“I am a little hurt that he’s not here tonight. We had so much fun the last time. And it is surprising. You got a room full of reporters, celebrities, cameras, and he says no. Is this dinner too tacky for The Donald? What could he possibly be doing instead? Is he at home, eating a Trump Steak, tweeting out insults to Angela Merkel? There’s one area where Donald’s experience could be invaluable, because Trump knows a thing or two about running waterfront properties into the ground. That’s probably enough. I’ve got more material. I don’t want to spend too much time on The Donald. Following your lead, I want to show some restraint. With that I just have two more words to say: Obama Out.”
You already knew you were going to regret this decision from the start. But then again, you didn’t think it was right to let life move on without letting Harry know about the teensy-weensy, very little crush you had on him. You thought you had been subtle all these years, you thought you had your emotions all under control and that not even the FBI could figure out that you liked Harry. You didn’t know this, but you were very much wrong because everyone knew. Absolutely everyone knew about your feelings towards Harry, even Harry knew about your feelings towards him! Except you didn’t know that Harry and everyone else in the entire bloody world were aware of your more than little crush. (You had always been an oblivious person.)
“You should buy dinner fo’ me first before dragging me into the bedroom, love.” You had thrown a house party mainly to celebrate the success of Harry’s new album, but also because you needed an excuse to get wasted so that confident Y/N would come out to play.
“Hush. I just needed to talk to you about something. Something very, very important!” You smiled nervously, shutting the door behind you and trailing behind Harry to sit down on the edge of the bed. “I’ve kept this from you for a while now, and I don’t think it’s fair of me to not tell you. I don’t want this to make everything super weird between us because it’s a totally normal thing and it’s not even a big deal.”
“I knew you were a secret agent. Who do yeh work for?” Harry joked, pointing a finger at you accusingly before squinting his eyes. Only Harry would crack a joke at a time like this.
“I… I, uh…” Considering the fact that you couldn’t piece words together to form a proper sentence, you knew you weren’t nearly drunk enough to tell Harry this. But it was too late! You dragged him into the bedroom and made a huge deal about how you had been wanting to tell him something for a long time, so you didn’t have a choice left. Just say it! I like you more than a friend should. I like you more than a friend should. I like you more than a friend should. “I like you, but not in the best friend way, it’s more like the I-wanna-kiss-you-right-now kind of way.” Or you could say it like that. A+ for effort?
“Oh, I know.”
“And I’m sorry I didn’t let you know this, but I really wanted to, and-” You stopped midway through your little ramble, eyes widening as you looked up at Harry. “I’m sorry, you what?”
“I know.” A shit-eating grin grew on Harry’s features before he was shrugging casually, reaching over to pick some lint off the duvet. He knew?? How did he know? You were sure you had been careful with the way you acted towards him but obviously, you hadn’t been a very good actor. Oh god. What if he didn’t like you back? Or what if he said he liked you back out of politeness? Harry was a polite person. He hated negativity so it made sense that he would lie to you about liking you. It was pretty obvious you had a million and one thoughts clambering around in your head, but you couldn’t help it!
One thing you always hated about yourself was that you seemed to immediately shut off when someone expressed some form of affection towards you. You didn’t think it would happen in front of Harry, but it was definitely happening. You could practically feel your brain short-circuiting. Maybe if I tell him it’s just a prank he’ll back off.
“Well, you don’t have to worry about it, because I don’t actually like you and this is just an elaborate scheme to-”
“Y’know, I’m surprised it took you this long t’ tell me!” Harry clicked his tongue, pushing himself up off the mattress as he headed towards the door. “I figured you’d have to tell me sooner or later, but you really took your time, didn’t you?”
“Because I’ve liked you for a long time, but everyone told me to wait for you to tell me, which was kind of torturous but thank bloody God you finally said something because I felt like I was going to explode!” Harry laughed lightly, twisting the doorknob with a click.
“Anyways, I’m gonna head down and see what everyone else is up to. I know you’re probably still processing everything tha’s happening but if I don’ see yeh down there in five minutes I’ll give you a proper spank.”
“And I’m allowed to say tha’ cos we’re practically dating.”
Summary: The reader has feelings for Jughead, but is too afraid to act on them. Archie and Betty push the reader to do something about it, especially when the drive in has it’s “closing for good” premiere. The reader soon learns that in Riverdale, anything is possible.
Word count: 5473
Author’s note: Okay Jughead might just be my favorite character to write and my mind is flooding with more ideas! Get ready for smut, but when you’re reading my stuff thats kinda a no brainer;) As always, tell me what you think!
You were sitting at a lunch table with Betty and Archie trying to make it through another pointless day of school. School seemed like the least important thing when a fellow classmate had just been murdered and nearly everyone in this town was hiding something.
Suddenly Jughead stormed over to you guys with a paper in hand. He slammed it down onto the table getting everyone’s attention, “ They’re shutting down the drive in! Just when I thought Riverdale still had some redeeming qualities they’re shutting down the one thing with actual character in this damn town!”.
Betty put her hands up in a calming manner, “ Woah Juggy….explain”. You slid the paper closer to you and Archie as you read the article. Jughead continued, “ Read it and weap; Twilight Drive-In Will No Longer Twinkle”.
Archie giggled, “ It is creative Jug, you gotta at least give em that”. Jughead was still fuming and you hated yourself for thinking it but damn he looked good angry. He hovered over the table, “ They don’t understand how important the drive in is!! It’s a beacon of hope is this otherwise poorly lit town!”.
Reading the article aloud you said, “ Twilight Drive-In bought by anonymous buyer, and soon to be torn down immediately after one last showing”. This added to the list of mysterious things that were currently happening in Riverdale.
Betty smiled, “ Well hey at least we can hang out there one more time! We should all go together, I’ll ask Kevin and Veronica to come!”. Jughead sat down taking his beanie off and running his hands through his hair, obviously stressed.
Groaning he said, “ I know Betty but I just hate that there even has to be a last time, it seems like everything good in this town is going to die along with Jason”. For a moment no one knew how to reply to that, it seemed like things were falling apart.
You took a breath in, “ Look Jughead it fucking sucks that the drive in is going to be taken away from us but two things; One- that doesn’t mean we won’t have a place to hangout we can use Archie’s garage and watch movies!”.
Jughead picked up his head to actually listen to you so you continued, “ Two, if you’re especially angsty the entire time you’re not even going to enjoy saying bye”. Betty nodded her head agreeing with what you’d said.
He placed his beanie on his head again, “ Fine (y/n) you’re right but isn’t our most important inalienable right as Americans the right to complain?”. You rolled your eyes and watched the smirk appear across his face.
Archie added, “ She’s right Juggy we can use a projector and white sheet and boom my garage is a mini drive in!”. Betty explained that she could provide both of those things, and reassured him that by no means was it a true end.
He shook his head, “ Alright guys consider me cheered up, BUT we all have to go to the drive in together to send it off the right way”. Of course you all agreed and it was a plan. He added, “ And (y/n) you better be there suffering with me”. Betty got up, “ Alright Jughead why don’t we write our own take on this all?”.
Jughead got up, “ Welcome to your tape anonymous buyer”. They both got up and went to go write for the Blue and Gold, leaving you and Archie alone. You moved so you were now sitting across from him.
He grinned, “ So I guess that’s a date huh?”. You felt a blush creep over your face but still wanted to remain casual, “ What’s a date?”. You knew he was talking about what Jughead had said but you didn’t want to make more out of it.
You really liked Jughead but you were scared he wouldn’t feel the same way. That was an understatement, you were madly in love with him. You’d never met anyone like him before, and you knew noone else could ever compare. Archie rolled his eyes, “ Come on (y/n) why do you always deny things”.
Sighing you explained, “ It was just a comment Archie not an invitation-”. You realized how bad your wording had been when he wriggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. Archie smirked, “ What exactly do you want an invitation for (y/n)?”.
Trying to ignore how red you were you said, “ Shut up Archie we can’t all be confident football captains who are simultaneously rockstars”. Archie always insisted that you were just in your own head but it was hard for you to be confident.
He sighed, “ You’re my bestfriend (y/n) and I’m telling you that you have no reason to be insecure! I know Jughead pretty well by now and he likes you”. No matter what he’d say you’d never be able to believe him.
The bell rang but he held up a finger, “ Tonight you’re finally acting on your feelings because I’m not going to be so silent of a wingman anymore!”. Shaking your head you agreed, hoping it would end this topic of conversation.
As you walked to class together Archie winked, “ Who knows maybe you’ll see him in nothing but that stupid beanie of his”. Laughing you hit him in the arm, he always knew how to cheer you up.
You parted ways as Archie went to geometry and you went to your independent study; aka a free period where you pretended to write for the Blue and Gold with Betty. When you walked in Betty was so preoccupied she didn’t even notice you.
Sitting down next to her you asked, “ What’s wrong Betty?”. She was typing away, but seemed completely stressed out.
Looking up from the screen she replied, “Where do I begin? My parents are fighting, Polly won’t come home, I have to write for my parents news paper, edit my article, AND interview Jughead about the Drive- In!”.
Betty got a look on her face and you knew you were in for it, “ Unless you interview Jughead for me tonight!!”. You shook your head but she’d already taken both your hands in hers, she was way too excited.
She nearly screamed, “ This is perfect! Now you have an excuse to be alone with Jughead and you’ll actually be doing something for this class!”. She’d set her mind to something and there was no changing that.
Reluctantly you agreed, “ Fine, but don’t get your hopes up Betty”. She nodded her head and beamed with excitement. Between her and Archie you never heard the end of it, they SWORE Jughead liked you.
Betty clapped her hands, “ Okay the show is at six tonight, come to my house around five to get ready and we’ll go together!”. You nodded your head and felt the butterflies in your stomach thinking about what tonight could bring.
For the rest of the period you helped Betty edit her article, and gave her advice about the other five-hundred topics that were stressing her out. Betty had been a close friend of yours for a long time and any chance you could repay her for how much she’s helped you you’d take.
Before you knew it the bell rang which meant school was over and you were closer to your “date” with Jughead. Walking out of the room Betty smiled, “ Tonight’s the night (y/n)”. How happy she was for you made you smile.
Archie caught back up with you, “ Tonight’s the night?”. You automatically rolled your eyes at the smirk on his face. Walking out of school you replied, “ Betty’s making me interview Jughead tonight so we’ll be alone”.
Pushing open the door for you he whistled, “ Tonight is the night then”. You stopped in your tracks, you’d had enough of the teasing today. Archie put his hands up defensively, “ I’m just happy for you (y/n), I want something to happen because I know you want it”.
You couldn’t be angry for that, “ All right Arch, just tone it down with the teasing?”. He nodded his head and continued to walk you home. Archie was neighbors with Betty, and they both lived down the street from you.
Betty would’ve walked with you but she went right to her parents paper. You were on your street when Archie asked, “ You trust me right (y/n)”. It seemed like such a pointless question so just told him yes.
He continued, “ Then why do you think I’m always setting you up for failure when I tell you to go for Jughead?”. You weren’t expecting it to be that deep of a question and you didn’t know what to say for a moment.
You answered honestly, “ It’s because I can’t see someone feeling that way about me Archie…”. He turned around to face you, making you stop in your tracks. Archie raised an eyebrow, “ You’re kidding right?”.
You avoided his gaze and he knew you were serious. He placed a hand on your shoulder, “ I love you so much (y/n) and I just wish you could see what I see….what EVERYONE sees! You deserve to be happy because you make so many people happy! You’re one of the reasons this town doesn’t completely suck!”.
You couldn’t help but smile, you knew he was being sincere. He smiled too, “ See there it is, that contagious happiness! And no one needs that more that Jughead, he’s happier when you’re around (y/n)”.
Archie never really got this emotional often, which is why it was so different this time. You actually started to believe him, “ Alright Arch I believe you I just have to keep repeating what you’re saying when I’m insecure”.
He placed a hand over his chest, “ Thank god, I was starting to feel like Betty and that is a lot to handle”. You both started to laugh as you continued to walk home. Smiling to yourself you realized how lucky you were to have the friends you did.
They were such great people and if they saw something in you than damn straight you should also see it. You reached Archie’s house, “ Alright (y/n) remember, tonight is mission finally getting the happiness you deserve”.
You saluted him, “ Alright Sergeant Andrews, mission accepted”. He shook his head laughing, “ Fuck you really are perfect for Jughead”. With that he closed his door, leaving you to finish walking home.
It was another minute walk at the most until you got to your house. You walked through your front door and went right to your room, plopping down onto your bed. Looking at your phone you realized it was already four which meant you had an hour to kill.
You also saw that you’d gotten a text from Jughead that read, “ You better not flake tonight, it takes two to drown in misery”. Smiling to yourself Jughead filled your thoughts again, thinking about him made butterflies take flight in your stomach.
Replying you said, “ I thought it took two to tango…mixing your metaphors Juggy how irresponsible”. After sending the text you placed your phone down, and did what ever you could to kill your remaining hour.
Jughead smiled when he read your text, you always knew how to make him laugh. He picked his head up from his phone when Archie threw a pillow at him, obviously wanting his attention. Archie teased, “ You’re texting her aren’t you?”.
Jughead threw the pillow back, “ You’ll need a search warrant to go any further Arch”. Jughead of course was just kidding, he had no problem talking about you to him. Archie laughed, “ I don’t need anything to know when she texts you, it says it all right on your face”.
Jughead laughed, “ I’m that easy to read huh? I guess I’ve been perfecting my “nothing to hide here” face for no reason”. Archie laughed while moving to the edge of his bed, and Jughead knew he was in for a talk.
Jughead spoke first, “ Don’t worry Archie I know how the birds and bees work”. Archie rolled his eyes, sometimes Jughead just complicated things. He got serious, “ Look Juggy tonight really is special”.
Jughead smiled, “ Why exactly is tonight special Archie?”. He was playing dumb, he knew it had something to do with you but he wanted to see what Archie would say. Archie continued, “ If you want to make a move do it tonight Jug”.
Jughead laughed, “ Seriously Archie?”. He’d gotten super serious over something as simple as (y/n)? Archie held up a finger, “ Jughead you’re taking two long! I know how much you care about her but it’s about time you show her!”.
Jughead raised an eyebrow, “ What should I say, Hey (y/n) could you pass me the popcorn oh and by the way I love you?”. Archie’s jaw dropped, did Jughead just say he was in love with you? Jughead put his hands up, “ No nope don’t go making a big deal out of-”.
It was too late Archie was already standing up, “ Fuck Juggy I knew you liked her but I didn’t know you loved her!”. Jughead didn’t know how to act or even how to respond. He shook his head, “ I love (y/n) okay? I Jughead Jones am in love and by god if you-”.
Archie was smiling like a madman, “ Jug I’m not going to make fun of you, now I’m going to judge you even more if you don’t make a move”. Now Jughead was stressed out again and Archie could tell.
Jughead was pacing, “ It’s just scary okay? I ALWAYS know what to say but when it comes to that?”. Archie couldn’t help but laugh, it wasn’t often that Jughead Jones couldn’t find the words.
Archie intervened, “ Why not let your body talk for you?”. Jughead tilted his head to the side and gave him a classic, “ what the hell Arch” look. Archie laughed, “ Just a joke Jughead, just a joke”.
Jughead wasn’t amused, “ We can’t all be James Deans and Archie Andrews!”. Archie rolled his eyes, “ But you’re more than enough for her Jug, god you two are both so insecure towards the other”.
Archie continued, “ She’s too scared to say it Jughead but I think she loves you too”. Jughead couldn’t help but smile, he never thought you’d feel that way. He smiled, “ Alright Archie don’t worry I know this was enough bromance for you we can go back to talking about….sports…”.
Archie smiled back, “ Sure because we talk about sports all the time Juggy”. They both laughed feeling completely content with the way things were going. They’d never admit it but it felt good to be able to talk about emotional stuff with the other, a brotherhood they never thought they’d get.
You had about five minutes to spare but you’d picked out the perfect outfit. It was a black t-shirt dress with white hightop converse, you felt confident but casual. Anyways you knew Betty would insist on doing your makeup and hair.
Grabbing both your purse and makeup bag you headed towards Betty’s house. Looking at your phone you saw it was ten minutes past five o’clock, and you texted Betty to let her know you were downstairs.
It took her two seconds to rush down the stairs and greet you, “ Come on in (y/n), also that’s a really cute outfit!”. She took your hand and lead you upstairs to her room where you both could finish getting ready.
She had her outfit laid out on her bed, light blue jeans with a yellow blouse and ballerina flats. You smiled, “ I like what you have planned to wear Betty it’s super cute!”.You weren’t facing her so you couldn’t see what she was doing.
Betty had walked to her window where she saw Archie and they both winked at each other, their plan coming together. They each gave a thumbs up before closing their blinds and continuing with their plan.
Their plan was to make sure that both you and Jughead finally made a move tonight, and to do this they talked you both up. Betty and Archie just wanted to see their best friends happy together, because they knew that’s what you both wanted.
Turning around Betty smiled, “ Aww thanks (y/n)! How are you feeling about tonight, any better?”. Smiling to yourself you couldn’t help but think about how this was the 100th time you’d have to talk about “tonight”.
You replied, “ Better actually after talking with Archie, I’m still nervous but not as nervous as I was”. Betty didn’t know whether to be happy Archie had gotten through to you or jealous that she hadn’t first.
She was glad regardless, “ Really? I’m surprised, but of course still extremely happy! Now are you actually going to make a move?”. Rolling your eyes you didn’t know how much more Jughead talk you could take.
You explained, “ Yes, whatever happens will happen okay? The first thing I say to him isn’t going to be, “ So what do you think about the drive in closing oh and by the way I love you”.
Betty clapped her hands together, “ Love?!!! Oh my god (y/n) LOVE I didn’t think it was this serious oh my god you’re in love…my bestfriend is in love…with my other best friend!!”. Betty was like a snowball rolling down a hill getting bigger and bigger until it explodes.
Going over to her you put your hands on her shoulders, “ Betty calm down…it’s just a word okay?”. You wanted to downplay the whole thing when in reality you knew it was much more than just a word.
She raised an eyebrow, “ Just a word? Do you think that’s just a word to Jughead or-”. You had to cut her off before this spiraled, “ I don’t even want to think about how he’d take things okay? We’re getting WAY ahead of ourselves here like I’m pretty sure you’re hearing church bells”.
Betty started to laugh, “ Okay okay I’m sorry it just makes me so happy because I know how much he cares about you…and to hear you love him! Things couldn’t be more perfect!”. She’d calmed down by now and you were eager to just get the night started and end all this build up.
You smiled, “ Okay good, now how about you help me finish getting ready?”. Betty’s grin returned and she nodded her head. She sat you down in her chair and started to do your makeup, a simple look but with a red lip.
After she was done with your makeup she just looked at you in awe, “ You look so beautiful (y/n)”. Smiling you thanked her, and she then started your hair. Betty did loose curls and it was your favorite look.
When she was finally done you turned around and hugged her, “ Betty I love it, this just boosted my confidence by a thousand!”. She just beamed with happiness as she hugged you back, Betty was just thrilled she could help.
Looking at your phone you realized that it was now time to leave if you wanted to get to the drive in on time. As Betty lead you down the stairs you could see her excitement for tonight growing.
Getting into Betty’s car she laughed, “ You know I’ve been so preoccupied I don’t even know what movie they’re playing”. Laughing you realized you had no idea either. You added, “This is going to be a great article when the last thing I’ve been thinking about is the drive in”.
Within ten minutes you guys arrived at the drive-in and were greeted by both Archie and Jughead. Looking Jughead over you realized how good he looked, he was wearing a black tee with a flannel, back jeans, converse, and of course a beanie.
Somehow you’d both managed to match and you knew Betty was telling herself, “ More proof they’re soulmates”. Jughead looked you over and smiled, “ I can’t place my finger on it but for some reason I really like your style (y/n)”.
He of course was pointing out how similar you both looked, “ Great minds think alike Juggy, and I’m the greatest”. If you’d have looked at Archie and Betty you would’ve seen how happy they were to see you guys flirt.
Betty intervened, “ I guess you should start the interview and Archie and I will find the others”. She couldn’t have been more obvious, but at this point both you and Jughead didn’t mind.
Jughead extended a hand, “ Adventure awaits (y/n), and with it the most astonishing article to ever meet the Blue and Gold”. Betty laughed and made Archie follow her to the concession stand.
Taking his hand you replied, “ Well then who am I to stop such a monumental moment in high school journalism history”. The second you held Jughead’s hand it send shivers down your spine, and it was only the slightest touch.
Jughead lead you to where, “ The magic happens” as he would like to say. Looking around the room you saw the old movie reel, a bunch of old posters, and a small couch. You smiled, “ So what movie are we watching tonight?”.
He clicked his tongue to fake scold you, “ Not even knowing the movie I’ll be showing tonight? That’s just irresponsible interviewing there (y/n)”. You instantly laughed knowing he was just teasing you, and it felt good to see him smile.
After a moment he told you the truth, “ I decided to go soft and select “ It’s a wonderful life” because it’s a classic love story”. You raised an eyebrow, you didn’t expect him to go that route.
You’d never see the movie before, “ What is it about Juggy?”. By now you were standing in front of the movie reel, wanting to know how it worked. You were surprised when you felt him stand behind you and put his hands over yours.
Turning your head your face was inches from his, “ Why don’t I explain it to you while I show you how this works”. You felt his hot breath against your ear and which caused your mind to drift.
All you managed to do was nod your head, the anticipation getting to you. As he guided your hands over the machine he spoke softly into your ear, “ It’s about a man who wishes he was never born and then an angel comes along to make it true-”.
You turned around to face him, concerned about how much he might relate to the movie. His body was still pressed against yours as you asked, “ Why does he wish he’d never been born?”.
Jughead smiled as he lightly caressed your cheek, “ Doesn’t matter (y/n) because he soon learns how lucky he is…and he falls in love”. You started to realize how much more this movie choice represented.
You placed a hand on his chest, “ Falls in love?” your voice was obviously shaky. Jughead licked his lips, “ He learned the true impact he had on those around him and finally went for what he wanted”.
Instinctively you leaned your head forward and Jughead leaned in as well. Jughead crashed his lips against yours, months of angst finally fizzling away. To your surprise he lifted you up and moved you towards the couch.
He slowly fell onto the couch and kept you on top of him so you were straddling him. As he kissed your neck you jokingly asked, “ What about the interview Juggy?”. To answer you he sucked your skin, causing you to groan.
He kissed his way up your neck until his lips grazed your ear, “ The only words I want to hear are you telling me exactly how to make that pretty little pussy of yours cum”. You nearly gasped, you’d never have expected Jughead to talk like that.
Dirty talk was a huge turn on for you and to know Jughead Jones loved it too, well fuck maybe you were soul mates. Smirking you replied, “ Keep talking like that and we’ll get there soon enough”.
You felt him smile against your skin and you thought you’d melt right then and there. His hands slid up your legs, bringing the hem of your dress with them. Jughead rested his hands on your hips, he wanted you so badly but he didn’t want to rush things.
Smirking you pulled your dress over your head as you took if off completely, “ Finally go for what you want Jug”. You hinted to what he’d said about the movie earlier, wanting him to know you felt the same way without flat out saying it.
As a response he took off his own shirt and then collided his lips with yours. His hands roamed all over your body, he didn’t know what he was searching for. Truth be told he wanted to make sure he wasn’t just dreaming, slumped over his computer.
You started to undo his pants and slide them down his body, barely any layers left separating you. Jughead kissed from your lips down your neck, and stopped at the valley of your chest.
He moved his hands from your hips to your back as he undid your bra slowly letting it fall off. The second your bra hit the ground your nipples became erect because of the cold air. Jughead moved his lips to your left nipple, swirling his tongue around it.
Moaning you encouraged him, “ Shit Jug that feels so good”. With that he started to suck, and massasged your other breast with his hand. Jugheads tongue felt so good on your sensitive nipples and you felt yourself getter wetter and wetter.
Subconsciously you started to grind your hips against him, needing more. Jughead groaned, “ Such a tease baby”. Hearing him call you a pet name turned you on even more so you ran your hands through his hair.
He moaned, “ How do you know all the little things that turn me on (y/n)?”. You just shook your head licking your lips, eager for what would happen next. He dragged down your bottom lip with his thumb, “ Talk to me baby”.
Resting both hands on his bare chest you answered, “ I need you Jughead, make me yours”. Waiting for his answer you grind yourself against him again, and felt his member press against you.
He just shakes his head with a smile on his face, “ Those are the only words I’ve wanted to hear my entire life (y/n)”. Jughead kissed you again, this time the kiss was extremely needy. With his hands he helped slide down your panties until you shifted to take them off.
It was your turn to whisper in his ear, “ I believe the saying is an eye for a eye”. Getting the hint he took off his own underwear, and you licked your lips taking him in. Jughead was bigger than you’d thought, but there was no complaining.
He shook his head, “ Fuck you’re perfect for me”. You slid off Jughead’s lap and kneeled before him, your face inches away from his erection. Looking up to him you saw how lust blown his pupils were, and when you slowly licked up his shaft his eyes opened wide.
When you got to the tip you swirled your tongue around, “ Talk to me baby”. If Jughead weren’t so insanely turned on he would’ve made a comment about you mocking him. He shakily said, “ I want you to taste me”.
Smirking you kissed back down his shaft, sucking when you got to his balls. Jughead moaned, it was like you knew exactly where to touch him. Grinning you asked, “ Does that feel good Juggy?”.
He bit his lip, you were really asking for it now, “ That feels so fucking good you little tease”. Smiling you continued, flicking your tongue over his tip tasting the precum. Feeling confidant you took as much of him as you could in your mouth, while holding eye contact.
Jughead watched you, he never thought he could be this turned on. You started to bob your head up and down, picking up speed. He threw his head back, “ Oh god (y/n)”. With your free hand you massaged his balls, wanting to throw him over the edge.
You continued sucking, shifting from going fast to going slow, and stayed like that for a couple minutes. It was so beautiful to know how good you were making him feel, and such a turn on to know he was watching you nearly mesmerized.
Jughead groaned, “ Keep looking at me like that and this is all going to be over soon” and with that he picked you back up so you were on his lap again. Your lips found each other again and the kiss made you wetter and wetter.
Putting a hand on his chest you broke the kiss, “ I want you Jughead…I need you”. He looked apprehensive, like he wasn’t sure if you actually wanted him. You took his face in your hands, “ Jughead Jones I love you”.
You watched his face change as your words hit him, you watched the happiness spread throughout him. Jughead looked so blissful, “ I love you so much (y/n)”. Wanting to preserve the moment you started to kiss again.
You felt his member press against you and so you moved your hips forward. Getting the hint Jughead laid down on his back, putting you on top of him. His back rested against the arm of the couch, propping him up. Biting your lip you lowered yourself onto him, adjusting to his size.
Jughead moaned as he felt himself slide into you, your walls pressing against him. Slowly you moved your hips back and forth, still adjusting. As you leaned forward Jughead massaged your breast again.
You moaned his name when you felt him lightly tweak your sensitive nipples. Needing more you picked up your speed, and he was moaning right along with you. He kissed up your neck, “ That’s it baby, just like that”.
His hands rested on your hips guiding you even more. Feeling yourself getting closer you went faster. Jughead started to thrust his hips up, needing more too. You leaned forward so much that he started to suck your nipples, “ Fuck Jughead I’m close”.
He took his mouth off to only say, “ Cum for me baby”. You knew he was just as close because he thrust started getting sloppier. Resting both hands on his chest you started to move your hips in a circular motion making him enter you deeper.
You couldn’t hold it back any longer, “ Jughead I’m going to-”. He thrust inside you deeper and faster, “ Me too (y/n) fuck”. Closing your eyes your orgasm shook throughout your entire body.
You felt your walls clench against him and Jughead twitch inside you. All you could do was moan his name as your orgasm made every nerve in your body tremble. Jughead was right there with you, moaning and panting.
After riding out your orgasm you rested your head in the crook of his neck. He smiled, “Why did we wait so long (y/n)?”. Looking up to him you kissed his neck, “ Love makes you do crazy things Juggy”.
The moment was ruined when you heard banging on the door, making you both spring to action. You rushed to put on your dress and answer the door as Jughead threw on his pants. Opening the door you saw Archie standing there with a smug look on his face, knowing perfectly well why you looked so worn out.
He smirked, “ It’s so weird the movie ended thirty minutes ago but somehow you both didn’t realize and so we wanted to make sure things were alright”. Both Betty and Kevin stood behind Archie.
Walking over to the door, still shirtless, Jughead spoke up, “ Real smooth Archie, I’m sure concern was your only motive and totally not curiosity”. To your surprise Jughead wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to his body.
Archie’s smirk grew, “ Of course Juggy, we wanted to see if you guys were up for Pop’s or if you’d be too worn out from your…interview…”. He couldn’t help but laugh at his own joke and you shook your head.
Jughead looked to you, “ Actually (y/n) and I have worked up quite the appetite, journalism is so straining…how about you buy us a fries and milkshakes?”.
Before Archie could reply you added, “ I’m sure you’d love to Arch, put all that concern to good use”. Archie just smiled knowing he’d been beat, and gave you both a minute to get ready.
When you were done Jughead took your hand and you were all ready to go to Pop’s. You felt ready to conquer the world, you were in love with Jughead Jones and Jughead Jones loved you back.
“Harry, slow down!” You giggled, stumbling over your feet as Harry practically dragged you down the hallway clumsily. Harry’s grip tightened when you stumbled once again, making him turn back to glance at you and make sure you weren’t actually going to fall over. “I can’t walk in these heels!”
“It’s not my fault you chose the stilettos.” Harry hummed, apologizing under his breath when he knocked into someone while leading you to the guest bedroom.
Harry had decided to throw a house party in celebration of the success of his debut album and was very much surprised by the number of people that came. He had definitely sent out more invitations than intended, but that was okay! The more, the merrier… Right? Wrong. Very, very wrong. Because now all he wanted was to kick everyone out of the house so he could get a little loving from you. (Or, a lot. He wanted a lot.) He might have gone a little crazy on the Cosmopolitans and the only thing he could think about was what he was going to do once he got you out of that slinky little dress.
“Harry, I have to fix my shoe,” You hiccuped, stopping in your tracks and reaching down with your free hand to adjust the strap on the heel. “If I fall and break my ankle you won’t be able to fuck me at al-”
“Harry! Hey, where are you guys headed off to? We were just about to whip up a couple more of my famous strawberry daiquiris.” You looked up as one of Harry’s friends walked over to you guys, half-listening in on the small talk and half-admiring your boyfriend. God, he’s beautiful. So beautiful. Like a celestial being. Kinda like Wonder Woman.
“Y/N’s not feeling too good so I’m jus’ gonna check if we have any panadol.” Harry hummed, smiling lightly at you as you reached over to twirl your finger around a strand of his hair. “But save some daiquiris fo’ us! We’ll be down in a mo’.” It was once his friend disappeared that he began dragging you down the hallway again, headed straight towards your guys’ bedroom door.
You couldn’t help but laugh lightly as Harry struggled to unlock the door (You liked having it locked during house parties because one time you found Niall and some girl going at it in your bed) before he finally got it and held it open to let you in.“S’too dark, I can’t see anythin’.”
“That’s what the light is for, H.” You snorted, slapping your hand against the light switch and squinting as the room lit up. Both of you were pretty drunk and it was amazing that you were able to make it to the room without passing out in the first place. You definitely didn’t expect Harry to push you up against the wall almost immediately after you shut the door, your lips tugging up in a grin as you pushed at Harry’s chest lightly. “We can’t, we’re the hosts! We’re being bad hosts…”
“S’okay, Niall’s down there dancing on our bloody table, he’ll distract everyone.” Harry murmured against your neck, his fingers already working the zipper on the back of your dress.
“What if someone walks in?” You gasped, feeling Harry nip on your skin hungrily before sucking lightly.
“Locked the door already.” He groaned, pushing his hips against yours while keeping you pressed up against the wall.
“But what if everyone hears us?” At this point, Harry had already pushed your dress down to your hips, looking up at you as he kneeled down on the ground. Harry knew you were teasing him - You loved teasing him when it came to situations like this.
“You’re killin’ me here, baby.” He puffed out playfully, planting a kiss to your hipbone and hooking a finger in your panties.
“I’m just saying I don’t want you to be humiliated once everyone hears you moaning and groaning for me.” You shrugged casually, smirking down at Harry in a cocky manner. What? You knew you were good in bed, Harry knew you were good in bed - You were telling the truth! (Not to mention, you got a 100% more confident when you had your fair share of tequila shots.)
Alec’s hands are griping Magnus’ shirt backing him up towards the bedroom, leaning down to kiss him passionately as they go, lips crashing together as he’s pulled against the hard lines of shadowhunter body.
Magnus is loving this turn of events just days after their first date but can’t help wonder why Alec suddenly seems so forward when something dawns on him. Quickly he breaks the kiss, gasping for breath with a hand on Alec’s chest to try and keep some space between them.
“Alexander…wait a moment please.” Magnus smiles at Alec and takes a small step away, hoping to slow things down a little.
“You do know just because I told you about the 17,000 doesn’t mean I expect to add you to that list right away. I think you and I could have something really special here and that means that I want to treasure every moment with you.
We don’t have to rush this, you only get one first time and you need to be sure you’re ready. And then, when you’re sure we’ll make it special, meaningful. Most of the others I don’t even remember their names, they were just a way to pass the time on lonely nights. A quick bit of fun, you already mean way more than that to me already, you know that right?”
Alec blushes and looks away, unable to hold Magnus’ gaze.
“I…I…I just want to make you happy. I don’t want you to find someone else Magnus, someone who knows how to do this, who can give you a proper relationship with everything that involves. How can I compare to all those other experiences you’ve had when I’ve literally done nothing! ”
Magnus slides his hand from Alec’s chest up to the front of his shoulder and rubs small comforting circles with his thumb until the shadowhunter looks at him again.
“Alexander, you don’t have to compete. You have my full attention and there is no one I want to spend time with more than you. I love just talking to you, I’d love to snuggle with you while we chat, kiss you some more but only if you want it too. It’s ok if we take this slow, just try not to overthink everything. You’re not the only one that feels vulnerable. ”
Alec searches Magnus face trying to figure out why the beautiful, confident man in front of him could possibly feel vulnerable.
“What are you worried about Magnus, you’ve lived forever, had so many experiences. You must know how handsome and wonderful you are, how attractive others find you.” Alec says, no heat behind his words just feeling confused still.
“Well, I try…” Magnus chuckles gesturing at himself, drawing attention to his make up and jewellery before looking a little more serious when he continues. “But there’s things about me you don’t know yet. I’m hoping you’ll get to know them eventually but let’s just say not everyone over the years has been as tolerant of warlocks as you are. Not all experiences are good ones.”
“You know that how I feel has nothing to do with you being a warlock or not. It’s you as a person that I like.” Alec reassures.
Magnus smiles up at Alec before taking a deep breath, his face now reflecting his inner insecurities and doubts, deciding if he really wants to continue with what he’s about to do.
“What’s is it Magnus? ” Alec asks as he notices not only the expression change but also the way Magnus whole body seems to have stiffened slightly.
“I want to show you something Alexander, I think it’ll help. You’ve told me about your insecurities and fears tonight so it’s only right I share a big one of my own. ” he tries to smile at the taller man but it feels week even to himself.
“Only if you’re sure…” Alec repeats back Magnus’ earlier sentiment.
“I’m sure…its just…I’ve lost people who I was interested in before over this, I don’t want to lose you but I don’t want to hide from you. I trust you and it’s important to me that you know exactly what you’re getting into before you decide if you want us to go further.”
“Er…okay?” Alec says as he watches Magnus closes his eyes, take a deep breath and seems to steady himself for a moment. He takes both of Magnus’ hands in his, interlacing his own fingers with the other mans ringed fingers trying to reassure the man in front of him.
Slowly Magnus’ eyes flutter open and Alec’s breath catches at what he sees. Gone are the deep brown eyes that he’s used to seeing Magnus with, the expressive eyes that always give away what the warlock is feeling and now in their place are honey gold orbs with narrow almond shaped pupils. They seem to sparkle in the light and Alec can’t help but stare.
Magnus looks away blinking as he puts the glamour back up, sadness reflected on his face as he tries to turn away and Alec immediately realises he’s not said anything yet and had just been examining the warlock marks, his gaze intense and emotionless as he tried to take in every detail. He quickly lifts his hand to cup Magnus’ face in his palm and guides it back towards him.
“You’re beautiful” he whispers, his voice breathy and low “seriously Magnus, I got a little lost looking at them and I’m sorry if that made you doubt my reaction but your eyes are just mesmerising.” Alec leans in to gently place a kiss on Magnus’ lips before pulling back to smile at him.
Magnus lets out the breath he hadn’t even realised he was still holding and smiles up at his boyfriend, his heart squeezes in his chest and he’s pretty sure it’s the last fragments of the walls he’d built crumbling and falling away.
They stand like that for a few moments, neither one saying anything just looking at each other and smiling. Alec is the first to break the comfortable silence.
“Don’t feel like you ever have to hide from me Magnus, I love your real eyes and I’m honoured you felt ready to show me them. Now can we get back to where this night was originally going. I might have started with all the wrong reasons but I’m sure now. I trust you Magnus and I want to spend the night with you.”
“Alexander, you never cease to amaze me!” Magnus whispers as he reveals his cat eyes again and this time it’s him who reaches up to wrap his hand around the back of Alec’s neck, pulling him down to kiss him deeply as they slowly start walking their way to the bedroom again.
Magnus stirs early the next morning, the rising sun shining in his eyes where he forgot to close the curtains last night. What catches his eye though is the perfect form laying next to him, the sheet covering Alec’s lower body but his torso is bathed in sunlight and Magnus reaches out to trace the runes across the muscled sholders and back.
Alec yawns and groans as he slowly wakes up, rolling over to smile at the warlock as long fingers slide from his back, across his ribs to land on his chest as he moves.
“Morning sweetheart” Magnus whispers as he places a chaste kiss on Alec’s cheek.
“Hi,” Alec breathes “so last night really happened.” A blush spreading on his cheeks.
“You don’t regret it do you?”
“Of course not Magnus, it was wonderful, you were amazing. I just wish I could have made it as good for you as it was for me” Alec ducks his head, avoiding Magnus’ gaze.
“Darling, you have no idea how good it was for me too. Being your first was an honour but it was my first time too. The first time I got to be with you, a memory I will always treasure. It’s something I hope to repeat often though.” Magnus chuckles and gives Alec a fond look.
Alec just smiles and snuggles close and rests his head on Magnus’ chest.
“I think I like that idea…very much!”
“You know Alexander, I think I had to kiss a lot of toads first but I finally found my prince in you.”
Alec just rolls his eyes at the cheesy comment but suddenly every last doubt he ever had about not being able to compare to everyone in Magnus’ past has gone. They might have got to have a small taste of this magical man but Alec is the one who gets to keep him.
A/N: Thought of this after seeing Chris bantering with Octavia Spencer (who is just an amazing actress that I love so much) Enjoy!
You tried not to giggle as you stood behind your husband in the kitchen; you were wearing the Atlanta Falcons jersey Octavia Spencer- a close friend of Chris’ and yours- had sent over as an attempt to mess with him after their banter on Twitter about whose team was going to win at the Super Bowl. She had texted you about it the day before, and of course you were more than happy to mess with your husband; it was payback considering he made fun of your favorite TV show ‘Arrow’ because it was DC.
Now everyone knew what Chris was like when it came to football, Tom Brady, and The Patriots; passionate was an understatement, that boy was obsessed. His inner fan girl was so well known that every interview you had leading up to the Super Bowl involved that particular topic. You knew nothing about sports, but you knew a lot about how adorable your husband got when it came to his team. He was about as adorable as you were when you met your favorite superhero, Captain America at the Vanity Fair after party four years ago.
You tapped your socked foot on the hardwood floor as you waited for Chris- who was clearly too busy stocking the fridge with beer- to turn around. You sighed quietly then cleared your throat to catch his attention because at the rate he was going, he wasn’t going to notice you for another ten minutes and you had other things to attend to.
“Do you think I bought too-” He began as he turned around, cutting himself off when he saw what you were wearing. You pressed your lips together to suppress your smile which was forming at the sight of his facials. “How dare you?” He tried not to smile himself as he pretended to scold you, closing the fridge door behind him. “And in my house, Y/N?” He quizzed, trying to hide his amusement.
“Oh,” you scoffed and chuckled simultaneously; his lips quirked into a more visible smile. “All of a sudden this is your house?” You crossed your arms over your chest as he leaned back against the kitchen counter. “Didn’t you say what’s yours is mine, Evans?”
“Yeah, yours as in- Y/N Evans,” he retorted playfully. “I um-” he pointed at you then crossed his arms again, “I don’t know who you are 'cause my beautiful wife whose best quality is her loyalty would never betray me and my team like that.” You giggled and he bit back his smile, “that’s just disrespectful, really.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrugged with an innocent smile on your lips. “I’m just standing here doing nothing.” Chris scoffed as he lowered his gaze onto your jersey. “Oh, you’re talking about my shirt?” You looked down and pulled at the material. “I just put the first thing I saw in my closet, no biggie.”
“First of all,” he laughed as he pushed himself off the counter so he could make his way over to you. “That is a jersey. Secondly,” he gently pinched your chin between his fingers, “we have never, nor will we ever- have a Falcon jersey in this house.” You pressed your lips together, suppressing laughter. “Take it off before I do it for you, okay?” He released your chin and booped your nose before turning his back on you to return to the fridge.
“No,” you bit playfully; Chris stopped and smiled while his back was turned to you.
“I’m sorry,” he turned around, raising an eyebrow; the amusement in his tone audible. “What was that?” He challenged in a playful tone with his hands on his hips. You smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Take it off, that jersey has no place in this household.” He told you, trying not to laugh. “I mean it, Y/N.” He warned when you shook your head.
“What are you going to do, hm?” You challenged and he smirked, taking a step closer to you. “How are you going to make me take off the jersey of the most amazing team ever?” You said and his lips parted, feigning shock whilst hiding his amusement. “Yup, I said it. The Patriots suck compared to The Falcons,” you egged him on.
“You take that back,” he tried not to laugh as he pointed at you. As much as he loved his team, he loved you a lot more so you could say anything you wanted and nothing bad would happen; it also helped that he knew you were just joking. “Take it back and take that jersey off, or I’m going to throw you into the pool.”
“Yeah, right,” you laughed then immediately regretted it when you saw the playful gleam in your husband’s pretty blue eyes. “Chris, don’t you- No!” You shrieked with laughter and ran when he started for you. “Oh my God, no!” You ran for the stairs so you could hide in the safety of your bedroom but Chris caught you before you hit the first step. “Chris, no!” You laughed as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, lifting you off the ground.
“Do you want to take it back?” He whispered into your ear, his beard tickling your neck.
“Take your Patriots jersey back to the store because it’s a sucky team?” You quipped, giggling.
“You did not just say that,” he tickled your sides and you squirmed, laughing. “You’re so dead, Y/N. I hope you don’t have your phone in your pocket because I am tossing you into the pool.” Your laughter grew louder as he threw you over his shoulder. “You have about thirty seconds to take it back, unless you want to end up in the pool, of course.”
“I know you, Evans.” You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his waist. “You wouldn’t, so no- I’m not taking it back.” He shrugged and continued walking towards the pool in the backyard. “You’re all bark and no bite,” you poked his side and he chuckled.
“If you say so, Y/N.”
You giggled because you were so sure your husband was just joking, after all- it wasn’t the first time a play fight had ended with him threatening to throw you into the pool. He had never done it before and you doubt he’d start now. He usually walked out to the pool with you over his shoulder or in his arms bridal style, threaten to toss you in, almost toss/push you in only to pull you back into his arms to kiss you. It was the same every time, so you were sure you were safe this time too.
“Last chance,” he warned as he stopped at the edge of the pool with his back towards the water and you over the blue surface. “All you have to say is 'I’m sorry, Chris. The Patriots is the best team ever.’ And you’ll be free to go. After you take of the jersey, of course.”
“I’m sorry, Chris,” you began, biting back your smile as you continued, “I’m sorry I married a man with such poor judg- Chris, no!” You screamed when he pretended to drop you. “Don’t do that,” you smacked his butt, giggling. “You nearly gave me a heart attack. Put me down,” you poked his side.
“Say the words,” he sang song.
“Fine,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m sorry, Chris. The Patriots is the best team ever,” you recited monotonously. “Now can you put me down? All my blood is rushing to my head.” You told him as he pulled you back over his shoulder and lowered you onto your feet in front of him.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He teased.
“Nope,” you smiled and pressed your palm to his chest. “Do you want to know what else isn’t hard?” You whispered as you leaned in, your lips inches away from his. “Tricking my big dumb dumb of a husband.” You giggled then pushed him into the pool before he could comprehend the situation. He fell into the water, cussing, and left you laughing on the sidelines. “You got a bit of water on-” you gestured to his cheek when he rose to the surface, drenched from head to toe. “Yeah,” you giggled when he wiped his cheek, “I think you got it.”
“You’re going to regret that, Y/N.”
“Perhaps,” you shrugged, smiling.
“Want to know what else isn’t hard?”
“You, 'cause it’s freezing in the water?” You teased.
“Yes, but-” he chuckled, swimming to the edge. “I was thinking more along the lines of, pulling my mischievous wife into the water because she’s not fast enough to out run Captain America!” He pushed himself off the edge and launched himself out of the pool, grabbing you before you could run back into the house. “Gotcha!”
“Chris!” You shrieked with laughter as the two of you fell into the water together. “I hate you,” you splashed him when you rose to the surface after him. “It’s f-f-fucking freezing.” You felt your teeth chatter when your body actually realized the temperature of the water.
“Don’t be such a baby.” He chuckled, swimming closer to you. “C'mere, baby.” He grabbed your hand, pulling you close and wrapping an arm around you. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck as he leaned in and kissed you. “Just so you know,” he whispered when he broke the kiss, “I’ve got a very dry and very warm Patriots sweatshirt waiting inside for you.”
You sat at a table sipping cocktails and gossiping with Scarlett, Hayley, and Cobie while Chris, drank beer on the other side of the room with Robert, Sebastian, and Mark. The two of you were in attendance of a MCU office party; Kevin’s way of letting his cast and crew let loose and have fun before he dropped the hammer on all of you with Infinity War. The calm before the storm, as Chris put it.
Speaking of Chris, he was subtly watching you over his beer. He’d been trying to get your attention for the past fifteen minutes so he could get you to sneak off with him, but you were yet to look over. He wanted some time alone with his best friend on the roof; the usual spot the two of you would go to at every office party after an hour of mingling. The more time he spent with you, the more he grew tired of being just friends. He’d always kept that to himself because the last thing he wanted was to screw things up, but seeing you in that white lace dress, smiling and laughing like an angel- he couldn’t hold back his feelings anymore.
The two of you’d been friends for almost seven years now; you’d met Chris while on the set of ‘The Losers’ and immediately hit it off. You quickly became best friends, and though there was a slight attraction between the two of you- nothing ever happened because you were both in relationships at the time. Even after you both became available, there was a mutual agreement that the friendship was too important to screw up, so again- nothing happened despite how badly both of you wanted something to. Something almost happened at the premiere of 'The Winter Soldier’, and again at the 'Avengers: Age of Ultron’ viewing party. The 'will they, won’t they?’ eventually reached a point where your friends, families, and co-workers felt the need to start a pool.
“You know you can just walk over there, right?” Sebastian reminded Chris when he noticed him staring at you. Chris quickly darted his gaze away, feigning innocence; the three men in his company chuckled. “You know we all know you like her, right?”
“Well, she is one of my best friends,” Chris retorted, running a hand over his hair; a nervous tick. Sebastian, Robert, and Mark shot him a weary gaze and he sighed, “what? We’re good as friends, we’ve established that.”
“You’ve been staring at her with heart eyes for the past fifteen minutes,” Robert chuckled. “There is no way you’re fine with just being her friend.” Chris made no effort to respond, he just sipped at his beer. “She likes you too, you know.” He said and Chris choked on his beer. “She’s just afraid of losing you as a friend if things don’t work out.”
“But it’s obvious that’s not going to happen,” Mark continued, “so just go and make your move. The two of you would be so good together, you’d be like Hollywood’s new power couple.” Chris chuckled softly at that, blushing at the thought of being with you. “Go, Chris,” he urged.
“Go,” Sebastian and Robert agreed.
“If you won’t,” Sebastian joked, “I will.”
“Fine,” Chris chuckled and downed his beer. “Wish me luck.”
You caught Chris’ gaze before he reached you, he beckoned his head in the direction of you roof and you nodded, smiling. He walked off in that direction, grabbing his coat on his way up; you excused yourself from your table and did the same. Scarlett, Hayley, and Cobie squealed when they saw looked over to Sebastian, Robert, and Mark who were winking and giving them thumbs up from the bar. Perhaps tonight was the night they could finally end the pool and give the world the couple they wanted; Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N.
“Aw man,” Chris groaned, pretending to be annoyed when he saw you.
“What?” You chuckled; confusion contorted in your expression.
“You were meant to come up without a coat so I could give you mine,” he said then laughed when you did. “As always, you’re your own hero.” He teased and you rolled your eyes, playfully shoving him when you reached his side.
“You’re such an idiot sometimes,” you chuckled softly.
“You still love me, so- whatever works, right?” He smiled when you did.
There was a short moment of silence that gave Chris the opportunity he needed to talk to you about becoming something more and to confess his love for you, but before he could push past his nerves and start- you spoke.
“There’s a reason you brought me up here, isn’t there?” You asked him, turning away from the city’s beautiful skyline to meet Chris’ as beautiful blue eyes. “This isn’t one of our usual hang-out-and-escape-from-the-crowd rendezvous?”
His immediate reaction was to back out so he didn’t screw up what he had with you, but when he paused and watched you intently- he realized he couldn’t play it safe anymore. He wanted- no, he needed to be with you. He was done fantasizing about the life he could have with you, he wanted to make it happen. He wanted to marry you and buy a house with you and have children with you; you were his one and he’d known that for a while now. It was time he stopped stalling and started doing even if it meant leaping out of his comfort zone.
“No, it’s not,” he shook his head. “I brought you up here to tell you I love you and I can’t just be friends with you anymore.” You felt your heart skip a beat at that confession. “I don’t know why or how nothing’s happened between us yet considering there were so many moments where something almost did. I don’t know what’s holding us back, but I’m done letting it. I’m putting all my cards on the table, I’m all in. I want to be with you,” he said, taking your hands in his.
“I want to be with you too,” you smiled, squeezing his hands. “I’ve wanted to be with you for so long now, I just-” He cut you off, pulling you into his arms and pressing his lips against yours. The two of you’d kissed before because of your roles, but it was nothing like this kiss; this kiss took both your breaths away. “Wow,” you breathed when he broke it, pressing his forehead against yours.
“Wow is right,” he chuckled softly, rubbing gentle circles into your sides. “Why have we never kissed like that on-screen before?” He quizzed and you laughed. “It would’ve definitely sped things up for us romantically, and- professionally? Think of all the awards we could’ve won for best on-screen kiss.”
“Shut up and just kiss me.” You lifted your head, reaching to meet his lips but he pulled back before they could touch. “What are you doing?” You chuckled softly, narrowing your eyes at his deeply flushed cheeks. “What are you looking at?” You turned to follow his gaze which was locked on something behind you; heat rushed to your cheeks and your jaw dropped at the sight of your cast members.
“Finally!” They all cheered.
“Oh God,” you buried your face into Chris’ chest, which was quivering with laughter.
“Yeah,” Chris pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “we’re never going to hear the end of this.”
41. “I came to this city to mend my broken heart. Never imagined I would find you to help me piece it back together.“
The room was filled with familiar faces. The music that was playing was a little before your time but you enjoyed it nonetheless. Tony Stark was throwing yet another elaborate party for a reason unbeknownst to you. The man just loved to have parties for no reason.
You stood idly by, not really feeling like mingling. You were content with drinking the expensive champagne that Tony sprung for and people watching.
You stare at the closed door in front of you and take a deep breath for the third time tonight. You’re standing outside your boyfriend’s apartment, like you’ve done a thousand times before. It’s the same chipped and faded paint on the wood you’ve seen that has been etched into your memory, along with the same useless doorbell that never works- But it all feels different, because of what you’ve come here to do.
You are completely, totally, hopelessly in love with Daveed Diggs. He feels the same way about you, you know he does. He’s expressed it breathlessly between kisses, in dorky love letters, and in a song coupled with Lin’s awkward beatboxing in the background. And because the two of you are in love, you want to do what people who are in love do.
In the year that you’ve been dating he has mostly managed to keep his hands off of you. You never went much further than the occasional hasty make out session on the couch, but lately you’d been wanting more. You came to his apartment with the intention of finally, finally taking that next step with him. You are worried about one thing, though, since you are an absolutely clueless virgin. You’ve never done this before, but have always imagined how it would go… your first time being so intimate with another human being. Thinking it through from the last couple of days, you convinced yourself you had nothing to worry about. He’s always been so caring with you, and you’re not a child. You know how this works.
You finally knock on the door, smoothing out your dress and fixing your hair as you wait. You’ve chosen to wear something that you know makes you look irresistible-a short, sleeveless dress, lace tights, and your lucky heels, all in black. It should definitely do the trick.
Soft footsteps come closer, and the door opens to reveal your boyfriend, messy haired and as cute as ever.
“Hey, Y/N,” He beams at you, his brown eyes shining with joy from your surprise of just randomly showing at his door. He’s so cute that you nearly forget to respond.
“Hi, Dave. Mind if I come inside?” You smile back, trying to add an edge to your voice that you hope is anything near sexy.
“Not at all, sugar,” He ushers you inside and kisses your cheek as you brush past him. “What inspired this visit?” He hums against your neck, slipping his arms around your waist.
“Oh, nothing, I just wanted to see you. That’s all,” You reply coyly.
“Well, you’re always welcome here. I can never get enough of you,” He’s still smiling at you, although it’s more of a smirk now. Maybe he knows what you’re up to. Still in an almost-embrace, you drift into the living room and onto the couch.
“Do you want a drink? I could get us some beers,” Daveed asks.
“How about something a little more… sophisticated?” You suggest sinking your vision to his eyes, hoping that you’re still being subtle.
He must have caught on to your plan, because his eyebrows quirk up, like they always do when he’s in a playful mood. “Coming right up, doll,” he says and whisks to the kitchen and returns shortly with two blood-red glasses. When he gives you yours your hands touch and linger. It’s as if every time your skin has come into contact, from the kiss at the door to this quick moment, sparks have flown between the two of you. Even making eye contact with him over the rim of your glass has you feeling hot all over.
It doesn’t take long before both of your glasses are drained and you’re basically in his lap, toying with the buttons at the top of his shirt. You kick off your shoes so you can bring your feet up on the couch. Looking down at you, he pulls you closer to him, as if it were even possible. It’s still chaste and innocent. You’re only playing with each other’s hair, looking into each other’s eyes. His gaze keeps flicking down to your lips, which you had agonized over for some time, delicately painting on the perfect shade of red. Then his lips are on yours, soft at first and then building up to something dangerous and reckless. There’s teeth, there’s tongue, it’s filthy and you love it. Your lipstick is definitely ruined but you couldn’t care less.
He pushes you onto your back, suddenly harsh and commanding. He has total control over you, and you’re just helplessly needy, arching into his touch and chasing those wonderful feelings he’s giving you. There’s that sinful thing he does with his tongue, and the way he keeps grinding his hips where your dress has ridden up… It’s too much and not enough.
“Maybe we should… Mmf… Go to your room?” You ask as he stops his assault on your lips to nibble at your collarbone.
He simply nods, holding your hand on the way there and looking at you like he wants to devour you. He throws you onto the bed, making you squeak in surprise. “I want you, and I’m going to take you… I’ll make you mine, babydoll…” He murmurs and literally tears your tights off your legs. The amount of force he’s using begins to scare you.
Your dress is the next to go. Thankfully, he manages to keep it in one piece. Now you’re fully exposed, except for a thin lace bra which he makes quick work of. He’s straddling you at this point, and you can feel his erection straining in his skinny jeans. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N.” He growls as he takes in the expanse of your bare body. Even though it’s a compliment, it sounds almost predatory.
His clothes come off quickly. You want to take a second to let the fact sink in that you’re skin to skin with the love of your life, but he’s moving so fast you don’t have the time. It’s too frantic. Every touch is fleeting; every brush of your lips is too rushed.
“It’s been such a long time, sweetheart. You’re so gorgeous. I might have to skip the foreplay. I need to feel you, now,” He growls and pounces on you, and starts rutting his cock against your opening. It’s nice- but your eyes widen when you realize exactly how big he is. You were not expecting it to be so thick or so long, and you find yourself wondering how on Earth that is going to fit inside you. “Mmm… You’re going to feel me for days. You’ll be so wrecked when I’m through with you…” He’s pressing harder, sending prickles of pain throughout your body and your heart is racing. You want to back out, but it must be too late now. He’s starts to force it in you and it’s too much too soon- you cry out in pain.
“It’s okay, it will be better soon, it’s just been a while-” he begins to soothe you, his eyes closed and running his hands over your arms.
“No, no, no- I’m a virgin. I’m a virgin, Daveed.” You blurt out.
“You’re what?” He stops immediately, and pulls out to scoop you up in his arms.
“I’ve never had sex. I’m sorry… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” tears practically falling out as you admitted it. “I thought it would be fine, but you were being so rough, and you were bigger than I expected and…” You trail off, pressing your face into his bare shoulder.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry Y/N.” He strokes your hair, kissing your forehead softly. “I’m so, so sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed that you’d done this before. I don’t know what I was thinking. Why didn’t you tell me? I would have made it better for you.”
“I don’t know.” You sigh. “I wanted everything to go smoothly.”
“That worked out really well.” He says sarcastically, trying to pull a joke. He must have noticed your worried expression because he adds, “I’m not mad at you, babe. Don’t worry. Just be honest with me in the future, okay?”
You nod meekly, and then smile at him, which he returns happily. Then he wraps you in another hug. “I didn’t say we had to stop. I only said we should go slower., You whisper, glancing at him and biting your lower lip.
“Will you be okay if I touch you?” he asks cautiously. He seems more afraid than you are, now. You find yourself unable to believe that he cares about you so much.
“Yes,” you breathe out.
He lets his hands run over you, in no rush. This time he worships you; he treats you like a queen. Daveed memorizes every dip and curve, delicately tracing every freckle and scar. It seems like an eternity before he reaches the place you need him to be. His fingers touch your clit hesitantly at first, but he moves faster as you let out whines and gasps of pleasure. “Do you like that, sugar?” he asks, smirking, obviously proud of the reactions he’s retrieving from you.
“Oh God, yes…” you cut yourself off with a moan when a finger enters you. It’s seconds before he finds the spot that has you begging for more and bucking into his hand. Then it’s joined by another, and you wince at the stretch but never stop the stream of noises and incoherent curses leaving your mouth.
“So wet… I think you’re ready, doll,” He retracts his fingers and guides you onto your back. He’s above you, now; knees braced on either side of you. You’re still shaking, but he’s still lending you soothing touches. Every time you look at him you find yourself reassured, somehow. It reminds you that all he wants tonight is to make you feel as special as he thinks you are. “I’ll be careful, I promise,” Daveed motions and kisses your forehead. Then he’s pushing in, as slow as he promised. He watches you carefully, ready to pull out at the first sign that you’re in pain. Your eyes are shut tight as you try to ignore the slight stretch. “Hey, look at me.” He tilts your chin up and you look at him. He’s absolutely bewitching like this, towering over you, beautiful eyes glinting and full of an intoxicating combination of adoration and lust. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” you say. He takes this as his cue to slide in fully, eliciting a pained whimper from you. Immediately he’s planting quick, sloppy kisses to your neck, mumbling apologies and promises about how good it’s going to feel. You’re not sure if you believe him until he starts to move. Somehow he’s managed to reach a place you never knew existed, and each time he rubs against it you’re overcome with such an intense want for him. You moan out loud, shamefully loud, and he grins against your skin. Heat spreads over you, radiating from every point where your body connects with his. He keeps making all these wonderful, lewd noises- groans and breathy “oh fuck”s and unintelligible praise. The unhurried roll of his hips is driving you mad with bliss, to the point where you’re almost delirious.
“You’re so perfect, Y/N,” He groans. You try to respond, but you’re so overwhelmed by aching need and the heavenly drag of his cock in an out of you that you can’t manage more than desperate panting. You’re trembling beneath him, consumed with unfamiliar feelings and a fire that keeps threatening to break loose in your body. Unfathomable ecstasy washes over you when he finds your clit again, rubbing it to the beat of his thrusts. “I want to see you become undone for me,” he purrs.
So you do. It’s everything you thought it would be- heaven, paradise, a high you know you could never get from any drug. Your release triggers his, and you watch his face contort in euphoria.
Still in a haze, you untangle yourselves. He pulls you close to him, your back against his chest. Both of you are sweaty and practically burning up from your previous activities, but you don’t mind at all. “That was… amazing. You’re amazing,” He mumbles into your hair.
“You’re not too bad yourself.” You giggle, exhausted from your adventure.
“I love you so much, you know that, right?” You turn to face him and he props himself up on an elbow.
“Of course I do. I love you, too,” you say, and you mean it. He smiles and pecks you on the lips.
A/N: This was requested by an anon! It’s based on the song Angel by The Weeknd! I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much! <3 <3
Lucifer picked your bloody body up from the floor, a frown etched onto his lips. How could you still be alive? You were much stronger than he thought. He knew this was because of him. They wanted to go after Lucifer, and instead of coming after him, they went after you.
He teleported to the bunker, knocking on the door. He knew this was the last place he should be, but he had no other options. He was thankful that Castiel decided to answer the door. At least Castiel was an angel and not a human. He could trust Castiel more than those cockroach humans.
“Lucifer what are you doing here,” Castiel asked, instantly on guard. His eyes quickly moved to you, worry washing over him. “Is that [Y/N]?” It was hard to tell because of all the blood and cuts on your body. He had heard talk of Lucifer finding a soul mate, but he didn’t actually believe it until now.
Pairing ~ Reader x FP Jones Prompt ~ after living in the upper side of Riverdale for 3 years, you decide to go stay your dad on the south and forming a crush for the older fp Jones Warnings ~ swearing, drinking drugs, age gap romance (reader 19yrs old)
Story ~ It was 3 years since your mother and father had spilt up. Your mother had taken you to live in what she called upper Riverdale, what most would call the nice or good side of the tracks. Your father had stayed on the Southside. Your grandfather was the old leader of the gang the south side serpents until his death a few months ago. Forsythe Pendleton Jones the 2nd (or Fp as he was called) was the new leader with your father his right hand man. You had known Fp your whole life.
In the last 3 years you had re-started high school hating that you was a year older then everyone else, after you was held back a year (because you hadn’t attended school for 2 years) before even starting Riverdale high but at least you was now in the same year as you childhood friend Jughead Jones. In that time you had become a river vixen, your grades where up and you started becoming friends with Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper and Veronica Lodge. When you first moved into your mother’s childhood home your grandmother old house, Veronica took it upon herself to give you a full make over. Now you looked like her double, posh girly dresses, sassy tops and skinny jeans filled your wardrobe. More hair and makeup products then ever really needed.
After a long week and a trying day, You was sat sulking in pop’s after a cheerleader practice, Cheryl had been a bitch with the squad mainly you a Veronica getting the brunt of her mood. You and your mother had been fighting a lot the last few weeks as well to the point you didn’t think you could stay anymore. Jughead Jones slid into the seat facing you with a smile. “what’s up y/n, you’ve been looking at that milkshake for 20 minutes?” He asks. “it’s my mom we’re always fighting and I don’t want to stay there, I can’t stay there anymore” I tell him as he takes the cherry from my melted milkshake. “What about your dad?” he says. As he pops the cherry in his mouth. You only saw your dad once a month when you would go stay the weekend with him in the trailer park hanging with your old friends now all serpents. “juggie that’s an amazing idea” you smile “I’m going to call him tomorrow” you grab your bag hugging the raven haired boy. heading home thinking of what to say to your dad.
At home your walked into your mother waiting for you. “where have you been it’s almost 10:30pm” you give a one word answer “pops” she started screaming as you ignore her. Since coming here you wasn’t the only one who had changed. Your mother had become a living breathing copy of Alice Cooper. She went through you room, wouldn’t let you out past 10. Told you to stay away from Jughead because of who his dad was. Controlling as much of your life as she possibly could. Wanting you to be more like Cheryl or Betty. In your room, you tried to block her out but she followed still complaining about it was a school night, about you not giving yourself time to finish homework or practice with the vixens. After a really bad argument you started to grab you school books and laptop. “I’m going to stay with dad” was all you said before running out the door.
It was nearly 11pm and you didn’t really want to knock at your dad’s at this time. The trailer park was still a few miles away and you started getting cold and tired. You thought about Jughead heading to the drive in to find him it was on the way to your dad’s anyway. You had knocked and knocked, but no one came to open the door. You realized the biggest mistake you had made was leaving without a coat, all you had on was your river vixen outfit and pumps. Your gave one last bang on the door screaming his name, thinking do you go to your dad’s or back home. Home was closer but you didn’t want to see your mum after walking out. “y/n,” you turn to the sound of your name looking to it’d owner. You see a man walking towards you. His hands in his jeans pocket with a swagger to his stride. In the light you see fp Jones the new leader of the gang your grandfather used to lead. “Why are you out here dressed like that at this time if night?, are you trying to give my boy a heart attack?” he asked looking you up and down intensely slow. “didn’t know you did booty calls Princess” he said. smiling slightly swaying saying back “only for a lucky few, Jones why you jealous?” fp just raises an eyebrow. This flirty banter was normal for you both. It had all started when you was younger , Fp would say something flirty to make you blush and it always worked but now you got older and would think if a witty comeback. It was just how you both was with each other.
You had always had a crush on fp ever since you was about 16 you knew it was wrong or you believe it was. He was over 20 years older then you but looked younger then he was. you managed to keep your little crush hidden, but you couldn’t help think what would it be like if one day he acted on the jokes or looks you sheared with each other. “I had a fight with my mom again. I left home I thought about coming to stay with my dad but it was late and cold I was going to see if jug would take me in for the night” you tell him. Shivering in your skirt rubbing your bare arms He took his leather jacket off placing it round your shoulders, but kept hold of both sides of the collar. “your dad’s away doing a job for me, he won’t be back for 3 weeks” you feel defeated thinking you will have to go back to your mothers. He pulls on the collar bringing you closer to him. He spoke slow, and burly a whisper it felt seductive, “you could, only if you wanted to” he looked you in the eyes keeping your focus locked onto his. Making your breath catch ,he was speaking in a hushed voice “stay in mine tonight, tomorrow I’ll get your dad’s spear key take you to get you stuff from mums” you smile as he speaks fully aware how close you was to him, you try pushing the mixed thoughts you have to the back of your mind. Fp let’s go with one hand lifting it to your face tucking your hair behind your ear “I know a princess like you needs her things” you couldn’t speak the touch of his hand on your face sent shivers down your side. Fp turned walking toward his van “you coming y/n” he shouted. You quickly run to catch up with him not needing to be asked twice.
In the truck Fp put the heating on as you rubbed your thighs to get warm. Once you feel the goosebumps disappear you sit back getting comfortable, pulling his jacket tighter around you. “why do you call me a princess?” you ask giving him a smirk. Fp laughs “look at you! in 3 years you went from bad ass bitch to pampered Princess” you frown your eyebrows at him. He looks at you then back to the road repeatedly switching between the two as he spoke “when your mother took you, you didn’t bother much with make - up had your own style. And in the last few times I’ve seen you, you started wearing makeup doing your hair up like your in a magazine and now, your fully fledged member of the Riverdale elite” he reached over slightly flicking the hem of your skirt “team colors and all” you just giggled not known what to answer. At his trailer Fp showed round even though you had been numerous times before, then after something to eat he took you to his room telling you to sleep in his bed and he got a blanket sleeping on the couch.
The next morning you went home waited for you mum to leave for work going in inside to get showered and pack a few bags. You went to put on a dress but when you held it to the mirror you began to think about what fp had said. You did look like a princess not the person you once was. Had I really changed into a carbon copy of the girls around me? was I just like Cheryl? You played with a snake necklace round you neck before deciding to get changed. You found a pair of black skinny jeans a green top a leather jacket and a pair of heels your grandfather had bought you with snakes on the heels not long before he died. Done your hair and makeup. Looking at the new outfit you had put together it was old meets new. And you liked it.
You put your bags in Joaquin’s car so he could take them back the trailer for you and headed to school.
At lunch Jughead came and sat with you. “can I ask you something?” He didn’t give you chance to answer “did I see you getting in my dad’s van last night?” he asked his brows frowning. “yes I was coming to stay with you, but you wasn’t at the drive in, I saw fp he gave me a lift to the trailer park let me crash at his coz my dad’s out of town” you answer. Jughead looked and blinked not saying what was on his mind. Jughead had seen the closeness between his father and best friend but didn’t what to push the matter afraid of the answer he’d get. “so when are you moving south side then?” he asked “today I sent some of my things up there your dad’s getting me my father’s key” you said excited jug just nodded, when the bell went you and jug walked to class.
All day people had commented on your change of style. Betty and Veronica loved it, saying it takes time to find your own style and this was yours. Cheryl on the other hand came over when you was in the corridor “you trying to look like the trailer trash your living with now” you step forward snarling her “no I just didn’t want to look like you” you didn’t give time to answer, your spun on your toes flicking your hair walking away. You seamed to get more attention from the boys in the school. Both Reggie and Chuck had given you whistles when you walked past. Feeling good you headed to your locker grabbing you bag. Outside you see Fp waiting for you a sexy grin as he learned against the truck.
“want a ride home? ” he asked when you walked over to him. You jumped in the blue truck ready to get to your stuff put away. During the ride you hardly spoke, Fp looked at you finally braking the silence" what’s with the new look?“ He didn’t take his eye off the road, but had that stupid sexy smirk in his face. "I don’t know what your talking about Jones” you sing song back to him trying to hide the blush in your cheek he hummed in amusement but didn’t question your reply. For the rest of the way you was quite again. When you got to the trailer fp handed you the keys to your dad’s helped you carry your boxes and bags in. Inside it was a mess and the was nothing in to eat. Fp offered you to come back to his if you wanted he’d get take out for you both. You told him maybe later wanting to clean the place up a bit. After a 2 hours you had cleaned up, it now looked like a different place. Moved you bags into your room and headed back to Fp’s. Outside you could hear music talking laughing, Inside the was half of the serpents drinking having a party. “where’s Jones?” out asked the nearest gang member. “try the kitchen” was all he said without looking at you. In the kitchen you see him with a few other lads all smoking and taking drugs. He looked strange at first like you he’d forgotten you was coming over “do you want me to leave?” you shout over the music “no stay y/n, I’ve just sent Joaquin on a beer and food run anyway” he says smirking at you.
You wasn’t a stranger to a serpent party you had been to a few before. You took a beer from the counter using the edge of it to open the cap, Your dad let you drink at 16, your mom didn’t like it but never stopped you ether. The two other in the room one about 24 the other 30ish looked at you with crossed eyebrows. “What it’s a beer or can’t girls drink beer?, well tough shit” you sass at them taking a long gulp from the bottle. The younger one walked over to you trying to look sexy yet intimidating “hey you! what’s the name doll?” he asked. you gave over exaggerate an eye roll. “the name is y/n and don’t call me doll” you said with as much attitude as possible. “aw small pretty little girl thinks she can play tough and trying to be a serpent, don’t think you really belong here doll” he acts cocky looking you up and down as he goes to grab your ass. Before he can you grab his wrist twisting it until he was screaming for you to let go “I don’t act or try” you started saying hard but calm tone. The older guy stood up to protect his mate when Fp stepped in. “y/n” he says arching an eyebrow.
You let go of the man side stepping closer to Fp, “tough as nails this one boys, and she already belongs” he started placing a hand on your shoulder. He ran his finger down your collarbone, you almost quiver at his touch. Then he hooks his finger around the chain of your necklace pulling the green eyed silver snake pendent from under your top . “y/n y/l/n was born a serpent,” they gasp at the sound of your surname. You smirk matching the one Fp had. “she’s Mitch y/l/n granddaughter”. Both of them sat down with dumbfounded looks you pick you drink back up having another swig not knowing what to say “this is Jack and Shane” he pointed introducing them to you Jack the younger one rubbing his wrist waving.
Fp looks you up and down “she our South side Princess” he called you holding your gaze. You blush bright red but liked the new nickname “oh you wish I was yours, Jones” you say back placing you palm on his chest lightly pushing him back. He chuckles giving you a wink when two more younger boys came in, with pizza and more alcohol in their arms.
a/n: ok im super nervous about this one. i was requested to do a daddy smut w joker so ill try :) and let me tell you what this joker is like, he’s passionate here about.. making love sooo yeah AND he’s not 100000% maniacal, just a little bit of a maniac. here it goes
a/n: update - im eating a banana rn :D
characters: Jared Leto!Joker, Reader
warnings: smut, swearing, daddy kink
Ever since the encounter with Mr. J two weeks ago, he was the only thing on my mind. How unfair, I get him as my only thought subject while he gets to have other things on his mind. Like… His business, Batman, police, his henchmen and other problems. I bet he doesn’t think about me at all. But God do I hope he does. What am I to him? A maid? A fuck toy? No thanks. He said he had a liking in me, does that mean I mean something more to him than just sex? I hope.
Well, I can’t hope for that. We can’t have feelings for each other, that would be wrong - he’s my boss. If he uses me just for sex - that would partly be acceptable. No, no that wouldn’t be. Jesus, what’s gotten into me lately? Have I caught feelings for him? Him?
If we could keep it as just sex, it would save heartbreak for everyone. I wouldn’t be complaining. I’m not complaining, the sex was just… wow. The best I’ve had. And, it was the only time for me and him. Did he not like me in bed? What if I was bad at it? Oh my God, I hope not.
Every day I was longing for his touch, but the only thing I received was looks and orders. This was really frustrating me. He was so complicated, I couldn’t figure him out in any way. I guess that was his goal. To be mysterious and unpredictable, closed to everyone around. Mr. J was giving me a hard time.
I was cleaning the boss’s own bedroom - which didn’t need much cleaning, but I cleaned it anyway cause there was nothing else to do - when I heard an echo of a door being shut. He must have come back from business. I heard shouts that seemed like happy ones echoing through the house, but just kept cleaning. Guess Mr. J had successful business today.
I spotted a gun on the floor and bent to pick it up.It was quite heavy. I hoped my uniform didn’t go up too high because if someone walked in, there would be quite a funny situation. I reached the gun and picked it up, straightening my posture so it would be more comfortable for me to look at it. It was-
“I would prefer the other position, doll.” I heard him speak from far behind me. My body froze, not knowing what to do. I had just picked up his gun. Oh my God, I’m so dead. Had he been watching me? I was so scared I couldn’t even think of what to say, I couldn’t move an inch. Okay, whatever happens, happens.
My breathing was heavy and quiet as I heard him walk up to me from behind and put his firm hands on my hips. What was happening?
“Be a good girl for Daddy and put that thing down, baby girl.” Mr. J spoke lowly and dominantly in my ear, his breath tingling my skin. I swear, my heart almost jumped out of its cage. I was scared, but also turned on a bit. Wait, did he ask me to put it back? But that would mean bending over again. I could just put it on the night stand. Yeah, let’s go with that option. I slowly, with my body shaking, bent forward and put the small weapon on the night stand, with his grip on me tight.
“Oh baby,” he almost moaned in my ear. “Obedient today, are we?” He said as I bent back up. He pulled me even closer to his front and I could feel his boner through the fabrics of our clothing (a/n: gOD HELP ME I HAVENT WRITTEN SMUT IN LIKE A YEAR SHBSH I FEEL LIKE IM SINNING). I sucked in a sharp breath at the realisation that he was turned on by me. Wait, was it me? Oh my God what’s happening. “Not talking, either?” He asked and laughed lowly. He was turning me on, christ.
Suddenly Mr. J turned me around to face him and pull our bodies even closer, if that was possible at this point. I finally saw him for the first time today and we were finally as close to each other as last time. He looked pretty good, his shirt was unbuttoned at the top, showing a bit of his pale chest and tattoos and he had a slight smirk on his face. My mouth unvoluntarily fell agape at the sight before me.
“Do you like what you see, doll?” He said and raised my chin up to him with his hand. His eyes were focused on my face, as if searching my features. “C'mon, talk to me. You haven’t said a word.”
“Y-yes, sir, I-”
“It’s Daddy to you now.” He butted in.
“Yes, D-daddy,” I hesitated a bit. I know I was quite young to be working here - I finished high school a year ago, and he was a few years older than me, but his ‘daddy’ fetish was a little weird. “I j-just-”
“You look like something’s bothering you, can you tell Daddy what’s wrong?”
Can I? I mean, it has to do with him. Nah, I won’t let my self-consciousness ruin this perfect moment.
“It’s n-nothing, nothing’s bothering me, Daddy.”
“Really? Are you not lying to me, baby girl?”
“I love how it sounds when you say it.” Joker growls at me, making me shiver. His left hand makes its way up my back and soon he’s holding the back of my neck tightly, making me gasp.
He pulls my face closer to his and connects our lips. Oh, so that’s what’s happening. I hesitate at first, but then put my hands around his neck and kiss him back. The way he kissed me was… with power, force and lust. I loved the combination.
I moaned when he bit down on my lower lip with his metal teeth, there was more pleasure than pain. He grunted with a smirk and untied the bow that was holding my uniform together and threw it somewhere on the floor. I kicked off my heels before he pulled down my tights, all while our lips moved in sync.
Joker pulled away abruptly, making me whine at the loss of contact. He then tightened his grip on my neck and I got it as my que to be quiet.
“Now, baby girl,” he said, moving his hands to my back, “I’m gonna lay you down.” He said and did as promised, slowly, almost teasingly, laying my back first down on his bed. The covers felt like silk against my bare thighs, they were so soft. Joker leans back up and removes his… armory. He looked great from this point of view. He looked good from every angle, actually.
“You know,” he starts speaking matter-of-factly, ”you’re lucky I’m in a good mood today. Business went really well, so I’ve got nothing to be angry about. And to come home to such a great view of baby girl cleaning up… makes my day even better.” He finished, opening the lower buttons of his shirt.
“Aren’t you lucky to have me here, all just for you, Daddy?” I asked in a sweet voice, trying to ignore the hundred questions in my mind.
“Of course I am, my dear doll.” He said before getting on the bed and situating himself above me. “But now… it’s time to play a little bit.” He said, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. “What do you say?”
“Sure, Daddy.” I said barely above a whisper. Joker showed me his wicked smile and leaned down to kiss me again. I loved how rough, but soft his lips were, I loved the feeling of them. Mr. J’s hips pressed down on mine and his hands moved up to push my dress off of me. Once it was over my head, he threw it somewhere behind us. Now he was fully clothed with his purple shirt hanging on his torso and I was in only my black matching underwear.
Joker then sat up straight and his eyes raked over my body, mine watching him intently.
“We’ve got something beautiful here.” He stated loudly with a lustful smile. “Aren’t you beautiful, my dear?” He asked rethorically and I couldn’t help but to giggle and bite my lip. I watched as his face lowered down to my neck and he started slowly leaving rough kisses on my skin. I moaned as he traced his lips down my body, the valley of my breasts and he stopped at the middle of my tummy.
“Look at me, doll.” He said quite sternly. I opened my eyes and looked down at him staring at me, his chin resting on my stomach. “Tell me what you want.” He said. He then turned his head so his cheek was on my stomach and his hands were resting under my body. “What do you want… What do you want… What do you want… Tell me, tell me, tell me…” he said, playing with the skin of my back.
“What re the options, Daddy?” I asked, in a half-moan. This all was turning me on so badly I just wanted him to take me right there, right now.
“Well… we could always just go with the boring option… or we could play games… or I could use my fingers, lips or any toy to make you, doll, pleased.” He said with joy filled eyes. “Today’s your day, baby girl. Daddy’s already happy, and he’ll be even more happy if his doll is.” He finished and I smiled at him. “So make your choice, darling.”
“Oh, Daddy, I would love to have your fingers work wonders on me…” I moaned out.
“Beg for it, baby girl.”
“Oh, please, please, please, Daddy, I want your fingers so bad.” I whined, shutting my eyes closed. “Daddy, please.”
“You sound desperate, doll, so…” He rose up in a sitting position, straddling the sides of my hips. “I will give you what you want.” Mr. J said, tracing his fingers all over my face, moving them just the way to arouse me. I bet my panties were so wet it was visible. Jesus Christ, the things this man made me feel…
His fingers moved down to my neck, then to my bra covered chest, kneading and touching it perfectly. Where has he been? He knows how to please a woman so well. He ripped my bra in half and threw it away. Multiple moans left my mouth, getting louder each time.
“Yes, baby, be loud, I love to hear you.” Joker encouraged me, moving his fingers further down my body and stopping just above my underwear. “Where do you want my fingers, doll?” He teased, tracing the line of my underwear with his fingers. “Do you want them…” he said, suddenly cupping my heat and making my back arch up from his bed. “There? Would that be okay with you?” Joker leaned in close to my face, his other hand supporting my back, so we were both sitting up. I put my arms around his neck. “Speak.” He growled.
“Y-yes, Daddy,” I managed to choke out. “Right there.” I said just before Joker pressed on my underwear, beginning to trace circles after. “Daddy, that feels s-so good….” I moaned out, dipping my fingers into his skin. He teased my center before moving my underwear to the side and continuing his work without a fabric bothering. “Daddy, please….”
“What? What is it?” Joker asked. “You don’t like it if I tease you, huh? You don’t like that?” He asked with a fake pout on his lips.
“M-more, please, Daddy…” I begged. I bet there was a satisfied smirk on his face, but I didn’t see. His finger entering me had my eyes closed shut and mouth wide open, high pitched moans leaving it. “Oh, yes…” I sighed in pleasure, only to be interrupted when he added another finger, nearly reaching my G-spot. I almost screamed when he did that, it was more of like a scream and a moan mixed together. Mr. J began to circle them both around in me, bringing me closer to my release any second.
“Are you going to cum on my fingers like the naughty girl you are?” He huskily spoke in my ear, making me near my orgasm even faster. “Go on, do it. Come all over Daddy’s fingers, baby.” He spoke and that was all it took. My body shook, if I hadn’t been holding onto his neck, I’d probably hit the bed hard. With many moans and Mr. J holding me, I finally came to my release.
“Baby, that was wonderful.” He spoke with an audible smirk. I opened my eyes and looked at him, he raised his fingers in my view and licked them clean, humming. “You taste so sweet. I wish I could taste more of you, but not tonight…” Joker said and then leaned forward and kissed me… passionately? It must be a hallucination from the mind-blowing orgasm I just had. With as much energy as I had left, I kissed him back, being laid back down on the mattress under Joker’s body. “Now, baby girl, I hope you can take one more.”
“Of course I can, Daddy.” I replied with a smile. “I can do anything for you.”
“Perfect.” He says and connects our lips again. Joker’s hands then reached down to his pants to unzip them. Soon enough the only thing he was wearing was the shirt, which barely covered anything except his arms. He pulled my panties down my legs and leant back over me. My hands slithered on his chest, reaching under the shirt and tugging it off. Mr. J quickly took it off himself, showing me the whole glory, aka his body. God, he was truly something. I ran my hands over both of his biceps, admiring how strong they were, he was. All his tattoos looked so good on his white skin, it was a total contrast.
“Doll, you’ll have another time to analyze my body, but it’s not now.” Joker spoke, aligning himself with my entrance. “I believe we have something better to do now, don’t we?” He said before pushing all the way in, making me yelp out loudly. I had forgot how roughly gentle he was during sex, god… I loved it. I loved everything about him.
“Please, faster..” I moaned out. Soon enough I got what I wanted, Joker and me both moaning in sync. He kissed down my neck while pounding into me like there was no tomorrow, totally leaving a hickey here and there.
“Are you close, baby?” He whispered lowly.
“I am now…” I said.
“Are you going to cum for the second time tonight, doll?” He teased, knowing just how to speak to get me cum sooner. “Aren’t you a naughty little slut for Daddy?”
“Y-yes, Daddy, I am…” It was so hard to speak while he was so deep in me, he was already touching my G-spot again. “Can you p-please go.. Ah! Deeper…” I asked, knowing it’d hurt a bit, but it would be worth it. Joker pushed harder, deeper into me, stretching me out a bit more than before. A string of moans came past my lips when he went probably balls deep in me, and it felt so amazing. “I’m s-so, so close, Daddy…” I moaned out, pulling him closer to me and scratching my nails against the skin of his back.
“Cum, baby, cum for me…” He said shakily, shooting his load in me just as I came undone. My legs were shaking and we were both sweating and breathing heavily. He pulled his member out of me and collapsed on the bed next to me. Now one thing I knew about him was that he couldn’t let anyone see him defeated or just… done in general. But he looked quite exhausted now, beaten down.
J looked at me and turned my face in his direction by grabbing my chin. My eyelids were dropping close already, I could barely see him in front of me.
“Rest, my doll.” He said. “You did amazing.” Him kissing my lips was the last thing I felt before totally blacking out.
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You lay sprawled across the couch at six in the evening, your hand loosely holding the heavy weight of your phone, which hadn’t buzzed for hours. It was your one year anniversary, and Ethan hadn’t so much as bothered to text you. You had drifted into an uneasy sleep when you heard pounding at the front door. Startled awake, you yawned wide and skipped over to the door, rubbing at your eyes as you pulled it open. Through your bleary vision you saw something red…roses?
“Hey, baby,” Ethan smiled brightly.
“E?!” you gasped, leaping into his open arms and burrowing your head into his shirt. Your legs came around his waist, his arms holding you tight as you sobbed into him, Ethan cooing softly and running his fingers through your hair.
“What are you doing here?” you whispered in astonishment as he placed you gingerly back on your feet.
“Surprising my beautiful girlfriend on our anniversary,” he said simply, brushing a thumb over your cheek and swiping off a tear.
“But, wh- I thought you forgot?! You didn’t talk to me the entire day, I-” you stumbled.
“Well, I didn’t want you to know what I was doing, it would’ve ruined it!” Ethan laughed, stepping through the door frame. He moved to the counter and set the roses gently down before turning to look you over.
You hadn’t moved.
“Awe,” Ethan whined, “Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you’d be so sad,” he said, extending his arms out for you.
You stepped numbly into his embrace, your head spinning.
“I can’t even begin to describe how awful today felt,” you whispered into the crook of Ethan’s neck. “I thought I did something wrong, I couldn’t figure it out, I thought you were thinking of leaving me…”
Ethan placed his cheek against your head, “I’m so sorry, (Y/N), I should’ve told y-”
Suddenly he stopped, his grip loosening momentarily.
“Ethan?” you said, pulling your head up and staring into his hazel eyes, which were fixated distinctly on something across the room.
“What did you do today?” he asked softly.
“I-why?” you said, taken aback.
“Just, tell me,” he murmured, his voice low.
“Um, I waited around for you to call this morning, and when I realized it wasn’t happening, a friend came over and spent a couple hours with me. I had to take my mind off, well, you,” you spoke truthfully.
“Did anyone else come?” Ethan asked, releasing you, and moving towards the couch.
“No? Why? Ethan, what’s going on?”
Ethan scooped low and spun around, holding out a men’s jacket, his jaw clenched in frustration.
“Want to tell me the truth this time?” he said, barely audibly.
Your cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment, “I did. Seriously Ethan, nothing happened.”
“Let me guess,” Ethan said, tossing the jacket down in disgust. “This ‘friend’ of yours came over when he heard we were having problems, that he came to ‘consolidate’ you.”
“Wha-yeah, but that was it, we ate food and watched TV, nothing else,” you said, starting to feel irritated.
Ethan made a move towards you, his hands coming flying to your wrists as he pulled your face close to his.
“God,” he muttered in frustration, his nostrils flaring in anger, “Don’t you see it?”
Your voice trembled as you shook your head pathetically, your grip on reality spinning as you drowned in his overpowering scent.
“I can’t leave you alone, not like this,” he growled softly.
“Ethan, please,” you begged, trying to pry his fingers off of you.
“You don’t understand,” he started, “what it’s going to be like for me when I leave now. The thought that some other guy is going to have his dirty hands all over my girlfriend, the thought of you letting him, the fact that I won’t be there to even stop it, it’s going to consume me, (Y/N).”
“Ethan,” you snapped suddenly, pulling his hands off your wrists, “are you hearing yourself right now?! This guy is just my friend, and even if he tried doing anything I would never let it happen! But the fact that you think I would…t-that hurts.” you said, taking a step back.
“I don’t know, (Y/N),” he sighed in exasperation, “I believe you now, but I’m going to be gone for months, which is more than enough time for someone else to see what I see in you and take advantage of the fact that you’re all alone!”
“You’re all alone.”
…You’re all alone
And you were.
You were all alone.
Your mouth fell open, your eyes brimming with salty tears as you shook your head in pain, your lower lip trembling. Ethan realized his mistake, but it was too late.
“(Y/N),” he begged softly, “I didn’t mean-”
“No,” you stopped him, “I get it, and you’re right. You wanted to go on tour with Grayson, and despite the fact that it meant my presence would be replaced with that of thousands of lovesick girls, I still supported you all the while. Because you see, I thought that if you could be apart from me, that I could make the sacrifice too. But you’re right…you have Grayson, & you’re fans, and I have nobody.”
“Baby, I’m sorry,” he gulped nervously, taking a step closer.
A crystal droplet rolling down your cheek, you extended your arm, preventing him from coming any closer, “Don’t.”
“Just, let me-” he begged, his dark locks falling over his forehead.
“We knew the risk we were taking when we decided to stay together despite the tour,” you said, your eyes fluttering closed. “You can’t even begin to imagine how much I hurt without you.”
“I know, (Y/N), believe me, I know. And you’ve been so brave, and so strong…” he replied.
“Have I, though?!” you cut him off, your eyes opening to meet Ethan’s somber gaze. “I break, a little bit more, every day. I cry myself to sleep, wishing you were next to me. I get anxious wondering how much better you are without me. But then I stop, and I remember how happy you are, and that is the only thing that’s been keeping me going. But it’s great to know that you think I would stoop low enough to turn on you after everything we’ve been through,” you gasped, your last few words coming out through a sob, the taste of your own tears prominent as they slipped between your lips.
Ethan took in a deep breath, his jaw clenched.
You looked him up and down, anger bubbling steadily in your chest.
“Tell me you trust me enough to walk out this door right now, knowing nothing bad will happen,” you hissed quietly, “and I’ll forgive you.”
Ethan’s chest shook softly as he opened his eyes, which were brimming with moisture. His skin glowed under the fluorescent lighting, his lips parted, “I-I want to…”
You shook your head, your arm dropping in defeat, “but you can’t.”
Ethan looked at you with such sadness that it took everything you had to utter your next words, “get out.”
He shook his head frantically, tears rolling down his cheeks, “no,” he pleaded.
“No,” he said with more force this time. “I’m not done.”
“Well I am,” you said, turning your back and walking away from him to hide your immense pain. “I’m done, Ethan.”
“Done with-” he began.
“Done with us,” you finished, holding back the tears that clawed for freedom behind your shut eyelids.
“Wha-” he said, taken aback, “No…no.”
You only shook your head.
“No, I-I can’t,” his voice cracked, his hands coming over his face, “please don’t do this, please don’t.”
“It was a mistake thinking we could do this. I didn’t want to let you go, so I held on to this alternate reality where we were happy, but I should have let go already…” you whispered. “It’s more than just a stupid jacket, Ethan. I’ve been holding you back from doing what you love.”
“No,” he said again, his hand on your shoulder, “please, j-just, talk to me.”
You turned around, your eyes opening, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.
“E, if you care about me, you’ll leave,” you said, staring into the fabric of his tee.
“Look me in the eyes, and tell me you want me to go,” he murmured, his fingers brushing your loose hairs behind your ear. Just the touch of his fingers was enough for you to almost take it all back. You looked into his unblinking hazel eyes, which were inches from your own.
“I want you to go,” you said, your voice unwavering.
You could see his heart shattering into a million pieces, right in that moment.
He turned to move towards the door, and you had to face away to prevent yourself from stopping him. There was the sound of footsteps clacking on the wooden floor, and then the door slamming loudly shut. You raised your head, stunned to see Ethan still standing there.
“No,” he said bluntly, his sadness replaced by anger, “not until I get to talk.”
He advanced on you so quickly that you went stumbling back, your backside hitting the wall.
“I’m not giving up on us,” he growled, pulling close to you.
“This isn’t your choice to make-” you breathed.
He took a final step, his two hands making contact with the wall, his arms caging you in. You could feel his breath on your face, and your heart faltered, your head turning to avoid his eyes.
“You’re right,” he said, “it’s our choice. We’re supposed to figure this out together.”
“Nothing you say will be able to change the truth,” you whimpered, “this isn’t working. We keep trying to hold onto something that’s already gone.”
“DON’T SAY THAT,” he yelled his fists slamming so hard into the wall that you flinched and began crying again.
You turned to look at him through your bleary vision, “Ethan…”
“Why is it so easy for you to throw this all away?” he hissed, his nostrils flaring.
“Ethan,” you begged, your chest rattling.
“TELL ME,” he demanded, his eyes growing dark, his chest pressing into yours.
You gasped out for air, embracing the tears that came, “IT’S NOT,” you screamed. “I-it hurts…” You sunk to the floor, hitting the ground and burrowing your head between your knees, your cheeks wet. A silence hung in the air, broken only by the sound of your muffled cries.
You knew he was still there, you just knew it.
You blinked at Ethan, crouched in front of you, his lips bent downwards in sadness. He slowly raised the back of his hand to your cheek, his knuckles brushing lightly against your skin, the feeling causing your heart to miss a beat. His hand trailed upwards, his thumb brushing your tears quickly off before skimming across your face and tracing your features softly. Eventually, his thumb came to your lower lip, where he tugged ever so gently. You raised your eyes to his, hating yourself for how much control he had over you. He moved in slowly, his head tilting as his lips gently made contact with yours. A single tear trailed down his bronzed cheek and onto your lips. His right hand held your face firmly to his, his chest heaving softly as he held you like that, and all the time in the world would not have been enough for how long you wanted to stay in his hold. He pulled back a long moment later, his hand falling to his side, his head drooping in understandment.
“What was that?” you whispered.
You could feel him moving away, but you couldn’t bear to watch him leave your side. A moment later, his voice came, barely audibly, from across the room.