Hellooooo!! If its okay, could you pls do a fic with established severus × wife reader (who is also a professor) who hits his humor PERFECTLY‼️
Im talking, biting his tongue, turning red, FIGHTING to keep his composure and not burst out laughing from something she says or does, ESPECIALLY IN THe GREAT HALL‼️
He has a reputation🙄 he cant be caught giggling!
(But in the end, he eventually bursts into laughter during one of the staff meetings, leaving dumbledore and McGonagall jawdropped)
I FIND THIS SO FUNNY TO ME HELPPPP
Foolish, Severus Snape x Fem. Reader
A/N: Tried my absolute best with this.
Enjoy!
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When Severus took on his job at Hogwarts, you were quick to follow. It was shortly after the two of you married, and you didn't like the idea of him being away for the majority of the year. And so began the next several years of your lives as two professors with the same last name. It mostly causes confusion for the first years, but given some time, they sort it out. One of the biggest contributors to separating the two of you from each other was your drastically polar opposite personalities.
Severus was well.. Himself, in the gentlest of terms. While you loved him, he made it very hard for anyone else, especially students too as well. And you? You were fun and easy to talk to or approach. Just about everything Severus wasn't on the outside. Luckily for you, you got to see what was on the inside as well. Boy, did you love to abuse that. Part of knowing the eye of the storm was knowing what brought it out.
The easiest way to achieve that was through humor. Believe it or not, the man is capable of laughter. And a lot of it at that. Much to his annoyance and embarrassment, you poked fun at that during the worst possible times. It'd be fine if it were just the two of you alone, like in your chambers or after office hours. But no. That would be far less entertaining for you.
There was a small period of time where you had some difficulty finding ways to keep up your mischief, however. Harry Potter had come to Hogwarts and just opened up a whole world of bad memories for the man. While it wasn't the child's fault he was the spitting image of his father, your husband's biggest bully, you still sympathized with him. And then Gilderoy Lockhart got hired. That window got reopened because of it. If there was one thing Severus found funny it was making fun of stupid people. And who was a better target than Lockhart?
From the moment that man sat down at the High Table, you cooked up about half a million jokes to make about him. The moment the blonde laid eyes on you, he got it into his head that you would have the hots for him. He was a celebrity after all. He was yet to find a woman he wanted who didn't want him in turn. During the first feast of the year/sorting ceremony, he was quick to sit beside you. Luckily, though, Severus was already on your other side.
"Hello."
You slowly turn to look at the blonde, confused and baffled by his audacity. You were literally just in the middle of a conversation with your husband.
"Uhm.. Hi?"
"I'm Gilderoy Lockhart, though you probably already knew that." While boasting, he wore that signature arrogant smile and ran a hand through his hair. You were unimpressed.
"Right.. I'm Y/N Snape," you pull back, gesturing to the man on your other side, "and this is my husband, Severus."
Severus, ever the cherub, met Gilderoy with the nastiest sneer he could muster. Instantly, the blonde faltered. He fumbled over his words and gave a very cowardly greeting before quickly turning his attention to whoever was sitting on his other side. You scoff, turning to face your husband.
"Ridiculous. I could have sworn common sense was more common in our generation."
Severus gave a brief eyebrow raise at your comment, taking a sip of his drink. That one wasn't so funny, but at least you got a good reaction out of him. And fortunately for you, Gilderoy had an insatiable habit of making an utter fool of himself. During the first week of the term, he very obnoxiously expressed that.
He went and gave every member of staff a copy of every book he'd ever written. Severus was quick to throw all of them away. In front of Gilderoy. You, however, kept them and read them. After all, you needed some sort of ammunition against the man. It wasn't an easy feat, though. If anyone with a brain read his books after spending more than ten seconds with him, they could see he was a liar and a fat mouth. During dinner in the Great Hall during dinner one night, the hedonistic fool was back at it. Though he never really stopped to begin with.
Growing tired of listening to his endless boasting while waiting for everyone to show up to the meeting, you leaned over to Severus in the most nonchalant way you could.
"The other day he tried to flirt with me again."
"If only you were adaptable to his charm." Severus drawled, giving his eyes a roll.
"He tried to tell me that he knew a thing or two about potions himself. In case I ever got tired of constantly going to you. Even claimed he could easily tutor you."
Severus clenched his jaw tightly, his eyes narrowing dangerously at the blonde man a few seats down.
"And what did you tell him?"
"That hair gel doesn't count"
Your husband choked out a snort of laughter, then instantly composed himself. You grinned widely at his reaction. Finally, a good one out of him. A few teachers within the vicinity caught his choked snicker and turned to look at the otherwise brooding man in confusion. A few students seemed to have noticed it as well, not sure if he was in pain or not.
He glared at you out of the corner of his eye, to which your grin grew into a smirk. So Gilderoy was the perfect source of comedy after all. Noticing the attention shifting from him to Severus, Gilderoy wasted no time turning his attention to the two of you.
"Y/N, Snape. How are you this fine evening?"
Severus gave Gilderoy a less-than-pleased look. The man had recently taken to only addressing you by first name and Severus by last. And by no means were you on a first-name basis with him.
"Splendid! My husband and I were just talking about your genius."
"Oh you were? Hah, yes. It is rather extraordinary, isn't it?"
"Your pension for total ignorance in every word coming out of your mouth? Yes, yes, I dare say it is."
Severus' lips tightened into a very firm, thin line, holding back a fit of laughter. What you said wasn't all that funny, sure. But rather, Gilderoy's reaction is what got him. He flicked his eyes away, shoulders tensing. Gilderoy fumbled, like he did every time you said something mean to him.
"W-Well, what is ignorance to some is pure genius to others. It's a matter of opinion, really."
"I'm sure. You would know all about that, wouldn't you?"
Severus then got up and left the Hall, practically holding his breath. Your gall was part of why he married you, but he despised it a little now. There were a few incidents similar to that one later on, but when Severus really broke wasn't until the staff Yule party. Like every year, there was a secret Santa within the staff. Luckily, neither you nor Severus got Gilderoy, or the other way around.
That didn't stop the theatrics, unfortunately. Gilderoy had gotten Minerva. You pitted her, knowing she thought the blonde as much as you and your husband did. He, as predicted, made a total ass of himself during the gift exchange at the party. He had given Minerva his latest book and a signed picture of himself. As if she, or anyone in their right mind, would want that, let alone for Christmas.
You, along with all of the staff, were sitting at a large table together. Gilderoy was sitting next to Minerva, and you and Severus were directly across from the two. Gilderoy to you and Minerva to Severus. The blonde handed Minerva his gift, his usual proud smile on.
"Here you are, my dear, no need to thank me. I know it's spectacular."
Minerva side-eyed Gilderoy and then opened the wrapped parcel. After pulling the two things out and judging them for a moment, she gave a tight-lipped thank you. You, however, were not nearly as composed as your co-worker was.
"Are you serious?!" You exclaimed, earning the attention of everyone. "Who in this room other than yourself would ever, and I mean ever, want that?! The whole purpose of the Secret Santa is to highlight how well we know one another! You could have at least had the decency to pretend to care about what Minnie would have liked!"
Gilderoy opened and closed his mouth a few times, attempting to speak, but nothing came out but sputtering. The entire room was dead silent for a beat or two, everyone equally as shocked as the other. And then it happened. The most glorious thing. Severus burst out into laughter. Not a snicker or snort. A full-blown fit of raw, loud laughter. It only took a few moments of shock for his laughter to spread to other professors.
Soon, the entire room was bubbling. You smiled. That was the best reaction you'd ever gotten from him by far.
in which: you and your boyfriend decide to become unemployed and pretend to have beef on twitter.
pairing: idol!sunghoon x fem!reader
warnings: smau, just crack, idk basically ragebait, swearing, cussing each other out for fun LMFAO, mentions of jake, one suggestive joke, lmk if i forgot any!
SUMMARY: Cortis is use to professional photos and always looking nice, but recently Keonho has been getting the most attention from a particular photographer. The boys including himself don't remember him ever looking THAT good.
“I might’ve told them you’re a girl.” “What.”
A/N: HiHiHi!!! I’m so happy you guys are liking this fic, I genuinely love coming up with more parts for the story! And if you guys are ready my Martin fic, trust trust I’ll be updating it soon!!
One Hell of a Summer! Rodrick Heffley x F!Reader pt.1
Summary: Rodrick thinks Greg's going crazy when he told him that Rowley's older sister was hotter than Heather, I mean, that's just ridiculous! Rowley's sister? Hotter than THE Heather Hills? Nahhh that can't be true...right?
With summer vacation coming up, Rodrick's annual plan of sleeping all day and watching TV all summer might just change this year.
Word count: 1,579
Tags n Warnings: Rowley's older sister! Reader, Angst, Fluff n all that but !!NO SMUT!! only suggestive scenes, curse words, scenes based on dog days movie, Reader has navel piercing and vertical labret, Mcbling! Reader , time period of their summer vaca is from early june 2012 - early september 2012
Author's Note: I accidentally deleted the first AND second draft of this story...
"...right, Greg?"
"Huh? Uh, Yeah!" His head quickly turned to a smiling Rowley. He nodded in agreement to whatever his best friend asked him, which was probably about summer break or something. His sight reeling back to the teen girl plopped on the sofa.
Rodrick would never believe this....
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Sounds of laughter echoed through the Heffleys as Greg stood by Rodrick's room, looking at his older brother like he was some kind of hollering crackhead by the Kwik-4-U Mart.
Rodrick got up off the floor after laughing maniacally, "That's just ridiculous, lil' bro," He patted Greg's shoulder as he crouched down to his eye level, "everybody knows no one in this boring town's hotter than Heather Hills. You should really get your eyes checked,"
He stood and passed by Greg, drumsticks in hand, "or maybe the baby hippo's weirdness is starting to rub off on you?" Laughing as he walked down the stairs, earning a sigh and eye roll from Greg.
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It was the last day of school before summer break at Westmore Middle School. Every student was all trying to make the other sign their yearbooks.
The school was soon in your peripheral vision as you catch a glimpse of your younger brother talking to a blonde girl with his friend.
With the hoard of middle schoolers on your way and occupied parking spaces, you opted to park your car next to a creepy white van. As you got out of your car, the big Löded Diper painted on the van's side put you to a stop, "What the hell is a Löded Diper?" removing your shades for a brief second as you looked at the van in judgement.
Students parted like the red sea, head turning as you walked by, heels clicking on the pavement. This town really was nowhere near the big city of New York, and that was what you loved about Plainview. It was quieter and slower. After your persistent asking, begging, and listing reasons why you should move back to Plainview, your parents finally decided to agree. They didn't want you to leave New York City, as for them, it is a city full of big big opportunities.
They weren't wrong. But for you, New York is also a city full of big big rats. They should've seen the rat you found at your apartment last month! OR the rats you go to classes with!
You now saw your brother again with Greg but the blonde girl was nowhere to be seen, a boy your age with messy hair was there instead. Though he seems to be in pain as he was clutching his right foot.
"Y/N!" Rowley excitedly waved at you as he saw you walking towards them. Making the other two turn their heads towards you. There you were in your plaid miniskirt and white tank bedazzled with the word "Angel" on it, juicy couture bag on your shoulder.
Rodrick swore you were an angel sent to him by the Gods while Greg swore he was about to vomit 'cause his brother had weird disgusting heart eyes and a dopey smile.
"Ew." Greg whispered to himself, grimacing in disgust. The look on his brother's face really nearly made him vomit.
Walking past the two boys, cutting Rodrick's dazed stare. You quickly sidehugged your brother and ruffled his hair, "How's school?"
"It was fun! We signed each other's yearbooks today!" You nodded at Rowley with a smile as you diverted your attention to Greg.
"Hey Greg! You coming over again tomorrow?"
"Maybe anothe—"
"Yes!" The messy haired teen quickly cut off Greg and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Greg here will be there tomorrow with me."
"What?!" Greg frowned, "Rodrick you've never—"
"Mom said I should come with you tomorrow for us to bond"
"She did no—" Rodrick smiled at you and quickly put a hand over Greg's mouth before he said anything any further. Greg slapped his hand away in disgust and muttered something about Rodrick needing to wash his hands.
You turned to the boy your age with flyers on his hand, pointing your head towards Rodrick, "He a friend of yours too, Rowley?"
"Uhh..He's Greg's Brother..." Rowley said, looking a bit terrified which made you squint in curiosity.
You turned your attention back to the boy, raising your eyebrow as you looked at him up and down, your eye caught the words written on his shirt. You chuckled in amusement as you crossed your arms at him, "Löded Diper?"
"Uh, yeah," Rodrick smirked at you trying to act cool, "I'm the drummer. You know, we played so loud once that we made someone's ear bleed,"
A weird band name with an even weirder drummer..
"Uhm, okayy," Scrunching your face in disgust but nodding your head either way, "Let's go Rowley,"
"Wait! I mean, not literally!" Rodrick quickly defended himself after his lousy attempt of flirting.
"Bye Greg!"
Greg returned Rowley's wave as he faced Rodrick, "You should really stop telling girls that, Rodrick. It's kinda disgusting."
"Shut up butt face!" Rodrick exclaimed, smacking Greg in the face with a handful of flyers, "She's just trying to play hard to get," He murmured.
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First day of summer vacation and Greg is starting his first day—with playing Twisted Warlock all afternoon.
He had everything perfectly planned for summer including making sure that his dad won't know about him playing video games all day. Clearly, his perfect plan was flawed and failed miserably based on what he told Rowley. He told him everything. From his 'totally not flawed' plan to his and his dad's plans for the weekend. Rowley didn't understand why Greg was upset about spending time with his dad this summer, but nonetheless, he still tried his best to comfort his best friend.
While Greg and Rowley chatted away, Rodrick has also been chatting (more like flirting) with you from the moment him and Greg came over. He's been telling you about how his band is going to have their big break soon and not-so-subtly asking you out this summer.
And you're not mean enough to say no to him. I mean, sure he was kinda weird but to be honest, he also is kinda cute.
"Sure"
"You– I– What?" Rodrick was taken back by your smile and calm demeanor, expecting an eye roll or turning him down or something meaner like every other girl he took interest in.
"I'll hang out with you this summer."
Rodrick chuckled and internally pumped his fist in celebration, mind running wild as he thought of all the places he could take you on a date with. He had a 30-minute shower and drowned himself with perfume for nothing!
Your parents won't be back until later from their date night so you were the one who would be cooking dinner tonight. Living with an aunt who is a professional chef for a while definitely had it's perks as you successfully made dinner without setting the house on fire. Rodrick helped set the table as you finished cooking.
"Dinner's ready!"
After a while, the four of you finished dinner. Rodrick immediately stood up grabbing the remaining plates as he saw you about to take plates from the table to wash, "I'll help you with that"
Greg looked at him weirdly as this was very out of character for his older brother. Rodrick insisting on helping with chores? Heck, Rodrick back home would've acted like he was allergic to chores or something! Seeing his brother insist on helping with chores felt real weird for Greg. Did he hit his head?
Rodrick didn't notice Greg's weird stare as he went after you to the sink.
"So uhh how'd you get Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson's permission?"
You briefly looked at him in confusion as you continue to wash the dishes, "Huh?"
"Your piercings I mean," Rodrick pointed to his lip, "They don't seem to be the type to, you know, allow their children to have piercings, especially at our age."
"Oh! uhm, I kinda didn't ask them?" You chuckled, placing the last plate by Rodrick's to dry off, leaning back on the sink as you watched him dry the dishes, "I got this pierced by a friend back in New York. They definitely didn't take it well though, lost my car privileges for this. New York subways are literal fever dreams!"
Rodrick laughed, "You should definitely help me get in touch with that friend of yours."
"You definitely do not want to lose your van and band privileges for this, Rodrick." You shook your head as you laughed, earning a shrug from him, "Piercings would look nice on you though."
It was time for the Heffleys to go home. You and Rowley followed them to the porch to bid your goodbyes.
"See you again soon, y/n" Rodrick smiled but soon faltered as you stood silently, looking at him like he forgot something. He laughed nervously, "What?"
"Say Heffley, how exactly would you contact me?"
"Right! I knew I forgot something!" He slapped a hand on his forehead, scrambling to find a pen from his pockets. You popped open your glitter pen as you reached for Rodrick's hand which was feeling his pockets for a pen. Rodrick admired you as you were so focused on writing down your number on his clammy palm.
Though he wouldn't admit it out loud, Greg was right. You definitely were a lot better than Heather Hills who won't touch him with a 10 foot pole even if it meant scoring a date with Justin Bieber.
"There!" You two looked at the slightly smudged numbers at his palm, "Call me soon"
"I will"
It was absolutely going to be one hell of a summer vacation for Rodrick.
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* Sooooo soft with you and only you.
* Before he realised he was in love with you, he wondered why being mean to you hurt him so much. He caught on pretty quick though cause he’s fairly smart.
* When he did figure it out he couldn’t stay away from you, even if he tried his best to stay away he would eventually give in and find you.
* Will secretly do your homework for you and act clueless when you confront him.
* Stares. Is staring at you constantly, if your in the room he’s looking at you.
* Will never break eye contact first and thinks your eyes are the prettiest.
* Fidgets with his rings and if you are wearing rings (the ones he’s given you of course) he will play with them on your hands.
* Pretends like you don’t exist in public in the early days of dating.
* The only PDA he will do is hold your hand and very occasionally give you a quick kiss on the cheek.
* Gets embarrassed when you call him pet names like ‘my love’ , ‘darling’ , ‘baby’.
a/n- sorryyy post nahi ho raha tha classic tumblr glitches and I underestimated how long it will take me to edit the draft and some verryyy irritating technical glitches I had to edit it all over again , :.) its a long one ( no pun intended) hope you all like it
Trigger Warning- 18+, dub con, cnc, p in v, swearing, rough sex, gunplay, oral(M), chase ,face slapping
Note- This is a fanfic in no means meant to glorify people like the real Uzair baloch its just that Danish is too freaking hot!
Previouspart if you missed it
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Word count- 7.7k(phew)
The bathroom was undisturbed from the word outside , silent and secluded; the only sound that resounded was of breathing over the occasional ripple of water when any of you shifted, the water ran cold by now, wrinkles forming at your fingertips due to your own prolonged time submerged in the tub.
Your breath were restored no longer shaking of broken, head still snuggled into his warm firm chest it not like you were cuddling with him, his hand over your head kept you caged and you were not going to admit the knuckle dying drip you had on him refusing to let him go as if you would drown in the tub without his anchor. All while he still remained most naqis, awara, bad niyat, tang dil man on earth he certainly had a way with his hands, caressing you so gently you forgot to complain about the fact that he almost broke your back.
He pulled back enough to capture your face in his palm, the engagement ring cold against your skin , nervously your eyes darted to his face, batting your eyelashes unable to hold his eye contact catching glances of the obnoxious satisfied look on his face. “Abhi chand minute pehle toh aise roo rahi thi jaise mar hi jayegi” “Toh aap-” he leaned in not letting you finish your sentence of course he didn't,you expected a kiss to land against the skin but no instead he opened his mouth biting the plump swell of your cheek. You winced eyes shutting close at the sting that his teeth scraping against your skin left, he let go with a smug smirk on his face. “Theek hai ab?” He squeezed your jaw, watching the way your lips press up against each other, puckered up making his throat go dry again, inclining back into your personal space this time to nibble on your lips. “ Bolne toh do!” you fussed pushing him away finally. The small rebel vanished as soon as it came, dissipated into a small fear that you just raised your voice at him and gave him a tone “ Mera matlab a-aap bo-bolne hi nahi de raho ho” you jumbled up your words in an attempt to explain yourself,cheeks flushing red once again looking up to see the unphased expression on his face.
You really disliked the timidness, stubbornness stuck to your bone, definitely elating him 100 times a day that he must be doing something right that his wife was so flustered, “ Accha ab bol theek hai?” you thought about it, shaked your legs under the water to see if they still worked, felt the soreness of your back and your inflamed overly rubbed and sucked on nipples, doable you have had worse with him so you nodded. “ Chal ja fir taiyaar ho jaa , kapde phen le, khaana nikal rahi hogi bhabhi” He gave your bottom a pat signalling you to get off of him.
You almost pouted at the partition, the lack of his warmth over your skin climbing out the tub with your wobbly legs.
Your wardrobe had become a staple house for maroon in one month seemingly taking up whole of lyari's this colored articles and stuffing them in one cupboard, one month one month and he had turned your pastels into this - decribe. He never said his favorite color was maroon, his mouth only opened to command, harass or to tease poor you, but could he make it any more obvious.
You pulled the soft fabric over your skin, once again covering yourself in maroon steadying yourself on your trembling limbs, Uzair watched quietly from the corner of his eyes already half out side the door, “ Dupatta le, sard lag jayegi” He said gruffly scratching the back of his neck, in what afwfully looked like nervousness. Somewhat surprised that it wasn't a command, you tip toed to reach the upper cabinet where the you kept the dupatta stacked but your legs were clearly not cooperating right now. “ Meri shawl lein le, jaldi kar” He nodded to the shawl he had carelessly thrown on the bed, sprawled and open showing off it's rich sozni work.
You wrapped it around yourself, half from the cold half from the fact you didn't want anyone else to see the evidence of his ‘passion’. He started striding downstairs with forced slow steps that made him appear odd,it wasn't his usual way of walking either, pausing every few stairs and walking . It took you some time to realise he was waiting for you to catch up with him only moving when he felt the warmth radiating off of you, heard your soft breaths and sighs leave those seraphic lips. He hadn't offered you his hand but a quiet protectiveness that made your heart flutter softly despite all the fear brewing up.
You watched the back of his head the thick lock of hair grazing the skin of his neck, remembering how many you had wanted to run your finger through those waves when he kissed you slow but suffocated that thought down under your always frightened nerves and shyness. The pathani suit fabric streched across his back, the creases that formed gave when his muscles flexed and relax- engulfed in your monologue you had missed one step of the stair putting your feet on the imaginary block sending yourself tumbling down.
Uzair squeezed your wrist hard to keep you still from falling, before they slid up slowly to intertwine his finger with yours the small act had you spiralling trying to fight the blood rushing to your cheeks. It was ridiculous to an extend just the amount of timid you were being after having him cave you from inside out not even an hour ago. “Aaram se chal” He said softly, quickly snapping back into the khadhoos face “ Idhar aa” he pulled you into his side suddenly, taking all your weight upon himself, “ Jab chala nahi raha hai toh bol deti, itna mat sharma ki muh toot jaaye” you couldn't hold in the smile that came at his taunt and felt him freeze before holding you so much tighter than before.
When you reached downstairs, you were met with Faisal circling around playing with his football, Uzair legs moved instinctively joining in before realising how childish he looked, “ Faisal Miyan aap apni ammi ko aur pareshan mat karo, jao baith jao” You scolded softly, passing a polite smile to Naeim and Rehman, Uzair leading you down to the cousined sheet the throb forgotten but when you sat down it shot through you. The pain mingy and stinging in between your legs, your pussy puffed up from the friction you held in the whimper still trying to keep up a smile.
Uzair was quiet not looking at you once, you who was passing food around the plate unable to get anything down your throat over the miserable situation in between your thighs, Uzair stretched leisurely like a eagle hands spreading out at both sides before one fell at the back of your chair the possessiveness apparent even through the wood between you, claiming you calmly “ Eat” He whispered, and your hand automatically started moving the spoon gathering the rice bringing it your lips, the soreness in your throat nothing against his command.
You lift your head, eyes slightly watery from the pain to admire his face under the chandelier light as he goes on speaking about some business with his brother, all of it going deaf to your ears. Just when you thought you were being sneaky in your ways and that Uzair simply didn't care enough to know your watching, his hand slipped from the back of your chair to you pulling you closer until your shoulders pressed against him continuing to converse with Rehman with a smirk that was definitely meant for you.
Your eyes found the floor again, Rehman gave you both a passing look before speaking out confidently “ Bacche kab kar rahe hai?”you almost fell back in your chair burning bright as a tomato, Uzair just chuckled roughly ignoring your ‘ I am going to die of shame' posture “ Jaldi hi inshallah” ‘Jaldi hi?huhh??’ “ Haina y/n?” He nudged holding you hostage, unwillingly; you also smiled and nodded at gun point.
“Dard ho raha hai” You sniffled in between in his conversation watching his jaw flex, words halting at the tip of his tongue, hands squeezing your thigh hard “ Maar kyu rahe ho?” You whimpered out loud, the whole table falling silent at your please, “ Maar raha hoo?” He snarled back, giving his family a clear sign to focus on themselves “ Maar nahi raha, mai sehla raha tha” He muttered lowly only for you to hear, caressing? Was he dropped too much as a child that was supposed to be comforting? Your lower lips trembled threatening to break into cries any movement
“Yaha rona mat shuru kar dena meri amma, dawai hai kamre mei jaa ke le liyo” “ Dawai?” “ Painkillers” He squeezed your thighs once again, patting the curve of your knee, his finger tracing comforting small circles.
You had calmed down, heard the conversation mention something about them going away for 5 days and instantly felt a pang of sadness that Uzair didn't inform you before hand, you sat in your shared bed knees pulled up to your chest, he shuffled through drawers before finally returning with a tablet and glass of water in his hand. “ Aap kab jaa rahe ho?” You whispered your questions fidgeting with the bedsheet, “Kal subah” Quieter, you went quieter answering him back with a hum head falling on your knees in an unspoken disappointment. “Naraaz hai?” You shook your head, peeking up from your own embrace, “Meri yaad ayegi?” He asked gruffly, sitting down beside you untangling your limbs keeping you from hiding into yourself, forcing you to sit on his lap and face him. “ Bol na” “Nahi ayegi” vexed by the situation you murmured, hands clenching in your lap, “Nahi ayegi?” He asked again hand tightening around your waist pulling you flush against his chest, while you sat down on his rock hard thigh, “Bilkul nahi ayegi, mujhe dawai lene do choro” “Ab baad mei le liyon, subah jyada jarrurat padegi” “Kya?” he licked a stripe up your neck making you shiver.
He patted your cheeks, poking you awake, your body hurting in a way you didn't even know existed until now, the sunlight still dull from the curtains indicating it's early sunrise. Heavy lidded eyes you watched his face inches from your, hands working to pry your jaw open as you fussed sleepily squirming away from him.
He pressed his palm hard against the flesh until you finally opened your mouth to whimper, that when he swept in, thrusting his tongue into your mouth making you moan out loud and incoherent. He kissed with a passion that threatened to swallow your whole, tongue brushing against your sensitive palate, dominating your mouth trying to eat you from inside out the intensity and your sleep induced haze had your legs fall open in no time.
Already bare and leaking his release from last it didn't take him long to thrust his long thick finger inside matching the rhythm at which he was devouring your mouth with. You bucked your hips desperate to soothe the ache of your throbbing clit against his sturdy palm, the small part already swollen and sore from the previous encounters yet greedy for the rubbing sensation that you knew you weren't getting for another 5 days. Frantically you held his wrist forcing him to stay inside, clamping your thighs around his hand trapping him in, your walls refusing to let him go. Swaying your bruised hips to feel it hit better inside, his thick finger hitting spits you could have never found on your own, the stretch delicious and warm.
Your ample thighs quivered, mouths gasping for desperate breaths that he stole one after another drooling from the never ending kiss, the thin line trickling down from the side of your mouth to the sheets and your neck, he curled his finger relentlessly the knot on your stomach clenching voilently “ Uzair!” You released weakly over his finger yet again, at this point don't even have a count of many times you have came since last evening, head in a puddle.
You were still stuttering your hips riding out your orgasm soaking in every inch of him before he leaves half thinking you were in a dream too much of a trance that came with the constant overstimulation he had kept you in since yesterday, boorish of the outcomes or action you tangled your finger in his hair pulling him close to kiss one last time.
He yanked you up making you sit down forefully, his tongue driving back into your mouth, this time with a strong bitter taste sitting the tip of his tongue. He pushed the medicine down your throat immediately replacing his tongue with the glass of water. When you started coughing from the sudden change of , he just patted your face in a mock gesture of kindness. “ You will live”
“ Yeh kya tha” You stuck your tongue trying to rub away the bitter aftertaste, “Dawaai” “Aise kaun deta hai, mai khud le leti” “ Last time dawaai dustbin mei dekhi thi maine, jab tak tum le nahi leti mujhe jaane ki tasalli bhi nahi hoti” Leaving, he was leaving. Leaving you alone like you had wanted since the day you both got married, finally being able to take a breath without him crowding the air with his menace, not being on your tip toes all day in a constant though of when will he come back, but he was also taking all the warmth with him if he went away, the body crushing cuddle she woke up to morning, a thousand ‘you are mine' pressed into your skin in form of swellings of your lips, blueing of your hips, teeth sucked purple marks at your neck and of course the faint pain in between your legs so you feel him every time you walk. It was a clear command to keep your mind wandering back to him willingly or unwillingly, but somewhere you knew as well you were going to remember him.
“Aap jaa rahe ho?” “ Haan bola toh” He snickered and fixed his hair in the mirror, he leaned down to pick up his suitcase from the bed, your hand moved out of your own control catching at the sleeves of his pathani suit, tugging nervously. Shyly you threaded “ Aap rukoge na? Bas thodi der” You bit your tongue at your own desperation “ Agar man hai toh” You added more quietly a whisper that sounded more like a plea. You waited for the harsh chuckle to start for him to ridicule your attempt at intimacy, when no answer came from his side and the silence pursued you glanced up.
His eyes had softened marginally, forming a benign curve without a word he moved closer, pulling your bare body into his, with no lechery in his mind for once. Hands not wandering anywhere, arm looped around your waist, “Jald hi aa jaunga jaana”
4 days have passed without him, excruciatingly slow and boring without your daily dose of adrenaline rush that came with that man's presence and the peace you valued in your old home. You despised it here, because the less occupied your days got, the more occupied your head got with thoughts of him. His crude voice passing through your whole being, not getting fucked into the matress everyday or the halfhearted protest and fight you put up every time. Contrary to the popular notion of younger sister being the mischievous one you were an exception, the younger sister and utterly diffident while your older sister had bagged a man like Hamza without any fear you were a timid mouse in front of Uzair and this new found desire of needing him around is having your head dizzy, pressing your thighs to relieve some of the pressure at night other than that you were too reserved to press your own finger inside and deadly afraid if he could tell by some means if you did.
The fourth night the feeling of him stuffing you had almost totally dissipated, and before you knew it you missed it. After dinner you paced around in your bedroom, the lights out keeping the room in a pitch black the window open for some air and ventilation but that did nothing for the heat rising in you, you were so close to just getting on the bed and fingering yourself a thought that made you want to bang your head against the wall. Your breath became heavier with each lap you made of the room, walking around the familiar mapped out empty spaces in the dark, a whirlwind of emotions passing through you.
The cold hard barrel presses firmly between the line running down your back, the one Uzair traces when he is deep inside you, and you freeze completely mid-step, your breath dying in your throat at the impact, it was a gun, clearly a gun. Someone has swept in with the wind and is holding a gun at your back which shouldn’t be an unexpected situation considering the family you had married,they have so many enemies don't they- hot air blew upon your neck, the scent of sandalwood and thousand burned out cigarettes and the height of the man looming over you confirmed your doubt
“Uzair dara kyu rahe ho?” You squeak out. A low, familiar laugh puffs hot against your ear, rough and amused, the dangerous piece of metal running up and down your back in familiar lines he drew with his lips just a few days ago, he kept the motion going till your legs trembled from the mix of fear and arousal at the severity of the situation a feeling you welcomed this time. "Jab tu darr ke maare sahm jaati hai na, to aur zyaada pyaari lagti hai"
He finally replied back, your wetness gushing down at the sound of his deep voice and thanked God he didn't enter a few minutes later when you would have had your finger buried in your cunt.
Such a rude statement but the rapid beating of your heart said otherwise, he finally rested all his weight on you wrapping one muscular arm around your waist crushing your back against his chest, mouth going to nip the delicate flesh of your ear, gun pushing into the soft of your waist making you since out and scrunch up your face.”Dara nahi raha tha pyaar kar raha tha” “Aap aaj kaise aagye?” "Tere jism ke bighair mera saans lena naamumkin tha, mein maflooj ho kar reh gaya tha".
he hummed his crazy obsession without a flicker of shame only adding more to your - not bargained for thrill and the wetness spreading through the fabric of your underwear.
He was ecstatic you could tell his hum breaking into songs at time while he sucked at the fading marks on your neck renewing them back into its full glory of a bright purples and red, pressing the gun further to make you scared finger hovering at the trigger to frighten you beyond yours limits till your hearts beat so fast it drummed against your chest. You knew he wasn't really going to shoot you, and there was a sense of depraved comfort of being held like this in this dangerous situation. He glanced over your shoulder it was initially to kiss and take you bed like intended fuck your brain out while he told you how much he missed you but his eyes caught at the small boquet resting at the bedside like it belonged there. The roses were glistening and fresh, “Yeh phool kisne diye?” his tone turned fowl in an instant“Riyan aaya tha, nikaah mei nahi aa paaya tha isliye aaj tofa deke gaye” he heard your explanation and didn't believe it for a second, “Phone dikha apna” “Uski toh battery dead hai” “Badha accha ittifaaq hai, Mere ghar mei aake gair mard meri begum ko phool de rahe hai aur ussi din uske phone ka charge bhi khatam ho jaata” he gripped your hard grunting, pressing the barrel of his gun at the side of your head.
“ Mai joo-jooth nahi bol rahi Uzair” you whimpered, pulse pounding rapidly in your wrist, writhing to get out of his arrest now that you knew things was going downhill, “Down” He pushed down at your shoulder, a clear order for you to be down at your knees and the rate your legs were shaking that would be relief, but you also knew and understood the implication “DOWN” he didn't shout just repeated it more vehemently in a breath against your skin.
You lowered yourself down, the cold floor already giving you a fair idea your knees are going to be bruised by the end of the night and adding onto it was the dead dark of the room, the glint in his eyes visible along with a cigarette he was currently lightening up the bud burning bright red as your cheeks the smell of smoke dominating the space. It was humiliating the way he was watching down at you quietly still adorning the gun in his hand, your breath hitched when he dragged it down the side of your face before tapping it against your plump lips. “ .. K-K-Kya?” You expected he would make you suck his dick what was the meaning of this? He furrowed his eyes brows not caring to explain himself further, pressing more intently on your lips till they parted on its own. “Uzair.. Pagal ho gye ho kya..m..mujhe dar lag raha hai bas karo majaak” “Mai majaak nahi kar raha, muh khol” He declared pushing in the gun into your warm mouth without actually waiting for you to open it just forcing it in until it rested at your tongue,the ashy taste flooding your senses.
The coldness and the shape was unfamiliar, unpleasant in comparison to what his manhood would have felt like and the idea that he held your life on line that had you terrified enough to purse your lips and start sucking when he nodded at you to do so. You ran your tongue down the uneven surface awkwardly, the embarrassment and fear had you in a constant chokehold of continuing or stopping. Through the dimness you could see the outline of his bulge prominent against his pants. You hated sucking his dick as well, it was too big for your throat and the way it would hurt for days but it was definitely better than this.
“ Uzair please” You mumbled over the alien object in your mouth, his hand faltered pulling back slowly reconsidering his decision before he sees the flower again,jealousy runs hot in his blood he thrusts the barrel deeper in response, you struggled around the cold metal, he groans in frustration discarding his cigarette to fist his hand hand in your hair to keep you still.His voice drops to a dark, dangerous growl.
"Haath pair maarna band kar! Tujhe kya lagta hai, kisi aur mard se phool laine ke baad tujhe darne ka haq hai? Keep sucking "You gag around it when he deliberately thrust in deeper grazing the hard metal against your throat.
You braced it taking in his rough treatment, tears pricking the corners of your eyes waiting for it to be over. You have closed your eyes long ago hearing nothing but gruff breaths he took , suddenly interrupted with a hissing swish of him taking out his belt, soon followed by the sound of his wrapping and stroking down his hard length.
You couldn't snap your eyes open and look utterly desperate so you slowly flicked your eyes open in a pretense of helplessness, you hated sucking his dick right? Your mouth went dry at the sight of his hard dick, veins bulging angrily , twitching as if alive. He kept stroking himself, eyes fixed on you, the intensity had you wet the floor with your arousal making another miserable attempt to soothe the ache with pressing your thighs together.
He noticed,of course he did,he noticed almost everything about your body before you did and pulled the gun out your mouth with a sharp pull, the metal glistening with your saliva. He wipes the wet barrel off on your cheek watching your dumb expression and already awaiting lips, you hated sucking him off, you reminded yourself but your mouth remained open around nothing. He threw the gun away carelessly, replacing the taste and feel of the gun left behind with his thick, hot length and strong,salty taste of precum holding the back of your neck to keep you in deep. Groaning loud when you swallow around him, fingers wrapping tight at the base of your head.
The intrusion was sudden but pleasant for the first few seconds, feeling the heft amount rest upon your tongue, so full you couldn't think of anything but the thrum of his cock, pulsing in your mouth. You licked down the veins you have memorised by now, mouth salivating at the pushy sensation, recalling the whimpers that fell from his lips when you did that sending you into a power trip but luck wasn't on your side today, he wasn't planning to let you take control and started pounding into your mouth like it was nothing but a fevered hole. Your body quaked to free yourself from the merciless dives of his hips that had you slobbering around his length, drool dripping your neck in large quantity, the loud degrading keck that strangled out your mouth when he hit your throat layers with the sound of your own tongue slurping and made to gobble his length had you wished to disappear from the face of your earth.
His balls slapped against your chin, snot running down your nose , eye rolling back into your head from the lack of air and the overinduced torture, jaw hurted from holding open for so long and taking his weighted cock , the back of your threat definitely discoloured with each mean snap of his hips and the worst of all your unattended pussy dying for some attention, weeping on the floor.
He held you by neck and hair firmly, thrusting in deep till your nose touched his stomach, you couldn't control your struggle anymore openly screaming around his mouth thrashing uncontrollably the only relief in sight was the shaking of his body and the growls he was letting out indicating his release, forcing the swarming sticking liquid down your throat directly into your stomach. You wheezed around it going light headed, did not even know you when you had started sobbing.
He pulled out with a small pop watching you wrangle with your own body to not plop down on the floor.
You didn't remember much after that, just him washing you out, wrapping you tights in a blanket kissing at your head until you stopped crying and fell asleep snuggled up in his arms.
The next morning he woke up with a hurting pang in his heart, he had started feeling guilt the second he came down your throat last night that maybe just maybe he had pushed his sweet little wife too far, watching your swollen eyes and puffed up face still nuzzled into his chest gnawed at his heart further. When you stirred and woke up, you weren't upset not at all just the same old feeling of ‘this is why I don't suck dick' when you felt the lump in your throat that wasn't going away for days surely, the only thing you felt about him right now was that you were shy as usual but completely averse to the idea of leaving his embrace. “Subah Bhakiar” You mumbled feebly. He didn't answer, just brushed the hair out of your face that was endangered to hide even an inch of your face.
You had started playing with his hand, running your finger down the dips in between his finger, brushing it against his knuckles before finally settling to twist the engagement ring and entertain yourself like a cat. He chortled at the action, pressing another loving kiss on your mouth, rubbing his nose against yours.
He rolled you away from his chest, and you fussed like a petulant child before reserving back into being the shy girl. You watched him move around the room, then searching through his suitcase till he finally found what he needed, standing in front your sitting frame on the bed “ yeh le aur khabardaar agar agli baar kisi aur se phool liye” You catched the small velvet box, an obvious jewelry box and tried to hide your excitement you inner burger bacchi coming out.
You scrambled to open it, a pair of silver dainty but ornate anklets laid on the soft cushioned surface, you let out a happy gasp smiling ear to ear, it was perfect the chime of the bells wasn't too loud just soft enough that it moved with your mood, he kneeled down on one knee, patting at his thighs a silent command for you to set down your feet there. You complied nervously, the sleep and happiness wearing off remembering how he held the gun against your skin, and now watch him clasp the anklet gently and with utmost concentration. A slow smile formed on your lips before you even knew it, shedding behind the fear and learned modesty for the pure flutter you felt at his dedication to such a mundane task.
“ Aaj bahar mat jaana, theek hai” He pressed his head completely at your feet, leaving soft kisses there, he never had one ounce of chagrin in expressing anything whether it be his obsession or worship. “ Kyu?” you asked almost reluctantly, because you didn't care enough when he told you not to go out or when to go out - the only thing that carried out through both your lives as a polished princess and a gangster wife is the constant monitoring of where you went.
“Rehman Bhai ne bola shayad aaj mehfooz na ho” “Accha theek hai” You nodded gleefully distracted by your new gift, swaying your legs around to hear the pleasant jingle. “Sun bhi rahi hoo?” He pressed a kiss to the inside of your feet, unpashed you kept smiling ear to ear.
Uzair had gone off to work not before kissing you at least ten times, evening you were about to take your daily nap when your phone buzzed, you jumped up instantly anticipating Uzair's name to flash up on the green screen but it was an unsaved number.
“Hello?”
“Y/n?”
“Oh Riyan?”
“Haan, how are you?”
“Mai theek hoon abhi call kaise?”
“Bahut din baad kaam se free hoon, socha mil lo tumse”
“Haa ghar aa sakte ho”
“Ghar nahi Y/n bahar kahi”
Outside? Uzair said something about not going out didn't he, you fidget with the hem of your dupatta in a conflict
“ Please y/n itne saal baad aaya hoon mai, thoda sa time nahi nikaal skti”
“Theek hai”
Your resolve broke almost immediately, you hadn't been out with your friends since the wedding and a walk outside sounded nice in this weather. You knew you should probably call Uzair and inform him beforehand that you were going out for what you thought would be a small stroll.
When the times passed with him you hadn't realised it's been 2 hours already, occupied on eating all the sweets in the world , your phone forgotten and at home with Faisal because he was pleading at your feet to let him play with it. You dragged yourself to finish off the outing in an unfamiliar place with a stand of kulfi that looked absolutely scrumptious to your already full stomach.
Somewhere in between the munching you had a small mishap the kulfi dripping down neck, Riyaan worked quickly dabbing it off with his handkerchief which already made you uncomfortable, then you felt his hand linger on your for too long, that was the last straw you were about to pull back set up the clear boundary that you were not be touched.
Uzair pushed Riyaan hard, and out of the picture. His fist clenched in a punch that he was millisecond from throwing “MADARCHOD!!! biwi hai meri!” Uzair!” you jumped in crying out loud he barely held himself, his jaw tightening at the defence you had for him making you look more guilty in his eyes, he gripped at your shoulder pulling you close till your eyes went wide. “ Kabse call kar raha hoon mai, phone kyu nahi utha rahi thi” “Faisal ko de diya” “ FAISAL KO DE DIYA?” he snapped back in disbelief at your carelessness the one that you learned from your old life, never picking up your abbu calls.
His broad frame blocks the sun completely of a sudden shadow swallowing you whole with his fury one thing was clear he wasn't letting it go this time. Last night your tears had him breaking before he even started letting you sleep on him but today you went ahead of your way to stop him to protect another man that sent down an ungodly amount of insecurity and jealousy down his skin. One calloused hand curls around your wrist, hard enough to bruise, thumb digging into your pulse. His voice is low, dangerous, only for you to hear “Kaun hai yeh?” “R.. R.. Riyaan dost hai mera, jaise aap soch rahe ho vaise kuch nahi hai Uzair” “ Kal phool de raha tha, aaj beech bazaar mei tumhara haath pakad raha hai, yeh kuch nahi hai?”
He let go abruptly, turning away, giving you a small nod before he started marching out, you knew by now better than to ignore the quiet enjoinment from him and follow him along, legs working before his concise legs jelly against his instructions.
There was a dull constant thudding and grinding of the machine, you walked passed nervously,each step taken with an edge that felt like giving into death itself, the feel of walking on the steep slope . You past rusted loading bays, the air thick with machine oil and cigarette smoke, boots thudding on concrete. No one looks up—they all know better than to meet his eyes when he was in this mood.
“ Bahar niklo sab” He grunted, pinching the bridge of his nose. His men broke into whispers discussing why he had brought you in here, “ BAHAAR!” He barks one sharp order over his shoulder, not taking his eyes off you, and the sound of retreating boots echoes off the high concrete walls. The door clicks shut behind the last man, leaving only the hum of a distant generator and the heavy silence between the two of you.
The sound of the lighter clicking echoed as he lit up the cigarette leisurely, taking a long deep breath to calm his nerve “ Strip” he directed with a tip of his head, “Uzair-” “Strip” You whine in frustration he wasn't even going to listen is he?
You weren't dressed in his maroon today, maybe that could have gotten you some mercy instead you were in a plain loose blush pink kurta that fell above above your thighs, delicate chikankaari embroidery on the neckline, chand baali hanging from your ears, eyes lined flawylessly with soorma,lips painted till they reached the pink orangish hue as a fresh peach - maybe he was offended that you got so decked up to see that man.
“Uzair maine koi zurm nahi kiya hai bas apne dost se milne aayi thi” “ Aur maine kya kaha tha?” “ Mana ki mujhe call kardena chaiye tha, par mai agar call karti toh aap mana kar dete jaane se” “Mana kar deta? Batana jaroori tak nahi samjha? Kya samajhti ho khud ko” He paused to blow out smoke exhaling out a deep breath. You thought the conversation was over, he had quietened down
“Strip” The command came again this time firmed, panick struck you he really was going to fuck you here . You rushed to the door , twisting the handle anxiously, locked, it was locked. You wiped the bead of sweat forming above your lip “ Uzair darwaaza kholo, darwaaza kholo Uzair!!” You shouted hysterically rushing to check one door after another the strangled whimper leaving your lips one after another each locked , he kept smoking his movement unhurried enjoying the way fear makes you go pale.
You saw the outline of sunlight tracing out from one rusted door, undone it was undone, you gasped for a deep breath checking in your peripheral vision if he was alert, he was or pretended to be immersed in the cigarette. You didn't care you couldn't throw this away this was your last chance to escape. You ran as fast you could, your heart hammering against your ribs like a caged bird, touching the cold handle, twisting it until you heard the sound of the rusted door opening with a creak.
Your shoulder slams into the door forcing you to lock it with the weight of your own body , he hauls you up in one go pulling you slung over his shoulder, snatching you away from the freedom dangling so close to your eyes, you were done for. You let out an instinctive loud cry twisting in your arms with all your force, tears of distress staining your cheek. His calloused hand landed hard on your ass, “Chup!”
The pain travelled through your body, a treacherous heat pooling in between your legs despite your obvious terror of what he was going to do with you, He drops you unceremoniously onto the scuffed wooden surface of the desk, your breath huffing out when your back hits it doubling over the pain. Hand wrapping around your ankles to pull you over the edge, the ankles chiming wildly
He steps between your spread knees with slow predatory movement, you had started crying the second he got a hold of you wailing out small please.His jaw stays clenched, no trace of amusement on his face at the sound of your perturb and struggles —only cold, hard anger that makes your sobs catch in your throat. He brushes a tear off your cheek roughly with his thumb leaning in close with calculated movement that contradicts the wild hunger brewing in his eyes, his breath hot against your neck, and his teeth sink sharp into the soft skin just below your jaw. He doesn’t kiss you, just holds you there, letting you feel the weight of his anger, the fact that you can’t escape what’s coming next.
"Aaj tu seedhi tarah se baat maanna seekh jayegi"
“Uzair khuda kasam kuch nahi kar rahi thi mai-”
He slams his palm against the desk beside your head, making the whole surface rattle under you. His eyes flash hot burning you under his gaze , teeth bared in a sharp snarl. "Khuda kasam? You think I believe your fucking lies? You think I’m an idiot?" Frustrating it was so frustrating, he wasn't listening to you at all, the agitation the misgiving from his side was too much, your hand moved in one swift motion landing hard against his cheek.
He went completely still, so did you , did you just sign up for your death? Nobody had hit him in years and you just, fucked you were fucked. The veins popping at the side of his head, breath turning shallow “Uzair galti se ho gaya Uzair, mujhe dar lag raha tha, gussa aa raha tha aap meri baat hi sun rahe ho, mai Riyan-” “ Naam mat le uska!” The cotton of your suit salwar splits down the seams with one sharp unforgiving tug from his trained , fabric tearing loud in the quiet factory the cold air prickling you skin
“Khabardaar jo mere saamne kisi aur mard ka naam bhi liya!”
you scrambled back breathing unevenly ,shaking , clamping your thighs together to keep them close and away from his starved gaze
With another loud tear he ripped off every articulate of clothing off of your body, leaving you bare and a feast on the table that he was going to ravish, his hand pried open your thighs,anklets letting out a mellow sound in cue to his movement ,a mockery to the situation you were in.
He cupped your heat violently tutting in disbelief to find you soaking wet,
"Yeh meri amanat hai, tera yeh jism, zindagi, rooh, yeh sab kuch mera hai, and I dont share what's mine"
he didn't do anything for long three heartbeats, Didn't stop your struggle watch as you pushed at his chest uselessly nail scraping into his skin. He pulls his fingers back to undo the knot of his salwaar, pulling it down enough just to free hard length and thrust it into you in one rough thrust that knocks the breath out of you.
He held your hips down in his steel grip, the burn and stretch was unbearable, he had never thrusted inside you without foreplay, without spending a fair time loosening your hole for him, but he wasn't in the mood to give you pleasure right now, he was only here to take his authority back over you, fuck you till you forget about everything but him.
He shoves your knees up to your chest, positioning you deep under him, and presses his weight down to pin you in place ignoring the way you thrash while taking full advantage of his muscular build and the fact he was double your size . His first thrust stops all your hindering , hitting that spot so deep you see stars, He presses his chest flat to yours crushing the soft flesh under him , the head of his cock grinding right against your cervix with every deep, brutal thrust, his hand wrapping around your throat to hold you still. He groans, teeth scraping angry red marks wherever he dragged them .“Take it. Take all of me, just like this. You’re mine, every inch of you.”
He was trying to break you, ramming into you with such force that only helpless broken squeaks were allowed to leave your lips, each stroke of his dick inside your gummy walls had your toes curling despite the growing pain of getting your cervix bruised , you were wet and dripping onto the table, the wood barely holding on for life.
Your head had lolled down long ago, your fight long forgotten when he pulled out abruptly, the pain stinging “Uzair!” You whined bucking your hips up in the air, your body unable to handle the emptiness. He slapped your face, not to marr,bruise or scare but to shun you into silence and make you listen "Yeh saza hai teri, is mein se lazzat paane ka koi haq nahi hai tujhe"
He let go of your legs, watch them unfurl and open up finding some relieve from the cramped position he had coerced them into, the slap didn't hurt instead it made your stomach flip with desire you were so ashamed of yourself but the pure ascendency radiating off him fueled the depraved desire he had made you learn. He grabbed your left leg and positioned it over his shoulder as he gruffed out
"Kya lagta hai tujhe, tu is duniya ke liye bohat paak hai? Ke tu kisi naazuk se larke ke paas waapas chali jayegi aur phir se shehzadi banne ka drama karegi?"
His own chest heaved with deep breath of restrains, his length hard and bobbing eager to find back place into your tightness, but he moved excruciatingly slowly,dragging your right feet over his chest before finally resting it over his shoulder as well
"Teri asal jagah yahi hai, meri malka ban kar, jise waqt aane par seedha karna parta hai"
He positions himself again aligning himself with your now inpatient cunt.
He sinked in deep, and started rutting almost immediately this time moving with more purpose just enough to keep you on the edge, he didn't ask you beg and tell him you were his and that were only going to be his for the rest of your life but you got the hint.
Rasping out in between when you find enough air to breathe, “ I am yours” you whined “ He is nothing, nobody can touch this body, no body knows me better than you Uzair”
That stroked his ego fast, he hadn't kissed you once the whole leaving you with ache so ferocious, he slammed his lips against your immediately swallowing your sounds before you could go on and praise him, pelvis grinding into your clit with each heavy thud of hips against yours, finally rewarding you with pleasure. You moaned out loud, hand going back to find purchase at the desk and to support the lift of your hips as you tried to meet the rhythm of his hips.
He let out an amused chuckle at the sudden desperation, catching both wrists in one hand, putting all his body weight on you and started moving in animalistic thrust that created a dangerous knot of pleasure and pain all together, “Uzair hato!” You cried out finding it hard to breathe and move when he started hitting your cervix again, when you screamed once again he had enough and wrapped his throat hand tight against his throat, he growls low and rough against your shoulder when you clamp down around him overly aroused at the violence his grip on your throat tightening just a little more watching you go air headed again, eyes rolling back into your skull just like last night.
The release only came when he slapped you again, your stomach letting go of the severe knots, fluids of your high seeping down the wooden surface to his shalwar, he himself sweat slick tired but still pounding away furiously He feels your body convulse under him his hand around the back of your neck to pull you into a messy kiss. He thrusts one last time, spilling deep inside you, his hips jerking as he rides out his climax coming into your raw unprotected womb.
"Jyada dard ho raha hai?" He head fell between your shoulder tired and panting himself, he kissed the skin he slapped, lapped away the tears forming at the corner of yours eyes, "Nahi" you whisper back, letting yourself fall fully onto the table. "Tu meri junoon hai, tere bina mein pagal ho jaoon ga, mujhe tujh se ishq hai" you nodded, breaking out a smile in between your sniffles." Aap bhi" you were already scheming on taking your revenge for the punishment he had given you without even hearing your side of the story.
a/n - I don't know firstly itna lamba hogya yeh chapter, repetitive lag raha vy the end I am so sorry, also @gulaabjamun08 tha ks for helping with some of the dialouges, muawh
୨ৎ — 𝐂𝐖. 18+, Dom!Chris, oral, fem!receiving, praising, pet names, detailed sexual encounter, light degradation, face grabbing, fingering, dom + sub dynamics, mentions of bruising or marking, tit groping, dirty talk
“Oh my god.”
Chris snickered, his grin practically splitting his face as the girl’s hand gripped his jaw, turning his face side to side with weak but deliberate movements. The cool metal of his brand-new grills gleamed under the room’s dim lighting, catching every angle as she inspected them in pure disbelief. Her fingers barely resisting the urge to squeeze his face in frustration.
Okay－he wasn’t actually gonna’ do it.
It started off innocent enough. Chris asked a simple question, his voice laced with curiosity.
“What’s one thing I could do that would drive you crazy?”
At first, the girl’s response was dismissive. “Everything.” Chris rolled his eyes, lips twitching into a playful smirk. “No—like—craaaazy.” He leaned in slightly, his tone teasing yet expectant. For a moment, the room was silent. Then, realization dawned on her. “You make me sick,” she muttered, grabbing the nearest thing within reach—her stuffed bunny—and tossing it at him.
Chris dodged it effortlessly, his laughter erupting so hard he swore a blood vessel might’ve burst. “It’s not funny!” she huffed. Oh, but it was. Until it wasn’t. Still chuckling, Chris wiped at his eyes, exhaling one last airy laugh before running a hand down his jaw. His fingers brushed over his chin in thought, his grin dimming into something more contemplative.
“Have you ever seen grills?” Silence. Not even a inhale was heard.
The boy blinked. “Grills, huh?” He mused.
Chris tilted his head slightly, studying her. She had pulled her knees to her chest, hugging them as she leaned against the bed frame. Her bottom lip was trapped between her teeth, and to his absolute delight, a deep crimson spread across her cheeks. “I’m joki—” she started, but her voice faltered the second she caught the look in his eyes.
Chris was staring at her with a new intensity, one that made her shrink back slightly. His once-playful expression had turned calculating, intrigued. His tousled hair flopped messily over his eyebrows as he sat up, his posture shifting. “You’re telling me if I got grills, you’d be foaming at the m—” She squealed, face burning as she smacked his arm—hard.
“Shut up!” But Chris just grinned wider, like a cat who had just found its new favorite toy.
“Interesting.” He dragged the word out, stretching his arms over his head before flopping onto his back. His mind was already spinning with possibilities. Was she being serious? She seemed pretty serious. Jesus－her cheeks were practically burning. His lips tipped up at the thought, tongue twinging the inside of his cheek.
“Don’t.” She warned, pointing her finger at him with an angry expression, as if she could physically hold him back with just a glare. Because the actual glare wasn’t enough apparently. Chris huffed out an amused chuckle. “Don’t what?” He feigned innocence, tilting his head toward her.
He watched as her throat bobbed, swallowing thickly as she averted her gaze downward. “Whatever you’re thinking. Just—don’t.” Chris hummed thoughtfully, placing his hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. “I don’t know… you’re looking a little guilty right now. Almost like you’re imagining it.”
“I am not!” she shot back, but the way she immediately averted her gaze said otherwise. A slow, knowing smirk tugged at his lips. “Uh-huh. You totally are.” She groaned, burying her face in her hands. “I hate you.”
“You love me.”
“I really don’t.”
“Liar.”
She peeked at him through her fingers, eyes narrowing. “If you show up with grills, I swear to God, I will never speak to you again.” Chris gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “Wow. So cruel.”
“I mean it.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
She eyed him warily, suspicious of the way he suddenly seemed way too relaxed. He had that look—like he was plotting something “Chris.” She deadpanned, jaw ticking in frustration.
“Yeah?”
She ran a hand down her face, groaning softly. “Promise me you won’t.”
He glanced at her, then shrugged. “Sure.”
She slapped her hands down onto her thighs, squinting at him with a gentle glare. “That wasn’t convincing!”
Chris blew out a aspirated laugh, sending her a smirk. “I said sure, didn’t I?”
“Chris.”
He rolled onto his side, grinning up at her. “What? You don’t trust me?” He muttered, jutting out his bottom lip a faux pout. God, he’s obnoxious.
“Not even a little.”
His smirk widened. “Good.”
The girl groaned again, flopping onto her pillow with an exasperated sigh. She knew, without a doubt, that she had just set herself up for something ridiculous.
Chris, still thoroughly amused, raised a brow. “What, Y/n?” His voice came out slightly muffled from the way she was squishing his cheeks. Her glare sharpened, but the effect was completely ruined by the heat creeping up her neck. The way his teeth sparkled when he smirked was unfair.
Chris caught the way her eyes flickered down to his mouth again, and his smirk deepened. Oh, this was gold. “You know what,” she huffed, finally letting go of his jaw and flopping back onto the edge of her bed. Chris immediately burst into laughter, his chest shaking as he threw his head back. “Oh, you are so mad right now,” he teased, wiping at the corner of his eye as if he had just heard the funniest joke of his life.
“I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” she blurted out, still staring at him like he had committed a crime against humanity. Chris shrugged, casually leaning in closer so she had no choice but to look at them again. “What can I say? I aim to please.” She let out an exasperated groan, covering her face. “I hate you.”
Chris tilted his head, flashing a slow, smug grin that made his grills catch the light again. “You sure about that?”
As the diamonds glittered across his perfect teeth she felt her stomach do an embarrassing flip, breath hitching her in her throat as she swallowed. “Unfortunately,” she muttered, crossing her arms. Chris just laughed again, plopping down next to her like he owned the place. “Admit it. You like ’em.” He mused, leaning in.
She whined, tipping her head away as his breath tickled her neck. “I do not!” Chris tutted gently, tilting his head as he looked at her with a smirk. “Mmm-hmm.” He dragged the sound out, watching as she aggressively avoided his gaze.
She clenched her jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction. But then he leaned in just a little more, his voice dropping lower. “C’mon, Y/n. Say it.” A shiver went down her spine, jaw dropping open a bit as she felt a foreign feeling ignite in her core.
She swallowed. “You’re insufferable.” Chris only grinned wider, pure mischief dancing in his eyes. “And yet, here you are, still staring at my mouth.” If her cheeks weren’t burning then, they definitely were now. The two held eye contact－almost as if they were fighting in a battle of dominance.
Chris tilted his head, his cocky little grin making the girl want to slap him across the damn face. “Cmon’, baby.” His finger tips brushing against the revealed skin of her thigh, the sparks shooting right up to her pussy. Okay that’s it. Chris watched as her lips parted, wanting to chuckle at her flustered state－but how could he embarrass her anymore than he already has? After all, he wasn’t a monster.
The girl fumbled, but promptly trapped a pillow, and smacked him across the face with it. “Fuck.” He grunted, huffing out a soft laugh. She slapped a hand over her lips, muffling the array of little laughs and giggles, backing up from him. “Oh my god－” In a swift motion, Chris grabbed her wrist and pushed her back against the bed, his weight hovering over her as she let out a startled gasp. The playful teasing in his eyes had vanished, replaced with something sharper. Something unreadable.
Her pulse jumped. “Chris—”
“Say it,” he ordered, low and demanding, his grip firm but not painful. His face was dangerously close now, close enough that she could see the faint silver glint of his grills as he spoke. She swallowed hard, her heart hammering against her ribs. “Let me go.” His fingers flexed against her wrist, but he didn’t move. Instead, he tilted his head, studying her like he was trying to figure something out. Like he was waiting.
The air between them grew thick, charged. “Tell me the truth,” he muttered. “If I slip my hand into here,” she gasped, feeling his one hand slide down from her wrist, and into the hem of her sleep shorts, toying with the frill gently. “Are you gonna be wet?”And God, he looked like he knew it.
The air between them was stifling, heavy with something neither of them wanted to name. Thick, hot, tension. It wasn’t the kind of tension that was uncomfortable－but rather suffocating. And she’d be a bold faced liar to say that it didn’t have her thighs trembling. Her breath stuttered as his fingers traced the delicate hem of her shorts, barely there, just a ghost of a touch. But it was enough. Enough to make her entire body lock up, enough to send a shiver down her spine. “Fuck.” She whined.
Chris smirked, slow and knowing. “You gonna answer me?” His voice was husky, thick with amusement—but underneath, there was something else. Something darker. She swallowed hard, her fingers twitching against his hold. “Chris—” his grip tightened, just enough to make her heart skip, and for her to cunt ache. Why did she feel this way?
It made her want to sob. “I asked you a question, sweetheart.”
Heat rushed to her cheeks, burning, spreading down her neck. She hated how easily he unraveled her, how quickly he turned her into a mess with just his words and the way he looked at her—like he already knew the answer. Chris felt his jaw clench, not knowing if his smirk was going to widen, and let up－His fingers flexed against her hip, teasing, like he was debating whether to push further.
Her breath came out uneven, her body betraying her as she clenched her thighs together, desperate to ignore the way his presence alone sent a pulse of warmth through her, making her fucking drip. Chris tilted his head, his lips ghosting near her ear. “You can act all defiant,” he murmured, voice smooth as silk, “but your body’s saying something else.”
Her nails dug into his arm, trying to push him away, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he leaned in even closer, his breath hot against her skin. “You wanna keep pretending, or are you gonna admit it?” Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out everything else. And when he pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, eyes laced with mischief and something far more dangerous—she knew she was in trouble.
It felt like a million lifetimes looking into his eyes, hearing and feeling the pulse thrumming inside of her core. “Touch me.” She finally whined, one lone tear of frustration drooling from her eye. Chris had a glint in his eyes－an unmistakable look of victory. But what kind of winner would he be if he didn’t thank the host? Without any hesitation he lowered his head, pressing his lips to hers.
A moan emitted her parted lips, making him chuckle, running the tip of his tongue across the bottom of her lip gently. “Thas’ okay, hmm?” Chris mumbled, one of his hands gripping the pillow above her head as she nodded breathlessly beneath him. “Good－s’so fucking good.” The girl whimpered out, her free hand tangling into his brown mass of messy hair.
Chris grunted as he felt her tug him down onto her, his hips pressing against the gap between her parted thighs. Teeth gnashing together as he fed into her mouth hungrily, as if he’d been starved from the taste of her for his entire life. “Fuck,” he groaned, a string of spit connecting between their lips as he pulled away.
Her hips pushed up into his visible hard on, desperate for some sort of friction. “Mm－mm,” he gritted his teeth, looking at the ceiling for a moment. “－keep doing that and you won’t leave this room in one piece.” Chris uttered, hissing as she tugged on his hair, whining softly. He leaned back down, cursing as she took his bottom lip between her teeth, nipping delicately while simultaneously rutting her hips up into his.
Pre-cum pearled at the tip of his cock, and Chris whimpered into her mouth as she ran her warm tongue over his jewelled teeth. He chuckled, “If I knew that this is all I needed to do to have you rubbin’ on me like a bitch in heat, I would’ve done it a loooo－ng time ago.” Asshole, she bit on his lip hard.
Chris only snickered, moaning the pain away as he begin to kiss down her jaw. “Mm, you smell s’good.” Her eyes fluttered as she felt the boys teeth nip at the sensitive part of her neck, running his tongue over the area to ease the sting. “Chris,” she whined, bunching up fistfuls of his white shirt in her hands. “Y/n,” he mocked, edging a whine to his tone as he rolled his hips into her soaked panty-covered cunt.
Her eyes rolled back at the friction, a broken moan tearing from her throat as she threw her head back into the pillows. “Fuck!” She cried, feeling the boys chest rumble with a deep chuckle at the sound. “Good, baby?” Chris lifted his head, peering down on her with a heavy gaze. A sense of sick satisfaction bubbled in his chest as he saw her fall apart, and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.
Her eyes were fluttering with pleasure, a twinkle in her eyes as she heaved. A thin layer of dew lying on her face sweetly, making the stray strands of her hair stick to the edges of her jaw. “Awe,” Chris cooed, bringing a hand to her face, running his thumb across her plump bottom lip. “how pitiful.” He uttered, lips twitching as she parted her lips.
He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, wanting to moan as he slowly slipped his thumb into her warm mouth. “Fuck me,” he muttered, feeling his cock ache painfully in his carpenter jeans. Her eyes were groggy, slow but wide blinks sent his way as she sucked his thumb into her cheeks as if it were his dick. And god, did he wish it was.
“Gonna be a good girl f’me?” Chris mumbled, swallowing thickly as he pressed down onto her tongue. “Good－” the girl cut herself off as she heard her slurred speech, his thumb in the way of her getting a coherent response out. “Hm?” She whined, eyes tearing as she shifted her hips in frustration. “I’ll－good.” Chris chuckled as he watched her eyes screw shut in embarrassment, cheeks red as her words came out incredibly butchered.
Chris silently cooed as he swiped his salvia coated thumbed across her cheek, humming softly to get her attention. “Yeah? Cause the only thing you’ll be cumming on tonight is my tongue.” He muttered, patting her cheek in a degrading manner. “So spread those fuckin’ legs.” And just like that, he was hooking his fingers into the hem of her shorts, slipping them down her plush thighs.
They shook ever so slightly, jerking as he began to move down her body, his breath fanning against her wet panty covered cunt. “Mm,” she yelped as his thumb pressed down onto the divot of her pussy, the fabric rubbing against her clit. “－already so wet for me, aren’t you sweetheart?” Instinctively, her hand shot down to wrap around his wrist as he applied more pressure.
His domineer darkened at the action, his movements halting. The change in atmosphere sent a shiver down the girls spine, and Chris tutted as he watched more wetness soak her panties. “Now this, this is just pitiful.” Her jaw fell open as Chris slipped a hand up her larger T-shirt (that was probably his), his large hand moulding around her perky tit. “S－shit!” She cried, eyes soaked with tears as his thumb rolled over her sensitive bud, his lips coming down and placing a gentle peck directly on her cunt.
He continued to swirl his finger over her nipple, pinching and gripping the skin as if it were his personal toy. His hot breath fanned across her wet underwear, sending shock waves through her body. “Fuck－Chris!” She gasped, a whimper tearing from her mouth as his teeth nipped at her clothed pussy.
Chris snickered, squeezing her breast in an almost apologetic gesture, even though she knew he wasn’t sorry. “Sorry baby,” his other hand tugged down her tainted underwear, and the boy almost came at the sight underneath. “I just really need this.” He whispered, in awe.
Her pussy was so fucking cute. Pink and wet, arousal dripping into the inside of her parted thighs as they shook. Her hips shifted, rutting up in desperation for any sort of friction. The poor girl just wanted－no－needed, to be fucked. “Please.” Fuck.
Chris softly grounded his cock into the mattress, rolling his bottom lip into his mouth as he used his middle and ring finger to spread her wet folds open. “I know, I know sweet girl.” Without another word said, he dove in, locking his lips with her soaked ones. “Shit!” A sharp gasp that almost edged on a whine emitted her lips, feeling Chris’s tongue licking a bold stripe up her core.
Deep. God, it was so fucking deep. Chris fucked his tongue inside of her as if it were his cock, the arch of his nose pressed against her clit as his teeth lightly grazed the tight walls of her cunt. Coated with arousal, Chris licked it up, drool dripping back down onto her sopping heat. “O－oh god.” Her head threw back into the pillows, eyes screwed shut in a painful manner.
It felt so fucking good, rolling her hips up to meet the rhythm of his tongue sliding into her little hole. Chris, however, fought for his damn life. “Mm.” He moaned at the taste of her on his tongue, savouring it like it was his last fucking meal. His eyes parted in a drunken gaze to her, watching her heaving chest, her shirt now ridden up, exposing her tits.
“Fuck.” Chris panted, sending a shiver through the girl as his breath fanned through her walls. “S’okay? Y－you’re okay?” The boys eyes softened at her slurred words, nodding softly at her. Even though she wasn’t looking at him. “I’m more than okay my little baby.” His heart－and cock, ached. How fucking cute, even fucked dumb like to poor thing she was, she made sure he was okay. “Just lemme－lemme make you feel good.”
The almost begging to his tone made the girl whine, feeling his hot mouth mould around her aching pussy. Her pre-release coated his tongue like a sinful melody, his cock paining as he withheld the oncoming orgasm. He just wanted to make you feel good. “You－fuck!－you’re making me feel good b-baby.” Chris’s moan at the term of endearment rumbled against her cunt, making her moan.
Chris’s hands held her thighs in a bruising grip, so tight that she was positive it was definite that marks would come through. Her torso arched, hips rutting up into his tongue as the muscles on his tongue pressed against the walls of her cunt. “I’m gonna－oh fuck, I’m gonna cum－” the stingingly cold metal of his chain gently swayed across her sensitive bundle of nerves, making her legs jerk.
“Yeah? Cum, cum f’me sweet girl.” Fuck.
Her gut clenched, an unwavering tightness of pressure swirling around her belly. “Ch－Chris..” his eyes flicked upward, watching as her nose scrunched, a soft cry choking from her lips. “I feel weird－ah－I’m gonna－” she moaned, sobbing out as Chris nipped her clit.
“You’re okay, hm?” Chris unlatched his lips from hers, swirling his middle and ring finger around her clit furiously. Her eyes widened, a sharp yelp eliciting her mouth as she felt something hit her. She fought it so hard－because it was foreign. “Chris－fuck!－I can’t!” Chris cooed, watching as tears ran down her face , along with the look of confusion.
He squeezed her thigh gently, humming. “Yes you can.” He mumbled softly, looking into her eyes as her pupils dilated. “Attaaa’ good fuckin girl.” He praised, watching as her lips parted, a drawled out moan tearing from her throat.
“Fuck.”
Chris felt the muscles in her walls tense around the tips of his fingers, before her thighs began to shake as wetness coated the sheets underneath. His lips, his fingers－fuck, it was probably in his mouth. Chris was in awe, hearing her choked cries as she came down from her unreal release, her body already starting to shut down from how exhausted it left her. “Shhh－I got you, I have you－” Chris crawled up her body, using the pad of his thumb to brush away her tears.
Small hiccups left her lips. “Did I do good－was I bad? I－” Chris shut her down with a soft ‘shhhh’, pressing a loving peck to her forehead. “You did so good sweetheart.” He assured, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm still trembling through her tired frame. “I know it was a lot－but it’s all over, and it was good. Hm?” She softly nodded, tensing as she offered a gentle yawn.
Chris chuckled, pressing his lips to hers. “Tired, doll?” She hummed, eyes groggily blinking up at him. “Did you－” her eyes widened for a split second, guilt flashing in them as she reached a hand down to the tent in his jeans. Chris grunted, blowing out a small laugh as he grabbed her wrist. “I came.” He whispered, tilting his head with a small smile.
A look of confusion crossed her cute features. “Then why are you still ..” Chris lifted an eyebrow, smirking down at her as he brushed a few hairs away from her eyes. “Hard?” At her nod, Chris shrugged.
Hellooooo, this is my first fanfic on this account (Though I’m an ex writer on watpad) Don’t judge me if the structure is weird or if the writing is bad
Intended for a female reader but everyone can join in!
Cw- Nothing. No references to anything bad or triggering (2020 survivor)
Wrong number, right person
You’d just got into your apartment from your first date since moving to New York City. He was some random pretty boy off tinder who ego was bigger than him.
You huff, quickly pulling out your phone as you got onto your bed and quickly texting your friend.
Oh my god, Jenna! That date was the worst date I’ve EVER EVER been on!!
You angrily banged into your phone as you got changed, not taking too much notice of who you were texting. Just whoever started with J in your phone.
You had a shower and finally got into bed after your date checking your phone when you see..
Jonathan schlatt?
Johnathan, or Schlatt, from college? Why would he be texting you? He dropped out in 2019, you just graduated. You didn’t even know you had his number, you met him once at a college mixer and must of taken his number and never spoke again. You lowkey kinda forgot he existed until he came up on your for you page a year ago.
You furrowed your brow as you open his message.
That sucks dude, I’m not Jenna but let me know why
You slightly die of embarrassment.
But…
if you can get it out, you can get it out. Jenna is probably sick of hearing it by now, so you reply.
Yeah sorry.
But..
he was the biggest egotistical idiot I’ve ever met.
All he did was talk about “me, me, me”
Didn’t even offer to pay for dinner at a DIVE BAR.
Then begged to come home with me after saying my outfit was ugly!
Anyway, how have you been?
You chuckle a little. Only you would accidently text a guy who dropped out your college years ago about your shitty date. You felt a buzz
What the hell? That’s sucks man, sorry
But it’s been good, I just moved back to New York State after coming back from Austin. My gaming stuff worked out in the end too
You spent the night texting, just catching up on life and whatever else you could think of.
And the next night you were texting.
You were texting all night, every night.
You were on a phone call at 11 pm “And thats why I moved back to the city”
You smiled, turning onto your back and looking up at the ceiling as you heard him laugh. His accent still shining through his laughter which he still had from college through moving all around Austin and New York.
“Well. Work is better in the city at least.” You hear his thick accent waves through the phone and him adjusting himself in his chair which you could hear through the creaks.
“Hey I’m actually in the city on..” You heard him hold the sound as he clicked through his calendar, patting his desk slightly as he looked through the online calendar.
“Friday night. I’m filming in some expensive hotel out there but that’ll only be like an afternoon job because everywhere in the city is a shoebox” He laughed at his own joke slightly, scratching his chin as you heard him move to his bed.
“Are you asking me out, mr Schlatt?” You questioned, scrunching your face slightly as you cringed at calling him “mr” like he was a professor.
“Very very funny” he playfully said as you heard him plop onto the bed
“Yeah I am. Dinner, I’ll book and I’ll pay.” He teased, referencing your nightmare tinder date from earlier on in your friendship. “You just come and look..” he paused clearly thinking through his words
“pretty”
You paused. You remember how this all started from some shitty date in some dive bar in New York, and how you just happened to accidentally text the guy you met at a mixer and never spoke to again until that day. Now he’s asking you out for dinner and telling you to look pretty.
“Yeah I’d love that”
That Friday night, you were walking to some fancy sushi place in the middle of the city. You were in your best outfit, with the best hairstyle you could do and the best makeup you could do.
You approach the restaurant, taking out your phone.
I’m outside. Where about’s are you?
You glanced around the outside, standing near the light to make yourself more noticeable if he was looking for you too. You kept looking till you got a buzz
About to cross the street
You look up and see a tall, somewhat muscular but big, guy with mutton chops and his hair waving up in the window crossing the street.
You know who it is.
He locks eyes with you, smiling as he approached you
God he’s more handsome than you remember.
“Well well.” He said approaching you, his arms already open for a hug.
You went into the hug, standing on your toes slightly as you hugged him. “It’s great to see you” You get out as he hugs you tighter than you expected, squealing slightly.
“Great to see you too.”
“And hey, if this date is bad. Don’t text me by accident again”
