Warnings: sexual harassment, language, rough sex, squirting, overstimulation, edging, biting!kink, slight pain!kink, oral sex (male receiving), dom!Sam, dirty talk
Summary: The reader is a badass hunter that oys have run into many times over the years. There has always been a certain spark between her and Sam. While they flirt shamelessly nothing has ever come of it… until now.
Author’s Note: the biting kink thing is me dipping my toes in the water about writing a/b/o.
It had been a little over two years since you’d seen the Winchesters.
The last time you’d met up was on a witch case in Wisconsin, and that had only taken a couple days. You’d parted ways on a cold, stormy night, and since then you’d only spoken on the phone a few times, twice with Dean, once with Sam.
Now, there was a werewolf wreaking havoc in Hamden, Connecticut and the boys had called you to help out.
Summary: To keep the peace, Stiles agrees to be emissary to
the Hale pack.
Notes: I saw some posts about emissary bonds, and I just had
to write one myself. (On AO3)
Stiles had said, more than once, that it was a bad idea.
That they were risking the safety of the pack, taking too much of a chance.
But he’d done it anyway.
He’d gotten himself bonded to Derek of the Hale pack, and it
wouldn’t be long before they figured out that he was a fraud. That Stiles had
barely had enough magic to complete the mountain ash circle required by the
Warnings: smut, a bit of angst, some fluff, inappropriate jokes, canon divergence, swearing, dirty talk
Summary: Set during 6x12 “Like a Virgin” - you and Sam get up to a little bit of friendly mischief, but before the fun is over, you both have a little something to confess.
Being a demon sucked sometimes. Sure, the life has its pros, like being able to teleport and scare the crap out of creepy guys in bars with a split-second flick of black eyes. However, at the bottom of it all, nobody trusted you.
Except for the Winchesters.
You weren’t like other demons. Regardless of how hard the big boys downstairs tried to carve your emotions out of you, you always held on to the most human part of yourself; your ability to love.
Summary: Phil’s a little shy with his newfound friend during a school field trip.
Genre: High School AU, flower boy!pastel!Phil, punk!Dan
A/N: So I wrote this instead of doing my astronomy homework. It’s short and sweet, not much editing, but I love it. I’m a huge sucker for pastel!phil and punk!dan, though. This is dedicated to the anon that said they’d love to read this and @dooloonoo since this is her favorite trope. Hope you guys enjoy! Also, a new chapter of Sugar on Top will be out soon. I promise.
It was so rare that you’d be
granted two days off in a row. You’d been working so much lately that you felt
blessed to have a day off period. And since you’d already promised to spend one
of those days with your beloved boyfriend Yoongi, you’d decided to spend the
other relaxing with a bit of retail therapy. With all the work you’d been doing
you certainly had the money for it, and it wasn’t like you got to shop very
Seoul had so many nice shopping
districts and you had been to a lot of them, but there was one that you hadn’t
gone to yet, and after spending most of the morning and afternoon there you
decided it was your favorite so far. You were so enthralled with the
experience, in fact, that you didn’t notice the darkening skies.
You stepped out of the makeup
shop with yet another shopping bag in your hands when a raindrop landed square
on your nose. You looked up and noticed the dark, rolling clouds as yet another
raindrop fell on your cheek. The wind was picking up, and the rain was coming
down much more steadily now– and here you were out in the middle of Seoul,
arms weighed down with shopping bags and no umbrella.
Masquerade III: The Rules of the Game -- Part 1 (Jungkook x Reader x another BTS member)
One must know the rules of the game, in order to
come and play.
!! If you haven’t, please read the first two sagas in this series: MASQUERADE & Masquerade II !! [There will be spoilers if you read this story first.]
With Club Masquerade’s original hosts “graduating” one at a time,
it’s up to the newcomers to pick up the slack and keep the customers happy. And
who better to take the reins than the notorious Red Mask’s prodigy, Jeon
Jungkook. But things become a bit difficult when you come into the picture,
with your desire to do research on the rules of love and dating through your
experience with your host. Will Jungkook be able to satisfy your curiosities…
or will someone else?
Jungkook x Reader x BTS member [Read on to find out who >:P] (ft. Jimin & Hoseok) CEO au, Host au, Cop!Kook au Fluff & Smut
A/N: Hey everyone ~ it’s baccckkk! :) That’s all haha blessing your weekend with part 1! Enjoy!
"Crap.“ You exhaled as you pulled over to
the side of the road, seeing the blaring lights of red and blue following you.
Groaning, you parked your car and leaned your head back into your seat. No longer
than a few seconds later, a police officer knocked on your window. Clearing
your throat to compose yourself, you rolled your driver’s side window down.
You were going over the speed limit.” The officer stated, pulling out his
notepad and hovering his pen over the ticket he was about to give you.
hardly ‘over’ the speed limit if it’s 5 over.“ You argued.
eyes shot up to you, possibly surprised by your attitude. "You know,
normally, this is when women beg me to let them go, not argue with my initial
Officer…“ You leaned over to read his badge closely. ”…Jeon. I don’t think I need to beg if the
reason you’re stopping me wasn’t exactly a direct violation in the first
me your license.” he huffed and you grabbed your wallet to do so.
“Alright, Ms. Y/N. Since this seems to be your first transgression, I’ll
give you a chance to appeal to me. I’m in a good mood today.”
gave him a face of disbelief as he smugly smirked at you.
you normally harass women while you’re in uniform?“
eyes widened and he scoffed. "You know most people would be thankful I’m
being lenient. 5 over or more– it’s still over the speed limit on this road.
Do you want a ticket or not?”
course I don’t want a ticket. But what exactly would 'appealing’ to you entail?
I have no idea what you find
appealing, considering we’re strangers.“ You reasoned nonchalantly.
seemed to stump him because he was silent for a few seconds.
don’t know! Be cute or something? Compliment me? That’s what other women do.
You could even start crying for all I care.” he listed as he scratched his
expression turned into one of disapproval. “And that works?”
okay…” You prepared yourself seriously by taking a deep breath, and then
turned to flash him your brightest smile. This was torture for you.
was his turn to give you a look of disapproval.
huffed at his rejection then hurriedly poked your cheeks and batted your
lashes, mimicking the way women on TV acted cute. The Officer chuckled and
shook his head, clearly more amused than appealed.
Can’t help you. You have no appeal whatsoever.” he scribbled into his
notepad and ripped the ticket. “It won’t add points if you pay the
you serious?“ You glared.
quite serious.” he laughed. “Maybe you should try finding other ways
to appeal to men.”
have a lot of appeal!“ You argued.
snorted. "Sure you do.”
terribly rude for an officer of the law.“
you’re terribly unapologetic for someone who’s broken the law.” he chucked
the paper inside your car carelessly as he leaned through your window, his face
close to yours arrogantly.
two stared at each other intently; you, annoyed while his eyes had a glint of
mischief and intrigue in them. He was clearly enjoying having the upper hand in
this battle of wits.
a car zoomed by the two of you and you exhaled, pointing at it.
guy was like TWENTY over the speed limit, and you’re not chasing him? Seriously??“
currently busy at the moment.” The Officer shrugged, and after a quick
glance around your car, he scrunched his face. “You should also clean up
your car. Are you trying to run a garbage truck?”
chuckled in disbelief. “I’m pretty sure you’re breaking the law of proper
etiquette right now, Officer Jeon.”
goes both ways, Miss Y/N.“ The Officer knocked on your car playfully and
began walking away. "Have a wonderful day ~”
Jungkook! You’re back a little late from your patrol.“
grinned as one of his fellow cops handed him a bottle of water. "I had a
speeding incident down the road.”
was it a woman? Did you let them go again?“
he huffed. “I actually gave her a ticket this time!”
wow, Jungkook, you’re growing up!“ his fellow officers cooed as they
ruffled his hair. "You couldn’t even look at women on your first patrol,
and then you let them go out of pure terror and panic if they so much as
touched your arm.”
blushed and swatted their arms away from babying him. “I wasn’t in
please, Kook, your eyes were as wide as saucers!“ one of the guys pulled
him into a headlock. "And if they started crying, you flailed your arms
wildly and called in for back up.”
roared with laughter. Jungkook easily pried himself out of the headlock and
was back then!“
work, Jungkook. You’re on your way.” One of the senior officers, who just
so happened to be female, smiled warmly at him. He stiffened and nodded until
she disappeared from the premises.
fellow officers snorted at his obviously panicked reaction. He turned and
glared at them, but they scrambled to return to their computers, appearing to
look busy. None of them wanted to fall victim to Jungkook’s wrath. As much as
they hated to admit it, even though he was the youngest officer, he was the
most fit, capable, and handsome of them all, passing the physical exam with
the girl you gave a ticket cute?“ One of his closest friends turned and
changed the subject.
hummed as he sat down. "Mmm…”
chuckled, envisioning how you had tried to act cute before.
wasn’t appealing at all.“
unlike you to be late, Y/N.” Jimin smiled as you finally made it to your
sorry Mr. Park. I got pulled over by a cop.“ You admitted and he blinked
claimed I was speeding when I wasn’t, and I ended up getting a ticket because I
didn’t beg for forgiveness.“ You huffed.
Y/N.” Jimin patted your head sympathetically. “You need to use your
charms, even if they were in the wrong.”
tried but…“ You sulked.
Jimin leaned against your desk.
said I had no appeal whatsoever.“ You stated sourly.
burst into laughter, causing the other workers to look over at you two.
Just intern stuff!” he bellowed, easing the other people’s curiosities.
“Seriously. You crack me up, Y/N. I’m glad I agreed to having you intern
coughed, appearing beside Jimin. “I believe I was the one that took her under my wing because someone decided
they wanted to run away to Daegu for who knows how long and abandoned me!”
won’t leave that alone, Hoseok!“ Jimin snapped.
smiled shyly as your bosses bickered in front of you. You were already used to
it by now.
Mr. Jung. I had a few questions about the paperwork you had me fill out yesterday.”
You knew how to stop their childish banter easily.
brightened immediately since you were seeking his counsel, while Jimin walked
away coolly because he didn’t want to be bothered by work-related questions so
early in the morning. You giggled. They were easy to figure out.
had been working as the company’s intern for a few months already. At first,
you were under Mr. Jung since Mr. Park had temporarily been needed at a
different branch, but as soon as he returned, they fought over who would be
mentoring you. In the end, they settled on you shadowing Mr. Jung in the
morning and Mr. Park in the afternoon. And you had no qualms about the dual
mentorship. You thoroughly enjoyed learning– the process, the actual gaining
of new skills and information, the effective application – so you were
grateful that you had two fantastic role models to teach you.
lot of your university classmates wanted to strangle you for getting so lucky
with your internship. Not only was the company well-known, but so were the CEOs
you were under.
Jung.“ You called as he was scribbling corrections on your paperwork.
I unappealing?“ You asked bluntly.
eyes widened. "Wh-what?”
told me I had no appeal this morning. Do you think I’m lacking in appeal?“
coughed and peeked outside of your cubicle, making sure no one was listening
in. He smiled warmly and put his pen down.
Everyone has different types of appeal. It’s good to learn about other things,
which you’re really good at, but it’s better if you learn about yourself
like hmm…hold on.” Hoseok stood up. “Mr. Park, I have a question
about your charm.”
jumped out of his office with a wide grin. “My charm? Which charm? I have
gave you a knowing expression and you chuckled. Jimin skipped towards you two.
important to know your strengths and weaknesses, Y/N. As both a business worker
and as a person. You should use your strengths as your appeal and work to improve
or compensate your weaknesses.“ Hoseok tapped on the paperwork in front of
you. "Kind of like how we revise these papers. We keep what’s convincing
and edit what’s not. Although you should be careful about being overly appealing.”
shot a look at Jimin, who smirked.
have a problem with my overflowing appeal, Mr. Jung?“ Jimin cocked up an
good to know you have it, but don’t flaunt it too much.” Hoseok commented
you didn’t answer my question.“ You emphasized.
question?” Jimin questioned.
asked if she was appealing.“ Hoseok blushed as he lay a hand on Jimin’s
shoulder. "This is your forte so I’ll leave it to you. I don’t feel
comfortable discussing this with my young intern.”
shook his head. “Oh Hoseok, so naive. Don’t worry Y/N. You’re definitely
appealing! But what Mr. Jung is trying to say is that you have to believe in your appeal before you can go appealing
of it like your resume for people.” Jimin pointed.
for people?“ You repeated, still puzzled.
you have to know why people like you and play that as your strength. Like me, I
know I’m incredibly handsome and friendly, and that’s why people like me. If
ever, let’s say, someone accuses me of doing something wrong, I know I could
use my looks and sweet words to get out of trouble.”
snorted and Jimin scratched the back of his head.
guess in blunt terms, yes. But it’s kind of a survival skill.” he chimed.
“You need it to survive in the real world.”
skill…“ You mumbled, thinking deeply.
don’t–” Hoseok was about to protest, but Jimin’s hand covered his mouth.
see. It’s quite important for me to learn my own appeal.“ You stated
determinedly. "As a matter of survival.”
yes, exactly.“ Jimin nodded fervently.
such a jackass.” Hoseok hissed.
for her own good.“ Jimin nudged.
beamed happily. "Thank you, Mr. Park, Mr. Jung!”
two blushed and chuckled, patting your head encouragingly.
two are so weak for the intern.“ Silver appeared beside them with her arms
flinched and removed his hand from your head, settling beside his girlfriend.
On the other hand, Jimin latched onto you and embraced you tightly from behind.
cause she’s so cute and clueless about the evils of this world.” he
giggled as he nuzzled his face next to yours while you sat there stoically,
mulling over his statement instead of his actions.
rolled up the papers she had on hand and started whacking Jimin with it in
between her words.
cackled and let go of you. "You’re no fun, Silver. She doesn’t mind,
shook your head. “I don’t feel anything when it happens so I don’t
burst into laughter while Jimin clutched his chest, feigning pain at your words.
smiled at you, amused. “There are only a few women who could say that and
honestly mean it, Y/N. You amaze me.”
you.“ You bowed gratefully. "Mr. Park told me you had fallen for his
charms before too, so I consider this an honorable compliment.”
lunged at Jimin, but he was quick to evade and hurriedly locked himself inside
the safety of his office.
now.” Hoseok grabbed his girlfriend’s arm and whispered. “We’re at
work remember? Don’t let him get you riled up like that. Don’t give him the
huffed and relaxed at his true statement.
watched the two interact curiously. Although they tried to keep it relatively
low key at work, everybody knew they were in a relationship. You found them to
be a very adorable pair, while Mr. Park and his girlfriend acted more like
nagging, close friends whenever you saw them together. But you guessed that
every relationship worked differently because regardless of how they treated
each other, they all seemed very happy and in love.
shook your head and turned your attention back to your paperwork, pushing your
thoughts to the side for now.
to say, you took a different route to work the next day, still feeling a bit
sour about the rude cop you had run into. You pushed the speaker button on your
car as you spotted Mr. Park’s name light up on your dashboard.
morning, Mr. Park.“ You greeted.
Y/N! Are you on your way to work right now?”
you passed the cafe yet by any chance?”
yet. Are you running late again today, Mr. Park?“
chuckled guiltily. "I might have
snoozed my alarms a few times.”
shall pick up your usuals.“ You stated knowingly.
I don’t think your girlfriend will be very pleased.“
it’s her fault for not sleeping over. I don’t even know why she doesn’t just
move in yet.” he grumbled.
Park, please leave your personal matters at home.“
laughed. "Get something for yourself too, Y/N. I’ll pay you back
do.“ You hummed as you signaled to turn into the cafe. "I’m turning
into the shop now.”
I’ll see you in a bit–ow!“
heard clattering on the other side of the line and your lips curled up,
slightly amused. You could tell he was rushing around his apartment frantically
so he wouldn’t get scolded by Mr. Jung and Silver for being tardy again.
you soon, Mr. Park.”
hung up and expertly parked.
your purse, you headed inside the cafe where Mr. Park’s girlfriend worked.
There was decent line there today and you checked your watch to see if you had
time to wait. But then again, it was Mr. Park’s fault if you were. You
technically started work by doing what he had asked you to do.
your brow, you peeked over a few customers’ shoulders to see what the hold-up
was. The line never usually moved this slowly, but you couldn’t see who was in
the front and taking their time. With a sigh, you settled on not getting
irritated about it because there was nothing you could do. You whipped your
phone out and began scrolling through your e-mails and messages until it was
Mr. Park’s girlfriend beamed, welcoming you.
morning.” You bowed. “I’ll take the usual, if you could please.”
someone has a usual?“ A familiar voice bellowed beside you and once you
turned to see who it belonged to, your expression darkened.
The cop that had given you a ticket was leaning against the counter, just as
surprised as you when you locked eyes. “It’s you!”
didn’t bother greeting him and handed Mr. Park’s girlfriend your card to pay.
“Can I please get a hot chocolate with that?”
thing.“ she smiled as she punched it into the register. "Do you know
took a deep exasperated breath and gave him a slight bow of respect, then
turned your attention back to signing your receipt.
be out in a bit.“ Mr. Park’s girlfriend glanced at the two of you, clearly
amused. "It’s a bit slow because he had to buy all of his unit’s coffee
see.“ You replied. This was the second time Officer Jeon had been the root
of your tardiness. You walked to the other side of the counter, away from where
he was, to wait.
he had other plans.
tell me you’re still upset about the ticket.” he chuckled as he settled
don’t like conversing with strangers.“ You stated, hoping he would stop
acting like you two were friends.
he giggled. “That’s my name. Y/N, right?”
creepy how you remember that.“
have good memory.” Jungkook shrugged.
do you always talk to people you’ve arrested or given fines to?“ You
he hummed. “…you’d be the first actually.”
why would that be?“
we have a mutual friend.” he pointed at Mr. Park’s girlfriend.
having a mutual friend mean we have to automatically become friends?“ You
turned to him, curiously.
no.” he scratched the back of his head. “But I mean, it kind of makes
you more comfortable to talk to?”
You nodded, intrigued, but said nothing further.
you getting coffee for your co-workers too?”
Do you usually get coffee at this time on this day?“
shook his head. "It varies. We usually play rock-paper-scissors to
determine who buys. I don’t ever lose. But I’m pretty sure they all cheated to
take me down.”
raised an eyebrow at him.
really think highly of yourself, huh?”
flustered, “No! I just…I don’t like losing.”
chuckled. “Makes sense.”
that supposed to mean?“ he asked defensively.
You shrugged lightly.
another ticket for instigating an officer?“ he threatened.
take you to court for abuse of power.” You stared at him seriously, and he
was just joking…“ he mumbled.
smiled slightly. "I have a question.”
me how you would appeal to me if our roles were reversed yesterday.”
not a question.“
have a right to refuse.“
I thought we were friends.” You smirked. “Friends are supposed to
help each other, right?”
grumbled, blushing slightly. “There’s too many people here…”
You clicked your tongue right away and shook your head, disapprovingly.
am not!” he retorted.
appeal isn’t working for me.“ You looked him up and down blankly.
you kidding me?” he scoffed.
quite serious.“ You shrugged.
opened his mouth, probably to spout out another argument, but he was
Jeon, your order’s up!”
glanced at you and you smirked triumphantly. You had won this time. With a
groan, he grabbed his orders from the counter. You didn’t miss the way the
other customers were clearly eye-ing him like glazed meat, but your observation
was cut short when he towered in front of you.
show you next time we meet, Y/N. I’m very
snorted. "Well, I’ll be the judge of that.”
pouted and exited the cafe, visibly ticked off.
your order’s ready!“
to yourself proudly, you left the cafe in high spirits. You paused before
heading to your car, to check that everything you ordered was in fact there.
three, four. Perfect.”
someone passing by bumped into your shoulder without so much as an apology. You
glanced up in time to see their profile briefly but they soon became part of
the larger crowd heading to the bus stop nearby. You had a bit of a déjà vu in
that moment… or was it that you knew that person? You blinked, trying to make
out the figure in the crowd curiously. But your phone beeped a few times,
bringing you back to reality. Hurriedly, you rushed to your car to make it to
work on time.
was your usual, you celebrated the weekend with a stroll outside, if the
weather permitted it. So today, you found yourself walking down Masquerade
Boulevard, a popular place that your friends and co-workers usually frequented.
But seeing it with your own eyes, it didn’t look any different than other
stopped in front of the section that had “Burlesque Lounge” atop and
you peered through the window to see if there was anyone inside. But it was
open until much later, huh?“ You hummed as you read the times that hung at
your eyes wandered over a few doors down, it’s "Open” sign lighting
up obnoxiously, catching your attention. Stepping back a bit, you read the
name: Club Masquerade.
name sounded familiar. You heard it being tossed around a few times at work,
but you had never tuned into the conversation. What was this place?
curiosity led you to push open the door where a bell echoed loudly, signaling your entrance.
And immediately, you were greeted.
"Hello welcome to Club
Masquerade, where we make your fantasies come true! How can I help you
Your eyes widened as you came
face-to-face with Mr. Park’s girlfriend. She looked just as surprised for a
split second then she pressed her index finger over her lips, telling you to
"Welcome.“ she grinned as
she approached you. "Here.”
You blinked as she handed you a
rather flimsy black mask.
"We give all first timers a
complimentary mask. But most people design their own as a sort of symbol of
individuality. It’s required that everyone here wear one to protect their identity
and to create a safe space to be one’s self.“
"Huh.” You were a bit
stunned that you had stumbled into such an interesting place, and
coincidentally, one where Mr. Park’s girlfriend worked. Obediently, you pulled
the mask over your face.
"Take a look around.“ she
urged and you stepped forward, taking in the fantastic design of the venue.
The outside didn’t do any justice to
what was inside. It was almost a replica of a Renaissance hall. A beautiful
chandelier, donned with sparkling diamonds, hung at the center. Your eyes
wandered to the dark red velvety curtains further back where people were
appearing and disappearing. The people, you noticed, were wearing uniquely
designed masks. They varied in design, color, size, and shape. Some were simply
designed with a few jewels while others had obnoxious feathers protruding from
"Here’s a pamphlet.” Mr.
Park’s girlfriend handed you a brochure.
"Make our fantasies come
true?“ You read the catchphrase questioningly.
"Mhm.” she giggled then
pointed towards a group of men that were crowding around a table. “Those
are our hosts. They specialize in different forms of fantasies. Of course
everything is anonymous so you don’t have to worry about being recognized, and
everyone knows the safe word.”
You hummed, watching the group of
guys surrounding one male in particular. As if seeing who you were staring at,
"The one with the gold mask on
is our best Aggressor host.“
"Aggressor?” You tilted
your head curiously.
"Someone who’s a bit more
aggressive and experimental, for the more adventurous customers.“ she
winked. "He’s one of the best we have. High in demand.”
"I’ll show you all. I’ll get
her to finish before my time’s up, like Red Mask used to!“ Gold mask stood
up and slammed his hand onto the table.
"Pfft. No one’s been able to do
that. You think you can, kid?” Another one pulled him into a headlock
"I can! I was close last time.
And he taught me himself. Who better than me to follow in his footsteps?“
The man huffed and pried himself out of the headlock easily.
"Oh boy.” the Receptionist
"I’ll take him.“ You
pointed. "The arrogant one.”
"Really?“ she blinked.
Your interest was piqued. Was he
just bluffing or was he truly knowledgeable? And what exactly were these
"fantasies” they were advertising?
"You said he was one of the
best right? And he seems to think he’s the best, so I’m curious.“
The Receptionist smiled, amused.
"Nochu! Come here.”
All the guys turned their heads at
the sound of her commanding voice. Hurriedly, the man in the gold mask strutted
over to where you two were.
"This customer requested for
the arrogant one.” she chimed.
The man’s eyes locked towards yours
immediately. “The arrogant one? You don’t even know me.”
"Well, what you were claiming
over there was a bit arrogant, don’t you think?“ You retorted.
"Or was she lying about you
being one of the best?” You taunted.
He huffed and gripped at your wrist,
roughly pulling you towards him, his face inches from yours. You stared at him,
not backing down, because you wanted to test his nerve.
"I can guarantee you; you’ll
get the best service from me.“ he growled.
You smirked and nodded. "Then I
think we have a deal here.”
Nochu seemed to be searching your eyes
for something before he stepped away from you. “Put her down for my first
"Will do, Nochu.“ The
Receptionist’s lips curled up and she showed you her planner, pointing at the
time slot. "Sessions can run from 30 minutes to an hour, according to your
preference. Which would you like to start with?”
You glanced at Nochu, eye-ing him up
and down. He puffed out his chest and tilted his head up confidently.
"How long do you think you’ll
need to please me?“
He looked appalled at your question
while the Receptionist snickered. He approached you again, grabbing your waist
and pulling you flush against him. Leaning over, he whispered into your ear.
"I can please you in 5
minutes… but it seems I have a lot to teach you, so how about you try me for
an hour and see if you can handle it?”
He let go of you, still maintaining
his threatening aura, which had you a bit taken aback if you were going to be
perfectly honest. In just a few seconds, the man you thought you could tease,
the man that was spouting out nonsense at the table, had changed into someone
who sounded so authoritative. Seeing your astonishment, he smirked and turned
to the Receptionist.
"She wants me for an hour.
We’re going to have lots of
fun.“ he chuckled.
The Receptionist nodded. "Very
well. An hour it is then.”
Nochu winked at you and tapped your
cheek, “Prepare yourself.”
Then before you could think of a
witty comeback, he disappeared behind the veil, leaving you wondering about
what exactly you had signed up for.
"What’re you giggling
about?“ Jimin raised an eyebrow as his girlfriend waltzed into her own
"Something unexpected happened
at the Club today.” the Receptionist kissed him on the cheek as he was
"What was it?“
"Mmm…let’s just say your
prodigy has a new interesting customer.” she grinned as she began
stripping in the middle of the living room.
"Geez, please don’t turn me on
while I’m cooking.“ Jimin shut his eyes and turned away. "I’ll end up
eating something else.”
She giggled and tauntingly hugged
him from behind, wearing just her lingerie. “Does seeing me naked still
turn you on, my Red Mask?”
Jimin huffed. “Of course it
does. It’d be a problem if it didn’t.”
She laughed as she unlatched herself
and moseyed to her room. “Very true.”
"Was the new customer
"She’s beautiful, but a bit
hard-headed.” She called out. “But that’s why it’s going to be fun
for Jungkook. He’s only gotten obedient customers so this makes things a bit
"Ah, I’m so proud of him. My
prodigy.“ Jimin smiled fondly. "He’ll overcome this challenge, for
"You know he’s trying to break
your record.“ The Receptionist came back and sat at the table.
"Which record?” Jimin
snorted. “I’ve had many in my time at Club Masquerade.”
She rolled her eyes. “You two
are peas in a pod. You and Jungkook.”
"Even if he beats me, I’ll
always be able to claim that I did those things first.“
"Is that why you refused to
hand over your red mask?” She snorted.
"It’s mine!“ Jimin argued.
"He could’ve gotten his own red one. That mask is like a part of me.”
Receptionist rolled her eyes,
“I gave him my gold one and he redesigned it.”
"But that was our memory!“ Jimin whined.
"Why are you always a
brat?” she retorted. “It’s just a mask, and unless you want me going
back to those fancy balls, I don’t need it anymore.”
Jimin paused and walked over to kiss
her. “You’re right. You should’ve thrown that mask out ages ago. You don’t
ever and should never wear it ever again.”
She smirked, “I thought
"How did you get him to take
your gold one? He was super adamant about being the next 'Red Mask’.“
She chuckled, "I told him that
that gold mask seduced two hott guys in one fell swoop; one of them being you.
That it was far more powerful than your red mask because I seduced you with it.
I was passing him the power to surpass you, and he was immediately taken.”
"What bullshit.“ he
"It wasn’t completely bullshit.” She hummed. “You did fall for me
when I was wearing that.”
"I’ll give you that.“
Jimin turned off the stove. "But it was your skill that got me, not that mask.”
"But now he has his own
title.“ She got up to set up the table for them.
"What is it?”
"The Golden Host.“ She
"Damn.” Jimin hissed.
“That’s hella cool. Why didn’t I think of that?”
"Cause you were so intent on
having red because it’s seductive.“
"Well it was!” he argued.
"Just let Jungkook be,
babe.“ She laughed. "You created your legacy, so now let him create
Jimin sighed. “I know, I know.
Ugh, this is probably how a parent feels when their kids achieve something they
"He hasn’t surpassed you yet.
Stop being bitter.“
"Oh, but he will.” Jimin
sat down, placing a plate in front of both of them. “I had to learn
everything on my own. I gave him everything on a silver platter. All my rules,
all my tricks, everything. I saved him years of experimenting.”
She grabbed his hand warmly.
“But nothing beats the original. He may know what you know, but applying
it is different.”
Jimin smiled thankfully and squeezed
her hand in return. “You’re right.”
The two of them began scarfing down
their dinner hungrily.
"Who was the new
customer?” Jimin asked after a few bites.
"Rule #2, sweetie.“ She
Jimin sighed. "Stop using that
rule on me.”
"Rule #2: Even if you know the
customer’s identity, you can’t ever reveal them. Maintain secrecy.“ She
"But I’m your boyfriend!”
"I protect my customers.“
she grinned cheekily while Jimin huffed. "I’m the Receptionist after all.
The keeper of all secrets.”
In the meanwhile, you had gone out
and bought yourself your own sturdier black mask. Usually you would just read a
book or watch TV once you got home, but today, you were humming a song to
yourself as you designed your mask. You didn’t want it to be over the top, but
you also didn’t want it to be plain. After a few hours of contemplation and
sketching, you finally decided to throw in a small amount of jewels around the
eyes. But the main feature of your mask would be the wing design you were going
to attach. You had always had a certain fascination with wings, angel wings to
be specific. It was mysterious, unique, symbolic, and elegant, very much like
how you wanted to portray yourself. And no one you had seen today at Club
Masquerade had such a mask, meaning you would be recognizable and individual.
You wanted the wings to become your trademark.
You grinned to yourself as you
placed the finished product by your bedside, letting it dry. A new learning experience
awaited you tomorrow, and you were absolutely thrilled. What exactly did this
Club Masquerade and this Nochu have in store for you? You couldn’t wait to find
"Oh shit. Come on.“
Jungkook groaned as he and his partner pulled up at the scene of the accident.
"Man, our last leg of the shift
and we get called in to handle the big accident.” His partner exhaled.
“Well, let’s go. The sooner we tackle this, the faster we get to go home
for the day.”
Jungkook exhaled as he glanced at
his watch. “Right. Let’s get this cleaned up and settled quickly. I have
somewhere to be.”
In the meanwhile, you had come a few
minutes early, not sure whether there was such an etiquette at this type of
club, but you figured it wouldn’t hurt to be prompt.
"Nochu’s not in yet, but let me
take you to his usual 'starter’ room.“ Mr. Park’s girlfriend smiled at you
apologetically. "He comes from a different job…most of the hosts do, so
sometimes —very, very rarely– but it does happen at times…they’re late.”
"It’s alright.“ You bowed,
knowing it wasn’t her fault, and things sometimes did happen beyond anyone’s
"Sorry about this. You’ll
definitely get your full hour of service.” she explained before she closed
the door, leaving you in an empty room by yourself.
You stared at the pillow fort that
lay in the center of the room curiously.
"What do you mean you’re going
to be late?” The Receptionist hissed. “This isn’t one of your
regulars. She’s new!”
"I’m sorry!“ Jungkook groaned.
"I’m dying over here too, but there was a big accident that involved three
cars so it’s taking awhile. I really want to show her that I’m not bluffing
about my skills, but this shit happened and ugh.”
"Officer Jeon.“ His
partner called him.
"I have to go. Reschedule her
or something please.” He pleaded.
"She paid for this session,
Nochu…but I’ll see what I can do.“
"You rock, Noona.”
The Receptionist sighed and hung up.
She opened up her planner to scan the schedule for the day, “What can I even
Suddenly, the front door opened, causing the
bell to ring, and her head whipped up eagerly. Immediately, she beamed, relief
washing over her.
goodness you’re here! I need you to do me a BIG favor.“
patiently sat inside the pillow fort, which had a sort of canopy lining around
it that served as a barrier from the outside world. It made the sea of pillows
a bit more secluded, as if you were in your own world, in your bedroom, and not
in some public host club.
the doorknob turned and you perked up. Through the fabric, you saw the
silhouette of a man coming in. Tall and lean. Your heart raced as he
approached, knowing he was watching your outline just as much as you were observing
his. He reached out and pulled the canopy apart slightly, entering as you two
kept your eyes on each other. Your eyes traveled down his form knowingly.
not the man I had requested.” You commented.
man chuckled and bowed, “Well, I can assure you my service will still be
of high quality.”
hummed as you made room for him by pulling your legs back closer to you.
Seeming to understand your closed off body language, he took a seat in front of
you and waited for you to say something. You curiously stared at him for a few
seconds before saying.
me then. What exactly is the purpose
and the intrigue of such a business as this?“
man grinned, "Well why don’t I show you first and then you can tell me if
you’ve found an answer?”
it not something that can be answered with words?“ You questioned.
don’t think words can ever replace experiences.” he replied.
smiled. “No, I suppose not.”
do I have your permission to please you?“ he shifted.
nodded, feeling the air thicken immediately at his words.
have to ask.” he whispered as he reached out to touch your face.
“This isn’t your first time doing this sort of intimate thing,
shook your head. “It isn’t.”
he traced your cheek, traveling down to your neck, and you felt yourself shiver
immediately. "Mind telling me what you’re looking for here?”
glanced at his masked face. “Hopefully answers to many questions.”
caught his eyes twinkling expressively as he grinned. “Well then let’s
hope my body answers some of them for you today.”
you scooted back into the fort of pillows, getting comfortable.
he whispered as his fingers continued to roam the outline of your body.
being with a stranger is a bit…“ You tried to think of the word. ”…worrisome?“
so?” he questioned as his hands found your hips, and you felt your body
tingling at his mere touch there. Were your hips always so sensitive?
I mean you probably see naked women a lot…so it’s a bit embarrassing? I don’t
necessarily have the ideal body type.“
shook his head. "I think every person’s body is its own unique
one of his hands cupped your face. “Is that the only thing you’re worrying
much.“ You shrugged.
can assure you that I find your body very attractive.”
grinned, enjoying the compliment that had spilled from his mouth.
chuckled. “Are you carefree or just open-minded?”
I attest to being both?“ You smiled.
lips curled up. "I’ll go slowly.”
nodded as he leaned forward and pressed his lips onto the expanse of your neck.
Gently at first, as if worried that you would shove him away and escape, then
open-mouthed the next few times. His mouth traveled across your throat, up
behind your ear, and your body responded to him by simply melting.
he urged you to lay down; your back hitting the softness of the pillows. You
felt like you were enveloped by a cloud; all while feeling hints of paradise as
he flicked his tongue out against your neck.You inhaled quickly as your heart
lurched forward at the new sensation. He adjusted himself so that his body
pressed against yours as he continued to suck on your skin. Your first time had been hurried and
clumsy, not at all like what was depicted in movies–the soft music playing in
the background and the slow motion, picturesque love making. But whatever was
happening now, with this masked man, you felt like it was close to what you
envisioned this act to be– unhurried and breathtaking.
hands made sure to touch every part of your body, as if he was cherishing it,
as if to let you know that every inch of you was loved. But that was crazy, how
could someone you had just met make you feel this way?
think. Just let your body act.“ he breathed onto your skin as he pulled
your shirt a little lower from your collar so he could kiss your chest.
"You’ll find your answers faster.”
I?“ you mumbled, a bit more strained than you anticipated your voice to
he hummed, his lips still attached to your chest; the reverberations shooting
through your entire being.
his hand slipped underneath your shirt. Warmth spread throughout your stomach
and his hand smoothed across it carefully. You felt your lower half heat up. He
was so close to where you were starting to need friction.
shifted so that his face was in front of yours. You stared at him as you bit
your lip to prevent yourself from panting or crying out, from acting on the way
your body was shamefully reacting.
I kiss you?“ he questioned.
nodded, licking your lips a bit since your whole mouth had gone dry ever since
he had initially approached you.
smiled warmly and captured your lips with his. They were soft and plush, and
all you could focus on at that moment was the movement of your mouths against
each other. Your mental strings slowly snapped one by one with each second that
passed by. He kissed you senselessly until your body moved on its own, grinding
up to meet his, surprising even yourself. He grinned as he bit down on your
it. Something like this feels better when you just feel.” he hummed as his hand traveled upwards, lifting your
shirt up as he cupped your bra.
kissed him more aggressively when he squeezed your breast in his large hand.
Seeing that you were less tense and more responsive after a few more massages,
he slid his hand underneath and you gasped instantaneously. He watched you, his
eyes lidded as he rolled your nipple between his fingers. You moaned as you
looked back at him pleadingly. You weren’t even sure what you were feeling. Did
you want more? Was it awkward? Was it painful? Was it good?
brushed his thumb across the sensitive bud again and you sighed, closing your
eyes. He was right. It was no use trying to analyze the emotion you were
feeling because your body was reacting before your mind registered anything.
You cleared your mind as you lunged forward, attacking his mouth with your
lips. The way he kissed you served as the best distraction, the best way to
calm down your thoughts. He seemed to understand because he welcomed your lips
hungrily. And soon enough, his hand traveled lower, to your jeans. He squeezed
your thighs and you spread your legs eagerly.
broke the kiss and stared at your face, wanting to see your reaction as his
finger traced up your thigh and hovered over your core. You gulped as you
observed his hand from afar, excitedly and anxiously all at once. Your chest
heavily rose and fell as you panted.
one finger caressed up the center of your jeans and you felt your underwear
dampen. Another stroke of his finger, then another as his pace quickened,
rubbing you through your jeans. You groaned and threw your head back. The fact that
he was watching you intently added to the thrill for some reason. He bit his
lip as you moaned when he pressed his finger harder against you.
hand left and before you could wonder what happened, it found their way to
unbutton your jeans. With a quick look at your expression, he pulled your pants
down. You swallowed harshly as you watched him settle between your legs, his
breath fanning across your clothed core.
thousand worries flitted across your mind in that moment, but they soon
dispersed when he edged forward and pressed his lips into your center. You
inhaled sharply and arched your back responsively. He kissed you again then
flicked his tongue out, making your already damp underwear wetter. You clutched
at the pillows that were within your reach, trying not to make any of the noises
that were threatening to come out of you.
as loud as you want, baby. These walls are soundproof. And I sure don’t
mind.“ he smiled before dipping his face into you again.
groaned and began heaving as he circled the tip of his tongue around. The
fabric between you and your dripping core was completely soaked, but it made
the sensation feel insanely more pleasurable.
my goodness.” You exhaled as his hands glided up your thighs.
didn’t think you could be wrecked by a few simple moves. It was almost shameful
that a stranger had unraveled you so easily. Was he just that knowledgeable?
Was there a universal tactic that made all women go crazy? Or had you been in
need of intimacy more than you thought?
you never did get to find out more in that point in time, because the buzzer
you had come in with, started flashing and vibrating. The masked man unlatched
himself from you and kindly handed you your jeans.
our time was so short.“ he apologized.
smiled and shook your head, your brain was a little fuzzy with all the
sensations you had just experienced.
not your fault. Thank you for filling in.” You sat up.
grinned as he offered you his hand to help you stand. “Did I serve to
answer some of your questions at least?”
chuckled, remembering the arrogant air in which you had greeted him. “I
can certainly see the intrigue of this business much clearer now.”
bowed playfully. “Well, I shall escort you out when you’re ready.”
Sorry.“ You blushed and hurried to get into your pants, struggling because
they were a bit tight. He steadied you by your shoulders so you could shimmy
inside them with a shy smile. "Skinny jeans. Heh.”
I try to avoid them. It’s hard to get around my thighs.“ he bantered.
we?” he gestured to the door and you nodded, letting him walk you out.
did it go?“ the Receptionist greeted you brightly. "Sorry about the
switch in host.”
shook your head. “Don’t be sorry.”
the Receptionist could ask you anything else, the host interjected.
I have to take my leave.“ The man bowed. "I’ll let you two speak
You called as he reached for the doorknob to exit.
turned to you questioningly.
should I call you if I want to see you again?”
stared at you, a bit surprised that you verbalized the desire of having a
second session with him so openly, considering he had just been a substitute to
your original choice. But his face softened when he saw your sincerity, and he
turned to face you fully.
he grinned, his eyes turning into small, crescents of appreciation. "Call
This one is shorter but that’s because it was not only hard to write, but I was also listening to some painful songs. I could read over it or elaborate without opening my own can of worms so…. Mediocrity will have to do for this one. Sorry, but thank you for reading.
It had been a restless night. As Nico slept, Will would hear
sudden shuddering breaths- the aftermath of crying so much before falling
asleep. Will struggled to wrap his mind around all the pain Nico faced. He
didn’t want to let him go even when Nico groaned and tried to pull away in his
sleep because it was hot and he was sweaty. Will couldn’t sleep well. Not after
hearing everything Nico had lived through.
“Thank you for saving me.” Those had been the last words
Nico uttered before falling into his fitful sleep. As if it had been because of
Will that Nico overcame everything. As if Will had been the one picking him up
each time something happened. As if Will had been the one to keep him alive
Nico had no idea how strong he was. He had no concept of the
strength he held in himself. The resilience. Will knew that not everyone
would’ve made it to college in Nico’s circumstances. He knew that not everyone
would’ve been able to live on their own. He knew that not everyone would’ve
been able to make it through such a toxic environment. But Nico had.
Nico had pushed through, and he was here, in the same bed as
Will, breathing, rosy-cheeked. Sleeping, he looked younger. Not at peace, not
completely. There was still a furrow in his eyebrows and a slight frown in his
parted lips. But he didn’t look like a 19 year-old who had grown up almost
completely alone and all too quickly. He looked smaller, more vulnerable.
Will wondered vaguely how many people had woken up to Nico.
How many people had slept beside him and seen the same sleeping face? Then he
wondered if any of them appreciated and loved the sight as much as Will did. He
wondered if any of them looked at Nico with the amount of wonder Will felt. If
any of them had any idea how incredibly strong Nico was.
How would the bros react to their very anxious friend confessing they are in love with them and are scared of rejection
Yay fluff time!!! <3
The Chocobros React to a Shy Friend Confessing Their Love.
“Can… Can I talk to you Noct?” Your voice was almost as shaky as your hands. The vibe of unease you gave off alarmed him.
“What’s the matter, Y/N?” He asked you rather urgently. “You okay?”
“Um, yeah everything is fine. I just… I uh— I have something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a really long time. I figured since you just found out you have to marry the Oracle—,” your voice trailed off.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
You cleared your throat and nodded slowly. Taking in a breath and then exhaling you felt your muscles relax only slightly. Just spit it out. This won’t kill you. Just say it!
You did just that.
“Noctis… I… I’m in love with you.”
Silence. Oh gods. Ramuh do me a kindness and just smite me right here and now.
Finally working up the courage to look at the Prince again, your eyes met his. He was a lot closer than you last thought. His lips parted, as if he was going to respond, but no words escaped.
Suddenly, you were kissing.
Your eyes widened before you melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.
The tender kiss ended too quickly, but pressed his forehead against yours. “I’m glad you finally told me,” he muttered, before placing a sweet kiss on the tip of you nose.
You both addressed each other in unison.
“Uh you first Prompto.” “No, no it’s fine. Ladies first,” he insisted cooly.
You weren’t nervous before, but Gods, you were now. Your stomach churned and you could swear you felt the color drained from your face. “Okay… well…” the words became stuck in your throat. “Ahem,” you cleared your throat, suddenly regretting your decision of not having a bottle of water near by. Prompto awaited your words with bated breath.
“It’s stupid,” you forced out.
“I highly doubt that,” he encouraged. “You can tell me, Y/N. No worries.”
No worries. No worries? How can I not be worried?! I’m about to—
“I love you, Y/N,” Prompto shouted out without warning.
You blinked at him in utter shock. “W-what?”
“I love you!” He repeated. “I’m sorry I couldn’t hold it in anymore.”
A new set of butterflies flew into your stomach. The new smile on your lips could not be shaken off.
“Prom, oh my gosh. I love you too. That’s what… that’s what I was gonna tell you.”
With palms drenched with sweat, you gripped your cell phone tightly with your fingers, holding it to your ear.
“So what’s up?” Gladio’s deep voice rang into your ear. “What did you wanna tell me?”
“I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while… I just… Um. I uh,” you stuttered racking your brain to find the right words.
He chuckled through the other line of the phone. “Just spit it out,” he suggested plainly.
Okay. Yes! Just spit it out! One… two… three! Go!
“I care about you, Gladio. I love you,” you were surprised how relatively calm your voice sounded.
There was no response. I swear to gods if the line went dead….
“Gladio?” You called.
“I wish you told me in person so I’d be able to kiss you right now,” his voice was serious, but ultimately sweet. You felt your heart melt.
“Do you… wanna meet up for pizza then?”
“Damn right, I do.”
You usually weren’t the one to lose your cool. Especially around Ignis, so of course he noticed your unease.
“What seems to be the matter, Y/N?” He addressed.
Oh crap. Am I really going to do this? He’s… way out of my league. There is no way he’ll return my feelings.
“Oh, nothing.” What a lie.
He chuckled. “Surely, that’s not true. You can trust me. Tell me what’s bothering you,” he insisted kindly. His green eyes burned holes into you. “I shall reward you with a can of ebony if you do.”
You breathed out a heavy sigh. “Okay. Just… don’t hate me.”
“I high doubt I’d be capable of hating you.”
His words gave you a tinge of hope.
“Iggy… I have… feelings for you,” you admitted hesitantly.
His facial features softened and a light smile graced his lips.
“That is quite helpful to know. Considering, I share feelings for you as well.”