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sinfulspencer · 3 years

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hello yes it’s me your gf (I hope no one knows who is this cus I’m about to be expose 😃🤌🏼)

You ask for sub!spencer… so HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT you should do where the reader and Spencer are at the field/work and Spencer acts like a dom because he thinks he is to the reader and the reader is like “fuck no I’m the fucking dom in this bitch” so later on the reader shows him who’s really the dom.

listen this is the only way I can think about one right now but I can’t think of one because I’m very much a ****** but mostly a ***😃

Mwah tu novia (you better know who) <3

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: dom/sub undertones (sub!Spencer, dom!Reader), dirty talking, light verbal degradation, heavy teasing hair pulling, oral sex (fem receiver), handjob, unprotected sex, breeding kink

Words: 5.5k

A.N.: I was waiting for someone to request something like this. I had so much fun writing it ;) also hehe ur my cute little bottom, but don’t worry, your identity is safe!

“I like Y/N. She’s a hell of a woman just because she has to put up with you.”

You turn your head when you spot Morgan stepping out of the changing room followed by Doctor Reid. They’re sipping on his coffee, enjoying the dark liquid that is supposed to wake them up after last night’s event that took place in a very weird karaoke bar.

You haven’t exactly slept because you came home with Spencer at five in the morning. Both of you decided not to go to bed. Instead, you took a shower together, you had a very slow but delicious breakfast in bed and then headed to work.

Spencer and Derek are too busy talking to each other to notice you lingering in the hallway with your cup of coffee in your hands and JJ by your side. She’s talking to Penelope inside the breakroom as both of you wait for her to finish making her cup of tea, but you’re eavesdropping on Spencer and Derek’s conversation.

“I keep her at bay, you know.”

Raising your eyebrows at your boyfriend’s sentence, you cross your arms to your chest. He keeps you at what?

“Her? She’s wild, Reid. I don’t believe you can.”

“You don’t know me that well then, Morgan. You may think she’s in control of our relationship but clearly, she’s not.” - says Spencer, a little laugh leaving his lips - “You remember last night, don’t you?”

Derek’s nose twitches, his eyes finding yours for a split second. You’re staring at him with a smirk over your lips but your expression says everything he needs to know: either Spencer is lying, or you’re a very good actress.

You raise your cup of coffee as a way of waving at him and Derek touches Spencer’s shoulder with his, pointing to your direction. Your boyfriend turns around and when he notices you’re standing not too far from where he is, he blushes.

Ah, poor baby. He doesn’t know what’s in store for him!

“Give me a second.” - you tell JJ, touching her elbow - “I’ll be right back.”

Leaving her side, you start walking towards Spencer and you can see him squirming in his own spot. Morgan leans against the wall of the hallway and takes a sip of coffee, hoping the sugary and dark liquid gives him the strength not to laugh at the scene you’re probably going to cause.

Once you reach the two of them, you put a hand over Spencer’s shoulder.

“Good morning Derek, good morning love.” - you press a kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek - “What are you guys talking about?”

Spencer doesn’t open his mouth, the grip you have on his hips tightening. Your fingers are digging into the soft flesh of his waist covered by his smooth shirt, knowing exactly he loves being touched like this by you. He can’t let Morgan know that you have some kind of control over him right now - always.

“Nothing much, bunny.” - says Morgan, using Spencer’s favourite nickname for you - “Your boyfriend was just telling me how much fun you had last night at the karaoke.”

You hum, taking a sip of your coffee. “I had, yes. We should do this again! Isn’t that right, love?”

Spencer bites his bottom lip, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You try not to furrow your brows when he pushes his body against you, turning to look at you with his sweet little smile on his lips.

His smile will turn into a fucking frown when you get home.

You’re not going to let this pathetic act slide.

“Definitely! Next time we’re going to force Rossi to sing something for us. - says Spencer, completely ignoring your eyes on his face - And to buy us all drinks.”

When the conversation ends and you walk back to JJ, you sit next to her behind your desk. She’s telling you and Penelope what she did last night instead of going out with the rest of the team, but you’re not paying attention at all.

Your eyes are following Spencer the whole time. You’re plotting your little revenge on his scene, replying his words in your brain over and over again. He said he keeps you at bay when he knows damn well you can have him on his knees for you, eager to please you, with a single snap of your fingers.

You don’t know why Spencer lied to Derek and pretended as if he was in control of your relationship. Maybe he doesn’t want Derek to know how much of a whore Spencer actually is, or how he spends most of his nights crying out your name and begging you to touch him because he craves you, because he needs you, because he has to have you somehow.

A part of you is tempted to walk to Spencer’s desk and put both your hands on his neck, leaning forward and whispering something dirty in his ear. You know he’d get all worked up for nothing, because you’d simply reject him and tell him to wait until you go home. The other part of you, the more rational one, knows that you can’t play this game at work.

You should be focusing on the case you’re consulting on with JJ but your mind is elsewhere, stuck on the man sitting right in front of you behind his desk. Crossing your legs, you tap your fingers over the cold surface of your table and you let out a sigh.

JJ touches you on the shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts for a moment. “Come to my office whenever you’re ready.”

You nod your head with a smile, watching her walk away.

When she’s far enough from you and Derek is nowhere to be found, you turn to look at Spencer, who’s already working on something on his computer. You notice his eyes fidgeting between the screen and your face, so when you catch him in the act of gawking at you, you give him a gentle smile.

A gentle smile that hides every dirty thought you could possibly gather in your mind.

He’s not ready for tonight. You can’t wait to show you who is in control.

Who keeps the other one at bay.

You step out of the car, closing the door with a loud thud.

It’s been a very long day at work and you couldn’t wait to get home, ease your mind off the creepy images you had to witness with Penelope and JJ for the case you were working on. Spencer, on the other hand, looks as fresh as a rose. As if he has done nothing but read at work, even though he worked on a project with Rossi for one of his lessons.

You wonder if he’s ready for what you have in store.

Well, you wonder if he realised he’s in deep shit for what he said this morning.

“Do you want to order some take out for tonight? - asks Spencer, opening the door for you and allowing you to step inside his apartment - You seem tired, I don’t want you to...”

You shrug, leaving your bag on his couch. “Take out is fine.”

Your boyfriend takes off his coat, hanging it behind the door. “Anything in particular?”

“Surprise me, Doctor Reid.” - you answer, walking towards him and giving him a kiss on the cheek - “Care to join me in the shower?”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, nodding his head and whispering to you he’ll be right there once he has ordered your dinner. He seems so clueless about what’s going to happen and you can’t wait to surprise him with what you have in mind.

Unfortunately you’re not at your apartment, which means you don’t have all the toys you actually want to use on him. Unless he has them…

He doesn’t.

One day you’ll bring him to a sex shop and you’ll tell him to get whatever he wants.

You’re curious to see what he’d pick for both of you.

Stripping off all your clothes, you get inside the shower and let the water wash away all the stress gathered within you. Your muscles are relaxing and you feel much better even if you haven’t washed your hair yet - it’s so comforting to be right there.

When you hear the shower door opening, you turn around. Spencer joins you with a huge smile on his face, his hands immediately finding your cheeks and bringing your face closer to his until your lips meet.

The kiss is brief because you pull away first.

Tonight he has to earn the privilege of touching you, kissing you, feeling you.

Spencer frowns, his hands still not leaving your face. “Hey. Is everything okay?”

“Yes, love. - you tap his chest, a signal for him to step away from you - I’m just not in the mood, you know.”

“Oh, I didn’t want to have sex. - he says, his voice sounding so sweet - I just wanted to kiss my girlfriend because I hadn't done it the whole day.”

You wait for a few seconds, then you speak up.

“Ah, the same girlfriend who doesn’t have control in this relationship.”

His heart drops in his chest.

He didn’t think you heard his conversation with Derek.

“The same girlfriend who’s kept at bay by you.” - you press your index over his chest, pushing him away from you - “The same girlfriend who’s going to make you pay for this, Doctor Reid.”

This is why you haven’t said a single word to him this morning.

You were plotting something and he should’ve known that when you didn’t even look at him when you left for lunch. He should’ve realised you were standing not too far from him and Derek this morning when he said those stupid things.

He shouldn’t have said anything in the first place.

And now he knows he’s fucked.

Totally, completely, utterly fucked.

“Y/N, doll, you know that’s…”

You silence him by snapping your fingers, clicking your tongue. “No. Not a word.”

Spencer bites his bottom lip, his legs already shaking in excitement. He can’t wait to see what’s in store for him, to see what you’re planning on doing to him to show him who’s actually in control between you two.

He can’t wait to wake up covered in your marks tomorrow morning.

“Wash your hair and wait for me in the bedroom, love. I’m going to have so much fun tonight, I promise you that.”

You haven’t said “we”, which means only one thing: he’s not going to be able to come unless you’re going to give him permission, and you probably won’t until you’re satisfied.

Spencer gets hard at the thought.

He turns your back to you in order to hide his evident erection, putting a hand over it and closing his eyes. He knows he’s not going to be able to hold back if you don’t give a moment and he’s tempted to touch himself right now, just to see your reaction, but he’s terrified of worsening his condition.

He’s already that desperate for you, he can’t have you make him wait.

“Spencer, look at me.”

A soft whimper leaves his lips as his name rolls off your tongue.

He loves when you call him by name, but he misses the pet name.

Is he not worthy of it?

“Did you hear what I said? - you ask, snapping your fingers - Look at me, Spencer.”

Biting his bottom lip and sliding his arms down his body, he obeys your order. Turning around and finally facing you, you know why he was trying to hide himself from you and you can’t help but allow a laugh to escape your lips.

He frowns at your reaction, heat spreading through his body.

He loves this so much, his cock twitching.

“You’re so fucking pathetic, Spencer. You think you have control over me when you’re… God.” - you shake your head, crossing your arms to your chest - “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already so hard.”

The water is hitting his skin, his chest rising up and down rapidly.

You haven’t touched him if not for pulling him away and he’s so hard.

“You told Morgan you could keep me at bay and now you’re trembling, hoping I’d touch you and give you exactly what you need. - you whisper, leaning forward - But guess what, my love.”

You stand on your tiptoes, your lips barely brushing over his earlobe. Spencer shivers at the light touches of your hair against his skin, his eyes closing as he feels your breath hitting his ear without actually touching it.

“That’s not going to happen.”

Spencer gasps at your words, lowering his eyes before letting out a soft sigh.

He’s really fucked, but he’s so excited.

He wants this more than anything in the world. It’s incredible how your words have such an intense impact on him. He can barely get a word out of his mouth without showing you how needy he is for you.

Your boyfriend craves your hands all over him. He needs to feel your body against him. He’s already going crazy, so he knows it won’t take long for him to jump off the edge of pleasure and allow it to crash through him. However he can’t do it without you, without your permission.

Quickly washing and rinsing your hair from your shampoo, you get out of the shower. Spencer follows you in religious silence, keeping his head down low and never looking at you - if he does, he’ll lose his mind and he can’t.

He wants to but he can’t.

You wrap a larger towel around your body, glancing at your boyfriend. His hands are shaking as he picks up the towel that just fell on the floor, gulping when he stands back up and feels your eyes burning your skin.

“You are adorable when you’re this needy. - you break the silence, opening the door of the bathroom - Stop trembling, Doctor Reid. I’m not going to hurt you, you know that.”

He clears his throat, stepping out of the bathroom. “Maybe I want that.”

You raise your brow, shaking your head. “No, you don’t. You’re just terrified of my punishment but you know I’d never hurt you, baby.”

His pet name.

His plan succeeded, you used it.

“Thank you, mommy.”

Here it is.

A sweet smile spreads over your lips, your heart fluttering in your chest. Maybe you can touch him a little before actually playing with him; maybe you can give him what he needs, but not stopping until he’s panting and writhing and moaning and shaking.

You so desperately want to ruin him.

You want Spencer to beg on his knees for forgiveness.

“Go to the bedroom.”

Spencer doesn’t need to be told twice, dropping his towel and running outside the bathroom. His eagerness makes you laugh and shake your head at the same time, because you didn’t think he’d have the strength to actually do that. If you were him, you wouldn’t be able to move at all, stuck in your own place.

You make sure to take your sweet time as you blow-dry your hair.

You fold your clothes on top of the sink.

You wash your face and take off all the makeup residues.

You put on some strawberry deodorant.

You put your used towel inside the laundry basket.

And when you’re done, you walk back inside his bedroom only to find Spencer sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands on his thighs. His cock is springing free, hard and leaking precum.

Getting on your knees for him would be perfect.

However, you’re not going to do that.

“Ah, my handsome baby.” - you whisper, getting closer to him - “Have you ordered our dinner?”

Spencer looks up at you, nodding his head. “Yes, I have. They’ll be here in an hour, they’re kind of packed tonight.”

You shrug, running your fingers through your hair. “That’s fine. We have some time to kill before they’ll be here, don’t we?“

“Yes! Yes, mommy. Please, I need…”

“No, shut up.” - you put your index over his lips, forcing him to stay silent - “I know what you need from me, baby. Tonight it’s all about me, though, because you made me very angry.”

Spencer whines at your words, biting down his bottom lip as you straddle him with both your hands behind his neck. Your breasts are a little too close to his face and he’s dying to take your nipples into his mouth, sucking on them and giving you exactly what you want from him.

He can’t.

“I’m going to show you who’s really in control.”

His cock is sliding against your slit, your arousal coating it as you slowly grind on him. You want to drive him completely crazy, you want him to start panting and crying because of your actions - and when you feel his dick twitch between your legs, a soft whine coming out of his mouth, you know he’s close.

Already close.

“Is mommy making you feel good, baby?”

He nods, looking into your eyes. “Yes, always. You always do.”

Smirking, you lean forward and tempt his lips with a kiss. He’s shaking under you, the pleasure getting almost unbearable for him as he tries his best not to come without even being touched.

His cock is so close to your entrance, your arousal dripping on it.

He knows you’ll feel fucking perfect around him once you end his misery. He can’t wait for it, because he knows he’ll have the best orgasm - or orgasms? - of his own life.

“Do you deserve to touch mommy and make her feel even better?”

Your boyfriend nods erratically, his pink tongue pokes out of his lips. “Yes, please. I want you to forgive me and I know I can make it up to you. Please, let me…”

With a gentle push, you force Spencer on his back. He lays there, completely helpless underneath your fingers as you manage to straddle his chest until your pussy is right in front of his face - aligned with his mouth.

He knows what’s coming and he licks his bottom lips again.

“I’m going to sit on your face and I want you to put that pretty mouth to use, instead of using it to talk shit and tell lies to your friend.” - you say, your voice sending shivers down his spine - 2You can touch me but make sure not to use them to make me come. All I want is your tongue, do you understand?”

He whines again in frustration, nodding. “Yes, mommy. I’ll be good for you, I promise.”

“That’s it, my baby. - you give him a little smile, slowly sitting down - Get to work, you fucking slut.”

His tongue immediately meets your folds, collecting all of your juices before swallowing them down and moaning at the taste. He loves going down on you, he loves knowing that all the whimpers coming out of your mouth now are all his fault - and he can’t wait to make you come all over his face.

Spencer closes his eyes, losing himself in the way you’re rocking your hips.

You’re actually riding his tongue, feeling it slip inside of you before it gets out and swirls around your throbbing clit. You’re tempted to pull his curls but your hands are gripping the headboard of the bed, making sure you stay put on his mouth.

The pleasure is so hot, so intense, so fucking blinding.

He’s doing so good and you’re almost on the verge of forgiving him.

Spencer grips your thighs for leverage, pushing your hips down so that you can’t really get away from his face - but you’re not planning to, wanting to come more than anything in the world.

A wave of heat nearly overpowers you, a soft moan that reminds you of his name slips out of your mouth. Spencer moans as well against you, the soft vibration sending shivers all over your body.

He loves this so fucking much.

You start grinding down on his face, his tongue hitting your clit every single time as his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs. He’s going to leave marks all over your legs but you don’t care.

The tension is building up in your stomach, tightening more and more.

“You’re so fucking good at this, baby. - you whisper, biting your bottom lip - Apparently your mouth is good at something, not just lying to your friends about this.”

Spencer opens his eyes and smirks at the sight. Your back is arching and your fingers are twisting your nipples. He wants to be the one doing that. He's tempted to run his hands up your body but he can’t.

It’s so fucking frustrating.

“Keep going, I’m so close. - you gasp when Spencer sucks your clit, his tongue swirling over it - Fuck, baby, you’re incredible. Don’t stop.”

Grinning at your broken voice, Spencer ducks back between your legs and closes his eyes. Your breathing is heavy and you can feel your heart throbbing in your chest, ready to jump out of your throat as the pleasure gets hard, intense.

You put a hand through his hair, tugging on them. “Come on, baby, make me come all over your pretty face. I know you want to, I know you miss me doing it.”

The sound Spencer makes in return to your teases is enough to push you closer and closer to the edge. The wet sound of his tongue touching you and teasing you is driving you fucking crazy.

He’s drooling everywhere, moaning your name and whispering how much he wants you, how he wants to feel your come dripping out of you. His fingers are digging into your skin, marking you over again, and your moans get louder and louder.

They echo inside his room.

You hope his neighbours won’t complain tomorrow morning.

Spencer has always loved going down on you, watching you fall apart because of his tongue, but he knows you’re the one in control. You were able to control your movements, you were able to force him to moan out your name because of the pleasure.

Now you’re trembling, ready to shatter apart and allow the orgasm to take over you.

“I’m-...”

You can’t even finish your own sentence because Spencer wraps his lips around your clit, sucking harshly on it. Your first orgasm finally hits you like a train, your whole body jerking forward as the pleasure almost blinds you and wears you out.

Putting both your hands over the wall in front of you, you feel your thighs shaking.

You gasp and whine and moan his name, rocking your hips to prolong the pleasure as much as you can. His tongue feels fucking amazing, caressing your slit and then your clit, his drool dripping down your thighs.

Everything feels much stronger.

It’s like your pleasure is amplified, probably due to the fact you have all control.

“Good boy, that’s it.” - you exclaim, your fingers immediately finding his curls - “Fuck, you’re so fucking amazing. I wish I could always have you like this with your tongue buried inside my pussy, always ready to please me.”

Spencer manages to open his eyes, not stopping his movements. He keeps licking at your clit, sucking on it, even after your orgasm has faded and left your body oversensitive, but needier than ever.

He knows you’re able to go further, even if it almost hurts.

Almost.

The pain is deliciously addictive.

“Stop it, baby. You did great.” - you lick your bottom lip, rolling off his body as you lay down on the bed - “Your mouth is one of my favourite things about you.”

Your gaze skips lower as you admire his soft tummy before giggling at the sight of his cock, flushed and leaking against his stomach. That seems painful - and fucking delicious, but he doesn’t deserve to be touched.

Well… maybe he does.

After all, he just gave you an incredible orgasm.

“Did you miss eating mommy out?” - you ask, his eyes settling on your face - “Look at you, drenched in my wetness. Did you miss tasting mommy?”

Spencer’s tongue darts out of his mouth, cleaning off your arousal from his lips as he brushes the back of his hand on his chin.

“Yes, mommy. You always taste so good. - he manages to whisper, his voice raspy - I wish I could do it again, maybe later. If you want.”

You nod your head, using your hand to caress his chest. “You will, if you’ll be good for me.”

He’s getting impatient.

Spencer has given you an orgasm and he has been hard ever since he stepped inside that shower, which was about fifteen minutes ago.

It feels like a fucking lifetime.

He doesn’t realise your right hand is travelling down to his shaft until you grip the base of his cock, a gasp escaping his lips. Heat is already pooling in his stomach, fizzing through his body and building, building, building…

“I guess I have to reward you for making me come so hard with your mouth, baby.”

Spencer feels like he has just won the lottery because you’re touching him. He didn’t think you’d give in so easily and he’d love to tease you about it, but he can’t - not when your fingers, slick with his own pre-cum, are giving you so much pleasure.

You roll on top of his body, straddling his thigh as you lean down. The tip of your tongue traces his bottom lip before you give in, the desire you desperately feel for him finally crashing through you. You capture his mouth with yours in a kiss that drives him completely crazy, his hands flying from his hip up to your hair as he pulls you down to him.

Your lips are tender but urgent as he kisses you back, moaning against your mouth as your tongue melts against his. You feel his cock aligning with your entrance but you push it away, gripping it tightly before starting to slowly stroke it.

You don’t stop kissing him, the head of his cock brushing up and down your slit.

Your arousal is coating his dick, making it easier for your hand to stroke him. Spencer knows he’s close when his stomach tenses and doesn’t say anything, forcing himself to stay focused on your lips and not on the pleasure you’re giving him with your own hand.

If he doesn’t stay focused…

“Are you going to come for mommy, baby? Is mommy’s hand making you feel so fucking good?” - your voice crashes against his mouth - “Hold it, baby. It’s not the right time yet, I don’t want you to come.”

You pull away from his lips, watching Spencer. Your eyes are darkening, admiring every little reaction of his body to your touches - and you smile, a wicked smile spreading over your lips as you see the pleasure getting too strong for him.

Your boyfriend is on the verge of coming.

But he’s holding back, obeying you and desperate for more.

Okay, maybe you’re desperate too…

And what’s the best thing you can do to end his and your misery at the same time?

Doing this will be the end of him.

That’s why you do it.

You put your left hand on his chest and use the right one to push his cock deep inside of you, your body stretching just enough to welcome him in your tight heat. Your velvety walls are clenching around him and Spencer widens his eyes, staring back at you as if you just slapped him across the face.

He wasn’t expecting you to do this.

Your boyfriend wasn’t expecting you to fuck him like that now.

He’s not fucking complaining, because that’s exactly what he needed.

“Oh fuck, mommy…”

That’s all he manages to say, watching you steady yourself on top of him. You don’t give him enough time to register what’s happening because soon you’re bouncing up and down on his cock, your breasts jumping at each move.

A chorus of pleads and moans are coming out of his mouth, his head thrown back against the pillow as you scratch his chest.

You’re so focused on his pleasure that you forget about yours.

It doesn’t matter, you’ll get what you need in a couple of minutes.

“I’m going to ride you until you come inside of me, baby. Am I clear?”

He struggles to even nod his head, his eyes rolled in the back of his head as he grips your thighs so fucking harshly it almost hurts. You don’t stop your boyfriend though, knowing that the tension in his body is unbearable.

He’s crying, tears are streaming down his face.

He’s frustrated because he wants to come.

“C-Close…”

You quicken the pace of your movements, rolling your hips before rocking it back and forth. Spencer’s breath hitch in his throat as he looks back at you, desire and lust flashing right behind his stare - he’s close, he’s so fucking close it hurts.

You try to maintain that same speed, your thighs cramping because of the position.

You’re tempted to interrupt everything and walk outside the bedroom, pretending to be hungry or thirsty just to see his reaction. You don’t want to hurt him though, he has suffered enough today.

Maybe?

Spencer watches your breasts bounce up and down, his hands immediately squeezing them and twisting your nipples between his fingers. There are so many things he wants to say, so many things he’s desperate to yell but he can’t bring himself to do - his throat is completely dry.

And he’s…

“I’m c-co…”

“Come on, fill me up. Make mommy proud, baby, give your mommy all your babies.”

Spencer releases the hottest moan you’ve ever heard as he begins to buck his hips up against yours, meeting your movements and allowing you to feel him so deeply inside of you. His length is hitting all the right places, your G-spot stimulated to the point you have tears in your eyes as well.

“F-fuck… You feel…”

Your boyfriend wants to yell.

You feel so fucking good around him, your pussy takes him so perfectly he thinks he can see the stars - or maybe he’s just dead and gone straight to Heaven. Either way, he never wants this moment to end.

“Please, baby, give me your seed. I want it so bad, I want you to give me all your babies. - you whisper in his mouth, your breasts now pressing to his chest - Please. I need it, breed me.”

And when Spencer comes just like you begged him to do, filling you up with his warmth while a soft moan echoes through the room followed by your name, you reach your second orgasm of the night.

He keeps going, moving his hips and allowing his cock to slide in and out of you. His semen is spilling out of your heat, dripping down your thighs and pooling right between his legs.

“Oh God, baby!”

His thrusts don’t stop until he knows your orgasm has worn off, completely draining your body from all the energy you thought you’d have.

Maybe you’re too tired to actually play with him tonight.

You lay on top of him with your face buried in the crook of his neck, his arms now wrapping around your waist to keep you close. He doesn’t want to let you go, he has been away from you for too long today - he has to make up for all the time you’ve lost due to your annoyance.

Sweat is beading his forehead and you can feel your hair sticking to your skin.

Maybe showering before sex wasn’t a good idea.

There are at least two more minutes of pure silence.

You’re trying to catch your own breath while Spencer registers what has just happened, his orgasm still messing with his head. One minute you were touching his cock with your hand with that wicked smile over your lips and a minute later you were bouncing on his cock as if it was your day job.

It kind of is your day job.

There’s not a day that doesn’t start or end with you fucking Spencer.

“Holy shit, Y/N, that was fucking incredible.”

You pull away from his neck, your mouth pressing a soft kiss on his chin. “Weird, I’ve never heard that before from you.”

Blushing, Spencer runs his hands over your back. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you for misbehaving. - you give him another kiss, this time on his lips - Next time you want to misbehave, make sure you do it on a day where I’m not exhausted.”

He chuckles at your words, playfully smacking your ass. “Yes, ma’am.”

You place your right hand over his throat, biting his bottom lip. “Tell me, Spencer: who’s in control now?”

He closes the distance between your lips, kissing you again. “You. It has always been you.”

Giggling, you close your eyes and melt into the kiss.

Maybe misbehaving wasn’t such a bad idea.

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Heartbeat On Air:Chapter 10

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Sometimes, you just have to rip off the band-aid of confrontation. It’s a very painful band-aid, however, so Sam was reluctant to confront Diana and Astrid.

Lucky for him, he had a boyfriend who could be persuaded to join him for a double date. It wouldn’t be for a few more weeks though, since Astrid and Diana still needed to get to know each other more before Caine could even realize that they were a couple. For all his sadistic genius, he was the most oblivious straight boy Sam knew.

Sam still wondered if Caine would realize Diana was dating Astrid if they made out in front of him. Then he realized that yes, Caine would. And he’d probably get some popcorn to eat while he watched. Sometimes, Sam wondered if there had been a way for Caine to turn out more messed up.

Meanwhile, Sam got to field Astrid’s enthusiastic texts about her date tomorrow. She was adorably excited, to the point where he actually teased her about it. Astrid’s contact now had a dog emoji on the end of it.

So you seem a normal amount of excited about the date

I can’t wait!! To see diana!! And hold her hand!! And eat shitty food!

She took me on this date to a nice place with good food

But mine’s gayyyyyy

It’s got good service don’t knock Lana she’s cool

Omg shoud I kiss her

I wanna kiss her

But are we There Yet or not

The number one rule of dating is that it’s all made up and the points don’t matter

Real helpful. Is that how you got that boyfriend of yours?

Hey it’s one more boyfriend than you have

Yeah but I have a gf which is 67484392058 times better

Speak for yourself. I’m too gay for a gf

I’ve liked one girl in my whole life

That was It.

Who?????? I can’t believe the same temple I know has liked a girl

Eighth grade. Like most things about eighth grade I’ve left that crush behind

I still follow her on insta

Shes still cute and I would date her

My sexuality is a mess™

Yeah but quinn probably thinks it’s a hot mess

😉😉

You’re right he calls me a hot mess a Lot

Something about my messy room

If you’re having ur bf over you better clean your room.

I keep it clean now!

It was before we were dating

Oooh do I get the origin story now

No.

Perish.

It’s too embarrassing to tell.

When I have an embarrassing story about me n diana will u tell me?

Maybe. Hard maybe.

Hard as u

When

I’m gonna stop you right there

Do not even or I will block ur ass

Fine. I have to pack for college anyways.

I’ll leave you behind to NOT TELL ME ANYTHING

Texting Astrid was another world, far away from Caine and blackmail and trials and mothers. Sam would be lying if he said he didn’t spend more time than he should texting her.

Caine still hadn’t replied. Sam was tempted to send another text, but that one would probably be ignored too. He probably didn’t care how Connie felt about him leaving at all.

He remembered that he actually needed to text Astrid about something, that being the double date idea for telling her and Diana about Caine’s plan.

Oh hey speaking of me and Quinn do you ever want to double date sometime

Like when you and diana are ready

Ya sure

Like not for a while tho

You’ll let me know right

Uh huh. Now leave me alone lemme pack

Now that was out of the way, so Sam could go back to making sure Connie was paying the bills, and not letting everything go to shit before the trial. He had a long to-do list for today, and it was probably best to get on it.

***

Astrid woke to soft sun coming in through the window and a light headache. Ugh. She’d stayed up late last night packing everything she owned into boxes and picking out an outfit. It had taken her forever, even with Sam over the phone telling her that she looked good in everything. Astrid had just been so nervous about the date today, and Diana.

Thinking about Diana energized Astrid enough to get out of bed and get started with her day. Which was pretty boring, just more packing, working out her schedule, and talking with her parents about the future. August was upon her, and that meant college was right around the corner.

Yet even as she made all these decisions about her future, Astrid couldn’t help but think about how her future life would be like with Diana as her girlfriend. Would they talk over the phone while Astrid sat on the comforter she ordered? Would they talk about the classes she signed up for? Maybe Diana would visit her dormitory, and help her move in.

By the time the evening came around, she could barely wait to see Diana. The second she could somewhat justify her actions, Astrid threw on her outfit, and made the short drive over to the restaurant.

She checked her watch. A half-hour early, a result of her stress over not being late and her excitement. Astrid stayed in her car, listening to the music on the radio. Not Diana’s station, but another one that she’d been listening to more lately. About ten minutes before the time they’d set, she got out and waited next to the restaurant, the yellow neon sign over her head.

It didn’t take long before Diana showed up. She got out of her car and walked over to Astrid, enveloping her in a hug before she could say anything. Astrid inhaled the scent of Diana this close to her, and wished the embrace would never end.

But then, when they broke apart Diana took her left hand in her right, and all was forgiven. They walked into the restaurant together, hands swinging between them.

The girl behind the counter got their attention as they went in. “Hi, I’m Lana. Welcome to the Healing Place, where would you guys like to sit?”

Diana looked at Astrid. “Um, a booth would be nice.”

“Alright, I can get that for you,” Lana said, grabbing two menus from under the table. She led Astrid and Diana to their table. “I’ll get you guys started off with some fries right away.”

Astrid sat down across from Diana and opened the menu in front of her. “So. I know it’s not as fancy and modern as your burger place, but…”Astrid trailed off, not sure what to say. After daydreaming about how this would go all day, she was suddenly at a loss for words. Lana rushed by again, setting a plastic basket full of fries on the table.

“It’s-it’s fine,” Diana said, taking the ketchup and squirting some next to the fries. “The people here seem really nice, and we didn’t get any weird looks walking in, which is a step above my burger place. It’s a good place to talk. As a couple.”

“Did you have something in mind?” Astrid asked, quirking an eyebrow. Her mind had jumped to R-rated places, and she was half-hoping those assumptions were wrong. She took a couple fries from the basket.

“Just wanted to talk about what being together is going to mean,” Diana said, “for the future, for the present, whatever.” She paused, looking Astrid in the eye. “I want this to go right, so communication is important.”

“Yeah,” Astrid said, a smile forming on her face. “I want this to go right too. We should talk about it.”

“Ok,” Diana replied, taking out her phone, “I actually made a list of things, if that’s not weird or anything, of stuff to go over.”

“Oh no, that’s not weird at all,” Astrid said, laughing. “I made a list of conversation points when I came out to my parents, so if you’re weird, I’m weird.”

“Wait, really? I almost did that,” Diana said, “I had a like, mental list, but I didn’t want to write it down.” She paused, looking down at the screen. “Ok, so how often do you want to get together? Like for dates and stuff. I don’t want to completely U-HAUL it, but I also want to see your face at least twice a week.”

Astrid nodded. “Yeah, that works. And maybe do FaceTime calls whenever we can’t do a date. Or we could do those on days we don’t have dates. But that might be a little too much.”

“Hmm…” Diana pondered it. “Maybe two or three days a week? Not everyday, no, but still do it some? We tend to talk for hours, so I don’t want to do that too much.”

“That works,” Astrid said, “And of course, we can change it based on what happens in our lives. What’s the next thing?”

“Fast or slow?” Diana asked, looking Astrid in the eyes. Astrid momentarily forgot how to form words. Actually, it was a bit longer than a moment.

“Slow, I think. This is my first big relationship, and I want to really get to know you before things get serious,” Astrid said, casting her gaze to the table, cheeks red.

“And here are your fries, ladies,” A server—who was not Lana—put a basket of fries down on the table. “New couple?”

Diana looked at the server. She had dark skin, black curly hair pulled into a ponytail, and a laid-back, yet intelligent air about her. “Uh, yeah.”

“Nice to meet you both, I’m Dekka, Lana’s girlfriend,” Dekka said, “You guys ready to order?”

“Not quite yet,” Astrid said, “We’ve kind of just been...talking.”

“Oh, I remember that part of a new relationship,” Dekka said, “Trying to get to know each other as much as you can, still working out your feelings.”

Astrid and Diana looked at each other. “Uh yeah,” Diana said.

“Well, you look like you get along pretty well. Hopefully, you’ll come back sometime,” Dekka said, winking. “I’ll get your orders in a minute.” She left.

“That was, uh, awkward,” Astrid said, “I swear she just winked at us. So, are you ok with going slow?”

“Yeah,” Diana said, “I don’t mind. It should be better than previous relationships-guys never wanted to take it slow with me.” Caine. Caine never wanted to take it slow. It was all she could do to not say his name. She didn’t want his presence to taint this. She wanted this to be different.

While Astrid really wanted to take this moment to ask Diana about her previous relationships, to get to know her a little better, she was also very curious about what else Diana wanted to talk about. “Anything else important on that list of yours?”

“Not...really. Most of it was specific boundaries if we were going to take it fast. Although I do have to ask, can I come over to your house after dinner?” Diana asked, “And do you want to split an appetizer other than the fries?”

“Uh, yeah. You can come over. And how about we split some nachos,” Astrid said, very happy about both of these things. Diana at her house could only lead to good things. Also, they’d been eating fries all throughout the conversation, and there weren’t many left.

“Sounds like a plan. So, how’s packing for college going?” Diana asked, moving into a more easy topic of conversation.

Astrid told her about finding boxes that fit, choosing which books to bring and leave behind (a heartbreaking process), and her parents begging her to keep everything instead of donating some of it. They ordered, and kept talking about how weird parents could get while they waited for their food to come.

“My parents shipped me off to Coates because they didn’t want to deal with their own mistakes,” Diana said, gesturing with a chip. “Like, if you’re going to cheat on your wife, at least be subtle about it. I was what, five, when I figured it out.”

“Yikes,” Astrid said, “I’d hate to go to one of your family reunions. They got divorced after that, right?”

“Yeah, and shipped me off to Coates, where I tried to stay as far away from them as possible. Around sophomore year-ish, I kind of realized I didn’t want to be like them, so I started to be a good student, get good grades, all that. I got my job at the radio station, made some money so I could get away. They want me to move back in with them, now that I’m not going to college.” They always wondered what had happened to Caine. They loved him.

“Wow. You’ve still got your own apartment and everything though, right?” Astrid asked, “I still live with my parents.”

“Yeah, but you’re going off to college. So you’ll be fully independent,” Diana said, “My apartment is too small to qualify me as ‘living’ on my own. It’s more like surviving, with a side of telling your neighbors to stop having loud arguments next door.”

“There’s no way I’m going to be fully independent in college, no way. I’m going to get peer pressured into everything, knowing me,” Astrid said, giving Diana a look.

“Or you’ll spend too much time studying to actually take care of things,” Diana said, pointing an accusatory fry at Astrid. “Because that was me during finals senior year. I didn’t do laundry for two weeks.”

“Ew! That’s so gross,” Astrid said, leaning forward to snatch the fry out of Diana’s hand with her mouth. Through the fry, she asked, “How do you live like that?”

“Not very happily, let me tell you,” Diana said, laughing. “I had a monster load of laundry to do when summer started. Trust me, I paid for my mistakes.”

Astrid put a hand on Diana’s arm, then said, almost jokingly, “If you ever go two weeks without laundry again, promise me you will call me so that I can come over and do it for you. And maybe cook you a meal or two.”

“I promise,” Diana said, rolling her eyes, “It might be nice to have someone holding me accountable for how I live.”

“Don’t make me call the queer eye guys on you. Antoni would have a fit over the amount of takeout you post on instagram. And Karamo would make you confront Caine,” Astrid said, lifting up her phone like she was about to call them. “Don’t make me do it.”

Diana laughed, loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear her. “Ok, that makes me feel like I absolutely have to keep my life in order. Jonathan van Ness follows my twitter.”

“No way! No way,” Astrid said, her mouth falling open. “How...JVN follows you. Who am I even dating? A literal celebrity?”

“Well...not yet. Being big in the music industry can kind of make you a celebrity, but not in a terrible way. Like, it’s more like being a public figure than a celebrity. Jonathan followed me because I vagued Caine about his shitty hygiene,” Diana said, shrugging like it was no big deal.

“Still. Jonathan Van fucking Ness. That is an accomplishment, Diana,” Astrid said, slapping the table for emphasis.

Conversation never seemed to go in the direction it was supposed to when they were talking, but Astrid didn’t mind it a bit. This was much more fun than small talk. Their food came a little later, and they dug into it immediately, the anxiety that had been there their previous date absent.

“This is terrible food,” Diana said, putting down her burger.

“Yep,” Astrid said, “but we’re eating it.”

“Magical. Especially when Antoni would probably cuss me out on the spot for consuming this much processed food in one sitting,” Diana said, reaching for the fries that had come as a side. “The cholesterol is enough to give me heart problems.”

Astrid put her sandwich down. “Yeah. But I kind of really want to keep eating it.”

“This is gay witchcraft,” Diana said, a few minutes later when she’d finished her burger. “There is no way that should be appetizing.”

“Agreed,” Astrid said, digging into her side of applesauce. “I swear this thing is fried somehow because I can just taste it.”

It wasn’t long before they had both finished the meal, and were slouched in their seats, tired and reluctant to move. The check was paid, and it was about time for them to get out of there. Not many people were left in the restaurant. “We should go back to my house,” Astrid said.

“Yeah,” Diana replied. After a few more minutes of silence, they got up and headed for their cars. Astrid had already given Diana her address, so they both left for Astrid’s house at the same time.

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thou-crusty-batch-of-nature · 5 years

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'Crawling back to you'

(Do I wanna know? Arctic Monkeys)

A/N: I'm soo sorry it took so long! Hope you'll like it! Thank you for reading (and requesting)! Feel free to send a request or message me! Lysm

Pairing: Harry x reader

Warnings: fluff, angst

Request: Could u do something Harry Potter x reader were the marauders are alive and the reader is Harry’s gf and is as good as Dumbledore in dueling. And she was staying at Harry’s house for spring break and (Harry is still the boi who lived) Voldemort attacks them and says something like “if she wins she dafe but for now I am going to take the most important thing in ur life” to Harry and he starts crying but then she out duels him and comforts Harry and Jily notices how much they love each other?

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People have always assumed that I have a perfect life: a loving boyfriend, incredible friends, but people often speak without knowing. And I, of all people, knew that. My life has never been pink, I've never had a family, and besides my friends, no one's ever cared for me. I had lived in an orphanage until an old man wearing funny clothes showed up in my room, telling me I'm a wizard; and a very powerful one, too.

My first year at Hogwarts wasn't a piece of cake either. I was a pureblood gryffindor, but I knew nothing about magic. I didn't have any friends and spent my time either in the library or by the lake. The only person I spoke to was my roommate, a very bright witch named Hermione Granger. She'd always helped me when I was down and even introduced me to her group of friends; including Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. At first, we didn't get along well, but as time passed by we became closer than ever, becoming the family I've never had. We were soon known as the troublemakers of Hogwarts. We used to receive howlers from Lily every week, expressing her disappointment, followed by a short note from James, congratulating our brilliant ideas. In the fourth year, Harry and I went together to the Yule ball, and soon after that, we became a couple.

***

I looked again in the mirror. I was wearing a long-sleeved gown, with grey lace embroidered and a deep decolletage. My long Y/H/C hair fell in a waterfall of loose curls on my bare back.

"Oh my God! You look stunning. Harry won't be able to keep his eyes off you." Hermione said.

"Look who's talking. You're literally glowing!" And she was. Wearing a baby blue dress, she could be easily mistaken for a princess.

"Thank you! Shall we go?" Nodding, I took my best friend's hand. We went down the stairs, careful not to trip. 'These bloody shoes better not make me fall!' The common room was awfully quiet, as almost everybody was already in the great hall.

I was more than excited when Harry asked me to be his partner. I had a crush on him since the beginning of the third year. When we got downstairs he was nervously leaning back and forth, facing the dimly burning fire.

"Hello, Harry!" Hermione greeted happily. He quickly turned his head towards us, mouth falling open while his eyes wandered over my dress.

"Hi-" he said in a squeaky voice. "You-you look gorgeous."

***

Then Voldemort came back. Our life became darker and darker, and since the battle at the department of mysteries, he had been trying to recruit as many wizards as possible. Harry was in incredible danger as the chosen one, and I, because of my power, was the number one in the death eater's list.

I woke up breathing heavily, my hand around my neck. I was used to having this nightmare; I was alone in a dark room, chained, and Voldemort was torturing me in order to become one of them. I woke up seeing the blinding ray of green light, followed by his malicious laugh.

'I am safe. I am safe.' I opened my eyes only to see Harry's panicked face.

"What happened?" I usually spent my holidays at the Potters, who took me as their daughter. I owed them everything.

"You were screaming. I thought that-"

"It's ok. I had a bad dream." Harry sat next to me, hugging my warmly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked, grazing your back.

I turned to see his mesmerizing eyes, losing myself in the spring grass colour. "Not really." I whispered. We kissed like we were afraid of breaking each other.

***

"I told you they love each other!" Lily said, nudging James under the invisibility cloak.

"They are just how we were! He takes after me, so hopelessly in love!"

"At least he managed to take her out! You were so nervous when you first attempted to ask me on a date that I thought you would faint!"

James pinched her nose. "Yes, but look at us now!"

***

"Good morning everybody!" I'd just got in the kitchen, where Lily and Harry were having breakfast.

"Good morning darling!" Lily greeted.

"Morning!" Harry said, kissing my cheek. I filled my plate with scrambled eggs and sat down.

"So what are you cool teens up to these wonderful days?" Lily asked, making Harry sigh.

"Mum, stop. And if you asked, I would love to go for a walk with Y/N." He turned to me. "What do you say?"

"It sounds great!"

The diffuse sunlight painted the morning sky. The shy rays were playing on the fields of flowers, slowly drawing patterns on the spring's colourful mantle. We were walking down a narrow path through the forest. The comfortable silence was suddenly interrupted. Harry fell on his knees, letting go of my hand.

"He's here! He's after us!" Harry shouted, "We have to leave now!"

We bolted without looking bavk. I knew he was here; I could feel it. One could call it instinct, I preferred the term fear. Then, the veil of darkness hit us.

***

I slowly opened my eyes. My scar hurt so much that it made me feel dizzy. We were in a spacious room, made entirely of stone.

"Y/N!" I whispered, slowly shaking her. She was lying next to me, eyes barely open."Y/N! Please!"

"Look what a prize we've got here!" a high pitch voice called. "A small bird told me you two were walking happily through the forest! What a pure coincidence that the Dark Lord had a free day!"

"Bellatrix, stop with your boring talk, bring them to me!" Voldemort was sitting on a dark wood chair, his red eyes burning holes through me. Nagini was swirling on his hand. "Harry Potter and Y/N Y/L/N! The chosen one and the girl who is told to be my only worthy opponent! Let's see who is the best after all!"

"Leave her alone!" I shouted.

"Oh how brave are you! You almost convinced me! But I really want to play," he paused to look at us, "I challenge you," he pointed at Y/N "if you win, you and your loved ones are safe, but if you don't, you'll both lose the most important persons in your life. Do you accept?"

"No!" I said.

***

"Yes, I do," I said at the same time as Harry. Voldemort's eyes were locked on me as a wild smirk grew wide on his face. Bellatrix laughed maniacally, throwing my wand.

"Then we shall start."

"One." The death eater started.

"Two." I took a careful step.

"Three." I glanced at Harry, his horrified face following my gaze.

"Four." I could hear the Dark Lord's laugh.

"Five." His voice was sending shivers down my spine.

"Six." I silently stepped forward.

"Seven." My heart was threatening to jump from my body.

"Eight." My hands were shaking violently.

"Nine." I took a deep breath.

"Ten." We turned.

The duel started.

***

The battle was one of the most impressive I've ever seen. Spell after spell, dodge after dodge, Y/N held her head high, not even budging in front of her opponent. Light against darkness, fire against water, good against bad.

And it was far from over.

***

I was barely keeping my breath steady. Exhaustion was threatening to take over me, but I couldn't stop; I needed to win. Voldemort marched closer, creating a dragon of darkness. 'Shit.' Its black wings spread, and the majestical creature flew to me. It looked like Death. I cast a enormous fire Phoenix. It's battle cry shook the entire manor. The creatures collided, exploding.

"Expeliarmus!" I yelled.

"Abracadabra!" I managed to cast a shield over me in time. However, my spell hit the Dark Lord, the impact throwing him on his back. I caught his wand and disarmed the other death eaters, too. Just then, the order of Phoenix apparated in the room. I fell to my knees. Harry ran to me, pulling me in a bone crushing hug. I don't know when I've started crying, nor when he did. It didn't matter. It was over.

All was going to be well.

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#harry potter #harry x reader #voldemort #lily potter #james potter #gryffindor #slytherin #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #hermione granger #ron weasley #hogwarts

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softspeakmeanstreaks · 7 years

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i truly feel like i could never seriously date a cis guy i feel bad for straight girls

#personal #guys are just... so shit #like they refuse to acknowledge that maybe Just maybe they have it better than women??? and have had it better for centuries????#just bc women gained the right to vote & started entering the workforce in the past 100 yrs suddenly we r equal and there's no discriminatio #i just read that women have it better in stem fields bc there are government programs to help them.... obviously not #or those programs wouldnt have been created #people like to cite that the $.75 to $1.00 statistic is fake and then spew their own fake bullshit not supported by facts #Like what #how dense can you truly be.........#anyway #men have a real inability to sympathize with something unless they experience it or it affects them first hand #sometimes they just don't sympathize.... Ever #like those ppl who are like i used to think X until i had a daughter and now i realize that was sexist #or i didnt think catcalling was a big deal until my sister/gf/best friend/what have you told me that it happened to them #and Then i felt it was a problem #like what.#What #do you really lack the inability to care for people who you do not have a relationship with #did you really think up until that point women were lying when they talked about that stuff.....#alrighty im done if u read this far ur a saint bless u

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bulletproofcarats · 7 years

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The policeman and the drunk

Requested by @mymisstina

JungkookxReader

Fluff, slight angst

He’s been your best friend for seven years. But you’ve never had the courage to confess to him.

“Can you please listen to me for once and take care of yourself?”

You rolled your eyes as you leaned against the wall, near the door to your apartment.

“Look at how you almost got robbed just now!” He gestured angrily. “If I wasn’t on patrol, you might have been in danger!”

“Don’t you have a girlfriend to take care of, Jungkook?”

“I’m on night patrol tonight. And don’t bring Eunhua into this.”

“Well, you do have to take care of her. And I have a social life to take care of.” So go away and continue your job as a wonderful policeman. Thanks.” you unlocked the door and slammed it in his face.

Sighing, you pulled your hair from its ponytail as you sat down on the sofa.

It was two a.m. in the morning, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t hurt that Jungkook was only probably angry at you because you were his best friend.

“Why on earth were you involved this time?”

“Uh, because I tackled the snatch thief to the ground?” You said as Jungkook typed away furiously, taking down your statement.

“Y/N, what if he had been holding a knife?” You ran a hand through your hair.

“I’m a black belt Jungkook, just like you. I’m not the little girl you knew as a kid anymore.” You stopped short as his phone buzzed.

Jungkook picked up the phone. “Hello Eunhua? Yeah I’m still at work. Y/N got called in for a case, I’ll see you for dinner tonight?”

There was silence for a few seconds before Jungkook shook his head, “No, its nothing like that! Okay, see you.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “She thinks you’re two timing her?”

He turned back to you. “Its nothing. I know you aren’t a little girl anymore, Y/N, just, be more careful for your own safety okay? I don’t want to lose you just because you were busy living as your reckless self.

You gave him a soft smile. “Okay Jungkook.”

You leaned against the pillar during lunch, eating your apple as you watched the younger students play in the field.

Jungkook had been asked out by Mina to the school dance.

You were supposed to be happy for your best friend. He was after all, finally dateless for the dance.

Still, you weren’t too pleased about it, considering the fact that you had wanted to make a move, but Mina had beat you to it. The girl was blameless really, she didn’t even know you, but you were unhappy.

You were taken by surprise when a Frisbee came flying towards you, but you were yanked aside by someone and it barely missed your head.

“Whoa Y/N, careful.” You turned to see Jungkook looking at you in concern.

“Oh Jungkook, weren’t you with Mina? She asked you out after all.”

“I declined.”

You looked at him in shock. “You what? Why?”

Jungkook shook his head. “I don’t like her that way. I didn’t want to give her false hope.”

You missed the long look that he gave you as you picked up the frisbee and threw it back to the field with a small jump.

You were shocked when Eunhua snapped at you outside the door of the bathroom at Jungkook’s house.

It had been a social gathering, and you two had been in the same place at the same time.

“Back off from Jungkook, okay?” She glared at you.

“Eunhua, what do you mean? He’s my best friend.”

“Please,” she scoffed. “I know you want to be his girlfriend.” She gave you a contemptuous look. “But then again, you don’t have what it takes. Ungirly? Too rough as well. He’s too good for you.”

You struggled to hold back your tears as you looked at Eunhua. She was kind of right. Her hair was done up in a perfect bun while yours was in a messy ponytail. She wore a shiny black dress while you wore a simple blue one with white flats.

Jungkook didn’t need someone as simple as you. Your best friend since childhood didn’t need a blemish like you.

You blinked away the tears as Jungkook appeared beside the both of you.

“Hi. Uh what’s going on?” You shook your head and smiled at him before walking away.

“Nothing oppa.” Eunhua said as she linked her arms through his. “We were just talking.”

“You think you can actually beat me at sparing?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow at you.

You grinned at him. “Why not, I’m obviously better at kicking than you.”

“Well, I can react faster than you.”

You snorted. “You are always too shook to react to anything. Besides, I remember hearing from your mom, what was it again? Jungkookie is scared of girls.”

“You aren’t that much of a girl to me. And that was four years ago.”

You ignored the sting that you felt at that, looking at Jungkook’s cute bunny smile that lit up his face as he grabbed you by the wrist.

“Come on, lets go do some sparring. Loser treats the winner to dinner.”

You were absolutely gone and drunk.

Why did the world look so blur? Why was everything so funny?

Your phone buzzed with messages from Jungkook and you blueticked them.

Jungkook: Y/N why did you leave suddenly?

Jungkook: Are you at the club again?

Jungkook : don’t leave me on read.

Until,

Jungkook : I saw your snapchat story. Your hair is an absolute mess. And you can’t dance.

Y/N : Jungkook you asshhh.

Jungkook: Wait, what?

Y/N: I’m not a pvrfect pevsron am itv ivnd my fualt iom nvt ur ideap tywpe ike Eunhqa.

Jungkook: I’m positive you are drunk right now.

Y/N: So shut if I and? I dunttt cureee. Jus guuu baxk to whdeva u qere dng.

Y/N: you shunt care abt mi cause I am nurt unhua.

Jungkook : You’re still my best friend .

Y/N: Screw binnng ur bes frun. It huuuurrrttts cus it remind s me that I ain’t ur gf n tht thaaatts Eunhud .

Jungkook: Eunhua’s not my girlfriend anymore.

Y/N: Wuai? Wha?

Jungkook: I heard what she said at the gathering, no one treats my best friend like that.

Y/N: But you luv har.

You were slowly getting back to being sober, texting Jungkook for the past twenty minutes suddenly seemed like a stupid thing.

Jungkook: Not as much as I love you.

Wait, what?

Y/N: Yu wha me?

Jungkook: Oh shit. I shouldn’t have said that.

Y/N: Is it true?

Jungkook: Its been true for seven years.

You could feel your heart beating rapidly. This couldn’t be true. It just couldn’t.

You shut down your phone and went back to dancing. This couldn’t be happening. Tonight, you would just dance it all away and it would be just like a dream tomorrow. You’d deal with it tomorrow, after you were done with burying your head in a pillow.

Half an hour later, when you were almost halfway lost into the music, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you.

You were about to scream when you heard him whisper in your ear.

“It isn’t very nice to leave people hanging Y/N. Especially after your best friend just confessed to you.”

Why the hell was Jungkook here?

Turning around, you glared at him. He was dressed in a tee shirt and long blue jeans. You had forgotten that he was off duty the whole day. “Quit kidding.”

“I’m not.”

“You are. I mean, Eunhua was right. No one would fall for someone like me. I party almost all the time. I don’t do my make up as well as other girls. I get drunk easily. It doesn’t matter if I like you Jungkook, you won’t ever-”

You were silenced by Jungkook, who had placed his lips on yours.

His lips tasted like a mix of cinnamon and chocolate and you couldn’t help but melt into the feeling that buzzed through you.

Jeon Jungkook was kissing you.

Your eyes widened in surprise as he pulled away slightly and used his tongue to swipe your lips gently.

“Did you even read my messages after that?“

Jungkook sighed at the dumbfounded look on your face.

"Nevermind that. But seven years Y/N. You’ve known me for seven years and you think I’m lying?”

The next morning when you checked your phone, you buried your head in your pillow. This time, to muffle your giggles

Jungkook: Before you think I’m lying, let me tell you a short story about a girl whom I’ve known for seven years.

Jungkook: She was my childhood friend, as well as my Taekwondo best friend.

Jungkook: We managed to stay in contact even after graduation and becoming adults. Still, I worried for and got annoyed at her and her risky ass.

Jungkook: I loved her too. But instead of being direct, I tried to put it through being harsh towards her sometimes.

Jungkook: But I reached my limit when I saw another girl putting her down.

Jungkook: So now here I am, telling her about how I feel and- Y/N did you seriously go offline?

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