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yandere-wishes · 24 days ago

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⭒ㅤׂ Do You Think We'll Be In Love Forever? ㅤׂ ⭒

⭒⌒★ Yandere!DC Men x Reader ★⌒⭒

゜。♡ 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝑜𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 ♡ ｡゜

𓆩☾𓆪 Nightwing - Dick Grayson | بالشب - دیک گریسون

He's mesmerized by the sight of you between his arms. Definite little doll smiling up at him through tear-soaked eyes. He floods your essence with saccharine kisses, sweet vows, and anguished 'I love yous' all paying testimony to his sugar-laced obsession. He's desperate to taste your sweetness on his tongue, lick through your flesh like a lollipop, and unravel your bones with his teeth.

He had been so young once, chasing virtue and strength into every dark alleyway, following bats and hope into vicious nights. Back then, he hadn't understood his mentor's desperation for paper-thin kisses and phony love. But now feeling the push of your body beneath his fingertips makes him understand how satisfying real love can be. To observe you in the sun's gentle rays. To feel your body curled next to his on cold nights. He plays hero under the moon's watchful gaze only to return home to you upon daybreak.

❀࿔ Red Hood - Jason Todd | نقاب قرمز - جیسون تاد

He glides your fingers across his scars, shuddering under the weight of your touch. Stardust cauterizes ancient wounds, licking away the rotten grime. Jason clenches his teeth, there's something so intimidating about the softness of your touch. It stings worse than any crowbar or bullet wound, intruding, harrowing. It's almost like you're plucking the constellations of his past from under his skin, trying to rearrange the stars into something cathartic.

He can't help the hapless way his nails scratch across your bones, the gurgling laugh that escapes his throat. You're Elizabeth Lavenza and Ophelia trying to mend a broken boy, with your wry smile and terrified eyes. Jason traces his lips across yours, his kiss is ravenous, frantic. Faux-hero desperate for an inkling of love, of bliss, of softness.

´ཀ` Arkham Knight - Jason Todd | سلحشور آرکام - جیسون تاد

He likes to think he's shed his human skin long ago. Left it to die in that burning warehouse with his old mask and youth. But when he hears your laughter, that haunting echo reverberates off the edifice walls. He can't help but think maybe, just maybe a trace of humanity still lingers beneath his armor. Your smile glares at him in every carmine puddle he treks through. He dreams it's your blood marring his gauntlets, syrupy sweet as he licks them clean. Daydreams about your ethereal face painted in reds and purples by his iron-clad hands.

His kisses are razor blades cutting through your lips, forcing his love down your throat, and watching as you choke on the rust and ache. He's trying to merge two bodies into one void, to engulf you. Mirror his scars upon your flesh with dull knives and jagged fingernails. He kisses you again, you swear you're going to drown in his sea of red. Maybe that's all the love he has left. He

｡♦｡ Red Robin - Tim Drake | رابین قرمز- تیم دریک

He plays hero in the night, little bird chasing villains and evil by moonlight. When he blinks it's you he sees lying on the couch watching TV. He's starting to think you're his favorite show, afterall your window is about the size of a flat-screen TV and he's always too eager to peak through for the next screening. Episode 84, you're hugging your favorite teddy bear, lost in euphoria as your knuckles turn white around the controller. Tim watches heart in his throat as you claw out the boss's eyes. Sanctimonious champion vying to save the holy princess.

Tim bites his fingers, addresses each tooth mark to you. He pens his love letters upon his own skin, sealing them in red when he finally punctures through. Maybe life is just a video game, an endless kaleidoscope of cutscenes. And he's just a besotted hero dying to kiss the precious princess who doesn't even know he exists.

ꨄ︎ Robin - Damian Wayne| سینه‌سرخ - دامیان وین

His heritage pounds between his bones. The deja vu of an ancestral lifetime runs rapid through his veins as he chases you across the rooftops. His father, his mother, his brothers, always chasing, running after things they know they'll never reach. Your blades clash against his and Damian can't help but wonder if this is the closest he'll ever get to kissing you.

You leave him with paper cuts that feel like venom, like saying 'I love you' while chewing on his bones. He ponders, does his father have the same scars, if Damian pulled away Bruce's skin what would he find? Kittycat claws and dragon bites engraved in the nth-wielded ivory. He feels legacy clawing at his throat as he pictures your fingers between his teeth. Tears blooming in your eyes as he uses diamonds and ceremonial knives to engrave his name upon your flesh. Dotting the I with a heart and entwining each letter. God, he's so tired of being lonely...

🦇 Batman - Bruce Wayne | بتمن - بروس وین

He can't help but pick you apart, chip away at the bones and flesh until he reaches your essence. Dissecting your heart with his tongue and savoring the ichor between his teeth. He's the world's greatest detective and yet he can't unravel his own ardor. This mania, this addiction festering within his crux gnawing at his sanity until every thought is consumed by the cadence of your voice and the stars scintillating in your big doe eyes. This desperate need burning inside of him are you really divinity? Will you bleed glod, if he tears you apart with his teeth?

You're so ethereal squirming beneath, kicking and screaming vying desperately for freedom. He's fought this love for far too long, tried to preserve you in the light. Cover your eyes and ears and make you forget about the monsters that roam in the dark. But he can't not anymore, maybe he never could. Maybe the only way he knows how to love is by trickling his darkness like nectar between your lips and watching as it paints you in his shades.

ᯓ★ Superman - Clark Kent | سوپرمن - کلارک کنت

His kisses melt into your skin sweet like molten sugar drizzled on jasmine rice. Like lava smothering roses, leaving a trail of fragranced ashes. Clark smiles and he notices how you cover your eyes. Like you're staring directly into the sun. Like you're scared of being burnt. Clark can't help but bury his head in the crock of your neck, inhaling your ather. Molten roses and floral ashes he likes the amalgamate of your scents. Like how his presence lingers upon you.

He holds you like a doll, like the little straw dolls his mother used to make. It's easy to be gentle, coddling when everything is so fragile compared to you. He kisses down your neck, your jaw, nuzzling his nose into your soft skin, trying to earn a giggle a gold star. Trying to wipe the fear from your eyes. He kisses you again, mumbling cloying words between your lips, wishing he could just push his love between your fragile bones.

˚✶˚ Superboy - Conner Kent | سوپربوی - کانر کنت

He's fighting back the urge to peel your heart from between your ribs. To trail kisses across it and marr his lips with your ether. He wonders if your heart beats as frantically as his. He wonders if your ribs rattle when he enters a room.

He wants to push little superboy earings into your ears, to lay upon you the piercings he could never have. It'll be his way of telling the world you belong to him, that you belong to Superboy. And yet he settles for draping his leather jacket across your shoulders when senses a shiver run up your spine. He settles for the friendly hugs and airy hello-kisses. He wants to say he's he loves you. he can't. It's all so annoying, tasting the dead words on his tongue.

𓂃✮ Superman - Jon Kent | سوپرمن - جان کنت

He's scaping his nails along the Hershey's kisses re-aligning the red blue and gold wrapping. It'll be obvious, right? If he leaves them in your locker you'll understand the colored metaphor you'll answer the question he can never ask. You'll know it's him, everyone always does, for the byproduct of the world's greatest hero, he's terrible at keeping his identity a secret.

He blames it on the legacy flooding his lungs. On the promises that beat in his blood. He's born to be a hero, to play the role of savior, but aren't heroes promised love too? Aren't they meant to save the girl from burning skyscrapers and crumbling sidewalks, to fly above the skyline and kiss her in tune with the setting sun? He's so desperate for the sweet fairytale ending, so desperate to kiss the girl who always knows just what to say. He leaves the chocolate in your locker before making a dent in the metal door.

˚｡⋆🪙⋆ ˚｡ Two Face - Harvey Dent | دو چهره - هاروی دنت

He can taste your pain on his tongue, swallow the barbed wire, and relish in the familiar sting of hope, expectation, responsibility. Maybe that's why he can't stop himself from chasing after you. Burning the world demanding you stop him, desperate for a silver of your deficit attention. God, you're so ethereal with his gun aimed at your head, his pretty little girl with big starry eyes laced with dread as they follow the cascade of his coin. 'I know' he wants to scream 'I know what it feels like' but the words never quite spill out that way. And Harv only laughs at his foolish attempts to play hero once more. Sanctimonious bastard, the words reverberate in his skull.

You may claim to be a hero but Two-face knows you'll fall, plunder to the ground like all the rest, that's what happens when you reach for the sky, deem yourself Icarus, and let the flames of glory engulf you until there's nothing left. 'You can't save them' Harv screams only for Harvey to hear. They want to get closer, to slip the coin between your lips and make you taste defeat, maybe then you'll understand why he's so keen on fighting you out of your crusade. Maybe then you'll take their hand willingly, letting them sprinkle kisses across your knuckles like dying stars.

˙⋆☠︎︎⋆˙ Black Mask - Roman Sionis | نقاب سیاه - رومن سیونیس

He wants to cut out your big heart and sink his teeth into it, engrave himself in every vein, and chew on the heartstrings. HIM he needs to be the only one in that plushie heart of yours. The only one with the right to be graced by your ethereal smile. He wants to awaken to your soft nimble fingers tracing hearts and stars across his chest. Pretty pink lips weaving feathery kisses across the scar of his pacemaker. Giggles tickling his neck as you bid him 'good morning' in that all too cheery voice of yours.

Roman almost moans as he hears his name spill from your mouth, each letter cradled carefully between your lips he can't help but want to push his thumb inside your mouth, to feel your purity and shock. There's so much he wants to call you so much he wants to whisper in your ear as he watches your cheeks glow red. To hold you in his lap and trail his fingers across your legs, to dress you in pretty dresses and short skirts and skin-tight tops. To taste the fear and dread on your tongue palpable like the blood he draws with every kiss.

༄✩༄ Scarecrow - Jonathan Crane | مترسک - جاناتان کرین

He likes the stars in your eyes, the mini constellations spelling out your greatest fears. The tears blooming in the corners of your dopey eyes have his lips twitching. You're so gorgeous like this, curled up on the floor trying to make sense of such an eerie world. Jonathan doesn't anoint himself a fool, he knows it's chimeric to think that you'd love him without the toxin, without the heavy drugs he's spilled into your veins. That's why he keeps you like this, scared and depressed. Always in need of him.

What's your greatest fear? He wonders when you tuck your head between your knees and sob all so quietly as to not disturb him. Is it him you see in your grandest nightmares? Is it the mask jumping at you from within the darkness, or is it Professor Crane abandoning you in such a macabre world? Mask on mask off it makes no difference. He just hopes he's the star of every nightmare, as long as you fear him as much as he fears losing you.

｡??｡ Riddler- Edward Nygma| ریدل - ادوارد نیگما

It's frivolous to think he will not solve this riddle. That he will no unearth this plague you have bestowed upon him. This fixation, this obsession, he needs to understand you, to peel away your skin and glimpse at your inner clock workings. To undo your screws one by one and find out what exists between that haunting laugh and those knowing vicious eyes. To rip apart your wires, and feed upon your mind. To understand, he needs to understand you.

He got close once when he had your neck under his shoe, but the evil lith of your laughter rings across the room and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't unnerved. He doesn't know what question to ask first. 'what have you done to me'? 'why do you think you're better than me?', 'Why don't you love me?' Instead, the silence shatters with your voice, proud melody rivaling his own, your eyes lock on him and he can't suppress his shutter. "Well Eddie, riddle me this. What can kill any man, but isn't even alive itself?"

⁺♡⁺ Deathstroke - Slade Wilson | مرگ سکته - اسلید ویلسون

You're like a shooting star, dancing across the night as you stalk his latest kill. Little asssasin, you know your stuff but he finds your thirst for ineage and morality both exhausting and honorable. Most people grow up and spit out their morals with blood and broken teeth. Let the world's cruel realities claw and gnaw at their skin until it's hardened enough to survive. He's yet to see you extend such a courtesy to the world, makes him think that pulling the trigger on you would be some sort of mercy. Bullet through the heart leaving your body coated in his essence and one final kiss pressed onto your paling lips.

He dosen't notice the inkling of you rattling around in his brain until he realizes that this is the eighth him he's seen you smile at the end of his barrel. Pretty little girl chasing after morals and sand, hoping to escape the endless night by spilling just a little more guilty blood. You look like some sort of ethereal doll, immortal in your innocence and vicious in your virtues. He can respect that, truly but Slade isn't naive enough to think you have what it takes to survive. Maybe that's why he wants all so badly to feed you his victim's hearts and eyes and livers, to push them past your pretty lips, staining them the deepest red. Watching your delicate throat constrict as you swallow everything he gives you. Reveling in the sensation of your greedy little tongue swirling around his fingers licking up the access gore. Can almost picture your smile and stupid little head tilt as you thank him for the 'candygrams'.

⭑.ᐟ Respawn | احیا

Respawn drowns in his love. Pulling apart his heart to lay at your feet. It's all he's ever known, broken boy built to harvest spare parts. But you don't look at him like that, you don't even look at him like an assassin. No, you smile fondly as you nuzzle his neck with your nose. You look at him the way his father used to, like he's actually worth something more. He's never quite kissed you, he's not even sure he knows how. Instead, he holds you close to his chest making sure you hear the dull patter of his jagged heart.

He's born from greatness, left to rot in the dark. He refuses to play pawn, anymore. So maybe that's why, when he finally kisses you -with all the grace of a schoolboy's first kiss- it's so desperate and erratic, clumsily licking your lips and nicking his tongue along your teeth trying to think what his father would do. His fingers dig into your arms, preassing prayers into your flesh, screaming 'Don't leave me, you're all I have left'.

⭑☽ Ghost-Maker - Minhkhoa "Khoa" Khan | روح ساز - مینه خوا "خوا" خان

There's nostalgia in your essence, in your presence, something he can never wash away. He's grown addicted to the erratic reverbate of your pulse between his teeth. Kissing the bites he leaves marring your perfect body.

Why can't you just love him, let him haunt your every thought, and erode those pesky creeds, until he is the only thing you'll ever need? Khoa hates to admit it but he sees something in you, something so reflective of the little boy laying in the sand of the gobi desert, shooting phantom bullets and mocking stars. You scream every time he kisses you, recoil your tongue, and cry at the bitterness sweeping in. But Khao loves the challenge, the fight, loves forcing you into submission, even as your knife digs between his ribs. He's only ever content when your pith floods his mouth and your melodic voice rings through his ears. His precious little princess tucked away between his arms forever.

☾⋆ Phantom-one | روح یک

he never shows you his face. He blames it on his upbringing too used to old rules that he can never escape their clutches not even for you. His kisses are always clouds dancing across your skin, so light and airy they may as well be the wind. But tries to leave traces of himself with every kiss. Desperate pleas for you to look at him, to touch him, to love him back. All so he knows he's alive, still real enough to love.

He's always trapped between the land of the living and the realm of the deceased. Always so gentle with the love he's stolen, so careful to not break his lover, as his mentor did to him. He laces his fingers through your hair, sucks gently on the length of your neck, all while pushing 'I love yous' into your soul, marking you as his forever.

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foreingersgod · 12 days ago

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Bathroom . KM

pairing: kate martin x reader

synopsis: you and your ex-situationship sneak off to the club bathroom to make up for lost time ;)

warnings: SMUT (minors/men don't interact) and strong language.

it's finally here ya'll! merry late christmas everyone!

your throat burned as you downed your third or fourth drink of the night, to be honest you hadn't really been keeping track. the whole night had ended up being a mood killer and trying to keep yourself away from the bar was your last priority. the anger and disappointment that had swirled in your gut was probably enough to stomach a few more.

it was supposed to be fun, go out with your girls and have a few shots, maybe meet some girl you never catch the name of and dance with her till your head was fuzzy. anything to take your mind off of kate.

she's what you'd deem an 'ex situationship', but the longer her contact sat unblocked in your phone, the more she had just seemed like a mistake. you had met her some time ago at an after party for one of her games and you hit it off instantly. it was the perfect depiction of a meet cute, something straight out of the movies. she bumped into you on the way to the bathroom, spilling her drink all over your white top, and offering to graciously lend you a new one. one thing led to another, and the both of you ended up falling for one another.

or so you had thought.

after months of going back and forth, sleeping together and fighting over what you two even were, you decided you had enough of waiting around. if all she wanted was to fuck you on the side, then you wouldn't stay around for it. you had made it extremely clear that you had feelings for her, and she could barely manage a text back.

which is why you were even here in the first place. your friends decided you needed to stop moping all day long after your decision to cut things off, let yourself go and forget all about her. it was a good idea at first, great even, but now you were regretting even getting out of bed. whilst you were surrounded by numerous crowds of people, a ke$ha remix enveloping the entire club as you danced with your friends, a wave of familiar blonde hair caught your eye.

you were slightly regretful to admit that you could recognize her anywhere. it'd be hard to miss her perfect face, her headstrong and confident and sexy demeanor as her entered the club. it was like all the oxygen had been sucked from your body as you watched her make her rounds. you tried to drown out her presence in the glasses that your friends repeatedly shoved into your hand, but nothing managed to take your focus off of her. so, you resorted to sulking at the bar and wallowing in your own misery. no matter the level of buzz, your eyes always wandered over to her.

just as you were about to call it good, fed up with how spoiled tonight was and ready to call yourself an uber, you felt a large hand press into the small of your back. the contact sent shivers across your skin, and you could already tell who it had belonged to.

"mind if i sit?" her voice was like spun sugar that masked a bitter aftertaste. it made you cringe, but you couldn't help but melt into her touch.

she appeared at your side before you could respond, sliding into the barstool and ushering the bartender to grab her a beer. you shot her a skeptical glare, but let her sit nonetheless.

"help yourself, i guess" kate shook her head with a chuckle as you turned back to nurse your drink unamused. this was the last thing you needed.

"so," she spoke again as she tapped mindlessly on her glass bottle "long time no see huh?"

"yeah" you scoffed, rolling your eyes "and i intended to keep it that way until you came over here"

now it was her turn to scoff, adjusting her position on the stool to spread her legs more comfortably. it took everything you had to not advert your eyes and look, let your mind wander to what was hiding underneath her neatly pressed slacks.

"damn, no need to be so harsh" she defended.

"i don't really want to talk to you kate," you said as you swallowed the last gulp of your drink "i ended things for a reason, you know"

you could sense the change in demeanor, watching the way her cocky smirked had tilted downwards. her shoulders had slumped sadly before she cleared her throat.

"i know" she said "that's why i couldn't stop myself from coming over here-"

"look," you interrupted her before she could give any reasoning "if you came here expecting another quick fuck out of me, then forget it. i'm not interested in being another one of your hookups, kate"

you weren't sure if it was from the heightened emotions or your drunken state, but your eyes had begun to water. you realized that it probably seemed silly to cry over running into your ex, but something inside of you felt crushed by the confrontation. couldn't she just take the hint and let you move on in peace?

kate stared at you blankly, but you didn't let her gaze linger for long. you pushed yourself out of your seat before she could utter a word, trying to usher the bartender over swiftly so you could pay your tab and leave.

before you could wave over the man behind the counter, kate had reached out to grab onto your wrist. her grasp was gentle but firm, fingers wrapping tightly around your carpus. the action had taken you by surprise, but you lowered your arm anyways.

"that's-" she attempted, almost choked up "that's not what i'm here for alright?"

"okay, so what exactly are you here for then?"

she inhaled deeply before letting out a lengthy breath, a habit to calm her nerves. her looked down to her hands that were now focused on picking at her cuticles. this was a different version of kate, not the headstrong girl you once knew, now diminished to a stuttering mess before you.

"i need you know that i regret it," she shouts, just barely reaching your ears over the thumping music "all of it"

"what do you mean, kate?" an ounce of hope coursed through your veins, anticipating some sort of dream that would never come true.

she finally looked you in the eyes once more, her expression desperate and pleading. her light freckles shimmered under the vibrant lights and her cheeks had turned a soft crimson. she looked like an angel, the blue and purple colors making her positively glow.

"i mean that i regret letting you go" she blurted "and i wanted to text you..fuck, i was almost ready to show up at your door to apologize. but then i saw you here and i- i don't know, i just couldn't keep myself away from you"

the world could’ve stopped spinning on its axis, as far as you were concerned, everything around you coming to a halt. a confession like that was the last thing you would have expected her to say, and you weren’t quite sure how to feel about it. this is what you’d been wanting this whole time and now the decision didn’t seem so easy. your trust had crumbled when she admitted to not reciprocating your feelings, were you willing to let her earn it all back?

“kate, i-” you muttered in shock “i don’t know what to say”

"you don't have to say anything..." she said, leaning towards you, eyes flickering between the features of your face. she could have been soaking in your presence, the way she had licked her lips with desire. the look on her face had you choking up, like any resentment you had towards her had suddenly caught in the back of your throat. you hated how easily this all unfolded. every bone in your body, every single coherent thought was telling you to push her away and not forgive her. but at the end of the day, you were only human, a sucker for the sultry words that fell out of her mouth next.

"just let me make it up to you"

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you didn't need to be sober to know that this was probably a bad idea. letting your past fling drag you into a dirty club bathroom and lock the door in a haste behind you was more than stupid. you hadn't even comprehended her request before you nodded urgently, allowing her to grab onto your waist and lead you to the only area of privacy in this god forsaken building. normally you'd laugh in her face and tell her to get lost, but the way her lips danced across the crevices of your neck was too addicting to resist.

kate had you pressed up against the porcelain sink of the small bathroom in a matter of seconds, hungry hands already gripping every inch of your body as she kissed you deeply. her tongue slid across yours in a haste as it fought for dominance. you could feel the bass of the music through the walls, its rhythm matching the pounding of your heart. your hands gripped the edges of the sink as you let out a desperate moan. even if you wanted to deny how much you longed for this, your body certainly couldn't.

as her lips trailed from your lips to your collarbone, you felt yourself loosen up in her touch. you could feel her smirk against you, her confidence obviously not lost.

"you have no idea how much i've missed this" kate groaned, head buried into the nook of your shoulder. her voice was muffled by each dark bruise she left against your exposed skin.

her hands slid down the front of your abdomen, only stopping when they came in contact with the hem of your shirt. her fingers toyed with the fraying threads as she sneaked a strong thigh between your weakly parted legs. you whined into empty space in some poor attempt for relief. you needed her urgently, and she was more than happy to oblige.

"kate" you panted, hands gripping onto her biceps tightly "i need you"

your hips slowly began to rut, grinding slowly against her leg. you were far too impatient at this point to wait for her next move. the added friction had only made you more aroused and you could tell you were already soaking through your panties.

"i know, baby, i know" she purred, the rasp in her voice giving you butterflies "i'll take care of you, just be patient fore me okay?"

you stifled out a hum, eyes squeezing shut in sexual frustration. you didn't know how much of her teasing you'd be able to hand, fully prepared to get yourself off on her leg if you had to. but before you could move again, her strong hand settled on your hip to stop you halfway.

you let out a long groan as kate prevented you from the pleasure you sought after, but your pathetic complaining was cut short when you felt her undo the button to your jeans. a gasp left you lips as she hoisted you onto the edge of the wash bin, tugging your pants down around your knees in the process. she was always so smooth with her movements, quick yet undeniably enticing.

"told you to be patient for me, didn't i?" she taunted you, watching the way you looked down at her with glassy eyes and furrowed brows. there was a sheen of sweat that encapsulated your forehead, making your skin glow so sweetly under the florescent lights. though you nodded your head in agreement, kate was a woman of words, and requested you try again "use your words"

"yes" you trembled.

she murmured in satisfaction, proud of your obedience to her every word. you were wrapped around her finger already and you'd only been in here less than 10 minutes. perhaps you’d regret your willingness later, but for now, this moment was all that mattered.

"good" she said whilst examining your pathetic state. she wanted to tear you apart, eat you whole, hypnotized by the way you pleaded for her "now tell me what you want"

her demanding nature almost made you furious. you liked to be in control of situations and having kate towering over you with an exceeding level of authority had you utterly weak.

“i want you to-” you gulped harshly when you felt her hand move from your leg to your throat. her thumb brushed along the sensitive skin, adding pressure in just the right spot. it excited something in you, your whole body shuddering at the sensation “to touch me”

“that’s my girl” she smirked.

your neck felt cold when you felt her move away from you again, only to feel that igniting flame consume you once her fingers prodded at the waistband of your panties. she took her time with you, the pads of her fingers tracing over the delicate cotton and satin bow before she absolutely destroyed you.

"you know how much i missed you baby?" she whispered, pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips. she slowly pushed past your underwear, finally reaching your aching core as you moaned again into her mouth "so fucking much"

her finger zeroed in on your clit, rubbing soft circles that were just enough to tease you. you cried out from the sudden sensitivity, but her free hand was quick to shut you up, palm clasping over your mouth. your chest heaved as another anticipatory groan racked your body, thighs beginning to quiver the more she touched you. kate couldn't bring herself to look away from such a delicious sight.

you were struggling to keep your composure, grabbing her wrist as if to stop the pleasure, but kate knew you'd never want her to stop. you were on the border of giving in to the buildup in your body, yet you were still fighting for some sort of control.

"y'like that huh?" kate's lips had managed to find your neck again, tongue tracing the curvature of your jaw like she was mocking you "need more?"

"yes, oh my god please, kate! please!" you sobbed. you were unable to hold back anymore, a complete mess in her wake.

she smiled without another word, her lengthy and slim finger now toying with your entrance. it felt like torture, the way she'd gather up your slick so agonizingly. mere seconds felt like hours until she finally pushed into you, curving upwards at the perfect angle. the sounds that had escaped you were the most inappropriate thing kate had ever heard and she silently hoped anyone waiting outside could hear just how good she was making you feel. your head fell back against the foggy mirror behind you as you brushed stray hairs off your sticky face, trying your best to fight the desperate and strangled moans that nestled deep within you.

the sound of your slick, squelching and dripping as kate's finger glided in and out of you, was enough to make kate cum in her pants herself. she felt prideful, almost gluttonous, as she watched you unfold beneath her. and with this newfound pride, she felt generous enough to add another finger to your throbbing cunt.

"jesus christ" she keened "you feel so good around my fingers"

she watched the way your arousal dripped from your slit, about to drool at the sight. what a privilege it was to have you like this. her mind was clouded with every thought of you, every time she had you in her bed and every time, she took it for granted. she wished she wasn't such a fool, letting someone like you go. and she certainly wished that it didn't take fucking you in a filthy bathroom to realize she had truly fallen for you. you could feel it too, from the way she looked at you and from the gentleness of her motions, that something had changed within her.

"kate, please, i need-" you squeaked out "i need your mouth"

she let out a low rumble as she thought about tasting you again. ever so eager, she slowly knelt on the ground, not even caring about how her expensive pants were going to be covered in grime. soft palms moved from your needy pussy to massage at your thighs as she perched between your legs. her face was inches from you now, exactly where she was meant to be, and she couldn't wait much longer.

kate took her time with you at first, kitten-licking your clit to make you squirm and leisurely lapping up anything you'd give her. then she'd make you suffer a little bit more, flattening her tongue against you and quickening her pace. the pleasure sent a jolt through your spine, making you even more sensitive to her tongue than you were to her fingers.

"Ah! oh...fuck-" the sensations had full control of your body as you shrieked.

"your pussy tastes so good baby," she husked, creating low vibrations that only added to the mix of slapping and saliva coated sucks "could eat you out all day if you'd let me"

you frantically grabbed the back of her head, fingernails scraping her scalp as you pulled her faced deeper. you tugged lightly at her hair, and it coaxed a gratified whimper from her. your hips began to jerk against her face violently and you were convinced you were suffocating her. but knowing kate, she welcomed that sort of thing.

every strike of her tongue on your puffy clit, every dip into your entrance, and every vulgar noise exchanged within this tight space had you reeling. you hooked a weak leg around her shoulder, a heel digging into her back as felt yourself getting closer to your peak. she was like a woman starved as she devoured every last drop of you.

"babe-i'm gonna...i think i'm gonna cum" you said as you worked towards your orgasm on her tongue.

"i got you, let it out. let me feel you" she urged with the sweetest tone, words like thick honey.

your stomach began to flex, the hand that was tangled in kate's hair coming to squeeze at your breasts in rapture. she quickened her pace once she saw how close you were, pushing your thighs even further apart to widen her angle. and it worked like a charm, your orgasm hitting you like a truck as you rode out the thrill.

she looked up at you with adoration in her eyes, standing up off the floor and coming to kiss you. it was passionate and delicate, lingering for a moment as you came back to your senses.

"you okay?" she whispered, helping you up as she pulled your panties and jeans back up.

"mhm" you replied with a ditsy smile and nod. her hair was a mess, you noticed, and you reached out to tuck a rogue strand behind her ear "more than okay"

you stared at each other as you took it all in. the look on her face was a combination of overwhelming joy and a renewed sense of commitment, making you quirk a genuine smile. it felt good to be back in her arms again, even if it wasn't the most romantic place to do so.

"hey" kate broke the silence "i'm not kidding when i said i regret letting you go. that was the dumbest thing i've ever done and i'm so sorry"

she inhaled before she continued, trying to find the right words to prove her remorse. you opted not to say anything though, wanting to give her the time she really didn't even deserve in the first place. but something in you told you to give it a second chance.

"i think i realized i was falling for you and that scared me. the last thing i wanted was to hurt you or-or be a bad girlfriend or something i don't know. but i know now that i was hurting the both of us by pushing you away"

"you're right, it was pretty dumb" you chuckled to lighten up the mood. she humored you too, unable to suppress her own laugh "but i understand, you had every right to be scared"

"but not at the expense of hurting you. i promise it'll never happen again" she cut in "that is...you know- if you're willing to give us another shot?"

you playfully shoved her shoulder to hide the fact that your heart probably just exploded. that question had been hanging over you in a swirl of anxious tension, and you were more than relieved to have finally been asked it. maybe it wasn't an ideal situation, nothing like those scenes you see in movies, but it was enough for you.

kate began to grow panicked by your reaction, nervous that you might be laughing at her or think she was silly for asking for you back. but all her worries quickly washed away when planted both hands on her cheeks and pulled her in for a final kiss.

"of course, i'm willing to give it another shot you idiot" you snorted as you pulled away breathless "but maybe we should get out of here first, can't really ask me to be your girlfriend in a dingy bathroom"

"you're right" she grinned "let me take you home?"

"i'd be honored"

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