A/N: Let me just start off by saying that I am a dirty, dirty bird for writing this. I was given a prompt for a writing contest on Mibba. This contest has since been ditched, therefore this threeshot that I worked ridiculously hard on went completely to waste. This is the only other place I could think of to put this. If anyone finds this at all offensive or categorized incorrectly, I will not hesitate to move/remove this story. Now please, enjoy the dirtiest thing I've ever written.

Dahlia wondered what she'd done to deserve everything she had.

She walked into the apartment she shared with her boyfriend, her love of nearly four years, returning from her dance rehearsal. She looked around the kitchen, everything neat and shiny. The chrome appliances shone perfectly in the setting sunlight that poured through the window. Tossing her keys in the key bowl, she slipped off the lace shawl that graced her slim shoulders and laid it over the back of the chair at the kitchen table, sighing as she pulled her black hair out of it's high ponytail and putting the scrunchie in her purse.

Sometimes, she just didn't know.

Dahlia made her way into the living room, smiling when her eyes set to the couch. Darren was fast asleep on the sectional, and Dahlia stifled a laugh. The only thing she could ever be sure about in this equation was Darren. She had always loved him, all through college. They acted together constantly, and when the moment came that he kissed her and it wasn't scripted, she knew that he was perfect for her.

She placed a kiss to his forehead, cupping his cheek. His jaw was shaded with the stubble of the late day; she loved the feel of it. It was purely him. Something of his that she didn't have to share with the Glee set. It wasn't Blaine Anderson that she was in love with. It was Darren Criss. The boy from her vocal class in their freshman year of college, with the messy curls. She loved everything he'd managed to achieve since gradation, but she missed the simplicity of their young college love. She missed being able to see him and talk to him and kiss him whenever she wanted, rather than losing him to interviews, recording sessions, and filming.

She was proud.

But she was lonely.

Dahlia walked into the bathroom, closing the door halfway and looking into the mirror. Her wavy black tresses framed her face, making her blue eyes shine brightly. She still wore her rehearsal clothing from ballet, her tied-up skirt, cami, and leggings with mismatched legwarmers. She stood on her toes, staying for a few moments, then setting back down. Her ankles hurt. She hoisted herself onto the sink counter and started to unwrap from her shoes. The door opened and Darren walked in sleepily, and she couldn't help but smile at him as he yawned.

"Hey, babe," she said softly, leaning down to kiss him. He chuckled against her mouth, pulling away.

"Back from ballet, are we?" he mumbled, smiling. "Someone looks like Natalie Portman; you arethe Swan Queen in your company. Are you turning into a swan? You gonna start plucking feathers from those pretty white pores?"

"You have quite the imagination today," she said as he moved closer to where she sat. She wrapped he legs around his waist, kissing him again. She rested her hands on his firm shoulders, letting one of her hands slowly slide down his chest, then to graze his stomach. She felt the tight muscles of his stomach moving against her hand. They continued to kiss with Dahlia propped on the counter; Darren's large hands moved from clenching her waist, to wrapping his arms around her completely. She shivered as Darren slid his slippery tongue past her lips, greeting her own tongue as if with just as much charm as he had himself. Their tongues fought for dominance, and as she pulled away, Darren clamped on her bottom lip, sucking deeply. She was able to get away, smirking and looking content.

"I needed that..." she muttered dreamily. Darren groaned slightly.

"Trust me." he began, his hands settling on her thighs, "you don't even know." He firmly kissed her again and she felt a growing bulge against her thigh. She gave him a sight, coy smirk, moving her leg up against his groin; his eyes fluttered lightly as he managed a small grunt. "Dahlia..."

"Couldn't resist," she giggled. Darren reached down to undo his belt, but Dahlia quickly hopped off the counter. "D-darren! I can't!"

"Wh-what?"

"Darren, I have to start dinner!"

He stared at her, sad, astonished, and in disbelief, his jeans open and lower belly exposed. "Dahlia... you can't be serious. You... you've gotten me-"

"Come on, Dare," she said, "you're being dramatic. I can't have sex right now."

"But… I'm hard…" he said quietly, palming his crotch gently.

Dahlia looked into his eyes; he looked slightly weak and desperate. Something in his amber eyes told her that he'd been craving all day. She bit her lip, then moved her arms around Darren's neck, pressing her mouth to his own. Playfully, she trailed kisses along his perfect jaw line, then flicked her tongue against his earlobe. She softly bit his ear and she smirked as she heard a low, sexy grunt slip from Darren's pink lips and dance across her own ear. She slid her hand into his hair, pulling him closer. "Well," she whispered into his ear, "I guess I could manage to… get you off."

She moved her mouth down the side of his neck, feeling the rough afternoon stubble on his face. She softly nipped at his collarbone, which was exposed by the low collar of his v-neck; she placed her hands on his waist as if taking the time to touch his body as slowly as possible. Darren watched as she moved lower on him. He lifted the hem of his shirt, exposing the muscles of his slightly tanned stomach. Dahlia kissed it softly, dragging her tongue down the fine line of his abs.

She quickly fell to her knees in front of Darren. She stared up at him innocently; it wasn't as if it were the first time she'd given him head, it was far from it. But she knew how much Darren loved it when she played like an obedient, innocent, horny schoolgirl. She was an actress, and this was her best character.

Darren shimmied out of his tight gray skinny jeans, his cock erect and tenting his boxers. Rather than pulling them down and letting him fill her mouth, she reached her hand on his knee, then up under the fabric of his boxers, stroking his thigh. Her fingertips lightly brushed against the base of his cock, making Darren shudder lightly.

"Oh, my!" she giggled, now in character. "Darren, your cock is nice and smooth!" Darren could only manage a low, restrained grunt in response as she traced the vein that traveled to the underside of his cock with her fingertip. Her fingers trailed further, giving his boys a playful squeeze, massaging with the ball of her thumb.

"S-shit…" Darren grumbled. His knees buckled tensely as he let out a low, throaty moan. "Dahlia… please…"

"Please, what?" she asked innocently. Darren made a frustrated noise, then reached down to free his dick from the boxers, but she grabbed his hand and tossed it aside. "No. Just tell me what you want and I'll do it." She smirked girlishly at him.

"O-okay…" he said in a lofty voice. "Then… take them off. Now." He demanded.

"Yes, sir," she said obediently. She gripped the waistband of his boxers, then slid them down his strong thighs. The friction made Darren's breath hitch in his throat. Dahlia watched, tempted, biting her lip, as his thick, hard cock sprang free from its confines. Darren blew out what she figured to be sigh of relief, having been exposed. Dahlia bit her lip even harder, splaying her fingers over his hips and lower belly, trying to control herself from grabbing him by the penis and dragging him to the bedroom. At this point, that was all she wanted to do, but the oral game was fun, and she knew that Darren loved to see how long she could go before launching at him, like a lioness with a gazelle.

"Now," Darren said shakily, staring down at his beautiful girlfriend, down on her knees for him. She stared up at him, loving the way his usually soft and sweet honey hazel amber eyes were a hard and lustful brown, "suck on it," he demanded, squeezing his eyes shut to brace himself.

Dahlia slowly settled herself in front of his cock, poking her tongue out to give it a tiny lick. He shuddered, and she seemed pleased with herself. Even slower, she let his head fully slip into her mouth. She grabbed the base with one hand and held his shaft with the other, giving him soft strokes alongside the agonizingly slow, shallow sucks she teased him with.

Darren strained his hips, desperately keeping himself from bucking his hips against Dahlia's face in demand for more. He carefully guided his hips, trying to slip more of his dick into her mouth; compassionately, she granted him a few more inches, then backed away, bobbing now. Darren let out a satisfied noise. "Ah… fuck…" he cursed, watching as she stared up at him with a smolder in her blue eyes that never broke. Her eyes batted inquisitively and he smirked, almost as if knowing what she was trying to ask. "Yeah, babe, that… nggh! Feels good…"

Dahlia managed out a pleased giggle that sent vibrations through every inch of his cock, then his entire body. He shook slightly in pleasure, pleasing Dahlia more. She enjoyed the way he arched his back until only the back of his head and the small of his back touched the white surface.

She pulled from his throbbing cock with a wet pop. Darren groaned sadly, then let out a noise as Dahlia stroked him, as if now moving to treat him to a slow and satisfying hand job, his dick and her hand now slick with saliva.

"Your cock tastes so good, babe," she told him in a sultry whisper. Darren let out a grunt, every throb of his tormented member pounding into his tight, muscular abdomen.

"Fuck, Dahlia… you're a fucking tease…" he whined. "Just… put me back in your mouth… suck more…"

She gripped his cock right at the base, gripping tightly, then squeezing all the way up, as if milking the hard appendage. Darren seemed to have mentally exploded. He made a loud moan, his head hitting the back of the wall. "Nngh-ugghn! F-fucking shit…!" Dahlia watched, squeezing up the tip, as a drop of precum slipped from his slit. Darren stared down, hypnotized as he watched Dahlia lick it away. She smirked at the taste. They had been together for almost four years. A blowjob a month every year for four years? She was very much used to the taste of his seed, at it was at the point where she had actually begun to enjoy the taste.

"Mmm," she purred. She moved her lips past the head once more, then sliding him into her mouth. Darren gasped, his eyes rolling back into his head as he felt his cock slide down Dahlia's throat, his slit rubbing the soft palate of the back of her throat. She felt quite impressed with herself; the tip of her nose touched the tightly wound curls at his base, her chin grazing his boys. He was in all the way, moments away from coming completely undone.

Darren panted; he needed to take charge. He was going to die if he didn't cum soon. His large hands slid down the wall and over his stomach, then into Dahlia's hair. She smirked around him, knowing what was going to happen. She made a weak attempt at nodding, then opened her mouth around him. His face flushed, all the way to his chest, because, well fuck, he'd never really been granted the opportunity to treat Dahlia to a good throat fucking.

And shit, it felt good to have a girlfriend with no gag reflex.

Darren's fists tightened in her black waves, clasping the back of her head, feeling her small hands holding his hips as he moved his cock in and out of her mouth. Dahlia's eyes welled up as the head of his cock bashed in her throat, but when Darren asked if he should stop, she protested.

She let it continue for just a bit more, pulling off and watching his cock spring back. Before she could put it back in her mouth, she realized that Darren had taken hold of his dick and begun stroking and pulling on himself. She saw his face, red and desperate, his pink lips dark and wet, and his hazel eyes, except for clenching in a few pre-orgasmic blunders, were locked on hers.

It only took a few long moments of Darren working his own cock and Dahlia licking, kissing, and sucking his innermost thighs, before he began grunting, groaning, yelling, and swearing, finally reaching his peak and coming undone completely, spattering his load, mostly on her pale, white face. He watched as she licked cum from her lips, wiping her face, then lapping up more of the hot, sticky cum.

Darren sighed. "Wow. That was… fucking awesome."

She stood up once her face was clean, kissing the corner of his mouth, lovingly. "I love you, babe. Now, I'll go start dinner." She left the bathroom and Darren smirked, whispering:

"Can't wait for dessert."