MJF Fics & Oneshots (18+)

What Happens In Vegas, Stays In Vegas (SMUT)

"Oh my god we are wasted!!" Sammy laughed, barely able to walk straight as we made our way into our mansion, whatever we were renting in Vegas. 

"So?" I laughed, walking along side Sammy, "I'm about to go in here and get even more wasted, haha!"

"Y/N," My Dad, Chris Jericho, yelled out in a slur, "You're not drinking anymore!"

"You're one to talk dad!" I scoffed in frustration, "You're more drunk than I am!"

"She does have a point," The Elvis impersonator said as he walked along side my dad. 

"Just don't do anything stupid," My dad sighed, shaking his head as we all finally made it inside. 

We all about stumbled inside, giggling, laughing, but I separated from the back, laughing:

"I'm going to get even more wasted, anyone's welcome to join me!"

The partying literally just wasn't stopping as I made my way to the bar inside, literally all of them following me. 

Bottle upon bottles were at our hands and we sure drank them. As time passed, I got seriously so drunk, goofing off at the bar with Sammy, Wardlow, and Max. 

"Alright, Y/N!" I heard my dad call out as he came back to the bar, seeing that I was really drunk, "Time to go to bed, sweetie!"

"Time for bed?" I laughed, "We are having a blast in Vegas! Who wants to go to bed?"

"Honestly, Chris!" Max scoffed, on my side as he said, "She's an adult. Let her have some fun."

"Excuse me, Max but are you her father?" My dad said, the alcohol making me grow angry fairly quickly. 

"Dad! Don't be a party pooper!" I whined, trying to protest his decision. 

"Ugh fine!" I scoffed, taking one last shot before I walked off, going to my room. 

As I stormed off into my room, I about fell in my heels, actually going to my bathroom, seeing the gigantic bath tub and sitting it in. That honestly proved how drunk I was, but I didn't care. I wanted to have fun and of course, my dad and his over protectiveness was such a buzzkill. 

I don't know how long I sat in that bath tub for, I just laid there, listening to music until I heard a whisper:

"Y/N, are you in here?" 

"Yeah?" I asked, a bit paranoid but I calmed down once I saw that it was Max. 

"You're in the tub?" Max asked, cautious at first. 

"I'm just sitting in it," I assured, scooting over a bit as Max stepped in. 

"Oh, okay," Max smirked, coming in, climbing into the bath tub and sitting next to me. 

A big smile appeared on my face as I saw that Max brought my favorite vodka. Max saying, "I know your dad kinda rained on your parade, so I figured I'd come and try to make your night better."

"Thanks, Max," I smiled, taking the bottle, "I just don't get why he's being this way! Like he's partied way more than I ever have."

"I think it's just because well, he's your dad and I can tell he's very protective of you," Max sighed, "But, let's not worry about that. Let's have some fun."

Even though we just sat in the bath tub, we did have a blast, almost finishing that bottle, laughing at memes on our phones, having random conversations. Max actually wasn't as bad as thought, being a kind, normal person for once. I wasn't sure if it was just because we were both drunk but, it was a good time.