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luvyeni · 6 months

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❛TREAT YOU BETTER❜ ( h. renjun )

p. huang renjun x fem!reader w. 5.1k+

warnings? smut, mentions of 🍃, unprotected sex, toxic relationships

— 𖦹 ( renjun hates your boyfriend, he certain he can treat you better) !

“You only won that game because of me, stop boosting.” Renjun watched his friends argue over nonsense as they rode up the elevator to haechans apartment. “Bullshit, you didn’t do a damn thing.”

They stepped off the elevator still arguing, “Enough.” Renjun shushed them both. “You’re both pretty, give it a rest.” They switched to arguing over who was pretty, to which he shook his head ignoring them as they walked down the hall.

“Where are you?” Renjun turned his upon hearing your voice, you were standing in front of the door, tears streaming down your face. “Because you won’t give me a key, now i’m locked out of our apartment, and you’re too busy with another girl to come let me in.” They all turned to you — you noticed to putting your hand to your mouth, whispering. “I look stupid crying, there are people walking past.”

They quickly turned making there way to the end of the hall where haechan lived. “Why doesn’t she have the key to her own house.” Jaemin, mostly likely high out his mind said, completely unaware of how loud he was. “Shut up.” Renjun slapped his arm, walking into haechans unlocked apartment.

“Wassup!” haechan yelled, his small apartment already drowning in the scent of weed and smoke. “Jesus haechan how many did you already smoke.” Jeno sat down on the couch. “Not enough, did you bring it?” Renjun threw the green substance at him. “You owe me 30 fucking dollars you ass.” He snapped, the boy had sent him on a run, thinking it was only 10 dollars, when in reality it was 30 dollars. “Thank you renjunnie.”

They all sat around, jeno began rolling up the weed into blunts, renjun mind went back to you, you seemed to live there, so why didn’t you have a key? Did you loose it? So why don’t you just go to maintenance?

Seems like jaemin had the same question, cause he soon spoke up. “Haechan, whose the pretty girl crying in front of the apartment down the hall?” Renjun rolled his eyes. “Who the fuck- Oh that’s y-n, she’s crying again?” Again? This was a reoccurring thing. “Again?” Jeno read his mind.

“Yeah, this happens at least once a month, her boyfriend is an asshole and won’t get her a key, so she’s constantly getting locked out.” He explained. “Why won’t she just go to maintenance and get one?” haechan shrugged. “He doesn’t let her do anything alone, i’m surprised she is out of the apartment while he’s not there, I don’t think she had class today.”

“What?” Renjun finally spoke up. “I don’t know, she doesn’t seem to go out without him unless she’s going to class, she’s our age too, he’s like 28 and everytime I see him, I see her follow behind him” Haechan said. “He’s trash though, I hear him always yelling at her over dumb shit, cheating on her.” Renjun felt himself getting upset – why stay with a person if you’re gonna treat them like that. “and she stays? Haechan shrugged. “Somedays I hear her leaving and then she doesn’t come home for a few days, but then she’s right back here, she’s real forgiving, a bit of an air head, sweet girl though.” He passed the blunt to renjun.

“I’m good.” Haechan retracted his hand with a “suit yourself.” Renjun couldn’t stop thinking about how the tears rolled down your face, as you begged for you sorry excuse for a boyfriend to come home. “Jun? you okay?” Jeno asked, he stood up. “Where are you going?” Jaemin asked.

“To go see if she got into the apartment, where else.” He said, haechan past the blunt to jaemin. “Be careful, her boyfriend isn’t only an asshole to her, he’s an asshole in general.” Renjun definitely wasn’t scared of a coward who treats women like trash. “I’ll be back.”

“Where are you?” You barely waited for your boyfriend to answer. “I’m on my way I swear, geez why are you calling so much.” You heard him slur his words, music playing in the background. “because you won’t give me a key, and now im locked out of our apartment.” You said, tears wielding in your eyes again. “hey come here.” You heard a females voice in the back. “and you’re too busy with another girl to let me in.”

You watched three boys walk past you, furthering your embarrassment. “and I look like a fool crying.”

“Then stop being such a crybaby, I told you i’ll be home soon, why do you need a key so bad, you don’t even leave the house often, why waste money on a key.” He yelled over the music. “You don’t let me out the house.” You here his slam down another drink. “Because you can barely do anything without my help, you’d get hit by a car if it wasn’t for me, don’t be an idiot.” He yelled. “Now stay there, i’ll be home soon.” Before you could say something, you heard the click of the phone.

You sighed, sliding down the door defeated. You don’t understand why you still stay, your boyfriend used to be a good person — or maybe he wasn’t and you were just blinded by his love bombing that you didn’t notice the red flags, but whatever it was, he didn’t used to be like that, that was the only reason you felt comfortable moving into an apartment went him, but that’s when things went to shit.

He began to come home late night, drunk and covered in hickeys, apologizing over and over, until he didn’t even apologize, instead he’d just say, “I came home to you, that’s all that matters.”

You knew how he treated you wasn’t good, but you were always a people pleaser, putting everyone before you — seeing the good in everyone, and even though everyone else fails to see the good in your boyfriend, you believe he’s somewhere in there.

“Are you okay?” a voice pulls you from your inner thoughts, your eyes travel upwards, meeting his eyes. It was one of the boys who walked past you. “Hi.” You stood up, brushing off your skirt. “I’m fine.” You spoke. “Are you locked out?” He pretended that he didn’t know anything, you looked at the door, then back to him, he was cute. “Yeah.”

“Do you have a hair pin or something?” You reached into your bag, moving things around, searching. “Uh, here.” You said, he took it from you, your hands touching, he gave you a slight smile, “could you…” He motioned for you to move. “Oh o-okay.” You stepped to the side.

You watched him work on the door, he wiggled it around a bit – until you hear a click, the door was unlocked. He pushed the door open, and the reason you were even crying, came running out the door. “peaches!” The dog jumped into your arms, licking your face. “oh baby you must be so hungry.” He watched your eyes light up, biting back a smile.

You turned to him, he handed you back the hair pin. “How did you do that? You aren’t a criminal are you?” He shook his head. “no, but my friend is an idiot who gets locked out of his bedroom a absurd number of times.” You smiled. “Thank you so much, you really saved me today, my poor peaches must’ve been so scared.” He nodded watching you pet the dog.

“I really wish I could pay you back some how.” He shook his head. “I have some money, hold on.” He quickly stopped you. “it’s fine, don’t worry about it, no one should stand out like that, plus now you can feed your dog, that’s enough for me.” You hummed. “You’re a godsend.” You said.

The dog began to whimper in your arms. “Okay peaches, let’s get you some food, say goodbye to the nice man.” Renjun patted the dogs head. “goodbye peaches.” He said. “And it was nice to meet you…” you said waiting for his name. “oh it’s renjun.” You smiled, “it was nice to meet you renjun, i’m yn.” He nodded. “Same to you.” You waved, walking into your house. “bye bye.” He waved back, waiting for you to close the door, before making his way back to haechans apartment. “did you fix it captain save a pretty girl.”

He rolled his eyes, sitting back down. “thanks to jaemin being a dumbass i got the door open using a bobby-pin.” Jaemin smiled, eyes hardly open. “You’re welcome.” He past renjun the blunt. “can you finally stop worrying and smoke with us?” he took the blunt from his friends hand — shit he paid 30 bucks for it.

They all stumbled out of haechans apartment, trying to make it downstairs before the uber got there. “I’m hungry.” Jaemin slurred, “me too.” Jeno said. He walked past your apartment, eyes squinting as he heard yelling coming from the other side of the door. “seems like her boyfriend is home — let’s go before the uber leaves.” Jeno said, renjun looked back at the door, before stepping into the elevator.

“You got into the house, what’s the big fucking deal?” your boyfriend yelled, the dog barked in your defense. “The big deal is someone had to basically break into our apartment because you were too busy fucking other girls to come and let me in.” You said back, he didn’t even deny it, groaning. “Jesus yn, you’re acting so controlling.” He says, “it’s not my fault you don’t go out, but you won’t stop me from living my life.”

“I don’t go out because you don’t let me!” You shouted, “Whatever, i’m going to bed, i’ll let you act like a baby on your own.” He stumbled back to your shared bedroom. “girls like you are so needy.”

You sighed, sitting on the couch — peaches climbed into your lap, cuddling into you. You thought about where everyone went wrong, how you got to this point. Then your mind slowly drifted to the nice boy who helped you earlier — it had been a while since a boy was the slightest bit nice to you, it felt girl. “I think he’s friends with that boy down the hall, he doesn’t seem as weird as him though.” You spoke to the dog, “He’s sweet.” You smiled to yourself, laying down.

“let’s sleep out here tonight.” You grabbed the blanket, the dog cuddled to your side. “night peaches.” You closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep, your mind on the boy with the lip ring who was your knight and shining armor.

Renjun hated his job at the café, it quite literally sucked ass — but somebody had to pay half rent and fund jaemins weed problem.

“Welcome to sm café how can I help you?” he said not looking up from the tablet. “What do you want?” His mind immediately took notice of the soft voice, his eye coming into contact with you. “oh?” You finally took notice of who was in front of you. “Renjun?” You smiled, almost forgetting your boyfriend was there.

“What can I get you?” Your boyfriend spoke up. “Two ice americanos, and a slice of chocolate cake.” You grimaced. “I don’t like ice americanos, I want hot chocolate.” You said, your boyfriend ignored you. “The cake alone is too much sugar, you’re already getting chubby.” Renjun wanted to jump over the counter and punch the man as he watched you step back, lowering your head.

“You got that?” the man asked him rudely, he looked at you – you shook your head. “two ice americanos and a chocolate cake.” He typed it in, “here or to go?” Your boyfriend turned to you. “Here.” You said meekly. “I don’t understand why, but here – go find a table.” You quietly walked away. “Girls man, so fucking annoying.” He watched your boyfriend laughed. “you get it don’t you?”

Renjun rung up the card, handing it back to the asshole in front of him. “No.”

You sat down at the table in the back, you watch your boyfriend laugh at something, handing a stoic renjun his card, his face made you laugh, your boyfriend was never a funny person. You lowered your smile as your boyfriend sat down. “What a bum kid, why come to work if you’re not gonna be happy.”

“Well he does get paid like 5 dollars an hours so.” Your boyfriend eyed you. “He should be grateful, you younger kids never want to work.” You squint your eyes. “you’re 27.”

“Why are you defending him, now that I think about you seemed so surprised, you know that kid?” You could see where this was going, and you definitely didn’t want it to be in public. “He’s friends with the haechan.” Your boyfriend shrugged. “Who?” You shook your head. “Don’t worry, he’s just the one who helped me get into the apartment.”

“He’s the someone?” he put the emphasis on the he. “I mean it wasn’t like I had a choice, peaches was scratching at the door.” You said. “Whatever.” You could tell he was jealous, by the way he pulled his phone out, closing you out. “all he did was help.” You said. “I said whatever drop it.” So you did, not wanting to get loud in public.

“Here you go.” Renjun came over holding a tray, sitting your things on the table. “Two americanos and a chocolate cake.” You nodded. “Thank you.” You smiled, he felt like he could go on for the rest of the day. “You’re welcome.”

Your boyfriend scoffed, once renjun walked away. “What?” you said, he put his phone away. “You seem so fond of him.” He took a sip of his drink, standing up, “wait where are you going? You said you’d stay until you have to go to work?” you frowned. “I suddenly got called in, you can stay, don’t waste that, call an uber home.” Before you could answer, he was leaving out the café door.

“What a fucking asshole.” Renjun turned to his co-worker. “Who?” he asked, looking around. “That couple over there, he just got up and left her.” He followed their eyes to you. “She looks so sweet, how she get stuck with a dick like that.”

Renjun saw your sad face as you picked with your cake, with a frown as you took a sip of your drink, grimacing at taste. “She didn’t even want that.” He said to himself. “What?” he shook his head. “i’m gonna make a hot chocolate and take my lunch break.”

‘I’m going out tonight, don’t wait up’ you closed out the message, not bothering to answer, getting extremely frustrated at your situation. “here.” A cup with steam was sat in front of you. “The hot chocolate you wanted.” Renjun sat in the seat where your boyfriend sat.

“You didn’t have to.” You said, “Don’t worry about, owner gives us a free drink every day.” You smiled, taking a sip. “Thank you.” He nodded. “it seems like I keep owing you for doing things.” You chuckle to yourself, he thought it was cute. “You seemed like you needed it anyway.”

You frowned, “I guess it’s pretty obvious.” You said. “That your boyfriend is a dick?” you chuckled, he smiled. “yeah I guess.” You said. “He wasn’t always like that though.”

“I believe you.” He said, “some people change, whether it’s good or bad, they change.” You nodded. “I guess.” He didn’t know you that well, but he just wanted to wrap his arms around you and hold you close to him. “Renjun! Your 15 minutes are up, let’s go!” he cursed under his breath, wanting to sit with you longer.

“it looks like duty calls.” You smiled at him, he got up. “are you gonna be here longer?” he asked. “I think i’m gonna finish this and then head home.” He nodded. “Renjun!” he turned to his coworker. “I’m coming!” you chuckled, “go before you get in trouble.” He smiled, you waved him off.

“Bye renjun.” You waved on your way out. “Bye yn.” He watched you get into your uber. “here.” His coworker slapped a tissue on the counter. “What is it?” he picked it up, reading the number. “I assumed she didn’t leave it for me.” He stuffed the tissue into his pocket, fighting back a smile as he got back to work, his mind full of you getting him through the rest of his shift.

He texted you that same night once he got home, you had told him that you were waiting for his call, which made his heart flutter — both of you talked and talked all evening, until jaemin came bursting through his door talking about hitting the bong with jeno, to which made you chuckle. “Ooh are you talking to a girl?” jaemin said in a singsong voice.

“Get the fuck out.” Renjun threw a pillow at the boy. “Hurry before it’s all gone.” He closed the door. “He seems fun.” Renjun scoffed. “he’s annoying.”

“we’ll i’ll let you go smoke with your friends.” He was gonna kill jaemin, you had mentioned earlier how you didn’t really enjoy the smell or the feeling of weed. “I don’t do it often I swear.” He felt like he had to prove it to you. “don’t worry i’m not a cop.” he smiled. “i’ll talk to you soon, I have to go feed peaches.” You said. “okay, I call you soon, tell peaches I said hello.”

“will do, bye renjun.”

“you ruin everything.” Renjun stepped out into the living room. “did I?” he said, “or does the fact she has a boyfriend ruin everything?” jaemin past him the bong. “Both.” He took a drag.

“Jesus he is a fucking asshole.” Jeno said, renjun had explained what happened today with you and your boyfriend. “Exactly, he is horrible.” He was livid just explaining it, you didn’t deserve that at all. “and she gave you her number.” He nodded. “I say go for it, her boyfriend is shit.” Jeno shrugged.

Upon hearing that from his friend, he tried to get to know you through text and calls — he learned so much about you, you were studying to be a teacher, you loved kids and it was your life’s dream to be a teacher. He also learned that peaches was your dog that your mother gave you before you moved out, that’s why you loved her so much.

Your text and calls, soon turned into FaceTime calls while you studied, or cleaned your room — he even accidentally called you while you were getting dressed, to which you quickly told him you’d call him right back, both of you spent hours talking to each other, growing closer and closer.

“When are you coming back to the café?” He sat on his bed, watching you crotchet a new plushie, on any other occasion, this would’ve bored him, but watching you look so happy while doing something you loved made him happy.

“Why? You miss me?” you teased he smiled. “Mmh, I do.” He said, watching you shy away. “s-stop it.” You said trying to hide your smile. “Besides that’s your job, you can’t slack off there by talking to me.” You said. “Well how can I see you if not at the café?”

You wondered that too, there was no way he could come over and hang out, your boyfriend would flip out. “We’ll make a way, I promise.” You held out your pinky, you were so cute. He laughed, mimicking you, holding out his pinky. “Promise.”

“I feel like i’m funding two homes, ours and haechans.” Renjun sat the snacks he bought on the table. “You all need to seek employment, your parents pay for everything and that’s the problem.” He said. “Okay daddy, sit down.” Haechan said. He scoffed, sitting down pulling out his phone. “whoa is that yn?” haechan said. “Why is she your lockscreen?” he had forgotten about that, it was a photo you sent him of you and peaches laying in ned, you looked so cute he couldn’t help himself.

“He didn’t tell you, he found himself falling in love with neighbor.” Jeno smirked, “spends hours and hours talking to her.” He threw the pillow at the boy. “Shut up jeno.”

“Good for you, and her — her boyfriend is constantly cheating, she needs payback.” Renjun shook his head. “we’re just talking.” He said. “she even calls him while she’s showering.” Jaemin said. “oh, it’s like that.” Haechan wiggled his eyebrows. “its not like that, it was once and by an accident.” He said. “did you see something?”

“No you fucking perv, she hung up and called me back once she was finished.” Haechan shrugged. “Look we’re not judging you, if you want to fuck my neighbor, go ahead.”

“We’re not fuck–.” He was cut off by a loud scream. “looks like they’re at it again.” Haechan said. “yn and her asshole of a boyfriend, please take her away so I can have some piece.” Haechan said, taking a puff of the blunt.

“It’s been going on for a while, one of them normally leaves by now.” Haechan said, just as you heard a door swing open. “get out!” he heard you yell. “i’m sorry I swear.” He also heard your boyfriend, he stood up. “wait jun, this is normal, it fine.” It didn’t seem normal though, he slowly opened the door just to hear.

“yn listen to me, i’m sorry.” Your boyfriend pleaded as you threw his close out the house. “no, not this time.” You screamed. “you hit me!” he had found the innocent text messages between you and renjun, and went mad, and when you told him that at least it was innocent unlike the ones with random girls.

He didn’t take too well to this, and words began flying back and forth. “you’re just an little idiot kid, you need to grow up.” Which resulted into you saying, “you’re almost thirty, how about you stop going out every night and fucking random drunk 20 year olds.” You didn’t even recognize what you said, nor did you have time to process anything before you felt the sting of his slap across your face.

That when you broke, all the anger and pain came flooding out of you. “yn.” You slapped him back, going to your room. “yn wait.” He said. “I want you gone.” You said. “yn you’re being irrational, let’s calm down.” He said, making you even more mad. “irrational? Irrational, you hit me.” You grabbed his clothes. “You made, you’re constantly pushing me.”

“I’ve allowed to much from you, i’ve had enough.” You opened the door, throwing his clothes out. “Get out!” you screamed.

“Baby please I didn’t mean to hit you, it’s just that you made me so mad.” Renjun felt his blood boiling. “Calm down.” Jeno said, “don’t go all crazy.” He listened, opening the door wider, stepped out, he wasn’t the only one, a few other people stood out watching everything go down.

“Look at this, you’re embarrassed me.” He watched your boyfriend. “You did that yourself.” You tossed more stuff out. “I said enough, stop being stupid.” Renjun had enough, fully walking out of the apartment. “just let me back in the apartment.”

“No.” You seem your boyfriends eyes darken again. “You bitch I said- hey!” renjun shouted, both of you turned your heads. “Renjun.” You said, wondering if he heard anything. “She said leave, then just go.”

The older man smirked, “what is this?” he questioned, “You called him or something.” You rolled your eyes. “I didn’t, just go, go stay at a hotel until you find an apartment to stay in.” you said. “Why so you fuck your new boyfriend in our bedroom, like the little whore you are?” your now ex was basically slandering you.

He then turned to renjun, “you want her?” he walked over to the boy, face to face. “You think she’ll stay with you, she’s fucking obsessed with me.” He smirked, renjun tightened his fist. “What? you’re gonna hit me, stupid kid, hit me, go ahead.” Renjun saw red, before swinging, you shrieked. “renjun.”

Your boyfriend stumbled back, his nose bleeding. “Now go.” Renjun said, but the guy just kept coming towards him, but before renjun could even do something jeno stepped in — now renjun wasn’t scared of the man at all, but jeno definitely had an upper hand on the guy, and the guy thought so to.

“Before you do something you do regret, just get your shit and leave.” The guy picked his stuff up, turning to you. “I’ll let you calm down.” He scoffed walking away.

“You, okay?” he said immediately going to your aid, everyone had long gone back into their apartments. “yeah i’m fine.” You said, a red bruise forming under your eye. “look at your eye.” He said. “I’m fine.” You said, and you genuinely were, you felt like for the first time you could breathe. “Some ice and i’ll feel so much better.”

You moved your body to the side, “you can come in.” he turned his head down the hall where his friends were ushering him to go in. “Unless you’re busy.” He shook his head. “N-no i’m not.” he walked into your apartment, your dog running up to him, jumping on his leg. “she likes you, that’s a good sign.”

You walk into the kitchen, grabbing a few heart shaped ice cubes putting them on a piece of tissue, putting it to your face. “How could he hit you, that fucking asshole.” His fist balling up again, you grabbed his hand, rubbing his knuckles. “i’m fine, you did more damage to his nose than he did to me.” You took the ice from your face, putting it on his hands. “He deserved it, how could he do that to your pretty face.”

“You think i’m pretty?” you smiled, teasingly. “Yah! at a time like this, you’re making jokes?” He couldn’t help but smile at you. “See, just smile, now we can hang out here.” You tried to find the bright side. “You want to hang out with me that bad.” He teased back. “Of course, I do.” His eyes flickered to your lips. “I really want to kiss you.”

You weren’t as shocked as you should’ve been, you both felt the tension during the phone calls and face-times — there was definitely something there. “Then kiss me.” He smiled, grabbing your chin, pulling you into a kiss.

He held you softly in arms, his hand on your waist and you passionately made out in your kitchen. He pulled away, giving you a few more pecks on your lips. “Been waiting to that since I first saw you.”

He grabbed your hand, guiding you back to your bedroom, pushing you softly on to the bed, climbing on top of your body. “renjun.” You sighed, your fingers tracing his jaw. “tell me what you want.” He said kissing your fingertips. “Will give you anything you want, you just gotta tell me.”

“I-I want you, please.” That was all he needed, before he was pulling you into another passionate kiss, you pulled at his belt loop, softly moaning into the kiss.

“Jun.” you whimpered as he left little kisses in the spot between your shoulder blades, his lips grazing your chest all the way down to your stomach, stopping right at your waistband. “pl-please do something.”

He tugged your shorts down, tossing them, the wet patch on your underwear telling him how much you wanted this. “You’re soaked baby, you really need me?” you bit your lip, nodding. “So cute baby.” He rubbed you through your panties, you whined. “n-no teasing.” You pouted. “I won’t tease baby, I promise.”

He pulled your panties down, your glistening cunt made his mouth water. “Fuck.” He sighed, kissing your clit. “Need to taste you.” He licked your cunt. “jun.” you moaned out, he took that as a sigh to keep going, licking at your folds, kissing your clit.

It felt so good, you haven’t felt like that in a while, grabbing his hair, pushing him further into your cunt. “Fuck renjun, s-so good.” You moaned, he hummed against your cunt, you felt your long-awaited orgasm approaching. “i’m gonna cum jun.” you moaned out loudly. “Fuck i’m cumming!” you moaned, thighs shaking around the boys' head as he licked up your juices, pushing you past your orgasm. “j-jun.”

He pulled away, licking his lips. “Shit pretty you came so quick.” He smirked, your face heated up, and you turned your head shyly. “Well he never…” He finally processed it. “You’ve never gotten head before.” You covered your face. “Stop it’s embarrassing.”

He took your hands away from your face, “no it’s not baby, what’s embarrassing is that sorry excuse of man, missed out on tasting your pretty cunt.” You moaned at his lewd words. “S’okay though.” He spoke. “Now you have me, i’ll eat that pretty cunt whenever you want, all you have to do is ask.”

He unbuckled his belt, climbing off you to get rid of his jeans, along with his underwear — climbing back on top of you, his cock was hard against his abdomen, leaking with pre-cum. “So pretty junie.” You reached down, stroking his cock. “Fu-fuck baby if I don’t get inside you I’m gonna explode.” He groaned, moving your hand from his cock, replacing it with his own, stroking himself as he lined his cock with your dripping hole.”

“Fu-fuck you’re so tight.” He grunted as he sunk deeper into your hole, hitting your cervix. “R-renjun.” You moaned. “S-so big.” He groaned, you clenched around him. “Fu-fuck don’t do that, i’ll cum if your pussy keeps clenching like that.” You moaned. “Pl-please move.”

He pulled back out, slamming right back into you, both of cursing out as began to move – his hips snapping against your with such vigor, he held your legs opened, fucking into you deeper. “Fuck this pretty cunt is driving me crazy.”

He lifted your shirt, toying with your nipples. “Pretty fucking baby, gonna take care of you.” He grunted. “gonna treat you way better than that fucking asshole.” You moaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “that’s it baby, let yourself go, you gonna cum for me.” He pushed into you deeply, the curve of his cock hitting that spot that had you seeing stars. “fuck, you’re gonna cum?” he toyed with your clit. “y-yes.” You moaned. “Pl-please.”

“Go a head, cum for me.” He grunted, pinching your clit. “Cum for me pretty girl.” You let yourself go, your mouth dropping open as you came, squeezing him tightly. “Fuck” He quickly pulled out, cumming all over your cunt. “Shit.” He breathed out.

He was quick to kiss you once again, his hands coming up to yours, interlocking them. “You’re mines now.” He said pulling away, letting your hands go, caressing your face. “not ever gonna harm you, okay?” you smiled. “promise?” you held your pinky out, he laughed — you were still so cute. He interlocked your pinky, kissing your knuckles.

“I promise.”

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jakessbtch · 2 months

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☆ party | j.g

masterlist | requests

TW ✿ ° : mentions of drugs/alcohol, swearing, drinking, arguing/angst, mentions of drunken sex, sexual implications.

pairing ✿ ° : johnnie guilbert x plus-sized reader [s/h]

summary of fic ✿ ° : After getting home from a party, where everything went wrong, she brings up an event.

requested by ✿ ° : no-one

word count ✿ ° : 7k

a/n ✿ ° : its finally here! after weeks! x

Parties were probably the worst thing known to mankind. They were so horribly messy, forcing a bunch of horny and carefree young adults, barely over 21, into a 2-bedroom house, with barely any room to walk. Typically, it was so full that the countless people who decided to waste their time and attend, would spill helplessly into the front and backyard, where they’d either find someone vulnerable to grind on or a bush to throw their guts up in. There would be loud rave music, and discarded items of food, just waiting for the unfortunate to slip on, and did I have to add the common issue of no room to breathe? I mean sure, there were a few bare sofas, and dining room chairs in which were free for rest, but they were for the losers who couldn’t speak to other people. For the losers who showed up to the event alone, or had their companions desert them earlier that night, right? right. And that was where I was sat, in the kitchen which was filled with discarded cups, and few people seeking for more alcohol.

Anxiety crippled through my chest as I observed all those around me, laughing, and having fun. There were so many people, and not one face I could recognize. I deemed that this whole night had been a waste. My friends had left me to stand alone in a crowded room, and my best friend, Johnnie, left me to fight against the cruel world of drunken slurs and catcalls I couldn’t prevent. I was so scared, what if someone tried to do something, hurt me, fight me? So many prying and disgusted eyes. No matter where I glanced, someone was watching me, with awkward smiles, and looks that poked at my appearance. My big and foul appearance. This wasn’t my crowd, these weren’t my people, just look at me. I was wearing baggy grey jeans and some jacket I grabbed off the floor, which probably hadn’t been washed in a week. While every other girl I saw, wore skims and crop tops, showing off their little waists, while I tried to hide my big one.

My hand cautiously grabbed a hold of my phone, the grip tight and very much laced with hidden fear. Being on my phone was the best scenario, it would be a silent sign to passers, that I was busy in a text conversation. When I brought up the familiar note’s app, I prayed no one saw the screen. Not only would I be at a party alone, but being so much of a loser that I couldn’t even involve myself with a text interaction? All I could think of in that moment was, if it was somewhat believable. Would someone still want to speak with me? Was I shaking? I was sure I was shaking, but could other people see it? I closed my e/c eyes for a moment, trying to regulate my anxious breaths. The thick scent of weed and cigarettes filled my lungs, still not seemingly putting my mind at rest. Wasn’t that the whole point of smoking and weed? It was all so stupid now, I had always been told to ease up at events, but why not now? Why was it so difficult now that I was sitting by myself?

“You’re sitting alone. Are you alright, y/n?”

I flinched at the sudden voice, someone wanted to speak to me. my eyes instantly flashed up, them laced with all the pent-up fear I had experienced, but for the first time that night, I was relieved. Sam Golbach, someone I barely knew, someone I hardly spoke to. Though, someone to finally accompany me. Sam used to live in the same house as my friend, Jake Webber, who I used to work for at the time, with editing. Jake and I are really close, I thought of him as a brother, which meant that at some point, I’d meet his other friends, Sam, Colby Brock, and Corey Shearer. Jake always took me to small gatherings and social groups the group would shamelessly create on Friday nights. Though, during those late nights, I never stayed long, I never stayed long enough to become close with all his friends. Yet, I did stay long enough to enjoy Sam’s generous company. I offered Sam and gentle smile at his wanted concern, pulling my h/c hair out of my eyes.

“I’m fine Sam, I just want to go home. That’s all.”

Sam nodded gently at my sweet confession, his blue eyes swiftly washing over the multiple sexual interactions displayed by passing people. They had a lot of bravery displaying such intimate actions in front of so many people, in front of so many judgmental eyes like my own. However, Sam’s caring eyes diverted back to me, giving me his sole attention and a reassuring smile. His face was full of concern, and I genuinely felt that he cared for me. It seemed that he understood my fear and discomfort in a way, as if he had been in my unfortunate situation before. Sam’s company kept me grounded, the company of someone I knew made me relax. Friendly, small gatherings gave me the feeling I felt during that moment, as I knew mostly everyone who would attend, though here, it was different. I knew very little people, and I was sure everyone here was in the same boat as me. They didn’t know anyone, which made tonight the perfect ‘one-night stand’ breeding ground. A night to live and forget.

“Here, might help?”

I gently took the time in looking down at Sam’s outstretched hand, a singular red polo cup aimed in my direction, filled with a liquid I could only assume was alcohol. I never really drank at parties, because eventually I’d get too carried away, and I’d do regrettable shit that I’d find out the next day, things that would haunt me. As well as the fact, I never took drinks from other people. I didn’t know what would be in them, I’ve heard plenty of spiking stories in my life. Yet, Sam wasn’t just anyone, everyone I knew trusted him. Jake trusted him, Tara, Jake’s ex, trusted him, and Johnnie did too. They were all smart people, knowing right from wrong, and if Johnnie could trust him, a small piece inside of me claimed that I could as well. My hand graciously accepted his offering, deciding that I should just take a single drink for the night, nothing more. Afterall, I would find myself driving someone, if not all my friends, home.

“Thanks. Enough about me, are you having fun?”

My voice was hoarse as I asked him the question, deciding to divert the conversations away from my wellbeing. Who cared if I was having a rough night? Sam should be focusing on the events of his night. My lips graciously sipped the sour alcohol, the soda it was mixed with bubbling in my stomach. Sam spoke with such ease, despite the loudspeakers that sent shockwaves of sound throughout my body, and likely his own. We spoke about a few things; Colby, Creating Content, and parties. However, the conversation drew out, occupying multiple minutes of our time. How late was it? Should I find Johnnie or Tara? Jake would be drunk so he would be no help. When the plaguing thought of leaving Sam filled my mind, he beat me to the quick goodbye we shared, claiming that he had to find Colby. I was grateful for that, as the red polo cup had been emptied, and I was sick of the constant rave music radiating off the walls.

“Sorry.” “Excuse me.”

Walking through that huge and messy crowd might as well had been the worst decision I could have possibly made. No one cared that I was there, as I was being tossed around like a dog’s used chew toy. Thrown into wooden furniture as if I was nothing. All I wanted to do was turn around and yell at the rude obnoxious assholes who made my search longer, and slightly more painful. As a final resort, to get out of the sweaty and foul crowd, my hands had traced along the wall, trying to find an empty hall, or vacant room, where I could catch a breath. Where I could have a moment alone. While I was searching for the said unoccupied room, and my missing friends, I was quickly starting to tire, still regretting this whole night. I wanted to leave, and sooner than ever, why was it so hard? Suddenly, after what felt like forever, I felt a door slip from underneath my fingers, and I had never been quicker to realize that it was an unlocked room, praying that it was empty.

The minute I was blessed with the muffled music, and the loss of sweaty bodies, I had slammed the white wooden door. The silence accepted me so easily and fondly, and for the first time that night I felt relieved. I turned around with closed and relaxed eyes, not taking note of the pair who were comfortably sat on the sofa, seemingly a while before I got there. Though when a dainty and polite cough reached my aching ears, I practically jumped out of my skin. I had no idea what to expect walking into that room, a blow job, boobs? No, none of those. What I was faced with was a really pretty girl, and the last person I’d expect her with. Johnnie Guilbert. Though I didn’t care about him, what I cared about was how pretty that girl was. She had long dyed pink hair, piercing blue eyes you couldn’t forget. She was so slim as well, the complete opposite of me. when I looked at her, the hatred for myself grew. The hatred for my weight, for my skin, it just seeped into my chest, like venom. I wanted to cry, to throw up, to get rid of this suffocating feeling. I wanted to be the girl Johnnie was so clearly interested in.

A small part of me had been crushed that moment, my heart. Everyone around me knew I liked Johnnie, God, even he probably knew. I was so obvious with my feelings, complimenting him when I could, giggling whenever someone said Johnnie and I looked cute together, but he was so insufferable and awkward to say anything about it. He avoided every question about us, so I took the hint that he hated the thought of a relationship with me. That feeling wasn’t foreign, it happened a lot when you looked like me. Boys gushed about having a ‘bigger girlfriend’, but when they had the chance, they were so quick to shut it down. They didn’t care about us, they cared about a good social image. With that image came feelings, the feeling of hate, and a feeling I felt that johnnie had. I wasn’t over my own opposite feelings, and with Johnnie abandoning me during the first 5 minutes to likely speak to this girl, if felt like a sucker punch to the stomach.

I felt sick looking at the two, the serotonin radiating off of them like a heater, though, I suppressed those gut-wrenching feelings. I had to come to the realization that Johnnie wasn’t the one for me. He was the one for her, her face was red under the dim lights, her smile stretched across the room, and his face reciprocated hers. He was happy with her, and I was happy for him, even if that meant the own destruction of myself. The destruction of my romantic interest, I’d have to destroy it, for him. I waved to the two awkwardly, my e/c eyes cautiously flickering back and forth between the two. Then, silence fell on the three of us, awkwardness. I tried to speak, but nothing came out, why couldn’t I speak? Where was Jake and Tara? I wanted Tara so desperately, I wanted to tell her to drive me home, to get me out of here, to get me home. Johnnie coughed awkwardly when he noticed my trance, and I breathed out, in one shaky break, I whispered.

“I’m going home.”

I had to get out of there, I had to leave the two be. I didn’t realize I was so rude, and I intruded in on something I regretted. Without another word, I left the pair sitting on the white sofa, while I shoved my way back through the messy, carefree crowd. There were no apologies this time, I didn’t care for anyone but myself. I didn’t care about the rude comments about my weight and ignorance, them drowned out by the loud music. Did the music get louder while I was dying emotionally in that room? Was the heater on, why was it warmer? The one thing I knew, was that I needed air. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, there were so many people, so little air. After what felt like forever, I found the front door. When the cool LA air kissed my face, a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. The air accepted me openly, putting my nerves at rest, and opening my mind, forgetting the previous events momentarily.

“Hey y/n/n! you alright?”

When the slurred, yet delicate voice was made known to my ears, I immediately knew who it was. Tara, just the person I needed, just the person I wanted. I was going to gush to her about what happened, about how it felt like everything leading to this moment was pointless. I always informed her about my feelings, about everything when it came to relationships. She called it ‘girl-talk’, however, by the tall and giggly man behind her, I held onto my tongue. In such a crowded place, with ears seeking for nothing but drama, someone would tell Johnnie, or that girl. It was all so complicated, and I already had enough of tonight, I didn’t need more. I looked back to the shorter girl, nodding shyly at her generous concern. I wouldn’t tell her about this, sometimes silence would beat the lying, the lying of my wellbeing. Truth was, I wasn’t fine in that moment, though I didn’t have to rudely affect others with my faults.

“I’m going home, tired, are you two driving with someone else?”

Jake started to loudly sing the 2000’s pop-rock song blaring from the confinements in the crowded, messy home, as if he had no care in the world. As if this was his last night alive. My eyes gently down casted to the two, how they seemed to fit right in with this crowd, and the comparison with the fact that I didn’t. I felt so out of place, like a sore thumb. While Tara was one of the most gorgeous women I had ever met, she was the definition of perfect. She looked amazing all the time, wearing cute little outfits, and being so precise with her make up. She was always so confident and kind to her friends and family, she knew how to control her jealousy and all her feelings. And Jake wore skimpy clothes without a worry, wearing crop tops, and styled skinny jeans with fingerless gloves. I envied the both of them, in silence. Tara shrugged nonchalantly, gaining my short attention once more.

“We’ll get someone to drive us, what about Johnnie?”

“What about me?”

I flinched at his sudden introduction, of course he had to appear now, out of all times. Why couldn’t he appear when I was sulking miserably in the kitchen, when I was alone? However, like most times, my bitter attitude was painfully obvious. The sudden distasteful expression I acquired, put Tara off drastically. Her dark brown eyes flickering between the two of us knowingly, as if she somehow knew what had happened minutes before in that room. As if she saw the interaction between the girl, Johnnie and me. When I looked up at Johnnie, I ignored his messy dark hair he hadn’t styled for hours, and the smudged blue eyeshadow spread amongst his eyes. What I did notice was that the girl he was talking to, was now gone. She wasn’t lurking behind him, like a lost dog, she wasn’t at his side. He left her alone like he did me. I bitterly ignored his presence, turning to Tara and clarifying.

“He can come if he wants, but I’m tired. See you two later.”

Biding my goodbyes felt different now, or was that the sinking feeling I had in my stomach? However, besides that uncomfortable feeling, I begged for Tara or Jake to stop me. Yet, with each passing step, and each crunch on the gravel, my hopes drowned out. Though, a new hope sparked, a hope that Johnnie wanted to stay. It was obviously selfish for me to not want him to accompany me, but my night was already ruined, I didn’t need it to get worse. Distracting myself soon occupied my thoughts, my eyes wandering to the various groups of tired people. Their hushed murmurs, and the small giggles that admitted from the social circles, distracted my mind from Johnnie. My hand gripped the car door handle, listening to the bright conversations around me for a few more seconds. Then, I decided it was enough, I decided it was alright for my thoughts to corrupt my mind, and I got into the driver’s seat. The slam of the door never put me at ease, and Johnnie's approaching figure made it worse.

As Johnnie got into the car, and the engine started, my questions started to shamelessly dart around the air. The questions that made grow to hate myself, more and more, with every passing minute. Why did Johnnie leave me to stand there, in a crowd of unknown people, like an idiot? Why did he suddenly become so interested in talking to new people? However, I wasn’t a seeker for the answers I needed, and I remained silent. I continued to ask myself those questions, from the minute I was sitting in that kitchen, to now, driving home in my car. With each passing minute, which felt like hours, the air grew thicker, and my mind ran faster. What were I to do now? How could I get over something so dear to me, how could I get over Johnnie? Did I try dating apps, but who wanted me? Men liked girls who could be picked up, who could wear their clothes as a dress, they didn’t want me. My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, my stomach dropping lower than my feet.

When watching the bright street signs flash past the moving car, I simply recalled the fact that Johnnie hated parties like me. That’s actually how we came to be friends, best friends. Every single party, every single gathering, we were attached by the hip. Never apart. We were always together, but that didn’t stop the thought, the thought of; what had changed now? Had I not given Johnnie the validation he needed, did he seek that validation from someone else? Why hadn’t I been enough for him? The feeling of insecurity suffocated my chest again, every time I noticed that the feeling was gone, it resurrected stronger. Why was I feeling like this, why was I so defensive over someone who wasn’t even mine to begin with? Johnnie wasn’t my boyfriend. I had to realize that. He had his own life, and I needed to start living mine, and stop worrying about my looks, and my weight, and how I acted. I had to stop being such a push-over.

When the house rolled into view, I was sure to park on the edge of the road. In a safe area in which I knew I wouldn’t have to pay for insurance. I didn’t share a house with Jake and Johnnie, but I did live around 15 minutes away, not far. Though, I was gravely unsure if I’d stay awake the whole drive back, the settling fear of a collision pictured in my mind. I was sure Jake wouldn’t mind me staying, I’d probably sleep in their unused spare room, and at some ungodly hour of the morning, Tara would join me. My eyes drooped as we made our way to the front of the door, the walk remained silent, and chilling. The only thing making noise were our steps echoing around us. Then, before long, I found myself looking at Johnnie, no, admiring him, but no longer with love, with question. I never questioned our relationship, though now, it was the only thing I could possibly think about.

Johnnie took the honors in locking the front door once the two of us were safely situated inside, while I took my time in wandering to the cleansed kitchen. I didn’t notice the darkened man enter after me at first, though he made himself known when he gently pushed his way past me, looking for something dry to eat. It was a recognized habit johnnie had adapted to after parties, after he drank. If he ate dry foods, he wouldn’t throw up, it was smart. While Johnnie searched the pantry, I remained silent. The silence was thick in the air, only growing with each second, in which I was observing his turned figure. How could he just ignore me? Did he not care, or was it rather that I had to say something to him? Did I ask why he left me to wallow in my own social fear? Ask him what type of confidence had overcome him in those meek few hours we had been apart? I dropped the car keys on the marble countertop, an overwhelming sense of unconscious mind coming over myself.

“Why did you leave me Johnnie?”

“What?”

The gentle slam of the cabinet made fear lurch within my stomach, regret climbing its way into my throat. In that moment, I regretted ever talking, I should have just shut up. When his ice blue eyes rested on my slightly shorter figure, I felt so vulnerable, so afraid. I had a quick tongue, always biting back against strangers, so why was it so different if it was my best friend? Why was I so afraid of being mean to him? At the realization that I was afraid of losing him, I shrugged slowly. This all felt stupid; did I even know what I was meaning anymore? I felt as if I was spitting gibberish. Johnnie’s face was obviously laced with some sort of confusion, and something clicked inside of me during that moment. Something bubbled, a small tinge of anger, clear frustration. I was frustrated with the fact he didn’t seem to understand what I was saying, no one did. I was suddenly glad I had brought up my issue, because now I really saw if he cared or not. It really made me question; did he not care about me anymore? What had changed?

“What do you mean ‘what’? You left me alone at the party, for 2 fucking hours. I didn’t know anyone there!”

My once small and timid voice had now raised higher than it ever had, the anger extremely prominent in my tone. I never got angry at others often, every time I was close to ruining my mood, I would attempt to reason. However, I couldn’t reason now, I wanted answers. There were so many unsaid feelings, that were starting to overload my voice box, begging for release. Though, I never wanted them shown to the world, never wanted to show them to Johnnie. I vowed to keep these feelings to myself, until the time was right, though, was there even a time anymore? Had that time happened long ago, me to oblivious and insecure to realize it? The time had passed for me, and now Johnnie was invested in finding love, him never even waiting for me.

“Whoa, y/n... look- “

“No! Do you know how embarrassed I was? Sitting alone!? I was petrified!”

Johnnie’s right hand made no attempt to silence the loud slam from the closing cupboard door, his frustration and annoyance radiating alongside my own feelings and emotions. However, I didn’t care how he felt anymore, because he didn’t care about me. My feelings weren’t relevant to him tonight. Johnnie’s large black boots made a loud thump on the cold tiles, him not hesitating to step in my direction. The contortion of his once calm face gave me a silent sign that he was trying to control the anger that was begging to be shown to the world, but that made me the slightest bit more frustrated. Why was he angry at my reaction, why was he mad? He had spent his night laughing along with one of the prettiest girls I had ever seen, he should be ecstatic about tonight, he should be happy, right? I rolled my e/c at his attitude, I wanted to drop the situation, ignore it, though I wanted answers more. I wanted to know why.

“It had always been you and I together at parties, and now you run off! What about me Johnnie!? Fucking say something!”

“I… I don’t know what you want me to say.”

An apology would be amazing, though I didn’t say that. What did happen at his response was the expected rage burning through me at his nonchalant attitude, why couldn’t he just say sorry? Before I could think, my body reacted with my hands throwing my car keys into the walls. With the sudden adrenaline, and the lack of realization to what I had just done, I ignored Johnnie’s hard flinch at my actions. I didn’t care. I was sick of being overlooked, sick of being called the ‘fat friend’, sick of being that friend that had no other emotion apart from humor and platonic love for others. Ultimately, I was sick and tired of being hurt. I had anger, and sadness, and jealousy, and I was sick of hiding it away. So, I wouldn’t be a push over anymore, and within a few silent and short moments, and little hurried words, all those emotions spilled out, along with wet, fat tears and stuttering. With a big shaky breath in, I dryly whispered to the boy.

“Do… do you know how many people pointed and laughed at me? yeah, ‘let’s laugh at the bigger girl, who looks as if she’s never been to a party before’...”

“y/n... come on, you- “

“Sam had to sit with me! Ou-out of pity too! You should’ve been there Johnnie! But you were talking... with some girl… and leaving me behind…”

My once confident voice noticeably cracked towards the end of my sentence, the pain in my tightening chest making itself obvious to Johnnie. The only thing I could think about was how embarrassing this was, being jealous over something out of my control. I wanted to run away and hide, forget this conversation ever happened, maybe even leave the country if I was lucky enough? But I couldn’t just do that, I had to face this at some point, especially since I brought up this whole situation. I would never tell Johnnie how jealous I was, how jealous I was of that unnamed girl, I wouldn’t even tell Tara, one of my closest friends, I vowed take my feelings to the grave with me. Until death. In the sudden silence, I never looked at Johnnie, afraid of what his expression was. Was he disgusted? Humiliated? I was, with myself. My left hand hastily brought itself up to caress my pudgy wet cheeks, trying to hide the mascara filled tear stains that had blossomed in the midst’s of my outburst.

“So, you’re jealous?”

Johnnie’s voice was clearly tired, however, by his groggy and annoyed voice, I simply got the overwhelming feeling of butterflies. Though the feeling of being flustered soon was overcome with anger, and sudden disbelief. Out of everything I said, he came up with the thing I already knew. My jealousy, I wouldn’t tell him that I was of course, it was only fuel for the ego that was taller than he was. The ego that I seemed to hate so much. I wanted to rip all my hair out, asking myself; why couldn’t he just understand me for once? I wanted to slap his pretty little face, I wanted to explode with anger, I wanted to tell him how I’d leave him here to rot alone, though when I opened my mouth, jaw slack, nothing seemed to come out. Nothing but silence. Nothing but heavy breaths, for a long unwanted moment. Then, once again before thinking, a small anger-filled whisper managed to roll itself off my tongue.

“I am not jealous.”

“Then why are you acting like this?!”

His voice sounded desperate for answers, answers I didn’t know if he wanted to hear. He sounded like me, so pained, and upset, but I wondered; Did he want to hear about how scared I am of his feelings, of my own feelings? Did he want to hear that I have loved him for months on end, picturing a future where we stood in front of a suburban home with two kids and a dog? Did he want to hear that I am convinced I am in love with him? Because I believed no one has been in love with him for as long as I have, I believed that my feelings weren’t just a crush. I cried most nights, wondering why I didn’t make a move when we hung out, or why he didn’t compliment me one night when I looked my best, I believed these feelings were not normal. Johnnie needed an explanation to my actions, an explanation to why I had yelled at him, why I was so suddenly aggressive. My e/c eyes cautiously rose to look at his saddened blue ones, and the silence settled once more. With another shaky breath, I explained everything to him.

“Because I’m scared Johnnie. I’m scared of you loving someone else, I’m scared of being hurt, and being forgotten.”

And for the first time that night, I finally felt heard. Johnnie sheepishly nodded at what I said, eyes down casting to the floor and sucking in his lips, deep in thought. This situation had been dragged out for months, years if you looked close enough, and it was so clearly affecting everyone around me, around us. When I told Tara my feelings, she had made a huge effort to pair the two of us together, while Jake would band along with her, contributing to her actions. Though, when Johnnie would decline any offer, I’d get disappointed, I’d be upset, and thoughts would plague my mind. My drowned moods would suffocate everyone else too, them getting a fowl taste in their mouths over the two of us, and our attitudes. Tara would express her concern, and Jake would ask to make it all better for us. And I would decline or ignore them, because it was my issue, not theirs. Now, after months, I was finally addressing it, because I was tired, so tired, tired of running a race that Johnnie never showed up for, tired of putting my all into something I wasn’t benefiting off of.

“So that’s why I’ve been acting like a ‘jealous’ and ‘lonely’ bitch.”

“What if I’m scared too?”

My stomach simply lurched at Johnnie’s hoarse voice speaking above my own. The newer question was brought to my attention. Why was he scared? He didn’t harbor such feelings for me, right? I racked my brain for reasons, reasons for why he would like me, and it slowly started to make sense, slowly started to make itself known to my consciousness. I would remember the way his hand would linger around my own, afraid of touch, or the way he would be ghastly concerned if I drank more than 3 drinks at a party or gathering. The way he would care for me. I always brushed it off as something friends did, I had seen plenty of friends upset over drinking habits, and holding hands, so was it really different for us? I wanted to cry again, cry at the intruding thoughts, though I felt numb now, like I had drained every feeling I once had before. How did I ignore all of this, and was it too late? Too late to apologize and erase all this from my mind? I covered my reddening face with my hands, too embarrassed to face my simple realization, and all the tiredness I was unaware of crashing into my mind like a wild tsunami wave.

“What if I’m scared of dating again? What if I’m scared, I’m going to hurt you?”

Hurt me? Didn’t he already do that enough by making a stupid effort to avoid me? Leaving me confused for the whole night? I didn’t know how to respond to his words, his question, everything I thought of, came off as stand-offish and rude, so all I could do was shake my head bitterly. Obviously, it was fair enough, he could be scared of this, so was I, but by the way he had avoided me tonight, during one of the times I needed him the most, I knew it wasn’t a responsible way to act, it never was. He had hurt me, and gravely, making me rethink everything leading up to this moment. I painfully looked down to the fallen silver car keys, them resting silently on the white floor tiles. While I still tried to cascade my brain and mind for how I could respond to him, in the nicest way possible. Though, the only feeling I could succumb to and notice, was the suffocating feeling of anxiety, and giddiness.

“What if we aren’t meant to be with one another, y/n…?”

“How would you know we aren’t meant to be together, if we haven’t even dated before? There’s only one way to know for sure.”

I muttered out, pinching the bridge of my nose with my pointer and thumb. It didn’t shock me how tired and weak my voice sounded, as yelling and sobs ripped my throat raw, it was very expected. However, due to my attention being diverted on my sore and sickened throat, I didn’t notice Johnnie making his way over to me. I didn’t notice him, until he was standing right in front of me, hands balled at his sides, messy hair, and blue eyes wide with an unrecognizable expression. With a surge of confidence, his right hand softly rested on my shoulder, it wrapping around to the back of my neck and resting there. His fingers gently dug into my skin, strands of h/c hair wrapping around them subconsciously. My eyes instantly flashed up at his touch, anxiety rushing throughout my body. It was so obvious that he was nervous as well, with the sight of his hands shaking, and the adrenaline seemingly pumping through him.

That was when I realized that this was my moment, my moment to show his how much he meant to me. An action, that I would shamefully perform, one kiss. one kiss couldn’t ruin a friendship, right? If it did ruin this, then so be it, because if Johnnie and I were meant to happen, then we would. We would find a way back to one another. So, without a second thought, I took that chance, I took that moment. My hands instantly latched onto his thin tattooed neck, gently forcing his head down and giving him all my emotion through the touching of lips. I had never kissed someone like I did Johnnie that night, I had never kissed someone with so much passion, so much want. I didn’t take the time to hyper-fixate on his body language, barely noticing his shock. I just desperately tried focusing on the continuous buzzing that radiated in my head. What I did notice was how Johnnie reciprocated the kiss, his hand moving from the back of my neck to the side of my face, his fingers so soft. He held me so delicately, as if a porcelain doll, skin so fragile and brittle, and for the first time in a long while, I felt like an art piece, I felt like I was finally someone's muse.

“Woah.”

I didn’t quite know when the pair of us became a trio, or rather a group, though when the familiar and feminine voice of the Tara Tompson filtered into the enclosed area, I had never been so quick to push Johnnie away from myself. Regret settled in my veins, should I had let him go like that, so soon? I could have held him just a little longer, I swore I could, though I didn’t. Behind the short girl, barely shorter than myself, was the tall and stumbling figure of a clearly intoxicated, Jake Webber. His thick scent was laced with weed, cigarette stench, and hard alcohol, giving me the sense that he had only gotten worse due to Johnnie and I’s departure. Though his attention wasn’t focused on me, he was far more interested in Johnnie, with a big, wide, slurred smile, and a lot of emotion in his body language and features. While Tara’s dark gaze was placed on me, and my stiff and uncomfortable posture. Bewilderment. That’s the word I’d use to describe her face, her expression. Was my surge of commitment and bravery really so shocking? I guess I wasn’t exactly outgoing, but I wasn’t that introverted either, I was a loud person, I challenged those who did wrong, so why was this different too?

“See... d-dude! I told you to ju-... ugh- just kiss her!”

Tara hissed frustratedly at Jake’s hiccups, muttering something inaudible from my stance. Though I didn’t care for the words that spilled from her maw, I was to interested in what Jake had said just moments before. ‘I told you,’ So Johnnie had been thinking about this moment, thinking about kissing me before? The knowledge of this had my stomach and chest twisting and fluttering, an uncomfortable, yet giddy, feeling arising more and more within a few short moments. Tara then grumbled at Jake, a loud and aggravated groan leaving her throat when he didn’t seem to be cooperating. After a few sharp whispers, Tara simply apologized to Johnnie and I, and they hastily stumbled away from the two of us, likely to Jake’s room so he could sober up and sleep. The interaction left Johnnie and I standing there alone and slightly stunned, the awkward aroma filling the air. My eyes drifted away from the doorframe to look at Johnnie, but he had beaten me to gaining to others attention. His eyes were already placed on my own, breath heavy and eyes clouded with the little alcohol he had drunk prior. I didn’t know what to say to him, so I whispered an apology.

“’M sorry…”

“I didn’t like her.”

I nodded subconsciously and silently, Johnnie’s strained and quiet words giving me knowledge that he was aware of the other two in the home. Though I didn’t bother acknowledging them, I was far too focused on how horse and rough his voice was, and shamelessly it had complimented his messy and unkept appearance well, or well enough to make my knees weak. His messy dark hair, jarred out wildly, while skimpy blonde roots carefully crept up the strands, barely noticeable. His dark blue make up had been smeared across his face, etched around his bright blue eyes, making them more noticeable than ever. Dark Tattoos writhing their way around his neck, the large black spider mark settling on his throat as if it was a mark since his birth, built to be there. I was staring at him for too long, too quietly. Once I had taken the effort to draw my attention from Johnnie’s attractive personality and expression, I looked down to the cleansed tiled floor. Was that it? After this would we go to bed and forget everything? Did I even want that?

“I like you. Your humor, your appearance, your kindness. I like you… more than a friend.”

“Then quit treating me like I’m less of one.”

Every single word, every single syllable that seeped from his mouth, set off a tiny firework inside of me. Fireworks in my chest, my feelings were the embodiment of the fourth of July. I had never felt so seen as a person, so honored for how I felt, and looked, and only moments prior, I felt invisible to the world. I was so vulnerable, my feelings were overlooked, ignored, and now they were noticed and appreciated more than ever. Overwhelmed, that’s what I was during that moment. Overwhelmed with my own feelings, and Johnnie’s pure ones. How was I to react now? Did I go to bed, or make the effort to hug or kiss him? Before I could make the decision in what I was to do, Johnnie had started to shake his head. His eyes moved away from my own, to the items on the kitchen countertop, him deep in thought and consideration. He opened his jaw to speak again, hand gripping tightly on his skinny jeans as he spoke confidently.

“I’m sorry y/n/n.” I love you.

“I know. I love you too.”

And for the first time in my life, I hadn’t felt like the ‘fat girl’, I felt noticed for more then my humor and weight. Johnnie made me feel wanted and seen. Since that moment, I had taken everything seriously. I took my problems, my life, my achievements, seriously. They all suddenly had purpose to me. I had commitments now, a commitment to Johnnie, a commitment to a lifelong promise that I vowed to never break. Johnnie made promises of his own, promises to never ignore my struggles, to hold me when needed, and the promise that I would always be his. From now until death do us part; And I wouldn't have it any other way.

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luciathcv · 2 months

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er ist ein gangster - jjk

summary: gangster!jungkook x reader - in which you fall in love with a gangster (inspired by vorstadtjunge by sxtn) || warnings: suggestive content (no full on smut), they smoke weed, mentions of a gun || genre: fluff, established relationship || word count: approximately 1400

when he came over to you in a party

you should've pushed him away

told him to fuck off

you knew that he was no good

your friends warned you about him

but you couldn't help it

you hung out for the remainder of the party

him and you

and then, he offered to drive you home

you weren't sure what that would lead to but one thing you knew for sure is that you weren't about to let him fuck you after only a few hours of knowing him

he arrived in front of your house, the only reason he could do that was because your mom was out with her friends, not there to witness her daughter getting dropped off by jungkook

jungkook kind of had a reputation

a bad one at that

before you got out of the car, jungkook kissed you

you kissed him back, okay with just this but then you felt his hand going under your shirt

you pushed his hand away, telling him you weren't ready for all of that

he brought his hands away, holding them up, "my bad, i should've asked." he says

you can't help but giggle a little

you exchanged numbers while at the party so you guys both started texting ever since that night

he was working towards getting his license to become a tattoo artist

you had noticed his many tattoos on his arm and on his hand

you found it kind of hot

you were only still a senior in high school which was okay since he was only a year-ish older than you

one day, after school, you were starting your walk home when you saw a familiar matte black car pull up beside you

the tinted windows were rolled down and you looked inside and saw jungkook in the drivers seat, motioning for you to get in

so you did

he drove around with you for a while, talking, all that

he said he wanted to take you out that night

you were still in your uniform and just gross from being at school all day so you told him that you needed to back home but were fine with it

he gave you a small smirk before driving you back home

he kissed you once more before you left his car and went inside to get ready

later that night, around midnight, you got a text from jungkook saying that he was here, parked around the corner

you snuck out through the back door, something you'd never done before him, and headed to his car

he drove you to a place by a cliff that overlooked the city

he made sure that he backed into the parking spot so that he could open the trunk and sit with you back there while still being able to admire the view

you both sat in the trunk and he pulled out a little canister

in the canister was blunts, pre-rolled up and ready to be smoked

he took one out and pulled out his lighter that he always kept handy in his pocket

he lit the blunt that he held in his mouth with his teeth and took a puff

he then offered you the blunt but you declined (at first)

he just shrugged and didn't pester you anymore but after a few minutes, you were shyly asking him if you could try it

he handed it to you and you put in your mouth

you took a hit and couldn't help but cough a little as you handed him back the blunt

he laughed a bit

"first time?" he asked

"yeah.." you shyly admitted

"don't be shy. i can be your first time for a lot of things." jungkook responded

you shyly slapped his chest in embarrassment, making him laugh again

the next weekend, he invited you to come to his place

he picked you up, and drove you their

not wanting you walking around their alone

he didn't live in the best area

he knew that

but he knew he'd protect you as long as he was there with you

you walked inside his small house

you were shocked that he could even afford this place at such a young age

even if it wasn't much, it cost a lot to have a house

you were so innocent in that way

you and him drank, smoked, and just chilled and well, one thing led to another and you lost your v-card to him

that next morning, you'd woken up before him

you weren't sure what to do

do you do the walk of shame out of here?

leave while he's still sleeping without a word

or what?

when you went to get out of bed, he groaned and stopped you, asking where you were going

you stuttered as you tried to find the words

he just pulled you closer to him, hovering over you and kissing you, "you were really just going to leave?" he asked with a small smirk

"well, i thought that was what you wanted a hookup-"

you knew his reputation

he was a textbook fuck boy

but for him, this was different

he wouldn't have even bothered texting you after the first night if you were like the other girls

let alone, hang out with you all these times

"do you want this to just be a hookup?" jungkook asked, still hovering over you

"no.." you admitted nervously

"then i don't either." he says

weeks went by and you were still going steady

thing was, you still weren't exactly aware of his... affiliations, i guess you could call it

you never really took the time to connect the dots

that was until one night

you were chilling on the couch with him

watching a movie

when there was several aggressive knocks in his front door

you flinched and he sighed, patting your head before getting up and walking over to the door

you watched as he opened the door slightly and started talking to someone

he looked back over to you and when he saw you looking, he pushed the guy back a little and stepped out of the place, shutting the door

after a few minutes, jungkook came back inside

you look over at him and he walks over to me, sitting down next to you and putting his arm around your shoulder like nothing even happened

"who was that?" you ask

"a friend." jungkook responds

"a friend?" you repeat

"yeah." he says

"what happened?"

"what do you mean?" jungkook asks

"he was banging on the door.."

"it's nothing, baby. don't worry about it." jungkook tells you

you pout a little as you scoot away from him a little, not liking that he obviously wasn't telling the truth

jungkook let out a huff, "what's wrong?"

"why are you lying?" you ask

jungkook doesn't say anything for a few moments

"baby, i'm just looking out for you." he tells me

"how?" you ask confused, but with a bit of attitude

"babe, drop it." jungkook responds, passively

you do drop it, but that doesn't mean you act like nothing happened

you push his arm off of me and move to the other side of the couch

jungkook huffs, truth be told, he had a bit of a temper

"come here." he tells you

"no." you say

"y/n." he sternly said

you gave in, moving closer to him

"baby, i... i'm involved with some bad people. you understand?" jungkook asks

you don't say anything as i connect all of the dots in my head

the fact he has a whole house so young, the way he constantly had drugs on him, the gun that i'd found in his glove box, the way he'd always tell me he was busy but never tell me why, his tinted windows, the way he always seems to have money to spend

"oh," you say, understanding what he was getting at

"i'm sorry, baby. i should've told you from the start. i knew you wouldn't want to be with me if i did, though. i'm so selfish. i shouldn't have even gotten you involved in all of this." he tells you

you just pull him into a hug and he hugs me back

"i love you." you say, saying those three words for the first time in our relationship

jungkook stiffens a little before relaxing, "i love you too." he says back

er ist ein gangster

doch ich werde ihn für immer lieben

he is a gangster

but i will love him forever

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bunni3thebard · 6 months

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Through the Walls

A/N: I always lean towards Eddie’s POV, I dunno why. I’m trying this out, so hopefully it’s not too bad. Enjoy my take at second-person POV. This story started out as just being a oneshot, but then it kinda became my baby, so I hope you like it!

Vampire!Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: You’ve been in Hawkins for almost a year now. It was nice, an escape from painful memories and a way to start fresh. After so long isolating yourself, you decide that it’s time to make friends, get to know someone so you’re not so alone. One of those friends happened to be your Cryptid Neighbor.

Warning: swearing (I'm a sailor), weed usage (smoking) (I think that's it?? lol)

Chapters:

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Chapter 1: Silent Scream

Your neighbor was a cryptid.

At least, you were convinced they were.

You knew someone lived there because of the lights that would come on and off, and the shadow figures moving behind the curtains. Not to mention that the walls were thin as fuck, so you heard them watch TV and play guitar and listen to metal music obscenely loud during the midnight hours.

But even though they kept the same crazy hours you did, you've never seen hide nor hair of them.

You started to make theories about what kind of person they were. Like that they were a burn out whose parents paid for everything for them so they didn't work, just farted around all day–hence the 4am jam sessions.

Another theory that had struck you one night while working a double at the Hawkins ER was that they were a drug lord and had to keep odd hours to evade the police.

But you wrote off that theory since you'd thought it up while sleep deprived after an 18 hour shift.

You entertained the idea of a squatter, but then why would they have electricity?

You had finally come to the conclusion that you were lonely as fuck and you obsessed over the identity of your mysterious neighbor because you were long deprived of human companionship and thus you hyperfixated on a superficial meaningless thing to distract yourself from being alone.

Or maybe they were Mothman…

Thankfully the grocery store kept late hours on the weekend, and that's where you found yourself on your free Saturday night. You'd woken up naturally around seven pm, even though your alarm was set for nine, and decided to putter around your house until your alarm went off so you could feel like you were properly lazy.

You sat contemplating cereals for a few meandering seconds, sure your eyes were blinking at an astronomically slow pace. You'd smoked a bowl to help you sleep and felt like it hadn't completely left you. You just hoped your eyes weren't red.

Grunting, you shoved both boxes into your cart and turned to move on to the next aisle when you crashed into someone else's cart. "Shit." You hissed below your breath, rubbing your stomach where the handle of the cart had roughly jabbed into you.

"Damn, sorry about that!"

Looking up you met the soft face of a brunette woman who looked about your age with her hair pulled back into a messy bun and long-sleeve black shirt falling off one of her thin shoulders exposing her bra strap. She gave you a sheepish smile and you shrugged.

"No harm no foul, although if you do it again I'll take it personally and make no bones about it: I will cry." She snorted, making you grin in triumph.

"Don't worry. I don't make it a habit of accosting people in the grocery store." She pulled her cart back from yours.

You hummed, "Good to know I'll be a one-and-done hit-and-run."

Her smile was cute. She had a strong jaw with a petite nose that scrunched up adorably as she grinned.

"I'm Nancy." She'd offered her hand.

You hesitated.

It had been a while since you'd earnestly interacted with someone outside of transactional exchanges, like for work or buying things or paying bills. People were messy. Maybe it was the paranoia from your past–trauma you couldn't shake that clung to you like a second skin–but you'd been wary of making friends on the off chance your name gets around and spreads to corners of places you didn't want it to go.

It was ridiculous. Narcissistic in a way.

So you ground your teeth and mustered a smile hoping it looked genuine and shook her hand.

You stood outside staring at the moon for a while dressed in nothing but a size 8XL shirt you snagged from Wal-Mart cause it was soft. You knew you should smoke inside, no telling when someone might rat you out to the cops, but the moon was full and the stars were bright. You weren't used to how clear the sky was in comparison to the city, even after a year.

Your eyelids fluttered, vision hazy as the weed worked its magic.

Nancy had invited you to some neighborhood get-together next week that was popular in Hawkins. Said she hadn't seen you around before and was surprised you'd survived a year without becoming the talk of the town. You blew out a heavy stream of smoke, humming to yourself thoughtfully.

But that had been the point, right?

Keep a low profile, stay hidden.

Sighing, you took another deep drag of your joint, holding the burning breath as tight as you could. You watched the stars dance in your vision before you finally exhaled.

God you were fucking lonely, though.

You scrubbed at your head, mussing up your hair. Curiosity was easy to take hold in your high state, so you peered towards your neighbors apartment and saw a shadow in front of the curtains. You squinted, eyeing the light blue fabric for a while since your vision was blurry. You could've sworn you saw a sliver of it be pulled aside with tentative fingers. You blinked slowly, sighing heavy through your nose and mumbled to yourself, "Fucking bigfoot in there for sure."

Turning back around to your apartment door you sucked in the last bit of the joint and dropped the roach to the ground, bending over to squish it with a rock to make sure it was out. Standing with a groan, you walked barefoot back to your front door. You were like, 90% sure the complex was just repurposed from an old Motel 6, but it was cheap and they sprayed for bugs every Tuesday, so you didn't complain.

It was small, enough space for your bed with a loveseat to watch your shitty TV that sat on top of your dresser and a micro kitchen they built in the corner next to the door for the bathroom. There was no kitchen sink and the fridge was half-size, but you were one person so you didn't quite care enough to complain. You did wish the fridge drawers were a bit bigger so they didn't catch on all the food packages you shoved in there.

Maybe it was because you were high, or lonely–or maybe a combination of the two–but you slid your hand across the wall that connected your apartment to your cryptid neighbor's. Then you tapped the starting notes for "Shave and a Haircut". You waited a breath, not sure if they had even heard it.

But then there it was: "Two Bits".

You grinned, giggling like Scooby Doo as you danced over to your bed, throwing yourself down with a bounce on the cheap twin.

Since you had smoked, sleep came easy. You were lulled into dream after weird dream courtesy of Miss Mary Jane. There was one where you went grocery shopping with Bigfoot and another where you went on Jerry Springer because you were pregnant with Mothman's baby.

You were curious what kind of cryptid your neighbor was.

The neighborhood block party was, for all intents and purposes, a Hawkins bash.

Apparently it was a pretty regular affair every few months: a potluck with a few dad's who wheeled their grills to the end of a large cul-de-sac to cook up some burgers and dogs, some artsy fartsy mom's who made crafts for the younger kids to do, and sparklers and poppers for the older kids to get into mischief with.

There were maybe fifteen to twenty adults and a smattering of an equal number of kids.

You had brought a shitty box of cookies from a bakery a few blocks away from the hospital since you couldn't cook anything on your extra small stove. You also had switched shifts with Beverly–fucking ray of sunshine she was, grunting and groaning about working on a Saturday night, but you had taken her Sunday so she could get bent–so that you could be here, at this lovely affair.

You were starting to have regrets.

You watched a few pre-teens wave sparklers around in glee, making to poke and prod one another with the burning end. You wondered if you should step in, knowing that there were some second degree burns waiting to happen, but a random mom came over and grabbed each kid's wrists in warning. You slunk away to the food table.

You set your meager contribution down and turned to eye all the adult women, trying to find your potential petite new friend.

They all had their hair done up in that style where their bangs spiraled out in delicate feathering with the ends curled towards their shoulders. Some had simple ponytails decorated with hair bands and colorful scrunchies. You ran your fingers through your hair self-consciously; you hadn't done anything, merely brushed it and hoped for the best as you donned your nicest pair of jeans and a thrifted Van Halen '79 tour shirt. You figured since it would be outside the party would be a casual thing, but the dresses and blouses these housewives wore made you think you were a little unprepared for the mandatory 'Sunday Best' dress code.

You fiddled with the ends of your shirt.

You contributed to the sacrificial neighborhood potluck, maybe the Gods will be pleased enough to let you leave without seeing Nancy.

You turned to make a break for it and nearly bowled over the brunette in question.

Cookies were not a good enough sacrifice.

Her smile was bright and her blue eyes lit up at seeing you. "Hey, you made it!" She went in to hug you and you tensed, locking your arms to your side in the world's most awkward exchange of physical affection.

She gave a nervous smile and pulled away, "Sorry, too soon for hugs?" Her chuckle was used to try and break the tension and you were grateful as you laughed along.

"No, it's just–I uh… haven't really hung out with anyone for a while, so I guess I'm just getting back into the swing of how friendship works." You shrugged, rubbing the back of your neck.

Her eyes sparkled at your admission of seeing her as a potential friend. She grabbed your hand and pulled you over to a small group that hung around the edges of the block party.

The first one you noticed was a taller Hispanic man with the most beautiful hair you had ever seen in your life. It was lustrous and hung past his hips, swaying gently with his movements. He smiled, eyes half-lidded but sweet, giving you a gentle nod as Nancy motioned to the group, giving your name.

"This is Argyle," she pointed at the man with the incredible hair.

"Robin," next was a thin, lanky woman with messy dirty blonde hair that hung a little past her chin. She had a dusting of freckles across her nose and a charming crooked smile. She wiggled her fingers in a sweet hello.

"Steve," the man next to Robin was broad-shouldered with a just as square jaw line. His eyes were slightly turned down at the ends, giving him this sweet puppy-dog stare matched with a megawatt smile. He had some random freckles and moles that decorated across his face and the visible areas of his arms that made him look a lot younger. He nodded to you, giving a weird wink that you were sure was supposed to come off as charming, but was mildly unsettling.

"And my husband, Jonathan!" The last guy had a small upturned nose with a low brow that was covered by messy strands of mousy brown hair. He gave a shy smile, nodding to you while bouncing lightly. Over his shoulders he had a baby vest strapped to him and a very crabby looking baby facing outwards. Their face was scrunched up, looking more like a potato than a child, and they had wispy brown hair that was stuck up wildly like their head had been rubbed with a balloon.

Nancy smiled proudly, tickling the cheek of the child that gave a low, annoyed hum for an impressively long amount of time. "And this is Eliza, my daughter."

You gave a pinched smile, waving awkwardly. "Hey."

"'Sup Brosephina," Argyle smiled, offering you his fist. You chuckled, tapping yours against it lightly. "A pleasure to aquaint with you." He stuck his hand back in his pocket, the other holding the neck of a Pabst.

"An enjoyable aquaint with you as well." You rocked awkwardly onto your heels.

Argyle's smile grew and he nodded, "Right on." He laughed.

"Hi," you looked over to Steve who held out his large hand in greeting. You shook it, noting that he was gentle when shaking yours, but gave a squeeze before he released you. His smile was adorable, but he was definitely trying to flirt. You were curious if it was just an unconscious thing, or if he was actually putting in effort. "Nice to meet you."

You gave a soft nod in reply, but before you could fully pull your hand away, Robin shot forward and grabbed it giving you a few firm shakes, "It's really good to meet you, I think I actually saw you a while ago–my girlfriend's daughter broke her arm and I remember you gave us all strawberry Jell-O before we left."

Your eyes widened and you pointed at her with your other hand, "Oh yeah! Dotty! She was freaking adorable. How's her arm?"

Robin's smile was glowing and she squeezed your hand tightly, "She's good, her whole class signed her cast and when she got it off she begged to keep it even though it smelled like old shoes."

You barked out a laugh, unknowingly squeezing Robin's hand back, "Hell yes, that's awesome. A trophy of her triumphs! I recommend a pantyhose sock full of cat litter, it helps a ton with the shoe stink."

Robin's eyes widened and she gave a dramatic gasp, "That's freaking brilliant, oh my god, thank you!"

Jonathan snickered, "You got chronic stinky feet?" He teased, eyes glimmering as he bounced his daughter.

You smirked, dropping Robin's hand and leaning into your hip, "Maybe, or maybe I've learned a thing or two from working with older nurses. But I could also have insanely stinky feet, and now you know my shame."

Everyone laughed and you felt your smile grow, your shoulders relax, and you let yourself feel like you belonged.

You didn't feel so alone anymore.

The block party ended up not being bad. Although, a guy named Andy Barker had tried to hit on you when you went to grab a hot dog ("You like 'em long and juicy, huh"–barf) even though his wife was within eyesight. Nancy had warned you that they often did that: flirt with other people in front of each other to get their partner jealous.

It was absolutely insane, small towners were bonkers.

You had snagged a bag full of cookies for the road, not including those from the bakery you had gone to as they were a little rubbery and sad. Argyle gave you a high five.

"Choice snack Brochacha, need a muchie master to inspire your partaking in said chocolate chunks?" You blinked a few times, unsure of what in the hell he was trying to say.

Jonathan snickered, leaning over to translate, "Do you want some weed with that?"

Needless to say: Argyle was your favorite.

Pocket a little heavier with two freshly rolled "Blunts of Friendship", as Argyle called them, and a couple of sandwich bags full of pilfered cookies, you walked up to your door with a smile.

You had made friends.

It was nice, this feeling. You hadn't been able to know companionship, even platonic ones, in such a long time it was like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. Maybe not all the weight, but it was lighter and it felt good to breathe with a little less paranoia pushing you down.

You jiggled the keys into your lock but stopped, turning ever so slightly to look at your neighbor's door. It was a gawdy yellow with a plaquard of gold painted numbers reading "2D" decorating it. The paint on the numbers and the door was chipped in places and faded from natural weathering. You didn't see any shadows in the window and the light wasn't on. It wasn't surprising since the sun was still, technically, out.

It was sunset, the sky lit up by a golden-amber glow that slowly sunk into the royal purple of the evening as it met the horizon. Night would fall soon.

You weren't sure what compelled you, maybe the giddy feeling that came from making new friends, or from having a really good day, but you strolled over to the door and stared at it, feet placed only a few inches away. Looking down at the bags in your hand, you placed one of them against the wall next to the door and sighed.

Nerves were starting to eat at you and you looked at your apartment door that was about ten feet away, then back to 2D's. Sucking in a deep breath for strength, you gathered your bravery and knocked on the door three times before booking it to your door: 2C.

Slamming your door behind you, you kept the lights off and took deep gulping breaths. That was the fastest you'd ever run in your life, you're sure of it.

You slunk to the floor, splaying your legs out in front of you as you caught your breath, thumping your head back against the wood of your own gawdy yellow door. You shut your eyes.

You don't know why in the fuck you decided to dong-dong-ditch some cookies for your cryptid neighbor.

Maybe it was because you had developed a weird relationship with them in your head: mysterious being that occupies the shitty motel-esque apartment next to you that may know your struggles because they keep the same weird hours you do. You had put too much thought into them and they became a being you considered a friend in the fantasy of your mind.

You wanted to include them in the block party.

You had sat there for a good ten minutes, breath caught, and you didn't quite know what to do with yourself now. You didn't want to go to sleep–no matter how fucking tired you were from staying awake during the day–but you were at an impasse of not knowing where to go or what to do.

And that's when you heard it.

"Shave And A Hair Cut".

The smile that spread across your face pushed the apples of your cheeks up so high you could see the tops of them in your vision. You laughed softly, bringing your hand up to the wall and replying.

"Two Bits".

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talkingtomattyaboutit · 1 year

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Bad Decisions

A/N: this is my first fic so pls be nice haha. it’s been probably 5 years since i’ve written anything other than poetry so i would appreciate constructive criticism!! also, i got the ideas for this after getting high and had a dream about being with matty lol. and if you like this and have an idea for a request let me know!! i love writing and i struggle with ideas sometimes. i also am experimenting with different povs so the next one might be different.

warnings: smut (18+), cheating, drugs, spanking, choking, degradation, bit of cnc i guess?, littlest bit of exhibitionism, violence, blood

prompt: Y/N is dating George, she gets high with Matty and cheats on George. “You’re a dirty fucking girl,” and “Tell me I’m better than him.” Also inspired by the video of Matty yelling “FUCKING SAY IT!!

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I couldn't help but feel anxious in this situation. I often struggled with anxiety, but this felt different. There I was, sitting alone in the living room of my boyfriend's house. George must have been running late from his 'errands' he had to complete after school. I wasn't stupid, I knew that George always stole some money from his parents to buy coke and weed before they went on a trip. Though sweet, George had little to no self-control or responsibility.

His parents had gone out of town for the week on an anniversary vacation, leaving George by himself. They knew he was capable of surviving on his own for a week, even if that meant eating frozen pizzas every day while they were gone. I always made fun of him for his lack of 'adult skills' that most 17-year-olds have. The boy couldn't even do his own laundry, yet he insisted on moving in with Matty after graduation. I couldn't imagine that duo living together.

The anxiety returned to my chest as I heard a noise come from upstairs of the house. I quickly rose from the couch, walking slowly towards the front door. Did someone break in? I heard heavy but slow footsteps making their way closer to the staircase. I couldn't see the figure, but I heard their low mumbles.

"Who's there?" I questioned, the fear evident in my tone. I knew George's parents would be furious if their house got broken into. I held my breath in, hoping that would mask my fear.

I soon saw two tattooed feet step down the staircase. They were followed by the shadow of long legs, a bare torso, and a mop of curly hair. Matty. Of course.

"Aw, how sweet, you came here for me? I always knew you wanted me more than George." He said with a smirk. He continued his walk down the stairs, meeting me at the bottom.

"Oh fuck off," I let go of the air I was holding in, relieved that there was no threat at all. Except for a threat to my sanity.

"Did I scare you, love?" He questioned. "No, I just didn't know anyone was here. Why are you here?" George hadn't mentioned anyone arriving early, and by the looks of it, Matty had just woken up. His hair was disheveled and the bags under his eyes made me guess that it was a long night. Every night was a long night for Matty.

"George let me stay last night. Too hungover to go home, plus I don't feel like seeing my dad. Not in the mood to deal with that prick." He sauntered over to the sofa, grabbed the television remote, and plopped down. He turned the TV on and opened the Netflix app.

I didn't know when George would get back, so I made my way to the sofa and sat across from Matty. I had only known Matty for a few months, as George introduced me to him shortly after we started dating. I thought Matty was alright. He was funny, and a bit narcissistic, but a good friend to George.

Matty opened Breaking Bad on the TV and pressed play. He reached into his pocket and pulled out what I assumed was a joint, along with a lighter. "How sweet, you saved one for me." I joked, but he rolled his eyes and lit the joint.

"Do you actually want some?" He asked, holding the joint in the corner of his mouth.

"No! I’ve never even smoked before, you know that.” I scoffed at him. I may have hung out with George and Matty’s crowd, but I definitely did not fit in with them. They threw parties often, which I attended, but I never partook in any of their activities. I sat out on most things, cigarettes, joints, alcohol, and even spin the bottle. The hard drugs I never dared to touch, and George didn’t know that I knew they did any.

“Doll, it’s about time you try some. You’ve hung out with us enough. Time to drop the innocent schoolgirl act. Besides, I know what you and George get up to,” He said with a smirk on his face. My eyes widened at his admission. There’s no way George would have told Matty what we did.

“What do you mean, ‘what you get up to’? What did he say?” I questioned, turning my body to face him.

He chuckled and took another drag of his joint. “Let’s see, titty fucking, spanking, and the story of when he took your virginity. Losing it in the backseat of a car is very dirty, Y/N.”

My face was flushed pink. I turned away, fearful that Matty would comment on it. “I can’t believe he would tell you that,” I sighed.

“Darling, don’t worry about it. We’re best mates, after all. Here, let me help you get your mind off of him,” He said, scooting closer to me.

“Matty, what are you doing?” I questioned.

“Nothing, just relax. I’m going to take a hit of this and you’re going to inhale the smoke. It’ll help you feel better, trust me,” He said with a sly grin

“O-okay? I’m not going to get high am I?”

“‘Course not, love,”

Matty’s fingers brought the joint to his lips. His cheeks hollowed, sucking the smoke into his mouth. He ushered for me to come closer, so I did. Our faces were inches apart, yet not close enough for him. He grabbed the back of my head, pulling me closer to him. His lips were almost connecting mine. It felt wrong, the ultimate betrayal to George, but it felt so exciting at the same time. I had never done a ‘wrong’ thing in my life, yet here I am with my lips inches away from the personification of the word wrong.

Matty’s thumb rested below my bottom lip, slowly pulling my lips apart. His lips parted, allowing the smoke to enter my mouth.

“Close your mouth. Hold the smoke in and then inhale,” He whispered. My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest, but I submissively followed his orders. I felt the smoke burn my throat, causing me to cough violently.

“There it is. Such a good girl,” He whispered.

“Now what do we do?” I asked.

“You’ll start to feel high in like 20 minutes.”

I jumped up from my seat on the couch. My head was already feeling lighter, but that wasn’t going to stop me. “Matty! You told me I wouldn’t get high from that!” I exclaimed.

“How stupid are you? You seriously thought inhaling smoke from a joint wouldn’t do anything to you?” He argued

“I’m out of here. I can’t fucking believe you,” I grabbed my phone from the couch and stuck it between the band of my skirt. I almost made it into the kitchen before a hand grabbed my wrist.

“Y/N, you can’t leave. I’m not letting you wander the streets while you’re high. Get back in there and sit down,” He commanded. His face showed no signs of humor, he must have been serious.

I was losing all self-control, my mind quickly became fuzzy, and threw all responsibility out the window. “Why should I? You lied to me and called me stupid.”

“Y/N, don’t make me say it again. Sit. Down.” He glared down at me, him being easily a few inches taller. Though not as tall as George, the tone in his voice certainly made him seem like it.

I kept my mouth shut, worried I would get reprimanded again. I sighed in defeat. He led me back to the couch and let go of my wrist.

I sat down again and examined the red mark on my wrist. The sight made me shiver. I shouldn’t have liked his harsh grip on me or his harsh words, but I did. George never treated me that way, other than some light spanking when he took me from behind. George was a true gentleman, a kind soul who would do anything for his girl. George treated me like a queen. Matty was the antithesis of George.

Matty was pure darkness, a true mystery. He was unpredictable to others and himself. He was impulsive, daring, and free. Matty was the type of person they teach you to stay away from in school. He truly cared about no one other than himself. Yet, at that moment, he showed a glimpse of care when I insisted on leaving.

“I feel funny,” I whispered to him, my voice now soft and quiet. I let out a giggle on accident. My brain was no longer able to control my body and I knew Matty would enjoy it.

“Good. You’re supposed to.”

“Do you feel funny?”

“Not especially. I’m used to it. But this is your first time, tell me everything you feel.”

I leaned back into the couch, watching Matty attentively. His curly brown hair was out of control, yet perfect. His brown eyes were full of mystery, yet full of passion. His arms were visible thanks to his lack of a shirt. His veins were prominent, almost coercing me towards him. He was sinful.

“I feel like I’m doing something bad,” I said truthfully

“Love, it’s just a bit of weed. It won’t hurt you.”

“No, not that. I keep thinking about you and it feels wrong,” I admitted.

He smirked and sat up from his previous laying position on the couch. “Oh yeah? What are you thinking about?” He questioned. His tone caused my body to feel warm. Matty’s voice was like a drug. I knew I should stay away, yet I kept going back for more.

“Your hands. They’re veiny and they look nice. And your lips whenever you let the smoke into my mouth,” I was hesitant with my words. Even my high brain knew this was wrong.

Matty scooted closer to me, only inches away. His hand moved to rest on my bare knee. “My hands, huh? Well, I’ve been thinking about you too. What my hands could do to you, if you’d let me,” He coaxed.

His hand slowly traveled up my thigh. His fingers rubbed small circles into my skin. My hips involuntarily rose from the couch to meet his grip. He chuckled lightly at my actions.

“Matty, w-we can’t. I’m dating George,” I protested, unsure if I was trying to convince him or myself.

“Y/N, don’t think about George right now. I can make you feel way better than he can,” He whispered into my ear. I let out a sigh mixed with a moan. My head was spinning from the weed and the tension. His fingers felt like both ice and fire at the same time. He was slowly taking over my body. It was evident that I was losing this battle. I could feel the wetness under my skirt. If his fingers moved a few more inches he would be sure to feel it.

“Okay…just a little,” I gave in.

As soon as Matty heard those words leave my mouth, he got to work. He crashed his lips into mine and pulled me into his lap. My hips ground into his slowly. His hands were woven through my hair, gripping and pulling at the strands. I moaned at his pulling, which brought a smirk onto his face.

I leaned down for more, addicted to the taste of weed and tobacco on his lips. His hands traveled quickly from my hair to my back. He slipped his hands under my shirt and gripped my waist. I wasn’t skinny by any means, so I tried to hold myself up so I wouldn’t crush him.

“Babe, just relax. Let me take care of you,” He whispered in between kisses.

“I don’t want to crush you, I’m too heavy,” I whispered back.

“Is that what George tells you? Darling, don’t be afraid to give me your body,” He says and plants a kiss on my cheek.

He resumed his attack on my lips. I let go and laid on top of him fully. My hands were gripping the back of his neck while his moved down to my skirt. One hand gripped my waist while the other traveled under my skirt. His strong hand gripped my ass so tightly that I knew it would leave bruises.

I was becoming short of breath so I parted from our aggressive kiss. He gave my ass a sharp smack, “Did I say you could stop?”

“No, sir.”

“Good fucking girl,” He growled into my ear.

He tried to resume the kiss, but I shoved him back lightly. He looked at me both confused and irritated. I leaned up to take my shirt off, leaving me only in my black skirt and sports bra.

“Let me see all of you, baby,” He said as he lifted my bra above my head. He threw the garment across the room and returned his focus to my body.

His eyes left mine, lowering to my newly exposed breasts. One hand returned to my ass underneath my skirt, while the other gripped at my breast. I let out a loud moan at the contact. It had been a few weeks since George touched me like that.

Matty’s mouth attached to my nipple, sucking and pulling on it lightly. He groped my ass and pulled me closer to him. He repeated this, allowing me to grind into him once again. I could feel his hardness poking my inner thigh. I would gladly help him out, but he seemed to be content with worshiping my body.

His lips left my breast. “Take your skirt off,” He commanded.

I did as he said. I got up from being on top of him and pulled my skirt down my legs. The only thing covering me was my light pink underwear covered in little heart decals.

“So fucking sweet and innocent. Get on your knees for me.”

I lowered myself down onto my knees. He sat up, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. I helped him push his jeans off, leaving his black boxers on.

“Can I touch you, sir?” I asked, batting my eyelashes. I don’t know what overcame me, the weed or Matty, but I became a whole different person. My sex with George was slow and sweet. With Matty, I became a complete harlot, a sinner, a fallen angel.

“Yeah baby, touch my cock for me,” He said. He palmed his hard cock through his boxers, getting it ready for me to take it.

I grabbed the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down. His hard length hit his stomach, tempting me closer. He was big. Not quite as thick as George's but similar in length. I could feel my mouth watering, a mixture of cotton mouth and pure lust.

My innocent eyes looked up at him through long lashes as I gave him an experimental tug. He stared down at me with an open mouth, no sign of pleasure or discomfort. I was nervous. This was only my third time doing this to a guy. I decided to follow my instincts.

I licked from his base to his tip. He sighed, leaning his head back and looking at the ceiling. I gave his tip a few kitten licks before I fully committed. His hands flew to my hair, forming a makeshift ponytail.

I took him into my mouth, starting slow at first. I bobbed my head up and down, staring into his eyes for approval. He moaned my name almost as if he knew I was seeking approval.

“Such a good little girl taking my cock. I know you can take more,” He groaned.

I continued taking his length in my mouth before sinking down all the way, his tip reaching the back of my throat. I had his entire length in my mouth, my eyes were watering, and I was gripping his thighs tightly. He pulled me off by his grip on my hair.

“Fucking hell, Y/N, George never told me you were that good.” He smiled down at me.

Those words should’ve made me do a double-take. I should’ve stopped everything and walked out. I should have. But I didn’t.

Matty pushed my head back down onto his cock. He gripped the sides of my head and quickly thrust into my mouth. His tip was reaching the back of my throat with every thrust. The sounds coming from my mouth were unholy. My spit was running down his length and thighs. I’m sure there would be stains on this couch.

Matty pulled me off his length again. “I need to taste you, baby. It’s not fair he gets you whenever he wants.”

He lifted me up by my arms. “Jump,” He adds. I do as I’m told. He catches me, holding me up by my ass. I can feel his length resting against my ass and I let out a moan. Matty walks us over to the stairs before I interject.

“What are you doing?” I question.

“Taking you upstairs, love.”

He walks us upstairs, clearly struggling to hold my weight with his lanky arms. He kicks open the door to a room I know all too well. I’m thrown onto George’s bed. Images of my lovely boyfriend flood my head. It should be him with me right now, throwing me around and pushing me onto my knees. Matty is staring down at me like I’m his prey, not wanting to waste a second before devouring me.

“Close the door,” I add.

Matty leans down. I feel a sting on my cheek before I even hear it. Matty gripped the cheek he had just slapped. “You’re in no place to make demands.”

“Sorry, sir. What if he comes back?” I was worried about George walking in on us. I wasn’t worried much about getting caught cheating, I was more worried about not being able to finish underneath Matty.

“He’s not coming back soon. I texted him when you got here and told him to get food with Adam for the party.”

I sighed in relief. My high brain only wanted one thing; Matty. The weed made everything feel 100 times stronger, his touches, his words, even his presence. Everything went straight to my core.

Matty pushed me up further on the bed. “I wanna taste you, can I?” He asked.

I nodded, not being able to make out any words. I felt like putty in his hands. I couldn’t think or speak. All I could do was react to his touch.

He spread my legs and pulled down my pink panties. The cool air hit my core, causing me to shut my legs. “Keep them open, Y/N. Don’t make me tell you twice.”

He forged my legs open again and ran a finger down my stomach. He reached my pelvis and applied a slight amount of pressure. “You’re gonna feel me here real soon, baby. I’ll show you how a real man fucks,” He groaned.

His finger traveled slowly down to my clit. He rubbed little circles on my clit, causing my legs to jolt up and almost hit his face. He chuckled at my eagerness. His finger slipped down to gather my wetness.

“Holy fuck, you’re dripping.”

“It’s all for you, Matty.”

“It fucking better be.”

He dipped a finger into my entrance as if to test the waters. I moaned loudly, not having felt this kind of intrusion in weeks. He kept his finger still, waiting for more of a reaction. I huffed, needing more. I lowered my hips down, fucking myself slowly on his finger.

“Greedy little whore. You want me that bad? Beg for it.” He commanded. Strands of his hair were falling out of place, one stray curl was covering part of his eyebrow. He looked beautiful, gorgeous even. He and I both knew I would do anything he said.

“Please, Matty. Please, Please, Please. I’ve been so good for you. You’re so fucking hot, I want you inside of me so badly, please. Please fuck me with your fingers until I can’t walk, please baby.” I cried out.

He smiled, accepting my plea. He plunged his finger further into me, quickly thrusting in and out. He leaned down and licked a stripe up from my entrance to my clit. He began to lick in circles around my sensitive clit. I moaned, and my hand reached down to grip his dark locks.

He added another finger inside me, stretching me out enough for him. The thrusts of his fingers were quick and deliberate. His fingers were long and calloused and they hit the right spots in me. I moaned his name and pulled roughly on his hair.

He slapped my thigh, “Don’t pull my hair you fucking bitch.”

I moaned loudly, surely loud enough for the neighbors to hear. This was nothing new for them, as George and I frequently had fun over the summer. The loudness and shrillness may have been new for them, as George had never made me feel anything as pleasurable.

Matty’s fingers slipped out from inside me. I groaned at the loss of fullness. The fullness was comforting, knowing this was the closest I could possibly be to another human being. His body and mine, intertwined for a short period of time.

“Are you ready for me, baby girl?” He asked. He got on his knees, hovering over me. One hand rested on my knee, keeping my legs apart. The other hand was moving up and down on his length.

“Yes, sir, please give it to me. I want you so bad,” I said, yet it almost came out as a squeak. I was breathing hard and the weed was causing me anxiety. My fears and anxiety were silenced by Matty slowly pushing into me.

We both moaned in unison. He pinned one of my hands down, my other hand was palming my breasts. “Don’t touch yourself, that’s my job,” He grunted.

He pushed his long length into me until he finally bottomed out. He and I were both shaking from the ecstasy of sex and drugs combined. He pulled out slowly, then thrust back into me. I let out a cry, the pace being too slow.

“Faster, Matty, faster.” I cried.

“Don’t tell me what to fucking do. You want faster? I’ll give you fucking faster,” He pummeled into me harshly, forcing my head to hit the bed frame. He didn’t stop for me, he wouldn’t stop for anything. He continued his quick and deliberate thrusts. He gave my cheek a light slap and pulled on my hair.

“Ugh, I’ve wanted this so fucking badly for so long. Take it, baby.” He groaned. I knew it was probably the weed talking, but my heart still fluttered at his words.

My hand gripped the back of his neck and brought him down for a kiss. Our lips devoured each other’s, our tongues battled for dominance. My battle was short-lived, as we both knew I was just a toy for him to ruin. I was okay with that. My fantasy of finally doing something wrong was coming true. I felt like a true sinner.

“You’re a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you? Look at you all fucked out on my cock. Fucking say it, say you’re a dirty fucking girl, Y/N,” he growled. His hand came down on the sides of my throat, squeezing enough to make me even more lightheaded.

I couldn’t speak. His cock pounding into me at a harsh speed was overwhelming. His hand on my throat, his other hand pinning me down, was pushing me over the edge. I let out a small squeak, trying to warn him of my closeness.

He slapped my cheek again, “Fucking say it!” He yelled, quickening his pace. I felt my eyes roll back into my head as my body let go. I had never had an orgasm while high before. It felt unearthly. My body shook, and I felt my core clenching and unclenching around him while he continued thrusting into me. I was seeing colors and I blocked out all noise, including Matty’s grunts and moans. I felt like I was on a cloud.

I was smacked out of my orgasm, literally, by Matty. “Little slut can’t speak when she’s spoken to and she comes without permission. Little girl needs to learn her lesson.” He pulled out of me quickly and flipped me over onto all fours.

I arched my back, knowing that’s what he wanted to see. He moaned and planted a firm smack onto my ass. He pushed back inside me, not waiting for me to readjust at all.

His pace did not falter. The new angle allowed him better access to my g-spot, which he hit perfectly.

“Say you’re a dirty fucking girl,” He moaned into my ear.

“I’m a dirty fucking girl! I’m such a slut for you, Matty! You feel so good,” I moaned out.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good for me. So tight.”

“Give it to me, Matty. Make me come again please!”

My cries were silenced by his hand over my mouth. I grunted into his hand, I wanted everyone in the neighborhood to know how good Matty’s cock felt inside of me.

“Tell me I’m better,” He groans and lifts his hand from my mouth. He places his hands on my hips, slamming my hips back against his.

“What?” I question. He couldn’t be referring to George, could he?

“George, tell me I’m better than George. Has he ever made you come like this, baby?”

His hips pause. He lifts me up and pressed my back against his chest. He holds me up by my arms, his face right next to mine.

I look him directly in the eyes. “You’re so much fucking better than him.”

He moans and pounds into me once again. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna come. Where do you want me?”

“I-I’m close too. Come inside me, Matty, please. He’s never done that before,” I moan into his ear.

My brain was so fuzzy, I didn’t process the sound of the front door opening or the sound of George and Adam laughing downstairs. Matty most certainly heard them since a wide grin appeared on his face.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna come. Tell me I’m better again,” He whines.

My tits were bouncing, my mouth was agape. Matty’s eyes burned into mine, not daring to break eye contact. It was a sinful scene. It was a sight straight out of a porn. I reached down to rub circles at my clit, bringing myself closer to the edge.

“You’re better, Matty! You’re better than George!” I screamed with one final rub of my finger. My climax washed over me for the second time that day. I fell back onto Matty’s chest and my hands reached up to grab the curls at the nape of his neck.

I couldn’t process the sounds around me once again, but I felt Matty’s thrusts slow until he pounded into me one last time. I could feel his warmth shoot through me. He grabbed onto my tits and bit into my neck. He stayed inside me and continued thrusting, slower this time, to ride our highs.

Everything came crashing down when I heard a loud, “WHAT THE FUCK?”

My eyes shot open. I turned my head to find George standing in the doorway, Adam a few feet behind him in the hallway. George’s face was red, his hands balled into fists. Adam walked closer to him and held him back by George’s shoulders.

Matty smirked and pushed me back onto all fours. The high combined with my two orgasms had completely overtaken me. I was floating in another realm and I couldn’t control my body. I knew what was happening, I just couldn’t move or say anything.

Matty pounded into me again, pushing his cum further into me. “Sorry, mate, just finishing up here.” He said with a sly smirk on his face.

“GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER” George screamed, lunging toward Matty. Adam, the saint he was, tried to keep George back but George was ultimately too strong.

Matty was ripped away from me and thrown onto the floor, completely naked. “I think you mean out of her, Georgey.” He laughed.

His attitude was sickening, but god was it hot. I was unsure of his goal, either to make George mad or to keep fucking me. He obviously had no problem with fucking in front of people. I began to wonder if he was some kind of exhibitionist or if he had done this before.

George threw punches at Matty, Matty tried to block them but was unsuccessful. Adam quickly ran over, struggling to pull George off of Matty. I was laid on the bed, covered up by one of George’s blankets.

“George, please, stop!” I cried. He didn’t listen. Tears were falling from my eyes, the high making it more intense.

Somewhere, somehow during all of this, Ross ran up the stairs and helped Adam pull away an infuriated George. George managed to get one final hit in, a kick to Matty’s side. Matty was on the floor, nose covered in blood and curled up. He was clutching onto his side and his nose.

“Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on?” Ross asked, clearly confused about why George was beating the shit out of his best friend, but also why Matty was naked.

“Matty was fucking my girlfriend in my bed!” George shouted. I crawled up further into George’s bed as if somehow it would make me disappear.

George looked at me with venom in his eyes. He pointed at me, tears threatening to fall from his eyes, “You,”

I sobbed into his blanket. He marched towards me and ripped the blanket from my grasp. He looked down at my naked body, bruises and red marks scattered across me.

“Why the fuck would you do this to me?” He said, choking back the tears.

“I-I don’t know, George. We were high a-and,”

“Save it. Get the fuck out of my house.” George demanded.

“B-But,”

“Y/N, you both have 3 minutes to get the fuck out of my house or I will actually kill him,” George said. He wouldn’t even look at me. I looked to Adam and Ross for help, but they showed no mercy as well.

“I need my clothes. Can someone get my clothes from downstairs? A-And his,” I looked over at Matty.

Adam nodded and exited the room. George stood there with his arms crossed and his head down. Ross had his hand placed on George’s shoulder. Not much, but a sign of comfort.

Adam shortly returned with our clothes, clearly not happy about the situation. He threw the pile of clothes on the bed. The three men walked out of the room and shut the door. I could hear George’s sobs through the door.

I pulled out my bra, underwear, shirt, and skirt. I quickly slipped the garments on and gathered Matty’s clothes in my arms.

I reached down and pulled him up by his arm, helping him sit on the bed. I used the sleeve of my shirt to wipe some of the blood from his face. I helped him slip his boxers and sweatpants on, quickly realizing he didn’t have a shirt on earlier.

I looked around the room in search of a shirt that could be Matty’s. I found one on the floor by George’s desk. I grabbed the shirt and helped Matty slip it on.

“We gotta hurry up and go,” I whispered

“He’s my best friend, Y/N, I can’t lose him,” He cried and rested his head on my shoulder.

“I know, Matty, he’s my boyfriend. Or was? You wanted to get high, Matty. You started this.”

“Bullshit, Y/N, you enjoyed it just as much as I did.”

“I did, I loved it. But we can talk about this later, I can’t watch you get hurt again,” I said, standing up. I offered a hand to Matty, which he accepted.

I held onto Matty’s arm, almost for protection. I knew Matty was not capable of protecting me right now, nor would he even want to. I opened the door slowly. They weren’t standing there.

Matty and I walked down the stairs together. I was careful not to touch his side where George kicked him. “I’ll take you home and clean you up, okay?” I whispered to him.

He nodded. We were then met with the three men standing near the front door.

George walked up to me and looked directly into my eyes. “In case you didn’t figure it out, we’re over. That goes for both of you. Matty, I never want to see you again. I’m done helping you. And as for you, I can’t believe you would cheat on me. You broke my heart, Y/N.”

I hid my face in Matty’s arm. I couldn’t look at George. I couldn’t believe that I did such a thing. The high was wearing off, and I was faced with the consequences of my actions.

We walked out the door without another word. Matty and I walked a short distance away from George’s house until we found a bench by the sidewalk. We sat down. Silence.

“So…what now?” I asked, looking at Matty.

He laughed and put his arms behind his head. “Round two at my place?”

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Head Over Heels— Romantic #2

In which: Nick is crushing on a guy he sees at a party and he’s never been wrapped around someone’s finger so easily

Warnings: Drinking, Smoking, Tipsy Nick

Nick’s never been to a party outside of high school, unless it was a birthday party. So, he never really had experience. He’s never drank, never smoked, nothing anything party-like besides maybe a truth or dare game with his middle school friends. Now, he’s twenty and him and his brothers got invited to some party. None of them have ever really had a “night out” if you want to call it that. And it’s their first party in LA, they didn’t exactly know what to expect. But nonetheless, they attended the party.

Now, Nick was never romantic in a way either. He didn’t mind being single or “alone.” He actually enjoyed it for the most part. He never went around desperate and digging for a relationship or anything along the lines of that. So, seeing cute guys never really meant anything to him. Yeah, they were cute, pretty, or cool looking but never really had the urge to get to know someone just by looking at them. But tonight, this would change.

“Is this the place?” Matt asked.

“I’m assuming so. Look at all those lights in the house, and you can literally hear the music from our here.” Chris said.

“And all the cars around this house. This is definitely the place.” Nick added.

Matt puts the car in park before unbuckling their seat belts and exiting the car. “Why’d you want to come to this so badly?”

“I didn’t want to come SO badly, just thought it would be a nice change. We never really went to parties or anything. And besides, we get to meet new people.” Chris explained, walking up behind some other people entering the house.

Immediately, their ears were filled with loud music and eyes blinded by bright colored lights that flooded the house. The smell of booze and weed coated their smelling senses. For some reason, Nick didn’t mind it. He wouldn’t expect anything different.

They all sat on the couch, Matt and Chris talking away with some of their friends. Nick looked around and observed the house. It was filled with people but he didn’t see anyone in the kitchen so he decided to get a drink while he had the chance.

Entering the kitchen he saw the most prettiest boy ever. Tan skin with dark curly hair. A cutoff band tee, which he only knew that because of the tour dates on the back. And he wore light blue baggy jeans and Dr. Martens, specifically the pair Nick had been wanting to buy forever now. He could tell he had some tattoos as well. He felt butterflies in his stomach and his face heat up. Suddenly nervous, he stood there flabbergasted.

To get over his random fear, he walks up and stands next to the boy. He was maybe only an inch shorter, not much of a difference. He could see the safety pin necklace and the chunky silver rings that covered every finger. He also found out that the band was Iron Maiden on his cutoff top. But instead of investigating on this mysterious guy any further, he looked at the drink choices.

Nick reached for the Dr. Pepper, the boy next to him reaching for it at the same time. Nick quickly pulls his hand away.

“Sorry, didn’t know you were grabbing it.” He apologized.

“Oh you’re chill.” He simply replied, pouring his own cup before grabbing another red solo cup and pouring Nick some as well.

Nick sees him put the Dr. Pepper away and grab the Vodka but he doesn’t pay any mind to it. “I like your tattoo. Edward Scissorhands is one of my favorite movies.”

“For real? So many told me that’s their least favorite by Tim Burton!” He responded, finally getting a good look at his face, Nick swears he felt his knees go weak.

“Yeah! It’s amazing! And I just LOVE Winona Ryder!” Nick exclaimed.

“I KNOW! She’s great! Have you seen Girl Interuppted?”

“I was going to watch it but they took it off Netflix the day before I was going to watch it!” He explained.

“That sucks! It’s so good!” The other boy yelped with joy. “What’s your name?”

“Nick, yours?”

“Jasper.” He introduced. “My mom is very spiritual and was kind of a hippie so she named me after a crystal.”

“Wow! That’s so cool. I didn’t know Jasper was a crystal.” Nick claims.

“You learn something new everyday.” Jasper chuckled. “You want some? It’s just vodka.”

“I mean, I don’t really drink but sure. Only a bit though.” The blonde answered.

“Alright.” He shrugged, pouring just a small bit before taking a plastic spoon and mixing it for Nick.

They do a small cheer with their cups before taking a sip. The taste was surprising but still good. “Shit, this is actually good.”

“Tell me about it! It’s been my go-to party drink since I was eighteen.” Jasper says.

“How old are you?” Nick asked.

“Twenty, you?”

“I’m also twenty.”

“Nice!”

Suddenly, a ton of people came into the kitchen right by the drink stand. As they try and get out, they get separated. Nick decided to go back to his brothers by the couch. Drinking some of the liquid in his cup, he sits next to them.

“We were just about to go looking for you.” Chris said.

“I went to go get a drink. You wanna try it?” Nick replied, holding his cup out for offer.

“What even is it?” Matt asked.

“Dr. Pepper and vodka. It’s so good.” He stated, taking a big sip out of it.

“Since when do you drink?” He wondered.

“Well, there was this really cute boy and we started talking…” Nick started, smiling and blushing as he spoke.

“Wow…” Chris said. “And you said you would never fall in love.”

“Mister “I’m going to be single for the rest of my life” finally found someone.” Matt smiled.

“Shut up! I’m not in love, I didn’t even talk to him for five minutes!” Nick denied.

“Well, tell us about him.” They encouraged.

“Okay well, his name is Jasper and he’s named after a crystal. He was wearing a safety pin necklace and he likes punk rock. He’s wearing an Iron Maiden cutoff. He has some muscle and he has an Edward Scissorhands tattoo right on his bicep, and an angel number tattoo behind his ear. He has dark curly hair and his eyes are hazel, almost green. He also wore blended out eyeliner around his eyes and that just made the color pop out even more. He has an eyebrow and lip piercing; along with a nose ring. And oh my goddd! He’s just so pretty!” Nick described, taking more sips from his drink.

“Hey Nick!” Jasper exclaimed from behind him, sitting on the arm of the couch.

“Heyyyyy!” He awkwardly greeted, a mix between flirty and nervousness. “These are my triplet brothers, Matt and Chris.”

“You’re a triplet? You didn’t tell me that.” Jasper smiled. “Hey, I’m Jasper.”

Matt and Chris knowingly glance at each other. “I was going to ask you about your tattoos but then the crowd came in and yeah.” Jasper added.

“That’s like one of his favorite topics, you’ll be sitting there for hours listening to him talk about them.” Matt joked.

“I’m okay with that.” Jasper claimed, gently touching Nick’s shoulder.

“Well, before I start ranting, can you please get me more of your drink?” Nick asked, handing him the cup.

“Yeah, no problem.” He replied.

Chris gets up. “I’m getting a drink as well.”

Nick turns to Matt. “Isn’t he like so pretty?”

“Yeah, he seems sweet. Didn’t think you would be into bad boys.” Matt teased.

“Okay, he’s not a bad boy. He just looks like one. The worst he probably does is drink before the age of twenty-one and smoke weed. He just really fucks with punk rock.”

Chris and Jasper come back. Chris with a simple Pepsi and Jasper with his and Nick’s drink.

“Thanks!” Nick exclaimed.

“No problem!” Jasper responded.

“Hey, does the safety pins on your necklace mean anything?” Matt quizzed.

“Oh yeah. I really like alternative music and all that stuff. And I’m part of the LGBTQIA+ community.” He explained. “Also, I guess I’ll be there if someone needs to vent, but mainly the first two.”

“You’re gay too?” Nick asked, like he was surprised.

“I very much am.” Jasper repeated. “Anyways, start telling me about every tattoo in detail.” He demanded, pointing at different tattoos on Nick as he spoke each word; making him blush.

Later, Nick still rambled about his tattoos, finishing his third drink at that point and starting to get tipsy. Jasper suggested that they exchanged numbers, so they did. Matt tried keeping Nick steady so he wouldn’t fall from dizziness.

“I know this is like sooooo off topic but I feel like I’m floating! Like my whole body is just in the air!” Nick exclaimed, giggling a bit. “Anyways, this tattoo is there because…I just really love fall. I really like pumpkins and that reminds me of autumn.”

“Wow, I really like how most of your tattoos have some meaning to it. Like the ones about your brothers must be so special to you.” Jasper claimed, staying engaged the whole time Nick rambled.

“They reallllllyyy are. I love my brothers more than anything.” Nick slurred. “I want go to dance.”

“Let’s not, you’re not in the right mind and we can’t have you getting lost.” Matt said.

“Yeah, we’re going to leave soon anyways.” Chris added.

“That’s not fair! I’m twenty years old, you can’t tell me what to do!” Nick shouted, quickly standing up from the couch just to fall over; Jasper grabbing onto his arm.

“Yeah, maybe we should go like right now.” Matt suggested. “Well, it was nice meeting you Jasper, but I think we need to get him home.”

“Yeah maybe that’s for the best. It was nice meeting you guys too, you’re all so sweet.” Jasper smiled. Chris waved bye as he and Matt grabbed onto Nick and pulled him out the house.

“STOPPPP! I wanted to be with Jasper!” Nick complained, kicking his legs.

“Oh my god, you’re acting like you’re five! We know you like him but I’m sure you guys will text all day tomorrow.” Chris said.

“You guys are my brothers! You can’t tell me! I can take care of myself and I want to go back in there!” The blonde argued, being carefully put in the backseat.

“Shit dude, we know you’re head over heels for Jasper but you’ll see him again, I’m sure.” Matt stated.

“I’m not head over heels.” Nick replied.

“Yes you are! You were flirting with him the whole time! You were blushing and always got nervous when he touched you. Face it, Nick, you’re in LOVE!” Chris teased.

“Stop it!” He sighed.

“He’s got you wrapped around his finger. If he told you to rob a bank you would, no question asked.” Matt added.

“I swear you guys almost kissed like five times.” Chris said.

“Nah, I counted six.” The other triplet corrected, driving away.

Nick wakes up in his bedroom with a migraine and nausea. He could only really remember the beginning of the party, the rest was all a blur. He gets a notification on his phone and looks at it.

“Hey it’s Jasper from the party last night. I know you’re probably asleep because it was your first time drinking and hangovers are HELL but I couldn’t wait. I had such a good time with you last night! I feel like I know so much about you, and I would like to know more. You’re just so authentic and yourself! I appreciate that about you. We should hang again soon. And maybe just us this time, with no random people and no loud music. But, I do have an extra ticket to a KISS concert if you’re down?”

Nick read the text message at least three times as he flipped himself onto his stomach and kicked his legs joyfully as he typed a response. Maybe Nick was head over heels for the guy he just met last night. Maybe he was wrapped around his finger and got drunk for the first time just because he offered him some vodka, but he didn’t mind. Nick knew Jasper was great, and he couldn’t wait to go to that KISS concert next Friday.

#nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic

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joshfuckingkiszka · 1 year

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『Eras [Undercut] - jmk』

jmk x f!reader

THIS SERIES IS 18+ MINORS DNI

chapter warnings: explicit sexual content, alcohol usage, smoking, frat parties, fingering (f rec), oral (f & m rec) fwb josh

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Parties were never really your thing. Well, hadn’t been until your first week of finals in college, when your roommate - who you hadn’t spoken too much until this point - suggested a frat party as a release.

You didn’t indulge in this habit often, only when things really started to pile up and you needed cheap vodka to aid you in forgetting whatever professor had assigned a 15 page paper that week. You had a routine: show up, discreetly drink a few horribly made cocktails, and go home to a room of spinning darkness accompanied by cheap LED lights.

While it wasn’t an essay that was kicking your ass this week, it felt slightly worse. You had received an email from your math professor stating that you were failing his class, and in order to receive credit, a huge packet was due on Monday. Tonight’s cocktail was more vodka than cran, with the smallest lime slice you’d ever seen in your life, not that you weren’t going to drink it, of course.

Everything was going great, no one had approached you, and you were on your third - and probably final - drink. Well, it was, until your roommate’s ex boyfriend recognized you. Danny was sweet, but very loud in the bedroom if you remembered correctly. You often caught sight of each other late in the night, as he was sneaking out, and you were sneaking in. It never occurred to you to ask why they broke up, not that it was really any of your business.

“Hey!” he’d greeted, following a loud yelp of your name. You gave him an awkward side hug and smiled as he introduced his best friend, Sam.

“And how come Daniel has never mentioned you?” You didn’t miss the scan of your body.

Danny warned him to behave, and you suddenly found yourself realizing that they were not going to leave you alone.

After a few minutes of small talk, you excused yourself for the bathroom and found one that was thankfully unoccupied. You locked yourself in the small space and sat on the lid of the toilet, taking deep breaths. While you stood at the sink, splashing cold water on your arms and neck, a loud knock startled you.

“W-what?”

“Uh, get the fuck out,” a demeaning voice called out.

You went to open the door, an apology on the tip of your tongue, when a body suddenly entered the bathroom, now occupying it with you. His hair was an unruly mess of curls on top, which faded into an undercut on his neck. A long earring in one ear touched his shoulder and his outfit was…different, to say the least. He had an aroma of confidence, and weed. God, was he cute, though.

“You gonna watch?” With heated cheeks and a stutter of an answer, you pulled the door shut and stood in the hallway.

The second time you saw the boy with the undercut that night, was on the porch of the frat house. You had walked into the chilled air, ready to head home when you noticed him, leaned against the rails, with a cigarette between his lips.

It didn’t dawn on you that you were staring until he offered, “Wanna hit?” Of course you would hit that.

“Oh, uh, no thanks. I don’t smoke.”

“Good, don’t start. It’s a hell of a habit to kick.” He was silent for a moment, but you could tell he had something to say. “Leaving?” He nodded to your purse.

“Yeah, I’ve got this, like, huge packet from Donahue due on Monday.”

“Damn. Don’t know who that is because, like, I don’t go here - or anywhere, really - but what a dick.” He talked with his hands a lot, you noticed.

Letting out a quick breath of a laugh, you told him, “Only sometimes. But I’ve really gotta go.”

You felt his hand around your wrist as you turned, and suddenly your chest was pressed against his, and you could feel his breath on your lips.

“What if I don’t want you to go?” That was a very compelling argument, you had to admit.

Being that close must have transferred some of his confidence into your own body because you were suddenly saying, “Then come with me.” With a smile and a flick of his cigarette, he was gesturing for you to lead the way.

“You walked all that way alone?” He asked when you reached your building.

Nodding, you led him upstairs and into your sparsely decorated apartment. It was silent and stiff for a moment, and you contemplated what you were doing. Before you could overthink it too much, however, he had pulled you into him, yet again.

Hoping the erratic beating of your heart wasn’t loud enough for him to hear, you shuddered a bit.

“Tell me if this is what you want, mama.” To which you nodded frantically.

He gripped your jaw with his hand, “Words, or I walk out that door, right now.”

With a bit of false cockiness, you pointed at the door, hoping you were calling his bluff.

“Aw, you want me to leave you here? All breathless and ragged and,” his hand reached into your jeans, grazing over your underwear, “so wet.”

No words could possibly form, so instead your mouth hung agape, waiting - hoping - for him to keep talking. Instead, he looked you up and down, gauging your reaction and headed for the door.

“Wait!” You called. “Please, stay. I need you.”

“Oh? What for, sweet girl?”

Dirty talking had never been your strong suit, but if he didn’t put the words right in your mouth.

“I - I need you to fuck me, like, right now.” Okay, maybe they weren’t the best words, but actions speak louder anyway.

He moved closer to you, at an arm’s length and you wondered if he was disappointed. His arm lifted and his finger just barely grazed your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

“So needy, sweet girl,” he lamented and you were back in his arms again. This man hadn’t even kissed you and already had you falling over yourself for him.

His finger lifted your jaw up to him, and his lips caressed yours in a way that almost seemed passionate. It didn’t last long, because soon his tongue was in your mouth and you couldn’t dream of pushing it out even slightly.

He pulled away, giving a silent plea to guide him to the bedroom. Pushing you down gently, he lowered himself to the edge of the bed. He took his time taking off your pants, savoring the moment and ensuring that he planted kisses on every new inch of exposed skin. As he kissed just below your belly button, you felt his eyelashes graze your skin and it gave you butterflies.

You reached down in an effort to remove your underwear but his hands stopped you.

“Leave them on.” They were a light blue color and mostly mesh, and he seemed to like it. Duly noted.

Using his index finger to gently push them to one side, he lowered his head, eyes locked on yours. When his tongue finally made contact with your - at this point, debilitatingly - aching clit, he didn’t immediately delve into you, as what would have been expected. Instead, it almost seemed as if he was testing you. A quick swipe would be followed by complete removal of the organ, and you were getting frustrated.

“Please!” Your shout didn’t fall on deaf ears, and he smirked up at you.

What followed can only be described as the best head you’d ever received in your life, not that there was much of a list. You were sure that nothing could ever top it, though. Your hands made their way into his hair and you almost felt bad about messing it up. When his tongue sped up, however, you no longer cared.

His mouth pulled away and your frustration returned, but he quickly silenced a would-be-remark with the entrance of his fingers inside of you. His tongue was back on your clit and his slender fingers were angled in such a way that they caught that spot inside you you could only reach with a toy.

You heard a grunt when you began pulling on his hair again, not that it slowed him down, and you realized how tightly you were gripping the sheets - and how long it had been since you’d taken a breath. You had begun to shake by the time your orgasm caught up to you, and you were surprised you were still conscious.

You quickly sat up from your spot on the bed, kissing him as hard as you could muster, your hands playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

“Wanna help me out, mama?” He grabbed one of your hands and guided it to the bulge in his tight jeans. You slunk down off the bed and onto your knees. His hands reached for the button on his pants but, this time, your hands stopped him.

“Oh? Do you wanna do that?” You shuddered at his large hand on your jaw, roaming the area, almost as if he was testing the feeling.

Before you could protest, his index and middle finger were being shoved down your throat, and you gagged loudly, tears springing to your eyes.

“C’mon, know you can take it sweetheart,” he urged, and you wanted nothing more than to impress him, so you took a deep breath through your nose and encouraged his fingers as far down into your throat as they would go.

“Mm, so good for me,” his fingers paused in your mouth and he debated his next words, “can’t wait anymore, mama.”

He brought you back up to his mouth, and he allowed your hands to unbutton his jeans. When he pulled them down, he only allowed them to come just above his knees, letting you know just how frantic he felt.

As he pushed into you, he somehow managed to hit every sensitive spot inside you. You let out a loud moan you were sure your neighbors would complain about and, to stifle yourself, you bit into his shoulder. In response, he pulled your hair back and you thought you may have gone too far.

He searched your eyes for any sign of hesitation before he tapped your jaw. You opened up and he let a trail of spit fall onto your tongue.

“Swallow it for me, pretty girl.” So you did just that.

His fingers alternated between a slow and fast pattern on your clit and you were beginning to hate him a little bit.

“Beg me for it, baby,” his voice was low and husky, and you wanted him to speak to you forever.

You begged him to let you cum, although most it was probably unintelligible mumbling. He kissed you once more and felt you clench around him as you came.

“Please. In my mouth,” you begged, maybe because you wanted to savor the taste of him. Anything to remind you he was real.

He pulled out and began to tug at himself, but you stopped him, preferring to take him in your mouth. Immediately, you took him as deep as you could, not wanting to waste any more time on his release.

A guttural noise escaped his throat as he released into your mouth. He caressed your jaw once more, seemingly proud of you.

He was gone the next morning, though you hadn’t expected him to stay. But when you opened the fridge, you noticed a note on the door you were sure hadn’t been there. There were two things written on it, a phone number and a name - Josh.

You thought long and hard about what to say to him. How do you randomly text the guy who fucked the best you ever had been? Not wanting to sound too clingy, while also still wanting to show interest, you settled on a simple “Hey.”. You almost regretted sending it, until you saw that he had already read it, the bubbles indicating a reply. You were suddenly giddy, until the bubbles disappeared, and then you didn’t hear from him for a week.

It continued like this for four months, and it was fine at first. Simple. Until it wasn’t. Every moment you spent with Josh sent you further into a spiral of falling for him. He was sweet and funny, and, god, could he sing.

In this pattern you had developed with him, he always waited for you to text him first. As hard as it was, one day, you just stopped texting. It occurred to you that he may have almost texted you, you wanted him to, but you never opened that contact again.

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fanficfanatic000 · 2 months

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book of doom part 1

Eddie Munson x fem reader

:Eddie your best friend found your special diary and decided to read it : 18+ 18+ R Rated content don't read unless over 18

Eddie and you hang out any Chance you get between school, your job at family video , eddies band practice and gigs and of course his dnd campaigns. Yep and he lives in walking distance and this day was like any other until…. "Y/n!" He says running towards you while you're standing at your locker "eddie?" He's breathing heavily "Y/n w-we should hang out a-after school im free m-my band canceled practice" You look in Eddie's brown eyes "yes okay well your place or mine? Because my mom is at work till 2am she got the night shift." "Well uncle wayne is probably home so definitely your place" we said with a wink. It's not like you and Eddie hates Wayne or your mother it's just better when it's you and him cause you won't have to worry about being too loud or too close or Eddie where's the leftovers from last night. "My lady" he says as he assisted you in the passenger side of his van. "Isnt this better then walking sweetheart" you rolled your eyes "yes eddie it is better then walking even though it smells like weed cigarettes and beer and gasoline" he glanced over at you "yeah but i know you like it… you cant deny it " and you've arrived at your lovely empty house. You and eddie walk in and he throws his van keys on the counter and then he took his jacket off and sat on the couch only a few inches away from you. You couldn't help but look at his slightly toned arms and the veins he has on his hand-"Hello Y/n?! " "hmm?"you hummed He tilted his head looking at you "i said what do you want to do?" "Oh i dont know…." "well you could try………to Stop Me FROM GOING IN YOUR ROOM!" He yells as he sped off. It's not like eddie wasn't allowed in your room but him alone in your room with THE BOOK "EDDIEE!!" You ran after him like your life depended on it. But he was to fast and had a head start. He locked himself in there. "Now lets see…. okay some jewelry…… a picture of me in your dresser drawer mmm cute… lets see….. ooooooh a book under your bed hmm i wonder what thats about…" "Eddie dont read that please " "but your my best friend i should know about what loser you are crushing on" you hear him unbutton the book and you are feeling like you should be melting to death and you hear him swipe the pages and he's silent he's probably reading every word you wrote in there. Like how you noticed eddie definitely was bigger after you went Jean shopping with him and he came out of the dressing room with skinny jeans on or like when eddie whispers in your ear it makes you turned on or how you're in love with him…fucking hell…….. Eddie unlocked the door. You walked in expecting some explosive reaction and him being freaked out but you walked in and he was sitting on the ledge of your bed with the black book of doom in his hand he didn't look at you when you walked in he just sat there fiddling with his silver rings "eddie look im sorry i know you dont like me like that i mean you dated chrissy cunningham…..its just we can forget about it and go back to normal" you forced out a giggle after those words but then he looked at you his pupils blown out but he wasn't high at all "sweetheart i had no idea……" "Well its okay i didnt want you to know exactly" you sigh " look i dont want to forget about you feeling this way because i do too i have for sooo long before i even dated chrissy but i thought you probably wouldnt want me so I didn't tell you " "Eddie….. kiss me " without hesitation he grabbed you by the waist and kissed you. Your back flat on the bed eddie on top of you. His kiss tasted of cigarette smoke and want he wanted you and you wanted him His hand moved to your thighs. His rings were so cold but made electricity run through you. He pulled away from the kiss and you looked in his eyes and already knew what he was going to say "Eddie touch me please" he dipped back down and is back to your lips His hand moves up your shorts and he tugged at the band of your underwear "these are mine after this he says" you nod

#eddie munson #Eddie Munson smut #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #fandom

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Chapter Five Continued

He embraces you just for a moment and then pushes you out the doorway behind him. "I see any of you fucking losers again I'll fucking kill you." He promises wholeheartedly as he exits. Joel's friend calls out through holding his broken face "Tell your fucking slut girlfriend she owes me for all that coke she hounded!" He yells angrily as Slash pulls you down the hall. Slash pauses at this and turns to get a good look at you. "Hey hey Foxey look at me." He holds your face forcefully and examines your pupils. Leaving the blood of the others smudged on your cheek. Somehow an angrier look splays across his face now. "Fuck- they fucking coked you up?" He curses angrily. He closely guides you with his arm swiftly through the living room through a sea of curious onlookers. You stumble in his embrace as he tries to walk you through."Mind your fuckin business!" He snarls out to the bystanders. He takes you out to the front porch and sets you down in a cheap plastic lawn chair. "Easy." He advises you as you sit down drunkenly. The series of events blurs in your mind. "Coke? You ever done coke?" He asks pacing, looking at you with concern. "No...I just felt like I needed...." You mumble out with truly no energy for this. He realizes the severity of your comatose like state and slows down. The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for the next 10 minutes while he calms down and you try to regain awareness. A random guy is stumbling out of the house clutching a clear water bottle. Slash snatches it without a beat and sniffs it to ensure its water. "Hey man-!" The guy protests. "Is this water?" Slash asks him. "The fuck-?" The man is startled and confused. "Is it fucking WATER man?!" Slash yells at him for confirmation. "Yeah man it's fuckin water!" The guy confirms angry and frightened by slashes off putting and hurried demeanor. "Great thanks now fuck off." Slash barks at him without batting an eye. The man wanders off very disturbed, without a fight. Slash pulls up a chair next to you and hands you the water. "Hey Foxey you gotta sober up a little." He encourages the water bottle to your lips to which you allow him to help you drink.

You seem to dip back into a stable state of consciousness about 15 minutes later. Coming more to your senses but still numbed. Your thoughts knit into frame. 'Slash saved me from those creeps.' You think.

The night had grown into a quieter hum between more relaxed tracks playing inside the house and the buzz of crickets throughout the dry weeds on the front lawn. The two of you sat alone on the porch together. Slash went from pacing to now sitting on the steps smoking a cigarette. You move from the lawn chair to the concrete next to him. "A little much for your first night on the town Foxey." He says staring off as he smoked. You look at him still. Studying him closer now. With your wits about you again you got another chance to truly look at him. His beauty. You never realized men could be beautiful. But he was. The way the street lights reflected off his eyes. The way his lips hugged around his cigarette softly. His jawline framing his features into a muscular canvas. You notice the bloody bruising on him knuckles as he brings his hand to his cigarette. "oh god, slash..your hand." You say. You thoughtlessly steal his wounded hand away and cradle it for a moment. He doesn't react to that however. All that stunned him in that moment was hearing your voice call out his name. The way his name slipped sweetly out of your soft and gentle voice sent goosebumps through his body. Let alone your caring and gentle touch as you held his hand in yours. His hands so large that one of his needed two of your own to properly support it. He looks back at you as you display this seemingly foreign caring to which he was not accustomed to. Cigarette still pursed in his lips he says "Don't mention it." He kindly but firmly retracts his hand to cover up any semblance of vulnerability. You nod in understanding at that. As you had puttered about his wounds so cautiously, little did you realize that you voice was replaying in his mind over and over, with each 'slash' echoing through him the harder it was for him to break away his gaze on you. The two of you break contact and look at the street lights again. A moment of silence passes by.

"Slash." You say, breaking the silence. Another startling recital of his name on your tongue sends another wave of warm through him. Waves of which he had been trying to ignore since the record store.

"Mm" He replies in a very monotone way. Which you accept as Slash translation for "what?".

"Why did you sing to me...in the record store?"

You had itched this question for days now, and after tonight's events, and a bit of liquid courage, you blurt it out into the the open night air.

He doesn't reply for a moment. Calculating his answer of how to quite word this to you.

"Cause I know I'm not like the rocker chicks you date." You continue punching words into the air between you. It's true, you weren't.

"I don't understand why you would bother?" You ask.

Slash continues on this thought for a moment. There were many reasons and yet no way to explain it. He didn't altogether understand it either. It's true, you aren't his normal type. He couldn't fully explain the magnetic softness that lured him into you immediately. "The second you walked into the store..." he starts.

"I don't know. I just knew I had to have you..” He answers.

The ominous and short answer puzzles you but given the quiet and reserved nature of him, you realize even that was a lot for him to say out loud, and you accept it. You find his loss for words almost more charming in a way.

You break away your trance in the streetlights and turn to him, only to discover he was already staring at you. A beat goes by that you examine his expression. Something softened and yet almost feral again like an animal. The silence is thick and with an instant, slash cuts the tension and presses his lips onto yours. You almost pull away out of surprise but you return the sudden passion back. You'd snuck into just enough romance films at the cinema to know sort of how to kiss, slash however, knew exactly what he was doing. You release your composure and melt into him deeper. His lips melding into yours with a sweet saliva. He tasted like cigarettes and alcohol the two of you abandon personal space altogether and come closer in. He places his hand on the side of your face, guiding you into him. This felt sweeter and freer than any of the substances. The same warm electricity burned inside you. Both of you. He disconnects the kiss briefly and looks at you closely to which you return the same gaze. "How do you feel?" He asks. By now, the substances had fizzled out of their peak and you felt coherent again. Especially now so. "I'm-Im good Slash I'm fine." You smile at him. There it was again. Your sweet voice singing out his name. You, everything about you was driving him crazy. The way you were so gentle and sweet. The way your doe eyes glittered up at him. No evils of LA lurked within your soul like so many before. A wholeness, a lightness within your presence. A delicateness in your features, in your smile. A candy sweetness of your body. His mouth almost watered at the thought of you. It did make him animalistic. He needed to have you all to himself. He needed you to be his girl. Thoughts of you plagued his mind like a Jekyll and Hyde screenplay, dancing from the light to the dark simultaneously. His pure adoration of you wasn't all, he wanted to protect you and ruin you all at once. He had never experienced such a baffling cross of emotions which stunned him so. To be so smitten and captured by this innocent girl not yet corrupted by the jungle. As much as he wanted to reject the idea of tarnishing you, his desire to have you all to himself no matter what persevered.

Slash contemplated your face a moment longer and you to his. Embracing this moment of fruition of feelings that had been slowly burning inside. Leaning back in again, you’re interrupted by a coherent Daisy. She half examines the scene before speaking and the two of you quickly pull away. “Foxey we gotta get home quick. If we’re not back soon my moms gonna freak.” She bounced anxiously from the copious lines of coke. You look back at Slash and the two of you exchange disappointed but understanding looks of dissatisfaction. You’d already spent hours together and yet it wasn’t even close to enough. Not to mention the heat burning within both of you. Slash’s thoughts of you growing sicker and sicker in his mind with every second passing. You show Daisy a pleading look. “I know I know come on!” She urges again, convincing you to stand up and join her. You throw your hands into your jacket pockets. Realizing how exhausted you were. “Don’t be a stranger Foxey..” Slash calls to you trying to sound as casual and cool as possible but a tinge of eagerness surrounded his voice. Once again you walked away, feeling his eyes on you. You look over your shoulder briefly to see him once more already watching you. The two of you once again exchange a knowing look, just like at the record store

#gnr smut #slash #slash fanfiction #slash gnr #slash smut #slash x reader #gnr #gnr x reader #saul hudson #saul hudson x reader

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Don’t leave…..

Summary: fieldy gets jealous when his bandmates start to hit on you

WARNING: drinking, fighting, jealousy, angst?

This was a request but I accidentally posted this when I wasn’t done, so this is for you anon. Also something I wanted to clear up, most of the time I don’t look over my posts before I post them, so there will be spelling mistakes….. sorry

You and fieldy had been dating for a couple months now, he was the one to confess, you were too much of a pussy to tell him up front how you feel. He’s always been a hand full even before you started dating, but you love him that way. Before you’ve started dating you two were good friends, he always told you about his life and how things at home were (it wasn’t good) you’d always be there to comfort him and offered him to stay at your house. He’d sometimes stay at your house, your mom loved fieldy, but since there wasn’t any other bed rooms you and fieldy had to share a bed, you could always feel his back against yours while you two slept. As time went on you watched fieldy grow into the man that he is now, he was always gentle with you; he always had a nice soft voice around you, his bandmates caught onto his little crush on you before he noticed he liked you, at first he shut you out for a bit, but then realized he’s gonna have to deal with it. The way he confessed to you was: he first went to his bandmates for support (first mistake) and they gave him some advice, but he just decided to give you a lotus flower since it was your favourite

When you two first started dating he didn’t know how to act, it’s not like he doesn’t love you it’s just he was questioning himself if you actually liked him or were you just messing with him. But he got over that faze once he realized that you actually love him. At first, he didn’t do the whole “I love you” thing, he thought it’d be moving things too far instead he just said “I really like you, you know…” you had to be the first one to say “i love you” to him, he was he’s hesitant at first but he returned the I love you

It was just a regular day, hanging out with fieldys band, drinking, smoking weed, as per usual. You were chilling in their tour bus drinking a can of beer, when head sits next to you, you thought nothing of it since you were his friend but he started getting closer to you and he swung his arm around you “why a-are you even dating Reggie? Hes nothing but a drunkie” it hurt to see one of fieldys friends say this about him “what are you talking about head? Because I love him” you didn’t want to argue with him because he was obviously drunk “do you really? Because I know someone that will treat you much better then he does” he leaned in closer and put his hand on your thigh, his hand moved up and down you thigh “um, I’m actually happy with him and could you get your hand-“ before you could finish what you were saying fieldy comes barging in “hey man! What the fuck are you doing?” Fieldy grabs the collar of heads shirt and pulls his shirt up “get off me reggie! Your such a bitch! I could treat them better then you do” head had a smug look on his face as he pushed fieldy away. You were in the middle of all of this, you just sat there not knowing what to do. Fieldy stared in disbelief, he couldn’t form a sentence; fieldy stormed out in a fit of frustration "Reggie!” You got up to chase him, you felt heads hand clasp onto yours

"Let him leave, you can do better baby” you turned around and slapped his hand off yours “leave me alone, I don’t want you” you walk out the small room and head over to where you think fieldy is, he wasn’t there. You asked around if anyone had seen him, no one has, finally, you find him outside the bus in a dark small ally way. He’s sitting with his knees up to his chest and a mad pouty face, he had his white Bennie on, and his signature baggy shirt and pants

"Oh Reggie…..” You walked up to him and sat down beside him “I’m sorry about head-“ he cut you off before you could finish “do you actually like me?" He said in a harsh tone, although his tone was harsh you could see the tears starting to form in his eye ducts “yes I really do love you fieldy, and you’re the only man I love” you looked at him in a loving way, you genuinely loved him “why would you even want to be with someone like me? Heads right, I’m a piece of shit and a worthless junkie” he turned his head away from you and hugged his legs tighter to his chest “fieldy, I’m in a relationship with you for a reason, it’s because I love you. You’ve always stood up for me in middle school when I was getting bullied, you always give me lotus flowers. There’s so many reasons Reggie, and I love you just the way you are" you put your hand on his arm to give him more reassurance, you wanted to hug him, to tell him you loved him so much, to kiss his face and comfort him, but you knew you had to wait until he’s comfortable

"Even when I look like this?” Fieldy meant how chubby he was, fieldys insecurities always got in the way of his relationships, through out high school he had acne and some of the kids teased him for it, you always liked his acne, it made him look like a cute nerd, but you’d never tell him that “fieldy, I don’t care what you look like, I think your chubbiness is cute, you’re like a big bear! I-in a good way” you smiled hoping he didn’t take offence to that. Fieldy turned his head back, he had a small smile on his face, his eyes were still droopy, but his smile…. he leaned his head on your shoulder as you feel hot tears coming from his eyes “please… don’t leave" he mumbled, you’ve never seen this side of fieldy before, he’s always had this tuff guy personality, and now he’s crying on your shoulder ”I won’t Reggie, you don’t have to worry” you kissed the top of his head and let him cry on your shoulder for a while

You could feel his tears start to dry up as he lifted his head up “sorry…. I didn’t mean to get your shirt wet” it meant a lot to you that he lets you see his vulnerable side, he always hid his emotions away from everyone, even you sometimes “reggie…” you went closer to him and cupped his face “you’re such a sweetheart…” you started to kiss away the tears that were left on his face. He smiled at your touch. Once you were finished kissing his tears away, he returned the favour and kissed you properly ”we should get back.. the guys are gonna get worried” fieldy got up and held out his hand for you to take, you happily took his hand and he lead you back to the bus

The memories of 30 minutes ago flood your mind, you tried to push away your thoughts and focus on being with fiedly right now. You see that Jonathan is talking to fieldy so you listen in on their conversation

Jonathan: where were you dude? We almost left without you

Fieldy: I was hanging out with Y/N….

Jonathan: ohh, haha! I get it, you two had-

Fieldy: no it’s not like that!

You giggled at Jonathan’s expense. When you felt someone tap on your shoulder, you turn your head back and saw that it was munky “oh hey munky, do You need anything?” He had an unsure look on his face as he spoke “uh head wanted me to apologize to you for the way he acted” he rubbed the back of his neck looking more unsure of himself “he said that; he realizes how happy you two are together and he shouldn’t have come in the way of that” you Appreciated him for apologizing but you wished he said it face to face “thanks…” you said to clear the air. Fieldy came up to you “hey, we’re leaving soon to head to our next city" you nodded and fieldy sat down beside you. You two just sat together, enjoying each other’s company, fieldy had a beer in his hand and occasionally handed you the bottle, you loved him more then anything

#korn #reginald arvizu #fieldy Korn #fieldy x reader #it’s my first time writing angst so lmk how I did #james munky shaffer #brian head welch #Jonathan Davis #I love it when you guys request underrated people bc I love writing for them #someone request something with like dj lethal or David Silveria #munky korn #again sorry for any spelling mistakes

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This me on the left; Adam. And Josh is on the right side! I was hesitant to go to this party but Phillip insisted on me going, even though I was not too social. Well Phillip had his girl with him but I was alone. I was mingling with the crowd of what I thought were vey str8 men, when Phillip found me and said this guy Josh ask me if i were gay, and he said he didn’t know. So Phillip got us together and introduced us. I thought you were so fucking handsome, and just talking to you I already was having fantasies about you. But I played it cool because I didn’t want you to freak you out with all those str8 men around , and I get beat up! We were smoking some very good weed and I was so high. Then a guy named Zac came up to us and said he had scored some meth and if we would like to smoke some. You said yes right away and I said I had never smoked meth before. So I remember the three of us going to the bathroom 🚽 and Zac pulled out a glass pipe, and loaded it with some white crystal stuff. Zac lit 🔥 it up and trying to show me how to smoke it. I didn’t get it at first so Zac gave you the pipe and you instructed me on how to smoke it. Well I got that pipe and smoked it like a pro, and got extremely high in my mind and body, I really liked this high. When we were through we went back to the party and hung out together with you introducing me to all of your very hot Str8 friends. Then Phillip had to go home and he was my ride so I unwilling excused myself and went home,

Then about two weeks later there was a knock on my door at my house. It was you, Josh standing there with a big grin on your face. I invited you in and ask you how you knew where I lived and he said Phillip had showed him one day. I introduced you to my roommate Ric . I sat on the couch and when you started to talk I realized that you had been drinking or taken something. Then you pulled your phone out and was walking around the room and watching something on your phone. You walked in front of me and then Ric . Then you circled the dining room table and unzipped your pants. Then you kept walking around the living room and when you turned away from me I noticed that your pants had fallen down some and I could see the crack of your ass cheeks! Then you sat in the chair between Ric and I and said “ Is there anybody going to suck my dick!” I started to almost pant when you said that. My heart started to pound in my chest and I just froze there trying to understand what I think you said. You then looked up from your phone and looked at me and said “ Adam, would you suck my dick!” I then looked at Ric and he just looked back at me and nodded yes! So I stood up and then you stood up, pulled down your pants and underwear showing me your beautiful hard 9 inch cock. Then you laid down on the floor on your back and said it one more time “ Adam , please suck my dick!” I then got on the floor and bent over and put your dick in my mouth and you just moaned in ecstasy as I sucked your cock. You know Josh I sucked your dick for about 10 minutes before you told me to pull my pants down and show you my dick! I stood up and undid my pants, and pulled them down to my ankles, showing you my big fat nine and a half inch dick. You got up on your knees and grabbed my dick and started to suck it. I was feeling so fucking good having a Str8 man sucking my dick. While you were on your knees Ric got behind you and started to lick your asshole! This suck and lick went on for about 10 minutes.

You then pulled off of my dick and said that you wanted us to suck each other’s dicks at the same time. I told you that I would really like to 69 with you. So you laid on the floor on your back. I took off my pants and got above you on my hands and knees and guide my hard cock right into your mouth. Then I got your hard cock and put it in my mouth and we started to suck dick together! You said don’t cum in your mouth but it was too late, I was squirting my man cum into your mouth, about the same time you were cuming in my mouth! You swallowed my load and I swallowed your load! You then turned around and pressed your lips against mine and we mingled our cum in our mouths together! Then I stood up and put my pants back on and so did you.

You, Ric and I went into the dining room and sat down and smoked some weed. Then you started to tell us about how after this weekend that you were getting kicked out of your apartment. So we took pity on you and said you could crash on my couch. Well you jumped at that idea, and by the next two days moved you in.

I remember Ric going to bed early one night , leaving you and me in the living room by ourselves. You were laying on the couch to my left . And you had your phone out and watching some pornography and I was on my laptop watching some Gay pornography. We talked for some time and kept asking each other what we were watching and if our dicks were hard! You then said that you wanted to suck my dick, so you sat up on the couch, and I put my laptop down and walked over to you. We were high on weed and you looked up at me and said “ Zac told him that if you suck a dick that makes you gay!” So I pulled out my hard dick and you sucked my dick. I was so horny that I came in your mouth in about 5 minutes of your soft lips and hard sucking! I then knelt in front of you and unzipped your pants and pulled out your hard cock and gave you a blowjob . I was swallowing your dick when you shot your cum load into the back a of my throat making me gag on it. You said sorry, but I told you that I liked it!

You said that you would only stay for a month, but 14 months later you finally found yourself a new girl to move in with. But in those months you and I were inseparable as lovers! I’m glad I got to know you and be with you. I liked our hikes in the canyon. I liked to watch you race your BMX bike. And I just loved to be around you. I’m sorry, in a way, that you were definitely bisexual, but we parted ways and we had those memories of our Str8 men homosexual relationship.

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xoxoxo-beee · 2 years

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The reunion

Includes: y/n, Jean, eren, Connie

Summary: y/n comes back to her hometown, while she was gone for college, the little boys she remembered has grown up.

Warnings: drugs use, foursome, hardcore sex, let me know if there is some I missed :)

You, eren, Jean, and Connie has been friends since forever. Y’all parents were high school friends so basically y’all was forced to grow up together. They always acted like big brothers around you, especially Making sure no boys be around you. Now your back for the first time in 4 years.

When you got home you sat down your luggage and went straight to the place you know they would be at. Lay Club (basically a place I made up where it’s a cafe but also a activity center). When you walked inside memories came flushing in your brain. You walked around smiling and saying hello to your old classmates. Until you went into the vip room and saw them. Wow how much they had changed. Eren was smoking a blunt with a girl on his lap while Connie and Jean talking to the other 2 other girls. “Am I interrupting something?” “Y/N” Connie yelled and ran up to you giving you the biggest hug “when did you get here” you smiled “just a hour ago” Connie smiled and look you up and down “wow you have changed” “y’all have too”.

Jean came up and hug you harder. You looked behind him and saw the 2 girls giving you the evil stare and saw eren staring you down. “Hey eren long time no see?” He took the blunt out of his mouth and pushed the girl off of him causing her to yelp. He stood up and walked to you. Wow when did he get so tall. “Still short as hell, did you even grow?” You rolled your eyes “shut up, you get on my ner-..” “umm hello you know we are here” one of the girls made the comment “ok and you see we are talking shut the hell up” Connie replied. “Ugh we out” the 3 girls left. “Damn my bad didn’t mean to run them out” “we don’t care they was getting boring anyways”. Well damn “we should throw a welcome back party” “umm no it be alright” “shut up y/n we going do it at erens place” “what..why at my place” “bc…. It is anyways be there at 8”. Y’all all agreed and left

It was 7:30 and decided to go there a little early. You decided to wear a black cropped top and a black skirt. Eren sent you the address and you headed towards that way. When you got there you knocked on the door. Your eyes widened, it was eren with no shirt with his town hanging low that showed his v line. “Ah you here early” “umm yea” eren smiled “my eyes are up here y/n” you rolled your eyes and pushed him out of the way “don’t get so cocky” you sit down on the sofa and look on the table all you could see was weed and cocaine. “Eren wth why you have this stuff” “because it’s fun why not” “this stuff is bad for you” “and again I don’t care” he walks in the back to change and closed his door. You took the time to look around erens apartment. The first thing you see is a bra. “Really eren.” “What” you pointed at the bra “oh that’s not mine” “wow really” you said with a sarcastic voice

“Here I got some alcohol and the pizza should be on the way” “oh ok, where is Connie and Jean” “they the ones who are getting the pizza” “oh”. Eren reached for the blunt and light it. He blew the smoke it your face. You coughed “come on eren cut it out” “it’s my house I can do what I want to do. Want some?” “Hell no that stuff is terrible” “come on one puff and I leave you alone alr?” “…. Fine ok one puff”

(Side note: I’m not encouraging people to do drugs. Drugs are terrible and do not recommend trying)

You took the blunt and stated coughing. Eren started laughing. “So how was it?” “Not that bad actually” “see told you go ahead and take another puff” while you taking more puffs eren started sniffing up some of the cocaine.

“Why aren’t they opening the door?” Connie yelled “idk good thing eren leave a key in the flower pot” Jean replied while gabbing the key and unlocking it “hey y’all we got the pizza-..”. It was music blasting and you was up dancing while eren was sniffing up the cocaine. “What the hell” Jean yelled. You saw Jean and ran up to him “Heyyyy y’all what took y’all so long” you laughed “y/n are you fucking high” “noooo” you said laughing and walking away to take another puff. Connie took away the blunt “HEY, give it back” “hell no eren dude wth” eren smiled “when did y’all get here, come smoke with us” eren said while picking up the blunt. “Yes come on y’all don’t be a pussy” Connie and Jean gave up and started doing it also

an hour go by

Everyone is high as hell. There was one more blunt on the table and eren grab it first “come on eren let me have it” “no you already smoked 2 this one is mine”. You tried to grab the blunt and ended up on erens lap. Eren grabbed your hips. “I recommend you getting down” you smiled and say “or what?”. Eren was surprised that you replied to his comment like that. “Y/n get down your high” “yea high and horny, come on I know you had always wanted to. You think I’m dumb I saw how you looked at me when I came in.. come on eren please” you slowly got down from his lap and got on your knees and started unbuckling his belt. Jean and Connie walked in from getting more alcohol from the kitchen.

“What the hell is going on” “I don’t know she just started doing this” eren replied “but at the same time I don’t want to stop her. “I can do y’all 2 also” you smiled at them. You slowly took out erens cock. You gasped you have never seen a cock this big. “Come on don’t look at it suck it.” You have only fucked one boy and that was you ex boyfriend. Eren is much bigger then him. You started slow and only put the tip in. Eren rolled his eyes and grab your head and shove more then half of his cock down your throat. You started to freak out and tried to push away but eren stopped you. You had no choose but to take it. Your eyes started watering while he bobbed your head up and down.

While he did that Jean pulled down your skirt and started licking your pussy and Connie taking off your bra to suck your tits. Eren slapped your face “look at me… good girl” “shit I’m coming” “going take all my cum aren’t you?” Eren groaned while coming in your mouth. “Swallow” you swallowed it and open your mouth to show him. “Good”. Jean picked you up and continue eating you out. Your legs stated shaking and you was grabbing his head. You was screaming that you was coming . All they did was laugh at how you was reacting how you was shaking and trying to push away jean head. You did one last scream before coming in jeans mouth. Jean cleaned it all up for you. You was on the couch shaking and crying. “Please I need someone inside of me”

Connie grabbed you and put you above him shoving his dick in your ass. A loud scream came out. Connie covered your mouth “shut the fuck up im not even that big”. He started pounding you all you hear is smacking nosies. Eren decided that he was going have fun with you also so he was about to shove his dick in your pussy while Connie was in the back. “Wait no please eren I never had 2 at the same time”. Eren ignore your comment and continue pushing inside of you. You blacked out for a good second. Eren was smacking your face to wake up. “Wake up bitch, you can take 2”. All you could do was scream and yell. “Jean shut her up”. Jean walked over and shove his dick in your mouth. All of your holes was filled. You was dizzy. You didn’t feel so good. You could see erens dick in your stomach. They continue doing this for the next couple of hours. “You did so good y/n we should really do this more” There was cum dripping down your body and hand marks all over your body. You replied with a smile and shocked your head yes

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MERCEDES VARNADO X ZENDAYA LOVE STORY SMUT WARNING ⚠️ PART 3 of the continuation of the after hours love story

Chapter 9

"Really says mercedes annoyed "you almost die and you're worried about a date says mercedes "well I'm not gonna be happy about a date as I reached into her bag to grab a new piece of minty gum since the last one almost killed me and after I put the piece of gum in my mouth, I got up to follow mercedes behind her desk as she sat back down to attend to her papers and I sat down on the desk beside her work and crossed my legs in the tight skinny jeans "you aren't really going right says zendaya "why wouldn't I says mercedes as ahe didn't give me her complete attention which worried me and I cleared my throat "um excuse me hun, you do know what 'girlfriend' means right, this ain't an open relationship says zendaya "isn't says mercedes as she muttered under her breath

"Girl, this is not the time to correct me says zendaya as she Sassed mercedes and mercedes whipped her long blonde hair to the other side of her head as she gave me her attention "what's wrong with having a friendly date says mercedes "that guy is more than friendly and not to mention the fact that we are keeping our relationship on the down low for no reason, what's the issue there says zendaya "I don't want people in my business here like they were at the last school says mercedes as she admitted "so you're gonna pretend to coach cutie that we aren't a thing says zendaya as she raised a brow at mercedes "it's none of his business what you and I are says mercedes "it is when you're planning on going out to a court side game with him, by the way, I never once heard you talk about some basketball game with me says zendaya

"That's cause you don't really watch sports says mercedes as she rolled her eyes "doesn't mean I don't listen to you talk about them as I hopped off of the desk and looked over my girlfriend that was hurriedly checking off answers "do you like him says zendaya as she softly asked mercedes, I just wanted to know if something has changed between her and him "he's just a co worker zendaya nothing more says mercedes as she didn't even look at me which made me more fearful and I didn't tell her what I was thinking even though it was heartbreaking, she didn't really try to convince me, usually she would look me in the eyes and tell me I'm the only one and I didn't let her know how much it broke my heart and I silently walked out of the room and left her alone so I could go back home

But what I wanted more than anything was to relax with my friends

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I walked into the house and pulled my bag off of my shoulder to chuck it to the side and I pulled my shirt off over my head while stepping out of my shoes to go to the bedroom and I threw my shirt onto the messy bed before pulling off my tight jeans off of my lower torso leaving me only in boxer briefs and I walked onto the cold tile of our bathroom and went straight to the tub to turn on the water and let it fill, this whole day was already stressing me out with work but now mercedes is going out on dates with guys and it's not something I'm looking forward to and while the tub slowly filled from the bottom with water, I squeezed in a little soap before walking back out into the bedroom

I pressed on the button of the speaker before opening 'my drawer' inside there's a small box that I keep my stash in and by stash, I mean weed I scored before moving down to this fucking place and I grabbed my papers and the baggie of weed to take it into the bathroom and set up a few joints to smoke while I take a bath and after quickly rolling one ,I turned off the bath water so that it was filled more than halfway with suds, finally after finding the perfect Playlist, lighting a few candles and adjusting my now nude body within the water and I was finally able to light my joint and let the weed take over my thoughts and I was barely to the hallway point with my first joint when the front door slammed, but I didn't care, I took another hit of the joint and held the smoke in my lungs for quite a while until finally exhaling deeply

The music in the other room got a little quieter but it was only because mercedes turned it down and her heels finally clicked onto the bathroom tile but I didn't give her my attention, I just continued smoking and trying to relax in the water "babe says mercedes as she called from the doorframe but all I did was exhale, I guess that frustrated mercedes a little bit so she flicked on the light switch "are you really playing the silent game with me says mercedes and no response "cause I know how to make you lose says mercedes and mercedes stepped out of her heels after turning the light back off and lost about five inches before unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the ground and after hurriedly putting her hair up In a bun, she tip toed closer to the tub and I had to do my best to not look at her

Mercedes leaned in to grab my joint from my hand and put it in her mouth while slowly unbuttoning her blouse, I gave her the rudest face as I watched her deeply inhale and exhale my weed and mercedes handed the joint back to me before reaching back to unsnap her bra then pulling her panties off leaving no room for modesty and mercedes slowly climbed into the half filled tub and sat across from me, now I had no choice but to look at her "get your tall Polynesian ass out of my bath as I bit at her before taking another hit of my joint "no says mercedes as she got more comfortable under the water and placed her long legs over and around my body "not until you stop being mad at me says mercedes

I deeply inhaled another puff of smoke before mercedes grabbed the joint to take another hit "you're so fucking childish says mercedes as she exhaled "I'm childish because I don't want my girlfriend going out on some date with the schools hottest teacher says zendaya and mercedes glared at zendaya "besides you of course says zendaya "it's just a friendly date, you can't trust me says mercedes as she whined and I retrieved my herbal refreshment and looked at mercedes for a moment "I have no problem trusting you but Mr nice smile is going to die if I find out he tries anything with you says zendaya and mercedes grabbed my free hand from under the water trying to signal me to change my position in the tub

I decided to take her up on her offer and move in between her legs so that I could lean against her and be a bit more comfortable in this extremely tight space and her hand rested on my thigh as mercedes replied "baby, I don't want him, I know I didn't make it obvious at school and it was just because I was trying to finish grading says mercedes as her lips met my neck before she continued "but this is a game I had been wanting to go to ever since I moved down here and it's court side says mercedes as she gushed "how many times will I get a court side seat says mercedes and I didn't want to admit it but she was right, I had no reason not to trust her and what If that coach Tandy shit is all in my head

She kissed my neck a few more times before pulling away to whisper in my ear "so what do you say, can I have your blessing mom says mercedes and I chuckled lightly feeling her hot breath go down the back of my neck "yes you can go, do what you want says zendaya "and you're fine with it says mercedes "hell no, I would never be down for someone to take my girlfriend out on a Date whether it's friendly or not as I retorted but when I noticed my tone ,I quickly decided to joke around so I could lighten the mood "you're just lucky you're smoking hot and Hella funny says zendaya "yeah I bet that's it says mercedes as she kissed my cheek softly and pulled me closer to her chest

Chapter 10

FRIDAY NIGHT

As soon as I got home from work, I pressed out on the couch, so when the doorbell woke me up almost four hours later, you would understand my frustration of being woken up from one of the longest naps I've ever been able to take in a while "I got it as I groaned to myself quickly tying my messy hair up In a bun before reaching for the handle, when I opened it to see the figure on the other side ,I was almost tempted to slam the door shut "aye zendaya I didn't expect you to be here says Tandy as he smirked, he looked nice dressed up in pants and a sports jersey but it wasn't quite my taste "is mercedes varnado here says Tandy

"One sec says mercedes as she called from behind me and I turned to see what she was doing, she had a similar sports jersey on that I had never seen before and some pants that went right above her ankles, she was tying on her left converse at the couch "I just need some comfortable shoes on says mercedes and I walked away from the door as Tandy stepped into the frame "well I'll go to the car really quick says Tandy as he mentioned "I gotta go call my son and check up on him says Tandy and I crossed my arms and stood by the TV just watching mercedes prepare to spend a Friday night with coach Tandy and she grabbed her phone from the coffee table and started out the door when she stopped to turn on her heel and walk towards me, her lips connected with mine for a passionate kiss and left me completely breathless

"I'll be good says mercedes as she reassured zendaya "curfew is at 12 says zendaya as she joked "okay mom says mercedes as she responded before walking out of the door and slamming it shut behind her and I was alone and honestly worried

Mercedes point of view

After stocking up on drinks and food at the concession Stand ,we took our seats court side and the court was filled with players doing their last minute practice run throughs "this is so cool as I muttered underneath my breath "sure is says Tandy as he agreed putting a piece of popcorn in his mouth and the first buzzer sounded causing the team's to get into huddle to discuss their game plan before the game started

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After a lot of rebounds, free throws, passes, and running back and forth, the game ended and the visiting team sadly won but I had so much fun and Tandy and I got so excited and upset during the game, every time someone would do a stupid foul, we were both tempted to go out there and beat the players asses, it was like we were so in sync as sports fanatics and Tandy decided we shouldn't end the night there and splurged for some frozen yogurt and who am I to say no to free food and we sat down across from each other at a table after grabbing our cups of yogurt and began digging in "so how's the new class life treating you says Tandy as he asked curiously with that straight smile and I shrugged and after swallowing down a spoonful of yogurt, I replied "it's another teaching job says mercedes "do you think you'll stay says Tandy

"Are you trying to run me out of town already says mercedes and he laughed a little before scooping another spoonful "not at all, I'm just making sure you'll stay here and chill for a little bit before running off to a better job says Tandy "I like it here in Seattle so I'm sure it'll be a while until I find a new gig or let one find me as I admitted pushing my untamable hair out of my face "what about you I mean I doubt being a coach for teenagers isn't always fun says mercedes "actually it is says Tandy as he licked his lips and began scraping the inside of his cup for another spoonful "especially if one of the kids make me mad, I can force them to run a few laps because I don't want to deal with them says Tandy "you're so cruel says mercedes as she giggled

"Nope I'm just showing them discipline since most of their parents don't do that nowadays says Tandy "wow, calling out the birth givers, you better watch out at the next pta meeting as I joked Taking another bite of yogurt into my mouth to finally finish my cup of froyo and I sat the cup on the table and exhaled deeply feeling the fullness of all the junk I've ate tonight start to take a toll on me "I think I'm done says mercedes "ne too says Tandy as he agreed putting his cup on the table

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Tandy began driving me home with Chris brown blasting on the radio but I wasn't paying much attention and I was scrolling through my phone and wondering why zendaya hadn't bothered to text me all night, I know she was upset about this whole 'friendly date' thing but it's so unlike her to not text me at all to check up, I wonder how much this whole thing really hurt her, u could tell it didn't but I didn't realize it would hurt her so much that she'd just ignore me all night like this and as I was about to send her a message that I was on my way home, I felt a big hand land on my thigh from across the cars console and I froze for a moment before looking over at Tandy "um what are you doing says mercedes and he stopped the car and I noticed we were in the middle of my apartments parking lot

He leaned in to kiss me and his lips barely grazed mine before I pulled away "Tandy stop says mercedes "what's wrong says Tandy as he asked confused as his face was only a mere nine inches away from mine "I'm sorry but I'm not into you like that as I gulped down feeling terrible that I could've possibly lead him on this whole time "you don't have to be into me says Tandy as he smirked trying to lean in again and luckily my hand pressed against his face pushing him away "fall back fool, did you not hear what I just fucking said, if this was all about sex you can forget ever being around me again as I pulled on the door handle and just as I was about to grab my shit to leave he grabbed my hand to pull me back down "mercedes, please I'm sorry says Tandy as he frowned

I rolled my eyes and yanked my hand away to get out properly, I leaned into the car and glared him down "fuck you Tandy as I bit at him before slamming the door harshly and walking to the apartment complex and as a car peeled out from the parking lot, I rustled in my bag to find my house keys ,finally after searching for a few moments, I found the mess of keys on a lanyard and fidgeted with the right one until I unlocked the apartment door so I could get in and try to forget this night even happened and my back pressed up against the door as I closed completely and I exhaled deeply before fully opening my eyes to see the dark living room, there was no loud music or TV show playing in the apartment, it was completely silent

I locked the door and carried my things to the couch before dropping them off there for the time being and my feet slowly trailed to the back of the apartment building where the bedroom door was shut, I quietly turned the handle to open the door and see a familiar figure laying in bed and feeling so exhausted and honestly annoyed with today's events, I just decided to strip off all of my clothing and slip into bed beside my sleeping girlfriend and after finally getting my pants off of me and throwing them as close as I could to the hamper, I crawled up from the end of the bed to slip under the covers and put my arm around zendaya so I could pull her close and get comfortable

She shifted a little in her sleep until finally her eyes slowly opened and she gave me a drowsy smile "mm hi baby says zendaya as her hoarse voice spoke to me "when did you get home says zendaya and the only light we had in the room for the moment was radiating from the moon into the window, that little piece of light showed partial spots of my girlfriends face and I couldn't help but kiss her nose quickly before responding "a minute or so ago says mercedes "how was the game says zendaya. Should I tell her or will it make her even more mad if I don't and I bit down on my bottom lip and shook my head "it's not worth mentioning right now, wanna talk about it in the morning says mercedes

Zendaya was so exhausted that she could barely keep her eyes open and she did her best to nod "okay night mercedes varnado says zendaya "night zendaya as I softly whispered to the girl in my arms as I listened to her breathing patterns start to slow down

Chapter 11

Zendayas point of view

I stretched my muscles tiredly as I began to wake up to a new day, I felt out for mercedes but she wasn't there but I had a feeling I knew where she was and after slipping one of mercedes jerseys on, I walked out into the hallway and the aroma of bacon and eggs filled my nostrils and I tip toed onto the cold wood floor of the kitchen/dining room to see mercedes tending to food in a skillet with a spatula still unaware I was awake and as she transferred the eggs onto a plate, I quietly walked up to wrap my arms around her waist and press a surprising kiss or two on her neck "morning says mercedes as she laughed softly setting her hand over my arm "morning as I replied giving mercedes one more kiss before letting go to walk to the table so she could serve me

She brought the plates of food over along with some new plates so we could pile on what we wanted and after she prayed over the food like always, we dug in "so how was your night says mercedes as she asked me curiously after swallowing down the eggs she had just put in her mouth and I looked down at what I was piercing with my fork and shrugged "it was good, I smoked and watched a movie before I got really sleepy, how was your date with coach Tandy says zendaya "it wasn't a date says mercedes as she protectively replied but noticed how upset she was getting and calmed down "it just wasn't says mercedes "Jesus, what's got you so shook up says zendaya and mercedes smiled over at zendaya "you want some milk says mercedes

I knew something was up now just because she was trying to change the subject, that's the only way I could tell she was hiding something and I got up and followed her to the fridge, before she could reach in, I slammed the door shut so she'd have to look at me "what happened last night that you aren't telling me says zendaya and mercedes sighed out deeply, mentally putting pieces together "Tandy tried to kiss me says mercedes. That son of a bitch, keep your cool zendaya, just listen to her before you run off and pull a 'Lauren' and I clenched my jaw in anger to try to keep my true emotions from coming out "did you let him says zendaya and mercedes vigorously shook her head "no, I would never, I thought it was supposed to be a friendly hangout says mercedes

"Friendly my ass as I snarled before walking back to the table to sit down and mercedes opened the fridge once more to pull out a gallon of milk "look shouldn't you be happy that I stopped him instead of being upset that the date ever happened says mercedes after pulling down two glasses from the cupboard, she began pouring the milk for herself and I "i know you weren't happy with the date to begin with which is why you distanced yourself all night says mercedes "what, so you're mad because I didn't text you all night says zendaya as she bit at mercedes "pardon me for being hurt that my girlfriend didn't listen to me about the fact that there's nothing 'friendly' about a guy like that, I'm sorry I wasn't able to text you and keep up a conversation while my heart was breaking says zendaya

"But you could smoke to get over it, really sats mercedes as she had no ability to try and fight with me, she knew what she did was wrong but being so stubborn, she continued to pursue the fight "makes a lot of sense says mercedes "you know what mercedes as I pushed my plate away from me to lean back in my chair "I'm just telling you how I felt which is what you always want me to do, I told you I didn't want you to go on the date but you assured me that it was just a friendly moment, did you not says zendaya "I- says mercedes "answer the fucking question, did you or did you not say this was going to be a friendly date says zendaya and mercedes looked down at the floor and frowned "yes I did says mercedes

"So give me a reason why I shouldn't be mad that coach Tandy tried to make a move on my girlfriend sats zendaya and she didn't say anything, she knew she was wrong and I felt bad that I was being so harsh to her and I sighed out deeply before getting back up to go over to the kitchen counter that mercedes was leaned against, I pressed my front into hers and nudged her chin up so that she could look at me and when her eyes met mine ,I could see how upset she was about this whole event, she didn't even have to tell me, those beautiful brown puppy dog eyes were all that I needed to see

"Look I know you didn't mean for that night to turn out like that, okay I'm sorry for getting so worked up, it's just- mercedes, you may be older but sometimes you think too much of people and don't really look further to see who they really are until something like this happens, I know you are really smart but sometimes you should just listen to me because there are times when I'm not dyslexic and I actually know what I'm talking about as I joked trying to get mercedes to smile and I did "I know you just wanted to see that game but I would've rather you went and not have been taking advantage of, ya know says zendaya and mercedes nodded still silent as before "I'm sorry says zendaya "I'm sorry too says mercedes as she frowned

"Don't be says zendaya as she sighed out "just smile and let's continue our breakfast as I pecked mercedes lips softly "okay says zendaya and a small smirk began in the corner of her mouth and mercedes nodded letting me lead her back over to the table after I grabbed my full glass of milk and we sat down and continued eating in a comfortable silence before I decided to speak up again and start a brand new conversation "the girls are really excited to meet you officially when we get back to Santa Ana as I took another forkfull of eggs and put it in my mouth and her eyebrow raised at me "who said I was going to meet your friends says mercedes

"I did and so did they says zendaya as she smiled "you do remember when normani said 'we will kill you if you hurt zendaya right says zendaya and mercedes nodded "she's not fucking joking, they want to know who you are says zendaya "isn't that going to be wierd,I was your teacher says mercedes as she messed with the food on her plate before picking up a slice of bacon to bite off a piece "possibly says zendaya and after a few moments of her contemplating the event mercedes sighed out in defeat "fine, I'll do it says mercedes "yes as I exclaimed happily "now to our next order of business says zendaya "ugh Says mercedes as she groaned "the day just started, can't this wait says mercedes and zendaya shook her head "no this is serious and I need you to keep an open mind when I ask you says zendaya

"Fine says mercedes as she sipped her milk "ask away says mercedes and I took a deep breath knowing that mercedes will probably get just as upset as she was last time "have you thought over the fact that my parents want to meet you says zendaya "zendaya- says mercedes "no mercedes as I stopped her before mercedes could give me a big speech "my parents are actually really accepting and they've always supported me even though they've never been around, I want you to meet them and I want them to meet you says zendaya and mercedes studied me for a moment as she crossed her arms and I pushed my bottom lip out to pout and sighed "please baby varnado says zendaya and hearing my nickname made her smile uncontrollably and eventually she gave in "fine says mercedes

"Yas says zendaya as she cheered "you're the best says zendaya "I better be says mercedes as she responded in a stern tone

Chapter 12

AN AIRPORT IN DOWNTOWN ANAHEIM

It was finally Thanksgiving break which meant that mercedes and I could head off and spend a week with our family and friends in California, I'm really hoping this will be good for mercedes because her headaches have seemingly gotten worse even though she won't admit it, she always cringes when a light is too bright or she has to turn the TV down because it gets extremely painful for her to listen to it even if it's just at 12 percent, I'm hoping that the lack of stress will help her get back to normal and mercedes promised her family she'd meet up with them first and kissed me goodbye to take the first cab we saw, I honestly insisted she'd take it because I knew the sooner she was surrounded by her family, the happier she'd be

As I stood on the sidewalk waiting for another cab to drive up ,I heard loud girlish shrieks echo through the airport and I turned around to see four if my closest friends speeding after me in a group mob and I cringed at the sight and waited to be flung around into a huge group hug with some mutters and whispers full of 'I love you', -we missed you' and 'damn you're never leaving again' "guys says Lauren as she yelled out "give her some space says Lauren and they all pulled away and Lauren rushed into a hug with me and I felt the absolute love and warmth off of her "I deserve the first hug says Lauren and normani eventually yanked the younger girl off so she could take her spot in a hug with me, soon ally and camilla did the same until finally they all pulled away to look over me in amazement

"What as I asked feeling a slight sense of vulnerability "you've changed says normani as she smirked "like a bad change, literally the only new thing I do is use a new conditioner actually it's mercedes conditioner but don't tell her I use it as I brushed my hair over to the side nervously and the girls shared a similar look of mischief which made me even more confused about what was going on "it's a good change, don't worry says Lauren as she smirked grabbing my hand and camilla grabbed my other one "now, let's all go back to my place and reunite properly says Lauren

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I laid back on Lauren's couch ,in the small apartment Mike and Clara got for her and finally felt a wave of relief from dealing with that long trip up here "so tell us all about Seattle says ally as she exclaimed leaning against normani which was a sight to see "There's lots of coffee shops, a lake or two and a giant structure shaped like a needle as I joked propping myself up by the arm of the couch "that's boring sats normani as she groaned "tell us about ms mercedes says normani "yas, I've been waiting for this part ever since we picked you up says camilla as she gushed laying her hand on my arm and squeezing excitedly "ow says zendaya as she whined prying her hands off "that was a half hour ago says zendaya "quit stalling and tell us says Lauren as she groaned

"Mercedes and I are..." I thought about it for a moment, although her and I have our differences, there's nothing really wrong with our relationship, she loves me and I love her "great says zendaya "great, that's all we get says normani as she whined "tell us about the sex says normani "what about it says zendaya "do you have sex says normani as she questioned dumbly and ally smacked her arm making the darker girl straighten up "I mean of course says zendaya as she awkwardly admitted "is it good says Lauren as she smirked fiendishly from the end of the couch "well I wouldn't brag says zendaya "is it not good says camilla as she exclaimed worriedly and I shook my head and laughed "it's amazing, I just don't want to brag says zendaya

"I bet you and ms sexy go at it like two dogs in heat says normani as she joked grabbing allys hand "she's kept you in detention long enough to prove that says normani and my face heated up quickly feeling pretty awkward about the whole ordeal, usually I wouldn't be so uptight and nervous about this topic but I haven't seen my friends in so long and the whole 'sex' talk was not the first thing I expected from them, it was like the sixth topic in my mind "so when do we get to officially chill with ms mercedes says Lauren as she asked calmly "chill says zendaya as she asked nervously "you'll have to get her drunk to have her be 'chill' around the four of you after all of this says zendaya as she joked

They all shared a slight glimpse but I didn't really catch onto it in fact I didn't care because normani and ally started telling Lauren and camilla about some new restaurant that they'd need to go to and I pulled out my phone and decided to check in on mercedes since it's been almost an hour since I've heard from her

Zendaya: hey there

Baby varnado: hi hunny

Zendaya: how's it going with the fam

Baby varnado: pretty good, there's actually something I need to talk to you about when I see you tonight at the hotel

Zendaya: if it's rough hotel sex, you need to warn me so I can stretch 😏

Baby varnado: LAMO NO

Baby varnado: well, maybe

Baby varnado: FUCK THATS NOT THE POINT AND NOW YOU GOT MY ASS OFF TOPIC 😔

Zendaya: ok ok I'm sorry, go on

Baby varnado: I'll tell you about it at the hotel, so how's the friends

Zendaya: good, they asked me about you

Baby varnado: uh oh, what about

Zendaya: what do you think

Baby varnado: S. E. X.

Zendaya: why'd you right it like that

Baby varnado: write* and because I wanted to, you can tell me about how they got curious about our sex life later, I gotta go, my sis Regina wants to go with me to the store 🙈

Zendaya: ok see you around 10

Baby varnado: SEE YOU THEN BABE💋

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Eventually the girls agreed to take me to the hotel if I promised to talk to mercedes into a 'get together' at Lauren's apartment, I knew I was more than capable of talking her into it if I just use my tounge so I wasn't worried and I finally made it to the door of our hotel room, after sliding the card on the handle and pushing the door open, I walked into the slightly small but comfortable place that had one bed in the middle of the room and mercedes was Standing on one side with her back to the door as she pulled her au shirt off over her head and I sat my bags by the wall and cleared my throat Making mercedes head whip to one side "hey baby says mercedes as she smirked turning her bare torso towards me to grab a different shirt and place it over her body

"Hi as I walked over to softly place a kiss on her lips before walking to my side and plugging my phone up to the charger already placed in the outlet "what the hell do you think you're doing says mercedes as she exclaimed from across the room "charging my phone as I sassed her, sitting down to check my phone before sitting it on the ground "you can use my charger says zendaya "ugh fine says Mercedes as she sighed out walking to sit down on the end of the bed to pick up my backpack, her hands rummaged around until she found a long, white cord and I finally finished setting my alarm ,put the phone down and walked over to the bed to crawl in behind mercedes and my arms went around her stomach and I placed soft kisses on her neck

"What do you want says mercedes as she growled flicking her screen to close out all of her apps and I pulled my mouth away and smirked "what makes you think I want something says zendaya "we were just talking about chargers and now you're all over me ,do what do you want says mercedes "you says zendaya and mercedes laughed hysterically before finally catching her breath "no seriously says mercedes "fine as I rolled my eyes and pulled off of her so that she'd turn around and look at me to talk "the girls want to meet you tomorrow night says zendaya "I bet they do says mercedes "mercedes please, take this seriously as I begged setting one of my hands on her side

"Okay tomorrow says mercedes as she sighed leaning in to peck my lips once or twice, maybe even three times because she was being such a cutie although my constantly vibrating phone on the floor kind of ruined the cute moment "someone is popular says mercedes as she joked sarcasticly and I got up from the bed to walk over and see that my phone was lit up with message notifications

Lauren: honey, spend the night with me

Lauren: GIRL! ANSWER

Lauren: stop fucking your teacher and answer me, I want you to spend the night with me

Lauren: BABY

"Who is it says mercedes as she asked slipping the comforter off of the bed "Lauren as I laughed scrolling through the texts "what does she want this late says mercedes "I think she wants me to spend the night says zendaya "oh says mercedes as she got silent as I started to reply to Lauren

Zendaya: are those baby's for me or camilla

Lauren: oh shut up, they're for you 😒

Zendaya: don't fucking roll your eyes at me jauregui, I was just asking a question

Lauren: WHATEVER, JUST COME SPEND THE NIGHT PLS, WE WILL GO SEE MOM AND DAD IN THE MORNING FOR SOME AMAZING BREAKFAST 😱

"You should go says mercedes as she continued to break the silence "really says zendaya and mercedes nodded "my head hurts too much tonight to get really freaky but tomorrow I will give you ranchy hotel sex until there's a complaint downstairs says mercedes "deal as I said yanking my phone from the cord to run over to the bed and seal the deal with a kiss and I laid out beside mercedes and typed out a message to Lauren

Zendaya: come get me

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