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idyllcy · 9 months

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and on and on, i'll be by your side

word count: 11.9k

warnings: non-explicit sex, unstable family relationship (reader)

summary: senior year romance means everything from fluff to angst to teenage hormones

"I like you. let's date."

Jason chokes on his water, coughing as you hand him a napkin to wipe off the water.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?"

"Let's date?"

"before that."

"I like you." You blink at him, raising a brow. "What? Can't believe it?"

"No. I was not expecting to get confessed to on the first FUCKING DAY OF SENIOR YEAR." He hisses. "Why are you even asking me out? You had a crush on some other guy all the way until like before junior year ended."

"Yeah..." You tap your chin. "You see, I had a revelation over summer while we studied at the library together."

"I don't want to hear it."

"Well too bad!" You shrug, smile on your lips. "I thought, hey, I've kinda been on and off with my feelings with you for a while now, why not just get the closure I need?"

"So you asked me out without expecting me to accept your confession?" Jason hands you the second sandwich Alfred packed.

"Yeah!" You hum. "Thank you."

"And if I accept your confession?"

"Then we date." You shrug. "I have no L in this situation."

"What if I leave you hanging?"

"I have one L in this situation." You grimace. "You're not that mean, right?"

Three years. Jason Todd has been in love with you for three whole years — sitting through your hopeless rants about how attractive you found the most mediocre guys in the school, on the verge of going insane when he had practically turned into your ideal type only for you to pat him on the chest and tell him he'd definitely pull. Jason Todd had not expected you to casually drop the bomb that you had liked him on and off or the question of dating on the first day of senior year, the two of you sitting in your shared English teacher's classroom. He can feel his teacher's eyes on the back of his head as he stares at you incredulously.

"I'm not that mean," He shakes his head, heart racing in his head. "We..."

You look at him expectantly.

"Is it taking advantage of you if I agree to date you?" He winces.

"Nope! If anything, it could be me taking advantage of you." You beam. "Is that a yes?"

"Uh, yeah." Jason really hopes this doesn't come to bite him in the ass later. "Sure. Let's date."

You grin. "Should I call you babe?"

"Too fast." Jason deadpans. "If you don't finish that half of the sandwich I'm going to take it."

You gasp in fake offense. "I'm savoring it."

"Not with the lunch bell ringing in five minutes."

"I hate you." You grumble, going back to your sandwich. "What do people who date even do?"

"Well, they—"

"If you pull a single date idea from one of your classics I will throw this sandwich at your face."

"Alfred's hard work!" Jason raises a brow. "You dare disrespect that?"

"Either this or my backpack." You mumble, finishing the sandwich. "The backpack it is."

"I was going to say we could start with the park, but if you're going to smack me with your backpack, then I'd say we just break up." Jason jests.

"World's fastest breakup." You mumble. "We could break a world record with that."

"That's impossible. Someone out there has broken up faster than this. Also, I never said we'd break up." He mumbles. "I was threatening you."

You shrug, the bell going off.

"What's your next class?"

"I sent you my schedule like two weeks ago!" You gasp. "You didn't memorize it?"

"Alright," Jason sighs. "What's my next class?"

"Creative Writing. Bingo, loser."

"You can't do this to me." Jason grumbles.

"Oh, I can and I will." You grin.

"Have fun in your TA period." Jason walks in the other direction.

"You did memorize it?!" You yell at him in the hall as he walks off. "Liar!!!"

Jason ignores you, speeding up instead. The realization would settle in later, he thinks. The realization that after three years of pathetic pining on his end, you had asked him out on the first day of senior year with no will to continue living in Gotham. It was uncertain. Maybe you were just using him so you could say you had a boyfriend in high school. He would let himself get used, as long as it was you. In that case, he might as well put in the full effort to have you fall harder. Starting with... your ideal date, he supposes.

He sighs, looking through the list of books you had sent him earlier during summer that you completed, grimacing at how many questionable ones you had read. Though, that's not his problem. The two of you loved reading, even if they were totally different genres. Thankfully on his end, you had ranked them based on how much you liked them. He starts with the first book, a long night ahead of him.

"Red."

"Hm?" Jason holds down the thug with his foot. "What?"

"Are you listening to an audiobook on duty?"

"What of it?" Jason knocks the man out with the back of his gun.

"Why are you listening to smut while on duty?"

"Little wing, did you get a girlfriend?"

"What?"

"Why else would you be listening to romance while on the job? Obviously for research."

"He could also have a crush."

"I think it's his friend from school." Dick reasons. "He's had a crush on her since forever—"

"Oh my god, can you both shut up?"

"Get back to work." Bruce's voice rings on the line. "I don't care what he's listening to. As long as he's getting the job done."

Jason lingers in the city once patrol is over, scouting out an area to take you that wasn't the park. You hadn't looked that excited for the park when he joked about it. You did mention an arcade at some point early on in your friendship, and there was one in the area. Jason would have to take you by bike there. It'd be hard to park in the area. He pauses at the sight of the mall. You work there, huh?

"Where?"

"Mall. Are you deaf?"

"I have work this weekend." You blink at Jason. "Did you forget?"

"You dumbass. You work in the mall. I'll take you after work."

"I'm going to be all sweaty and gross!" You grimace.

"You sweat from a gift shop job?" He raises a brow.

"That was an excuse. I'm going to be dressed in a white tee and jeans. I'm barely going to look presentable." You frown.

"I'l give you my jacket. We can match."

"And have your chest out for the whole world to see? No." You deadpan. "Oh... maybe a compression shirt."

"What was it about not letting the world see my chest?"

"If you're going to wear something slutty I wanna match. You can wear your baseball jacket." You tap your chin. "Or we can both wear tees and jeans. I wanna wear a compression shirt too..."

Jason contemplates the idea of letting the world see your chest.

"No complaints?" You tilt your head.

"Wear what you want. I can fight." He smiles.

"Omg," You gasp. "Like a booktok boyfriend!"

"I'm defenestrating you."

"Jokes on you I'd be into it." You grin, eyes crinkling from how hard you were.

"Do you want me to bring you a change of clothes?"

"No. I'll just wear my tee and jeans." You hum. "And your jacket?"

"And my jacket." Jason takes it off, helping you into it. "There."

"You can wear a white tee and jeans." You smile. "And bring a sharpie. I want to draw on your shirt."

"Got it." He hums. "Anything else you want?"

"Can you bring me coffee?"

"Your usual?"

"Yes please."

"Alright."

The rest of your friend group tells you you seem to be happier these days. You joke that it's because you're ahead on your college apps. They don't pester you beyond that. You're glad they don't. You don't know what kind of madness your friend group would pull if they found out you were dating your best friend. They'd probably... you don't want to think about it.

"Hey," Jason hums, handing you your cup of coffee as you step out of the store, shift over.

"Hi," You hum, pressing the coffee to your lips. "Thank you."

Jason fishes out a Sharpie from his pocket next, handing it to you as you find a place to sit down, the smell of the pen filling the air as you scribble weird characters onto his back.

"What are you drawing?"

"The skrunkly." You mumble.

"The soots from Spirited Away?"

"Yes."

Jason waits for your to finish, handing you his phone to take a photo of your artwork. You click into his BeReal instead, taking a photo of his back and then of you, sharpie still in hand. You are picking violence today. Does this count as a hard launch? You don't know. All you know is that the baseball team is going to jump Jason for not telling them he has a girlfriend. You type out a caption, handing him his phone back as he stares at the drawings.

"You should apply as an art major."

"I don't have a portfolio." You deadpan. "Unless you count the shirt."

"Or the sketchbooks full of our classmates' faces."

"Or that." You close the sharpie, putting it in your pocket. "Where to?"

"I brought my car. You wanna go anywhere?"

"I wanna go... with you? To your home?" You pat his shoulder twice. "I'm kidding. Let's hit up the arcade."

"Sure." Jason hums. "Oh, did you get sharpie on my skin?"

"Want me to check?"

"Please."

You run your hand under his shirt, lifting it as you check for marks. You pause, admiring his back.

"You've got a lot of scars."

"You know what it's from."

"Your nighttime activities."

Jason can practically see you wriggling your brows at him.

"Yeah. Call it that."

"Can I be part of that?"

"Depends how you want to be part of it." Jason hums. "No marks?"

You let his shirt fall back down.

"None."

"Shall we go?"

"Let's." You hum, standing up with him, slipping your hand into his, the two of you head for the escalators.

Jason SUCKS at dance dance revolution.

You discover it after hitting the arcade, his weird skills in pulling out plushes from the crane machine and his eerily good aim at shooting games knocking the air out of you, but you find that no matter how fast he was on his feet as Red Hood, he sucks at dance games. Which brought you to this point.

Jason gawks at how high your score is.

You laugh, tickets spilling out from the machine, holding the bar as Jason stares at his score, offended a score that low could even exist.

"I kicked Dick's ass last time we played."

"Sure, totally believe you." You grin. "How many years ago was that? Four? Five?"

"I'm going to defenestrate you."

You snort. "I thought I told you I'm into that."

"From the top of Wayne Tower?"

"I'll call Dick for help." You hum. "He'll save me with that tight suit of his o—"

Jason slams a hand over your mouth, glaring at you.

"I'm kidding." You pull his hand away. "Why would I ask him for help when my boyfriend is right here? Oh, right. My boyfriend's the one defenestrating me. I should call Tim instead. He'd probably be in the building anyway."

"Sweetheart."

"Or maybe your dad. He'd probably be in the building too."

"Babe."

"Or I'll just fall to my death and force you to live with the guilt of—"

Jason grabs you by the face, glaring at you. "That's enough."

You jut out your lips, grinning. "Are we about to kiss?"

"Too fast." Jason sighs, letting go. "Are you happy with your plushies or do you want more?"

"How many more coins do you have?"

"Sixteen."

"Can I get three more?"

"Which ones do you want?"

You hold onto the bag of plushies as Jason wins you four more, the coins running out and a laugh spilling past his lips when you ask him for help. It was nice to not play at a rigged crane game, but Jason's ability to pull every single plush on the first try was baffling.

"Hey, how are we getting home? Didn't you take your bike?"

"I drove today." He deadpans. "Your memory game is still real strong, huh?"

You gasp, feigning shock. "I have GREAT memory."

"When's my birthday?"

You purse your lips. "Can you get my phone?"

"I'm hurt."

"August 16." You laugh. "I celebrate it with you every year. Did you actually think I didn't know?"

"You have terrible memory."

"I'm offended." You grumble. "We can split the children."

"Shared custody?"

"We're not... divorced?" You raise a brow at him. "Unless this is a breakup call—"

"Nope. Which ones do you want?"

"I want the franchised ones."

"So like, more than half of them."

"I'm kidding. I want the Nightwing one."

"Not the Red Hood one?"

"I didn't finish saying which other ones I wanted. I want all the Batman-themed ones." You mumble. "Especially the Red Hood one."

"Why the plush," Jason leans down, lips to your ear, blowing on it, "when I'm right here?"

"Are you saying you'll stay at my place forever?" You raise a brow at him, leaning back.

"I don't see why not."

"Absolutely not. My parents would have a heart attack if I brought a boy home." You grumble. "You've met them before."

"They've seen me. They've never met me." Jason shrugs. "Do they know you're on a date?"

"No." You hum. "I can tell them you dropped by and we were at the arcade."

"They're fine with us hanging out?"

"They just don't want me to date. Not when college app season is in swing, at least." You pause. "Where are you going?"

"Gotham, obviously."

"Ugh." You grumble. "Wish you'd leave the city with me."

"Can't."

"I know." You mumble. "You have to stay."

"And you have to go."

There's beauty in Gotham, you admit, but it's not the city you can see yourself living in the long term. Not even when your boyfriend would make sure you never die or get hurt. Not even if his entire family ran around keeping the city safe. You wouldn't be able to live in a city like this, even if you were used to the spontaneous kidnappings and death threats floating around the city. Even if you were used to the life in Gotham, you couldn't see yourself continuing down the road.

"What happens to us after high school?" You grimace.

"We'll figure it out." Jason hums. "Enjoy what we have for now."

The drive home is quiet, a silence that's comfortable for the two of you. It's a silence that rests in the air when the two of you are too tired to talk to each other, familiar to the two of you, a constant in your lives. You bring everything upstairs, falling asleep immediately, too tired to explain where the plushies came from and why you had been gone for so long.

Jason watches as you apply to the bigger schools, a thousand extracurriculars tucked behind your application, a hundred awards to cram into the five slots. You had more than he could imagine. He knew you had been an overachiever, but he hadn't known how hard you worked. It showed on your application, and it showed in December when you were accepted into your dream school with a full ride.

"You're leaving for good, then?" He rests his head on your shoulder, watching as you accept the offer.

"Yeah." You chew on the straw to your milk, puffing air into your cheeks.

"Will you miss me?"

"Babe, it's December." You remind.

"Yeah, but will you miss me?"

"I'll miss you more if you take me to Winter Formal."

"I already have a proposal in plan. Be patient." He grumbles, biting into his apple. "Are you going to ask me to Winter Formal?"

You smile. "Apple."

Jason sticks his tongue out, a piece of laminated paper on his tongue, glancing at the words.

"Yes. I'll go to Winter Formal with you. How'd you even get the paper in there?"

"Secret." You laugh. "I rolled it up and jammed it in there and then put edible paint on to cover the marks."

"Creative." He grins. "Love you."

The two of you stare at each other as you register Jason's words, and your lips part before closing again.

"You love me?" You crane your neck to look at him better.

"You don't?"

You laugh. "I love you too."

"Maybe I should apply there." He mumbles.

"You can't leave Gotham."

"It's not that I can't." He corrects. "it's just that I don't want to."

"Right, right." You nod. "But it's fine. Gotham needs you."

"Yeah." He mumbles. "That's not far, is it? I can still visit."

"Yeah." You hum. "No. It's four hours."

"Oops."

You laugh. "We'll figure something out."

Jason matches with you for Winter Formal, showing up with your favorite flowers, flowers matching the color of your dress and his corsage, your house empty for the night. Jason wonders some days why you never introduce him to your parents, but it's not his place to pry. He had terrible parents on his own. He doesn't even want to think about what could have happened had his birth mom gotten the chance to ruin his life like she wanted to. But it didn't matter, especially not when Winter Formal is crashed by a supervillain and he's forced to take action.

You laugh when he finishes, hand held out to help you from the ground. His siblings are scattered throughout, Dick and Bruce talking to Gordon, debriefing the whole situation. He lingers by you, checking your skin for any injuries of sort.

"Sorry Winter Formal got ruined." He mumbles through the helmet.

You pat his chest twice. "Can we get Batburgers?"

"With my helmet on?"

You roll your eyes. "Whatever you want."

"Yeah, we can," He hands you his car keys, swinging onto a nearby roof to change out of his clothes, mask off. You open the door for him as he slides in, the two of you one of the last to leave. "You aren't mad Winter Formal got ruined?"

"No. I like seeing you in action." You smile. "Besides, your brother—"

"We have got to do something about your addiction to Nightwing." He grumbles, driving off. "Drive through or walk in?"

"Drive through." You observe the helmet. "Does this have any defense mechanisms?"

"If you try to pry it off my head, it cuts your finger. The needle has poison on it too."

"Damn." You mumble. "Anything else?"

"It's got a bomb built in."

"WHAT." You blink at him. "You can self-destruct?!"

"Mhm." He hums. "Your regular order?"

"Can I get ice cream?"

"Yeah."

You pull the bobby pins from your hair as he orders, staring at yourself in the vanity mirror. There are a couple of bloodstains on your dress that definitely don't belong to you, and you spot the same stains on Jason's dress shirt, tie loosened and unbuttoned to relax a little. You wonder why they targeted your school's dance. They could have gotten more money if they held the nearby private school hostage. You shrug as Jason pulls up to the window to pay.

"Here." He hands you your order as he pulls into a nearby parking lot, his own order on his lap.

"Why'd you think they targeted our school?"

"Because of me," Jason bites into his burger. "Billionaire's son."

"The private school has more rich kids." You reach for a napkin.

"Yeah, but my father's a billionaire. Those kids are all millionaires. Their net worth isn't even worth mine."

"True, huh."

"Are you sure Winter Formal wasn't ruined?"

"No. I got to see your tits bounce while you fought."

"Deadass?"

"No. Your chestplate kept it in tact." You chuckle. "I'd like to see you shirtless sometime."

"Why not now?"

"I am not fucking you in an empty parking lot at 2am."

"Really?"

"I am not letting that be my first time."

"Alright, fair enough." He mumbles. "Where should our first time be?"

"Forgot you're a virgin despite the body." You lick your fingers clean of the sauce. "Don't ask me."

"You wanna fuck in Bruce's room?"

"NO."

"Not a hotel."

"Definitely not a hotel."

"In the Batcave?"

"Jason, I love you, but we are NOT fucking somewhere where your dad can catch us on the cameras."

"Your house."

"No."

"Then where?" He picks up his soda, blinking. "College dorm."

"I'll let you fuck me at the hotel I'll be at before moving in for college." You shove the spoonful of ice cream into your mouth.

"Bet." He grins. "I'm holding you to that."

Jason's ability to drive in Gotham surprises you some days. The two of you have been to every corner of the city, even to the places the two of you are definitely not allowed to visit. The abandoned factories, the galas that you never receive invitations to, everything from head to toe had been visited before. But every place is an adventure, even when the two of you are laying in the grass of Gotham's empty parks, naming the shapes in the sky, bloody red mixed with a sickly green. You find that it reminds you of Jason's eyes, pretty grass-colored irises reminding you of flower fields.

"What shape is that?"

"I don't know," You mumble, staring at his face. "I'm not looking anymore."

"What are you looking at?" He raises a brow at you.

"Your eyes." You blink at him, a stupid smile on your face. Jason looks at you with the same smile on his face. The smile of two idiots in love.

"Yeah? What about them?"

"They're pretty." Your fingers press to his chest for support as you lean in closer, staring right into them. "They look like the fields in the Alps. Like a cottage in the fields I wished I lived in, like the comfort of the morning dew that helps ground me."

"You like my eyes that much?"

"I like everything about you." You mumble.

"Can I kiss you?" His voice is barely above a whisper.

"Always."

Jason kisses you with fervor — passion you forget he has sometimes. He kisses you like you're the last person in the world, making your lashes flutter and head spin from the taste of his lips, your nails digging into his biceps, moan slipping past your lips as his fingers dig into your waist to pull you to sit up. You pull away with a hard inhale, Jason chasing after your lips immediately, hands flying to your face, tongue pressed to yours, barely breathing himself. You wonder if his lungpower came with the vigilante business. You certainly can't keep up, pushing him away at some point, panting.

"One more."

"No." You grumble. "Can't breathe. Head spin. I'm going to die."

"Most that'll happen is you'll pass out." He grins.

"No more." You point at him, eyes hard. "I'm not passing out at a park... or getting arrested for public indecency."

Jason laughs, pulling you close, resting his head on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist snuggly. You frown, running your hands through his hair, closing your eyes to see if you can listen to his heartbeat with how close his chest was pressed to yours. You hum gently, letting the vibrations rumble between the two of you, the sun peeking past the clouds in Gotham for once. You wonder how many more times you would get to do this.

"Jason?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to miss you." You mumble into his skin. "A lot."

"I'll drive up to you every weekend."

"That's four hours and a shit ton of tolled routes." You mumble.

"Daddy's got money to spare."

You laugh, leaning further into Jason's body, smile making way onto your face again. "Yeah? How about you fly over?"

"Wow, babe, I thought you cared about my carbon footprint."

"Then go by boat." You hum.

"Not a bad idea. You want a rich boyfriend who knows how to sail?"

"And get to brag to all those rich kids who can't date for shit about it? Yeah." You hum. "Plus, you'd look so hot sailing while shirtless in nothing but swim trunks."

"You think about me shirtless more than I can imagine." He rubs soothing circles on your waist. "What else do you think about?"

"Think about your tits."

"Pecs, baby."

"Think about biting them."

"In a—"

"In a completely normal way. Just. The urge to bite and squish?"

"In the neurodivergent way?"

"Yeah." You hum. "But I also think about you at night."

"Oh?"

"Worry about you. Who's going to patch you up when I'm gone?"

"Alfred."

"Yeah, but," You swallow. "I won't know if you're alive or awake the next day."

"I can text you."

"I should just take you with me." You sigh. "Pack you in my suitcase."

"You want me to go to college with you?"

"Yeah." You mumble blissfully. "In my perfect world."

Jason opens his mouth before you cut him off by pulling away from him.

"Jay," You mumble. "Do you think we're going to break up?"

"Do you?"

"I hope not." You mumble. "I wouldn't dare to."

"I don't think we're going to break up." He hums. "Not with the way I'm in love with you, at least."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He whispers back to you, pressing his forehead to yours, noses brushing. "Not at all."

"That's all I need to hear." You grin.

Jason takes you to prom, as all high schoolers do, arm around your waist as you press the lemon water to your lips. There's no punch out of a fear that people are going to drug it, even when everyone is searched. You wonder if you want to go to the afterparty as you dump the rest of the drink. It's nasty. You wish there was soda. At least you could work a mocktail with a Sprite and the fruit on the table. The prom location is awful too despite the pretty paintings. It smells like a high school boys' locker room.

"There's karaoke in the back," He mumbles into your skin, pressing a kiss to your neck. That too. Jason's been getting more and more frisky. He should really have some sense of shame. "Without too many people."

"There's karaoke?" You ignore the way he squeezes your waist.

"Far back. Behind all the paintings."

"Oh, fuck yes." You mumble, making a beeline for the back, bolting to the first seat by karaoke you find. Jason texts you the list of songs available and asks you if you want to sing a duet. He watches you laugh at his text and send him a song, reminding him to ask when the two of you were going. He stands behind you, hands running up and down your neck, fingers digging into your back.

"You giving me a massage?" You rest your hand on his as he pauses.

"How are your feet doing?"

"Much better now that I'm sitting down." You mumble.

"Need to swap shoes with me?"

"I'll be fine." You hum. "You ready to sing?"

"Two losers who never speak up in class singing? You bet." He laughs.

You toss your friend your phone to record the two of you.

Jason may suck at DDR, but he's a great singer. His voice rings through the room, and you're sure more than one of the students in the room has fallen for him just based on his voice, but you're having fun singing a duet with him. It's always nice to be reminded that Jason sounds like an angel despite the build. You'd have him sing with you when he drives you up for college, you think. Yet, you yell the lyrics to the Taylor Swift song with him anyway, screaming the high note and bursting into laughter afterward. Jason continues singing, holding his hand out for you to get up.

It's the highlight of your high school life, you think. The highlight isn't when you got into your dream college, the highlight is Jason Todd serenading you at prom to a Taylor Swift song. You continue singing along with him, ignoring the way your heels hurt like a bitch. Maybe you'd have him drive you to get another Batburger. Even better, you'd have him grapple you to get Batburgers. That would make the night better, you think. You'd love to fly with him.

Jason finishes, mocking a bow to the crowd, the students cheering at him.

He pulls on your hand to have you bow too. You oblige.

The two of you leave prom early. Jason pulls you away from the karaoke room immediately when you finish, the two of you bolting for his car. Your heels click against the cement of the parking lot, digging into your feet, and you spin, your phone in Jason's hand as he takes photos of you. You hope he's good. Maybe he's one of those boyfriends who manage to catch photos of you at your worse. Oh well. The idea of it makes you laugh, the high from too many students ringing in your head, the deindividuation getting to you. You smile at Jason loopily, and your camera clicks in his hand, the moment immortalized.

"For your information," Jason catches you by the waist, showing you the photo of yourself. "You look gorgeous."

"Should've had Tim take photos of us before we left." You mumble. "Can you carry me back to the car?"

"My pleasure." Jason sits you on the sidewalk, helping you out of your heels. He throws you over his shoulder, resting his hand on your ass as he takes your heels in the other hand. "This good?"

"I feel like a sack of potatoes." You laugh. "But this is fine."

"Wanna go anywhere after this?"

"Can we grapple to get Batburgers?"

"You want to grapple?" You can feel Jason raise his brow.

"Yeah." You mumble. "Can we?"

"You good with flying? Your dress is too slippery, babe." He pats your ass.

"Oh, come on."

"Silk is too slippery." He hums. "We can do it another day."

You grumble. "Can we still get Batburgers?"

"With ice cream?"

"Yes, please." You mumble as Jason opens the door to your side, settling you into the seat and putting your heels next to your feet.

"I have a change of shoes in the back of the car because Dick told me that heels make your feet hurt after a while." He kisses the corner of your eye. "I also have a change of clothes if you don't want to ruin your dress."

"Jay, I'm going to marry you," You moan in bliss. "I'll pop the ring."

Jason laughs. "I can pop the ring."

"Yeah?" You turn your head to look at him, loopy smile on your face.

"Absolutely." He laughs.

The two of you sit in the parking lot again, Jason's shirt pulled over your dress to avoid ruining the silk, biting into the burger.

"This is bliss."

"Babe." Jason hums. "Why'd you ask me out again? Not the reason you told me. I think you asked me out for another reason."

You blink at him, swallowing the bite in your mouth. "I asked you out because I actually had a pathetic crush on you."

"Deadass?"

"Yeah. I fell for you as soon as you showed up looking like my type last Halloween. I didn't know if you did it on purpose, but holy shit I had to use every last ounce of self control to stop myself from just pulling you by the collar and making out with you in the middle of the hallway. Jay, you're hot as fuck." You muffle a laugh. "Wanted you so bad that day."

"Not anymore?" He raises a brow at you.

"Still do." You bite back into the burger. Jason watches as you chew and swallow. "If anything, even more now."

"Why haven't you told me?"

"Every time you've made out with me," You sigh. "We've been in public."

"What's a little public indecency? That's definitely not the most illegal thing I've done." He taps your thigh, squeezing it.

"It would be the most illegal thing I'll do." You grumble. "Nothing illegal before college, please."

"Anything for you." He reaches for the ice cream. "Can I have a bite?"

"Finish the whole thing if you'd like." You finish the burger, reaching for a napkin. "Got a little greedy tonight."

Jason laughs.

"Right." You make sure your fingers are clean, pulling the shirt over your head. "Chose this dress because it's crazy easy to take off."

Jason raises a brow as you reach for the ribbon on your back, pulling as the whole dress comes loose on your body.

"Isn't public nudity also a crime?"

"Sure," You reach for the shirt again, pulling it over your head. "Hope you liked looking at my tits."

"Would rather be sucking on them."

"Wow, Freud would have a field day with you." You mumble. "Maybe when we're not both dying."

"Do you have a curfew?"

"Told my parents I'm going to the afterparty." You shrug. "Clearly not."

"What time are you supposed to be back?" He runs his hand up your thigh again.

"We are NOT fucking in a parking lot."

"Never said we had to." He grins. "B's got a billion safehouses around the city."

"You're going to fuck me in a safehouse?"

"And? There's no cameras there."

"You're doing all the work." You grumble.

"Wouldn't dream of having you do anything your first time."

Your back slams into the seat as he races off to a safehouse.

Jason makes quick with what you're wearing, tugging his shirt over your head, lips pressed to your skin, biting and sucking where you would let him, desperate to taste every single inch of you. You whimper multiple times, and at some point, you stop him, fingers pressed to his chest, lashes fluttering as you struggle to stay awake, apology spinning in the air as your back met the mattress again, mumbling about your exhaustion. Jason leaves you alone after it, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, pulling your makeup remover from your purse, wiping the makeup from your skin as you rest in his arms. It was domestic. He liked it.

The two of you fall asleep like that — half naked, too tired to shower off the nightmare called prom.

Jason doesn't like visiting your place while in gear. He's usually bloody with someone else's blood by the end of patrol, and he'd rather bleed out in the Batcave than your room, but he doesn't have much of a choice this time, gash too big. He calls for backup with a press of the button, letting himself rest on your balcony for a moment.

"Jesus fucking christ," You throw your window open, first aid kit in your hand. "Do I need to get used to this?"

"Nope."

"You're fucking lucky I chose sportsmed as my pathway in high school, you nerd." You grumble, sterilizing the needle and disinfecting his wound. "You need stitches."

"Yeah?"

"Shut up and take it." You shove a cloth into his mouth. "That's clean. Bite if it hurts."

"I've taken worse befo— oW!" He bites into the cloth as you start stitching him up. Your fingers are fast, and in a couple of minutes, his wound is stitched up. You wrap the gauze and bandage around his waist, securing it. Jason notices you're frowning the whole time.

"Not the first time, huh?"

"I hope it's the last." You grumble. "Did you call for backup?"

"Night's coming."

You sigh, leaning back against the railing on your side. "What happened?"

"Some guy with a sharp ass knife."

You raise a brow at him.

"It was a henchman. Six to one."

"Fucking hell." You grimace. "You're not gonna die one of these days, right?"

"I've dodged death once. I can do it again."

"Don't say shit like that." You grumble.

"Little wing! Oh, hey," Nightwing smiles at you, and you nod.

"I stitched him up. Have Al check him at home too, please. He's got more experience than me."

"We will. Thanks for patching him up."

"I hope it's the last time." You grumble. "Are you going tomorrow?"

"Might stay home. Send me the notes?" You don't need to see Jason's face to see him wince.

"Sure."

You've visited the Wayne manor more than enough times to know how to get to Jason's room, showing Alfred the notes from school, a grin on your face. You apologize for intruding, only for Alfred to tell you you're welcome whenever. You wonder if his family knows the two of you are dating. You have a feeling Tim caught his BeReal from when the two of you first started going out. Oh, well. It wasn't as if you needed to hide it from his family. Your parents were the harder ones.

"Hey," You wave at Jason. "Brought your notes and homework."

"Thanks. Anything from Lit?"

"Nope. Still the end of year project. You gonna be there for AP testing?"

"Yeah." He mumbles. "You gonna sleep while testing again?"

"Yeah." You deadpan. "Hundred percent."

"C'mere," He grabs you by the waist, sitting you on his lap as he continues on his laptop.

"Whatcha up to?"

"Hacking the CIA's firewalls." He mumbles, fingers clicking on the keyboard.

"That's a Tim answer." You raise your brow. "Why are you doing it?"

"Wanted to see if I got rusty."

You watch as he does, blinking in surprise when he manages to get into the files, scrolling through the files.

"Are you deleting your file in the CIA database?"

"I do it to fuck with em." He smiles. "Wanna read my file?"

"Fuck, yeah." You mumble, scrolling through all the information they had on him. "They never got your blood sample?"

"Never. The goons who get my blood don't have the equipment for DNA matching, and they would definitely not work with the CIA."

"You're on a watchlist, then?"

"I run crime in Gotham."

"An antihero." You point at the line in the file. "You minimize crime by controlling it from within."

"It's good to have a leg in everything."

"That's a lot of legs." You count on your hand. "Way more than two."

"You know what I mean."

You grin. "Yeah. I do."

"Wanna go anywhere before grad?"

"Wanna drive to New York?"

"And blow daddy's money?"

"Your daddy's money," You tap his chest playfully.

"He won't even notice." He smiles. "Motor or car?"

"Car."

"Bet."

AP testing could be a lot better. You sleep through half of it, finishing your multiple choice and essay questions too fast, exhaustion all over your face when you finish, calling your friend your savior as she hands you your coffee order. You could leave early if you really wanted to, but you don't, for some weird reason, and you stick by the rest of your classes, physically exhausted from all of the APs. Your coffee does little to minimize the psychic damage you received while taking the exam.

Even when Jason takes you to get dinner together, you're half picking through your food, half actually eating.

"Tired?"

"I can't wait to graduate." You mumble. "At least we don't need to be here during finals week."

"You gonna travel?"

"Wanna fly to Bruce's place in Hawaii?"

"Too cliche," Jason mumbles. "How about his mansion in the Alps?"

You gasp. "Deadass?"

"I can ask. I doubt he'd say no." Jason reaches for a fry on your plate, his empty.

"Want the rest of them?"

"Not hungry?"

"Not really." You reach for the second half of the sandwich. "Burnt out, more."

"Wanna take two weeks of independent study to run for the Alps?" Jason blurts.

You blink at him incredulously. "My parents would kill me."

"Not if I have Bruce lie and say it's for a camp."

You tilt your head at him. "My dad hates your dad."

"He does?"

"Daddy issues. Inferiority complex." You chew on the sandwich. "Doesn't matter. Send me a ticket. I'll lie and say it was for a class project to try and figure out the probability of lotteries and by some weird stroke of luck I got it."

"Gotcha."

The lie works, and the two of you take two weeks of independent study for the Alps, something only three people know the real reason for. It's really only Jason's family. The two of you both have stellar grades — it doesn't matter if you take a break. You wander into the Wayne mansion, surprised at everything you see. It's kept in crazy good condition despite the lack of servants.

"You guys got a maid here or something?" You mumble at the lack of dust.

"Bruce had it cleaned a couple days ago because I said we'd be coming."

"Can we wear cute clothes and head to the farmer's market?"

"Of course."

You pause. "Are we still going to New York?"

"Do you not want to anymore?"

"No." You hum. "I'm down. I just figured since we're in the Alps..."

"We're still going unless you cancel."

"Not canceling." You cross your arms. "Definitely not cancelling."

You find out just how much money Jason gets in a month's allowance on the trip. You're not allowed to pay for anything, jaw dropping at the black card that you didn't know a teen could even own, and the sheer amount of cash that Jason had was just baffling. You felt bad at first, only for Jason to pull up his bank records and show you just how much money was in his account. You wish you were born as a billionaire's son. Maybe you should've stolen car tires to get adopted by Bruce Wayne — the thought makes you laugh.

"You feel better?"

"If dating you means self care trips, I'm going to get down on a knee and propose. If we break up, I'll haunt you to your death." You yawn, grabbing another handful of blueberries. "Kill myself, even."

"That's a little extreme. I have no plans to break up with you." Jason pushes his shades up, turning to look at you.

"How's Gotham? Aren't you supposed to be there to control crime n shit?"

"Burner phone." He waves the old device in his hand. "Henchmen."

"Loyal?"

"Enough." Jason hums. "Wanna go to the fields later?"

"Yeah. Let's bike." You grin.

The fields of grass remind you of Jason's eyes, a green that you only got to see during spring and the rare moments of peace in Gotham. Dare you say it, it reminds you of Ivy's plants sometimes. Or the look of that one time toxins spilled into the river. The green of his eyes is vibrant in all the best and worst ways, but it's still dazzling to you. Laying in the grass makes you remember your date in the park. This time, the fields are pretty much empty.

"Wanna pick up from the park?" Jason rests on his side, fingers tapping your chest.

"I thought I told you I'm not doing anything indecent in public."

"Making out is hardly indecent."

"Your teenage hormones and the way you've been staring at my tits in this dress? Indecent." You yawn, turning to face him. "Does Bruce have cameras in the mansion?"

"Not in the master bath."

"Deal."

"Don't fall asleep this time."

"Oi," You punch him lightly. "Rude. That was after prom. I was tired."

"Just saying."

You punch him again in retaliation.

Jason wastes no time in having you, fingers pressed to your skin again, harder this time, nipping and biting at your skin, ignoring the way you try to tell him not to leave visible marks. You could live with a couple hickeys for two weeks. He nips at your neck, sliding the sundress down your shoulders, tugging at the string hiding your tits from him, lips pressing to you again as your fingers thread through his hair.

Jason didn't think it would be possible to love someone to this extent. He watches as you breathe in his arms, head pressed to his chest, bare skin pressed onto his, chests meeting. His fingers brush your cheek, heart warm and alive, lashes fluttering as he continues staring, hickeys formed on your skin, something you'd probably smack him for later. But he's sure you enjoyed it. He made sure that you did. He holds his breath as you shift in his arms.

"G'mornin." You mumble.

"Mornin'." He smiles.

"'m sore." You grumble. "Bitch." You punch him weakly.

"Was it good, though?" Jason laughs at your frown.

"Yeah." You sigh. "I'll go make breakfast."

"I'll do it."

"You're going to burn the kitchen down. No." You grumble. "Carry me around... I'll cook?"

Jason lifts you in a chair as you tell him to move you around, laughing when he starts ignoring you on purpose, smile on his face when you call for him. He complies after the third time, helping you plate the food and adjusting your seat height so you were comfortable.

"You should cook for me forever."

"I think you should move into my college dorm with me." You deadpan. "Just join me there. Bruce can donate a building or something."

"That's illegal."

"And you're a white man. Pick a privilege."

"Should I go blonde for the full white man privilege?" Jason taps his chin. "Would I look good blonde?"

"You'd give your family a heart attack, that's for sure." You mumble. "We should photoshop you to make you blonde."

"Are you into blondes?"

"I'm into you." You smile, the two of you going quiet before a laugh breaks past your lips. "I've been waiting to use that."

"I can tell." Jason hums, lips pulled into a smile.

"If you go blonde..." You pause. "No. Don't go blonde. Blonde gym rats scare me."

"Excuse you, I am not a gym rat."

"You'll stick out like a sore thumb during patrol." You grimace. "It's all black and then your hair is glowing in the dark like you're a flashlight."

"That's just insulting." Jason covers his mouth. "I wear a helmet, babe."

"It's the truth."

"Bruce would have a heart attack." Jason hums. "Sounds tempting."

"We can bleach your hair while here." You offer. "Your whole head."

"And ruin my perfect hair? No thanks."

"Says the loser with white hair."

"Now that's insulting." He taps your nose, frowning. "You and I both know why I have white hair."

"Cuz you almost died?"

"Yeah."

The two of you settle with Photoshop instead, cutting and pasting some random guy's blonde hair on top of Jason's, making him bald in the process. You take a photo to send to Dick and Tim, putting blue eyes on top of Jason's too, turning him into the textbook white man. You fall over in with the chair from how hard you laugh, Jason left to deal with the result of you sending the family his white man portrait. Dick sends a portrait to get edited too, and you go through the whole family, giving them blonde hair and blue eyes. You send the family photo into the groupchat, changing all of their contact photos to the edited version of them in the process. Jason finds it pointless, but from how hard you're laughing, he lets it pass.

"So? Do I look good blonde?"

"You look good no matter what you look like." You hum, leaning into his chest as you delete any evidence of the images on the desktop. "But really, you should join me for college."

"Too much work."

"You're a valedictorian."

"So are you."

You sigh. "I'm going to be all aloneeeeee."

"I'll call you every day."

"You can't promise that."

"We can call while I'm on patrol."

"Babe, I'll be asleep by then."

"With your sleep schedule?"

You go quiet.

"That's what I thought."

"We should send each other photos every day."

"One of those cheesy phone apps?"

"Yeah." You grin. "Or make video diaries."

"I'm not making a video diary."

"I'll make you video diaries to show you what I do in a day." You grin.

"Will I get to see your tits?"

"When I change, sure."

The two of you fly back at the end of the week, the hickeys from Jason all faded and the scratches from you all healed. It was like it never happened — save for the teeth mark you left on Jason's chest before leaving. You just wanted a bite, nothing more.

Both you and Jason turn in all your work when you return, grades still intact, end of the school year at your fingertips, buying tickets for grad. Jason has to buy more tickets from the students because of how big his family is. You joke that Bruce is going to end up with 14 grandchildren. The way Jason grimaces makes you think that it isn't exactly impossible. You don't want to find out.

You help Jason pin his grad cap into his hair so he doesn't look bald.

"Where was this idea when I graduated?" Dick clicks his tongue as you pin Jason's hair down.

"Probably with the girls," You have Jason shake his head to check if the cap was secure. It is. "I saw your grad photos. It's the classic image everyone gets."

"You gonna pin my cap in for my grad too?" Tim hums.

"Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"No?" He raises a brow.

"Huh. Thought you did." You shrug. "I'll do it if you don't have any friends who figure it out."

The two of you head out, waving bye to the Wayns as Jason sits in his car.

"We're meeting in the gym, right?"

"Yeah. No bags." Jason hums.

"I'll just clip all of these," You clip them onto your gown.

Graduation is a blur as you take photos with your friends and with Jason, fireworks going off in the back, lips pressed to his in the darkness, pulling away when the two of you break into your own respective friend groups, photos taken with each other. You wonder if you should just introduce Jason to your parents officially at grad. You find that you don't have much of a choice when you spot Dick with your parents. You have no idea how he did it.

"Little wing!"

Jason groans at the nickname. "Hey, Dick."

"You're done!" Dick puts Jason into a headlock, and you take the flowers from your parents.

"Congrats." They smile at you.

You smile back. "Thank you. Ah, uh, this is Jason."

"We've met." Your mom smiles at Jason and he stands up, sighing.

"Dick, don't be rude."

"No, like," You pause, grimacing. Jason takes your hand, rubbing soothing circles, speaking up instead.

"We're dating."

"Oh." Your mom blinks, eyes wide.

"How long?" Your dad cuts in.

Jason looks at you as you swallow, squeezing his hand. "Since the first day of senior year."

Your dad is about to speak up when Dick spots Bruce and the rest of his siblings, waving for them at the spot. Your mom squeezes your arm, almost as if to tell you that you would talk later about it. Jason pulls you off to meet the rest of his family, Cass placing a lei around your neck, congratulating you for graduating. You smile at her thanking Bruce as he hands you a card. You don't want to think about what's inside of it. You slip that into the gift bag Tim hands you, thanking his family for the gifts, only to get pulled to the side by your other friends' families, more photos taken and leis thrown around your neck. You catch Jason end up pulled to the side by his friends, and you somehow end up in the mix.

By the end of the night, you're thoroughly spent, slouching in the back of your parents' car, exhaustion all over your face.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Your mother's voice is quiet.

"Didn't think you'd approve."

"Then why date him?" Your dad speaks up this time, voice hard. "If you knew we didn't want you dating that Wayne kid, why did you—"

"Cuz I like him." You sigh. "Love him a lot. Love him like the two of you love each other."

"You can't guarantee that. You're only in high school." Your mother reasons. "I'm sure there are—"

"Don't want another." You mumble, curling into the gift bag Tim handed you. "I know he's the one."

The car stops at the red light, and you glance to look at your dad's expression.

"Since when?"

"I told you, start of the school year—"

"No. When did you decide it was alright to keep secrets?" He raises his voice, and you wince.

"Honey, she's young, she'll—"

You blink, exhaustion in your body making it impossible for you to argue back with him, the arguing would have been futile anyway. You wonder if Jason is enjoying his graduation party. Maybe he's getting the night off from patrol since it was graduation. Maybe you'll text him later when you get home. You probably won't. You're too tired for it. Your dad's yelling is tuned out automatically, your body on autopilot when you bring everything to your room and drop it to the ground. You really hope Tim didn't bring you something that would break easily. You'll look tomorrow.

The knock at your window after you shower makes you pause.

"What are you doing here?"

"Wanna go grapple?" Jason smiles.

"My hair is wet. I don't wanna catch a cold."

"Put it in the helmet. It's waterproof." He pops it off his head, locking it around your neck. You glance at his domino mask.

"Do I need shoes?"

"I'll carry you the whole time." He hums. "Lock your door."

"Already did." You adjust the helmet on your head, wrapping your arms around his neck as he warps an arm around your waist. You hear the sound of the hook launch, and you stare through his helmet as he swings you into the air, the city of Gotham beneath you, warm wind of summer blowing against you, the cityscape rendering you breathless. The sound of screams and cars cancel each other out as Jason lands on a roof, adjusting his hold on you so you'd be more comfortable.

"So?" He raises a brow at you.

"It's gorgeous." You grin, turning to look at him. "Do you see this every night?"

"Only when I grapple. Usually I don't get to see because I'm grappling to catch a criminal."

"I love it." You hum.

"Want a batburger?"

"Fuck yeah."

The two of you swing down to the place as Jason puts you down in a booth to order. You fold your legs up, grinning at Jason as he hands you an ice cream.

"How'd you know I didn't want a burger?" You raise a brow.

"Too late for burgers." He hums. "You said you only liked ice cream after two."

"Thank you." You beam, watching Jason stare at you. "Something happen?"

"Your dad looked like he was going to hit you." Jason mumbles. "Did he hit you later?"

"No. He just got mad I kept it from him..." You pause. "And that I'm dating you. They think you're going to break up with me."

"Hope they have fun at the wedding, then." Jason hums. "You're alright?"

"I tuned them out on the car ride home." You smile.

"Alright. Dick was worried too. He said your dad looked like he was going to burst a blood vessel when I pulled you to my family." Jason hums. "Should I have dinner with them sometime?"

"No. They aren't going with me to move for college, so it doesn't matter." You mumble.

"You need help packing? I can send Cass."

"It's fine." You tap his hand. "I promise."

"Are you cutting ties with them?"

Your breath catches in your throat. "I... don't know."

"If you do, Bruce says he'd be more than willing to fund your education." Jason whispers.

"Woah, I'm already part of your family?" You gasp.

"Yeah." He nods. "So if you cut ties with your family, you have mine."

"I'll be fine." You mumble, staring at his hand. "I promise."

Your parents don't catch you. As mad as they could get, they didn't really care about what you did in your free time. Not even when you snuck out. You don't know why they're so mad about the whole dating situation, but given Bruce and Dick's public images, you aren't surprised they'd think Jason would do the same — even given the fact that you had been friends with him since you started high school.

When you get ready for work the next day, you barely notice the way your parents are sitting on the couch like you owe them a conversation.

"Young lady, where are you going?"

"Work." You turn to look at them.

"Or on a date?"

"This is what I wear to work." You repeat yourself.

Your dad raises a brow at you but doesn't speak further when you leave.

You're really contemplating running away from home. You don't have an actual reason to, so you stay home for the most part, ignoring the knocks on your door and hopping out your window when you wanted to go somewhere. Jason resorts to calling you when he isn't jumping in your window to talk with you for a bit. You can do with the distance, but it isn't ideal. The exhaustion from your lack of mobility is catching up to you.

"What do you think could change their minds?"

You frown, finishing first in Mario Kart. "Nothing."

"Not even a dinner?"

You frown. "They don't like the rich."

"They know I'm adopted, right?"

"They won't like that you're an orphan either."

"They're picky."

"Really picky." You grumble. "Last time I brought a boy home, they scared him off."

"They won't be able to scare me off, you know?"

"Yeah." You pause. "Maybe you should eat with them sometime."

"Dinner?"

You frown. "They're hosting a barbecue next week. I'll invite you."

"You're going to force me into the guest list?"

"It's better with more people." You mumble. "The fact that you were wearing a valedictorian gown might also help."

"When is it?"

"Next Saturday at 5pm." You mumble. "You know how to barbecue?"

"Would it surprise you if I say yes?"

"Yeah." You hum. "You know any of my friends' families?"

"Two. Good terms too."

"Alright. Don't be late."

"Should I bring meat?"

You seriously contemplate asking him if he wants to bring Wagyu, but you decide against it. "Bring beer."

"Ey, we can't drink yet."

"I'll rush to help you. My dad's probably going to get me to buy beer anyway."

"The expensive kind?"

"I'll send you a couple of brands." You pause. "Invite Dick too."

"To charm your mom?"

"Yeah." You grin. "To charm my mom and her friends."

You know your parents better than Jason realizes. When you help him bring the beer into your house, your father's expression softens, asking Jason if he wanted a bottle. Jason turns it down, mentioning that he still has to drive home later, also that he wasn't technically at the legal drinking age — not that it stopped people. You let out a breath you were holding when your dad pats him on the back and walked off to talk to the other people.

"So?"

"Went well." You mumble. "How good are you at barbecuing?"

"I'm on barbecue duty when we do it at our place."

"You're practically a barbecue dad." You gasp. "Woah."

"Yeah?"

"You have the build too. You're only missing a hawaiian shirt now." You pat his back. "You can go figure out how to help at the grill, I have to go check on my mom."

"Hope Dick hasn't stolen her from your dad."

"I sure hope not." You wince.

It ends well, the barbecue. You don't get yelled at for inviting Jason, and your mother tells you all about how Dick was such a charmer, a real ladies' guy. Your dad doesn't mention it, but from the way he kept eating, you can guess he liked Jason's grill skills. You should text him about it. Maybe you'd go for their summer barbecues sometime. You don't know.

Your dad pulls you to the side the next day.

"I'm sorry for lashing out." He pauses. "I was. It's stressful, knowing you're dating the second son of a family of players."

"I get it." You swallow. Not really. Your goal is just to make sure he likes Jason now.

"He's... he's good for you." Your dad smiles at you weakly.

You wonder if he's only saying this because Jason wouldn't leave your side earlier. Or maybe it was because your mother had told him that Jason looks at you like you're his whole world. You don't know why. But you suppose his acceptance is enough. At least you're allowed outside of the house now. You tighten the straps of your swimwear around your neck before leaving the house.

"He was good with you leaving?" Jason hands you a helmet for the bike.

"Yeah. Trusts you." You mumble. "Think Dick did a lot of work. Did you thank him?"

"Yeah." Jason hums. "Hope you're not tired of barbecue."

"Am I going to yours for it?"

"You can taste Alfred's cooking, and you can get a little more of mine." He hums. "Arms around the waist, babe."

"I'm excited." You mumble, lips quirking up as you wrap your arms around his waist. "Ooh, rock hard."

"I'm going to leave you here."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Love you too much for it."

The Wayne Manor is a mansion. Well, that much has been established, you suppose. You are, however, surprised to see a giant ass backyard with a huge ass pool. You've never been to the backyard, now that you think of it. Jason's never taken you.

"Did you bring swimwear?"

"Under the clothes," You pull your shirt over your head, ditching the shorts. "Tadaa!"

Jason laughs. "Put the shirt back on. Your tits are for me to see only, babe."

You frown. "Why not your shirt?"

Jason pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it at you. "That good enough?"

"Sure." You pull your arms through, placing your stuff to the side, jumping into the water to join his siblings.

You like the manor. Despite the constant bickering, the place felt warm, and that wasn't something you got often. The house is warm. It's warm as the Gotham sun burns into your back when you sit in the water by the ledge, head resting in your arms, it's warm when the charcoal in the grill burns, and it's warm when Cass pulls you out of the water to dry off before dinner. You could smell the food from where you were in the pool — you might just move here for the food.

Jason fills your plate for you, grabbing a little bit of everything, cutting your steak for you in advance as his family watches in awe.

"Little wing is capable of this?!"

"Steph, you owe me twenty."

"Bruce, you owe me 20k." Cass pokes at their dad as he stares at Jason.

"They bet on you?"

"Heard I got a girlfriend a while ago, and suddenly they started fighting each other over what kind of a boyfriend I would be." He switches plates with you, shrimp peeled and steak cut. "Oyster's clean, by the way."

"I'm gonna marry you."

"We've established this, I know."

You shrug, stabbing the shrimp. "Just reminding you."

"Don't beat me to the proposal, by the way." He points his knife at you.

"Master Jason." Alfred clears his throat, and Jason puts his knife down.

"Sorry, Alfred."

You hold a shrimp to his lips. "C'mon. As a thank you."

"Oh, at least you care." He bites down, chewing. "Don't beat me."

"I hope you get me a red diamond just to empty your pockets." You mumble.

"You want a ring with a gem worth a million dollars?"

"Yeah." You grin, holding a piece of steak to his lips. "You don't wanna give it to me?"

"I'll steal it."

"Oh, how romantic." You quiet down as you start eating the steak.

"You really want a red diamond?"

You glance at him, lips pulled into the fakest smile you can manage. "Yeah."

"Want it before you leave?" Jason raises a brow, the skin on his own shrimp finally peeled.

"You telling me you're gonna propose to me right out of high school? That's a recipe for disaster."

"Babe, we've been a disaster." He hums. "From you not telling your parents to me sneaking you to Switzerland to skip school, we have not been normal at all."

"Don't forget about New York."

"When is that again?"

You pretend to be offended. "I'm breaking up with you."

"I don't know what just happened, but I'm on her side." Dick cuts in.

"Me too."

"Me three."

"Guys." Jason groans.

"It's fine. We never set a date. How about in two weeks?" You hum.

"Yeah." He mumbles. "Wanna leave in the morning?"

"Sure. There's less cars then, huh?"

"We can stay at Bruce's penthouse."

"Does he have a house everywhere? New trivia game, where does Bruce Wayne NOT have a house?" You mumble.

"I don't have a place in Finland." Bruce calls from the end of the table.

You hold a hand over your mouth. "You got a place in Dubai?"

"A whole building."

"Woah..." You mumble. "How 'bout China?"

"Got a penthouse."

You blink in surprise. "Singapore?"

"Own a mansion there."

"You're not even a crazy rich asian." You mumble. "That should be a trivia game."

"For family game night?" Jason raises a brow at you, plate now empty.

"Yeah." You switch plates with him. "Which place does Bruce Wayne not own property."

"You're full?"

"Mhm." You nod. "You can have the rest."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." You mumble.

Jason's driving does not scare you. You feel like it should, considering he drives pretty rough, but it does not scare you. If anything, you're worried about getting ticketed. Well, not like he was driving past the speed limit. At least you have the aux.

"How'd you convince your parents to let you go?"

"Told em it was a girls' trip." You yawn. "Lied straight through my teeth."

"You're awful."

"You're the influence."

"Makes both of us awful I guess." Jason hums. "We're staying at a hotel instead of Bruce's."

"Why's that?"

"Wanna have you without his security cameras."

You laugh. "Your horny little teenage brain."

"Both of us."

"Nuh-uh," You shake your head. "I don't think about jumping you. I think about biting you nonsexually."

"Yeah?"

You go quiet. "And marking you up. No visible marks this time." You deadpan. "New York is a hot mess and I still need to try clothes on."

"You gonna go shopping on fifth avenue?"

"Will you let me?"

"Go blow my money."

"Then I won't go easy."

Jason leans on the wall as you show him different clothes, doing a little spin for him when he asked. You try a bunch of stuff on only to buy three articles of clothing. You still feel bad for spending his money. Besides, he was paying for the hotel. You really wonder if you should buy him coffee as a thank you or something. Though, as Jason rips the tag directly off one of the dresses you try on, the thought disappears.

"We'll take this one." He hands the tag to the cashier. "Keep it on. You look good."

"Thank you." You grin, taking the bags from Jason as he pulls out his card. You blink as he swipes it without thinking. You wonder if you'd get to live a life like that.

"Thinking?" He takes the bags from your hand again, card in his wallet.

"I wanna be a rich kid..." You mumble. "I'd love to be rich."

"You have me."

"Yeah, but it's still different from being rich yourself." You hum. "Let's head back for the day."

"Tired?"

You frown. "I don't want you swiping your card any more."

"Why not?" He moves his bags onto one hand, lacing his fingers with yours. "It's for you. Bruce is fine with it."

"Yeah, but." Your face drops. "too much."

"Alright. But this much," Jason holds the bags up. "That isn't really considered much if you consider—"

"I'm not one of them, Jay." You squeeze his hand. "I'm fine with what you've got me already. Wanna go to the ice cream museum tomorrow?"

"Sure." He smiles. "Make the reservations."

"Got it." You grin.

Because no matter how willing Jason is when it comes to swiping his card for you, he still respects your words. Even when you're telling him it's too much, he knows when you truly draw the line, in the way your eyes harden and your voice drops. Jason would spill his entire fortune for you, anything for you, just for your happiness. That was all that mattered to him — the little sparkle in your eye when you were happy, the small upward tug of your lips when you were content, the way your body relaxed when you were truly at peace. You. As long as you were happy, he was happy. Hand on your cheek and lips pressed to yours, he was happy.

"You gonna miss me in college?" He squeezes your cheek as you stare at the NYU banner.

"Definitely." You hum. "You should go here."

"Why's that?"

"It's where all the rich kids go." You grin.

"Daddy's money could get me into your school too." He smiles, leaning down to press his forehead to yours teasingly.

"Then why not use it?"

"Cause Bruce actually values honesty." He pulls away, glancing at the banner.

"And you?" You tilt your head.

"I don't care." He grins. "Want me to get in with Daddy's money?"

"Want you to join me next year with just your grades."

"Want me to leave the city behind for you?"

"Yeah."

"Just to join you?"

"Yeah."

"One year, babe."

"Bet."

You take a photo with him at your school when you move, scribbling 1 year in pencil on the picture.

A year later, Jason's your dormmate, a new photo pinned on the mini bulletin board in the room.

Jason presses his lips to your forehead as you shift in the morning sun, smile on his lips as he greets you. You mumble a greeting back, falling asleep again. His lips pull into a gentle smile, closing his own eyes. His breathing syncs with yours, hearts beating together, the rays of the morning sun warming his skin as he shields you from the light. You never liked waking up because the curtains were too sheer.

For him, even getting you a star in the sky seemed like a menial task.

After all, if you were happy, so was he.

And as he feels your body relax into the mattress, he's sure you'd say the same for him.

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Joel miller x f!reader

Ur too young for me

Summary: it's your mom's birthday party and her boyfriend Tommy is of course invited, but none of you were expecting he'd bring his brother too, which you had no idea he even have one.

Warnings: 18+, rough but soft, unprotected sex ( p i v ), age gap, drinking alcohol, teasing, sexual allusions, fingering, flirt, dom & sub

A/N: Hi! Sorry I wasn't active these days…trust me I have load of ideas and concepts, but I have no time :/ also sorry for the mistakes, of there are any, english isn't my first language! Enjoy, sedning love <3

You stood in the corner of the kitchen, far away from all those 40-50 year old people, who were talking so loudly that if you wanted to, you could hear every detail of their conversation. But you didn't care about that, you didn't care about any of that, and the only reason you're here is your mom. She does enough for you, so you want to at least pay her back and attend this boring senior party where absolutely nothing happens. The only good thing here is alcohol.

Since there are enough people here that mom won't see you drinking Gin or Vodka through them, you take the opportunity to get drunk to the point of unconsciousness so you don't have to spend any more time here. However, when you wanted to pour another glass of Vodka into the red plastic cup, you felt a woman's grip on your forearm. Before you could turn around to see who it was, you were led to the front door.

Of course, it didn't take you long to realize that your mom was dragging you to the door. "So, straighten up and be nice" your mom ordered as she smoothed the dress over her stomach and reached for the handle. You just rolled your eyes and looked at the door in disgust until Tommy appeared in it. A really forced smile appeared on your face by the second and you tried not to be mean like your mom told you to.

Tommy is a nice guy, you gotta admit, but you don't even know why you "don't like" him. Like it was some kind of natural instinct because none of the guys mom found after dad died were smart or nice. They all acted like whores and wanted only one thing from mom. Maybe your hatred is also from trust issues, but you haven't had much time to think about it now. Your mission to get drunk must succeed, so you did everything to make it happen. “Hi Tommy” you greeted him and wanted to offer your hand for a shake but he forcefully ignored her and pulled you to his chest as he wrapped you in a hug. At first you thought how gross it would be, but it felt pretty good. When he finally let you go, he hugged your mom too and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. Your mom was as red as a tomato and her happy smile just couldn't be shaken off. You were glad that she was happy after such a long time.

"I hope you don't mind that I brought my brother too" this sentence that came out of Tommy's mouth caught us both by surprise. We stared wide eyed at Tommy until we heard footsteps coming down the hall towards our door. "You have a brother?" Mom asked in shock and Tommy nodded. Then he said something to her, but I stopped noticing everything that was happening around me as soon as I saw a muscular, mature and slightly older man standing in the doorway. He was tall, with a light gray beard and hair so silky you fought the urge to run your fingers through it. Wearing a green plaid shirt with a gray belt around the waist and slightly flared jeans. You wouldn't say that such a sexy and attractive man is Tommy's brother. Now the fun begins.

All of a sudden, everyone fell quiet and there was an awkward grave silence as everyone but one stared at the man standing in the doorway with a serious face that exuded genuine respect. Seeing this man on the street, you wouldn't want to mess with him. The silence became too long and deep, so our birthday girl decided to break it. "You must be Joel, is that right?" mom asked sweetly, suffocating me a bit to get a better view of him. I couldn't believe it. Tommy was literally standing next to her and she was even redder than before paying attention to this man. On the other hand, you should not be surprised. You don't see such a handsome man very often.

“That's right" Joel spoke and his voice was even more beautiful than you imagined. A deep husky voice, to hear it so grainy in the morning, oh my god. He accepted your mother's offering hand for a shake, giving you a better view of his soaked and muscular whips. He must work out at least 3 times a day.

You couldn't take your eyes off him. You looked at every detail of him, his sharp beard, the beautiful brown eyes that looked so sweet, but they were formed strictly. On his muscles and you imagined how his body must look under all those clothes. It must certainly look like it was created by god himself. When your mom finally pulled away and finished chatting with Joel, she made room and now you could see the handsome guy face to face. You started to get nervous. What's going on?

You were never nervous with any boy before, whether you liked him or not. This is weird. Everything is strange and especially your feelings that you can't describe right now. "And you are?" a manly deep voice interrupted your thoughts and you regained your composure a bit. You made eye contact with him and that was your bottom. You could feel your knees buckle and your legs shake. The heat was boiling inside you and your heart was beating at least 4 times faster, as if you were charged with some energy. "Y/N" stuttered a little but you finally answered, and accepted his massive hand that he was offering you. His grip was strong, he surrounded your entire palm with his, fingers thin and long enough, god you had to move away from him or you wouldn't be able to hold on and it would end badly. "Nice to meet you" he added but no smile appeared on his face. You didn't know how it was possible, but the fact that he wasn't smiling at all added 100+ points to his attractiveness.

“Nice to meet you too” you squealed so quietly, that you couldn't even hear yourself, but Joel heard you very well because you could see his corners lifting slightly up, when you spoke. "Well…how about we all introduce ourselves hm?" Tommy jumped into your eye contact and broke it. You, Joel, you mom including the other people, were looking at Tommy, but you knew very well that everyone was interested in Joel. You were jealous a little, but at least you could do anything and everyone's attention was on the massive man, not on you.

You decided to take advantage of this and carefully sneaked into the kitchen with maximum stealth, where you picked up two bottles, each a different type of alcohol, and locked yourself in the room, as you sneak there the same way you sneak into the kitchen. Everything went so smoothly you couldn't believe it. Everyone was really only looking at Joel, both women and men, including your mom. She looked at him suspiciously peacefully, but at the end of the day you decided not to deal with it and to fulfill the mission you ordered from the beginning of the party. Get drunk.

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After a few minutes and a few sips of Vodka, the bottle was already half empty and you felt a slight dizziness, but still nothing terrible. You stared at the wall and all you could think about was Joel. You tricked your thinking into drunkenness, even though you knew full well that thinking about Joel Vodka really wasn't to blame.

As you were about to take another sip from the bottle, you suddenly heard dangerous footsteps approaching your room. You immediately took the bottle out of your mouth, even doused yourself a little and hid it and the other one under the bed while you cleaned yourself up and checked your breath for the smell of alcohol. Suddenly the door opened aggressively and to your surprise Joel was standing there. He looked quite stressed and as soon as he entered your room without permission he slammed the door behind him and leaned against it. He rubbed his face with his large palm and exhaled until he saw you sitting on the edge of the bed. He was so startled that he jumped slightly on the spot and had to grab his heart. "Oh my God" he breathed out and you tried as hard as you could to fight the urge to immediately imagine his light outpouring in some deviant scene in your head.

“Sorry, didn't know you're here” Joel apologize but entered in the room anyways so, it's too late to apologize. “It's okay” you assured him, but you didn't ask the crucial question that was running through your head. Why is he even here? Shouldn't he enjoy partying with people of his own age and equal? Shouldn't he be enjoying the fame and being the center of attention? Probably not his cup of coffee. He looked pretty tired and beat up, like he'd just been hit in the head with 40 footballs.

He laid down on your bed without any warning or question, automatically covering his closed eyes with his hand. You bounced a little on the bed when he jumped there. You watched him and looked at him like a he was some treasure. “Those people are wild” he complained and when he finally spoke in a normal tone, your body calmed down a bit. You laughed at his good point and pulled the bottles from behind the bed. You wanted to drink one of the bottles but the familiar voice stopped you. "Aren't you too young to drink this?" you slowly turned over your shoulder only to see Joel, even hotter and more attractive than five seconds ago. One hand was tucked behind his head, the other rested on his chest, and his beautiful brown eyes were only fixed on you. "You're not my dad" you snapped at him and drank anyway. You have no idea where you got the courage. It sure does the drinking.

"Fine, but I won't hold your hair when you gonna throw up in the toilet" he got comfortable and finally closed his eyes after he said that. His words took you a bit by surprise and left your head spinning, but you ignored it anyway. "What are you doing?" you asked him curiously and slightly offended as your pupils widened. "Taking quick nap" again, that deep husky voice that made you cross your legs and ignore the throbbing down there. "And who let you lie here?" you asked him in a sussy voice, but immediately ducked your tail as Joel mopped the floor with you. "Who let you drink alcohol?" Shit, he's good. You decided not to answer and drink again.

You looked at him. You watched his nostrils expand every time he breathed air out, you watched his chest rise slowly and calmly, it was so calming to watch him that you got tired too. Your bed isn't very big so there wasn't much room left for you with Joel taking up most of the space, but she decided to rub herself in and lay next to him. He turn to side so now he wasn't laying on his back, but on his side. His face was right in front of your back, but you decided to not really care, or at least, try to not care.

But you couldn't lay down without touching Joel at all, and right now you were touching a really sensitive spot. You could feel your ass in that tight red dress touching Joel's pelvis. A normal person would have moved forward a bit or just ignored it, but the alcohol in your brain was starting to take over and so were your wild thoughts, so you decided to do something that could get you into trouble. You lay with your back to Joel, unable to see his face just imagining it. You slowly started moving your hips from side to side, provoking Joel. You waited for his reaction but nothing so far, just his sleep breathing purring into your neck, but no reaction at all. So, you didn't stop and keep going, maybe add a little more power.

Suddenly you heard an annoyed deep exhalation and at that exact moment you felt Joel's hand on your tiny neck. He had her propped up under your head, so you were practically lying on his arm. You gasped a bit from the surprise, because you weren't ready and expecting this to happen at all. You though that he may be telling you to fuck off or something, but definitely not this. His huge palm was covered all over your neck, his grip strength was small, but he would only need to add a little more strength and you would be suffocated in no time. You played a dangerous game but you loved it. "What do you think you're doing?" he barked at me quietly, his half-sleeping voice were sending chills down your spine and a flame of fire to your feminine parts. You felt your nipples harden and goosebumps appeared all over your body. "Getting myself comfortable" you said innocently, trying not to let your plan be known, to make Joel hard by teasing him with ur ass. You were so horny in your life right now, you never been like this before.

“Do that again and you'll regret it" he hissed making it clear that he was pretty pissed off but what did you take from that? That a dangerous game was starting to turn and you decided to provoke Joel even more and put yourself in more danger. Of course you were frozen when he said this and you waited a moment until you heard that cute purr on your neck again and his grip softened. You then started slowly moving your ass again, but this time, in a different direction. You weren't afraid to challenge him at all and moved your hips back and forth, hitting Joel's lap hard. You could feel the slowly growing bulge in his jeans, but it didn't last long as Joel huffed aggressively and woke up again, now even angrier than before.

Not only did he tighten his grip around your neck, but his other hand literally pressed down on your hip with si much preassure. He was holding your body so hard you thought he was going to break your bones. Your breathing quickened but it wasn't that you were afraid. The reason for your rapid heartbeat, pulsing and breathing was all too clear, you were so turned on. You could feel the wettness in your panties, dripping off to your inner thight and landing on the mattress. And it get so much worse.

"Didn't you hear me the first time you little brat?" he growled into your ear and squeezed your hip even more, making you curl your toes and stretch them out. So much pressure, so much tension, so much horniness and lust that you screamed ‘I want to have sex’ without even turning your face to Joel. You ignored his question, which may have been a mistake. "This is wrong you realize that?" he was asking you questions in anger and frustration, but you felt as if you were speechless and unable to verbally respond to them in any way, but that didn't matter because Joel could clearly read what was on your mind from your body movement.

"We're going to be in trouble…" he breathed out, his voice a little calm but grainy and so deep it was as if the bear himself was speaking to you. You felt his hand on your hip as it slowly traveled lower on your lower abdomen but it didn't stop there for long as it then traveled to your thigh where Joel then left his palm print as he squeezed it hard. That imprint will be there for a long time. You squealed softly, full of temptation and your body as hot as concrete in the summer. Joel felt very good about you and knew what to do. He always knows what to do.

"Tell me, has anyone touched you like this before?" another question, which was already much more pleasant when Joel was rubbing your thigh, his palm moving up and down and slightly returning the provocation when he sometimes went lower, where your thighs met and where you needed his hand the most . But he never stayed there very long, which frustrated you even more than being at your mom's party with old people. “Answer my question”

His grip on both your neck and your thigh twitched and gained strength as you remained silent and tried to enjoy this. You shook your head in disapproval but it wasn't enough for Joel. "Words" the grip even tighter and you felt that you were starting to feel your neck slightly. "No" you finally answered, all shaky but as soon as you said it, Joel's grip on your neck took away that strength, but on your thigh it was the oppostite and be just added more. "Good girl...where did the courage to speak go, huh?" this was a sarcastic question and you both understood that you weren't supposed to answer it.

After a bit of teasing, Joel decided to start doing something more, maybe it's because of his hard dick, which twitches every time you move or make any sound. "Will you be a good girl and be quiet?" he asked as he forced his hand he fell between your legs and caressed your inner thigh, where he sometimes 'accidentally' flicked his finger against your wet panties. He let out a small giggle when he felt how wet you already were, but decided to save his comment until after your answer. "Y-yes" you stuttered, all hot and eager as you moved your hips to feel Joel's fingertips just a little bit where your flame was heating the most. "So wet and we haven't even started..." he sighed as he finally touched his fingers to your panties and began to slowly and gently rub.

You let out a cute quiet sight, but you try really hard not to be loud, as Joel told you. "Good girl...you wanna feel my fingers inside you, don't ya?" what the fuck is happening. Are you fell asleep and this is a dream or are you that drunk that you are imagining things...or is this really happening? Is the most hot and attractive man in this house and in your whole life rubbing you through your panties and saying dirty stuff in your ear? What kind of porn-story is that!?

“Please~” you moaned, head turning so you could scream into the pillow and not be hearen, but Joel didn't fucking let you. He likes how you you begged and pleaded but he wasn't going to let you trick him into not controlling your squeals and whimpers, so he lifted his shoulder that you were laying on and rolled your head back to the original position it was in before. “No cheating, or you won't get what you're asking for” god his voice only added to your wetness and body temperature, you were as hot as a falling meteorite. This was the worst torture what could you have experienced but you deserved it. You shouldn't have provoked Joel with your ass and none of this would happened, but do you regret it? Absolutely not. This is so much better than be drunk, which you practically were.

“Do you want it?” He asked you as his body get closer to yours, that you could feel his muscular chest hiding in the clothes and his popping bulge wanting really hard to get out of there. His hot breath was know on your back of your neck, and you couldn't move. You were locked in Joel's touch and there was nothing to do than listen to him and do what he told you to do, so you could finally get what you fucking need. “Yes” you answered, this time full of confidence which Joel likes but not as much as he heard you begging.

“Beg for it” he said as he put much preassure on his two fingers rubbing against your wet panties that were probably soaking inside. Your clitoris was plumbing as much as your hole, fuck this man. "Please" you moan once again, trying really hard to give him his ego and the dominance he lost for a moment but regained immediately. You could feel his annoying grin ear to ear as he heard you. “See how easy it is” he stopped rubbing your vagina over the soft material which made you freeze a bit and you let us out with what you had at least for a little while and now you lost it but you didn't wait too long as Joel took off your panties in one jerking motion until they came down to your ankles and you shook them to the ground. "Let me feel how wet you really are" and before he finished this sentence, you could feel his bare fingers, rubbing your labia back and forth. Finally. The exhalation from the feeling that you have finally passed to the next stage kicked you so much that you forgot your promise and let out a slight loud sight. Joel immediately covered your mouth with the hand that was originally on your neck. "Shhh...we have a deal honey, don't break it" your eyes rolled back as he started to looking for your clit by his one finger and find it immidietly, then started doing small circles around there, making you go crazy and scream into his hand so fucking loud.

“God…you have no idea what're you doing to me” he whimpered into your ear and you could tell from his voice and shaking that he was in such tension and he couldn't last very long without interacting with him and his needs. You wanted to help him, but he wouldn't let you. You couldn't even turn or look at him, just trying to lie in a still position and not make a sound, which was quite hard task for you, especially when Joel added strength to your clit and started rubbing it hard and fast. You automatically pressed your thighs together, squeezing Joel's hand as well. You felt so close, but there was still something missing, which Joel filled in after a short time.

He stopped teasing your clit, but instead stuck two fingers straight into you. As soon as you let out a loud controlled sigh and your eyes squeezed tightly, Joel started curling his fingers inside you, slowly but with passion. His fingers were big, string and long, so when he goes deeper, he hits your g-spot really fast. You started shaking, eyes with tears when you couldn't move and could only scream Joel's name into his own hand, that were still covering your mouth. "You're close, aren't you?" he teased you a bit, but you nodded your head roughly and moved your legs when you really felt the climax coming. Joel makes it even worse, when he uses his thumb rubbing your clit too. It was totally over for you.

The tension were so close and you were tense and hard, but suddenly Joel pulled his fingers out of you. You opened your eyes in confusion and furrowed your brows as you angrily turned to face Joel and were on your back on the bed. Although you were upset that he didn't finish you off, the sight of him licking his fingers and muttering happily while doing so made you forget about it right away. "Did you think it would be that easy?" he asked provocatively and before you could react Joel was on top of you. One hand resting on the bed as a helper to keep him from falling, the other hand on your hot red face, softly rubbing it with his thumb. You liked this angle better.

Joel didn't leave you in the pleasure for long though, breaking your eye contact with him as he forced his lips to yours. You felt his hard erect cock, pushing in his pants and rubbing against your inner thighs, very close to your core. The passionate and ardent kiss turned into an intense kiss that clearly indicated that it would go to the next level soon. Joel's hand on your face very quickly moved to your neck where it stayed long enough until Joel couldn't take it and used it to pull off his pants freeing his partner. All this time, you were glued to each other not only with your bodies, but also with your lips. Your saliva was mixing and you were trying to inhale as much oxygen as you could because you couldn't tear yourself away from Joel.

The atmosphere was starting to thicken and your bodies were starting to heat up, forcing you to roughly unbutton Joel's shirt, finally exposing his godlike body. Joel didn't let himself be talked down to and decided to cooperate as he slid his arm under you and lifted you up a bit pulling you closer, your lips still on his. Joel was unzipping your dress while you were unbuttoning his shirt and when all the buttons were done, you tore the fabric off of Joel like a wild animal, and immediately broke the kiss to look at the miracle, you wanted to see since the moment you met Joel for the first time, a few hours ago.

Those toned muscles, those muscular abs, and that unshaven hairy chest that clearly indicated what an alpha male Joel was. It looked even better than you imagined. You couldn't hold it for much longer, knowing that every second you were getting closer to what you so desperately needed, so without any warning, you stuck your tongue in Joel's mouth again and gently ran your hands over his massive body. You swear you felt an egotistical smirk from Joel, but chose to ignore it.

You weren't the only one who wanted to see the other naked. Joel was so curious about you, so excited and mostly so horny that he literally ripped your red dress off you. You immediately pulled away from his lips and shot a ‘are you serious?’ look. "Are you fucking kidding me?! They were expensive!" you raised your voice after him, but Joel could care less right now. He was so amazed by your body, that he ignored the fact that you literally yelled at him. If you weren't almost naked, you would be in so much trouble. "You look much better without them" he said in his husky-bear voice again.

There was only one thing standing in his way now, apart from your angry face, and that was your black bra, which Joel passionately lunged for and in one graceful movement, with no effort in, unhooked your bra and gently threw it to the floor. It was a strange feeling to see Joel not knowing where to look first. He loved your body, if he could he would have hearts instead of pupils. He didn't know where to look first. He wanted so badly to squish your body and leave huge purple and painful hickeys everywhere, but he decided to save that for another time. He couldn't resist, and after a few minutes of just watching and admiring your naked body, he had to go, and he wasn't afraid to take a challenge.

He cup one of your tits, he slowly squeezed, and your natural reaction was to throw your head back and sink your teeth so deep into your bottom lip that you could feel the blood coming out after a while. "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen" you melted at his words. You felt his cock twitch almost every two seconds, and all the blood from his body was just there. He was so close you could feel his head and a little wetness on it as the pre-cum started to form. He was just as horny as you, he wanted it just as much as you, but the only difference was, that he was so fucking patient.

In a snap, his mouth was on your neck, sucking and leaving red fresh marks on your sensitive neck. You weren't thinking about anything but Joel's tongue, hand placement and his definitely huge dick, you want to feel inside you so badly. Just make things worse, he started to teasing you. His head of his cock was really slowly started brushibg against your labia, and you thought you gonna cum already. He is fucking asshole.

He wanted it as much as you did, to push his member inside you and fuck you so good, but he loved the feeling of you being helpless and able to plead for Joel, which is exactly what you did. He had you wrapped around his finger, manipulated you didn't even realize what Joel was doing to you. All you focused on was sex. “Please~” you sighed, throwing your head back and pulling Joel's hair slightly, as the feeling of his teeth on your shoulders and the top of his member softly rubbing you, and start teasing your clitoris too. Joel loves your fingers inside his hair, your moans and sights, but he wanted more. His head with his lips went lower on your body, stopped when he met one of your tits, and start slowly sucking and licking your nipple. You never were on this kind of ‘stuf’, like breast playing, but gosh it felt so fucking good! He also included his other hand in the game, which he used to roll your other nipple and his elbow was resting on the bed so he wouldn't lose his balance. On top of all that, as if it wasn't enough, he added power of provoking your pussy and not only started to speed up, but also started getting inside a little bit.

“Fuck~” you moaned, thugging Joel's slightly gray hair more and arched your back, when you started feeling your legs shaking and your underbelly hurting from how hot it was. Joel wasn't stopping with playing not only with your breast but even with your vagina, having you under his control. “Tell me, how much you want it?” he asked you as his hips still moves around you and played with you like with some toy, but you were so desperate and helpless for him, that you would do anything to get what you want. “Badly” you sighed and lick your lips as Joel started giving sweet kisses on your nipple and softened. “How badly?” you wanted to punch him so much. “So badly I~…I'd do anything” he loved seeing you in that state.

When he first saw you in that door, he never could have imagined it would turn out like this but he liked it maybe more than he should have. But Joel wanted to hear you begging, begging for his cock, begging to be fucked by Joel Miller. "Anything huh? What do you offer…" his mischievous grin widened as he stopped whatever he was doing giving you a chance to breathe in oxygen and reply in a notmal tone without sighing or moaning. Of course you took advantage of that and straightened your body so you could look into his eyes. You completely forgot about the question, how fired up you were, and the whole situation as you lost yourself in Joel's eyes. 'All eyes are the same' they say, but he showed you that's not true. You can read so many things in them and stare at them for hours as you melt into Joel's hands massaging your hips. "Hm? Did you hear me?" he woke you up a bit from the day's vigil and you thought about your answer. "Anything you want...I'm all yours" this was exactly the answer Joel needed to hear. Not only did you allow him to do whatever he wanted with you, but you also admit you are only his. Joel is very possessive and your answer gave him even more ego than he already had, which seemed impossible. "What a needy girl...I'll do what you want so badly for the last minutes hun, but you need to beg" this is where the final game starts. Joel started rubbing the tip of his dick against your labia again, making you open your mouth out wide and squeeze really hard your eyes. “I am begging you Joel…please~” this was a lullaby to his ears. "What? Didn't hear, can you said that again?" fuck this man. "I. am. begging. you." you blurted out and when Joel realized you couldn't talk anymore, he decided to take pity on you.

He carefully leaned back and directed his cock to hit. You were starting to find it really weird that he wasn't saying anything and not really doing anything either out of nowhere, so you opened your eyes, but when you looked down, at that exact moment, Joel thrust his cock into you. Even though it was what you wanted so much, it extremely hurt.

You hissed in pain and dug your nails deep into Joel's back leaving gashes. It looked like he had been attacked by a wild beast, which actually wasn't that far from the truth. He did nothing for a while and let you get used to it and wait until you stopped destroying his huge back. "U're okay?" he asked nicely and placed one of his palms on your face when he saw tears coming from your eyes. You nodded roughly through gritted teeth, but Joel didn't believe you. You didn't look like you were 'good' or enjoying yourself like you were a few seconds ago.

“S’okay…we have as much time as we want” Joel's voice was suddenly soft and caring, that you wouldn't believe your ears. After a few seconds, when you didn't feel the pain as much, you nodded to give Joel's permission to continue. He understand your sign immediately and push more into you, he stretched you more and you felt so full. Pain started to surround you again, but Joel's hand on your hip and cheek made it better. Added to that were his lips on yours, sweet small kiss making you feel butterflies again. “God that's a lot” you sighed in laugh as you finally felt better and open your eyes.

But your laughing immediately stopped, when you saw Joel's face, which was not as happy as yours. You frowned at him and cocked your head to the side in confusion. "It's only halfway" he whispered and your eyes widened by at least 7 inches. HALF?! IS HE FUCKING KIDDING?! You already felt full and the thought of him having to push that much length into you one more time intoxicated you so much that you closed your eyes again and tried not to think about it.

"'Kay, do it" you said quickly and your whole body was in such tension. "Are you sure? We don't have to rush this-" "I am." you snapped at Joel and your brow furrowed and your teeth clenched as you felt him continue. It really hurt a lot, you couldn't imagine such pain even in your worst dreams, but when Joel was all the way in, you knew it would only get better. He waited again for a while as he kissed you passionately, trying to distract you, which was half working.

His kisses and the way he squeezed and touched your body sent chills down your spine and juice into your already big fire down there. After a bit of kissing and groping, Joel began moving his hips very gently, in a circular motion. This movement sent pain to the back of your head and you couldn't help but let out sighs of happiness. The pain gradually fades to pure pleasure, and as your moans began to sound more intense, with more force and volume, Joel began to change direction and speed.

“Fuck…you have no idea what you're doing to me” Joel gasped as his orgasm started feeling closer, so does yours. Pain wasn't there anymore, only pleasure instead. Very soon you started to feel on your edge, cuz Joel didn't search for long and found your g-spot very quickly, then he just hit it every time, whenever he thrust into you.

His thrusting started being more aggressive, more intense, that the whole bed started shaking too. Joel needs to cover your mouth again, and this time really put strength on your lips, because you no longer had control over the sounds you made or over your body. You twitched in tension whenever you felt the strange sensation of going to the bathroom.

You couldn't hold it for long, and you could tell by Joel's expression and the way he wasn't continuing at the same pace, stuttering and sighing much more often, that he was damn close too. A few more thrusts and you already arch your back, but Joel did it again, he stopped.

It frustrated not only you but also him, but he knew very well what he was doing. As if your fury could not be greater. First he didn't give you that first orgasm, then he ruin your clothes and now he doesn't want to give you another orgasm? What is wrong with this man?! "Joel-" before you could even ask him anything, Joel grabbed you closer to him and roll that he was laying on his back while you were sitting on his lap, this time he was under you. You were still inside him, not moving a muscle. You looked at him confused, but not for a long time when he said: "I wanna see you ride me" and that made your pussy pulse again.

Right after he said that a devilish grin appeared on your face from ear to ear, and you started moving forward slowly. Joel was sighing the same way you were, he was looking at your belly, then your breast and then deep into your eyes, repeatedly. You only looked at his face in the hope that he will tell you instructions, because you never 'ride a man' before. Joel corrected you with his hands on your hips, gently pushing you back and forth as you let him lead you.

After a moment, when your vagina and yourself calmed down, you threw your head back and opened your mouth wide. "Joel~" that was only thing you could say, correctly, moaned. This position makes your orgasm come even faster to you, and you just hoped you wouldn't be so loud, since Joel can't really reach your mouth and can't shut you down.

"Yeah, good girl...just like that" he said as he started making you go up and down on his cock, practically jumping on him. At first it was slow, you couldn't even hear the smacking of your ass against his thighs, but after a while when the atmosphere kicked into high gear and in your liquid started to accumulate in the vagina, your slaps whenever you land back on Joel's legs started being louder and louder. After a few seconds, Joel didn't even have to continue guiding you because even though you didn't know what to do, your body definitely knew. Joel was admiring your body, your breasts moving up and down to the rhythm, your moaning and literally screaming his name, it was beautiful. "Joel I-" "I know baby, I know~" Joel groaned as an angry wolf and his grip was thick and strong, just as your pussy. You both felt the climax coming, it started being so intense that Joel is definitely going to have red marks of your ass on his thighs. The bed started to creak so much that you thought it was going to break but now you weren't focusing on that at all. All you focused on was your orgasm, which was so close, and you finally reached it when Joel pushed you a little and started rubbing your clit. You came first but Joel didn't let that stop you from riding. The post-orgasm feeling was amazing, but you started feeling overstimulated. Of course you wanted Joel to reach his orgasm too, but your vagina was just as tired as you. It didn't take long and luckily Joel did and respectfully and honestly, his face and the sound that came out of him when he squirted into you was something like euphoria for you. The overstimulation thing fades out really fast, as you saw Joel, breathing heavily as you and when you realize, YOU make a man come. It was amazing and you had so many mixed feelings right now, that you don't even know how you feel. The only thing you know for sure is that you are fucking exhausted, that's why you passed out right next to Joel, breathing heavily as he did.

It was akward silence, except your and Joel's loud breathing, trying so hard to catch breath and not pass out by low oxygen in body, and the people talking loudly in the other room, where the party is still going. you were quite surprised that the celebration wasn't over yet. Even though the sex with Joel seemed endless, it only lasted a few minutes, that's how good the fuck was. You tried to ignore your surroundings and focus on only two things, breathing and thinking about what the hell happened. It's wrong, this whole situation is wrong, this shouldn't have happened, but these negative thoughts immediately passed you when you felt Joel's large, muscular arm under your neck. He then pulled you closer to his warm manly body. Even though you were both covered under the covers, you could still feel the nakedness and sweat from the other. You couldn't find the words. Even as your breathing calmed down and so did Joel's, you didn't know what to say. You wanted to thank him so badly because the way he made you feel and relieved you was unforgettable.

“Thank you…” you chirped softly but loud enough for Joel to hear you. As soon as you said it with a shaky voice, Joel scoffed and made you tilt your head, so you were looking into his eyes. "Are you kidding me? Are you thanking me right now?" he asked eagerly, and it was clear that Joel thought you were being sarcastic, but when you remained silent and formed your lips into a thin line, Joel rolled his eyes and sighed in disappointment. "Boys haven't been nice to you in the past, have they?" he asked, softness in his voice as he rubbed slowly and comfortably your back by his big palm. You sigh as a clear answer. "Oh baby...don't worry, you have me now and I'll show you how a man should treat a girl like you" the way that he said that made you blush and you needed to burn your face into his chest , making him giggle a bit. "But promise me one thing" still rubbing your back and sometimes stopped at your hair, slightly played with them. You look up at him again and give him a shy little 'hm?'. "Do not tell anybody about this...especially not your family members" it was like all your power and confidence just woke up, as you imagine ur mom finding out about this.

“Are you kidding me? Do you think that my mom would jump with happiness that I slept with…basically my uncle? Oh my god saying that out loud makes me want to puke…” The typical ‘dad laugh’ came out from him and he agreed. Your mom would literally tear you and Joel appart on pieces, then cook the bodies and serve it on parties like this…like some Jeffrey Dahmer in female version.

Well, I think she needed to hear us because there is absolutely NO WAY that she came to my room without knocking, that's what she always do, and of course, cough us. The timing was too damn perfect so I couldn't bealive that. I think mom is some kind of wizard and she is just plying with time, when she is alone.

She stare at us, in shock, behind her was Tommy, who stare as same as my mom. I and Joel stare in shock too, we had no idea what to do or what to say…

Well, we're FUCKED-

#pedro pascal #smut #pedro pascal x reader #joel miller #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #joel x reader #joel x y/n #joel x you

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cheesysoup-arlo · 12 days

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Cady’s Cousin pt.2

A/N: sorry this is mostly like “texting” also the relationship/couples I have in here are (karen and gretchen), (cady and regina), later I’ll add (janis and reader) and maybe (aaron and kevin g) idk maybe lol I won’t be tagging the ships since they’re not the main ship I hope y’all liked this lol

(Sunday 8:30pm)

*Cady created a group chat*

Cads 🦁: hey guys I made this group chat so (Y/N) can get to know you guys, you guys can get to know them, and just for fun 👍

???(1): aw Cady that’s so sweet, this is Aaron by the way lol

(Y/N): can everyone send their name please 🙏

???(2): karen 💕

???(3): Beyoncé

???(4): that’s Damian ^, this is janis 👾

Damian🌟: janis you’re no fun this is homophobia

Janis👾: yeah I hate the gays 🙄

karen💕: ??? u hat me 😞

Janis👾: no not you karen just Damian

karen💕: o okie 😽

???(5): the hottest bitch you’ll meet

(Y/N): hi Regina

Cads🦁: Y/N!!!

(Y/N): cads chill I know she’s off limits

Regina👛: aw baby you’re so cute when you’re jealous

Janis👾: barf 🤮

(Y/N): 😭😭😭

(Y/N): wait where’s Gretchen?

karen💕: sleping 😴

Damian🌟: Important question! Y/n are you one of them queers?

(Y/N): I would be offended if you thought I wasn’t

*damian has named group chat “fruit loops”*

Janis👾: I-

(Y/N): oh that’s-

Damian🌟: OK STOP BEING HOMOPHOBIC TO THE GAY BLACK MAN IM A MINORITY HERE

Regina👛: how’s everyone feeling about school tomorrow? I’m kind of excited mostly because the school cheese fries just hit different yk?

Cads🦁: I’m excited too but for classes I picked an extra math class this year

(Y/N): ha nerd 🤓

(Y/N): I’m nervous lol but at least I have you guys

Janis👾: I’m not excited I hate school it keeps me from doing more important things

(Y/N): like what?

Janis👾: sleeping

Damian🌟: I’m excited I decided that I’m gonna take the new senior only theater class which is a little out of my comfort zone but I’ll manage

Aaron🧍‍♂️: I was supposed to be graduated last year so I’m not excited at all

(Y/N): YOU GOT HELD BACK?!?! WHAT?!?!

Aaron🧍‍♂️: yeah I failed English and history so I couldn’t graduate

Cads🦁: it’s ok Aaron now you get to be with us for another year 😊

(Sunday 11:50pm) fruit loops

(Y/N): guys I can’t sleep

Janis👾: same I’ve been lying very still and it’s not working

Damian🌟: janis did you take the melatonin I gave you?

Janis👾: yeah but it’s not working 😔

Damian🌟: welp that’s a you problem then

(Monday 2:30am) fruit loops

(Y/N): do you think I can fit 40 mini marshmallows in my mouth?

Janis👾: oh absolutely

(Y/N): omg ur still awake too?

Janis👾: yeah lol

(Y/N): I just put 35 mini marshmallows in my mouth idk if I can fit more

Janis👾: if you fit all 40 I’ll give you 5 bucks

(Y/N): challenge accepted

(Monday 2:37am) fruit loops

(Y/N): I fit all 40 and almost choked lmao

Janis👾: lmao nice your $5 will be given at school

(Y/N): yippieeee

(Y/N): dude I literally can’t sleep

Janis👾: wanna call? That’s what me and Damian used to do before he got a good sleep schedule lmao

(Y/N): um sure me and my friend back home used to do that too

*incoming call from Janis👾*

“Hi” you whispered suddenly feeling a little more tired with her company even if it was only over the phone “hey” janis said with a small yawn “nice shirt” you say seeing her Lego movie shirt “oh um thanks” she says with a laugh “so what’s up?” “Let’s take turns asking each other questions until we fall asleep” you say with a little yawn “hmm ok favorite color?” She asks you “ooo definitely (your favorite color), how about you?” “Hmm either green or purple” “ooo good choice, hmm hobbies?” “I sing and write a little but I guess art even though I don’t consider it a hobby it’s more of a lifestyle” “art? Can I see some?” “Yeah sure I’ll show you some stuff tomorrow” you both yawn “shit it’s 3 am” janis sighs “fuck” you chuckle sleepy “um I’m getting tired” janis says with a tired laugh “me too” you say starting to close your eyes “good night (y/n)” “good night Janis” you say with a yawn falling asleep as she hangs up

Monday 5:30am

“Pst…(y/n)? You gotta wake up” your cousin said lightly shaking you “ugh five more minutes” you mumbled “no come on up you gotta get ready” she insisted, you got up against your body begging to go back to sleep “good morning sleepy head” Cady said with an enthusiastic smile “cads what time is it?” “5:33” “doesn’t school start at like 8:30?” “No it starts at 8 and I wanted to make sure you had enough time to get ready and have breakfast, breakfast is very important” “uh huh…mm thanks cads” you say with a yawn deciding to get up and look through your clothes “meet me in my room when you’re done getting dressed, ok?” Cady said “um ok?” You said grabbing your favorite jeans and shirt then going to look for your jacket as your cousin left

(Monday 5:40 am) fruit loops

Gretchen🌷: good morning everyone soooo so sorry for not texting yesterday I went to bed early

Regina👛: it’s ok Gretch don’t worry about it

Regina👛: also damn I think Janis and (y/n) our new insomniac duo

(Y/N): unfortunately yes I’m so fucking tired also good morning Gretchen

Aaron🧍‍♂️: why are you guys up so early it’s not even six yet? I literally woke up because of all the buzzing

(Y/N): cads woke me up :(

Regina👛: my skincare and makeup routine take like and hour

Gretchen🌷: I like mornings ☀️

You finished getting ready and headed over to Cady’s room like she asked you to. “What’s up cads?” “Eee (y/n) ok so first of all how are you feeling about your first day” “a little nervous and tired I only got like 2 and a half hours of sleep” “oh goodness (y/n) why didn’t you sleep sooner?”cady says concerned “Because I wasn’t tired?” You half joked. Cady hands you a paper. “That’s a map of the school the way Janis sees it she gave it to me on my first day I feel like it could be helpful for you” “oh um wow thanks cads” you say giving her a half hug. Your aunt knocks on Cady’s open door “hey girls good morning” “good morning mom” Cady says enthusiastically, you yawn “morning” you say with a small smile “I’ve got to head to work but I’m assuming you girls have a ride?” “Yeah Aaron’s gonna pick us up I think?” Cady answers “alright I love you two, be on your best behavior and call me or text me if you need me” your aunt says as she leaves “bye” you and Cady say at the same time. You head to the kitchen and pour yourself a bowl of cereal

(Monday 6:40am) fruit loops

Regina👛: my mom is doing a coffee run what does everyone want?

Damian🌟: iced coffee, oat milk, vanilla

Gretchen🌷: just the usual for me and Karen

Janis👾: iced coffee, oat milk, lavender

(Y/N): um (your coffee order) please

Cads🦁: can you just get me a tea?

Regina👛: yeah of course I’ll get your favorite

Aaron🧍‍♂️: regular coffee, cream and sugar please

Regina👛: ok also who’s picking up who today? I can get Karen and Gretchen as usual

Aaron🧍‍♂️: my mom said I don’t have car privileges this week so I can’t give anyone a ride

Damian🌟: I can get janis for sure but if anyone else needs a ride I can get them too

Cads🦁: can you give (Y/N) and I a ride please we’re ready whenever you are 👍

Damian🌟: yeah I’ll be over in 10 then we’ll go get Janis because I know she’s not ready yet

Janis👾: I would be offended but it’s true

Regina👛: alright meet at our usual spot?

Aaron🧍‍♂️: 👍

Damian🌟: sounds good see y’all soon

#janis ‘imi’ike #regina george #cady heron #gretchen wieners #damian hubbard #karen shetty #aaron samuels #mean girls 2024

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shyanddreamy · 1 year

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Curiosity killed the cat

Chishiya Shuntaro x Reader x Niragi Suguru

Summary: Chishiya was a complete mystery, but he had caught your eye. He always hid behind his apparent lack of emotion, as if he didn´t care about anything. So you wanted to show him how wrong he was.

Warnings: smut, threesome, blowjob, con non-con, vaginal and anal sex, degradation, unprotected sex, dirty talk, teasing, slight praise.

Author´s note: First of all, this is an independent post, so you can read this as a one shot. But if you want more context, you can check my other aib posts. Also English is not my first language so I apologize for any possible mistakes. I really hope you like it. Love u all <3

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There were too many different people at The Beach; only connected by the desire of survive The Borderlands and have as much fun as they could till their last day there. With that death games they have been forced to play, they couldn’t know when will be their last day. Anyway, your attention has been lately on one single person. He was blonde, had cat-eyes and was pretty silence. He seemed to enjoy more when he was observing others, like if he was studying cautiously them. Niragi despised him; he always said he hated his condescending look. Niragi thought that he believed himself clever than the rest, but you couldn´t help but feel some kind of curiosity about him.

"Hello there", you said while sitting next to him in one of the seats next to the swimming pool. "Are you having fun?"

"Not really a party person"

"Maybe if you tried to have a drink or dance, it could improve"

"Yeah. Maybe someday", Chishiya answered. His sight was on you as one of the corners of his lips lifted up very slightly. When he wasn´t completely serious, that was his grimace instead. "To what do I owe the honor of your presence?"

"I was just thinking about you", you said, widening your smile. "We should talk more, you know? Like, spend more time together"

"We have been together earlier, at the executives meeting"

"You are very perceptive, don´t you, Chishyia?", you asked him. You moved a little closer to him, invading his personal space, and ran your fingers up to his hair, playing lightly with one of his bangs. "I´m sure you know what I mean"

"I´m not used to spend my time with Militants", he commented. Chishyia wasn´t bothered or concerned by your presence at all. Even if he was, he was good at hiding it. He was good at hiding his every thought or emotion. "Does Niragi agree with your interest in being here with me? I´m starting to realize that he didn´t like me too much"

"Niragi and I have so much fun together. But you know how our relationship is"

"I don’t have any clue really"

You knew Niragi since he was in his senior year in high school. And the bonds developed between you two then had grown and evolved over the years. Friends with benefits, allies, a couple with and open relationship, partners, kindred spirits or just a pair of freaks who had stuck together. You had never labelled your relationship. You didn’t need it anyways; it wasn´t necessary. You just did what you want when you want in the way you want, but always being in the same team. Sometimes you were just both against the world and you were fine with that.

Instead of giving Chishyia an answer, you stood up from de seat and stretched out your hand to him.

"C´mon, I have something in my mind"

Chishyia just looked at you with and eyebrow raised sceptically. Since he hadn´t intention of accepting it, you lower you hand to your hip and pouted.

"What do you really want?", he asked you. Perhaps his voice was quiet, but Chishyia was absolutely certain he couldn´t trust you.

"Aww, you didn´t like taking any risk? Are you such a coward or am I too scary for you?"

"Maybe a lot of people around are afraid of you, but I am not one of them"

"So, come with me", you insisted, biting your lower lip mischievously. "You have nothing to lose"

Without waiting for his response, you turned around and went back to the dance floor just to pass between the crowd and continue your way to the resort. You already were upstairs when you took a quick glance backwards, finding proudly that Chishyia was following you. He had his hands in his jacket pockets, seemed bored and kept a few metres of distance, but still was after you. Yeah, maybe he was clever, but you were it too.

Curiosity killed the cat, but you wasn´t thinking about killing at all.

When Chishyia crossed the door of your dorm –which you had left half-open on purpose– and closed it after him, he found you looking through the window. The outside seemed more interesting to you than him.

"These people are disgustingly naïve", you commented. "Partying all day just to convince themselves that they have made the most of their lives before confront death. But the truth is that they have never lived before they came to this world"

Since you weren´t seeing him, Chishyia allowed himself to frown a bit. Your words aroused his interest, so he walked towards you. You felt him behind you, paying attention to the people out there. When you turned around, suddenly facing him, he slowly slid his gaze down to meet yours.

"However, you are different, Chishyia. You want to keep living at any cost, but at the same time you don´t give a shit about life", you mumbled. "Emotionless. Observing everything and everyone from the distance but without getting involved. Why do you live for then?"

"And you?", he asked. "You are mocking them but doing the same thing"

"I have always enjoyed my life, so I keep doing it here too. Unlike them, I´m not pretending to die after that", you answered. "I live for myself and to prove people who tried to destroy me wrong"

You rested your hands in Chishyia´s chest softly before starting to lower his jacket´s zip. He just observed your movements in silence, without doing a single thing in response.

"That´s why you brought me here?"

"I brought you here because I intend to awaken your emotions. I know they are there, inside of you, but you refuse to let them go out. I want to see the Chishyia that no one will ever see", you explained quietly; your hands caressing his chest. "And you knew these were my intentions, but you have come here willingly"

"You have been thinking on this for a while. Maybe if you see that it has no sense, you will finally stop"

"When I finish with you, you´ll be the one who doesn´t want me to stop"

You raised your hands to his shoulders, sliding his jacket down his arms until you got him naked from the waist up. You didn´t pay attention to his inexpressive grimace. If there was any emotion there, it would be boredom. You took your lips to his neck instead, dropping soft kisses along that sensitive zone for a few minutes before adding some wetness to your actions. Nothing changed on Chishyia, but you bet he couldn´t be made of stone.

Inch by inch, you traced a path of kisses down his chest, getting on your knees eventually when you were near his navel. And it that new position, you smiled widely.

"You can control your face, but not your body"

Chishyia raised one corner of his lips in a grimace of self-reliance. He still thought he was winning.

"It´s a body´s natural reaction. I can´t change human nature", he said leisurely. "You can continue if that makes you happy or you can quit. Whatever it is, I do not have any kind of interest or desire"

"It´s so? What a pity", you whinged, but your eyes were attached to the bulge in his swim trunks. "I wanted to know how cute you were while moaning"

You slipped your hands under his shorts, caressing his thighs but without coming close enough to skim his manhood. You approached your mouth to it as your touch was gentle but firm at the same time.

The fabric of his swim trunks wasn´t very thick, so when you talked again, he could feel your warm breath against his covered dick.

"And I wanted to know much more. If you were soft or you liked it rough. If you had practice or you were clumsy. If you were dominant or preferred to have someone putting you back on your place"

Chishyia crossed his arms above his chest when you looked up to find his gaze. He was beginning to feel annoyed, maybe a bit anxious too. Anyways, he refused to give up. He was the one playing with you, not the other way round.

"I think I´m going with the last one", you mumbled. "Always looking down on us. Always thinking that you are better than the rest. But when push comes to shove, you enjoy someone to take control over you"

His dick throbbed under his pants, so you bit your lower lip to restrain your proud smile. Nevertheless, the sound of the door opening at your back stopped your motions. Chishyia turned his gaze to the entrance undisturbed, only with curiosity, but you didn´t need to look back to know who the intruder was. There was only one person entering your dorm without knocking first.

"Are you kidding me?", you heard Niragi complaining. "What the fuck do you think are you doing?"

You got up from the floor at the same time that Niragi walked toward you after closing the door. Obviously, he wasn´t happy at all.

"You looked so amuse out there with that brunette. I thought you wouldn´t came here today"

"I would have killed her if I had had to endure her damn high-pitched voice for a few minutes more. She was too annoying. Wasn´t worth of my time", Niragi said. And when you turned back to him, he had a disgusted grimace. "Didn´t you have better options tonight?"

"I wanted to innovate"

Niragi moved his head to face Chishyia, who was in the same position as if he wasn´t even there.

"What have you offered her in exchange for this?"

"Y/N has come to me of his own free will", he assured to Niragi. "I suppose you are not able to satisfy her"

Niragi pushed you out of the way to confront Chishyia for his words. Since he was half-naked, he only could grab him by the neck. His deadly grimace contrasted with the tiny smile in Chishyia´s face. He enjoyed teasing Niragi, so things just got more interesting for him.

"What the hell have you said?"

"Do I really have to repeat myself?"

Niragi strengthened the grip around his throat before adding:

"I´m gonna kill you so I will never have to listen to you again"

"I didn´t imagine I would say this but see you both like this is a turn-on. And by the boner that Chishyia still have in his pants, it seems he agrees with me"

"Huh? Have you lost your damn mind, Y/N?", questioned Niragi frowned. "I said kill him, not fuck him"

"But neither Aguni nor Hatter will be pleased with his death. So maybe you can teach him a lesson by other means", you suggested evocatively while caressing Niragi´s back and approaching your lips to his ear. "Show him who is in charge here. Could you make him beg?"

With a rotten smile, Niragi stood closer to Chishyia. He knew you were challenging him, and he could never resist a challenge from you. Besides, Niragi liked more than he was willing to admit what you have said.

"Silence you with my dick and make you cry until you can never again look at me directly at the eyes", he laughed. The tip of their noses almost touching each other. "It sounds pretty fun"

"You both are sick", Chishyia simply replied.

"And you are a bit scared. So, I will be kind and let you go if you ask for it nicely"

You sighed heavily, a bit disappointed:

"He already was a coward when it was only me"

"I knew he was only façade", Niragi laughed rowdily. Instantly, Chishyia struggled in a vain attempt to break free, but the firm grip on his neck along with the additional force that Niragi made with his own body against him got Chishyia halted. "It´s even funnier if you are resisting"

Just a few centimetres separated their faces. In the moment you squeezed Chishyia´s crotch over his swim trunks unannounced, he let escape a subtle moan that was soon silence by Niragi´s lips, who took advantage of his mouth half-open. Yeah, that picture really turned you on.

Unfortunately, the fierce and dominant kiss led by Niragi lasted less than a minute. Chishyia wiped the traces of saliva on his lips with the back of his hand and slightly smirked.

"Didn´t know you have a crush on me, Niragi", he mocked. "You should have confessed your feelings earlier"

As the rage covered Niragi´s face, you could hardly contain your own laughter. Chishyia had no idea of what he was doing by teasing Niragi like this… Or maybe he really knew what the consequences could be.

"Shut the fuck up!", Niragi growled while kicking him in his legs to force Chishyia on his knees. Instead of his neck, he grabbed him by the hair. "Better use your mouth for something more useful"

"That´s a dangerous move", he warned Niragi.

"Is it? Are you thinking of biting me?", he pulled a pistol from the waistband of his trousers and pointed it directly at his head. "In that case, I will blow your brains out"

"I already told you I don´t want guns in my dorm", you complained, getting a snort from Niragi in response.

"I won´t use it unless this douchebag leaves me no other choice"

In an attempt to avoid such an outcome, you squatted down next to Chishyia and talked with a silvery voice:

"You should say as he says. It´s better than a bullet in your head"

"I don´t have all the fucking night", Niragi urged him, removing the gun safety catch. Have you mentioned anything about consequences before? Because this was precisely what you were referring to.

Your started to unbuckle his belt before lower the zip of Niragi´s pants. He was completely hard and groaned when you slip your hand in his underwear. Niragi was too impatient to make him wait, so you got rid of his clothes letting them fall to the middle of his tights and pumped his dick twice while bringing it closer to Chishyia´s mouth. When Niragi pulled his hair tighter and stuck the barrel of the gun in his forehead, you noticed that Chishyia was parting his lips slowly. With a mischievous smile, you took your thumb between them, opening his mouth a bit more.

"You are going to need to open your mouth wider to take it all", Niragi chuckled, rubbing his tip against Chishyia´s lips, making them glossier with his pre-cum.

"Stop teasing around", you ordered Niragi. "And don´t be too rough"

You barely managed to finish the sentence before Niragi buried himself in Chishyia´s throat. His blonde hair was clutched between Niragi´s fingers, so even if he tried, Chishyia was not able to move aside or backwards. He choked on his dick before Niragi pulled away. Then, Chishyia started coughing.

"Was it too much?", Niragi asked with false innocence while playing with his tongue devilishly. You gave him an annoyed look, but your attention returned to Chishyia when he was able to pull himself together.

"That´s the best you can do?", he mocked, seemingly indifferent as if his throat didn´t sore because of his impulsiveness.

"You son of a…", Niragi growled, but when he tried to force his way back to Chishyia´s mouth, you grabbed his hips to stop him while you stood in between. Now, his anger was all over you.

"This is my party so stop spoiling it. Otherwise, you can leave"

Niragi clicked his tongue and clenched his jaw but didn’t add anything. He was aware that these was you rule number one when one of you had a new conquest and the other decided to join. He was not happy about it, but he was even less happy about the idea of leaving.

"First of all, no guns", you declared, and after a few seconds of hesitation, Niragi put the gun away back to his waistband. "Fine. And now, do it again without making him gag with the first thrust"

Chishyia was reticent when he felt the tip of his cock against his lips again, but this time, he opened his mouth easily. Niragi went deep on his throat but with a slower path, so Chishyia could withstand it.

"That´s it. Good boys", you praised them.

"Don´t call me that", Niragi complained, but kept going in and out his mouth, groaning slightly.

You slid your lips over Chishyia´s neck before descending your hand to his crotch. For the first time, you decided to touch his dick directly, without more teasing, to give him some kind of relieve. His cock was still hard and pre-cum was wetting his tip. Chishyia let out a low moan, making Niragi´s dick vibrate, and he giggled. Niragi was enjoying the situation pretty much; it was clear.

"Didn´t know you have a crush on me, Chishyia", Niragi said, copying the above words from the blonde. "If you wanted it so bad, I would have let you gag on my cock sooner"

Chishyia didn´t answer. It's not like he could talk either. Although you couldn't deny that it was a little strange to see him so submissive. You wanted to know what was going on inside his head, but it wasn´t the best moment to start doing questions.

When you noticed Niragi´s dick pointing at you, you didn´t hesitate before taking it in your mouth too. You continued bobbing your hand up and down Chishyia´s manhood all the time.

"How could you both love my dick so bad", Niragi laughed. "Such whores for me"

When Niragi left your mouth after a deeper thrust, you looked at Chishyia, who was looking at you too with his cat eyes and his cheeks flushed, and you kissed him. Finally, you tasted his saliva from his own mouth instead of from Niragi´s dick. He just followed your rhythm tamely until you were satisfied.

"We should go ahead. I want more than a kiss"

You grabbed Chishyia by the arm and stood up, guiding him until he was sitting down on the edge of the bed, not without first getting rid of his swim trunks. Niragi was quick to position itself behind you, his hands caressing your body shameless. And without asking, aware that those were your intentions, he stripped you. It's not like you have a lot of clothes either, just the bikini top and a pair of shorts.

"It´s a pity that I have to share you with that piece of trash", Niragi mumbled near your ear while his hands were touching your breast and your waist, making sure Chishyia could hear him too. "I should have face fucked him and threw him away"

You let scape a low groan when you felt his dick rubbing against your folds.

"So wet already"

You turned around to give Niragi a wrathful kiss before continuing with your plans.

"You are free to join us whenever you want"

With no more time to waste, you climb on top of Chishyia and made him lie down with his head on the pillow. He had a noticeable boner but his face still unwavering. You wanted to crack him despite of how difficult it seemed to be.

"You cock must ache and you are not doing a single thing to remedy it", you teased him, expecting some kind of reaction. "C´mon, big boy, make your move"

Chishyia just slid his arms under his head, making himself comfortable.

"I told you. You are the one who wants this, not me, Y/N"

"It´s so?"

You plunged down suddenly. Chishyia clenched his jaw and held back a gasp acting cool, as if his dick wasn´t throbbing desperately and feeling your wet hot hole around it were nothing to him.

"Maybe you were right", you started rocking your hips up and down, purring with pleasure. "You can stand still if you want then. I can enjoy by myself"

You took your hand to his throat, choking him a little when Niragi climbed onto the bed behind you completely naked. You felt his lips in your back, your shoulders and your neck, kissing and licking your skin, even biting sometimes.

"I doubt very much that you can do it on your own, Y/N. You need someone who really knows how to fuck you properly. Or who knows how to fuck you at all"

You smiled before tilting your head back to be able to kiss him. A bit anxious to have Niragi inside you, you grabbed him by the wrist and guided two of his fingers to Chishyia´s mouth.

"At least you can lick them, right?", you asked him, hearing an amuse grimace from Niragi next to your ear that cause shivers down your spine. "Make yourself useful, Chishyia"

And without complaining or saying a word, he did as he was ordered. A couple of minutes were enough before Niragi took his fingers from Chishyia´s mouth to your ass hole, starting to prepare you. He knew well how to do it.

"I wanted to make him beg, but making you shout out loud in his face just my name when we both are inside of you… I do like that kind of humiliation"

It took what you thought was an eternity before Niragi finally decided you were ready for him. And when you felt Niragi´s dick plunging in your ass as deep as he could, you let out a sonorous whine. It hurt a bit because that bastard wasn´t as careful as he should, but he was aware you liked that way too.

"Fuck! How could you be so damn tight!", he cursed, repeating a few more times his low but deep motions before really starting to move his hips in and out. The slight pain turned rapidly into pleasure and made you moan. "Just like this, baby. I wanna hear you"

For almost ten minutes, it was like you both had forgotten you were sharing the bed with someone else. You were so lost in the feeling to notice anything else. And if it weren't for two hands hovering over your thighs, you wouldn´t have noticed that you were not alone. Those hands couldn´t be Niragi´s because his hands were around your neck and your chest. And when you lowered your gaze, you realised that Chishyia was finally doing something. Since Niragi was inside you, you had stopped the movements of your hips. Actually, Chishyia had only the tip of his dick on you. It had been almost tortuous, that´s why he grabbed you by your thighs and forced you down, getting his dick back where it should be. Chishyia moaned but not as loud as you did.

"I´m still here", he mumbled.

"I see it now", you smiled. "Thought you were just my fucktoy. Didn´t know I had to pay attention to you"

His fingers, now around your hips, pressed harder in your skin while moving you up and down to satisfy himself. Perhaps Chishyia was a bit upset due to all the mocking.

"A few minutes and he will be cumming", Niragi laughed. Having both of them pounding his cocks inside you was overwhelmed in the good sense of the word.

"Shut the fuck up", he hissed. Chishyia had been trying to restrain himself, but something was burning in his chest; something he couldn´t ignore anymore.

"I dunno. Maybe we should let him show what he can do apart from lying down", you suggested to Niragi, stoking the fire Chishyia was feeling. A mix of arousal and anger ran through his veins; something quite unlike his common self-control and indifference.

At the same time as he saw you slightly pushing Niragi to get him out of you, Chishyia knew it was his moment to shine. Niragi had barely fallen on the other side of the bed when Chishyia switched positions with you by force. Didn´t take long for him to start rocking his hips deep inside you from behind. Chishyia placed a hand in your back and the other in your nape, sinking your head into the pillow. He growled low, but he was doing it anyways even if you could hear him.

"Fuck, Chishyia!", you moaned his name for the first time. It only made the burning in his chest increase. "Why haven´t you done this from the beginning?"

Suddenly, you saw two fingers in front of your mouth. The same fingers that had been in your ass a minutes ago. Niragi wasn´t happy at all to be left out.

"Are you sure? I´m not sure if he… fuck!", a harder thrust made you shiver.

"I don´t give a shit. It's not like I'm going to ask permission either", Niragi answered.

If Chishyia hadn´t been so focused on how his cock disappeared inside your wet pussy, he would have noticed your actions. He only got it as he felt Niragi placing himself behind his body, his fingers rubbing his entrance.

"You have her, I have you"

Chishyia froze for mere seconds, but when he reacted, you were fast enough to turn yourself around and grab him by the arms before he could start fighting against Niragi. They had already been at peace for too long. Chishyia felt on you, maybe because Niragi had pushed him or because you had pulled him towards you. Anyway, you ended face to face.

"You are not forced to do this. We can find another way", you mumbled only for Chishyia to listen to you. Niragi was too focused on his own work and blinded by the need to get some kind of relief soon. "But before making a decision, think carefully if you don´t want him too"

The following day Chishyia could say he was too horny to think properly. Or maybe that he couldn´t scape that room in time. But at that very moment, and even if he would never admit it, he wanted it. Chishyia wanted Niragi as well as you. However, when he felt the first finger inside his ass, he began to regret it.

"Be nicer, you asshole", Chishyia grumbled.

"Stop whinging", answered Niragi.

"Treat his ass like if it was mine", you added in an attempt to make Niragi softer, but you failed.

"I treat yours the same way"

Chishyia chuckled, so you put him closer to kiss him and kept him distracted. Unfortunately, Niragi pushed him away by the hair shortly after. His fingers waiting for his mouth to open.

"Make them wet. Again", Niragi ordered.

"Can´t you suck your own fingers?", Chishyia asked, frowned, and Niragi curved his lips into a smirk.

"I prefer to have a slut doing it for me"

They didn´t like each other, the feeling was mutual since almost your first day at The Beach. Nevertheless, it seemed they had found some kind of pleasure in this constant teasing. The problem was that you were not sure when the tension would explode, so it would be better not to overstep the mark.

You covered his fingers with your own mouth, licking them with dedication and without taking your eyes off Chishyia´s. Niragi plopped his fingers out your mouth soon after and let you both keep kissing as he continued the prep.

That time, the kiss was different than the one you shared on the floor. Chishyia was aggressive, his lips almost desperate and his tongue fighting against yours. He had lost all control over himself, surrendering to the pleasure that intoxicated him.

"I told you. I could awaken this part of you"

"I had no choice", Chishyia responded.

"Of course you had. You have had it all along. And look at you now"

Chishyia was pleased with what you had done to him, but at the same time, he despised you for making him lose his mind and his self-control. Instead of answering you, Chishyia bit the skin where your neck and your shoulder connected, making you cry out.

"God, Chishyia!"

He titled his head backwards looking at Niragi out of the corner of his eye.

"Despite what you have said, Y/N is only screaming my name"

You smirked as Niragi clicked his tongue in annoyance. Chishyia couldn´t stop provoking him.

"If you want me to destroy you so bad, I´m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop", Niragi announced while taking his fingers out his ass and spiting on his own cock. "If you are not ready yet, you can shout louder"

Niragi plunged down his cock inside of Chishyia carelessly. He gritted his teeth and clutched his hands tightly around the sheets but did not utter a single sound.

"Not even a word?", Niragi roared. "You are so fucking tight that I´m sure it must be hurting you, Chishyia"

Niragi was right. You saw the pain in Chishyia´s face as Niragi continued thrusting his hips towards him. Your hands caressed his cheeks, making Chishyia open his eyes again to look at you. You smiled tenderly, trying to comfort him a little bit before lowered your hand to his dick, pumping it slowly.

"You are not done with me. Can you handle it?"

"Fuck… Sure", he gasped.

From that moment onwards, Chishyia thrusted on you as Niragi thrusted on him. Both men trying to synchronize his paces. If someone was listening in the corridor, they would only hear a bunch of moans, growls, and curses. But none of you gave a shit about anything or anyone else out there. Chishyia interlocked your fingers above your head as you could hardly even kiss each other. And without warning, a shiver ran down your spine. You felt it in your low belly, you were so close.

"Don’t stop now, please, Chishyia", you moaned loudly. "Please, please, please…"

"Don't you dare disappoint her", Niragi ordered.

"I won´t"

Chishyia went as fast and as deep as he could. And unable to bear it any longer, you body got rocked by tremors. You heard Chishyia chuckling and Niragi laughing, both pleased by your noises and how your climax took over your whole body. Anyway, your head was dazed enough so you couldn´t do or say a single thing. You only could whinge when you felt Chishyia keep thrusting, sobbing due to the overstimulation.

"Don´t be such a coward. I´m pretty sure you can handle it a little bit more", Chishyia mocked, saying something quite similar to what you had said to him earlier. Nevertheless, Niragi had his own plans. He took Chishyia away from you, forcing him to stand upright with is back pressed against his chest.

Niragi wrapped his arm around his neck and the other around his waist, preventing him from moving. His tongue whirled shamelessly out his mouth, near Chishyia´s ear.

"I didn't expect you to like this so much", Niragi said with a husky voice.

"I didn´t expect it from you either", Chishyia answered. The choking wasn´t hard enough to deprive him of breath.

"You are just a whore for my cock. You will no longer be able to continue looking down on me"

"Actually, I can", he said, but Niragi pounding in a sweet spot made him cry out. Niragi widened his devilish smile.

"Yeah, I know is there. Want me to do it again? You know what I want to hear from you"

"Fuck you"

"Wrong answer. Try it again", he chuckled. "Otherwise, I can wait all night. Or stop completely"

Chishyia always presumed to be in control of the situation, but this time, he was frantic. He has never been so aroused, and he wanted his well-deserved relief. No, he didn´t want it, he actually needed it. Maybe Niragi was in the same situation, but he was holding back to maintain a slower pace. That jerk was able to stop, sacrificing his own orgasm only to deny it to Chishyia as well. There must be another solution, but Niragi choking him harder didn´t let him go on thinking.

"I am not a very patient person, Chishyia", he growled in his ear.

"Fine. Fuck", Chishyia grunted. "I´m going to kill you, but…"

"But?", Niragi encouraged him, giggling.

"But please, Niragi"

"Please, what?"

"Please, do it again"

"This?" Niragi asked as he thrusted his hips harder in the right place.

"Yes, fuck, please"

Niragi smiled pleased, biting Chishyia´s neck and wishing that his teeth would leave a mark there. Niragi wanted to mark him; everyone in The Beach would know the next day that Chishyia had given himself to him completely.

"As you wish, pet"

Chishyia moaned loudly while Niragi was finally pounding repeatedly in that damn sweet spot that made him tremble. His hands were gripping him so tightly that tomorrow he would have bruises, but he couldn't think about it for now.

You had been admiring them in silence, recovering from your own ecstasy, but you tried to move your hips up and down to add even more pleasure to Chishyia. While your wet folds slipped around his dick, you stared at his face; his grimaces of pleasure, his swollen lips, his red cheeks, and the sounds he made. That's all you wanted to see from him. You had won. Or given the situation, probably all three of you would have won.

It only took Chishyia a few more minutes until he got over the edge, cumming on your chest like never before. Niragi released him to let him collapse on top of you, and with his hands squeezing his hips, he continued fucking his ass roughly until he reached his own orgasm.

"Shit, Chishyia, you fucking…", Niragi couldn’t finish his own sentence before he slumped too. And now, you had the weight of two bodies over you. You only knew they were still alive by their accelerated breathing. You tried to endure it, but it was too much.

"Hum, I need to breath down here", you remembered them.

Niragi was the first to react, pushing Chishyia away abruptly to the other side of the bed to be him the only one lying relaxed on you. You smiled tenderly when you felt his arms embracing you with vehemence, his head resting over your chest and his eyes closed as he continued to calm his breathing.

"You are so cute when you are like this", you said, your fingertips making gentle caresses all over Niragi´s back.

"Shut up", he complained. You already knew Niragi disliked almost all kind of sweet adjectives and names, although you used them with him anyway.

"Was it good?"

"Not so bad", he commented. "Your decision wasn´t so pitiful"

You chuckled at his inability to recognise how amazing it had been.

After sex, Niragi wasn´t always like this. Even if it was a quickie or he spent hours, he always left after he had cum with some random chick. And, of course, he never lowered his barriers, but everything was different with you. You were his safe place; the only one he cared about and the only one he wanted to stay in.

Chishyia caught your attention when he got out of bed. You had thought that he would still be overcome due to his brutal and recent climax, but he looked hella fine.

"You can clean yourself up in the bathroom", you offered him. A private bath in the dorm was one of the advantages of being an executive member.

"Or you can just leave", even if he didn´t want to, Niragi slid to the free side of the bed. He didn't want to appear weak in front of Chishyia and stay in your arms didn´t help him at all.

"You can never shut up, Niragi?", you complained.

"Why should I?"

Chishyia just smirked in response and began to dress. He would clean up in his own bedroom.

"Stupid people always talk the most", he muttered, bringing a smile to your face.

"Don´t make me kill you while you still have my cum in your ass", Niragi scoffed. "Maybe I even use you one more time before doing it. Begging suits you well, Chishyia"

"Don´t get hard too many times thinking about it"

"You wish", Niragi snorted, turning around as if willing to sleep.

Chishyia zipped his jacket halfway up and slipped his hands into his pockets as usual. He was himself again, with his lips curved into a smirk and a cynical gaze on his face.

"Give me a kiss before you go", you asked him.

Chishyia stared at you closely, as if he was thinking why you had said that or what should he do. Finally, he just shrugged his shoulders before adding:

"Not that type of guy"

Chishyia left the dorm shortly after and made his way to his dorm quietly. After taking a shower, he got into his own bed. His bedroom was quieter, lonelier, and smelled less like sex. His smirk was still in his face. He knew everything you had said was right. Emotionless, never getting involved, looking down everyone and believing he was clever because, indeed, he was clever. Chishyia didn´t understand human nature or emotions at all. And yet, you had been successful in getting under his skin. He still remembered the burning in his chest that you had managed to make him feel with Niragi´s help. Rage, arousal, and a bit of envy too. Everything was new for him and he didn't like it very much.

Part of him wished he could forget about it and get back to focusing on his plans, but he doubted he could do it so easily.

"I wasn´t expecting that", he mumbled. "But I guess I will have to find a way to deal with it"

He already had a few ideas in his mind.

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elizzysnow13 · 11 months

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To all the teachers love a neurodivergent kid,

There’s something you’ll never understand the disgust you feel when you can’t get something done, the disappointment in your eyes.

Makes me feel like I’ve lost my entire mind.

Because I’m n like normal kinds, I can’t sit still in class, I don’t write things down, your agenda was always meaningless.

I was always too loud or couldn’t sit still, I was a distraction in everything I did.

You didn’t care that I couldn’t write a sentence on paper.

Just the fact that I never turned anything in.

In senior year you didn’t even know my friend was illiterate.

We have to fight uphill for every piece of “help” we got.

The things my parents had to fight for a room to myself during tests so I could actually think, but somehow the silence was always too much.

So I talked aloud and gave away test answers and even got accused of cheating.

But none of you cared, it wasn’t something you were worried about.

We all have a favorite subject whether it be math, history, english, music, art it doesn’t matter.

Because you took the fun out of every single one.

I love learning but you ruined it.

It had to be graded it had to be scored,

You had to put it in your little box.

It was no longer about learning and now about our test scores.

Which your lucky I was good at

Homework not so much I failed every english class I’ve ever taken, and nobody wondered why

But I went to summer school all four years of high school and had no problem there.

I wonder if that’s because summer school was mostly multiple choice instead of writing essays every week.

When I started sixth grade I had a third grade reading level.

By the end when they tested us again I suddenly had an eleventh grade reading level.

That was also the year they finally tested me to see if I was dyslexic.

Their answer was no but at 23 I still get my d’s,and b’s and 3’s and E’s mixed up.

And lord knows no one can read my handwriting.

So I guess it’s good that I was decent at math.

But my favorite class has always been history, the story of people. How we got here.

I believe that if you don’t know a person's story you can’t truly know them at all.

This is only part of my story.

I haven’t told you all the facts and you’ll probably never get them all.

But it’s a good place to start.

So I hope you all learned something from this.

And the next time you have a student who seems a little different than the rest.

You take the time and the effort to pay attention to them because you might be the only one who does.

Love,

A neurodivergent kid

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sadie-bug345 · 4 days

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could you do the gang at school please? (including the ones who graduated or dropped out haha)

yessss!! i did one similar to this already…

BUT I WILL ADD ON cause there have been some newer hcs i would give the greasers🫶🫶

ponyboy:

probably unironically eats lunch in the english teachers classroom or smth

but don’t get me wrong he isn’t a teachers pet by any means

considering how he mentioned how he’s like one of the only greasers in his classes cause my guy is an honor student🫶🤌, i think he feels left out a good amount

like he dreads group projects cause either there’s no friends in his class to choose to be on his group

or he hates it whenever the teacher picks groups themself and throws pony in a really awkward situation with a bunch of socs

gives middle to front row student

WILL HIT THE DEEPEST SIGH when the teacher says there’s homework

lile EVERYONE HEARS IT ITS SO FUNNY

he’s so put out lmaooo🫶

sodapop:

just there for the giggles

honestly there’s a good amt of kids in my classes that come to mind for this

its just hard to describe like similar to two bit he genuinely likes school cause friends yk

but some days for him just feel like they go on for YEARS AND YEARS

gets the most bored when it’s finals week and there’s like zero talking during classes

johnny:

i think just cause he’s the quietest of the group we forget he’s still like a 16 year old boy??

like he’s still a menace sorry

but he’s more aware of his actions compared to dally or two but definitely

he still a part of the rowdy group of greasers who yell when they pull up to rumbles and stuff

hes just a lot quieter in comparison to someone like two or steve

just the type to not talk to you unless you talk to him first but once you kinda get that friendship going in class it’s a bunch of fun

other than that just chills ngl

darry:

idk why it’s so hard to picture my guy in school like what is this😭😭

i think it’s just cause se hinton really set in stone how darry truly is young, like 20 YEAR OLDS ARE NOT SUPER MATURE GUYS THEY ARE NOT OLDIES

they probably make some of the dumbest decisions

but darry can’t afford to make those carefree mistakes cause he doesn’t have people to scold him about it but then help him get back up

dally acts more like a 20 year old than darry does and the only reason dally can make those decisions is cause he doesn’t think there’s people depending on him like there are for darry

anyways rant👹🤷‍♂️😐

dally:

whenever he sees his ex sylvia walking in the halls holding hands with another guy he gives them the worst side eye glare dirty look IMAGINABLE

either that or he totally avoids eye contact like just tryna act like people don’t get to him

i feel like he genuinely wouldn’t be popular

like yes matt dillon is FIIIIIINEEEE but looks arent everything to popularity

you gotta be willing to actually talk to people you think are cool

and when it takes short of a world war to get dallas to let his guard down, his circle is small

he def does have a reputation but i wouldn’t think he’s walking different friends to class every passing period

he just sticks to the same people cause that’s comfortable and he thinks that’s the only thing in his life that is stable🫡

two-bit:

i think we underestimate how much of A SUPER DUPER SENIOR TWO IS

LIKE 18 AND A HALF AND STILL A JUNIOR IS WILD

so when i tell you teachers either love him cause he been on campus for FOREVER now

or they absolutely despise him

i think in general teachers do like him cause he the typa guy that teachers use as an example of what not to do😟😭

definitely would eat lunch in his favorite teachers classroom and write the goofiest stuff on the chalkboards

steve:

it is so hard to hc steve omg

like i know my guy has nuances we don’t know about

but considering pony’s a little bitch and only rats on him for like half his description in the book

i think he just chills w soda yk

like they are suchhh a package deal

and it’s mutual

but steve’s the loudest of the gang, apart from two

whenever there’s like a get to know you thing in class he just says he likes cars like no other fact abt him is shared in front of the class LMAO

ANYWAYS TYSM FOR REQUESTINGGG🫶🫶

#the outsiders #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #the outsiders sodapop #darry curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews #matt dillon #sodapop curtis

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Middle of the Night | Part One

Synopsis : In the world you lived in, humans were not the only inhabitants of Earth. For years, you had fantasized about your homeroom teacher without knowing his true nature. At night, you thought and dreamed only of him, unaware of the weight of your actions. What will happen when you finally discover what he is?

Incubus : An incubus is an evil spirit or demon who appears in the masculine form to sexually prey on sleeping women during the night. An incubus is what the stories from ancient myths and folklore also characterize as an entity that could impregnate women or even kill people while they were sleeping.

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n.a : English is not my first language, so it’s possible that there are some mistakes that I missed while proofreading.

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It was early August. You were about to start your last year of college after five damn years. You were both excited and not so excited. On the one hand, you were excited to graduate and enter the working world. On the other hand, you were a bit nostalgic. You would never have the opportunity to set foot in a school again. When you attend your children's parents and teachers meetings, you will, if you ever have any. Which is not a priority in your life right now.

The last year of the university also means a lot of stress and workload. As an International Business student, your senior year included a six-month internship abroad. So you have already started researching and sending applications to different companies abroad. Your destinations: Bali, Malta, and the Maldives. For this last year, you wanted to make it big. Go to a dream destination. So far, you have not received a positive response from any company. At the same time, August had come and gone, so most of them would be closing for vacation if they weren't already.

So, preferring to forget everything you'll have to do at the beginning of the school year, you decided to focus on the present. You are in a relatively quiet place, far from the city center and all that goes with it. Your parents owned a cottage near a lake. Every summer, you meet there to spend some time together. The rest of the year, you lived on campus. You had a dorm room that you shared with a girl who had become a good friend of yours over the past five years.

Unfortunately, the family reunion was coming to an end. Tonight, your brothers returned to their respective homes. Your parents were also returning to work, but would stay until the next day.

"YN, set the table, please."

Your mother, a great and renowned chef, had asked you or yelled at you from the kitchen. You were lazy to get up from the couch, but you did it anyway to avoid your mother's wrath. This lunch will be your last family meal. The next one probably won't be until after the holidays. And even then, it's not sure.

"Did you hear? There was another attack last night." Your father said as he sat down after pouring himself a red wine.

The last few days had not been easy. Many bad things had happened, shattering the tranquility of the population. A group seemed to have decided to attack the people for no reason, just for fun. Who would do such a thing? Only crazy people would do such a thing.

"This time, a young she-wolf was the victim of their cruelty. Her body was found dumped near a river. Stripped of everything she had, including her clothes." As if to emphasize your father's words, the news reporter had begun to speak on the subject.

This young girl, a werewolf, had been reported missing two days before her body was found. She had been the victim of several waves of physical and sexual abuse before she was stabbed about twenty times. It appears that the fifteenth was fatal.

It had been seven generations since the truth had been revealed to the world. Humans were not the only ones living on Earth. Among them were all the creatures that had been legends until then. We are talking about vampires, werewolves, angels and demons, elves, goblins, and many other fantastic and supernatural beings. Besides, there were some supernatural beings in your class as well. Despite their nature and stereotypes, they were not harmful to all of this; on the contrary.

Vampires were often characterized as immortal, merciless, and bloodthirsty. But this was far from the truth. In reality, they fed on blood, but were not all insane. Most of them were civilized, sometimes even more so than humans. In fact, your roommate was a vampire. There was a little bit of everything in your class: werewolves, vampires, nymphs, elves, and muses.

There was even a rumor that your homeroom teacher was a demon, and not just any demon. An incubus. An incubus is a demon that appears at night to sexually assault its victims while they sleep. They are also said to suffocate their victims because of their weight.

Whether this is true or not, you don't know. You have never met one or had the opportunity to fool around with one. At least, that's what you thought until today.

Lying on your bed, you exchanged messages with your roommate Chung-Ae. So far, everything has been going well. The conversations often varied. Sometimes you talk about your day. Other times you got into crazy games, but you never imagined that Chung-Ae would drop such a bomb in your face.

< By the way, do you know what I discovered? Or at least what they told me?]

[No, but I guess I won't wait long for you to tell me. >

< Do you know how conservative the man is about his private life?]

[I would like to say that everyone is. >

< I know, but I don't know if you remember the day we had an integration day].

[I remember it very well. That was the day we found out that Mr. Jeon wasn't human >

< Right!]

[Yes. So what? >

< After several years, we finally found out what he is.]

In fact, you've never wondered more about the true nature of your homeroom teacher. For months, the curious student that you are had tried to guess who he was, but the answer was always negative. You had even given up hope of finding out, so you decided to give up and move on. The fact that Chung-Ae announced a supposed discovery to you piqued your curiosity.

< It seems that Mr. Jeon is a demon].

They were speechless. You didn't think that Mr. Jeon was a demon. Sure, he was unbearably attractive, but it was confirmed that the thought never crossed your mind.

< But not just any demon. An incubus.]

Damn. This just gets better and better.

Since freshman year, Mr. Jeon has been your homeroom teacher. Once a semester, you would meet with him to discuss your studies and progress. You could also ask him questions. Every time you met him, you felt a strong attraction to him. It was as if something invisible was pulling you toward him. You almost succumbed to temptation and jumped into his arms more than once. You didn't care about the consequences. But you also felt a certain reluctance on his part. You were sure that you were not the only one who felt this attraction, not just physically.

At the same time, how could you not fall for your teacher's charm? He was quite a man - a demon at that. His body was strong, and his arms were three times as long as yours. Not to mention his thighs, my God. Thick and muscular, so much so that his pants didn't let them go unnoticed. His buttocks were bulging and plump, like peaches. The shirts he wore during class shaped his arms and pecs. Sometimes his pecs would squeeze his shirt so tightly that the buttons threatened to pop off at any moment. It drove you crazy. You couldn't concentrate during those lessons. You prayed that the buttons would fall off by themselves so that you could see his mounts.

Mr. Jeon's face was like a marble sculpture. His pink lips were enticing, and the scar on his cheek made him even more attractive. His cinnamon eyes were enchanting. Every time your eyes met, you were lost in them without regret. Even once, you seemed to see a slight smile on the corner of his lips when you came to after getting lost in his eyes. But it was short-lived, and he returned to his posture so quickly that you thought you had imagined it all.

You spent the rest of the evening researching the Incubi. You wanted to know more about these dark but fascinating beings. Not only that, you made many exciting discoveries, but you knew that people could say whatever they wanted on the Internet, especially on blogs. So you only considered the information frequently appearing on various blogs and websites. This meant it was more likely to be a relevant and current fact or knowledge. You also read some testimonies of people who decided to share their sexual experiences with incubi and succubi - the female version of incubi.

From what you read, these demons were called sex demons for a reason. A night with them was a guaranteed night of madness. But one thing you noticed was that in none of these testimonies did anyone talk about feeling crushed by the incubus that visited them. This was a good sign and proof that, once again, you should not believe everything you read and see on the Internet.

Some witnesses had even admitted that incubi and succubi could attach themselves to mortals. It was something rare but still possible. Something almost impossible but still existing, the experts in fantastic and supernatural creatures, made a rather exciting discovery. To understand their findings, we must go back to the time of the revelation of the existence of these beings.

Before coming to the human world and trying to have relations with them, incubi and succubi had tried it with each other. As a result, the pleasure and the end result were not the same. They were unable to produce babies and ensure the continuity of their existence. In addition, both male and female parties are dominant by nature, so during intimate moments, neither wants to give up their place as dominant to their partner and thus become dominant. Seeing that nothing was being done, they decided to try their luck with humans, which was successful. Not only were they able to maintain their dominant status, but they were also able to ensure the future of their species. The succubus automatically produced succubus babies and incubus babies, while the humans could have incubus and succubus babies or human babies.

It was also possible for a human to become an incubus or succubus, but not vice versa. No one knew how this was possible, not even the specialists. Only incubi and succubi see the secret. Not many people change their nature, but sometimes some people do.

Some websites explain how to summon your incubus or succubus. It was also pointed out that he didn't have to do anything occasionally and that they would appear on their own when they felt your call and desire. You wondered if Mr. Jeon felt your urge for him at that moment. At this thought, you blushed on your bed in the dark.

Deciding it was time for bed, you looked at the clock before turning off your laptop. 2 h 55. Almost three in the morning. They say it's nearly time for the devil and the demons. Not wanting to think about it too much to avoid nightmares, you had turned off your computer before placing it on your bedside table. You were careful not to drop it during the night and then went to bed.

It had been a few years - about three years - since you'd had sex with a partner, and it was taking its toll. You were more stressed and nervous. Nothing made you feel better, and you were sexually frustrated. Still, the one-night stand wasn't really your thing. You also weren't a very romantic person. If you had the opportunity to sleep with someone, you would be frustrated that the person wasn't Mr. Jeon, but you wouldn't say no. In fact, at this point, you'd be stepping out of your comfort zone lest you lose your mind and sanity.

Finally, as you lay on your bed, you got a crazy urge to masturbate. So, without thinking, you take out the petroleum jelly in your drawer, which is more discreet than a typical tube of lubricant, in case your mother or a family member searches your drawer. When you got up, you went straight to your private bathroom. You opened the cabinet where you kept your towels, cosmetics, and bath products and took out a white plastic box with flowers. As you opened the box, you took out another small white box with the same numbers as the big one. Inside were some of your favorite little companions.

There was your precious little butterfly clitoral stimulator that you had in black. The part that stayed out was a clitoral massager. While attached to it was another vibrator. The part that was left out was a slight butterfly shape. This part was used to stimulate the outer interest of the clit. The part that went into the pussy was shaped like a penis, six centimeters long and twenty-seven millimeters in diameter. While the outer part massaged the clit, the glans massaged the G-spot. They were pretty happy with this little device. It was relatively quiet and discreet. Practical when you go to hotels or your parents' houses for parties or vacations. It was also waterproof, so you could use it in the shower or bath, but a little extra was that it came with a bit of remote control that allowed you to control the nine different vibration intensities. So far, you have not exceeded intensity number six, which was not bad.

Then there was your second baby in the box. A vibrator in the shape of a rose, red. It had two functions. In the center of the rose was a hole that allowed the function of sucking. While on the other side, a classic vibrator allowed me to stick it in the pussy. The suction mode was a nipple and/or clit stimulator. We could make a choice.

Like the previous one, it was waterproof, silent, and rechargeable with a USB cable. It was made of silicone and had ten vibration frequencies and five suction modes. It was one hundred and ninety-eight millimeters high and thirty-five millimeters wide. They had this little gem for two months and were not disappointed.

Then the last of the family. This time it was just a slight pink color. Unlike its big red sister, there was no hole in the center of this little jewel, only a tiny tongue. It might have been small, but it was still powerful, with nine different levels of tongue vibrations that could make you see stars.

But for tonight, your choice was quickly made. Since Chung-Ae told you about Mr. Jeon, your body has been on fire, and your brain has been replaying many not-so-Catholic scenarios with your teacher. Unlike your classmates or the women in your college, your attraction to Mr. Jeon wasn't just physical; far from it. It was also about his personality. He was calm and collected. He was patient with his students, including you. His goal was to push his students to be their best. He was also close to his students, always willing to help them. He was passionate about his work.

The more you thought about him, the more your body burned. You were almost feverish. So, without wasting more time, you grabbed your butterfly clitoris stimulator, and the red rose for a sucking effect. Thank God your three precious babies are quiet. You couldn't forget that your parents were still home and their room was down the hall.

Back on your bed, you reached for your nightstand to get some petroleum jelly. You had finally gotten rid of all the tissue that covered your body and prevented you from accessing your private parts.

Brushing your clit and slit with Vaseline to lubricate them well, you had done the same with the stimulator on the inner and outer regions. Before you lay on your back and finally started to relieve yourself and let your fantasies take over, you inserted the clit stimulator into your pussy. Like a dick, you had gently pushed the glans of the part going into you, careful to let it slide in and out as the length stretched you. You sighed as you felt every millimeter of the stimulator slide into you, creating a good feeling of pleasure.

It had been a while since you had used it, playing with the youngest of the family. How could you miss this little miracle? Even though it wasn't turned on, you felt pleasure as it slid into you. Picking up the small remote control of the stimulant, you press the first button to turn it on before pressing the second button, just below the previous one. Immediately, you felt movement and a little pressure on your external and internal clitoris, also known as the G-spot. The intensity was not the craziest, but you all felt pleasure. This rhythm is perfect when there are two of you, and the other wants to torture his partner, making him want more than anything else.

Besides, your mind was already starting to produce scenes with you and your favorite teacher. Mr. Jeon. This man-made everyone addicted to him without even touching them. To fully immerse yourself in the illusion your mind was projecting, you had to be more comfortable before closing your eyes. The images in your mind were crystal clear. You might have believed it was all real if you hadn't known it was all a mirage. A reality you wouldn't mind.

You saw Mr. Jeon standing in front of you with his shirt off. You could finally see his body without any barrier hiding the magnificent view of his body. Only his lower body seemed covered by black sports pants that fit him well in all parts. All without exception. Seeing the shape of his cock pressed against the fabric of his pants, you were sure he wasn't wearing any underwear. The thought alone was enough to make you salivate. The way he stood in front of you, legs slightly apart, showed how much his family jewels must have weighed.

The look in his eyes burned your skin every time he paid attention to you. The room was dark, but the window was open, and the breeze came in, caressing parts of your body you were not used to feeling.

The only light source was the moon's faint rays, causing a silvery glow on the floor, part of the wall, and one side of your teacher's face.

A thread of light was also on your body, illuminating the most essential and intimate part of you. Neither of you broke the peaceful silence, although it was full of sexual tension.

Your teacher was delighted with the sight before him. You lay naked on your bed, your body trembling with desire for him and his cock.

The trickle of light that caressed your skin didn't let you see much, but he didn't care because the part that interested him more came to the fore. You had spread your legs wide, allowing him to see your pussy unhindered. Your wetness flowed from your slit and slid gently down your butt hole. Your clit was swollen with the excitement of seeing the man who haunted your nights and thoughts, even when you were awake. When you noticed that your teacher had his eyes fixed on your womanhood, your pussy clenched in anticipation of the man's cock - supposedly a lust demon - standing at the foot of your bed.

He didn't do anything. As he looked at you, you felt pleasure in your pussy and inside. You couldn't stand the weight of his dark, lustful gaze on you. You were about to lose your mind. He had to do something. Your desire for him only increased. You wanted to get up and jump on him once and for all. You needed to feel his hands on your skin. Furthermore, you wanted to feel his lips on yours. His writing is around your neck, putting gentle pressure on it, slightly cutting off the oxygen in your system, making you lose your mind.

"Please." It was the only thing you felt able to say in the state you were in.

You'd seen a smile form on his lips - as if his pants had magically disappeared. He was naked in all his glory. Adonis had nothing on. Mr. Jeon looked as if he had been carved from the finest marble in the world. His skin was flawless, and he didn't have a single hair on his chest, which made his skin look smooth. His caramel color drove you crazy. You wanted to taste it, to bite into it. Mark him as yours and no one else's.

He crawled onto the bed and approached you. He was standing over you, but he didn't touch you. All you could feel was the warmth of his body against yours and his musky, masculine scent caressing your nose. Enough to make you lose your mind even more. Holding on to his inactivity, you lifted your hand from the mattress to place your palm against his cheek. You moved his face closer to yours. Your teacher thwarted your plans when he grabbed your wrist and pinned it to the mattress above your head.

"No." Her voice was deep and husky, perfect for setting your body on fire even more. "Just be patient, you little bitch." He'd whispered, his lips caressing yours as he spoke to you. "You'll get what you deserve. In time. For now, let me enjoy you as you should." Then he sealed your lips. His other free hand was immediately on your womanhood.

Mr. Jeon wasted no time in getting to the point.

He began to move down your body until he reached the desired area. Jeon could see that your clit and lower lips were swollen with excitement. Sniffing your pussy, he loved the smell that came from that area. It wasn't the smell that all humans smelled, but as an incubus, he was given something more. Something more attractive, perfect for him. But that smell also pointed to something else he had been searching for, for a long time.

"Finally. I've got you." Without giving you time to understand what he was saying, he had fallen full mouth on your pussy. His expert tongue had gone straight to your slit to taste your nectar. And you were creamy, just the way he liked it. Feeling the touch of his tongue on your pussy, you let out a not-so-discreet moan as your hand came to rest on the top of his head, grabbing his hair. Jeon had moaned against your intimacy, making his mouth vibrate and increasing your pleasure.

He had no mercy. He devoured you greedily, as if he'd been deprived of you for a long time. "Mr. Jeon." You tried to moan quietly to not wake your parents, but it was mission impossible. This man was driving you crazy. Jeon doubled his intensity in response, alternating wildly between your clit and slit, getting you wet simultaneously. He licked, sucked, and penetrated you with his tongue. Your pelvis kept moving, and Jeon tried to hold it to the mattress, but you kept moving in pleasure, making him grunt increasingly, his mouth still glued to your privates.

You weren't far from climaxing. But you didn't want to come with Mr. Jeon's tongue around you. You tried to go around his cock. To feel it deep inside you while he was beating you fervently. "No." You protested just before you came.

"Patience, baby. I'm not done with you yet." You were relieved. You didn't want it to end so soon. Not to mention you hadn't had a chance to taste it yet. "Come on, my tongue, baby. I got you." His hands moved under your thighs, which were raised, to get a better grip on you before he doubled his licks.

"Mr. Jeon." You had surrendered to pleasure. Your body shook all over. Mr. Jeon continued his licking and sucking even though you were sensitive. With your hand still gripping your teacher's hair, you tried to push his head away, but he didn't move a muscle. "Way too much."

You'd pleaded, but he'd continued anyway. He collected all the wetness dripping from your slit, swallowing it as if it were the only thing he was allowed to drink from, and it had been too long since he had been deprived of it.

When Mr. Jeon felt that he had lapped you up, he raised his head and looked straight into your eyes. His eyes were dark and full of desire. As he got down on his knees in front of you, between your legs, you saw his hard cock. Long and thick. At that moment, you wondered if you could take it inside you. Your doubts were short-lived as your teacher fell over you, pressing your lips together in a lazy, searing kiss. His tongue had found an unhindered refuge in your mouth. You could taste yourself on it. Strangely, you didn't mind.

Your body had arched against his as you felt your slit invaded by his long fingers. Followed by another, then another. With three fingers inside you, you felt complete. Mr. Jeon was excited to see your reaction. He loved the way your body responded to his. His cock trembled as it touched your walls, tightening and swallowing his fingers even more. "Fuck." He'd said as he broke your kiss.

Feeling you sufficiently spread and ready to receive him, he had removed his fingers from your lower cavity before taking them into his mouth and sucking his fingers. He didn't want to waste any of your juices. It was far too precious to him. When he had nothing left on his fingers, he took his cock in his hand before pumping it. Your buttocks that had roamed over your lover's body had ended their trajectories on his well-rounded, plump, and firm buttocks. One of them had positioned between your two bodies before pushing his hand. Once there was nothing between you and her member, you'd taken it in your hand. "Oh yeah."

His head tilted back as you pumped his member with your hand. To make it better for Mr. Jeon, you'd stopped all movement before running your hand over your pussy, catching the wetness that leaked out before running it over his glans, lubricating it. "Fuck." Your hand slid over his hardened member with greater ease. As you moved your hand back and forth over his cock, you tightened your grip around it a little. "Just like that, baby. Keep going." His voice was hoarse as he encouraged you to continue.

Your teacher rested his face on your neck, then let your wet kisses fall on that area. One of your weaknesses was kissing the neck. Whether during intimate moments - like now - or just an innocent kiss. And if the neck kiss was accompanied by a hug from behind, that was the holy grail for you. You loved the feeling of arms wrapped protectively around your waist as your back was pressed against your partner's chest. It made you feel protected.

Your teacher juggled kisses on your shoulder and neck. Sometimes he'd move up to your earlobe and nibble on it. "Baby, don't stop." He begged you, and you loved the control he gave you over him. It wasn't easy for an incubus - if he ever was one - not to have the upper hand in the situation. That Mr. Jeon let you have the upper hand right now proved that he had some confidence and ease with you.

Your movements on Mr. Jeon's cock caused the tip of his glans to brush against your clit, giving you pleasure as well. You continued to pump him, but this time you weren't satisfied with just grazing the clit, but took advantage of the fact that you were in control to push the tip of his glans into your slit as well. "You like playing with my cock, don't you?" He had whispered in your ear in a deep, husky voice, sending a million shivers down your body. "You like to torture yourself by pushing my glans into you." You didn't answer, too busy pumping him and teasing the entrance to your privates. You wiggled your pelvis every time the tip of his penis made contact with your tunnel, increasing your pleasure.

Although he had allowed you to be in control until now, Mr. Jeon felt it was high time he took the reins back. So he took advantage of the moment when you titillated your slit by thrusting the tip of his glans into you to move your hand away from his length and thrust into you. Not expecting this from him, you let out a cry of pleasure. "Did you think I would always let you be in control?" You were no longer able to answer him. He was hammering fast and hard inside you. "Did you think I would let you use my cock to pleasure yourself, you little minx?"

Mr. Jeon grabbed your leg before placing it on his shoulder. "You were wrong." His hand had found its way around your neck as he pounded into you. You wanted to hold on to him, but didn't get the chance. Mr. Jeon again pinned your hands above your head as he continued his movements. "You wanted to torture both of us. Now suffer the consequences, baby." You started to whimper helplessly.

You were out of control. You knew you had a good chance of waking your parents, but you didn't care if you got caught right now. All you cared about was the pleasure your teacher was giving you.

His movements became wilder. He fucked you as hard as you loved. "Take me like the good girl you are." His grip had tightened a little.

Inside, you could feel his cock twitching, signaling that he was at the same stage as you, not far from your climax. "Mr. Jeon," he had kissed you on the mouth, cutting you off. "I know, baby. I can feel it." Your prey closed around your teacher's cock, choking him, making his hip movements harder and harder.

Finding it harder to keep your moans at a discreet volume, you'd found a way to keep yourself from waking the whole house.

Concentrating on running after your climaxes, your teacher had been surprised to feel your teeth sink into his shoulder, making him hiss and grunt. The pain of your bite mixed with his pleasure, causing him to convulse on top of you, emptying his balls into your pussy. Your partner's grunts, combined with his movements, were the cause of your orgasm.

The walls of your pussy clung to Mr. Jeon's cock, giving him tenfold pleasure. But he didn't stop moving his pelvis. He tried to make you feel it to the end without missing anything. As for Mr. Jeon, he was satisfied. You had bitten him. Even if the skin was not pierced, in his world, when two lovers bite each other during the act, it is a sign of ambivalence between violence and affection. The eternal duality between Eros, love, and Thanatos, death. It stimulates the wild and primitive side of each of the living. Mainly when these bites occur during the intimate moment between two beings - human, demon, or other - the most exciting places are the collarbone, the neck, the lips, the thighs, the buttocks, the breasts, and finally, the wrists. But it also meant that the other belonged to us.

"Wow." You didn't have enough words to describe how breathtaking it was. So much so that your legs still shook, and you had trouble regulating your breathing. Mr. Jeon was quite a man. He had everything to please everyone, women and men alike. Tonight, you had seen the duality Mr. Jeon had in him. In the eyes of everyone, he was a brilliant, talented, and dedicated man. He helped everyone who needed it. But once inside the four walls, this man was a demon. He knew how to put aside his dominant side to let his partner enjoy the power. The power to give pleasure to the other.

But he knew when to take control and dominate his partner. He wasn't rough, but firm and confident in his movements and words. His words were enough to make you lose your mind. And his voice. God, his voice. Hoarse and deep, just the way you liked it. When he spoke, your stomach would twist in all directions from the desire he was arousing in you, making you wet your pants. How often had you left his class with your panties soaked from excitement? It had happened so many times that you had lost count. Just thinking about it made you want a second round.

When you turned your head to look at Mr. Jeon, who was still lying on the mattress next to you, you saw him looking at you with that damned smile. You didn't have to speak for Jeon to understand what you wanted. Your body and your eyes betrayed you.

Positioned on his side facing you, still in Adam's outfit, your teacher had moved his face to yours before kissing your lips softly. "Soon, baby." His lips had brushed yours before they pulled away. When you opened your eyes again - you didn't even realize you'd closed them - you saw her figure slowly disappear. A pang of sadness and disappointment washed over you as you watched him slowly disappear. And yet, a sweet smile remained on his lips, showing his buck teeth. A smile you loved so much.

"No!" At the same time, your eyes opened, and you abruptly sat down on your bed. A wave of frustration washed over you as you came to your senses and realized that everything you had experienced with Mr. Jeon was just a dream. A damned plan, but it seemed natural. You didn't understand anything. You didn't even remember falling asleep. When you looked at the side of the bed where Mr. Jeon was lying, you saw your sex toys and the bottle of Vaseline.

When did you take it off?

You couldn't remember anything except the dream with your teacher. Your skin seemed to remember as well. You could still feel Mr. Jeon's touch on your skin. His hand had been all over your body. His lips had dominated yours, and you could feel that too. Your intimacy was still sore, remembering Mr. Jeon's abuse.

Everything was very confusing. But it was already very late - or relatively very early. It was seven o'clock in the morning, but you felt like you hadn't slept at all. Your body was crying out for rest, so you listened. You decided to postpone your little investigation. As soon as your head made contact with the pillow, your eyes closed, and you returned to dreamland.

Lying on his back in bed, Mr. Jeon stared at the ceiling of his room and smiled stupidly. He had finally found what he was looking for. Jeon was determined not to let it out of his sight again. Now he was sure that he had found the right person. For years, he had had doubts, but not anymore.

You were the one he had been looking for, for so many years. And it was only a matter of time before he claimed you and made you his forever.

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quickienewyork · 1 year

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The Yes Rule

Thinking back, there may have been signs that day of what was to come. Warnings might have sounded and alarms gone off, but for us it was just a game. We were two young people enjoying each other’s bodies and playing with a reckless abandon I sometimes wish I still had. Each time we delved into something taboo it was with a smile and a laugh like it was only for fun. We fantasized about everything, but it was a dream, and not once did I stop to worry that we might somehow go too far.

“Let’s make a promise,” she said later that afternoon, lying naked against me. I was playing with her hair and she was gently touching my limp cock with a sympathetic look.

“I’m not going to marry you,” I said.

“Fuck you, that’s not what I mean. It’s not that kind of promise. I just think that we have this one chance, do you know what I mean? I’m going back to school in the fall, and you’re going to get a job, grow up, and become super boring, so why don’t we have fun this summer?”

“I was planning on having fun this summer,” I told her.

“Yeah, but let’s do whatever we want.”

“What do you want to do?” I asked dreamily.

“You’re not listening.” She sat up and stared at me. She was deadly serious. “Let’s make a promise that we’ll do whatever we want. I mean, if you want something I’ll do it. And if I want something you’ll do it too. No matter what.”

“So, if I want to spank you until you cry, I can do that?”

“Yeah, if you want to be boring,” she said. “I mean anything, Jack! Like if there’s something you always wanted to try but were afraid of, then we’ll do it. Or we’ll make it happen. It doesn’t have to be just us.”

“You mean anything at all?” It was my turn to sit up and look at her. “Like if I want to fuck Rachel while you watch, then I should do it?”

“You don’t want to fuck Rachel, but yes. I mean, we don’t need to make a list, but if suddenly you want to fuck me on the street then you do it. If you want to piss on the subway track then you do it. If I want to blow the next bouncer who won’t let us in, then I do it too.”

I closed my eyes and tried to think of something to say that would shock her. It was a good idea, but it was a high school idea. It was one of those things you thought up at eighteen to make yourself feel like a rebel. It was like a bad game of truth or dare where all the players can think to do is kiss each other and feel like they’re breaking a rule.

“What if I want to fuck my ex-girlfriend?” I asked.

“Then fuck her. I get to be there though. That’s part of the deal. Everything we do, we do together.”

“So, you want to watch?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I want to hold her down as you do it. Maybe I want to beat her ass with your belt as she rides your cock, and then make her eat my pussy.” Jane was quiet as she said it, but there was a grin on her face that I loved. I pulled her closer to me until she was sitting on my lap facing me. Her legs wrapped behind me, and I pressed my chest against hers before kissing her lips.

“I could push her head into your cunt as I fuck her from behind, and you could pull her hair.”

“I could fist her as she sucks your cock, or you could fuck her ass while I slap her face and call her a whore.”

“You are a very dirty girl,” I whispered as I felt myself growing hard again. “What do you want to do?”

“I want to fuck my senior year english teacher,” she whispered. “I want you to bring me to his apartment when his wife is away, and I want you to watch me fuck him until he’s just about to come. I want to stop when he’s almost there and then make him watch you eat my pussy on his bed without touching himself.”

“You’re mean, too,” I said, lifting her enough to drop her back down onto my now hard cock.

“You don’t seem to mind too much.” She circled her hips, and kissed me again. “Now, what else do you want?”

I understood the game then, and that’s just what I thought it was. She was going to push until she found something I didn’t like, and I was supposed to do the same. It was foreplay, or fantasy, and I could get as creative as anyone, but I had to step it up.

“I want your ass,” I said.

“Lame,” came her response.

“I want to fuck you in a cab while the driver watches,” I tried.

“Better,” she said, fucking me faster. “But still somewhat pathetic.”

“I want to steal your father’s suit and listen to you call me Daddy again,” I said, this time digging my hands into her skin as I thrust up into her cunt.

“You’re almost there.”

“What the fuck do you want from me?” I yelled as I bit into her shoulder.

“Something better,” she said. “Something harder. Something true.”

“I want to fuck your little sister,” I blurted out. “I’ve never even met her, but I don’t care. I want to fuck her tight pussy until she cries.”

Jane began to come instantly....

-Guy

From my very disturbing (and super hot) novella, The Yes Rule

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lgcminseo · 3 months

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END OF THE YEAR REVIEW ⋮ 2023

“WHAT WERE SOME OF YOUR GREATEST ACCOMPLISHMENTS THIS YEAR AND OUT OF ALL OF THEM, WHICH ONE WAS THE MOST MEMORABLE ONE FOR YOU?”

"It has been a whirlwind since the moment I was chosen to be in Future Dreams." She brings her hands together, briefly forming a circle and separates it with an attempt of voicing out a sound effect of an explosion. "I didn't think I had a chance, nor did I think that I would get to the finale and end up chosen as a member of the group. I felt like an underd⁠— I still do, but I have decided to look ahead. There is no point on focusing on negative energy." She firmly nods, recalling the advice her father told her when the competition show was filming. She crosses her arms over her chest, swaying a bit to keep herself from mumbling more. "I didn't mean to go on a tangent."

"To answer the question, I feel like the most pinch-me moments where finally debuting with the members and getting that notification that the first music video was out. Our first award... I only regret not holding it in. I should really stop crying." Her lower lips juts out into a pout, glancing out the window when the gray clouds roll in and the warm light of the room becomes more noticeable. "I still can't believe we debuted, took part of a concert, and debuted in a unit too. I'm seriously so honored to have been able to share the stage with Fabula. It would have to be that, right? My most memorable moment..."

“WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR PERSONAL GOALS FOR 2024?”

"Personal goals... Maybe to speak less?" She suggests with a soft laugh, sinking into her seat for a moment. Don't be rude, Minseo. Her mom's voice interjects her thoughts, forcing her to sit upright with passable posture. "I'm thinking of taking my CSATs and applying for uni... It seems like a challenge, which I enjoy. If I get in to any program, please remind me that I have to actually attend classes and do homework. It might deter me from my foolish endeavors." She snorts at her phrasing, idly shaking her foot underneath the table. "Actually, I want to become better at English, and start working out again. It would be fun to try different activities. I'll be honest.. I'm only doing it to buy cute workout clothes. I want to travel by myself too. I think that will be an interesting challenge, especially if I have to actually disconnect from the internet."

“IN THE GROUP, WHAT DO YOU CONSIDER YOUR BIGGEST WEAKNESS AND WHAT CAN YOU DO TO IMPROVE ON IT?”

"My weakness?" She quints, suppressing the smile from forming on her lips. "I could be better at dancing, but I'm singer so..." She waves her hand almost as if dispersing her response from the air. "If I had to be specific, I would say variety, but I don't really have an interest in going to variety shows... It's a good skill to have. I'm not denying it. I should work on it, but if I do have to go to workshops, I think I would really want to focus on hosting since one of my goals for the upcoming year is to actually host something. Anything. You can tell them that I'll host puppy adoptions if they want or a senior citizens mixer..."

“AS A GROUP, WHAT DO YOU HOPE TO ACCOMPLISH IN THE NEXT YEAR OR TWO?”

"Would world domination suffice as an answer?" A soft giggle escapes her lips, resting her cheek on the palm of her hand. "I want us to have another successful comeback, and maybe after our fourth comeback... We can hold our first stadium concert!" What was too much? Too unrealistic... "I really want us to always have fun and enjoy living in the moment, but our goals can be hopeful too and not burdensome. I want us to be proud of our music, and be able to utilize our songs as the unique way we communicate between our group and our fans. We shouldn't forget that we are able to influence others, especially our generation. I want to be a good influence, but that doesn't mean we hide away our flaws either..."

#lgc:yearend2023

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thesugarclubs-blog · 1 year

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Since We're Alone - AU Steve Harrington x OC

warnings: college au, secret love, pen pals, steve harrington fluff

word count: 9.4k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1307057552-since-we%27re-alone-audra

Masterlist

Audra slipped her letter into the copy of IT by Stephen King and slid back into her study cubicle. She wrapped her wavy blonde hair back off her face with a scrunchie and tugged a few chunks loose to avoid a major headache as she crammed for her English final.

Instead of opening her notes, the ones she really should have opened, she flipped to the back of her journal and gathered the bundle of letters between her fingers.

A stack almost as thick as the journal itself, it tumbled messily onto the desk and she worked to bring them all back together in the order she had received them.

The first had come earlier that year when she had checked out IT over Christmas break. Sitting alone in her dorm while the campus went quiet and was blanketed with snow she decided to write a letter to no one.

She had just been sad and wanted to do something that made her feel a little less alone.

So she wrote to no one about her Christmas break. Wrote about her classes and her heart. She wrote until the page was filled, front and back. Then slipped the letter into the copy of IT and returned it.

Two months later, she had been sitting in the same cubicle she was now when a strange feeling bloomed in her heart. Like the spring air had whispered to her soul, check the book.

And she did. There between chapters fourteen and fifteen was a letter that she had not written.

That was over a year ago.

She unfolded the last one, running her fingers over the page, and smiled. She had been making a list. Trying to narrow down her options of who her secret pen pal might be. She knew he was an athlete, she sometimes found herself wondering if his hair smelled of chlorine from the swim team or if he was on the basketball team and had stinky feet.

The list had only made her more aware of everyone around her. The little things they did that had been mentioned in the letters. Even going as far as making a list of seniors he may be.

“Hey, Audra!” A voice called for her from across the library. Eddie stood, dark hair pulled into a half bun, with his arm around Robin Buckley, “you coming to the party tonight?”

The librarian shushed him and he stuck his tongue out at her.

“Maybe,” she shrugged, stifling a giggle.

“What do you mean maybe? Audra, this is one of the biggest parties of the semester, you have to come!” Robin groaned, crouching down to look at her friend. “Don’t leave me here with Munson”

Audra laughed, and shook her head, “Robin, every single party cannot be the quote biggest party of the semester unquote”

As much as she loved her friends, these two were always on the dramatic side of everything. It was one of the reasons Audra had become such good friends with them, but sometimes, even she couldn’t give in to it.

“Besides I have my final next week that I have no idea what I need to study for,” she sighed, gesturing to the litter of books in front of her.

Eddie pursed his lips and cocked an eyebrow at her, “Come on Buckley, she’s not coming. She’s going to sit here and craft a letter to book boy” he said with a roll of his eyes.

Audra scowled, and sucked in a deep breath, trying to hide a soft smile that was threatening to form, “First of all, I told you not to call him that, second of all, that’s not all I’m going to do! I really do need to study!”

“No, what you neeeed to do is come have fun and hang out with your friends! All you ever do is sit in this library! We miss you! You’re the sane one!” Robin begged.

“Ok, I will make you deal! Come back in a little while, and if I’ve gotten enough done, I will come with you, deal? But you have to let me work first!” She pointed between Eddie and Robin.

Robin groaned which earned her another scowl from the librarian. “Fine,” she took a big breath. “But if you don’t show up and you left me alone with this-,” she pointed at Eddie who was drawing something into a book, his tongue licking his upper lip as he was concentrating on whatever masterpiece he was creating, “-I’m gonna kill you.”

Audra smiled and bit her bottom lip. “Come on, Eddie is fun! You’ll have a great time, I promise.” She tried to encourage her best friend.

“Edward Munson!” The librarian suddenly shouted.

Eddie’s eyes widened, “I think we need to go,” he looked at Robin.

“What did you do?” She rolled her eyes at him.

“Nothing,” he lied and grabbed her arm. “Come on, let's go.”

“Is that what I think it is?” The librarian walked towards Eddie who grinned.

The last time he was here, he had drawn a picture of the librarian into the book, picking her nose and eating dog poop.

“You look great today, Mrs. Watts,” he slowly stepped backward but couldn’t suppress a charming grin. Audra and Robin tried not to laugh at Mrs. Watts’ angry expression.

“That’s it, Mr. Munson. Get out!”

Eddie saluted her before he winked at Audra. “Later Audry,” and left the library.

Robin turned to Audra again. “I’m gonna go with him before he starts drawing me.”

“Okay,” Audra smiled. Robin said goodbye and ran after the curly head.

She sat back in her cubicle, staring down at the letters. There was so much she needed to study and get done before Eddie and Robin at some point came barrelling back into the library and dragged her out by her feet. But instead, she picked up one of the letters, and an involuntary smile spread across her lips.

Dear bookworm,

I can't believe you haven't seen Animal House. It's a classic and everyone should see it. I won't let that affect your coolness level though so don't worry about that.

Audra laughed softly, the little doodled smiley face next to the words winked back at her.

About what you said in your last letter, you aren't alone. It's easy to let those dark clouds follow you but at some point, they're gonna break and when they do....man it'll feel like the sky for once feels beautiful again.

She gnawed on her lip, staring down at the words. It wasn't that she felt totally alone. She had Robin and Eddie, but she did spend all of her time in the library. Studying, reading, planting herself in the corner where she could see the spot It lived on its dedicated shelf. Hoping for a glimpse of whoever was writing back to her.

Sometimes she'd sit there for hours and wonder what he looked like. At least she thought it was a man. His favorite movie was Animal House. There was no way it wasn't a man.

But who?

Once you get that feeling back, you'll be unstoppable. I know it.

She smiled, running her thumb over the last few words before trailing down to where it was signed, Batman.

Another laugh left her lips, she still never understood why he signed as Batman, but she thought it was cute and endearing.

She folded the letter back up neatly, following the creases that get more pronounced with each time she revisits them.

A soft, almost defeated sigh left her lips as she piled them all back up wondering whether her Batman cherished each one of their written interactions as much as she did. If he too had them stacked up somewhere, running to them when he needed refuge from real life.

Audra certainly hoped the answer to that was yes. Maybe his response to today’s letter will be the confirmation. She hinted at the possibility of them meeting up in person not necessarily now, but soon. Of finally finding out who their rainbows in the dark were.

She shook her head and bit back the hopeful smile that graced her lips at the thought. Pulling out her book and pens, she opened up her notes to the review questions she’d been answering over the week hoping she’d be able to get them finished in the next few hours.

A few pages into her reading, three questions down and what felt like just ten minutes later she heard some loud shushing and muffled laughs coming from the front of the library. Audra popped her head up from her cubicle and rolled her eyes in annoyance when she was met with a few of the swim team being reprimanded by Mrs. Watts.

One of the boys stepped forward, running a hand through the still wet honey tinted curls that framed his face and an apologetic smile on his face.

“I’ll keep them quiet Mrs. Watts I promise, they’re just a little riled up after practice but I’m just gonna look for something real quick.”

A string of snickers came from his teammates and Audra let out a huff as she closed her book and stuffed her things in her bag to leave. As she made to leave, goldilocks rounded the corner of her aisle and gave her a tight smile.

“Hey Harrington, isn’t that the quiet chick with the weird name from Women's Studies?” One of the jocks pointed at her with a ring-laden finger and a sick smile. “She’s always whining about campus not being safe and having it out with the prof? You know that class is for idiots and people who need free credit right?” He yelled at her from where he leaned back on one of the tables.

“Sorry,” he raised a hand bumping his fist awkwardly against the steel shelf. “They don’t know when to shut up,” he looked back at his friends waving his long fingers and black wristwatch at them in a motion that looked like a silent shut up. “There’s not usually anyone back here,” he pointed to the horror section sign that was roughly taped to the shelf.

Audra sighed, trying not to get too annoyed that her safe space had been invaded by a gaggle of wet idiots but he wasn’t wrong. The casual reads section was small, typically covered in dust, and untouched by the general population of campus.

She looked him over, the tight grey shirt around his chest tugged funny around his biceps like he was purposefully wearing a size too small. “It’s Audrey right?” he flashed her a smile.

“Audra,” she corrected him. “Listen, I don’t know why you’re in the library but I’m just going to leave. Give you space to do whatever it is you’re all planning on doing in here,” she looked nervously past his shoulder to the guys tossing a textbook back and forth over the head of a flustered-looking brunette.

“I was just looking for a book,” he said, pulling a shocked laugh from her lips. “What?” His brows furrowed together and he stepped closer, causing her to startle and slip her bag over her shoulder a little quicker.

“Nothing, it’s funny. I didn’t think any of you could read,” she quipped, tucking her hands into the sweater she wore and making to leave.

“Ouch,” Steve looked at her like her words had an effect on him.

She walked past him, ignoring his reaction completely. On her way out she brushed his shoulder lightly - more his chest because of how tall he was - and walked out of there as fast as she could until she heard her name being called from across the room.

“Audra!” he called. She turned around, curiosity washing over her.

“You coming with us to the party tonight?” he smiled and his friends started to burst out into laughter.

She knew he wasn’t serious about the invite. His friends made that clear. She rolled her eyes and walked out of the building, trying not to think too much about the interaction with “King Steve Harrington”. She couldn’t stand him and his perfect life. He would never know what it’s like to live her life, much less understand it.

Growing up as an only child in the trailer park wasn’t the best kind of childhood someone could have. Her parents were alcoholics who one day had sex without protection. They never wanted a child and they made that clear whenever they had the chance.

A single tear left Audras cheek as she walked home, thinking about one of the letters she got one day. The first one, to be exact.

Hey to whoever wrote this, I hope this text reaches you.

I don’t know if you expected an answer to your letter but well, here we are…or I am, to be exact. I don’t even know how to begin. I’m sorry, I’m really bad at this!

But I understand! I understand that you feel like you’re alone. I feel like that almost every day no matter how many people surround me. My parents weren’t the best people either. I’ll spare you the details but I want you to know that you’re not alone.

Sometimes I wish for someone to pull me out of my misery, and I don’t know…maybe one day someone will? Maybe until then, we just have to keep being ourselves, right?

I don’t know if you’ll ever find this letter but if you do, I hope it dries your tears a little. Maybe we can be each other's shore when we feel like drowning again…

It’s going to be okay.

P.S. I don’t know if I should sign with my name so I’ll just sign it with Batman.

-Batman

For an entire year, she'd been writing back and forth with whoever this Batman was. Exchanging vague secrets, comforting the other. It had been a whole year of not feeling misunderstood.

She wanted to find out who it was. The anticipation each week of getting another letter was taking her over. Though, deep down Audra was scared of unmasking her mystery man. They didn't know who she was either and though she wasn't horrible to look at, she also wasn't the most popular person at school.

Audra made her way home, climbing the long stairs up to her door and heading straight to her room. Tossing a 'Hello' to anyone that would listen downstairs and mainly just to give a signal that she was home. When no one answered back, she nodded once and headed up to her room. Tossing her bag onto her bed and falling back into the sheets next to it. Staring up at her ceiling she sighed.

"Who are you?"

***

A soft pang of pain rang through his chest at the insult that so easily slipped from her soft pink lips.

Not that anyone would ever take him seriously but he actually loves reading for pleasure and doesn’t do all that bad with his schoolwork either.

He’s always understood these stereotypes come with the territory of “being a jock” but it doesn’t mean it gets any better to hear those assumptions and especially coming from her.

Steve had always seen her hanging out with Robin and Eddie around campus but they’d never really interacted much aside from quick glances or waves as one arrived and the other walked away. Almost like they were working opposite shifts. He wished it wasn’t that way though, she’d always intrigued him. So smart and well-spoken in class - all business, yet so carefree as she laughed heartily in the courtyard with his best friends, her soft brown eyes sparkling under the rays of the afternoon sun.

His face softened with a smile as he called her back before she was completely out of sight.

“You coming with us to the party tonight?” he asked, his smile faltering just as quickly as she continued on her way without answering him.

His face fell as he watched her leave but he shook the feeling off before turning to his teammates dismissing their rowdiness and finding his way to the barely visited casual reads section in hopes of finding a new letter from his bookworm.

“Yeah Billy,” Steve waved him off, still looking for It.

He found it as soon as he focused on it, tugging it by the binding from the shelf into his hands. It fell open where the letter was shoved into the shine and he found himself smiling. He looked back at his friends and tucked the book under his arm, wandering toward the window sill that overlooked the campus courtyard.

He flipped open the folded paper and lifted it to his nose, lavender and rose. He felt awkward smelling the paper but he couldn’t help it, it was like every fiber of her was trapped in the ink.

Batman,

You wrote about being put on a pedestal by your team, and the pressures of it. I can’t say that I know the feeling, most people tease me for excelling but if I could be there to encourage you I would say something inspirational and kind.

I would tell you that all of your teammates look up to you, not because you’re tough or athletic but because you inspire them to be better by just being you. I wish you would tell me what team you play for so I could at least be there to cheer you on.

Is it because you're on the chess team? I won’t tease you, I promise.

Steve laughed, shaking his head he rubbed the paper between his fingers and chewed on his lip. He could feel the eyes of his friends on him, waiting for him to make the call about the party.

There is so much more to you than just your athleticism, I see your heart and if others had the chance to see it, they would understand. No matter the outcome this weekend, remember that you are so much more than just a jock.

I wish we could meet each other, was scratched out on the next line and Steve sighed. Even if he was brave enough to meet her, to tell her who he really was, the second she found out she would most likely hate him. He just wanted to know what color her eyes were when she smiled and how soft her hair was, the smell of her shampoo, and the sound of her laugh.

“Harrington,” Billy shouted, “this library smells like your mom's underwear drawer! Let’s go get something that smells like daisies and sugar.”

“You’re disgusting,” Steve folded the paper and forced a laugh as he walked back toward the group, his eyes lingering back to the shelf where he left his heart.

“Whatever, Harrington, you know you want it,” Billy commented, stepping closer to him and grinding his hips forward at Steve.

Rolling his eyes, Steve placed his hands on his hips and sucked in a deep breath as his eyes kept flickering around the library. “You guys go ready for the party, I’ll be there soon, I just have to find this dumb book for English class.”

“You serious, dude?” Jason frowned, looking confused with the rest of the team.

“Yeah, I’m serious. Some of us have scholarships to keep, we didn’t just get here because daddy’s the dean,” Steve snipped.

Small murmurs came from the team as they slowly all left the library, looking confused at their captain. Truth be told, he really did have a book to find for that class, but he still had a week before he had to worry about it. This was more important. Once his teammates were gone, he finally let a soft smile grace his lips, and swiped his hand through his honey colored hair, as he looked at the letter once more.

Steve looked around the shelves to make sure he was by himself, before making his way back to the desk, grabbing a pen and a spare piece of paper he had tucked in his pocket, just in case. Pulling her letter out, he ran his eyes over the words, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he read and breathing out a small laugh.

No matter the outcome this weekend, remember that you are so much more than just a jock.

There was that pang in his chest once more. Someone finally said the words that he’d been longing to hear for a long time. Even if she was just words on a piece of paper right now, she understood him more than anyone else in his life.

He twirled the pen in his fingers, huffing out a small breath as he thought of what he’d write back.

Hey Bookworm,

I still don’t know how you do it but you always manage to put a smile on my face and I appreciate that more than you’ll probably ever come to know.

Not the chess team no, but I got a good laugh in about that. Never learned, if you know though maybe you could teach me someday. I do look kind of like a wet dog after practices maybe that’ll help you narrow down the search…

He scribbled a smiley face with a wink next to that last sentence and penned the last of his response.

Thank you for making me feel comfortable enough to show you who I am, for believing that I’m more than what others see or expect of me. Your words are light shining through what seems like a sea of endless fog. I hope I can always come back to them.

PS. I wish we could meet too… but I’m a little embarrassed to say that I’m terrified of how that’ll go, of not living up to who I’ve been to you on paper. Maybe I’ll see a new face in the stands soon and I’ll know you found me if I do, I promise I’ll be brave for you.

Hope to hear back from you soon,

Batman

His heart pounded relentlessly in his chest as he folded the paper as neatly as he could to slip it back between the fourteenth and fifteenth chapters, their safe space. He checked his jacket pocket to make sure her letter was safely tucked inside before putting the book back.

The week after Steve left the last letter he returned to the library, alone this time. Giving Mrs. Watts a polite hello before he scooted past the table of drama kids reading Hamlet and down past the historical fiction textbooks and into the causal reads aisles.

He ran his hand along the spines of the books until he got to the place that IT normally was but the space was void of the book. Steve sighed, his eyes growing wide as his brows furrowed together. He searched up and down the shelf, “maybe someone put you back wrong…” he mumbled to himself.

But the longer he searched the more the disappointment sunk in, the book wasn’t there. He checked his watch and sighed, he was going to be late for swim practice if he didn’t leave soon. His chest tightened, hoping nothing had happened to his bookworm in the week that he hadn’t heard from her.

“I’ll be back,” he tapped the empty space on the shelf with his knuckle and took off in a jog toward the pool.

“Shit,” he swore as the door to the library swung open and he barrelled into the chest of a small, blonde-haired girl. Her books along with her, scattered across the campus hallway as Steve scrambled to help her up. “Audry?” He pointed at her, remembering her from the weekend before.

“Aud-ra,” she sighed, her full lips pressed into a tight line.

The scent of lavender filled his nose causing an eruption of butterflies deep in his stomach and Steve felt his mind go fuzzy just for a moment. He’d never been this close to her before, close enough to see the flecks of gold that littered the honey brown of her eyes

Steve winced at the name correction, and cursed himself in his head, “Sorry, I’m sorry, Audra… I -” he breathed out, “I wasn’t looking and I got distracted because I’m late for practice…”

“It’s fine,” Audra stated plainly, keeping her eyes focused on the floor as she gathered her papers and books.

Crouching down to help her pick up her things, Steve unable to keep his eyes from continually glancing over to her, “You know if you had your stuff in a bag, it would be easier for you to hang on to,” he commented.

“What?” She frowned, looking over at him. “No - I don’t mean right now, I mean, I bumped into you, that’s why your stuff is everywhere, I’m just saying, if it was in a bag, it wouldn’t have happened,” he rambled, as he handed her the last of her books.

“So it’s my fault that you don’t look before opening a door?” Audra asked.

“What? No! No, I didn’t mean…”

“It’s fine. I’ll take your note into consideration,” she sniped, hugging her books into her chest as she breezed past him, rubbing her shoulder with her free hand. “Don’t you have practice to get to?”

“Shit, yes I do,” his eyes jutted down the hallway, before turning back to her, “I really am sorry, Audra,” Steve let out a deep breath as he turned and jogged down the hallway.

After practice Steve stayed in the pool, floating in the center of the deep end as the lights dimmed and everyone disappeared. He couldn’t stop thinking about the lavender, it was consuming his every thought as he let himself slide under the water. He felt at peace there, under the water untouched by the world around him. The water didn’t care, it was unforgiving and dangerous at times. Made him feel alive when his lungs started to burn, the only warning sign that he was testing his luck.

He broke the surface with a hard gasp, pushing his hair back off his face and leaning back into the water to float. He decided that he would wait another long week, hoping that maybe Bookworm just got busy.

But as he slipped into the dark library for the third time that third Friday, the book was still missing. He set his bag down and slid into the cubicle by the window with his books hoping that studying might distract him enough as he waited. Maybe she was looking for him? Waiting to return the book in hopes that he was just waiting.

Every student that rounded the corner his heart skipped a beat but as the sun started to set low in the sky and it had started to rain outside. The drops hit the window gently as he started to lose hope that his Bookworm would ever make an appearance.

“I’m sorry,” Mrs. Watts spoke to someone in the rows over and Steve was just the right amount of bored to eavesdrop.

“Are you sure you can’t just tell me who had it last? I left my chemistry notes tucked inside by accident and I really-” the voice tried to persuade the librarian.

“No,” she huffed, “I can’t give you a name, Audra.”

Audra, the girl with soft eyes and hair that smelled like lavender. Steve stood, moving around the shelf to watch the interaction. Audra leaned over the counter, her bookbag hanging on her shoulder. A soft blue cardigan hung loosely from her shoulders, exposing the soft curve of her left shoulder under the thin strap of her black tank top. She shifted uncomfortably in her tight blue jeans and rubbed her calf with the top side of her pristine white converse.

“I just need to know who took it out,” She begged, sliding across the old counter to follow Ms. Watts as she walked and worked.

“There are plenty of other Stephen King books to read Audra, you’ve checked that book out almost thirty-three times this semester.”

A stubborn rock lodged in his throat and he nearly slipped from the position he was standing in as the shock set in. “No,” he mumbled, trying to come up with reasons on the fly why it couldn’t be her. It had to be chance.

“Lavender,” he ran his hand through his hair and swore under his breath as he walked back to his cubicle nervously.

Steve flipped open to the back of his binder and pulled out the stack of notes from his bookworm. He swallowed the lump in his throat and ran his fingertips lightly over the paper as her words echoed through his head.

You know, we’ve probably been in the same room at some point and didn’t even know it

That familiar soft smile graced his lips as every nerve ending in his body ignited. Why was it that she never crossed his mind? He’d gone over so many possibilities in his mind, but it had never dawned on him that she would be the one to actually make him start to feel again.

There is so much more to you than just your athleticism, I see your heart and if others had the chance to see it, they would understand.

His chest tightened, and he fell back into the small chair that sat at his desk, running his hand into his hair before moving to rub his nose. The one person who was finally able to make him feel like someone knew the real him, was actually someone who was right there. Right beside him this whole time. Steve kept in his mind for the longest time that she would never see him in this light, all she knew of him was that he was a jock and whatever the team made him out to be. But something in his heart felt differently. She did know the real him, now he just had to prove it somehow.

“Nope, this can’t be...” Steve stood back up and rounded the shelves, just in time to see Audra spin around from the desk, and head to the front door.

He picked up his pace a little and caught the door as it was about to shut behind her.

“Audra!” He called, stepping out of the library, still slightly afraid of Mrs. Watts.

She paused, and turned around, a confused look on her furrowed brows, “Wow, so you can

remember my name,” Audra commented before turning back around to continue walking.

Steve winced at her comment. "What Stephen King book were you going to get?" He yelled after her. If she was the person on the other side of the letters, he needed to know.

"Why do you care Harrington?" Audra whined as she continued walking.

He jogged to catch up to her, "because I need to know something," he paused, "Was is It?"

Audra stopped, glaring at him, "again, why do you care if it was?"

He placed his hands on his hips, dipping his head down before glancing up at her, "because I need it back."

She scoffed, shaking her head as she continued to walk away from him. "Well you're going to have to wait until it's checked back in like the rest of us commoners." Audra exclaimed down the hallway, emphasizing the last word in a different accent he didn't recognize but knew she was mocking him.

"The thing is, I can't." He hollered, the words spilling out of his mouth before he even knew what he was doing, "I can't because I need it for something..." it wasn't convincing, but the further she got away from him, the more his heart hammered in his chest.

"Bookworm!" he yelled, trying anything to get her to stop. A sigh of relief left his lips when she froze.

Audra slowly spun around, her eyes narrowed in on him, "Where did you hear that?"

Steve shook his head, "I didn't hear it anywhere...I wrote it... about thirty three times to be exact." He glanced down to the letter still clutched in his hand, "thirty four actually.." he corrected before his eyes met hers again.

He watched her closely as she tightened her hold on the strap of her bag, nostrils flaring slightly as her breathing picked up. A confused look in her eyes that very likely matched his as she tried to process what he’d just told her.

He debated closing the distance between them but it felt like his feet were glued to where he stood, his heart hammering in his chest as he waited for her to say something, anything. After what seemed like a lifetime he heard a small “there’s just no way” almost lost completely in the sound of her footsteps as she walked towards him.

“Did Eddie put you up to this?”

Steve’s eyes met hers as she stopped in front of him. Sweet brown eyes brimmed with tears of anger? Hurt? Disappointment? That’s it, I’m gonna lose her.

“What? No I-”

“Don’t lie to me, Harrington.” she demanded, the slight crack in her voice breaking his heart. “Did Eddie put you up to this? Because there is absolutely no way you know anything about this unless he talked to you.”

"Stop calling me that," Steve shook his head. "My name is Steve," he closed his eyes over gently and huffed a tight breath of air through his closed lips.

"Okay, Steve," Audra licked her lips, "can you answer my question now?"

"He didn't," Steve's head tilted forward, his hair falling in his face.

"I don't believe you," she shook her head. "One of your swim buddies probably checked out IT by accident. This is just some stupid frat boy crap, tease the book girl because she's different than you," she shrugged, her cardigan slipping from her shoulder down around the dip in her elbow. She brushed away a stray tear with the back of her hand, "damage done, you win."

Audra spun on her heel and kept toward the stairs that led to the courtyard, "shit," Steve chased after her, "letter six," he yelled and she paused at the top of the stairs. "You were upset because you failed your calculus exam," the hot nervous feeling he got when he was feeling brave bloomed across his chest.

“More information you could have gotten from anyone,” she called back but stayed paused, looking out into the storm that had started, trying to keep her voice steady but Steve heard the small shake in her breaths. He just needed her to turn around and look at him.

Steve stopped a few paces behind her, not wanting to get too close just yet, trying to think of how to get her to believe him.

“Letter thirteen…” He took a step toward her, calming his voice, “I told you about the mask I wear around everyone, but with you, I’m me. The real me. When I got the letter back from you, you told me that the people in my life are missing out. That you were happy to know who I am, on the inside…”

Audra shook her head, and sucked in a deep breath, “I can’t believe I was so stupid…” she mumbled into the air, and started down the front steps of the library and out into the pouring rain. “This was all some big joke to you!” She called behind her.

“Audra stop! For one second and just talk to me!” Steve started after her again, trying his best not to slip on the stairs as he chased after her. “I’m sorry, okay?! Is that what you want to hear?! I’m sorry this big reveal was so disappointing to you! I’m sorry I’m not who you thought I am!” He caught her arm gently, and spun her around so she faced him, “What do you want from me? What can I do to make you believe me?” He begged.

She shook her head, refusing to look into his eyes as water droplets ran down her face, “Nothing, Steve! Because even if I did believe you, that means whatever I wrote is probably plastered all over your locker room for everyone to see and laugh at!”

“I would never do that to you. I would never do that to my bookworm,” He tried to catch her gaze, but her eyes stayed firmly on the ground.

“Don’t. Don’t call me that,” She sniffled, wringing her fingers together.

“I still don’t believe you,” she repeated, her eyes locked on the ground.

“And now what? You want this whole thing to end? Just act like it never happened?” Steve’s eyes were filled with pain.

“I can’t do that, Audra. I don’t want to do it. You are the only one in my life I can turn to. You are my safe space, Audra. And I don’t want this to end. I don’t care what Billy or Jason thinks because they are not my friends. They don’t know me. But you do.”

Audra’s tears were running down her cheek but she kept silent.

“Please don’t do this to me…I need you,” Steve’s voice was breaking at the end of the sentence.

“I don’t want this to end…” she shook her head lightly, “…but-“

“Letter 22. Love is a strange thing. Sometimes we love something but we don’t even know it. Sometimes it’s consuming us and we just don’t realize until it’s too late. You told me that I’m loved even though I don’t think that someone could ever love me. You told me that someday, someone out there will see me and love me-” he ran a hand roughly through his wet hair.

“Steve…” she whispered and finally looked up at him.

“And if no one does, you said I still got you 'cause you’ll stay. You’ll stay with me.” He brushed a strand of her wet hair behind her ear, resting his palm on her cheek.

“But if you changed your mind, just tell me to leave and I’ll do it.” Steve and Audra came to a deadlock, staring at each other waiting for either to break. “Because I’ll do anything for you,” his bottom lip trembled, fighting the tears that threatened to fall.

“I can’t.” she breathed, the whisper almost lost in the pattering rain drops that surrounded them, “W- we just can’t do this.”

He swallowed thickly, thumb brushing lightly against her cheek as he tried to ground himself before answering.

“Yes we can, Audra.”

“No.” Audra moved her face away from his grasp as she shook her head no, “We can’t Steve. We’re too different.”

“Who cares, Audra?”

“EVERYBODY DOES,” she said lifting her hands to the air. “They’re just going to talk.”

Steve let out an exasperated huff as he cupped her face softly, begging her to meet his tear-filled eyes. “So let them talk. I don’t care about any of that. I don’t care about them or what they think. I just care about you. I just want you. Please.”

“You don’t understand,” she stuttered, “you popped the bubble.”

“I-,” he let out a shaky breath, his brows knitting together tightly as his lips formed a sharp line.

“Do you think they’ll just let this go? See the jock and bookworm and think, oh how sweet?” Audra laced her fingers into his against the side of her face, lips quivering from the chill that formed over them in the rain. “You’re untouchable,” she whispered, “you can shrug this off as some game, a dare, a risk too funny not to take. Steve Harrington, doting on the loner, how quaint. And you say it doesn’t matter but when you leave, when you get bored of this little fantasy world that you created, I will be alone. Again. I will be taunted, teased, and ridiculed. It doesn’t matter what we wrote in those letters,” she bit her lip, looking down at the wet paper clutched in his other hand. “It’s just paper,” she shrugged, “it’s fragile and when exposed to the harsh elements of the real world, it doesn’t stand a chance.”

“You’re breaking my heart,” he rubbed his thumb over her flushed cheek and pressed his wet forehead to hers. A long moment passed before he spoke again, one more shot, “Letter twenty-nine,” he exhaled, rain pelting down against them, “Dear Batman,” he recited. “Today I believe in love.”

Audra’s other hand came up between them, tangling into the collar of his shirt roughly as he spoke, “I’ve been trying for weeks to find something that reminds me of the color of your eyes from just the description you gave me. Brown, with small swirls of green and the slightest hint of amber in the sun. For weeks I’ve been staring into strangers' eyes like some sort of weirdo, just hoping to stumble upon that perfect combination without luck.” Steve spoke so softly that the rain overpowered everything he said.

“Steve Harrington,” Adura closed her eyes, “came into the library today, and for a second I thought maybe it was you. There was a moment as he passed me, chlorine wafting from his hair and sun catching his eyes, I could have sworn I saw it. The small swirls of green, the slightest hint of amber reflecting back at me and I thought,” she sighed, unable to finish the rest.

“How could anyone like Steve Harrington, ever love me?” He nudged her nose with his and forced her to look at him. “Like this,” he whispered, his lips hovering over hers.

“Steve, I - I can’t…” She whispered, shaking her head and brushing the tips of their noses together some more.

The rain poured around them, and the sounds of other students running from building to building, splashing about as they moved, faded away like it was nothing. Steve felt her soft skin against his, needing to savor as much of his moment as possible. If she did make the choice to walk away, this was what he was going to hold on to for dear life. This moment, just standing there with her.

Giving her hand a small squeeze, Steve shush her gently, “Bookworm please… please, don’t give up on this,” He pleaded, moving his lips against her once more into a soft kiss.

Audra sucked in a shaky breath, as their lips moved together. A sob escaped her throat, as she grasped the collar of Steve’s shirt, and pressed her lips hard against his. Every nerve in his body ignited, and every worry, every thought melted away with the rain. Their lips danced together like two perfect partners, with all the emotions that both of them were feeling behind it.

Pulling back to catch their breath, Audra peered up at him with her deep brown eyes, sadness and worry filling them as she traced his face.

Steve shook his head, and kissed her again, his hands moving down to grip her waist and pull her flush with his body, needing to feel every inch of her against him.

She pulled back again, and bit the inside of her cheek, “Steve, I - …”

“No. Audra, please,” He whined, pressing his lips to hers again. And again. “You’re not alone,” another kiss, “you’re never alone,” he whispered, “I’m right here. Stay with me…”

“Audra please stay with me, please…please…”

Steve jumped in his seat as he heard thunder cracking. It was already dark outside and besides Mrs. Watts, everybody was already gone. He looked to the shelf, seeing that the book was still missing.

With a sigh he left the library, walking home alone in the rain and thinking about the girl that didn’t leave his mind. His heartbeat picked up, thinking that she could be his bookworm, and if she was, he wouldn’t want to relive the dream once more. This time, he had to do it right.

As he got home, he sat down at the kitchen table, a lamp dangling from the ceiling, lightning up his piece of paper in a light warm orange. Without thinking twice, he started to write until his wrist hurt.

The next day Steve stayed a little longer after swim practice. He needed to clear his mind and think about how to tell Audra. If it wasn’t her, and he would still open his heart up to her, he knew how it would turn out. But this turn out would still be better than not trying at all.

As he came out of the water and grabbed a towel from one of the benches, he saw blonde hair out of the corner of his eyes. Turning to his right, he was met with Audras beautiful eyes. His heart stopped for a second as he just kept staring at her.

He could have sworn the corner of her lip curled as she watched him through the glass doors. Steve made a move, stepping toward the door as he dried the ends of his hair but before he could get to her she was swept away by the crowd.

He couldn’t stop thinking about the dream, doing everything in his power to keep distracted. Swim, study, parties, swim, study… Audra. “Shit,” he huffed and chucked the towel as hard as he could at the bleacher.

“Harrington?” Eddie Munson stepped out of the locker room, hair tucked into a low bun around his neck. He adjusted his duffel bag over his shoulder and scuffed his heavy black boots along the pool deck.

“I didn’t even know you knew where the locker room was,” Steve rolled his eyes, walking over to his duffle bag and Eddie closed the space.

“Wrestling,” Eddie said laughing at Steve’s shocked facial expression. “I’m on the wrestling team,” he shook his head when he realized the explanation didn’t matter. He dropped the bag on the bleachers, unzipped it and dug inside.

“Here,” he palmed the binding of a thick, rough-looking copy of IT with his metal-laden fingers. His eyebrow cocked at Steve waiting for him to take it.

Steve looked at it warily, eyes casting down and up.

“It’s not going to bite,” Eddie laughed.

“You might,” Steve quipped with a cocky smile, “I’ve heard the rumors, Munson.”

“Take it, Harrington,” he dropped his voice and stepped closer to him until they were mere inches apart. “She’s my best friend,” he said, “she may doubt my attention to detail, much like the rest of this campus but the best part of being practically invisible is I see everything.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Steve shook his head, wet hair sticking to his neck as he pushed his tongue against the inside of his mouth. His hand rested on his hip, as he considered the situation presented to him.

“Come on man,” Eddie scoffed, “Audra has checked out this damn book for a year straight. Just watching her fawn over those letters made this cynical heart believe in love. I thought maybe…” he laughed, “maybe if I took it you two would just be forced to figure it out but you’re both more stubborn than I give you credit for.”

“What do you want me to do about it?” Steve shrugged, “once she finds out it’s over.”

The fear had a choke hold on him and even when presented with a solution he wasn’t sure he had the courage to follow through on it.

“Do something,” Eddie set the book on the bleacher beside Steve’s belongings. “Every second you wait her heart breaks a little more thinking you don’t exist.”

“She doesn’t want the version of me that exists,” Steve called after him but Munson just kept walking until he reached the glass doors.

Leaning against it with his back he smiled at Steve, “have you asked her what she wants, Batman…”

Before Steve could argue Eddie was gone and he was back to square one with his cowardly heart.

He stood there, looking down at the book, considering his options. Was breaking their little bubble worth it if it made her hate him? Would she still mean everything she had said to him once she knew who he was? Steve’s entire heart ached at the thought of losing her completely, but flashes of the kiss they shared and the explosion of butterflies took over as he grabbed the book off the bench. This time he was going to do it differently.

When he got home that night, he stared at the end of his final letter.

Your batman,

Steve

It was the first time he’d written his real name at the end of these letters, and the nerves tried to take over his body once more, but he shook them off. Folding it up, he placed it in the cover of the book, a soft smile finding a place on his lips as he went to bed, determined to find her right where they were meant to meet the next day.

Steve sucked in a deep breath as he jogged across the quad to the library, furiously checking his watch as he ran. 2 pm. She was always at the library between her classes, and she would be leaving soon if he didn’t hurry.

Right on cue, a familiar bob of blonde waves exited the library doors, as he jogged up the steps, coming to a halt in front of her.

“Audra,” he breathed, standing up straight and extending the copy of IT out to her, biting the inside of his cheek. “Bookworm…”

Audra’s brows furrowed in confusion as her eyes jutted between Steve and the novel, “Wha- what?”

He cleared his throat, and retrieved the letter from the inside, unfolding it, and nervously swiping his tongue along his bottom lip.

“Dear Bookworm…” He read aloud, not giving her much of a chance to say anything.

“I have a confession to make. This letter, my thirty-fourth letter to you, will be the last. Not because I don’t want to write to you anymore, but because I want more. This past year, I opened myself up to you more than I ever have to anyone and it has been the greatest decision I ever made. Answering your note a year ago, was the best decision I ever made.

You are one of the most incredible people I’ve ever met, and I can’t stand not being able to tell you all of these things in person, so please bear with me as I try my best to get this out.

Audra, you are not alone here. I promise to stay by your side as long as you’ll let me and stay the person you’ve gotten to know over the last year. No one else matters at this moment except you and me.

If you’re up for this, I need you to know that I’m all in. I’m right here.

Take this leap with me.

Find me after my swim meet tonight.

If I don’t see you, I’ll have my answer. But I really hope you're there.

Your batman,

Steve.”

A soft smile appeared on Steve’s lips as he looked up from the letter, and handed it out to Audra, grazing her soft fingers as she accepted it, still looking confused and slightly in shock.

He nodded once, and then turned on his heel to head back down the library steps, and get ready for the swim meet. He raced through the halls, knocking over more than one person as he sped to the pool. He ignored the jabs from all the guys and pulled into his trunks.

Back on schedule, he was selfish and took his time rinsing off in the showers, pushing back his hair and drowning out the sounds of the crowd roaring just beyond the locker room doors. Every time he shut his eyes he could see her, her pretty blonde hair, her warm brown eyes, and the way her lip curved to the left slightly when she was trying not to smile. He had spent months looking for her, chasing around a dream written in letters that he never thought he would get to hold.

He just had to hope she felt the same.

“You gonna break a record today?” Jason leaned against the tiled pillar beside him, hair wet and face plastered with a cocky grin.

“Keep your head in the water and focus on your time,” Steve shook his head, almost mad that he had interrupted his daydream, “this isn’t about breaking records, it’s about getting to state.”

“You’re a buzzkill man,” Jason scoffed, “you at least gonna come to the party after?”

Steve followed him out of the locker room and onto the deck, answering him without looking up from his feet. Terrified of the chance that she wasn’t here, “yeah maybe, pass me that,” he pointed to a clipboard as they skimmed by the benches.

Jason tossed it through the air for him and Steve caught it without thinking, “Hargrove,” he hollered back to Billy who was leaning against the wall between two happy-looking girls. “Quit messing around and get in the water for warm-ups,” he ordered.

Billy rolled his eyes and winked at the pretty brunette before making his way toward the deep end. The other school had already started warming up. Steve sighed, with the pressure to win tonight’s meet and the nerves over whether or not Audra would show he was a mess.

Steve kept his eye trained on the clipboard, terrified of the chance that she was here.

They had to beat at least three different times tonight if they were going to win this meet. He tossed the clipboard to the deck, nodding to Coach near the bench. “You got this kid,” he gave him a curt nod.

Steve counted his strokes under his breath, timing his count to steady his racing heart as he slipped into the pool and dunked himself below the surface. She’ll be here. He thought to himself, praying to whoever was listening to just give him this win. He wished he could apply the same confidence he had in his athletic ability to the rest of his life. He ignored the burning in his chest, vying his time before they blew the final warning whistle.

No matter the outcome this weekend, remember that you are so much more than just a jock.

Ok, Audra, he thought to himself, Not just a jock, not just a bookworm. He kicked to the surface, breaking through as the warning whistle sounded. Not just paper, not just a book, not just a chance. He climbed out of the pool, convincing himself that if he looked now it would jinx him somehow.

“Gentleman, on your mark,” the starter called to them.

Steve shook his hands and shoulders, stretching his neck from side to side as he tried his best to tune out the roars of the crowd. If it wasn’t coming from her, none of that mattered. Hoops and hollers of other people singing his praises echoed through his ears and while he appreciated it, it wasn’t Audra.

Letting out a calming breath, he took his mark, closing his eyes to try to focus and turn his attention away from the crowd.

“Get set!” the starter hollered again.

Another deep breath, but this time Steve allowed himself to open his eyes and look into the water. That’s the only place he was going to look. The crowd around him calmed and sat back in their seats with baited breaths as the race was seconds away from starting.

Just one glance, he thought to himself.

His amber eyes flickered to the crowd, just for a second but he saw it.

“Go!”

Around him a mash of water splashed as the other swimmers lept into the pool, but he stayed. Frozen on his block as his head whipped around and stared into the familiar sparkle of those brown eyes.

There she stood. A soft smile painted on her perfectly plump pink lips, as she nodded once at him, and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

Steve’s breath hitched in his throat as he returned the smile. Suddenly the swim meet didn’t matter anymore. State didn’t matter anymore. He was more than just a jock. He was her Batman.

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