Anonymous requested: Rough love with JDM’s character from Shameless. Word Count: 4,788 Warning: Smut, smut, and even more smut!!! Rough, hardcore smut. Like seriously, they’re getting downnnnn lmao Author’s Note: So, to the anon who sent me this request….. I’m sorry for taking so long to write this! I was scrolling through Tumblr and saw a Charlie Peters GIF and then an idea came to me…During lecture too, so I hope this is more than okay! Also, JDM with a neck tattoo???? My god wow.
It was a chilly morning in
Chicago. The sun was peeking through the clouds just enough to allow the snow
to melt along the roads and sidewalks. Usually, you loved to wake up at the
sight of snow covering your front porch, but you had woken up late for work
today and hoped that traffic wasn’t as bad as it usually was when it snowed.
You were dressed in a black
turtleneck with black jeans and black ankle boots with a dark grey coat over to
finish. Your hair remained in its natural state of loose waves, which saved you
the trouble of fixing your hair in the morning.
You were a teacher’s assistant
for a college professor at your previous college. It was a start to getting
your own teaching degree.
You grab your bag and drape it
over your shoulder before leaving your apartment. Luckily, the college
professor you were assisting for this semester understood that some people were
late and that sometimes, it was out of your control.
It had taken you twenty minutes
to get to the campus. You were practically running across campus to get to the
class. Though, once at the door, you notice the note taped onto it.
We will meet again Wednesday. Have a good day.
Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. You
decide to lean against the wall and take a few deep breaths to calm down. You
grab your phone to send a text to your professor before noticing the email he
had sent you.
Fuck. Maybe you should get in
the habit of checking your email more often.
You decide to take this
opportunity to explore downtown Chicago. It had been a long time since you had
the day to yourself anyway.
Your mind drifts as you walk
down the street with a cup of coffee in hand. It had been a long process to get
your teaching credential, but you kept telling yourself that you had to be
patient. You just didn’t know when you would get your dream job. You had taken
a few years off from school to help with family and you weren’t getting any
Suddenly, you bump into someone.
You hear him grunt in surprise before you realize that his coffee and lit
cigarette had dropped to the pavement.
“Fuck,” he mumbles.
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry!” You
ramble, clearing your throat. Apparently, today couldn’t get any more worse
than it already was.
When the stranger turns around,
you find yourself staring at him with wide eyes. It truly had been such a long
time since you had seen this man.