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"Aw, that's too bad- well, I'm glad to see you applied for the TA position." "Yeah, I'm...really grateful you chose me," The corner of his mouth lifts slightly.

When his application came across your desk about a month and a half prior, you were pleasantly surprised. He'd been one of your top students last semester, and, while he definitely seemed nice enough (boy-next-door quality, polite, quiet), he hadn't quite struck you as someone who'd go for a position like this.

Still, you chose him with little to no hesitation, jumping at the chance to see how he'd fair.

"Of course, I mean, you were my top student- why wouldn't I have?" You turn your attention back to your computer screen, "We have about...fifteen minutes before we begin so if you needa go to the restroom or anything, you should do it now."

"Right, I'll...be right back," He says, setting his backpack down and leaving it at one of the desks a few feet away. He gives you a small bow, then walks out.

As soon as he makes it to the hallway, he's letting out a deep breath- gathering himself before he continues walking down to the men's restroom.

He couldn't say exactly when it began... Was it the day your eyes met mid-lecture last semester, and neither one of you pulled your gaze away from one another's until someone else finally asked a question? Was it the day your hand brushed against his when handing him back his paper?

Or maybe it was the that one rainy afternoon when he'd arrived late to your office hours and you still made time for him, waving away his desperate apologies with a simple gesture of your hand, "Don't worry about it," You say, "I'll always make time for my top student."

Regardless of when, one thing is for certain; You're all he's been thinking about since then.

The time finally comes where students begin trickling in one by one. You grab a blank sheet of paper and set it down on your desk, then go looking for a pen.

"Dammit," You mutter, furrowing your brows as you search and search your brief case.

"Is everything alright, Professor?" Yunho asks, leaning in close. "Yeah, just missing a pen." "I have one," he says, lifting a finger in the air.

He quickly takes one out of a side pocket on his backpack and gently places it on the desk.

"Thank you- I don't know how I could've forgotten such a basic item," You sigh, thinking about how stressed you were this morning when you were packing everything you might need.

"It's okay, I'm kind of always prepared," He shrugs. "Well, that's comforting to hear," You smile, "I'll make good use of you yet, Mr.Jeong."

He feels his ears turn red, and he stifled a small smile, both at your use of his last name and at the prospect of being able to be helpful to you.

To be of good use.

You grab a marker and write your name on the board behind you, making sure to write neatly.

At first, he watches you write, admiring the care you put into making it look nice, but he can't help the way his eyes slowly work their way down to your figure, noting the way your blouse clings to you, and how, despite them being slacks, your pants fit snuggly under the curve of your ass.

When he realizes he's staring, he quickly averts his gaze, looking to either side of himself to make sure no one caught him so obviously checking you out.

Luckily, it seems no one did.

He clears his throat and and shakes his head, trying to will the inappropriate thoughts away.

Finally, you turn around to face the class, "Good morning everyone! Please come sign in otherwise you will be marked absent. Remember, three absences will get your dropped from my class and you do not want that."

People begin coming up, forming a line to write their names down on the blank paper with Yunho's pen.

The noise level of the chatter rises a bit, so you walk over to Yunho and lean in close for him to hear you. You don't realize how it makes his heart pound.

"Okay, after I begin the lecture, I'm gonna want you to grab the sheet and make sure everyone's signed, since there may be some stragglers coming in late," You pat his shoulder once and return to your former spot.

He blinks a few times, trying to re-center himself, as your perfume still lingers where you'd stood next to him.

You begin your lecture promptly at 10:10, having given ample time for the ones who came on time to sign in. Of course, as expected, a few students come in later; that's when Yunho gets up from his seat and begins making his way around the room, quietly checking in with the tardy people.

Today's lecture is easy, as it's mostly going over the syllabus and expectations, answering questions regarding tests, grading, and late policies. Not to mention, the first assignment of the new semester; responding to today's discussion post, which elicits a small series of groans (arguably your favorite part).

Before you realize, your first lecture of the day is over and done with. Quick and painless. The first day is always the easiest.

Everyone packs up quickly and leaves, on their way to their next classes, leaving you and Yunho alone again.

"Wasn't too bad, was it?" You ask, sitting down in your seat. He shakes his head, "Not at all." "Just wait until I start having you help me grade papers," You smirk. "Is it that torturous?" He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looks up at you. "Definitely- but hey, with both of us doing it, I'm sure it'll go quickly." He nods at your statement, imagining what it might be like grading all those assignments, just you and him, alone in your office... spending all that extra time together.

In truth, he didn't care if there were a thousand papers to grade; he almost welcomes it if it means he can be in your presence for just a little longer.

The next lecture goes by just as quickly, the both of you repeating the process of setting out an attendance sheet, him going after the late students.

Two lectures down, and one more to go.

"Almost done," You assure Yunho, who seems quite unbothered by how long it's taking.

"You know, Professor...it's kinda nice being able to listen to you teach." You furrow your brows, "Oh yeah? It's...nothing you haven't heard before." He nods pensively, "True...but I think it feels different being able to just listen to it without worrying about an assignment or making sure to take notes. It feels like I'm...I don't know, watching TV or something."

You raise your brows in surprise, "Well...thank you for saying so."

"Of course...I know I'm only minoring in world history but I still find it really fascinating." "Oh yeah, I forgot- you're majoring in...music, right?" "Yeah..." He nods sheepishly, embarrassed that his major isn't as academic as the subject you teach. "That's really cool, Yunho. What is it you play, again?" "Mostly piano and guitar. I also..." He hesitates, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink, "I also sing."

Your eyes widen, "You sing? Really? Are you any good?"

Your question makes him even more shy; If he responds honestly, he'll sound like a cocky asshole, and if he responds modestly, it might come off as self-deprecating.

"I'm...good."

His simple answer makes you chuckle a bit, "You're good?" You echo his use of the word, a sly smile on your face, "The way you said that makes me think you know you're really good but don't want to seem like an asshole."

He can't help but let out a loud laugh, one that fills the empty lecture hall, "Alright, you caught me."

His admission makes you laugh, "Don't be modest- if you're good at something, you should say so."

Your words make his heart flutter- he likes how sure of yourself you are.

It was one of the things that drew him to you last semester. How witty and sarcastic you are in your lectures, how confident and unapologetic you are. Not to mention, of course, how beautiful he found you to be.

"Do you have any songs you can let me listen to?" You ask.

Your question snaps him back down to earth, and he looks away shyly, "I...have a few songs but I'm a bit shy to let others listen to them..."

"Aw, why? You're a music major, Yunho. I'd say having your own music is pretty major."

"Maybe...some other time," He scratches the back of his neck again, an idiosyncrasy of his, you've noticed.

You sigh, though your smile never fades, "Fine- but before this semester ends, you've gotta let me hear at least one of them, got it?"

"Got it," He nods, the corners of his mouth turned upwards.

By the third lecture, you've both got it down to a science, and the time flies by like nothing.

You begin getting ready to go, as does Yunho, but then the door to the lecture hall opens again, and you both look to see who it is.

"How's my favorite professor!?" In walks one of your students from last year. "Choi San," You chuckle, pausing in packing your things.

San walks down the long aisle between the seats, a big smile on his face, his arms on both his backpack straps, dimples on full display.

Yunho watches him, his expression flat, his eyes following San as he approaches you at your desk.

"How was your summer, Ms.? Did you miss me?" He asks, tilting his head. "Oh, no see it was a good summer because I got a break from all of you pesky teacher's pets," You say in jest, "And remember, Mr.Choi, I am Professor L/n to you."

He laughs mischievously, "I know, I know..."

Yunho chews the inside of his lip, that familiar feeling flaring in his chest; the same one he got over the summer when he watched the mechanic flirt with you while your car was being fixed.

Jealousy.

San suddenly becomes aware of Yunho's presence, "Oh, my bad- hey, I'm San, nice to meet you," he puts his hand out for Yunho to shake.

Yunho's eyes dart to San's extended hand, then back up at him; when he realizes both San and you are waiting for him to shake San's hand, he blinks a few times and lets out a small laugh, "Ah, sorry- I guess I'm kinda tired, sorry."

He shakes San's hand firmly, "I'm Yunho."

San nods, noting Yunho's initial expression, though he brushes it off and then turns toward you, "Anyway, I just dropped in to say hello, check in..." He begins to pick at a small dent in the wooden desk, "And...well, since I'm here...I guess I should ask if you could put in a good word for me with Professor Kim...?"

"Ah, so you didn't come because I'm your favorite professor," You give him a knowing look. "No, I did, I swear- but I mean, hey professor, it's the least you can do after having passed on me for the TA position," He says, glancing at Yunho.

"And why did I pass on you, San?"

"I don't know, maybe because I care too much? I'm too hard working? Too handsome?" San bats his eyes at you. San has always been a charming one, but too unserious.

Yunho subtly rolls his eyes, already annoyed at this guy's incessantly casual flirtatiousness.

"Right, maybe that's it," You respond sarcastically. "So...will you talk to Professor Kim?" "Yes, San."

"Yes! Okay, great, thank you," He bows three consecutive times and then waves at the both of you, "Alright, I'll see you, Professor," He promptly turns and walks out of the lecture hall.

You sigh, "I think I'm too nice." Yunho snorts softly, though he doesn't respond- that feeling is still there, and he doesn't want to openly agree with your statement;

You were too nice to San for his taste, but he'd find a way to nip that in the bud later. "Okay, Yunho, thank you so much for your help today. I'll see you Wednesday?" You say, holding your brief case in one hand and your empty mug in the other as you stand at the lecture hall door. "Yes, uhm- I'm actually going in the direction of the parking lot so I can just walk with you...can I take your briefcase?" He asks.

"Oh, no it's okay. I can carry it," You shake your head, not wanting to burden him. "Professor, I insist," He gives you a reassuring smile, "Please. That's what a teacher's aid is there for, right? Let me...aid you."

You finally give in, "Alright- only because you're being paid to help me."

His smile grows wider as he takes the brief case for you. If he had a tail, you'd see it wagging violently behind him.

You both begin to make your way to the parking lot, though half-way through, you pull out your phone and pull up Professor Kim's number to send him a text.

𝙔/𝙣: 𝙃𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙟𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙜, 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙞 𝙎𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙏𝘼 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚. You finally get out to the parking lot and shove your phone back down into your pocket.

"This is me right here," You point to your gray Nissan, "Is your car nearby?" You ask.

Yunho blinks a few times, "Uh- yeah! Yeah, it's parked just over there," He points down to the other end of the parking lot.

"Oh okay, well, thanks for walking me to my car," You grab your brief case from him and he gives you a bow.

"Have a good evening, Professor." "You too, Yunho."

And with that, you're getting in your car and starting up the engine, giving Yunho one last wave before pulling out and driving off.

Yunho watches your car until you're out of sight, and then he's walking around the building to try to make it to the bus stop before the bus arrives.

All day Tuesday, Yunho agonizes over how slowly time passes. With every class, he finds himself anxiously checking the time. With every passing minute, you become more vivid in his mind.

Truthfully, seeing you yesterday after so long, (face to face, that is), was a dream.

Last semester, you ignited something within him that he couldn't quite name at first. Sure, he'd had crushes on girls before, but it was never like this.

He'd held hands, kissed, slept with women before- but none of them ever made him fixate the way he's fixated on you.

You see, from that point on, he'd watch you often; always when you weren't looking.

When you'd chew on your pen as you looked over whatever mundane paperwork was in front of you. When you'd be mid-conversation with a student who just had to steal a moment to pick your brain after class... As you'd walk to your car after your last lecture of the day. And some nights, when your bedroom light would come on, or even when it would turn off until morning; he was there.

Just...watching.

Whether it was fate, the stars aligning in his favor, or just dumb luck, he knew getting the TA position was his one last shot to show you who he really is. To show you that he matters.

Wednesday morning rolls around and you're up and out of bed by 4AM. You're trying to get into some sort of routine at the gym, so you drag your ass out of bed and pack your gym bag with your work clothes so you could go straight to campus after you torture yourself at the gym.

Yunho is up an hour before his alarm goes off, his body too full of nerves to sleep any longer. "You're up early," His roommate, Mingi, says with a mouthful of cereal. "Yep," Yunho grabs a bowl from the cupboard. "Why?" "Why not?" Yunho furrows his brows, pouring cereal into his bowl. "I mean...you're usually a zombie any earlier than 8:30AM," Mingi snorts, dropping his eyes back to his bowl. "Yeah, well, I got that new job, so..." Yunho shrugs. Mingi's eyes shoot back up at Yunho, and a small smirk grows on his face, "Wait- the TA job? You got it?" When Yunho nods, Mingi's smirk gets bigger, "Ah, I see now." "You see...what?" Yunho eats some of his cereal, trying to act casual, like he hasn't the faintest idea why Mingi's looking at him that way. "That you're up early because of your fat crush on Professor L/n." "Oh please," Yunho rolls his eyes, "I'm just working. Some of us actually need to work for our money, you know." Yunho's dig completely ricochets off of Mingi's back, as Mingi's well-aware of his nepo-baby status and takes it in stride, "Just be careful." "Be careful of what, exactly?" Yunho scoffs. "Actually, I suppose there isn't anything to be careful of, seeing as how you don't have a crush on her, right?" Mingi gets up and puts his bowl in the sink. "Right," Yunho keeps his eyes down, not wanting to confirm Mingi's suspicions. No one can know. Not until you know.

You're on campus by 9:15, the same mug and brief case in each hand as you walk in to the lecture hall, though today, you're surprised to see Yunho already sitting there, scrolling on his phone.

"Oh, Yunho," You greet him, "You're here early." Yunho's head snaps in your direction, his heart fluttering at the sight of you, "Professor," He rises to his feet and makes his way over to you- his long legs covering the a twenty foot distance in just four steps, practically.

He takes the briefcase from your hand, "Let me help you with that."

You smile, appreciating his gentlemanliness, "Thank you."

He sets the briefcase down on your desk and then goes back to where he was sitting, though he's put his phone away in his pocket, giving you his full attention.

"How was your morning?" He asks. You let out a groan, "Ugh, long...I went to the gym." "Oh," He says, raising his brows in surprise; his mind immediately goes to imagine you at the gym, running on a treadmill, glistening from sweat, breasts bouncing, "And...how was it?" "Terrible. But I'm going again tomorrow," You sigh, "Consistency is key." "Right...I work out, myself...I can give you some pointers, if you need." "Oh, thanks. Yeah, I'm sure I'll come to you very soon with a million questions because I definitely do not know what I'm doing," You laugh.

He laughs with you, "Any time."

You look at the desk, suddenly remembering the binder you needed to bring down from the car with you; one with a few handouts that you were gonna have Yunho make copies of. "Shoot," You slap your forehead. "Something wrong?" He asks. "Ugh, yeah. I forgot my binder in the car...dammit, and I had to park at the far end of the lot because someone took my spot," You get up and grab your keys, but he stands up to block your path, "I can go get it."

"The walk is pretty far, it was my mistake so I can go get it." "Professor...I can go get it, really, it's no trouble at all. I actually have been sitting here for a while so I could really use the fresh air anyway."

You furrow your brows, feeling a bit guilty, "Are you sure...?"

"I'm sure," He gives you a nod, and you finally concede, handing him your keys. "You remember which one it is, right? My car?" "Yes ma'am." "Alright...thanks, Yunho."

He gives you a smile and then makes his way out of the lecture hall, down the hall, and out to the parking lot.

Like a dog on a mission to fetch for his master, he trots over to your car.

The walk really isn't too far for Yunho, but he can see how it would take an average-height person a little longer.

He unlocks the car with the clicker and then opens the door, "Okay, binder, binder, binder," He whispers to himself as though he'll get too excited and forget the mission.

After two seconds, he spots the gray binder in the backseat and leans down to pick it up- but just as he reaches for it, he glances over to the other side of the backseat and something catches his eye:

A gym bag.

Your gym bag. Your gym bag that has, very carelessly, been left unzipped.

And from the opening of that bag, he spots, what looks to be, your balled up sports bra.

His heart pounds in his chest at the sight, and his mouth instantly goes dry.

His hand clutches at the binder, his knuckles practically turning white as he struggles internally for what he should do... For what he knows he wants to do.

Yunho presents the stack of copies to you, "Should I hand them out now?" He asks, glancing at the few students that have already made their way in.

"Yes please- and thank you so much for getting them for me," You say sheepishly, "I'm already so thankful to have a TA like you."

Your praise makes his ears perk up, and all he wants is to keep hearing you praise him like this.

"It's no problem.." he says shyly, though you don't even notice, as you're already standing to prepare to begin the lecture.

The hour goes by quickly, and you end the lecture with their assignment that will be due on Friday.

Yunho's fixing the stack of handouts for the next group when you say, "I hope you don't mind but I'm gonna need help grading this Friday- I promise it won't be like that all the time though." "It's totally fine, I didn't have plans or anything...no worries." "Okay, good. It shouldn't go past like 5PM; and don't worry, I'll get us an early dinner as recompense for your help," You say, waving your pinky as if to promise him without saying it. He smiles, finding it endearing that you'd make such a juvenile gesture. "Deal," He, too, waves his pinky in response.

You laugh, and then, right on cue, the next set of students starts coming. "Show time," You say to him, standing to your feet.

When Yunho gets home, he's greeted by Mingi, Jongho, and Yeosang, all sat on the couch watching a movie.

"Hey man, we just ordered pizza- come watch the movie with us," Mingi says, not removing his eyes form the TV. "No, thanks," Yunho says, getting a quick drink of water. "Come on, we'll rewind it for you," Jongho adds. "I said no." Yunho's voice comes out harsher than he means it too, but it's only because he's in a hurry to get to his room. "Fuck you, then" Jongho says, though he doesn't really take it too personally, as he's used to Yunho's sudden bouts of bitchiness.

When he gets to his room, Yunho carefully locks his door, not wanting to risk any intrusion.

Not right now.

Now when the secret in his pocket is begging for him to let it out.

He sets his backpack down on his desk and takes a seat in his gaming chair. He takes his laptop out and sets it on his desk, quickly opening it and immediately going to the campus website.

Once he's there, he goes to the directory, where he knows he'll find you; more specifically, where he know he'll find your portrait.

"Gotcha..." He says after a few seconds of searching, spotting your name with a hyperlink.

And with one click of a button, there are you: In a blouse that, unbeknownst to him, you'd cursed yourself for wearing, as you felt it too revealing for your official university portrait.

Beautiful.

Finally, with hands trembling with excitement, and not another moment's hesitation, he reaches deep into his pants pocket and takes it out...

That little, black sports bra from your gym bag.

He brings it to his nose, inhaling deeply, the delicious smell: a mix of vanilla and your sweat. Your pheromones are enough to drive him to this point of depraved madness.

His jeans feel instantly tighter, and before he can really take a moment to think about how fucking lame he is for doing this, he's unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the waistband, his eyes never leaving your portrait.

With one hand, he begins lightly stroking himself from the outside of his underwear.

He traces your features with his yes, inhaling your scent with every single breath.

His cock is rock hard, and all he keeps thinking is how he wishes it were real; that you were in front of him, praising him for how good he is.

He slowly slides down his underwear, revealing his full length as it springs upwards without the restraint of the taut cloth.

He wraps his hand around himself, and instantly, his eye lids flutter- but he's careful to keep quiet.

This is his secret. He pumps gently, savoring the feeling as he continues looking at your portrait.

You're so beautiful... He couldn't count on two hands how many times he found himself in this exact position over the summer. Watching you from afar, all the while, pleasuring himself.

He feels ashamed, but never enough not to do it.

You're such a loser, he imagines you saying, looking at him with a disparaging, disgusted look.

He moans gently, pumping a little faster. Look at yourself...such a little creep... Too scared to approach me so you do this sort of shit

His eyes close as he continues, this time, holding your bra in between his teeth to stifle his moans.

And you're a thief on top of all that. "I'm sorry..." He says in muffled groans, Imaginary-you leans forward her lips against his ear as she says, Go on then, let me see what it was you wanted to do with it, since you've already stolen it from my gym bag.

He bites down hard, beginning to rotate his wrist as he pumps up and down, "Hm...hm..." He begins to heave, feeling that familiar feeling rise from his stomach. Cum for me, she instructs, Cum for me, good boy.

He keeps his eyes locked onto your portrait as he pumps harder, faster, wanting to give "you" everything he has to give.

"Shit," He drops the bra from his mouth, letting it fall somewhere on the floor as his pelvis jerks forward, his orgasm finally at its peak- and before he can stop himself, his cock is spitting thick, white ropes of semen all over your face on his computer screen,

"Shit," He breathes out, voice cracking as he continues pumping, milking every last drop out of himself for you, and then finally, he slows down, his body settling into the chair, his head falling backward as he recovers.

"Soon..." He whispers to himself, "Soon, it will be real."

WEDNESDAY, JUNE 5TH

11:48PM

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"I'll sell on the streets the day hell freezes over."

I really should've kept my mouth shut.

If I'd known where I'd end up a week later, I probably would've wished for a billion dollars instead. Maybe bought a private island somewhere and disappeared. No customers. No problems. No random ass gangsters showing up in my flower shop asking dumbass questions.

I still don't know how I got here.. That's a lie, yes I do.

One minute I was selling to my usuals, minding my business, and the next I was standing face-to-face with some bald head thug named Rio.

Which, by the way, definitely don't sound like a name for a drug dealer.

He don't look like a Rio.

He look like a Christopher.

Maybe a Christian.

Definitely not no Rio.

But that's beside the point.

Before I get to rambling, let's go back to where this all started.

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MONDAY, JUNE 1ST

11:36 AM

The bell above the door jingled.

"Can I just get an eighth?"

I looked up from my phone and immediately wanted to roll my eyes and slap the source of the voice. The guy standing in front of me looked like he was about to pass out.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"I-I said can I get an eighth?"

He was tall-ish with buzzed blond hair that 100% came from a box dye kit. He looked nervous and couldn't keep eye contact for more than two seconds. I looked him up and down. Then I looked around my flower shop. Buckets of fresh flowers lined the walls. The scent of roses and damp soil hung in the air. A customer was browsing tulips in the corner.

Then I looked back at him.

"I don't sell to randoms. Sorry."

"I'm not random. Your friend told me about you-"

"That still makes you random."

He paused and stared at me blankly.

"I don't know you. Therefore, you're a random."

"Right... sorry."

He mumbled something under his breath that sounded like an insult before turning around and leaving. The door closed behind him.

Second person today.

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I rubbed my forehead.

Selling had never been part of the plan. I started growing for myself, told one friend about it, and then that friend told another friend.

Then another...

Then another...

And now I somehow had regular customers and enough extra money to keep my business afloat. Life was weird but the money was enough to make me not care too much.

I picked my phone back up but the bell rang again.

"Excuse me, miss?"

I looked up with a smile already prepared.

Please be buying flowers.

The man standing across the counter definitely didn't look like he was there for flowers.

But maybe he was.

He was tall. Really tall with dark eyes and a clean buzz cut. A bird tattoo stretched across his throat though it was half way hidden under a black button up. And he looked calm, i wish i was as unbothered as him. only one could wish.

For a second, I wondered who the flowers were for. Lucky girl.

"Hi," I said. "How can I help you?"

His eyes settled on me.

"You're Y/N, right?"

"Yeah. That's me."

He nodded once.

Then smiled, small and polite. Somehow that made me nervous.

"Need somethin'?"

"Actually, yeah."

His eyes drifted around the shop. The flowers, the shelves, the customers, and then back to me.

"I need to talk to you."

And that's when i felt like i had to throw up. it could've been that chicken salad i had earlier but i doubt it, it could be because he fine as hell.

"About what?"

"A little side business."

A million things started running through my mind. I wanted to keep my face calm but with the feeling that my heart was gonna shit itself out i couldn't help but chew on the softness of my lip before replying.

"What side business?" i don't do well under pressure and maybe lying wasn't the best option in this situation but it's too late now.

He tilted his head slightly like I'd just said something amusing.

"Really?"

I swallowed a lump down my throat and thought to myself, 'i'm such a bad liar'

"Really."

For a few seconds he didn't say anything and just looked at me. The silence made me want a hole to appear in the ground and swallow me. Then he nodded.

"Funny thing, ma."

My heart skipped a beat.

"Some of my customers stopped calling."

Oh..

Oh, no..

"They found somewhere cheaper."

His eyes never left mine.

"Took me a minute to figure out where."

I suddenly became very interested in the flower arrangements behind him.

Then he smiled again.

"There you are."

Of course, the attractive customer was here because I accidentally stole from him AND he was a drug dealer, could my luck get any worse? That island with a billion dollars sounds like heaven right now.

I laughed nervously but the sound came out weird.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Oh."

"Mm."

Another silence only this one felt worse. I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans.

"So..."

I pointed vaguely toward the display shelves.

"...would a seventy-five percent discount on flowers help?" He stared at me. Just stared. Like I'd said something that required serious evaluation from a higher council.

Then, slowly, that almost-smile returned.

"You think that's funny?"

I blinked. "...No?"

It came out like a question. Which was embarrassing. Love that for me.

He exhaled through his nose, like he was deciding whether I was stupid or just brave in a really inconvenient way.

"Seventy-five percent," he repeated.

I nodded once. "Yeah. In this economy..."

Silence.

I could feel my soul trying to leave again.

Behind him, someone reached for a bouquet of lilies and I almost cried from jealousy. Must be nice to have a normal problem like choosing flowers instead of whatever this was.

Rio finally shifted his weight. Not aggressive but still scary because he was calm, calm people always made things worse.

"You been busy," he said, not a question.

My throat tightened. "I sell flowers."

A moment of silence passed, then lightly-

"Sure you do."

My face probably showed how scared i was but in my defense it was probably the only thing i hadn't lied about in this entire conversation so it could be the only thing saving me from being thrown in a van right now. I tried to make eye contact again but failed miserably and decided to just look at my shoes. "People like arrangements."

His eyes flicked briefly to the counter. To the register. To me again.

"Mm."

That one sound felt like an accusation and a receipt at the same time.

I leaned slightly on the counter, pretending I wasn't actively considering relocating to another planet.

"So," I said again, because apparently I enjoy pain, "are we good? Or are you here to... not be good?" I looked up at him again.

His mouth twitched but it wasn't quite a smile this time, more like he found something mildly entertaining but wasn't going to tell me what it was.

"You always talk this much under pressure?"

"No," I said immediately.

Another lie.

"...Yes."

The only true thing i've said and that finally got him. A real smile formed on his face this time, small, quick, and gone almost as soon as it appeared but somehow that made it worse. Maybe because  now he wasn't just scary, he was comfortable.

He leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on nothing, like the shop was his space too.

"I'm not here to mess up your little business," he said, trying to relax or calm me down.

I didn't relax because that "little" was doing a lot of work in that sentence.

"I just needed to find out where my product went."

There it is. Of course he said it like that. Like I was a missing inventory report instead of a person standing in a flower shop trying not to pass away.

I cleared my throat. "Right."

He watched me, waiting for something else to fall out of my mouth like word vomit, so I did what any rational person would do under pressure.

I lied worse.

"I don't know what you mean."

Long pause.

He tilted his head again, slower this time. Like I was a puzzle he already solved but was letting sit there just to see if I'd admit it.

"Yeah?" he said softly.

That one word hit different. Not loud. Not threatening. Just certain.

And that was the worst part.

My fingers tapped the counter once. Then stopped.

"...Look," I said, voice a little quieter now, "if this is about pricing or competition or whatever, I can just- I don't know- stop selling or something."

The second I said it, I regretted it, because his expression shifted. But it wasn't with anger, no, it was with interest. And that was so much worse because that meant i wouldn't get peace and quiet to myself for a long time.

"Stop?" He said almost like i was joking, i wasn't.

I nodded quickly. Too quickly. "Yeah. I mean- I didn't mean to mess up what you got goin', it just kind of... happened."

A beat.

Then he straightened.

"'Kind of happened,'" he repeated.

I nodded again, like repetition would save me.

He looked around the shop one more time. The flowers. The soft light. The customers pretending not to listen.

Then back at me.

"You don't look like someone things 'just happen' to."

I let out a short breath that was almost a laugh. "That's because I'm very unlucky."

Silence.

Then a small hum escaped his throat like he was considering that. Finally, he stepped back. Not leaving. Just resetting the space between us.

"Here's what's going to happen," he said.

My eye twitched in irritation because i just wanted to be done with this conversation as soon as possible and be done with seeing him for the rest of my life but clearly that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

"You're going to keep your shop open," he continued.

I blinked. "...I am?"

"Yes."

I waited for the trap, it didn't come immediately.

"But," he added, "we're going to adjust how you operate."

There it is.

My brain screamed. My face probably displayed that.

"I operate with flowers," I said carefully.

A pause.

Then that faint smile again.

"Mm. We'll see."

And then he did something that made my entire nervous system glitch-

He turned like he was done with the conversation, like he already owned the ending of it. Before he left, he glanced back once.

Not long, just enough.

"You're gonna want to stop pretending you don't understand," he said.

Then he was gone.

Bell jingled.

Door closed.

And my legs finally remembered they existed.

I grabbed the counter before I fell into it.

"...I hate my life," I whispered.

Behind me, a customer coughed like they hadn't just witnessed emotional warfare in aisle one of flowers and bad decisions.

A/N: omgosh it's my first story since my old wattpad account from like 2021-2023!!! i had to make a new one bc my old one got deactivated.. but i also made this note to say i don't have auto uppercase on so that's why some stuff starts wit uppercase and sum stuff doesn't bc i have to do that on my own and i be forgetting soo.. also i do write for a black fem reader kindaaa but i haven't really gotten to a part where i can describe the baddie but trust ima get there. leave me some tips in the comments and some advice!! let me know if Rio is out of character or not and if ts is cringe or ass.

Greek life swarmed around you at a young age whether you liked it or not. From the time you could walk on two feet you were draped in red with the highest hopes from your mother to continue her legacy. So when you broke the news that you had no interest in crossing you could only imagine how many times she swore up and down she'd disown you but you knew the jokes were out of love. Partially.

Attending college was out of the question in your household whether you went to an HBCU online or on campus you were going to do something for the next four years. As one mom would do to any child of hers going to her old college, she prepped you with all of your supplies, ran her mouth over the college tour guide and gave her own rendition of what went down in each hall and last but surely the most memerable part of her grand speech before sending you off, she simply asked, no begged you to stay away from those Ques.

Your father must've been one the way she battered that statement into your head, all through highschool, all through middle school, warned you in front of the Que plot at the college!

"I don't wanna see you near it!"

"Mama, they leaving us behind!"

"I got people that work out here, they'll tell me!"

You swore to her not to interact, to breathe, let alone think about anything in purple and gold, don't even wear the color. She made it seem like you were signing yourself for a horror movie but you kept up your promise and skated through two years of straight A's, too many sleepless nights and managed to have a decent party life without ending up on anyone's hit list.

Another semester appeared on the campus of Canvas Town University and you snagged one of the best apartments right across the street with your roommate Liyah. You and her had the idea to move in after she had crossed into her sorority so the two of you wouldn't lose touch with one another due to her newly found sisters. Her heart was smashed once you told her you had no interest but you fully supported her during her presentation and went all out decorating her room.

Did you go to the party afterwards? Absolutely not. Why? When there's Delta's there's Ques and even a whiff of one can cause enough damage to fuck up your mental and you didn't wanna take any chances. Liyah couldn't understand what was so dangerous about them, during freshman year she would crack up watching you turn in the opposite direction anytime you heard a bark or seen anything in the color purple. At first she thought it was a joke but once she saw how serious your face was when you were impersonating your mother, she understood why you couldn't make it.

"I think she's just worrying you'll make the same mistakes she did, you gotta let that go.." Liyah snickered, tying up her shoes.

"I'm only staying for a song maybe two! If i stay too long one of them might scoop me up."

"What's wrong with that?" Yasmin yelled from the bathroom, taking pictures in the mirror. "I haven't had any problems!"

"You cried for the first 2 weeks he disappeared what are you talking about?" You spat back.

"Mind you Jaden hasn't even crossed yet, you just getting started." Liyah giggled to herself, putting on her red jacket. "You don't have to go to the probate but I'm coming back to take you to the party, you get the best videos of me."

"Oh that's all I'm good for? You not worried for my well being?"

"Don't stare too hard then, you made it this long right? Oh and what's your name for the night since you going undercover.." She snickered, waltzing over to the door to wait for Yasmin.

"N/n like usual.."

"I can't believe you still using that knowing you on the dance team, captain at that!" Yasmin rolled her eyes with a scoff still posing in the mirror.

"N/n got you into Sho's place last year! Unless you wanted to pay 60 to get in!"

"I'm not dealing with ya'll silly asses, I gotta be there early. Yasmin I'm in the car!" She shouted, grabbing her collection of keys to head to the door. Your friends knew this routine down to the youtuber you would throw on your TV, you laid back at the dorm while they had the time of their lives at Oil Spills, pool parties while you avoided the yard every chance you got, however tonight Liyah and Yasmin had better plans for your itinerary this year, starting with your 'first' Greek party.

By the time they were on the way back, you'd finished the last details on the dress you were sewing together made out of a really cute top you thrifted. It hung off of your shoulder and you made a few extra pieces of clothing to go along with it including a (f/c) you customized on a whim and a purse you crocheted. You topped the look off with some wrap around heels hearing the door unlock once you finished tying them off.

"You ready?"Liyah called to you.

"Let's go before I change my mind.." You scoff, wasting no time to scurry out of her way before she made any slick comments.

When you arrived to the house you were expecting the place to be packed with people filling up the lines but the most you saw were a few folks hanging around outside. You forgot to pregame at the house which meant spending an arm and almost a leg to get a buzz although you set a mental limit. A drink and a shot to celebrate Jaden, that's it and that's all. The short car ride over didn't make it any better, you were sober and paranoid that your mama had older friends specifically watching you like a hawk!

Your nerves were shot hearing your heels clicking on the pavement, a few men draped in purple and gold were heading towards their car slowly walking past your group earning some jeers and a couple laughs.

"Ease up girl, got your knees locked up please don't pass out in front of these people.." Yasmin said with a tap on your shoulder.

"I'm not! I should've brought a jacket or a liquor coat at least. Did you get any pictures of Jaden?"

"Nah I got videos and I'm screaming in every one of them, his head is so damn big-"

"Jabber shaved him clean it look like his work.." Liyah snickered, inching closer to the front where ladies got in free and the men had to pay so getting inside was the easy part. You walked past at least 10 of them without any issues, keeping your head up and following Liyah who had to greet everyone and find her sisters, leaving you and Yasmin to find where they were selling the liquor.

Pregaming should've been the decision once you saw what they were charging for the drinks, you were kind enough to buy the first round for the girls but your refund wasn't about to spent on cheap liquor.

"40 lovebug.." The girl tapped on screen.

"Well shit.." You scoffed, tapping your card on the reader, looking over to Yasmin grabbing her own drink, pausing a moment before putting it up to her lips.

"Forty dollars?! We could've gotten a bottle for that.." She grumbled, walking off with her face scrunched up from the bitter taste. The building was packed full to the brim, people were shoulder to shoulder watching all of the other sororities stroll while the others mingled and partied. You waved over to the DJ who you knew from freshman year. The crazy blonde nodded back at you while you sipped the sharp contents in your red cup.

"You seen Jaden yet?" The frantic woman asked, hopping on her tiptoes to see above the crowd.

"He should be over there like every other bald nigga in here I'm sure.." You snickered, taking a small gulp out of your cup, clinging onto Yasmin like a lost puppy through the crowd towards the front where you found Jaden and his new brothers showing off.

The ground shook as the boys hopped around in sync, spinning around tossing up their hooks to their heads, a sight you knew all too well. That's when then music lowered and one od the new initiates calmed the crowd down so they could show everyone the information they had learned.

Yasmin pulled out her phone immediately the flash hitting him in the face though he didn't budge, the boys shouted and sung their hearts out, not once messing up a single word and somehow got a laugh out of you. Once they were finished, your cup of tequila ran dry and your social battery wasn't far behind it seeing the room flood not just with new initiates but older Ques as well.

Song 1

The color pink glanced over your vision and of course you assumed one of the LED's has switched over or one of the AKAs took over the lighting department either way it bothered you enough to the point where you turned your head around to find where it was coming from, not that you wanted to explore a que party. It was bad enough you heard your mother's voice screaming at you to leave but you knew that if you came as a group then you left as a group. That rule went out of the window once you realized Yasmin left you to find her boyfriend, you turn in the other direction towards where Liyah was strolling her ass off with her sisters, there was no excuse to go off and record since she wasn't leading it.

The obvious choice here would be to push off to the bar, grab a refill and wait for somebody you recognize but with how jam packed the crowd of women became you were damn near frozen in place as all of the shaven heads disappeared from the floor, making room for the Pros to showcase what they've been doing for years.

Girls were bumping into you parting the dancefloor all dramatic like it was the red sea earning a few scrunches to your face. The DJ mixed in a slower song and the loud shrills of women slowly erupted hearing the gruff sounds of barks coming from the back, a long line of purple and gold pooling in. Some were wearing their letters, some of them weren't wearing anything at all! You were standing next to a group of girls recording a tall man with a fresh taper fade smile towards the camera, another one with waves, it was like you were being attacked from all sides of the field! He continued on with the rest of his brothers and soon enough a widely known chant thundered through the room.

The woman in there knew the chants better than they did!

You couldn't lie and say some of them weren't nice to look at but the only thing you could hear in this moment was your mama making you swear to never set foot on Que property let alone be at a Que party! All you had to do was walk off but a commotion of noise, a nicely mixed DJ set and a glimpse of what looked like pink caught your attention.

Long, thick locs swung near your peripherals decorated in gold jewels glimmering off of the cameras flashing in his way. He was dipped in sweat due to the intoxicating heat swelling up in the building and the one suddenly forming between your thighs. A small shudder scorched down the spine of your back eyeing the gold chain sitting around on his neck, they scanned his tattoos on his right arm leading up to his chest. That signifying branding marked his left shoulder. You found out that the source of the pink was coming from him once you noticed his eyes heavy lidded and fuchsia pink like a laser beam. His hands were veiny and thick covered with rings wearing camo pants with the waistband of his boxers showing up just above his belly button. He carried a hefty happy trail along with his v line not too sharp but just enough to imagine laying your own tongue on it.

The way he moved not only did it call your attention, you felt like a snake being hypnotized by a purple and gold flute. A big, locced purple and gold flute.

He hopped closer, stomping the ground so hard with his boots, you even watched his shoe tongue flap with each movement you didn’t wanna miss a single detail, yet you were missing the biggest red flag of the evening. You go to lift your head to see that same pinkish glow connect instantly to your vision and your body ran hot.

The line paused right in front of you, holding the gaze for what felt like minutes. The sweaty bastard had the nerve to lick his grills showcasing a silver piercing sitting right in the middle barking at you with a smile. A sharp, gold plated smug smile. All of the women around were hollering his name and soon enough a chant had started again due to the man of the hour swinging his neck in your direction, like he was speaking directly to you.

Everyone knew the words. You knew them too.

You knew them yet your lips never parted, fearing that this was how they caught their prey, yet you didn't look away. You didn't want too. Keeping up a safe face, the pink eyed stranger moved along with his brothers down the line and you kept your eyes locked onto his frame, blinking yourself back to normal and few girls bumping into you to follow them along. You had one mission only, find your friends and get the hell on. You weren’t supposed to be here especially in the front row like a buzzard! 

"Over here Y/n!" You heard your friend call with her arm covered in bracelets waving around in the air. You used her noisy arm to guide you to where they were, going to the man of the hour who finally had a moment to breath.

"Aye Congratulations! You made it out!" You exclaimed, giving your friend a big hug, wiping some of the sweat off of his bald head.

"I appreciate it.." He said with a sigh.

"You tired ain't you?"

"And the night's not over yet.." He said with a chuckle receiving a large pat on his back from a familiar face.

"Yeahhh That's right Ace!" A voice barked.

"Oh yeah, N/N this is Jabber! He's the president of this chapter." Her eyes narrowing in a way.

"We've met.." His voice cutting through the music.

"Have we?"

"Excuse me where are my manners?" He snickered holding out his tatted hand to give you a proper introduction. His demeanor was lighthearted with a sense of goofiness wavering over you causing your face to painfully pull into a smile.

"I'm Jabari Wonger, president of this chapter of Omega Psi Phi Fraternity Innnncorporated majoring in Chemistry with a minor in Psychology.." He spoke proudly, recognizing the cadence of his words. You were silently wishing you could launch the back of your hand right into Liyah's snickering face knowing she had something to do with this.

"Nice to meet you Jabari..I'm N/n.." You said, skipping over the details hoping to end this interaction so you could make your way to the door.

"Alright n/n now we've met properly, what you babysitting in that cup?" His accent thicker than the humidity.

"It was tequila."

"Oh nah nah come with me I got something for you, ever had a cup of oil?" Jabber smiled, flashing those grills once again.

"Oil?"You questioned while Yasmin and Liyah giggle to themselves eyeing your reaction. You knew a few things about Greek life but clearly not enough if everyone else wasn't as clueless as you.

"It's good we promise, I'll get some with you." Yasmin said, walking closer to hold onto your arm.

"One cup.."

"That's all you'll need.." He said with a smirk, nodding his head in the direction of the kitchen. He held out his hand earning shocked looks from the girls, they swatted their hands at you to take it and you shook your head no before he looked back.

"You coming?"

~ Song 2

Walking into the kitchen like area people were standing around what looks like a big ass cooler sitting on the island filled with black liquid and various fruits floating around the mixture. People had their cups out waiting for one of the Ques to pour them a cupful, just once glance at the intoxicating mix made your stomach churn, it had enough alcohol into it to convert Wiz to be an alcoholic.

Jabber dapped up the man pouring the drinks, moving him out the way so he could take over grabbing you a fresh cup from the stack to dip it inside, filling its contents almost to the brim. You looked at the tatted man handing you the cup immediately looking back to your friends waiting patiently to get theirs with eyes that said "What the fuck do you have me drinking?"

He poured the girls some and like magic they disappeared back into the crowd once again leaving you in his presence. It was one thing to be a wing woman and leave you alone to do your thing but it's completely different when the thing you were trying to do wasn't working and that was to LEAVE!

"Here I'll take a sip with you.." Jabber said knocking you out of your long continuous train of thought. You watched his adam's apple bob up gulping it down like it was ice cold water, peering back to you taking a full sip, pursing your lips to mask your face from the kicking you in the mouth.

"This shit taste like.."

"Like juice I know.." He paused. "Where yo letters at?" He spoke up, his eyes scanning your physique looking around for any paraphernalia or anything attached to your bag with a sorority on it.

"I ain't affiliated I'm not in that life, strictly GDI.. You snicker, your pupils locked onto the black liquid as you sipped its contents.

"In that life.." He chuckles. "Indecisive or you focused on something else?"

"I don't wanna see you near 'em! It's nothing but trouble with all of 'em! Promise me Y/n!"

"Indecisive, my mama's a Delta and she's pushing for it.."

"Okay future Legacy..I saw them eyes don't think I forgot about that.."

"About what?" Your cheeks pulling at a hard smile.

"You know what I'm talking bout, yo jaw still out there.." His slick gold plated smile making another appearance in the low lit bar area. "One of yo boyfriends made the line or-

"I'm here for my friend it ain't even like that I don't mess around with 1911.." You shut him down quick chuckling at your own joke

"So I've heard.." His hot pink eyes dancing from your lips to your pupils, licking his own to stop him from biting them. The colors of the LEDs flashed on his skin as he talked and it would be a lie if you said you weren't following his every movement, the way he swayed leaning his back on the kitchen counter peering down at you. You weren't tiny but his figure made it seem like he could swallow the entire room with his energy alone, there was no way you could keep up the eye contact yet Jabber had his ways of keeping you focused on him. The air was thick and sharp due to the liquor you were standing right beside, the music was loud but not to where you couldn't hear yourself think but what would be the point? Words didn't make sense in this split second of a moment, your mind was flooded with images of him slinging his tongue around and that was enough to convince you that his powers were working.

"…but I promise you I've seen you somewhere else.." His words coming through like your ears has been unplugged.

"I'm not even on campus enough for you to see me you can't use that on me.." You laughed with him, his long locs moving along his body as he swayed.

"It's hitting you like that?" You joked.

"Oh I'm two cups down you gotta catch up lil mama..wait I ain't get your na-"

Song 4-7

Another song queued up in the atmosphere as Jabber's question fell on silent ears once his head leaned back knowing he had to find his brothers. You peered behind him to see a few of the organizations line up and in the crowd you spotted Liyah front and center knowing that this was your escape route to get out but a strange part of you wanted to linger around in his presence. Whether it was the liquor or not you hated to admit he was clever with his words and corny enough to make your sides hurt.

"You gon keep an eye on me?"

"Not this time..but you'll see me somewhere."

"Imma get that dance." Jabber smirked, creating an inside joke and knife deep tension in the air.

You only gave a smile at him, walking off into the crowd towards Liyah letting out a deep breath of relief. You did the deed! You spoke and had a conversation with a man in purple and gold and didn't die. Part of you knew it was silly and kinda corny to be this paranoid but the other part had it's reasons

It's stupid, outdated reasons.

You pushed through the neos and made your way to the Pros with your phone out ready to record on the sidelines still sipping that oil in your cup suddenly tasting like sharp juice.

A familiar voice made your skin jump once you heard Jabber and his brothers coming from the other direction, you kept your camera steady on Liyah throwing her elbows hard enough to crack a nostril, you learned your lesson real good last year when she crossed not to get too close.

Step by step, one hop after the other he inched closer, it was starting all over again but this time you were determined to get your footage and move on with Liyah right out the door. You quickly got back in the line of people saving all of your clips looking down a second too long seeing the sea of red fade into a pool of purple and there he was right in the middle throwing his hook in the air and shaking his neck as his locs flung around. It was impossible to look away especially when that comforting color of pink filled the atmosphere.

One of the men stepping along the room went in the crowd and swooped a girl right off her feet, hopping her to the groove of the song and then another followed by a quick yelp each time, now that comforting color of pink blared into a fiery red, your heart changed up it's pattern thudding in your chest like a beat up fan.

Jabber had set his target in stone.

One second you were on the ground and the next you felt weightless watching the angle of all the cameras change. Your legs wrapped around his waist like it was an instinct and you didn't know if you wanted to shield your face from all the eyes or focus on him but Jabber made that choice for you.

The way his voice rattled in your chest as slung his tongue around his lips, saying the words with a growl tucked in his throat. It didn't help that your heat was pressed up against his toned stomach and every time he jumped you went right along with him slightly grinding against him.

His sweat marked your dress like a souvenir and that same smoky scent covered your lungs like you were being hypnotized by a baked good. You wanted to see if he tasted just as sweet, the oil was doing exactly what it was supposed to do, lubricating your walls and allowing that glossy look to wax over you.

Your arms nestle around his neck and you couldn't contain your own giggles and smiles any longer and soon enough he sat you back down on your two heels at the end of the line but some of his brother kept their girls in the air toting them around like trophies.

"Told you I'd get it.."

"That ain't funny! And it doesn't count we wasn't dancing."

"Show me what we 'posed to do.." His eyes flickering up and down.

Everyone in the room ha spread out and went off into their own worlds with the all of the fraternity's colors covering the living room floor. You had a feeling that Liyah was somewhere near the front door and hunting for Yasmin became a lost cause, alarms were ringing in your ears or what you heard from the bass of the speakers knocking your eardrums. People surrounded the two of you enclosing the both of you into your own bubble, Jabber took a hold of your hand turning you around your ass connected to his hip pushing up against you while you gave him a little taste of what you could do.

His tatted hand rested on your cheeks as you bent over to get a better feel of what was poking you underneath the material of your dress. That's when you felt Jabber's hands grip your waist fully, pulling you back to slow your movements before releasing you to move faster. A moment you were glad nobody had their cameras on to see.

You were being so thankful about your dress covering that slick sound of your other set of lips starting up a conversation you were urging to have, with the way he was slightly humping your hips to the beat of the song you didn't know how much restraint and resolve you had left in you. Although, you were having too much a good time to think about what your hips were doing, you didn't make a commotion in the crowd but to Jabber all eyes were on you grinding back on him while your ass moved.

A cold shiver ran up your spine as Jabber's hand snaked up your back to wrap around your throat, turning you back in his direction. His pink eyes peered down at you squeezing your neck like he was trying to stop himself from sliding his tongue in your mouth. He pulled in his bottom lip releasing some of that pressure off your neck turning his head to the side smiling hard.

"Quit playing with me.."

You stepped close to his frame, close enough to smell the alcohol on his breath hesitant with your words, fighting a war in your mind and the oil was winning

One kiss wouldn't hurt right?

It was a miracle the way you didn't slip on your own feet walking up the stairs although you spoke too soon seeing Jabber stumble a bit in the unfamiliar hallway. Tiny giggles filled your ears as his little mishap ended with his back pressed up against the wall and your tongue shoved into his mouth earning a satisfied groan from his lips.

His hands shuffled from your hips down to your ass poking out of the small material underneath, cupping and squeezing with a firm grip, laying a heavy smack causing you to gasp into his mouth. You took this opportunity to pull on his bottom lip, taking a small second to look at his tongue piercing before going back in to decorate his face with sticky glossy kisses.

Before you knew you it your back slammed against a nearby wall, lips were smashing together damn near clashing with his grills. Soft heavy hands carefully explored your body as you sucked in a breath from his rings gliding over your ass, sent adrenaline to your mind as he gives it a sloppy squeeze followed by a heavy smack which left you moaning in his mouth.

"Un uh c'mere.." He smirked on your lips as the two of you stumbled back and forth.

"Come get me.." You murmured.

Your arms attached around his neck inching deeper into the kiss. Your little grunts and whimpers only fueled Jabber ego knowing his touch had you ready to melt at merely nothing. He hooked your leg around his side, daring to pick you up like he did in front of every camera in the building, the sinister giggle he left on your lips gave you just strength to do it again! In one swift motion he scooped you back into his arms, pushing your thighs up further than they were supposed to go.

"W-where you- Jabari!"

Jabber placed you up onto his shoulders, your thighs resting perfectly around his neck face to face with your cunt radiating heat and like the nasty dog he was he sniffed you out, moaning to himself before going in to peel the thin material to the side with diving head first into your leaking pussy.

All you could do while the bass of the music boomed through the walls was catch your breath in the palm of your hand. Your other hand dug deep into his locs forcing his warm lips to kiss her first and he was quick to grant your wish. Jabber's tongue soothed your sensitive bud with a long nasty stripe quickly lapping at your juices letting it run down his chin. Like he gave a fuck about making a mess.

He shook his head side to side smearing your slick around, hands gripping on to your trembling thighs oh so tight they left indents on your skin and your back was trapped on the wall, elevated in the dark atmosphere.

"Oh…shit.." Your voice only coming up to whisper as your mind wondered just how high he had you in the air. Quickly, your eyes scanned the dark room ahead of you noticing the ceiling just a few feet away and a pink eyed que dog drooling all over your cunt. Soft subtle moans could be heard from him seeing his eyes shoot up at you and the bastard had the nerve to smirk against your clit, flashing those gold grills while his tongue teased that hole aching for something to fill her. A long mewl later and Jabber's lips wrapped around your now swollen bud aiming to drain that orgasm sitting heavy on your lower stomach.

"D-don't let me…fuck. I don't wanna fallll.." You whined, ignoring your own thoughts by bucking your hips into his mouth, feeling him flatten his tongue so you could grind on the ball of his tongue piercing.

"Mhmmm I wont baby.." His voice muffled by your folds and the sounds of your pussy playing with his tongue. He found his way inside of your heat, pressing past that first ring of resistance earning a harsh gasp from you and a pleasing groan from the nasty dog.

You were practically sucking his tongue inside the way he spread it out made your eyes cross over themselves yet Jabber still pushed on, sliding his wet muscle in and out.

"Oh my god..how you…shit right there right…" You were mumbling tipsy nonsense while you were humping this random man's face and you couldn't stop a thing if you wanted to due to you dangling in mid air. You took both of your hands tangling them into his hair as your walls quivering around his tongue ready to make his grills shine so fucking bright with your slick.

"Gimme that shit.." He pulls back to spit a long drabble of spit on your already glistening cunt, diving right back in lapping up your clit as he slurped to clean up his mess and create a new one at the same time.

"C-Cumming J-ja..I"

"Jabber baby..Jabber.."

"Fuck! Jabber!"

Your felt your body slip off of the wall just an inch watching Jabber pull you in closer to savor your taste, sending a shock wave of nerves across your body only aiding in your building orgasm ready to burst. However, you came oh so close to the top just for Jabber to snatch his jaw away right at the last second causing your thighs to quake around his neck. His dick throbbed at the sight of your dripping cunt oozing all for him, he couldn't catch his breath!

"Taste like juice.." He hummed diving back into your heat with tongue extended layering long heavy licks causing all of your nerves to come undone into his mouth satiating his hunger.

"Y-Yessss.." His filthy lips wouldn't stop, he sucked your orgasm right out of you and continued his sloppy uncoordinated movements, groaning out loud as he slobbered all over your twitching clit

"Oh my god..pussy don't want me to leave do she?" He growled, teasing your hole with the tip of his tongue before flicking up towards your clit then back down to plunge inside tasting your slick walls. His nose nestled right on the mound of your cunt lightly brushing the hood of your clit causing your eyelids to glitch and your legs to squirm on his shoulders fighting that pressure rising once again.

Your thighs closing in on his jaw wasn't enough to make Jabber lose his focus, instead he laid a heavy ring filled smack against your flesh, grunting into your cunt while his fingers left indents in your skin. It didn't matter if your thong was in the way or not he felt the ball of his piercing roll over your clit again and again, holding your clit in his mouth feeling your hole leak more of your juices on the side of his face.

"Fuckkkk…"

"Jabarrrriiiii..ohhh shit!' You cried out, slamming a hand over your mouth while your body convulsed, your eyes dancing around the dark office like room.

Jabber slid your legs off of his shoulders, listening to your heels clack and stagger against the hard floor. You felt like a fresh baby deer the way your knees knocked together though the moment lasted mere seconds before you dropped down to your knees, head woozy from the mysterious oil. It didn't matter if it was your own doing or the help of the alcohol the only thing that lingered in your mind was figuring out what he tasted like, Jabber was on the same page.

"See what that mouth talking bout.." Jabber unbuckled his belt, the clicks of the metal ringing in your ears revealed the rest of that happy trail you envisioned earlier, the way your mouth drooled you felt like a dog in heat yourself. When you were mindlessly hopping around in his arms and felt his semi poking you underneath your dress, your mind instantly pictured your lips wrapped around the head of his dick never did you think you would have a chance to showcase your imagination

His natural musky scent filled your nostrils as his dick sprung free from his boxers tapping his ridiculously carved stomach, the main reason he stopped your climax from crashing down was to prevent his own from sneaking up on him. He winced grabbing his own length, spreading the nasty white liquid with each stroke squeezing out semi clear beads of pre.

You groaned at the sight, sliding your wet pink muscle out decorated in spit lines, taunting him, silently begging him to cave in and do his worst yet he only inched inside of your warm mouth, coating his shaft as he pumped into your throat at an agonizingly slow pace. Lewd sounds of him hitting your uvula over and over drove him insane, thank god for the music or else the entire party would've heard his steady grunts or your throat filling up with spit.

Your acrylic hands wrapped around his slippery shaft stroking him into your mouth, moaning on his dick as you swirled your tongue around his tip, neck bobbing up and down

"Ahhh fuck! No hands..no hands give em here.."He huffed, grabbing at them rather than swatting them away so he could intertwine his fingers with yours keeping them steady on the wall. His hips rolled further into your mouth producing nasty globs of spit to fall on the sides of your chin, easily sliding in and out with no resistance. You were breathing manually through your nose, eyes shut prickling with tears forced to listen to his drunken praises and low gutteral moans leaving his body due to your throat tightening up on him.

"There you go there you- oh my god! That's a good girl take it..slobbering on my dick like this look at you making such a pretty mess mama.." He cooed, hesitant to keep up his movements as his knees buckled underneath the hot and heavy pressure rising in his lower stomach. Your spit muffled moans only made it worst! Your eyes flutter open gazing up at Jabber's illuminated eyes peering right back at you with his bottom lip tucked in, his breathing hitched in his chest fighting off those loose whimpers escaping his own throat.

"Mhmm you want me to cum all on this face don't you baby? Keep that throat open for me gahhhh- fuck!" He slurred, confused in his own mind why his balls were tightening up so quick, it felt foreign to him. His thrusts became sharp, powerful and sloppy hoping to ruin your voice not just from you screaming his name. Jabber plunged back and forth each time grunting harder to keep himself steady, running his mouth through gritted teeth. He squeezed your hands tighter as you felt his balls hit your chin at a faster pace, they tignten up and the cramp in his lower stomach became too much for him to handle.

"It's like that? You gon make me cum like that? Imma give it too you ma..Imma- shhhiiiitt!" You felt his tip jump in your mouth followed by a sharp savory taste staining your tongue before he abruptly pulls himself out of your mouth to spray your lips with the rest of his seed like he was painting you with fresh lip gloss.

"Ho my god you done made me nut off some head?"

You only moan in response swallowing every drop trying to finally catch your breath, if being held up in the air made your legs tremble you weren't prepared for what Jabber had in store as he stood there still stroking himself to spread the sensitivity, what you were about do next definitely took the que dog once he saw you stand back into your feet hiking up that homemade dress up to expose your aching cunt spilling and spitting up your juices.

"Put it in me.." You murmured, the muffled bass of the music thumping in the room.

"Thats what you want?" He grinned, inching closer to plant his hand right beside your skull on the wall, taking the other to draw lazy patterns on your thigh, cupping the fleshy material to wrap it around his waist. He tugged on that thong nesting so perfectly between your cheeks tossing them on the floor. Jabber leaned into the side of your neck and you swore you heard that signature bark in your ears but instead the slick bastard laid a nasty lick on your skin angling the tip of his dick to line up with your entrance carefully sliding your slick up and down on his shaft.

"All night you've been giving me that look…uh huh that look right there.." His voice melting like butter as your eyes locked on to each other. "I gotchu mama he gon get you right.." He taps your clit 3 times, being so polite to knock before he enters leaning his hips forward allowing him to ease his way inside of your tight cunt sucking him into your warmth. The both of groaning at the point of connection.

"Ouuu fuck…"

"Let him stretch you out…"

"Y-yesss J-jabber…"

"Louder baby they can't hear you.." He smiled, keeping his position steady rising your thigh up once again to hook on his shoulder to give him the deepest angle watching your face fall apart with each stroke. Your words couldn't be processed the only noises that could be made out where broken slurred syllables of his name. Your hands rested on his shoulder digging your nails into his skin as you rubbed on his body, your fingertips ran over that branding sitting on his shoulder and it drove your mind into pieces feeling his muscles tense up underneath you.

Your sopping wet cunt became the star of the hour as he pushed up inside of you, eyes focused on watching your every movement. The veins of his dick rubbed up on your creamy walls puncturing that gspot he found in no time sending black and white stars to your vision with the color pink dancing around in your mind.

“Over the music? Huh? Yeahhhh You want everybody to know what i’m doing to you.. I knew…you were…a slut…”

He slung his dick deep inside of your core with each word, grinning to himself as the color white stained him like a brand new paint job. You growled and drooled onto the wall with joyful tears staining your face as your swollen cunt spat out more of your sticky fluids, dribbling down your thighs.

“You tightening up on me? H-Hah…shhhit! Yeahhhh I know, this dick fucking you stupid? Already?” He laughed, stuttering on his own moans as he felt your sloppy pussy clamp down on his length, tugging him in like a warm hug.

“Deep, long strokes is what this pussy needs? Listen to this shit." He trailed off from the feeling of his dick slowing it's pace to watch you swallow him up

"So...thick...fuck!"

"Keep talking bout it." He smirked.

"I feel..so fucking full.." You whined, plopping your hips back to keep you with his ridiculously slow thrusts. You felt his hand creep up by the side of your face, whimpering as his fingers slipped in your mouth allowing you to suckle on them muffling you further as his hips picked up speed You drooled like a bitch in heat with your eyes rolling back in pure drunken ecstasy,.

"Jab-berr!!"

"That dick got you drunk mama?" His voice came out almost like a growl, breathing so hard against your neck. There was no way in hell you were about to stare him down while he slung his dick in you like this, yet Jabber didn't give a fuck what you wanted in this moment. He grabbed your chin with no hesitation, forcing your eyes to peering to his pretty pink orbs as he drug his dick in and out, his cheeks pulled into a ridiculous smirk seeing you go in and out of that subconscious trying to stay in the moment instead of going to la la land.

"Where you at?" He lays a few taps to your face, slowing down just a bit to get a good look at you.

"I'm good I'm good…please…don't stop.." You whined to him, your words still coming out coherent enough for him to keep going, that was all the consent he needed to pull out of your soul sucking cunt to turn you around to face the wall. Your hands held on to the surface as Jabber spat right on the crack of your ass spreading it with the tip of his dick right before he pushed back inside of your heat, a long cracked out moan leaving his lips.

"Pussy so….ssssfuck!" He winced as he stood there remaining still letting that pressure build up, you took your hand to spread your cheeks open just so you could push back on his dick with slow, calculated bounces. You felt his skin clap against yours and your juices coat his dick disappearing inside of you over and over. It was like something in your mind had switched over, that searing hot feeling of his dick pressing past that barrier hit like crack, spreading yourself wider so you could take every inch not realizing you were giving him more access to fuck you up how he wanted to.

"Take this pussy from me.." Your own lustful thoughts failing you due to your words being spat out loud. You slammed your hips down with a much harder force

"This my pussy?"

"Oh fuck…yessss."

"Stop lying.." His dick sliding in and out of your pussy at a steady rate as patches of white cream covered his shaft. "Fuck why you creaming on my dick like this?"

"You stuffing me so fucking good.."

"Gon make me cum in this pussy, you gon let me cum in this pretty pussy?" he lays a heavy smack to your ass, slamming into your squeezing cunt that much harder, knocking the wind out of your lungs, there was no where to run! He had your head pinned against the wall with his ring covered hand, pussy spread open taking every inch he promised to give.

You paid his question no mind not giving a fuck about the repercussions in this very second, he could cum in your mouth, buss one on your face and damn sure cum inside of you if he kept laying that thick length inside of your creamy walls the way he did. How could Jabber keep his composure with your ass swallowing him up? Your pussy choking him out like he owed you something? You could tell how close he was based on how his hips slurred with his sloppy non-calculated thrusts. He was no good.

Jabber removed his hand from your back popping his thumb into his mouth coating it with spit laying it back on your puckering hole gazing back at him, he teased you with the tip of his thumb testing the waters as he popped it inside with ease, groaning at the sight of his dick entering you and him pulling you back like a cock sleeve.

"Hooo my fucking god…" Jabber growled shoving his free hand to the side of your face, mushing you into the wall as he pumped his dick inside of you, playing with that hole pushing it in further. His gold cover smirk illuminated the room as his threw his hips into your stomach watching the recoil on your ass ripple time and time again.

"Im gonna cum if you keep—fucking me—like….like ohhhh Jabber!" Your mouth was clamped over by Jabber's cool ringed hands turning your wild outlandish screams into muffled bass just like the music still bumping from downstairs. Jabber should've covered his own drunken lips since his moans were just as broken as yours. His heavy warm breaths along with cracked out whimpers mixed into the air, his hips ricocheting off your ass.

"Please..please mama cum all over this dick..oh fuck! Let me cum in this pussy please? Move yo fucking hand!" He barked, grabbing a hold of your wrist to keep it in place, slowing his strokes down creating a mind numbing pace coaxing more of those sweet juices to drip on the floor.

The pressure of his dick hitting your inner core over and over swelled up like gas in a balloon, you felt like you had to pee yet he didn't stop digging so deep inside of your pretty pussy, he was determined to pull everything out of you and then some, the bright idea to push him back became a futile one as he slipped his thumb out to pick your body off of the wall like a rag doll placing you on a nearby dark wood desk. His arm shoved the papers, pens and pencils all to the ground just to place your body on the surface returning his painfully pleasurable pace holding your ass cheeks open to lay another line of spit on your ass watching it dribble down

"Such a nasty lil bitch.." He grumbled

"You a…nasty….fucking…dog…"

"Say it again…say that shit again!"

"You a…fucking…dog…..jabber…fuck!" A sharp cry echoes throughout the dark room as your juices trickled down your legs making a small puddle on the floor. Your thighs convulsed together and your stomach cramped from how deep he was punching your guts. All of your moans mixed in with Jabber's strung out groans feeling his dick twitch so deep inside, you didn't have time nor the energy to notice your phone going off the hook in your bag that fell on the floor moments earlier.

Your arms stretched out over the hardwood gripping onto the edge of the desk while you drooled, letting your eyes bounced along with your body as Jabber crumpled up the bottom of your dress using it as leverage to bring you back on his dick every time.

Heavy smacks stung your skin feeling his thrusts becoming sporadic and hungry, he leaned forward to sink his teeth into the back of your neck, using his whole hand to grab you up by the neck to sling you down on his dick, regaining a second wind listening to the lewd sounds of your pussy gagging on him.

PLOP PLOP PLOP

"Stuff this pussy..I can't take this…I- Yessss Jabber!" You turned your head around like a dunce to try and get a glimpse of him, drilling his length so deep.

"Yeah you can baby…oh I know…" He whined, his eyes widened once he locked eyes with you, gazing at your mouth being agape from his dick throbbing inside of your walls

"Bark for me.." He snickered, changing up his rhythm to hit your core spot on shoving his dick in and pulling it out to his tip to repeat those long, deep strokes inside of your stomach.

Your throat only let out a low guttural growl before Jabber left a hefty hand print on your ass from smacking it in the same place over and over.

"Bark for me." This time sounding more like a command then a request and just like that a small bark left your lips followed by a mewling growl of the next orgasm settling in.

"Yeah baby…like you want it…Bark like youu…oh fuck I'm cumming baby I'm finna nu-gahhhhh damnn..!" He exclaimed, immediately pulling out to layer thick shots of his cum all over your ass in nasty heavy spurts. His hands pumped his dick coating in your mixture squeezing the remnants out of his swollen tip. Your screams were silenced by your own hands slamming over your lips once more to muffle the blow as a stream of your juices cleaned his dick off in seconds.

The both of you were dripping in sweat, breathing hard and almost as drunk as his neos outside of the room partying.

Sitting in the after glow, the coolness of Jabber's rings rubbing your ass to soothe you felt just as intoxicating as his dick, the foggy clouds settled over your mind feeling your legs tremble in place like a muscle spasm.

"FIND LIYAH!" Your mind yelled at you, the longer you stayed around in this room, the longer you would have to sit in the overpowering guilt of knowing what you just did. It was supposed to be just a few kisses! How the hell did you stumble upstairs into this office in the first place? You stumbled around the room looking around on the ground to find your buzzing purse and to quickly do something about your hair sweating out. A spare hair tie did the trick once you put your style in a quick half ass low ponytail. There no getting rid of the evidence but the main goal your body focused on was to move.

"W-where you going lil mama? Aye- easy-" You scurried out of the room before he could even finish his sentence, rushing down the dwindling staircase in your heels careful not miss a step. You made it to the bottom and began to fumble through your purse to find your phone only to look up to see your friend yelling at you from across the building with her phone to her ear.

"Y/N! Over here!

"Y/n where did you go?!" Liyah said in a worried tone.

"I went to see a man bout a dog..we gotta go.." You stammered.

Jabber emerged from the same door moments later adjusting his pants making that same journey down the steps only to find that same thong on the steps quickly picking it up and slowly hesitated before he took a deep sniff with the thong he had collected off of the floor, looking around to see if he could spot the logo of that dress, your eyes in the crowd anything. He had to at least see the girl that just took his virginity one more time but you were nowhere to be found.

One of his brothers came up to him, patting his shoulder knocking him out of his drunken train of thought.

"Yo we were looking for you! The cooler running low and one of the Neos throwing up bad in the back- " He paused looking down at Jabber's hand still holding the black thong.

"You bagged?!"

"I smashed…" Jabber joined his brother in a goofy ass mini celebration following him to the back to help out his neos while you sat in the passenger seat of your friend's car replaying the events over…and over….and over. Classes would start back tomorrow, tryouts for the CT Majorettes began the week after meaning you were about to be too busy and you would never have to see his face again let alone another Omega plot on campus.

You swore to yourself to never look back but a certain someone was just about to start his search.

I can't lie this one is a new personal favorite and I hope it becomes yours too! Who knows where this may go it all depends on you guys but you know the rules love. As Always I'll imagine with you soon until next time dolls!

-MissHoneyBlue