Lynn

IDOLS

Katseye Sophia Laforteza ~

˚⟡˖ ࣪ Serie: Fuck Sophia Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 +18/completed 18k wc. You just needed an orgasm. But Sophia had to enter in your room without knocking when you were touching yourself. After a slight argument, the tension was too heavy and Sophia, too tempting.

˚⟡˖ ࣪ One Shot: I know she is Evil. +18. 5.2k wc. Queen Bee Sophia Laforteza was the sweetest girl of the campus. But she didn’t fool you. She was hiding her true self and you knew it. But the real Sophia was maybe too attractive, as evil she could be.

IVE Jang Wonyoung ~

˚⟡˖ ࣪ Headcanon: Wonyoung has a crush on you. Suggestive fluff 8k wc.

Movies/TV Shows

Mean Girls 2004 Regina George ~

˚⟡˖ ࣪ Drabbles : Pretty Girl, Pretty Mean, Pretty Whiped +18/ongoing.

Asking your girlfriend to wear her expensive dress.

DC

Talia Al Ghul ~

˚⟡˖ ࣪ Serie: I think I hung out with Talia. Part 1 Part 2 Fluff/completed 8,7k wc When your best friend begged you to handle alone with Talia the fact that her son stood her up, you hadn’t anticipated that you’ll spend a great time with her. Leaving you looking forward the next time. There’ll be a next time, right?

˚⟡˖ ࣪ One Shot: Let’s find a new path. Sugqgestive hurt/comfort 4,3k wc The night you met Talia was the night of your new start in life. She never forgot you and you didn’t either. Three years later, your paths crossed again and she is resolved to not let you go.

Bruce Wayne ~

˚⟡˖ ࣪ One Shot: The Last Word. Fluff 2.5k wc. When Bruce got home and saw you completely mad at him, he knew he had to beg for mercy.

˚⟡˖ ࣪ Drabble: Your husband reacting to the Gotham’s times vigilantes ranking. Fluff

Jujustu Kaisen

Kento Nanami ~

˚⟡˖ ࣪ Serie: Addictive. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 18+/ongoing 9.2k wc Nanami Kento was your usual office worker, overworked, stressed and always tired. No time for bullshit, relationship and sex. But when his friends dragged him to a bar and he met you, a well experienced fuck girl, he realized that maybe, he was also a lustful man.

Gojo Satoru ~

˚⟡˖ ࣪ Serie: That was not good of you, Toru. Part 1 Part 2 18+/ongoing 4,6k wc Gojo Satoru, the sexiest frat boy on campus, was heartbroken after you rejected his confession. Now, he has to spend an entire week alone with you. But how could he possibly stay sane when you seemed determined to torture him?

He was the best, really. But would he be that incredible as a boyfriend? You didn’t think so.

He was still Gojo Satoru after all, a man so pretty that even older women hit on him. A man so confident and full of himself that sometimes he could look at his reflection in the mirror and be moved by his own beauty.

A man who had thousands of women and men in his DMs and instead of just playing cards when he was bored, would randomly text one of them and go out with them so they could entertain him.

He was a jerk. The greatest friend ever, but a fucking disgusting manwhore.

So when he confessed his feelings to you one day, you could only do what you thought was best for you; reject him. It pained you because you weren’t stupid, and you knew that your relationship would never be the same. Though you still hoped it would stay at least casual and fun.

But he started acting strangely. He avoided you, his smile faltering every time your eyes met. His confidence would disappear in a second whenever you were around. He would chuckle awkwardly and apologize every few seconds.

It was cringe. You started to hate being around him alone, not because you hated him. Hell, you loved him so much —as a friend.— but it was embarrassing and always tense.

One day, Sukuna sat next to you, silently, for like ten minutes. His brows were furrowed and his jaw was tense. He was looking at you like you were a worthless bug.

You raised your eyebrows, confused, because why would that man stay next to you, looking at you silently like a creep?

“Do something about him or I swear I’ll kill the shit out of him,” he said before getting back to his feet, his hands in his pockets. “He was so pathetic that I couldn’t even laugh at him. And now I feel pathetic because of you.”

Your lips parted slowly. The fuck?

“I’ll snatch your pretty little head off if I ever hear him cry out your name again. You hear me? Then he left.

Ryomen Sukuna actually came to threaten you because you made his friend sad? —It wasn’t really that, but you interpreted it that way.—

And all Satoru’s past actions rushed through your head. He was genuinely sad? Like, really?

You had thought it was some kind of game to him. You were sure that he didn’t really like you. Not that way, anyway. 

So he avoided you because he was hurt?

You bit your lips, guilty about what you’d done. You never wanted to break his heart! It was only fair not to trust his feelings. That man was romantically the worst! He was far away from your standard of the sweet, quiet boy, and though he treated you perfectly as a friend and also happened to be handsome, it didn’t mean that you could just give your heart to him.

You started overthinking the whole afternoon. 

Then the night came, and around midnight, your phone buzzed with a call. You were lying on your bed, watching a movie on your computer when you grabbed your phone and gasped at the contact name of Satoru.

You hadn’t answered the first time, but another call came seconds later, and it made you worried that something bad had happened. So you hung up, placing your phone against your ear.

“Hello?” you said slowly.

“Hic… I’m so in love with you.” You heard sobs.

“I promise I can be good for you. Please, give me just a chance.” Satoru, completely drunk, begging for your love.

“My heart hurts so bad. The guys brought me to the hospital yesterday… cause I was suffocating and my heart was beating too fast.” 

He didn’t talk for minutes, panting and crying. You could hear the faint sound of music in the background, but it was muffled by his sobs.

“Please… I’m literally dying from loving you. I’ll do whatever you want.” He coughed, choking on his own breath.

“I already belong to you, just… just take anything from me. But please. Please, stop killing me.”

“Dude, what the fuck?! Guys! He’s trying to call her again!” Loud voices and hurried footsteps suddenly filled the background, cutting him off before the call abruptly ended, leaving you speechless.

It was bad. It was so bad. You understood better why even Sukuna had come to you. It was a whole different level of heartbreaking.

But what was way worse was your soaked panties. You actually liked that. It turned you on so much. You didn’t especially know if it was the way he was so desperate and obsessed or just the way he was crying, but you’d discovered that you were a fucking freak that day.

Then your phone buzzed again with notifications, audio messages from him. You jumped for your phone, unlocking it with your hands shaking, sick, perverted fantasies blowing through your mind.

“I really love you. I do… And it’s ruining my life. Please… stop doing this.”

You had trouble fully understanding what he was saying because his voice was trembling with tears.

Your clit ached, and you leaned back against the pillows.

“You would’ve preferred a guy who was quieter, wouldn’t you?!” 

He made a sound close to a whine. 

“I can be that guy! I stopped sleeping with women for you. I’m all yours. Please, I promise I can be everything you want me to be.”

Subconsciously, you slid your hand beneath the waistband of your underwear and found yourself already slick. Your fingers moved slowly at first, circling in lazy patterns as you listened to him sob.

You fantasized about riding him, about straddling his narrow waist and sinking down onto him while he would sob your name.

“I’m always fucking hard around you and I’m so ashamed. Last time I came in my pants when you waved at me.” He cried again. “I’m so sorry for being such a loser. Is that why you don’t want me?” 

Your hips rolled upward as you pressed harder against your clit. You liked him like this. You liked that he was pathetic, that he, the most popular guy around the campus was broken, that all that arrogance had crumbled because he loved you too much.

“Take whatever you want from me but just leave my mind.”

You closed your eyes and saw him more clearly. You imagined those normal confident blue eyes now all needy and listening with tears. They would look up at you, desperate, begging for something you wouldn’t give easily. 

“Oh my god.” He whispered in disbelief. “You’re so beautiful and I’m here rock hard, crying for you. I wish you’ll do something about it…” He went silent for a few seconds “But you won’t even look at me.” His voice cracked with tears. 

You pushed two fingers inside yourself and moaned, loud enough that you almost drowned out the audio. You fucked yourself harder, imagining how he would look if he were here, on his knees begging. You wanted to ruin him more. You wanted to take that beautiful, broken man and destroy him completely.

Your movements grew frantic. You thought about telling him exactly how you touched yourself to the sound of his misery.

Your hips bucked against your hand as you imagined him coming undone beneath you, filling your greedy whole completely.

You moaned, your fingers working yourself rough and fast, chasing that image of him reduced to a broken mess. 

And his white hair would be tangled in your fingers while you would suffocate him with your thighs, as his tongue would be working on your pussy.

You came hard, biting your lip, back arching off the bed, thighs trembling around your hand. You were completely lost in lust, overwhelmed by his voice and your dirty fantasies. 

“I’ll be so good to you.”

And he sobbed without talking, for what felt like minutes, as your clit was pulsing, still sensitive from your orgasm.

And you stayed there, sprawled on your bed, looking at the ceiling, thighs and fingers glistening with cum as your best friend’s voice message was still playing, echoing through your room.

“Hic… I’m going crazy.” He mumbled to himself. “I’m actually completely crazy.” He sounded shocked, and finally, the audio stopped, leaving you alone to process what had just happened.

You had just masturbated to your heartbroken best friend’s emotional distress, and you had loved every second of it.

You wanted more. You wanted to own him completely, to drive him completely crazy until he wouldn’t be able to make voice messages anymore and could only come crawling, begging you in person.

And you wondered, how much torture could Satoru handle?

It had been months since then. The plan was going perfectly, but the reward you had given him by masturbating yourself loudly in his house hadn’t been received the way you had hoped it would.

And now you were in trouble because you felt that the sweet, lovesick boy was starting to want to move on. You couldn’t allow that. You wouldn’t. You needed to move quickly and stop the teasing.

Because, as he had said, he belonged to you and only you, and it was time for you to claim him.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Lynn ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

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── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Lynn ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The night went by so fast, between several rounds and conversations.

He was not experienced enough with sex to know, but he was more than certain that it was not usual for a one-night stand to last 24 hours.

You’d had sex countless times, watched movies with him, ordered takeout at 4 AM between two rounds, then he made you breakfast later that morning. He also made you lunch and dinner, and finally, you left Saturday around 9 PM.

When you left, Nanami realized that he had basically offered you a hotel room and room service along with it. You had basically taken his whole weekend. He hadn’t gone to the gym, he hadn’t cuddled with his cat silently for hours, he hadn’t read anything, and he hadn’t checked his emails while sighing and rubbing his eyes because he had to work on weekends.

His whole Saturday had been about having sex every hour, listening to you talk about everything, watching horrendous movies that, strangely enough, you happened to like, and feeding you with everything left in his fridge. He had never “hung out” with a stranger in his house, and what was completely crazy was that he liked it.

He loved it, even. It was so weird to have someone that loud at home, borrowing his shirts, laughing at his lack of shower products while complaining. Nanami liked cooking, but he had never had someone pushing him into making snacks and full-course meals all the time because “Sex makes them hungry.”

And it was weird because you were a very annoying person, all teasing, bad jokes —they were actually good, but they were always about him— and attitude. But he loved the time you’d spent together.

Though when you left, you didn’t give him your number nor mention a potential next time. He hadn’t said anything either. That was supposed to be a one-night stand. You were supposed to have left hours earlier, at dawn. He was supposed to be happy about you finally leaving his personal space.

But he wasn’t.

Kento just felt weirdly uncomfortable and started wondering what to do in his own house. Sunday arrived, and he started doing what he usually did on weekends. It was quiet, too quiet. He just frowned at himself, because how could he miss something he’d only had for 24 hours?

Nanami even started to overthink, his heart clenching strangely at the thought of you doing this with others. He wasn’t stupid. You were clearly more experienced than him, you weren’t shy and were completely at ease. The way you flirted with him in this bar, the bartender who seemed to know your game, the way you were at ease in his house as if you were used to hanging out with strangers.

You didn’t even try to hide it or explain it. It was plainly obvious that you were used to one-night stands and all. And he hated the simple thought of you doing it with others after your time with him.

That was probably why you didn’t give him your number, because you’d find another very soon anyway. He wasn’t mad at you for that. He was mad at himself for having his heart swell.

Because life wasn’t tiring and stressful enough, he had to take an interest in a woman way out of his league.

On Monday, he reached the highest point of his misery. His coworkers were whispering about the new director of their department. Nanami was already tired, and he sighed because a new boss always meant a lot of social interactions.

Great day.

And in the late morning, when he saw you arrive in the meeting room, he only thought about jumping out of the window.

Of course, you hardly hid your shock and just said, “Kento? Hi.” Your eyes widened in surprise.

Of course, it elicited reactions, and you apologized with a laugh, lying about how you hadn’t seen him in a while.

His coworkers came to him after the meeting, some smiling and raising their brows, misinterpreting the nature of your relationship. Nanami only brushed it aside, following your lie, and just said, “She’s an old friend.”

Because he seemed very serious, they believed him but started laughing and teasing him about how crazy it was for him to have friends. Great day, really.

Weeks passed, and Kento never had a good day since then. It was so obvious that even his friends knew about you and his little crush. It became their favorite subject. Kento Nanami wanted a woman. Crazy.

Shoko laughed about how he liked being around obnoxiously loud people. It was true. Apparently, Nanami liked those who were his complete opposite. The evidence was that he was friends with Gojo Satoru.

The said Gojo talked about you at every opportunity. He often saw you in the bar where you met Kento. Satoru would report every single one of your actions to Nanami’s great annoyance. Gojo didn’t bother to tell him, “She was with a very sexy blonde guy.” Or, “She looked pretty interested in that black-haired guy. She was laughing at every joke.”

Nanami didn’t return to that place because he was scared to see you with other guys. Just thinking about it made him sick.

And when Utahime said, “You’re very unlucky. Why did it have to be with the world’s biggest fuck girl?” 

He couldn’t answer because, yeah, why?

Three months later, life started to calm down. Nanami wasn’t as tense as he had been at first. You talked to him like nothing had happened, always unbothered or softly smiling.

He became used to it. What he still wasn’t used to were the little hickeys he could sometimes spot on your skin. They weren’t obvious to those who didn’t watch too long or too closely, but he wasn’t one of those people.

You’d even shown him how to hide them without makeup during your one-night stand. For ten minutes, you rambled and made him a tutorial, role-playing as an influencer while he played your follower. And he listened. Hell, he even remembered how to do it with and without makeup.

He was a professional in that matter because of you, so of course he noticed your hickeys, even when you tried to hide them.

He would wonder if you did the same role-play with the guys who gave you hickeys. He hated thinking about it.

He also became used to his coworkers hating you. “A massive bitch.” That’s what your friend, the bartender, said you were used to being called. It was true.

Surprisingly, even he could agree. You were such a bitch. He never had a boss that mean and that authoritarian, and he didn’t think it would be you, of all people.

You ruled the sales department with fear and sarcastic comments, always wearing a hypocritical smile. Some of his coworkers started calling you “The Bitch.”

When he heard it for the first time, he unconsciously frowned and said, “That’s very unprofessional of you.” in his usual calm tone. The break room became quiet, and awkwardly, they laughed, apologizing. They thought he was just defending a friend. Because as bitchy as you were, you were still supposed to be his old friend, so the nickname changed, and it became “Satan.”

One day, his misery finally started to come to an end. It was a Thursday night. He was on his way home. He’d spent the evening with Suguru, Nanako and Mimiko because the girls had adopted a cat and needed help learning how to take care of it.

It was supposed to be chill, but of course, Satoru also came. It was just a mess by the end of it, and the cat definitely hated the white-haired male.

Nanami just wanted to buy groceries and go home to sleep, but then he saw someone he knew too well. You were sitting on a chair in front of a konbini store, completely bent forward, clutching your stomach with one arm. Your head was down, looking at the floor. Even like that, he recognized you.

You looked in pain, and though he wanted to avoid you by walking in another direction, his feet moved by themselves, and he crouched down in front of you.

You didn’t move an inch. You said, “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Kento?” with a strange giggle.

You lifted your head, your eyes meeting his as you watched him with a sly smile on your face. A smile he hadn’t seen in a while, clearly showing that you had put your “boss” mode aside. You were definitely not sober.

“You’re drunk.” he said, and you didn’t quite know if it was a question or an affirmation.

You shook your head. “I’m not. You are.” You giggled.

He hummed at your nonsense. “Let’s get you home.”

You frowned. “No! I’m your boss, don’t come any closer.” You straightened in your chair. “Stay professional, we’re at work!”

“You’re drunk at work?”

Your eyes widened, and you pouted. “Oh… Right. I’m not a good example. I’m so sorry…” You almost whined your apologies.

Then you rambled, strict nonsense about everything and nothing for minutes. Kento just watched you, silently listening to everything you had to say.

“I knew I shouldn’t go drinking in the middle of the week. This guy was so boring.” You sang the last word.

He pressed his lips together. “Is someone accompanying you?” he asked, cautious with his words to not show a trace of anything.

You nodded.

What a torture.

“Then, I’ll leave you as soon as he comes back.” he chose to say, ignoring the way his heart squeezed.

“You’re so sweet, Kento.”

His hand found your bare thigh, stabilizing himself against you as he was still crouching in front of you.

“He’s buying cigarettes right here.” You pointed at the bar across the street. “I bought condoms, and now I’m waiting.”

Nanami nodded.

“He is boring but very cute, though.” You smiled.

“Forgive me… But is it alright to…” He winced, thinking about which word to use. “You know. With someone when you’re drunk?”

You beamed, your eyes softening at the pretty boy with his cute glasses in front of you.

“Aww. You’re such an angel.” You reached out to place your hands on his cheeks, squeezing them softly.

If the man was always patient with you, listening to your every word and letting you do whatever you wanted, he couldn’t handle that anymore. Not with your hands and attention all over him. He needed to leave.

“I’m asking if I can really leave you.” he brought back the original subject, stepping back a little to free his face from your hands.

“You want to leave?” You looked disappointed.

Damn. He just wanted to go to sleep! Why would you do that to him?

“Please, answer me. I’m not trying to tell you what to do. But… Maybe it’s not a good idea to leave with a stranger in your current state.”

You hummed in agreement. “Yeah! That’s very dangerous. You shouldn’t do that.”

Okay, right. He couldn’t leave you.

“I’m sorry. I’m going to bring you home. You can curse me tomorrow if you’re not okay with it. Tonight, though, I can’t let you go, even if that’s what you want. I promise it’ll be the last time I’ll ignore your opinion.”

A sick part of him was happy that you weren’t in a good position to go with another man. Another part was also happy that he had found you alone that night because you were in a very dangerous situation.

And between all of this, he had hated the whole way to your house. 

The way he had to hold your hand because you couldn’t walk straight. 

The way you talked about everything, always doing new role-plays in the middle of a sentence. 

The way you hugged him so tightly, mumbling how sweet he was against his chest when you reached your front door.

The way his heart beat so fucking fast when he left.

The next day at work, you were nowhere to be found. He assumed you had woken up late and would eventually show up in the afternoon.

Around noon, though, the director of the accounting department came to his desk.

“Nanami. I’ve been told that you know your director personally?” She raised an eyebrow, and her voice indicated that she didn’t buy it for a second.

How could the most stoic man in this company be friends with a woman like you?

“We do know each other.”

She looked at him for a few seconds before huffing playfully. “Okay. Well, she didn’t show up today nor announce her absence. But we need her signature for the plan for the next project. It’s today or never. Could you go to her place, make sure she’s alive and get her to sign this, please?”

You hadn’t even announced your absence? But you were fine the day before? What happened?

“Umm…” He hesitated, frowning.

“What? You don’t know where she lives?”

“I do.”

“Okay, then just go. Come back later, it won’t be taken off your paycheck. Enjoy it, you’re literally allowed to hang out with your friend for an hour or two.”

That’s why Nanami knocked at your front door thirty minutes later, on a Friday, in the middle of what was supposed to be his lunch break.

He had to do it a couple of times before you finally decided to open.

“Can you get the fuck out of here, Nishi?! Go fuck yourself.” You almost yelled, but your voice cracked. You still wore the same dress as the day before, when he had dropped you off at home.

Your hair was messy, dark circles under your eyes, and you looked so tired.

“Can I not fuck myself?” he emphasized.

You frowned, finally looking at him, and your eyes widened.

“Kento.”

You basically whispered it.

As you were about to close the door, he gripped it with his hand without thinking. He wasn’t that Nishi guy you were clearly mad at. He didn’t know who the fuck Nishi was, and honestly, he didn’t want to, so why would you make him leave without even signing his paper?

“It’s a professional matter.”

“Professional?” You frowned.

Clearly, you were too weak to fight with him about the door —anyway, he would have won, that man was so fucking strong— so you just left it.

“Yes. It’s Friday, you didn’t call to justify your absence, and we urgently need your signature here.” He showed you the folder.

You kept frowning, staying silent for a few seconds, then suddenly your eyes widened in panic.

“Oh my God, Kento! I’m late for work! I’m supposed to give the plan for the project today!”

You just disappeared, running back inside your house. Nanami froze for a few seconds until he heard an “ouch.”

He just sighed and entered.

“Forgive my intrusion.” he said, taking off his shoes.

You were sprawled on the floor, on your back, silently sobbing. He placed his bag and the documents on the kitchen counter before crouching next to you.

“Are you alright?”

“I forgot work, Kento!” Tears fell from your eyes. “I failed you all! I’m sorry. We worked so hard on this project.”

He hummed. “I’m here for that. You just have to sign, and then I’ll go back to work.”

You lifted your head to meet his eyes.

“You’re such a good person, Kento. You always have solutions for everything.” You kept sobbing.

That wasn’t something particularly exceptional of him, and yet you seemed very moved by it. The way you were shaking, sobbing, talking nonsense, and that tired voice of yours led him to place his hand on your forehead.

“You’re feverish.”

You just groaned instead of answering.

“Is Bethany back from her honeymoon trip?”

Your heart squeezed as you placed your hand on his cheek.

“You remember that?”

He frowned. “You talked about it every few seconds.”

“It was months ago, and yet you remember her wedding month? You’re such a good listener, Kento.” You started crying again.

Actually, he remembered your best friend’s wedding date. Not only the month.

Nanami took your hand off his face because the contact distracted him. “Is she back yet?”

You shook your head, still crying.

“Is there someone else I could call? Is your sister in town?” He also remembered that your sister was an airplane pilot.

“She is in China.” you managed to say when he wiped your tears with his thumb.

“Have you eaten yet?”

He already knew the answer. Your makeup from last night was still on, and you hadn’t changed your clothes. Obviously, you even hadn’t slept well, let alone the eating part.

You didn’t answer, babbling about how thirsty you were. You hadn’t finished dealing with your hangover either.

“Can I touch you?”

You raised your eyebrows with a smirk. “I am your superior, Kento.”

He hummed. “My apologies, Miss Superior. Can I… inferiorly touch you?”

And you weakly laughed at that. Kento was the type to just shut up and take whatever you had to say. It was one of your first comments when you told your friends about your time with him. “He goes along with any of my bullshit, that’s sexy.”

He took your breathless laugh as an answer, got to his feet, and lifted you off the floor. Gently, he placed you on your couch and brought you water from your kitchen.

“I suggest you take a shower and eat something.” he said, watching you drink.

“You suggest? Why should I take it into consideration?” You teased.

“Because I cannot stay here. I must return to work. If no one can come to you, I’ll be the last person who has seen you today. I might as well leave you in a more… proper state.”

“Do I look like a mess?!”

He stayed unreadable. “You could use a shower.”

You looked like a mess. You basically had black stains all over your face because of mascara and tears.

“I’m too cold for this, but I’m hungry. Could you make me something, please?”

He shouldn’t. He was already flustered enough around you. He shouldn’t stay there, taking care of you. He was too weak for that.

“Please.” you added with a pout, your eyes glassy again.

He was too weak.

“Take a shower.” he mumbled, grabbing his phone and placing the front camera in front of you.

You yelped in surprise, hiding your face. “You saw me like that?!”

“I’ll make you something. Take your time.”

He grabbed the empty glass from your hands and helped you get up.

Your cabinets were completely empty. Your fridge was not the fullest either, you did mentioned that you couldn’t cook and basically ordered takeout very often.

With the little he found, he managed to make you fried rice in only fifteen minutes. That’s when he heard a scream coming from the bathroom, followed by a loud bang.

He frowned and went to the door, knocking. “Is everything alright?”

“I think I broke something…” You sounded very confused.

“Are you decent?” He cautiously asked.

“Of course I’m not! I just fell in the shower, Kento.” Your voice cracked with frustration at the end.

He was very aware of your mood swings. It was weird how you switched from laughing to crying in just a second. It actually made him take your sick state more seriously. Maybe the fever had given you dementia. Maybe it was not only a fever.

“I’m coming in.”

He found you sprawled in your bathtub, stroking your elbows.

“I’m sure I broke my elbow.”

He walked toward you, dropped to his knees and gently started to stroke your elbow, analyzing it.

“It’s not broken. We can apply some cream if it hurts.”

He took the towel from the counter and opened it so he could wrap you in it.

“I can’t walk.” you said.

You could walk. He knew you could. He shouldn’t let you play with him like this, but because he wasn’t himself around you, he didn’t say anything and lifted you out of the bathtub before bringing you to your bedroom.

“My elbow hurts.”

“I’ll take a look.”

He rummaged through your drawers, looking for clothes and underwear.

“Your forearms are very sexy.” you said, looking at his sleeves that he’d rolled up to cook.

He didn’t answer, as always. He never answered any of your compliments. You had noticed it, and you guessed it was because he didn’t know what to say. It was partially true, but it was also because it would make him blush sometimes, and he found it embarrassing.

Nanami came back to you, helping you put on your panties and pajama pants.

“You shouldn’t be seeing me naked. I’m your boss.” you said, lifting your arms so he could help you with your shirt, making your bare tits wiggled.

“Very unprofessional of me, indeed.”

“Why do you always let me do this? Don’t you think that I’m annoying?”

You were looking for an unprofessional answer. You wished he would say something corny and ambiguous like, “You’re special.” Or, “I only do that for you.”

He made eye contact with you as he brushed your wet hair off your face.

“An employee must do as their superior says.”

And you smirked. Unfortunately, he managed to avoid the question with skill. He basically gave you nothing.

“Smooth.”

Kento was the best cook you knew. Sometimes, you craved the pesto pasta he made you when you were at his house. You didn’t think you would get to eat his food again, but you were there, eating comfortably on your couch, your knees tucked against your chest.

Kento placed the folder of documents and a pen on your coffee table before returning to the kitchen to clean up.

When he finished, and when you finally signed the papers, it was time for him to leave.

“I’ll justify your absence,” he said, putting his shoes on. “There is food in your fridge if you’re still hungry. I suggest a nap for now. You’re still a bit feverish.”

“Could you come back after work?”

You’d been dying to say those words since he first asked you if there was someone to take care of you.

Your sister wasn’t even in China, actually. You wanted him to do it because you desperately needed more of that domestic vibe. It had only lasted 24 hours, but you felt like you were with him. Every time your friends ranted about how good it was to spend a lazy day with their loved one, you would always roll your eyes.

What was so good about spending every second of a day with a boy? The sex part was cool, okay. But the rest? Why would you want to cuddle and chat with a boy all day instead of going shopping with your girlfriends?

But then you did it with Kento, and if you hadn’t had a brunch to attend on Sunday, you would’ve just spent the whole weekend at his home, with him. Making love every minute, laughing and eating his food.

You hated to admit it, but you finally got what your friends were talking about. And now he was there, at your house, be took care of you like he did that day, he listened to you and actually remembered your words. You didn’t want him to leave.

As unprofessional as it sounded.

He just stared at you, uncomfortably.

“I don’t want to be alone.”

“I will drop off groceries. Then I’ll leave.” He emphasized on the last word.

You smiled. “Thank you, Kento.”

You would make sure not to let him leave.

It was actually really bad how whipped you were for that guy. When you left his house that day, you had already taken his number. You’d seen it on some administrative papers neatly placed on a counter.

You knew that he wouldn’t have taken the initiative. He genuinely looked like he was wondering if the way you two moved was normal, he was obviously uncomfortable sometimes and very awkward. You had to be the one in charge.

The plan was simple. You just wanted to text him a few days later so you wouldn’t appear like a desperate girl. And you never did that. You never got the number of any of your past hookups. They were just not worth it.

But Kento wasn’t just a boy. He was the sexiest, sweetest, prettiest, warmest boy ever, and you weren’t afraid of doing a little chasing to get him just one more time.

Then Monday arrived. When you saw him, your heart did that squeezing thing that left you breathless. Your plans were doomed. As exceptional as he was, you would never risk your career or your professionalism over a boy.

Even a boy like Kento. You hated that, but the dick wasn’t that good. —Actually, it was, but a girl can still have her dignity.—

You tried to act unbothered. You hooked up with boys here and there. They were all terrible or just not like him anyway. You tried to forget him by going with different types of guys, but even those who had a similar personality to him were just not like him.

And if at first you wanted him for just another night/day or whatever, you ended up wanting him for more than this. He built your standards in only a day. You never had those. Why would you be dreaming about the ideal boy?

When you were asked, you would say that the ideal boy was a guy around seven-inch, funny, not clingy, who didn’t want to stay the whole night.

Now, because of Kento, you had a real type. Him. Everything about him. —And the fact that he was an nine-inch guy was a plus.—

And of course, he had to be off-limits.

You couldn’t even have crumbs of him at work. He was always avoiding you and tensing up at every interaction. You could only watch him from a distance like a fucking creep, you would lust over him in the middle of the day.

Thinking about his big hands that you’d once had all over your body, the way he lowered his voice every time he had to talk to you, and you would think about how sexy his whimpers were. You craved to hear more of his voice. You knew he could be loud, and you needed to make him moan in your ears. Working with him was pure torture.

Then some marvelous news changed the whole story. Kento Nanami would be promoted to a supervisor position in the accounting department. During a meeting with the other directors, they mentioned how he definitely deserved to be a director, but apparently, he wasn’t interested because it was too much work.

You laughed at that because it suited him well. You were also extremely happy that he wouldn’t be your employee anymore. He would get a position that suited him better, in a department where he would get to just do his maths alone in his corner and, most of all, you could get him.

Kento would be happy, and you would be too.

What a good news, wasn’t it?

That night, you went out drinking at a bar with a friend, and you drank so much you ended up completely intoxicated.

All you knew was that Kento brought you home and let you hug him before leaving.

  That’s why you were here, your forehead against your radiator because you needed to fake your sickness. You often saw people do this shit on TV. Now it was time for you to use the method.

Your fever faded after your nap, and you weren’t hungover anymore. You had nothing to keep him there, taking care of you.

So you took a hot shower, wore thermal clothes and ran around your house until you were just a sweating, hot mess. You were putting your pajamas back on when he knocked at the door.

You were supposed to be sick, but you didn’t want to humiliate yourself more, so quickly, you looked in the mirror, arranging your features a little, before running one last time around the house to pant a little more.

Finally, you opened the door, breathing heavily and acting as if you were in pain. He frowned at the sight of your state.

“How come…” He just mumbled, placing a hand on your forehead. “You’re burning. You should go to the hospital.”

Your eyes widened. “No!” You said louder than intended, still panting.

“Okay. Stop talking, breathe.” He pushed you inside, leaving the grocery bag and his shoes in the entrance.

He placed you on your bed before leaving for the bathroom. During that time, you held your breath until you felt like suffocating to keep the “out of breath” mode.

He came back minutes later with a bowl and a towel.

“I suggest water to refresh you. Can I touch you?”

“Please.” You wanted to say, but you just nodded.

You lifted yourself up a little to help him take off your pants, then, with the wet towel, he started to caress your skin, making you shiver.

“This is unprofessional.” he said after a long silence. He was tense, and for the first time ever, the silence made him uncomfortable. He needed to fill it.

“Let’s ignore this.” You hummed as he gripped your thigh, humidifying your legs. “You often touch my thighs.”

He was about to take his hand off the body part, but you gripped his wrist, holding it right there.

“I may or may not have bought skirts because I hoped you would do it if you saw them. But I don’t get to wear them at work. Unfortunately.”

He lifted his head, eyes widened. You did have a great amount of miniskirts. He’d seen a lot of them when he was looking for clothes in your drawers. But he would never have guessed that you’d bought them for him.

“This…” He cleared his throat. “This is definitely unprofessional.”

“Who cares?” you whispered, shifting a little closer to where you were sitting, your thumb starting to stroke his wrist.

“They will curse you because you’re a woman. Not me. It’s not a good deal. It will look bad for your career.” He had never spoken that fast. Ever. He was just trying to cover the sound of his heartbeat.

You beamed at his words. “You’re literally the sweetest and prettiest boy ever.”

“I…” He sighed. “You’re going to be cold. Let me finish, please.”

“And I want you to finish in me.”

He gasped.

Nanami Kento just gasped, and it made you laugh so hard.

“You… I thought you were sick and breathing hard.”

You suddenly stopped yourself, pressing your lips together to keep from laughing again. “You’re right. Sorry. I’m sick.” You pretended to cough.

He gripped your thighs tighter subconsciously, making you close your eyes so you wouldn’t whimper.

“Don’t you like your title? It’s an honor to be the most wonderful boy ever.” You managed to say because you wanted to keep teasing him.

“Who is the most wonderful man ever?”

Internally, he regretted his words. He shouldn’t be playing along with you, but he was dying to ask you that every time you referred to him as a “sweet boy.”

You frowned playfully, obviously thinking his question was stupid.

“This society doesn’t make men. Only boys.”

Crazy, because he liked the answer. If, in your little world, men didn’t exist, it meant that he was number one of his species. Crazy to be happy about it. Completely pathetic, even.

He still wanted to be seen as a man by you, though. The only one alive in “this society.”

He didn’t answer, humidifying the towel again before lifting your shirt to refresh your belly.

“You’re often on your knees today.”

“You’re very close to the floor…”

“Not that much, you’re just very tall. Has anyone else told you that?”

His hand pressed against your waist, holding you still as you lifted your shirt with both hands to help him refreshing you up, revealing your bare chest.

“Yes.”

“Mmh… A woman?”

The wet tissue made its way between your tits as you shivered, both because of his cold hazel eyes finally meeting yours and because of the warm sensation on your skin.

“Yes.”

You chuckled. “Where is she now?”

He was finally done, getting to his feet as he threw the towel back into the bowl of water.

“I apologize, but I don’t know what I should answer.”

Then he left for the bathroom.

You bit your lips. He was so fucking sexy, it wasn’t even fun anymore. You were still burning hot, and he was also hot, so now everything around you felt way too overheated.

You just sprawled on your bed, looking at the ceiling, still in your panties and shirt, thinking about what to do now.

“I’m hot and my elbow hurts.” you just said when you felt his glare on you.

“You should rest.”

“You should rest with me.”

He went silent.

“Do you have someone waiting for you at home, Kento?”

“No.”

He kept his answers short because he swore he was on the edge of dying.

You started playing with your hair. “Do you see someone?”

“No.”

“Hm. I also happen to not have anyone.”

“We… work together.” His voice sounded small.

“Yeah. I’m a very bad boss, aren’t I?”

“That’s not what I implied.” he defended himself quickly.

“That’s exactly what you meant. But that’s fine, I’m not mad at you. You’re my favorite.”

His ears became red, and he wondered what he was supposed to look at, your exposed thighs or the floor.

You wanted him to snap without knowing that you wouldn’t be his superior anymore. Firstly because of your ego, you knew you could get Mr. Perfect to make some bad decisions. Secondly, because it was actually really fun to see him all flustered and trying to stay professional.

“You know what will help me get rid of this fever?”

He didn’t answer, listening to every word you said.

You straightened on your bed, finally looking at him. He was at the door, holding onto the door handle.

You raised your eyebrows, suggesting that you were looking for an answer.

“Eight hours of sleep.”

He made you giggle. “No. Eight hours of you eating me out.” You spread your legs.

His eyes drifted from your eyes to your clothed pussy, again and again. “I don’t think it’s…”

“You’ve never done that, have you? Don’t you want to learn?”

“Sorry?”

“Come here.” You patted the spot next to you.

“It’s just my favorite employee helping out his poor boss who’s dying.”

“You’re not dying.”

“I will if your tongue doesn’t fuck me in the next few minutes. Come on.” You gave him puppy eyes.

He stepped closer, slowly, the mattress sinking beneath his knees. You placed your hands on the back of his head, bringing him closer.

Your noses bumped into each other, neither of you breaking eye contact. His hand gripped your hips while you grabbed the other, leading it toward the hem of your panties.

“I don’t think it’ll work.” he whispered against your lips.

“You can do it, pretty boy. Don’t worry.”

And you kissed him, slowly, savoring his lips and tongue. Kento’s heart was beating faster as he kissed you clumsily and desperately. He pulled your panties down, slowly sliding them off your legs as the kiss deepened.

Your skin was warm, salt-sweet on his tongue. A quiet hum escaped your throat as he moved lower, and your fingers threaded through his hair, not pulling, just gently patting.

“I dreamed of this every day.” you whispered.

You shifted, parting your legs wider as he breathed against you before slowly pressing his mouth to you.

The sound you made was soft, a half-muffled gasp, feeling his tongue tracing a slow, deliberate line from the bottom up, and your hips tilted. You grew hotter and hotter with every second.

“There are—Fuck. So many times when I wanted you to fuck me on your desk in front of everybody and—”

“I still think it’s not a good idea. You’re going to burn.” he cut you off mid-sentence, growing harder in his pants.

“Ngh—I don’t care.” you moaned.

He looked at you for a few seconds. When your hips shifted against his face, he sighed and went back to the job.

He circled your clit with his tongue before drifting to your lips, making your whole body tense. His tongue flicked across them, and your hands flew to the sheets, gripping them white-knuckled.

Kento felt your taste deepen, growing richer. His mouth worked in a steady rhythm, broad, flat strokes that made your hips rock and pulled broken sounds from your throat.

“Fuck! Kento, I can’t do this anymore. Ngh!”

Your thighs tightened around his ears when you felt that he was about to stop, muffling the world around him. He wrapped his arms around them, tucking you closer and gripping them harder. You were right; he really did like your thighs.

“I can’t keep hooking up with boys to forget about you. Aaah! They don’t comp—oh my god…”

The only sounds he could hear were your ragged breathing and the quiet, wet sound of his mouth on you. You dragged your fingers through his hair, pulling him impossibly closer, still grinding against his face. As he pressed the tip of his tongue inside you, his nose caressed your clit dangerously, making it throb deliciously.

“You’re the only one I want right now.”

He varied the pressure, the speed, watching the way your body responded. He was completely lost in your scent, words, and taste, his mind going blank as he moaned against your core. The vibration enticed a whimper from you, inviting him to keep feasting on you. A faster pace made you gasp, pressing your heels against his back harder, demanding more. 

Nanami felt owned by you. He wondered if you wanted him to eat or if you wanted him to fuse with you. Either way, he would have accepted anything from you. His heart was beating faster and faster with every confession. He felt like he was dreaming; it couldn’t be real.

Your breathing hitched, becoming shallow, your hips beginning to move faster, seeking something just out of reach. Your grip on his hair was almost painful now, but Kento couldn’t care less. He also wanted more of you.

“Please stay—fuck.”

He doubled his efforts, desperate to hear more from you, his tongue moving with the deliberate precision he liked to apply to everything, making you cry out a startled sound. Your body went rigid, every muscle locked, your back arching off the mattress.

Then you snapped, your whole body shuddering, a wave that started deep in your core and rolled outward through your whole body. A sound tore from your throat, not a word, just a raw, desperate cry that filled the room. Your hips kept bucking against his mouth, riding through your orgasm, and he stayed with you, accompanying you through your climax with his mouth greedily drinking your release.

You started patting his head, relaxing your legs as they fell open. Your breath came in slow, ragged pulls.

Kento lifted his head, chin slick, lips shiny. He pushed on his hands, still staying between your spread legs as he went onto all fours, his face above yours.

“It was definitely the worst thing to do with a fever.” He touched your forehead before placing one hand on your cheek. You leaned against his palm, still panting.

“I think it was a great idea.”

He smiled softly as he reached for a book on your bedside table to fan you.

“You’re so sweet!” You whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He winced at the feeling of your warm hands. “And you’re like a radiator. We need to do something about it.”

You spread your legs wider. “You want to eat me again?”

“Something effective.”

You pouted. “It is! It’s just because it was your first time, so you weren’t really skilled at that.” You lied. “But it actually works really well.”

He pressed his lips together. “I’m going to ignore that, and I suggest we go on a walk. You need fresh air.” He freed himself from you, fanning you harder.

“Then we can try my method again?” You gripped the hem of his pants, playing with his belt.

“No.”

You frowned. He never said no to you. Why would he say it when you were dying? He seemed to have noticed your shock.

“I’m not skilled at it.”

Your lips parted in surprise, hiding your smile because it was actually fucking funny.

“Come on. It was a joke.” You reached for his face, but he avoided your touch, climbing off the bed.

“Let’s get you ready for a walk.”

You heard the smile in his voice as his back faced you while he grabbed clothes from your pantry.

“If I ask nicely, would you do it again?”

No answer.

You whined, “Come oooon. I was joking. I really want to sit on your face and to suffocate you with my pussy until I can’t take it anymore.” He tensed, his dick growing harder in his pants. “Would you like that?”

You knew you could make him snap; you just needed to say the right thing.

“And—”

“Yes. Please, stop talking and go clean yourself.” He cut you off.

“On it.” You giggled, happy with yourself.

And you knew you were close to achieve your goal, fucking the shit out of Kento Nanami forever. 

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Lynn ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

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His smile faltered. He swallowed hard and chuckled awkwardly as he ran a hand through his hair.

When the pet sitter knocked on the door, Gojo Satoru was ready to see a sixty-year-old girl with braces or a tiny old lady who had a dozen cats. But then he opened the door and saw you, the girl he was in love with.

His smile faltered. He swallowed hard and chuckled awkwardly as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Hey! It's been... a while." Internally, Satoru cringed at how uncool that sentence had sounded.

You simply raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. "Hi, Toru. What are you doing here?"

"Um... It's my parents' house. I'm here for, you know... the holidays..." He cleared his throat.

"And they need a pet sitter when their son is home?" You teased.

He tried to laugh with you, but it sounded more like a choke than anything else. "The pets need attention, and I'm busy with my final assignments. Plus, I'm leaving this weekend." It was the first proper sentence he'd managed to say.

You just nodded. "So... can I get in or...?"

Red spread across his face, and he laughed awkwardly. "Yeah, yes! Sorry..."

You walked past him and stepped inside. He invited you to sit on the couch while he poured you something to drink.

Two beautiful white cats and three black dogs appeared, and you beamed at how sweet they were. When Satoru came back into the living room, he found you sitting on the floor, playing with the dogs. Your legs were sprawled, giving him a glimpse of your pink lace panties.

He tightened his fists, mumbling under his breath to keep it together.

"Here you go." he said, placing a lemonade on the coffee table.

You laughed when one of the dogs licked your face, lifting your eyes to Satoru with a fucking huge smile. He almost whimpered at the sight.

"Thank you, Toru!"

He nodded, fidgeting with his fingers, unable to look away from you. "So..." he finally found the courage to speak.

You picked up one of the cats and got back onto the couch, patting the spot next to you, inviting him to sit down and stop wandering around like a creep. "Hm?"

He obeyed almost immediately, still keeping his distance. He grabbed a glass of lemonade, holding onto it tightly.

"You're... staying all day? For the whole week?" He took a long sip just as you answered.

"Actually, I'm sleeping here."

He choked on the drink, coughing like a stupid loser.

"Oh my God. Toru, are you okay?" you asked, placing the cat on the floor before patting his back.

You were too damn close, and your scent invaded every one of his senses. "Yeah, yeah... I'm good. Sorry." He raised a hand defensively, still coughing, trying to keep you as far away from him as possible.

"Your parents told me you're leaving at the end of the week, and because I live pretty far from here, they said it was alright if I sleep in the whole week instead of only coming once you'd left." you explained.

Satoru finally caught his breath.

"If you're uncomfortable, I can leave tonight and come back tomorrow." you offered.

And he wanted to say yes. He was fucking uncomfortable with the idea of you sleeping here. But it was too shameful to admit it.

"No... That's fine." he answered, never meeting your eyes.

You watched him for a few seconds before sighing. "Listen, I know it's still... awkward between us. You don't have to force it. I can leave."

He winced. He hated that you were comforting him when he was the one who had made everything awkward.

"No. Really. I moved on. You can stay." Your eyes met, and he fought to keep his composure as he told the biggest lie of his life.

You smiled brightly. "Cool. Hope we can have fun, then."

He forced a smile and nodded.

Gojo Satoru, the golden boy of campus, the sexiest frat boy ever. Always the life of the party, always surrounded by friends or plenty of women, had fallen for his best friend.

And when he confessed, months ago, you rejected him, saying you only saw him as a good friend.

That day, he completely lost it and cried. Gojo Satoru had cried over a girl. His frat brothers couldn't even make jokes, they were all too uncomfortable. Even Sukuna had patted his back, silently trying to comfort him.

Not only had he lost the love of his life, he'd also lost his best friend. You had distanced yourself from him, and whenever your mutual friends got the two of you together, everything became painfully awkward, even though you always tried to act as if nothing had happened.

Months had passed, and he still hadn't moved on. He still stalked your socials or walked past your classes just to catch a glimpse of you. He had Suguru check on you from time to time, just to make sure you were doing alright.

When his friends came up with the idea of fucking other girls to help him forget about you, he accepted. At that point, he just wanted to get rid of the pain in his chest that kept him awake every night.

He had tried. He swore he had. But when it came time to kiss that girl, all he could think about was you. So he apologized and asked her to leave.

When his frat brothers saw the girl storming out of the fraternity, furious, they sighed and went to check on him, only to find Gojo crying again.

"Bro... I swear, you gotta lock in." Suguru had said that day.

Gojo Satoru was simply heartbroken. It didn't even feel like his heart was still in his chest anymore, because you had it. His heart was yours, and you wouldn't give it back.

The first night arrived.

Satoru had spent the entire afternoon locked in his bedroom, avoiding you. He was already prepared to spend the next few days outside the house if that meant staying as far away from you as possible.

He couldn't sleep. Not while you were sleeping in the bedroom next to his.

His thoughts overwhelmed him so much that, for a moment, he thought he was imagining hearing moans. Until it wasn't his mind playing tricks on him anymore.

He genuinely heard moans coming from your bedroom. High pitched sounds, uneven breathing and a crazy amount of wet sounds.

You gotta be kidding him.

He winced, burying his face in his pillow in order to cut the noise or maybe to suffocate himself to death.

But you started whimpering helplessly, louder and louder, whispering pleas and curses. He was hard, painfully hard and the fact that he didn't had sex since the day he fell in love with you —a whole year ago— didn't helped.

His balls were heavy due to his long celibacy period, his length already leaking pre and stretching his boxer. It was bad, really bad, he shouldn't be thinking about it.

But his hand drifted to the bulge, then he freed the angry nine inches of cock out of his boxer, stroking it slowly at first.

He pressed his lips together, keeping himself to make the slightest sound, his dick was rock hard and dangerously hot against the big palm of his hand.

You kept moaning louder and louder, playing with your greedy little pussy, stretching yourself with your fingers as you ruined the sheets with come.

Satoru stroked himself at every new squelching noise, coordinating his pace to yours. He was ashamed of what he was doing, but your obscene voice and the thought of your face was too much.

He wondered if your pink lace was completely soaked, he wondered if you had tucked it to side or if you were completely bare. He needed to know how you tasted or what exactly was your scent.

He craved to see your pussy, to be suffocated by your thighs while eating you out. His thumb pressed the tip of his dick, sticky with pre cum and Toru had to put his hand on his mouth to refrain a sob.

He was mad at you, he wanted to villainized you for making him so sad and so helpless. He felt as though you were doing this on purpose, why would you jerk off that loudly in the house of the man you had rejected? And you knew he hadn't moved on. You were torturing him devilishly, it was so mean of you and he didn't think you could be so cruel.

But unfortunately, Satoru loved every second of that torture, he wanted to hear more of your sweet voice, he wanted to fantasize about you, every single second of his life. He didn't want to move on, he needed to love you and although he was mad, craving to show you that he wasn't a stupid loser who was still heartbroken, a part of him desperately wanted to bury his dick in your cunt, filling you up so bad that you'll ended up pregnant with his baby.

The only thought of your pussy leaking of his seeds and your belly swollen with a baby accelerated his movement finally making his cock shed white splashes on his sheets.

His ears were buzzing, slowly recovering from his orgasm and realized that the house was quiet again. As if nothing happened. It made him doubt himself, maybe he was crazy, maybe you never touched yourself, moaning shamelessly.

He was just crazy. He had fantasized the whole thing because he was a stupid creep, hopelessly in love with the most wonderful woman he'd ever met.

It was completely sick. He was completely sick. Then Suguru's words echoed through his mind, over and over again, the entire night.

"Bro... I swear you gotta lock in."

That's why, the next day, when you were out walking the dogs, he made a stupid decision.

He invited a girl over. He was beyond crazy, to the point of hallucinating. He needed to get you out of his system.

So he resorted to the method his friends had suggested, fucking around.

The girl was pretty and super sweet. Like, the sweetest girl ever. She laughed softly at every single one of his jokes and always avoided eye contact.

She wasn't like you. Satoru always had a hard time holding your gaze. There was something in your eyes, something intense. Something far from innocent, something overflowing with energy and confidence. Your smile was always mischievous, as if you were constantly plotting a prank. You never missed an opportunity to tease him, leaving him completely red and flustered.

"Gojo?"

The girl called his name, and he startled. She was sitting on his lap, wearing nothing but her bra and skirt, her arms wrapped around his neck.

"Are you okay?" she asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

He had drifted off, thinking about you again. It was bad. Really bad. He needed to shut his brain down.

"Yeah. I'm good." He chuckled.

She simply grinned, her face moving closer, ready to kiss him. Satoru swallowed as he rested his hands on her hips.

Then their lips met softly. His eyes remained open for a second before he forced them shut, trying to get into the mood.

He wondered what your lips tasted like. Would you kiss him as gently as she did?

His bedroom door suddenly slammed open, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Toru, it's raining like crazy outside, could you—"

You stopped dead in your tracks when you saw the girl draped all over him, kissing him. She yelped and immediately climbed off his lap, hiding in a corner of the room.

You simply stood there, your eyes wide. Toru was in exactly the same state as you, lips parted, face burning red, eyes wide open.

"What..." was all he managed to say.

"Sorry. Never mind." Your voice was flat.

You slammed the door shut and left the house again, the room stayed silent for a moment.

A few seconds after hearing the front door close, the girl chuckled before leaning closer to Satoru again.

"Who was that?" she asked with a laugh.

Satoru cleared his throat, his gaze drifting from the closed door back to her face. "I'm sorry... Could you leave, please?"

You came back about two hours later, completely soaked, just like the dogs. You had played with them in the rain, and it had been really fun, but now they needed warm towels, and you were craving a hot shower.

Before that, though, you had something else to deal with.

Satoru had stayed locked in his bedroom ever since the girl had left. He was supposed to be working on his final assignment, but you occupied every corner of his mind. He felt ashamed that you'd seen him like that, just thinking about it made him want to cry.

When he heard you come back with the dogs, he didn't even come out to greet you or ask if you needed anything after being caught in such awful weather.

He wanted to disappear and hoped you'd never look at him again.

You quietly opened his bedroom door and closed it behind you, Satoru's heart skipped a beat as he looked up.

You were wearing nothing but your underwear, your hair completely soaked. "W—Where are your clothes?" he mumbled, immediately looking away as he shifted awkwardly on the bed.

"I had to stay outside in the rain for two hours with the dogs, Satoru. Waiting for you to finish with that girl. My clothes are in the washing machine." Your voice stayed low, a small smile contrasting with the accusation.

He closed his laptop, still unable to look at you. "Yeah... I'm sorry. I—"

"Why?" you cut him off.

"Hm?" It sounded like a whimper.

"Why would you do that, hm? You were doing so well, you were such a good boy."

His heart hammered against his chest, slowly lifted his head, finally meeting your eyes.

"What...?" He whispered.

You started walking toward him, forcing him farther onto the bed. "I came here to reward you, Toru. I gave you a taste of what you could've had if you'd kept being a good boy."

You tilted your head slightly. "So why did you ruin it?"

"I... I don't understand..."

The mattress sank beneath your knees as you crawled toward him on all fours.

"What are you doing?" His voice cracked.

"That wasn't the behavior of a good boy, Satoru." You grabbed his arms, keeping him in place as you straddled his laps "I'll have to punish you." You mumbled in his ear.

He was shaking, breathing hard, whining at the contact of your center on his bulge. "I'm sorry." He only whispered.

You yanked his head back, forcing him to meet your eyes. Your fingers tightened in his hair, drawing a pained moan from him.

"You were so, so close to finally getting me..."

He pressed his lips together, his eyes already glassy, desperate.

"What is your excuse?"

"I... I had hallucinations... I thought I heard you last night..." His voice shook. "I'm going crazy. Please... get out of my head."

Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill.

You hummed, as your lips found the sensitive skin of his neck, sucking and biting harshly. He wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you gently and you finally stopped pulling on his hair.

"It was all for you, last night. I touched myself for you. You were supposed to accept your reward like a good boy, grateful for the chance to touch yourself while listening to my voice."

You kissed your way from his neck to his jaw.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry. I promise we didn't do anything! I... I could only think about you. I made her leave. I'm so sorry."

He started rambling, his chest rising and falling with every breath he took.

You moved closer, your lips almost brushing against his. He was breathing heavily, his eyes drifting down to your lips.

"Please..." He whispered.

"Please what?" You wrapped your arms around his neck, scratching his back with your nails as you rolled your hips deliciously slowly on his hard cock, stretching his sweat pants.

Satoru whimpered, his head going back a little, his arms tightening your waist.

"Please... forgive me. Kiss me..." You grind another time "Ngh! Give me something."

You laughed sarcastically. "Oh I won't kiss you, Toru. Kissing is for lovers. And I'm not your girlfriend, remember?" You emphasized.

He sobbed, tears falling from his eyes. "But I love you." His voice cracked pathetically.

You smiled at that sight, kissing all over his face, avoiding his lips on purpose.

"You love me?" You asked grinding against him in a deliberate slow pace.

He nodded aggressively, still crying. Ugh, he was so handsome, you wanted to devour him completely.

"How much? Tell me more about it, baby."

The pet name and your sweet cunt stroking against his length made him whimper.

"I'm in love with you. It's only you. I can't breathe when I think about— Aah! I'm so sorry... I love you. Please, please, please." He panted. "I promise I'll be good! I'll do whatever you..." he swallowed "I'll do whatever you want. I'm yours, just please! Don't leave me."

You placed your hand on his cheek, stroking it with your thumb. "You're such a pretty crier." you whispered.

Gojo was suffocating. All his senses were overwhelmed by you, every thought in his mind consumed by your presence.

You pulled his head back again, leaning forward to whisper "You need to reflect on your actions."

You pushed him back onto the bed and got up.

His heart raced as he watched you, terrified that you were about to leave him completely broken.

"Please... Don't leave me." Quickly, he reached for you, dropping to his knees and holding onto you.

"I'm so sorry. I love you." He was still crying. "You're killing me." He wrapped his arms around your thighs, hugging you close.

You ran your fingers through his pretty white hair as he lifted his head, looking up at you with his glassy blue eyes.

"Keep being good and completely mine. And I'll reward you."

And when you leaned down to gently kiss the wet corner of his eyes, Gojo Satoru knew he would stay eternally yours.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Lynn ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Besides, with his 9-to-5 that was more like a 7-to-7, Nanami was busy, stressed, tired, and absolutely not looking for any more physical or emotional effort. Peace was all he ever looked for. His libido was at its lowest point, and he was definitely fine with it.

But of course, you had to mess up his life.

It was a Friday night at one of the city's most popular bars. Conversations overlapped with loud music, glasses clinked together every few seconds, and laughter echoed from every corner of the room. The place was packed enough that strangers kept brushing shoulders as they passed by one another.

Kento craved a good night's sleep, but Gojo, Shoko, and Utahime had dragged him there anyway.

The ladies were —as always— flirting with each other and stealing kisses while Satoru was already scanning the room for someone to entertain him for the night. Nanami stared blankly at his glass of vodka, half listening to their conversation and half sighing to himself.

The voices, the music... he was so fucking overwhelmed that he almost dissociated.

Until he felt someone sit beside him. Not Satoru and Shoko but someone else.

He lifted his head, turned slightly, and met the gaze of a very, very, very —yeah, very— beautiful woman.

You were sitting next to him, leaning casually against the bar with your chin resting on your palm. The amber lights softened your features while a devilish smile lit up your face as if you'd already decided tonight would be entertaining.

"Do you want something to drink? It's on me."

He kept staring at you, looking unbothered, but he was genuinely stunned by your beauty.

You tilted your head, smirking. "Don't tell me the pretty boy is mute."

Subconsciously, he turned around to look behind him, making sure you were really talking to him and not some random guy.

It only made you chuckle. The sound was sweet, but there was something darker beneath it.

"I can't believe you just doubted your own look. I'm sure you've been called that many times."

He knew he was attractive, but "pretty boy"? "Handsome man" maybe. But no one had ever referred to him as just a boy.

He still didn't answer, but you didn't back down "And me. What do you think people call me?"

"A massive bitch." the bartender said out of nowhere.

Your smile widened. "All the time!" you answered, still holding eye contact with him, still waiting for an answer.

"I suppose people think you're pretty." he finally said.

You raised an eyebrow. "People? You don't think I'm pretty?" Your voice was full of teasing.

The bartender placed two vodka shots in front of you. "It's okay, you don't have to play her game," she said with a soft smile before turning to you and calling your name like a warning. "Don't scare my customer."

You acted shocked, lips parted, a hand over your chest as if you were offended. "I'm not scaring him." You looked back at him. "Am I?"

Nanami slowly shook his head.

"Good to know. Should I keep calling you 'pretty,' or do you have a name?"

"Kento."

"Well, Kento, you look like that emoji pressing his lips together while looking completely unimpressed. Am I not impressive to you?"

He stayed silent for a moment, looking genuinely perplexed. "What?"

"If you don't know the emoji, that's alright. Give me your number and I'll text it to you."

And for the first time that night, you got a reaction out of him. A quiet huff that had absolutely no right being that attractive.

"It usually works, doesn't it?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

Yes. Always. That line, as stupid and corny as it sounded, somehow worked every single time. You would always end up getting the number you were after.

"It doesn't work on you?"

It did work on him too. But that was so out of character, he never fell for these little flirting games at bars. Why would it work tonight? Why did he suddenly want to give you exactly what you wanted?

The lack of an answer made your smile brighter "Hope you're not that silent in bed Kento."

And once again, to your greatest pleasure, you got another reaction from him. His eyes widened slightly, completely caught off guard.

The night went on.

With the help of your friend —the bartender—, you managed to drag him to a table with people you knew. He sat silently next to you, wondering what the hell he was doing there.

You caught him glancing at the group of people he had arrived with, but the white haired guy was smiling, raising his eyebrows, clearly thinking he was about to have the time of his life with you.

And he would, you would make sure of it.

You would slipped comments here and there, only for his ears, things like "Don't drink too much I want you sober when I'll ride your dick."

Or "Damn, you have big hands, is it proportional? I'm looking for someone able to fill me up."

That man was the epitome of unbothered and playing with him like this, observing him flinch at your comments was slowly getting you horny. You desperately needed to devour him.

Nanami never been that worked up. He might have never been at all, given how you enticed things he never felt. His length was growing hard in his pants, he stayed composed though, hoping you hadn't noticed how he adjusted his posture, trying to ignore his boner.

You did notice, you made your best not to laugh hysterically like an antagonist because damn, that was just too good to witness.

A guy was telling a story and just when everyone at the table was laughing and focusing all their attention on him, slowly, you placed your hand on his budge. Kento tensed, jaw clenching, keeping him from gasping.

He was so big already, you felt it and it made you wetter and wetter.

"You're not a virgin, aren't you? I don't think I'm in the mood to take it easy tonight." You whispered, every traces of jokes and teasing completely disappeared as you felt your clit aching.

"Don't-" When he was about to warn you, his breath caught as your hand moved, stroking him and cutting him off mid-sentence. "I'm not."

You hummed and gave a quick look at his phone screen, which lit up with a notification, allowing you to see his wallpaper.

"It's your cat? I'd love to see her in person."

"You shouldn't go to a stranger house." You squeezed his boner through his pants, making him breathless, he strongly gripped the leg of your chair, tucking you a bit closer.

Oh, you wished he would grabbed you like that.

"Why not?"

"Can be dangerous, you don't know me."

You tilted your head, pressing your legs together as you felt his shaft grow bigger.

"Dangerous for who, Kento?"

He just chuckled sarcastically, pressing his tongue in his inner cheek. "You got a point."

And you knew you were about to spend the best night of your life.

The ride to his home was a pure torture, the two of you, in the backseats of a taxi, your hand still playing with his budge while his big palm was on your thigh, pressing your soft skin whenever the friction was too much. Nanami was very positive about the fact that the driver knew what was happening, but because he couldn't recognize himself that night, he didn't care.

He was lost in his thoughts, the feeling of your hand, the way he wanted to fuck you right there, the anticipation of the night to come.

You didn't even do anything, you were both fully clothed, but he was in so much pleasure, more than he ever felt. And if it was already good at that point, what would it feel like when he'll be buried in your tight cunt?

Nanami's apartment was exactly what you would have expected from him. Clean, organized, and almost too quiet. Everything had its place, from the neatly arranged books on the shelves to the carefully folded blankets resting on the couch.

Though you didn't care about the environment because when you reached his appartement, you jumped on him, crashing your lips together with a long needy moan. You didn't bother to talk or to get into foreplay, the whole night had been a foreplay.

Nanami lifted you, holding you by your ass as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He didn't know what he was about to do, but he knew how good it was and how much he wanted more of it.

The two of you fell on his bed, tongues swirling, lips shiny and uneven breaths. His hips against yours, you started to roll your waist slowly as he swallowed your moans.

"I need your cock inside of me right now." You gasped, still humping on him.

Just like that, he switched positions, making you straddling him, you unbuckled his belt, helping him take off his pants and finally you saw the long, veiny member your mouth was watering for all night.

He was hard, incredibly hot and already leaking pre. You bit your lips, tucking your soaked panties aside as you lifted your hips, placing your core against the head of the shaft.

Nanami grabbed your hips suddenly "Condom." He said breathing heavily.

You shook your head "I'm clean and on pills and you are basically a virgin."

And it happened, his grip tightened on your hips, he slammed you down, making you take his length entirely in one motion, stretching you apart.

Your head fell back as your eyes rolled up, lips parted, and you actually choked on your own gasp.

"I'm not a virgin." He said after releasing a long growl.

He didn't know why, but he wanted you to take him seriously, your teasing all night was hot, extremely hot, yes. But he wanted you to see him as a man, not a "pretty boy". It was so stupid and childish, but desperately, Kento needed to fuck you perfectly, incredibly good, so you'll always remember him, so you'll feel him during days.

And never, ever in his life he has felt something like this.

"Come on... You said you wanted to ride me." He whispered between a thrust that made you see stars.

He probably hadn't noticed, but you had already come. One fucking thrust had been enough to make you milk his dick. You were embarrassed as hell, but so grateful that he didn't realize it even though you were shaking, both of your hands holding on his large chest.

"You don't want to move?" He asked concerned, his voice full of lust. Your pussy clenched around him.

"Y-yes."

You then started to try to ride him —key word "try"— it was basically impossible, you were still lost in your first orgasm and he was so huge, even rolling your hips a little would make you cry like a mad man. You were full of him, his cock ramming your gummy insides and making you perfectly fit his shape.

He didn't wait to see if you could do better, his grip around your hips was so strong, you knew it would leave bruises later, but he fucked you so good that you really didn't care.

And he whimpered, so fucking much, you would never have guessed that a man like him was so loud in bed. The room was filled with your voice, babbling obscenities, his breaths and gasps, and the squelching sounds of his fat cock ruining your tight pussy.

You were beyond overstimulated, by his scent, mixing cologne and mint, by his hands clinging on your hips as he made you take him deeper and by those fucking whimpers of his.

"I need your cum inside of me."

He went feral, making you ride him faster, your walls squeezed him tighter, the clapping of your ass on his waist was louder. At that point, Nanami was taking your soul.

"Kento... Please." You said in a plea.

Blood rushed through his body and somehow his cock hardened again before spilling out his cum inside of you with a groan coming from the back of his throat.

The sticky, hot liquid filled you up suddenly and the feeling of it starting to drip out of your pussy made you cum a second time.

Your head fell on his chest, his hands find your hair, holding you against him. You could hear his heart pounding.

Ok right, maybe Satoru was right about sex. It was incredible, mind blowing and euphoric.

Kento was suffocating, holding you tight in his arms, his eyes were glassy as a thousands of thoughts rushed to his head, he was afraid of moving, scared that you would leave right away when he desperately needed more of this, more of you.

The 28 years old man who wasn't attached to a lot of things in his life, just discovered something addictive.

So addictive, that on Monday, when Nanami saw you at work, introducing yourself as his new boss, he knew that he wouldn't know how to stay professional.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Lynn ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

This is the question you've been asked since the two of you started seeing each other. Your friends, your family, even Damian asked —it was super embarrassing, by the way.—

You never knew what to say. You didn't even know what was going on between you. Of course you wondered, but she never seemed to, so you just gave up on asking and lived with it.

Your answer was often, "We're... very close." with an awkward chuckle. It was not the answer they'd been looking for, but they always accepted it and shrugged.

It was just the truth though, you were close with Talia. At first, the hangouts started because you got five days off thanks to her and, as a joke, you said it was only fair to spend them with her.

Still, when you'd used all five of your days off, the hanging out never stopped and, whenever she was around —two or three times a week— you did something with her.

When she wasn't out of Gotham doing who knows what, she was either with you or with Damian—so never very far from you.

It was a good friendship at first, but then it started to feel like more. For everyone, not just the two of you. You would always talk about her, be with her, you were very physical with one another, little hugs and touches. And it was after three months of hanging out that people first asked about your relationship.

You kissed all the time. Hell, you even slept together. It wasn't uncomfortable between you though, as if it happened because it had to. Because both of you wanted to. And still, no labels.

She was often at yours. Sometimes all you did all day was make out. When you were hanging out at your best friend Bruce's house and she happened to be there to spend time with Damian, she'd come to you for a chat, a joke, a kiss, or a hug before leaving you. Talia was just a big part of your life.

After six months of hanging out, people stopped asking and just treated the two of you like some sort of couple. At that point, you also considered yourselves a couple.

You knew how your heart beat faster when she touched you. You liked the little smirk she gave you when the two of you ragebaited Bruce or his kids. You still spent a lot of time in front of your mirror every time you were going to see her. So why overthink your relationship when it was very clear that you liked each other?

And she showed you, by the way she looked at you, by the soft smile she gave you from time to time, by the way she hugged you tightly before saying goodbye, by the way she called you "pretty" or "honey," by the way she was always messing around with you, smirking when you were flustered, teasing you just to watch you get annoyed.

And mostly by the way she talked about you that day.

It was seven months after the two of you first hung out. You were working on your laptop, curled up on a couch in one of Bruce's sitting rooms, when she entered. Your eyes met and you gave her a big grin, taking off your headphones. She sat down next to you silently, glancing at your screen.

"Hello." you said, smiling softly.

She hummed, moving closer.

"You left Damian?"

She shook her head. "I gave him a break, so I came to see you."

You held back your giggle because you were an adult, not a kid. "That's very sweet. You look tired." you said, placing your laptop aside and turning toward her.

"I've been busy." she muttered, playing with a strand of your hair.

You opened your arms, looking straight into her eyes. "A quick nap?" you asked playfully.

She scoffed sarcastically. "I'm not a kid." She hugged you anyway, pressing her weight into you and making the two of you fall onto the couch.

Talia had sleep issues —obviously— but you had the ability to bring a form of calmness to her heart. She still couldn't fall asleep quickly, but at least she got a bit of rest thanks to you.

"Mother."

Damian appeared in the room, raising an eyebrow at the sight of the two of you. He was supposed to be used to it, but still, he found it disturbing.

Talia hugged you tighter one last time before getting up, leaving you sprawled on the couch.

"Aunt, I'll ask you not to disturb my mother when she's supposed to be helping me train."

She rolled her eyes as she placed a hand on the back of his head, guiding him out of the room.

"Loser." you said, sticking your tongue out as you grabbed your headphones.

He didn't have time to respond because Talia closed the door behind them, leaving you alone again.

The afternoon went by and somehow you fell asleep, but the sound of a conversation woke you up.

Your laptop wasn't on your lap anymore. It was closed on the coffee table, the light was turned off, and a little blanket was draped over you. Apparently someone —probably Bruce— had come in and left the door slightly open.

You were about to get up when you caught snippets of the conversation.

"I despise that!" Damian said, his voice cracking. "I hate not being able to handle it alone."

A little silence followed.

"Then... learn how to." Talia answered in her usual soft-spoken voice.

Damian's room was next to the sitting room you were in, so you assumed this conversation was a goodbye chat before Talia left him.

"It doesn't work, Mother. I don't want to need help."

"You need to keep going and it will work, Damian. Besides, everybody needs help."

"It's... a very vulnerable thing to say." He sounded concerned.

"I know..." she went quiet for a bit. "But it's the truth. There isn't a single person who knows how to handle everything by themselves."

"Alfred does. He can handle everything."

You smirked at his remark.

"It's his job." Talia said with a little chuckle. "He knows how to handle what you want him to."

"I want to handle what I want to."

"You will, son. But you might need help sometimes, as vulnerable as it sounds."

"You're not one to ask for help, Mother."

"Indeed. It's a very vulnerable position to be in. I prefer handling things myself."

"But what if you can't? What if you're helpless? You said yourself that everybody needs help."

"I don't know. I just read in a book that kids need to be reassured, so I'm trying to."

You chuckled. She was the epitome of awkward, and it was so cute.

Suddenly, she said your name, making you startle.

"When I can't figure something out, I get very mad, but then I remember that she always seems to figure everything out. So... if I don't, she will. It's comforting."

Your heart skipped a beat.

"This is strange." Damian just said, sounding very unconvinced.

"It is. And it's also very vulnerable, but somehow it makes me want to learn how to figure things out, just like she does. Maybe that's what the book meant about reassurance."

"I thought it was for kids?"

"This conversation is very theoretical. I don't know half of the things I'm saying, Damian."

The boy huffed at this revelation.

"You should think about your difficulties. Maybe you'll learn how to figure them out."

"Fair enough. I'll do some research and ask around, then I'll come back to you."

"I'm going to do it as well. Don't cry like a baby, Loser."

"She has a very bad influence on you, Mother."

"I know."

Then it went quiet again.

"I'll see you next week, Damian. Let me know if you need anything."

A few seconds later, Damian's door opened, then closed, leaving the hallway silent. You could only hear your heartbeat. You were red as a tomato.

You were Bruce Wayne's best friend, like a sister. You were his associate. The company would've drowned without you, your nickname was literally “Gem”. So yeah, you were used to praise about your abilities.

But coming from Talia? It was everything.

She had basically said that she trusted you to have her back.

You.

She felt secure enough to be vulnerable around you.

Talia. The assassin.

The woman who needed to read books about feelings and childcare because she was so fucking helpless when it came to being something other than an Al Ghul. She said that you reassured her.

You.

You'd been complimented your whole life. You weren't eager for praise.

But that night, that compliment-slash-confession was the greatest thing you'd ever heard. And you knew Talia liked you back, just by the way she talked about you.

You were confident about your relationship. Hell, you were so fucking happy.

And even if you were starting to wonder what was between you, this conversation felt like a revelation. You knew you didn't have to ask.

But the next month, eight months after you first hung out with Talia, two weeks before Christmas, it all changed.

It started with a conversation you'd overheard —again—. She was on the phone on a balcony of the manor. You were looking for her and, when you saw her, you wanted to scare her by jumping out.

But then you heard your name —again— followed by a "No."

"We're not that close." It stopped you.

"I won't commit to her, not right now."

Oh.

And you quickly left without thinking much. You spent the whole evening especially quiet. Talia seemed confused, but she didn't push too much with questions. You didn't know how to feel about it. You were... hurt?

And it was strange. She hadn't said anything crazy or mean. But if, a month ago, you were confident about whatever it was between you, those words changed everything.

What was it between you and Talia?

You thought you were on the same page. You loved her, and you thought she did too. You thought you were close, like super close. But apparently you were wrong, or at least it was just one-sided because the woman you loved wasn't looking for something special with you.

And who was on the phone? Who was this person who could know things about her that you didn't? You went from uncomfortable, to angsty, and in the end you were just fucking jealous and super upset.

As if the gods were playing with you, two days after ignoring her the whole evening because you were too lost in your thoughts, you saw her at the mall with Barbara and Cassandra.

You weren't alone either, your friend was there with you for Christmas shopping. Still, you were just a coward, so you did your best to avoid her the whole time you were shopping.

But since we're talking about Talia, the lady who could feel your presence, your attempt was a failure.

That's why she was in front of you, alone —apparently the girls had left— looking unbothered as always.

"Oh... Hey Talia! How are you doing?" You tried to be as casual as possible. You weren't.

Her glare drifted to your hand, joined with your friend's, and she raised an eyebrow. She caught you the moment you were about to drag your friend away when you made eye contact with her—that's why you were holding her hand.—

She stayed silent, no answer. Your friend decided to break the silence. "Hi. You're Talia! I've heard about you a lot. I'm glad to meet you."

Talia smiled. It didn't feel genuine though. "And I've never heard of you." She said flatly.

Fuck.

"But I'm glad to meet you too... whoever you are." She reached for your friend's hand, shaking it and forcing the two of you to split up.

"What are we doing today?" Talia asked, still smiling.

Your friend was about to answer, but you stopped her. "Nothing." You didn't know why you said that. Christmas shopping wasn't a big deal.

You were just very annoyed because she was being rude and she was obviously jealous, but so were you! Why would she act like a girlfriend if she wasn't going to commit?

You were very confused and, for the first time in eight months, you definitely needed to put a label on your relationship, but Talia was just impossible to read.

Talia frowned. "What is going on with you lately?" It wasn't a criticism, she was genuinely confused. "You've been angsty since the day before yesterday, is everything alright?"

"We... we finished what we were doing. I think I'm going to leave you." Your friend said, trying to free herself from what seemed like a domestic argument.

"No!" You almost shouted. "I... I still need you to... help me with something."

And Talia scoffed in disbelief with a sarcastic smile. "You're clearly avoiding me."

You were. Because you were just a coward who may or may not have been so fucking scared of this ending if you happened to ask, "What are we?"

You were still very positive about the fact that she liked you, but did she love you? Maybe it was just a "friends who fuck" relationship to her. Maybe you misunderstood her actions. Maybe Talia preferred someone with whom she could tell all her secrets, like the person she was on the phone with.

The simple idea of it made your heart clench so badly.

"Look, I'm with a friend. Let's talk... later."

And you left her, you basically ran away.

"Your girlfriend hates me." Your friend mumbled, looking back just to see Talia throwing daggers at her with her eyes.

"She does." You sighed.

For the first time ever, Talia was super mad at you. She spent the next two days groaning and frowning. Not only had you avoided her on purpose, but you also made her feel something she'd never felt before. Jealousy.

It squeezed her heart, stealing all the air from her lungs. She could be randomly walking, then suddenly think about the way you didn't want to tell her what you were doing with this girl, and it would make her scoff angrily.

Or she could be talking with someone and then she'd think about your hand squeezing another girl's, and she would mumble "Hell no." out of nowhere.

She even called Bruce. As if she didn't feel stupid enough, she needed to know who this lady was. She described your friend to him physically, hoping he'd figure out who she was talking about.

"Oh, Celia. They've been friends since high school, but they don't see each other a lot. Celia lives in Europe." Bruce had answered.

"Never heard of her. So they're not close?"

"With the time difference and all, they don't talk very often, but Celia always comes to see her family for Christmas and some of her holidays, so when she's in town, they catch up. Why?"

"I don't see what there is to catch up on. This lady doesn't even seem fun."

"So why are you mad then, if she's not a threat."

Talia rolled her eyes. This man was always on your side, as he should be, but she desperately needed to be petty.

"You should talk to her. I'm very not comfortable with your couple argument."

"Did she tell you something?"

"No."

"Yeah, she probably tells Celia."

Bruce grimaced. "I'm leaving. Please make up before the Christmas dinner."

Talia hated wasting her time. When something was wrong, she needed to fix it, but you wouldn't even answer her texts. And though the situation drove her mad, she had dignity. Why was she begging for you when you seemed to enjoy your time with someone else?

Talia was a fighter, a winner. She needed to argue with you so you could be back in her arms. You, on the other hand, didn't like arguing, especially not with those whom you loved. Besides, you were afraid, afraid of losing whatever that was between you. So you shut yourself away in complete denial.

But the lady you loved would never allow you to keep your distance without a fight.

You hadn't talked, not directly though. The two of you had been a nightmare for the Wayne family. Talia was a very petty woman —she'd shown a bit of it in front of your friend.— She would be sarcastic, sending teasing comments your way here and there, randomly.

She didn't do it for the love of the game. No, she pushed all of your buttons on purpose to get something out of you. A reaction, an argument, the reason for your anger. Just something, something to make you talk to her, fight with her so the problem could be resolved ASAP.

It led you to answer with comments too. But you never gave her what she wanted. Worse, sometimes you even ignored her. She hated that.

She irritated the shit out of you. You just wanted to shut her up. Talia wanted the absolute opposite. She missed you so much, so what better way to show it than with sarcastic comments?

And the day before Christmas Eve, during another argument, you said, "You're the one who said to someone on the phone that we're not close, Talia. You said you wouldn't commit. Why would you make a scene when I act that way!"

At this point, everyone who was there packing gifts for the orphans left the room, sick of hearing you argue.

So that's why you were angry at her, Talia realized.

"Because we're not close." She said as if it were obvious.

It hurt a lot more when she said it directly to you. "If we're not close, what are we, Talia." You finally asked.

"We won't commit anytime soon. I don't see why it's a problem. Is that why you're mad at me?"

We won't commit anytime soon.

So you're a fucking clown who fell in love with a woman who is not ready to commit and doesn't even see what the problem is.

Ok.

"Alright." Your voice cracked, and you walked past her.

"You're leaving again, you're avoiding the conflict again."

"There is nothing more to be said." You grabbed your bag and left her.

She was beyond confused. What the hell was wrong with you? You wanted her to lie to you? Say that she was ready to marry you even though she clearly wasn't? Why wouldn't you respect her boundaries?

And you kept leaving her without arguing much. You just left, making her heart clench more and more, making her nights longer and sleepless. She was so, so angry, but she still desperately needed to be done with this situation, and she missed you so badly it was beyond pathetic.

The next day was Christmas Eve. The Wayne family held a family gathering in the afternoon because not everyone was free at night between patrols and galas. The mood was awkward as always since the beginning of your argument, but we're talking about a vigilante family, they could handle a little awkwardness and act as if nothing had happened.

So everyone was chatting and laughing. Dick kept stealing his little siblings' food, trying to rage bait them. Jason was already drunk and arm wrestling with everyone. Bruce and Talia talked casually about who knows what, keeping their voices down.

Normally you would be joyfully talking and laughing. Now you were quiet. You looked tired because of the past two weeks, and though Talia seemed unbothered, they all knew she was just like you.

Still, petty as she was and needing to make you argue with her more in order to finally clear things up, she would make sarcastic comments about how she hated it when people avoided confrontation.

"You're so immature." You said when you reached your last straw.

The loud voices of all the conversations started to lower.

"Let's talk about why I am." She said.

You held eye contact without answering. Pushing yourself up with your hands, you got up from your chair, ready to leave and go somewhere else. At this point everyone was silent, looking at the two of you. Even Jason kept it quiet.

"I am immature, but you're the one who's leaving."

"Talia." You just said as a warning.

And she did something she had never done with you. She rolled her eyes. Mean, annoyed, without a trace of sarcasm. It was stupid, but you hated the sight of it. You hated how it felt like she was invalidating your feelings. You hated how it felt like she genuinely thought you shouldn't be mad at her. You hated feeling stupid in front of her. You wanted her to think that you were smart, relatable, reassuring. Not someone she could roll her eyes at because you were childish or overreacting.

You were super mad at Talia, hurt and very sad, but you craved her validation so fucking much. And the mere thought of her acting like you were stupid hurt more than anything. She wasn't in love with you? Fine —no— She wasn't ready to have something serious with you? Fine —no!—But you would stay the reassuring woman she said you were that night with Damian.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, Talia." It came out louder than you intended.

The mood changed. It was already very uncomfortable, but you had raised your voice and everyone could hear how hurt you were. They had already taken this argument seriously, but now they were genuinely concerned.

Talia looked at you in disbelief, you had never raised your voice at her.

"Don't shout." There was no challenge in her voice, no teasing, no sarcasm, no sign of her anger and annoyance even though they were still very much alive.

She just said it with her usual voice, quiet, soft, just like a mumble. It wasn't even a threat, more like a command —exactly like yours with the rolling of the eyes.— She was just not having it. Why would you shout at her?

"Ok." You just whispered, holding eye contact.

"Ok." She said too.

And you left. At that exact moment, you didn't know what would happen to your relationship, but for the first time in two weeks, you finally agreed on something. Talia knew that she shouldn't ever roll her eyes at you, and you knew not to raise your voice again.

The room was completely silent. Stephanie was eating her mashed potatoes slowly as if it were a crime.

Talia just groaned, lost in her thoughts. "I don't understand." She mumbled, biting her lip, still looking toward the front door you had just shut.

Then she got up, patted Damian on the head and left as well.

Minutes later, Bruce came to her. She was sitting on a bench in the garden, petting Alfred the cat.

"Damian comes here when he's mad. I don't think my genes tried." He said as he sat down next to her.

"Thank you." She mumbled.

It went silent for a bit, not awkward or anything though.

"What is it between you and Gem?"

Talia lifted her head, meeting his gaze. "You're very late with this question."

"I feel like I never had to ask. But after the past few days, I admit that I'm confused. I thought you liked each other?"

"And we do." She answered very confidently. She knew her feelings were reciprocated. She had never doubted it, actually.

"And you talked about it?"

She shook her head, grabbing the cat so he could sit on her lap. "I never thought about having a conversation about it. It seemed very obvious that we like each other, we act like it and we're dating."

Bruce cleared his throat. "I didn't understand it either at first because actions are louder than words for me. But apparently not for her. She thinks that you're a thing. At least, when I asked yesterday, she said she didn't know."

Talia lifted her head, surprised. "What?"

The man shrugged. "You assumed that you were dating, but you never said it out loud."

Talia exhaled, mumbling curses. Everything made a lot of sense now. You were mad because you thought she wouldn't date you even though she acted like it. Shitty.

"Why didn't she tell me..." She mumbled.

"Gem doesn't do arguments, not like you though. You should try to talk to her more... casually. No reproaches, just truths and understanding."

She stayed quiet for a bit.

"Go see her, please. Don't let my Gem spend Christmas Eve alone."

"Your Gem is driving me crazy, and I don't like it."

"You do. That's why I'm asking you to stay around for a little longer."

She rolled her eyes, but suddenly frowned. When she realized that you weren't around to see it, she sighed.

You were really driving her crazy.

"I'm going to her place."

"She's currently at Wayne Corp, working. She spent the past few days there. She works when she's upset."

"I'll wait for her."

You got home at 11 p.m. after spending more than nine hours working on Christmas Eve. You were so fucking tired, but you'd been very productive, so a win is a win. The lights were on and a pair of red escarpins was thrown on the floor. You sighed. She had the keys to your apartment and apparently, she was ready for round two.

You threw your bag and your heels aside, searching for her. She was in the kitchen, frosting a cake. You taught her how to bake and since then, she did it often.

Talia was about to throw a comment like "You took your time." But she remembered that she shouldn't try to argue.

"Hello." She decided to say, still focused on her cake.

It surprised you. You thought she was here to argue more. But apparently not.

"Hi..." you said, stepping closer cautiously.

Still, no sign of an argument to be found. Weird. Talia was holding on for dear life to stay casual and not show a trace of how desperate she was to make things clearer. But seeing that, for the first time, you weren't defensive and just genuinely curious about her sudden change of demeanor reassured her so much.

So she really just needed to be calm about it. You sat in front of her on your own. It's the closest you chose to be to her since the beginning of this.

"What is this for?" You asked.

You asked a question. You wanted to talk. She was thanking Bruce in her head.

"Tomorrow. I want Damian to taste my cake, he never has." She answered as if she wasn't holding back her joy.

Oh, how she missed having simple conversations with you without being tense or angry. But still, she came here to make things better, so she needed to say something that would bring the argument back casually.

"Who..." She hesitated. "Who was that lady?"

She did her best not to look petty or anything and apparently it worked because you didn't back away.

"I'm not answering that. You probably already did your research."

She chuckled without realizing it. Of course she did.

"She thinks you hate her."

Her eyes met yours as she put aside the poche à douille. "I don't."

"You do."

She sighed dramatically, grimacing. "I hate her so much."

Her theatrics made you laugh softly. She was over the moon. She wanted your attention, she craved it, and now she felt like you were giving her everything.

But then your eyes landed on a cake box behind her. "Another cake?"

She nodded. "Your mother said she wanted to try one and I had a lot of time to kill."

And your smile disappeared. Talia noticed it immediately, growing anxious. She thought everything was going well. Why weren't you smiling?

"Talia."

"Hm?" Trying to keep her cool.

"What is going on between us?" You finally asked.

Holding eye contact and biting her lip, Talia felt so ashamed.

"We love each other." She said confidently.

The confession made your heart flutter. She said "love," at least.

"But you don't want to commit?"

She nodded.

"Then why did you bake a cake for my mother? Why do you act like you want to? If you don't want it, please don't make me hope for nothing." You spoke quickly, as if you had finally taken the burden off your heart.

"Honey..." She mumbled, coming around the counter to step closer to you. Talia grabbed your hand and led you toward the couch where she made you sit on her lap, burying her face in your neck as if she wanted to hide her shame.

You missed these little displays of affection and, despite your heart beating faster at the anticipation of maybe hearing something you didn't want to hear, you shifted closer to her.

"I'm sorry... I thought we were already dating. When I talked about commitment, I meant marriage. I should've asked you to date me properly." She said, squeezing her arms around you.

Your eyes widened.

Oh. Oh.

"I thought it was very obvious that we love each other. So for me, we were lovers." She continued.

You wrapped your arms around her neck. "I'm sorry. I should've talked about my feelings earlier."

You felt like the stupidest person ever. Of course she thought like this. She was practical, logical. She wasn't the type to waste time thinking about things when they were already obvious. For Talia, the simple fact that the two of you loved each other and acted like it was enough to establish that you were dating.

"I'm sorry, Talia. I spent the last few weeks very anxious. I overthought our relationship, I was sad and I didn't want to argue because I was afraid of it ending."

She placed a kiss on your neck. "I should've known to ask you out instead of just assuming that we were dating. I'm also sorry for my behavior these past few days. I was insufferable."

You laughed. "This was the stupidest argument ever. I'm so tired. Let's never do this again."

She exhaled dramatically again. "Please."

She kissed the sensitive skin of your neck, then your jaw, then the corner of your eye and finally your lips.

"Who was it on the phone that day?" You mumbled against her lips.

She kissed you slowly, finally able to taste you after weeks of nothing.

“Someone from the League who wanted me to bring you to the next meeting." She kissed you again. "I'm not doing that. Those people are not trustworthy."

You chuckled. "You talked about me?" You asked playfully.

"You're on the wallpaper of my laptop. They've been bothering me ever since they first saw it."

You giggled, hugging her and leaving kisses all over her face, wrapping your legs around her waist.

"I hate this person so bad, but thanks to them, now I know that I'm your girlfriend."

"You could've known earlier though."

You kissed again, faster this time, hungrier, grinding against each other and squirming.

"We must apologize to the kids though. We were awfully immature." Talia added.

And she was right. You basically embarrassed yourselves in front of everyone. But you weren't complaining.

Talia was your girlfriend. What could possibly go wrong?

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Lynn ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Nothing about that sentence was normal. How could this house be that silent when Bruce's obscene number of kids were all here for the holidays?

It's exactly what Bruce said when he got home from work.

Alfred wasn't there to welcome him. Tim and Damian hadn't come to complain about what the other had done or said. Dick and Jason weren't playing loud games and betting all their money just to lose against Stephanie. Cassandra and Duke weren't laughing along or trying to calm their siblings while also teasing them.

And most of all, you were nowhere to be found. Something was clearly wrong, and as he climbed the stairs looking for you, the atmosphere in the air made him uncomfortable.

Walking through the dark hallways, he saw Cass leaving her bedroom, walking slowly, trying not to make a sound.

"Cassandra?"

She turned to look at him and suddenly rushed towards the greatest detective in the world.

"B, you're done for."

He frowned. "I don't understand, Sweet."

"Look, I respect you and I'll always have your back, but right now I can't help you. You should apologize quickly."

Okay, that was weird.

In this house, there was no "I love you." Only "I respect you." Or "I'm proud of you." Or "I trust you."

And even those words weren't said often. This family simply wasn't affectionate. Not with words, anyway.

So why had Cassandra basically just said that to Bruce? Out of nowhere? He didn't understand.

"Did I upset you, Cassandra?" He held out his hand, Bruce's usual way of asking whether one of his kids was open to physical affection.

Cassandra wrapped both of her hands around his.

"I'm not, but I might act like I am because I'm scared of her and I don't want her to think I'm on your side." She squeezed his hand. "Sorry, B."

And just like that, she left.

Bruce then realized you were mad. And you had terrorized the children. Worse, you were mad at him, and he didn't know why. He was indeed done for.

He took a deep breath, trying to retrace his actions. He needed information. He couldn't just show up in front of you without being prepared.

That's why he headed straight for Dick's bedroom. The man was getting ready to go out with his girlfriend and, more importantly, to run away from the house.

"You should apologize. Quickly."

That was all Dick said with a serious expression when his father asked what had happened during his absence.

Bruce sighed. "I figured. But I don't know why she's angry."

Dick shrugged. "She was in the kitchen with Alfred and suddenly yelled, 'He did what?!'" He mimicked your voice.

Bruce frowned again.

"Then she went to check something on the Batcomputer and started breaking stuff here and there out of anger. At that point, we were all ready to run away, but she stopped us."

Bruce bit the inside of his cheek before swallowing. "Why did she stop you?"

"She said we needed to get ready for a family meeting because she's going to kill you and we need to discuss inheritance."

The door swung wide open.

"And she also poured all her anger onto us! She yelled at me because I'm always fighting at school, completely out of nowhere. She yelled at Jason for always being late to dinner and actually, I don't care about that one. I think he deserved it."

Damian complained.

"Stop eavesdrop." Bruce said calmly. "And you should indeed stop fighting with other kids."

Damian simply huffed. "Father, your wife is going to divorce you. It's not necessary to be on her side anymore."

"Yeah, and I'm really going to miss her. Though she scared the shit out of me when she got mad at me for always stealing her clothes, I love her. You really had to mess things up, didn't you?"

Stephanie, who was already dressed to leave with Cassandra, poked her head through the door to join the conversation.

Divorce. What the hell had he done? Why was everyone being so dramatic? It wasn't the first time you had gotten mad at everyone. In fact, you weren't the type to get angry often, but when you did, everyone felt it. They were supposed to be used to it.

Bruce exhaled. "Where's Alfred?"

"I don't know." Dick grabbed his keys. "Hiding?"

"Alright. You can run away, but you have to be here tomorrow afternoon for Christmas Eve. I'm going to see what I can do, but thanks to you all, I'm not very confident."

Steph patted him on the back, mumbling how happy she was to have known him and she smiled before leaving.

Dick chuckled and left after offering a few words of encouragement but most of them were tease.

Damian simply stared at his father, arms crossed, brows furrowed.

"You're not going to encourage me, son?" Bruce tried to joke, hoping to lighten the mood, which only made the teenager huff.

"Your wife scolded me, Thomas, Drake, and all the pets —which is extremely concerning.—"

"Duke? Why him?"

"Why are you more surprised about him than the pets?!"

Duke was a less difficult kid than Cassandra, and that was basically an achievement.

"Listen, I'm going to see what I can do for you and your siblings. Don't let her catch you outside your room."

Twenty minutes later, Bruce Wayne was standing in front of his bedroom, hesitating to knock.

He still hadn't found Alfred and still didn't know why you were angry, but one thing was certain; he was ready to beg for mercy.

Slowly, he knocked. "My love? I'm coming in."

He slowly pushed the door open before quietly closing it behind him.

You were lying on your shared bed. The room was dark, lit only by a candle, and you were silently scrolling through your phone.

"Hello... What are you doing?"

He stepped closer, slowly, as if he were afraid you might jump at him.

Silence. You simply ignored him.

When he reached the bed, he sat down beside you, carefully studying your features. Though he looked unbothered, the man was completely stressed out.

"I heard today was..." You lifted your head, looking him straight in the eyes, allowing him to see your anger which made him clear his throat. "I heard Duke went completely crazy?"

It was an inside joke. Whenever something felt strange, one of you would say that sentence to point out how weird the situation was.

And the fact that you had actually scolded Duke made him think he could be casual and maybe calm you down with a little joke.

"Bruce Wayne, if you think I'm playing with you, just say it out loud so we can see what happens."

Okay. No jokes.

"Could you perhaps explain what got you so angry, my love?"

You went silent again, typing on your phone.

"I don't know what it is, but if you could just tell me, I'll make sure to take responsibility."

You kept typing and scrolling, he glanced at your screen and realized you were looking at funeral plans.

Cool.

"I know you're not angry for no reason. I'm already pretty sure I'm the one who messed up, and if you trust me enough to explain, I'll—"

"Trust you?" You finally spoke, your voice sharp. "You're hiding things from me, Bruce. Can I really trust you?"

Bruce pressed his lips together.

He did hide things from you, often actually.

He never lied, but he did leave information out whenever he thought it was better that way.

Now he just needed to know what exactly you had found out.

"You have nothing to say?"

"Alfred told you?" he asked, as if he already knew what you were talking about.

You slammed your phone down onto your lap. Instinctively, he leaned back ever so slightly, almost as if he expected you to hit him.

"Don't play that game with me, Bruce."

You knew your husband far too well. That man was a fucking detective, the greatest detective.

He was trying to make you say out loud what you had discovered by using his usual interrogation techniques.

"Alfred told me, yes. Tell me what it is."

He was cooked He still didn't know what you had learned. There were so many things he had “forgotten” to mention. What exactly had you heard?

His mind was racing. Too many thoughts. Too many excuses swirling through his head. He stayed silent for too long.

Long enough to make it painfully obvious he was trying to figure out how to get himself out of this situation.

And your glare, angry, cold and disappointed was suffocating him.

You scoffed. "Incredible." You mumbled as you reached for your phone again, ready to ignore him once more. "I'm not sleeping with you tonight. Go aw—"

"I hide a lot of things from you, my love."

He cut you off desperately before you could push him away.

"It's not because I don't trust you. But being married to me is already scary and stressful enough. I don't want to burden you with even more information when it isn't that important."

"You got shot twice, Bruce! And you never told me. You were about to die, and you never told me! I feel like that's a little relevant, don't you?"

Six months earlier, he had been in Metropolis with Superman and had been shot. He never told you. He hadn't told any of his kids either because you were all about to leave for your summer vacations.

Why ruin everyone's excitement over something he had recovered from in two weeks?

"You hide other things like this? What is it? Did you get blown up?" You started getting sarcastic.

"You'd been dreaming about that girls' trip since... forever. My life wasn't even in danger. And I swear, every time something like this happened, I wasn't really in danger. If I were, I would've told you."

"I don't care!" You raised your voice and got up.

He straightened up too, taking a step back as you walked towards him.

"I don't care about that fucking trip, I care about you! I care about your well-being. Do you know how anxious I get every time you come home late from patrol? I'm dying with fear because I just want you to come home safe!"

Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes.

"But I let it slide because I knew what I was getting into when I said 'yes.' I let it slide because I respect your convictions and your double life. And though I'm fucking terrified every time you come home bruised, I know you're doing it for the best, and I love you."

His back hit the wall as your index finger kept poking at his chest while you spoke.

"I love you, so I want to know when you're okay and when you're not, even if it scares me. I deserve to know. It's my right. And as long as I'm married to you, I swear on my life, Bruce, you're going to tell me everything."

He gently took hold of your wrist. You didn't pull away, and he felt grateful for it.

"I thought I was protecting you." he whispered.

"I don't need to be protected by you. I need you to come back home to me safely, and I need you to tell me every time you're not okay because we're a team. I need you, and the kids need you. And if you're not okay, you can't be there for us properly."

You grabbed his shirt, clenching the fabric tightly in your fist.

"Tell me, so I can help you. So I can make sure you'll get back on your feet. Tell me so you can be there for us."

"You cry every time one of us gets hurt. I don't like it." he said, still not completely convinced.

"I won't. Not in front of you, anyway." You said without realizing it.

But then you frowned, thinking. "Actually, I will. You don't get to tell me how to react. You're the one who messed up. You apologize and you make up for it. I don't have to compromise. You do."

He chuckled and kissed your knuckles.

Keeping your hand in his, Bruce led you back to the bed, making you sit down as he dropped on his knees in front of you.

You were still looking at him coldly. He took both of your hands, gently stroking them, then lifted his head to look you straight in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, my love. I shouldn't have hidden things from you. I can't say I'm convinced by everything you said, but I understand how you feel, and I promise I won't ever put you in a situation where you have to find out my secrets on your own."

You rolled your eyes, making him smile.

"I don't want you to cancel your plans just because I got hurt, especially when my life isn't in danger. Let's say I'll let you know whenever something like this happens, but you have to promise me you won't cancel anything if you're busy."

You frowned. The man had the audacity to try to make you compromise with him? He was the one at fault! You were about to pull your hands away from his, but he tightened his grip, suddenly panicking.

"Alright, tell me what you want."

"I already told you, Bruce. You tell me when things go wrong. I react however I want, and you just shut it."

He was about to negotiate again —as always—when you clicked your tongue.

"Bruce, I'm not even joking."

He hated being the one in the wrong because he couldn't do anything against you. He sighed, defeated.

"I apologize again. Just know that I trust you. I just love you so much, and I thought I was doing the right thing."

He nuzzled his face into your lap, hugging you tightly. You patted his head.

"I still don't fuck with you. I'm not sleeping with you tonight, and tomorrow by ten, you'd better hand me a report with the dates, times, and details of everything you've hidden from me."

He stayed silent for a second. "And if I—"

"I'm killing you tonight."

He hugged your waist tighter. You had never been that ruthless, everyone usually listened to him without putting up much of a fight. And when they did, like Alfred or the kids, he always managed to find a compromise and somehow come out on top.

He was very convincing but rarely with you, most of the time, you had the last word. Especially tonight. At least he tried.

"Why did you scold Duke?"

"He overheard my conversation with Alfred and tried to ease things by defending you. I went a little too hard on him though. I should apologize."

"I love that kid." he mumbled.

"You're running out of time." His cocky comment only made you want to kick his ass out.

He groaned. "Just... five minutes. Please."

And you accepted. You were still furious with him, but after the fear you'd gone through that day, you really appreciated his embrace.

"Four minutes."

You were still going to have the last word though.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Lynn ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

That's just how she was sweet, honest, funny, and caring with everybody. A single conversation with her could make anyone think they were actually super close.

Not you, though.

You were far from being close to her. You had friends in common, but you always kept your distance. You didn't hate her, and you weren't mad at her either.

You just always felt like something was wrong with her.

You knew she argued with people and never hid it when she was mad at someone. In fact, she was very outspoken. But something still felt off. As if she wasn't showing everything, as if somehow she wasn't actually that sweet.

It made you uncomfortable. You were always tense around Sophia.

You hated how her smile felt especially sweet whenever she looked at you.

You tried to investigate it a little, but the conclusion was always the same: she was just like this with everyone. Maybe it served whatever she was planning.

She wasn't flirting. She wasn't particularly sweet with you. You weren't special.

And repeating that to yourself actually helped you keep your distance.

Sophia knew you weren't fond of her. It always made her wonder why. She made sure she hadn't upset or offended you somehow, but you still seemed to dislike her.

Then one night, at a party celebrating the end of the college year, you talked to her.

Sophia was drinking a bottle of beer, sitting on the floor of a random bathroom. Her eyes were puffy from crying, and mascara was smeared all over her face.

That's when you stumbled in, fumbling and completely drunk.

Your eyes met, and she managed a small smile as she wiped away her tears.

"You're crying," you said simply, closing the door behind you. "Why?"

"I'm not." She let out a fake chuckle, making you frown.

You closed the distance between you and dropped to your knees, placing a hand on her bare thigh. You held eye contact as if you were analyzing every feature of her face.

She only tensed, suddenly wanting to look in a mirror to make sure she didn't look ridiculous.

"You don't have to hide your emotions. That's super creepy."

"You think I'm creepy in everyday life?"

You nodded firmly. "You are. But you're really pretty, so..." You shrugged, absentmindedly playing with a strand of her hair.

"You're drunk." It felt like she hadn't said it for you, but for herself.

"I'm not."

You repeated her words and took the bottle from her hand before taking a long sip of her beer.

"See? If I was, I wouldn't have done that."

She chuckled, a genuine one this time. "It's exactly what a drunk girl would do."

You frowned, trying to think about it, but you lost your balance and almost fell.

Sophia's hand immediately found your arm, steadying you where you knelt. She gently took the bottle from your hand and set it aside.

"Maybe I'm drunk." you whispered before letting your head fall onto her shoulder.

"I told you," she whispered back, stroking your arm.

Your hand was still resting on her thigh as you nuzzled your face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. She was warm, and her caresses were so sweet. Especially sweet.

"Don't do that. You're not fooling me." you said, still humming against the comfort of her.

She wrapped her free arm around your waist, gently stroking you there as well. "I'm not?"

You shook your head, leaning in even closer because the contact was so fucking comforting.

"But I fool others?"

"You fool everyone. I know you're evil."

She chuckled and held you even tighter —not that you minded.—

"You think I'm the devil? Why?" Her voice was so light, as if she was actually pleased by the conversation.

"You're not the devil. But you must be friends with him or something. I know you're hiding something. You're not actually kind or sweet, it's just one of your little games. I won't give you my soul."

She hummed. "I feel like you think this all the time, not just when you're drunk."

"You can't actually like those people. They might think they're close to you, but they certainly aren't. They didn't even notice how tired you were last week during that group project. Y'all aren't friends. You just let them think they are, but they don't know anything about you. And it's super weird. Why would you act like that?"

You lifted your head to look her in the eyes, trying to discern something. She gave you nothing.

You sighed and shifted position, resting your head on her lap and wrapping your arms around her waist. She started stroking your hair and your back.

"Is it because you want connections or something? You don't need college students for that. You're already super rich. Aren't you tired of hanging out with people who don't truly see you, only the role you play?"

"But you see me, right?" she whispered. "You noticed all of this because you've been watching me?"

You huffed. "Come on, Laffy, we're not friends."

She just smirked.

"Especially because there's something off about you and I still don't know what it is. You're not doing this for connections, right? You're doing it just because... out of habit? That's even creepier. So you're just walking around manipulating people?"

She stayed silent for a second. "You know I have friends, right? They're your friends too."

You nodded. "Yeah, but someone normal would've just kept things like that, with their close friends. You don't. And strangely, you don't even seem to like attention that much... You're so weird. You might actually be the devil after all."

"That's why you won't be friends with me, hm?" She lowered her head to look at you.

"I'm not going to be one of your toys," you mumbled.

"No?"

You shook your head.

"Would you like to be my only one?"

You could hear the smile in her voice, and you hated that she was playing with you right now.

"How many people have heard that?"

"Hmmmm..." she pretended to think. "I don't know! I talk to so many people. You already know that!"

"Ugh." You rolled your eyes.

"So you were just jealous? You should've said it earlier. I can give you a lot of attention."

You suddenly straightened up, pushing yourself off her thighs. "No?! You're crazy, that wasn't the point."

She tilted her head with a smirk.

"It's what it sounded like to me. You think I'm playing with people, so you refuse to get close to me. But if I didn't play around, you would've. So you're jealous of those people who don't see me, while you do."

Damn. That was exactly what you said, but she'd somehow made it sound completely different.

Your eyes widened in disbelief. "Wow... You're really manipulative. I'm out."

You were about to get up and leave when she grabbed your hand. "I think we've already established that you're drunk. Where are you going?"

"None of your business."

She got to her feet as well and walked toward the sink, brushing lightly against your arm as she passed. She started washing the mascara off her face.

You were about to leave, but she stopped you. "I'm taking you. Don't move."

You looked at her in disbelief as she dried her face with a tissue. "You're taking me where, exactly?"

Finally, she turned around, her eyes locking with yours. "Home." She smiled.

And that's how you walked back to your dorm with Sophia. You didn't know how or why, but she managed to convince you.

Actually, she didn't even have to try.

When you reached your front door, she turned to look at you with a smile.

"Why were you crying?" You felt heavy, so you leaned your head against the wall. She took a step forward, observing you.

"Nothing special. It's just something I need to let out sometimes, even when I'm not sad." She said as she searched for your keys in your pockets.

"Do you want me to give you a release?" you asked before a hiccup slipped out.

She stopped, lifting her head to look at you while pulling your keys from the back pocket of your jeans. "You're really drunk."

"I am."

She opened the door and grabbed your hand, dragging you inside.

"I'm off. I have evil things to do." She said jokingly as she handed you your keys. "Lock the door."

"You're going back to the party?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

She simply nodded. "Take the keys. My arm is going numb."

"You cockblocked me and you're not even going home?!"

She tilted her head playfully. "You wanted to have fun?" she asked, but her tone made it obvious she already knew the answer. "Come on, take them, lock the door, and go to sleep."

You grabbed the hand holding your keys and pulled her toward you.

Your lips crashed against hers.

A small yelp of surprise escaped her lips, but soon enough, her arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as the keys slipped from her hand and hit the floor with a metallic jingle.

Her lips were so soft, and the contact of her burning hands all over your body drove you completely mad. She started walking you back to your bed, the two of you falling onto it.

You were suffocating, her tongue tangled with yours, the weight of her body, the little whimpers she let out, all of it was intoxicating. And when your lips finally separated, you were panting.

She kissed all over your face, mumbling: "I might cockblock you more often."

"So you really did it on purpose!"

She kissed your lips again.

"Yeah." Sophia said with a big grin.

And she just got off you and walked toward your door, still open. "I'm leaving. Lock the door please."

And she left, closing the door behind her.

She ran away, making you realize what you had just done. Damn. You were done for.

The next day, you tried to talk to her while your friends were having fun in Daniela's pool.

"Look, I'm sorry for what I did yesterday. I don't know what happened to me."

She just looked at you, puzzled, raising an eyebrow. She was so pretty in her purple bikini with white dots on it. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and strands were falling all over her face.

"I should be the one apologizing. They told me I brought you back home, but I don't remember any of it. It was super dangerous of me to pretend I could take you home when I was drunk myself."

Oh. She didn't remember? She didn't seem drunk that night though.

"What happened? Did you get back home safely?"

You nodded, still confused. "And you? Did you get back to the party?"

She shook her head. "I woke up at Dani's. She found me on her way home."

You looked at her in disbelief.

"What happened? What are you sorry for?"

"I... hum... hit you."

And she laughed. "It's fine, we were super drunk after all, right?"

You nodded, laughing weakly.

"Girls, come on!" Lara called you, making Sophia straighten up.

"Don't be too guilty. I don't even remember where you hit me," she said. "And it could have been worse, right? We could have kissed with your door open." She smiled and left.

Okay. Right. Of course she remembered.

Summer passed, and the new school year started. Nothing had changed between you and Sophia. Nothing had changed in your life at all. Though that's what you first thought.

You noticed something weird. You used to hook up with two different girls. You were casual, and it suited you just fine. But they weren't interested in you anymore. Not just one of them, but both.

You didn't think much of it. Maybe they wanted something serious with someone else. Maybe they just weren't interested anymore. But it wasn't just them. It was everyone.

No more hookups at parties. No more flirting with students. Nothing.

And it wasn't that they weren't into you. The way they looked at you, the tension, the heat. You could feel it. They wanted it, but just when things were about to escalate, they would leave. Every single time.

It lasted for months. You hadn't had sex since your summer vacation in Hawaii in mid-July. And here you were, in the middle of November, tired and stressed because of exams, and so fucking needy. Your vibrator wasn't enough anymore. You wanted someone. You needed a release.

That's why you texted the group chat with your friends: "Fuck studying, I'm joining you."

They were at Sophia's sorority. Of course, Miss Perfect was the president, and she never held parties to "keep her girls safe." But tonight she had organized something casual in their big-ass garden, she said it was the last barbecue before the cold.

When you arrive, Sophia was talking on the porch with a girl you knew really well. You had hooked up with her twice last year.

You smiled, climbing the patio stairs. "Hey Mimi." You hugged her softly and she did the same.

"Hey! It's been a while, how are you doing?" she answered.

"Not really good. I've been missing you." Yeah, you were that desperate.

And when a playful smirk showed she was about to play along, Sophia laughed.

"Y'all are too sweet!" She wrapped her arms around Mia's neck. "Love that for you," she said, tightening her hold and looking at her for way too long.

Mia chuckled slightly, embarrassed, and waved at you before going inside, leaving you alone with Sophia.

Okay. What the fuck just happened?

"She is cute, isn't she?" Sophia started.

"Don't do that again. You're so fucking annoying," you said, huffing in frustration.

She just smiled at you. "Do what?"

You rolled your eyes and went inside. That first interaction should've been a warning that you wouldn't get anything that night. But again, you were very oblivious.

Until you found yourself chatting with a member of the sorority. You were lying on a beanbag that you shared with her. Just small talk and laughs, nothing special.

"If you weren't off-limits, I would've liked to keep talking to you, but I can't do this to my friend, you know..." she finally said.

And you frowned so quickly it almost hurt.

"Your friend?" you asked.

"Sophia. She cried because of your breakup, but we all know you'll get back together. You probably know it too," she said, shrugging.

You didn't answer. Shocked.

"Look... I know you're trying to make her jealous, but don't do it with me. I want to stay friends with her, and I want to keep my friends. Nobody will ever talk to me again if I mess around with my friend's ex. Especially when that friend is Sophia."

Oh. Oh.

You laughed. You couldn't do anything else but laugh.

"Okay, I get it. I won't put you in our problems anymore," you said softly, getting up and leaving.

You were pissed, walking around looking for Sophia, fists clenched. You found her within five minutes, joking around with several girls.

"We need to talk." you said flatly.

The girls suddenly lit up and giggled, probably imagining things she had made them believe.

Sophia just smiled at you. A big fucking smile that felt especially sweet to you. Just for you.

You weren't in the mood for her stupid games.

She led you to her bedroom, closing the door behind you and locking it. Weird. Super weird.

You huffed at the sight, almost laughing in disbelief. "You're such a bitch. You threatened girls so they wouldn't get close to me?!"

"I did?" she asked innocently.

"Sophia, stop fucking with me!" you raised your voice.

You hated arguing. You always ended up close to tears. And now you were frustrated, and she wasn't even taking you seriously. You wanted to cry.

"Don't do that. Don't raise your voice at me. I might be into it." Though she didn't really sound like she was. She looked more annoyed than anything.

"What the fuck," you whispered. "What is wrong with you?!"

"It's practical, you know. Being friendly with everyone. If I want to keep you all for myself, I just have to say it, and nobody will ever dare touch you. Mia did though. Hope she won't be too isolated tomorrow." She shrugged. "Who knows."

"You fucking weirdo. She didn't do anything wrong!"

"You're defending her?" she said, taking a step closer.

You heart missed a beat and felt your blood rushing. It only made you realize that you were alone in her bedroom. Door locked. Everyone outside. And even if they were inside, nobody would come bother Princess Sophia.

She didn't need connections. She wanted control.

Sophia had everyone in her pocket. She could do anything. No one would dare say anything about it, because they were afraid of her, and they didn't even realize it. They thought it was friendship. Loyalty.

"Why are you defending her? You want something with her?" she asked, still coming closer.

You took a step back without realizing it.

"That's not the point, Sophia."

"I think it is," she snapped back, a bit aggressively. "She may not stay around for long. You should give up."

You stayed silent. It was obviously a threat.

And somehow, you felt like she was capable of making someone disappear from your life in the middle of a school year.

"You're so fucking sick. You're not even interested in me. You just want to play."

She shrugged. "Maybe. I don't care. I want you all to myself. And even if it's just a phase, I won't share you. You asked for it. I'm just giving you what you wanted."

She took another step and pulled you closer, her hand finding your cheek.

"I never asked you anything," You mumbled strangely excited by the situation.

"You did," she said, stroking your cheek. "You said you wanted to be my only one. You're obviously not the only toy I have. But you can be my only one in another category."

Her tone suddenly softened. And you knew you were doomed.

"Come on, play with me. You started the game. You kissed me. And I told you I'd keep cockblocking you. It wasn't supposed to be a surprise. It's not like I did it behind your back. I was playing fair. You weren't." Her voice became innocent.

"Look at how angry you are, you even shouted at me. That's mean. You hurt my feelings."

She was manipulating you, and it worked, as if everything she said was making sense in your head.

"And now you're pushing every button. You're making me upset. I won't make you pay for it, because I don't hurt what's mine. But this poor Mia... if only you hadn't defended her. Worse, if only you hadn't hugged her..."

You bit your lip. Damn. She was really hot when showing her real face. Your mind was conflicted, she succeeded in making you guilty about Mia.

You felt like crying.

"Easy, my love," she said softly.

She grabbed your hand and guided you to her bed. You sat down, and she brought you a tissue, gently wiping your eyes slightly wet.

"I don't wish bad things on her. I'm just very frustrated recently, and I only flirted with her for that."

She hummed. "You're stressed and you want a release, but no one was allowed to give it to you," she said, stroking your head as you nodded. "I didn't know you were such a naughty girl. Do you want my help?"

Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes again and you pressed your lips together. You were so pathetic, your clit was aching like crazy and you really wanted her help.

"And I'm here, being manipulated by you, and I don't even want to do anything about it. I've hit my lowest point." You said with a little sob.

You were indeed down bad. Her obsessive side was creepy, but so fucking attractive, and she was like this just for you.

Her voice was so sweet, so caring, and the way her eyes lit up with malice when things went her way was extremely unsettling.

This aura around her, the way she touched you, her pretty pink lips you craved... Sophia was indeed dangerous, and you were starving for it.

She chuckled. "Don't cry. What could you even do about it? Look how you're pressing your legs together. You need this. Let me give it to you. We'll talk about the manipulation part later, hm?"

She straddled you and started kissing your face.

"I shouldn't be doing this with someone as fucked up as you." You placed your hands on her hips.

"You like it and it is way more fucked up." She said laughing.

You let a whimper slipped when she started licking your neck.

"You're manipulating me." You said trying to excuse yourself.

"I'm not." She was nibbling your pulse "If I was, I wouldn't be doing this to you. I'm doing this because you want me to." She kissed tenderly your bottom lip. "Besides, if you're noticing, it can't be manipulation."

"I'm not evil like you." You whispered.

She giggled pushing you down, still sitting on your lap "You're not evil. You're just attracted to it."

She slid her hand under your skirt, stroking your heat through your panty, the contact was electrifying, making you close your legs.

"Damn. You are needy. You're so wet... is it for me?"

You rolled your eyes "Don't ask me that, I'm supposed to be mad at you."

She shrugged with a grin "You can be, just not right now." Sophia pressed the pads of her fingers on your lips tracing a pattern, humidifying more and more your panty. "I'm doing this for you, be grateful."

You lifted your hips, rolling them against her fingers looking for friction.

"I want to taste. Will you let me?"

You nodded.

"Will you ask me to?"

You groaned, grimacing. "You're so annoying."

Tucking your panties to the side, Sophia pressed her thumb on your clit.

Your head went back, biting your lips. She slipped her free hand inside your tank top, slowly moving her fingers till they find your nipples.

"Will you ask me, my love?"

"Laffy... Could you taste me. Please."

A big smile. She giggled as if she was incredibly pleased by the situation. Quickly and obviously excited, she climbed down from your laps and went between your legs as she took off your skirt and panties.

"I don't like eating in silence." She warned you before crashing her lips on your crotch.

She held your thighs tightly, her arms wrapped around them, making sure you stayed well spread for her. You were dying, she was eagerly eating and tasting all of you. When she pushed her tongue in your hole, a moan came from the back of your throat.

She didn't let you closed your legs, you were locked, forced to endure everything she gave you, everything you desperately needed.

She wasn't silent either, whimpering against you, moaning and devouring as if you were her very last meal. The tinkling sensation of her warm tongue swirling all over your slick was just overwhelming. You whined her name, either to make her stop or keep going, you weren't sure.

Her lips brushed your clit and she started sucking on it. Your moans became louder as you placed your hands on her hair, trying to lift her head. She didn't budge a single inch.

Your eyes rolled back and your members tensed. You were chocking on air and finally, you saw stars. Your body relaxed, you panted as air went through your lungs again, your legs were shaking.

The room was filled with wet sounds, Sophia drinking every single drop of your release. Still holding you spread, she leaned her head against your inner thighs, panting as well. Your eyes met and the sight was just so obscene.

A big smile on her face, licking her lips and gaze full of lust. Still looking at you, she bit your inner thighs and licked her way through your belly.

"Take this off." She helped you taking your top off and licked the way between your breasts, pinching your nipples.

"I want more of this. I need to make you mine."

Wrapping her hand on your neck she asked "You are mine right?"

You nodded without realizing it, whispering her name.

She gets up, running around in her bedroom looking for something, you were still in the clouds and only managed to called her "Laffy?"

She was back on top of you within a second, a double ended dildo in her hand. Your pulse rushed and your clit ached at this sight.

Her hands were trembling, she was mumbling things to herself, trying to stay calm and not letting herself being consumed by excitement.

She took off her dress and underwear, finally appearing naked. She was fucking stunning. Unconsciously, your hand moved towards your inner thighs.

"I know you're needy but wait a second. Don't be greedy." Placing the dildo aside, she tightened her hair in a ponytail, still without breaking eye contact. Fuck. She wanted to devour you.

Slowly, wanting to edge you, she placed the tip of the toy against her hole, whimpering at the contact.

You groaned "Come on Laffy don't make me wait."

Your words made her smile brightly and she pushed the length inside, pressing her lips together as it went deeper, keeping herself from moaning. When she caught her breath back, her eyes locked on yours. She was ready.

She grabbed your hand, making you get up.

"Laffy my legs are still weak, I don't know if I can-"

"Of course you can, you wanted this. You take it." She answered bending you against the edge of her bed.

Dragging the tip of the toy to your entrance, teasing you with it, she whispered "Tell me what you want." Her hands were on your waist, her fingers digging into your skin.

"I need you to fuck me." It hadn't taken you long to answer.

Suddenly your hole stretched wide open, taking inch by inch the sleeve who went deeper and deeper in your insides. "Alright, I can't deny you shit after all."

Lips parted, you were chocking against your moans. Sophia started thrusting inside you, slowly but evenly at first. Your ass were clapping against her hips and you felt her fingers leaving marks on your waist.

"Has Mia ever done that? Has she fucked you like that?"

You shook your head babbling nonsense. Trembling and shaking, steadying yourself by grabbing the sheets.

"Will she ever do it?" When you shook your head again she grabbed you tighter and pushed her hips further. "I want to hear your pretty voice."

"She won't ever touch me again." You managed to say through your whining.

"Yeah that's right." And she became rougher, she fucked you faster, her whimpers making your ears tingles. "You're mine, exclusively mine, only mine."

Your walls tightened at the sound of those words. Your legs started to shake and you felt the length slowly slipping out of you.

"Don't stop, why are you stopping?" You said out of breath.

She pushed you down, making you fall on her bed, you turned around looking at her, Sophia then grabbed your hands, pinning them above your head.

"Don't worry I'm not finished yet."

And she went inside again, pinning you down "You're such a smart girl, the only one worth my time here." Her thumb started to stroke your clit. The combination of your clit and pussy being bullied was unbearable, too much.

Your legs wrapped around her waist, trying to stay as close as possible to her.

"You like being stretched out by me don't you? And you'll let me do it again right after because I own you hm?"

"Y-yes" She changed the angle, touching that sweet spot, you knew you were close. "Sophia—"

Her breathing became uneven, indicating you that the angle was also good for her. "Come on fall apart on my cock, show me how a smart girl like you can become a dumb slut."

You clenched around the length, your clit pulsing and she felt it against her thumb, making her laugh. "You like being degraded? You like the idea of being locked up with me forever and being fucked every hours of the day?"

"I— I..." You tried to answer but your mind was blank because of every single thrust.

The rythme changed, she was faster like she wanted to make a fire with the friction of her toy against your walls. You were wetter too, every thrust came with a squelching noise.

"Yeah, you're just a whore aren't you? You came here with the idea of having your greedy cunt stuffed full. I bet you would have accepted anyone. Look how soaked you are, you would have spread your legs for the first to come."

"N-no. I'm not like that... I promise" A long growl left your throat "...I'll spread my legs only for you. Please keep fucking me."

She thrust further making both of you whine in unison "You're not fooling me, you didn't came with the idea of doing this with me. But you know what? I'll forgive you." She pinched your clit.

"You're just a slut after all, a very naughty girl who can't live without my dick inside her hole, you don't know any better, right my love?"

You nodded biting your lips "I'm just a slut and I need you, please don't leave me."

Freeing your hands, she started to choke you lightly, holding herself to your waist and your neck.

She smirked "You should be grateful I'm not denying you this pleasure. Say thank you and come."

"Thank you, thank you Laffy for making me come." You said out of breath.

She rolled her hips deeper, messier, still hitting that soft spot inside your soaking wet hole and you came, still babbling thanks as Sophia fell on top of you, moaning in your ear.

"You..." You tried to catch your breath "You're such an evil person."

She bit your neck with all teeth making you whine loudly "Talk again to another girl, and I'll show you how evil I can really be." She threatened.

Your walls clenched at this answer. You were such a weirdo.

"I know you like that. You might actually be weirder than me." Her tone softened, it was sweet, so fucking sweet and the gentle peck she left on your skin didn't help.

"You... Are you sweet like that with everyone?"

She pushed on her hands, looking you in the eyes with this smile that looked especially sweet. "I am only to you."

Something felt wrong with Sophia, not that you didn't believe her words. You knew she was telling the truth, the thing is that she said it maliciously, as if it wasn't something you should be happy with.

Sophia was indeed evil. You still didn't know if she was really the devil himself though.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Lynn ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──