#b rabbit

pairing: b-rabbit x f!reader

genre: smut

synopsis: you thought future was joking when he explained why they called jimmy, b-rabbit.

CW: very short drabble, hookup, pwp, hickeys, unprotected pinv (always wrap it), soft dom jimmy, missionary, aftercare. |lowercase intended|not proofread

in memory of 8 mile being taken off Netflix again </3

On 8 mile

—𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairing - female!reader x eminem

description - you and marshall are just friends with benefits, nothing more. when you get a boyfriend, and break the deal with marshall, you start to wonder who you really have feelings for.

warnings - smut, implied smut, oral sex (f receiving), light angst, Y/n is not the best gf, fluff

word count - 3.7k

“Oh, fuck.” You moaned with pleasure as you felt a sensation of euphoria rake over you.

Marshall collapsed on top of your body and exhaled heavily. He buried his face into your neck, inhaling your scent. “Mmm,” he hummed. “So good for me.”

You ran your fingers through his hair and held him close. Despite the tension between you two, it would never be anything romantic. You two were just best friends with benefits, and nothing more. You don’t know why you both did it, it broke so many rules. Like your rule of strictly not getting with your friends like Marshall. Or his rule of not getting with younger women like you. You both agreed that when the other started dating, the deal would be off, and you’d go back to being regular friends.

“Me and my friends are hitting a club tonight." You said, still running your delicate fingers through his hair. “Get some drinks, have fun,” You paused. “Maybe find a cute guy.”

Marshall hummed into your neck, his beard scratching against your neck softly. “Sounds fun. When are you leaving?”

“Just a few hours. Shouldn’t be too long.”

“Well I hope you have a good time.”

“Thanks.” You quietly said.

“Can we stay like this for a bit?”

“Sure.”

It was quite rare for Marshall wanting to embrace you afterwards, but you still took the offer anyway, feeling a deep sense of comfort within him.

You eventually headed back home, as you had to get ready for the club. You put on a tight black mini dress that revealed your legs and showed a hint of your cleavage. You did your hair and makeup and looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling absolutely stunning and confident.

You took a quick mirror selfie and sent it to your friends that you were attending the club with. You stared at the picture for a few seconds before deciding to send it to Marshall. Your thumb hovered over the send button before clicking it, allowing the picture to be sent to him.

It only took a minute or two for Marshall to respond. He sent you a picture of himself. He was wearing baggy sweatpants and a tank top. He was flexing one of his arms, a cunning smirk plastered on his face. He sent an additional message to you too, You look hot. Call me if you need anything.

You felt a soft pulse in your core which you tried your best to ignore. You couldn’t help but stare and admire the picture he sent you. The tank top exposed his large biceps that were inked with tattoos. His sweatpants hung loosely on his waist, slightly teasing his boxers. You bit your lip before replying to the picture: u look perfect. Already making me horny. I’ll call u xx

At that moment, one of your friends texted you, telling you she was outside. You turned off your phone and placed it in your mini purse before leaving the house.

You reached the club with your friends, Rosa and Julie, determined and excited to have a great time. The club was lit up with neon lights with rave music being blasted through speakers. People were on the dance floor, dancing, grinding, kissing and whatnot. A bar was placed in the club, displaying a wide variety of drinks that you would be determined to drink.

“Okay, so besides having the night of our life,” Rosa said. “We need to finally find Y/n a man.”

Julie giggled and lightly nudged Y/n. “I swear if you don’t walk out of here with a guy, we will be devastated.

You rolled your eyes playfully as you linked arms with them. “I do not need a cute guy. All I need is a good night out with my girls.”

The night was absolutely intense. It started with the three of you downing shots of any drinks that satisfied you, then eventually led to the three of you getting on the dance floor and laughing as you embraced each other through the music. The neon lights flashed all around you, the music becoming muffled and quieter in your head. You felt dizzy and knew you had to take a break for a while. You excused yourself before sitting at the bar and opening your phone.

You were quickly interrupted by a man’s voice: “You all alone?” You looked up and were met with a man, perhaps around your age, he was tall, handsome and had a charming smirk on his face. He sat down on the barstool next to you, still maintaining eye contact.

“I’m with my friends,” you replied. “I got a bit tired so I’m just sitting down.”

“I’m Ezra,” he took his hand for you to shake, which you did, “And you?”

“Y/n.”

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.”

You looked down, trying to hide the dumb smile that had appeared on your face as you felt your face heating up with blush. You looked up at him again. “Thanks.”

“So, you got a boyfriend?”

“Nope, I’m single.”

He licked his lips and kissed his teeth. “Good to know.” His eyes trailed down your body, admiring every inch of you. “I know you’re tired, but would you care to dance?” he asked as he offered you his hand.

“Well I guess I’m not that tired,” you replied with a smirk as you placed your hand in his.

He took you to the dance floor where he held you close to him, leaving no space between the two of you. He placed his hands on your waist as he guided you carefully through the beat of the song. Ezra spun you around so your back was pressed flush against his body. You could feel his crotch right on your ass as you started to grind against him. He leaned forward, wanting to hear the soft whimpers that escaped your lips. His hands trailed to the sides of your ass, helping you grind against him harder.

“Well shit,” he groaned. “Definitely was not expecting this.”

“Should I stop?” You asked.

“Oh no, keep going. I’m enjoying it.”

As the night continued, you and Ezra stayed close to each other, dancing, drinking, grinding, sharing sloppy but seductive kisses. Rosa and Julie watched from afar, as they giggled and teased, but felt happy that you were at least talking to someone. By the time the night had ended, Ezra had given you his number and you agreed to meet up next week at a cafe.

When you reached home, you were quick to change out of your clothes and wash all your makeup off. As you snuggled yourself in the sheets, you took your phone out and texted a simple ‘heyy’ to Ezra. You noticed you had a few missed calls from Marshall as well followed by a few texts of him asking you if you were okay. You rolled your eyes and smirked as you decided to call him.

He immediately picked up, his voice instantly cutting through. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked, slightly worried.

“Calm down, Marshall. I’m fine.”

He let out an exhale of relief. “Good. Did you enjoy your time?”

“Yeah, actually. I met a guy.”

A brief pause happened on the other line before he spoke up again. “That’s nice. What’s his name?”

“His name’s Ezra. He’s really cute.”

“You had a good time with him? He was nice?”

You chuckled at Marshall’s protective nature. “Yes in fact, we just spent the whole night grinding on each other and kissing.”

“Didn’t ask for details.”

“My bad. Anyway, we’re going on a date next week to a cafe.”

“Sounds nice…” He sighed softly through his nose before speaking once again. “Does this mean that our deal is off?”

You paused at the sudden question, that wasn’t really something that had crossed your mind. “I guess it is. I mean if it doesn’t work out, we can go back… right?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Neither of you said anything as you both shared an indescribable silence. The air felt weird. After months of this deal, it was off. You didn’t know how to feel about it, a range of mixed feelings stirring in your mind. “Well, it’s pretty late. I’m gonna head to bed now.”

“Alright. Goodnight.”

Next week, it was your date with Ezra. You decided to wear a cute spring dress, a white one dotted with yellow flowers. You wore your hair in a half up-half down and tied a yellow ribbon in it. You paired it with some white shoes and wore light makeup.

A chime was heard from your phone as you did some finishing touches to your makeup. It was a text from Marshall.

Hey. How you doing?

You smiled softly at the screen before typing away.

Hey. How are you doing? - M

I’m good, you? - You

Just chillin, nearly ready for your date? - M

Yup! - You

I’m all ready, actually - You

Nice. Can I see please? - M

You chuckled at the odd politeness he had when texting you. You sent him a picture of the outfit. He replied with a quick voice note, stating how cute you looked in your dress. You two continued to text each other back and forth, ever so slightly flirting with each other in a playful manner.

Eventually, you had to go, as Ezra had pulled up outside your house. You got in the car and were greeted with that same charming smile.

“Hey, Y/n. You look gorgeous.” Ezra said.

“Thanks Ezra. You look great.” You said as you put your seatbelt on.

When you got to the cafe, you both settled down at a booth and took your order quickly. While waiting for the food to arrive, the two of you made some small talk. You were unsure how, but at some point of the conversation, you started talking about Marshall.

“He’s really sweet, we’ve known each other for a while now.” You rambled. “I mean, gosh, I don’t know what I would do without him.”

“He sounds like a nice guy.” Ezra replied hesitantly.

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly at his response, only to remember you were on a date with a guy and you were talking about another man. “Oh, shit. I’m so sorry. Talking about another guy on the first date isn't really a good idea huh?”

“Mhm,” he replied, nodding slightly. “But, it’s fine. I completely understand.”

The food eventually arrived which you certainly enjoyed. Your hot chocolate was sweet and creamy and the croissant you ordered was soft and delicate. After the cafe, you two took a stroll in the park, having a quiet conversation amongst yourselves.

When the date ended, Ezra dropped you off at your house, with another date arranged. As soon as you entered your house, you could only start giggling to yourself as you thought about the date you just had. Butterflies arose in your stomach, making you feel absolutely ecstatic.

You immediately called Marshall, telling him every detail of the date, except the part when you were talking non-stop about him. He sounded happy for you, proud to know that you’d finally found someone that could be a possible future partner.

As the weeks progressed, you continued to go on dates with Ezra. You two grew more fond of each other and felt more comfortable around each other. Throughout your dates, you would constantly flirt with each other every chance you got. And eventually, he asked you to be his girlfriend, in which you happily accepted.

But as the time went by of you and Ezra spending your moments together, wrapped up in affection, you started talking to Marshall less. You would drop the occasional text message, a quick call informing him about everything in your life, but other than that— nothing. You found yourself replacing the frequent trips to his house with practically living at Ezra’s. And although, yes, he was your boyfriend now, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for losing your frequent contact with Marshall.

Months had progressed in your relationship, and you and Ezra were going off strong. Always going on dates, constant affection, and somewhere along the way, you two had grown enough trust with each other to start engaging in more sexual activities.

You arched your back and let out a small moan as you felt Ezra’s tongue on your core. You ran your fingers through his hair, as you squirmed at his touch. You felt so close to your climax, as you urged him to carry on. When you finally came undone, you made the worst mistake of your life.

“Marshall,” you moaned quietly under your breath, but apparently not quiet enough for Ezra to not hear.

The air stilled, the tension in the room grew thick. You felt Ezra move away from you as he stood up, a disappointed expression etched on his face. You sat up, and quickly put your pants on, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you.

“What the fuck, Y/n? You fucking other guys behind my back?” Ezra asked, anger booming in his voice.

“Wait, Ezra, please let me explain.” You said, as you approached him.

He refused to look you in the eyes, his brows were furrowed and his eyes were full of anger. “You better make it quick.”

“You cupped his face and gently turned his head to make him look at you. “Ezra,” You swallowed. “Sit down.”

As you both sat down, creating a small dip in the bed, you took notice of the hurt in his eyes, as he looked down on the floor. A pang of guilt hit you. You slowly threaded your fingers in and squeezed his hand. “Ezra… Me and Marshall used to be… friends with benefits.”

He suddenly snapped his head to turn you. “You what?”

“It was only a few months. And we both agreed that if we ever found someone, we would close the deal.”

“So how long did it take you to realise you wanted to call the deal off?”

“I told him the night we met.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, a glint of confusion shining in his eyes. “Really? You’re not lying?”

You shook your head. “I really liked you the moment we met. I knew I had to call the deal off.”

Ezra relaxed as his shoulders sagged. He nodded. His lips were still in a stiff line, not picking up at the corners to smile.

“And I promise,” you said, “That I’ll try not let it get in the way of us ever again. I care about you so much.”

“Alright, well, I appreciate you telling me the truth. But I think I might just need some time to myself.”

“That’s perfectly fine. Take the time you need.”

Within two weeks, the awkward situation was forgotten about between you and Ezra. However, guilt was still seeping within you. You both were curled up on the couch, watching a movie when your phone lit up and let out a notification sound. You checked it and saw Marshall’s name in a text message notification on your phone screen.

“Who is it?” Ezra asked.

“Marshall…”

A thick silence stretched between the two of you. Although the altercation from 2 weeks ago was forgotten about, it certainly was awkward if Marshall was ever mentioned.

“Well, uh. I think you should reply then.” Ezra replied.

You opened the message app, and was greeted with Marshall’s text messages:

Hey.

I’m having a party at mine next week.

Wanna come?

Ezra can come too.

“He’s having a party next week, and he wants us to come.” You said.

“Both of us?”

You nodded silently.

“Alright, then. Sounds good to me.”

Next week, it was the party. You showed up wearing a silky, fitted red dress with a slit. Whilst Ezra went out to find a decent parking spot, you decided to enter the house. Marshall immediately greeted you, with that smile you felt like was only reserved for you.

“Hey…” He paused, as his eyes travelled down your body, lingering for longer than you thought they should’ve. “You look…Gosh you look beautiful. Where’s Ezra?”

You felt your cheeks uncontrollably heating up at the compliment. You felt guilt simmering in your stomach, but you couldn’t stop smiling so much. “Thanks Marsh. Ezra’s just parking the car.”

And at perfect timing, Ezra appeared, his hand gripping your waist. It wasn’t restraining, but firm, as if he was trying to ground himself on you. “Marshall,” he acknowledged, shaking his hand. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

At that moment, a gorgeous blonde woman approached Marshall, as she placed her hand on his shoulder. “Hey Marsh.” she said.

You furrowed your brows in confusion. Was Marshall dating? He never mentioned it.

All of a sudden, she kissed his cheek.

You felt your stomach drop, and your heart beating quicker. Who was this woman? You weren’t jealous, just surprised that he didn’t tell you.

“Y/n, Ezra, this is Chloe.” He looked at her, an indescribable expression on his face. “She’s a friend of mine.” He looked away and made a subtle second of eye contact with you.

“Nice to meet you Chloe. I’m Y/n, this is my boyfriend Ezra.”

“It’s great to meet you guys.” You felt a pang of guilt hitting you. She seemed so sweet and innocent, you had a boyfriend for fucks sake. Why were you feeling like this?

As the night continued, you stayed close to Ezra, the grip on his waist never letting go. His grip started to feel empty, with no emotion or stability behind it. Just a mere hand placed on your waist feigning a meaning, when really there was none. Your eyes couldn’t help but dart to Marshall and Chloe across the room. They were either always talking with each other and laughing, or stomach-twistingly close to each other. Ezra must’ve noticed as he constantly tried to pull you closer to him, a silent nudge telling you stop.

The car ride back home felt difficult. The tension was obvious, and it was thick in the air— almost restraining. Ezra’s jaw was tight, his hands gripped the steering wheel as his knuckles became white.

You decide to talk, to lift up the tension in the room. “It was a nice party, huh-”

“We should stop.” Ezra’s voice cut through your sentence like a sharp blade, making it end abruptly.

You snapped your head to him, your stomach dropping. Your eyes widened as your chest felt tight. “What do you mean?”

“Y/n, it is so obvious that you have feelings for Marshall.”

You laughed in disbelief. “And what makes you think that?”

“Well first, the whole friends with benefits thing. I mean you can’t have sex with someone for a few months like that and not expect to capture feelings. And even months after you ended that deal with him, you still said his name two weeks ago. Even tonight. I saw how your face dropped when Chloe kissed him. I could see you staring at them both non-stop.”

You sighed, searching your mind for a good response, only to realise he was telling the truth. When you turned your head to look back at the road, you felt tears welling at the back of your eyes. You quickly blinked them away. You had no right to be crying right now. You were breaking Ezra’s heart.

“I’m sorry, Ezra.”

He stayed basked in silence, his eyes fixated on the road ahead. “You should talk to him.”

You nodded, looking out the window, staring at your own reflection, as you listened closely to the sounds of your anxious heart pumping in your chest.

When you reached home, you stood at the steps of your door and looked behind one last time, catching a glimpse of Ezra’s face in the window before he left. You wondered if that was the last time you’d see him again.

As soon as you entered your house and closed the door behind you, you took your phone out and called Marshall. One ring. Two rings. 3 rings.

“Hey Y/n.”

His voice was soothing and comforting in such times of distress and discomfort. “Marshall…”

He could immediately sense something was wrong from the dejected tone of your voice. “Everything okay?”

You paused. “Ezra broke up with me.”

“What? Like right now?” His voice was laced with confusion and you could hear some hints of fury as well.

“But it’s my fault Marshall.”

His voice became softer. “How so?”

“I should’ve known better than to be in a relationship when I was already in love with someone else.”

“You’re in love with-” he stopped his sentence halfway and paused. “Who?”

“You…” you said quietly, hoping he couldn’t hear.

“Me?” Yeah, he heard that.

“Yes.”

All of a sudden the other line was cut. You looked at your phone to see he had hung up.

Shit.

You messed it up. You messed up one of your closest friendships you’d ever had. You’d messed up years of trust and respect that was built between the two of you, only for it to come tumbling down in a one minute phone call.

What felt like an eternity, but only a few minutes had passed. A knock was heard on the front door. Who would be here at this time? You opened the door and saw Marshall standing in front of you. His eyes were soft, his lips curled up into a small smile.

“Marshall?”

He didn’t even respond, just came in, closed the door and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. It wasn’t rushed or hungry, but soft and delicate. He was pouring out all his emotions into that one kiss, as he cupped your face and pulled you in more.

He pulled away and his eyes met yours. He didn’t have to say anything. Because you knew right away, and he knew that too. You didn’t know what to say either. And that was fine. So you just hugged him tight and buried your cheek into his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair as you tried to match your breathing with his.

No words had to be said, you both knew the love you both felt for each other was undeniable.

You sighed as you walked in circles around the small living room of your home, rocking your little girl carefully in your arms, gently rubbing her back as her attention was entirely on the television, watching the MTV ceremony where Marshall was.

Hailie had been looking forward to seeing her dad on TV, but refusing to take a nap earlier that day, sleep was starting to make her fussy, no matter how much you did to calm her down or how many options you offered her. You had tried to pass the time with some snack, but too much sugar wouldn't be a good idea, she would start crying in frustration every time she noticed she was falling asleep and although she accepted being in your arms, she kicked a little when she noticed that you intended to make her sleep. You had a sweet and calm girl most of the time, but sleep is something that puts anyone in a bad mood, your princess is no exception to that.

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