Title: Masquerade
Genre: Smutty romance
Rating: M
Pairing: Bella/Jacob/Embry (set it in my "Unbreakable" universe)
Words: 500
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Prompt: "It's a kilt, dumbass. It's only a skirt if I'm wearing underwear." Also, #HotScottishAss for ChrissiHR ;)
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Masquerade
The pack all stopped and stared as their alpha stepped through the door. Jake's imposing 6'8" frame accentuated by the additional inches his cowboy boots added. Silver spurs were a tongue-in-cheek reference to their werewolf status, and the black hat topped off Bella's walking, talking fantasy come to life.
Jake's dark eyes scanned the room before he turned to lead his little mate through the door. Bella was completely unaware of the wide eyes and open mouths that met her appearance. Jake groaned as she rested one hand on his shoulder and leaned precariously to the side to lift her right heel and adjust the shoe. Her sleek black catsuit hugged every lush curve of her body, and the black ears and pink nose completed her look.
The silence was finally broken when Embry followed his mates inside and turned to close the door behind him. Laugher greeted him as he turned back around, and Bella quickly wrapped her little body around him and glared at the amused pack.
"Dude! We know you like to take it up the ass, but you don't have to dress like a girl, too! I mean, you're wearing a damn skirt!"
Embry glared at Quil as his hand drifted down to cup Bella's ass, reminding them all that Jake wasn't the only one who got into Embry's pants on a regular basis. "It's a kilt, dumbass. It's only a skirt if I'm wearing underwear."
Bella's eyes widened at the sight of his cocky smirk, and Embry growled when her hand slipped under the plaid material to verify the truth of his statement. Jake grinned down at her hooded eyes, already having seen just what Embry was hiding—or not hiding—under his kilt.
The three were soon pulled in different directions as their friends urged them to join the party. Bella spent the evening squirming around in her tight costume. It was one thing to know her boys were going commando ninety-nine percent of the time, but it was an entirely different concept when said boy was wearing only a kilt.
They barely made it out the door before Bella pushed Embry up against the side of the house and dropped to her knees on the damp ground. Jacob covered Embry's mouth with his own to attempt to stifle his cries when Bella went to work.
Embry's kilt began to lift as soon as Bella's soft hand trailed up his thigh. She was too worked up to tease him long though, and she pushed the coarse material aside as she took him straight into her mouth. Tartan plaid met black latex as she bobbed there under his skirt in full view of anyone who might happen to walk by.
His groan echoed out though the still night air, and Bella stood, wiping her mouth as she grinned in triumph. "I like the kilt. Now get your hot little Scottish ass home to bed so you can get me out of this damn plastic condom."