After a lttle while longer, the rest of the girls come downstairs. Eve trickles down next. She comes down, wearing her sweatpants that reveal her perfect figure. Her tank top is amazing, and the right amount of revealing.
She always somehow looks beautiful even when she gets out of bed. She has her hair down, and not in her twin bun form, just a flat, straight, platinum-pastel head of hair that I'd love to run my hands through. Her tails get excited as soon as they sense my presence.
Eve: Oh, what did I interrupt?
Y/N: Oh, nothing much... just.. doing my job, caring about the wellbeing of my queen.
Ahri: Queen... hehehe...
Ahri blushes as I run my hand down her shoulder, then her one arm, ending at her hand, which I hold for a brief moment.
Eve: Hmmmm... and where's your shirt?
Y/N: I forgot it this morning, conveniently.
Eve: Well, I say for making up... you can't put it back on.
Y/N: What?
Eve: No shirt, now, which dish is mine?
Y/N: Just grab one of the plates and... o-oh... oh...
She struts over to the table I was sitting at with Ahri, grabbing onto my shoulders, leaning down to whisper in my ear.
Eve whispers: Was it this one... or... this one.... mmmhmmmm...
She rubs her soft, perfect hand down my chest, then to my stomach, clawing her way back up. She leans even more forward, to the point where I can feel her breasts against the back of my head, and it feels so nice. Her tails are starting to tug at my pant line. So, Yone was mostly right, she just needs a lot of attention.
Eve: Oh, fuck... uhh... I hope I'm not being too forward.
Y/N: Hey, I don't care what Yone said, I'm fine with this. I didn't mind one bit... I think it's only fair that all of you deserve the treatment that you needed. The proper assistance...
Ahri: Hmmmm... well, how about a promotion?
Eve: A promotion... oooh... our darling definitely deserves a promotion after all he did. He's shown that time and time again, that he is dedicated to his job. He cares about us, wholeheartedly, and will do anything... and I mean... anything, to ensure that we're satisfied.
Y/N: I noticed you started referring me as your "darling".
Eve: Hmmm, it's like you throat-fucked me with your tongue the other day... pardon me for thinking it was more than just impulsive thoughts... but... you know, if you really didn't know what you were doing, then don't waste my time, darl-
She goes to take her hands off of me, backing away but then I grab onto her hands, holding them and making her wrap around me. All I do is just caress her arms as they're wrapped around me, and that's enough to see my favorite smirk in the morning.
Eve: We need to go out tonight, just you and me...
Ahri: No, I want to take him out tonight!
Y/N: Well, Ahri... did get to me first today.
Eve: I kissed you first!
Y/N: You guys fight it out. If you guys want to try out that proposition in the limo at the- fuck... Christmas... man, I missed New Year's and... all that time...
The realization finally hit me like a truck. It hit me on the plane ride home, but now this is really bad. I separate from Eve and place my elbows on the table, burying my face in my hands.
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My Cursed Luck (K/DA x Male Reader)
Fanfiction- Y/N is an archivist, scratch that, an "information artist", and he likes to believe he's cursed, cursed with bad luck, resulting in the constant lack of optimism, depression. However, his past few years have been pretty tame as far as just going t...
