#god i’m not a home wrecker i swear

[wooyukh]

wikihow to get rid of my crush on a man that has a gf? please it’s been 6 months i can’t take this anymore GOD

[heartz4shauna]

my kink is karma.

word count: crickets..

warnings: nat cheats. mentions of lottienat. angst. she/her pronouns used for reader and nat. mentions of sex. swearing. making out. super light smut. probably ooc. not proofread.

don’t like it? don’t read it.

tags: @ludupedia @butterfliesandivy @thankynext

natalie and you are dating! well, were dating.

your whole relationship kinda collapsed when she left the state for nationals. you kept asking to go with her to support her but she refused, telling you how lottie, a girl on her soccer teams parents couldn’t afford it. bullshit. you’ve seen the shit lottie rolls up to school in. prada, chanel, the whole works. they couldn’t afford one extra seat? yeah right.

the whole time natalie was away you tried calling her, calling the hotel she and the team were supposed to be staying at, only for a blatant receptionist to tell you there was no one saying there under the name, as she said it, annalee scatario, whoever that was.

she confessed to you when she came home that she and lottie had, to put it bluntly, fucked. jesus. it was a lot for your poor heart at the time. you two had been intimate before, you thought it was something you did. or maybe didn’t do. “was i not good enough? was she better? was there something else i could’ve done?” you asked pleadingly, your eyes watering. she just looked at you and shook her head, “it’s not that.”

you truly thought you and nat had a connection. true, you felt like that with every little crush you had since you were nine, but, she was your first relationship. your first love. your first what you thought was love.

it was hard for you to get over her, of course, having to see her almost every day in your classes. having to sit beside her in classes, damned with an ‘S’ lastname.

she’d glance at you during class and, the odd time, she’d try to talk to you. “hey, look. i’m sorry for… what i did. are we cool?” you’d just look back at her and tense your jaw, that’ll show her.

you started seeing more of lottie and nat together and it made you boil with anger- no. jealousy. that’s what it was.

your whole life wasn’t great. you grew up in the same trailer park as natalie, and that’s how you got to know each other. your mom wasn’t around all that much, working multiple jobs to support you and your siblings and your dad wasn’t in the picture. she’d listen to you when you had to complain and you’d do the same for her. you cried in each others arms some nights. connection.

but, lottie? what was she to cry about? she had parents, both parents, drowning in money, choking on their wealth. she was pretty and got good grades, she played soccer. everything in her life was perfect, you thought. they should just have each other, the princess and the stable boy.

after the initial shock of the breakup, you started to pick yourself up again. instead of staying focused in class, you’d skip class, just how you always did with nat. you waltzed into the bathroom, backpack on your bag and leaped into one of the stalls, glad to be almost back to your regular self.

you threw yourself onto the toilet with a sigh, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from the front pocket of your backpack that was perched on your knee. you took out a cig and lit it, putting it to your lips.

just as you were about to take a puff, two pairs of shoes stomped into the stall next to you. “god, natalie. why didn’t you tell me you two were serious?” oh my god, it’s lottie. is she.. talking about you? you heard a sigh and a chuckle. okay, that’s natalie. lottie and nat. they’re both talking about you. right next to you.

“lottie,” natalie drawled, “we’re over now. she doesn’t matter,” she chuckled out. rude. lottie sounded as if she was about to cry, “i’m a home wrecker, natalie. oh my god! i wouldn’t have even came into your room if i had have known.”

you couldn’t begin to believe what you were hearing. lottie was.. being kind? to you of all people? wow.

“lottie! we’re not together anymore, yeah? you don’t need to worry about her, i’m sure she’s already fucking someone else,” natalie reassured her, chuckling. what the fuck? already fucking someone else? that’s not very ‘i feel like i can only be myself around you’ of her. not very ‘i only want you’ of her.

you raised the cig to your lips and took a puff, feeling yourself become genuinely interested in what the pair had to say about you.

you could practically hear lottie roll her eyes before she stormed out of the bathroom. you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, as well as an earth shaking cough. unfortunately for you, natalie heard it.

“who’s in there?” she called out. you kept your mouth shut, barely breathing. she continued, “if you know who.. we were talking about, don’t tell her. please.” you allowed your voice to go as deep as it could and spoke loudly, “yes! i have no idea who you are talking about! good luck with that though. ha! women, am i right!” natalie chuckled awkwardly, “ha, yeah..”

she left the bathroom and you felt yourself tear up slightly. already fucking someone else. who does she think you are? you wiped your tears and took a deep breath, finishing off your cigarette.

a few weeks after that.. interaction, you noticed lottie and natalie hanging out a lot less than before. they wouldn’t even sit next to each other at lunch. yeah, okay, granted nat did skip lunch every other day to go bum cigarettes from the other goths in school. but, you’d seen them together at lunch often. sitting opposite each other and giggling, it made you sick.

but now, lucky for you, they were hanging out less. which in all honesty made you jump up and down and shoot your fist in the air.

you thought that maybe they broke up? if you’d even call it that. a fuck up? basically, they stopped hanging out and only really talked when they needed to. for example; whilst playing soccer or if they were partners on an assignment.

you noticed lottie becoming a lot more like you knew her before. she was back to that popular pretty rich girl and less like the girl who was trying to defend you in the bathroom. you were fine with it, you never cared for her much. but natalie on the other hand, she was a mess.

i mean, going through two break ups in the same.. what? month? must be rough. you felt bad for her, just a little. even after what she said in the bathroom. maybe it was her way of coping? making jokes of everything. that’s what she normally did anyway. but you knew what she actually felt on the inside.

you both used to walk home together after school, you’d wait for her after practice after you finished study. now, you two stood on opposite side of the street, natalie giving you glances every few steps.

finally getting back home, you knocked on your door, “dipshit! open the door!” dipshit was a common name you used for your siblings. you could hear one of them groan and stumble over to the door, pulling it open, “hello.” “hi,” you greeted, shoving your way into the trailer. natalie took one last look at you before she walked into her home.

natalie had been planning this for days. trying to work it out in her head how she would make it up to you. she regretted, deeply, sleeping with lottie. she did love you, she did, she just got caught up in the moment, apparently. then it all fell apart with lottie and now it was her turn to be sad.

what was her plan exactly? okay. so, it wasn’t clear to her. she knew what she was supposed to do, go knock at your door, apologise and get back together. she knew you would never agree though.

you walked into your cramped bedroom and flung yourself onto your bed with a sigh. homework. you took out your papers from the day, a pen and got to work.

about an hour or so of doing homework, you finally finished and it was already dark outside. you got up from your bed and decided it was time to change it something more comfortable. you threw on a pair of pyjamas pants and a Hello Kitty shirt.

your stomach growled as you exited your bedroom, your sibling was sprawled out on the couch, playing a video game, “hey, we’re gonna head out in a while. tell mom we’re staying at a friends house, cool?” you nodded, walking over to the small kitchen, “don’t drink too much. mom worries for you guys.” they waved you off dismissively, switching through tv channels.

you popped some bread in the toaster and waited for it to toast. you buttered it once it was ready and jumped onto the couch next to your sibling, “anything good on?” you asked them through bites. they shook their head and handed you the remote, “nah. i’m heading out anyway.” so quickly? alright. “oh, okay. have fun,” you said with a shrug as they got up and left.

you searched through the channels on your tv, with nothing interesting. you finished the last bite of your toast and tossed the remote onto the coffee table.

there was a knock on the door, you sighed and got up. “who is it?” you called out, walking over to the door. no reply. you rolled your eyes and swung the door open, it was natalie.

she looked up at you as she fidgeted with her fingers, “hi,” she said quietly. you sucked in a breath, “hi. what do you want?” she cleared her throat, “uh, i wanted to talk to you. about us.” “about what? what about us? there is no us. you know that, you knew that after you and lottie..” you huffed, rubbing the bridge of your nose,

“what happened between you two anyway? you just stopped hanging out all of a sudden, did lottie feel guilty or something?” you asked her, knowing the answer. she shook her head, “it’s.. complicated. can i come in?”

you opened the door for her to enter, albeit reluctantly, “fine.” she gave a small nod and walked in, making a beeline to your bedroom. “nat!” you called out, trying to stop her, “jesus christ,” you sighed in defeat.

you followed her into your bedroom and shut the door behind you. natalie was laying face down on your bed, her head smooshed into your pillows. “natalie,” you gritted out, “get up.” the only response you got from her was a grumbled “why?”

she flipped herself over and stared at you at the door, “yeah, me and lottie aren’t.. talking anymore. she felt guilt after. she didn’t know that we were serious,” she admitted. your eyebrows knitted together in confusion, “what are you talking about? you slept with her because she didn’t know we were serious? you do realise you slept with her, too, don’t you? it wasn’t just her who did something wrong, natalie. you’re so full of shit.”

her expression softened, “i’m sorry. i- i really am. it wasn’t my idea, that’s why i said that. look, if it means anything, i was thinking of you the whole time.” you walked over to the bed and stood in front of were she was laying, “you were thinking of me, really? you didn’t think of anything else? not even.. i dunno, telling her you had a girlfriend?”

“i’m sorry!” she yelled, “i am, believe me, please.” she sat up, looking at you pleadingly. “natalie, i want to believe you, i do,” you took a shaky breath, “but i loved you. and you obviously didn’t care about us. but, now you do, because it’s not just lottie that feels guilty, it’s you, too.”

she stood up, her eyebrows furrowed and you knew what she was thinking. you shook your head, “we’re not doing this again.” “please.” was all she said before she crashed her lips into yours.

your body instantly reacted, a warmth spreading all over. a warmth that you haven’t felt since before she left. “i fucking missed you,” she grumbled, pulling you closer to her. “shut up,” you groaned pushing her back onto your bed. “i knew you missed me,” she said with a smirk, pulling you down onto her.

you moved her hair out of the way of her neck and began kissing down it as her fingers made their way through your hair, “fuckk,” she groaned out, “s’ nice..”

“you’re such a bitch,” you mumbled against her neck, “you know that, right? wouldn’t even be doin’ this if you hadn’t come over.” natalie chuckled at your words, tilting your head to look at her, “had a choice, didn’t you?” “fuck off,” you moaned, going back to kissing her neck.

she pulled your face back to hers and pushed her lips onto yours once again as you straddled her lap. “haven’t done this in a while,” she got out in between kisses. “i wonder why,” you muttered, a grin spreading across your face suddenly. “lay down,” you instructed her, and she did so. she looked up at you with a smirk, “why?” you shook your head as you tried to unbutton her jeans, but failed.

she sat up slightly and helped you taken them off before you threw them to the other side of the room. “where were we?” you questioned, kissing down her stomach lightly which caused her to groan, ‘c’monnn.” “patience, please.”

she threw her head back against your pillows with a sigh. “come on, nat, don’t give in so early,” you joked, squeezing her side gently.

gaining your composure once again, you snaked downwards to her thighs, pressing gentle, wet kisses onto her hot skin. “c’mon, seriously.” she groaned out once again. you looked up at her, feigning innocence, “what?” “stop fuckin’ around maybe?” you hummed thoughtfully at her suggestion, your lips still on her skin, then shook your head.

“nah, i don’t think so,” you answered. you heard a sound of.. rattling from the front door. someone was trying to get in. fuck.

you instantly shot up and looked down at natalie with panicked eyes, “if it’s my mom, she’ll kill us both.” “oh, shit,” she said, looking almost as panicked as you and shoved herself under your covers, covering her lower half.

you got up and left the bedroom to go open the door. it was your sibling, “forgot my keys,” they explained. oh. “oh, yeah, okay,” you opened the door and let them in. they noticed you looked a bit panicked and asked “you okay?” you just nodded, walking back over to your bedroom.

they walked over with you quietly and peeped their head inside, “is that natalie? i didn’t know you two were back together,” they said, punching you in the shoulder playfully. you turned back to them, rolling your eyes, “we’re not.”

natalie nodded to your words, “yeah, we’re not back together. yet.”

[miniwheat77]

Anger. (141 x Reader.)

!cheating, violence, blood, guns, military talk, 141 is there for reader during hardship. NO MINORS!

*not edited*

Your hands shake violently as you sit on your couch.

You’re waiting for him to come home, you’ve got every bit of proof you need sitting in front of you.

You hear his car pull in the driveway, and you gather everything off of the table. Holding it in your hands. You hear his car beep as he locks it. The door opens and he steps inside, freezing when he sees you sitting there. The TV is off which is unusual. “Uh.. hey.” He says, confused.

“Come sit down.” You entwine your fingers together, resting your elbows on your knees. “Is.. everything okay?”

“Just sit down.” You sigh. You’re surprised when he listens. He sits down in the chair off to your right. You slide the hoop earrings from beside you and lay them out on the coffee table in front of you. “Who’s are those?” You ask. “I think they’re my sisters.”

You nod your head. Standing up. “Than I suppose these are hers too?” You raise the panties up, setting them down near the hoops. He stands up too. He knows he’s caught by this point, but hopes he can still weasel his way out of this. “Cause that’s pretty weird. But I’d get it, if I hadn’t found this too.” You throw down the burner phone. The one he’d been using to contact other women while you’ve been out on deployment. He’d been meeting up with random women for months now.

He’s quiet. “Y/N. Listen to me-“ he makes a move to touch you. You raise your shirt up, flashing him the pistol that lies in your waistband. “You come near me and I swear to god I’ll shoot you.” He takes a deep breath. Stepping back.

“Get out.” You cross your arms.

“Y/N. No. We need to talk about this!”

“There is absolutely nothing to talk about. I’m gonna get out of the lease, I’m moving out. Your name isn’t on it anyways, so get your shit and go. You have 10 minutes.” You sit down. He looks down. Knowing there’s nothing he can do to fix it. He gathers all of his stuff which isn’t much and as he’s passing the couch, he tries to start but you don’t acknowledge him.

The door opens and a girl walks inside, and you can feel the rage starting to boil inside you. “Who is that?” You turn to him. “Why do you care?” She makes her way inside closer, seemingly to help him carry his stuff out. “Looks like I’m your replacement.” She smiles. “Oh yeah? You’re proud of being a home wrecker?” You stand up. He can see you’re getting stiff, taking a step closer with your fists balled at your sides. A clear sign that if she doesn’t back off she’s going to leave in an ambulance. “Hey, come on. Don’t.” He tugs her back. “Nah, she’s stupid.”

“Oh, I’m stupid.” You laugh. “I’m not fighting over a cheater, he’s all fucking yours sweetheart.” You laugh.

“But you better remember who’s house you’re in.” You stand tall. “I don’t care.” She moves closer, getting into your face. Her nose is nearly touching yours.

“Hey! I said don’t!” He goes to pull her back. That’s when she takes a swing at you.

She hits you right in the nose and you take a step back, holding onto it. You can feel it starting to drip down your face. You wipe it off, seeing the blood on your hands. The hair on your body stands up. Maybe it’s what you’ve seen in the military triggering you. But she’s a threat. And threats get neutralized.

You lunge at her, taking a swing.

Training in the military means you pack a punch. You knock her back onto the ground and climb on top of her. You get a few good hits in, deciding you were done. You stand up, giving her a good kick to the ribs before drawing your pistol from your waistband and pointing it at your now ex-boyfriend. “You’re fucking stupid for bringing her here.” His hands are raised up in surrender.

He’s genuinely scared that you’re going to shoot him. “Get her and all of your shit. And if I hear one word, one fucking thing. You’ll both leave here in body bags.” You point the gun at her. Seeing tears start to stream from her eyes. “GO!” You scream. They both scramble, picking up his bags and leaving. You pace back and fourth, setting your gun down on the coffee table. You turn to the side. Taking a deep breath. You’ve trained to be in stressful situations. You kill people and watch innocent people die every day and you can’t take this.

You swipe everything off of the shelf by your tv. Destroying any and everything in your wake in your fit of rage. Your knuckles are bloodied and you’re sure you’ve got glass in them from the tv by the time you’re done. You slide your gun back into your waistband and hurry outside. Lifting your phone up. Your hands shake violently as you look for your captains contact. He would know what to do. He always did.

“Y/N?” He asks. “Hey.”

“What’s going on? Is everything okay?” He asks.

“Uh.. well.” You laugh. Holding back the pain that seeps through your every pore. “Not really. Is it okay if I come back to base? I won’t need that week off after all.”

“I’ll see you in 10 sergeant.” He sighs. He could hear the pain in your voice. You can’t hide it from someone like him.

“Everything okay?”

The other 4 members of the task force sit around the oak table in the conference room. “No. Something happened. She’s on her way back to base.”

“Shit. I hope she’s okay.”

“She’s fine. She’s a fucking brick wall. Probably just that scumbag she’s with.”

You don’t think to clean up. Your upper lip and around your mouth have blood around it from the hit you took. Your knuckles are busted and bruised. You’re sure you look like shit. You speed to the base, you shouldn’t but you needed to get there. The only people you could even handle anymore are them. Your family. The only family you’ve ever had that give a shit about you.

After identifying yourself on base, you pull into the parking lot. Parking where you usually do. Next to Johnny’s truck. You lock your car up and make your way inside. You don’t know what awaits you. You don’t know what they’ll say or if you can even keep it together.

“Hey.” A voice drags you out of your thoughts. It’s Laswell.

“They’re waiting for you in the conference room sweetheart.” She smiles sympathetically. “Thank you Kate.” You smile. Your heart aches in your chest.

She would talk more, but she knows who you’re after. Your bothers.

You open the door and step inside, closing it behind yourself. “Shit- you okay?” Gaz stands up immediately. Soap follows suit. “Yeah, I’m alright.”

Price beats him to it and he steps closer, tilting your face to get a good look at your nose. “It’s not broken but it’s gonna hurt like a son of a bitch for a while.” He mumbles. “Did he do this?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“Start talking.” He pushes you further up with his hand in your lower back. Helping you sit down in a chair. You sigh. He disappears out the door for a second, coming back with a washcloth. He washes the blood from your nose first, moving to your knuckles. It takes you a few minutes before you can talk without breaking down.

“I.. got home before he did. Found a phone on my coffee table.” You sigh. “It was.. a burner phone. He’d been using it for the last few months to meet up with other women online.” You look down. “Jesus.” Soap mumbles.

“Asshole.” Gaz groans.

“Prick from the start.” Ghost rolls his eyes.

All of their commentary makes you laugh. “I told him to pack his shit. He had a girl come help him move his shit and she sucker punched me. So I.. I guess I blacked out. I was on top of her, got a couple hits in. And than I-“ you freeze up, “I just told them to leave and they left.” You flinch slightly as he picks a piece of glass from your knuckle. “But.. maybe it’d be a good idea that someone keeps this for a couple days.” You tug your gun from your waistband, setting it down on the table.

Soap laughs. “I’ll keep it safe for ya lass.” He slides it closer to him. “Why do you say that?”

“Ah, it’s how I made em leave.” You mumble, looking down. Captain Price nods his head.

He nods his head to the door. “Boys, a minute?” He asks. The three of them stand up. Each patting you on the shoulder as they exit.

John licks his lips, he’s got your knuckles cleaned up. They need some bandaging but you’ll be alright. “You gonna be okay?” He asks. You nod your head. “Yeah, I’ll be alright.” You look down at your hands. “I’m gonna have to stop myself and the others. To not go track him down and disappear him.” He laughs. “I wouldn’t stop you.” You laugh. “Things haven’t been good. Obviously. I took a week off to see if we’d be able to work things out. Take some time to work on our stupid relationship and that backfired like a motherfucker.” You laugh. John shakes his head. “I hate to break it to you.. but that’s why none of us are in a relationship. Relationships and the military just don’t mix. I think just about every single one of us have been in your situation.” He sighs. You nod your head. “I think I’ve learned my lesson.” You laugh.

The room settles into a comfortable silence.

You break it.

“Something weird happened to me.” You mumble.

“Hm?”

“When she hit me, my nose started bleeding. And I wiped it off. When I seen I had blood on my hands.. my brain just got foggy. And I blacked out. Couldn’t control myself.” You look confused.

“It’s probably just the aftermath of our last mission. It was a pretty tough one on all of us. You know?” You nod your head. “It’s hard to adjust back to the real world when you’ve been out on the battlefield. You know how it goes. You’ll be alright though. The strongest girl I know.” He rests his hand on your knee. “Thank you Captain.”

“Hey, this is 141 we’re talking about. We got you, nothing to worry about. And this hardship, it’ll pass. Just like it always does. Your wounds will heal. Physical and Mental. You’ll be alright.” You nod your head. “I think you should get some rest for now, sweetheart. Get those bandaged up and head on to your room.” He pats your thigh. You smile, standing up. “Bloody knuckles and a broken heart aren’t good enough to get out of drills either, see you in the morning.”

“6am sharp Captain.”

“Good girl.”

[thebestofoneshots]

as promised it’s DEEP DIVE TIME BABY!!!

chapter 29 here’s my thoughts and things i noticed!!

first things first I WAS MENTIONED AGAIN!!! love to know i’m just roaming about in this universe fucking around. love how i was warned tho very nice!

i loved that when remus saw reader he immediately went “oh thank god HERE!!” like he trusts her skills enough to know that if anyone could do it it’s her like the whole “if anyone can do it,it’s you luv” LIKE OK I SEE YOU WITH THE NICKNAMES 🤭 but the trust not only remus but peter has in reader shows how their relationship has grown since they’ve met and i think it’s so cute how quickly she was accepted into the group!

also PETER HAS A DATE?!?? MY BABY!! (specifically your peter tho i only like your peter) I CANT WAIT TO FIND OUT HOW THE DATE WENT AND WHO IT WAS WITH!!!

AND READER BEING SEEKER FOR THE NEXT MATCH?!??? OH I CANT WAIT FOR THAT!! I CAN SEE THE TENSION AND EXCITEMENT THATS GONNA BE IN THE CHAPTER!! I KNOW READER IS GONNA PULL THROUGH AND FUCK EVERYONE OVER!! (barty and evan cough cough)

and reader having survivors guilt? she’s so me i hate watching people get hurt when i could have stopped it or tried to help! idk maybe it has something to do with me hating the feeling of being weak. like as a woman it’s hard to be seen as strong and competent so having men fight your battles against other men never feels as satisfying as the woman beating HIS ASS TO OBLIVION!!!

anyways! reader being selfless as always taking the punishment so james can have his little date with lily. love her with everything i have.

but remus offering to take james spot instead of reader but when sirius asks for remus to take his spot he flat out just goes “hell nah” his love language for both reader and sirius are so different yet so similar? like you can tell remus and sirius are obviously closer and so remus has no problem denying a request from him. but with reader he’s just met her and hasn’t figured out the boundaries of their relationship yet (friendships are still relationships) like how far he can go to tease her or what she’s comfortable with and not. don’t get me wrong for the amount of time they have known each other remus knows a LOT about her like mannerisms and her thought process but there’s still more for him to learn! like just how far she’s willing to go! (i have no idea if any of that made sense i’m sorry)

DIFFERENT TOPIC!!! READER FLIRTING WITH REMUS!!! even if it was as james i need more of reader teasing or like “jokingly” flirting with remus!!! please on my knees!!! honestly tho i do feel like reader teasing remus about the blindfold and him being “kinky” shows how comfortable she’s getting with him! like it took her awhile to get like that with sirius but once she started she never stoped and i want to see more of these with her and rem.

also reader wearing boxers? homegirl stays prepared! i swear she’s literally so smart! and clever i will never shut up about it. like the way she thinks ahead has saved her in so many different situations! clever little fox 🥰

love love love reader getting jealous with the thought of sirius flirting with other girls! (i think she should show him why that’s a terrible idea WHAT?!?? WHO SAID THAT?!???)

i loved how the “there isn’t any man’s work that i cannot do.” came to bite her in the ass so quickly. can’t even blame her men’s public restrooms are foul. what do they do in there?!?!!

reader as james calling mcgonagall minnie had me crying oh i know she was embarrassed (it’s ok tho because i would want to call her minnie too 😔)

I NEED MORE OF READER BEING INTIMIDATING!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!! i live for intimidating reader! i eat that shit up! love to see men cower to a powerful woman!!! RAAAHHHH WOMEN!!!!

the whole random chick asking sirius to go to hogsmeade as if he doesn’t already have a girlfriend is crazy! like how are you gonna try and be a home wrecker??? the audacity to yell at james/reader i would be mad for james to because how do you have all of that attitude? like damn.

but i want to say this i know sirius and remus are gonna get together but i feel like right now their relationship is screaming “remus lupin wouldn’t mind liking boys if it didn’t mean liking sirius black. sirius black wouldn’t mind liking remus lupin if it didn’t mean liking a boy.” ya know? i thought of that when sirius was having his little sexuality crisis with reader being a boy

can i say this enough? MORE REMUS SIRIUS AND READER INTERACTIONS!!! i need them! i need remus and reader teaming up antagonist sirius! i need remus and reader having this wordless communication! i need reader and sirius to spend more time with remus! i need more remus freaking out over sirius! i need more of them together! I NEEEEDDD ITTTT

can’t stop thinking about how remus noticed reader was turning back and tried to stop her from getting hurt. how closely he was paying attention in order to notice that in the first place. how i can imagine him just admiring reader and sirius and noticing readers demeanor change slightly just enough for him to realize the potions effects were disappearing. yeah. can’t stop thinking about it.

gonna go to bed tonight dreaming i’m laying in bed with sirius and listening to remus read me the godfather. we all just cuddle together in a mess of limbs while remus’ voice lulls us to sleep. yeah….gonna dream about that.

ok that was my thoughts on this chapter. lord is it long? probably im sorry 😭 i can’t wait for the next chapter!!! literally in love with your writing! like i want it tattooed in my brain.

OK IM GONE!!!

Right? Peter is such a weird character bc we know what's gonna happen to him in the future and we know what he's supposed to do, but I still felt it necessary to flesh him out? Especially if Sirius eventually suggests using him as a secret keeper instead because let's be honest, they must have trusted him heavily to make that happen and it was really important for me to let that be seen. How much did he change due to his cowardice?

Remus and nicknames are a thing, he's always using them on her, but I bet he's gonna use them even further as time goes by and they become closer o each other. Who knows? He might start teasing him just as much as she teases him.

AND READER BEING SEEKER FOR THE NEXT MATCH?!??? OH I CANT WAIT FOR THAT!! I CAN SEE THE TENSION AND EXCITEMENT THATS GONNA BE IN THE CHAPTER!! I KNOW READER IS GONNA PULL THROUGH AND FUCK EVERYONE OVER!! (barty and evan cough cough)

I freaking love your excitement! And there's definitely going to be something very interesting happening in Chapter 30. Remember who's the Slytherin Seeker.

but remus offering to take james spot instead of reader but when sirius asks for remus to take his spot he flat out just goes “hell nah” his love language for both reader and sirius are so different yet so similar? like you can tell remus and sirius are obviously closer and so remus has no problem denying a request from him. but with reader he’s just met her and hasn’t figured out the boundaries of their relationship yet (friendships are still relationships) like how far he can go to tease her or what she’s comfortable with and not. don’t get me wrong for the amount of time they have known each other remus knows a LOT about her like mannerisms and her thought process but there’s still more for him to learn! like just how far she’s willing to go! (i have no idea if any of that made sense i’m sorry)

It 100% makes sense! Remus still has a lot to learn about her and it's part of the beauty of it. The realisticness of their relationship developing lays heavily on this, especially on those occasions in which Remus notices shit Sirius doesn't and at other times, he sees things that Vixen doesn't know about Sirius, bc he's known him for longer.

Like in this case, he's offering to help because he knows Vixen's arm is hurt and still feels guilty because of it, he doesn't want her to overwork. Meanwhile, with Sirius, he knows he's more than fine, and that he's just trying to get away from it by using his charm like he always does, which is why he flat-out refuses. Remus fell for Sirius' winning smile enough times in his first and second year, and our poor boy didn't even know why he wanted to help Sirius with his homework so much.

i loved how the “there isn’t any man’s work that i cannot do.” came to bite her in the ass so quickly. can’t even blame her men’s public restrooms are foul. what do they do in there?!?!!

I loved doing this because she really was all "Don't underestimate me, I can do anything a man can," and then they throw her in the dirty loo and she's like "I fucked up." This would soooo happen to me. I LOOOVE strong independent woman, if you haven't noticed, I always try to have her keep that personality with her. In fact, one of her character faults is that she struggles to accept help from others because she too, doesn't like being perceived as weak. And sometimes it's hard to understand that, needing help on some things isn't a weakness, but rather inherently human.

but i want to say this i know sirius and remus are gonna get together but i feel like right now their relationship is screaming “remus lupin wouldn’t mind liking boys if it didn’t mean liking sirius black. sirius black wouldn’t mind liking remus lupin if it didn’t mean liking a boy.” ya know? i thought of that when sirius was having his little sexuality crisis with reader being a boy

This really is them in every universe. And regarding Zia, I wanted to put her in there because well, the subject of adding Remus is already delicate enough. And that thin line between the three being in love with each other and cheating, is something I wanted to explore further. There will be no cheating on GC because I do not condone that at all and I value honesty above all, but I thought adding that bit of contrast in there was important.

Also just a mini reminder of what a hot shot Sirius is bc hot damn he's a total catch!

can’t stop thinking about how remus noticed reader was turning back and tried to stop her from getting hurt. how closely he was paying attention in order to notice that in the first place. how i can imagine him just admiring reader and sirius and noticing readers demeanor change slightly just enough for him to realize the potions effects were disappearing. yeah. can’t stop thinking about it.

My man's so in love it borderlines on obsession and it's hard bc good god he's in love with his two best friends who are also dating each other, how much more miserable must he be?

gonna go to bed tonight dreaming i’m laying in bed with sirius and listening to remus read me the godfather. we all just cuddle together in a mess of limbs while remus’ voice lulls us to sleep. yeah….gonna dream about that.

Dear lord, I also wish I could have Rem read to me asleep! He's just so sweet and soft and I feel like he would do narrations masterfully! Sidenote: Audible has a version of "The Portrait of Dorian Grey" narrated by Ben Barnes and it's the loveliest thing in the world, sometimes I go to bed and pretend it's Sirius reading to me.

I LOOOOOVE your analysis, you don't understand how much! Truly, they give me a whole week's highlight! They're so much fun to read and see how you dissect things that are deep within my brain. Things that happen in the story that I hadn't even gone into such depth but somehow knew? It's soooo cool because it lets me know how much of the story us coming across like I wanted it to come across and it really, truly, brings me joy. You always make me all blushie (இ﹏இ)/♡

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Oyuba’din - Chapter 13: Hostage

Summary: The Bad Batch executes a plan while on shore leave.

Warnings: drunkenness, bad decision time™, attempted “kidnapping” jk lmao but like sorta if you squint real hard and tilt your head a little

Author’s Note: drunk Hunter is the most ridiculous character I’ve ever written and I love him so much.

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“Jaine, you have to tell me who this fine specimen of a man is!” Sinya gushed, brushing a lek from her shoulder.

“Sinya!” Jaine hissed.

Argus put a hand up. “I’m right here,” she grumbled.

“Jainey, who’re them?” Hunter slurred, his brow furrowed. “They dun look like good comp’ny.”

“They’re my friends,” Jaine said through gritted teeth. I’m not drunk enough for this, she thought as she grabbed Hunter's arm and led him away from the table.

“Hey, no need to be s’pushy,” he protested.

“Hunter, I’m going to ask you this one time and one time only,” she steamed. “What the hell is wrong with you? You interrupt my night out with my friends who you immediately insulted, you’re absolutely wasted-”

Hunter shushed her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders in a tight hug. “‘Ts okay, Jainey. Wer gonna get ya back to the barracks when m’brothers find me.”

“Hunter,” she growled. “Let go of me!”

She struggled against him, but it was no use as he lifted her up over his shoulder, her dress riding up uncomfortably.

“‘Mon, Jainey. Back to th’ barracks.”

“Hunter, I swear to the gods above and below if you don’t put me down right this instant!” she shouted, slamming her hands against his back.

“Oh, maker,” Echo groaned as Hunter approached him with a fuming medic over his shoulder.

“‘Mon, Ech, wer goin’ home,” he smiled, ignoring the squirming Jaine on his shoulder.

“Kriff, are you okay, Jainey?” Echo asked.

“Echo, get me down from here!”

Echo tried, but Hunter was stronger than him. He fought against the poor woman being removed from his back, ultimately shaking Echo off entirely, and sprinting out of the back door into a small alley.

“Hunter, I’m going to fucking kill you!” she raged.

The door came crashing open, the rest of the Bad Batch came pouring out, taking in the sight before them.

“Bad Batch,” Tech whispered loudly to them. “R&R Plan 7A; the Hostage.”

The rest of the Batch nodded, moving quickly, Crosshair walking over to simply talk to Hunter about anything other than Jaine, while Echo and Wrecker worked on extracting her from his arms. Tech, well, he’d make sure Jaine was alright after, and likely help Crosshair restrain Hunter, but for now, and since Hunter had approached Jaine’s table, he was recording.

“Hunter, remember how you used to tell us the legend you heard about the aiwhas? How’d that go again?” Crosshair asked.

Hunter’s eyes sparkled as he began to tell Crosshair for probably the two hundredth time in their lives about the aiwhas on Kamino.

As he spoke, he used his hands to mimic the motion of the creatures, and so his tight grip on Jaine began to loosen.

Echo and Wrecker nodded at each other, a silent countdown until they’d yank Jaine away from Hunter.

“Hang on, Jainey,” Wrecker whispered. “Might get a little bumpy.”

A moment later Echo grabbed onto Hunter and Wrecker pulled Jaine away, and Crosshair immediately twisted Hunter’s arm behind his back.

“Easy, brother,” Crosshair soothed. “I think it’s time we got you to bed.”

Wrecker placed Jaine back on the ground and she smoothed her dress out, yanking it back down as far as it would go.

“Are you alright?” Tech asked nervously, appearing at her side.

Jaine didn’t reply. She was seething.

“Hunter, don’t you have something you think you should say to Jaine?” Echo prodded as Crosshair faced the sergeant in her direction.

Jaine’s glare at the concrete didn’t rise to meet his pouty-looking face.

“‘M sorry, Jainey,” he whined, but it was obvious that he was beginning to lose consciousness, starting to slump forward in Crosshair’s grip.

“We’ll get a taxi,” Tech sighed, giving a quick nod to Jaine, and pulling the rest of his brothers with him.

Echo, however, remained still. His eyes were on her, despite the fact that she was glaring holes into the pavement in front of her.

“Jaine?” he asked, cautiously. “Are you okay?”

Jaine could feel the moment her anger broke.

“Am I okay? Are you serious, Echo?” she seethed.

“I’m sorry. When he drinks it’s hard to predict how drunk he’ll actually get. One minute he’s fine, the next-”

“He’s kidnapping women who are already pissed at him and dragging them away against their will?” she snapped. “I mean really, I leave you all alone for one night and you’re out getting drunk and going banthashit insane? What if I wasn’t there, huh?”

“I know.”

“What if he’d picked up someone else and began to carry them away?”

“I know.”

“Kriffing hells, Echo. He could be decommissioned for that! All of you could!”

“I know, Jaine!” Echo burst. “I know, but like I said he changes from minute to minute and I know that it’s not an excuse, but we’re all at least a little buzzed and not on top of our game. I was supposed to be babysitting him, but I let him get away from me, okay? So, if you’re going to be mad at anyone now, be mad at me, because I don’t think Hunter can take anymore of it!”

Jaine stood in a stunned silence. It took a lot to make Echo snap like that, but Hunter can’t take more of her anger? Cool, calm, collected Hunter?

“Echo,” she mumbled. “What are you talking about?”

“He blames himself for you leaving-”

“Maybe he should,” Jaine bristled.

“He knows he hurt you and he feels terrible,” Echo explained, leaving out how Hunter was literally crying, for his sake.

Jaine took a deep breath. “Echo, I know he’s your brother and you’re just trying to help, but if Hunter is the one that’s sorry, Hunter is the one who should apologize.”

“I know, but I’m sorry, too,” Echo mumbled sadly.

“What?”

“It’s just - well, everything happened after that nightmare and I guess I feel like maybe all of it’s my fault.”

Jaine’s irritation started to cool, her eyes watching the ARC trooper carefully.

“If I didn’t have that nightmare, if I didn’t make you stay with me, Hunter wouldn’t have gotten upset and you wouldn’t be leaving.”

“Echo-”

“Echo, ya comin’?” Wrecker bellowed, rounding the corner. He noticed Jaine was still there and smiled. “Need a ride, Jainey?”

“Thanks, Wrecker,” she smiled, jumping in before Echo could continue. “But I’m going to head back in with my friends. Have a good night, Wreck.”

As she turned to leave, she placed a hand on the right side of Echo’s chest. “Goodnight, Echo.”

He watched her walk back into the bar, frozen to the spot. He could almost feel the warmth of her palm against his chest, and felt the heat of it run straight to his cheeks. The placement of her hand just then reminded him of his old ARC armor. Thoughts of his captain, and ultimately his twin, flooded his brain, the three of them swirling around in a hurricane of affection.

“Echo?” Wrecker called again, breaking him from his own head.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”

-

“Jaine! There you are!” Sinya shouted across the club, clearly leaving poor Argus hanging for a kiss. “Hey, where’d your boyfriend go?”

“Again, not my boyfriend, Sinya,” she said, rolling her eyes as she plopped down into the booth.

“Oh, why not? He’s so hot,” Sinya whined.

“Still here,” Argus groaned, feigning offense.

“Oh, it’s okay, honey, you have very similar faces,” Sinya giggled with a wink, earning more eye rolls. “Anyway, Jaine, you have to grab that man up, before someone else does.”

“Gods, Sinya,” Jaine growled. “For the last time, I’m not grabbing anyone up! They were my squad and I can’t be interested in any of them.”

Sinya looked at her, her eyes a little hurt by the tone, but nodded, becoming uncharacteristically quiet. Argus scowled at her.

“I’m sorry,” she sighed. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”

Sinya smiled a little and shrugged. “I shouldn’t have pushed your buttons like that.”

The women looked at each other for a moment before wrapping each other in a tight hug.

“Aww, you know I can’t stay mad at you,” Sinya smiled.

“I will never understand your relationship,” Argus laughed, shaking his head.

-

When Hunter woke up, he was amazed at just how shitty he felt. Of course, he had gotten drunk before, he’d even been plastered a few times, but this morning-after felt worse.

“Oh, good, you’re still alive,” a monotone voice said with an obvious edge of irritation mixed in it. Hunter almost didn’t recognize the voice, it was so icy.

He started to open his eyes, the harsh lights of their barracks on Coruscant hitting his overly sensitive eyes. “Jaine?” he asked.

“You’re a fucking idiot.”

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I want to kiss her so baddddddd

We were smoking today and we kept blowing smoke in each other’s faces and we were so close I swear to god I could’ve just kissed her

I didn’t tho because I’m not a home wrecker

But oh my god

I’m losing it

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hehe you're so cute pls i giggled at your response

i did get good sleep ! though not enough but i gotta wake up early anyway to do adult things booo. how about you? how was your sleep?

OMGG yoongi and jk :') good choices gosh i love them, yoongi has always been a bias wrecker my goodness, he's gonna be the end of me esp recently......phew. but my bts biases are v and jimin, 95 line has me in a chokehold LORD. it was just jimin and then tae came for my throat during love yourself tear era with the dark hair and singularity.... just...yeah yeah yeah.. AWW DK ! i wanna be his bestie so bad he'd be so fun, and MINGYU pls he's such a dork, i'd fight him (said with fondness and affection) i think it's cause he's an aries man.. LMFAO but i love him i swear. for svt bias, it's s.coups, god the Man he is. pls its not FAIR. and recenlty dino has joined too with my finally accepting woozi as a bias wrecker too AND VERNON TOO LIKE WTF HE CAME OUT OF NOWHERE FOR ME. gosh they're all soosfdlk wow

AHHH that makes me so happy to hear you're energized hehe, it always feels good to get back into writing. like even rp for me, it makes me happy to have the creative juice (and time) to do it again cus i really enjoy it.

-- samu mod

PLS!! keep complimenting me and i will start !! idk … idk what will happen but something will!!! thank you <3 im happy i made u laugh (wink wink)

yayayay!! i’m glad you did, i did!!! i’m cursing everything that’s making u have to get up early :T adult things are no fun and boring !!! i hate it :c

YESSS, i was so tempted to just drop so much money to go to one of his concerts but being a responsible adult i decided not to for the sake of my bank acc LMAO, i just sat at home and cried with his album playing in the background while i mournfully scrolled through twitter !! AND PLS… jimin n tae… YOU HAVE TASTE!! esp tae,,, sometimes he hits me like a freight train with how HANDSOME HE IS??? ur right singularity n ly era was truly unmatched for him.. thay harness he wore in the fake love mv decreased my lifespan by like 20 years i swear. and S.COUPS?? ur insane, i stay away from him (with much love) bc i know he’s !!! yea… he’s !!! (u get what i mean) like u said the MAN he is…. ur so right, they’re all so cute and can EASILY snatch up bias spots sooo easy!!

and thank you!!! like u said im happy you have time and inspo!!!! it’s always the best ,, it’s like seeing a very good friend you haven’t seen in a while!!!! hehehe

[ickybby]

“oh god, oh god,” she pants, her chant a prayer not to any higher power but to him. the only man she could bring herself to worship at the moment. not that’d she tell him without bitching and putting up a losing fight about it first. it's okay. she doesn't mind losing to ethan. something likely to happen sooner rather than later; her body is beyond reactive tonight. he squeezed her sensitive nipples between the pads of his fingers and sent another delicious wave of pleasure and pain crashing over her petite body. under his stimulation, it takes practically no time for her milk to let down. the liquid spills over his hands, quickly falling down the valley of her lean body under the force of his unrelenting thrusts to mix with the arousal coating her cunt and both of their thighs. she feels like a whore, looks like one too. anali finds the thought dizzying. the combined sensation of his hands groping engorged tits and his forceful thrusts striking the round curve of her ass is ardent. all-consuming as that familiar tension continued to build in her womb, leaving her thighs quivering with the tattletale signs anali was nearing release. she throws an arm back to lock around his neck, fingers gripping the hair at the base of his scalp. the new angle allows her to lean the arch of her back against his broad chest. it's a slight shift, but one that leaves her completely at the whim of whatever rhythm or depth he feels like inflicting upon her. it's an exquisite sight, watching someone so well put together come undone at the seams. anali's barely succeeding at biting back her moans, barely coherent enough to process what he's even saying. yet, against her better judgment, she refuses to back down until there's no other choice. “absolutely, i do," a string of colorful spanish swear words temporarily cut her off. "— i like to think i’m above consequences.” sometimes she’s delusional enough to believe it, like when she became an accidental home wrecker overnight. sometimes (like tonight) she just likes to push boundaries and test her luck. ensure it still exists. ethan continues to bounce her on his cock like she's a doll built for his entertainment, manhandling her leaking tits before applying that familiar pressure against her neck once again. then he gives her that goddamn warning that threatens to push her off the edge of the climax she's teetering on. "'scuse you," she gasps with whatever air she can get "— don't fucking threaten me with a good time, ahh-hh i'm close, fuck i'm so close."

this was more up to his speed, the way he liked it. her attitude was hardly a turn off for him but rather something that lit the fire inside his body. he didn't want to just possess her and control her when she showed him her fiery rage, but wanted to keep it close to himself. only for him to enjoy and be enamoured by, and it was what drove his possessiveness for her tonight. what made him wrap his hand over her breasts, choke her with his arm, and feel the way the roughness of his cock shaped a bulge against her cunt. he watched as she reacted to the thrusts, the hard lines of it rolling in and out of her with brute strength. her words turned to jargon. he was no better as he moaned and grunted at her ear, rubbing his fingers over her wet and beautifully sloppy nipples.

as her body clenched around his thickness, trying to adjust to the size of him, and her wetness drooled over the bed, he pinched her nipples until a soft, thin liquid leaked from them. with a grin, he began to massage them and work up her muscles, humping her from behind as he went, muttering her name and feeling the satisfying burn of his own limbs. ''what you need is to be put down after that display.'' but he wasn't actually pissed off. he liked the show, her dramatics, the way people looked at them. ''you think you can talk like that and i won't —ah, i won't have words about it?'' another hard and punishing thrust. he squeezed her breasts, then moved his arm back to catch her throat with strictness. ''be careful how you talk to me. if i start liking it too much i'll put a baby in you.''

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how you start dating shuriri headcanons (+18)

fluff and a little smut!

i’m so utterly obsessed with these two and the possibilities of a romantic relationship with them so you know i had to write it; hope you enjoy! the +18 section is marked off with its own warnings

dividers by @firefly-graphics

reader is a shy, nerdy, black femme college junior who lives in chicago

inspired by chicago by michael jackson

riri spots you first, maybe she’s visiting home and there you go looking fine as fuck and she just has to say something

y’all get to flirting and you’re really feeling her but you can’t help but wonder why she looks so familiar.. you scrap it off and get her number so y’all can keep it contact

flash forward maybe two weeks and the fucking Queen of Wakanda decides to do a tour of the new building she provided for your school and oh lord does she look great but there she is!

riri is right beside her, holding her hand laughing and joking and now you get it

the girl you met was the queen’s girlfriend!

immediately you try to text riri and tell her you’re not looking for that type of relationship, that you’re not gonna break them up and riri needs to get her shit together and leave you alone until she does so

you get left on read and can’t help but feel bad, maybe you were too harsh? whatever it doesn’t matter you’re not a home wrecker of any kind so you leave it alone

that night you’re in your dorm just listening to music and there’s a knock, because of course there is and it’s none over than

shuri oh shit

you’re immediately stammering, already apologizing “i swear to god i had no clue yall was together like for real i knew i knew her but like not like that but oh my god, if you’re mad at me or anything just like make it quick and please just feed my cat back at home” you try to get it all out before she laughs

she’s laughing that gorgeous, bubbly laugh. you’re pleading for your life and she’s laughing

“you think i’m going to kill you because you’re flirting with my girlfriend? really?”

holy shit her accent is crazy sexy because of course it is up close but you try to stay grounded in your thoughts “umm yes?”

she smiles slyly at you “you’re very beautiful i can understand why she was”

your eyes widen and now you’re really confused because what the fuck? now shes flirting with you? after finding out you might’ve been the cause of any tension at home?

“uh i umm thank you i appreciate it uhh” “it’s okay, love, riri didn’t do anything wrong nor is anyone upset with you, alright?”

the confusion is apparent on your face, “so uhh what… what now?” you ask because you really don’t fucking know

shuri smiles again , “well her invite still stands if you wish to date her, of course,” WHAT?? “but you don’t have to, obviously. however if you’re interested in me i’m open as well,”

Literally what the fuck is happening right now

“but — but you guys are—“

“together? yes we are. and we both like you, y/n”

maybe you’ve fainted and gone to heaven, maybe you passed out and this is your final dream

the queen stands in your speechlessness “hey it’s alright if you’re not interested—“

you yell to cut her of “No!! No i’m very interested! i just — i jst wasn’t expecting it is all! i mean you both .. liking me oh my god” it’s really embarrassing how much heat you can feel is on your face

shuri raises any eyebrow, “what’s not to like? i feel offended, you judging my taste?” she smirks at you and you’re giggling

“no, no my queen i would never, i’m sorry” she smiles gently, “yeah, good. so, what do you say?”

it’s literally no other answer; “yes, i’d love to go out with you both”

it’s uphill from there; shuri takes you back to the fanciest hotel you’ve literally ever been in because when the fuck chicago get fancy hotels? and riri is waiting for you both at the door

“damn finally, i was starting to think you were fucking her with me, shit” she jokes and shuri laughs but you feel heat rise to your face and your lower end but you brush it off

“i told you i’d be back, we just talked, right, y/n?”

god your name sounds heavenly on her tongue, “yeah we just talked. and im sorry riri for just assuming you was gonna cheat on the queen of wakanda or anything, i was just..”

“confused, yeah i get it, no worries.” she looks you up and down, “so, you walking in here like you said yes so i can only assume..?”

you giggle and nod your head “yes yes i said yes,” and she fists bump and looks and shuri and smiles who says “now let’s talk”

y’all talk for about three hours that (thank god you ain’t got class tomorrow) and you ask a bunch of questions, most they were expecting

“so you literally told her about me the second you got home? damn i know i’m fine but that’s actually crazy” “okay yeah yeah, no need to get all big headed i was just excited and i knew shuri would like you too, next question!” and shuri mostly laughs

you plan your first date with both of them and then your first date with each of them separately while theyre still in chicago

the group date takes place at a fancy ass restaurant you have literally never heard of, and shuri buys your outfit while riri pays for dinner

(you quickly realize that they’re the spoiling type)

it was a lovely evening that ended in cheek kisses for and from the both of them

riri’s date comes first, as she did ask you out first initially and her home town is chicago so she wants to show you some stuff you didn’t even know about

y’all go to her favorite hideout burger joint that’s placed between two walls and a bank and she introduces you to the most unhealthy burger you’ve ever eaten in your entire life. you tell her about your move to chicago and how much you want to travel but still have grounds at home. you tell her about your classes and your major and she listens to you so intensely that you try to shy up at some parts.

you split a milkshake and then walk around her favorite mall talking and kissing softly as you get to know her after the date she suggests you guys “smoke off the rest of the day” and pulls a joint from god knows where

y’all go back to the hotel to get high while shuri is still out doing tours and walkabouts

you’ve smoked maybe once or twice for real for real so most of the night is you choking and riri laughing at you and handing water and then choking herself but all in all the two of you are giggling and talking

shuri comes back later that night and sighs before making you both go to bed and stop smoking. riri kisses your “huge ass forehead” (her words) goodnight and you sleep there in your date outfit.

shuri’s date happens three days later, two days before they have to leave. she takes you to an art museum one so huge that you’re sure most of was just fake paintings they made to fill in the space

y’all work around talk about your career goals and your life up until this point and a little of what you told riri the previous date. much like riri shuri is staring into you and listening like your preaching gospel and you get shy again before she encourages you some more

you eat at a seafood place that shuri booked all out just for you and the date so you guys could have some privacy “i don’t like people in my business” she states when you see the empty restaurant “the world nearly crumbled to pieces when it was revealed riri and i were together, and i can not doubt they would harass you as well.”

she’s too thoughtful you think and it makes you blush, “yeah that makes sense”

you talk some more before the night is over and she escorts you back to the hotel.

even though you know you’re rushing, the wine in your veins makes you bold and once youre back with both of them at the hotel, you blurt out “so how are we supposed to have sex?”

and it’s so embarrassing because you did not mean for that to sound the way it did, riri is laughing her ass off and shuri is staring at you incredulously

and you start rambling again “no wait , oh my god why did i say that? um i meant like, fuck, you know like y’all been together so y’all know each other but like me i don’t really get out out yknow? like i had like one girl i was messing with for real but she was just as inexperienced as i was so..”

riri is still dying on the floor and shuri chuckles before calming you down with her hands on your arms, rubbing up and down “calm down, alright? we can talk about that, right now if you want, but don’t stress out, understood?”

ahh she likes to be dominant. okay that’s cool “yeah yeah, i get it, totally” you mumble out

riri sighs wiping the tears from her eyes as she gets up from the floor, hoodie wrinkled and shorts barely visible, “oh my god that was funny as fuck holy shit,”

“before we talk about anything let’s get undressed, hmm?” you look at shuri with wide eyes and riri laughs again and shuri sighs. “no y/n we’re not doing anything tonight, stay with me”

right right yeah okay “shit right okay”

once you’re in your pajamas (one of shuris hoodies and some loose pants) y’all sit in a circle and riri cuts on some music just to ease some tension

(+18 section below!!!)

praise kink, bullying kink, talk of dom/sub relationships, use of pet names, dom!shuri, switch!riri, switch!reader, talk of sex, no actual sex (i’ll write some soon!)

riri starts, just as bold as she was when she came up to you that fateful day, “so what do you like? or do you want us to go first?”

you shy up again, “umm no you guys can go first”

and she smirks “well i’m a switch just to get it out of the way. i don’t mind bottoming i just don’t do it often, i really only did for shuri for real”

oh shit just right into it, huh?

“and i don’t bottom at all” shuri pipes in, staring directly into your eyes, “i suppose that’s dominant, right? but i’m not opposed to certain touches”

fuck fuck fuck , you sit cross cross to hide your arousal “um i guess i’m a switch, but i like bottoming more i think”

“yeah you look like it” riri says looking at her purse and you blush, did you really? before you respond riri gets up and sparks another blunt (because of course she does) and continues, “that’s really another reason i came up to you because you look like you listen well, and like it’s really obvious you got something going on with being told what to do, right?”

“i— i mean i guess,” shuri chimes in again “don’t you?”

her eye contact is dangerous and something makes you feel like you have to answer her “yes. yes i do.

they both smirk, “got it,” riri says confidently

oh fuck you just completely outed yourself huh?

“what ..” you clear your throat “what else do you guys like?”

“obedience” shuri says while riri says “brat”

you look between them, “okay which means..?”

shuri starts, her accent cutting the air like butter, “i need you to listen to me, that’s really it. whatever i say goes according to your limits and of course we’ll have a safe word but i don’t fuck around with what’s mine,”

jesus fucking christ . you look at riri who starts “i like brats. bold as fuck i like knocking you down a peg. that’s why im a switch because if you can tell me what to do i’ll listen, but if not then, well” she shrugs and smokes a bit

“and you, love?” shuri asks and you’re looking at her with wide eyes, “what do you want from us?”

you think for a bit and try to settle the pulsing you feel downstairs. “umm i like when i get told what to do, so like both of what you guys said. i like being ..” you sigh before you admit it “like umm lightly bullied? if that makes sense and i like when i’m on top, like physically.”

you add in “and i like to listen. so i get praised. so like . a praise kink. yeah”

you end it there before you feel like your face will melt and it’s quiet until shuri laughs and says “i can work with that”

you perk up, “yeah?”

she smiles back “yeah. you riri?”

riri, now high as fuck, nods along “yeah i’m good, just horny as hell though” she says it so causally and you laugh at her boldness

“yes that was bound to happen, but it’s been a long day and we need to pack tomorrow. y/n are you spending the night?”

riri gets up to get water and you look and shuri and nod, “yeah, yeah i can stay”

she smiles back “good. bed then, yeah?” there she is again making demands

you blindly follow, “okay,”

(+18 plus section over!)

the next morning is full of being kissed and packing; they’re both very grateful for you opening up last night and you can tell they mean it when they say ‘thank you’ when you do anything

though their trip is coming to an end, they make plans to be back and see you in two weeks once your finals are over and you can visit wakanda for an extended time

you’re given your very own pair of kimiyo beads before they head off with the dora milaje right behind them

shuri lifts your chin and kisses you goodbye “goodbye love,” she says it in xhosa and you absolutely melt and say bye back

riri hugs you tightly and kisses all over your face until she stops on your mouth and nearly knocks you over “bye baby, we’ll be back okay?”

you’re giggling still a little dizzy “hehe bye riri,”

you wave to them both before the ship doors close and it begins to hover slightly

while waving your kimoyo beads go off and it’s a text from riri “please back up girl this shit is about to take off fr ;)” and your eyes widen and you back away as far as possible, still waving

once the ship is out of your eyesight you sigh and ask the griot in your beads to set an alarm for 15 days and 3 hours

Anndddd finished i hope you guys enjoyed and sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes!

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[herweirdass]

the other girl | vh

DISCLAIMER: I promise i’m not making nai a home wrecker! well, sort of. but these are just stories! i can assure you that i barely know the girl lol, i just needed a name.

Y/n excitedly opened the door, Vinnie had just came over saying he needed to talk. She missed him so much, the two barely seeing each other in the past week.

She had planned the whole night out for them. A candlelit dinner, with his favorite anime’s after, maybe a little sex. All she wanted was for him to know she appreciated him dearly.

She hugged him tight as he walked in. Her brows furrowed as smelt a bit of perfume on him but went against her gut figuring it was just one of hers.

“God, I missed you.” She mumbled into his shoulder.

“I miss you more, my love.” He said embracing her.

She wanted nothing more than to stay wrapped up in his arms, but she had food on the stove and bread in the oven. She dragged him to the kitchen and tended to her pots as he leaned against the counter watching her every move.

“How was your day?”

“I skated with the boys for a while, streamed for a bit,” he paused before continuing not knowing how you would react, “then I went over to Nai’s.”

"Oh?" Y/n said not turning around.

"Yeah."

There was that feeling in her gut again. Pestering her over and over. She shoved those thoughts out of her head, believing that she was just being insecure.

"If you say there's nothing happening between you two, okay. I trust you." Y/n knew she had to learn to trust him. Even if she didn't trust Nailea.

Vinnie felt an instant rush of guilt. There indeed was something going on with him and Nai. He just didn't know how to tell her, not wanting to break her.

"Baby-" He said walking towards her wrapping his arms around her waist. Y/n smiled and faced him.

"I was thinking of going out tomorrow. Just the two of us. Maybe see a movie or go eat somewhere. It's up to you really. Or we could stay home and I could cook again-" She rambled, eagerly wanting to move on from the topic.

"I had sex with Nailea." He blurted out. He watched the smile from her face drop. Regret rushed over him as he saw the look she was giving him.

"I-what?" Y/n removed Vinnie's hands from around her and took a step back.

"I didn't mean for it to happen I swear I just- I don't know." He said walking towards her. "I'm so sorry baby."

She remained silent and looked towards the floor, tears threatening to stream down her face. She had no idea what to do or how to feel. He had lied to her, repeatedly.

"Baby?" He called out to her. She was being very quiet. A little too quiet for his liking. He expected screaming. Lots of screaming.

"You told me there wasn't anything going on." She said lowly, voice trembling.

"I know I-" He tried to speak but she held her hand up in protest, letting him know she wasn't finished.

"You made me feel like I was going crazy. I thought I was imagining shit.” Tears we're now streaming down her face making Vinnie's heart ache.

"Do you like her?"

"It doesn't-"

"Do you?"

He couldn't bring himself to respond. His head hung low as he avoided eye contact with her.

"Was I not enough for you?" She said with a shaky voice.

"You were more than enough. This had completely nothing to do with you." He said as he tried to reassure her. He felt so shitty for making her feel this way.

"Right." She whispered, her heart clenching at the thought of him in bed with another girl.

She couldn't help but feel like it was. Maybe if she hadn't gave into him so easily. Maybe if she hadn't told him about her past. Maybe if she hadn't showed him her scars. Just maybe, he would still love her.

"Can you leave?" She asked him. Y/n desperately wanted the situation to be over. It hurt her like hell to see him standing there.

"I'll call you, okay?"

"Actually don't."

"Y/n-"

"I can't keep doing this with you. If you have to choose between me and her, go be with her V.”

Vinnie placed a hand on her cheek making Y/n look up at him. He wiped the tears off of her face and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

"Goodbye Y/n.”

As Vinnie exited her apartment fresh tears streamed down her face. She was hurt but other than that she hated herself for letting another man let her down again. She ran to the bathroom feeling sick.

Vinnie made his way to his car and drove off. He felt like shit. He had hurt her once again. He picked up his phone and dialed the ten digits praying she would pick up. The phone rang and on the last ring she finally picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey mom.” He sighed.

[coweye]

Guys My Age - PT.1

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x Miller!Reader Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: After four years away, you return home to realise that maybe everything you’ve been looking for was right in front of you all along.

Warnings: Mention of depression, Slow burn - no smut yet but it will eventually be horrifically filthy 18+ only pls gang, LEGAL Age Gap. 

Note: This bad bois been worming its way to the surface for a while now, hope you enjoy! 💕 I apologise in advance for the slow burn.

⇢MASTERLIST

Life was strange sometimes.

Here you were, back in the hometown you’d sworn never to return to after four years away, flanked by your older brother Benny. 

Two thirds of the Miller gang back together, reunited or at least you had been.

“I’ma get us a table, you order the drinks.” Ben muttered distractedly whilst scouting out potential tables.

“Hey, I’m supposed to be destitute, the least you could do is get the first round in.” The sad thing is, you’re only half joking. He rolled his eyes at your expense, before handing you his credit card and continued on his journey to get a table, presumably with a great view of the blonde woman he’d spotted upon entry to the bar. Benny was predictable if nothing else, it was part of his charm. 

So, you pushed your way forward through the throng of warm bodies, Friday night at Flanagans was a nightmare but you had agreed to be sociable as Santiago was in town, so you’d made the sacrifice and took a night off from your crushing depression to don a nice t-shirt and apply makeup for the first time in the two weeks since moving into Will’s back room.

You smiled what you hoped was a somewhat friendly lift of your lips at the bartender and ordered two beers, as you were waiting you heard the familiar call of Santiago Garcia - the man who you’d spent your teen years obsessed with. 

He was gorgeous inside and out, though your crush had morphed into something a lot more wholesome and you had a genuine platonic love for the man, as an extension of your brothers.

“How have you been, guapa? God, long time no see!” He all but cried, clearly already a couple of beers in as wrapped you in a strong hug, pulling you onto your tiptoes. He wasn’t lying, you hadn’t seen Santiago in two maybe three years ago now. 

Time had gotten away from you and your visits had become less and less frequent, especially with the boys being deployed, you couldn’t say you were happy to be back, but it was certainly nice to see them all again.

“I know, damn, you got old!” You chuckle as his face straightens out in feigned hurt. “Like fine wine, Santi, Fine wine!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Stop flirting, you two.” Will grumbles as he slides through the crowd to lean on the bar beside you, lifting three fingers up to the bartender who had already placed the pints of beer before you. 

“Where have you been?” You question raising an eyebrow “I’ve been back at least two weeks.”

“I’ve been in Australia for a little while, it's nothing serious but-”

“Pope’s got a girlfriend now, Squirt.” The low voice is a new one, but only one person used to call you that awful nickname. 

You turn to see Francisco Morales behind you, his eyes are older than the rest of him but still irrevocably kind and he has an easy smile painted on his lips. You can’t quite remember him being this handsome as your eyes drink him in, perhaps you’d been blinded by the effortless beauty of Santiago as a teen but my god, Catfish had almost floored you. 

“Frankie!” You smile - all teeth, trying somewhat successfully for an air of normalcy despite your brain processing the change that five years has had on your taste in men and pulling him in for his own hug. 

You tried to stop yourself, you honestly did but as you breathed in, the smell of him overtook you, the spicy scent of cinnamon and sweet vanilla; the man somehow smelled like a goddamn cupcake and you had the biggest sweet tooth. 

Locking your inner sex offender deep down inside a box so as to not assault the man you’d held in a hug for what was becoming longer than appropriate, you pulled away. 

“A girlfriend?” You question, your brain scrambling for something to talk about other than those brown eyes. You can’t help the smirk that sneaks its way across your lips as you tease the man before you. “Santiago Garcia, have you gone soft on me in your old age?”

He huffs as he grabs his beer. “Fuck off, baby Miller.” 

The three of you chortle in response to his defeated tone as he walks towards the table Ben has secured. Will grabs at his wallet, hand coming out to stop you in confusion when you hold out a card to pay. 

You shake your head and shrug. “Ben’s treat.” 

That kills any argument on his tongue as he picks up his drink and follows Santi’s lead. You can’t help but chuckle at your brothers, you had missed them both so much. 

You’re very quickly aware of Frankie lingering to your left, waiting for you to finish paying, ever the gentleman. 

You turn to him as the machine processes the transaction. 

“Your-”

“How-” You both chuckle, the two of you have always been the quiet ones of the group, more observant with witty one liners thrown in than the loud mouths currently chatting at your table. 

It seems years apart haven’t helped either of your awkwardness.

“You go…” You dismiss with a quick laugh when he waits for you to speak.

“I was just gonna say, it's nice to have you back!” He shrugged before gesturing to side of him “After you,” 

Frankie creates a barrier with his body for your fellow thirsty patrons who want your spot at the bar. You pick up yours and Bens drinks and turn to find the guys. 

Frankie’s hand finds your lower back as he guides you through, its innocuous enough, hell if you hadn’t been drooling over the man minutes before you wouldn’t have given it so much as a second thought, but that palm guarding you from the brunt of the crowd was like molten lava slowly burning your flesh. 

“W-Well, it’s good to be back! I’m not going anywhere in a hurry!” You pretty much shout over the deafening ambient chatter around you. His low voice is in your ear when he replies, you force yourself not to close the distance and push your spine into his chest, Frankie isn’t like that; Hell, he has a girlfriend and baby at home.

He’s just being friendly - he’s known you since you were seventeen. 

“You miss your friends back home?”

“They’re not my friends. None of those assholes let me sleep on their goddamn sofas.” Trying to break the tension only you seemed to be feeling with a joke, it seems to work as he chortles.

“Well you’re more than welcome to my sofa if Will ever gets too much, Squirt.” You couldn’t explain the things that this man saying the word squirt to you was doing. No matter the context, even if it was because you squirted slurpee from your nose when laughing too hard when you were a teenager. 

“I may hold you to that - he bit my head off the other day because I didn’t wash a glass the second I used it, I swear-” You’re cut off when you find the booth rather quickly, the raucous laughter from the rangers acting as a siren call.  You slide in beside Ben and turn to your other brother “-I was just telling Frankie, how much of a control freak you are.”

And because God hates you, Francisco slides in beside you. 

…

You were a grown woman and you had a ridiculous infatuation.

It wasn’t for a lack of trying either, after sitting in that bar you had made an effort to block out the sensation of his thigh against your own or when he leaned back against the plush fabric and wrapped his arm around the back of the booth.

But so help you god you were only human, you couldn’t help but laugh a little harder at his jokes than the others or the warmth that flooded your belly when you’d meet his eyes as you told a story and find his chocolate orbs transfixed on you as if you were telling a great tale - rather than an anecdote about how you dislocated your tailbone last year when you were drunk on some stairs.

It wasn’t even as if it was just his looks - though you were big enough to admit that initially that had been a large part of it.  It was the ease you felt around him, the kindness you could see clear as day painted on his face. 

Though you knew, deep down in your toxic heart of hearts, buried beneath your daddy issues and depression, this deep desire was because he wasn’t all that interested. 

It wasn’t as if he ignored you, no. He was friendly, but he had no interest in you besides just that, being a friend. 

He had a baby and a girlfriend and you weren’t a home wrecker.

He was your brother's best friend, an extension of your family. 

These were all things you reminded yourself about as you lay in bed alone staring up at the ceiling the morning after.

You could just be his friend, right?

⇢ Next Part

[dbnightingale24]

You’re My Drug (That’s The Problem)

Andy Barber ~ One Shot

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Honestly, I don’t even know what is wrong with me. No one asked for this and there’s no reason for this to be so long. My mind kinda just went to home wrecker hoe central, and now you have this. I’m so sorry, but I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: SMUT, so much smut, cheating, depression, heartbreak, swearing, mentions of alcohol, abuse, angst, just A LOT of stuff, 18+, MINORS DNI!!!

Word Count: 10,210 (I honestly don’t know why I’m like this)

Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter:

That’s All - Genesis

Sweetest Taboo - Sade

If Your Girl Only Knew - Aaliyah

One Last Time - Ariana Grande

I do not consent to have any of my works/stories posted anywhere.

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Standing in Andy Barber’s living room, you try to remember when it all started, almost two years ago. He was never supposed to be anything other than a silly school girl crush and a late-night drunken fantasy. He was dating your favorite professor (who had basically acted as your mother when your own was too fucked up), and was so in love with him. Truly and completely. You still remember when she introduced you to him.

“Y/N! This is Professor Andy Barber!” Profession Daniels (Aunt Michelle is what you affectionately called her) beamed, walking over with her arm linked to the gorgeous and bearded professor.

“I know who he is,” you chuckled, holding your hand out to shake his.

Everyone on campus knew who Professor Barber was. Before he came to the university, he was a big time DA, and he was damn good at his job. After his divorce, he decided it was time for a change of scenery. So, he quit his job, packed up his things, and decided that NYC would be a good place to start over.

Every woman on campus was painfully aware of his presence because of his devilish good looks. It’s not like he strut about the campus or anything, it was just impossible not to notice. His beard was always full and trimmed perfectly, his voice was smoother than silk, his smile was infectious, and his body. Good God that was sculpted by God and the Devil. Such a gorgeous man but in a way that made all of them wickedly desperate for him.

The man had every reason to be a whore, but outside of class, he barely said two words to anyone. He came in, did what he needed to do, and went home. In fact, it’s still a mystery how Aunt Michelle got her hands on him, but never questioned it. She was happy and that’s all that you cared about. That really had been all you wanted.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Andy smiled at you, taking your hand and shaking it in a firm but gentle way. “I’ve heard so much about you, so it’s nice to finally put a face to a name.”

“Well, we’ll see how you feel about that after dinner! Why she chose to bring you out on ‘Whining Wednesday’ I have no clue, but if you’re still happy with her after all is said and done, I’ll approve of you,” you laughed while Professor Daniels shook her head.

“We’re not that bad!”

“We’re way worse, I know,” you teased. “We should get going before our booth is gone. I refuse to break tradition when we have a guest!”

‘Whining Wednesday’ was something started by both you and Professor Daniels to blow off some steam. She would go off about her worst students (only naming names sometimes), her workload, coworkers that drove her crazy (naming all names) and hating the pay cuts that seemed to be happening more often. You vented about the school workload, ridiculous essays, classmates that wouldn’t shut up when you were in your dorm at 2am trying to study, your mother, and your shitty on and off again boyfriend, Shawn. Also, you both did this while consuming food (mainly pizza) and drinks.

That Wednesday had been no different.

“Professor Cameron loves you!” your Aunt Michelle laughed as she finished her second Shirley Temple.

“Well then, can you tell him to ease up on my work load? Damn, I do have a job and other classes. I don’t even think I’m gonna pass this semester.”

“You’ve been saying that for two years and you do amazing each time, I’m sure this semester will be no different,” she shrugged, as the waiter dropped off another round of drinks and a large pizza pie with extra cheese.

“Eh, he is kind of a hard-ass,” Andy shrugged, grabbing a slice, as both you and Aunt Michelle gasped. “What?”

“You contributed!” you beamed, causing Andy to laugh, as you took a sip of your Jack and Coke.

“Professor Cameron isn’t a hard-ass, he just doesn’t like Andy,” Aunt Michelle laughed, grabbing her own slice.

“What did I ever do to him?”

“Every woman on campus loves you,” she scoffed “the guys at the University are split down the middle when it comes to you. Half of them love you and the other half wish you’d go back to Boston,” she smirked.

“How did I not know this?” Andy questioned in slight disbelief.

“You never hang around longer than you have to!” Aunt Michelle laughed.

“Don’t worry, the male students feels the same. Shawn complains about you all the time.”

“Shawn Toole? He doesn’t like me because I hold him accountable when he slacks off in my class,” Andy huffed.

“Yeah, he has a tendency to slack off about a lot of things,” you sighed, reaching for your drink “don’t take it personal.”

“Why are you back with him this time?” Aunt Michelle scowled.

“Why do I always take him back? Convenience, boredom, utter and sheer stupidity. I’d rather put myself through bullshit with him than be by myself.”

“You can do so much better!”

“Can I though? Like, lets really think about that one.”

“Y/N, you know you can.”

“It’s human nature. Why do we continue to drink when we know we’ve reached our limit? Why do junkies continue to do drugs even know they know it’s killing them? Why do people play extreme sports even know they know that every time they play it could be their last? Because we all live for the high. No matter how bad it can get, the high is always worth it. No matter how short lived it is. We’re all wired to self destruct in some way, some just find a way to last longer than others,” you shrugged before taking a bite of your pizza.

“Well shit, do you wanna teach my Psychology class tomorrow?” Aunt Michelle chuckled slightly.

“Fuck no, cause then I have to deal with all of the things that are wrong with me,” you laughed.

“For as long as I’ve been doing this, I’ve never thought about it that way,” Andy said after a beat. “You make an extremely good point.”

“See? I told you she was bright as hell!” Aunt Michelle gushed.

“Stop doing that,” you laughed, before downing the rest of your drink.

For the rest of that night, the conversation flowed easily and the three of you had an amazing time. Andy enjoyed the banter between you and Professor Daniels, and you truly loved watching them together. They both seemed extremely happy and enamored with each other.

Then the end of the night came.

“I’ve got it,” you slurred slightly, grabbing the check before either of them could get their hands on it.

“Oh? Did you rob a bank recently?” Aunt Michelle mused, a little tipsy herself.

“Not yet, but my mom did send me some guilt money, so I can afford this and much more,” you chuckled humorlessly.

“What happened this time?”

“She got drunk at my grandmother’s and made a complete twat out of herself. Decided that was the best time to tell me how I’m not doing enough and I’m not enough. Once again blaming me for her most recent boyfriend leaving, completely ignoring the fact that she’s the issue. Ya know, the usual” you shrugged, putting your debit card in the check holder.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“Because it’s tiring always being upset about something. It’s tiring explaining, again, that someone I love and care about more than anything in the world treats me like trash. We’ve been having this talk since you found me crying in the library.”

“Y/N-”

“Stop, I’m really okay. She called me crying the next day and just kept apologizing.”

“What did you say?”

“I just told her to save it cause we have that huge family Gala coming up next weekend and it would save her time to just apologize for everything at once. Hence the reason I have all this money to burn,” you smiled as the waiter came over to grab the check.

“We can talk about it more tomorrow, if you want, during lunch.”

“Can’t do lunch tomorrow, dear old Dad is coming to visit.”

“What? Why?”

“Probably to tell me about his new engagement.”

“Didn’t he just get married?”

“Yeah, but she reached her age limit. I honestly don’t think my dad has stayed with any woman, besides my mother, past the age of 28. He meets em at 20, marries them by 22, divorces them between the ages of 25 and 28. She met this one at 26, so I knew she’d be packing as soon as she unpacked.”

“Your family is stressful,” Aunt Michelle sighed.

“I’m a product of chaos,” you smiled sarcastically, as the waiter came back with your debit card.

After giving in and letting Andy and Professor Daniels cover the tip, they both offered to get you home, seeing as it was late and it was a particularly cold night for early October, but you told them you’d be fine to walk the few short blocks.

“Are you sure? It’s no big deal, I don’t feel right letting you walk alone this late,” Andy sighed.

“I’m really okay, Professor Barber,” you smiled at him “thank you though, and thanks for coming out! I’m glad you had fun, you’re welcome to ‘whining Wednesdays’ whenever you want,” you giggled before giving Michelle a hug “as for you, I love you and I’ll see you at some point tomorrow, Profess-”

“We’re not at school. Call me Professor Daniels and I’ll scream,” she laughed, wrapping you in a tight hug. “Please let me know when you get home.”

“I will, I promise. Go home and have fun like the young lovers you are. Have sex or something,” you and she playfully swatted your arm. “Oh! Swing by my job tomorrow night! We can talk then!”

“Sounds good,” she smiled at you.

As you began walking in the other direction, Andy called after you “where do you work?”

“Um that Dive Bar a few block’s over! Tabitha’s!” you smiled, before resuming your walk home.

The next day, when walking across campus with your dad to get lunch, you ran into Andy.

“Oh, good afternoon Professor Barber,” you smiled at him.

“Y/N,” he nodded “I take it this is your father.”

“Uh yeah. Dad, this is Professor Barber, Professor Barber, my dad” you smiled anxiously.

“Good to meet you, Mr. Barber,” your father smiled, taking Andy’s hand in his giving it a firm shake. “You teach my daughter?”

“No, I’m good friends with Professor Daniels though, and she introduced me.”

‘That’s weird,’ you thought to yourself. ‘Good friend? Well, it’s not like he knows my dad at all, and Professor Barber is a private man. Makes sense.’

“Professor Daniels is an amazing woman. I don’t know what we’d do without her looking after my little flower” he smiled at Andy and you cringed inwardly. You’d started hating that nickname after you heard him call one of his young brides the same thing.

“Well, we’ve gotta get going. Don’t wanna be late for lunch,” you smiled, wanting to end the awkward moment as quickly possible.

“You have a really great daughter,” Andy said before you and your father started walking away. “Make sure you don’t lose sight of that.”

Your father gave you a look as Andy turned and walked and you just responded with a shrug, because you genuinely had no idea what had just happened.

When Professor Daniels came to see you at work later that night, she brought Andy with her. They stayed until closing and Andy insisted on driving you home again. You were so tired that you it wasn’t hard to convince you. Professor Daniels gave directions while you tried to force yourself to stay awake in the backseat. When you finally got to your building, Andy decided to walk you to your room, despite you telling him it’s not a big deal.

You two made small talk on the way up, which was his way of trying to help you stay awake.

“How was lunch with your dad?” Andy asked as the elevator finally reached your floor.

“Oh...it was okay. He did wanna tell me about his engagement, but he also wanted to bitch about my mom. He did occasionally ask about my classes and how they were going, so I guess that was nice,” you shrugged as you finally reached your apartment.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with that...you come across as just so...I know what its like to have unstable parents,” he sighed, looking down at his feet.

You knew he was referring to his father and it made your heart ache. “Hey,” you smiled, placing hand gently on his arm “I’m alright. I mean, it’s no walk in the park, but I manage. It’s nowhere near as bad as it was, Professor Barber,” you finished softly.

“Please, call me Andy,” he chuckled. “Well, in case you ever want to talk about it, you know where to find me. I know you talk to Michelle about everything, but if you ever wanna talk to someone who can relate, you know where to find me,” he smiled at you.

Maybe it was because you were so tired or because of how naive you were, but you didn’t suspect a thing when he said that. Though you were more sure than ever now, that was when things shifted. Had it really happened so quickly?

Maybe it was when you started seeing him more often around campus and he always offered to walk you to your classes, or when he started showing up more at your your job (without Professor Daniels) and you two would talk like you had known each other for years. Maybe it was when he chose to sit between you and Professor Daniels when you all went to college football games together and sometimes he would brush his leg against yours in the most innocent way, but his eyes would linger a little bit longer than they should have. Maybe when you two kept running into each other early in the morning at the school pool? Sometimes swimming together or getting caught up in conversations about nothing in particular.

But how could it have been those things? It was all innocent because he and Professor Daniels were like school children in love. No, all of those things were innocent and coincidental. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself, which is probably what led to the incident that took place two days before that Thanksgiving break.

“Hello?” Aunt Michelle answered groggily, finally silencing her annoying ring tone.

“Fuck! Of course you’re sleeping! I’m so sorry, I’ll just-”

“What’s wrong? Where are you?” she said frantically, hearing your sobs and panicked voice.

“It’s not-”

“Y/N, please tell me what’s going on...I don’t know what’s wrong, Andy!” she snapped at him angrily.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m so sorry! I ruined-”

“You didn’t ruin anything. Just tell me where you are and we’ll come and get you,” she pleaded, trying to sound as calm as possible.

“Shawn took me to this party at 13th Step and-”

“Open the fucking door, Y/N!” Shawn yelled from the other side of the bathroom door, banging on it as if he were trying to break it down.

“Oh my God, okay. Where are you?”

“I’m in the bathroom. I don’t know...his friends are trying to calm him down, but he’s in a rage.”

“We’ll be right there. Do not leave that bathroom unless you have to, do you understand me?”

“Yes,” you sobbed out, wincing as as Shawn continued to pound harder on the door.

They were at your rescue in 10 minutes. While Professor Daniels came to collect you from the bathroom, Andy stayed in the bar area, doing his best to calm the situation down.

“Look at you! You’re so pathetic! Little slut, we’re fucking done! Don’t even-”

“Fucking watch it-” Andy growled, doing his best to keep his cool in front of both you and Professor Daniels.

“Or what? You’ll fucking fail me? You think I haven’t heard about you two? How you two are always together? Football games and shit?”

“It’s the three of us, Toole. Watch it,” Andy warned again through gritted teeth.

“Fuck you, Barber. Couldn’t make your marriage work, so you steal my girl? Or is that just what you do?” Shawn shouted at you. “You fuck professors to-”

Shawn was cut off by Andy’s right fist connecting with his jaw. “I told you to fucking watch it!” Andy yelled.

“Andy, stop!” Aunt Michelle yelled, running from you to Andy, trying to stop him from hitting Shawn again.

“You put your fucking hands on her?! Your own fucking girlfriend?!” Andy yelled, connecting another hit.

“Professor Barber, please!” you pleaded, tears streaming down your face, just wanting the night to end.

The sound of your voice made Andy compose himself and slowly get himself together. “Touch her again and you’ll end up with way worse than this, understand me?”

Shawn was silent.

“I asked if you understand me?!” Andy asked again, kicking Shawn in the stomach.

“Fine! Yes! Okay!” Shawn howled in pain, as the cops finally showed up.

“Nothing to see here, it’s taken care of,” Andy muttered before storming out of the bar.

That night, you kept telling Professor Daniels that nothing happened between you and Andy, and you didn’t know why Shawn had snapped, cause at that point, nothing had happened.

“Oh honey, I believe you! Please don’t worry about it,” she cooed, trying to calm you down as you all made your way back her place.

“I just...I’m so-”

“Don’t you dare apologize because he’s unhinged! You’re okay now, please don’t worry. You’re safe now,” she cooed as Andy pulled up to her place.

She had the spare room made up almost instantly and you felt guilty staying there. No, you hadn’t done anything with Andy, but still. If other people were noticing and saying things to Shawn, maybe you were in the wrong.

That night, they fought like a married couple on the brink of divorce.

“You can’t just fly off the handle like that, Andy!”

“Did you not see her busted lip?! What the hell was I supposed to do?!”

“You don’t think I wanted to attack him?! Do you know how much I love her?! She’s practically family to me! You’re a professor, Andy! Do you understand that she saved your ass tonight? If she hadn’t threatened him with pressing charges, he would’ve pressed charges against you! You can’t just-”

“I know, okay?! I know! I just...that’s not right! No matter how angry you are, you don’t put your hands on a woman! Did you see how scared she was?! I just...” Andy sighed “I need to go for a walk,” he all but muttered before storming out.

Professor Daniels kept watch over you almost all night. Checking the room almost every hour, until she finally succumbed to sleep. When Andy came back, he sat at the foot of the guest bed, rubbing your feet softly and quietly apologizing profusely. He had no idea that you were still awake and it broke your heart. However, it also made you feel cared for.

Men in your life didn’t defend you, fight for you, or get angry for you. Let alone get angry over you. Yes, Professor Daniels had been looking out for you since you got there, but she wasn’t him. Andy filled you with something you weren’t quite sure of and it made you feel things you shouldn’t, which is why you decided you couldn’t see him anymore.

You did your absolute best to avoid him, no matter the cost. You stopped doing ‘whining Wednesdays’ (telling Professor Daniels that you picked up more shifts at work), you cut lunches short so you could avoid bumping into him when you made your way back to class, and hiding in the back when he would show up during your shift at work. Anything to keep from seeing him. Your relationship going to shit was one thing, but the one person who saved you from the hell that was your life? You would do anything to keep her safe and happy.

The plan worked great until you fell asleep in the library during Winter break.

“Y/N?” Andy asked, shaking you softly.

“Hm? What? Oh shit!” you exclaimed once you saw Andy’s face. “I didn’t mean to...what time is it?”

“It’s almost 12am,” he chuckled at your slightly frightened state.

“Fuck, thanks for waking me,” you smiled weakly at him, gathering your notes and books quickly.

“You should stay at my place,” he suggested nonchalantly, but it was enough to get your anxiety kicking.

“No, I’m not too far-”

“I don’t want you going anywhere this late alone and I have a feeling that you’ll put up a fight if I offer to take you home,” he smirked.

“I don’t want-”

“It’s Winter Break, sweetheart. He’s not here, Michelle isn’t here, there’s almost no one here. It’s just late and I don’t want you walking home this late. Help me put my mind at ease and just stay at my place tonight,” he offered again with a sigh.

He was right. With all of the anxiety and guilt you had been feeling with everything since what happened with Shawn, you were opposed to spending any time with him, let alone staying at his place. However, it was late and you did have fears about walking home that late. It was easily a 15 minute walk, but it was also the City.

So, you made the mistake of agreeing to stay at Andy’s place.

“The spare room is down the hall to the right and there should be sweats in there. Michelle has kind of made a habit of keeping clothes in there on the off chance she stays over,” he smiled softly. “She says I have too many things in my drawer so she just uses the one in the spare room,” he softly chuckled once he saw the confused look on your face.

At then mention of Michelle’s name, you gather your thoughts quickly. It didn’t matter that you had gotten off to the thought of you fucking him senseless the night before, because it could never happen. “I can stay in my-”

“Y/N, it’s Winter break. Please relax. Change into something that’s more comfortable and go to sleep,” he smiled before going into his kitchen and grabbing a glass.

“Professor-”

“Andy,” he gently corrected.

“Andy,” you smiled “I really do appreciate you letting me stay here. I’ll do my best to not disturb your routine.”

“Are you always this anxious?”

“Yes,” you answered quickly and honestly, and his response was a deep and hearty laugh. You could’ve listen to him laugh all night.

“Please don’t worry. You can use whatever you want, eat whatever you want, and lay wherever you want. Just relax, okay?” he smiled before taking out a second glass. “You want a drink?”

“No no, I’ll probably just sleep,” you smiled. “Thank you...again,” you smiled before making your way to the spare bedroom.

The room was beautiful but you could tell it had rarely been slept in. The bed was spacious and the pillows extremely comfortable. You took a deep breath and tried to get yourself to relax. When you opened the drawer, you saw Professor Daniel’s sweats, tank tops, and intimate wear.

‘You’re not doing anything wrong. Just text her before you fall asleep,’ you mentally told yourself, trying to calm the voice in your head.

You changed into a pair of her sweats before settling into the bed and sending her a text explaining what happened. Her response came a few a moments later simply saying “Thank you! I know you’re probably uncomfortable, but it’s just a night and he’s a total sweetheart. You’re safe there and I feel so much better knowing you’re there! Thanks for letting me know!”

You did your best to get comfortable so that you could fall asleep, but all of a sudden you were wide awake. It’s not like it wasn’t a comfortable mattress or there was anything wrong with the room, you just couldn’t get comfortable knowing he was was sharing the same space as you. You thought about getting a drink to calm your nerves, but you didn’t want to risk getting caught up in conversation with him.

When you heard the laugh track coming from the living room, you decided that maybe getting off wouldn’t be a bad idea. It did always leave you feeling sleepy and you could be quiet. No, it wasn’t ideal, but anything that could make you sleep faster so you could leave faster was ideal.

It wasn’t hard for you to get yourself worked up: you were in Andy’s apartment and had just heard his voice moments ago. It was only matter of seconds before your fingers found your clit, playing with it a little before slipping two inside yourself. Eyes clenched shut and his name softly escaping your lips, it didn’t take long for you to get yourself over the edge.

Taking deep breaths and giving yourself a little time to come down from your high, you felt yourself getting sleepy and a small smile came to your face. Slowly getting up, you decide to clean yourself up before finally getting some rest.

Had you known what was coming next, you would’ve stayed in bed.

“Profess...Andy, where’s your bathroom?” you asked shyly, standing right outside of the living room.

“Down the hall to your left,” he smiled at you.

You quickly clean yourself up and relieve yourself, before quickly and quietly making your way back to the spare bedroom.

“Would you mind sitting with me for a bit? Having a hard time falling asleep tonight,” Andy asked right before you closed the door.

“Is it because I’m here?” you ask, ready to get yourself a car service and go home. “I can leave, I’m so-”

“Please calm down,” he chucked, only putting you at ease a little. “I just have a lot on my mind and it would help to get some advice is all. I understand if you just wanna sleep, it looks like you’ve had a long day,” he smiled.

You argued with yourself before you came to the conclusion that an innocent conversation wouldn’t be so bad. “I can hang for a little bit,” you smile at him before taking a seat not too far from him on the sofa.

You talked about everything and nothing that night and at some point he talked you into having a drink with him.. He asked for your advice about personal issues with his wife and son, work, and getting used to his new life.

“I know you’re tired but I need your advice on one more thing,” he smiled as you finished the drink he poured you.

“I’ll do my best,” you smiled, turning your attention to him.

“I’ve done something and I...I don’t know how to fix it. I don’t know if I can,” he sighed, running his hand through his hair.

“It can’t be that bad, what happened?”

“I....you know what? Don’t worry about it. Get some sleep.”

“Andy, you can talk to me,” you smile sweetly, inching closer to him.

“I did this all wrong,” he sighed. “What would you do if you were in my position?”

“What position are you in?”

“I fell for someone when I first got to the university. We didn’t say a word to each other and I honestly don’t know if she even saw me, but she just caught me off guard. Her hair, how hard she was focusing on her studies, the smile that came to her face once she figured something out...I watched her longer than I should have. I went to Michelle about her, cause they seemed to get along well, but Michelle kinda fell for me in the process. I fell for her too. Please don’t get me wrong. Michelle is wonderful in every way possible and beautiful as hell, but she isn’t...she isn’t this person. This person is gorgeous, funny, witty, strong, a nervous wreck...so many things. I don’t know what to do,” he confessed softly.

You told yourself that the pang of jealousy you felt was for Aunt Michelle and the fact that she’d be getting her heart broken soon, but you knew it was because you desperately wanted to be the other person. What kind of person did that make you? A terrible one. “I mean, you definitely need to break up with Michelle and then tell this person how you feel. They both deserve to know,” you huff.

“It’s not that simple,” Andy shook his head.

“Of course it isn’t simple, but-”

“No,” he interrupted softly. “I’ll end up hurting both of them and I can’t...they deserve so much better than that. Better than me.”

“How would you hurt the other person?”

“Because how can I tell you that I’m in love with you and expect it to go over well when you call her your ‘Aunt’?” he asked, finally meeting your gaze with desperate eyes.

Your heart almost stopped. How could he be in love with you? “Andy-”

“I have tried so hard to ignore this,” he sighed. “The moment I saw you sitting alone in the library, I wanted to know everything about you. But you’re a fucking student. Even if you aren’t my student, you’re still a student. Then I just kept seeing you everywhere and most of the time you were with Michelle. I only wanted to pick her brain about you, I definitely didn’t expect it to turn into a relationship. Then, when you started to make yourself unavailable, I knew it was for the best. We were spending too much time together and even though it was innocent, we were tiptoeing a line. You did what I couldn’t do. I forced myself to be okay with it, cause it was for the best.”

“Andy, you can’t-”

“When I came by the spare bedroom tonight to check on you and I heard you...I finally felt confident that it wasn’t just me. You feel every thing I feel, but this is wrong. It’s so wrong, but I want you. I need you,” he finished, resting his hand on your thigh.

“Andy...we can’t...this isn’t...I can’t do this to her,” you almost sobbed. “She has done so much for me and has taken care of me...I could never-”

“I know and I hate myself for this, but I can’t deny it anymore,” he practically whispered, as his hands slowly made their way up to the hem of the sweats you were wearing. Aunt Michelle’s sweatpants.

“She loves you, Andy,” you said defiantly, trying your hardest to not give in to your traitorous desires.

“And I love you. I tried to fight this, but I can’t anymore. I can’t and I don’t want to. Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop. You’ll never see me again. I’ll drive you home right now.”

“It doesn’t matter what I want, cause this is...s-shit” you moan, feeling his finger softly trace up and down the thin material that was keeping him from making direct contact with your most sensitive nerve. “A-Andy, if we do this...we can’t take it back and we’ll both feel terrible. This is...it’s wrong.”

“I’ve been watching you for so long. Do you know how many times I’ve gotten off to the thought of you bouncing up and down my cock? Hearing you scream my name while I make you feel things you’ve never felt before? I know I’m a complete piece of shit for this, but I can’t ignore this. Not anymore,” he groaned, using a finger to push the material to the side before slipping two fingers in. “I can tell you need this too.”

“Andy,” you moaned, your hand traveling up his arm.

“That’s it baby, let me make you feel good like I know you’ve been dreaming of,” he sighed, using his free hand to pull down both the sweats and your panties and you kicked them off the rest of the way. “Such a perfect pussy,” he moaned “lets see if you taste as sweet as you are,” he all but muttered before moving in close and removing his fingers, only to replace them with his mouth.

“Shit!” you cried out, arching your back at the feel of him sucking and licking on your clit. You had never been eaten out before. You had only had one other boyfriend before Shawn and they both refused to do it even though they insisted upon you blow them before sex. “I just...oh my God!” you whimpered.

Andy hooked your leg over his shoulder and only let you hold on. He didn’t slow down when you gabbed a fist full of his hair and screamed obscenities when your first orgasm hit. He only gripped you tighter and sped up when you begged him to slow down, letting his hand trace up your body until it found one of your boobs and messaging your nipple between two fingers, sending you quickly into your second orgasm. When you told him that it was too much, he pushed two fingers into soaked folds and found that place deep inside you that you blossoming like a little flower for him.

“Never felt so good before, have you?” he asked sitting up and smirking at you in your blissed out state.

All you could do was shake your head ‘no’.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me tonight and cum on my cock?” he questioned, wrapping your legs around him.

“Andy, we can’t-”

“We’ve already gone this for, baby” he sighed, a flicker of shame in his eyes “why deny ourselves any further?”

“I can go now.”

“Do you want to?”

“Of course not,” you sighed, turning your head away from his overwhelming gaze.

“Don’t think about everything else right now, just focus on right now,” he demanded softly, taking your face in his hand and making you look at him.

You slowly nodded and sat up. Ignoring the last bit of fight left in you, you placed your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep and passionate kiss. “this is where I want to be,” you told him softly, giving into the feelings you had been harboring for over a year.

He carried you to his bedroom and laid you softly on the bed. You pushed out the thought that he had shared that bed with Aunt...Professor Daniels more times than you cared to know as Andy removed his shirt. It didn’t matter that you had seen him shirtless a handful of times, his beauty always caught you off guard.

“Take off your shirt, baby,” he commanded sliding his hand down his own sweats, taking himself in his hands and stroking his cock. “wanna see all of tthat gorgeous body.”

You wasted no time getting rid of your shirt, before getting on your knees and crawling towards the side of bed he was standing on. “Can I suck your cock?” You couldn’t believe yourself but you also couldn’t stop yourself.

“Your really want to?” he asked before pulling down his sweats and stepping out of them.

Neither of your boyfriends had come close to the size of Andy and you were starting to understand why Professor Daniels would come to work exhausted some days. “I’ve thought about it so much,” you confessed, feeling yourself get worked up again.

“Mmm,” Andy moaned, starting to stroking himself again “you can only suck it if you tell me what else you’ve fantasized about.”

“Professor Barber, please don’t make me,”

“Fuck,” he groaned, he loved hearing you call him that, “gotta tell me kitten, or I won’t let you touch me. Is that what you want?”

“No Professor,” you whined.

“Then tell me.”

You looked away, feeling too ashamed of yourself for being as desperate as you were. “I-”

“Look at me when you tell me, baby. Don’t be shy,” he cooed, using his free hand to cup your face and bring your attention back to him.

“I...I’ve thought about you fucking me on your desk, right after your last class...” you trailed off.

“I think you’ve thought about more than that,” he coaxed.

“Fucking me in my ass while I’m bent over doing my homework.”

“Oh? My little kitten likes anal?”

“I’ve never done it, but I want to try it with you. I want to try everything with you, Professor,” you moan, pressing your thighs together trying to relieve some of the pressure building up between your legs.

“You ever seen a cock this big, baby?”

“No, and I’m honestly a little nervous,” you confessed.

“Don’t you worry, kitten. I’m gonna make you feel so good, but you gotta tell me one more fantasy before I let you put your mouth on me,” he instructed. You tried to turn your head away, but he held it in place. “What did I say? Don’t be shy. Now tell me.”

“I...I’ve thought about keeping your cock warm with a vibrator shoved in my pussy, while you teach class. I would stay under your desk and blow you or just keeping it in mouth.”

“You want us to get caught?”

“No, but I wouldn’t mind if people saw...I want people to watch you control me, so they know I’m yours. They can see but they can’t touch.”

“I didn’t know my good girl was so bad,” he smirked “you still wanna suck your professor’s cock?”

“Please!” you cried out, desperate for mouth to be on any part of him.

“Open wide, kitten,” he instructed, before shoving his cock in. “Oh fuck! Do you know how many times I’ve thought of you taking my cock in that pretty little mouth? You take it so well,” he grunted, doing his best to let you control the situation and not face fuck you.

Andy could only let you stay in control for so long. The moment you started gagging on him, he knew he was done for. “Lay down and open those pretty legs for me,” he breathed out, once he got you off of his cock. “Gonna fuck you so good, I’ll ruin you for ever other man.”

“Please destroy my pussy,” you whined, ignoring all the voices telling you to run away as fast as you could.

“Fuck!” Andy hissed, slowly pushing his way into you as you wrapped your arms around him and held on tight. “You’re so fucking tight! Gonna have to fuck this beautiful pussy a few times so you can used to me,” he huffed, bottoming out.

“Jesus Christ!” you cried, getting lost in the pleasurable pain that was him stretching you out.

“So perfect for me,” Andy grunted, slowly starting to move within you. “How are you so....fuck, this is better than anything I’ve ever imagined. I’ve been dreaming of this for so long...now you’re all mine!”

“Fuck, don’t stop! You feel so good!”

“Yeah? Shawn ever fill you up this much?”

“Never!” you whimpered, tightening your grip. “I don’t think I can...fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

“Give it to me, kitten,” he demanded, pounding harder and harder into your pussy. “Coat my cock with your sweet cum,” he whispered hotly against your ear, before licking and biting on it.

“Fuck! Andy!” you cried out, coming undone almost on command.

“I love you so much,” he moaned, clenching his eyes shut, trying to hold back his own release. “I’m gonna show you over and over again just how much I love you. You want that baby? You want me to fuck you senseless?”

“Fuck Andy,” you whined, clawing at his back “please do it! I wanna feel you cum deep inside my pussy! Show me how much you love me,” you pleaded, part of you in disbelief at the words leaving your mouth.

“Do you love me, baby?” he asked breathlessly, opening his eyes to meet your gaze.

You wanted to lie so bad but he was literally fucking the truth out of you. “So much, Andy. I don’t wanna fight it anymore! I...I don’t care if you ruin me for anyone else! I just....fuck Andy, just like that! I just want to love and feel you, only you!” you whimpered, before pulling him closer to you for a passionate and powerful kiss.

Andy fucked you into sunrise that night; only stopping to make you beg. When you woke up later that afternoon, he was still sound asleep. You quickly snuck out of the room and got dressed as quick as you could, trying your best to ignore the guilt you felt when you saw Professor Daniel’s sweatpants on the floor by the sofa. While you were on your way home, after you snuck out, she called you and asked you how your night went. You kept the facade up the entire call, pretending that you had gone to sleep almost instantly.

When you got back to your apartment, you broke down cried for hours. You showered and tried to scrub the previous night off of you, but you knew that you’d never be able to. That night would live in your memory forever.

Andy let you ignore him for two days before he showed up at your apartment and claimed you in your own little kitchen.

He spent the rest of Winter Break with you and you almost let yourself forget that you were a homewrecker. He truly didn’t want just sex from you. He took an interest in the shows you liked, made you dinner, took you out to different jazz clubs and nice restaurants, and indulged in your silly obsession with ‘Mad Libs’. It really felt like you two were a happy couple...until Winter Break was over.

Then Professor Daniels came back and you were forced to remember how terrible you truly were.

The sight of them together made you truly sick and angry. Angry mainly with yourself, because how could you have been so stupid? However, you were also angry with Professor Daniels for being with Andy, because he was yours. He made a habit of telling you that every time you two had sex that you both belong to one another. However, if that was the case, then why hadn’t he broken up with her?

This thought only made you more fed up with yourself, because you fell for it. You became one of the women you always made fun of. The type of woman your dad chased around and cheated on his young brides with.

“Fuck you, Andy!” you yelled, as he pleaded with you to just hear him out, as he followed you around your small apartment. “I don’t want to hear it! You parade her around in public and fuck me senseless when no one’s looking, right?! I’m the stupid little college side piece, right?! Jesus, you have me furious with the one person who gives a fuck about me!”

“I give-”

“Don’t! Don’t fucking tell me you give a shit about me when you have me going through this!”

“Y/N, please just listen to me,” he begged, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” you yelled, turning around and slapping him hard across the face. “Get out!”

“Do it again,” Andy said lowly after a beat “slap me again.”

You slapped him again but harder, “I said to get out!”

“Do it again,” he growled.

*SLAP* “Get-” you were cut off by Andy’s lips crashing into yours.

He shoved you against the wall and kissed you again. “I almost went to jail for you Kitten, , and you’re gonna stand here and tell me I don’t care about you?” growled, pinning your hands above your head. “Those fucking diamonds around your neck aren’t proof that I love you?”

“I don’t care about the fucking diamonds!” you spat! “Love me only and stop making me a second choice!”

“I will figure it out! It’s not the right time and you know it,” he muttered against your neck,using one hand to force your pants and panties down before undoing his own pants. “You want to hurt her?”

“We’re already hurting her!” you snapped, hating how desperate your body was for him. “This is wrong and it needs to stop!” you yelled, fighting against him to no avail.

In one swift move, Andy used his free hand to force your legs around his waist before plunging into you. “We won’t stop this because we can’t stop it. I’m a selfish fuck and I’m not going to give you up. We will be together once I figure out how to do it and can hurt her as little as possible,” he grunted, each thrust coming harder and harder.

“Andy,” you moaned, arching your back to feel as much of him as possible “we can’t....fuck! This is...holy shit, this is wrong!”

“It’s not so wrong when I fuck you senseless in the back of the library is it?” he questioned as he shoved two fingers into to your tightest hole.

“Oh my God!” you mewled, leaning your head back against the wall.

“How about when I fuck you in the bathroom at your job, hmm? Or when I have you exploding all over my desk at work? Does it feel so bad then?”

“Shit!” you cried out. You hated how he made you feel so good and so terrible at the same time.

“Or how about last week, huh?”

“Don’t,” you moaned, finally making eye contact with him.

“When I fucked you right after she left. Making me tell you that your pussy is better than hers. Was it wrong then? Cause you were begging like a pretty little whore while you were bouncing up and down on my cock!” he grunted, feeling your walls clench around him as you tried to fight off your release. “Oh? You like that memory? Tell me which part you like the best: the part where I told you that this pussy was the best I’ve ever had, or the part where you were on your knees for me as soon as you locked the door? Maybe, it’s just the fact that she didn’t know I was there and had no clue that I had you calling me Daddy all day,” he taunted, feeling you clench around him again. “Oh, that’s it. You love it don’t you?”

“No,” you mewled, refusing to accept that you were that awful of a person.  

“Yes you do, don’t try to deny it while I’m inside you,” he grunted, finger fucking your ass faster. “You love that I can’t quit you and you can’t quit me. No matter how terrible you feel, you love the fact that I keep choosing you over her!”

“You clearly...shit! You don’t choose me! I’m still playing...playing second fiddle to her!”

“She plays second fiddle to you! Who do you think I’m thinking of when I fuck her? Do you know how close I’ve come to moaning your name when I’m inside her? Fuck, I can’t even get it up without thinking of you! Do you know how sick that makes me? I am constantly choosing you...fuck! I will make this right,” he grunted, as you came undone all over his cock, sending him off into his own earth shattering orgasm. He leaned his head against your chest and took a moment to catch his breath. “I promise you that I will make this right, I just...I just need time,” he panted.

That conversation had happened almost 8 months ago. You kept letting it slide, because he kept promising you that things would change. It didn’t matter how terrible you felt after sex or how loved you felt after every date, because he would choose you. He always promised he would choose you, so you waited and hung on to his every word.

You fooled yourself into thinking that every thing was fine until, Professor Daniels showed at your apartment in tears.

“I know he’s cheating, Y/N. I just know it! I’ve found panties that aren’t mine on more than one occasion, there were lipstick smears on his pillow last night, and he’s distant. He’s so fucking distant!”

“Just calm down, please,” you begged, grabbing tissues and ignoring the extreme guilt you were feeling. How could he have been so careless? So heartless? How could you be so heartless? “Have you talked to him about it?”

“He won’t talk to me! He just swears the underwear is mine and that I’m making something out of nothing! I know the kind of clothes I wear and I would never wear anything like that!” she sobbed before harshly blowing her nose. “It’s probably that little slut, Samantha. She sleeps with all of the professors,” she sniffed.

“Michelle, don’t do that! Why don’t you just leave him?”

“Because I love him, Y/N,” she sobbed, looking you in the eyes. “I love him so much and I just can’t walk away.”

And that’s how you wound up in Andy’s apartment. Waiting for him to get off the phone, you play with your hands and take a deep breath. Last night made you certain that whatever was going on between you and Andy needs to come to an end.

“Hey, I thought I wasn’t see you until later,” he smiles, walking in ready to kiss you, but you back away.

“We can’t do this anymore, Andy,” you say softly, looking towards your feet.

“Y/N-”

“No Andy,” you interrupt, taking a deep breath “she came over last night and cried to me for hours about how she knows you’re cheating on her and how much she loves you and can’t bring herself to walk away. How could you leave my underwear lying around? Not change the pillow covers? Christ Andy!”

“I figured she’d see it and hate me, leave, and you’d be in the clear,” he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just wanted you to be in the clear,”

“Andy,” you sigh, blinking back tears “she should hate me. It’s the least of what I deserve. What we’ve been doing is so incredibly...I hate myself. What the fuck were we thinking?! What are we doing?! I was so stupid-”

“Y/N, don’t do this to yourself,” Andy interrupts. “I made you do this and-”

“Oh come on, don’t do that. Don’t try to shield me. You may be the older one, but we’re both adults,” you scoff. “You didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to do. No, I fell in love with someone who was with someone else, someone who means the world to me, and I chose that over her. I was so desperate for everything you made me feel...your love, but I can’t be with you, Andy. Being with you means she’s out of my life for good. My happiness has to come at the expense of her broken heart? What kind of a monster does that make me?” you question, tears finally falling from your eyes.

“Please, we can figure this out-”

“Andy, there’s nothing to figure out! There’s no way I can have you both in my life and it’s my selfishness that that led to this. They’re so many times I could have and should have walked away, but I just...this would have been so much easier if it was just sex. I could have walked away months ago, but no. I love you and maybe I always have, but this...”

“Y/N, I already told you. I didn’t even mean for her and I to end up together!”

“But you did-”

“Only because it felt like the right thing! I thought I could be with her and all of this would go away! I’d be with someone my own age and would stop obsessing over you! Fuck, none of this was supposed to go this way!” Andy sighed, his own tears starting to spill over as he ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

“Andy...I can’t do this. I don’t deserve you and I sure as shit don’t deserve to have her in my life. This can’t go on anymore, Andy. We’ve done enough damage,” you sob quietly, as you come to terms with the decision yourself. “Thank you...for loving me, showing me what it’s like to be actually loved...I’m sorry,”

“Y/N, after some time-”

“I just don’t think I can take anymore of this,” a voice comes from the spare bedroom. The door opens to reveal a teary eyed Professor Daniels.

“Michelle,” you gasp, covering your mouth. “Michelle please...I-”

“Just...just tell me every thing, from the beginning,”

“I just-”

“Not from you,” she snaps coldly “from you,” she breathes as her attention turns to Andy.

He takes a deep breath and runs his hands through his hair, again. “It’s only right, take a seat and I’ll tell you everything.”

~~

@whxre4cevans, @sweetflowerdreams, @itsbrittany425,

[definitelyseven]

deal | eleven

summary: when your step-mom unexpectedly offers you a deal you can’t resist, you decide to give her a taste of her own medicine by seducing her potential suitor, Im Jaebum.

one (m) | two | three (m) | four (m) | five | six (m) | seven | eight (m) | nine | ten | eleven | twelve (m) | thirteen | fourteen | fifteen | sixteen | seventeen - final |

The trip with you was supposed to be a couple of days only, but with her it lasted a week. After that night, you immediately went back to your room, packed your things and left Taiwan. It was obvious you were not wanted, and him staying in Taiwan for a week only proved you right. 

“I’m glad you transferred,” Jackson smiled as he handed you a file. 

You smiled back at him softly. “Are you sure it’ll be alright with Mr. Im?”

“Jaebum’s stubborn and sometimes unreasonable, but he’s my best friend. We’ll get over it,” he reassured you. You nodded before heading towards the door. 

“I need to talk to you,” Jaebum said barging into Jackson’s office. He was back in the office today. “Can you give us a minute?” he asked Jackson. Jackson nodded, stepping out of his office to give you both some privacy. The both of you stood their awkwardly, looking at the floor.

“Is there something I can help you with Mr. Im?” you asked professionally. 

“You left.”

You chuckled softly, “What was I supposed to do? Stay and watch you love her?”

Jaebum was shocked by your response. “I can explain,” he said walking towards you. You stepped back, lifting your hands up as a sign for him not to come any closer. “I didn’t have a choice.”

“There are always choices, Jaebum. It all depends on what you pick.”

“She’s my fiancé.”

You chuckled softly again at his excuse. “I know that. I know she’s your fiancé and I have no right to be mad or upset. I’m the home wrecker. I deserve it but I didn’t deserve to be humiliated like that.”

The thought of him making love to her haunted you. Every time you closed your eyes, you hear him moaning her name. His words engraved into your mind - “I’ll fucking get you pregnant.”

“That was never my intention,” he explained.

“Sometimes we say or do things with no intent on hurting people, but it does. And it doesn’t mean it hurts any less,” you said getting emotional. Not only were you constantly reminded of it, your heart stung every time. It became hard to breathe and your stomach felt like it was in knots 24/7. 

“How can I make it up to you?” he asked sincerely.

“I don’t think you can,” you revealed. She’s his fiancé. He was only doing what couples do.

“I never meant for this to happen. I honestly thought,” he begin to say before you interrupted him.

“You thought it would work out? That I would be your secret mistress forever? Let’s be honest with ourselves Jae. This was fun but it was never going to work out.”

“You’re right. I just didn’t expect it turn out like this. I thought we would be able to talk it out, ends things mutually when the time came.”

“No matter what I say you’re still going to marry her,” you realized.

You had to be honest with yourself. He’s too loyal to leave her. She’s his best friend.

“You don’t love her,” you whimpered. “If you love her as much as you say you do, you wouldn’t be sleeping around,” you exposed. 

“I do love her,” he admitted. 

“You don’t love her. You love the idea of having a mother for Minguk and that shows how selfish you are. The both of you are selfish.”

“How are we selfish?” he asked rhetorically. “I’m doing this for my son.”

“Have you ever thought how that would make Eunbi feel? You’re only with her so she can be the mother of your son - that’s not love. And I can’t be the only one that sees right through her.”

“She knows I love her.” 

“You don’t love her like you loved your dead girlfriend,” you said honestly.

“Don’t you dare talk about her,” he spatted, charging towards you. Jaebum pushes you against the wall, the back of your head hitting the corner of the bookshelf. You winced in pain. “I swear to God if you talk about her again,” he warned. He was angry with you; angry enough to hurt you. You tried to push him off you but he was too strong. 

“Would she want her to be Minguk’s mother?” you continued to speak. “Would she be proud of what you’re doing?”

“I said stop fucking talking about her,” he threatened. His grip on your arms tightened - so tight that you were sure he’d leave a mark.

“Jae you’re hurting me,” you said squirming in his arms. “Jae!” you screamed causing Jackson to run in. 

“Jae let her go!” he shouts from across the room. Jaebum ignores him, his eyes staring straight into yours. Jackson makes his way over to you.

“I’m okay,” you whimpered, looking at Jackson. Jackson stops moving towards you. He quickly runs back to shut the door, knowing you didn’t want other people in the office to find out what was happening in here. Jackson stayed in the room with you to make sure you were okay. 

“If we’re so bad then what are you? How are you any different than her?” he accused.

You took a deep breath in, calming yourself down. “The fact that you think I’m anything like her shows how much you didn’t know me. You only cared for me when you needed my body,” you sobbed quietly, afraid that people on the other side might hear.

“I know one thing different about her. The difference is I’ve known her all my life. Even if she was after my money, I know she will help me take care of Minguk. You? I’m not so sure.”

“It was never about the money,” you whispered. 

It never was. It wasn’t even about him. It was about seeking revenge against her; the woman that stole everything from you.

“I’m so stupid,” you whispered to yourself with tears clouding in your eyes. “I was so stupid to think even for a second that you liked me back.”

“It’s not that I didn’t like you,” he began to explain, his grip loosening. “You’re just not her. She’s my best friend. She’s my fiancé.”

“It doesn’t matter what I am to you anymore. I’m done,” you whispered with pearls of tears in your eyes that were threatening to fall. “I don’t want to play this game anymore.”

Jaebum nodded slowly because he knew there was nothing he could do or say to make you change your mind. He had no intentions of making you stay either. “You don’t have to transfer departments. We can still work together.”

“Maybe you can. But I can’t,” you revealed. “I can’t look at you and pretend that everything is okay between us. I can’t look at you and pretend we didn’t share a bed together.”

You should’ve known better. What did you expect would happen when you played with fire?

“Why Jackson? You don’t even know him,” Jaebum tried to convince. 

You shook your head, “I don’t even know you. At the end of the day we’re just fuck buddies.” You didn’t care if Jackson found out what you really were at this point. Jaebum finally lets you go because you were right.

“Jae I think it’s time for you to leave,” Jackson said. Jaebum straightens out his suit, gathering himself together before clearing his throat. He looks at you and then at Jackson before leaving his office. “Are you alright?”

“You can’t tell anyone,” you whimpered. 

“Are you alright, Y/N?” he asked again. 

“Promise me. Tell me you won’t tell anyone.”

“I promise,” Jackson said comforting you. 

You fiddle with the food on your plate - pushing it around, uneasy. “There’s something I want to say,” you announced. Jaebum and Eunbi looked up from their plates. “I’ve been thinking about moving out.”

“Oh that’s great!” Eunbi said ecstatically. 

“Why?” Jaebum asked.

“You guys are getting married soon. You need your privacy and I need my freedom.” 

You don’t want to play this game anymore - not with her and certainly not with him. So you lose - you admit you lost.

“I didn’t expect that,” Eunbi said breaking out of character for a second. “But I’m all for independence.” Jaebum remained silent while Eunbi couldn’t hold in her excitement.

For a second, you thought Jaebum would have said something to make you stay but he didn’t. You laughed at yourself before chugging a glass of wine in the wine cellar. 

“When are you leaving?” someone said behind you, making you jump.

“Tomorrow,” you whispered. 

“Where are you moving to?” Jaebum said making his way towards you. He grabs the bottle of wine and refills your glass before pouring himself a glass. “To Jackson’s?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your concern anymore,” you said frankly. 

"Do I have any say in this?” Jaebum asked, slightly raising his voice. 

“Nope,” you responded, chugging your glass of wine. You set your glass down and walked past him to go back to your room. He grabs your hand and pushes you against the wall again. “What? Are you trying to hurt me again?” 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, rubbing the area where he gripped you too hard this morning. “Does it hurt?”

“Now you care?” you asked, upset. Jaebum strokes your arm with his thumb. His touch made you weak and your stomach churn with butterflies. 

“It doesn’t hurt as much as your heart hurts, right?” he asked rhetorically. Your heart stung every time you were around him, but it seemed like you were immune to this pain. It hurts, but it won’t kill you. In fact, you craved this pain because it made you feel something. He strokes your cheeks with his thumb. “Don’t be mad at me,” he whispered. “Please baby...” he cooed. 

“Don’t...” you mumbled once you feel his lips on your cheek. Tears formed in your eyes as he traces his fingers across your skin. 

“Does this make it better?” he asked as he leaves subtle kisses on the bruises on your arm. You don’t respond. “What about this?” he asked again, kissing your cheek and down your neck. 

“We can’t do this anymore,” you whimpered with tears in your eyes. 

“You and I both know it can never be our last time,” he tries to convince. 

“It has to be,” you tell him, reaching for his hand that was stroking your cheek. “It cannot be good for either of us and I know I’m the one who will end up getting hurt.”

“I would never hurt you,” he said, ignoring how your hand pushed him away.

“But you already did,” you reminded. He hurt you emotionally and physically. How could he say he would never hurt you out loud?

a little to note from jennie: forgive or forget? let me know if you would forgive or if you would forget him!

also did you see got7′s new teaser image? <3

[kisakunt]

u and ur friends man i swear some of y’all be gatekeeping some of my fav characters and i’m like hm yeah and then i step back and respect it. “u don’t know him like i do” u r correct hope u have a good day then i go on my way cause i’m not a home wrecker

LMFAOOOO “and then i step back and respect it.” god bless you tetta gonna have to sit back for a sec bc i’m boutta kiss you hard

@shujiphoria I THINK THIS AB U AND ME SHORTY

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Just some of my random kpop thoughts 😆

I’m originally Hyunjin biased but then Felix started bias wrecking me and now I think I’ve completely swerved into Lee knows lane. For some reason I’ve been watch Lee knows Vlogs and his Vlives and they’ve been so comforting that now I think he might be my SKZ bias. So I guess I’ll just except my fate as Dancerach trash 🙃

I’m a Jihoon (treasure) bias but recently I’ve been watching some content and was biased wrecked by Yoshi. He is so cute 🥰

I’m so happy to watch GoSe with all the members again. Seeing Hao and Jun laughing with the rest of the boys made my heart so warm 🥺

Also I don’t know if I will ever recover from SKZ’s Venom.

- 🫒

Baby I love your random thoughts lmao😂😂

Okay so, Danceracha are legit the biggest bias-wreckers in SKZ and I'm seriously not kidding. My original bias was Hyunjin (I got into them when he visited GOT7 on Weekly Idol back in 2019), but then it shifted to Felix after the "Uwu" incident (I'm still so soft for him). It stayed that way for a short while until I fell for Chan. It was in Miroh era but I didn't realize it then. Instead, I realized it only months before God's Menu and he's been my bias ever since😂

Yoshi is wrecking everyone lmao and I'm seriously enjoying it😂😂I personally just can't move away from Jihoon--- He has such a strong hold on me and I wouldn't want it any other way💕My original bias (I think I've I've you this before) was Jeongwoo, but I'm never trusting him again after he said his name is actually Jungwoo😂😂😂😂😂😭😭😭😭And there's obviously Hyunsuk💕

I know right??? I missed my OT13 Wednesdays so much😭And Hao and Hoshi hugging each other in that extra af way of theirs made me smile so much!! And then when they were forcing Hao to be angry and he just couldnt- and Jun forgot his entry and came in late and I was like, "Welcome home💕." Also, Hao danced to Horangi Power at Caratland today--- istg that guy is the biggest supporter of Hoshi's tiger agenda😂😂

And Venom is chef's kiss I swear to god--

[ggreactionsandscenarios]

hii, can i please request a yoohyeon fluff? wherein she and the reader hasn't seen each other for a while due to conflicts with schedule. Then the reader comes home one day, not expecting yoohyeon to be there as well then they spend the whole night chatting and maybe a little makeout sesh?? Thank youuu 💜

Yoohyeon x Reader

Night at home 🔞

As you were walking home, you thought about what you were going to eat once arrived. Your day had been pretty tiring so you weren't really motivated to cook anything fancy.

You tried to remember the last time you went out for dinner, the last time you went on a dinner date with your girlfriend.

Thinking about it, you came to the realisation that you actually haven't saw your girlfriend for almost a month. The thought made you miss her even more, lately her schedule was so heavy that she couldn't even leave the company for the night.

So when you opened the front door of your shared apartment you didn't expect your girlfriend to be there, sat on the floor playing with Pie. The sound of her barking would usually make you laugh but this time you were too shocked to even react.

Pie heard your steps and came greet you, you would have respond to the little dog if your eyes weren't glued to the figure of your beautiful girlfriend looking at you with a big smile on her face.

"Are you not going to greet me too ? Or maybe you prefer to keep staring ? I mean it's okay I would have done the same if I had me as my girlfriend."

Once finally realizing Yoohyeon was really home you run in her arms straddling her lap in the same time. She caught you easily, caressed your back in a slow path and kissed your shoulder before whispering in your ears.

"I missed you too Y/N."

You stayed there, in the comfort of her arms for quite awhile, before your stomach reminded you that you didn't have dinner yet. Yoohyeon was fast to tease you about it.

"Time to feed the bear I see. Let's go !"

She startled you by standing up while you were still in her arms, she brought you to the dinner table and made you sit on one of the chairs.

That's when you finally noticed the delicious smell floating in the air. In front of you were a well dressed table, a bouquet of flowers set in the center and few candles here and there. Yoohyeon came back from the kitchen where you didn't even know she was gone in the first place and she disposed your favourite dish right in front of you.

"Bon appétit, sweetheart."

And that's when you realized how much you really missed her, without her your life was so blank and monotone. Yoohyeon sure was a perfect soon to be wife when she was there. When she noticed the way you were looking at her Yoohyeon winked at you before signalling you to eat while it's still hot.

You had an amazing meal and you both crawled into bed feeling so full at the end of it. Still you weren't sleepy anymore you had so many things to discuss with your girlfriend, a whole month of little stories to tell.

"And guess what Siyeon answered to Sua ?"

"I don't know, oh no did she found worse ?"

"Oh yes she did, that stupid wolf said 'Do you want to bite my lip again ?'."

"How come nobody figure out they're dating seriously ? There are some many clues."

"I don't know haha but they're definitely teasing insomnias with their actions."

Yoohyeon was looking at the ceiling while chuckling at an other memory of her friends behaviour. And you, you had your eyes glued to her features once again.

You nudged the side of her neck with your nose, getting closer to your long time gone girlfriend and she put her arm around you. She kissed the tip of your nose before doing the same to your forehead.

"Good night angel."

God did you miss those little rituals before sleep and you thought that maybe they were the reasons you couldn't sleep properly without her.

The next day you woke up by the smell of pancakes lingering in the air. The bed was cold but knowing your girlfriend it didn't make you lose your smile. Yoohyeon and the art of feeding you was a long lasting love story, sometimes you wondered if she learned it from Jiu and the way she was feeding the members like a mom.

However you would never complain about that part of your girlfriend since it was so sweet of her.

You got up happy and excited at the idea of delicious food for breakfast. As you approached you heard Scream intro start and of course your girlfriend appear sliding with her socks on the floor and well of course already screaming Jiu's part.

You thank your appetite for having wake you up before that scream would've because even though Yoohyeon has a beautiful voice, her screaming was only pleasing in bed and when it involve you between her legs.

You lower the volume of the music because yes you did have neighbours even if your girlfriend tend to forget.

"But baby it was the best part ! My part !"

You kissed her pouting lips before heading to the fridge to get your favourite beverage.

"Okay I guess kisses are better anyway."

You chuckled when she came tickle you from behind. It was easy to make Yoohyeon stop sulking with kisses but make her stop kissing you was harder.

"Come on let's to go to the table and eat breakfast, I'm hungry."

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You didn't have to wait for long to hear Yoohyeon complain and refuse to let you go.

"I'm hungry too but I already found what I'm going to eat and it's not on the table, yet."

The way her nails met your hips wasn't the only thing that turned you on when she made you face her. The way she kissed your lips, her tongue dancing with yours was way more appealing and exciting than you remembered.

When Yoohyeon blocked you against the counter she couldn't restrain herself from checking you out and smirking.

"Damn I missed my girlfriend."

That was the only thing she said before grabbing your thighs and making you sit on the table. She undressed you, leaving you in your big oversized T-shirt, she liked the idea of taking you half dressed in the middle of the kitchen.

Her kisses got down on your neck, sucking and biting it from time to time. Her hands though were still on your thigh, drawing small patterns on it with her thumbs. You wished those circular patterns were drawn somewhere else so bad.

At the only thought of it your thighs pressed themself against each other, needy for more. Yoohyeon being the teasing brat she was, let a chuckle seeing you were starting to get desperate.

"Getting wet down there I see, maybe you need something from me ?"

Of course she had to make you beg for it. Nevermind you complied, too turned on to fight against her.

"Please make me cum, Yoohyeon."

Yoohyeon got on her knees and without losing anymore time she licked your clit making you moan in release. Of course your girlfriend had to be a sex goddess and make you cum ridiculously fast.

She gave you one last lick before standing up and kissing you on the lips while you were still panting.

"Let's eat breakfast now !"

You swear this girl would be the death of you one day.

Hi. Yoohyeon being my bias wrecker I can't refuse any of this so here it is. Hope you like it, give feedback 😁 Don't hesitate to request again and sorry for the time it took me, please forgive a fellow 02' liner 😅💙-Ael