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winkwonkwankwenk · 3 months

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hey girlie it’s me asking for that football player choso x nerd reader smut who offers to tutor him😉

I had so many ideas for this but in the end, I wanted to write him as a whimpering mess corrupted by reader!!

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Choso is a star athlete who's still virgin- and has no clue about sex. Not a shocker that he's also failing anatomy, which is where you come in to help. What better way to teach him than hands-on ;)

Word count: 1.8k

SFW/NSFW

Pairing: Dumb Jock!Choso x Tutor!Reader

He’s not what you expected.

Choso sits beside you with a quiet nod, fidgeting with his fingers as you pull out a textbook. The two of you had met through your teacher, both of you in the Anatomy class your college offered. You were the one of the students with the highest grade, he was the student with the lowest. You had actually been given an academic accomplishment aware the day you met him in your teacher’s office. He was just as quiet then as he is now, eyes down as if they weren’t up when he was on the field a few days before. What he lacked in book smarts he made up for during games. Thanks to him, your college was going to the College Cup. Maybe if you brought that up you could get him to talk.

“So…congrats.”

“On?” His voice is a rasp, barely above a whisper.

“On all the wins, I've gone to a few games. You’re incredible.” You smile softly and his cheeks flush pink. Cute, you didn’t expect someone so popular to be so bashful.

“T-Thank you.” He sinks in his seat a little, eyes on his lap. He’s used to compliments but they sound different coming from you. “Congrats to you too, on the award I mean. You’re really smart, I wish I was.”

“Thanks, and you are.” You put your hands on his, squeezing them gently. “Sometimes your brain just needs a bit of help.”

“Then I’m glad I have someone like you to help me.” Damn that smile, it’s like his face is as bright as the sun.

He’s a fast learner, clinging to every word that leaves your lips. You catch him staring at them but before you can ask, he jerks his red face away. Weird. He’s acting like he’s never been this close to a girl before, like a first grader on valentines day. You laugh quietly at the thought, there’s no way you’re the first girl he’s been around. He’s handsome, small eyes and thin dark brows with jet black hair cascading down his shoulders. There’s a mark on his face that drags across his nose, maybe a scar from football. You try not to look at it much, but it’s the only blemish you’ve found on his face.

“Y/N, what’s a clit?” He curiously looks at you, pointing to words on the page. How’d he even get that far?! You zone out for five seconds and he’s read through ten chapters! “It seems kind of useless.”

“Useless? It’s literally the best thing to play-” Your face burns and you quickly close your mouth. “Let’s just flip back the chapter before, okay?”

“Is it something weird? Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked…”

“No, no, it’s fine. I’m just surprised-” You move your hands from his to your lap, “-You’ve never…?”

“Never what?” God, he can’t even finish the sentence. Did his parents never give him the talk? He was the same age as you, he had to at least know something but the way he looked at you was so curious and oblivious.

“Choso, are you a virgin?” Normally, you’d think the question was too pervasive but how else were you supposed to ask it?!

“What’s a virgin?”

“Have you ever had sex?” Your voice is a whisper, the library quiet enough for it to seem like a shout. “Hooked up with someone?”

“No, I thought people only did that to make babies.” He says it so casually, shrugging a little. “Why else would someone do that?”

“For fun.”

“...Fun?”

Choso’s never thought of it that way, he’s never really had to. Unlike his peers, when puberty hit him he didn’t run to release it. He kept to himself, focused on sports like his father wanted and grades like his mother pleaded. He had always been well behaved, not an ounce of rebellion in him. College had introduced him to new things like Alcohol and porn, but he wasn’t that into any of it honestly.

“Is something wrong with me?” His shoulders slump, tears in his eyes. His football friends always talked about doing it but he hadn’t really thought much about it until now. “Am I supposed to have done it?”

“No! It’s up to you when you’re ready to!” You scramble to comfort him, cupping his face and smiling. “You’re the one who gets to decide. I didn’t mean to upset you, it’s totally normal to not have done it yet.”

“How do I know when I’m ready to do it?” He says in between sniffles.

“Well, when you like and trust someone enough I guess.” You shrug, “I don’t even really remember my first time. I was pretty young and the guy was one of my first boyfriends. It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal…” He repeats.

You finish studying a few hours later, leaving the library side by side. He’s quiet, eyebrows furrowed and focused on the sidewalk. You give him a gentle nudge and he jumps, apologizing frantically for zoning out. Cute, you didn’t mean to call him it out loud but it slipped out. His face reddens and he thanks you, hands in his pockets as his thoughts churn. Whenever he’s ready? With someone he likes? What if he’s just curious? Is it okay to do it then?

“Y/N?”

“What’s up?” You glance up from your phone.

“Can we…do it?”

And that was how he ended up where he is now, whimpering and sobbing under you as you slam down on his bare shaft. Tight, so tight, it feels like there’s a rubber-band around his cock. Your hands are planted down on his chest, groping it as you suck up every sound that dares to leave his mouth. He’s drooling, head thrown back as his fingers dig into your thighs. Soft, it’s like squeezing a pillow. Weightless, he feels like he’s floating, mind numb as you bounce up and down on his cock. He’s never felt so hot, like he’s going to melt away when you clench around him. He cries out, cock jolting inside of you before spurting a sticky load. You don’t stop, you don’t give him time to recover. His neck is covered in dark red and purple marks left by your mouth, barely any of his pale skin left untouched. Your glasses hang from the bridge of your nose, button-up only halfway buttoned, leaving your bra and breasts exposed. Your room is humid, air thick with the scent of sex.

“What would your parents think, hm?” You taunt, tongue tracing the scar on his nose as he shudders. “Their precious little son, filling up a woman he met only a few hours ago.”

“Y/N, ‘m sorry, I‘m sorry~” His voice is a choked sob, eyes rolled back as he cums again. So he likes being degraded? You can do that. “Please, please, please~”

“Please what? You wanted to ‘do it’ remember?” You slowly stop, sliding his cock out until his tip is nestled in your cunt. “You came crawling to my apartment tonight in nothing but gray sweats and a tight compression shirt like you didn’t think I’d get turned on from that.”

“Y/N~” He cries out when you sit back down, sending his cock back into your warmth. You’re kissing him again, devouring his lips with yours as you grind. His legs are starting to feel numb, vision blurring as his mind fogs. How many times has he came now? At least ten.

“C’mon Choso, don’t go stupid on me.” You coo as if you aren’t crushing his cock between your walls, “Does it really feel that good?”

“Mhm~ good…more…” He can’t think straight, can barely speak. He lets out a sweet little strangled scream when you pin his hands above his head and speed up, “Anngh~!”

You’ve been trying to ignore your building orgasm but if he keeps making those cute sounds you’re going to lose it. His body is so honest, hips arching to meet yours and tongue hanging from his mouth whenever you lean down. God, those eyes are so pretty rolled back. Sweat glistens on his muscles, especially his plump chest and those pink inverted nipples. You want to swallow him whole, suck his soul from his body. You’ll do that next, you’ll take his cock into your mouth and slurp it until it sprays clear shots. Your filthy thoughts are interrupted by your orgasm, pleasure popping in every nerve when his cock hits your spot. You moan into his mouth, his eyes closing as another load spills into you.

“Choso?” You poke him, panting. Your eyes widen when you realize he’s passed out, “Choso!”

“Wet…’s wet…” Is all he manages to mumble, in and out of consciousness.

You laugh breathlessly, slowly getting up to get a washcloth. The cocktail of your fluids string between the two of you, his milky semen dripping from your pussy. You stumble into the bathroom, legs shaking and knees sore. He stretched you out good, thick cock rubbed your walls smooth. You hop in the shower, washing away the stench of sex before going back to your bedroom. He’s still fast asleep, snoring softly and body sticky. You gently shake him away and smirk when his snores turn into low grumbles.

“Hurts…” He winces when you pull him up, his arm on your shoulder as you lead him to the shower.

Your hands are delicate now, wiping him down as he sleeps in the tub. His eyelashes flutter every so often, eyes peeking open as if he thinks you’ll leave him. You kiss his forehead, whispering praises before helping him back to bed. He lays his head on your lap, nose between your thighs. You gasp when he parts them, hazy eyes looking up at you hungrily.

“C-Choso, what are you- ohmygod~!”

“Wan’ taste.” Is all he says before slurping between your folds. Your scent had woken him and his cock up.

Your hands tangle in his wet hair as he gulps down every drop from your cunt. His tongue is merciless, digging inside of you until his nose is buried into your pussy. You moan, rocking against his face. You push his head down, back arching when his mouth moves to your clit.

“You said this was the best to play with…” He flicks his tongue against it and you muffle your cry with your palms.

You’re sweet, sticking to his tongue. He sucks your clit while looking up at you so innocently, as if he doesn’t have a face full of pussy. How the hell was a virgin eating you out so expertly? He twisted and curled his tongue inside of you, grunting when you tugged his hair. Good, so damn good, fuck you just want to push him back to ride his face. A low buzz fills your fuzzy mind and before you know it you’re unraveling in front of him, pussy twitching and spasming around his mouth as you arch into his ministrations. You slump against your bed frame, thighs trembling as you come down from your orgasm.

“Y/N, I learned a lot tonight.” He whispers with a soft smile, kissing your clit. “Thank you.”

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claypgeons · 4 days

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helllo!!!! can i request like study time with our beloved dr. spencer reid? like maybe the reader's going to take an exam for work/postgraduate and she needed spencer's help? thank you!!!!

summary: spencer helps you study for your finals

cw: reader doesn't like studying, fem!reader, fluff, reader is in last year of university!

notes; thank you for requesting ᰔ

“What do you want to study first?” Spencer sat across from you, looking at you with a smile, excited to begin your tutoring session.

You looked over at him blankly, playful making your left eye twitch. “Why are you so perky?”

Spencer scoffed, “It’s studying! Who wouldn’t be perky?” He opened up your patient care book, his eyes moving through the pages faster than you could ever comprehend.

No matter how many times Spencer has helped you study, you could never actually get used to how smart he truly was.

“Anybody with an IQ lower than 187,” you mutter under your breath, you were now in your final year of university, studying for your final, final. At least until you start medical school. But you didnt want to dwell on that just yet.

Spencer let out a fake laugh, handing you your patient care book back, “I’ll make you flashcards while you read that chapter.” he muttered, ignoring your gaping mouth, “No way you finished this whole chapter already.”

Raising a brow, Spencer spoke up, “Do you want me to summarize it for you?”

Leaning forward, you squinted your eyes at him, no way he finished an entire ten-page, front and back, chapter in less than three minutes. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

And for the next two minutes, Spencer talked your ear off, proving you wrong. And when he finished, he looked up at you with a smug smile, “Was that good enough?”

“Don’t patronize me.” you rolled your eyes, opening your book with a scoff.

#spencer reid x reader #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid

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mandarinmoons · 3 months

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Reading with Spencer

A/N: I had a bit of a rough day at work, but because of that I thought of comforting Spencer scenarios which gave me the inspiration for this fic so it worked out in the end <3

Spencer's a reader, we all know that. If he didn't have to sleep the boy would probably finish another ten books by the time his alarm goes off.

Something he loved more though was you, and luckily you were also a bit of a reader, nowhere near as a bookworm as him, but you liked your occasional tale or two.

Whenever Spencer came home and saw a book in your hands his eyes would light up and he’d hurry over to you to see what you were indulging in. You would quickly lose your focus on the plot and your page number as Spencer kept asking you what the storyline was, what the main character was like and how you were enjoying the story so far. It warmed your heart seeing Spencer take interest in the stories you read, but you also wished he’d give you an extra 10 minutes of peace so you could finish your chapter. However, Spencer had a small idea.

Spencer pulled you to your shared bed and sat down with you. He took his own book out to read and rested against you as you focused on your own story. Every once in a while he would glance your way and quickly skim through your pages in order to keep up with your plot and at other points he’d do it to press a light kiss to your cheek or head.

When he would finish reading his book he’d turn and put his full attention to yours. He’d ask you how far along you’d read before making any conversation in order to avoid any spoilers.

When you’d finished for the night and put the book away Spencer would fully rest his head on your lap and you’d run your fingers through his hair as you’d both talk about what you’d read. Spencer would always let you go first because he knew that once he’d start he’d go on for some time and he wanted you to have a chance to get a word in before you’d get too tired.

Other small things he’d do:

• make you a cup of your favorite tea

• if it’s cold he’d wrap you both up in a nice warm blanket and sometimes he’d pull the blanket over your heads so it would feel like you were in a fort

• if he finishes before you he’d pull your head into his chest and lightly play with your hair

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lovely-josuke · 1 year

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𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 — 𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎

I was gonna do the Monster Trio but I only had Zoro’s done and I knew this was gonna be sitting in my draft forever unless I posted it. So here is a small drabble for some content <3

❝𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 418!

When he wants you to pay attention to him, Zoro doesn’t care what you’re doing at the moment. He’ll simply go to where you’re at, pick you up and take you somewhere private with him. Most of the times he throws you over his shoulder and takes you up to the crow’s nest. Right afterwards, he’ll set you down and fall asleep with you running your hands through his hair.

“Your turn!” Usopp tells you as he moves his game piece down the board game seven steps. You were multitasking from the board game Usopp and Chopper invited you as their third member while still reading a book from earlier. You grab the dice left on the board from Usopp’s turn and shake it in your hand before dropping it.

“A ten again? No fair!” Chopper says, moving your game piece ten steps for you. He complains again once he sees you landed on an event space, getting to move three more spaces forward. As Chopper and Usopp did their turns, you felt your body rising. Though the chapter was starting to get good that you weren’t too focused. One hand went under your legs and the other supported your back.

“Hey! We aren’t finished with our game!” Usopp waves the dice between his two fingers in the air.

“Too bad.” Zoro doesn’t spare a glance at them as he makes his way across the deck. The sniper huffs, returning back to the board game.

You instinctively lay your head on Zoro’s chest, flipping the page. He reaches the ladder heading up to the crow’s nest. Zoro shifts you from his arms to his shoulder. Your book drops from your grip in the process which unplugs you from your own world. He starts climbing up the ladder using his freehand.

“My book! You could have at least let me mark where I stopped!” You say to him but he doesn’t respond. Zoro lets you go in first and he joins you, closing the hatch door to the crow’s nest right after. The swordsman guides you to the mattress he slept on sometimes and you both settle down on it.

Zoro lays with his back towards you. He reaches behind him and grabs your arm. He brings it around his torso and intertwines your hands. A quick kiss is pressed on your knuckles. You lean up a bit to see Zoro already dozing off. You smile and place a kiss on his cheek, resting your head on his back.

#one piece x reader #one piece x you #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x you #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro roronoa x you #strawhats x reader #straw hats x reader

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sluttywonwoo · 6 months

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instead of you [part thirty] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, mentions of menstruation, pain, smut (mdni)

word count: 3.6k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

series masterlist | early access to the next chapter on ko-fi

additional smut warnings: face sitting, protected sex, multiple orgasms

That night, Jisung took you to a pharmacy that was right by the resort. It was within walking distance but since you had a bad foot, you took a cab. He tipped the driver extra to leave the meter running and stay parked outside while you ran in together to grab what you needed, and then tipped him again when you made it back to the hotel since the whole journey was more of an inconvenience than an actual ride.

After taking a shower, you soaked your foot like Amir had instructed you to and then fell asleep almost immediately. Surfing had completely sapped you of all of your energy, even without the whole sea urchin incident.

Everything hurt when you woke up. It felt similar to the morning after having sex with Minho for the first time but ten times worse. You groaned as you rolled over, the sound splintering off into a whimper when you tried sitting up.

“Quiet, they’re going to think we’re messing around in here,” Jisung said, shushing you. You’d woken him up with your noises.

“Can’t help it,” you grumbled back.

“Sore?” he asked.

“Incredibly.”

“It’s brutal after your first time.”

“I’ve gathered that.”

“I’ll grab you some ibuprofen and a glass of water.”

“Thank you.”

The morning was spent lazily. Jisung made breakfast for everyone and you all ate together in the kitchen, listening to Dom explain the concept of the new book he was writing. You couldn’t really follow the plot but you still nodded along like you did and let the boys do all of the question asking.

After breakfast, everyone got ready for the day and met in the lobby where you were picked up by a cab and taken to a marina. Jisung had told you that you would be snorkeling most of the day, but you hadn’t expected it to be deep sea snorkeling. The idea was a bit daunting but it turned out that it wasn’t actually as deep as the name suggested. The water was clear enough to see everything and the ocean floor was only about thirty feet below you.

The captain of the boat you’d taken out to this spot had assured you that the area was shallow and full of marine life.

“We just like to take visitors out here because it’s less busy than right by the shore,” he said.

Obviously, the man knew what he was talking about. The snorkeling was one of the highlights of the entire trip thus far for you. You had never seen so many fish in one place before, or coral for that matter. Everything was so vibrant that it felt right out of a page of NatGeo. It was nice just to be able to relax and let the water carry your body weight as you floated on the surface, especially since you were still so sore. You barely had to move at all. It was so peaceful that you almost fell asleep in the water.

The only thing that startled you out of your half-asleep daze was Minho purposefully splashing you as he swam past you.

You broke the news of your newfound dedication to celibacy to him once you got back to the resort that night. You’d stayed up to finish a movie with him after everyone else had gone to sleep and he’d invited you back to his room as soon as the credits rolled.

“I just can’t keep going behind Jisung’s back,” you explained.

“You don’t need to explain yourself to me,” he replied. You could tell he was disappointed but was trying not to let it show. You were disappointed too. You’d only slept with him twice but it was some of the best sex of your fucking life and you didn’t want to just throw that away. “Any reason to want to stop is reason enough, and it’s not my business,” he added.

“It kind of is, though,” you reasoned with a sigh. He just shrugged. “I just thought you deserved to know.”

“Thanks for being honest.” He stood from the couch unceremoniously and turned back to you. “Uh, goodnight, I guess.”

You didn’t respond right away, taking a moment to admire the way the light from the television illuminated his features.

“Goodnight, Minho.”

You cringed inwardly at how weak you sounded, forcing a polite smile. The second his back was turned you started rethinking everything. Were you really going to let him just walk away?

“Wait-” you called out after him. “One more time couldn’t hurt, right?”

Your back hit the mattress as soon as the door shut behind you, Minho having pushed you onto his bed at the same time. You bounced a little, giggling as he jumped on top of you. He moved his way up your body until he was able to kiss you, sliding a hand under your head to lift you up to him. You kissed him back eagerly, slipping your tongue into his mouth as soon as the chance presented itself. Minho moaned quietly and you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer.

“We have to be quiet,” he reminded you after breaking away from the kiss. “Felix is right next door.”

You nodded. “I can be quiet.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

“Mhm, you’ll just have to find something to keep my mouth busy.”

“Fuck.”

He began undressing you slowly, taking his time with you like you knew he liked to do. You were already in your pajamas so everything came off easily. Your t-shirt, your stolen boxer shorts that Minho had probably once thought to be his brother’s, your panties. You were lying naked underneath him in no time.

“I’m off my period, by the way,” you added.

“You know I don’t care about that.”

“Yeah, but I thought you’d want to know… just in case.”

He narrowed his eyes, not following. “Just in case… of what?”

You sighed and flung your arms to the side dramatically. “Oh my god, are you really going to make me spell it out for you?”

“Spell out what?” he hissed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about! I already told you I don’t care about whether you’re on your period or not.”

“Okay, but there are certain things you can’t do on your period.”

“Like what?”

You rolled your eyes. He really was hopeless. At this point, you weren’t sure if he was actually oblivious or being obtuse on purpose. You had been under the impression that Minho liked eating pussy but maybe he had just been pretending to enjoy it for your benefit.

“Do you want to go down on me or not?”

His eyes widened in realization and he nodded eagerly. “Oh, you should’ve just said that.”

“I was trying to!”

“You kept skirting around it!” he argued.

“I didn’t want to say it outright…” you trailed off.

“Why? Are you embarrassed?” He was teasing you and you knew it.

“A little,” you admitted. “I’m not used to asking for what I want.”

He smirked, leaning down to kiss you on the mouth as he answered. “Well, you’d better get used to it.”

You were tempted to tell him it was pointless since this was the last time you were going to sleep together but you didn’t want to bring the mood down so you just nodded into the kiss and tried your best to forget about the depressing reality.

He broke away again, this time to take off his own clothes. You watched him pull his shirt over his head, bottom lip between your teeth as your gaze trailed the defined lines of his body.

“You’re so gorgeous,” you whispered, allowing yourself to reach out and touch him. Your fingers followed the same path as your eyes had and Minho shivered beneath your touch. You expected him to quip back with something smart, something to defuse the sincerity in your voice, but he didn’t. Instead, he pushed his hips forward so that he could grind against you.

A moan caught in your throat and you arched your back, meeting him halfway. The fabric felt good on your clit and the motion of his hips created the friction you had been searching for but you were worried about staining the material. You were already turned on, and your arousal was only building as Minho kissed his way down your neck. You would be mortified if there was a noticeable wet spot on the front of his pants when he pulled away.

For Minho, though, that seemed to be the last thing on his mind. His hands roamed your body like he was trying to memorize each and every curve, like he was an artist, committing your figure to memory so that he could sketch it in graphite once you left his bed.

“Did you want me to?” he asked suddenly.

“Want you to what?”

“Eat you out?”

You shifted a bit on the bed, shy all of the sudden. “Um, only if you want to.”

“Of course I want to, but I wanted to make sure you wanted me to.”

“I don’t know any girl who would turn that down,” you said, half chuckling, then rushed to add, “well there are some people who don’t like it, or prefer other things over it, you know? Or can’t enjoy it because they’re insecure and I mean, I’m not one of those people but-”

“Baby,” Minho cut you off. “A simple yes or no is all I need.”

“Yes. Please.”

Minho grinned and leaned back in to kiss you. “You’re cute.”

You didn’t have it in you to argue so you just pouted as you accepted the kiss. Minho groaned into your mouth, hands coming down to cup your breasts. His thumbs ran over your nipples making you gasp. You got lost in each other for a moment, original goal forgotten until Minho began kissing his way down your neck. He replaced one of the hands on your boobs with his mouth, tongue laving over your nipple just like it would your clit.

You didn’t want to rush him but you were also beginning to feel desperate so you brought a hand to his hair, running your fingers through it before pushing down lightly, trying to signal what you needed. The salt water had left his hair more tousled than usual, leaving it just long enough to fall into his eyes. Even after a shower, it was more wavy than anything. You thought it suited him. Then again, you thought everything suited him.

You weren’t sure how much time passed before Minho finally spoke.

“Want you to sit on my face,” he mumbled against your skin. “Please?”

You sat up a bit, unsure you’d heard him correctly. “Are you serious?”

“Are you going to make me beg?” he asked, not answering the question.

“No, I just… no one’s ever asked me to do that before.”

Minho seemed surprised, likely due to his knowledge of your sexual experience. “Really?”

You nodded. “The guys I usually go for aren’t very-”

“Good in bed?” he supplied.

“Well, yeah. And I’m usually the one asking the girls, so…”

A smirk passed over his face briefly as he processed the information before his expression fell into one of concern again. “Don’t feel like you have to do it just because I want to.”

“No, I know. I’m just a little nervous, I guess.”

“We can stop whenever you want. Just let me know.”

You shook your head and exhaled. “Okay. How should I…”

Minho rolled off of you and onto his back so that you could position yourself on top of him. He helped you straddle his face, big hands rubbing soothing circles on each of your thighs.

“Just so you know, my entire body still feels like jelly from surfing so you’re going to have to do all of the work.”

“I can do that.”

“Are you sure?”

Minho scoffed as if he was offended you’d even ask. “Positive. Do you think I’m weak?”

“N-no! I just-”

“I’ve got you, okay?”

You gulped. “Okay.”

“And that means don’t hover. When I say sit on my face I mean sit. You won’t crush me, if that’s what you’re scared of.”

It was like he could read your mind.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” you whispered in response.

He coaxed you into lowering yourself little by little until you were close enough for him to taste. You balanced your weight on your knees, still not confident enough to fully rest on him despite his words.

But Minho ended up getting his way in the end because as soon as his tongue touched your pussy, you were suddenly unable to hold yourself upright. You were barely two seconds in and your legs gave out on you, just like you predicted. You weren’t sure why you even tried to ‘hover’ in the first place.

You tried to soften the fall by throwing yourself forward so that at least the top half of your body weight wouldn’t come crashing down on his face but he caught you before your hands hit the mattress and pulled you back on top of him.

“I said not to hover.” It was muffled but you could still make it out.

After that, it was a blur. You couldn’t even worry about whether or not you were suffocating Minho. All you could think about was how fucking good his mouth felt on your cunt.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” you whimpered, still trying to keep your voice down.

Minho could only hum in affirmation but you were sure he would’ve had a thousand cocky lines on the tip of his tongue had the tip of his tongue not been inside of you.

You came hard with a quiet yelp of his name, thighs clenching around his head. He helped you through your orgasm as always, trying to make it as long as possible by encouraging you to ride his face.

You collapsed on the bed as soon as the aftershocks ebbed away, clutching your chest as you tried to catch your breath.

“Fuck, that was so hot,” Minho complimented.

“It… was… hot for me… too.”

He chuckled lightheartedly and reached for his crumpled t-shirt that he’d set against one of the pillows, using it to wipe his mouth and chin before dropping it on the floor. You made a face and he just shrugged, same stupid grin on his face.

“I’m going to wash it.”

You sighed. “I know, just…”

“Figured you wouldn’t want me dripping when I kissed you.”

“Oh, please,” you scoffed and rolled your eyes. “You’re being dramatic.”

“Am I? I think the stain on my pants would say otherwise.”

You didn’t even have time to be mortified because Minho was pressing his lips to yours, effectively erasing whatever you had been about to say from your mind. It was exactly what you’d been afraid of happening but he didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, he seemed to be even more aroused by it. You could feel how hard he was through his sweats as he rocked his hips against yours, all because of you.

“Don’t be embarrassed about it,” he murmured.

“How did you-”

“Because I know you. And I know you overthink everything. But I think it’s hot, I promise.”

You whined in response, not used to hearing sweet words in bed. His eyes softened as he gazed at you. They were still dark with lust but you could see flecks of fondness peeking through the desire. It made you remember what he said the first time you hooked up.

Who the fuck ever told you to apologize for being turned on?

“I’ll tell you as many times as you need to hear it,” he added with a peck to your nose. “Are you good to keep going?”

You nodded. “Yes, please. Need you.”

“I can tell.”

He was back to teasing you like nothing had happened which was oddly more comfortable. The sincerity of his words had scared you a little, reignited feelings you’d rather not address. It was already hard enough to repress them in intimate moments like these. The thought of Minho actually caring about you was more than you could handle.

“Let me grab a condom,” he mumbled, leaning towards the dresser.

He rifled through the top drawer for one and then shimmied out of his pants and underwear. You laid there motionless as you waited for him to roll one on, still a little out of it from cumming so hard the first time.

“You’re really going to have to do all of the work this time,” you told him. “I can’t feel my legs.”

“Not a problem,” he replied with a wink. “Do you want my fingers first?”

You considered it for a second. You did love his fingers but it was getting late and you both needed to get up relatively early in the morning. And you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t getting impatient for his dick.

“No, just go slow.”

“I’ll go as slow as you need me to.”

You winced as he pushed himself inside of you, hissing through your teeth at the stretch. It wasn’t bad, just a bit overwhelming, but Minho took your reaction as one of pain.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry,” he grunted. “Should I stop?”

You shook your head. “Keep going.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please keep going.”

He brought one of his hands down to where you were connected and began to rub your clit with his thumb to distract you from the slight discomfort. Soon, all of the feelings bled into pleasure, indistinguishable from each other, and you started pushing your hips up, weakly fucking yourself on Minho’s cock.

“Needy all of the sudden, aren’t we?” he mused.

“Always needy for you,” you moaned back.

You swore you could feel him twitching inside of you as he cursed. “Want me to move?”

“Please…”

He matched your pace in no time, fully taking over for you just like you’d wanted him to. He kept one hand on the headboard, half to keep his balance, half to keep it from banging against the wall. The other hand had moved from your clit to your face, where he was stroking your cheek with his thumb.

It was different than the other times you’d slept together. He was fucking you slow and deep, each thrust making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Fuck, how are you always so tight?” he asked.

You were too fucked out to answer. He didn’t seem to mind.

You weren’t sure how much time passed before he stopped suddenly, telling you to hold on for just as a second as he grabbed a pillow from behind you.

“Does that actually work?” you asked, propping yourself up on your elbows so that he could position it under your lower back.

“I’ve read great reviews.” He ignored the way you rolled your eyes. “Lay back down. How’s that?” He gave an experimental thrust, smiling cockily when your jaw went slack and your mouth fell open.

The change in angle allowed the head of his cock to rest against your g-spot, meaning whenever he moved he was hitting it dead-on. every. time.

“Minho, fuck!” you cried.

“Baby,” he warned.

You moaned again and he immediately shushed you. “What did I say about being quiet?” he growled.

“I t-told you that you’d have to figure out a way to make me,” you choked out.

Minho must have taken that as a challenge because as soon as you got the words out he was shoving two fingers into your mouth, making you suck on them. You moaned around them.

“That’s it, darling. Better?”

You nodded to the best of your ability. You wanted to tell Minho how hot he looked, how good he made you feel, how close you were to cumming but you couldn’t do any of that. To be fair, you doubted you’d be able to string a sentence together even if his fingers weren’t in your mouth.

“‘M close,” he admitted, sounding a little embarrassed. You weren’t sure why. He’d lasted a lot longer than a lot of your other partners. If anything it was impressive.

You tried mumbling out a me too but it was difficult with your mouth full. He seemed to get the idea, though and motioned for you to rub your clit to help you get there.

Minho came first, muffling a shout by biting your shoulder. You wished you could see his face, he was always so pretty when he came, but the sting from the bite was enough to throw you into your own orgasm.

Afterward, when you had both stopped trembling and regained enough muscle strength to move, Minho helped you get redressed. He instructed you to raise your arms above your head so that he could pull your shirt back on, laughing with you when your head got stuck.

You found yourself wishing that you could spend the night with him. It would be so nice to be able to fall asleep in his arms, to wake up next to him. You knew you couldn’t. It was just wishful thinking. You weren’t even sure if he wanted the same thing. You had always assumed that this was just sex to him, but his behavior towards you had made you start to think otherwise.

“You should shower,” Minho said softly, breaking the silence. He was suddenly unable to meet your gaze and you didn’t want to think about what that meant. “Got you all sweaty.”

“What about you?” you asked.

“I’ll go after you. We probably shouldn’t…” he trailed off. “Not that I don’t want to-”

“No, I get it,” you said. “Goodnight, Minho.”

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I’m in no way bashing on people who have already finished TSatS and say they hate it, are disappointed, etc., because I myself have not gone past chapter seven. My friend let me read some today, but I won’t have my own copy until Thursday, so maybe my opinions will change. I will say, however, that if you read 400+ pages in less than a day, maybe give yourself some time to process the entire plot first?

In any case, I can’t help but wonder how many people went into this book expecting one version of Nico and Will, only to be hit with something else entirely. And I mean like... expecting the fandom’s versions of these two, rather than what canon has previously shown us up until this book.

It’s my personal opinion that the PJO fandom’s worse enemy is their own mischaracterization of the characters at times. And I don’t mean like little head canons and stuff. Everyone has done those at some point. There’s usually no harm in those. I’m talking about people who created their own versions of Nico and Will and have been running with these visions for years through different fan fictions and what-not online.

For years we’ve known basically nothing about Will aside from the fact that he’s sarcastic, likes Star Wars, his mom is a country singer, he can glow in the dark, and he’s better at healing than fighting. (And he has questionable fashion choice at times). Like, that’s all we’ve had since his initial introduction in The Last Olympian over a decade ago. Everything else? Online and fan speculation. And again, there is nothing wrong with that! I just feel like a lot of people went into this book holding onto their own pre-conceived visions of what Will Solace was and ended up disappointed the authors made him... different? But not really different, because he didn’t have a lot of in-depth personality or backstory before this.

Me personally? Yeah, I’m not that far into the book yet but I’m loving how Will is portrayed so far. He’s still sarcastic, but he’s shown his fair share of level-headedness as well as frustrations just within the first couple chapters. He is in no way the overly-optimistic sunshine-y boy who only exists to help Nico that the fandom has portrayed him to be all these years. His character arc is already headed in a way deeper direction (more on that when I finish the book). The whole bit where Will had coffee spilled on him and spent the next couple paragraphs in the scene trying to be unbothered while actually giving off “This is fine” fire dog energies? I loved that.

As for Nico, can I just say I adore how he’s written in this book? Aside from his PoV in Blood of Olympus, this is the first time he’s had his own narration. And it’s actually about him and more in-depth than previous times. I’ve heard people say that he’s “out of character,” and while I can see a little of what they’re all saying, I just want to know... what version of Nico have you all been reading? Did I miss something?

Up until this book, what exactly did we know about Nico? That he’s displaced in time, his sister and mother are both dead (and he feels alone), he harbored repressed gay feelings from his upbringing as a Catholic guy in 1940s Italy, and he’s been through the ringer more than once (so, trauma, basically). Oh, and he’s a bit of a nerd (Mythomagic and knowing all kinds of ancient creatures). That’s... about it. Everything has been speculation and projection from fans.

In previous books he’s always been portrayed from first- or third-person point of view (usually from people who don’t know him well and just think he’s “creepy”), leading to the idea that he’s distant and low-empathy based on some interactions he’s had with demigods who weren’t thrilled to be around him, during a time of great pressure. But he’s not exactly uncaring. He’s been shown to care a lot, actually (Bianca, Hestia, Bob, everything he’s done for Percy, his friendship with Reyna, Hazel, etc.)

But what about when he was ten? He was an excitable, curious kid who liked to have fun. And what did we see briefly in Trials of Apollo (before Jason died, at least)? We saw some of that energy return, particularly in The Hidden Oracle.

So, yeah, I’m personally thrilled to see him making cringe-y jokes and have some self-deprecating humor. It’s very “#OnBrand” for a traumatized teenager who’s just trying to cope and live life without any godly wars forcing him this way and that. Can we really say it’s “out of character” if we’ve never seen more than one side of Nico? (The under pressure side, from other character’s PoVs, in books not about him where he’s basically been a side character?) I’m just glad to see him cracking jokes, laughing, and acting more like a normal kid.

Now, is this book different from Rick’s other ones? Uh, yeah. I won’t say it’s not. But it’s not bad. It’s supposed to be different. It has slightly different intentions than the other books (re: explicitly working through trauma and relationship bumps). Also, it’s co-written. Co-written books always read slightly off from the original author’s work, but dam if it isn’t hard to meld writing styles and copy another author’s particular voice. But I think Mark did a very good job at imitating Rick’s style (again, from what I’ve read so far).

Will I change my mind on all this the farther I get into the book? Maybe. There’s a lot to read and take in. All I’m saying is don’t let the negative reviews warp your opinion of the book if you haven’t read it yet and are on the fence if you should or not. Wait for the PDF to drop, or for a library copy, and read and see for yourself.

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The Entertainer - Story Page

Summary: Set in the 70s, Sky Jones, a young woman from L.A., meets Harry Styles, an up-and-coming musician and frontman for the band Wildfire. Told in first person from Sky's point of view, she shares her journey and what it's like to fall for a rockstar.

Author's Note: This was originally written and posted way back in 2017. An oldie, but I'm finally getting around to finishing the sequel. I figured before I start reposting that, you need the original story. Hopefully there are some newer fans/readers who haven't read this one yet. A ten-part series, each chapter acts as a track from an album. Within each chapter, there will be song lyrics. Be sure to check the bottom of each part to get a list of the songs included. It makes for a great soundtrack, like a movie. This story is very special to me, and I hope you enjoy. Inspired by the song "The Entertainer" by Billy Joel.

I am the entertainer And I know just where I stand Another serenader And another long haired band Today I am your champion I may have won your hearts But I know the game, you’ll forget my name And I won’t be here in another year If I don’t stay on the charts

Reposting daily! Links will be updated as I post.

Track 01 - You Have a Great Collection

Track 02 - Looks Like Rain

Track 03 - Pick a Memory

Track 04 - Pajamas & The Holiday Inn

Track 05 - It's Always Been About the Music

Track 06 - No Concern of Yours

Track 07 - Let's Hit The Road

Track 08 - I Don't Wanna Be Alone

Track 09 - Make Some Beautiful Music

Track 10 - Let's Make the Most of It

The Playlist

Another note: Though this story does include some sex, I would not consider this smutty at all, just in case that's what you're looking for. The sequel, however, will contain a lot so...lol...it's your call.

I do require that you be at least 18 to read my fics though.

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daddy sim | sjy

Chapter 5: Congratulations. ➥ Contains: angst if you squint, mentions of abortion, crying, swearing. ➥ Word count: 2.9k

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June 16th, 2022 Thursday

You and Jake did something quite unusual for the first time in a while: you missed the class. Not that you didn’t want to be absent every once in a while — every student does, especially as the semester comes next to the end —, it’s just that the two of you had so much going on that you couldn’t afford to miss stuff daily.

Jake held your hand as you waited for the doctor to call you inside. You booked an appointment as soon as you could, in the first clinic available you found — that one being almost forty minutes away from your place.

“Your hands are so cold”, Jake said quietly, holding both of your hands between his. “Is it nervousness or just the air conditioner?”

“I don’t know”, you responded with a faint smile. Jake pouted, caressing your hands.

The both of you stayed quiet, not needing to say anything for the next ten minutes.

“Where’s y/n?”, Jay asked confused as he placed his backpack on the empty stool. Chaewon bit her bottom lip, nervous about lying right into his face.

“I don’t know”, she shrugged. “She didn’t answer my texts, maybe she overslept.”

“I hope she’s fine.”

“She probably is”, Chaewon sighed. She really hoped for that.

“Choi y/n?”, the doctor called standing in the hallway.

Your hands got even colder as you and Jake got up, following her almost mechanic voice. The fake sympathy behind the doctor’s and nurse’s tone always made you uncomfortable.

“Please, follow me”, she smiled.

You did, Jake’s hand never leaving yours. The doctor’s office was ridiculously white for your liking, every piece of furniture bright enough for your eyes to burn. Everything about that place made you want to run away.

“Please, take a sit”, the doctor pointed towards the cushioned chairs in front of her glass desk. “I’m Dr. Shin Minju, it’s really nice knowing you.”

“Our pleasure”, you mumbled — the most polite way you could.

“Ok, Choi y/n and...?”

“Sim Jaeyun”, Jake responded. “I’m her boyfriend.”

“Good”, Dr. Shin smiled. “How can I help you today?”

You sighed, not expecting the doctor to be that direct.

“I think I might be pregnant”, you said reluctantly. Dr. Shin nodded, writing on her computer.

“Have the two of you performed unprotected sex?”

“No, we always used condoms”, you blushed.

“No other methods along?”

“Nope.”

She only hummed, nodding.

“I’m gonna need you to fill out a form with your medical and family history, use of medication, information about possible travels, and your lifestyle. I need you to be 100% honest.”

“No problem”, you mumbled.

Dr. Shin handed you the clipboard with three sheets of questions. Your eyes got big because you were not expecting anything that detailed during your first appointment — especially because you weren’t 100% sure about the pregnancy with only a pharmacy test. It took you around ten awful minutes of awkward silence to finish the form.

“Everything seems to be normal, except for your unregulated periods, ms. Choi”, she hummed after quickly eyeing the pages. “We’re gonna need a few exams to be sure about your pregnancy, some of them not being as nice as expected.”

“As “not nice”, you mean...”

“A transvaginal ultrasound and some blood drawing.”

You wanted to whine, but instead, you only nodded and tried to look fine. The Dr. didn’t have to know that you were completely scared at that moment.

“I’m gonna need you to relax, ms. Choi”, Dr. Shin muffled behind her mask.

You were lying down on the stretcher, your legs ridiculously far apart from each other for your liking and Jake as a statue right next to your head. His hand was cold against yours — which was unusual, since Jake was always burning hot —, showing you how nervous he truly was.

The Dr. didn’t give you a heads-up before actually starting the exam, making your eyes shut close as she moved the transducer inside of you. That didn’t hurt but was pretty uncomfortable. Jake gave you a peck on the forehead, just to remind you that you were not alone.

“Yup, I do see a gestational sac, ms. Choi”, she muffled. Her tone was happy and you held your tears. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you”, Jake answered. His happy tone made you turn your head towards his direction.

His eyes were fixated on that grayish screen — even though he could not understand what was what —, his smile big. His hand squeezed yours and you noticed his eyes shining as two pearls.

Wait, what?

“We’re still gonna have to perform a few exams and tests just to be sure the both of you are gonna be fine for the next weeks. The most usual way to calculate the gestational age would be by using the date of your last period, however, since that may be a little confusing in your situation, we’re gonna use the size of the sac to have a little bit of a better expectation around your due date.”

“Is the due date the day the baby should be born?”, Jake asked, genuinely curious.

“No, it is the date the mother should be 40 weeks pregnant”, she responded in her mechanic voice, taking shots of the screen. “Ms. Choi, are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m just... A little shocked”, you admitted.

Dr. Shin nodded, removing the transducer and then her gloves. She waited until the machine printed the tiny ultrasounds and handed them to Jake.

“I’m gonna give you some privacy so you can change into your original clothes again”, she smiled. “I’ll wait for you next door so we can discuss the possibilities.”

“Thank you”, you said with a faint smile.

Jake pecked your cheek before leaving the room with the doctor.

“Ms. Choi, do you have any intentions of keeping this fetus?”, she asked as soon as you sat yourself down next to Jake. Your eyes got big and Jake’s heart felt tight.

“I guess I do”, you responded quietly.

“You guess you do?”, she asked, sharp as a knife. “You know, here in South Korea, abortions are legal. You don’t have to keep the fetus if you don’t want to.”

Jake stayed quiet. You remembered his words last night, where he gave you signals about wanting to keep it. But he didn’t really say the words.

“Do you want to keep it?”, you asked Jake even quieter.

“I do, love”, he almost whispered back. “But we don’t have to. It’s not just about me.”

You sighed and shook your head with a subtle smile.

“We’re gonna keep it”, you told the doctor — you sounded more confident in your head, but that’s ok.

“Sure”, she smiled. “There is no limit for you to terminate the pregnancy, though”, she added. “I just need you to be sure about what you want, ok?”

“Yeah, we’re gonna keep it”, you repeated.

“Has she texted you?”, Yunjin asked Chaewon as they waited in line to buy their food.

“No. You?”

“No”, Yunjin sighed. “I’m worried. Do you think she did something stupid?”

“Not really”, Chaewon sighed as she walked a little closer to the cashier. “Maybe she found a doctor.”

“That fast?”

“Desperate times, I guess.”

Yunjin nodded, pouting. She looked around to make sure your friends weren’t around.

“Do you think she’s gonna keep it?”

“I don’t know”, Chaewon turned around to face Yunjin. She looked worried. “I think she’d only abort it if maybe Jake said he doesn’t want a baby.”

“Do you think he wants a baby?”

“I don’t even think y/n wants a baby.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean “why?”, girl?”, Chaewon laughed without humor. “We’re young and broke. Besides, she told me yesterday she’s afraid of moving way too fast with Jake.”

“We are broke, Jake’s family has money”, Yunjin reminded. Chaewon nodded with a pout.

The line moved again and she placed her tray on top of the counter. The cashier smiled in a fake way as Chaewon handed her a crumpled bill. Yunjin followed her right after, rushing towards Chaewon so they could sit with their friends.

“Let’s talk about something else, huh?”, Chaewon whispered. “They don’t know and they won’t know by us.”

“Sure thing.”

“Babe?”, Jake called as you sat at the bus stop.

“Yeah?”

“Did you tell the doctor you want to keep it because of me?”

Your eyes fixated on the road, your mind running miles.

“No”, you concluded. “I think I want to do this.”

“But... Now? With me?”, Jake asked. You pouted, still not looking at you.

“You don’t want it, do you?”, you asked him with your teary eyes.

“What? Y/n, of course, I want to”, Jake reassured quickly, squatting in front of you. He held your face with his both hands, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were upset when you found them. “There is a lot in our minds right now, hm? I don’t want you to feel like your life is over because of me, love. If you want to take this step and start a family, I’m all in. If you don’t, I’m still all in. I’d take anything you decide to give me.”

“What if I ruin your life?”

“Not possible.”

“Jake, I mean it”, you whined. The tears won the battle, falling down your cheeks. Jake’s thumbs were fast to catch them.

“So do I. I’m trying my best not to say creepy stuff like “I want to grow old with you” because you only gave me a real chance around a month ago”, he scoffed. “But that’s the truth, y/n. Hopefully, you’re falling for me right now, but I’m a sucker for you for the longest time.”

You threw your hands around Jake’s neck, hugging him close. He almost fell to his knees down the cement floor, surprised by the sudden action.

“I love you, Jake”, you whispered. “I’m not saying it because of this whole mess, I really mean it.”

Jake’s heart suddenly got warmer, filled with love and happiness.

“I love you even more, pretty”, he responded. He smiled, softly pushing you away from his grip. “I promise I’ll try my best to make you the happiest woman alive.”

June 18th, 2022 Saturday

“Hi, you reached Kanemoto Seoyun”, your mom’s robotic voice chanted across the phone. You sighed. Of course, voicemail. “Please tell me how can I help you after the beep.”

“Hey mom, it’s me... Y/n. I need to talk to you, could you please call me as soon as possible?”, you mumbled. “I know you’re having a lot to deal with in Tokyo, but I wouldn’t reach out for you if it wasn’t important, so...”

You sighed. Not knowing how to finish that awkward sentence, you just hang up. You threw yourself onto the couch, shutting your eyes close. It took you two full days to gain courage enough to call your mom, it sucked that she wasn’t available for you at the moment. Jake was at the gym, so thankfully he didn’t watch as you humiliated yourself for a second.

You stopped to think about the last two days. You told Chaewon and Yunjin it was indeed the truth — you were pregnant — and they seemed actually a little excited. You watched as Jake’s world turned into a bright yellow in pure happiness as he kneeled in front of you and kissed your tummy non-stop after a few hours. You realized you were shocked, not fully understanding the meaning of the word “pregnant”. You knew — at least your rational side — that you were creating a whole body inside of yours, a whole new life with expectations, needs, and desires, but your mind wasn’t ready for it. You knew, but it didn’t feel true.

Lots of new concerns ran across your head now. You were worried about what Jake’s family would think of you — Jay said something about them being religious —, you were worried about giving this baby everything your mom never gave you — love and attention being the top two! —, you were worried about not being able to educate a human being, and the worse of it, you were worried Jake was gonna back out anytime soon. You could handle it with him, but never by yourself. You grew up without your father since he passed away in a motorcycle accident when you were three, and honestly, your mother was miserable until she found her new husband — Kanemoto Kyouhei, a real estate agent who recently transferred to Seoul and sadly fell onto your mom’s spell. Poor bastard.

Tired of your thoughts, you wandered around the house doing random chores while Jake was out. You took every dirty piece of clothing out of Jake’s bedroom floor and shoved it inside the washing machine, vacuumed the floors, and did the dishes. You felt so close to the edge, so lost. Gosh, you could use some help.

“Hi, love”, Jake greeted as he entered the house. He threw his phone and keys on the sideboard and put his shoes away, smiling at you. “You good?”

“Yeah, why?”, you asked, rinsing a cup.

“You should probably rest”, Jake shrugged.

“Why?”

“Babe, you’re pregnant”, Jake declared as the most obvious thing on earth. You placed the cup on the dish drainer and looked at him, confused.

“Yeah, but I’m not sick.”

“I read online you won’t be able to sleep well as time goes by”, he explained, walking towards you. He turned you around so you could face him and pecked your lips. “You should enjoy while you can, hm?”

You smiled, shaking your head. It was amazing how Jake’s presence made you comfortable, without a single worry in mind. Before you could answer, Jake squatted down and lifted your shirt, exposing your — still pretty flat — stomach. He gave it the sweetest kiss, caressing the skin right after.

“Hi, baby. This is your daddy, remember me? I talked to you last night”, he whispered. “Your mom pretends to be tough, but she’s fragile. Please, give her an easy time as you grow, ok?”

You caressed his scalp, smiling. Even though your lips were curved up, your eyebrows curved down and tears fell out of your eyes.

“Why am I crying?”, you whined, crying harder.

Jake laughed, getting back up to hug you.

June 19th, 2022 Sunday

“Hi, y/n”, your mother greeted through the phone. You sighed before saying it back. You slowly closed your bedroom’s door, not really wanting Jake to listen while you were on the phone with the woman who gave you life. “I’m sorry for taking so long to return your call, things got hectic around here...”

“That’s fine, mom”, you responded. “I assumed you were busy...”, you said while sitting down on the edge of your bed.

“Thank you for being understanding”, your mom sighed — almost sounding truly relieved. “So, how’s everything going?”, she asked. Cut to the chase.

“Things are... Good. Unusual, but good”, you shrugged. Your fingertips started playing around with your sheets and you took a mental note to change them. “Jake and I are together”, you told her.

“Together as...?”

“As a couple, mom.”

“Oh”, she said. And then stayed quiet for almost a minute. “Are you happy?”

“I am”, you said truthfully.

“That’s great, then.”

“Yeah, it is...”, you agreed. “But...”

“But what?”, she cut you off, her voice not as nice by now.

You didn’t answer, incapable of elaborating an answer. The tears showed up again and you opened your mouth to breathe without letting her know you were about to have a breakdown for the nth time.

“Y/n?”

“Mom, I...”, you sighed. The lump in your throat spoke volumes and your mom sighed.

“God, tell me you’re not pregnant, y/n”, she scolded. You let a sob out, confirming her suspicion. “Oh, no.”

“It was an-”

“Of course, it was an accident, are you insane?”, she nearly yelled. Your heart sank because you were not about to say it was an accident. You were gonna tell her it was an unexpected situation, but everything would be just fine. “Are you gonna marry him?”

“What?”, you sobbed, confused. “I don’t know...”

“For Christ’s sake, y/n. Can’t you get enough of your sins?”

“Sins?!”, you whined. “What are you talking about?”

“Gosh, I knew I shouldn’t allow you to live alone with a boy. That’s my fault”, she groaned. You tried to take a deep breath, shaking your head.

“Look, I gotta go. I know you’re not happy with it — and I wasn’t expecting any different —, but I just can’t have this conversation right now.”

And without another word, you hung up and turned your phone off. You silently walked into Jake’s room, only to find him with his glasses almost falling of the bridge of his nose as he looked down to check his students’ last exams. He looked up at you, only to frown in preoccupation as he realized your face was washed-out in tears.

“What happened, love?”, he asked, slowly pushing his chair away from his desk. He tapped his thigh and you walked towards him, sitting on his lap. His arms crossed around your body, caressing your lowerback.

“I just called my mom”, you muffled against his shoulder.

“I’m assuming she didn’t love the news”, he said — trying to be funny. You nodded. “I’m sorry, babe. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“Stay with me”, you responded in a low tone. Jake kissed your shoulder and held you tighter.

“I would never go anywhere without you.”

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throneofsapphics · 7 months

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pretty apologies

Gavriel x f!Reader

Summary: Day 1, Gavriel & Spanking

Warnings: spanking, bondage, smut, d/s dynamics

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Gavriel entered to see his mate curled up in the armchair, eyes darting across the page of the same book she’d been reading this morning. Actually, she’s in the exact same position as when he left. He took a look at the clock. Nine hours, he’d been gone. Engrossed enough she didn’t notice the door opening, or him entering.

His lips curved into a half-smile as he crossed the room, stopping before her, and plucking the book out of her hands.

A noise of outrage bubbled in her throat, “I’m on the last chapter-” She reached for it again, but he held it higher, out of her grasp. “Gavriel.” She snarled, reaching for it again.

He gave her an unimpressed look. “Have you moved at all today?” He asked mildly.

“I’m on the last chapter.” She repeated, eyes trained on the book in his hands.

“Y/n” He warned her. The female’s eyes narrowed, and she huffed, crossing her arms.

“Fine. I haven’t moved.” He knows he shouldn’t let her get away with it, but he’s tempted to see how far she’ll push him. How interested she really is in this novel.

“So you haven’t eaten or drank anything since this morning.” Y/n’s silence answered his question, but he waited for her to reply.

“No.” She said softly. “Can I please finish the last chapter? I’ll eat after.”

“Eat first.” He said firmly.

She rolled her eyes, and made it halfway up reaching her arm out to try and snatch the book, before he spoke. “Go.”

Those pretty eyes went wide and apologetic, but he pointed to their bedroom, and she headed there without any protest.

She sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for him. He took his time, nearly ten minutes, before walking in. She keeps her eyes focused on the ground in front of her, her hands resting on each of her thighs. A calloused finger tilted her chin up to meet his gaze. “Clothes off.” She saw the ropes in his hands, some of his rougher cords. And black.

She stripped, carefully folding her clothes, placing them in a neat pile on the dresser before returning to stand in front of him, eyes trained on the floor. His finger spun, indicating for her to turn around, and he tied her arms behind her back, his fingers working quickly to bind them from elbow to wrist. She stifled any whines or whimpers, knowing it would make things worse. His hand pushed her shoulders down until her face pressed into the sheets, leaving her ass up in the air.

“Explain.” He said from behind her, his voice deep and calm.

“I was bad.”

A sharp swat landed on her ass. Details, she remembered.

“I didn’t take care of myself.”

“And?”

“I .. I was rude.”

Silence, as he waited for y/n to explain further. A couple of seconds passed, before her body jolted forwards, another blow landing.

A tear leaked from the corner of her eye. “I rolled my eyes at you.” Her body jolted forward again, his hand hitting ass with a loud smack and her core started throbbing.

“I was disrespectful when you were trying to take care of me.”

That seemed to be the right answer, because his hands gripped her upper arms, pulling her back to sit.

“I’m sorry.” Her eyes watered, a few tears leaking. Not because of pain or discomfort, but she hated the disappointment in his eyes.

“You’re forgetting something.” He murmured.

“Sir.” She blurted out. “I’m sorry sir.”

No praise came from him, but something like approval flickered through his tawny eyes.

A hand gently pushed her hair out of her face, his thumb wiping away the lone tear gathered on her cheek. She didn’t resist as he threw her over his lap, wiggling to try and get comfortable - a warning tap stopped that quickly. “It wouldn’t be a punishment if you were.” He’d said that the last time she complained.

One arm wrapped over her back, holding her in place. He ran his other hand down the already red skin, soft and gentle strokes so at odds with what was coming next.

“Count for me.” He instructed and she took a breath to brace herself as his hand landed brutally on the already red skin. She made it to ten before the tears started flowing.

“Eleven,” she wailed, tears freely flowing down her face. “P-please sir it’s too much,”

“Then safeword,” he answered neutrally. But, she wasn’t quite there yet, and didn’t really want to - despite the pain she knows she’ll feel for at least a few days. He waited for a few seconds, to see if she responded. “You earned your punishment, fucking take it.” He didn’t curse often but, when he did, she knew he was pissed.

It was twenty before her words started to fail her, barely distinguishable from each other, and he finally stopped. He tugged her up to straddle his legs, gently pushing her forwards to lean against him, her head resting on his shoulder. She melted into him, as much as the binds allowed her, leaning on his strength.

“Good.” He murmured and she let out a slow breath. It was over - but she still had another problem that he wouldn’t fix anytime soon - her core was absolutely soaked, already teetering close to the edge.

“Thank you sir.” She managed to say at the end, in between pants and shaky breaths.

Even though it was a punishment, he still carefully untied her, stretching out and massaging each arm, checking and asking if she had feeling in different areas.

She asked him why once, and; that’s not why I want you to be sore in the morning, was his answer, and he kissed her cheeks as they flushed red.

“Did you learn your lesson?” He asked after, handing y/n her clothes.

“I did.” His mate replied softly, her eyes gazing into his. He could see the need for approval, for reassurance, and tugged her into his chest, kissing the top of her head.

“You took your punishment well. I’m proud of you” He murmured, smoothing her hair with one hand, as she melted into him, arms circling around his waist. “Time to eat, princess.” She didn’t argue this time, instead taking his hand and pulling him towards the kitchen.

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2soulscollide · 2 years

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How to get rid of this writer's block NOW!

oh, yes, you read it right! you're getting rid of your annoying writer's block like right now with these tips. ready? let's get started.

stop. being. a. perfectionist (please)

i knowww, i know. you love to do everything right and make sure it's the best you can do. trust me, i feel you. however, being a perfectionist can stop you from writing because you're always looking at everything you've wrote so far and rewriting it over and over again (oh gosh, this feels so so familiar to me...)

so, rach, how can i stop being a perfectionist? you ask me. well... let me do a quick research:

focus on maximizing the impact of your effort so you can concentrate on what’s important. similarly, learn to calibrate your standards. - from Harvard Business Review

now that we know how to stop trying to make everything perfect, it's time to:

get rid of distractions

imagine this: you open your laptop to write a chapter of your novel but, just before you do so, you open youtube to play your favorite song (but watch three recommended videos first), then open tumblr to check the notifications and, when you look at the clock, it's time to do something else. what did you write? exactly, noting! (i'm not judging you, this has happened to me countless times)

if you get distracted by your laptop, get a distraction blocker; if you get distracted by your tv, turn it off and put the controller away from you; if you get distracted by your surroundings, try to find a peaceful place where you can be free from distractions.

read

suddenly you feel like everything you write sucks. yeah, i've been there. the best you can do is to pick up a book you love and read it. touch its pages, smell it (i swear it is not as crazy as it might sound). imagine that your book will be someone's favorite book, and they will love the smell of it, too.

manage your time

you never, ever, have time to write, right? maybe it's because you don't plan your writing sessions ahead.

try doing this: when planning your week or month, include a few minutes every day on your schedule just to write (ten minutes will always be better than zero).

maybe you don't stick to your plan... try timeblocking! it's life changing, i swear. when you look at your calendar you see how organized your life / routine is, so hopefully you'll feel less anxious. you got everything under control, so there's still time to write.

advice

to finish the post, i want to tell you this: PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT BLAME YOURSELF IF YOU DON'T FEEL LIKE WRITING! it's okay, you'll eventually feel inspired to get back on track. in the meantime, lay back and relax. practice meditation, listen to yoour thoughts, and breathe. you got this!

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c-e-d-dreamer · 7 months

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The Rest Is History

A/N: Listen, was I supposed to be working on IPB AU? Yes. Did I write this fun drabble instead? Also, yes. I'm surrounded by enablers.... but the fact remains that Cassian is absolutely thinking abou the Roman Empire daily. And he would make a hot history nerd, so here we are. Dedicated to the GC ❤️

“Listen. I get it. It looks cool and all that, but you seriously expect me to believe any general in their right mind is going to use catapults and ballistae in a forest? A forest? Just imagine the poor guys trying to maneuver those into place between the trees. It would take forever and only leaves you exposed and puts you at more of a disadvantage.”

Nesta has to bite her lip around a smile as she listens to Cassian rant in the other room. Even through the closed door, his voice carries down the hall to her.

She had known Cassian was a history buff from their very first date. They’d gone to a bar in the historical part of town, down by the harbor, and as if he simply couldn’t stop himself, Cassian had leaned over after they’d ordered their drinks and explained how the location was notorious for shang-haiing back in the day. How one of the most notorious culprits was actually a woman who would flirt and trick sailors into having drink after drink with her until they passed out and woke up dazed and confused on a ship the next morning while she walked away with her pocket full of coin.

He had apologized almost as soon as he’d finished speaking, clearly embarrassed by the outburst. But Nesta had been so entranced by the way his hazel eyes had lit up when he spoke, the golds and greens of them practically sparking even in the low light of the bar. Entranced by the way his lips had tugged up into an easy, excited smile around the words he spoke. Entranced by his passion and his love even if it was for a topic she didn’t necessarily share in.

It had been enough to want a second date with him.

It had been enough to want a lot of dates with him.

And now, here Nesta is, curled up in the room they converted to her own personal library and office, listening to Cassian rant away to his followers on TikTok. It still leaves her with that same feeling as their first date, that same soft warmth blooming between her ribs. Still has her shaking her head fondly, as she burrows deeper beneath her pile of blankets and returns to the final chapter of her book.

By the time she is finishing the last page and finally closing the book, Nesta is less than impressed. She digs her phone out from where it’s buried between blankets and opens her Notes app, adding to her running list of points to make in her review. The ending? Terrible. Nothing worse than an author who clearly got offered a new book deal so they suddenly decide to add unnecessary plot to the final ten pages to set up another book. She’ll definitely be warning her TikTok followers about that.

To take her mind off the ending, she decides to open up the app in question, to check on what her followers are saying about her last book review, liking and replying to a good chunk of them. With a soft sigh, she sinks deeper against the pillows at her back, navigating to her FYP. Almost all of the videos are a trend sweeping across BookTok, of different creators trying to teach their boyfriends and husbands how to be a good book boyfriend. It has an idea sparking in Nesta’s mind, her eyes dancing toward the closed door to the library.

With a decided nod, she clambers up to her feet, padding out of the room and down the hall. She pauses in the doorway to Cassian’s office, leaning casually against the door jamb and watching him work. He has his ring light set up on the desk, phone poised and recording in the center. His hair is scraped back into a bun, and he’s wearing a loose tee that teases just enough of the dark swirls of ink that splash across his collarbones, that twist down his arms. But it’s his hands that really have Nesta’s attention, the way he waves them about as he passionately speaks to the camera.

“And don’t even get me started on the depiction of Marcus Aurelius. Did they even have a historian in that writer’s room?”

As Cassian continues to rant about the Roman emperor and his character in the movie, it’s clear that he can feel Nesta’s eyes on him. It’s the smile that gives him away first, the slow tug of his lips until the soft, dopey look he fondly calls his ‘Nesta smile’ takes over his face. And then his eyes start glancing toward her, and even with the distance, Nesta can see the way his gaze softens around the edges.

Even still, Cassian continues talking, continues recording as if nothing’s amiss. Nesta rolls her eyes fondly, but that merely has his smile growing. She always teases him when he does this, for the way he won’t re-record any of the videos and posts them regardless. When Nesta had taken a peek at his account and his videos, she’d seen plenty of comments asking what or, more particularly, who he was looking at.

When Cassian finishes, he reaches forward to stop his recording, turning to give Nesta his full attention. “Hey, Nes. Finally finish your book?”

“Yes. The ending was terrible.”

Cassian chuckles, the sound deep and warm. “I’m sure your followers will appreciate your honesty on that.”

Nesta shrugs noncommittally, but she knows he’s right. It’s how she built her following in the first place: completely honest and transparent book reviews. “Speaking of followers. I do need your help with a video, a BookTok trend. We can call it even from when you made me chase after you for that August video.”

“Hey, that Pheidippides joke was hilarious,” Cassian defends, standing up from his chair even as he shakes his head as though fondly remembering the video. “The Persians slipped away like a bottle of wine…”

Nesta snorts at the reminder of the caption he used, turning on her heel and leading the way back to her library. She grabs her phone from where she left it, taking the time to set it up so it has the perfect framing of the door. Once she’s happy with it, she presses record, curling her hand around Cassian’s wrist and tugging him into the shot.

“So the trend is to lean against the door frame like the men in books do.”

“Lean against the door frame?” Cassian asks, shifting until his shoulder presses against the door jamb.

“No, the top frame,” Nesta corrects, grabbing his wrist again and tugging his arm up to demonstrate.

Cassian readjusts his stance, settling his weight forward as he leans against his raised hand, and offers her a winning smile. “Like this, sweetheart?”

“Yes, but you’re not supposed to smile. It’s meant to be sultry,” Nesta explains, frowning at Cassian’s expression. “What is that face?”

“Blue steel.”

“That’s it. You fail,” Nesta laughs softly, turning to walk back toward her phone and stop the recording.

An arm snakes around Nesta’s waist, fingers curling and spinning her back around. She barely comes face to face with Cassian before he’s backing her up against the door jamb, caging her in with his large body. Her breath hitches in her chest at the way his hazel eyes have darkened, and she can’t look away, even when his arm tightens around her waist, arching her back and pulling her flush against him. His hand slides along her jaw, thumb skating across her bottom lip before he leans down and kisses her, Nesta sighing into his mouth.

“How’s that compare to the men in your books?” Cassian whispers when he pulls back.

Nesta is sure that she must be blushing, but she clears her throat and extricates herself from Cassian’s hold. She can practically feel Cassian’s smirk on her back as she walks back over to her phone and stops the recording, but she refuses to give him the satisfaction. Especially when she watches back the way she became flustered and then melted into him in 4k.

“Well, I can’t post this.”

“You should definitely post it,” Cassian murmurs, his voice closer than she expects, but then his arms are curling around her waist as he plasters himself to her back.

And maybe it’s the warmth of Cassian wrapped around her. Maybe it’s the peace and security she’s found in his arms. Maybe it’s the way this history nerd has made her feel happier and more loved than she ever thought possible. Maybe it’s the way his lips pressing a line along her neck is very distracting.

Whatever it is, Nesta finds herself trimming the video to remove the parts at the beginning and end where she started and stopped the recording. Finds herself quickly adding subtitles and typing out an easy caption of, ‘I guess he passes after all… #BookTokChallenge #BookBoyfriend.’ After all, she can always delete the video later if she really wants to.

She presses post and tosses her phone aside, turning around in Cassian’s arms and kissing him properly, more than happy to go stumbling down the hall to their bedroom in a tangle of limbs. And later, while Cassian makes them dinner, Nesta sits atop their kitchen island and decides to open TikTok again, unable to hold in a surprised laugh as she reads the top, most liked comment on her most recent video.

Is that the fucking HistoryTok dude????

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aflame4goinghome · 2 months

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Illicit Affairs

d.r.w x reader

chapter iii

Word Count: 9.1k

Warnings: THIS STORY CONTAINS SMUT, MINORS DNI!!! swearing, flirting, some fluff, jealousy, power dynamic; SMUT: fingering, touching, sexually implicit language, dirty talk, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex, choking, spanking, degradation, praise kink, orgasm denial, edging if you squint, biting, possessiveness, hint of dom/sub dynamic

A/N: This story is in collaboration with my wonderful, talented friends @gretavanstink & @childinthegardenn!! Go give them a follow and give @gretavanstink’s fics some love! Thanks for reading! We’re so glad you like the story so far :) Enjoy!

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chapter ii

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The last couple of weeks have been a total whirlwind for you. Between keeping up with your other classes and meeting up with Daniel whenever you could, you’ve been keeping yourself very busy. Before you know it, it’s time to turn in your first paper for your art history class. Luckily for you, despite the distractions, you were able to dedicate a good amount of time to it.

Considering your personal interest in Ancient Greek history and Greek mythology, you wrote your paper about Ancient Greek paintings and statues and their significance to the culture at the time. Greek mythology always fascinated you, so you thought it would be beneficial to bring your interests into your coursework to make it more personal to you. You hoped that this would come out in your favor.

Today’s the day that you have to turn the paper in at the start of class. Daniel asked you all to print out your papers and turn them in physically, which you find to be a bit old-fashioned, but whatever. After your philosophy class ends, you head to the library to print out your paper. You walk in and stop at a desk by the printers to pull out your laptop and send the document over.

After sending your paper to the printer, you collect your things and go wait for it to finish. Someone else is printing something before you, so you have to wait for theirs to finish printing first. After getting a closer look, you realize that you recognize him from your art history class. He looks up from the other side of the printer and meets your gaze when he notices you looking at him.

“Hey,” he says, giving you a shy smile. “You’re in Wagner’s class, right? Are you here to print your paper?” You walk toward him, not wanting to speak too loudly in the semi-quiet library.

“Yeah, I am,” you answer with a nod. He gathers the rest of his papers, taking the stapler from the table next to you and stapling them together.

“My name’s Stephen. I don’t think we’ve met before. I have a bad habit of always running late, so I usually sit in the back,” he says, reaching his hand out to shake yours with a chuckle. You smile at him, shaking his hand and laughing with him. “Y/N.”

“What did you think of the paper, Y/N? It took me forever to write, I was so not expecting him to give us an eight-page minimum. He’s tough,” he says. You struggle to stifle the laugh that threatens to come out of you at that moment. Tough… Stephen, you have no idea. Your papers start spitting out of the printer, so you turn your focus to the printer to avoid his gaze.

“Oh, it wasn’t too bad for me. I’m a philosophy major, so an eight-page paper is a cakewalk compared to most of my assignments. I think I ended up writing ten pages, actually,” you answer, smiling to yourself as you gather your papers and turn to staple them. A smirk grows across his face as he leans his back against the table, crossing his arms.

“Wow, looks like we’ve got a genius on our hands. I’ll have to keep you around, Y/N,” he jokes. You smile and look up at him for a second, finally getting a good look at him. He certainly wasn’t bad to look at, that’s for sure. His perfect white teeth show confidently as he smiles at you, which you have to admit is rather charming.

He’s tall, at least six feet, with wavy, dirty-blond hair that he swoops to one side. He looks like he’s probably in a frat, or maybe plays a sport like lacrosse or rugby. You’re actually pretty surprised he approached you at all, since you don’t really scream “I want to talk to her” vibes with your earbuds in and typically cold demeanor– but you can’t help it that you have a resting bitch face. Despite his motives, you don’t hate having someone to talk to.

“Wanna walk over together?” he asks, slinging his backpack on. You nod, gathering your things and then following Stephen out of the library toward the building that your lecture hall is in. You suppose it doesn’t hurt to make a friend in the class, especially with exams coming up soon. You usually tend to keep to yourself in class, so it’s a nice change. You’re not sure how Daniel will react, though, but you don’t care. He doesn’t get a say in who you hang out with anyway.

Stephen opens the classroom door and you walk inside, heading down to your unassigned-assigned seat in the third row from the front. Much to your surprise, Stephen follows you, sitting in the seat next to you.

“Maybe if I stick by you, I’ll understand the lessons better,” he says with a laugh, taking out his laptop and placing it on his desk. You smile shyly at him, then turn away to dig through your bag to find a pen and then take out your notebook.

As you look back up from your backpack, you find Daniel’s eyes piercing through you. His eyebrows are furrowed slightly as he looks from you to Stephen sitting next to you and then crosses his arms on his desk. You roll your eyes at him, not in the mood for whatever he might have to say about your new friend. You didn’t care enough to bother with his dramatics. He then stands up and clears his throat before addressing the class.

“Good morning. You can all come up and place your first paper in a pile at the front of my desk, and then we can get started with the lecture,” he says, leaning his back against the chalkboard with his arms crossed. Everyone gets up and turns in their assignments, then takes their seats again.

Daniel starts his lecture, today’s being about the Hellenistic period, which is primarily what your paper was about. You knew you’d be able to impress him with your knowledge of the subject, which was perfect to scratch your itch for academic praise for the day.

“So,” he starts, using his remote to switch to his first slide. “What’s the significance of Venus de Milo?” A smile sneaks across your face as your hand shoots up to answer his question. His eyes fall to you and you see his lips turn upward slightly into a smirk. “Y/N?”

“Venus de Milo is one of the most well–known Hellenistic statues and its origin still remains to be a bit of a mystery. Considering it’s a statue of Aphrodite, it represents beauty incarnate. She’s the physical representation of beauty to the Ancient Greeks, so constructing statues of her was often motivated by hopes to gain her favor.” Daniel walks over to the first step, leaning against a chair in the front row as he crosses his arms and listens to you talk. As you watch him lick his lip subtly, you can tell that he’s enjoying it, which gives you even more of a reason to continue.

“It’s also speculated that the statue originally depicted her holding what could have been the Apple of Discord. In the myths, the apple was said to be engraved with the message ‘for the most beautiful,’ which led to it starting a vanity-fueled dispute amongst a handful of the goddesses, Aphrodite included. The possibility of Venus de Milo having been meant to represent Aphrodite’s vanity as well as her beauty is a fascinating piece of the puzzle, while not being entirely confirmed, though there are some recent discoveries that can support the theory.”

You take a deep breath after having just rambled on, definitely answering much more than you needed to. Daniel smiles as he turns to walk back to the front of the class and switches to the next slide, which shows his own notes on the statue. “Thank you, Y/N. If you keep it up, you might end up teaching this course instead of me,” he says with a chuckle, the rest of the class laughing to themselves as well. Your cheeks flush as you look down at your notebook, writing down what he has written on the slide.

“I knew I stuck around for a reason,” Stephen whispers next to you with a grin. You smile at him, then turn back to take your notes throughout the rest of the class. The rest of the lecture goes by quickly and you raise your hand a few more times to add your input to the discussion, which you can tell gets Daniel’s attention.

“Okay, that’s all I’ve got for you today. I’ll hand back your graded papers Friday morning. You can come and see me during my office hours after that if you have any questions or concerns. You’re dismissed,” he says, sitting down at his desk. You have some homework to work on, so you say goodbye to Stephen quickly before heading to the library to study for a while.

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On Friday, you walk into class and take your usual seat, waiting for the lecture to begin. You look up as Stephen comes to sit next to you again, surprisingly showing up to class on time, just like he did on Wednesday. Interesting.

Not long after, you hear the clack of Daniel’s heels as he walks down the stairs toward the front of the room. You watch closely as he takes out a large stack of papers from his large accordion folder and places them on the front of the desk.

“Hello, everyone. Your first papers are graded, you can pick them up at the end of class on your way out. If you have any questions, please feel free to come up to my office after class is over, in room 321,” he says as he connects his computer to the projector.

“Now, I want to touch on one more period before we take our first exam next week.” He stands up and walks to the left side of the room, leaning against the board and crossing one ankle in front of the other.

“The Italian Renaissance. Who can tell me a prominent artist from that time?” He crosses his arms and his eyes move around the room, looking for volunteers. Your hand shoots up, of course, and he sees that you’re the only one with your hand up. “Yes, Y/N?”

“Sandro Botticelli, known for The Birth of Venus,” you answer proudly.

“Yes, good choice. Anyone else?” he asks, starting to walk up the stairs on the other side of the room from you. When no one else volunteers, you raise your hand again.

“Anyone besides Y/N want to answer? Or is she the only one who did the reading assignment for today?” He raises his eyebrows at the rest of the class as your cheeks start to flush. As you hear a girl in the back start to talk about Michaelangelo, your mind starts to wander.

His specific attention toward you during class always manages to get you flustered, which you know you need to try and control. You don’t want anyone to catch on, but you can’t help the satisfying feeling you get when you impress him with your art knowledge. It’s something you know you’ll need to work on, but for now, the chase was fun.

As class ends, everyone goes up to the front of the room to get their graded papers. You’re one of the last to collect your things and grab your paper, but you finally approach his desk and find your name. A+, Great job!

You smile to yourself as you look up from the paper to Daniel, who’s still sitting at the desk. “Dr. Wagner, do you have time to talk about my paper in your office?” you ask with a cheeky smile. He looks up from his computer and looks you up and down for a moment, trying to subtly check you out but failing at the subtlety.

“Why, do you have some concerns, Miss Y/L/N?” he answers, a smirk starting to form across his lips. You turn over your shoulder to see only a handful of people still lingering in the back, and then turn back to answer him. “Yeah, something like that.”

He licks his lips and then pushes his hands off the desk to stand up and closes his laptop. He puts his things into his bag and slings it on his arm. “After you,” he says.

The two of you walk to the elevator and get in, allowing the doors to shut behind you before closing the gap between you. Daniel puts an arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him as the elevator starts to rise, then places a soft kiss on your lips before pulling away, leaving only a few inches between you.

“Been waiting for this all week,” he says, kissing your cheek before he continues. “Haven’t been able to touch you like I want to. It’s been killin’ me…” He places a kiss on your jaw, then another on your neck. You lean your head back slightly as you hold his arms tightly to steady yourself.

“I know, I’m sorry,” you whisper, leaning your head against the back wall of the elevator. “I’ve just been a bit busy with my schoolwork. You should know, you’re the one who assigned it,” you say with a twinge of sarcasm. He lets out a condescending laugh against your skin then pulls back to look at you, rolling his eyes.

“More like you were busy with ‘Rocks for Brains,’” he mumbles as the elevator stops and the doors open to the third floor. He immediately exits the elevator and turns toward his office, with you trying to keep up behind him.

“Who, Stephen?” you ask, following behind him. He takes out his key and opens his office door, facing the door as he responds to you.

“I don’t care what his name is, he’s an idiot,” he answers matter-of-factly, walking toward his desk and setting his bag down on the floor next to it.

“You can’t be serious,” you say, starting to feel a bit exasperated. You close the door behind you and walk a bit further into the room. He turns to face you, crossing his arms as he leans against the front of his desk. “Whatever. This isn’t why I wanted to come up here with you.” He raises an eyebrow at you as you approach him.

“Oh yeah? And why did you want to come up here, sweetheart?” His lips turn into a smirk as he steps closer and wraps his arms around your waist.

“You know why…” you say, putting your arms around his neck to close the gap even more. “A+, huh?” He smiles as he leans down to kiss your lips, lowering you down onto the chair in front of his desk. He hovers over you, keeping his left knee planted on the edge of the chair in between your legs as he attacks your lips.

“Yes, an A+,” he mumbles against your lips, “You’re my best student.” His hand holds steady on the back of your neck as he rubs his thumb softly on the side of your neck, giving you goosebumps. “Oh, am I?” you tease, holding onto the collar of his shirt as you pull him in for another kiss.

“Of course you are…” he whispers, his other hand grazing the side of your breast, making you let out a short breath as his mouth finds yours again. You let your tongue slip into his mouth and he welcomes it, groaning against your lips as you pick up the pace, pulling him down closer to you. He allows it for a few minutes before glancing at his watch and pulling his lips away.

“As much as I’d like to keep going, I have to go teach a class in ten minutes,” he says, rubbing his thumb along your cheek and then backing away to grab his bag.

“But… if you want to wait here, I’ll be back in about an hour and a half or so,” he says, looking down at you with a sincere smile. As your lips start to turn into a pout, he walks closer, placing his fingers under your chin to make you look at him. “Don’t be like that. I’ll make it worth your while.” You sigh and nod your head disappointedly.

“Okay, fine. I’ll wait,” you mutter, taking your phone out of your back pocket and unlocking it. He plants a kiss on your cheek, then walks to exit the office, closing the door behind him.

You sit there for what feels like ages, just scrolling on your socials waiting for him to finally come back. After finally getting bored of looking at your phone, you decide to stand up and take a look around his office.

You walk over to the bookshelves on the other side of the room and start combing through the books that sit there. Many of them are books you have in your own collection at home, which doesn’t surprise you. It was clear that the two of you have very similar interests when it comes to history, and this just proves it.

Amongst his array of historical biographies, you find something that piques your interest. You take out a copy of Brave New World from the shelf and examine it, noticing its wear and tear. This book was well-loved, that much you could tell. You open it and look at the inside of the cover, finding a hand-written message on the inside.

Dear Daniel,

Congratulations on your academic success at the University of Michigan. I couldn’t be more proud to call you my grandson. You’re going to go on to do great things. Never forget where you came from.

-Grandpop

That’s sweet. You smile to yourself as you put the book back on the shelf and your eyes find the wall behind his desk, where all of his degrees rest. You decide to walk over and look closer, curiosity getting the better of you. University of Michigan, Bachelor of Arts, Art History. Fancy. This much you assumed. Next to it, though, you see a second degree: Wayne State University, Master of Arts, Education. That one you didn’t exactly expect, but his teaching skills are pretty exceptional, so it shouldn’t surprise you. Finally, on the far right: Wayne State University, Doctorate of Architecture. Woah. You didn’t even know he was teaching those types of classes too. He seems to have a lot more to him than he lets on and you feel determined to figure him out, whatever it takes.

You walk back over to the shelves, taking a closer look at his replica of Duomo di Siena. Next to it, you notice a picture frame, with a photo of Daniel, though he looks a bit younger. You pick it up off of the shelf to get a better look. It’s a picture of him taken in front of the church with a wide smile on his face.

His hair is much longer then, significantly past his shoulders, with a few blonde highlights peeking through. The light is hitting him just right– it seems like it was taken in the summer. He’s wearing a loose linen button-down and khaki shorts, with some large-rimmed sunglasses. He looks happy, really happy.

“Look at that– you are capable of following directions,” you hear Daniel’s voice behind you as he opens the door, shutting it behind him. “Snooping around, I see.” Your cheeks turn a shade of pink as you quickly put the frame back in its place on the shelf and approach him.

“I wasn’t snooping… just trying to pass the time is all,” you say, trying to look as innocent as possible to avoid any scolding on his part.

“Right,” he answers, walking closer to you and wrapping one arm around your waist. “Find anything interesting?”

“That’s a nice picture, there on the shelf. That’s in Italy, right?” you ask. He walks over to the shelf, picking the frame up and holding it in his hands. He looks down at the photo with a closed-lip smile.

“Yeah, this is in Siena. I visited it once during my year studying abroad in Florence, Siena isn’t far from there by train,” he answers, looking up at you as he puts the picture back on the shelf. It makes you happy to see him remembering the memory so fondly, it was clearly a memorable experience for him.

“Oh, that’s great! I never got around to studying abroad, but I’ve thought about it,” you say. He walks closer to you, putting his arms around your waist. “You should go, if you can. You study philosophy, right? You could go to Greece or something like that. Might be a good learning experience.”

Your expression sinks a little bit at the idea. Of course you want to study abroad and travel, but you’d never be able to afford something like that. You’re already lucky to be going to WSU on a full ride, your mom would never be able to pull off paying for a semester abroad. You don’t want to ruin the mood by telling him that, though. So you just nod and hope he changes the subject.

You stand up on your tip-toes and place a soft kiss on his lips, feeling him smile against you. “Thanks for waiting, I know you were probably bored,” he says, kissing you again and rubbing his thumb softly along your cheekbone. “Wanna get out of here?”

“God, yeah. I’m starving,” you admit, having not eaten since breakfast before your classes this morning. You pick up your bag and head toward the door, with him following after you with his things.

“There’s this place across the street I like, just some classic diner food,” you say as he presses the button for the elevator. You realize that it sounded way too much like a date, so you start to panic. “Unless you don’t want to eat together, of course. That’s totally fine too.”

He lets out a chuckle as you both step onto the elevator. “Relax. I want to eat with you,” he says, and you take a deep breath. You don’t want him to think you’re breaking any rules, but he did ask you to wait in the office for him, so it isn’t wrong to assume that he wanted to spend time together.

The two of you walk across campus and then cross the street toward the diner. As you approach the door, he opens it for you, letting you walk in ahead of him. Your cheeks flush a bit as you pass him and enter the restaurant. You weren’t used to his sweet side, but you have to admit that it’s growing on you.

“Two, please,” he says to the hostess before you even have the chance to say anything. She collects your menus and walks you over to a booth in the corner. You loved the vibes of the place– retro and bright. There were mini-jukeboxes at each table, which let you enter songs to play throughout all the other jukeboxes in the restaurant. The queue would grow so long though, so it was very rare that you’d even hear the song you requested, but it’s all part of the charm.

You take a look at the menu for a moment, though you already know what you want to eat. Then, you place it down at the front of the table, turn toward the jukebox, and start turning the pages to pick out some songs.

“What’s all this?” you hear Daniel ask, scooching over on his side of the booth to get a closer look. You smile wide and look over at him.

“It’s a jukebox! You can pick out songs and eventually, they’ll play out of the speakers,” you say, turning back to search through the songs. Finally, you find just the right song. I Feel the Earth Move by Carole King, G7. You enter the letter then the number and then move back to face him.

“Carole King, huh? Good choice,” he says as he combs through the songs. You smile and then lean over the table to watch him pick one out. He stops at one of the pages and looks harder at it, then picks one himself: B4. You look closer to see what the song is. Till There Was You, The Beatles. Your smile turns even wider.

“I love that one!” you exclaim. “I hope it actually plays. The songs I request never actually play.” You hear him laugh deeply, and you look over to meet his eyes. He’s smiling as well, and while his lips are closed, the deep craters of his dimples tell you all his secrets. He’s not always as serious as he might appear.

“Hopefully it does,” he says. Before he can say anything else, the waiter comes over to your table to take your orders. Daniel raises his eyebrow at you, hinting for you to go first.

“Can I have a Dr. Pepper, and then a cheeseburger and fries, please?” you say to the waiter, handing him your menu. “And for you?” the waiter asks, turning to Daniel.

“I’ll take an iced tea, and a BLT and fries,” he says. The waiter nods, taking your menus and walking back toward the kitchen.

“So, Y/N,” Daniel starts, folding his fingers together and placing them on top of the table. “You’re from around here, right?” You look up at him and raise your eyebrow, not entirely sure how to respond at first. He’s never asked you very many personal questions, besides what you’re studying.

“Oh, uhh, yeah. Sort of,” you start, as he looks at you attentively. “I’m from a small town just outside of Saginaw, you probably don’t know it.” You watch as his eyes light up and a smirk forms on his lips. “Try me,” he says.

“It’s called Birch Run… like I said, it’s real small,” you say, prepared for him to respond in a confused way, but he surprises you.

“Get out of here, I’m from Frankenmuth. We’re practically neighbors,” he says, his closed-lip smile turning into a wide one. Your eyes go wide.

“Oh! Wow, okay. That’s crazy,” you say, smiling back at him. “We used to go to Frankenmuth every December for the Christmas market when I was a kid. It’s been years since I’ve been back there, though.”

What you don’t want to mention is that it was your dad’s favorite place to go. Once he left home when you were in middle school and never came back, your mom couldn’t bear to go anymore. Your home life always tends to put a damper on things, so you always opt to not talk about it at all. Maybe one day.

“Small world,” he says. “My dad would always take us too. He’s a teacher, just like me. Sometimes his students or their families would be selling things there, or they’d be performing, so he always wanted to go support them when he could. He was the school favorite, clearly.” It’s sweet the way he smiles as he’s telling you about his father. It seems like he loves him a lot, which you both love and envy.

“That sounds lovely. The music was always my favorite part, you know. I’d sit there in the front for so long that my mom would have to pick me up by force so we could go home,” you say, laughing at the memory. Some things never change, and your love for music has been a constant for you.

“It was my favorite too. Still is,” he says. “I’m looking forward to going back this year.”

It felt somewhat bizarre, knowing things about him in this way. Not just because he was your professor, of course, but also because he’s always been such a mystery to you. It’s making him so much more real, somehow, and you welcomed it.

The food arrives soon after that. You make some small talk here and there, he asks about your other classes briefly, and you ask him about the other classes he’s teaching too. He tells you that he teaches architecture courses as well as art history, which you’re starting to take quite an interest in.

Soon enough, you finish eating and it’s time to pay the check. You watch as Daniel hands the waiter his credit card before you have time to protest. “Daniel, you really don’t have to do that. I’m capable of paying for my own dinner,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“I know you are, sweetheart. But I’m taking care of it,” he says with a smirk. He signs the check and then stands up, and you follow suit. “Can I drive you home? It’s the least I can do, it’s dark out.”

“Yeah, thank you,” you say, following him out of the restaurant.

You both walk back across campus together to the parking garage in comfortable silence. Finally, you arrive at his car and he opens your door for you before going around to the driver’s side. You put your address into the GPS on his phone and he pulls out of the spot toward the exit of the garage. As he starts to drive you home, you can’t take your eyes off of him. This new side that he showed you tonight has turned you on more than you’d like to admit. You weren’t expecting it, and his charm isn’t lost on you. It reminded you a lot of why you became interested in him in the first place. His charm is what brought you in, and now it’s what keeps you around.

Not to mention, he looked so good tonight. He wore a navy blue button-down, with the sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms. His arms always looked so good, but they did now especially. When he notices you looking at him, you see a smirk form across his lips.

Daniel’s right hand leaves the steering wheel to rest on your thigh, gripping it tightly before rubbing his thumb softly along it. The sensation is enough to nearly take the air from your lungs, causing you to lean your head back against the headrest.

His hand inches up further on your thigh and you take another deep breath, looking over at him. He bites his lip as he turns onto your street, finding a spot a few spaces down from the front of your building. You watch as he puts the car in reverse and turns over his shoulder to look out the rear window, still not taking his right hand off of your thigh. The whole display was ridiculously impressive, and you couldn’t hide your arousal even if you tried. Every move he made just made you more and more enamored with him.

He takes his hand off of your thigh to put the car in park then reaches up to push a piece of hair out of your face. “How do you do it?” he asks, rubbing his thumb smoothly along your cheek as his hand rests on the back of your neck.

“Do what?” you answer, looking up at him through your eyelashes as his face inches closer to yours. “Look so beautiful without even trying,” he says, using his grip on your neck to pull your face closer and finally close the gap between you. You breathe out a sigh into his lips as they begin to overtake you, the pace escalating quickly from soft and sweet to hungry and needy.

All of a sudden, you watch as he pulls away from you and reaches down to the left of his seat to recline it backward. He uses the extra space to quickly move to the backseat, then reaches forward again to put the seat back in its original position. You turn over your shoulder to look over at him behind you, a smirk starting to form on your face.

“Come here, sweetheart,” he says, his voice deep and musky with arousal. You almost let out a quiet whimper as you scramble to crawl over the center console to meet him in the backseat. You straddle his hips, placing your hands on both sides of his neck as your lips hurriedly meet his again.

His hands wrap firmly around your waist, holding you in place. As your tongue sneaks into his mouth, he lets out a low groan, thrusting up toward you. The grip he has on your waist is so tight that you’re sure it’ll leave a mark tomorrow. You can feel his hardened cock straining against your core, making you grind back against him in his lap as the kiss deepens.

“Be a good girl and lay back for me,” he says, taking his lips off of you and loosening his grip on your hips. You move backward in the seat, leaning your back against the door and letting your legs fall open. “There you go, baby,” he praises, kneeling on the floor of the backseat.

His hands find the waistline of your jeans, moving to undo the button, then lowering the zipper. He wastes no time, lifting your hips then pulling your jeans down completely and letting them rest on the floor. His eyes move up to find your black lace thong and your cheeks flush as his lips turn upward into a smirk.

Daniel tucks his fingers into the sides of the thong, sliding it down your thighs and allowing it to fall and sit with your jeans. He leans upward and his palms move to spread your legs further apart for him. He places a soft kiss on the inside of your thigh, just inches away from where you crave him the most. “You are just… unbelievable,” he mumbles against your skin, moving his lips up toward your core.

He sucks sharply on the skin of your inner thigh, leaving a deep mark. You let out a high-pitched whine, and he removes his lips to run his tongue along the spot to soothe it. He finally reaches your core and places a kiss right above your clit. “So fucking perfect for me,” he says before lowering his mouth onto you.

He immediately starts a painfully quick pace, gliding his tongue through your folds for a few moments before attaching his lips to your clit. You lean your head back in ecstasy, hitting your head against the window as you let out a stifled moan.

Then, much to your dismay, he removes his lips from you and you look down at him with a frustrated groan. “Uh-uh,” he scolds, “Open your eyes and look at me, or you get nothing.” You nod feverishly, and he smirks as he brings his mouth back down to continue his attack on your clit.

With his fast pace, you’re already nearing the edge. His eyes are glued to yours, looking up at you as he sucks on your clit. You fight the urge for your eyes to roll back in your head, not wanting to disobey his orders. “Fuck, Daniel, I– I’m close,” you mutter, gripping the seat tightly.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he mumbles against you. You feel him groan against your clit and he quickens his tongue’s movements, making your head start to spin. You let out a loud moan as he inserts two fingers into you, curling them upward to hit that spot deep inside you. That was enough to bring you over the edge– your hand reaches to grab his curls tightly and hold him against you tightly as you thrust against his mouth and ride out your high. His mouth continues to work you as you come down, slowing down gradually until you release your grip on his hair, allowing him to remove his mouth from you.

“You taste heavenly,” he says, coming up to slot himself between your legs and crashing his lips on yours. You can taste yourself on his lips, making you groan into his mouth as his tongue swirls against yours. Suddenly, your phone starts buzzing rapidly from its place in your jeans pocket on the floor. He moves to sit next to you and you scurry to find it, picking it up to see Rose’s name on the screen. You sigh deeply and then slide your finger across the screen to answer the call, putting it on speaker.

“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? You said you were on your way back home like, half an hour ago! I was getting worried that you got kidnapped!” she yells, loud enough to echo against the car walls. You glance over at Daniel awkwardly, trying not to laugh out loud. He has a wide smile on his face, bringing his hand to his mouth to stifle his own laugh to avoid getting caught.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you say, “Daniel was driving me home, we just lost track of time.” A laugh finally erupts out of his mouth, making you let yours out as well, and you hear Rose scoff over the phone. “Right. You lost track of time,” she says sarcastically. “Get your clothes on and come up here before I kill you.” She hangs up the call before you can respond, and you and Daniel break out into uncontrollable laughter.

“Sorry that I got you in trouble,” he says as you slide your underwear and jeans back on. You lean over and place a kiss on his lips with a smile. “It was worth it,” you say, reaching behind him to open the car door. He steps out and extends his hand to take yours and help you out onto the street.

“I’ll see you later,” you say, standing up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, then walking past him toward your apartment building. “See you later, sweetheart,” he says, smiling to himself as he gets into the driver’s seat, turning the ignition. He doesn’t pull off until you walk through the doors, making you smile like an idiot as you wait in the elevator and approach your apartment.

You turn the key and open the door to your apartment, closing and locking it behind you. “Sorry I’m late, Mom!” you yell sarcastically, walking into your bedroom and setting your bag down on the floor. “Whatever,” Rose says, poking her head past your doorframe. “You better tell me all the details.”

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The weekend goes by pretty quickly, spent mostly by reading over your art history textbook and binge-watching Naked Attraction with Rose. Monday soon came, and you’re finishing up your notes in art history class at the end of the lesson. You look up from your notebook as Daniel says, “Okay guys, I think that’s everything you’ll need for the exam next time we meet.”

He dismisses class early and walks back to his desk to pack up, watching you passively as you slip your notebook into your bag. You raise your desk and stand, slinging your bag onto your shoulders as Stephen stands with you.

“Hey, Y/N,” he says, catching you as you start to walk up the aisle. “How do you feel about the exam? Confident?”

“Oh, yeah,” you answer, shrugging your bag higher on your shoulders. “I could take it now.”

He smiles and nods, rubbing the back of his neck. “Right, art history genius. I forgot” he jokes, tapping his forehead with the heel of his hand. “I feel pretty good about it too, I’ll still probably study a little bit though.” Stephen pauses for a moment, studying your face before continuing. “Y’know, I could use someone as smart as you to study with.”

His smile is charming, and you can’t deny the enjoyment of hearing about your own intelligence. A soft smile finds its way onto your lips as a slight blush creeps onto your cheeks. You shift and turn to face him, seeing Daniel watching you out of the corner of your eye. Your eyes flick between Stephen’s face and Daniel’s as you chew on your lip absently, considering your answer.

“Oh um,” you laugh nervously, unsure of how to turn him down without an excuse. “Yeah, sure. A friendly face to study with could be nice.”

Daniel raises an eyebrow at you and clears his throat, turning his attention back to his laptop. Your cheeks flush and you look at the ground for a moment before turning your eyes back to Stephen.

“Sweet,” he says, pushing his phone towards you to get your number. “We can plan a time later.”

“Sounds good,” you say, adding yourself to his contacts and shooting yourself a text from his phone before handing it back to him with a smile. “I’ll talk to you later.”

Stephen smiles and walks away, leaving with the rest of the class as you look over at Daniel as he shoves his laptop into his bag with a little more force than necessary. You feel your face get hot and you slowly make your way to the front.

“My office,” Daniel says, not looking at you as he stands and starts walking up the aisle. “Now.”

You follow after him quickly, jogging a bit to catch up with him. “Did I do something?” You ask, adjusting your bag on your shoulders as you follow him to the elevator.

He pushes the “up” button, ignoring your question, and waits silently until the doors slide open. When they do, he steps through them and hits the button for the third floor. He leans against the back wall as you step through the doors, turning your back to him as the doors slide closed. You ride silently, your arms folded across your chest, and when the doors open Daniel pushes past you, leaving you to follow him into his office.

“Are you going to fill me in on whatever it is I did?” you ask as you pull the door closed behind you, crossing your arms.

“No, I don’t think I am,” he says, closing the distance between you and pinning you against the door. Your breath hitches in your throat as he nudges his knee between your legs and brings his hand up to brush your neck lightly. “I just want you to know that I don’t share.”

Your head rolls to the side at his touch but snaps back up at his words. “Wait,” you say, holding a hand up to Daniel’s chest. “This is about Stephen?”

He hums and nods, bringing his hand up to your face and stroking his thumb across your cheekbone. “I heard you planning a little study date,” he says, his hand falling to rest on the side of your neck.

“Are you jealous, professor?” You ask, your voice saccharinely sweet as your lips turn up into a smirk. Your chin lifts as Daniel runs his thumb along your throat before he tightens his grip. He studies your face intensely as your cheeks flare pink and he returns your smirk.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he whispers, trailing kisses along your jaw. “Being a brat won’t get you anything good.” You shiver as his breath tickles your ear and you sigh when he attaches his lips to the sweet spot just below your ear. His hand falls to toy with the hem of your shirt and he lifts his head to meet your eyes. “Do I need to remind you that you’re mine?”

“Yours,” you repeat, your voice lifting as if asking a question. You hate to admit it, but his possessiveness is sexy. Every word adds to the growing heat between your legs.

Daniel’s hand slips down the front of your leggings and he glides his fingers through your folds, a whisper of a groan escaping him as he discovers how wet you are. His thumb finds your clit and begins to work slow circles around it, drawing a quiet moan from your chest.

“Mine,” he confirms, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity you haven’t seen before. “If you’re fucking me, you’re fucking only me.”

Your head falls back against the door as your body responds to his touch, your back arching as he slides a finger into you. He curls it forward, stroking against your sweet spot, and you bite your lip to hold back a gasp. His pace is agonizingly slow and your hips move on their own, grinding against his hand in an attempt to speed things up. With his free hand, he pins your hips against the door, clicking his tongue at you.

“Stand still,” Daniel orders, continuing his torturous pace. “Or I’ll stop altogether.” You whine and huff out a frustrated breath, your eyes holding his gaze. He adds a second finger, drinking in the pained moan that falls from your lips.

“Poor thing,” he teases, a wicked smirk on his lips. His thumb flicks over your clit and your breath catches in your chest. Your walls flutter around his fingers as you feel your thighs start to quiver in anticipation.

“Daniel…” you say, your voice barely audible. “I’m-”

Your thought is cut off as his hand retreats, drawing a whimper from your throat at the loss of contact. He clicks his tongue condescendingly and licks his lips, watching you as you attempt to grind your hips down on his knee still tucked between your legs. He steps back with a cruel laugh and studies your face as you whine at him.

“Sluts don’t get to cum without permission,” he says flatly, his eyes darkening. “You’ll cum when I say so.”

Daniel takes your hand and pulls you into the room, leading you to his desk. He puts a large hand on your back, pushing you down, and you catch yourself on your forearms as you bend over the wood. You feel his hand drift down your back before he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your leggings, tugging them down over your ass.

He presses himself against your ass, allowing you to feel him for just a moment before he pulls away. You turn to look over your shoulder at him but are forced to bury your face in your arm to stifle a cry as his hand comes down hard against your ass. His thumb rubs over your skin as it turns pink, soothing the sting for a moment before drawing back and landing another smack on the same cheek. He repeats this cycle several more times, leaving you a whimpering mess sprawled on his desk.

“How many?” Daniel asks from behind you, his thumb stroking over the throbbing red mark he’d made. Your ears prickle with heat and you risk a glance back at him, tears stinging your eyes.

“W-what?” You stammer, not grasping what he was asking.

“How many was that?” He clarifies, raising his eyebrows expectantly.

You hadn’t been counting, didn’t know you were supposed to be counting. You bite your lip as your head spins, deciding guessing is better than not answering at all as you say, “Eight?”

“Are you asking,” he says, cocking his head to the side. “Or telling?”

“Eight,” you say, more confident this time. He smiles, satisfied, and slips your leggings down the rest of the way, tapping your leg for you to step out of them. You shiver as the cold air in the room touches your bare legs and you straighten, turning to face him. Goosebumps raise on your skin as you watch Daniel swiftly undo his belt and remove his slacks and boxer briefs.

He lowers himself onto the couch against the wall and strokes himself at a lazy pace as his eyes rake over your body. With an almost imperceptible nod, he gestures for you to join him and you slowly make your way over, tugging your shirt over your head and dropping it on the floor. You place a knee on either side of him, straddling his lap, and his hands find your hips, his fingertips digging into your skin firmly.

Daniel’s hands move up your back slowly and he unclasps your bra with a flick. You let the garment fall down your arms and you toss it on the floor behind you, not breaking the gaze you shared with him. His hand drifts up your stomach, his fingertips grazing lightly against your skin, and your muscles quiver under his touch as if they were electrified.

A soft moan leaves your lips as he palms your breast, kneading his fingers into the flesh. You let your head fall back as his tongue traces around your nipple and grind your hips down against his hard cock. He groans and takes your nipple between his teeth, biting down on the bud and making you yelp softly. His free hand returns to your hip and squeezes you, hinting that he wants you to keep going. You repeat the motion, grinding yourself down against him, and moan softly as his hips buck up, his length rubbing your sensitive clit.

You set a slow pace, savoring the sensation, and you feel his lips travel to the slope of your breast. His teeth drag against your skin for a moment before he bites, sucking at the spot until a purple mark already starts to form. Looking at the mark, his lips turn up into a smirk and he turns his attention to your other breast, leaving a mark that mirrored the other. His hand on your ass grips you firmly, guiding your hips over him, and he moans against your skin. He lifts his head to look up at you, watching the subtle rise and fall of your body as you work yourself toward the edge.

“Ah, ah,” Daniel tuts and moves his hand over the red mark on your ass and squeezes hard, ripping your attention away from chasing your orgasm and back to him. “That’s enough.”

With one hand under your thighs, he lifts you up slightly, reaching to line himself up at your entrance. He lifts his eyes to yours as he feels how slick he is, his lips quirking up at the corners. An amused hum comes from his chest as he turns his attention back to lining up and swiftly pulling you down onto him. You gasp as he fills you, letting out a drawn-out moan at the welcomed pain of him stretching you.

“Fuck Y/N,” he hisses, his hands holding you still as your walls flutter around him, adjusting to his size. He looks up at you, his pupils blown out and a bewildered smirk on his lips. “What are you?”

You smile and shrug innocently, draping your arms over his shoulders and the back of the couch behind him as you slowly start to ride him. “Fucking silk,” he groans as his head falls back against the couch as you glide over him. His hands rest on your thighs, pushing against them each time you rise, unable to even give the illusion that he wasn’t in control. You let your head drop to rest on your arm, turning your face towards Daniel’s neck as you breathe out moans tangled with his name against his skin.

Daniel shifts his hips under you, adjusting the angle as you ride him. Your breath catches in your throat as his cock brushes against your sensitive spot, leaving stars in your vision. Your sounds spur him on and suddenly he wraps his hands under your thighs, forcing you to stop.

You’re about to protest when he begins fucking you harshly. Pressing your face into the crook of his neck to quiet yourself, you let out a moan. His tip brushes against your cervix and you whimper against his skin, your walls tightening around him as you feel your stomach tense.

“Daniel, please,” you beg, your voice faltering. He reaches up, tangling his fingers in your hair, and tugs your head up.

“Sit up,” he demands, letting you lower fully onto his cock. “Want to watch you fall apart.”

You let out a whine as his hips still and you meet his gaze, your eyes pleading. Daniel presses his thumb against your lips and you part them, letting him press forward. You swirl your tongue around it before he pulls back and moves his thumb to your clit, rubbing tight, quick circles into it.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he muses, his eyes watching your face as you squeeze around his cock. “Let go.”

“Fuck,” you moan, your orgasm crashing over you as your fingers dug into Daniel’s shoulders. He releases your head, letting you fall back to his shoulder, and he returns his hands to your thighs, lifting you up and fucking you again relentlessly

“Oh my god,” you groan into his shoulder, digging your nails into his back as he pounds into you. With a final rough thrust, Daniel’s fingers dig into your thighs and he curses, his cock twitching inside of you as he spills his release. His hands release from your thighs and you lift off of him slowly, sitting back on his thighs and letting your forehead rest on his shoulder.

You both gain control of your breathing, and you finally feel like you can trust your legs. Slowly, you slide off of his lap and gather your clothes from the floor. You pull your leggings on, trying to find your ability to speak, as Daniel stands and collects his underwear and pants from the floor.

“So,” you say finally, clasping your bra behind your back and bending down to pick up your shirt. “No one else?” You turn your eyes to him and find him staring back at you. He scoffs a laugh and folds his arms across his chest.

“Cancel your study date,” he says, mocking the first word.

“I will,” you say, not even considering telling a lie.

His eyes flick to your bag by the door and back to you. “Now.”

Your cheeks flush and you grab your phone out of your bag, pulling up the text from Stephen and tapping reply.

To: Stephen

Hey, I just looked at my calendar and I’m totally booked up until after the exam. So sorry!

You tap send and hold it up dramatically so Daniel can see it, a satisfied smile finding its way onto his lips. He steps closer to you and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling your body against his. You look up at him and he winks, lowering his head to press a kiss to your lips.

“No one else, sweetheart,” he whispers against your lips.

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I have decided to make this reading blog of sorts bc my friend is still one book behind me and my cousin is not dramatic enough for me to feel satisfied with our talks on the books

So here I am. Ten pages left on the raven king. What the actual fuck is going on, idk. Like, EVERYTHING WAS SO QUICK AFTER THE BANQUET. WHAT THE FUCK DO U MEAN WYMACK IS KEVINS FATHER. I MEAN, YEAH, DADDY WYMACK FOR THE FOXES BUT, ACTUAL DADDY?? DID NOT SEE THAT COMING.

And the foxes being exited for Neil to take time with his "family" Lowkey actually destroyed me. I'm just, hating riko so much WHY MUST U BE A PSYCHOPATH AND AN ASSHOLE, EVERYONE HATES U RIKO, GET IT IN UR HEAD

Also, I have been saying this since I started reading but, RIKO WHEN I CATCH U RIKO, RIKO WHEN I CATCH U I made a tik tok on this audio with nail saying it and I have no regrets.

I have already started the last chapter, so ik that they do not tell the rest of his time with the Ravens, Wich is kinda scary but I have only read the first paragraph so, I'll have to fuck around and find out. I will only be able to start the following book once I finish my finals, so idk, I'll be back when I end the book and then a week later ig??

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Catch Me If You Can

Chapter Twelve

Plot summary : When your friend interviews for a position at Anvil, you have a chance encounter with Billy Russo. He takes you for coffee and, by the time you’re done, Billy decides he’s anything but done with you.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R

Chapter Rating : R-ish

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] This chapter contains vague allusions to physical abuse/abusive past relationship. Some sex mentions. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story.

Word Count : ~3.2k

A/N : This is set about a week after the last chapter. It's mostly angst and a little bit more about readers past. Billy kinda fucks up in this one.

CHAPTER TWELVE

It felt strange to long for someone you hardly knew, to miss having him close when you’d only been intimate for a couple of weeks. But, without Billy, you felt a strange sort of loneliness that should have terrified you, the sort of yearning you’d completely given up on before you’d let him force his way into your life.

Days had continued to tick by with nothing but text messages and phone calls passing between you, leaving you longing to feel his arms around you again. You tried everything to push the feelings away; reading, catching up with old TV shows, anything that didn’t make you think of him.

But, the moment he told you that he’d be working from home and that you could stay over, you agreed, biking across Manhattan as soon as you finished your day.

He was waiting for you the moment the elevator doors slid open, kissing you and tugging off your clothes as he pressed you back against the wall. He fucked you like it had been six years and not six days since you’d last seen him, leaving you a trembling mess and reminding you just what you’d been missing out on all week.

Eventually, once he managed to finally put you down and take his hands off you, you found yourself on his sofa, eating Chinese take out while he sat with his laptop and tried to get some work done. Now and then, he’d shoot you an apologetic look - obviously, it wasn’t how he’d wanted the evening to go, but you were perfectly happy where you were, enjoying the food and just being near him. You distracted yourself by trying to finish reading the trashy romance novel you’d brought on the Kindle app on your phone.

When you needed a drink, you stood, heading for the kitchen, trying not to disturb Billy. You didn’t think twice about leaving your phone on the sofa, unlocked and on the page you were in the middle of reading - your first mistake of the evening.

“Her fingers sizzled a path to my cock,” his words caught you by surprise, and so did the laugh that followed, “sweetheart, if you’d wanted something to read, I could’ve found you a much better book than this horny trash.”

You turned back to him, feigning indignation; “I’ll have you know that horny trash is the only thing that’s been getting me through the last few days.”

He put down his laptop on the coffee table and slowly got to his feet, your phone still in his hand.

“You think a smutty book is a good substitute for me?” His dark eyes fixed on you, looking at you like he was thinking of all the things he wanted to do to you. You stepped away from the kitchen, back towards him, waiting for him to clear the distance between you and take what he wanted. “Does this stuff really get you going? Does it get you wet?”

You bit your lower lip, trying to to stop your lips from pulling into a smirk, but it was impossible.

“Have you spent this whole week with your fingers between your legs reading this?” Billy asked, stepping closer still. You bit down on your lip even harder, your cheeks starting to heat, before you managed to shake your head. “No?”

“Not my fingers,” you admitted softly, “and it wasn’t the book I was thinking about...”

“Not your fingers?” Your head shook again and he took a step closer. You might as well have been naked with the way he was looking at you, his eyes burning with desire. “Then what were you using while you were thinking about me?”

“My vibrator,” not sure why admitting to owning a sex toy to someone like Billy felt so scandalous.

“Fuck, sweetheart, if I’d known you’d been missing me so much I would’ve spent the last hour inside you, reminding you why nothing but me is ever gonna satisfy your sweet little pussy,” his voice turned low, uncontrolled. “Guess I’m gonna have to make up for lost time now...”

Your eyes dropped, noticing the way his sweatpants were already starting to tent, relieved that the conversation was getting to him just as much as it was you.

“What about you?” You dare to ask.

“What about me?”

“How much did you miss me?”

“You mean did I jerk off thinking about you?” He asked and you nodded. “Every night with those red lace panties you gave me.”

You breath caught at the admission and the look on his face, and you found yourself trying to picture it. Staring, you silently willed him to clear the distance between you and give you both what you clearly wanted. But Billy didn’t move, he seemed more interested in the moment you were sharing and wanted to see how far he could push it.

“I get hard just thinking about you, sweetheart,” he continued to confess, “I can’t stop thinking about you on your knees, sucking my cock.”

You made a show of licking your lips, despite the embarrassment you were enjoying watching him slowly lose control. He wanted you to break first, but you weren’t going to make it easy for him. “Yeah? You liked that?”

“You know I did,” he all but growled, knowing what you were trying to do to him. “You liked it too, didn’t you? You were so fucking wet when I got you home...”

You nodded almost shyly. As much as you wanted to carry on, you weren’t like Billy, dirty talk didn’t come easily to you, but you still managed; “want me to do it again, right now?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, I want you to get on your knees and -”

But then your phone started to ring in his hand and the game quickly came to an end. You watched as he looked at the screen, the smile vanishing from his lips.

“Who’s Sam?” He asked with an unexpected sharpness that caused your stomach to knot.

“Don’t answer it,” you begged quickly, suddenly. With your hand outstretched you moved towards him, needing him to give you your phone back. But Billy wasn’t looking at you, he was looking at the name on the screen and the picture that went with it.

The ringing soon stopped, but Billy didn’t give your phone back. Instead he started swiping at the screen, obviously looking for something. Your stomach dropped, realising that your phone was still unlocked and he had access to everything on there.

“Billy, give me my phone back, it’s not -” you tried to talk around the lump that had lodged itself in your throat.

“Call me back,” he started to read from your phone, obviously scrolling through the dozens of unanswered text messages Sam had sent, “we need to talk. I love you but I’m sick of this shit. Don’t make me come get you. Talk to me. We had a deal.”

“It’s not what you think,” you tried again, reaching for your phone. Billy stepped back, keeping hold of your phone.

“And what do you think I think?” He asked, his tone enough to make you flinch. “‘cause I think forty-seven missed calls today, and fifty-two yesterday means someone really wants to talk to you.”

“It’s not like that -”

“Oh, isn’t it? So you get guys telling you that they love you all the time, calling you non-stop and begging you to talk to them?” It almost felt like he was mocking you, like he thought you were an idiot for even trying to convince that there was nothing going on.

“Billy, please, just listen to me...”

If he heard you, he didn’t seem to care. “Is this what does it for you? Is this why you finally said yes to me? Did I chase you enough, make you feel special? You just like the attention?”

“Stop it, just -” you raised your voice, desperate to make him listen, to make him hear you out.

“Is this what you want? You want me to lose my mind over you? Will you start ignoring my calls when you’re done with me?” Something almost frantic started to slip into his tone.

“No, Billy, I -”

It was clear to see that he was spiralling out of control, that the thought of you with another man made him lose his mind. And it hurt - it hurt that he wouldn’t listen to you, that he thought you’d do anything to hurt him like that.

“If I obsess over you enough, do I get my initials carved on your body somewhere? Will you let me pick where?”

You stepped backwards, an uncomfortable breath catching in your throat. It only took Billy a second to realise his mistake. There was no confusing the sudden look of terror on your face or the way that your whole body tensed as you started to back away from him. Your eyes stayed fixed on him, wide and afraid, your lungs burning as they struggled to draw breath.

Billy seemed frozen as the pieces fell into place and he finally understood; you hadn’t carved the S into your arm. Someone else had, against your will.

And, now, despite everything about him that made you feel safe, despite every time you’d told yourself that he wouldn’t hurt you, you were overcome with fear.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t -” you flinched as he took a step, “- I didn’t mean that. I’d never -”

“Please stop,” you uttered quietly, voice breaking as you blinked back tears. You didn’t want to talk about it, not now, not ever.

“I didn’t know, you didn’t tell me - why didn’t you tell me?” A panicked anguish quickly filled his voice and, at any other time, you might have felt for him, but all you could do was continue to shrink away from him. “Tell me who did it - tell me, I’ll fucking kill him.”

The spike of anger in his voice did nothing to settle your frayed nerves. You knew it wasn’t aimed at you, but you had no doubt in that moment that Billy was capable of murder, and that he’d kill anyone who’d hurt you. But you didn’t want Billy involved, you didn’t want him to know about any of your scars or where they had come from.

“Was it this guy? This Sam?” He held up your phone, his knuckles turning white as he dared to step closer. Even though his anger wasn’t directed at you anymore, it still scared you.

You shook your head. “Sam’s my brother.”

Another secret spilled, another thing you hadn’t wanted him to know.

“You have a brother? I thought you said -”

You moved suddenly, before Billy could reach you - he was between you and the elevator, so leaving wasn’t an option, but you needed space, you needed to be able to breathe. He called your name and you heard him following after you as you ducked into his bedroom and headed for the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

The moment the door was shut, you sank to the floor, pulling your knees to your chest.

“I’m sorry, I -” you could hear him on the other side of the door, but he didn’t rattle the handle, didn’t knock or try to get to you. From the broken tone of his voice, you knew that he was upset and, as much as you might have hated that at any other time, Billy’s upset was not your priority. “I’m a fucking idiot, I’m sorry. I - I never meant -”

You took a long breath, counting back from ten, trying to remember any of the coping mechanisms you’d worked on in therapy so many years ago. Despite the tears in the corners of your eyes, the last thing you wanted was to cry - you’d cried too many tears over the scars on your arms over the years and you weren’t going to shed any more. You were stronger than that, you’d spent years becoming stronger than that.

“Please, talk to me?”

You still didn’t answer. You couldn’t, it felt like you could hardly breathe.

He was pacing, you could hear it through the door. “I’d never hurt you - you know I’d never hurt you, right? I couldn’t, I -”

Still, you said nothing. A moment later there was a loud thud and you heard his footsteps moving away from the door and out of the bedroom.

As you sat, you tried to deconstruct everything that had happened, why it had upset you and whether it was reasonable to be upset about it; Billy going through your phone without permission (yeah, it was reasonable to be upset at that), him getting upset about Sam (yes and no, you probably could have handled that a little better), and the comment about that scar (yes but, again, he hadn’t known the full story).

But, the thing that worried you, the thing that had you panicked, was just how quickly it had escalated and how he hadn’t even tried to hear your side of things. Did you think that he could hurt you? No. But whether that was you being stupid and naive, you didn’t know. All you really knew was that something inside you felt safe with Billy, something inside you told you that he’d never hurt you, and perhaps that was the best place to start.

It took twenty minutes before you worked up the courage to stand and another five before you could bring yourself to open the bathroom door. Billy was nowhere to be seen but, to your surprise, he’d left your phone on the floor in front of the bathroom door.

You grabbed your bag from the foot of the bed and carried it with you, but you didn’t head for the elevator. You weren’t going to run away.

Billy was standing by the windows, looking out at the view, looking every bit as lost and alone as you felt.

“We - we should talk,” you said softly, just to draw his attention.

He turned, but he didn’t move towards you. He kept his distance, as if he didn’t trust himself anymore. When he caught sight of the bag in your hand, Billy let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry,” he said, sounding like he knew he’d already lost.

“I know you are.”

“I didn’t mean -”

“Yes you did, Billy.” It wasn’t your intention to hurt him but there was no missing the flicker of pain on his face. He’d been upset, but he’d meant every word that he’d said to you, and you needed him to acknowledge that. “But what hurts is that you saw those messages and just assumed that I’d do that to you.”

“I know, I shouldn’t’ve, I just...” you could see the struggle on his face as he tried to find the words, tried to find a way to explain something that you weren’t even sure he could explain. You were starting to think it was just how he was wired - but that didn’t mean you had to accept it. “This isn’t easy for me.”

“Which part? Because it’s not exactly a walk in the park for me either.”

“I don’t do this,” which didn’t make it any clearer, but the frustration in his voice was unmissable.

“There is no this, Billy. You didn’t want this to be a relationship. We’re just - I don’t know, us.”

“Yeah, just us.”

There was something in the way he said it that had your heart sinking and it took a moment for the penny to finally drop.

“You wanna fuck other women, is that it?” And suddenly it all seemed pointless. “Of course you do, why wouldn’t you? Why would I ever think you might settle for me?” Because, of course, a man like Billy wouldn’t settle for you, scars and all.

You started to move towards the elevator, telling yourself that, this time, it wasn’t running away; you’d tried to talk to him, tried to figure it out, and leaving was the only option that remained. As much as it hurt, you couldn’t stay knowing that he’d never be satisfied with you, and that he clearly didn’t feel a fraction of what you felt when you were with him. (It was your own fault, you shouldn’t have let yourself feel anything at all for a man like Billy, you’d known from the start that it would end badly.)

“Stop -” he suddenly started to move towards you, “- I don’t want to fuck anyone else, that’s not what I meant. And I’m not settling, you’re the only one I want.” He forced the words out in an angry and uncomfortable admission - he didn’t even manage to look like he believed it himself.

“I’d be flattered if you didn’t sound like it bothered you so fucking much.” You spat back, just as angry.

“Of course it bothers me. I don’t know how to not fuck this up. I don’t know how to not make you leave me.”

“My suggestion would be doing anything but this.” You reached the elevator doors, but you didn’t push the call button - you couldn’t bring yourself to end things, not while he was still talking.

“So, that’s it - we’re back to this?”

“Back to what?”

“You, pushing me away, not talking to me.”

“I can’t do this if you don’t trust me.” You told him.

“I’m trying, but you don’t trust me either, do you?”

You wanted to answer immediately, to tell him of course you trusted him, but it wasn’t that simple. He was right, you didn’t trust him, not completely - you didn’t trust anyone completely. You couldn't, you’d been hurt too many times before. And maybe Billy had been too.

“Why don’t you do this - why don’t you want a relationship?” You dared to ask and Billy looked away almost as if he was ashamed.

“Because everyone leaves eventually? Because what I can offer always stops being enough... I don’t know.” He sounded resigned to it, like there really was no other way that he saw things panning out.

“And you think that’d happen with us? That I’d just leave you?”

He looked at you for a second before letting his gaze drop again. “You’re doing it right now.”

“That isn’t fair. You know why I’m leaving.” You wanted to be firm, wanted him to know that you were leaving because of his actions, not because of who he was but, instead, the words came out quiet, soft.

Billy didn’t answer, he looked defeated, like he’d given up. He didn’t talk again until you’d hit the call button and the elevator doors slid open.

“So, we’re done then?”

Were you? You hesitated, hating how quickly everything had fallen apart - how easily you’d both let it fall apart. Maybe it was just how things were meant to be; maybe neither of you were capable of sustaining whatever this was. But -

“No - I don’t know,” was the most honest answer you could give. “I just - I need some time, Billy. Can you give me that?”

“How much time?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “A few days maybe?”

“Okay,” he shrugged in return, looking like he’d already given up.

By the time you’d stepped into the elevator and hit the button, he’d already turned away from you. Billy didn’t say a word as the doors shut and you left him all alone. Somehow, you managed not to break down and cry until you’d made it back across the city and into the comfort of your own bed.

Chapter Thirteen

A/N : Well... I originally wanted to try and time things so I could have nice chapters come out over the holidays, but then this happened. Sorry! It really wasn't my intention to end the year on a downer, but don't worry, the next part is pretty much finished and will be up the same time next week!!

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