Hi!! So I saw your post for Anakin request and I thought of one. Remember that scene where Anakin and Obi wan go in a club? So I was thinking that scene with Reader and Anakin seeing Reader getting hit on and his being a little jelly. Reader gotta remind him that its him that she wants
Debilitating Desire - Anakin Skywalker x Reader (18+)
Summary: Anakin doesn't handle jealousy well. When a sleazy patron of a bar you're investigating decides he's got the right to touch you, and Anakin can't react because your relationship is a secret, he has to save his outburst for later. Unfortunately, he's only able to make it a few steps down the street before he decides he needs you, right here, right now.
Contents/Warnings: jedi!reader, fem!reader, smut (minors dni), p in v, rough sex, biting, overstimulation, semi-public sex (they're in an alleyway), jealousy, reader gets grabbed by the wrist by a creepy guy </3, lots and lots of messy kisses, anakin's a little possessive but is anyone surprised
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Scouting information from bartenders is next to impossible, but scouting it from their patrons is much easier. Loose-lipped drunks are your targets tonight, and you reconvene with Anakin to corroborate information after gathering intel.
"Okay, I've got a Twi'lek male," You start, and Anakin shakes his head.
"No, no, one of the men I talked to said he was Neimoidian."
"Someone else said Rodian," You groan, "Anakin, maybe we should be asking people who aren't drunk."
"Look around," The man before you scoffs, gesturing to the bar full of nothing but reeling, wobbly drunks, "No one here is sober but him."
"He doesn't have a translator on hand," You drawl, looking at the Ithorian bartender who purposefully 'forgets' his translator whenever someone tries questioning him, "And we don't either."
"We're not getting anywhere," Anakin concludes, a sour scowl on his face as he reaches for your waist to lead you out. "No one's sober, so let's just go, and-"
"I'm sober." A raspy, near-hoarse voice comes from a table nearby, and a hand catches your wrist. Your instinct is to reel back but you don't, even when Anakin's hand tries prying you away with its gloved grip on your waist.
It's a human speaking to you, as far as you can tell, and he's leaning back into the shadowy corner of the bar that he'd been occupying. You're not sure for how long, but if he knows anything about the incident you're trying to gather intel on, you'd like to hear it.
"How long have you been here, sir?" You question, tensing slightly when the man's hand stays firm around your wrist.
"Couple hours," He looks smug, knowing he's holding prized information from two Jedi, "Something you'd like to ask me?"
"You've been here for a couple hours and you're sober?" Anakin questions, pressing you harder into his side in his futile attempt to casually tear you away from the man, "I don't believe that."
"I can hold my liquor," The man boasts, voice far more harsh when addressing Anakin than yourself, "Among other things."
Anakin's had enough. He grabs your hand, stealing it away from the seedy man's grasp and scoffing something unintelligible at him. But you yank him back, a tense smile on your face as you tilt your head towards him urgently.
"I'd like to find out what he knows," You speak forcefully, leaving no room for argument even if Anakin is especially good at creating them.
He scowls at you with an intensity that would normally excite you, though you're not sure you're capable of any feeling other than creeped in the bar you're standing in now.
"You're welcome to go back to the transport if you'd like," You narrow your eyes at Anakin, and the man in the booth leans back smugly at the offer, "But I'm going to do my job."
"Yes, boy," The man disregards Anakin's hands clenching at his sides, "Go back to your ship. You're not needed."
"I'm fine here," Anakin snaps, and the second you sit down across from the man, his hands are on your shoulders as he stands behind you. He grips them tight but the gloved hand clenches just a little more into your skin, and the firm grip grounds you, keeping your voice steady when you speak.
"If you've been here for a couple of hours, you probably witnessed an unfortunate incident a little while ago, didn't you? A fight?"
"There's lots of fights here," The man hums, pretending to think on it, "Can you be more specific?"
"The victim had seven blaster wounds," Anakin seethes, hands only tightening in their grip on your shoulders, "You happen to hear seven blasts?"
"Eight." You mutter, pointing at a singed hole in the wall, "One missed."
"Ah, blaster fight," The man in front of you strokes a hand thoughtfully along his stubbled jaw, "Yeah, 'think I can remember something like that. Some incentive might help jog me a bit, though."
You're not sure whether he means money or sex, but you can't rule either out with the way he's staring. You'd have expected the modest Jedi robes you're wearing to deter any wandering eyes but evidently, some people can't be discouraged.
"We don't have any incentive to offer," You narrow your eyes at him, and Anakin takes over.
"Unless by incentive you mean your life. Tell us what you saw, or you'll envy the target of those blasts."
Your annoyance boils just beneath your skin at Anakin's threats, but you know he won't listen to your urgings to be more careful with his word choice. This man doesn't exactly seem like he'd file a formal complaint with the Jedi Council, but if word ever got around that Anakin was threatening unnecessary violence, you're sure it wouldn't go over well.
Despite Anakin's words having been nothing but a bluff, the man changes his tune when he notices the saber clipped to Anakin's belt, your own hidden beneath the edge of the table. He straightens in his seat, sighing in annoyance, "It was two Neimoidians. Dressed real fancy, stood out like sore thumbs in this place. They cornered some unlucky human over there," He points to the corner of the bar where the singe mark hangs over the cheap decor, "She tried to run, but a Rodian shot her down."
"One Rodian?" You ask, and the man nods.
"Hell of a shot." The man muses with a gnarled grin, and that only makes you more worried. Hell of a shot but he'd fired eight? Clearly they wanted this human - who you have good reason to believe was an undercover informant working against the Separatists - dead.
"The shooter and the Neimoidians were working together?" Anakin confirms, receiving another nod from the man opposite you.
"Thank you," You stand, and to your delight, Anakin's hands snake down your back, the strong, gloved one finding your waist again like a magnet.
"I'm here most nights," The man calls out before you can leave, and you turn to glance at him in disdain as he props his feet up onto the dingy table, "Love to see 'ya off duty, sweetheart."
"Go," Anakin spits against your ear, grip on your waist turning harsh. Your breath hitches and you let Anakin practically push you out of the bar and onto the streets, teeming with civilians until you duck into an alleyway three blocks down from the door.
You're immediately backed up against the wall of the building behind you, but you're too fired up to care as you glare at Anakin, "Don't start with me. Threatening him, Anakin? What if Obi-Wan found out?"
"Obi-Wan is going to be too busy tracking down those Neimoidians to care how we got it out of the guy," Anakin scoffs and the exasperated breath hits your face. His expression only darkens further at the mention of the older man, "That's not the point. Did you see the way he was looking at you?"
"That doesn't matter," You assure Anakin with a soft sigh, but from the distasteful curl of his lips into a hard sneer, it does matter. He's standing tall in front of you with ragged, angry breaths coming from his chest, brows furrowed and jaw clenched as he tries containing his upset. It's not aimed at you, of course, but it's a sight nevertheless. He's all sharp features and tense muscles, rage brewing inside of him that's sure to spill over if you don't turn down the heat in time.
"Men like that are creeps," You dismiss, but Anakin is much less eager to let the situation go, still pressing you against the wall of the dingy alleyway, "Women don't talk to him unless he pays them to, is it any surprise he was forward when I approached him for free?"
"But you gave him no indication-" Anakin gushes, poorly-contained rage grating at his rough voice, "I don't understand. I don't understand how I'm supposed to be yours, how you're supposed to be mine, if people like him think you're theirs for the taking."
"It doesn't matter what he thinks, he can't have me, Anakin." You assure him. You know it's hard for him, being secretive about your relationship. Anakin is highly devoted, to his work, to his training, but most of all to you, and to have to stuff that down whenever you're not alone grates on his nerves.
Your answer doesn't seem to persuade him, so you brace your hand against his rapidly rising and falling chest, "He can't have me because I'm yours, Anakin."
Whatever hateful haze has clouded over his eyes clears like fog as he blinks at your words, probably muscling down hot tears of frustration. He surges forwards to kiss you, and it's hard to be upset that you're pressed against a dirty wall when Anakin's mouth is on your own.
His kisses are fervent and desperate, lips relentlessly catching your own between them. They're sloppy as his hands find your waist like there's magnets in your blood, his palms oppositely charged.
"I want you," He pleads, voice rough and ragged, "I want you all the time. I wanted to take your hand in there. I wanted to take more than your hand," He pants, speaking against your lips that have grown dewy from his saliva. "I wanted to grab your jaw-" He mimics the action, gloved hand clenching at your chin, "And- and kiss you, and bend you right over his table and take you."
"Right in his face," Anakin grunts, and you feel his cock beginning to stiffen through the layers of his robes as he presses himself to you. "Right in his fucking face, angel, I wanted to have you."
"You have me now," You breathe, equally as lustful as you press sticky kiss after sticky kiss to Anakin's tense jawline, "Ani, you have me now, and you have me forever."
"Forever," He groans, and you can see his eyes dilate at the thought. He's perpetually breathless as he chooses to spend his oxygen by kissing you once more. It's all heavy pants and strings of drool, appropriate for the dark, damp alleyway you're hidden in; a dirty fuck for a dirty place.
"Anakin," You moan, your pussy pulsing as his tongue smooths over your top lip, "I need you, here-" Your words muffle as Anakin licks flat over your lips, practically drinking the words out of your mouth, "-here and now. I know it's dirty, but I- I need it. I need you. Please?"
"Say it again," He orders, kissing you so that you can't.
You have to speak while he's still dragging his thick, wet tongue over yours, "I need you."
"More," He presses, his nose now nudging at your cheek as he tilts his head, granting himself only deeper access to your warm mouth.
"I need you," You vow, words garbled as he never backs away from your mouth, "Anakin, I need you."
"You have me," He groans, reveling in the pleasure that your words bring him. His hips roll compulsively against yours, grating through the many layers of robes you're both clad in like he can't stop them if he tries. "And I have you. Angel, I've got you, come here."
He says it like you're trying to leave, like you're not smashed flat between him and a wall. But you try anyways, slinging your hand around his neck to drag him in closer.
Anakin was focused on undoing your belt, but when you pull him close with your arm wrapped behind his neck he pauses, eyes closing as he knocks his forehead against yours.
"Ani-"
"He touched you," Anakin remembers, reaching up to take your wrist in his hand. He holds it delicately, bringing it between your faces to kiss the soft skin against the inside, "He grabbed you. He touched you right here," He peppers more soft kisses against your wrist, "Did he hurt you?"
"No," You hum softly, lips still slick with Anakin's spit, "It was just creepy, that's all. It didn't hurt."
"I'm sorry. I love you," He tells the skin of your wrist, and your hand naturally fits against his cheek, your fingertips ghosting over his ear.
"I love you," You repeat him, and his eyes flit back to your own.
"I love you." He rushes in for another kiss, this one just as desperate as the last. His tongue probes freely through your mouth, he's always been good with it, and your cunt clenches around nothing as Anakin's hands slide back to your waist. This time he lets you sling both of your arms around his neck, shuddering into the kiss when your nails scrape up the baby hairs at the base of his neck.
"Fuck," He groans against your mouth, fingers tugging more desperately now on the belt that he's so accustomed to putting on and taking off. Finally he undoes the buckle, letting it slide down to your ankles. You feel dirty as you hear the clatter of your saber against the ground; you're getting stripped and fucked in a dingy alleyway. But It releases the waistband of your pants, and shame gives way to pleasure as Anakin pries eagerly at the clasp.
"Touch me," You beg, and he's one step ahead of you. His hand presses flat to your belly as he snakes it down your pants, his warm skin pressed flush to your slit as he cups your needy cunt. You feel slick gathered in your pussy, and you're sure if he slips two fingers inside, it'll gush over his digits.
"You're warm," He murmurs, and you're not sure whether he means the spit he's lapping from your mouth, or the way your cunt bleeds heat against his palm. Either way, you know he likes it as his hips buck into your own again, pressing his hand further against your pussy.
"Ani," You feel his bulge through the layers of clothing he's sporting, still dragging him impossibly further with your arms around his neck, practically smashing his face into yours. "Ani, I need you inside, please?"
"I'll take care of you," He promises, kissing sweetly across your jaw, and down to your neck, "Angel, I want you to touch me."
"Hm?" Your brain is dazed, comprehending little as Anakin rolls his palm against your clit.
"Use this hand," He reaches for the one that the man inside had grabbed, "Use this hand, angel, and touch me with it. Get me hard, use the hand he touched."
"Okay," You breathe, scrambling for his belt and letting him help you with the hand that's not down your pants. A part of you is worried someone will see the two of you, but halfway disrobed and shrouded in shadow, you're not recognizable as Jedi, nor are these streets ever free from filth; you blend right in.
When Anakin's belt is undone he lets it fall just like your own had, and you gratefully slip your hands beneath the tunic it had been holding down. You have easy access to his pants now, and slipping your hand inside like he's doing to you means you're met with a half-hard dick.
"You're leaking," You observe, as precum oozes from the head of his cock. You smear it around the tip with your thumb, and his hips jerk into your hand. It's an awkward angle that you're at, stroking his dick while he cups your pussy in the palm of his hand, but it's apparently not uncomfortable to him, because with each pump of your fingers around the length of his cock, it hardens in your grip.
"Oh- fuck, get it- get it messy," He pants, straining as he tries not to cum right then and there at the sight of his pre smeared over your hand.
It's hard not to get it messy. His sticky precum oozes from the head of his dick like a steady stream, beads and beads of the stuff smeared away by your hand to help lubricate the measured strokes you're pumping over his dick.
Your fingers are soon tacky with precum, and his dick makes obscene squelching noises as you run your fist down it. He's panting as his palm grinds hard against your clit, and your hips snap into his hands, moving your entire body forwards. It means your fist slides roughly, sharply straight down to the base of his cock, and he bites back a hiss at the slight pain you've inflicted upon him.
"Now," He breathes rough and ragged, "I need you now. Maker, I'm gonna fucking-" He cuts himself off with a grunt, the hand that's cupping your wet heat flipping and twisting to yank the waistband of your pants down. It catches you by surprise, and the tantalizingly small amount of friction you'd been able to gain while grinding against his palm is gone, leaving the cool air of Coruscant's dingy lower levels to shock you.
"Put it in," He orders, his head downturned, forehead pressed against your own, "Baby, put- get me inside of you, I need-to-be-inside-of-you- there y'go."
You use your fist to line up his cock with your needy entrance, his hips more than willing to close the distance to make it easier for you. You don't get a second to adjust to the heavenly feeling of his tip brushing against your folds before he's jackhammering into you, chest now pressed tightly to your own as he slams you once more against the wall.
You let out a garbled scream as you're instantly full, the pace Anakin sets absolutely merciless on your sloppy cunt. You're well wet enough to provide lubrication for his lengthy cock, but just because you're wet doesn't mean you're ready, and the sensation of him bypassing any cautious thrusts and heading right into jackrabbit territory is one that has you crying out.
"Scream," Anakin hisses, his teeth digging harshly into your plush bottom lip. He licks over the stinging bite mark seconds later, the wet muscle sweeping over your own, "Scream as loud as you can, angel. I want him to hear. Tell him," He pulls away from your mouth only to wrestle your face to the side, his gloved hand gripping tight at your jaw.
"Tell him," Anakin urges, kissing and licking sticky stripes up your neck, "Tell that miserable old creep who makes you scream. Tell him who you love, tell him who fucks you into the wall."
"A- Ani-" You try, but it's not good enough for the man still relentlessly pounding his hips against yours. His free hand is gripping the pliant flesh of your ass with a force that surely means your chub is spilling through his fingers, and he uses the grip to hike your leg up, giving him a better angle to destroy your drooling cunt from.
"Louder. Say it louder." Anakin demands, forcing your jaw open with his hand, "Tell him!"
It's terribly difficult to power through the rather attention-grabbing sensation of Anakin's rock-hard cock bullying your wet cunt. He's rougher than he needs to be, balls slapping hard against the flesh of your ass that he's got in his hold.
But you have to try, and with an embarrassingly loud, desperate pitch to your voice, you scream, "Anakin!"
The second his name comes spilling from your lips in a wanton cry he manhandles your face back towards him, jamming his lips over your own.
"Maker," He growls, "You're so fucking perfect. I tell you to scream my name and you do it," He revels in your obedience, tongue licking a hot, wet stripe over your mouth. He holds it open with his fingers pinched into your cheeks but he doesn't venture inside, merely flattening his tongue over your stinging, swollen lips to leave a drooly residue behind. Only once you've been marked does he delve his tongue between your lips, licking at your own like it's his last meal.
"You're so good for me," His words slur together in their intensity, voice thick and raw with obsession, "Nngh, you're so-" You reach down, barely able to coordinate enough brainpower to take his balls into your hand, massaging them as best you can while his hips piston in and out of you at record pace, "-you're so good to me, Angel. More, give me- more, I want more." He begs, the words spilling over your tongue. He grabs tighter at the flesh of your ass, surely bruising the skin and leaving you sore tomorrow.
"Ah! Anakin," You cry, the feeling of his tongue lapping at your own and swapping spit until there's pools of it around your teeth sending a pulse of electricity straight to your core that makes it throb. Anakin feels your cunt convulse, only pushing his tongue further into your mouth. He's a presence; every part of his body is touching every part of your body. He's all-consuming, he's an enigma, he's yours.
Anakin fucks you harder and faster than ever before. All of his strength training must have done wonders because you can't fathom how he's able to generate that much power this fast, but his hips ram into you while his gloved hand releases your ass to pinch at your clit. He abuses the sensitive bud, pinching and rolling it between his fingers to coax more convulsions out of your sticky cunt.
It works.
The pressure that Anakin presses around your clit lights a live wire of hot, heavy arousal that trails up your spine, heat flowing from where Anakin is still latched onto your shoulder right down to your throbbing core. All of a sudden it's too much, everything is too much, and you feel your orgasm hit you like a speeder, knocking the breath out of your lungs as white hot pleasure burns at your cunt. It's a sensation that splatters firework-worthy bliss from your head to your toes, and your thighs tremble as Anakin fucks you through what might be the most intense, violent orgasm of your life.
"Anakin!" You scream.
Everything he does is rough, from the way his teeth nip at your lips, to the way he's trying to suck your tongue down his throat, to the way his fingers bully your puffy clit, to the way the head of his cock pounds into you with enough force to bruise. It's rough, it's messy, it's aggressive, and it's wonderful. You've never felt such pure jealousy radiating off of Anakin before, and you think it's because you've never been able to indulge him so soon after his jealousy blooms. If he's wary of someone in the temple you have to wait until nightfall to fuck, and if the incident occurs any time before dinner he's more mellow when he finally has you. But now it's fresh, now the brand of raging jealousy is still sizzling against his brain, and he's pumping all of the residual heat straight into you.
"Kriff," He grunts, nearly biting the tip of your tongue as he tries latching onto your lower lip, "Cum. Fuck yeah, angel- angel cum for me, cum- aagh! Cum on my dick," He demands, and you couldn't deny his request if you tried. Your pussy clenches wildly around his cock, convulsing with the force of your orgasm and you claw at his back, regretful that you hadn't stripped off his shirt so that you could scratch up his skin.
All too soon the effects of Anakin's pacing and strength flip a switch, and you're twitching in overstimulation added to your bliss. There's a distinct stinging sensation that's now alongside - and possibly contributing to - your residual ecstasy. The ache is a product of Anakin's sharp thrusts, but his movements are getting sloppy, and all the while he spills obscenities in drool over your tongue.
"You're mine. Gonna fucking cum in you, gonna make you mine, gonna- aah!" He rambles, words and spit alike spilling hastily from his mouth and into your own as he struggles to keep himself steady. He's jackhammering into you so fast that you think he could knock you right through the wall if he tried. You're plastered against it, head thrown back and chest heaving as you try not to collapse under the intense amount of sensation you're receiving.
"Ani," You grip at his biceps, dragging one hand up his left arm and digging your nails into his scalp, "Ani- cum, please cum! Please," You whimper, not sure if you're begging because you need the delicious sensation of his release painting your insides, or because you might pass out if your cunt gets fucked by Anakin's stupidly big cock much more than it has been already, "Please cum!"
"You want me to cum?" He asks, a dreadful rasp to his voice as he ravages your mouth. He bites at your tongue, latches on with his teeth like a wild animal and digs them into the squirming muscle until your saliva runs hot, "You want me to cum in you, angel? You want me to fill you up- stuff you 'til you're leaking?"
"Yes," You moan, one hand still clutching his arm while the other tugs at the base of his curls, "Yes, fuck Anakin, please, I need you to give me your cum! I need your cum, please!"
"You need my cum," He revels, a growl lacing the edge of his voice that sends perpetual shivers down your spine, "You fucking need me. Wish that creep could see you now. Fucked stupid, begging for my cum. Beg for it again, baby. Beg for my cum."
"I need it!" You cry, desperate as you yank tighter at his hair, "Anakin, please, I need it!"
All of a sudden he's no longer invading your mouth, his own latching tightly to your shoulder as he sinks his teeth into you.
"Take it," He grunts gruffly against your skin as he latches onto it, dick finally twitching before spurting hot, thick globs of cum into your spent cunt. Nothing is more gratifying than the feeling of Anakin biting at your shoulder while his hips fuck his cum relentlessly into you, and you're sure you'll be sore all over tomorrow morning. He's letting out the filthiest, most obscene string of grunts against your shoulder as his teeth barely avoid breaking your skin, and though your limbs shake with overstimulation your body doesn't move because it's in his strong grip.
The feeling of him cumming inside of you is like a second orgasm of your own. It's not really a release for you, you haven't cum twice, but Anakin's warm cum flooding your core and squelching as he jerks his hips through his climax feels almost as satisfying as if you were the one cumming. His grunts and growls slowly fade as he comes down from his monumental orgasm, and when he unlocks his jaw from around your shoulder, he leaves behind a ring of teeth marks and a sheen of drool on your skin.
"Kriff," He pants, chest heaving and dick softening as he slumps against you. You're not ready for his added weight, but the little strength he has left is used to hold you upright, so you don't flatten beneath his frame.
"Are you okay?" He hums, lips moving lazily against your neck. They're still wet with spit, and you feel the stuff cooling on your skin.
"I'm okay," You decide, "But- but I don't think I can walk, Ani."
You feel him smile, hear him huff out a laugh even though his eyes are drooping, "I'm sorry. I- It's like I couldn't control myself," He admits, breath fanning warm and wet against your neck, "Not after seeing him grab you."
"I know," You stroke a gentle hand through his sweaty curls, happy to be close to him now that your veins aren't pumping lust through your entire system.
"If Obi-Wan asks," Anakin straightens up, his limbs surprisingly strong for how aggressively he'd fucked you, "You got shoved around by a nasty patron, okay? We'll say they caught you by surprise when you were trying to talk to the bartender."
"Okay." You nod, letting him do all of the work in retrieving your belts from the ground and securing yours around your waist. He hooks his own tightly, his saber thankfully unharmed from being dropped.
"Come here," He holds his arms out, but you barely move to help him scoop you up. He does the lifting on his own, letting you sling your spent arms around his neck and laze your head against his shoulder.
Anakin makes it out of the alleyway, but when he should turn left towards your speeder, he veers right.
"Anakin," You frown, lifting your head wearily to see him approaching the bar again, "Anakin, our speeder's the other way."
"I want you to talk to him," His voice is firm, not much of its honey-sweetness left that had been there after you'd fucked in the dingy alleyway, "I want you to stand there, while I hold you up, and I want you to inform him he'll be questioned by the Jedi Council about what he saw. I want you to lie to him while my cum drips down your legs, angel." He murmurs, his words impossibly filthy even for the setting you're in, "Can you do that?"
"He won't be examined by the Council," Your hazy brain struggles to keep up, "What do you mean?"
"Lie to him." Anakin repeats, eyes slightly darker than they usually are, "Make him afraid while your pussy leaks my cum."
"Okay," You nod willingly, letting Anakin brace your feet on the ground with one of your arms slung over his shoulder to lead you into the bar. Your legs are shaky, you look a mess, but you could be perceived as someone coming away from a nasty fight, so you hold your head high and try to control your thoughts.
"There," Anakin murmurs, spotting the old man where he's already watching you from the corner, "Do it, angel."
Anakin leads you over, stopping short in front of the man's table so that he can't touch you again. He looks pleased at your return, albeit confused as to why you're a mess.
"The Jedi Council wants to speak with you," You recite obediently as the man's eyes widen slightly in apprehension. You can already feel the slow trickle of Anakin's thick cum leaking down your thighs now that you're upright, and it almost distracts you from what you're saying. "They want to know your role in the fight, and what you observed if that's truly all you did. They suspect that you might be working against the Republic, and-"
"I'm not talking to the Jedi Council," The man's face curls into a sneer and his voice is gruff, but not pleasantly so, like Anakin's. He stands from his seat rather uncoordinatedly and bolts for the door, surely expecting you to chase after him. But you don't, you couldn't if you tried, and Anakin gathers you back into his arms.
"Good." He hums, resisting the urge to kiss your forehead for fear of outing your relations, 'You did good, angel. I'm proud of you."
"We'll have to sneak into the temple without interception," You plan as your head rests once more on Anakin's shoulder. He navigates the crowded bar perfectly with you in his arms, and this time he turns towards your speeder like he's supposed to. "Obi-Wan will be waiting for us, but you can tell him to gather the Council, that way we'll have time to clean up."
"Oh, no." Anakin's chuckle is dark as he lowers you into the seat of your speeder. He kisses at your forehead, strokes away a bead of sweat at your hairline, "No, angel. You'll speak to the Council the same way you spoke to that lowlife. With my cum dripping down your thighs."
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gonna piss my pants waiting for the stepbro fic part two (like no rush or anything) but i beg 🤧
HAHAJAHA NOO
i’m sorry !! i’ve had massive brain rot :,,) but- i just posted some girl dinner that’ll hopefully tie you over. i’m almost done the step bro pete fic!! i swear on your piss soaked pants 🙏🙏
彡 venom!harry knows you’re in denial
NSFW ( love my men feral and insane )
w a r n i n g : really HEAVY explicit content. non con, bondage by symbiote powers?, spit play. yeah this one got away from me.
inky black tendrils snaked up your arms, roughly pinning them above your head- snuggly gripped around your wrists, so tight it began to make your hands numb with a dull ache.
“harry.. please..” you had begged for a while now, but it was rather pointless. the black tar had concealed your best friend entirely, leaving drastically white and sharp slits in the center of what was its face paired with just below them, massive teeth that could be compared to miniature sharp daggers.
“we are not harry.”
the alien holding harry captive insisted, it’s low raspy voice sending shivers down your body and settling in a heavy lump right in your stomach.
the looming creature leaned in toward you, only for you to turn away from its menacing glare, refusing to look it in it’s cloudy white eyes.
but it wasn’t too pleased with your defiance, large black tentacle like limbs slithered up your back and twisted around your throat, tightening and yanking your face back parallel to his. not only was it effective in forcing your attention back but you felt the air in your lungs constrict. and when you gasped, that’s when the alien lunged it’s head forward and unhinged his massive jaw- a long and slimy, throbbing tongue dragged out.
you flinched when you felt warm slick saliva hit your collarbones as it fell off the wet muscle, said tongue moving to ghost your bottom lip, threatening to dip inside your mouth.
you snapped it shut and the creature growled, the white slits in its face narrowing.
“bad..girl..”
the degradation made your heart drop. you weren’t sure if it was out of how unsettled you felt or the fact you were overwhelmed. between feeling it’s uncontrollable touch all over your trapped body or how it regarded you with such intense attention.
“harry…” you whispered, squirming but with no intention of escaping. it made the creature grimace, knowing you wouldn’t relent until you saw him.
so with a jerk of its head, it pulled back, the dark ropes slinking away, tucking themselves behind the back of a very pale and sickly looking harry.
you took him in while you had the opportunity- his under eyes were smeared with a dark red and bruising purple, black veins framing his face along his jaw. your eyes traced them down, seeing them webbed and tangling until they disappeared into the collar of his wrinkled grey t-shirt.
“you’re very stubborn.” was all he said, leaning back to examine how his counterpart had you all spread out and imprisoned before him. he could really see the resemblance of a mouse in a rat trap.
“don’t listen to it.” you ignored his statement, following through with the initial reason you even came to find him. “it doesn’t want to help you, it only wants to feed off you.”
but your prodding irritated harry, unconsciously making venom squeeze itself harder over you. it earned himself a high pitched cry from you and he watched while your face scrunched up in pain.
“you don’t know anything. you don’t know us.”
you didn’t like how bonded he was with that thing, using third person to regard it and himself.
“no but i know you-“ you countered, yanking on the tendrils clamped over your wrists. so hard you felt like you could dislocate your shoulder.
there was a brief flicker of something in your best friend’s eyes, his face momentarily softening at your words. there was some of the harry that you knew still in there. but he must’ve been told to think otherwise because the look was gone and he replaced it with a deep frown, once again inching his face down to yours.
“is that why you didn’t reach out to me? used peter as your little messenger the entire time i was gone?”
the accusation hurt but you deserved it, “i was scared- okay? i had feelings for you that i couldn’t-“ you were cut off by your own whimper, the tar limbs around your neck only gripping tighter.
“and when i came back, you avoided me. pretended like you didn’t recognize me.” harry’s voice turned rough, eyes wild and locked onto yours, which began to water and obscure your vision.
“ha..rry-“ the feeling in your head was getting light and full of tingles but harry wasn’t going to let you pass out just yet. he made venom retract from your neck only to be replaced by harry’s own large and black veiny hands. his grip was notably more weak but still firm.
“do you know how long i waited to see you again? how badly i wanted to..” but he didn’t finish his sentence, instead letting his head drop with a quiet sigh.
you took the moment of silence to grab a deep breath of air, panting from your previous lack of oxygen. before you could try and plea with harry again, he lifted his head, his face this time was troubled. but still held with the erratic power that coursed through him.
he didn’t say anything but you could feel the conversation he was having with himself. maybe you were closer to convincing him than you thought?
of course, that presumption was quickly proven wrong when the ropes holding you captive shoved you down with brutal force. you felt your spine crack and your back blossom with a burning heat- now being pinned to the cold cemented floor.
harry only took two steps to hover over you, the dark shadows casting down on his features making him look menacing.
“now you’ll feel as i felt. hopeless. vulnerable.”
you didn’t have time to ponder what he meant by that before you felt large pulsating tentacles glide over your hips and sides. it was briefly ticklish but you were too distracted to care when you looked down.
venom was starting to twist itself around your midriff, tendrils slowly lifting your shirt up your stomach and exposing your bellybutton. it left the fabric bunched up just below your tits, your entire lower half revealed to the darkness and harry’s eyes.
“what..” you opened your mouth just to have it stuffed full with venom. your words of refusal were muffled, watching the same limbs in your mouth now hooking through your waistband and tugging them down, almost impatiently. they swirled around the material before ripping holes into it and using the breaches to tear the pants into two with a loud sccrrrp.
with eyes widened and shouts concealed, you were helpless to prevent the destruction of your clothes. harry had been a bystander while it happened, his eyes tracking every action as if he were mentally communicating with the alien to do what he wanted to you.
he felt satisfied with how he left you now, underwear on display for his hungry eyes, one shoe off your foot and shirt stuck to your sweat sticky skin.
“doesn’t feel too good, does it?” he tsked down at your trembling body, still held down by his partner. your retort was obviously incoherent but harry didn’t bother to ask venom to retract from you to hear it properly. no, instead he got him to flip you around.
the cry you released vibrated in your chest just as the tendrils looped down to roll you over- wrapping around your thighs to lift your hips up and tuck your knees under yourself. the pressure you felt on your back caused your back to arch down and your cheek to squish right up against the cold floor.
harry had you face down and ass up- hands still bound by venom but above your head. the new position made your shoulders and back ache while your neck cramped with the strain.
at least the stifling gag you had was now removed, spit from your mouth connected to the slithering dark snake. it retreated and left your line of sight, but you felt it rather than saw it as it crawled up your forearm and bicep to keep you stuck as you were.
“please.. dont.” your voice was hoarse after all your attempts to voice your protests despite being suppressed. the only answer you got was a strong force pulling your legs apart. it frustrated you that you couldn’t see what harry was doing- and he knew it. he wanted you riled up and pissed off.
“oh, come on now. don’t tell me you aren’t into this, even just a little bit.” his voice mocked from behind you, the sound of him closer than it was before. he was walking closer, eyes zeroed in on your underwear clinging to your ass, the way he had you on the floor making the fabric hug your body in a way he could see the exact lines of where your asscheeks began and ended. not to mention inbetween them.
“this.. isn’t you!” struggling only made your ass bounce and now.. harry needed to touch you for himself. he crouched down and you could feel the movement, anticipation and anxiety flooding your stomach like a waterfall.
once he was level with your ass, he automatically reached out on instinct, smacking it to watch gravity take effect and ripple under the impact. your reactions encouraged him, big veiny hands moulding against the soft flesh hidden under the cloth, long fingers pressing down to grab a large handful of you.
you felt nauseous at the idea of your best friend touching you like this, having his way with you while he had an alien- not from this planet- hold you down and make you endure it. if peter told you this is how you’d end up an hour ago you wouldn’t have believed him. this scenario was so crazily obscure that he probably couldn’t have predicted this. you definitely weren’t into it.
harry would prove you wrong, oh so wrong. you were just in denial. denial about how you felt about us. he wanted to prove you wrong. he was going to, no matter what it took.
he lifted his hand off you, the spot he had placed it was left with a sizzling warmth that pulled at you in the worst way. like you knew that wasn’t the worst of what he wanted to do to you.
“you shouldn’t have come looking for me.” the force on your back lightened only to be replaced with a sturdy weight, body heat coaxing you to remain placid and still.
“you should’ve listened to pete.” harry’s voice was low and thick, right next to your ear. you tried to shift yourself to get more comfortable under the new pressing body on top of yours but he went limp causing your face to get more mushed up against cement.
“such a bad girl. but it’s okay. i’ll forgive you,” you felt like he had more to say but he left it to linger in the darkness between you two- or three.
the crushing weight left and once again venom slunk his tendrils over and around you to take over. but harry didn’t leave you, no, he only got off you so he could slip his greedy rough hands under the elastic of your last remaining piece of dignity on your lower body.
a soft, amused laugh poured from from his mouth at the sound of your surprised gasp, soon morphing into a strangled groan when he selfishly teased your clit. he had his fun, the pads of his index and middle fingers each pressing down on either side of your slit and pushing outwards, spreading you open underneath your panties.
“ahah- h-har,” it was difficult to talk due to you currently eating cement, your hips shrinking away from the way he held your pussy lips apart. warmth flooded your abdomen and between your parted legs, a fresh gush to coat his prying digits.
“shit.” harry grunted, his own stomach clenching with a rush of awakened lust. you sounded so submissive and malleable by just a simple stimulation. he found it kind of cute. venom must’ve too, the voice inside his head hushed but clear, ‘must.. be corrupted.’
you did. you deserved to be shown how good having this much power feels. to be broken down into nothing and then built back up, all because of us.
without so much of a warning or indication of what was about to happen, harry flicked his wrist and delved two fingers inside your puffy cunt. it wasn’t as wet as he had wanted it to be, a bit disappointed in venom for being so impatient but shoved them deeper nonetheless.
it milked a mewl out of you, your hips jerking back and legs twitching from underneath your stomach. your knees where already aching from holding such an uncomfortable position for so long but the sudden fullness pressing against your unexpecting, raw walls caused you to thrash around in your black confines and everything hurt much worse than before.
“fuhhkk!” your voice cracked and drawled out the curse, eyes fluttering closed at being stretched without care. “take it. know you can.” with the battle of venom’s influence in his head, harry’s demand came out gravely and harsh. to convince you more, he swirled his fingers inside and turned them over so that the back of his hand was facing upwards while his inner wrist was directed to the floor.
the feeling of him moving inside of you made your stomach constrict and your pussy to stutter around his long inky veined digits. harry took this as a good sign and continued, a small smile playing on his lips.
“that’s it. feel you sucking them in.” he muttered, doing something you didn’t expect. he curled his fingers down, purposefully hitting that spongy spot in the upper part of your cunt. he used the advantage of your current form and it helped his fingers sink deeper, his other fingers tucked into his palm like they would be in a fist.
no matter how much you had tried to prepare to stifle a potential moan- you couldn’t stop the one that burst past your lips, eyes rolling back contrary to your determined will. it only got louder the faster harry fingered your pussy, obscene wet squelches coming from inside your drenched underwear. the fabric moved every time harry pulled out and dived back in.
“g-g-uhhh..” you sounded so ruined, it made harry eager to keep going. he knew his cock was leaking just by how much it kicked inside his jeans without even looking down. he was so desperate to replace his fingers with his dick but that was venom pressuring him to destroy your last droplets of composure and pride.
he needed to be patient, he countered the parasite in his system. he wouldn’t relent until you were full and leaking his cum, he was determined on that. but first he needed you to be begging for it. hungry to belong to him.
“p..leeese.. hareey..st-ooop.” he felt spurred on by your slurs and hiccups, his other hand dipping into your waistband elastic on your lower back to slide it off over your ass. but it was too slow for venom, his own dark slug-like limb reaching out to rip the garment off you in pieces.
the lack of reaction on your slumped over end proved just how drunk you were alone on the sensation between your messy thighs, not even the cold air attacking your sensitive clit was not enough to garner anything out of you besides mumbled whines and lazy whimpers from harry’s consistent assault.
he scooted closer behind you, moving to kneel down since his cock was straining too much against his pants for him to crouch any longer. now that he was able to actually see what his fingers looked like fucking in and out of you like this, he needed to get his stupid jeans off right goddamn now.
using his other unoccupied hand, he sloppily undid his belt, the clinking of the metal was drowned out over the sounds you made when he added a third finger, your slick drizzling down his knuckles and palm, reaching past his wrist to his forearm. harry made no attempt to sooth you while he pried open your swollen and abused pussy, too focused on relieving his own angry cock.
you couldn’t really feel your hands anymore, pins and needles running through each nerve every time you tried to bend each finger or make a fist. venom had you in a deadly lock, deep red and purple mixing together to stain your skin for more than just one day. you’d be surprised if he didn’t break them either, the tendrils clamping down harder the more harry got closer to rutting his dick in you. he wanted you to know you couldn’t prevent it. couldn’t escape it or hold it off for much longer. you were fucked. about to be- literally.
the pressure on your head lifted momentarily and you were able to look back over your shoulder- just in time to get a good eyeful of harry before he yanked his fingers out of you. you groaned instinctively at the loss of being filled, some of your sticky slick being taken along with his hand. harry lifted his arm up and stared at it, mesmerized at the way your juices looked on his skin, contrasting the inky webs that littered his entire body.
his eyes lowered to meet yours once he noticed you watching him and he smirked smugly, his tongue slithering out to trail up his pale wrist and palm. your eyes flitted to catch it, seeing the way he swirled around his index finger and put it in his mouth, sucking you clean off of it. and damnit, did your cunt sputter around nothing, eager and begging to feel his mouth on your folds.
but harry was done with foreplay. he could fucking smell how badly you needed him inside and pounding your dripping pussy. unbeknownst to you, he was kind enough to let you lift your head up, knowing you’d look back. knowing you’d give into your primal desire to be fucked like the pretty little slut you had always wanted to be for him. you just weren’t aware of it. yet.
“i don’t think y-you want me to stop.” he retorted but his voice cracked from how clouded his head was, the blood no longer in his head but prominently flowing through his cock- the fleshy pink tip was leaking large glistening drops of precum, pale white and travelling down his veiny dick to pool at his balls that throbbed with a growing urge to empty in you more than once.
“is this what you wanted? when you came looking for me?” harry tried to steady his voice, unable to help but buck his hips with longing for friction, the hand he used to split you open curled down to grab his cock, teasing his balls on the way down.
“n..no-o..” you sniffled, body simultaneously aching and yet buzzing with how aroused you had become far beyond how you originally felt when you first decided to confront your best friend.
“no? you sure about that baby?” that same mocking tone hit your ears before harry took his cock and prodded the spot between your cunt and asshole before dragging it down, running his wet tip along your swollen and red pussy lips. you clenched your teeth before your moan slipped through the gaps passed your lips, his precum mixing with your slick and effectively getting you wet enough so he could fill you to the brim- to which he did until he could feel the ridged and bumpy surface of where your cervix began. but it wasn’t enough for him, harry groaning with possessiveness and venom’s inability to let things go, pushed deeper still, painfully pressing against the wall even though there wasn’t much space for him to go.
you yelled out, eyes shutting as tears fell from your waterline and made long streaks stain your face. the pain mingled with the rest of the soreness that collected along the entirety of your body, heightening your awareness of how harry and venom were everywhere around you, your pussy disobeying your consciousness and squeezing the intruding cock inside.
which you dreaded because harry loved it, his palms smacking heavily down on your hips, finger tips digging down into your skin and tugging you into him, taking you again and just as aggressively. no matter how much you begged him to slow down, he sped up, lowering his weight back onto you, only this time, dipping his head to yours so he could suck big, prominent hickeys and marks into the back and sides of your neck.
he fucked you fast, pistoning his own hips in a dominating pace just to be sure you could feel every single inch of him inside you. you definitely could, there was no doubt. it didn’t help when you felt him grab a fistful of your hair and force your head back, tilting your chin to angle it perfectly for him to lean in and spit inside your mouth.
“swallow.” he commanded you- you listened, opening your mouth after to prove you did just as he said. so he did it again but told you not to eat it, instead shifting his weight evenly so he could bring his hand up and make you take his fingers in your mouth just as he had earlier to his own.
you let him twirl his fingers around your tongue, scooping up his own saliva and playing with it inside your mouth before he pulled them out and moved them out of sight.
you thought nothing of it though, way too invested and absorbed with his cock dragging along your drippy pussy, his body trapping you against the floor, relentlessly thrusting himself in you brutally. not until you felt pressure along your asshole and something push inside.
“gonna feel all of me. mine now. ours.” the voice in your ear sounded a million miles away, your jaw going slack when harry forced his finger passed the tight ring above the same sloppy cunt he was fucking. it felt like you couldn’t breathe due to the tension building up inside your pelvis and spine, unable to speak out and protest against whatever the hell he was doing.
you certainly didn’t miss the revisted use of third person and felt the progress you assumed you had slip away. harry wouldn’t listen to you- wouldn’t listen to peter or mary jane. he wasn’t past saving- yet was just as much of a hypocrite. he was the one in denial.
and you could tell, as he used your devastated holes, using you as his last connection to himself. to who he was before.
proving you right, harry took his finger away from your tight hole and quickly sank his teeth into a particularly sensitive spot below your jaw next to your ear, your hips stuttering into his. you didn’t get to have any sort of release because harry dug his nails into the flesh of your sides, leaving behind crescent shapes as he dragged them down. he clawed at you, growling out in unsettling animalistic and creature like way before you felt his cock throb and jump inside you.
you barked out in a demand for him to pull out but venom was quicker, muzzling you like a dog and holding your face flat against the hard floor.
you felt hot blood ooze out of your nose, down your upper lip and straight onto the cement- while harry jerked and slammed his pelvis into your asscheeks, giving a rather weak thrust before letting out a deep moan, one of his hands removing itself from your side to smack on your lower back and hold you down.
yet during his sloppy orgasm- you felt heavy and burning ropes of semen pour out and splatter your insides. it wouldn’t fucking stop either, it just kept coming, pumping itself more and more until it formed a white ring around the base of his cock and stuck to your pussy lips, falling and collecting all over your thighs and pittering quietly onto the floor below you both.
now with your face laying in a tiny puddle of red, harry lifted your head up by the hair at the nape of your neck. it didn’t sting, everything felt numb and tingly.
he brought his hand up to wipe your mouth and cheek, black inkiness crawling up his neck and face before consuming him yet again. you really needed peter to find you.
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彡 stepbrother!peter parker obsessed with you
NSFW ( mostly just a self-indulgent au )
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w a r n i n g : contains non con and perv!peter
before tony stark had settled down with pepper potts, he had been with another woman. but after a messy divorce and an unwanted child, he decided to cut off all contact with her.
that woman was your mother. you had never met your father until she handed you off to him one day in the chilly autumn of new york.
after turning 18, she had decided to kick you out and dump you at the very front doors of stark tower.
with loose, messily packed luggage and fat tears staining your face, a man with short curly hair opened the door to you.
of course, later you learned his name was happy and tony trusted him greatly. happy also seemed to willfully obey his every order so you assumed there was a lot of trust and history between them. but you also wondered if tony ever told anyone about you.
it didn’t surprise you though, when you were brought up to tony, escorted by happy, that your father had no idea who you are. and when you explained yourself, he acted shocked you existed.
that’s how you ended up being employed by tony himself, starting out more as an errand runner or assistant to his incessant requests.
you couldn’t lie and say you enjoyed the first few months helping out around the avengers tower and catering to people who intimidated you- but after two years you had come to form closer relationships with those on the team and were more than just a nuisance.
but there was one other person you spent a lot of time with.
peter parker.
you were basically the same age as him, both the same generation and shared the exact same humour. your friendship with peter was nothing like the ones you possessed with the other, older avengers.
your texts between each other consisted of memes and spammed word vomit. peter spilled his secrets and his fears to you while you comforted him and listened. he didn’t see you any differently despite being aware of your hidden relation to his boss, respecting you enough to never bring it up.
there were times where you’d catch him staring at you for too long or you’d accidentally touch each other and he’d linger… just a little bit. you only brushed it off that he was clingy and touch starved.
alas, peter knew sometimes you would feel embarrassed of the fact you were tony’s kid especially when tony never liked to share details about himself to his coworkers. a few of them had been told too but treated you like you weren’t the daughter of one of the most narcissistic men they knew.
another reason you got along well with everyone. so much that you had been silently promoted to aiding in missions and able to train side by side with peter and the rest of the avengers.
when sparing with peter, he’d purposefully sweep your legs out from under you, only to collect your wrist in both of his hands and slam them to the mat, his thighs locked on either side of your hips and his face unnecessarily lowered to hover over yours.
you found most of your sessions under him and while it frustrated you that he beat you every single time, you couldn’t help but notice the look on peter’s face when he did trap you to the floor.
you also noticed how as soon as he got off of you, peter was quick to end the sparring match- practically running out of the gym, his pace fast and posture hunched over. maybe peter was just weird in general?
but he couldn’t help it. seeing you under him, looking vulnerable and so damn pretty like that… his cock swelled with blood and his balls ached with the need to breed you. every. single. time.
the feeling didn’t go away, even after may had died. despite the fact peter had become a mess, you were right there, picking up the pieces that used to be him and taping them back together as best as you could.
that’s when tony had made the executive decision to take peter in. he reasoned that he was already like a father figure to the poor boy, nothing would change. tony obviously had a soft spot for him.
at least, that’s what he said to convince you. and you couldn’t turn peter away when everyone he loved was no longer in his life.
so he moved into the building, took all of his belongings and clothes with him. peter put university on hold while he figured things out. you were understanding and tony- supportive. that’s when he could see the resemblance between you two. you both cared for him. and he suggested to become apart of your family.
of course tony took it the wrong way and surprised peter by adopting him, not even telling you beforehand. you were both speechless but for different reasons.
when peter stroked his leaking dick at night, giving into his fantasies of pushing your head down and dragging his red sensitive tip across your slit and deep inside your soaked walls; he could do so freely. now? now he couldn’t.
he couldn’t have you the way he wanted. peter was definitely frustrated at the new dynamic between you and him but he found it as an excuse to freely walk into your room whenever he wanted. why not? he was your step brother now.
it creeped you out at first, how he would sometimes silently slip past your doorway and make himself at home, occasionally starting up random conversations as if he hadn’t done anything wrong.
eventually you got used to it. sometimes leaving your room to grab a snack or go to the bathroom. you could trust peter not to break anything. he was such a sweet and quiet guy.
and that’s when he would take his chance, going through your drawers and stealing little things of yours.
the sheer panties your best friend from high school had given you for your birthday. a photo of you in a revealing bikini from a trip to the beach when you used to live with your mom. one of the many bottles of body spray that littered your vanity. lotion that you used all the time. another pair of underwear that were less appealing but you wore all the time when you wanted to dress comfortably.
peter even started to lay on your bed on his stomach as soon as you left the room and grind his hips down, rubbing his jean clad bulge against the soft blanket you slept under. he’d stick his face down into your pillow and hump your mattress, veiny hands fisting any fabric he could grab and pulling it closer to his nose, smelling you while he thought of raw dogging your puffy pussy in your own bed.
just when he was on the verge of cumming in his pants, you’d always walk in and he’d feign innocence. pretending he wasn’t just dry humping your bed like a greedy rabbit. you were never the wiser.
you noticed certain things of yours started to go missing little by little until you barely had things to wear or use. you assumed it was the dryer eating your entire wardrobe so you complained to tony and he gave you his card to buy an entire new one.
he didn’t want you going alone though so he made peter go with you. you weren’t entirely thrilled since had he had been glued to your hip almost constantly as of recently but you went along with it, knowing that if you didn’t agree, tony wouldn’t let you go at all.
so when you get to the small shop on the busy corner, peter wouldn’t stop suggesting pieces for you to buy or even try on. you found that they were either way too revealing or borderline inappropriate for him to request. but he wouldn’t stop insisting, going as far as to shove a whole armful of things into you and pushing you to the changing room very eagerly.
“i’m just trying to help.” he told you before closing the door behind you once you fully stepped inside. it didn’t help that every two minutes he’d knock and ask if you had finished, that he wanted to see what they looked like on you.
you obliged, feeling a bit uncomfortable. you were exposed- not to mention in front of peter. your step brother.
you left the small room in the first thing he had shown you, a size too small t-shirt and extremely tiny booty shorts. but peter seemed to hype you up, smiling enthusiastically. his eyes held a glossed over look while his gaze slowly went down your body, taking in how your skin would stick out and show where it probably shouldn’t be.
“okay turn around.” he spoke abruptly, making your face twist into one of uncertainty. he shook his head and merely spoke down to you like you were playing dumb; “come on, i just wanna see what the back looks like.”
huffing out a sigh, you reluctantly shifted your weight and spun to show your backside.
when you did though- you swore you heard a camera clicking but when you whipped your head around to catch whoever had taken your picture without consent.. no one was there.
“peter..?” you meekly stared around, looking for the boy but he had disappeared as if in thin air. the only other people you saw were two employees reorganizing hangers across the wall.
your stomach twisted and you shrunk back into the changing room, not bothering to try the other pieces on and put your own clothes back on, feeling anxious that someone was watching you.
as soon as you went to open the door, peter was standing right in front of the entrance- making you jump and drop the large pile of things you were holding.
“woah, sis. calm down. it’s just me.” he laughed it off, giving you that boyish smile, peter’s eyes never leaving yours. you felt your face flush and apologized- pushing past him to put the exposing clothes back on the racks where he had gotten them from.
ever since then, you felt violated. you avoided peter. you started to ask FRIDAY to lock your door with an access code. you weren’t entirely sure it had been him but he was starting to freak you out even after that day.
you’d wake up multiple nights in a row, in a cold sweat, absolutely sure you could feel someone else had been inside your room besides yourself.
you’d place your hoodie down on the couch to grab a drink, coming back to find it gone.
peter would stay up for two hours after you went to bed, wanting to be certain you had fallen asleep before typing in the access code to your room- watching you put it in while he stuck to the ceiling one day.
he’d quietly shuffle in and see your phone beside your pillow and your face scrunched up while you dreamt. he’d whisper your name just to double check then crept over to your bed, hovering down to stare.
the next thing he knew, he was fucking hard- just by looking at you. that’s what you did to him and you didn’t even know it. his step sister always teasing him, purposefully taunting him with something that was forbidden for peter.
but he bottled up his frustration, struggling to push down his jeans as silently as possible. the slight sound of denim rubbing against itself was drowned out as his pants clung just below his knees. he hadn’t worn a belt for this very reason. wanted easy access while keeping you unaware of his presence.
peter bit his lip when his warm palm finally made contact with his cock, the angry tip already leaking and spilling down to weave through his fingers. “mmshit..” he choked out, careful not to be too loud when he started to stroke himself. his eyes were locked onto your sleeping face, his tongue darting out to drag across his bottom lip with desire. desire for you.
since he couldn’t have you, this was the best he could do, flicking his wrist to increase the speed that his hand jerked his dick, his cheeks wearing a dark flush the faster he went.
“yeah.. wanna breed my lil’sis.. make you mine, baby..” peter muttered, leaning forward so that his cock was right beside the pillow, the back of his hand almost ghosting your nose every time he moved up the entirety of his throbbing length.
he had only touched himself above you one other time but every single night since he saw how your ass looked in those small shorts- he couldn’t help but visit you while you were unconscious, whispering about how badly he wanted to feel your pretty cunt wrapped around his dick, about how good he bets you taste. but he was growing restless, as he confided in your passed out form- he needed more.
which lead to two nights ago. peter couldn’t help but jack off while sitting at the chair in front of your desk in the corner, listening to your soft breaths, one your previously used panties stuffed into his mouth to keep himself quiet - forcing peter to spurt cum all over his hand and bare thighs.
tonight was no different but he was feeling bolder, the aggressive animalistic demand his mind screamed at him to paint your face and mark you as his. to see how hot you looked while his warm sticky seed dripped down your lips and chin and onto your sheets, ruining them. ruining you.
a low groan rumbled in his chest when you shifted, your face now just under his slapping balls. peter almost came at the sight of your unconscious submission, your eyes fluttering and your lips just barely parted. ready to swallow the load he could feel about to explode from his swollen cock head.
his other hand not gripping his dick, shot out to claw at your head board to steady himself from falling on top of you, his body tingling with pure heat. he could barely stand, his knees buckling and the strong muscles in his pale thighs rippling with the effort to maintain his stance.
he was sure he could last another few minutes but when you moved your arms under your blanket, the sudden action pulled it down, revealing the loose tank top you had chosen to wear to bed.
peter’s eyes flitted down to your tits, and upon noticing you hadn’t worn a bra, your nipples stiff and pressing into the fabric- he let out a loud moan, massive ropes of white cum pouring out of his cock.
a few spurts hit your bare collarbones, your chest, the soft blanket draped over you and of course your pretty face. he watched as the thick goo caught on the tip of your nose and bottom lip- gravity causing it to run inside your mouth and down your cheeks onto the pillow.
“fuuuck.” peter cursed at the sight of his cum soaked step sister, all laid out for him.
when you felt something hot splatter your skin you flinched. it had made you stir. blinking your messy eyelids, trying to get whatever it was out of your eyes- you were fully awakened when you heard that familiar click of a camera.
rising your hand up to drag your numb fingers across your face, whatever was on it stuck to your digits and webbed between them. then you noticed it was also in your mouth so you leaned forward and let it drizzle out past your lips and land on your sheets. then you saw movement in the darkness and your unfocused gaze lifted to just barely be able to make out what it was. or who it was.
your body ran cold- you were first met with a cock that was still strikingly hard, leaking and pointing right at you, followed by hair framing the base of the shaft, accompanied by a small trail of the same hair up to below his bellybutton.. peter’s face above it all.
he lowered his phone with clouded eyes, panting heavily and cheeks flushed. his eyes on you.
SLIGHT NSFW ( rambling about drunk!reader )
─ being around mike since you were kids has definitely caused you both to share a weird telepathic communication.
─ just one look and you both completely understand each other.
─ so when mike's working his third night shift of his new job, you offered to help keep watch over abby since his current babysitter bailed due to the fact he couldn’t afford to pay her properly.
─ not that you minded, you practically lived over at his place, your own apartment empty and lonely. but the rent was cheap.
─ he graciously thanked you, promising to return the favour but you slipped your hand over his mouth, wishing him good luck.
─ you could feel the warmth of mike's cheeks under your palms and finger tips. he just silently looked at you with those big brown eyes.
─ one moment of eye contact and he softly nodded. ‘okay.’ his large hand move to wrap around your wrist and slowly tugged it down, eyes still locked with yours as if you were having an audible conversation with each other and he was listening intently.
─ you weren’t, but you knew exactly what he was trying to say and you shook your head with a gentle hmm, slipping your hand out of his and nudging him instead.
─ after that night mike felt in your debt, especially since you appeared on his front door the following night, surprising him with your unannounced presence.
─ he couldn’t leave without one last glance back, seeing just how comfortable you were in his house. it felt right seeing you, his best friend, sitting on his couch, remote in hand and blanket draped over your lap. domestic. familiar. why you weren’t living here already, it puzzled him. you fit so well in his gloomy place, making it feel more lively. comfortable.
─ the next night, vanessa covered for him, seeing how lack of sleep caused by his dreams had been effecting mike. dark circles decorated his puppy eyes, deep set lines from exhaustion etched in his features.
─ so when he heard fumbling outside his door, he inhaled deeply, ready to inform you he would be accompanying abby all night, that there was no reason for you to waste your night and ruin your sleep schedule for him.
─ but the following sight that mike was met with once he routinely swung open his door made his eyebrows scrunch up with concern.
─ you had seemingly found your way to his doorstep, completely and utterly intoxicated. so drunk in fact, your body swayed, hand gripping the threshold of his front door with a grip that was loosening it by the second.
─ mike didn’t hesitate to dive in and tuck his arm under your armpit and scoop you in closer to his side, effectively dragging you inside as your inebriated brain decides to immediately lean all your body weight onto him.
─ he grunts with effort, kicking the door closed behind him and hoping it wasn’t loud enough to wake abby up after he had just got her down. she was too enthusiastic about the fact mike was staying home tonight that she didn’t want to sleep.
─ you mumbled incoherently as mike tried to keep you upright, your body slumping over so that your front was pressed together snugly with his.
“mmmikey..” you slur, entire face flushed and bright pink. he could smell the heavy lure of alcohol clinging to you like you had been dunked in it.
“what.. where have you been?” he tried to interrogate you, but it was a futile attempt, your eyes unfocused and face uncomfortably close. “ooouutt..” you hum, lips parted and red from the cold night air. mike's eyes- for some reason, had darted down to catch a peek but were quick to meet back with your hazy ones. what the fuck was that? why did he do that?
your hand had slithered up to grip his forearm, skin exposed from him wearing a t-shirt. mike shifted and you wobbled, now using his other hand to dig into the loose fabric of your sweater.
─ he feels trapped, unable to move because if he did you would fall to the floor. you were relying too much on mike to hold you upright currently.
─ you giggle with increased volume and mike is quick to shush you, a stern look clouding his features. he didn’t want to scold you like a parent to it’s child, you were an adult and therefore able to make your own decisions. but seeing you like this- he was worried what had happened for you to show up like this.
─ mike said your name with strained concern, brown eyes steadily maintaining contact with you. your head lolled to the side, rolling back until you could see him better. as much as you could with your vision swimming.
─ the corners of your mouth twitched up once you saw how pretty he looked. past the common exhaustion was strong concern.
“mm’love when y’say my name..” your voice drawled out, throat bobbing as you swallow back drool. mike almost dropped you, eyes widening almost comically.
“uh.. okay.. so you’re really out of it, huh..” it wasn’t a question, his head trying to wrap around your influenced words. you merely laugh, squirming in his hold so much you almost fall backwards and take mike with you. “an’youhr really cute!” you chime in proudly, eyes blinking rapidly to get rid of the water building up in your tear ducts.
─ mike's brain lags behind, ears hearing your confession but unable to process it. this was starting to get out of hand.
─ not that you could really filter yourself or be aware of the consequences of your word vomit. body made of jelly and veins flooded with liquid courage.
─ he tried to pull you over to his couch but you went limp, cheek falling to rest in the dip of where his neck connected to his shoulder. which was agonizing because he could feel your hot and heavy breath settle on his sensitive skin, goosebumps littering from his neck all the way down to his arms.
─ he tried to utter your name again, as if it would do something this time but you just let out a quiet groan, nudging your nose along the side of his neck.
“yeah.. say m’name jusss li’that.” you breathe out, your unfiltered words combined with the heated air you let out against him, formed a deadly ache in mike's chest.
he squirms, his lungs feel unnaturally tight and then your hand is tickling the back of his head. he doesn’t have a chance to form a proper sentence before your fingers tangle into the hair at the nape of his neck, nails slowly dragging across his scalp.
─ and just like that, mike bites back a sound that almost sounded exactly like a depraved whine, the sudden rush of tingling enough to make him act. he huffed out, his hands on your sweater lifting off you to direct you once again to sit down on his old and thrifted furniture.
─ naturally stubborn, but enhanced with alcohol, you pout like a child and begin to protest, clinging to mike immaturely.
“stop acting childish. you need to sit down. or lay down. whatever, please.” mike soothes you, treating you exactly the way you were behaving. but you weren’t having it, tugging on his shirt sleeves; “iiii don’wanna lay down. not tiredddd.” you whine, jutting out your bottom lip to appeal to his sensitive side.
mike merely rolls his eyes, struggling with some effort to position your body over the cushions, “you’re lucky i’m not forcing you to go to bed.” he offhandedly comments, sweeping your legs out from under you, using your lack of balance to make you plop onto the furniture. but you bite back, arms falling down to the worn cushions with dramatic flare, “as’long as yur’gunna be in it w’me.” and then your inebriated giggles come back while mike just stares blankly down at you.
─ he’s not sure whether to take this as a platonic comment and be flattered you feel that comfortable with him.. or acknowledge the fact you’re blatantly flirting with him.
─ the idea makes his jeans feel unusually confining and he swallows the feeling before he can dwell on it.
─ you peer up at him with a seemingly innocent expression which only distracts mike more. there was no way you meant those words. but his denial falls short once you open those swollen lips of yours.
“want y’sooo badly mikey..” you babble drunkenly, eyes half lidded, still stuck on his face. he couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol wearing you out and making you tired or something else. something he had been dancing around like it was out of the question.
he chews the inside of his cheek and bends down to be level with your slumped body on his couch. not only would it smell like the strong stench of alcohol in the morning but it would still smell distinctly like you.
─ he wants to reach out but you take the initiative, body uncontrollably swaying closer. you almost bump heads with mike but he reaches out and grips your shoulder, causing your head to hang low. he tucks his hand under your chin and lifts your face, his brown doey eyes moving along your face, taking in your appearance.
─ your face is still entirely flushed, your pupils dialled even more since you initially arrived and your lips wet from your spit leaking out of your overly moistened mouth. not that he had looked that low to see that. he shouldn’t even know that.
he can’t help the question bubbling in his throat, inhibition influenced by the pretence you might not even remember this the following morning, “you’ve.. been wanting me?” his voice is quiet but to him it sounds like a scream.
you don’t see his internal wrestle, head bobbing as you nod it, “mmyeah.. think’ve you evury’single nigh’ on top of’me.” you slur, swallowing the rising saliva, the threatening taste of bile tickling the back of your throat.
─ if your words beforehand hadn’t effected mike, he could feel his stomach clench and his cock twitch in his jeans. this wasn’t happening. it wasn’t real.
─ he inhaled sharply, about to softly command you to rest but you keep going, words spewing out while you’re blind with false confidence.
“nneed t’know wha’you taste l’ike..” you almost purr, hips shifting on the couch on their own accord. mike wasn’t the only one feeling tension build inside of them.
mike sputters, once against his dick kicks, the tip throbbing at the slight friction. his hands hurry to move away from you, one clamping over his thigh to dig his nails into his jean clad muscles. the other runs through his hair, heart hammering away like thunder.
during his clouded fight with arousal, he doesn’t notice you’ve promptly passed out until he comes back to the scene in front of him, gaze settling on your relaxed face and even breathing.
fuck him if he wasn’t going to bring it up in the morning.
warnings: lots n lots of angst and a large tw. fighting, swearing and child abuse lowkey, Neil’s a pos let’s be honest :/
summary: billy comes to school on a monday morning, only to appear very different than he usually does
word count: 3,569
a/n: made this at the start of the year and never finished so take this rushed garbage thats been in my drafts for months. also tell me if you want more of this- there was too much to put in one post.
this was originally for you @billyhargroveinaponytail, ily hun.
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“Get over here, you little shit.” A large hand came cuffing around thin, beautifully curled strands of rich dirty blonde hair. The hands grasped with a deadly grip. Their tug, a force so hard it was threatening to pull every last follicle out.
With the rough action, a scream was not far chasing it. A boy’s scream. A yell to stop. Cuss words thrown faster than light came barrelling out his mouth, the only result being the large hands beating the words back down his throat.
“How dare you talk to me like that!” The owner of the hands dragged the body connected to the curly hair across the wood panelled floor, across the carpet sprawled neatly out in the living-room, its sole purpose to accent the walls.
Carpet burns quickly cut into the boy’s skin, his flesh creating an unpleasant squeaking sound against the wood floor as he was first pulled from his own room, where he had been quietly smoking a cigarette. Its light was now fading as it lay on the floor, unattended to. He hadn’t even finished his drag before he felt a sharp slap sting his right cheek. It had flown out of his hand and landed near his window that was fully open.
Now, he was being dragged through the living-room, unaware to the boy’s knowledge, as sad and pity filled eyes watched it all happen.
Next, his bloody knees hit the door frame to the bathroom, his eyes so wet with tears, he could barely see the hands push open the medicine cabinet and grab an object. It was shiny. Reflective.
“Sit still or I’ll end cutting more than just your sissy hair, Goldilocks.” The man spat at the boy, his large hands throwing him against the tub.
“Neil...” The boy begged, his rapid blinking causing the salty tears to fall like rain from a dark cloud.
“Shut it.” The man growled, grappling the boys head again, pulling it near, his other large hand holding the boy’s muscular shoulders in place. “I don’t wanna hear a peep outta you while I do this.” He muttered, holding him upright.
The boy swallowed his words hard, the lump almost choking him. His body silently racked with sobs as he heard the painfully clear snip.... snip by both his ears, by the back of his neck and lastly near the top of his head. The once breathtaking array of curls now fell, one snip at a time, collecting at the boy’s legs that were crumpled on the floor.
The puffs created a pool of yellow around him, giving the illusion like he was bathing in pure rays of sunlight.
Neil stepped back to admire his work. He brushed a few loose pieces off the boy’s head, landing on his nose and cheek. He had an urge to reach up and take them off because it tickled. Just like it had when it rained longer strands around him. But he didn’t. He didn’t dare move. Not until Neil was in another room, far away from him.
“There. Now you don’t look like some whore. Be glad I did you a favour.” Neil’s voice dripped with disgust as he tossed the scissors tangled with blonde knots into the sink’s bowl. It clattered as it landed, sliding down towards the drain and resting there.
No one came into the bathroom all night after that. No one spoke to the boy. Just left him there to rot in thoughts only dead men thought about.
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You knew it was 8:36 am when you woke up, stretching your stiff muscles with difficulty. How did you know? Your alarm ran with a deafening tone, making your brain ache with an overwhelming pain.
“Ugh, shut up.” You grumbled, slamming the snooze button, throwing yourself backwards right back into the soft sheets. Your relief was short lived though, when the alarm went immediately back into its fit of sound.
“Why?!” You hollered, shoving yourself under your pillows, covering your head with a mountain of layers, attempting to smother your ears so the sound couldn’t penetrate them anymore. Your own personal sound shield. But it didn’t work, as you could still hear it’s annoying scream of wake up, wake up, wake up!
“I don’t want to!” You screamed back at the inanimate object that hadn’t even talked in the first place and threw the pillows off yourself.
“Y/N? What’s all the screaming about? Did you loose your keys again? I saw them near the heater last night.” Your mom chimed in from downstairs, probably making breakfast.
You groaned, knowing you couldn’t avoid the inevitable. It would catch up to you some how.
You didn’t answer the question left lingering in the air and reluctantly got up, your hair sticking out in every which way.
You got ready for school, making your way downstairs.
Your mom didn’t acknowledge your presence as you passed by her, grabbing a granola bar from the cabinet and shoved it in your pocket.
“Really, Y/N? I made you breakfast and you instead grab something that could be eaten on a day where you need to hurry- because god knows you’re going to be late again.”
For fuck sake, she’ll never stop bringing that up, will she? I was late two times in the past three months, get over it.
You sigh, grabbing the cereal bar you had just took and put it back, your eyes narrowing in on your mom’s smug face. She pushed over a plate of waffles. Wow, what an effort to make. Such a hard breakfast to prepare- definitely worth the freak out over.
You leaned on the table once you sat down, resting your chin on your hand that was propped up, your elbow making a clunk as you carelessly put it on the surface. Fuck good table manners, it was way too early.
You set the plate down with it’s warm contents and silently ate, not in the mood to converse. Not that your mom cared anyway, she was in her own world, humming along to a song you really didn’t make an effort to recognize.
You got up and headed for the door once you sat through three minutes of out of tune, wordless music provided by the only other person in the room.
“Keys.” You heard your mom call to you, your hand already on the doorknob. “Shit-“ You stepped around the clunky heater to see the reflective surface of the shaped metal that fit into your ignition. You swiped them up and headed out before anything else could be said against you being late or some other reason to argue.
The drive to school felt longer than it would have on any other Friday, not sure if it was the day of the week that made the drive so daunting or if it was all in your head. Either or, made you irritated to think about.
You silently pulled into the parking lot of Hawkins High, the lot already buzzing with life as other students dreaded the same, boring and exhausting day.
You managed to get a spot closer to the building. What luck you had this morning.
You got out of the car and locked it while you pulled your floppy bag over your shoulder. The wind wasn’t bad but it wasn’t as warm as you had anticipated.
Autumn was fast approaching and it was easy to tell by the amount of leaves starting to fall slowly to the ground, littering the beginning yellowing of the grass with a spectrum of browns to reds to brighter yellows.
You swore you heard someone gasp when the quiet click of your doors went off. You weren’t imagining that- it was too close to be wind.
You peered out from behind your parked car and saw two girls standing there, motionless. You looked into their eyes and followed the direction of their gaze until you also saw what their newfound interest had peaked.
A car door slammed with heavy force, waxed boots hit the pavement with loud clunks as the owner turned around to light a cigarette.
He brought it to his lips not before his big, veiny hand put the grey, metal lighter back into his signature jean jacket.
It always fit him just perfect, it hugged his broad, square shoulders in a snug embrace, his back muscles hidden but not completely underneath it.
He took a long drag, letting the smoke blow heavenly out of his mouth like he was letting a cloud leak from his curved lips.
“Is that- Billy?” The blonde chick whispered from across you, her brown eyes raking him up and down in a silent eye fuck.
You didn’t even like the boy- not a lot of people did but everyone could appreciate his good looks. He was relentlessly attractive and not one person could deny that but now he was missing a key part of those looks. His raw curly hair that would bounce as he walked.
It felt weird not seeing them laid out against his jacket, a stark contrast to its washed out blue.
You heard a collective amount of shocked noises from passerby to people exiting their own cars. If Billy hadn’t grabbed the attention of every student here when he first arrived to Hawkins, he damn well had the whole school’s population of eyes on him now.
He didn’t seem to care much, his cigarette growing shorter with each lift to his pink mouth. He dropped it on the ground and smushed it between his boot and the cold ground, where a bunch of other discoloured ones sat already put out. That was his spot in the lot and every morning he’d have a smoke before putting out the bud and going inside way past the bell’s chime.
A routine you didn’t dare to admit you knew so well. Not that you tried to memorize it. It just sort of happened.
You watched Billy walk away from his car, a majority of the girls watching had started following him into the building. Besides the lack of long golden hair on his head, he also wasn’t late today. In fact, he was twenty minutes early.
You were awestruck to say the least and maybe you were overlooking everything but all this sudden change in Billy’s character made you quite concerned. You had no place to get involved with his personal life but what had encouraged this act? Billy wasn’t seen as impulsive to change his looks nor did he seem unhappy about them. If anything, he flaunted his features. Every single one of them. Why now has he decided to cut it all off?
You hesitated before walking into the school yourself.
Classes were slow but where’s the surprise in that. Your days were honestly always boring, tending to keep to yourself and away from others. There were pros and cons to it but you never had to deal with bullshit from others so continue to be alone, you did.
3:40 pm.
He sat there like he did everyday after school, a cigarette between his fingers and leaning against his car. But instead of radiating that cocky, confident attitude, he seemed off today. Kept to himself.
Even when Carol Perkins flirted with him, despite not even being single, he completely ignored her, instead walking past her to English, a class he almost never attended- and you weren’t the one one to notice Billy’s strange behaviour today.
He was the talk of the hallways, conversation after conversation was primarily focused on Billy and you couldn’t escape the chatter. Not even in the bathroom after lunch, as the girls seemed to ooze lust towards his new profound look. More or less, you managed to escape as the next topic of their conversation had really inappropriate subtexts.
“I would totally suck his d-“ The door slammed with a boom as you had swiftly ducked out.
Presently, you walk to your own car. You were honestly excited to escape the grounds and go home where no one else would talk about Billy Hargrove. Until tomorrow, of course but it would make due for a few hours of silence- that’s when you noticed him and his slouched posture.
He dragged a cig between his lips, the slow and deep inhale of his chest could be mesmerizing if you stared long enough. Which you did unconsciously.
And no one looks at Billy that long without going unnoticed.
“What the fuck do you want?” His venomous voice clawed at your ears, abhorrence towards you clearly noticeable. “Me-?” You pointed at yourself, snorting with the same kind of temperament. “Yeah, you.” Billy flicked his cig across the pavement and adjusted his posture from leaning on the car to make his way over to you in the middle of the lot.
You watched him eye you up, either wondering why you weren’t drooling over him like girls usually do or trying to intimidate you into backing away.
“Nothing. Just heading to my car.” You shrugged, dodging his disapproving glare and kept walking. But he wasn’t having that.
He roughly caught the loose fabric of your own jacket and reeled you back in so you were facing him again.
“I wasn’t done talking to you.” He ground his teeth together as he addressed you. “Yeah, well I was. Good day.” You removed his hand with a passive-aggressive stance and stomped away.
And it didn’t take long for you to hear equally matching stomps following your retreating figure. Can’t this guy take a hint?
“Go away.” You mumbled over your shoulder, knowing he was close enough to hear it. Hell, you could practically feel him breathing down your neck. “How about you fucking face me and stop running away like a bitch.” He spat, reaching for your arm once again.
You tugged it away in time, spinning around to do exactly as he said. Face him.
But he didn’t expect you to listen and he ended up bumping into you head on causing you both to trip and tumble to the hard ground.
Billy slipped his hand behind your head just in time, his boney fingers softening the impact of your head knocking the pavement. It still hurt, nonetheless, but it was severely lessened. He sighed, his warm, nicotine laced breath veiling over your face and filling your nostrils.
You both froze, his eyes darting all over the patchiness of your skin and it’s pores. Yours- and his skin were both turning a raw sort of red due to the cold but you couldn’t help but notice his was brighter. Perhaps embarrassment was creeping up on him.
He scoffed, putting his hands on either side of your face on the pavement and pushing himself up with no effort at all. He glanced down and held his hand out to yours, not even bothering to look at you. You hesitated, taking it. It was freezing.
He lifted you up with ease and you let go of him.
You then awaited for him to go back to threatening you but he just turned away to his own car and proceeded to get in and drive away.
Strange.
Tuesday. 8:36 am.
The alarm clock ran its routinely wake up call but.. you weren’t in bed. No.. you were already downstairs eating breakfast. You lazily raised the spoon of cornflakes to your lips, your lack of sleep making you sluggish and drowsy. Your mom was still asleep because she didn’t have to work so that meant you had the kitchen to yourself this morning. Better than listening to her hum to Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. for the millionth time this month. You swiped up your cutlery and bowl and bumped it into the sink carelessly.
The wind lapped at the trees with more hostility than yesterday, you made note of as you cut the engine once parking. You grabbed your bag and moved to exit the comfortable confines of the drivers seat when two loud raps hit your window. You jumped out of your skin and looked up to see the culprit so you could scream at them. But what you didn’t anticipate was Billy to be standing there, his own car parked beside yours.
Get out he mouthed to you, motioning you to do as he said. And you did, slipping out one leg at a time and shutting the door with suspicion. “What do you want.” You got straight to the point.
Billy smirked, giving you a side look. “You never did answer me yesterday.” Was all he said, flicking ashes off the end of his lit cigarette. “I know. I didn’t intend to.” You said back, locking your vehicle’s doors. “Why not? You too afraid to admit you were checking me out?” He teased, attempting to draw a reaction out of you. “Why would I be afraid? Every girl here seems to do that as a hobby. If I was, I’d join the fan club.”
He laughed, leaning back on the hood of his car. He had reversed himself into the spot. “Who says you aren’t already in it? You might even be the president.” He bit his lip, eyeing you up again. But this time, there was a different meaning behind it, his eyes didn’t shoot daggers at you.
Your breath caught in your throat, his eyes going right for your mouth as he heard it. He put the cig back to his lips and took an agonizingly slow drag, licking them as he let the smoke pour out and flow over the collar of his jean jacket- his eyes never leaving your mouth, maybe only for a second as they took a quick peek at your eyes. His own were clouded with something, a dark haze that ignited something in your stomach. This was his game. A game he played with everyone. And you really didn’t want to be just another game piece.
“See you around Hargrove.” You hummed, turning on your heel and stumbled away. The way he had effected you was evident in your recovering posture and he knew it. You had given yourself away.
3:40 pm.
You day was interesting to say the least, Billy making sure he was at least near you- if not right beside or behind you, after every class, trying to make you flush red or catch you off guard with a flirty comment. Why this sudden interest, you couldn’t say but the other girls around you were just as annoyed, if not ready to claw your throat out.
“Go away, Billy.” You repeated for the twelfth time today, yes, you counted. “Your hard to get act will come down eventually- and I’ll be there when it does.” He winked, walking at your side like a dog on a leash. He was just coming off as desperate now. Like he needed to prove something to himself by getting through to you.
“You tell every girl that cheesy line?” You inquired as you approached your car and unlocked. You had reached for the handle with another hand, frozen to the touch, stopped yours in the process.
“Not every girl. Just ones who catch my attention.”
You rolled your eyes, using your other hand to peel his off. “I’ve been in your Math class for over a year now. Why’re you- doing this now?” You set your foot down, figuratively, trying to pry an answer out of Billy.
He sighed, slightly frustrated. “Do I need a reason to flirt with such a pretty girl?” He ignored the direct question, answering it with another question.
“Cut the shit Hargrove. Tell me what’s up.” Nobody ever bugged you unless it was for something. That much you had learned from your time at Hawkins High.
“Fuck- alright! Just, have dinner with my family tonight. You’re dull and quiet. Perfect cover up.” He seemed way passed attempting to seem subtle and trying to warm you up.
“Cover up for what?” You didn’t like what he was hiding. If he wanted to use your ‘good image’ he’d have to fill you in first.
“Dad thinks m’gay.” He mumbled, lifting a cigarette to his lips, cuffing his hands over it as he desperately tried to light it against the lapping winds in the parking lot.
“Well.. are you?”
“No- I’m not.” He frowned at you once he lit it, showing you how much he hated the idea of anyone thinking that.
“So why doesn’t he believe you?” You leaned against his car, not satisfied with the answers he was giving you.
“Do you want my whole fucking life story or are you going to shut up and help me?” His harsh voice raised as he snapped at you, making your questions die in your throat.
“Well, when you talk to me like that- I guess I won’t.”
You shrugged your shoulders, opening your car door. But a force on the other side was preventing you from opening it large enough to fit your body through.
“Please.” Billy’s voice immediately dropped lower, preventing anyone from hearing him beg you.
“Please what?” You looked back at him, maybe thinking of making him squirm.
“Seriously? Fuck- please help me? I’ll pay you back however you’d like.” He winked, leaning on your door he was blocking.
It was only for one night. Was it really that bad?
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