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luvfae · 2 years

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REVENGE

summary: nate is your boyfriend and you found out that he cheated on you, so you decide to get revenge.

fandom: euphoria

pairings: elliot x f reader, nate x f reader

warnings: smut, cheating, swearing, unprotected sex, public sex, sex in the pool (don’t do this irl, it screams uti)

You had been dating Nate Jacobs for a few months now and honestly it wasn’t the best relationship. He was angry, all the time, for no reason. It was just apart of his horrible personality, not to mention he wasn’t the best in bed, which was a real deal breaker for you. But you stuck around to see if maybe he would get better with time. Safe to say he only got worse.

You were at school when Maddy, your best friend, came up to you and told you the truth.

“Y/N, don’t freak out but I you need to hear this,” Maddy said. You turned your full attention to her, closing your locker. “Last night I went to Cassie’s house and walked in on her and Nate fucking.”

Your eyes went wide, rage filling your entire being. “That bitch!”

“I know, she’s a total traitor,” Maddy said.

“No. Not Cassie, Nate!” You replied. Maddy furrowed her eyebrows. “He’s terrible in bed and somehow he manages to cheat on me?!”

“Well, what are you gunna do about it?” Maddy asked. You thought about for a few seconds, various plans running through your head until you had the perfect one.

“I’m going to cheat on him and make sure he finds out,” you said. “Tonight, at his party.”

“Cheating on him in his own house at his own party?” Maddy said, eyebrows raised. “Bitch, you’re my soulmate,” Maddy laughed.

School ended and you were at Nate’s party, standing with him in the kitchen as he grilled you about what you were wearing.

“What’s the problem Nate?” You asked, rolling your eyes at him.

“Too short, too much cleavage,” Nate huffed, glaring at you. “You look like a fucking whore and it’s embarrassing me,” he said.

Your sighed, downing your drink before dropping the empty glass onto the floor, on purpose. Glass shattered all over Nate’s feet and his glare on you hardened. “Whoops,” you said, nonchalantly, rolling your eyes and pushing past him and leaving him alone in the kitchen.

You searched around his house, trying to find anyone who was alone and attractive. Your eyes landing on a boy who you recognised from your math class. You smiled, walking over to him. You had nothing to lose.

“Elliot right?” You asked, staring at him as his eyes raked up and down your body.

“Yeah,” he said, bringing his joint to his lips, taking a long drag. You reached over, stealing his joint and and taking a hit for yourself. Elliot watched you carefully, trying to figure out why you were talking to him.

“Do you wanna go for a swim?” You asked, blowing smoke into his face, handing him back his joint.

Elliot snickered, looking over at the empty pool. “You’re serious?” He asked and you nodded. “Okay, sure,” he shrugged.

You grinned, grabbing Elliot’s hand. You led him through the crowd and outside to the pool, where you kicked your heels off and pulled your dress over your head. Leaving you in your underwear.

Elliot let out a nervous laugh, watching you as you stepping into the pool, diving off the stairs and into the water.

You emerged again, glancing over your shoulder to look at him. “Don’t just stand there, get in here,” you said.

Elliot took his clothes off, getting into the pool. You swam over to him, hands snaking around his neck and your legs wrapping around his waist. Elliot rested his hands on your hips, eyebrows furrowed, wondering how the hell he got himself in this position with you of all people.

You smiled at him, pressing your lips against him. Elliot was taken by surprise, but he quickly kissed you back, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You pulled away, peppering sloppy kisses against his neck.

“I’m so horny right now,” you whispered, glancing around. So far, nobody was looking. “I want you to fuck me,” you said, looking back down at him.

“What, right now? In here?” He asked and you nodded with a smile, your bottom lip in between your teeth. Elliot breathed out, eyes wide at your request.

“Please?” You begged, staring at him with innocent eyes. “I need you so bad,” you said, your hand reaching down into the water to palm his already hard cock through his briefs.

Elliot groaned, pushing you against the edge of the pool, your back flat against the wall. You smirked at him, reaching into his briefs, your hand wrapping around his shaft, slowly pumping him up and down.

“Shit,” he whispered, looking down, watching your hand work magic against his cock.

“My boyfriend is gunna fucking kill you when he finds us,” you said.

Elliot’s eyes snapped up to yours. “You have a boyfriend?” He asked.

“Nate Jacobs,” you replied. Elliot shook his head, wondering what the fuck he was doing, getting ready to pull away from you. “But he cheated on me, so it’s fair game now,” you said.

“Jesus fucking christ,” he sighed.

Elliot pursed his lips, thinking about this moment. He wanted to fuck you so badly. His sinful thoughts taking over, all commonsense going out the window as he pushed your panties aside, moving closer to you once again.

You bit your bottom lip, arms tightly wrapping around his shoulders as he pushed his hard cock inside of you. Your jaw dropped as he stretched you out, you weren’t used to having something so big inside of you.

Elliot began to snap his hips into yours, fucking his big cock into your pussy and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. “That feels so fucking good,” you moaned, nails digging into the skin of his back.

Elliot fucked you senseless in Nate’s pool. Everything about this situation was making you more and more horny, you didn’t care if people were watching and you hoped that Nate would find you.

“Your so tight,” Elliot breathed. You moaned at his words. “Your boyfriend been depriving you, Y/N?”

You nodded. “You fuck me so much better,” you whined. “Shit, don’t fucking stop.”

Elliot placed his hands either side of you, thrusting his hips faster, grunts escaping his mouth at the feeling of your tight pussy wrapping around him.

“You’re gunna make me cum,” you said, face twisting in pleasure as your felt your orgasm building. Water splashed around you as Elliot fucked you harder than anyone ever had before. You couldn’t stop the moans that were falling from your mouth. “Yes! Please don’t fucking stop,” you cried, mouth open wide as you looked up at him.

Nate had been looking for you everywhere. He was convinced you had left, until Cassie informed him that you were in the pool.

“I locked the door so people won’t go out,” Cassie said, running after him as he barged past people to get to the pool. “I don’t want you to get embarrassed if people know.”

“Know what?!” He yelled, taring the door open. Cassie flinched when he slammed it in her face, watching him stalk over to the pool.

You moaned loudly as your orgasm began to tear through your body. “Fuck, i’m coming!” You cried, legs shaking, pussy convulsing against Elliot.

Nate looked over at the scene before him. Watching as another guy fucked you in his own house. He swear he saw red at the sight.

You noticed him out of the corner of your eyes and looked over at him. A smirk forming on your lips as you rode out your high. “I want you to cum inside of me, Elliot,” you said, never breaking eye contact with Nate. “I wanna be able to feel it all inside of me, fill me up, please,” you whined, looking back at Elliot.

It wasn’t even about the revenge anymore for you. Elliot’s dick was better than you thought it would be. You pushed your lips against his, tongue sliding into his mouth as you felt his dick twitch, hot cum shooting inside of you.

“Yes, give it all to me,” you grinned. Elliot looked at you, eyes filled with lust as he rode out his high, slowly pulling away from you. He pressed a sweet kiss against your forehead, fixing your underwear for you and you smiled.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/N?!” Nate yelled.

You and Elliot both looked over at him. You laughed at his reaction. “It sucks doesn’t it? Being cheated on, now you know how I feel,” you said, swimming towards the steps to get out of the pool.

“Fuck…” Nate whispered.

“Fair is fair, Nate,” you smiled, grabbing Elliot’s hand, stepping out of the pool with him. “We’re gunna get going,” you said, snatching your dress and heels from the ground. You looked up at your ex boyfriend. “Now that i’ve found someone who actually knows how to use their dick i’m kinda excited, where should we fuck next, Elliot?” You asked, glancing over at him.

“Anywhere you want, babe,” he replied, playing along, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

You smiled at Nate. “See ya,” you waved, taking Elliot’s hand again and walking off. “Oh, and incase it wasn’t clear already, we’re over!” You called.

Nate watched as you walked off with Elliot, his hands closed into fists, breathing heavy. He was so humiliated by everything that had just happened, but you couldn’t of been happier.

Not only did you get your revenge you also found Elliot, which was a huge bonus.

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lemoncakedragon · 7 years

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Prequel to One Last Goodbye

Hey! So, here’s the prequel to One Last Goodbye. New readers, READ THIS FIRST before reading this chapter. Little note at the end for you guys but I hope you enjoy this!

Goodnight Babygirl

Clothes everywhere. Spilling out of drawers, flung across the bed, just everywhere. Packing was Camila’s kryptonite. She’s the type that over packs for any trip. A three-day trip would look like a month and half stay according to all the contents in Camila’s suitcase. She just wanted to be ready for anything.

But the frustrated look on Camila’s face now said something different.

She had no idea what to pack. A weekend getaway to Vegas for her 21st birthday should’ve been easy to pack for, but that was before she started to see Lauren in a new light just weeks ago.

“This is probably the worst idea you could’ve agreed to, Camila. Great job,” she said sarcastically to herself. For the past 45 minutes, she had been going through every piece of clothing she owned. Nothing.

Nothing she owned was good enough. Enough to turn heads, yes, but not enough to turn the one head she wanted.

Lauren is beautiful. Even at a young age, people always knew she would be one of those pretty popular girls that has a bitch attitude because they always get what they want.

But Camila knew her better. Yeah, Lauren was a bitch to those she didn’t like but she always took care of the close circle of friends she had. Whether it was picking them up from a bar at four in the morning, or going out of her way to pick up someone from the airport an hour away, she would never say no to those that mattered.

Every time she’s with her, every bone in her body turns to jelly. She’s a wreck whenever Lauren is close, and yet, she never felt more alive. How everyone and everything ceased to exist whenever she was in the picture, how she hung on to every word she said, every little thing Lauren did because she couldn’t get enough of her–she hasn’t felt this way in a long time.

Camila sat down in front of her empty suitcase. She needed to get this done quickly. Her flight leaves in five hours and she needed to be at the airport in three to meet Lauren.

“Come on, Camila. You passed the bar exam with flying colors. Packing is nothing compared to that.” She gave herself a small fist pump and dove right into it.

To say Camila was nervous was an understatement. Her palms were sweating and she couldn’t stop fidgeting. It hasn’t even been five minutes since her driver dropped her off. The last text she got from Lauren was her saying she was ten minutes away.

Camila’s internal battle with her mind and her heart was exhausting. She wanted to stop thinking about her feelings and enjoy her weekend but how? Alcohol, a touchy-drunk Lauren, and the amount of butterflies erupting from her stomach would definitely do her no good if she spilled the pot full of feelings. She needed to be alert and on her best behavior but…then what? If she accomplished not doing something she’ll regret this weekend, then the likelihood of going home with Lauren still a friend was in her favor. She shook her head. She wasn’t ready to think ahead, She just needed to focus on getting through this weekend.

Camila was so deep into her thoughts; she didn’t notice Lauren come in through the automatic doors in her Philipp Plein black boots, Lucky Brand black jeans, and 1975 concert shirt. Strutting through the airport like she owned the place. Her family was rich enough that they could.

And then there she was, standing in front of Camila with excitement in her eyes and a beautiful smile on her face.

“Ready to go?” She said with enthusiasm. Too much for Camila’s liking but she did her best to hide whatever struggle she was going through. She felt dainty fingers interlace with hers; the butterflies in her stomach erupting in full force.

With a deep breath she looked at Lauren, “Of course! Let’s go.”

They got in quite late on Friday night.

It was nice though. Check-in lines were also almost nonexistent and the room was ready when they got there. Her father tried to book the penthouse, but at the peak of travel season, the deluxe suite was the next best thing. One room, one bed…lovely.

“Camila, look at this view! Wow. The Strip looks amazing!”

Camila walked over to the giant window of their suite and stood next to Lauren. She was right. The view was amazing. The different colored lights, hordes of people still walking around made this city look so alive. However, unknown to Lauren, Camila felt that it paled in comparison to the beauty of Lauren right beside her.

Lauren wrapped her arm around Camila’s waist and pulled her closer.

“I’m going to go gamble a little. You wanna come or are you going to sleep?”

Camila thought about it. Having Lauren this close to her left her unable to think clearly. She needed the sleep. She didn’t get any on the flight. She turned and looked at Lauren.

“I think I’m going to sleep, so that we can get an early start tomorrow. Pool day?”

Lauren smiled as she headed over to her suitcase. Taking all the warmth and butterflies with her. Camila could now breathe a little.

“Yeah. Sounds good to me.”

Camila stood there by the window and listened to Lauren zip up her suitcase and walk towards the door.

“Okay, well, I’m off. Goodnight baby girl. See you in the morning. Oh! Happy birthday!” Lauren’s smile was dazzling. Camila’s breath hitched and her mind went blank.

“Oh-h, thanks…” She said blushing and shyly looking down at the floor. She heard Lauren chuckle and open the door. Camila looked up just as Lauren walked out the door. Camila smiled so wide it started to hurt her. Lauren has never failed to wish her happy birthday for the past eight years. And she never failed to wish her goodnight with her special words of endearment, baby girl.

She’s not quite sure how she ended up here with Lauren.

One minute they’re enjoying fruity cocktails by the pool, the next they’re getting ready to hit all the big clubs.

And after that, she barely remembers. But somehow she found herself with a very drunk and touchy lauren sitting on a bench in front of Caesars Palace, with a yard long margarita in hand.

Every part of her body was warm, and her head was starting to spin. Drinking a yard long margarita with 16 shots of tequila was probably not the best idea, but Camila was tired of trying to control herself. Lauren was very drunk. She probably wouldn’t remember anything in the morning anyway.

“Now that college is over, do you think about the future?”

Camila stopped drinking. That was out of the blue. But Camila had an answer. Before they came to Vegas, she got an email saying she was accepted into Miami University’s law program. She was also accepted for an internship with a big law firm that specializes in merging companies. She was on her way to becoming a big money making lawyer. Exactly like her grandfather wanted.

“Yeah, I want to be a lawyer. Make money. Be happy?”

Lauren was staring at her with clouded eyes. She thought about Camila’s answer. Lauren reached over and cradled Camila’s hand. She played with Camila’s ring finger, almost like she was imagining there was a ring there.

“Well, yeah. But what about like a family and the kids you’re going to have? How many would you have and what would their names be?”

It’s not the first time Camila has thought about this.

“I at least want one and if it’s a girl, I’d name her Madison. After Madison Beer from high school.”

Lauren smiled as she let the name sink in. Madison was a good friend from high school. She had classes with Lauren and Camila until her junior year. She died before winter break due to pancreatic cancer. Camila and Lauren were there the day she passed.

“She’d be here with us on this trip. It was always just the three of us. Even in the end, it was always just the three of us.” Camila spoke softly.

Lauren stared hard at Camila. She knew it was true. The three of them were best friends. If Camila and Lauren could maintain their friendship from high school through college, Maddie would have too.

“I like that.” Lauren took the yard long cup from Camila and took a big gulp. She then looked back at Camila, “If both of us aren’t married by the time we’re 35, then we should just get married to each other.”

There was no hesitation or doubt in what Lauren just said. Even with clouded eyes, her whole demeanor was serious.

“What?”

Camila was dumbfounded.

“I’m serious. I’ve never been able to find anyone as trustworthy and when I’m with you, I never feel lonely. Like, there is never a dull moment with you, Camz. You’re my soulmate.”

Camila just continued to stare. She didn’t know what to do. Every wall she tried to build, dissipated.

“I-I…Lern…You’re drunk.” She tried to play it off. Lauren was never really an honest drunk.

“I’m serious Camz. I could marry you right now to prove it.”

Blank. Camila’s mind just went blank. This never happens to her. She doesn’t know if it’s the alcohol or if she should really get her hopes up. Her chest constricted at the thought of what she was planning on doing.

She took the yard long cup from Lauren. Three big sips of liquid courage was all it took.

“Lauren…I really like you. I’m not sure if I love you, love you but I know I’m close to it.”

Camila took a deep breath and held it. She watched Lauren digest her answer. With clouded eyes, Lauren stared at Camila again and said, “So then let’s get married. I mean my parents love you and they always want me to marry someone successful. You’re on your way to being successful. So, why not? I trust you.”

Camila took three more gulps of alcohol. It wasn’t hitting her hard enough yet.

“Okay. Then let’s get married.” She laughed with a huge smile on her face. She felt as light as a feather. The greatest weight was lifted off her chest. Lauren laughed and smiled along with her.

“Okay, but we probably need to walk ‘cause I’m out of money and I don’t think we can afford a cab in this town.” She laughed again. Her eyes were still clouded with a drunken haze, but Camila didn’t think too much of it.

Camila drank what was left of the yard long and they started walking to the nearest chapel. As they walked holding hands, Camila couldn’t help smiling. The state of Nevada just recently voted for same sex marriages to be issued just a month ago. Camila chuckled at the timing of it all.

Walking wasn’t as bad as she thought. Still hand in hand, Camila and Lauren must have walked at least a mile before they saw the nearest chapel coming up. Camila was on cloud nine. She was now picturing a future with Lauren. A nice Miami apartment, a little girl named Maddie running around, Lauren trying to chase her while on the phone with her mother-in-law. Camila, coming home after a big trial, scooping her little girl up and tickling her till she couldn’t breathe. Lauren coming over to give her a welcome home kiss. And after a bedtime story and a kiss goodnight, Camila would lay in Lauren’s arms listening to the baby monitor and the soft gentle breathing of her lover. A perfect life. This is what she wanted.

Camila’s head was starting to spin more now. The alcohol was getting to her. The chapel was no more than a few steps in front of them when Camila felt a tug on her hand.

“Wait. Camz, where are we going?”

Camila turned around and looked at Lauren. There was no more haze clouding her eyes. The emerald green irises were now crystal clear and full of confusion and curiosity.

“We’re heading to the chapel remember? We’re getting married!”

Camila continued smiling and looked at Lauren. She waited to see if the confusion from Lauren’s face would disappear. It didn’t.

“What? Camz, why are we getting married? We’re both girls. We can’t get married.”

“But we can. Nevada just passed a law not too long ago and…I love you. Didn’t you want to marry me?”

Lauren said nothing. Shock was evident on her face. She stared down at her toes peeking through her Louboutins. She looked back up at Camila.

“No, Camz. We can’t get married. I-I… Look, why don’t we go back to the hotel? We should sleep this off. We have an early flight tomorrow… ”

Even in her intoxicated state, Camila’s chest tightened to a point where it was hard to breathe. Lauren let go of her hand and turned around to head back to the hotel. Not once looking back at Camila.

The walk back was full of silence. Neither of them knew how to handle this situation. Camila could feel herself start to have a better footing on the ground. The alcohol was starting to lose its effect.

And now, almost completely sober, Camila realized what she had done. She gave her heart away only to get it back in pieces. Lauren has yet to turn around and damn well made sure to keep at least five and a half steps in front of Camila. She got the feeling that if Lauren could, she would’ve ran.

Entering the lobby of their hotel, Camila had ran through every possible scenario she could think of and with each passing silence, every happy ending scenario faded. What was she supposed to say? She wanted to say sorry…but there was no point. She wasn’t sorry she fell in love with Lauren. She could never be. But she knew that if she valued this friendship more, she would try to blame it on the alcohol and play it off as if nothing happened.

Camila was so deep into thought; she was brought back by the sound of Lauren putting the key card into the door. Camila watched her push it wide enough so she wouldn’t have to hold the door open for her, trying to keep as much distance as she could.

This was it. She needed to confront Lauren. She needed to know where they stood. The word sorry was on the edge of her tongue, but instead her heart was going to do all the talking.

“I love you, Lauren. No matter what, I don’t think that’s going to change.”

Lauren froze with her back still towards Camila. A good ten seconds passed before Lauren finally turned around and looked at her.

The drunken haze was completely gone and the only thing Camila could see in Lauren’s eyes was confusion.

“I know. I love you too… just not the way you want me to.”

The pain in Camila’s chest got worse. Her idea of having a “perfect life” with Lauren, shattered. She didn’t cry. Her body was too numb to understand the feelings of rejection. In the back of her mind, she still had hope. Maybe not for a relationship, but for their friendship. They’ve been through thick and thin before, they had to survive this. They would. Right?

The look in Lauren’s eyes told her differently.

“We need to sleep. I-I-I’m going to bed. Goodnight ba—Camila.”

She walked past Camila and went straight into the bathroom behind her.

And it finally hit her. Camila knew that, that this was the last goodnight she would ever get from Lauren.

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If you made it this far, thanks for reading! This is kinda the final chapter to One Last Goodbye. I know, it’s kinda weird considering it’s a prequel. But hey, Camren really fucks you up. Anyways, I have a couple of drabbles coming up based on some BTS Camren moments from an insider I knew. Don’t know how true the moments are since it’s Camren and this ship has been through hell and back. But it makes for great fanfiction ideas even if they end up being not true (my delusion ass gonna hope they are). Okay…well, I hope you liked this, thanks guys!

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