#speedy x slack

[courtillyy]

moodboard: speedy x slack (homies smp s1)

[ncroissant]

HEAR ME OUT ON SUB! HUSBAND! FRANCIS AND DOPPELGÄNGER READER I BEG OF YOU AJAJSHSBDBJSEHE

sub! husband! francis mosses x dom! doppelgänger! gn! reader

summary: phone sex with needy francis mosses (pt. 2 here)

wc: 1.6k

content warning: nsfw, praise, dirty talk, exhibitionism kinda (security camera on him), slight nipple play, masturbation

author's note: thank u for the great ask anon :) i had so many ideas with this one, but this one stuck the most hehe >:) sorry for literally taking so long on this, writer's block is a bitch!! hope you guys enjoyed this one !! not proofread, minors pls dni !!

it was just a quick one-two, in and out of this man's apartment.

you just needed a reason to stay in this person's apartment until you established your place. you'd act like his loving, doting partner, working their job then living their best life. that was the plan.

but here you were, complaining about their life like it was yours.

things were getting boring in the security office. there was no one to deny because you let your fellow doppelgängers in. plus, it was a weekend so no one wanted to be home today.

in contrast, something you did like about living your copy's life was your new husband. he'd come home earlier from deliveries just to wait for you to come through the front door. dinner ready, table set, plants watered. he was such a sweetheart, always tending to your needs.

unexpectedly, as domineering as he seemed, he was actually more needy in the bedroom. always needing guidance, extra attention and someone to boss him around. that's what got his dick rising.

so when you decided to phone his apartment, knowing it was off day, he was quick to pick up.

"hi dovie! how's work?" he had a little lilt in his voice, acting like he didn't stamper to the phone, knowing it was you. he wasn't one to give out his apartment number.

you chuckled at his speedy response, leaning back in your chair. "hi lover boy. it's going..." you trailed off, checking the window for any customers. "you miss me?"

"mhm. always miss you," he nodded, holding the phone tightly in his grasp. "when're coming home, hm?" like a puppy waiting for its owner to come home.

"miss you too, honey. my shift ends at 6. three more hours to go!" you cheered sarcastically, staring at the clock as you watched the hands tick. "you alright all by yourself?" you asked, pulling out a notepad.

you had a habit of doodling when francis spoke, he always loosened up when it came to you. "kinda. i miss you lots though. think 'm gonna read a book later," he rambled, though there was a distinct sound of rustling on his side.

"is that so? what book where you thinking of reading?" you placed the phone between your chin and shoulder, trying to find a pen. it was silent for a bit, but the rustling persisted. "francie? you still there?"

"oh, sorry," he cleared his throat, almost as if he was snapping himself out of a trance. "mmm, i-i don't know..." he was huffing softly, you could almost feel him breathing in your ear through the phone.

you were quick to put two and two together. "francie...are you doing something you shouldn't be doing?"

he almost let out a whimper, the rustling making much more sense. "'m sorry..." he sighed, the noisiness of his end coming to a full stop. "i-i was touchin' myself..."

as if it wasn't obvious already: his panting, his rustling. "'s okay, honey. do you need help?" he flushed at your suggestion, toying with the zipper on his slacks.

"b-but you're at work. don't wanna distract you," he mumbled, his thighs squeezing together at the thought of you guiding him to an orgasm.

"work's slow today. entertain me, honey," you chuckled, your laugh making his ears tingle. "want me to help you cum, hm?"

he nodded, forgetting that you couldn't see him. the blush on his face travelled from his ears to his cheeks, down to his neck and back. it was a sight you'd pay to see. "is your cock still in your hand, honey?"

"no, i was just rubbing through my pants..." he shyly confessed, feeling his bulge throb.

"m'kay, take off your pants and underwear and hold out your cock," you instructed, completely abandoning your doodles. "tell me what you were doing to yourself while i was talkin' to you, honey."

you heard shuffling against, fabric against skin. "mmm, well, hearin' y'r voice made my tummy feel funny. then i felt my cock feel tight in m'pants, hngh," he explained, his zipper quickly freeing his cock.

"s-so then i jus' started touching myself a lil'. just through my pants 'n shirt, nothin' else!" he defended himself, but his revelation made you smirk.

"playing with your chest too, hm?" you repeated, a wide grin plastered on your face. "is your cock in your hand now?"

"mhm!"

his hand was gripping at the base of his cock, squeezing it to get some sort of friction. he was kneeling on the couch, legs slightly spread, his balls rubbing against the cool leather underneath.

"why don't you start making yourself feel good, honey? stroke it nice and slow for me, yeah?" you cooed.

he did as you said, no questions asked, stroking at his already hard cock as slowly as he could. "'n then why not you keep playing with your chest for me too? since you had no problem doing it earlier."

"mngh...o-okay...!" he squeaked, his hips rutting into his hand. he quickly placed a hand on his chest, rubbing his nub with a waving hand motion. "o-ooh! 's so-"

"you really like that, huh? like when people play with your perky chest," you taunted, feeling your own chest feel heated.

you almost wanted to join him, but the security cameras in your office made you think otherwise. "i wanna go up there and fuck you, honey. you like that too?" you whispered, making him moan.

"mhm, mhm! c-come up, hn, please!" he begged, his hand picking up its pace. his slick was sticking to his hand, slowly gathering at the tip of his cock. "miss you, dovie! miss you lots, aagh!"

you could only imagine how pathetic he looked. legs spread, weeping cock in hand, nipples poking through his shirt. he would be waiting for you so patiently, waiting for you to come home with his cock rubbing against the carpet floors.

you felt yourself leaning too far forward, accidentally pressing a random button on your panel. francis' moans filled your ears, but a certain image popped up on the security camera feed.

your husband on full display.

"francie, can you look to your left a little?" you ushered him to look towards the camera in disbelief at your discovery.

he obeyed your orders almost instantly, making you smile. he was in the direction of the camera, but not looking at it directly. he was completely unaware of the it, as much as you were.

but despite the strangeness of it all, you wanted to use it to your advantage.

"lay on your back f'me, honey. make sure your legs are spread wide open," you instructed, watching him meekly get into position. "i want that shirt unbuttoned and your pants to your ankles."

he hastily got undressed, his hand cupping his left breast. you wanted to cum at the sight of your pretty husband all open up from you, waiting for your next command.

"what's next, dovie? what do you want to do to me?" he innocently asked, his freehand hooking under his thigh to pull it up to his chest.

you grinned evilly, looking at the lewd position he was in, fantasizing what you should do next. "i want you to keep stroking at your cock, and playing with your chest."

and he followed instructions so well. he'd stick his fingers in his mouth before rolling his spit covered digits around his nipple. then he'd stroke at his cock, the desperation to cum more evident on his face.

the way his brows knits and sweat rolled down his temples made it clear that he was close. all this while the phone was wedge between his shoulder and ear, making every moan very audible.

"don't slow down, honey. i need you to keep stroking until you cum." you scolded, seeing how tired his wrist was getting as he got closer.

"o-oooh 'kay! 'm t-tryin' my best, haaagh! hand's getting a lil' tired, dovie, mmngh!" his lewd moans slipped out, as his hips shook from the speed he was stroking at.

his eyes were screwed shut, drool dripping down his lips at the thought of you praising him. "'m cumming soon, dovie! h-have to cum soon, unngh!" he panted, fucking into his fist.

you chuckled at his desperation, closely looking at your husband squirming on the couch, curtains wide open for the world to see the little slut you were hiding away.

"'m not seeing you pinching your nipples, honey," you scolded, making him tense up.

he did what you asked for, tugging at the tips of his nubs, but your comment made his dick tighten. "hnnnghh! y-you can see me?" his back arched against the couch, the view of his dick getting closer to the overhead security cam.

"o-oooGHH! c-CUMMING! cumming, dovie! 's coming out, hnnnghhh!" he exclaimed, cum shooting out of his tip, staining the entirety of his face and the couch.

although the feed was in black and white, you could see the splotches of cum that coated your couch and the way his clothes darkened from the wetness.

"such a good boy, honey. did so well f'me," you praised, chuckling at the way he twitched in his spot, unmoving. "you g'na wait until i get up there and fuck you properly, huh?"

he nodded mindless, huffing loudly into the phone.

suddenly, someone walked up to the window. "entry request and id, please," you disregarded the lewd image in front of you, returning back to your job.

he felt himself cum again just from the sight of your professionalism. you were so sexy when you were on the job. his orgasm came too quicky, his cock throbbing at the loss of cum.

"n-need you to f-fuck me, dovie, hn..." francis moaned into the phone, making you blush. you mindlessly looked through the person's papers, paying no mind to accuracy.

you let them through with no questions before gripping at the phone. "'m leavin' early. just for you, francie," you growled into the phone, feeling yourself get worked up.

"be ready in 5. i'm comin' up."

[lovelywyenn]

“Demon Doll”

★Muzan Kibutsuji x demon fem!Reader★ Synopsis★Muzan hates when you play with his favorite toy★ Includes★Edging, clit rubbing, wet pussy, crying, slight objectification★ ★W.C★0.9k

“I-I’m sorry master” you sob, staring down at the demon between your legs. Muzan very rarely smiled but right now, his lips were curled into a sinister grin. It was like he got off on your fat tears. 

A wicked finger was rubbing on your clit. And he was so mean with it. Speedy fingers never even giving you a break from the incomprehensible pleasure. 

“Are you really sorry? Or are you just saying that because you got caught?”Muzan growls, slapping at your clit. He laughs at the way your hips jump. What a pathetic little thing you were.

“M Really sorry sir!”you whine, choking on a moan as he toyed with your pussy. He spelled his name on your clit, over, and over, and over again. As if you didn’t know your whole existence belonged to him already. 

Muzan just tsks at you, “first time walk in here and your playing with my favorite toy with our asking” he says, “and now you're lying to me”

“I usually kill people for touching what's mine you should feel lucky all I am doing is denying you release” he sneers. 

But of course you're barely listening, there wasn't a thought in that pretty little head of yours other than the excitement of feeling your peak grow close again. 

You whine as Muzan pulls his hand away from you, cleaning off his fingers against the side of your thigh. 

And all you could do was cry. Whimper as tears fell down your face and the ache in your clit got worse. You would have taken anything and everything at that point. Just something to take away the almost painful displeasure at this point. 

You had been here, in Muzan's quarters nearly all night. Ankles flailing near your ears, hands holding your legs in place on the underside of your knee. The limbs were shaky by now, you were shaky by now. Craving any form of release your master might have the kindness of granting you. 

But he didn't seem to have a kick of mercy for you in his blackened heart. 

No, the sight of you like this below him was exciting. 

You were his best girl, loyal from the day he had turned you. Anything he asked of you was done flawlessly and with our question. You held no struggle like others, your only goal to serve your master just the way Muzan liked. 

And you were a gorgeous little thing, a pretty doll with booming tits and an ass Muzan could bite on for hours. 

The man didn't have many rules for you. Most were generic. Pledge allegiance to him or you die…never say his name… blah blah blah. 

Only you had an extra rule to follow. Never touch his favorite toy with our permission. 

But what did he enter his quarters and see? His doll stuffing her cunt with fingers he knew would never reach as deeply as he could. A thumb swiping over your clit with strokes that could never be as practiced as his. 

By the looks of you, you had been trying to get yourself for a while. Probably frustrated that you could do it right. 

Muzan would never forget the look of fear in your sharp eyes when he caught you red handed, it left him straining against his slacks. 

And seeing you crying from actual hours of torture, being denied from what you were promised over and over again, wasn't making his pants any more comfortable. He had half a mind to feel bad, to rub you into a state of euphoria. But he couldn't do that. What lesson would you ever learn? 

You hiccup as Muzan presses a finger back on your clit. Rubbing the bud in the right circles that had your tears starting up all over again. Because you knew, you just knew the pleasure would disappear soon. At this point, you were sure you wouldn't get your release until the sun came up. 

As much as Muzan wanted to peer up at your weepy eyes, he couldn't stop staring at your crying cunt. Such a messy girl you were, slick sliding down his fingers, stringing along your folds as he spreads the juices leaking out of you all over. 

He loved the way your hole twitched, desperate to be filled with something, anything to fulfill the pit full of pleasure that had been built up over the night. 

And his resolve slowly let's up. Maybe your insubordination had a decent enough explanation. It had been a while since he had played with his doll. He had shown you real pleasure after all. Curled his fingers just deep enough within you, rubbed your clothes expertly. 

Of course your cunt had grown greedy, wanting to be stuffed the same way he did so. 

He could learn to forgive you, after maybe another hour or two. Then he'd bury his head between your thighs and miss after your cunt until you were begging for the pleasure to stop. 

But until then, he'd let you whine sorry after sorry. Going insane as you say the same thing over and over again just for the result to be the same. 

~ Kinktober Masterlist|2024

[sheeple]

In the dark of the moon

Genre(s): Strangers to friends/crushes / 6th year / I tried to make it suspensfull Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Blaise Zabini x Reader Summary: While on a school assignment to an astronomy table, you and Blaise get attacked by something Warning(s): It's a bit scary? / Blaise being a dickhead at first A/n: Completing all those astronomy tables in Hogwarts Legacy was such a chore. Also!! it's so DAMN HARD TO FIND A NICE GIF OF BLAISE???? WTF [Masterlist]

When you picked astronomy as a subject, you expected to learn about stars, planets and constellations. Not trekking through the forest in the dark of the night, almost stumbling over tree roots that stick out of the ground. The worst thing of all is that Professor Sinistra paired the duo's.

Blaise walks in front of you, the tip of his wand lit as he treks up the hill where the blasted table is situated. He's quite speedy and you find it hard to keep up with his long legs.

Professor Sinistra had assigned a constellation to every astronomy table. The farther away from the castle, the more difficult they are. But higher the grade. And of course, Mister Blaise 'try-hard' Zabini signed you two up for the table the furthest away in Feltcroft. FELTCROFT.

It all wasn't that bad if Blaise wasn't such a stuck-up, holier-than-thou twat. The first thing he said to you when you got paired up was; "Don't slack off. I expect you to pull your weight in this project."

And it wouldn't be as bad if you didn't have the fattest, biggest crush on him. From the first time ever you've gotten paired with him to now, you constantly feel like you're making a fool of yourself.

The trip down there wasn't that bad. You could floo flame to the west of Hogwarts Valley until you had to walk the remainder of the way. It was around half past eleven when you finally reached the astronomy table, and you collapsed across it.

Luckily it's not cloudy otherwise the whole journey would be for nothing.

"Can you not?", asks Blaise irritated as he unpacks the supplies and puts his telescope into the holder on top of the stone table.

You give him a nervous side-eye but push yourself up to a seated position. "Who's idea was it again to walk such an abysmal distance?"

Blaise glares at you but remains silent, fine-tuning the telescope. You pull out your own gear and fiddle with it, checking the notes on where the constellation should be. After a while, you hop off the table and stand next to Blaise as he starts to look around the night sky.

By now you've realised that Blaise likes to work in silence and you're bored. It's supposed to be a group effort but the Slytherin boy does all the work without giving you a chance to contribute.

"What's your favourite colour?", you ask to break the silence.

The boy looks up from the telescope and slowly turns his head towards you. You cock your head to the side as he gives you a glare. "Why do you care?"

You can't help but roll your eyes. "I'm trying to strike up a conversation, seeing as we're stuck together until we both have found it." You motion towards the sky with your hand, making dramatic circles. "So... what's your colour?"

Raising your brows, you look at him expectantly. "Blue", he answers gruffly after a beat or two, his attention back towards the sky.

It's not much, but you're happy that he answered. Should you push your luck? Yeah, most definitely. "What shade?"

Blaise looks really done with you and the silence returns. You hear crickets and off in the distance a weird sound. You turn hastily around towards where the noise came from but see nothing. It's your imagination. Let's keep it on that. Just your imagination. Totally not something lurking in the distance.

After some more silence — and you slowly creeping closer to the Slytherin boy — it's your turn to find the constellation. But it's a lot harder than you expected. You search from left to right and zoom in and back, but you can't seem to catch a glimpse of the right stars.

The boy behind you sighs in exasperation. He lets you fumble around some more before he pushes you to the side and positions the telescope right. "There. Now look."

You feel the heat travel up to your cheeks as you lean back in. You can't help but make a small noise of frustration when you still can't find it. "I'm sorry, Blaise", you say with knitted brows, looking up at him with guilty eyes, "I'm afraid I'm no good partner after all..."

In the warm light of the torches, it almost seems like the harshness of his face relaxes a bit. "Here... If you just..." He motions for you to lean in towards the telescope and you do so.

Blaise moves close to you and with hesitant hands moves your head so you're positioned right and finally you see the constalation. "I see it! I see it! Is that Cassiopeia or-"

You excitedly turn your head to the side and your nose just barely mises Blaise's. Two pairs of wide eyes meet each other and you quickly look back through the peephole. From the corner of your eyes, you see him quickly take a step back and adjust the collar of his sweater.

"It's Lacerta", you whisper quietly, jotting it down on a piece of parchment with a quick sketch next to it.

Nothing more is said as the two of you pack up your things and slowly make your way downwards the slippery hill and onto the road back to school.

As you pass through a particular thick bit of forest, a shiver runs up your spine and you clutch the straps of your backpack tighter. "Blaise", you whisper, "I've got a weird feeling like we're being watched."

His eyes dart around and he slows in his steps so he's closer to you, his wand at the ready. He hums, a hand reaching out and pulling you behind him.

Suddenly, a howling way too close for your liking is heard behind you and a pair of glowing eyes reflect in the moonlight.

Taking slow steps back, Blaise grabs your hand and pulls you along with him as he breaks out in a sprint.

You can hardly keep up with his long legs. Stumbling over tree branches sticking out of the ground and whatnot, Blaise never lets go of your hand. Until you step into an unseen hole and a sickening crunch is heard followed by immense pain. You cry out and reach for your leg, seeing your shin bend at an odd angle.

You half expect Blaise to leave you behind. But instead, he whisks around and with an elegant flick of his wand, sends the wolf — who was closing onto you dangerously quick — crashing into a tree with a red flash and knocking it out cold.

A second one from behind you grows and starts to sprint towards the two of you. This was an ambush. Of course, wolves always hunt in packs.

In all your pain, you find a small amount of adrenaline to crawl away and kick the wolf in its face. Teeth manage to take hold of your ankle and it drags you away. It shakes you, making you wail in pain.

Blaise hears your cry and his heart drops. Frantic eyes meet his own and he doesn't hesitate for a moment. With full force, he runs towards the wolf and throws his weight against the animal.

The wolf lets go of you as its focus is entirely on Blaise. Teeth snarles, and it licks his lips. Blaise mirrors the wolf and bares his teeth, a low growl coming from deep within his chest.

Your arms buckle because of the pain just in time for Blaise to send an electrifying shock through the air, rendering the other one unconscious.

He rushes towards you, dropping to his knees and you can just see wild eyes scanning your entire body and his lips moving to yell something. Your head lulls to the side and through the thick of the trees, the last thing you see is the moon disappearing behind clouds.

When you come through, you are lying in a hospital cot. The sterile smell of the Hospital Wing itches your nose and you sneeze. A call of your name makes you turn your head towards the side where Blaise raises his head from his arms, a worried look on his face.

A groan escapes your lips as you try to sit up. A dull ache in your leg makes you turn back the covers and watch how your toes wiggle effortlessly and the almost perfectly healed shin — safe for a red line where the break was — makes you raise your eyebrows.

"Wha-what happened? How did we get back?" You turn towards Blaise, who looks, for lack of better words, almost guilty.

"I... I carried you towards Feldcrofd and asked someone to apparate us as close as possible to the school. How are you feeling?" He lays an instinctive hand upon yours and you swallow, the cold of him seeping into your burning skin.

"Fine... I think. And you?"

Blaise hums and the two of you sit in silence next to each other. Happy that you've survived it.

"Do you-"

"Thank you-"

The two of you speak at the same time and can't help but laugh. He motions for you to speak first.

"Thank you, Blaise. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be alive right now."

"If it wasn't for me you wouldn't be here right now." His face hardens and he looks away.

You can't help yourself but reach out and grab his hand, watching how he stiffens before looking back at you. You want to pull away but he takes a firm hold of your hand, pulling it closer to himself. Surprising a smile, you look up at him and have to bite your lip as a red hue tints his cheeks.

He mumbles something which you don't get. You cock your head to the side and ask him to repeat himself.

"Gooutwithme", he blurts out, still not looking at you.

This time you can't help to giggle, which makes Blaise turn his head towards you. At first, there is a look of betrail on his face. But as soon as he catches your bashful look, he softens.

"I would love to", you smile, squeezing his hand.

A wide and radiant smile forms on his lips — a rare sight — before he coughs and tries to conceal it. "Great... Great."

The two of you keep sitting like that in silence, smiling and grinning at each other, before Madam Pomfrey ushers Blaise out of the Hospital Wing under the excuse of you needing your rest.

Before Blaise disappears through the exit, he looks one last time at you and gives you a wave. You return it and can't keep the smile on your face.

Gods. You can't wait for your date. As long as it's not in the forest.

[maryangelex]

Never Let Me Go

Captain John Price x f!Reader

Part 2 here

Summary: You worked at a coffeehouse, your life is filled with mundanity and you wouldn't change it for anything else. That is, until one crisp autumn morning, you meet the handsome Captain John Price and there’s an immediate, undoubted connection between the two of you.

WC: 3,352

Warnings: fluff, smut in other chapters, cheesy coffee shop au, inaccuracies, soft!price, barista!reader, some reader descriptions, slow romance, pet names, meet-cute.

A/N: Remember that Price series I mentioned? Here ya go!!! Each chapter will be the title of a song I feel is related to it or that I was listening to while writing it hehe so make sure to check that out ;) I'm planning for 6 chapters but there might be more. Smut will happen eventually, of course!

The song for Chapter 1 is I'm On Fire by Bruce Springsteen, but also the covers of it by Awolnation and Gus Dapperton.

Happy reading!!

Dawn was breaking through the clouds. The waking sun broke through grey clouds that poured a steady, incessant shower of rain; the contrast of the glimmering rays against the somber clouds painted a watercolor sky. 

You walked down the cobblestone street, the heel of your shoes clinking with every stride as you walked into the coffeehouse at a speedy pace. It was the middle of autumn, the weather was tepid and chilly. You worked at Roasts & Poets, a hybrid of a cafe and a bookstore that your sweet aunt had left your favorite cousin, and she had been gracious enough to let you run it alongside her. 

Every morning was the same, and you wouldn't change a thing about it. You arrived at the crack of dawn to open the cafe, you were alone until your cousin arrived much later; you had always been more diligent and work-oriented than her when it came to running the cafe. You went through the whole process of the opening shift: setting the chairs and tables, stocking the sugars and napkins, picking up your cousin's slack from yesterday's closing shift, and setting out the freshly baked pastries. 

That's how you start your day every day. Your life was simple yet rewarding. Alone behind the counter, you took in the sight of the deserted shop, the smell of the books on their shelves collecting dust hitting your nostrils while sleep was still weighing down your eyes. The stillness and silence of the shop every morning made you content and warm. 

About half an hour later, your cousin arrived. The energy in her contrasted your mellowness. The minute she walked through the door, the sound of her cheery greeting and of the edge of the door's swing knocking the bell atop it sparked you awake. You gave her a wide smile as she stormed in, the rays of sun being her spotlight. 

"Morning, cuz," she beamed, you returned the greeting mid-yawn, followed by you letting out a loud sigh. She set her coat on the hooks next to the door beside yours -- you two had set those there as a cozy detail for your customers. 

"I had the best night last night," she started, walking towards you behind the counter and tying an apron around her waist the same as you. "Remember that guy I told you about?" 

"The Birmingham one?" you scoffed, remembering the drunken night when your cousin could not stop rambling about the bloke from Birmingham who stood her up.

"No," she rolled her eyes, "the hot one my friend set me up with!" 

You vaguely recalled, giving her an affirmative nod as your eyes drifted up, trying to remember the details of her extensive, messy love life. The two of you had been close and very similar since you were kids, but what stood out between you was how much of a hopeless romantic she was. You were more reserved about it; even though you knew it sounded cliche, you had decided long ago that the right man for you would come to you one day. Your knight in shining armor, your prince charming, perhaps. So you'd rather wait passively for that moment rather than how your cousin approached men head-on. 

You listened to her fawning over her most recent rendezvous with her new suitor, amused and enjoying her experience vicariously. 

As the day progressed, you welcomed and attended more patrons. You and your cousin took turns between taking orders and ringing up anyone who purchased books. There were a few regulars who came in every morning for a quiet space to work in, and others who just liked to lounge and read a book they had purchased along with a coffee in the comfy sofas you and your cousin had picked out when setting up the shop -- you had lost count of how many years ago that had been. 

When the shop was slowing down, you liked to prop your elbow on the counter, resting your chin on your hand as you people-watched. You loved the tranquility of it, thinking about each one's stories, reading them like books. 

One of the regulars was a man who always came in a burgundy knitted sweater and sat down with his laptop and headphones. He was quiet and reserved but always left you gratuitous tips; you knew his order and routine like the back of your hand. Another one was an older lady who always wore something pink, no matter what the rest of her outfit consisted of or what the occasion was. She was kind as well, but when she was feeling chatty she would sit at the counter and talk your ear off; today was a quiet day for her as she sipped her chamomille and read her novellas.   

As much as you enjoyed the peace of the shop, today was not a great day for silence for you. You hadn't gotten the best sleep last night, you had opted for binging the show you had been obsessing over and downed an entire bottle of wine by yourself. So, between your early start to the day and the light thumping of the headache you had medicated was making your eyes heavy with sleep. You couldn't wait for your shift to be over, maybe you would ask your cousin to let you lie down in the back. 

The sound of the bell as the door swung open jolted you awake for the second time today. You stood upright, fixing your posture and glancing at the door to greet the incoming customer. Your eyes captured a man you hadn't seen before around the area. He was tall with a bearded face and had a burly physique, sporting a navy blue sweater and grey coat that matched the beanie he slid off his head. You gave him a welcoming smile, not paying him much mind because of the sleep that still crept into your eyes. He returned the gesture as he made his way across the store, disappearing from your vision. 

You let out a sigh as you rubbed your knuckles into your lids. You desperately need a coffee if you want to get through the day, you thought, turning on your heels to pull yourself two shots of espresso. You poured the shots into a cup of milk you had frothed, making yourself a latte to spark some energy into you. 

As you turned back around to face the counter you were caught off guard by-- 

" 'Scuse me, miss?" a smokey voice startled you, making your body jump in place with a gasp escaping your lips. The latte in your hands splashed in your grasp at the sudden response of your body, its contents lightly spilling over your apron. 

"Shit!" you hissed, setting the cup down on the work counter behind you and grabbing the nearest rag to wipe your hands clean from any coffee that got on them. You looked up to the man across the counter, laughing at yourself in a mix of embarrassment at your clumsiness and lighthearted amusement. 

At that moment, your eyes caught onto the face of the mystery man who had recently walked in. His expression was genuinely concerned and apologetic, truly not knowing what to do with himself as he stood across the counter. 

"I'm so sorry, love, didn't mean to startle you," he stumbled over his words, "you alright?" 

His voice was raspy and deep, sultry even. You noted the details of his face: blue eyes stared back at you, surrounded by long lashes and bushy eyebrows, his pink, velvety lips slightly parted as if having more apologies to let out, his nose pointed and narrow, and his beard neat and full. He was handsome, truly, and you couldn't look away. 

"No worries!" you finally let out, a large smile on your face. "That's what these things are for!" you let out an awkward laugh, too loud to not give away the fact that you were flustered by his looks. Your hands worked the knot of the apron that tied at your waist as you spoke. 

The man let out a nervous chuckle as he watched you, still dumbfounded and itching to help in some way like he was uncomfortable with himself for just standing by.

"What can I help you with, sir?" You asked, tossing the apron in a bin under the counter, where you and your cousin kept any kitchen cloths and rags that needed to be washed after your shift. You didn't break eye contact with the man as you did, you found it impossible to when his blue eyes sucked you like the depth of an ocean. 

The man cleared his throat and fixed his posture, a nervous smile pulling at his bearded cheeks, "I was just wonderin' if y'could help me pick out a book" he pointed his thumb over his shoulders to the shelves behind him, "Any recommendations? 'M not sure where to look."  

You responded with an eager 'of course' as you circled the counter, leading him to the array of shelves. "Are you looking for anything in particular?" 

"Erm, up to your suggestion, really," he stood behind you, letting you take the lead, his eyes weighted on you. You responded with a pensive hum as your eyes scanned the shelves, hand holding your chin. You mumbled something under your breath and moved on to a different shelf. You reached for one of the books and turned back to him, handing the selection over to him. He took it from your hands.

Large hands, you observed. You hadn't realized until now how much taller the man was compared to you. You weren't a petite girl, but, this man stood tall; the way he carried himself proudly made him look even larger. 

He eyed the book, taking a moment to read the cover. He chuckled lightly to himself and glanced over to you. 

"As You Like It," he read. 

"You read it?" you asked a bit flustered, afraid you had made the wrong choice, "I recommend it to everyone." 

"I haven't, actually," he looked over to it again, "Not very well versed in Shakespeare." 

You chuckled a bit, "Well, this is a good one to get you into it." 

"I trust you," he said, a smirk on his face that made your cheeks burn. 

"It can be a bit hard to read but..." you shrugged, "It's one of my favorites." 

"I'll come to you if I need help, then." 

Your stomach fluttered at his words. Was he flirting? Maybe he's just a charming guy, nothing special. 

"Would you like anything else?" you stuttered. His gaze made you shift and adjust yourself, making you feel vulnerable to have it on you. 

"I'd like a tea to keep you company while you finish your coffee if that's alright," he flirted, his husky voice made the hairs on your arms stand up. 

You simply nodded with a smile and he followed you back to the counter. He sat on one of the stools as you stood behind the bar, he had asked you for a black tea and you steeped it for him, setting down a creamer and cup of sugar for him to add to taste. You went back to the latte you had made yourself, pouring it into ice after having let it get cold, and observed the man as subtly as you could manage. You noted he liked his tea on the sweeter side, maybe you would use that information for the next time he came around. You hoped he would. 

You watched as he took a sip from the cup, humming to himself and licking his lips as he set the cup back down. 'Good tea', he said softly as if to himself. You couldn't help but let a smile tug at the corners of your lips; something about him enjoying it was pleasant to you. 

"I'm John, by the way," he spoke up, his arms crossed on the counter. His eyes were on you again, and they were amiable and warm as they held contact with yours. You responded by telling him your name. 

"Are you new around here, John?" you reclined on the counter behind you, your coffee in one hand. 

"I am, I just moved in nearby," he took another sip from his cup. 

"What made you pick this place, if I may ask?" 

"Well, military accommodations, mainly," he cleared his throat. 

Military, you thought. No wonder he was such a large and buff man. You noticed the flexed muscles that bulged under his sweater. That sweater did them no justice, you were sure. 

"So you're a soldier?" 

"Somethin' like that, yeah," he scoffed with a smirk. You gave him a small smile as well but chose not to press any further. 

"What about the shop, what made you come in here?" 

"Seemed like a cozy place to spend the day," he gave you a once over, not very conspicuously, "the pretty barista's a bonus." 

You rolled your eyes at his comment but couldn't help the reddening of your cheeks or the growth of your smile that you tried but failed to suppress. 

At that moment, your cousin walked through the door. John's eyes didn't budge to look at the door, though, they were glued on you. She passed behind him, giving you the most excited expression you had seen on her face thus far, and mouthed something along the lines of 'He is so fit!" as she made her way to the back of the store with bags of ingredients in her hands. You scoffed at her and returned to look at John. 

"You flirt with all the baristas you find pretty, John?" 

"Only the ones that look like you," the man quipped, chuckling lightly to himself as if acknowledging how cheesy he was being. His comment made you laugh wholeheartedly, shaking your head at it.  

John finished his tea and fished into his pocket for his wallet, "I hate to leave, but... how much do I owe you, love?" 

"It's on the house," you crossed your arms over your chest, giving him a cheeky look, "for being a first-time customer." 

John gave you a smile with lightly flushed cheeks himself along with a grateful nod. He left his wallet in his pocket as he stood up from his seat and dressed his head with the beanie he had come in with. 

"I'll come back 'round to tell you how the book's goin'," he signaled the book in his hand on the way out the door, "You make great company, love." 

"Likewise, John," you bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from gushing at his words. You were using every atom in your body to not let yourself completely overflow with glee. 

John gave you a final look and raised his hand goodbye before exiting the shop. You returned the gesture and watched him walk away down the street until he disappeared from your line of sight. 

Once he was gone, you let out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding. You felt your heart skip a beat, maybe two, or even three beats as all the blood from your body surged to your face. Your cousin came skipping giddily from the back of the store, squealing like a schoolgirl as she embraced you. You couldn't help but join her in excitement. The two of you spoke in loud whispers behind the counter.

"That man is in love with you!" 

"Oh, don't be ridiculous, he was just flirting!" 

"Don't you be ridiculous! His eyes were devouring you, idiot! He might as well have fucked--" 

You shushed her loudly and cupped your hand over her mouth, the two of you giggling. You two realized you were still on the clock, with some of the patrons shooting glances at you. It made you both adjust and compose yourselves as best you could, but shot each other knowing looks as you returned to work, cleaning dirty dishes and whatnot. 

"So what's his name?" she asked. 

"John, he just moved around here-- says he's in the military." 

"Agh, hot!" she sang the last word. You rolled your eyes. 

"What book did you give him?" 

"As You Like It" 

"Should've given him Lady Chatterley's Lover, maybe he would've taken the hint," she laughed as you pushed her with a hand playfully. 

The rest of your shift went by uneventfully. You continued to serve more customers, tended to the regulars, and maintained the space. When it was closing time, the rays of the sun entered through the large windows, this time casting the golden glow of dusk. You mopped the floors of the shop and let yourself go deep into your thoughts. 

You thought about John, of course, studying all the details you had taken note of. The way his lashes fanned over his deep, crystal blue eyes; how much care was put into maintaining his facial hair and how soft it looked; how chiseled his nose was; how the sweetness of his smile complimented the sweetness he liked in his tea. He looked much older than you, but you didn't mind the slightest, it was a minor detail to you, if anything. You recalled how he called you pretty, and it made you blush and gave you butterflies. You really hoped he'd come back, but didn't want to disappoint yourself if he didn't.  

Once you two had finished closing, you stood outside the door with your cousin as she turned the key and locked the shop. She continued to tease you about John, making both of you laugh and making you blush with the innuendos and childish taunting she kept telling you. You bid each other farewells until tomorrow, walking your separate directions. 

You lived just a couple of blocks away from the cafe in one of the many apartments nearby. A flat you had all to yourself and you enjoyed the solitude, you had learned to be with yourself from having been your only company, besides your cousin, throughout your life. 

It made you think about the fact that it had been a while since you had liked someone. Did you like John?  The question stood out in your mind. It was definitely too early to tell, you had just met the man quite literally today, hours ago even. But you would be lying if you didn't say you felt some sort of attraction, chemistry between the two of you. Those hopes for seeing him again only grew the more you suppressed them.

But you kept telling yourself 'Don't get too excited,' because you might not see him again, after all. For now, let's simply call it a crush, it's all it was, really. Just a man you found attractive, a kind stranger you made you feel pretty and flattered momentarily, after so long of not hearing any men do so or having their attention.

John certainly gave you a lot of his attention, you thought. Those blue eyes of his. He entrapped you with them. An act as simple as being looked at by him made you feel undressed and vulnerable. 

You shook your head when you were in your flat, just standing there in a trance deep in thought. You sighed and cursed at yourself under your breath. 

You practiced your nightly routine of eating dinner by yourself, showering, dressing in your coziest pajamas, and sitting on your couch alone with either a book or a movie, and maybe a glass of something, maybe wine or a soothing tea.

And for once in your life, you hated being alone.

For once you wished there was someone to keep you company. A company as nice as John had kept you today even if it was brief. You sulked a bit on your sofa as you let that forlorn feeling take over just a little bit. 

And though as much as you loved mundanity, the feeling of having someone new and exciting disrupt your routine sparked a warmth in you. 

God, you hoped you'd see John again. 

[imeternallylove]

Like what? - S.Strange

Pairing: Stephen Strange x reader

Genre: just smut 🤤🤟🏻

Warning: none

Word: approx 900

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The door slammed shut behind him as your boyfriend stormed in, growling, “I’m mad.”

Cutting your eyes at him, you snapped, “Don’t break my freaking door.”

Stephen was at your side in a heartbeat, leering over you with a very frustrated and equally hungry look on his face. “I like when you yell at me,” he flirted, cocking an eyebrow.

Scoffing, you rose to meet him, grabbing the collar of his shirt in your hands. “You know, when you’re needy, it’s really obvious.”

“I tried,” your boyfriend whined, winking dramatically at you. “Now, can you help me with this really big problem in my pants?”

Pouting your lips, you teased, “oh, big problem, you say?”

He nodded, puffing up his cheeks to look cute and pathetic. Gosh, did it work.

“You seem tense and stressed,” you crooned, gripping his biceps and massaging them before working your way to his chest.

Swallowing loudly, Stephen grabbed your hips and kneaded at your waist.

“I’ll make you a deal,” you said softly, bringing your lips to the side of his neck and pressing a loud, open-mouthed kiss.

“Mm, what’s that?” he hummed, tightening his hold on you.

You stared into his eyes and told him, “I’m going to bend over the back of this couch and let you fuck all that stress out, on the one condition, I better finish.”

“Fuck yes, you will,” he growled.

Smirking up at him, you pecked a quick kiss on his lips and followed your promise, spinning on your heels and grabbing the top of the kitchen counter. With your plump butt offered to him in shorts, he drew a blank, standing there with his jaw slacked before he came back to his senses.

The belt jingled and his jeans hit the floor around his ankles. A hand slid between your thighs, fingers working their way around the material of your shorts and panties before pushing between your lower lips. You braced your forearms on the cold surface of the counter and bit your lip, inhaling sharply as a digit pumped inside you.

“You’re wet enough,” Stephen rasped a moment later, yanking your panties and shorts down your legs, without bothering to free them from your ankles. A second later, the head of his member was at your entrance.

“Mmph,” you exhaled as he thrust into you, bruising your hips with his restraint. He curved gently at first, steadily picking up speed until he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Damn it,” Stephen groaned, squeezing your waist in a death grip as he pounded into you, letting out all his stress and anger and borderline exhausting himself.

Your legs buckled at this, struggling with the intensity of his thrusts into your core, and you wavered on tiptoes, trying to use more of the counter where it has dinner over there for balance.

In a heartbeat, Stephen wrapped his arms around your waist, driving you back into his chest. His hand was at your jaw, turning your head so he could lick at your lips before sliding his tongue between them. Fingers moved to your clit, rolling and pinching at the rhythm of his hips.

"Steph..." You whimpered, your eyes rolling, and your back instinctively slumped down into the frigid surface, both of your legs on his firmly gripped arms. “S-so good, babeㅡ“ all you do while he works hard on his sex-making job is only whine beneath him, every move of his hips thrusting in and out eagerly more than you could bear, it's smack your face and showing you how wet you are.

“Shh…” he grunted, bumping your core more speedy and pulled out when he sensed you reach your cloud nine before him just as usual, Stephen grins that you finally splash out to your orgasm juice all at once. He then holding you against him possessively while chasing the high for you both. And when you put out your tongue in lots of pleasure, his white sticky cum splashes all over your face.

“Ahㅡ you made me came so fast, Y/N.”

”Hmm, and your taste so good.”

You laughed as you licked your lips and bite your fingernails, you spotted him slip his cock and release even more sperm on your stomach. His stiff cock, which still stands upright and points at your face, is quite endearing.

Stephen isn't done with you yet, and you know it, which is why he has got his hand on your hips again. When his tip slides, circling on your wet fold, till he pushes it into you and buries his palms on the back of your head, you begin to quaver moan once more.

He starts to fuck you again, this time slowly as you always pleasing.

“I really want to stay like this forever,” 

“Like what? Like this?” With chuckling, you brushing his sweaty hair on his brow upward. “Then how we gonna walk while your dick inside me ‘like this.’” 

He smirked, shrugging. "Maybe like this." Then he quickly lifts you up off the counter, his muscular arm now pressing on your spine to support the weight of you.  It makes you scream with thrill, tie your legs around his quickly, your palm confusedly gripping his shoulder and then wrapped around his neck, his hard cock too deep.

“Oh一” you cried out, shuddered and grasping for breath, “fuck, oh my, fuckㅡ Stephen!”

“I got you, baby girl.”

oi oi

[chrollosbm]

Sunflowers Fields: a Choso Love Story Chapter Seven

You're broken from a past relationship, thinking you only deserve the worst. Choso comes along, making you realize you deserve the world and more. Will your ex-boyfriend let you go without a fight? (Choso x black!reader, yandere Choso)

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You didn’t know what, but something drove you to end up at Choso’s place of work. You were currently sat in the lobby, waiting for him to come down after the text you sent. You sent him a quick “Hey, can I see you right now?” text message, in which he replied with, “I’m on my way.” almost immediately. It was towards the end of his work day, not quite finished, but that didn’t seem to bother him. Usually, you would feel bad, but you were on edge after Suguru’s comment toward you, not too long ago. What did he mean by that?

Yeah, he always said that “You aren’t going anywhere,” bullshit to you when the two of you were dating, but you wrote it off as him being romantic somehow. But now, hearing him say it in that menacing voice, when you weren’t even dating, let alone on speaking terms, gave you chills. You had never been afraid of him physically, knowing he was only an emotional terrorist, but right now you didn’t feel so secure in that assumption.

Choso wasn’t aware you were already in the lobby waiting for him, so there you were, twiddling at your thumbs in one of the plush seats, patiently waiting for the man to exit the elevator. You were granted your wish soon after, seeing Choso with his signature look of boredom on his face, in his work attire, a long sleeved white shirt that clung to his biceps, black slacks that fit him just right, and black shoes. His silky black hair was down and he was slowly undoing the tie on his neck. 

How delicious.

You stood up from your seat and began walking his way, your footsteps a little speedy due to his long strides. He noticed you not too long after, turning his head after he saw you out of the corner of his eye. His face spoke for him, a look of concern on his profile. The two of you met in the middle, you giving him a small smile, if that were even possible.

“Hey, Sunflower. What are you doing here?” he said to you and you gave him a hug in response, smelling his scent and breathing him in. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. “I was just on my way to your apartment.” He said from above you and you pulled away to look up at his tired eyes.

“I know, I just wanted to see you sooner.” A real smile was on your face now, due to his sweet embrace and the fact that you got to see him.

He smiled softly at your response and moved to kiss your forehead softly. “Is everything okay?” He said as he pulled away, arms still around your waist, a troubled look in his eye.

You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t even know why you showed up so soon after your irritating and frightening encounter with Suguru, it was like your brain shut off and guided you here, to Choso. Your heart and body craved him, as if he could solve all your problems in an instant.

You didn’t want to worry him, but you also didn’t want to lie. You didn’t know what to do, so you just decided to put it off for now. You really just wanted him to make you feel better without talking about it at this current moment.

“I’m not having a great day.” You responded, telling the truth. You really weren’t. “I don’t want to talk about it right now, I just wanna be with you, Cho.” You put your face into his shirt, your curls squishing into your face as your head landed on his chest. You were really hoping you wouldn’t have to talk about this just yet to Choso, but you knew you couldn’t hide the fact that you had a run in with your ex. You felt a twinge of guilt forming just as he let out a soft sigh and rubbed your back, softly. 

“You wanna come over to my place?” He asked you, sweetly and you almost jumped for joy, your spirits already lifting. You instantly lifted your head with a big grin and nodded vigorously. You were glad he didn’t push the issue, being that you weren’t ready to talk about it just yet. You would, just not today. All you wanted was to be with Choso, and to not worry about your shit show of a life for once.

You had never been to his house, as it seemed more convenient to end up at your apartment after your dates. He had always explained that his little brother, Yuji, was at home, and you sympathized with him on that, understanding that it was still too soon to meet his family members. 

“What about Yuji?” You asked him, as realization hit you that he would be at home. School was out around this time, so he would definitely be at the house. You didn’t know if Choso was comfortable enough for you to meet him just yet, and you would respect his wishes either way. 

He shook his head and grabbed your hand, beginning to guide you out of the building and to his car. “He won’t be home tonight. He’s staying at a friend’s, apparently they’re studying for their exams.” He replied softly and you nodded. “Although, I do want you to meet him soon.” He looked down at you, a smile on those pink lips. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise and you gave him a small smile back, happy to hear those words. You had heard so much about the boy, learning that he was basically the opposite of Choso: loud, energetic, and excitable. It was hard to understand how the two of them turned out to be so different from each other, with Choso raising the child, and all. He was such a mystery.

The two of you arrived outside his home about twenty minutes later, and you were pleased at the view before you. From the outside, it was a gray, wide, two-story home with a decently sized front yard, matching his neighbors home. He lived in a suburban area, seemingly reserved for families from the amount of you noticed children that were playing outside. His front yard was plain, a perfectly mowed lawn, and a simple tree in the front. You weren’t surprised at the decently-sized home, considering he’d told you he was a homeowner before, but it was still strange seeing it in the flesh. 

He opened your car door, snapping you out of your thoughts, giving you a hand as usual to help you out the car. “Your house…” you said to him in awe, as your feet landed on his perfectly paved driveway. “It’s so beautiful.” You were being led to his front door, hand in Choso’s as he turned his head to look at you from behind.

“Thank you. I worked hard for it.” He gave you a cocky smirk and you couldn’t help but smile back. You were going to let him have pride in his home, instead of expressing your usual sarcastic comment, knowing he did in fact work hard for it. Choso worked so hard for his brothers to have a good life, including making sure they grew up in a good environment. He had mentioned that he would work grueling hours at part time jobs to make sure his little brothers would have food on the table, even if that meant he rarely slept or ate. All Choso wanted to do was make sure his brothers were fed, clothed, clean, and happy. It made your heart swell knowing how concerned he was for them, and at the expense of his own well-being. Choso was truly selfless, responsible, and protective. It was the sexiest thing about him.

The man you couldn’t stop admiring was opening the front door now, and your nose was hit with the smell of him, his house smelling like that mixture of scents you loved so much on him. You almost moaned as you stepped inside, that beautiful aroma filling your lungs. He stepped inside and waited for you to enter before shutting it behind you.

The inside of his house was the same as the outside, clean, simple, and organized. There wasn’t much in there as far as you could tell, but you could tell everything in there was of high quality and expensive. As soon as you stepped into the home, there was a decent sized living room with a matching two-piece sofa set, as well as a large coffee table that matched said set. There was a large flat screen television on his wall, above a simple television stand. Plain, but pretty.

Choso was removing his shoes and you followed suit, mocking his movements. 

“You want to place your things in my bedroom?” He was facing you now, looking down at you with that look of adoration you had become so used to. 

You nodded vigorously, excited to see his place of solitude. A person’s bedroom usually revealed a lot about them, you’d learned. Like yours, which was usually messy, with an unmade bed, clean laundry you’d been too lazy to put away piling up on your vanity chair, with hair products and makeup spread across said vanity. Your room was a mess, just like you were in general. 

He grabbed your hand again, but not before grabbing your arm bag with your work supplies and laptop, and began leading you down a dimly lit hallway once you passed the living room. The two of you passed the stairs and the very spotless, untouched looking kitchen, to a door at the end of the house. He opened the door to a bedroom that you expected Choso to have. 

You almost laughed at how predictable his bedroom was, being exactly what you expected. Absolutely spotless, just like the rest of his house. It was large, with a perfectly made king-sized bed that looked unslept in, empty white walls, a desk with an overpriced PC on top, and a couple of matching dressers. There were two doors on opposite sides of the room which you suspected were the bathroom and the closet.

Choso was placing your bag on his computer chair when you stepped in and took it upon yourself to look around, baffled.

“Cho’...” you said, inquiry in your voice, looking at his plain walls that contained a few windows, not even covered with curtains, with concern. “Are you secretly some sort of psychopath?” You asked, partially serious, partially not. What kind of person has nothing on their bedroom walls? He had to be insane. 

He turned to look at your worried expression and before he could stop himself, he let out a booming laugh. You continued to stare at him, genuinely waiting for his answer.

He was still laughing, not taking you seriously, when he finally answered. “Why do you ask?” He was walking towards you now, that amused look still on his face. “Because my room is so pristine?” He grabbed both of your hands and led you to his flawlessly made bed, and bounced down on it, before roughly pulling you down so you sat in his lap. 

Your cheeks warmed as he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, awaiting your answer. His chin was on top of your head, in your hair full of curls. You could’ve sworn you heard him sniff, but decided against saying anything, knowing you were obsessed with his scent yourself. His muscled thighs were holding you up, your ass directly on his groin and you were trying to ignore the dirty thoughts that were arising in your mind at the moment. 

You finally recovered from the unholy thoughts on the brink of your mind and responded. “Not just that…” You started and placed your hands on top of his, that were currently resting on your midsection, and leaned back against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat, the exact opposite of yours that was beating in a rapid pace, like it always did when you were around Choso. “Your walls are white and empty. It looks like a mental asylum in here, baby.” You finished.

You felt Choso tense slightly, trying to immediately recover, making you smirk. You knew how much he loved when you called him baby, the simple pet name seeming to light a fire under him. It was adorable how the most simple things would fluster him sometimes, making his cheeks pink and his body tense. He would always try to hide it, but you would notice and use it to your advantage. 

He cleared his throat, obviously trying to hide his nervousness, and squeezed your side, giving you a small laugh as you slapped his hand away playfully. “The only thing that makes me insane is you, pretty girl.” He was giving you kisses on the side of your face now, the attack making you squirm on top of him, a smile on your face, warm from his soft lips. 

If anyone would have told you Choso would be this romantic, soft teddy bear of a man when you first met, you would have called them a liar. Inside this man’s hard exterior, body filled with tattoos and a face that always held the expression of boredom and annoyance, was a sensitive, sappy, protective, and compassionate soul. He was so stoic and impassive to those he didn’t know, due to the fact that he was also skeptical of others intentions. He didn’t trust anyone due to his childhood trauma, you soon realized. His parents left him with three children at such a young age, barely eighteen years old. He was lucky he even graduated high school at that point, that's how young he was. His parents, the people he depended on most, left him in the dust, causing a ripple effect on how he would treat others for the rest of his life. 

The two of you were so alike in that way, afraid of abandonment, dealing with it in different ways. While you clung to people, doing anything and everything to make them stay in your life, afraid of being cast aside and forgotten about, Choso rarely seemed to let others in. You learned he was really only close to his brothers, them all being his best friends. Sure, he had acquaintances, one in fact being Nanami, but he was extremely surface level with most people. You felt over the moon knowing you were one of those people that had the privilege of being close to him, and he was letting you in more and more each day, showing a cheeky side to his complex personality.

You were still smiling, cheeks aching and warm. “I better be the only woman you’re going insane for.” You were half-joking, keeping that playful tone in your voice to play it off, but you suddenly felt Choso pick you up, flipping you so you faced him now, legs on either side of his hips, your face inches from his now serious expression. 

“Sunflower…” He pushed a curl for your face back to get a better look at your stunned face, not expecting this change of position. “You are the only person on my mind, always. You don’t have to worry about some other woman. Ever.” His words came out forcefully and his arms were back on your waist, fingers rough on your hips and you swore you felt something stiffen between his legs. Your hands found themselves on his hard chest, and your eyes were wide, shocked and turned on by how quickly he manhandled you, staring into his deep never-ending orbs of darkness.

The way he was looking at you- fuck, the way he was staring at you with those eyes, the intensity so potent right now that it was filling the entire room. You felt it straight in your soul, you felt it in your core. How Choso was able to get you from thinking about him innocently to the nefarious way you were thinking now in the matter of seconds, was beyond you. It was like he flipped a switch, you going from day to night, skipping the sunset.

You tried to speak, your usual sarcasm on the tip of your tongue but you were rendered speechless when you suddenly felt his clothed arousal pressing against yours, making you suck in a breath. You were looking at the man in front of you, his mouth half open, eyes low with the look you had seen many times. You knew your face showed the same expression of desire that displayed on his and knew no more words needed to be spoken. 

His hands were guiding you to grind on his dick now, rough and excruciatingly slow, causing a needy whimper to exit your lips. His low eyes were still on you as he guided you, and you knew he wanted to drag this out, wanting to hear those whimpers escape your mouth as long as he possibly could before he did what he did best. You couldn’t wait to be crying above him as he drove you to ecstasy with his talented mouth. 

You were snapped back to reality when he spoke, low and seductive. “You think you're ready for this dick tonight, baby?” His lips were exhibiting that smirk you had seen many times before, pink and full. Your heart was the same pace as a stone skipping in water as those words left his mouth and you found yourself nodding and stuttering your answer entirely too fast. 

Bottom half still grinding on his clothed, rock hard cock, the words left your mouth. “Y-Yes.” Your stomach was twisted in knots at the pleasure and excitement. You had been waiting so long, too long. It was hard to control yourself around a man as sexy as Choso, you had wanted to feel him inside of you for so long, wanting to cry from the stimulation of his cock for ages now. “I want it so bad, please Cho’.” You were looking him in his eyes, knowing you looked and sounded so needy. 

“My desperate baby, so needy for my cock, huh? ” His tilted his head at you, a smug grin on his face as his hand reached down to grab your ass harshly, giving it a squeeze and moving you faster now. Your clit was brushing against the clothes on your body and you wanted nothing more than to remove both of your barriers, needing to feel his bare flesh on yours. “You’ve been such a good girl, and so patient. I won’t make you wait any longer, okay? Just know when I fuck you senseless, you’re mine forever. Understand me?” He let out, and you couldn’t help but notice the dark tone attached to those words.

Before you had the chance to answer or comprehend his words, his lips were on yours, rough, harsh, and wet. Your arms instinctively traveled to his neck, wanting to pull him closer, needing him to swallow you whole. Your pussy was sopping with wetness at his dirty words, and it was becoming uncomfortable sitting in your own arousal. He was right, you had been so patient and you were desperate to finally let him give you the prize you had been waiting for. Not to mention the being with him forever part he let out, maybe you were more than okay with him spitting out possessive claims, or maybe you were just incredibly horny, but either way it was stimulating you in a way you had never been stimulated before. You relished in hearing that he wanted you just as much as you longed for him. Your heart was playing hopscotch and your core was twisting just from the thought itself. 

His tongue was in your mouth, searching for something frantically, and you were doing the exact same, loving the taste of the mouth you had become so acquainted with. His hands were traveling under your sweatshirt now, finding that you weren’t wearing a bra. He quickly discovered how rock hard your nipples were and sucked in a breath, causing a halt to your kiss.

“All I did was kiss you and they’re fucking solid.” His words came out breathlessly, breathing into your mouth as you opened your eyes to find him already staring at you, forehead pressed against yours. “I can’t wait to see the reactions your body will have when I’m fucking you stupid, sunflower.” With that, your sweatshirt was off in an instant and his lips were attached to your hard pebble, without you even registering his words or the fact that he basically yanked your top off in a flash. You were now moaning with your head tilted back, at both his words and the pleasure that was going straight to your core. 

Your hands were moving frivolously to unbutton his shirt now, struggling and wanting to rip the fucking thing off of him, so you did just that. Black buttons went flying everywhere and you were pleasantly surprised at the strength you just exhibited, suddenly growing superhuman powers at the anticipation of being fucked. You felt him chuckle softly on your breast, the heat causing you to let out a small noise. The hand that was palming your ass gave you a hard slap, obviously a consequence for ruining his shirt. 

You were still grinding intensely on his cock, your sensitive button getting stimulated like crazy, but you were growing tired of it, needing to finally see him instead of using your imagination. Your hands traveled down his hard, tattooed torso, before landing on his belt buckle. Choso’s mouth unlatched from your nipple and his dark eyes were suddenly on yours, causing you to freeze, like a person who had just gotten caught committing a crime. 

“Not yet.” He said firmly, intense gaze still on you and your throat suddenly became dry, before you let out a small whine. He paused to remove the now destroyed shirt from his arms, before he immediately replaced his hands on your waist. Choso’s fingers on your hips were somehow rougher now, guiding you to move against him, with you obeying him, mindlessly. The friction between your clothed privates caused a moan to fall from your lips, filling the room, seeming to go straight to his cock, that grew harder, and bigger. Your panties were soaked, already being wet from the moment he sat you on those long, muscular legs of his. “I want to do something first.” He licked his lips, making sure to give your face a lingering look, and placed his moist lips onto your swollen ones. It was short, too short, ending as he was moving back further on his bed, carrying you effortlessly, with one arm on the way there.

He was laid back on the mattress, head resting on large pillows, with his hands behind his head, casually, before he spoke. “Stand up above me and take off your pants.” He ordered and you gave a confused frown, not sure what he was up to. You were about to inquire why, before he cut off your words, keeping you quiet the entire time, other than your whimpers and moans he had been hearing so far. “Now.” His words were firm and you were staring him in his domineering eyes, knowing it was time to shut up and listen.

So, with that, you were now awkwardly taking off your jeans and panties all in one go, legs on either side of his torso as you tried not to fall over due to your known clumsiness. You knew your face read embarrassment from the way he was staring at you, a smirk on his face, arms still behind his head, with his large biceps flexing unintentionally. 

He was so fucking sexy.

You obediently sat back down on him, landing on his rock hard abs. Your pussy was bare on his torso, dripping onto his pale skin and you moaned as you were finally able to feel his warm, soft skin on your cunt. Choso’s hands claimed their rightful place on your hips again, fingers pressing hard enough to leave marks on your brown skin. You looked down at him, breath heavy, as you were trying to patiently wait for what he told you next, like the good girl he claimed you were.

“Sit on my face.” He spoke suddenly, causing you to give him a stunned look. The two of you had never done that before. You knew you wanted nothing more, the visual of him underneath you, consuming you like his life depended on it. You spilling into his mouth and all over his pretty, perfect face. Fuck.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” You spoke, sudden timidness in your voice. He made you so fucking nervous in these tense moments, the exact opposite of how you usually were. You were slowly inching up his inked and chiseled frame anyway, your actions contradicting your words. 

Choso rolled his eyes at you, not forgetting to let out a suck of his teeth, a habit he had recently gotten from you. “You won’t.” He gripped your hips, not impressed by your snail-like pace and pulled you towards his face. Before you knew it, your knees were on either side of his head as he gave your plump ass a slap, causing you to moan out in elation. “Now sit the fuck down.” He spoke clearly, words sharp. 

You complied, with no issue at all. He stuck his thick tongue out from his mouth just as you sat down, your wet pussy landing easily on a plush, wet surface. Your body shook with chills the moment he found your clit, beginning to lap you up slowly, roughly. Your head was tilted back again, too heavy for your neck as he drove you to insanity with his expert mouth. He was fumbling with your bundle of nerves brilliantly, making your brain hazy, unable to think of anything at all. Your eyes were in the back of your head, only able to focus on the intense pleasure he was providing you.

You grew tired of the darkness quickly, opening your eyes to look down at the man driving you wild. He looked dazed, drunk almost, as he always did when he was relishing in the taste of you. You loved seeing him like this, eyes low, staring at you intensely as he ate you your pussy like you were his last meal. It was another daydream you had when you were pleasuring yourself solo, the thought of him devouring your wet cunt with expertise and need, driving you over the edge quickly each time. Choso’s tongue was moving with vigor on your clit now, and the pleasure you were feeling from this angle was driving you up the fucking wall. Your hands mindlessly moved to your breasts, wanting to toy with your nipples to enhance the pleasure. He was watching you please yourself, your head tilted back again, and you heard him let out a low groan, obviously aroused by the sight of you. You were in heaven, so unaware of everything around you, only focused on how fucking amazing this felt, wanting to stay in this moment forever. 

Choso’s tongue suddenly moved from your clit down to your opening in one quick swipe, wanting to taste your juices already, greedily, even though you hadn’t had your release yet. You felt him fuck your hole with his tongue and sucked in a breath, the feeling surprisingly delightful. He moaned into your pussy, causing a vibration to erupt from him, then quickly returned his attention back to your clit, beginning to suck on the sensitive nub, wanting to drive you over the edge.

You moaned out in ecstasy as your head tilted back and your eyes rolled to the back of your head once again, unable to keep them open this time. The darkness helped you focus on his careful sucks, sending shockwaves up your body. Tingles shot up your frame and you knew your face was twisted up like a pretzel but you didn’t care, this felt fucking amazing. You were in complete and utter bliss, stimulating your brown, hard rocks, pussy in this beautiful man’s face, nothing else mattered in this world as of right now. Choso seemed to notice your ecstasy, and the hands on your hips began rocking you back and forth, encouraging you to ride his face. You did this with no problem, lip in your teeth, biting down hard enough to draw blood. His tongue was on your bundle of nerves again and your hips were moving like they had a mind of their own. Your hands found his hair and you were holding onto it like it was a handlebar, helping you balance before you passed out.

Your heavy pants were filling the room and you felt a familiar feeling approach your body. 

You opened your eyes to look down at Choso again, whose tongue was now sitting flat out of his mouth, letting you fuck yourself on his tongue. He still had that drunk look on his face, absolutely breath taken by you. The sight of it was just too sweet and your breathing became ragged as tears formed in your eyes. He, of course, noticed your orgasm approaching, prompting him to grab your asscheeks with both of his hands and grinded you against his tongue impossibly harder. You knew the routine by now and snapped your eyes to his, tears now spilling from them with a lip quiver.

You felt like you could barely breathe, having to force your body to manually inhale and exhale, your body seeming to forget its main function, as you came hard, with a shout of his name, relief filling your body. Your orgasm flooded out of you, which he gladly cleaned up with his tongue, causing you to tremble from the overstimulation. 

Your legs felt completely limp as you tried to lift yourself from his face. He noticed your struggle and lifted you with ease by your hips and placed you onto his clothed, rock hard cock. Your eyes were heavy as you stared at him, him looking absolutely ravishing, your juices dripping from the bottom of his face, making its way down his neck.

You were dripping again, from both your recent orgasm and the beautiful sight in front of you, knowing you were soaking his pants. He leaned up to wrap his strong arms around your body as he placed his swollen, wet lips on yours. You tasted your pussy on him as he stuck his tongue in your mouth, the flavor making you moan out.

“Choso…” You whined into the kiss and he pulled away, giving you a light kiss on your cheek.

“Yes?” He asked you, kissing away the tears you shed just minutes ago. His cock was growing impossibly harder and it was like a rock against your ass.

“Please, please fuck me.” You sobbed out, your desire to feel him inside of you becoming unbearable. You didn’t know how much longer you could take, didn't have much patience to wait any longer.  “I’m ready, please.” You begged him, not caring in the slightest of how desperate you sounded, just like earlier.

His hand moved up to the back of your head and forced you to look him in his dazed eyes. Yours were brimmed with tears, mascara staining the bottom of your eyes. “You’ve been such a good girl, your wish is my command.” He said softly and you moaned at the praise, grinding onto his cock. His breath caught in the back of his throat, most likely from the sound of your pretty voice and your dripping core grinding on his clothed cock, knowing he was just as desperate to fuck your brains out. 

He stood up from the bed and unbuckled his pants, his dark pools never leaving yours. You were panting hard with anticipation, resting on your elbows to watch his movements. You had never seen him completely bare before. Because he never let you get him off after the usual oral sessions he gave you, you were never granted the pleasure of seeing the obviously large package he was lugging around. You knew it was large from the many times you had felt it underneath his clothes, on your leg, your cunt, your ass, just teasing you mercilessly. He then took off his jeans and boxers all in one go, finally giving you the sight you more than deserved to see, and you froze instantly.

He was fucking huge. When his thick, pale cock plopped out of his boxers with a loud pop and landed on his abs, you couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp. He was more than huge, a vein going down the side of his cock, a cause from the stiffness. He was long as well as he was girthy, even larger than you expected, in fact, so much bigger that you were afraid it wasn’t going to fit inside of you. To make everything one-hundred times fucking better, at the end of his cock, on his pretty pink tip, there laid a silver prince albert piercing, shining brightly. You knew your eyes were probably popping out of your skull by now, with you not even trying to hide your astonishment at the sight before you.

He seemed to notice and gave you a cocky smirk. You were allowing him to be cocky, knowing that he good and well deserved to be from his monster-like sized member alone. “Not what you expected?” He tilted his head in a teasing way. Precum dripped from his jeweled pink tip, causing you to whimper softly, your pussy probably creating a pool on his clean sheets. You couldn’t speak so you just simply just shook your head, at an absolute loss for words, and rightfully so. Where the fuck was that going?

Your brain seemed to function again, finally allowing you to speak as you looked at him in a panic, true fear stricken in you. “Cho, you’re so big.” You began to stutter. “I-I can’t.” You were shaking your head vigorously. You had never taken a dick this big before, let alone even seen one this size. You knew you weren't going to be able to walk at the end of this. Maybe he was right, maybe you weren’t ready. Then again, if you didn’t do it now, when would you ever be able to?

“Yes, you can, baby. You’re already so wet for me.” He spoke to you, as he placed his hands on your thighs, caressing them softly and reassuringly. “You’ll be okay. Just trust me.” His eyes read nothing but compassion and a hint of concern.

You knew you should trust him. You did want this after all, plus from the reaction your body was having in comparison to your mind was completely the opposite. Your nipples were rock solid, your pussy was so wet the inside of your thighs felt like a slip n’ slide, and the goosebumps on your skin wouldn’t go away. Plus, you weren’t going to punk out now. You were finally about to hit a home run. You nodded your head, deciding this was happening, excitement finally filling your body. 

He smiled with his dark eyes at your compliance, knowing you were prepared mentally and physically now.

He was breathing as hard as you at this point as he climbed back onto the bed and sat on the back of his legs. He then pulled you towards him gently with your thighs, orbs now burning intensely into yours. The cool piercing on his cock brushed against your clit briefly and it sent shockwaves throughout your body. His precum was mixing with your already wet clit and felt out of this world. You let out a moan as he began to to rub the piercing against it slowly and repeatedly. You were a mess under him already, your back arching as he didn’t let up, wanting to get another orgasm out of you. Your breath quickened, extra sensitive because of the previous release you just had minutes ago. 

“You gonna cum again already, baby? So greedy.” The sexy man above you teased with a smirk on his face. Just as he spoke, your orgasm came rushing through you, calmer this time but still intense and pleasurable, your juices leaking onto the bed. That was fucking record time.

He gave you no time to recover as he pushed the tip of his cock inside of you and your back arched as he stretched you out slowly, the pain and pleasure making you cry out. There was the tiniest burning sensation as he pushed into you carefully, not wanting to hurt you, your walls tight around his thick cock. Tears formed again but you couldn’t help it, the pain and pleasure was driving you wild.

His mouth was hanging halfway open in absolute bliss as he continued to push into you, slowly. “Fuck, baby. You feel amazing.” He groaned as you continued to pant, your breathing forgetting its function for the second time as he gave one final push that settled him inside of you completely. You both let out a moan at the same time, a jolt of electricity seeming to go through the two of you. The sparks shot up your body intensely, causing chills of pleasure to erupt all over your body.

Your lip was quivering as he put his hands on your hips, beginning to move inside of you, his movements slow and drawn out as you threw your head back onto the bed, your eyes rolling back involuntarily. His cock was effortlessly hitting your g-spot like it had been inside of you before, hitting a button he knew so well, again and again, not stopping. Your breath was quickening and you grabbed his veiny, ink covered forearms, beginning to dig your acrylic nails into them. His arms were covered in goosebumps as you felt them, the same as yours, and your quickening breath became slightly louder, the thought of you making him feel good sending shockwaves of pleasure up your body.

He seemed to take that as encouragement and started to ram into you without warning. The change of pace forcing your eyes open and your moans growing louder with each snap of his hips. His strokes were long and hard, the force of his cock hitting your g-spot causing tears of pleasure to pour from your eyes. You rested on your elbows to look at Choso, who was moving at a vigorous speed with his head tilted back in pleasure. His hair was down, hanging above his shoulders, with some of it sticking to his face that was now covered in slick sweat. His eyes were closed, his breaths were hard and shallow and his mouth was hanging halfway open.

He looked so fucking sexy.

He truly was the man of your dreams, so fucking delectable as he was ramming into you like it was his life’s purpose. He looked fucking edible as sweat droplets were forming on his forehead at the expense of you fucking stupid. His arms were flexing and his abs were on full display, right in your face. He was absolutely perfect, not a flaw in sight. You couldn’t pull your eyes away from the sight of this gorgeous man, the view being god damn spectacular. 

As if he felt your eyes on him, he snapped his open and looked down at you in absolute ecstasy, his orbs having a feral and dark look to them. Your tits were bouncing at the speed of his thrusts and he let out a loud moan. 

“So fucking perfect.” He said roughly, eyes boring into yours. His hand reached down and placed his thumb on your clit and you shook your head at him, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. You weren't even sure if you were able to cum again.

“I’m so sensitive, Cho’, please.” You cried as more tears spilled from your eyes and he continued anyway. The thought of cumming again was exhausting, but you wanted it, wanting to lose yourself to that pleasure again. His thrusts never let up as he continued to rub your clit relentlessly and quickly. Your breathing became erratic and you clenched around him, your soft walls seeming to send him over the edge, earning another moan from Choso.

“Fuck. Baby. I need you to cum.” He basically whimpered. “I’m so close.” He begged you.

That was not going to be a problem for you. You were already close as he pleaded with you, but him begging you caused an eruption inside of you and you were suddenly hot all over. All your senses seemed to stop working, your sight temporarily gone, although you knew your eyes were intensively on his, not being able to hear anything but your moans, his loud breaths, and the gushing of your pussy. Your orgasm washed over you for the third time, the most intense one, almost blacking you out with a rumble, and right on cue, he was cumming inside of you with a call of your name falling from his lips.

You felt his hot cum inside of you and his hips stuttered as he released every last drop inside of you, lip caught in his mouth. After a short while, he seemed to finally release everything, his hips no longer rocking into you.

He was smiling at you now, and leaned down to kiss you softly, panting into your mouth. His hair brushed against your cheeks, tickling you briefly. You returned the kiss, both of you breathing harshly into each other. You felt him slip out of you and you both winced from oversensitivity. 

You felt his cum dripping out of you panicked briefly, before he pulled away and quickly reassured you.

“I’ll get you a morning after pill tonight, Sunflower.” He said softly, looking into your eyes as he pushed your sticky curls from your face. Your heart rate slowed and you nodded, trusting him. You wanted children, but now was not the time. You were glad the two of you were on the same page about that.

He leaned down to kiss your forehead, before rolling off of you, and pulled you towards him to cuddle into his chest, just as you two had done every time he gave you an earth shattering orgasm.

And just like before, you felt yourself falling into a deep slumber, feeling safe in his arms.

Chapter Eight is Posted

[unhingedthirst]

Omg could you please write a saul Goodman fic with the prompt suck my fingers please? I have a thing for his hands and it’s so bad 😩

You got it anon! Take this gif as a present

MINORS DNI smut incoming

Saul goodman X female! Reader

“Is this seat taken?” A gravely voice speaks and you realize that you’ve heard it somewhere before. You shake your head and he takes a seat next to you at the near empty dive bar. Your lips turn upwards in a amused smile that you hide with a sip of your drink. It was Saul Goodman. Speedy justice for you. The local celebrity lawyer, you always found him kind of hot. There was something about middle age charming men that do you in and the more swarmy the better. You must be like half his age but that’s never stopped either of you before. You had a long day and were looking for some stress relief and Saul might be the perfect thing. He wasn’t an idiot he saw that you were a beautiful woman; he was used to call girls so picking up a beautiful woman at the bar wasn’t something he was used too. He saw that you had finished your drink and he flagged down the bartender “I’m buying sweetheart. Whatcha drinkin? He says softly bumping you with his shoulder. You smile and gently bump him back and told the bartender you’d take another of the drink you’d been drinking. You turn to Saul and smile genuinely “thank you so much” you say softly and tilt your head down and look up at him.

The conversation flowed and so did the drinks and next thing you know you are on his gigantic bed in his absolutely absurd home. It was giant and kind of incredible. You were sitting on the edge of the bed and you feel a warm heavy hand on your bare thigh. He was definitely handsome you thought as you scanned his face. His eyes held so much, you saw the lust definitely but also saw pain and insecurity and the want to be desired and needed. You gently touch his face which seemed too intimate for the moment but he didn’t seem to mind. He just stares back at you taking inventory “you are so sexy. it isn’t fair” he grumbles and runs a finger over your open pouted lips. There was a certain weight to this words like he didn’t deserve to be in your presence. You don’t feel like that though. You thought he was absolutely mouthwatering and you were determined to prove that to him. You hum gently and reach over to Palm the growing bulge in his slacks. His head was swimming when you touched him; he let out a groan of pleasure and shifted his hips up to meet your hand. He tutted and grabbed your wrist “no touching.” He says in a low voice and you swear you felt your stomach drop and your pussy clench around nothing and than he spoke again and you thought you were gonna pass out “you are gonna take what I give you and be grateful. Sound good beautiful?” He purrs into your ear. You nod coyly and he brings his fingers up to your mouth “suck on my fingers for me” he mused watching your face for any hesitation and sucked in a breathe when you did. Your tongue swirling around his thick digits “good girl. Look at you” he coos tauntingly as you continue to suck. He closes his eyes and sighs, he grabs a hold of your jaw and looks at you as you detach “your gonna kill me” he says affectionately lust coating his voice

Part 2????? 👀

[alphaniner1415]

Best Birthday Present Ever (Thea Queen x M!Reader) Part 1

A/N: Hello lovely people of Tumblr, time for my first story here on Tumblr. So just for context: this is set in Season 5, so Oliver's the Mayor, but I'm gonna gloss over most of the chaotic villainy stuff here. I've mostly let this take place in Season 5 so that Thea's age is where I want it to be.  Also, Y/n knows that Thea used to be Speedy and Oliver is the Arrow. Thea's 21 in this and Y/n is turning 22 this year.

"No!!!!!!!" You woke up with a start, breathing heavily. Panic closing up your throat, after a few more moments of heavy breathing, you start to calm down. It was just a dream, you thought. And yet, it felt so real, your deepest fear came to life, Thea leaving you. Speaking of, her side of the bed is empty. Just as you were beginning to wonder where she disappeared to, your phone buzzed. Picking it up, you let out a sigh of relief you didn't know you've been holding. It's a text from Thea, thank God if the dream had turned out to be real...

Thea: 

Hey, sorry I had to leave early, Ollie needed help down at city hall again. Happy birthday btw!!

You: 

Awww I was hoping I'd get to spend the day with you. Thx btw.

Thea: 

I know, me too sweetie

How 'bout I make it up to you tonight with a dinner date at my loft? You can get your birthday present there too!

You: 

Sounds good to me!

Thea: 

Can't believe you're 22 already, grampsssss

You: 

==" Seriously? I'm just a year older than you

Thea: 

1 year is foreverrrrrr~~~~ XD

You: 

Pffffttttt. Come on like you literally can't tell when you look at us!!

Thea: 

Except the wrinkles on your face, and the amount of complaining....

You: 

Hey!!! Uncalled for!!! I do not have wrinkles 

and I most definitely don't complain like a senior citizen!!!

Thea: 

You didn't let me finish!!!! ... I was gonna say but you look gorgeous anyways despite all that.

You:

 ...

Thea: 

What?

You: 

If I'm actually old and grey will you still say that?

Thea: 

Awww of course I will honey! To me you're always gonna look gorgeous no matter if you have gray hair or no hair or whatever! Besides, I didn't fall in love just with your looks you know? I also fell for the kind, caring, and amazing man that you are underneath all that, and that, that won't go away, ever, so neither will my love for you. Okay?

You: 

Thea..... That's.... The nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, thank you babe. Thank you so much.

Thea: 

Anytime sweetie. Where's this sudden bout of self doubt coming from?

You: 

I uhhhhh, had a nightmare last night. You... Left me. Something about me not being good enough for you. So I just got scared that it'd actually happen for real too when you said that part about me being old.

Thea: 

Sweetie, like I just said, I didn't just fall for your looks, I fell for who you are as a person, all your flaws and misgivings included. So your nightmare is just that, a nightmare, I'll never leave you, so don't doubt yourself okay?

You: 

Okay. You know, sometimes I feel like I'm the luckiest man alive.

Thea: 

I feel like I know the answer, but why?

You: 

Cuz I have a girlfriend who, in addition to being the single most amazing woman alive, also loves me despite my flaws and she isn't afraid to constantly remind me of that.

Thea: 

Awwwwwwwwwww, you cutieeeee. Anyways something came up and I got to run, see you this evening!!!! Luv u!!!! Xoxoxo

You: 

Love you too honey, more than anything else in the world

Putting your phone away, you get up and head into your bathroom to shower and start your day. Finishing with your shower, you got out and put on your work clothes: black slacks, white long-sleeved shirt, and a tie. You were a manager after all, a coffee shop manager, but still a manager nonetheless. However, in addition to your manager attire, you also grab an apron. While managers aren't required to do much with regards to the day-to-day operations besides overseeing the staff and handling the occasional customer request, you still liked to help out every once in a while. Sometimes because you're bored, sometimes because it feels bad seeing the few employees at the shop getting swarmed during the morning or evening rush hours, and sometimes because you have nothing else better to do. This of course doesn't go unnoticed by the staff there, they appreciate the gesture and some of them even go out of their way to demonstrate it: from helping you with the customer requests, to staying past hours to help you take inventory and close up shop.

Walking over to your fridge, you open it to find some breakfast, only to find a pre-cooked meal of eggs and toast refrigerated inside it. On it was a small note that read, Happy Birthday honey! Enjoy your breakfast. You smiled. Even after all this time, Thea somehow manages to surprise you in ways that just make you love her even more. A girl who's beautiful, fights crime, and can cook? You really are lucky to have such an amazing girlfriend, you think.

Anyhow, you sat down at your table and quickly wolfed down your girlfriend's handiwork, delicious, as usual.

Pouring yourself a tall glass of orange juice to wash it all down, you're quickly out the door and headed to your workplace right after.

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You're in the coffee shop, after saying hi to the other employees there, you decided that today you feel like helping out a bit so you put on your apron and manned the cashier. Just as well, because the morning rush today is quite busy, within a couple minutes of your arrival you've already received the order from a dozen of businessmen and businesswomen, who after ordering are immediately back on their phones working on whatever deals they were trying to close. Sighing, you quickly passed the order on to Frank, the shop's fastest coffee brewer. After a "yes boss" Frank quickly went to work, 10 minutes, and a very angry coffee machine later, Frank comes back with half a dozen coffees already brewed and ready to go. Man, even after all this time, the guy never fails to impress you with how fast he can brew coffee while still keeping the taste the same.

"Thanks Frank," you said, "Having such a fast coffee brewer really helps the shop out."

"No problem boss," Frank replied. "When the manager is manning the cashier, the least I can do is make sure he doesn't get chewed out by the customers for slow delivery." He smirks.

"Say what you will Frank, I know you would pay good money to see that happen." you replied with a chuckle, to which Frank just shoots a sly grin at you, not denying what you just said. Turning back towards the customers you called out the six orders that Frank just brewed and just as they were picked up, a new set of customers came rushing in through the doors. It's gonna be a long day...

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At noon, the customers were starting to thin out as most people head to an actual restaurant for some real food, the few who do come in are those who want a light lunch. With the lull in the flow of customers, your mind starts to wander. You don't just operate the cashier to help the staff or stave off boredom, you also do it as a way to remember the first time you met Thea...

A/N: That's a wrap for Chapter 1! Please comment your thoughts below! So next chapter will be a flashback about the first time Y/n meets Thea, and I think that in homage to Arrow, I'll be alternating Flashback and normal chapters. the Flashbacks will tell the story of the start of their relationship so the timeline will probably span more than one day, while the normal chapters are all set on Y/n's birthday.

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Canary Cry

Robin/Nightwing (Dick Grayson) x OFC!

Description: Her violence was silent. Until it wasn't.

"I'm fine."

"Fine is just another word for drowning."

Rating T-M (mentions of blood, child abuse, mental health, cannon situations of violence and the like. Loss of parents, hard of hearing/deaf character, poorly written fight scenes lol)

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10

HAPPY HARBOR

August 8, 21:59 EDT

Kate was positioned on the south side of the building, crouching on the edge of the roof. Working perimeter with Miss Martian and Superboy. Which was almost preferable than being in a room with everyone else after the display her, Roy, and Dinah put on. She could feel their questions on the transport over here.

The last thing she wanted or needed was Kaldur pulling her aside before they had left and asking if she was okay after Roy showing up like that but he did and it was almost sweet.

She'd honestly rather just ignore that it had ever happened and block it out from her memory. Which, according to Dinah, wasn't exactly a healthy coping mechanism and Kate would definitely be going home to a talk with the woman about what happened and how it made her feel.

"Link established. Everyone online?" Kate winced at the pressure filling her head, she still wasn't used to the feeling of other people entering her mind.

"This is so weird." Artemis thought? Kate decided it wasn't worth thinking too hard about. Just accepting the fact that she now had voices in her head that weren't hers.

"And distracting. Coding a distributive algorithm on a kitty computer with less ram than a wrist watch is hard enough. Now I have to hear teen-think in my skull?" Dr. Roquette complained and Kate couldn't help but scoff.

"Lady, do you always complain when someone is trying to help you?" Kid Flash's voice entered Kate's head.

"Pot Kettle have you met?" Artemis's words made Kate chuckle, the girl catching herself and fixing her posture on the ledge. Subtly looking around to make sure no one had heard.

"Hey, hey, I do not need attitude from the girl who drove Red Arrow off the team." Kate almost wished she was in that room, if only to see this go down in person.

"That is so not on me!"

"Red Arrow was never on the team KF, him abandoning his friends and family isn't on her." Goldfinch snapped, her mood souring at the mention of the red archer, Kate not there to see the reactions of everyone. Thankfully.

"Fate of the world at stake!" Doc, in the room, waved her arms around to emphasize her frustration with the group of teens.

"She started it!" KF childishly pointed the finger at Artemis, who decided removing herself from the room would be for the best.

"How about I just help Miss Martian, Superboy, and Goldfinch patrol the perimeter?"

"Good idea. Trade places with Goldfinch." Aqualad agreed as the archer walked out of the room, quietly closing the door behind her.

"Where do I go then?" Goldfinch asked.

"Inside." Kaldur answered and Kate sighed but left her perch and headed towards the roof access door.

"You might want to cut her some slack; it was her arrow that saved your butt against Amazo." Robin said to his best friend. The speedster's reaction almost comical if Goldfinch had been in a better mood.

"What no! That was Speedy's- Red Arrow's.... Arrow. Right?"

"No. It wasn't." Goldfinch said monotonously, looking straight ahead with a frown as she lifelessly bounced down the stairwell. One floor closer to the computer lab.

"Well, still not giving her the satisfaction." Goldfinch rolled her eyes and chuckled without any humor. Wondering if this is how Dinah felt with her sometimes, but closing that off from the group chat in her mind.

"I'll make a sweep of the floor, and then report to the computer lab." Goldfinch stated before anyone could protest, Artemis and KF going back at it giving her cover.

She kept her eyes peeled as she made her way through the hallways.

"The virus won't be of much use if we cannot find the weapon. Can you track it?" Aqualad asked.

"My utility fog is not a weapon, it's science. Brilliant science. And of course, I can track it-" Goldfinch cut off the doctor.

"But she'll have to go online. Might as well rent a billboard with this address and an open invite to come kill her painted in neon."

"Goldfinch." Aqualad scolded her.

"What? I'm just stating facts here." The blonde glared at the tile floor under her feet as she walked.

"We will protect you." Goldfinch sighed and stopped in her tracks, looking up to the ceiling and internally groaning.

"What he said Doc."

"Tracking fog now." Goldfinch cleared the last hallway on the floor and started to make her way to the computer lab. Her short period of solitude coming to a bitter end.

"Mmm, that boy." Goldfinch stopped right outside the computer lab and choked down any laughter fighting its way to the surface.

"He can hear you, we can all hear you." Miss M chastised. Someone's a little territorial, Goldfinch made sure to keep her thoughts out of the mental link.

"Oh, I know." The songbird was slowly starting to like Artemis, like actually like her, not just saying she was cool with her just showing up. She was funny, only a little bit, and Goldfinch could relate to having a rough childhood. They were two sides of the same coin really, and that's what scared the bird. Letting someone else in, someone that knew Kate and Goldfinch. Caring for them and then them just... leaving.

"Miss Martian, Doctor Roquette has located the Fog. Reconfigure the Bioship so that Robin and Superboy can pursue." The aforementioned teen boys passed Kate on her way back inside the computer lab.

"Good luck." The blonde smiled slightly at Robin.

"Stay whelmed." Kate rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face growing larger gave her away, "Admit it, it's growing on you."

"In your dreams, Bird Boy." Robin only smirked at the blonde and turned on his heel, running to catch up with Superboy.

"You got that right Goldie." KF muttered as Kate, in a visibly better mood, hopped up onto the counter that ringed the room.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kate looked at the speedster confused, the red-head only shook his head with a look in his eye that screamed, "I know something you don't." And it was slowly starting to piss her off again.

"Nothing, never mind." Kate only pursed her lips and leaned back against the wall behind her while crossing her arms over her stomach.

After some time in relative silence, KF decides to stand outside the door, like a bouncer to a club and Artemis and Miss M start talking again.

"You embarrassed Superboy." Miss M accused, annoyed.

"Didn't hear him say that." Artemis fired back.

"Must you challenge everyone?"

"Where I come from, that's how you survive." Kate tensed slightly in front of the Doctors desk, Aqualad noticed but didn't say anything. That was another thing Kate could relate to with Artemis.

Kate could feel it in her gut that something bad was going to happen, and low and behold not even five minutes later, Aqualad is jumping in front of a projectile aimed for the Doctors head.

"Get down Doc!" Kate ordered, standing in front of the older blonde as a woman with dark hair and a creepy mask on her face ran into the room. An assassin sent by the Shadows.

Aqualad jumped in front of the two blondes as two more throwing stars were launched at them and imbedded themselves into his arm. "Mm, that had to hurt."

"Atlantean skin is quite dense." The assassin attacked Aqualad, who uses his waterbearers to block her twin sais.

"And my shuriken are quite poisonous." The assassin replied, Kate cursing under her breath and letting her annoyance of Aqualad treating her like she was fragile and couldn't take a hit fade. Now only worried for her leader and friend.

"M'gann, Kid, Artemis, we are under attack in the computer lab!"

Kate pulled out her batons and started to attack the assassin with Aqualad, hearing the confirmation from Artemis that back up was coming, but not able to respond as the assassin landed a kick to Kate's side and knocking her down before jumping at Aqualad and wrapping her legs around his neck and twisting to take him down. Throwing one of her blades with deadly precision, Aqualad knocking it off course just enough with a water whip to make it miss it's mark by a fraction.

Kate was up quickly and back in front of the doctor.

"Almost, poison slowing you down?" The assassin and Aqualad struggled for the upper hand, Kate prepping a scream as a last resort, knowing it would probably take out this part of the building as well as the assassin. Her powers had been stressed as a "break glass" option only to her by Aqualad for this mission.

"Jelly fish toxin, I'm largely immune." The assassin headbutted Aqualad and knocked him down.

"largely?" She raised her blade and Kate was about to lunge at the creepy mask lady when the sais was knocked out of her hand by an arrow. Artemis's arrow.

"Don't. Move." The archer ordered, distracting the assassin just long enough for Aqualad to get back up and to have Kate move to his side, fists up and ready to throw a killer right hook.

"This gigs' getting interesting." The assassin chuckled and whipped out a foldable sword. Artemis started firing arrow after arrow, only to have them all cut in half or sliced mid-air as KF and Miss M finally showed up. And helped Kate and Aqualad form a barrier around the Doctor.

"Maybe a little too interesting." She threw down a smoke bomb and disappeared.

"She's getting away! You're letting her get away!" Doctor Roquette yelled at Aqualad and Kate.

"This is all your fault! You were on perimeter, how'd that Shadow get in?!" Kid Flash yelled at Artemis, Kate pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance at everything that had just gone down and is continuing to blow up right in front of her.

They had just gotten into a good place, where they really felt like a team, but now with a new member throwing things into chaos.... It was way too much to be dealing with on such an intense mission.

"Wasn't just her that missed things." Kate referenced herself, once again coming to Artemis's defense.

"Yeah, that's not really fair, I was outside too." Miss M added to Kate's statement. It was all very "sister solidarity".

"Outside... being distracted by her!" KF found an avenue to bring it back around on the blonde archer making Kate glare at the speedster. "Besides, I can't be mad at you."

"You gave me mouth to mouth." KF wasn't as good as keeping his own thoughts out of the mind link as Kate and the others were.

"We heard that." The team chorused making Kid groan and walk away.

"I didn't do half as well on my first battle, and I know you can't have been Green Arrow's sidekick for very long." Miss M tried to comfort the archer, in true M'gann fashion.

"Focus everyone, the shadows will be back." Aqualad ordered, getting the teams attention and pulling them back on mission.

"Robin to Aqualad, we're over Philadelphia. We've located the Shadows target, we're too late." Robin's voice came over the comms, Kate cursing internally at the news. "It's destroyed, totally destroyed. The Fog decimated it."

"This is bad," Kate muttered, gaining the attention of the room, "STAR Labs is cutting edge tech and science. And now-"

"And now their secrets are in the hands of the enemy." Robin interrupted, sounding just as pissed off as Kate. "What's our next move?"

Aqualad looked to the Doc, "Re-scan for that Fog, find it. We're moving the Doctor."

~~*~~

"You sure it's a good idea leaving the old married couple to watch her?" Kate asked the Atlantean beside her.

"Maybe not, but your powers are not meant for indoor use." Aqualad had a point, underground or close quarters were historically not smart places to use a sonic scream, which is why Canary trained her as hard as she did. Because not every fight is going to be out in the open or primarily long-range attack centered. "You are better utilized in this leg of the plan."

Aqualad paused and looked to the kind of community center building from his and Kate's positions across the street.

"Stop it both of you." He ordered, sounding fed up with their childish bullshit.

"What?" Artemis and Wally replied offended. Kate huffed and rolled her eyes.

"We can hear you glaring." Aqualad jerked his head to the side, telling her silently it was time to play their part. The two took off into the forested area behind them, and crouching behind a tree for cover.

"Miss Martian, stay in camouflage mode and make a wide perimeter sweep." Kate had to fight back the cringe at how loud Aqualad had said that, but she kept on guard, knowing it was all part of the plan.

A rustle was heard a fraction of a second before Kate and Aqualad were yanked up into the tree by sticky webs. The two fighting against the Shadow and were thrown out of the foliage, Aqualad grabbing Kate and taking the force of being thrown into a van parked on the side of street and falling to the sidewalk.

"Thanks." Kate said breathlessly as they both stood up quickly. The blonde spotting the purple clad assassin fly through the air and land in front of them, Aqualad getting knocked down by an attack from behind while the web guy tried to get Kate.

She let herself get tied up and fell, hitting her head, and "Passing out".

"The Martian could return any second, and I'm not keen on evening the odds. We end Roquette. Now." The assassins left and Aqualad and Kate got up, looking at each other with matching smirks before getting up and going to the place where they had actually stashed to doctor.

~~*~~

Aqualad paced slowly by the windows and Kate stood next to Roquette.

"I've almost got it!" Kate took a deep breath, adrenaline coursing through her veins like her own personal drug. Which only heightened when a loud thump came from the ceiling.

"We've got company!" Aqualad told the Doc, looking to the ceiling just like Kate had done.

"Any day now Doc." The blonde muttered, pulling out her batons and prepping for a fight.

"Uploading now, and you said you'd protect me. You both did." Kate really wanted to smack the doctor. Like a lot. Before she could ask herself if that made her a bad hero a metal ball rolled into the room.

"Oh shi-" it released a cloud of smoke and Kate got into a defensive stance, Aqualad pulling out his waterbearers and turning them into swords.

"No matter what, protect the doctor." Aqualad ordered before turning around quickly and taking three darts to the chest, Kate pushed Roquette behind her and backed up as the creepy mask assassin jumped down from a square in the ceiling.

"Let's test the immunity of your jelly fish immunity, shall we?" The assassin glanced over to Kate, "And maybe see how much the birdie can take. That should be interesting."

Aqualad blinked hard and shook his head to regain his bearings and rushed at the assassin. Kate following orders as much as she hated standing back and letting Kaldur do all the heavy lifting for the moment.

Kate gripped her batons tighter when the assassin took down Kaldur with only a couple hits, the toxin obviously weakening the Atlantean.

"There, limit tested, now..." The dark-haired woman turned to the two blondes. Blink and you'd miss the assassin throwing darts at the teen, Kate's reflexes really saving her ass and the doctor. Pushing Roquette out of the way and hitting the darts out of the air without really knowing how she did that.

"Holy-" Kate almost laughed but the assassin was on her once they realized her darts hadn't hit their target. "Fu-" Kate reacted, throwing up her batons, crossed over the other like an x. Blocking the shuriken and their poison.

Kate didn't wait to react again, needing to put the battle on her terms, needing to get the assassin away from the doctor and outside. Where Kate could hopefully light her up with a sonic blast. Kate's boot met the woman's stomach and knocked her to the ground. The woman caught herself though. Rolling back and into a three point stance.

Kat acted in the split second that the assassin threw more assumedly poisoned projectiles, rolling to the ground and throwing one of her batons in response. The woman standing slowly, Kate matching her pace. The woman laughed.

"Your aim could use some work."

Kate just smirked and held out her hand in an open position. Her baton came back, called by the magnets in her gloves, but not without pegging the woman in the back of the head. It was then that Kate started to feel whoosy. Bringing up a heavy hand to her exposed cheek her fingers came a way with red coating them.

Kate's world started to tip, and she went with it.

"That's disappointing, I thought you'd be able to handle more, anyway...It's time for my appointment doctor." The assassin said darkly, turning her sights to the big fish she came for.

The blonde teen seeing blurry figures, one pushing the other to the floor, a glint of something, labored breathing, muffled words. Nothing solid, like she was underwater, it was constantly shifting. Kate wasn't someone to give in though, pushing herself up shakily and stumbling after the blurry green shape she could barely register as the assassin.

Being forced back into the wall of the building when a small explosion and smoke filled the air. The shock bringing the world back into minimal focus, recognizing Artemis standing on the other side of the assassin with her bow drawn.

"Don't move a muscle."

"Wow, I am completely at your mercy." The assassin taunted, her mask on the ground, but her back to Kate so the only person who could see her face was the archer.

"You." Artemis gasped quietly.

"I suppose now is when you bring me to Justice? Let your new friends interrogate me? I don't think the bird is gonna make it much longer though, not with the stuff I shot her with. Quite disappointing really, I didn't even get to hear her scream." Artemis shot a cautious yet worried look to Kate, who was barely on her feet. "I do wonder though, if your position is secure enough to survive them learning everything I know."

Kate, in the back of her poison fogged mind could put the puzzle pieces together that this was Artemis's sister, the League of Shadows assassin, she had been told about. But she couldn't remember her name for the life of her. Her brain refusing to work like it should as things started to get fuzzy again, her knees giving out.

Smoke filled her senses and she started to cough just as Doctor Roquette and Aqualad came out of the café.

"Artemis, where is the assassin?" His eyes fell to a basically passed out Kate leaned against the building, holding back a sigh of exasperation. The blonde was most likely injured. Again. Why this kept happening was a mystery to everyone on the team.

"She uh, she got away." The blonde teen archer spoke dejectedly.

"Oh! From you? Big surprise!" KF zoomed up beside her as she walked away. "Notice, we got ours." Miss Martian hovered mid-air behind him telekinetically holding Black spider and Hookman above the ground.

The speedster looks to the ground and saw the other assassin's mask by Kate's feet, rushing to the blonde's side and picking up the mask. "Cool, souvenir! Hey GF, come on sleeping beauty, time to wake up."

"Her mask? Did- did you see her face?" Aqualad asked as he took out the darts imbedded in his chest, KF still trying to wake up Kate and getting increasingly more worried about her. Robin would kill him if she got seriously injured again while he was around.

"It was dark." Artemis said defensively, her back facing the team.

"It is fine, Robin and Superboy were able to neutralize the fog, and Dr. Roquette is safe, Thanks in no small part to you," Artemis turned to look at the group assembled in front of the internet café, "Welcome to the team."

KF hung back with Kate as Kaldur and Miss M went up to the conscious blonde. The Atlantean shaking her hand and the Martian laying a green hand on her shoulder.

"I've always wanted a sister. Here on earth, I mean, I have twelve back on mars. But trust me, it's not the same. Now I have two."

"I wouldn't know but, thanks."

KF let Doctor Roquette have a look at Kate as he walked up to Artemis. Miss Martian elbowing him in the side when he didn't say anything, Doctor Roquette helping the younger blonde up to her feet behind them.

"Yeah, welcome," he muttered unenthusiastically, about to bring up Goldfinch needing medical attention when Doctor Roquette did it for him.

"Uh, excuse me, she needs help." The four team members looked to the struggling pair of blondes and Aqualad instantly went on high alert when he saw the blood trickling down Kate's cheek. Rushing up to her and holding her head in his hands. Neck doing nothing to hold up its weight on its own, earning a low groan from the fourteen year old, sweeping her limp body up into his arms and turning to the team.

"We need to get back to the cave now."

~~*~~

"How are you feeling?" Aqualad asked the blonde laying on the scratchy bed in the medical bay.

"Fine," Kate smirked a little at Aqualad unamused face. "Really I'm alright." The blonde reassured, letting her smirk drop into a neutral look of exhaustion.

"I'm glad to hear that. I hate to ask this so soon after you've woken up but-"

"You wanna know if I saw the assassin's face," Kate sighed quietly, rolling her head to the side and lazily looking at the Atlantean, "What did Artemis say?"

Unbeknownst to either of the teens in the med bay a certain blonde archer stood just outside with her ear pressed to the door.

"She said it was too dark." Aqualad answered carefully, slightly suspicious of why Kate would want to know what Artemis had said.

"There's your answer, I could barely see my own hand in front of my face, it was all just a big blob." Aqualad nodded neutrally before giving the blonde a small smile, placing a hand on her arm.

"I am happy you are okay; the other's will be as well. Robin was almost panicked when we told him and Superboy of your condition." The Atlantean smirked at how flushed Kate's face got.

~~*~~

Artemis, after a long night with an even longer wait at the cave to see if Kate was going to be okay, finally Zeta's home. The bright light fading as she exits the phony broken phone booth, feeling eyes on her and knocking an arrow, pulling back and aiming it at the person creeping up on her.

"Step into the Light. Now." The teen archer ordered.

It was Red Arrow.

"Nice move." Roy patronized as he walked closer, making it clear he didn't see her as any kind of threat. "Almost made me believe you are Green Arrow's niece, but we both know you're not," Artemis narrowed her eyes at the correct accusation, "Still, I'm sure GA, Bats, Canary, and Goldfinch have a reason for lying. Though how they got Goldfinch to trust you at all is a complete mystery to me, so... your cover's safe. But I warn you, do not hurt my friends."

With that he walked away.

~~*~~

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[dollwritesarchive]

Oh my god I nearly screamed when I saw what you were doing for your event. If it's not taken yet, can you do “If I’d known how much you liked to be watched I would’ve invited him sooner.” with Dick and Roy?

𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌 & 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 ⎹ 𝓓.𝓖. & 𝓡.𝓗.

fandom dc / masterlist / @dollsdc-library

featuring dick grayson x titan!reader ( f! ) x roy harper

rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog.

content warning alcohol mention, voyeurism, smut

summary roy gets front row seats to the show he really wants to see.

word count 1.2k / mini musing

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.

doll’s three’s company event !

this had started out like a joke; a playful tease between friends, but had gotten very real very quickly.

drinks after the mission, and before long, most of the titans had filtered out to get some much needed rest, but Roy remained, sipping on his cola and being very uncharacteristically well behaved. Dick had his arm thrown around your shoulders, and would pull you in for a lazy, boozy kiss every now and then. each time he got handsier and handsier, until you finally gave in. “Maybe we should get to bed, too, before this one strips me down right here.” you chortled, nodding towards Dick who was wearing a victorious smirk as you got to your feet. “Planning to crash soon, Harper?”

Roy had thought about it for a moment, before shook his head. “Nah. Maybe I’ll stay up a bit.”

“You could always tag along,” Dick replied, standing up with his arms snaking around your waist to pull you close. Roy blinked, taken aback by the invitation, a mirror to your own reaction. Dick rubbed your hips in circles with his thumbs, “Come on, Roy, you think I don’t see the way you look my girl up and down when she’s not paying attention?” your eyebrows quirk, your attention on the archer before you as if asking; you do? Roy Harper rarely had a timid bone in his body, even being outed for checking out his best friend’s girlfriend, and he’d shrugged, a goofy smile on his face. “You want to know what it’s like?” Dick’s tongue swiped at your neck and you tilt your head to one side with a soft moan, “What do you say, baby? Wanna show Speedy here what he’s missing?”

that’s how you ended up here.

both hands bracing yourself on Roy’s spread knees, your own turned inwards and locked there to keep from collapsing, Dick gripping your hips with both hands, jerking you back to meet his hard, deep thrusting. each time he fills you to the brim with cock, your ass ripples against his pelvis, and your eyes widen, as if you’re amazed by just how much he had to give, no matter how many times you’d taken it. “Fuck,” you mewl, brows knit together, tiers parted, “Dick, don’t stop.”

you hadn’t been expecting Roy to enjoy it so much, but he was planted in the armchair with one palm rubbing rough circles around the tent in his trousers, and the other gripping your face, thumb and forefinger hollowing your cheeks. “Keep those pretty eyes on me, sweetheart,” he cooed, teeth nipping at his lower lip as he spoke, “I’m likin’ how big they get when you’re full of cock.” your fingers clench the fabric of his pants, gripping handfuls of the slack at his kneecaps, a sultry moan expelled with a huff of air against his face. “Listen to you, whining like a bitch in heat.” he chuckles, thick and wanting, his hand dropping from your face so he can recline against the back of the chair and get a clearer view of your body. eyes scanning up over your calves, to your thighs that were sticky with your arousal; they steady there, a guttural groan caught in his throat, “Christ, you’re makin’ a mess, sweetheart. You always this enthusiastic or are you just puttin’ on a show for me?” 

the smile on your lips is a strained, but honest one, “I— I like that you’re— watching—“ you reply in your panting, each syllable punctuated by the sound of Dick’s flesh slapping against yours from behind. you stare at Roy’s face, watching his hungry expression, your own twisted in torturous ecstasy; your boyfriend was angled just perfectly for the thick, palpitating tip of his cock to batter your sensitive interior bundle of nerves. “F—feels good…!” 

“Yeah?” Dick taunts, one hand placing itself splayed on your belly and gliding upwards. he takes a pause at your swinging breasts to grope one, and your back arches against his torso. “How good does it feel, huh? Why don’t you tell Roy how much you love taking it all the way in your little tummy?” 

Roy is patiently awaiting, that tense smile on his tight lips, even as his jaw works. if he was moaning as he palms himself, you couldn’t hear it for your own pleasure sounds, or the way Dick was breathing in your ear, but he was definitely staring. your toes curl, eyelids fluttering. “I love to take it,” you cry out, slamming yourself back into Dick’s merciless rutting, “God, fuck! I love to take it in my little t—tummy!” 

“Perfect girl,” Dick croons, nipping at your ear as his hand careens upward, bracing itself against your throat for only a moment before two, slender digits push their way into your open mouth, “If I’d known how much you like being watched, I would’ve invited him sooner. I bet you wanna cum while Roy watches, don’t you?” 

you nod, fervent, “I—I’m so close, Dick, please!” 

Dick chuckles, his pumps slowing just enough to frustrate your impending orgasm, but not soil it, “I don’t think I’m the one you should be begging. Convince our guest to let you cum on my cock.” you’re groaning, trying to persuade him to speed up again by bucking back against him, but his entire body is pressed to yours, forcing you to take him at his desired speed. 

as much as you want to suck on Dick’s fingers, your dilated eyes flicker to the archer before you, and he’s grinning ear to ear. “Beg me real nice, pretty girl.” he purrs, “wanna hear just how desperate you are.” 

“R—Roy,” you tease his name on your tongue, and feel Dick’s digits pushing deeper into your mouth; you’d just have to slur around them, “Roy, I want to cum so bad, I want you to watch me cum! Please, please let me cum for you!” you push your lower lip out to pout for him, whimpering when Dick’s hips oscillate to grind his hips into yours, stirring the furious bubbling in your lower belly, agitating the need for release. 

Dick groans, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses over your shoulder, “What do you think, Harper?” he asks, bracing himself deep inside you, “Think she’s earned it?” 

Roy watches your pathetic, needy expression and his grin widens, nodding. “How am I supposed to say no to that pretty, pouty face?” he teases, before he sits up, leaning as close to your face as he can, his lips mere inches from your cheek, “I’d say she’s earned a big, fat, screaming, fuckin’ orgasm.” 

“Thank you—“ you breathe out, weakened but happily, already feeling the pressure building up again when Dick’s hips rock back into a rhythm. 

Roy laughs, reaching up with his free hand to pet your face with a condescending hum, “You can thank me when you’re a quivering, oversensitive little pile of fuckmeat on the floor at my feet, sweetheart.”

[academicdisasterfic]

keep doing this

For @drarrymicrofic prompt 'bared'. Thanks to @wolfpants for the speedy beta x CW for minor injury.

'Potter—'

'Shh.' Harry turns on the faucet with one hand and holds Draco with the other, the sudden spray of hot water burning their icy skin. 'Just let me.'

'You can't keep doing this.'

'Doing what?' Harry focusses his gaze on where Draco's lip has split open, ugly and jarring against his pale skin. He brings the tip of his index finger to it, mutters a quiet Episkey, watches as the skin knits itself back together.

They're in just their briefs, and Harry thinks that Draco looks so young like this; drenched and skinny and vulnerable, gazing at Harry like he holds the world in his palms.

'Potter,' Draco says, pleading, and Harry reaches for the shampoo - the one the Ministry supplies, the one that smells like mint, and lathers it into his palms.

'Turn around,' Harry says softly, and Draco does, presses his back to Harry's stomach, tips his head back against his shoulder. Harry massages his temples, his scalp, his forehead.

'It's not fair you can do Healing charms without a wand,' Draco mutters, and sighs when Harry's fingers press into the base of his neck.

'I know,' Harry whispers, and brushes loose strands back from Draco's face so he can rinse out the shampoo. 'I know.'

'You can't keep doing this.'

'Why?'

Draco's eyes flutter shut, blue veins visible on the lids. Harry has the bizarre desire to touch them, to cover them, as if hiding them would make Draco any safer.

'Why?' Harry's hands rest on either side of his neck; Draco's pulse jumps. His eyes squeeze further.

'It's not fair. You know why. You've got to know, by this point.'

'Hmm.' Harry presses his nose against Draco's cheek, slides his hands up his torso, feels his heartbeat. 'You've never asked me how I felt, you know. You've always just assumed.'

He can feel the moment Draco gives in; his hips hitch back and his limbs go soft, and when Harry presses his lips against his neck, hot and needy, he gasps.

'Harry—Harry—'

'Draco,' Harry murmurs, and Draco turns to him, eyes wide and disbelieving, his angular body moulding beneath Harry's hands, pressing into the cold tiles.

Harry presses a thumb against the newly healed skin. Draco's jaw goes slack, and he lets out a soft moan as the tip of Harry's finger slips past his lips, as he wraps his mouth around the nail.

'I can keep doing this,' Harry whispers, and kisses him.

[thefallennightmare]

Guilt-Thirty

Pairings: Andy Barber x Reader

Warnings: fluff, mostly angst, swearing, and some implied smut here and there. There may be some grammar or spelling errors but that's what I get for not proofreading.

Summary: When a murder hits the small-town reader lives in and personally attacks the family she works for, she would never image the toll that it would take on her as well. But not for the reason people would think. The last thing Reader thought she would find herself in during the murder trial was falling in love with her boss, Andy Barber and him returning those feelings.

Authors Note: THERE ARE ONLY TWO CHAPTERS LEFT! Hopefully I can do the ending justice.

Tags: @emimaki @liecastillo @patzammit @evansgal @posiemax @iamemy4 @falling-solar-system @tothemoonandbackx3000 @beckygirl95 @artis1979 @mommad @jennamarieee623 @mansaaay @bellaireland1981 @torntaltos @greeneyedblondie44 @yosoysere @lowkeysebby @dissapointmentofthefam @mansaaay @moonie-brbs @winterberryfox @kookie-sun0097 @bellahadidrealgf @speedy-object-dream @keepcalmandbeajunkie @hollybee8917

There was a faint, distant, beeping that kept in pace with my breathing and with the heavy weight against my chest, I could barely move my body around to see where I was. My eyes tried to flutter open but the brightness behind my lids was too much for my sore pupils. I screwed my eyes shut, listening to the sudden voices.

“Any new updates?”

A deep sigh and movement of a chair. “Nothing. She’s been the same since the last time.”

I felt fingers link with mine and the touch, along with the voices, sounded somewhat familiar. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it yet.

“Well, don’t give up hope. She seems like a fighter; she hasn’t given up yet.”

“Yeah, thanks Doc.”

The hand in mine felt heavy, something weighing themselves down. My head turned slowly to the left and eyes slowly but finally opened. Andy had his own head down low, eyes burning a gaze into the floor beneath him. When he didn’t notice that I had awoken, I gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

His broken gaze lifted from the ground to my face and in a split second, I saw a handful of emotions cross his features. The main one was relief, his dark blue eyes brightening the second they met mine.

“Hi,” I crooked out.

My eyes widened at how broken my voice sounded. I cleared my throat, hoping that would help how rough I sounded.

“Hey,” Andy cooed, “Don’t try to move. Take it easy.”

His grip tightened on my hands when I tried to sit up better.

“Why does it feel like I got hit by a truck?”

Andy hesitated with a sigh, not knowing if I remembered what happened.

I did.

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N. You need to rest,” he moved a strand of hair from my face.

There was something unreadable behind his eyes and I knew that he was hiding something when he kept avoiding my gaze.

“How long was I out for?” I questioned.

He hesitated again so I placed a weak hand on his cheek, pressing my palm into his cold skin and his bottom lip trembled slightly.

“Almost three weeks,” Andy admitted with a deep breath.

My grip on his face faltered slightly while I looked at him with a slack jaw, not quite believing his words. Blood ran cold and I suddenly felt lightheaded, so I rested my head against the pillow.

I ran my hands over my face but hissed with pain.

“Careful sweetheart, you have some stitches above your eye and on your cheek,” Andy voiced.

He grabbed my hands and placed them in his lap, sitting on the edge of the hospital bed.

Even if I remembered what happened, I couldn't quite remember all of the details. So, when I asked Andy for them, his shoulders tensed immediately.

“Laurie was behind the wheel of the car that hit you, Jacob was in the car with her.”

My mind swirled with so many emotions and questions, but one thing stood out from the rest.

“A text,” I muttered.

Andy raised a confused brow at me, so I added. “Jacob texted me right before the crash. He said that Laurie was going to hit a car; I didn’t know it was mine.”

“Damn it!” he cursed, sitting up in anger.

He began pacing around in the small hospital room and with the way his back muscles tensed under his shirt, I knew that Andy was blaming himself for what happened to me.

I almost gasped when I remembered that I wasn't the only one that was in the crash.

“How's Jacob? Laurie?”

Andy shook his head, sadness overtaking his features, and when my own tears began to well in my eyes, I let out a shaky breath. I went to speak but an excited voice rang from the doorway which caught my immediate attention.

“I thought you were never going to wake up!”

Jacob’s arms engulfed me in a bone crushing hug and I bit back a painful moan, not wanting to let him know that I was in so much agony.

“Jacob, take it easy. She’s going to be sore for a while,” Andy stated.

“I’m sorry,” Jacob stood back, burying his hands deep in his pockets. “I’m glad that you’re awake.”

I gave him the best smile I could muster, letting him know that it was alright. He continued to beam his own smile at me, but I peeked over his shoulder towards Andy. I didn’t have to ask because with a slight nod, he gave me the answer I was looking for.

Laurie didn’t make it.

“Hey Jacob?”

“Yeah?” He quipped.

There was a faint bruise around his eye and an inch long scar along his cheek that was slowly beginning to heal. The aftermath of the crash was clear on his face.

I sat up carefully in bed and motioned toward the hallway. “I could use something to drink. Do you mind?”

Jacob quickly shook his head. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Can you get her doctor, too?” Andy added. “They should probably check her over.”

We were alone again and when I patted the spot next to me, Andy obliged by linking our fingers together. I brushed a few kisses over his knuckles.

“Are you alright?”

He scoffed. “I think I should be asking you that.”

“Your ex-wife died, Andy. You’re clearly burying your feelings deep because of me. Don’t do that, you deserve to mourn your son's mother,” I stated.

He nodded, a quick tear rolling over his cheek down through the hairs of his beard. It had grown quite a lot in the last few weeks.

“Jacob took it rough the first week, but I think he tried to be strong for me. He saw how scared I was, wondering if you were going to wake up. I don’t think he has quite understood that his mother is dead.”

My heart broke, knowing that the both of them were too busy worrying about if I would wake up that they hadn’t had the time to grieve what happened. The guilt weighed heavy on my shoulders, and I let out a low sob.

“I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t have to worry about me. Jacob deserves to grief his mother,” I sobbed.

“Hey,” Andy lifted my chin with a finger. “Please don’t blame yourself, Y/N. We’re all healthy now which means we can all grieve together.”

I nodded in his grasp. The uncertainty of what the future held had caused my hands to shake with fear. I was in a coma for almost a month, and I knew my body was weak which meant I needed the time to regain my strength; not to mention heal all of my wounds.

Andy had quietly filled me in on what I all endured.

Stitches on my eyebrow and cheek. My body was scattered with small cuts and bruises throughout, but the main source of the pain was the large wound I had received from when I was almost thrown through the windshield; the bandage around my stomach had covered it.

I let out a deep breath and allowed Andy to make me comfortable on the bed. His soft lips brushed against my forehead and my eyes closed with content.

“I’m going to see what’s taking Jacob so long,” he muttered.

As I watched Andy walk out of the room, my eyelids become heavy, the slumber of darkness taking over my body once again.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

bb / gg, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook is the lead singer in a rock band and failed his Biology class last semester, so he has to take remedial classes over the summer. You're the Biology TA, double major in Psychology and Biology, watching him freak out over his make-up exam because he had overslept. Both of you are surrounded by rumors. Does the title stand for bad boy / good girl or bad bitch / good guy? Who knows.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; not the healthiest dynamic tbh; slight angst due to perceived unrequited love; smut (fem reader, D/s dynamics, begging, scratching / marking, choking, handjob (he is still wearing underwear), multiple orgasms, cowgirl, hair pulling, edging / orgasm denial, cock ring usage, m-masturbation, cum-eating); non-idol!BTS – rock singer, sub!Jungkook x studious, dom!reader

yes, it's SOWOOZOO JK, both the first yellow tropical look and the shredded black shirt look; for those who wanted him to be dom!JK, there is a moment when he is but not in the way you think because that's how I operate

--

Jeon Jungkook was a bad boy.

Wore too much black, dyed his hair too much, had tattoos, always had girls hanging around him. Sang in a rock band on the weekends, played electric guitar, played the game of how-many-numbers-can-I-get tonight? Never gave a girl his leather jacket to wear but was happy to buy her a drink and flirt with her until she got hot with arousal.

You were a good girl.

Always wore a blazer. Crisp white dress shirt and pleated skirt underneath, usually in a dark color. Sensible heels, but always heels. Did too many units a semester because you were double majoring in psychology and biology. Always arrived to class early, always turned in your assignments on time, always turned in your tests early and aced that shit. Took physics with calculus even though you didn’t have to because it was the harder one and you wanted a challenge.

-

Against the wall, shoving a fist into the neck, lips to lips, teeth snapping, hand travelling down, whimpering pleas and harsh growls, keep crying, I like it, ecstasy and pain, nails to skin. Tearing clothes off, biting, marking, I own you, and then, yes, you do, mouth and tongue, aching pleasure, cocked eyebrow, mocking the pathetic whines and cries, stopping right before the end, no, please, I’ve been good, and, you take what you get, hand fitting onto the neck, squeezing the sides, eyes rolling back, skin to skin, bruising slaps that would be seen tomorrow in the mirror, traced with shaking fingers and pants of an open mouth, moaning at the memory of sky-high pleasure while lightheaded and thoughtless, desperate to do it again.

-

There was a rumor.

Everyone liked Jeon Jungkook. He had two smiles, an endearing one and a teasing one. Both encapsulated the kind of person he was, honest and playful. He always sang with conviction, he rapped with savagery, and his lyrics were always from the heart. He always hung out with his bandmates after their performances at bars and interacted with those that came up to him. No one ever said Jungkook was mean or rude in any way.

And yet.

There was a rumor.

A rumor that Jeon Jungkook was taken.

He was the kind of guy that always made sure a drunk girl got home safe even though he didn’t know them. Paid for their taxi and everything. He focused a lot on his music and writing lyrics he thought would connect with others while taking into account his band members. He always told the truth if a girl confessed to him, saying he wasn’t looking right now, that he was very sorry if she thought otherwise, that there was someone he was already interested in.

-

“Oi.”

You slammed a hand onto the tabletop and Jeon Jungkook jumped, the shredded black shirt he was wearing falling down his shoulder, revealing his ink black tattoos on his tan skin. He was wearing a black tank top underneath.

“What’s with you? You missed the exam for your remedial class and you’ve spent the past ten minutes spacing out at your make-up exam,” you barked, pointing to his empty exam sheet. “You haven’t even filled out you name.”

Jungkook swallowed hard. “S… Sorry.”

You frowned. Why was he apologizing to you? Honestly, why did you sign up for this summer TA position again? Oh, right, money and credits. Hmph. It was really just an excuse for the professor to slack off while you did the tedious things like grading and watching over idiots that skipped class. Sorry, overslept. Hung over, probably, since this was the Jeon Jungkook. Rockstar, hottie, famous in his own way.

Whatever.

He could be Jesus Christ and you would still be scolding him for missing his remedial Biology exam.

“Fill out your name so at least I can fail you properly.”

Not that it mattered, since you knew who he was. He didn’t know you knew who he was, and you had zero incentive to inform him that you were indeed aware of the existence of black-haired, tattooed, chiseled-jaw, sparkly-eyed Jeon Jungkook, all due to the constant snide remarks that followed you in your wake.

You wouldn’t be such a bitch if a guy like Jeon Jungkook put you in your place.

Who the fuck was Jeon Jungkook?

This guy, this weirdo about to fail his fucking Biology exam in front of your face.

Impatiently, you rolled up the sleeves of your gray blazer and grabbed a chair, dragging it up to the table. You snapped the chair down and sat in it, smoothing your skirt. You liked to be neat. Even though university didn’t have a uniform, you liked to keep some sort of uniform for yourself. There was a sense of security in knowing you didn’t have to select an outfit every morning. Today, white dress shirt, gray blazer, pleated black skirt that hit slightly higher than mid-thigh. Every other outfit was some variation of this and, in the winter, you wore thick stockings.

You clicked your heels together under the table sharply.

He flinched at the sound.

Jungkook wasn’t looking at you. He was mumbling at his paper.

“I… I think I studied the wrong chapters…”

You clicked your tongue. Jeez.

His hand was shaking so bad that his pen was practically vibrating. You leaned over the table, grabbing his fist to still it.

“Stop.”

Your bare knees hit his bare knees, mostly because he was wearing black jeans with giant holes in them. Jungkook froze, head snapping up, silver earrings jangling, black hair flying, undercut visible for a second.

“You want to pass this class or what?”

He nodded quickly in response.

“Good. I want to get out of here. Keep your mouth shut. Answer to the first question is A.”

His eyes widened.

“Are you… helping me cheat?” he whispered, terrified.

You cocked your head, letting go of his hand. “You said you studied the wrong chapters. I’m not spending forty-five minutes of my life to watch you panic and then ten minutes more failing you,” you replied lowly, dangerous edge to your voice.

“I… couldn’t… I mean…”

You shoved his knees open with yours, narrowing your eyes as he yelped, pleading look in those brown doe eyes. You pressed your knees on the inside of his thighs, keeping them open.

“Answer to the second question is C.”

When Jungkook didn’t move, you reached over and cupped his chin. Felt his racing heartbeat pounding through his veins, coursing through your fingertips. Stared deep into those eyes, lowering the octave of your voice, keeping his thighs spread for you under the table.

“Listen to me,” you murmured softly. “Okay, Jungkook?”

“O… Okay…”

And he did.

-

There was a rumor.

Nobody liked you. Maybe it was because of your high scores ruining the class test average. Maybe it was the dismissive way you spoke to people, almost demeaning. Most likely it was a combination of the two. Students talked behind your back all the time, spreading rumors. Friends? What friends? You had an average of twenty class credits a semester. You didn’t have time to make friends. And besides, why try to make friends when clearly nobody wanted to be your friend?

And yet.

There was a rumor.

You ignored such things. You didn’t need such distractions.

-

“It would be too suspicious if you got full marks. This score is high enough.”

“O… Okay…”

“Get on the table.”

Jungkook scrambled on the wooden tabletop as you pushed his exam aside. You were still sitting in your chair. Your head tilted, eyebrow lifting at his speedy response to your rather suspicious request.

“You listened.”

He blinked at you. “Uh… yeah?”

Silence.

“Why?” you finally said.

Jungkook gulped. “Be… because you asked,” he mumbled, knees on the table, hands clutching his knees.

“You can just walk out and report me.”

He shook his head quickly, black hair flying everywhere. “I don’t want to.”

Your other eyebrow raised. He chewed on his lip, a flash of pink tongue in his movement.

“Tell me what you want. I’ll do it.”

Well.

You decided to test his conviction.

“Edge of the table. Spread your legs for me.”

Instantly, obediently, Jeon Jungkook surprised you by doing it, putting each leg on either side of you, chunky black sneakers hanging down. Shredded black shirt open, hands behind his ass, towering over you, and yet his eyes were watching you, waiting for more, begging for instruction.

“Hm.”

You raised your chin, seeing his impressively muscular thighs and body displayed for you to take. He was so close you could smell his clean, dreamy scent, like a meadow in summer dusk, surrounded by peeking stars and blinking fireflies. Interesting.

But you didn’t need the distraction.

“That’s it. You can go now,” you said dismissively, about to push your chair back.

His legs closed in, pressing firmly into your upper arms. Your eyes flickered up to him.

Jungkook shook his head very slowly.

“Do what you want.”

You saw his chest rise and fall, his silvery voice deepening, pupils expanding.

“I know you want to do something to me.”

His erection was bulging against the zipper of his black jeans. Your eyes went back to his face. He shivered at your sharp stare. All of this was happening in an otherwise empty lecture hall, with you and Jungkook at the very bottom.

Just you and him.

You placed your hands on his thighs. He jumped a little, but scooted closer to you. You slid your hands up. You undid the button of his jeans, scrutinizing those brown eyes. He raised his hips to help you as you pulled the zipper down.

“You don’t know me,” you finally said, no inflection in your voice.

He didn’t look away. “I don’t care.”

“Hmm.” You smirked. “Bad boy, aren’t you?”

Jungkook shook his head slightly, but didn’t break eye contact as you pulled his pants to his knees and reached for his black boxer briefs. “No. I’m a good guy. I want to give you what you want.” You hooked your fingers over the waistband and nicked his skin with your nails, making him gasp, the pleasure evident in his tone. He did not try to hide it from you. “I want to be good for you.”

“Why is that?”

He hung his head a little.

“Something about… how you make me feel…” he muttered. His gaze finally faltered. You reached up and righted his chin, forcing him to look at you. Saw that Jungkook had a mole under his mouth, perfectly in the center. He had a nice shape to his pink lips. You tapped his cheek, nudging him to elaborate. “You… You’re so pretty… and smart… Everyone looks up to you because you have such good grades…”

You doubted that.

Jungkook probably had no idea that most of the school hated your guts.

You didn’t have classes with Jungkook, but you were sure he knew your name because your name was posted on the Dean’s List of the highest-ranking students of the university every semester. Also, you weren’t hard to miss. Every student moved out of your way when you walked through the halls, whispering behind their hands.

Jungkook brought you back to the present.

“I feel,” he whispered, voice trembling, gaze locking with yours. “I feel like I want to be on my knees for you.”

His skin was warm under your nails.

“Like this is where I belong, in your hands.”

You stood up.

Jungkook started, turning into a tight squeak as you placed your hand on his chest and pushed him down.

“Lift up your shirt with both hands.”

He did was he was told, revealing his toned abs and the lower half of his pecs, biting his lip, clutching onto his tank top, ears turning red as he craned his head to look down at you. You didn’t give him any satisfying response. His tan skin seemed to glow under the overhead lights. You studied his face.

Reached up and began to rub his erection through his underwear.

“A… ah…”

“Gonna make you cum like this.”

He shook his head quickly. “P… Please, no…”

You felt him swell and twitch under your hand. He was pretty big. Thick. Pretty boy with a pretty dick, probably. You rubbed the head with your palm, feeling his pre-cum leaking through the thin fabric. He wasn’t kidding when he said you made him feel some kind of way.

“Why not? Make you cum in your underwear and then you have to go all the way home covered in it. All dirty, just for me.”

His handsome face twisted with sinful pleasure at your suggestion, whimpers in his throat. His cock jerked with need, wanting it.

“O… Okay. Whatever you want.”

So obedient.

“So obedient, Jungkook,” you purred, rubbing faster.

He nodded. “For you. Only for you. Just for you.”

Was it just saying those things because he thought that was what you wanted to hear? Or was that how he actually felt? Surely not the latter, considering he didn’t really know you. You leaned over him, placing your free elbow on the table to stabilize yourself. You hadn’t even kissed him.

“You’re so hard for me,” your drawled, lowering your head, letting your warm breath float down onto his skin. “You want to cum for me, don’t you?”

“Y… yes, please…”

“You want to be my toy?”

You pressed your lips to his bellybutton, feeling the smoothness of his skin, tasting it. He moaned at your kiss, your swift tongue flickering out to that delicious skin, whining when your teeth nipped at the softness. Fuck, he tasted so good that you wanted to mark him. Looked so fucking good that you wanted to mess him up, mar him with temporary imperfections on the perfection that was Jeon Jungkook.

“Yes…”

With breathless, lustful conviction.

You licked up his abs, increasing the intensity and speed of rubbing the engorged head of his cock, the pre-cum already soaked through and creating a slippery surface, turning Jungkook’s pitched whines to deep moans, a melody that filled up the entire lecture hall until was the only thing you could hear, Jungkook’s moans as you bit his skin, his moans as you sucked on his skin, moans as you kissed the hard muscle, cries for more at you left marks, pleading for you, sweet and beautiful, clutching his shirt so tight that his knuckles were white, the black tattoos of his right hand standing out, his cock throbbing in your hand, his hips rising to hump your palm, your name on his lips, over and over and over.

“Gonna… gonna cum…” he panted, sniffing slightly, cheeks flushing pink. “Gonna cum like how you want me to, all over my underwear…”

Your fingertips touched his side, seeing him stiffen and then shudder at your gentle caress.

“Do it,” you murmured. “Show me how good you are at listening, Jungkook.”

He bit his lower lip, jaw clenching, squeezing his eyes shut, tipping his head back into the tabletop, whining your name in his chest, your palm working him, slick and hot and hard, pulsating under your roughness. With a sharp moan, his lower lip popped out of his teeth, dark red and swollen, small mole quivering.

“F-Fuck…!”

You felt it and heard it, the unmistakable jolt and squelch as his orgasm splattered inside his boxer briefs, drenching the fabric, drenching your hand, his embarrassed whines as he realized what he had done but still humping your hand, forcing out every last twitch of dribbling cum, causing you to smear it everywhere, coating the sensitive head and adding to the pleasure, his cheeks flushed red, eyes squeezed shut to savor the pleasure and avoid looking at you.

“Shh…”

You crawled onto the table, still holding his cock through his soiled underwear, squeezing it, free hand slipping under his head and lifting him, his eyes weakly opening, scared and anxious, but all you did was lean down and kiss him, pressing your lips to that pure softness, exhaling his name into his mouth, his scent staining your hand, his cologne filling your nose, your whisper in his throat.

“Time for you to go home.”

-

Jungkook thought you would tell everyone.

You did no such thing.

Instead, you ignored him.

He would see you three times a week and, three times a week, you arrived with the professor and left with the professor. Jungkook tried much harder to attend classes, but you seemed not to care either way. He would come to the front and collect his assignment and find that you had marked it up exactly like everyone else, red marks all over his incorrect answers. You didn’t even look in his direction.

The next exam was coming up quickly.

Part of him considered skipping exam day to have one-on-one time with you again.

“Jungkook.”

He jumped, jerking his head towards the hall, confused. Somehow, he had heard your voice. Or rather, did he imagine it? His teeth sunk into his lip, placing a hand on his forehead, confused. His head was confused. He couldn’t think straight. Why had he done such an embarrassing thing with you? Even you had told him to leave and report you. But Jungkook just couldn’t. Not then and not now. He had asked for it.

He still wanted it.

Nobody knew. Everybody thought he was a cocky, womanizing playboy. And he was, but not because of the sex. It was only because he was bored and that was all he could get. There was power in being on top.

And there was power in letting go.

You were bad for him.

He was a good guy.

You were a bad bitch.

And nobody knew.

A hand slapped down on his shoulder and yanked him around, the loose short sleeves of his yellow tropical shirt flaring out, making his sunglasses rattle on his face. You narrowed your eyes at him. Instant shivers down his spine at your stern gaze.

“Are you deaf?” you snapped. “I’ve been calling your name for the past minute.”

“I… S-Sor–”

You waved a hand dismissively, grabbing his right hand and slapping down a post-it into it.

“Chapters for the exam, including the date and time. Do not miss it this time. I will not let you make it up and fail you on the spot.”

You turned on your heel, letting go of his hand.

His left one shot out and circled around your arm, his rings pressing into your skin.

“Wait.”

You jerked your head towards him, glaring sharply. “Don’t touch me.”

And you yanked your arm out of his grasp, but his legs made the choice for him, following your swift strides, his backpack hanging off one shoulder, clutching the post-it and his last strands of sanity.

“Please, wait.”

“What?” was your curt response, not looking back at him.

“Please do it again,” he gasped breathlessly, unable to stop himself.

“Do what?”

“Have your way with me.”

You stopped walking.

Jungkook walked straight into your back and banged his nose on your head. He winced, stepping back and rubbing it gingerly. He didn’t register you turning around until it was too late and you were right in his face. You raised your chin and eyebrow simultaneously.

“No.”

He blinked rapidly, his tinted sunglasses halfway down the bridge of his nose.

“W… Why? Did you not like it? Was… was I bad?”

You let out an amused scoff.

The side of your lips curved upwards.

He had made you smile, even if only a little bit. Just that small thing was enough to feed his courage.

“I…” Jungkook coughed, clearing his throat before he spoke again, voice still a soft whisper in his embarrassment even though no one was around to eavesdrop. “I can be better. I can do better.”

Silence.

He thought you were going to walk away again.

You reached up and plucked his glasses off his nose. Folded them neatly and tucked them in his tropical shirt pocket. Then your eyes found his again and he knew something was different. He could see you clearly now, his vision no longer clouded by sienna.

Now, Jungkook could no longer stop it.

He could feel it all over him, coursing through his veins, arousal like fire. Something about you and something about him. Jungkook could sense the danger, but he didn’t want to run even though he knew he should. He had heard the rumors surrounding you. They could be true.

And yet.

“I want it,” Jungkook breathed, inviting himself into the danger. “I want you. I want to be your toy.”

Your discerning expression didn’t change.

You reached up and gripped his chin, digging your nails into his soft skin.

He whimpered in his chest, moving closer to you.

“What’s my name?”

His brows furrowed, saying your name hesitantly.

You pulled his chin down so he was eye-level.

“Next time you say my name, I will be choking it out of you.”

-

Everyone thought Jeon Jungkook was the kind of guy to grip your wrist with his left hand and your throat in his right, his lips against your ear and his sweaty chest against your back as you slapped your ass into his crotch and fucked yourself with his rock-hard cock, his smirk in your ear as he provided you with a certain type of encouragement.

“That’s right, you want this dick, don’t you? Show me. Prove to me you want it.”

His fingertips tightening against the sides of your neck, listening to your pathetic cries and moans as you tried to squirm against him, brain running out of oxygen due to lack of blood, running out of thoughts, running out of pleas as Jungkook gripped your wrist, deep snarl against your hair as he roughly finished himself off using your body because that’s all you were, someone to be used by him and nothing more, neck suddenly released with a breathless gasp and shoved face first into the sheets with his right hand splayed on your back, his tattoos and your orgasm crashing down on you, his growls staining the air and a fierce jerk of his hips to spill into your tight hole and leave you moments after, nothing but a discarded toy in his eyes.

You thought.

That was what everyone thought when Jeon Jungkook stood on stage, flipping his dark violet microphone between verses and smirking like a devil, truly in command of every thought and every pair of eyes on him, surrounded by a heavy bass line and deafening drums, guitar solo tearing through the moment to emphasize the next of his lips nearing the mic again, entrancing the crowd with his beautiful lips and talented tongue.

No one knew.

-

You were riding him hard and fast, torn condom wrappers and used condoms littering his bed, back-to-back orgasms, his head pressed into his pillows, your hand around his neck, the other leaving long lines down his chest, scratching him so hard that it dotted red, blooming lines of pain.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop, f-fuck…”

Jungkook was hoarsely whispering, clutching his sheets, black hair soaked with sweat, raising his chest to your nails, whimpering, punish me, punish me, punish me, and you muttered plainly with a sharp edge, you talk too much, your grip tightening again, pressing onto the sides of his neck, cutting off the blood flow, and Jungkook moaned gratefully, eyelids fluttering, the slap of your hips to his louder and louder, filling up his whole bedroom, rattling his bedframe, fucking him so hard he was slowly sliding up to his headboard.

Your name fell from his lips in pure ecstasy, back arching to shove his whole length fully into you, thick and hard and twitching with need, your slick walls clamping down on him, fitting to him with a hiss. He began to match you, breathless, lightheaded, world hazy, moaning from deep in his chest, I love you, and your reply was only tightening your grip, your hand and your pussy, harder, harder, harder.

“Aren’t you such a good guy?” you scoffed sarcastically, letting up for only a second to let him reply, blood rocketing back into his brain, flooding him with oxygen, and Jungkook sucked in a lungful of air, reeling.

“N-No…” he panted. “You’re the good girl… you’re always s-so… so good to me…”

His eyes locked with yours hazy with lust and love. You almost looked away out of instinct.

“You a-always remember… what I like…” he managed to choke out.

-

You left him when you were done using him.

You pretended he didn’t say those words to you. There was no point in acknowledging the nonsense that he said in the middle of being choked and barely functioning. You tapped your pencil against your textbook.

You caught yourself thinking about him.

Jeon Jungkook.

Your eyes flickered to the clock. Late at night on a Friday. He was probably at a bar. You watched the second hand of your plain silver clock tick, tick away. You never asked to watch him and his band perform even though Jungkook always made it a point to text you the address and the time.

It was obvious Jungkook didn’t want you to be his secret.

He wasn’t really your secret either. You just saw no benefit to letting anyone know there was a connection between you and Jeon Jungkook. After all, you were just using him.

You stopped tapping your pencil.

Stared at the second hand.

Tick.

Heard the voices of the rumors poisoning you, saying the things they said.

She thinks she’s so much better than everyone else because she’s a nerd.

The only reason she has good grades is because she fucked that one professor.

I heard she dated him.

I mean, there’s a reason he left in the middle of the semester, right?

He had a wife!

Snap.

Your eyes flickered down.

The tip of your pencil lead rolled across the page, leaving tiny pinpricks of granite.

There was never any evidence because nothing happened. Nothing happened between you and said psychology professor. He left in the middle of the semester because his wife had a miscarriage and he wanted to be with her. It had nothing to do with you. You had long discussions with him about life and existentialism, hanging out during his office hours.

Sometimes, you felt bad.

Had you kept him from his wife? Would it have not happened if he just skipped his office hours and didn’t spend them talking to you? These were irrational, foolish thoughts. They made you guilty even when there was nothing to be guilty about.

He was a nice guy, mid-thirties. Everyone liked this professor.

They blamed you because they didn’t know.

Only you knew, because he told you with tears in his eyes and thanked you for being his student.

You didn’t tell anyone, because he did not owe you an explanation and you were not going to divulge someone’s personal business that they had shared with you in confidence. You watched your reputation crumble and fall apart, watched friends ostracize you, because you didn’t tell them anything and they didn’t believe you. You watched yourself turn bitter and hateful.

Just tell the truth.

There was no truth to be told.

You put your pencil down.

Closed your eyes.

Remembered Jungkook’s face.

-

Your hands were in his hair, pulling hard. His hot breath was in your face, arms shaking as he held himself up, fucking you into his mattress with whines in his chest, begging you, begging you, begging you.

“P-Please… let me cum, please…”

You liked to watch the sweat clinging to his high cheekbones and neck, jaw glistening with tension, feeling his strong body between your legs, his twitching hardness sliding into you repeatedly in rough, hard smacks, squeezing him every time he was fully sheathed inside you, vibrations coursing through you every time he came down.

“Not until I’m done,” you growled and he whimpered, pleading look in those brown doe eyes, black pupils expanded, unable to cum because a vibrating cock ring was restricting his orgasm, keeping him hard but unable to climax, sending thundering pleasure through him and into you. He watched helplessly as you gripped his hair, hissing sharply as another wave of pleasure overtook you, closing your eyes to savor it, savor his swollen cock twitching inside you as he felt the intense massage of your pussy walls closing around him, throbbing around the head and driving him insane, moaning pathetically because he couldn’t follow suit no matter how desperate he was.

Jungkook didn’t ask if you were done.

He just kept going because you told him he couldn’t cum until you were done.

And you didn’t say you were done.

You stared into those brown orbs, hazy with lust and full of conviction to be good for you.

Desperate to be the best and the only one, not knowing there was no one else because no one else wanted you like the way Jeon Jungkook wanted you.

“Pull out.”

“B-But…”

“You heard me,” you exhaled, throbs of pleasure still trembling through you. Your hands slid down, cupping his chin, nails digging into his sweaty cheeks. “Obey.”

With a pained whine, Jungkook obeyed, pulling out of you, his cock covered in your juices, wearing a condom and the black cock ring. You reached over with one hand to press the button on the remote to turn in off.

“Take it all off. Let me see your cock.”

He reached down and slowly pulled the cock ring off, taking the condom with it, whimpering at the sensitivity, his tone hitting a lovely pitched groan as the silicone squeezed the base of the head. His whole body was shaking as it fell from his hands, the veins on his length standing out, head purple-red and angry, white pre-cum slowly beading at the tip, and his face, looking down at you, waiting for your next move.

Cock waiting to be used.

You tapped your chest.

“Cum on my tits.”

“B-But–”

You cut him off.

“You’re going to cum on my tits and then you’re going to lick it off while I watch.”

-

He listened.

Jungkook straddled your waist with his thighs, muscular and defined, right hand wrapping around his cock, sweat making the tattoos on his forearm and shoulder glow in the low light, smelling like sex and musk, his core tightening as he touched his overstimulated length, using the lube of the condom and his own pre-cum to add to the pleasure as he began to stroke himself, moaning as you lifted your hands and cupped your breasts, pushing them together, his eyes on the curve of your cleavage and points of your hard nipples sticking out, and then your face, an indifferent look with a cocked eyebrow, taunting him, unimpressed by his timid grip on his cock, so he squeezed harder, tighter, embarrassing cries falling from his mouth, living for the smirk that slowly began to form on your lips.

It empowered him somehow, that smirk, the little inkling of satisfaction that Jungkook wanted, needed, craved, knowing he was doing well, being good, furiously pumping his aching cock over your pressed-together tits and he couldn’t last, couldn’t help it, too overstimulated and too turned on, too in love with this to prevent himself from tipping over with a hot gasp, spilling streams of sticky white lines over your breasts, spreading them everywhere, making a huge mess because he wanted a huge mess to clean up, shoving the head into your cleavage and shuddering at the sensation of warmth to his scorching heat, able to feel the pulse of the engorged tip dripping out what was left, shivers up and down his spine, the words falling from his mouth that he never stopped saying even though you never acknowledged them.

“I... l-love you…”

He stayed like that for nearly a full minute, but you didn’t tell him to get off.

His eyes were closed, savoring the feeling.

Slowly, Jungkook gingerly removed himself, lowering his body over yours, tongue sliding out, touching your skin covered in his cum, his taste, mine, no one else’s, him on you, lapping it up, salty and bitter and yet he loved it, loved that you told him to do it, loved that you let him paint your skin with his orgasm and now his saliva. He didn’t care that you never said anything to his I love you, didn’t care that you seemed to pretend he never said it, because he would continue saying it when he was with you, hopeless as it was.

It was the small things that kept him going, sucking his own cum off your nipple and wrapping his lips around it, hearing your soft sigh of pleasure, feeling the tap on his thigh that instructed him to scoot up, the small thing of your hand closing in on his spent cock, sending sparks of pain but also pleasure, moaning into your skin as you massaged his balls with your fingers, knowing that he could take more pressure and roughness because he had just came, the small thing of your thumb rubbing the sensitive slit, his face pressing into your breasts, smearing his cheek with his cum and saliva, sliding across your slick skin because of the intensity of the high it gave him, the pleasure and the pain, his right arm coming up to wrap around you, tattoos cradling your torso.

“I love you…” he whispered to your racing heart under his ear, lost in the rhythm of your heartbeat and the firmness of your touch. Jungkook did not care if you hated him saying it.

He would continue saying it as long as he was with you.

-

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing…?”

“Hmm.”

He placed his hand over the bottom of his phone and smiled at the cute girl that was talking to him at the bar.

“Sorry. I have to take this call. It’s important to me.”

He didn’t hear her response, because he backed away, bowing lightly, pressing his phone back to his ear.

“Ah, never mind, Jungkook.”

“No, no. What is it? Tell me.”

“You’re at a noisy place. It’s Saturday night.”

Jungkook pushed through the people, mumbling his apologies and straining to hear your voice over the thundering bass. “I finished. Well, we finished. We’re only drinking. I can leave at any time. I’ll just text the guys to bring my equipment back for me. Where are you?”

“Forget it.”

He opened the door of the club as the dial tone rang in his ear.

Looked up.

Your hand dropped to your side. You were still in your white dress shirt and navy skirt, dressed exactly like you were when at school minus the blazer. Jungkook’s eyes widened. He was in a torn-up long-sleeve shirt with the right sleeve removed, showing off his tattoos. His black hair was wild and half-wet, and he was wearing tight leather pants.

You clicked your tongue.

“I said forget it,” you repeated hollowly.

You sighed and turned around, skirt swishing in your wake.

“Wait, I’ll come with you–”

“Go back to where you belong, Jungkook.”

His hand closed around your forearm, holding tight.

“I belong with you.”

You stopped walking, silent.

“What is it? Tell me.”

You scowled. “It’s dumb.”

“So am I, remember?” he chuckled, his hand slipping down, squeezing yours. “I’m not very good at school.”

You didn’t say anything for a moment. Cars and people brushed past, but Jungkook was focused onto on your stillness, watching your eyes seemed to be thinking about many things. You hadn’t pulled your hand out of his yet. By now, Jungkook knew that if you didn’t want something, you wouldn’t be shy about telling him right away.

You started walking again. Jungkook was still holding your hand.

“It was just a moment of weakness,” you mumbled under your breath.

“A guy…?”

You didn’t answer.

Jungkook squeezed your hand. “It’s okay,” he murmured tightly. “I understand.”

He did not. He wanted to cry.

Your eyes shot to him, pinning him in place. “You don’t understand, Jeon Jungkook. You understand nothing.” You pulled your hand out of his and Jungkook let go, trying to hold his pain, trying not to breathe because he was preparing himself for the inevitable, the moment you were going to break his heart and, if it was right here and right now, then so be it, because he had said how he felt repeatedly and there was nothing more he could do than that.

He loved you so, so bad.

Jungkook knew he shouldn’t, that it was madness, but he did anyway.

But you surprised him.

Your sharp gaze softened.

“You know what they say about me. You have to know,” you exhaled, shaking your head. “You must know the rumors.”

Good girl gone bad.

Jungkook frowned. “About you and the professor?”

He watched your jaw clench.

“Does it matter?” he asked.

Your eyes shifted, not quite looking at him.

“Whether something did or didn’t happen, what does that have to do with me?”

And now you looked at him, guarded, not letting him know your thoughts.

“You…” He swallowed, trying to press the lump down in his throat. “You’re just using me, right? It doesn’t… doesn’t really matter, because in the end I don’t matter to you anyway… right?”

He did not want to cry and yet he did, because he knew he loved you. It was the small things, the way you never let up on him even in class, the way you picked days that were never the weekend and never before exams, the way you would brush your fingertips on his knuckles before leaving when you thought he was asleep, the way on the last time, the last time you were together, that you pressed your lips to his forehead when you thought he was asleep, running your fingers through his hair.

Jungkook was standing outside this bar and there were people he knew walking past, seeing you and him, but he kept his eyes on you, because the only one that mattered was you.

The one he belonged to was you.

He had decided that when he climbed onto the table that day.

He stuck his hands in his pockets and let out a heavy breath. “If people say things about you, then they say things about you. Whether it’s the truth or not doesn’t change the fact I love you. It doesn’t make me love you less,” Jungkook said, speaking at his usual volume, because there was no reason to whisper the truth. “Even if it’s pointless and crazy, I want to be with you until the day you don’t want to be with me.”

His smiled and blinked back tears.

“Even if that day is today, I will never regret it.”

In this cruel summer, you could have ruined his reputation. You could have told everyone the kind of person he really was and you didn’t. You could have spread embarrassing stories of the things you made him do and you didn’t.

Even if he didn’t matter to you, Jungkook was confident that you weren’t a malicious person.

You rubbed your forehead. “The rumors will come to you.”

Jungkook laughed. “So what? I heard a rumor that I removed two ribs so I could suck my own dick. I admit, I considered doing it after hearing that.”

You scowled, but Jungkook only smiled in return. He could see the tension falling from your face with his comment. You clicked your tongue and tilted your head, as if to say, can’t be helped.

“There’s no other guy,” you muttered. “There’s just you and you’re dumb.”

Jungkook blinked rapidly, confused.

“You say it over and over and make me think about it all the time.” You sighed heavily, running a hand through your hair. “I’m not a good girl. People pushed me away and I stayed there instead of trying to repair the burned bridges. I don’t even think I want to repair them. Who knows what will happen next? I don’t think it would be a good idea to put you through that shit.”

You sucked on the inside of your cheek, looking at him apologetically.

“You’re not the bad boy everyone says you are. You’re a good guy. You should find a good girl.”

Is that what you think? Jungkook chuckled, taking out his hand and rubbing his nose thoughtfully.

“I don’t want a good girl.”

He stepped toward you, lowering his hand and his head so that he was eye level with you.

“I love a bad bitch who can push me around and makes me their toy.”

He tilted his head, small curve on those beautiful lips, tiny mole underneath appearing with every smile.

“Which can only be you, you know.”

Jungkook didn’t try to kiss you. He only wanted to look into your eyes so you knew his conviction.

“I love you.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I’ve heard you say it.”

He nodded. “And I’m going to keep saying it until the day you leave me.”

Silence.

Ah.

Your eyebrow lowered and you gave him an indifferent look.

“Hm. I wonder when that will be, Jungkook.”

You leaned in, but before you kissed him, he heard the whisper against his lips, felt the shape of yours as they brushed against his, words he prepared himself to never hear from you, words that he thought you would never say, and that was fine with him, because you showed it, and that was enough.

He thought.

“I love you.”

And then your lips on his and his tears fell onto your cheeks because Jungkook wanted to cry all this time and he could not stop now, knowing that he was so, so in love with you and you finally, finally said it back to him.

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