Warnings: Vulgar vocabulary, public sex (if you squint), unprotected sex (this is a fic, be safe), teasing, foreplaying, etc. Porn with some plot.
Word Count: 3280
A/N: First time writing smut so, please don’t kill me. This CAN’T be considered flithy after the 11k I wrote for the Dylan fic.
All Rights Reserved. The author, me, don’t allow any type of copy or adaption.
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A long dark green silky dress hugged the shape of your body, accentuating the most appealing parts of your physique. Your bareback was full of goosebumps as your hair caressed the uncovered skin. Besides, your makeup was done flawlessly, emphasising the most attractive features you had.
Your walk was confident, the clicking of your heels turning heads towards you. Your presence too big for the room. However, you ignored the desiring gazes that you received from both men and women, focusing on your mission.
Liam Zajicek was your objective. A young and attractive man who was being searched by almost every CIA agent. At the young age of 22 years old, he was probably the most searched and wanted hacker. The CIA had been searching for him since last year when he successfully altered the votes in the elections of the new president of America. However, Zajicek was stealthy, not leaving any hint that could implicate him in such a grave crime.
But the man you worked for was even more stealthy, preparing his next moves before Liam Zajicek had the opportunity to do anything. And his next move was you.
The mission was easy, too easy for you. You would be lying if you denied feeling offended for receiving such a simplistic mission. It was as lightly as seducing Liam. Even if he was a talented hacker, he was still a young man who would be sex-driven.
A man in a tuxedo walked closer to you, a tray on his right hand, lowering it so you could grab the drink you craved. Nodding while offering him a charming smile, your eyes gazed around, trying to find the man whose pictures you had studied closely.
The ballroom was full of people. Elegant dresses and tuxedos, expensive drinks, and perfumes. It was the perfect environment to seduce someone, leading them out of the public eye to kill them. However, Liam was going to be luckier as your boss wanted to be the one taking care of him.
The golden light appeared to illuminate your beauty as you wandered closer to the bar, discerning your target talking to a considerably alluring woman. Sitting in a luxurious barstool, you crossed your right leg on top of your left one, causing the cut of the dress to expose your glowing skin.
Setting your intense gaze on him, waiting for his eyes to meet yours. Your tongue wetted your lip, exaggerating the action a little more as Liam Zajicek noticed you. His mouth turned into a smirk, eyes focused on you as he ignored whatever the red-haired girl was telling him.
The music turned into a ballad. Getting up from the barstool, you walked to the floor where some couples were already slow dancing, enjoying the closeness, and hoping to bring a nice one-night stand to their hotel room. As you walked to the floor, your gaze was focused on Liam. He completely ignored the red-haired woman, walking to where you were standing.
"Are you maybe waiting for someone who will have the chance to slow dance with you?" His voice was husky, and you weren't sure if it was due to the desperation he was radiating, or if it was his usual tone.
Your left hand grabbed his right hand, placing it on your waist. "I was hoping you would be that lucky someone." Your white teeth accentuated the red rich, rosewood lipstick.
His other hand instantly grabbed your other side, dragging you closer to him while your hands rested on his shoulders. "May I get your name?"
You wanted to groan, feeling a little overthrown. You expected to have fun during this mission, have some sexual tension yourself. But the way his hands only pulled you closer, without teasing you in some way was telling you that Liam Zajicek didn't have as much experience with women as he did with hacking.
"Holland," You lied, not displaying such valuable information to someone who was a mere target. "May I get yours?" This time it was you pulling him closer, biting your lower lip.
His eyes sparkled, and if you had gotten a little closer, he would have thrust against you, rutting just there. "I'm Adrian." You tried not to scoff, knowing that he was also lying.
His hands went lower, moving towards your back. He bit his lower lip too excessively, and you tried to contain a roll of your eyes. His hips got closer to yours, letting you know that there was a bulge growing, although nothing prominent.
"So," His fingers relocated, grazing your back. "Such a pretty lady coming to a party like this one on your own?" The knife being held by your garter ached to be grabbed. "Is your dad one of those rich men?" He smirked. "Because that means it will be difficult to impress you, baby." The pet name sounded lame coming from him.
Before you could answer, the music switched. The melody was still slow, a little more sensual, and you saw people wandering around to dance with other people, bodies even closer than before.
"May I take her from you now?" A deeper voice interrupted your words. Looking beside you, a man's gaze was focused on you. The other men preferred to look at your cleavage while this one preferred to gaze into your eyes, at least for now.
Before you could answer, the black-haired man had glared at Liam, making him walk away, whispering that he would try and find you later.
"Do I know you?" You did. You knew him, and he knew you. However, you both wanted to have a little fun, ignoring the detail of recognising each other.
Mitch Rapp innocently smiled at you. "I don't believe so." You had seen pictures of him that your boss had shown you, and this wouldn't be the first time Mitch Rapp had the same purpose as you. He had shaved his beard and styled his quite long dark hair. "But I wouldn't mind getting to know such a good-looking lady."
You grinned. Your hands dropped from his shoulders to run down his chest, pressing against firm muscles. Not caring about your long dress, his left leg parted yours, resting in the middle, grazing the sides of your inner thighs. His left hand slid from your back, resting upon your butt, pulling you even closer. His face near yours, warm breath hitting your top lip while his lightly upturned nose rested against the tip of yours.
"You told him your name is Holland, uh." He smirked. His right hand was on the right side of your waist, pulling you even closer to the point where your core was placed directly on top of his thigh. "I thought I told you this type of dudes are the CIA's business, Y/N."
You smirked, tongue leaping out to wet your lower lip, accidentally grazing his bottom lip, which made him try and hide a grunt. "You know I like the excitement of ruining your plans. And if Stan gets mad, it's a plus." You grinned. "Plus my boss wants him."
"I'm going to have to teach you a lesson." He scoffed. "So disobedient, always making my job harder." You suggestively glanced at him, noticing that wasn't the only hard thing you provoked as his bulge was pressed against your core. He understood what you were implying, shaking his head. The hand that was resting on your butt went to the front, brushing your tummy while going down. Disappointment overflowed you as his fingers skipped the part you desired he would graze, going directly under your dress, grabbing the knife that was being held by your garter. "You changed the place of the knife."
"Couldn't have you finding it again." You whined as his cold fingers left your thigh, not taking the blade as he was confident you wouldn't use it against him. "But seems like you did."
"Leave this one for me, baby girl." He referred to Zajicek, knowing he will have to fight you to take you away from whatever your boss had ordered you to do.
"Do you know how much I will get paid for this, Rapp?" Your hands went up again, circling his neck to bring him closer. Your next words made your lips brush against his. "A lot of money, Rapp. More than you can imagine." Your gaze moved around, remembering what you were there for. Mitch Rapp had distracted you from your objective. "Shit."
The man that was keeping you close to him turned around, following your gaze until he saw Liam speaking to a man while glancing at you two. He had discovered that you both were there to get him. He swiftly pushed through people, trying to escape both of you. "Fuck." Mitch's hands left your body, stepping as quickly as possible, following Zajicek. You did the same, trying to ignore the fabric stuck to your lower lips, confirming the effect Mitch Rapp had on you.
You lost both of them, finding yourself in an empty hall, glancing around. It wasn't until you heard a thump that you knew where both men were. Rushing to a white and golden door, you were met with Mitch as he dodged a chair that was thrown to his head by Liam.
You quickly walked closer, jumping on Zajicek's back, arms tightly around his neck, trying to choke him. "Mitch, he is mine." Your legs around his waist, pressing your thighs against him, trying to weaken the lower part of his body. Nonetheless, Liam Zajicek used his elbows to hit your stomach, causing you to fall on your butt and back, your breath being kicked out of you.
"No way, baby girl." He grunted as he ran after Liam again. As soon as you were able to get up, you ran behind them, seeing them going inside another room, which seemed to be an office. Liam tried to kick a shelf. Mitch was strong enough to stop the entire shelf from falling on top of him, although he would have a big bruise on the back of his arm.
Liam's eyes widened as he understood how tough, and trained Mitch Rapp was, running to a door that was inside the office. Pulling it open, he was met with no exit. Mitch and you ran to the other chamber, which was a bathroom.
You quickly kicked Liam's chest with your heels, making him wail in pain, collapsing on his bottom. Mitch gripped the boy's hair, dragging him over the white porcelain bath, turning the water on, and splashing his face with the head of the shower until he was turning purple as he couldn't breathe.
"Where's the SD?" You asked Zajicek. When he didn't answer you, Mitch turned the water on again. But the boy resisted, not wanting to reveal his secrets.
Your hands rapidly moved around Liam's body, going inside his pockets until your fingers found a hard object. Mitch Rapp was too distracted threatening the hacker. It was your opportunity to flew from the room with the SD you needed. Proof enough for your boss to get the money from finding and discovering the ways of Liam Zajicek.
You rushed out of the bathroom, not getting too far as a hand grabbed your right elbow. You didn't have time to turn around as a rough body pushed you against the desk placed on the middle of the office. Your chest was tightly squeezed against the hard wooden surface, while a body was pressed to the lower part of your body. A hand around the back of your neck, keeping you in place. A veiny hand came to view, grasping the SD card from your grip. "Such a snake, baby girl."
"I repeat," You tried to get away from his grasp, unsuccessfully. "I like ruining your plans."
"Good," You heard him shuffle behind you, probably hiding the SD in one of his pockets. "It's my turn to ruin you." There was no time to proceed his words as both of his hands went to the cut on your leg, ripping the dress so he could see what was underneath. His cold fingers grabbed the knife, throwing it somewhere in the room. "No underwear." He grunted, hips colliding with yours, showing how desperate he was.
You moaned, using your elbows to hold yourself up. You turned your head to look at him, his eyes already on you. "Underwear looks horrible with such a delightful dress." His eyes slipped from you to look down at your folds. Seeing the satisfaction in his eyes, you decided to move your hips back, hitting his hips again, leaving a little damp mark on the front of his pants due to your wetness. His eyes went back to yours, holding your gaze as the fingers of his right hand teased your folds, not touching them completely, just grazing them. "Mitch, you better touch me right now. I swear to g-." Your words were interrupted as he conducted your wish. Two of his fingers rubbing the wetness of your pussy all over your folds, making you gasp and hold his gaze.
"So wet." His fingers left your core, making you whine. He placed his hand between your centre and the desk, his fingers going back to the sought place. This time, toying with your clit as the other hand ran up, grabbing your boob through the dress, squeezing, and pinching. "Fuck. How can you be so wet even before I started touching you."
"You always do the same." Your hips trapped his hand against the desk, riding his hand as he played with your clit. "You always get me all turned on, and then, you leave." Your right hand stopped supporting your weight, blindly going behind your body until it was wrapping Mitch's bulge. "How can you be so hard even before I touched you."
"Shut up," He groaned, a little smirk decorating his face. His hand left your clit as he felt how you fere fastening your peace against him. His other hand removing yours off his bulge. He rapidly unzipped his jeans, and after thrusting his hips a couple of times against yours, he lowered his boxers. His left hand pushed your face against the desk, keeping you there as the head of his dick caressed your wet folds. "We have no time, baby girl. We have to be quick." He pushed the head between your folds, teasing. "No time to eat you out, no time to have my dick deep down your throat, and no time to finger you." You could notice that he was talking with a pout on his lips. He finally decided to shove himself fully in you.
"Mitch," You whined. "Don't go all soft on me, please." The grip he had around your neck tightened while his dick went out of your pussy, just to go back inside at a slow pace. You were going to beg him to do you harder, and faster, but the ringing of your phone interrupted you.
"Who's it?" Mitch mumbled. As you wanted to ignore the call, you didn't answer, which made Rapp stop his slow thrusts. When you complained, turning around to peer at him, he had an earnest expression. "I asked you a question, kitten." Your legs trembled, and you were grateful that Mitch and the desk retained your entire body.
With shaky fingers, you clutched your phone. Hazy vision trying to guess the ID of the caller. "Stan," You answered. Mitch couldn't help but smirk at the chance of fucking you while your boss was on call.
"Well, kitten." His hips went back, going forward, roughly, fastening the pace. "No more foreplay for us." Mitch and you did this in every mission that Stan sent the both of you to. You both acted as if you were each other's competition, ending up fucking somewhere after capturing or killing your target. "Answer him, baby." Your eyes widened, and before you could talk, Mitch thrust a couple of times into you, fast.
"Y-yes?" You replied after sliding your finger on the screen of the phone to accept the call.
"You guys are taking more time than normal. Was there any problem?" His annoyed voice sounded over the line, making you both roll your eyes.
Your hand went to your mouth, keeping yourself from moaning while being on the phone. Mitch was going harder and deeper as possible. His balls hitting your clit every time he thrust. "W-we already have him, Stan. We will be back soon." Soon, you were going to cum soon, not being able to hold back from how quick Mitch was doing you. "We are taking more time as I lost my knife," You plainly lied. "You know how much I love that kn-." A loud moan interrupted your sentence, followed by a couple of more.
"Oh my god, you horny rabbits." Stan realised what both of you were up to. "Finish quickly, and come back with Zajicek." He hung up.
"You heard him, kitten." He pushed you even farther into the desk, ordering you to stay there. His left hand went to your waist, moving your body to meets his thrusts. His right hand found its place on your clit, expertly moving in circles until your knees were buckling. "Come on, baby. Come on." He groaned, knowing you were so close to your high.
He pressed his chest against your back, his teeth biting your ear, not scared to moan loudly, letting you know that you had the same power on him that he had on you. "I'm so close baby." You could feel his dick grazing places that could make any woman pass out from pleasure. His member pulsating in you, letting you grasp that he was close.
A couple more of thrusts and he was cumming inside you, the movement of his hips still hitting you, perceiving you were close. "Mitch!" Your mouth was open, and a trail of drool running down your chin as your body shook from how hard you were cumming. His load filled you up, and even after both of you had reached your highs, Mitch was still inside you, pressed against you while breathing hard.
"Fuck, even quickies with you left me all satisfied." He groaned, deciding to slip his dick from you, which made you whine as you loved being filled up by him. Now, you moaned, the mix of your juices falling down your thighs. "Let me go grab you a towel." He moved to the bathroom, to come back a couple of minutes later with a warm wet towel on his hands, not hesitating to gently clean you up, knowing you were quite sensitive after sex.
"Hey," Your eyes widened. "What about Zajicek?"
"He was unconscious when I came here as you tried to escape." He hummed, concentrating on cleaning you up. "But when I went back inside to get the towel, he was conscious, tied to the bath. He probably enjoyed you moaning loudly." He winked, making you feel flustered.
"Mitch Rapp," You groaned. "My dress it's all ripped. How am I supposed to get out of this party like this?" You pointed at the ripped dress he was guilty of as he couldn't wait until you unzipped it to be inside you.
"You will have to keep closer to me, baby girl." He grabbed you, dragging you closer to his body. Your hands ended up against his firm chest. "Hard again?" You chuckled, feeling his bulge on the lower part of your tummy.
"Wait until we get home, Y/N Rapp." He winked. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Ms. Rapp."
A/N: I think this is the first Stiles piece I’ve written? I miss my freckly boi. I should have proofed this more but I’m out of energy!!! sorry!!! Thanks @musiciatee for the prompt
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The warmth of the room was not helping your inability to stay awake; you found your attention drifting quickly, and you hoped that Lydia would lend you her notes for next period's class if you were nice enough. Try as you might, you found your head bobbing, and your eyes fluttering to half open slits as you listened to Coach Finstock drone on about scarcity, efficiency, and sovereignty.
The sharp whack of a small projectile caused your eyes to whip open as you sat up quickly, looking around for the source of the disruption. Your eyes landed on the messy haired, freckled boy sitting in the row across from you. You glowered. Stiles mimed yawning before acting out a comical snore and you found yourself holding back a smirk at his theatrics. He gestured wildly to the crumpled ball of a note he had thrown at you, and you picked it up daintily to study its contents.
Stop staying up until 4am watching that dumb doctor show.
Glancing back at up at him, he fixed you with a pointed, haughty look and you rolled your eyes.
Coach was facing the blackboard, and you used this opportunity to tear a narrow strip of paper from your notebook. You hastily scrawled your response, Stop going out and playing in the forest until 4am, before lobbing it in Stiles' direction. He caught it easily in his uplifted hand, opening it under his desk while you studied him. He chuckled and scribbled down his retort.
I'm not the one who can't keep their eyes open, Y/N.
You crumpled the small piece of paper and tossed it into your bag as Coach turned around to study the class for an answer. When his back was to you once more, you sent over your reply to Stiles.
Bold of you to assume that's not because of Finstock's lesson. Stiles snorted loudly and quickly covered his face as Coach whipped around, studying the young man with contempt.
"Something funny, Bilinski?"
Stiles straightened in his chair, wiggling his pencil between his fingers as he pursed his lips and shook his head. "No, Coach. I was just suddenly struck by the fact that my generation will be in charge of the economy one day and you're probably going to have a huge impact on us future stock investors."
Coach shuddered as he processed what had been said. "That is a truly terrifying thought. But keep it to yourself next time. People smarter than you are trying to learn, here."
You snickered and tried to pass it off as a small cough as Stiles sunk back into his seat raising his eyebrows and giving you a triumphant grin at his deflection. Following your close call, the two of you remained uncharacteristically silent until the bell rang to release you a few short minutes later. You shoved your books into your bag quickly in an attempt to escape the crowdedness of the hallways on your way to grab a coffee, but you slowed when you heard Stiles calling after you. He was fumbling with his textbooks, shoving them into his open backpack haphazardly as he tried to catch up to you.
He knocked into a desk in his hurry, groaning and clutching at his thigh as he limped out the door. "Ow. Damn, why do you always have to move so fast?"
You shook your head wearily, clutching your bag tightly to your side as the two of you headed towards the front entrance. "Stilinski, it's a damn miracle you're still alive." He grinned at the statement, pulling his bag higher on his shoulder as he matched his pace to yours. Your hustle had paid off; you were far ahead of the crowd by the time the masses finally left their classrooms.
"Clearly the higher powers at be realize it would be cruel to deny the world of such a gorgeous specimen of a human being." He mumbled absently as he rubbed at his growing bruise.
"Right..." You drawled as you searched for your purse for your keys. "Are you sure it's because not even the Devil can handle you?"
"I mean, it definitely could be that I'm too hot for hell, Y/N. Yes, thank you for bringing up such an insightful point." He was relentless. You had already made the short distance to your car, and you leaned against the frame for support as Stiles moved to the passenger side door without speaking. You raised an eyebrow quizzically and he paused, his long fingers grasping the handle. "What? Was I not invited?"
You shrugged, pulling open the door to the backseat to throw your bag in. "I honestly don't think you would listen if I said you weren't allowed to come with me. I accepted that a long time ago." He pondered your words, raising his shoulders and nodding in agreement as he slid into the car. He was already tinkering with your seats and the air conditioning when you closed your door behind you.
"I think you take my presence for granted, Y/N/N.” He mused. “One day, you'll be all like, "Hey, where's that anxious young man, Stiles, who I love so much?" And I'll be off somewhere, surrounded by models who have come to love and appreciate my intricate and complex levels of humour and intelligence so much so that they decided to create a town in my honour. How will you feel then, huh?"
He was staring at you so intently, you were losing the thread of whether he was joking or not. You searched his eyes, finding nothing but deep pits of amber instead of answers. You shoved the keys into the ignition after clipping on your seat belt, promptly ignoring his question. "Is Scott busy? Why aren’t you harassing him?"
The freckled young man sighed, and shoved his backpack down between his feet, rolling his eyes when you reached across his chest to pull out the seat belt he had been struggling with. "He's playing hooky with Allison, but that's not the point. The point is that I'm a joy to be around, and you need to stop and smell the roses." Stiles quickly began fiddling with your radio, letting out a small huff of protest when you slapped his fingers away.
"Come on, you know the driver picks the music." Stiles groaned dramatically as he played with the window controls, the front and back windows rising and lowering, much to your annoyance.
"The rule only applies if the driver has good taste."
You gasped in contempt, your fingers sliding over the volume knob to increase the sound in an act of defiance. "I'm sorry you're uncultured? What's wrong with Leon Bridges and Nat King Cole?"
"You don't want me to answer that."
By this point in your relationship, you were surprised your eyeballs were still in your head, and that you hadn't somehow developed a rare muscle strain as a result of the constant eye rolling you seemed to partake in in Stiles' company. "You are, by far, the biggest baby I have ever met. And stop messing with my windows."
He pouted indignantly and crossed his arms, his leg bouncing wildly as you continued down the empty road to the nearest coffee chain. "Then entertain me. Or let me drive…you're slower than my dad."
"Stiles, I am a safe driver. And the speed limit is 35. I'm doing 40."
"No one actually drives that close to the limit." He scoffed as you slowed down for a stray pedestrian. "You drive like you're making a mad break from the nursing home. You're like, the opposite of Quicksilver or the Flash. You're so slow, a baby who hasn't learned how to walk yet could 100% beat you in a race."
Your lips lifted into a smile as you checked your blind spots before turning on your signals to switch lanes. "I'm fine with that, Mr. My-daddy-gets-me-out-of-parking-tickets."
If Stiles had intended to respond, he didn't get to. The deafening crunch of metal and the intense force of the speeding car that collided with yours pulled a loud gasp from your lips. Your body slammed back against the driver's seat, your breath caught in your chest at the suddenness of the impact. Time seemed funny to you. It would have been only a few seconds that had passed, but it had seemed so much longer than that.
Dazed, you turned to look at Stiles who was observing you with increasing distress. From your position, you could see how a speeding car would have missed this little road if they had turned off the main street; they wouldn't have had a lot of time to correct if they hadn't spotted the yield sign. Your friend’s hand grabbed your arm, and you drew your attention from your window and the smoke that was emanating from your hood outside.
"Are you okay?" You murmured, feeling oddly constrained in your position behind the wheel as Stiles' hands brushed over you with a gentle urgency. His face was pale, but he seemed fine to you until you noticed the redness on his hand. "Hey, what-.”
"Oh my god, Y/N, you're bleeding. Why are you bleeding?" His words didn't make a lot of sense; if you were bleeding, why was he the one with blood on his hands? You yelped when his fingers brushed over your thigh, and you realized that the pressure you were feeling was a result of your buckled door and the strip of metal that had sliced into your upper leg.
"Oh my god." You turned to look at the man who was standing outside of your window, peering in at you and Stiles who was frantically searching for his phone. Based on the fact that his car door was wide open, and his face was ashen, you assumed you were looking at the man who had hit you. Somehow, his bumper had only just been dented along with his cracked headlight. "Oh my god, is she okay?" He repeated speaking to Stiles who was glaring at him angrily, his phone pressed to his face.
"Dude, there's a yield sign for a reason!" Stiles spat out. "Hi, yes, I've just been in a car accident at LaCinta and Grove. We need an ambulance."
"I didn't think to..."
"Yeah, clearly!" The venom in Stiles voice was unlike you had ever heard before as he snapped at the man.
We should get out of the car, you thought mindlessly, as you sat there in shock. Cars always blow up in movies.
"It's not going to blow up," Stiles said quickly as he reached for your hand to reassure you. "Yeah, no, I'm still here, sorry. My friend just said something."
You groaned and Stiles turned to you quickly, worry drawing his eyebrows together. "My mom and dad are going to murder me." You mumbled as you watched the blood pooling in the grooves of your seats. You heard Stiles speaking frantically, before saying something along the lines of, "I don't know how deep it is, but there's a lot of blood."
Things were fuzzy after that.
When your fog began to clear, you felt much better. It took you a moment before realizing that you were no longer pressed up against the crushed driver's side door of your car but that you were now sitting in a hospital bed. Your thigh felt tender, but the sharp stabbing ache that had been present earlier was no more. A quick scan of the room revealed you were alone, but you recognized Stiles' backpack occupying the chair nearest to your bed and noted the bouquet of pink and yellow roses.
When you sighted him outside of your room, speaking anxiously with his father and your mom who you quickly recognized despite only seeing the back of her silhouette, you sighed with relief. Stiles noticed you were awake almost instantly, and you watched as he nudged the Sheriff before saying something to your mom who quickly whipped around and hurried through the door to your side.
"Oh baby girl, I'm so glad you're awake. Are you feeling okay? Can I get you something? How is your leg? Are you thirsty?" You withdrew slightly from her urgent coddling and looked at the Sheriff in a silent plea. He slipped an arm around your mom, who tried to shrug him off as she fussed over you.
"Y/M/N, remember the doctor said she would feel a little overwhelmed after she woke up."
With a start, your mom nodded, wiping absently at the stray tear that had fallen down her cheek without consent. "Right. Sorry." She continued her questioning in a more relaxed manner, and you did your best to keep up. Stiles hung back nervously as he watched the exchange, and you rolled your eyes in her direction as he gave you a weak smile
She patted the edge of the bed to check for an empty space before she sat down beside you. "Stiles told me what happened, and your dad is on his way back from Montreal... We're just so glad you're okay. We don't want you to worry about the car right now. Just focus on getting better."
You nodded, relieved. "Okay."
"You should be very grateful you have such good friends. Stiles was a superstar." Your friend itched shyly at the back of his neck, his face reddening slightly at the praise while his dad gave him a proud smile. Your mom looked as if she wanted to say something more, but she stopped, changing her train of thought. "Can I get you something to eat? I told them you wouldn't want to be woken up, but I can go grab you something."
"Can I just have some tea, please?" Your mom hummed and patted your arm before kissing your hair. You could see that she was happy to have something to do, and knew you would be getting a talk about your driving skills when you recovered.
"Yes, my sweet girl… I'll see if I can find some chicken noodle soup." With that she left the room, the Sheriff choosing to head out soon after.
"There's still some issues I have to deal with on our side," Stiles' father explained, his hands clutching comfortably at the sides of his jacket. "Based on what Stiles said and the fact that the man who hit you is currently having his stomach pumped, I might be here a while."
"Arrest him." Stiles sung, irritably from his position leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Sheriff Stilinski shot his son a look that resided somewhere between disdain and understanding, before leaving. "I'm serious!" Stiles shouted after his dad before muttering, "Drunk idiot." quietly to himself. When the two of you were alone, your friend edged closer to the side of your bed. He studied you with a strained look of concern as you winced; the metal bar of the bed frame had knocked against your wound in your attempt to move over to make room for him. You patted the space beside you, beckoning him forward.
Wordlessly, he sunk into the newly vacant spot beside you, his slender fingers intertwining with yours. You couldn’t remember the last time you had held hands like this, but felt it was probably back when you were in grade school. You sat in silence for a few moments, shoulder to shoulder, before he turned to you.
"I'm never getting in a car with you again, you know, right? My life is too precious."
You groaned and let out a small laugh despite everything, squeezing his hand tightly as you grumbled, "You aren't going to let me live this down are you."
Stiles clucked his tongue at you, shaking his head in mock disappointment. "I'm JUST saying that if you were driving faster, we would have completely missed that asshole getting to that intersection."
“Or if I had driven the speed limit instead of driving over, he would have blasted through that intersection ahead of us.” You countered as you gave his shoulder a bump. "Anyway, I'm still alive…I guess the Devil didn't want me either." His arm snaked around your shoulder and he pulled you gently towards him in a loving hug.
"Good. I'm not ready for you to die just yet." Your body relaxed against him, the lack of conversation that followed comforting; Stiles was one of the few people who you could spend hours with, talking or not, and still feel like your time was well spent. You were glad he was here with you now.
Your eyes felt heavy, but you opened them again when Stiles began to speak. “I’m really glad you’re okay, Y/N.”
“Thanks… Me too.”
He pointed towards the vase of flowers you had noticed earlier, “I got those for you. I thought if you were on bed rest you should actually spend some time stopping to smell the roses.”
You let out a small sigh and grinned happily. “That’s so cheesy…”
“Yeah, but you like it anyway.”
You studied the petals of the roses, and shrugged jokingly in an attempt to convey disinterest—but he was right, and you both knew it. You liked it a lot.
warnings: cursing, fluff, and soul crushing angst (y’all can thank soph @sincerelystiles for that one)
author’s note: this is a 50′s era au and it is so long and i am genuinely so proud of this! thank you to my girls @sarcasticallystilinski @dumbass-stilinski @sincerelystiles @mf-despair-queen @sabrinas-wolves @thelittlestkitsune @dylan-ohbrien @ninja-stiles and @minhosmeanhoe for letting me constantly tease them with sneak peeks! enjoy! :)
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“Two households, both alike in dignity.
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene.
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.”
“You know, Cody. This is one of the many reasons why you and I will never, ever be together!” Y/N spat, her words rolled in venom. Her eyebrows scrunched angrily causing Cody to just laugh.
What Y/N often called a sorry excuse for a man smirked. “Sure thing, princess. You'll be back.” He waved her off, walking somewhere else in the diner. She watched him walk off and plop down in a seat with multiple girls surrounding him, pining over him. He sure did seem to be enjoying himself. The cocky look planted on his scruffy face, only made her angrier.
She couldn't have cared less about the girls he was dating, or who he was with because she didn't love Cody. She didn't even care about the ‘rule’ of their gang. The leaders of Omega were supposed to be a boy and girl and they were also meant to be together, but being with Cody just made her insides twist and not in a good way. For one, he was extremely cocky, obnoxious, and just plain terrible. How she ended up in this gang alongside him would forever be a mystery to her.
Turning on her heel, she spun to walk back over to her strawberry blonde friend, Holland, and sat in the seat next to her. “This is why I consider leaving, Holl. You're the only one keeping me here at this point.” She huffed, arms crossing over her chest and leaning back against the chair with her legs crossed in a ladylike fashion.
Holland sighed. “Y/N, you know how he is, he'll apologize and grovel at your feet for forgiveness, just let him cool off.”
“No, Holl! I don't want to be with him, I don't see why that's everyone's biggest concern.” She pulled a tube of lipstick out of her black high waisted pants along with a compact. Whenever Y/N was frustrated or angry, she reapplied her lipstick and lately that was something she'd been doing a lot around Cody. Looking into the mirror, she ran the red stick over her bottom lip and then her top lip, rolling her lips and smoothing out the freshly applied makeup.
“You know what I want, Holland. I don't want to be with him, I want to be me.”
Holland set her palm over her best friend's hand comfortingly as she smiled softly. “I know and when you figure out whatever that is, I will be here to support you.” She pulled away and grabbed a five dollar bill from her purse.
“Go get us a couple milkshakes. And I will go choose some new music.” She handed her the money. Y/N nodded and they both stood up from their seats. Holland going towards the jukebox.
“Strawberry, right?”
“You know it!” Holland winked. Y/N giggled and turned around, her own body colliding with another. She immediately squeezed her eyes shut, ready for the impact, but before she could fall on her butt, a pair of arms caught her. Her eyes slowly fluttered open to be met with a pair of whiskey eyes that she could only ever imagine seeing in her dreams. She looked at the rest of his face. The brown hair on his head slicked back nicely, but she wondered what it would like if it was just a little messy or unstyled. His pink lips slightly parted. Moles and beauty marks scattered around his face, long eyelashes hitting his high cheekbones every time he blinked, but it was almost as if he stopped blinking.
The stranger pulled her back up, the palm of her hands against his chest as his hands were firmly pressed on her back. Their eyes still locked on each other's. One of his friends, some guy clad in a leather jacket with a mop of curly hair on his head cleared his throat, snapping them out of the spell they had one another under. She pulled away from the stranger slowly. “Sorry about that, love. I should've been looking where I was going.” The whiskey eyed boy smiled, his smile knee weakening.
“That was totally my fault. My apologies. Good thing I didn't have the milkshakes I was going to buy yet.” She bit her lip, trying to hide the smile that was desperately trying to make its way onto her face and shook her head.
The boy chuckled, the sound nearly music to her ears. “Don't hide that beautiful smile you got there.”
A blush heated her cheeks. For her this was all new. She was never nervous around guys. Usually, guys were at her feet, begging to take her out for the night in their in their cars as a way to impress her, but that's not what she cared about. She didn't care about what car a guy had or if he smoked cigarettes. It just didn't matter, she cared about personality. How smart he was, how funny he was, how kind he was.
Cody was none of those things.
“I'll, uh, I'll see you around.” She said softly. The guys behind the gorgeous stranger walked ahead of him to find a seat. Y/N walked around him, going to order the milkshakes. The stranger followed behind his friends, but his eyes stayed on the girl he'd just caught in his arms as she walked over to the counter.
A voice called from up ahead. “Hey, Dyl.” His attention went back to his friend, Tyler, to see him sitting in a booth, his arm resting on the table. Dylan adjusted the leather jacket he was wearing and took one last look at the girl before waking to the table and sitting next to Tyler and across from Daniel and Sprayberry. While the other three guys got into a conversation about this party they decided to crash and where the girls in their gang were at, Dylan kept his eyes on Y/N. He watched her walk back to her table with two milkshakes in hand, sitting next to her friend. He recognized her friend, but couldn't place where he'd seen her before.
Suddenly his eyes landed on one of the people he hated most in this world. Cody Christian, the primary leader of the Omegas. Dylan being the leader of the Alphas automatically made Cody Dylan’s number one enemy. He had heard there was a secondary leader of their rival gang, a girl, Cody’s girlfriend, but he'd only ever heard of her. His eyes followed Cody and saw him walking over to the girl he’d saved from falling angrily. He grabbed her wrist, yanking her up from her seat and began to say something but he couldn't make out what was being said.
Dylan sat forward, ready to beat him up if he so much as hurt her. He clenched his jaw, waiting for his queue to walk over there. The second he saw Cody pull his hand from her wrist and spotted a bruise, he stood up and stormed over to the girl’s table. He put his hand on the small of her back and stepped in front of her, face to face with Cody.
“What are you doing here, you rat?” Cody seethed.
“I was just about to ask you the same thing, but you used better language than I was going to. Leave her alone, Cody.”
“It's none of your business what happens to her, Dylan. What are you doing here anyway? This is my territory.” Cody crossed his arms over his broad chest.
“Maybe this territory shouldn't have such garbage on the premises. I mean, it's a quality establishment. Wouldn't want your presence ruining that, would we?” Dylan smirked. Y/N’s mouth parted in surprise at what the stranger she could now call Dylan had said to her gang’s leader. Someone finally had the courage to say what she'd been wanting to say all this time and it was amazing to hear him get a taste of his own medicine.
Cody scoffed looking behind Dylan and over to Y/N. “This is kind of pathetic. You need someone else to stand up for you. You really are a princess, aren't you?”
Dylan looked at Y/N, seeing her demeanor fall, but she picked herself back up right away. She grabbed a vanilla milkshake off her table and stepped towards Cody, Dylan scooting to the side, his hands in his pockets. At this point, everyone in the restaurant was looking at Dylan, Y/N, and Cody. The only sound was the kitchen workers and the music from the jukebox. “Trust me, I can stand up to you. And if anything. . .” She brought the tall milkshake glass over his head and dumped it upside down, the contents spilling over his hair and onto his body, some dropping onto the floor. “. . .I'm a queen, not a princess.”
She set the glass back down on the table. Dylan put a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing, but that didn't stop everyone in the restaurant from doing so. A chorus of laughs sounded from everyone who saw the scene. Grabbing her jacket, she put it over her shoulders, pulling her curled hair out from underneath the clothing. She smiled at Holland who had a smirk on her plump lips. “Bye, Cody.” She teased and stepped over the puddle of milkshake on the tile ground. Her tone of voice only made Cody angrier and it was quite possible that the ice cream was melting on his head.
Y/N got out of the restaurant as fast as she could, not wanting to deal with Cody while he was angry. Smirking, she realized what had just happened. She just threw a milkshake on to Cody, and it felt amazing. The clicking of her heels against the asphalt drowns out the calls behind her, but a hand placed itself on her shoulder, causing her to turn around. The whiskey eyed boy from earlier was standing in front of her with a smile.
“Hey, you okay?” He asked.
“Okay? I'm great!” She giggled. Dylan chuckled and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he walked alongside the girl of the diner.
“That was amazing! If only I had a camera to capture that moment.”
Y/N smiled at the boy and brought her right hand out of her jacket pocket, offering it for him to shake. “I'm Y/N.” He took her hand and shook it. The moment their hands touched, it was like a spark shocked the both of them. But it wasn't a spark that would cause either of them to pull away, in fact it made them both want to hold on longer. Neither of them knew what it was. Neither of them knew what the shock was or why it happened in the first place. However, they did know one thing. They were going to fall for each other. It seemed to be inevitable. Like the gods had painted their fate in the stars.
When their eyes met in the diner, when he caught her and saved her from falling to the hard floor, it was as if something shook. It felt like the earth beneath their feet shook and things were getting started. Their stars were aligned and their fate was falling into place. Dylan and Y/N didn't know if this was a love that would last, but it can be assured they'd always love each other
Dylan looked to his hand, the foreign shock still pulsing through his body. “Uh, I'm Dylan, but my friends call me Dyl.” He reluctantly pulled his hand away just as Y/N did. Clearing his throat, the two continued walking in the warm summer night.
“Hey, do you want to go somewhere?” He asked out of the blue after a few moments of walking in comfortable silence.
Dylan looked up at her to see her nodding her head in agreement. “Yeah, of course. Where to?”
“It's a surprise! ”
“If this is you asking me on a date, you could've just came right out and said something. I would've let you down easy.” She teased with a smirk.
Dylan laughed. “How do I know that you would say yes if I was being straightforward?” He raised an eyebrow.
Y/N smiled softly, eyes sparkling in the moonlight. “Well, I guess if tonight goes well, you can just ask me out and I'll be straightforward with my answer?”
“Sounds like we have a deal.” He guided her towards his car. It wasn't in the best condition, but she could tell that he was looking to get it fixed. “Sorry, it's not looking its best. I just got her and I'm hoping to spend more time fixin’ her up this summer.” He told her as he patted the hood.
“Don't apologize. If anything that's pretty cool actually. You care enough to want to fix it up by yourself. I like that.” She opened the passenger side door and slid in, sitting next to Dylan in the leather seat. “So, where you taking me?”
“You'll see.” He smirked. “Like I said, it's a surprise!” Y/N crossed her arms and grinned at him.
“Take me away, Romeo.” She laughed as he started the car and drove down the street, taking many turns during their drive. As he drove, Y/N couldn't help but look at the boy sitting in the seat next to her. His face was silhouetted by the bright light of the moon, but she could make out the dark shadow of the beauty marks on his face. His slightly parted pink lips and the corners being tugged up by a natural resting smile. The thought of one person being so perfect was ridiculous. In her mind, there was no such thing as ‘true love’ or ‘love at first sight’ because in all honestly, they just seemed like cover up reasons for being shallow and falling in love with looks.
But here he was. The boy who had the capability of changing that belief in an instant. A total stranger to her, but with him it was different. She just couldn't place what had her thinking this way and it scared her, but thrilled her at the same time. It was a love that could be potentially beautiful, but dangerous in an exciting way.
“It's not nice to stare, you know.” Dylan chuckled looking from the road, his left hand gripping the steering wheel as his fingers gently held onto his chin.
Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, but ignored his comment. “Are you going to tell me where we're going yet?”
Dylan pursed his lips as if he was thinking, but he already had an answer in his head. “Mm, no.”
“What?” She laughed. “For all I know, you could be taking me somewhere to kill me. I mean, pretty boys are usually the serial killers, just saying.” She held up her hands defensively.
“Aw, you think I'm pretty?” He said, faking his bashfulness and putting a hand over his heart affectionately.
“How are you not offended by the serial killer part?” She asked, smile still on her face. Dylan was very good company and in the half hour she's known him, she already preferred her time being spent with him as opposed to Cody.
“Don't get me wrong, that hurt. Deeply wounded in the soul, but you gotta look at the positive instead of the negative.”
“In that case, yes, I do think your pretty.”
Dylan grinned and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, as he did so, she scooted closer his side. Liking their position. “You know, you're growing on me.”
“Because I think you're pretty?”
“No, I was just messing with you. You've got a good sense of humor, you're sassy, and not to mention, show stoppingly beautiful.”
Y/N blushed and kept quiet, looking out the windshield. The rest of the drive was silent, but there was some music playing softly throughout the car. Dylan finally pulled into a parking lot and stopped the car. Looking around, she automatically realized where he had brought her.
O’Brien Family Pool
“The swimming pool?” She asked a little confused as to why they were there of all places. He pulled the keys from the ignition and smiled as he looked at the gated pool.
Dylan nodded and opened the car door, getting out and Y/N followed after him. “Yeah, it'll be fun. Do you trust me?” He asked, offering his hand to her.
She glanced down to his hand and sighed, setting hers in his palm. “Strangely enough, I do.” He pulled her to the gate and used a pin to pick the lock. Once it was finally opened, he stepped aside and let her in first. It was an outdoor pool and every light except for the underwater ones were turned off. The water was completely still because it hadn't been touched in a couple hours.
“We don't have any swimming suits, Dyl.”
All he did was smirk and shrug off his leather jacket and kick off his black converse. “Then we go in our clothes.” Y/N smiled and took off her jacket and black heels. She walked to the edge and bent down, putting her hands in the water but immediately retracting them because of the coldness.
“It's cold.” She told him, chuckling and standing up. The light from underneath the water made her eyes glisten, but her smile seemed to make them brighter.
“Oh, come on. It can't be that bad.” He shrugged.
She crossed her arms over her chest. “Fine, you go in.”
“Not without you, baby.” Dylan said, winking at her. He walked toward her, standing near the edge of the pool.
“Maybe you just need a little push.” Her hand went to his shoulder pushing him into the water, but taking her by surprise, he grabbed her hand as he stumbled back and he pulled her into the water along with him. She let out a startled scream as their bodies hit the water and went under. The two of them sunk to the bottom and she opened her eyes, looking at him and he was looking back at her. There were water bubbles around his nostrils and his slicked back hair was all messed up now.
Y/N’s beautiful eyes were squinted due to the water, a smile gracing her features as she looked at Dylan. Her hair floating around underneath the water and the lights shining through the strands. They swam up to the surface and wiped their eyes of the chlorine water when they broke through.
“What the hell was that?!” She asked, laughing.
Dylan smiled and his eyes gazed at her face. He'd seen her smile so many times in the night they've spent together and he could safely say that it was slowly becoming his favorite thing to see. He swam closer to her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into him. “We’re here to swim and we kind of have to do that in a pool, darling.”
Y/N laced her hands together behind his neck and bit her lip, feet coming off the ground and her legs going around his waist. “It's kind of cold though.” He leaned in, his nose bumping into hers. Their breaths mingling before their lips finally attached. Eyes fluttering closed at the touch. The shocks from earlier were more powerful this time. It felt like there was actual electricity. This only spurred on their actions, they could feel their hearts racing because of the euphoric feeling they were feeling in this moment. His fingers hooked underneath her chin, deepening the kiss. He drew a small line on her lip with his tongue, asking for entrance and she allowed, moaning when his tongue ran over hers.
She pulled away and opened her eyes. Swimming backwards, she decided to tease him and make him follow her. He did as she predicted and swam over to her. He was close enough to kiss her again, but she pulled back just a little bit and he kissed her top lip and then both her lips. She put her hands in his cheeks, smiling as their lips caressed each other repeatedly.
“Your lips still taste like that milkshake from earlier.” Dylan mumbled against her mouth and she chuckled, the vibrations going over his lips. “It's sweet and tastes good.”
Before she could say anything back, they heard footsteps from outside the gate. He pulled away and looked at her, his light brown eyes widened in panic. “Go underwater, I'll stall whoever it is.”
She did as he said and took a deep breath before going under the water. While she was under, she could hear muffled voices. Dylan's and some other person that she didn't recognize. The voices were gone after a few seconds because the conversation was quick and he tapped her shoulder as a signal to come back up.
“Did you get in trouble?” She asked immediately.
He laughed and shook his head, placing his lips back on hers. “No, I just told John I dropped my house key in the pool and I needed to get it back.”
She put her palm on his chest to stop him from kissing her again so she could speak. “You know him?”
“Well, duh. This is my family's pool.” He shrugged.
Y/N gasped as she realized who he was. “Your name is Dylan O’Brien?” She questioned, voice shaking.
His eyebrows furrowed at her tone of voice but he nodded anyway. “Why is that a bad thing?” He cupped her cheek, thumb running over her bottom lip.
She rolled her lips between her teeth and her face fell. Nodding, her eyes began to water. “Yeah, Dyl. That's a bad thing.” She pulled away from him and swam towards the edge of the pool where the steps were. She got out of the pool and squeezed her hair of the water.
“What? Why? Did I do something?” He came out after her. His white t-shirt stuck to his chest and his happy trail was visible through the material. If she wasn't in this situation, she would've said something about it or took her time to admire it.
“No, you're amazing.” She mumbled, eyes falling to her bare feet and staring at her red toenails. He walked over to her and lifted her chin so she was looking him in eyes. “You're perfect.”
“Then what's so bad about who I am?” He asked softly.
“Dylan, do you know who I am?” She looked up at him.
He shook his head. “Am I supposed to?”
“I'm your rival. Your sworn enemy. I'm an Omega gang member.”
He looked taken back and he took his hand away from her as stepped backwards. “Y-you're the girl that's with Cody? You're Cody’s girlfriend?” He said angrily.
“No! No, trust me! I am not Cody's girlfriend and I never will be.” She rushed over to him and cupped his cheek. “But I am on the other side. We can't be together.”
Dylan sighed and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her into a hug. “Let me take you home.” He mumbled into her hair. She nodded and wrapped her arms tighter around his torso.
Later that night, his car was sitting in her driveway. The both of them in complete silence. On the drive to her house, they didn't sit as close as they did earlier. They sat as far away as possible from each other. An uncomfortable, itchy blanket of silence laid over the two of them and they didn't know what to say. He turned off the engine and sat back in his seat, hands on his lap as he played with his fingers. Y/N looked at her house. All the lights were turned off and she assumed her whole family was asleep.
“Dylan?” She mumbled softly, looking over at him. He looked to her, his face dropped in sadness. “I did have a great time tonight. You should know that.”
“Yeah, I did, too. It was a, uh, great start to my summer.” He nodded. “With a great girl.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek softly, silently thanking him for all he'd done for her in the time they spent together. With one last glance at the boy she could feel herself beginning to fall for, she got out of the car and waved goodbye before walking to her front door.
Dylan sat in his seat for a few seconds wondering if he should go after her. He watched her walk away and realized that a stupid rival wasn't what was going to keep him from this wonderful girl. He opened the car door and ran after her. “Y/N?” She turned around and looked at him as she walked up the front steps. He got to her and pulled her in, placing his lips on hers gently, tongue immediately finding its way into her mouth.
“We-we can't.” She whispered breathlessly.
“Yes, we can. We can do this. We shouldn't let who our friends our or what gang we’re apart of keeping us from being together. I like you, Y/N. And I know, I know we just met and it's crazy of me to say this, but I can feel myself falling for you. I don't know what it is, but I want to fall in love with you. I want you.” He said gently.
“I don't believe in ‘love at first sight’ or ‘love at first kiss’ because that's only in fairy tales, but with you, that all seems real. And I don't see myself staying away from you. I like you a lot and I want what you want. I want to fall in love with you, Dylan.” She smiled and he returned it, pulling her into another kiss.
Dylan pulled away and pushed a wet strand of hair behind her ear. “Let's do this. You and I together. But this has to stay a secret. No one can know about us. Not your friends and not mine. Not even our best friends. No one. It will cause unnecessary trouble and I don't want that.”
“Agreed.” She nodded and they sealed the deal with another passionate kiss.
And that moment; that moment of impact was when their stars aligned.
Y/N was fanning herself with her hand, her other hand holding up her long hair as she walked around the garage. “Dyl, it's hot outside. Let's go do something.” She whined. Dylan chuckled from underneath the hood of his car.
“Like what?” His silky smooth voice asked.
“Like the beach?”
His head came up from underneath the hood of his car, unstyled brown hair a mess on top of his head, his white t-shirt stained with black grease, dirt, and car oil. Even the black jeans he was wearing had obvious brown powders on them, the dirt coming from him bending down to grab another tool. “In case you haven't noticed, I'm out of a car at the moment.”
Letting her hair down, she walked over to the car, leaning against the driver’s side. “I have a car, you know? We could get a couple burgers from the diner and maybe some Pepsi’s and then we can go to the beach for the rest of the day.” She smiled softly. Dylan wiped his hand across his forehead, dirt smearing on his skin. He walked over to her and stood in front of the girl.
“That sounds amazing, it really does. But, I'm not done here.” He sighed. Y/N’s small smile fell and she looked down to her feet. Her painted baby blue toenails peeked through the tops of her open toes heels. She crossed her arms over her chest disappointedly.
Dylan felt bad putting a damper on her mood, he lifted her chin with his slender fingers. “Tell you what, give me about half hour,” he said looking at the engine and giving a guesstimate while Y/N made eye contact with him; “and then I'm all yours. We can go to the beach and afterwards we can come back here and lay in the grass, looking up at the stars, spend the whole night with each other.” He smiled.
“Are you sure? I don't want to bore you or anything.” She told, truly meaning her words. Her hand moving to cup his, his right hand having moved to hold her cheek.
He chuckled at her response and rubbed his dirty thumb over her skin, smearing a line of dirt. “You never bore me. I would love to spend the rest of my day with my favorite girl.” For the last couple weeks they'd been spending every waking moment together and he was beginning to think he would love to spend the rest of his life with his favorite girl.
She pulled his body closer into hers and she caught his lips with hers. Smiling into the kiss, she wrapped her arms around his neck, eyes fluttering shut, and her fingers running through his soft hair. The same sparks were still there, even after a few weeks and they showed no sign of ever dying down or fading out. The kiss was short, but sweet. “You make me so happy, do you know that?” She whispered against his lips, forehead resting against his.
Dylan rubbed his nose against hers lovingly causing a giggle to spill from her plump lips. He smiled at the sound and it made his heart flutter in his chest. “You make me just as happy, my love.” He kissed the tip of her nose sweetly. He pulled away and walked over to the soda pop fridge on the other side of the garage. Opening the door, he pulled out two glass bottles of ice cold Pepsi. Dylan popped the lid off both of them and handed her one. She thanked him and took a small drink of it.
As he watched her, he noticed that she still had a smeared line of dirt under her eye. He walked over to her and wiped the smudge away. She looked up at him, a smile on her face as she swallowed the soda in her mouth. “Did I have something on my face?” She asked.
Dylan nodded. “Yeah, there was smeared dirt, but it's gone now.” He leaned in and kissed the spot where the dirt was, Y/N’s face beating up with a blush. He got back to working on his car and like he said, within thirty minutes he was done for the day and they were getting ready to leave.
“You go shower and I'll meet you back here.” She told him as she grabbed her small purse.
“I think I'm fine just like this.” He joked. “Let's go.”
He started walking towards her, but she placed her hand on his strong chest halting his movements. “Not in my car and you need a swimming suit, babe.”
Rolling his eyes playfully, he let out a sigh. “Fine. I'll be ready in ten minutes, see you soon, doll.” He kissed her goodbye and she walked to her car which was down the street. Whenever they were together, they made sure to keep their cars as far away from each other's destination in fear of being caught. The sneaking around was thrilling but difficult at the same time. She didn't like hiding their relationship. She wanted every girl to know that he was hers. Dylan was insanely attractive and that's quite the understatement, she saw how girls looked at him and it made her jealous. She wanted to be able to tell her best friend that she was with this amazing guy who treated her right and made her feel important. He was a gentlemen and never gave her the same kind of treatment that Cody did. Dylan was everything Cody would never be and she loved that about him.
He cared about school, his family and friends, and other important things. Whereas Cody only cared about popularity, his car, and girls. There was no denying that she was falling hard, but she knew that Dylan would be there to catch her before she hit the ground just like he did the night they met.
The drive back to her house was full of thoughts of nothing but Dylan. He makes her happy and every time she thought of him, she couldn't help but think of his smile or his adorable laughter. The way his eyes sparkled in the sunlight when they were driving in the car with the music blasted. How he'd start belting out lyrics off key and he'd do a little dance in his seat with his fingers drumming against the steering wheel.
With love still on the brain, she got home and walked into her house, up to her room, and grabbed her two piece swimming suit. She stripped of her high waisted white shorts and navy blue shirt. The swimming suit bottoms she would wear were black with white polka dots, they came up a couple inches above her belly button, her top was the same color and it had two thick straps that tied around her neck, the top gave her breasts a push up and she smirked in the mirror because she knew that Dylan would love it.
Before leaving once again, she grabbed a towel, white rimmed sunglasses, and a picnic basket they could put their lunch in. She also made sure to grab her polaroid camera and a few rolls of film for just in case. She met back at Dylan's house and knocked on the door because he wasn't outside when she got there. Y/N expected him to greet her at the door, but instead his mom opened the door revealing a beautiful, teenage girl she'd never seen before. “Hi, can I help you, hon?”
Y/N got nervous because this was the first time she'd met either of his parents and this wasn't exactly the way she wanted to do so. She smiled nervously and waved shyly. “Uh, yes. I'm Y/N, I'm a… friend of Dylan's.” She stuck out her hand and Dylan’s mother took it, shaking it.
“How come I've never met you before?” She asked and stepped aside, letting the girl inside the air conditioned house.
“Dylan and I met not too long ago.”
“You seem like a lovely girl and you're very beautiful. Everything my baby deserves.” His mother smiled.
Y/N blushed and Dylan walked down the stairs to see his girlfriend speaking to his mother. “Hey, you're early.” He interrupted their conversation.
“Actually, you're late.” Y/N laughed.
Dylan's mother crossed her arms over her chest and turned to her son. “Aren't you going to introduce me to your lovely girlfriend?”
“Oh, I'm not his-” Y/N went to speak, but Dylan cut her off. He stood next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder pulling her into his side.
“Mom, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.” He smiled down at her. Although she was surprised that he'd told someone their secret, she grinned at his words. “Y/N, this is my mom.”
“Aw, you guys are adorable. Let me grab my camera!” His mom lightly squealed and rushed to grab the family camera. She came back and the two were still smiling at each other with nothing but affection. The flash was what pulled them out of their trance and they laughed. After a few minutes, the couple left hand in hand with smiles on their face. Dylan held his towel and his sunglasses were on his face.
“Why did you tell her?” Y/N asked as they walked down the street.
Dylan shrugged and looked at their laced fingers. “Because you're the girl for me. The one I want to take home to meet my family and the opportunity came so I took it. I don't like keeping us a secret either. You're all that matters to me.”
“You really like me, don't you?” She smiled bashfully.
“More than you know, Y/N.” He kissed her cheek just as they got to the car. He threw his stuff in the back seat along with hers and he went to sit in the passenger's seat, but was stopped by Y/N.
She held up her keys in front of his face. “You drive.”
Dylan's eyes widened. “You've never let me drive your car.” It was true, she loved her car more than Dylan loved his and she's never let anyone drive it. Not even Holland. “You really like me, don't you?” He repeated her words from earlier.
Y/N’s grin grew bigger at his response. “More than you know, Dyl.” She put them in his hand and rounded to the passenger's side and buckled in after reaching behind her to grab the camera from the backseat. Dylan got in her usual spot and started the car, the engine roaring to life. They started driving to the diner and they both sung along to the lyrics from the radio.
Y/N’s front seats were just a straight across two seats in one. She put her feet up and Dylan's lap, her back against the door as he ran his fingers over her legs while he sang. The sun was illuminating his face, a genuine smile at the corners of his lips and it was a perfect photo opportunity. Y/N lifted the camera up to her eye and pressed the button, the sound of the shutter clicking grabbing his attention.
“What're you doin’ over there?” He chuckled.
“Just taking picture of my boyfriend. You?”
“Singing to my favorite girl.” He blew a kiss at her. Y/N scooted closer to Dylan, her legs still in his lap. She brought her hand to his face and pushed it closer to her lips gently, her soft lips pressing against his skin. She trailed kisses across his cheek and down his jaw. They weren't lustful kisses, but sweet.
They arrived at the diner and Dylan went inside to grab their food and drinks before the headed to the beach. The rest of the day was them playing in the sun and splashing each other in the water. Luckily, no one from either of their opposing gangs were there and they weren't seen together by any of their friends. It was just them, but they didn't care if they got caught. They were together and that's all that mattered to them. As long as he had her and she had him, it was perfect.
Y/N and Dylan got back to his house around ten thirty and they showered before going outside and laying on a blanket in the grass together to look at the stars. Y/N rested her head on Dylan's chest, his fingers rubbing the skin on her neck. “I wish we could buy people stars.” She said suddenly, breaking their comfortable silence.
“Why?”
“Because then I would buy one.”
“For who?” He whispered as the sound of crickets came from the background.
“You, of course.”
Dylan smiled tiredly. “Would you name it after me?”
Y/N shook her head against his chest. “I would name it after me, so that whenever I'm not around, you can look up at the sky and know that a piece of me is with you. You might not be able to see it all the time. but you know it's always there for you. Just like I am.”
“Well in that case, I’d buy you one, too.” He mumbled, blessed to be here in this moment with this wonderful girl.
Holland had been rambling on for what felt like forever about this guy she'd met at a party the other night. His name was Max, but that was about all Y/N got out of Holland’s talking. Usually, she would listen to anything her strawberry blonde friend had to say, but with the boy she'd secretly been dating for almost a whole month across the diner, it was a little hard to pay attention.
She’d walked into the diner with the rest of the Omega gang twenty minutes ago and saw that Dylan and the Alphas were sitting in their usual corner. Cody was still giving her the cold shoulder from the milkshake thing. If he did talk to her, it would be about how she looked like she rolled in a pile of dirt today. Even with his nasty insults, she thanked him for wasting his breath and ignored them because she knew they weren't true. Not with the way Dylan was looking at her from his booth with Tyler, Daniel, Sprayberry, Shelley and Crystal.
His table was in their own conversation, but just like Y/N, Dylan was checked out of whatever his friends were talking about. The secret lovers just looked at each other, almost having a silent conversation. Their eyes were filled with love and they could both see it. Just pure love. Dylan smiled at her and winked, Y/N blowing him a kiss after tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. All she wanted was to grab his face and kiss him with everything she had, but she couldn't. Not here anyways.
With their eyes still holding contact, Y/N nodded her head towards the door as she silently asked him if they wanted to leave. Dylan looked at the door and nodded. He turned to his friends, excusing himself.
“Five minutes.” He whispered so only she could hear when he walked by. His hands were in the pockets of his blue jeans and he just wore a white t-shirt instead of his leather jacket. His feet in black converse, his hair slicked back as it usually was when he went out.
Y/N turned to Holland who was still talking as she swirled her straw around in her milkshake. She was finally listening to her best friend, but she was just hoping to pass time so she could go and see Dylan and be in his arms again.
“Hey, are you okay?” Holland stopped her sentence to ask her fidgety friend a question.
“I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?”
The strawberry blonde sighed. “You seem really antsy. Is there something up? You've been like this for the past few weeks.”
Y/N relaxed in her seat and crossed her arms, popping her bubblegum. “I'm fine, Holl. I promise. It's just, Cody is getting under my skin.”
Holland understood Y/N’s hatred for their leader, but it didn't explain why she had been so secretive. Holland knew Y/N like the back of her hand, she knew when Y/N was lying, when she was angry, or when she was hiding something. Deciding not to press the issue because Holland knew that her best friend would tell her whatever she was hiding when she was ready.
“I know that's true, but there's something else, isn't there? I'm not going to pressure you into saying anything because I know you'll tell me when you're ready.” Y/N’s hand was covered by her friend’s reassuringly and was offered a small smile.
“Thank you, Holl. I have to go to the ladies’ room, but when I come back, I'm all yours.” Y/N smiled and stood up from her seat walked away, walking past Cody on her way to the back. Cody turned and watched her walk off, noticing how she looked back to make sure she wasn't being watched. His eyebrows furrowed, what was she hiding from him? He made a mental note to confront her about it later.
Y/N walked towards the bathrooms in the back, but thankfully there was an exit out of the diner. She pushed opened the door which led her to an alley behind the hangout. Dylan was leaning against the wall with a cigarette in between his lips. He took a drag and blew out when he saw his girlfriend approaching him. “That's going to kill you, you know.” She reminded him as she did many times before.
Dylan smiled and threw the cigarette butt on the ground, rubbing it into the asphalt with his shoe. He grabbed her hand, pulling her closer. “You're going to kill me, especially when you look like this, so I'd say you're the worst drug, baby.” He kissed the corner of her lips, his prickly stubble tickling her as he did so. She giggled and squirmed in his arms, placing her hands on his chest.
“You're such a noodle, Dyl.” She laughed happily. Her laughs had officially became Dylan's favorite sound in the world. The more he made her do it, the better it sounded. He pulled away and looked at her, his eyes loving every single thing about how she looked. A smile ghosting at her lips, her little freckles on the bridge of her nose. Everything about her was perfect to him.
“I'm your noodle.” He whispered, the three words being dorky, but meaning the world to Y/N. She leaned in and brushed her lips over his, electrifying goosebumps rising on both of their skin. Dylan caught her lips with his, he hummed in happiness when they were finally connected. He could feel her smiling as he kissed her. Her hand moved up to the side of his neck, her thumb rubbing over his jawline. Dylan walked her back towards the wall where she softly leaned against the brick. His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her body closer into his.
She took her lips away from his and looked at his face, red lipstick marks on the skin around his lips. Smiling at her markings, she kissed his cheek and trailed her lips down his neck. He sighed in content, loving this situation. Loving her. She brought her hand to the collar of his shirt and gripped them when she placed her mouth back on his. Her eyes closed at the sweet touch.
“Why do your lips always taste like milkshakes?” He laughed breathlessly.
Y/N shrugged. “Because whenever we kiss, I've had a milkshake. Do you not like it?” She asked worriedly.
“No, no. I love it.” He smiled and pecked her lips repeatedly. “I love you.” He whispered with his forehead against hers.
She pulled back and looked at him, her hands on his face, fingers in his hair. “You love me?”
Dylan nodded happily and pushed a piece of hair behind her ear, smiling at her as he did so. “I do. I love you so much. Whenever you're around with me, I can't help but feel the happiest I've ever felt. My heart races every time you touch me or when you kiss me. Even when I see you, I feel like my heart is pounding an imprint into my ribcage. I don't care about who you are or what gang you're apart of. That doesn't matter to me. Like I said when you met my mom, Y/N Y/L/N, you are the girl for me. I love you and I just want to be with you now and forever.”
“I didn't believe in love before I met you. I didn't believe in ‘love at first sight’ or ‘soulmates’. Then I fell for you, literally.” She giggled at her joke and Dylan laughed as well. “I saw you that night and I knew that you were meant to be mine. That I was meant to fall in love with you. I've never been allowed to be myself, but when I'm with you, I feel like I can always be myself. I can say what I want to say, do what I want to do. Our love is written in the stars, Dyl. The gods couldn't have made anyone more perfect for me. They couldn't have made a love more perfect for me. They couldn't have made you any more perfect for me than you already are. I'm falling in love with you and I don't want to stop. I-I love you.” Her voice broke at her confession, but thankfully, no tears spilled from her glossy eyes.
Dylan kissed with her every nerve, every fiber, and every molecule in his body. He kissed her with all the love he had to offer. And that was another moment of impact. Their first confession of love for each other. She kissed back with just as much love. Y/N kissed her boyfriend back with just as much force and power. Her kisses made it seem like it was just them in the world. Everyone in the world was just white noise and them being together in that moment was the only thing that mattered. Her kiss dissolves the universe.
“Y/N?” A feminine voice interrupted their moment. The couple pulled away and looked to where the voice came from. The redhead companion of Y/N’s was standing by the door wearing a shocked expression. Her mouth was parted in surprise and she looked as if she stopped breathing.
“Holland, let me explain.” Y/N begged. Holland crossed her arms, pursing her lips, and nodded. Dylan pulled away from Y/N hesitantly, not knowing what the future would hold for them after this conversation. He grabbed her hands and kissed her knuckles softly.
“I love you.” He whispered against her skin and walked away, her fingers slipping through his touch. He walked past Holland and gave her a tight lipped smile and back into the diner.
“This is what you've been hiding from me?” Holland walked over to her friend. Y/N nodded slowly as Holland crossed her arms over her chest. “How long?”
“A month. Since the night I met him.” She sighed.
Holland put her face in her hands as she stood in front of her best friend. “Why didn't you just tell me? I thought we were best friends.”
“We are! Holl, you're one of the only people who knows. No one was supposed to know about us.”
“Someone more important knew before I did?” Holland asked, raising an eyebrow.
“It's his mom. He introduced me to his mother.” Y/N laughed slightly. “I didn't tell you because if anyone knew about me and him, who knows what would happen.”
“Y/N, you can't be with him. We're rival gangs, a full on war would break out if anyone were to find out about you two.”
Shaking her head, Y/N refused. “No! You can't say that to me.”
“Think of our gang. Think about Cody. You know what would happen to O’Brien if Cody were to find out about this relationship? He would kill him. He hates the Alphas, Y/N. He wouldn't hesitate for a second.”
Y/N’s heart began to sting as she thought about what would happen if Cody were to hurt Dylan. If she were to ever lose him. “Please, Holland. I'm leaving this. I'm leaving the gang. I don't want to be forced away from Dylan.”
“Leaving? Y/N, you can't do this. You can't just leave us. Me. We're your friends. It'll ruin everything.” Holland continued going on about the whole situation. Y/N tried to say something that would change her mind, but Holland wasn't listening.
“I love him!” Y/N yelled, trying to catch Holland’s attention. Holland’s hazel eyes widened in disbelief. Y/N spoke softly. “I love him. And he loves me. I've fallen in love with my rival and I never would've thought that this would happen, but it did. I'm not ready to say goodbye to what he and I have.”
Holland pulled Y/N into a hug. “I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm the worst friend ever.”
“No, you're not. You're just looking out for me.” Y/N smiled.
“If you love him, then be with him.” Holland said, pulling away. “Don't let anyone take away that love you have for each other. I'll keep your secret. I'm sad to see you leave, but if it makes you happy, then go for it.”
“Thank you, Holl. This means a lot.” Y/N smiled, teary eyed.
Someone knew of their relationship and that was a relief. Y/N didn't have to lie to the one other person she trusted most anymore. But Cody couldn't know. It would mean the end if he did. What a shame that he'd heard Y/N’s entire confession.
The week following was pretty uneventful. Holland had kept Y/N and Dylan’s relationship a secret just like she said she would and they were both incredibly thankful for that. Dylan had told Tyler, his best friend, about his relationship and he was surprised to hear how supportive he was. Tyler told Dylan that he deserved a girl that made him happy, that he deserved to be happy.
“Dylan, I've been thinking about something.” She told him, their laced fingers swinging as they walked in the park.
Dylan looked to Y/N. “What about, my love?”
“I want to tell more people about us.” At her words, Dylan stopped in his tracks. Y/N worried as she saw her boyfriend’s reaction. “Is that a bad thing? You know what, forget I mentioned it.” She muttered, pulling her hand from his, beginning to walk away.
Dylan shook his head and grabbed her hand, pulling her back over to him. “That's a great idea. Trust me, I want to tell everyone you're mine, but what about Cody and the rest of our gangs?” He panicked.
“I thought about that, too.” She smiled. “I'm going to leave the Omegas. I'm not going to be a part of the gang anymore.”
“A-are you sure? This is what you want?” He asked. He was totally for the idea, but she was leaving her friends. She was leaving Holland and he didn't want to be the cause of that.
Y/N nodded. “I'm sure. I've had my foot out the door for a while, it just took you to pull me out. I don't care about what anyone thinks. I just want to be with you.”
Dylan grinned and kissed her cheek. “Then I'll leave the Alphas.”
“But you're their leader.”
Shrugging, he smiled down at the girl in front of him. “I don't care. If you leave your gang than I leave mine. All I need is your love. Now and forever. Speaking of which,” He dug around in his pocket, feeling around for the item he's had since he told Y/N he loved her for the first time. He pulled out a small, silver ring. There was no diamond, it was just a plain silver band. “I want to give you this.”
“Is this about you courting me, cause we're kind of already together?” She giggled, looking at the ring.
“Originally it was supposed to just be a promise ring, I was going to give it to you last week, but I've been thinking. I'm in love with you, Y/N. I'm hopelessly devoted to you. I tell you all the time that you're the only girl for me. You're my girl.” He held the ring between thumb and index fingers. “Why have a promise ring when it can just be an engagement ring?”
“Dylan, what are you doing?” She asked, his words taking her breath away.
“I know it's a little soon and we're only eighteen, but I don't care. I love you more than I can even fathom. We don't have to get married right away, but I want to marry you someday. This is me asking you to marry me one day. Let me give you the rest my heart. Let me spend the rest of my life with you.” Dylan got down on his knee, looking up at the love of his life. She had happy tears in her bright eyes. “Will you marry me?” He whispered, his smile contagious.
Another moment of impact.
Y/N nodded quickly. Smiling as he stood up and slipped the ring on her finger. He held his hand in hers, kissing her knuckles. She grabbed his face and kissed him. “Dylan, I love you and I want to marry you now. Let's do it.” She held his face in her hands, her breath hitting his face after speaking so fast. She was high on her love for him.
“Can I ask you something crazy?” He asked.
“Well, you already asked me to marry you and I think that's as crazy as it can get.” She chuckled.
“Then I guess it's not crazy if I ask you to run away with me?” He smiled.
Y/N’s eyes widened. “Run away with you?”
“Yeah. What do you say?” He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles, her hands still in his.
“I say… when do we leave?” She grinned.
“Tonight. I'll get some money I have saved and we can go wherever you want.”
“Are we really doing this?” Y/N asked excitedly.
Dylan nodded. “Only if it's what you want.”
“I want this. I want us. I want you.” She whispered. “Let's do it. Let's run away from all of this. Just you and me for the rest of our lives.”
“You and me for the rest of our lives?” Dylan hummed. “I like the sound of that.”
Y/N stood on her tippy toes, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “I'll meet you back here in two hours.”
“I love you so much.”
“And I love you.”
The two got in their own cars, driving to their homes. They packed clothes, things they held dear to their heart, and both grabbed some money. In total they would have four thousand dollars. The money would come from birthdays, Christmas, and spare money from past jobs. It wouldn't last the rest of their lives, but it was enough for the time being. Y/N had left a letter with Holland that would go to her parents and Dylan left his on the counter of the kitchen in his home. Taking one last look at his empty bedroom, he smiled. He knew that this was the right thing.
“Y/N, are you really leaving?” Holland asked as she held the envelope in her hands. They were at the diner and Y/N decided to grab her and Dylan dinner before they hit the road.
“I am, Holl.” She told her, a sad smile on her face. Holland and Y/N held each other in a hug.
“I'm going to miss you so much.” Holland sniffled.
“I'll miss you, too.” Y/N cried. “But this isn't goodbye. It's a ‘see you soon’. When Dyl and I have settled down, you can come see us and I'll make sure to see you.”
Holland nodded and pulled away from the hug, holding her best friend’s hands. “I better be the maid of honor at this wedding.”
“Well, duh. Who's going to do my hair and makeup?” Y/N rolled her eyes playfully.
Holland giggled as Y/N smiled at her. “I'll see you soon, okay?”
“See ya later, Holl.” Y/N grabbed the bag of food off the counter and walked out of the diner and to her car. She sat in her seat, starting the car with a smile. She drove out of the parking lot and to the park to wait for Dylan, completely oblivious to Cody in the car behind her.
Dylan was at the park, Tyler having drove him. He was going to leave his car with Tyler to fix and then him and Daniel would drive it out to wherever Dylan and Y/N would be. “You know I'm going to miss ya, Posey.” Dylan said as Tyler parked the car by the curb.
“I'm going to miss ya, too.” Tyler clapped his hand on his best friend’s shoulder. “I'll see you soon. Now go get your girl. You have your whole life ahead of ya.” Posey told him with a genuine smile.
“See ya, Ty.” Dylan got out of the car, patted the hood, and waved goodbye. Tyler waved and drove off. Dylan looked at his watch seeing that she should be here in five minutes. He had his bags on his shoulder as he walked over to the tree in the middle of the park.
It didn't take long to see Y/N’s car come into view. Smiling he walked over to her and set his bags on the ground. He pulled her into his arms, kissing her sweetly on the lips. His fingers tangled in her hair, his other hand lifting her chin. She smiled as he groaned when her fingernails scratched at his scalp. She pulled her lips off of his and kissed down his neck.
“As much as I'd love to do this, we can't do it here.” He sighed and pushed her off of him slightly. “I promise we can definitely do some more of that later, but let's get on the road first.”
Y/N pouted. “You're no fun.” Dylan shook his head with a smile on his face and picked up his bags, putting them in the trunk of the car. “Come on, fiancé, let's run away!” She grinned.
Dylan pulled her into his side as they looked around. The park as pretty empty for the most part. No one in sight. It was perfect, but it only took one sound for that to all fade away.
A gunshot rang out causing the lovers to flinch. They turned around, scared of what they'd see. Cody was standing twenty feet away from them, a gun in his hand, the tip pointed at the sky as smoke came from the hole.
“Cody, what are you doing?” Dylan asked, stepping in front of Y/N.
Cody shrugged, an evil smirk on his face. “Well, I heard of the engagement and figured I should give you a surprise.”
“We don't want anything from you.” Y/N told him, scared of what he could do. Especially holding a loaded weapon.
“Listen here, you bitch. You were supposed to be mine. You were supposed to be with me. Not this scumbag from the other side of the tracks. Me.” Cody snarled.
Dylan felt his pulse raise as he spoke to Y/N, his protective side coming out. “Don't talk to her like that, you dick!”
“Why? What are you going to do?”
Before he knew it, Dylan’s fist collided with Cody's jaw. He stumbled back, dropping the gun. Cody pushed back, Dylan falling into Y/N. He panicked when he heard her wince at the impact. “Are you okay, baby?” Y/N nodded.
“I'm fine, love. Are you?” She looked over him, making sure there were no marks. Dylan looked back at Cody to see him fuming. Cody grabbed the gun off the ground, walking towards the two.
“Cody, please. Don't do this.” Y/N begged. Tears in her eyes as she stepped in front of Dylan. “You can't do this. I'll leave him. Just don't hurt him.”
Dylan’s whiskey eyes filled with tears. “Y/N, no.”
She turned to look at him, the tears that were once in her eyes falling down her cheeks. Her eyes were swollen and she sniffles, the tip of her nose red. “I have to, Dyl. We were stupid to think we could get away from this.”
“Don't you love me?” He cried.
“Of course I do, you know that, but this is the only way I can keep you safe. If something were to happen to you because I'm selfish, I wouldn't forgive myself. I love you.” She placed a teary kiss on his cheek and took her hand out of his. She walked over to Cody, not having the heart to look back at the broken man behind her.
“I'm all yours.” She muttered. Her heart broke at her words.
“No, you're not.” He shook his head. “You'll never be mine. Not entirely.” Cody raised the gun in Dylan's direction, finger on the trigger, ready to pull. Y/N watched with wide eyes as he was about shoot the gun. Dylan closed his eyes, ready for what was coming at him. The gun went off, the shot ringing through their ears. Dylan’s eyes fluttered open, but he was uninjured. His gaze landed on Y/N, just in time to see the blood seep through her shirt and Cody's eyes widened.
Everything seemed to be in slow motion. Cody dropping the gun and taking off without a word, his car speeding down the street. Y/N’s body dropped to the concrete, but Dylan caught her as she stumbled into his arms. Dylan sat on the ground, her body shaking. The warm, red liquid was soaking the cloth on her shirt. With fidgety hands, he put his hands over the wound on her stomach.
“No, no, no. Hey, hey you're going to be okay.” Dylan tried to distract her from the pain that was spreading through her body. Y/N’s chest was rising and falling as she tried to keep air in her lungs. Her hand set over his, their fingers lacing.
“Dylan, look at me.” She rasped out.
His eyes came from her stomach and up to her eyes. They still had the same brightness they had from when she'd seen him earlier. “You know I love you, right?” She asked.
“I know you do, baby. But don't say goodbye. You're going to be okay.” His voice broke.
“Don't forget how much you mean to me. You are my whole world. My everything. You're my soulmate, Dylan. Remember that.”
“Stop saying goodbye. This can't be it.” He sobbed, his tears running down his face and landing on her cheeks. It was hard to tell whose tears were whose, Y/N was crying and their tears combined.
“Do you remember what I said to you that one time we were laying in your yard after our day at the beach?” She ignored his question. Dylan nodded, a sad smile on his face.
“I told you that I wished we could buy stars and then I'd buy you one and always be with you. Dyl, when I go, I'll be in the stars, watching over you. Watching you live your life.” She smiled up at him, ignoring the throbbing pain in her stomach and in her heart.
Dylan let out a choked sob. “How am I supposed to live my life without you here? I’m not strong enough to live in a world that doesn't have you in it.”
Y/N cried watching his own heart break. She knew that he loved her with everything he had to offer and she knew she was breaking his heart. He couldn't watch her die. She hated herself for doing this to him because she also knew that he would always love her. That kind of love never dies. “I love you so much, Dylan. You turned my world upside down and you made me a better person.” She brought her hand up to his cheek, rubbing her thumb over his high cheekbones. “You made me me. And I'm eternally thankful for that.”
“I love you, Y/N. You are the love of my life. You're not just my girlfriend, as far as I'm concerned…” He grabbed her left hand and rubbed his finger over her ring. “You, Y/N Y/L/N, are my wife.”
“And you're my husband. You'll always be that to me.” She nodded. He adjusted her body so he could kiss her, one last time. His lips caught hers, the movement slow and in sync. The kiss would take the little bit of breath that she had left, but it didn't matter. She had to feel that spark, that electrifying feeling that made her skin tingle and her heart burn with passion. That was her dying wish. Before her eyes stayed shut and she fell into an eternal sleep, a single tear fell from the tear duct in the corner of her eye.
Then it all stopped.
The movement of her lips.
The rising and falling of her chest as she tried to breathe.
Her heart…
It all stopped.
Dylan pulled away and looked at her to see her completely still. “Y/N? Y/N, please? Please don't be gone. Don't go. This can't be it. I'm not ready to say goodbye.” He whispered against her lips. As the realization hit him, he sobbed. He held her to his chest and sobbed. Each sob hurting more than the last. His sobs echoing around him. He would never see her smile again. He would never hear the contagious laugh. He would never hear the camera flutter shut as she took a picture of him without him knowing.
Warnings: Mentions of sexism, masturbation (mutual or solo), unprotected sex (this is a fic, be safe), cum play, breeding kink, filthy tbh, some cliché romance scenes. This is my second time writing ‘smut’. But this is the first time writing something so long and so filthy, bear with me.
A/N: This is an idea that I’ve had in mind for so long. Hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed imagining it. And of course, writing it. If you do, please give it some love and share it. The biggest solo piece I’ve ever written!
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BIG MASTERLIST | KO-FI
Words you must know for the fic:
Onism (n.) the awarness of how little of the world you will experience.
Heriaeth (n.) a homesickness for a home to which you canot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning. the grief of lost places of your past.
Elysian (adj.) beautiful or creative; divinely inspired; peaceful and perfect.
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The droplets of rain fell against the glass, leaving a trail which I followed with my gaze. The glistening tear of water disappeared before I could place my finger against the window and imitate that I could command its movement.
The sky seemed to cry, turning a darker shade. Perhaps the sky had lost a lover or perhaps, the one they loved was far from its reach. I could not tell as I never experienced one of those stories.
The books I had to read as a child were those who would teach me how to act and think. But those I read on the confines of my room when everyone was sleeping were different. Those told the story of a beautiful lady who wished to be rescued by a gentleman. I would try not to squeal under my blanket, as that was something, a lady of a high position should not do.
I glanced at the sky again as it screamed, lightly swaying the trees outside while his droplets of tears wetted everything under itself.
"M'lady," I corrected my form, trying to look as straight as possible. Turning around, I glimpsed directly into a pair of green eyes that seemed to lose their brightness as the seasons passed. Those eyes used to be the brightest ones in this palace, but now they were almost colourless, decorated by a couple of wrinkles. "Your mother is asking for your presence at her table."
That was unusual. My mother was a sophisticated distant woman who liked to spend time on her own. Hence, she tried to escape from her responsibilities as a Queen while having breakfast by herself. She would relax outside in the gardens. A small white table filled with her preferred meals, and even if she sought to convince herself, and lie to me about her drink being just a mere juice, everyone knew it wasn't.
"Tell me, Harold," While walking through the corridors of the palace, I noticed once again the monotony. The clicking of my heels appeared to be the only sound, except the melody of the rain falling against hard surfaces. "Did the Queen seem mad?"
Harold tried not to chuckle, knowing that if my parents or any of my siblings were near, he would end up getting struck by executing such a natural gesture. "I must say that the Queen did not ask for the cello man to accompany her this morning with some music."
I gasped, glancing at him to discern if he was teasing me. Harold had been in our family for so many years. I dare to say that he was in this palace before anyone else.
"She must be quite mad, then." I bit my lower lip, trying to think what of the things I have done could have gotten her mad, and how she had discovered them. "Perhaps she found the romance novels hidden in my room?" I muttered to myself.
"M'lady," Harold opened the door to the great hall. "She preferred to eat her breakfast in here as it is raining cats and dogs outside." He whispered, letting me walk in first. I silently nodded my head, wandering closer to my mother, who was sitting on the farthest place even though she was on her own. "My Queen. The young Lady has arrived. If my services are required, I will be waiting outside to escort the young Lady back to her room."
I shivered as soon as Harold left the room, wishing he could have stayed with me. But of course, he did not deserve the wrath of my mother. While walking closer to her, my clicking heels seemed to resemble the countdown of a bomb that would explode shortly.
"Take a seat, my darling," She demanded as soon as I was close to her. I swallowed, swiftly grabbing the skirts of my dress. I sat down on the white chair in front of her. She coughed. "Someone quite similar to the young Lady of the palace has been seen on the street market." A newspaper was placed on top of the table, facing me.
I swallowed one more time. "Must be someone who resembles me." I attempted to sound confident. "I am afraid that happened on Friday, and I take piano, courtesy and manner classes that day."
"Tell me, darling," She faked a smile. Her dark brown eyes, studying my position and expressions. "May I ask how you knew this happened on Friday as the article does not say something like that?"
"I-." Her stare became even more intimidating. "Guessed?" I squinted my eyes, perceiving that she would raise her voice to inhuman levels.
"Nor did you only skip your classes, you also lied and went outside on your own." Her tone was sharp. "Hideous things could have happened to you. Do you know what this could mean to your brother's throne?" Of course, this was about my dear brother. "The sister of the future King of Onism does not follow the rules of the palace. Then, what should they expect from their new King?"
"I did not do anything inappropriate, mother." I sighed, shifting my gaze to look at her directly. "I did not get in trouble, and as you can perceive, I am all right."
She rolled her eyes, which surprised me as she always claimed for that gesture not being refined. "And books," She pointed to one of the chairs, where I noticed all my favourite romance novels resting upon it. She had found them.
"May at least have some privacy in the confines of my bedroom?" I was mad, but raising my voice to her would get me in even more trouble. "Those," I referred to the pile of books that were my most precious property. "Those are mine."
"Not anymore," She got up, grabbing one of them and examining the title. "Romance novels? When will you understand that nothing like this happens in real life?"
I felt a little strength going through my body. "That book, in particular, describes the love story of the author! It is a romance that happened to her in real life. It is not fiction."
"But that woman was not a princess, was she?" I shook my head as she waited for my answer. "However, you are one. Even if you do not have anything to do with the future throne of Onism, your brother does, and you must behave like a princess." She walked closer to the fireplace. My eyes widened, and I gasped loudly. "You are a woman and a princess. The only thing you must worry about is making your future husband happy while following his rules, even if you do not love him." She opened the book, her skinny finger ripping some of the pages, and in the process, shattering my heart. "You will get married to someone you do not love, just to unite two countries." She let the book slip from her fingers. Falling to the fire, and burning as much as my eyes were burning due to the tears. "Stop filling your head with stories that will never happen to you. You are dismissed."
I got up from the chair, slightly glancing at the pile of books. I knew they would end up in the fireplace, slowly burning. I bowed my head. "I apologize, mother." She made a gesture with her hand, instructing me to leave the great hall.
My head was down as I walked to the door, wishing to exit the room and rant to Harold. "Wait," The voice of my mother interrupted my walk. "Get prepared as in two hours a man will come to paint a portrait of you. We will send the portraits to different future Kings of other countries that have shown interest in courting you."
"Yes, mother." I could not argue.
As I came out of the room, I noticed Harold's gaze fixed on me. I shook my head, letting him accompany me to my chambers. While walking through the long corridors, I glanced outside the windows. I reminded myself that I would never dance under the rain with someone while we laugh and kiss. I will never be caressed with love. I will only be touched with the purpose of bringing an heir to someone. An heir that would have to live the same dull life as me.
Going inside my bedroom, Harold bowed his head while he walked away. However, three ladies that worked in the palace entered my room, ready to assist me. I could not even take a bath on my own, nor could I dress by myself as the three of them did it for me.
"The painter will be here soon, ma'am," Rosetta informed, deciding to stay in the room as a lady should not be alone in a room with a man who is not her beloved husband. "He is a painter from town, said to have a gift."
"Is he quite known?" I asked to continue the conversation as I did not want to be rude. Nonetheless, the image of my books burning was the only thing in my mind.
"He is known in town for doing amazing portraits in exchange for food and a place to live." My curiosity peaked at the comment. "Royals are quite interested in getting their portraits done by him. Though, he had denied their offers." I looked at her with confusion. "He does not want to be related to any royalty member." I nodded my head, understanding why he did not want that.
There were two knocks on the door, indicating that the painter was here. I was quite surprised as my mother wanted the portrait to be painted in my private chambers. "Please, come inside."
When the door opened, a tall man came inside. He was probably around 5' 10". Wide shoulders that were covered by dark brown clothes. It seemed to be his best attire. Even though you could see the cheap fabric, and how he had tried to cover some holes and get rid of some stains. He had tried to gel his hair back. At first, I thought his hair was black until a streak of light fell on him, and I discerned it was a little lighter than that.
His light brown eyes fell on me, and studying them in-depth, I noticed that they resembled to be hazel. He bowed his head. "Uhm, it is a pleasure to meet you, Princess. I am here to-."
I offered him a smile. "Welcome to the palace," I bowed my head a little, which seemed to surprise him. "Please, do not call me Princess. It is fine to call me Lady." I gestured to one of the chairs in my room. "Please take a seat. It must have been a bumpy ride to the palace."
While sitting down, he nodded his head. There was a big black binder between his hands. Noticing my gaze on it, he quickly opened it, showing different canvas. "I can make different types of portraits. I thought I should bring some examples for the Pri-, Lady to choose the one she fancies the most." He stretched his arm, providing his drawings for me to look at them.
"May I ask for your name, sir?" My eyes focused on his drawings, understanding why everyone wanted to get their portrait done by the young man.
"My family name is O'Brien, while my name is Dylan, my Lady."
I nodded my head while still focused on his magnificent paintings. However, one in particular seemed to grab my full attention. It was the portrait of an elder, who appeared to be looking deep into me. He was skinny, and by his clothes, I could tell he was poor. He was sitting on a chair, and I almost gasped when I discerned that he had a missing leg. His expression was warm, a gorgeous smile decorating his face. Though, you could see that he had missing teeth.
"Did you find any equivalent style to what you desire?" His soft voice snapped me from my thoughts.
"May I ask?" I turned the portrait around, giving it back. His eyes examined the elder he had drawn. "Why is he smiling, but there are shadows around him?" I had noticed that the elder was smiling. However, black and grey adumbrations were around his figure. Some resembled horrible monsters. Especially a grey shadow that resembled a demon, resting upon his head.
He chuckled. "Those are the ones people in town ask the most." He glanced at me. "I draw their exterior as they want other people to see them. But then, around them, I draw what I can perceive or what I learnt about them." I furrowed my eyebrows. "Sadly, this man passed away a couple of weeks ago due to a cold." He licked his bottom lip. "He had offered me a home for a couple of days, and of course, he had proposed food in exchange for a portrait. Those days, I learnt many things while listening to his stories. I noticed that the man was attempting to look happy for his sick wife, whom he loved with his entire soul."
I fidgeted on my seat. "What happened, then?" I curiously asked, making him grin.
"He was not happy. He was afraid of losing the love of his life because death had knocked a couple of times on their door." He glanced at the painting. "Their children had married to people in higher positions, ignoring the elderly couple and not helping them with medicines. He was 87 years old, working in the town market. He was selling vegetables that he was cultivating by himself." He decided to continue as he saw that I was expectant of knowing more. "He never lost the smile for anyone, even if people did not treat him right. And of course, when arriving at his house, he would maintain the smile for his wife."
"Then," I tried to hide my teary eyes. "Those dark shadows..."
"Those are the monsters he tried to hide, but that I got to meet. The fear of losing his wife, the frightening feeling of wanting to end his own life, the fear of not having money to pay for his wife medicines, and so much more."
"And what happened to them?" Rosetta coughed, indicating me to fix my posture, and I quickly did, which made him furrow his eyebrows.
"As I said, one of his biggest fears was that they did not have enough money to pay for his wife's medicines." He peeped at the ground for mere seconds. "She died in her sleep. Her body could not hold the pain anymore, and she faded away."
"What about the old man?"
He nodded his head, his gaze shifting to the portrait. "He passed away in his sleep too. There was a smile in his face."
I blinked, affected by the grievous story of those who had to fight to survive. "I want one of those!" Both Rosetta and Dylan looked at me with surprised expressions decorating their faces. "I would like one of those portraits."
"My Lady, I'm sorry to intervene on matters that I should not. But I do not think the Queen will like such a portrait to be sent to those who are interested in courting you." She was right.
"She will not look at the portrait. Harold will be the one sending them." I affirmed, knowing that my mother would not dirty her hands for anything.
"It could get the young man in trouble, my Lady."
I glance at the man, who was looking at Rosetta until his eyes met mine. "Yes," I smiled, even though I was upset. "You are right. Then," I studied a portrait, a simple one. "I would like this one." Dylan nodded his head.
"It would take a couple of days to finish it. But I will be staying in the palace for the time being." He informed. "Is there any time of the day where you prefer to spend your time just standing in front of me?" He blushed a little. "Just for the portrait, of course."
"Tuesdays and Fridays I must spend receiving 'Lady classes'. The rest of the days and hours, I will be in here." I sighed, offering him another smile. "Did they give you directions for the room where you will stay?" Nodding his head, he showed me a piece of paper with some important directions to places of the palace that he could visit. "Your bedroom is at the end of this corridor. You are lucky as it is empty, except for me and Harold's room." Of course, he had met Harold already. "I must warn you not to leave your room after 11 pm as there are guards everywhere." I got up from my chair. "Rosetta," I pointed at her. "She will bring every meal to your room. Do not hesitate if you need to ask them something. There are a bathroom and a study in your chambers."
Before he could answer, the door of my chambers opened. A broad man stumbled in with decisive steps, and fury adorning his face. I gulped, stepping back before I could hold myself.
The man threw a newspaper at me, hitting my chest. Glancing at the floor, I witnessed the same newspaper my mother had been holding a couple of minutes ago. "Again?" His voice was sharp. "Did you escape again to buy those stupid books?" I shook my head. "Oh, yes, you did. Mother told me." His boots sounded like thunders as he walked closer. "I do not desire to hear any rumour of how my sister is not acting like a lady." My brother Evans glared at me. "If my future in the throne is affected by your stupid imagination and ambitions, I swear I will do whatever I must do for you to learn your lesson."
"I am s-."
"Do not you dare speak back to me!" He screamed. His gaze shifted to Dylan, who was standing too, eyes widened and what seemed anger decorating his face. "Are you the painter?" He nodded his head. "Try to make her attractive in the portrait. Hopefully, some rich soon-to-be King from another country will want to marry her." He peered at me. "Luckily, he will know when a woman needs a genuine beating to act like a lady or a wife." Those were his final words as he left the room. I finally could breathe.
"Uhm," My legs shook, and I attempted to hide it. "As I said before if you need anything, do not hesitate to ask."
"Thank you, my Lady." He got up from his chair, clutching his paintings. "Is it all right to start with the portrait tomorrow morning?" I nodded my head, wishing him goodnight as he left my bedroom.
"Rosetta," Her hands were behind her back, respectfully. "Tell Harold that I demanded not to be disturbed tonight. Not even for dinner." She nodded her head, bowing and leaving me on my own.
I sighed, wandering closer to a full-body mirror that decorated one of my walls. The moment I feared the most was getting closer. I would marry someone whom I do not love. I would marry someone whose eyes would not hold back from gawking at other women. And with those thoughts in mind, I went to sleep.
The following day, I decided to have breakfast and lunch in my chambers, not wanting to face my mother or my older brother. I had convinced Harold to stay outside my room, wanting to be on my own with Dylan. I thought that I would feel more comfortable if I didn't have someone constantly checking my posture or warning me of what should not say. Moreover, I also believed that a painter needed his privacy to reflect his art on a canvas.
I was stunned toward the bright day outside. Looking out of the window, I saw my little siblings running around the garden as some servants followed them. They were probably making their job even more complicated. Alexander and Victoria were quite the troublemakers. However, I was thrilled for them as they would not have to follow such strict indications, as to the ones I had to obey.
"Are those your siblings, my Lady?" Scared by the prompt presence, I turned around. Dylan was standing there, holding a big canvas and a briefcase, which I assumed held his painting materials. "I apologize if I alarmed you. Harold permitted me to come inside."
I nodded my head. "Yes, they are twins." I offered him a smile as he grabbed a chair, placing it in front of me. I discerned that my back was resting against the wall, and I quickly moved to stand straight. "Oh, please, no." He extended his arm. "Would it be okay for you to go back to that position? The light was caressing the right side of your face. There was a beautiful contrast." I swallowed, nodding my head while resting my back against the wall. I heard him chuckle. "Please, do not worry. It is okay for you to blink, breathe or swallow. It is also okay for you to do light movements."
"May I talk?"
"I am not great at holding conversations, but I will try my best, my Lady." He placed the blank canvas on the easel. His hands worked fast while taking out his painting material from the briefcase. "If it is not rude," He swallowed, probably questioning himself if it was okay to continue speaking. "I have noticed some books lying under the bed," I glance at my bed. Noticing that some books could be seen, which meant he was good at observing and that I did not hide my books correctly. "What books do you read?"
"Well," I gulped. "I read books about manners a lady should have in front of males and for the table. I study geography too as I must know the rest of countries for future alliances, and-."
"I apologize, my Lady." He wetted his brush. "Perhaps I formed the question wrongly. I wanted to know which books you enjoy."
My mouth opened as no one has ever asked me such a question. "You will think I am a typical young girl."
"Cannot think like that, my Lady." He mixed some colours. His painting brush, caressing the canvas delicately. "You are not a typical young girl. You are the Princess of Onism." Though those words shattered my heart, he was right. I would never be a 'normal' girl as my life was nothing like the one of an ordinary lady. "However," He continued. "When you paint someone, you get to comprehend them deeply. I believe I might discover that you are an ordinary human at heart. Something beautiful that would separate you from cold-hearted royalty." I was surprised by his words as people would not dare to talk of royalty like that.
I offered him a smile. "You might." He got distracted for a couple of seconds. His eyes navigated from the canvas to me, trying to retain my features and the folds of my clothes. "Romance." I was flustered. "I do truly enjoy romance."
"I presume something you will experience as soon as these portraits are sent."
I shook my head. "Something I presume I will never experience." His eyebrows furrowed once again. "Royalty men have the right to choose whom they will marry, even if they do not love them. Women will have to accept whomever their parents choose for her." My gaze shifted to the window for a couple of seconds. "It is my destiny."
He stopped painting for mere seconds, staring at me while slowly blinking. "Destiny can be changed." I shook my head. "It can," He nodded his head. "It might be scary or go against the rules. But destiny can be changed by the decisions you make. Only you are the sailor of the ship." He grinned. "That is something my father used to say."
"Used?"
"He passed away." He gritted his teeth. "He was a great painter too. Better than me." To my curious gaze, he decided to continue. "My mother left when I was a baby. She fell in love with a younger man, leaving my dad and me." He gulped. "Therefore, I would not dare to say that I have seen love as my mother left without looking back."
"H-Have you experience love, sir?"
"Please, call me Dylan, my Lady." There was a comfortable silence between us as he seemed to be concentrating on the portrait. "Not sure I did. Love is not what is shown in books. Nonetheless, I would like it to be like that."
"I cannot agree or disagree." I offered a sad smile, trying to hide my tears. "May we take a rest?"
He glanced at the clock hanging on my wall, nodding his head. "I apologize, time went by so fast." He cleaned and placed his paints inside his briefcase. "Good night, my Lady." I bowed back to him as he closed the door.
I waited for a couple of minutes, opening the door and seeing Rosetta waiting there. "Where is Harold?" I glance around, hoping to see the grey-haired man.
"He had to take care of some issues." She replied, looking nervous. "Do you need anything, my Lady?"
I quickly nodded my head. "I expect no dinner today, and I demand to be left alone." She furrowed her eyebrows, and before she could speak back, I stopped her. "I would like to take my nightly bath on my own, please." She nodded her head, walking away after wishing me a good night.
I closed the door of my chambers, quickly locking it as I rapidly walked into my bathroom, doing the same thing to the door. Walking closer to the bath, I turned on the faucet. I checked the temperature of the water until it was lukewarm.
I sighed as my hands went to my back, untying my dress. As the clothes fell to the ground in a surprisingly elegant manner, I appreciated not being forced to wear a corset. My legs shook as I placed one inside the water until I was sitting down.
I have read in books how a woman and a man would fall in love. A passion that they could not resist. An absolute passion that would make their hands wander through their bodies, wanting to feel each other as close as possible. I have read it so many times that I could lie to my head, making it think that I have experienced something like that.
I have read the way hands seem to burn on the skin, and how breathing becomes more arduous. And how after being pleasured, you need it over, and over again.
I sighed, feeling my nipples hardening, and I learnt they could do so even if the temperature was not cold. My left hand gripped the edge of the bathtub as the right hand rested on my chest. I decided it was time to move it, and closing my eyes, I left it to wander down while grazing my nipples.
When my fingers caressed my tummy, they seemed to become shy. Not used to the places they were descending. I have read books, but I have never experienced the feeling, which made me feel curious.
I tried to remember all the books. My fingers ended up placed on top of my bundle of nerves, and just the mere touch made me shiver from excitement. I slowly moved them in circles, adding more pressure, little by little. The temperature down there seemed to get warmer to the point where it burned. I could not avoid the need to move my fingers faster.
My left hand continued to grip the edge of the bathtub, but this time harder as my mouth opened and my vision became blurry. I felt this strange sensation. I felt like I was going to urinate inside the warm water, and even though I felt quite disgusted by the thought, I could not stop my fingers. They moved in circles, faster and adding much more pressure.
And it came. A rush of pleasure came over my body, and I could not hold back the moans escaping my mouth as I peeped down between my legs. My intimate parts turned red due to temperature and agitation. Then, I regarded the water near it, looking less transparent. So that was it. That is what a woman felt after pleasuring herself.
Curiosity invaded me even more, and I wanted to experience more further.
A couple of days had gone by, and the portrait was already looking amazingly good. I did not have any doubt of Dylan's talent as I have seen some of his works.
"Has anyone shown you around?" We had got a little closer as we spent many hours together for the portrait. He shook his head, taking off his dark green beret, and resting it on a nearer seat as he proceeded to mix some colours. "Would you like to see the gardens and the horses?"
His eyes widened. "Horses, my Lady?" I chuckled at his expression, nodding my head.
"Eight to be exact." His eyes widened even more. I remembered everything he had told me about himself, especially his love for horses. "We could take a rest. I feel dizzy from the smell of paint." He promptly nodded his head, halting and resting his brush on top of an antique plate stuffed with remains of paint.
Strolling through the gardens, I peered at him. He seemed content, having the chance to smell the fresh air mingled with the scent of the white roses that decorated our gardens. "White roses are your favourites." He had surprised me while retrieving such a simple, but a unique fact about me.
I nodded my head. "I prefer them over red roses. Those are overrated." He laughed, making my heart beat loudly. Dylan was an attractive man, and these past days I could not stop my body and my heart from reacting as soon as my gaze met his. "The stables are over there." I pointed to a couple of meters away from us. I extracted my arm as I felt something falling on it. "Oh, it seems like it will start drizzling." We walked faster to the stables, almost running as the rain appeared to fall swiftly upon our clothes. "You will adore Arden. He is my hor-." I was interrupted as I saw two bodies stirring frantically against each other. Their moans, invading the stables. "Wh-." A hand covered my mouth while another dragged me off the stables. Dylan and I ran under the rain, getting as far as possible from the horses' house.
Both of us gawked at each other in astonishment. "Maybe my eyes deceived me. However, I believe that was Harold?" He seemed as shocked as me.
"They did not trick you." I gulped. "May I add that woman was my mother?"
His eyes widened even more. "T-The Queen?" I nodded my head. "I am so sorry, my Lady."
"I am not angered by the fact she was committing adultery! I know my father is no saint." I gritted my teeth. "I am mad by the fact she lives a miserable life. In which she had to marry a man she does not love, and she wants to impose the same duty on me!" My hands reached my hair, fingers clutching it. "It is not fair for her to desire the same dull and cruel life for me!" Dylan kept quiet, allowing me to rant. "Why must not I experience falling in love with someone? I crave to be touched by adoring hands, not dirty ones that will not care about my desires and will expect for an heir to be conceived." I sighed. "I ache to live that romance until the day I die." I let my posture fall, whining. "Why cannot I be kissed by someone truly interested in me? Why cannot I be touched by someone who desi-."
My speech was interrupted as Dylan's hands rested on my cheeks. His lips were tightly pressed against mine. I have read how a kiss was mostly controlled by the fight of tongues, aspiring to be the dominant one. But this was just a simplistic kiss.
"Oh my-." His eyes widened as my mouth fell open. "I apologize for my behaviour. I do not know what came over my mind for me to-." My hands were now covering his cheeks as I bought him closer. My lips were awkwardly pressed against his. He separated from me, blinking dumbfoundedly. "Close your eyes." I did. "Open your mouth a little, my Lady." His thumb drew my lower lip downwards. As he got closer, I felt his tongue stroking my bottom lip.
My hands were pushed against his chest as I gripped his white shirt between my fingers. One of his hands had to wander to my lower back as my legs shook. His tongue was now grinding against mine, and not knowing what to do, I mimicked his actions. My mouth instinctively melted against his.
"You will be the death of me, my Lady." He held me closer. His right hand, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Literally."
The following day, I walked to the great hall, confident enough not to knock on the door before stepping inside. My mother seemed shocked to be interrupted by my presence, as she gripped the teacup tighter.
Harold wandered behind me, fear written all over his features as he had never seen me disrespecting my mother in such a way.
I gestured for the cello man to leave the room, which he quickly did, not even daring to glance at my mother. "How dare you to come inside in such a-."
"I will not get married." I interrupted her, something I have never done before. I had been informed by my brother that there was a powerful candidate for me to marry. A 52-year-old man. "I will not marry someone I do not love, and even less a 52-year-old King just for our countries to be at peace."
"You have no say on it."
"Mother, do you want me to live the same life as you?" I ventured to ask. "Do you want me to marry a man who will sleep with every servant or woman that crosses his way while my future children will have to suffer the consequences too? A boy that ought to follow the rules of a King until he becomes a tyrant. And a girl who ought to have to act as demanded. Merely for the young male of the family to be even more respected?"
"As I sai-."
"Will I be like you then, mother?" My lower lip trembled. "Will I be cold-hearted towards my children, towards my daughter? Will I have to submit her to the same shameful life as me?" I did not let Harold intervene. "Will I have to close my eyes to true love and consume my infatuation with the person I truly love in some dirty stable?" Both of them were shocked by my words. "You are preparing and forcing me to the life you both have. I do not want to hide from the public eye and keep the person I cherish a secret."
"If this is about that paint-."
"He has nothing to do with this." I did not appreciate the way she spoke about Dylan. "I have openly expressed my discomfort about marrying someone I do not love since I recollect. I understand romance books do not happen in real life. But love does, and marrying someone for my brother's throne is not love." I sighed. "It is not fair for us, women, to be treated like this while men are approached like that!"
She surprisingly glanced at me for a couple of seconds before her sober expression appeared once again. "Every King marries the women they choose. We cannot decide. Every King has bastard children." I had to remind myself that Alexander and Victoria were the children of one of our servants. "Even your brother is going to have a bastard child." I furrowed my eyebrows as it was the first time hearing that news. "Rosetta." A disgusted expression decorated my face.
"Well," I breathed deeply. "Destiny can be changed." I recited the same words Dylan had told me once. "It might be scary or go against the rules. But destiny can be changed by the decisions you make. Only you are the sailor of the ship." I glimpse at Harold. "I am tired of not being the sailor of my ship." I softened my voice. "Think about it, mother. I will do everything in my power to get out of here, even if it means dying in the process." For the first time in my life, my teary eyes were met with the glistening tears that invaded my mother's eyes. "I will be in my chambers. Please do not bother me at all."
When arriving to my bedroom, I did not expect to see Dylan waiting inside. I locked the door behind me as my eyes examined his entire body.
"Are you all right, my Lady?" He showed the briefcase he was squeezing between his fingers. "Rosetta told me to wait here for you. Since we could not continue with the portrait this morning, I assumed that perhaps, we could tonight."
"Let's escape together." My mouth seemed to move on its own. However, Dylan stared at me with complete confusion decorating his features.
"My Lady, I do not think I understand what you are trying to imply." He knew.
"I have told you before I do not plan on marrying someone whom I do not love." I walked to my bed, sitting down on the mattress. "It has been decided without letting me know that I will get married to the King of Hiraeth."
He glanced down at the floor for a couple of seconds to later shift his gaze on my direction. "Perhaps he is not only a noble because of his blood. Perhaps he is also noble at heart."
"It does not matter if he is noble at heart or not," I answered decisively. "He is a 52 year-old-man! And as I said before, someone I do not love!"
He sighed. "My Lady," Resting his briefcase on the floor, he pulled a chair to sit in front of me. Though, he maintained the distance. "If I am not wrong, you have never met this man before. You might end up fallin-."
"Do not dare to say that!" I got up from the bed, eyes flickering. "Please, do not be like the rest of those who live in this palace! The first time you came here, you told me I could change my fate." He swallowed, nodding his head. "That is what I am trying to do." My hands were squeezing the skirts of my dress. "Please."
"I cannot take you anywhere, my Lady. You are the Princess of Onism. Everyone in town knows the beauty you behold." He coughed while deeply looking into my eyes. "I do not know anyone that will keep the secret of you being in to-."
"You are not understanding me, Dylan." I tried to ignore the way his body shivered every time my tongue and lips worked together to create his name. "I know I told you that I have never experienced love." I bit my lower lip, taking a breath. "I only know what I have read in books." He nodded his head, waiting for me to continue. "But I understand my feelings. Even before the day we kissed under the rain, I was already attracted to you."
"Attraction is something that can be felt many-."
I stepped closer, making him glance up. "It was attraction, I admit." Both of my hands navigated towards my back. "But my heart beats madly, whenever you are near me, whenever I glance at you or when I think about you." He got up from his chair, slightly stepping back. "I am utterly sure that I am in love with a man who worries about me and my feelings. Someone who has been encouraging me and that has seen my fears."
"My Lady," He gulped. "I truly feel honoured to be inside your mind and heart. I will not lie as I do also feel the same towards you." When I moved closer, he prevented me. "But you are a Princess, and I am just a simple man who paints in exchange for food and a roof." He blinked fastly. "I cannot give you the life you might expect." He offered me a side-smile. "And of course, our relationship would not be approved by the King and Queen." His voice turned softer. "Neither by the soon-to-be King of Onism."
"I do not care!"
"But I do, my Lady." He breathed deeply. "I do not want you to live a life where people will insult and degrade you plainly because you married a penniless man, or because you did not obey the established rules of the members of the royalty."
"I already have that life, where I am discredited just because I am a woman." This time when I stepped closer, he did not back away. "I already have to follow settled rules for the sake of my brother." My hands were still behind my back, and I finally decided to let them untie. He did not notice yet. "But now I have found someone who makes me feel something I have never experienced before." I sighed. "What did you do to me, Dylan?" He opened his mouth. "My mind and heart are full of you, and they constantly demand my body to be filled by you too."
His neck and cheeks turned red as he seemed to have difficulties while swallowing his spit. His eyes shifted around the room, trying to decide what to do. "My Lady," He sighed in desperation. His hands travelling through his body while he clenched it and gritted his teeth. "I truly have been trying to hold back." His hands now grazed his face. "I have been trying to hide how in love I am with you as I am just someone who does not deserve you."
"You are the man who deserves me the most." The shoulders of my dress fell, displaying my bare skin. His eyes widened even more. "And you do not have to hold back anymore." Finally, the cloth fell onto the ground. "I have read so many things, but I have never thought of experiencing them." I felt embarrassed by revealing such a matter. "I could not hold my hands from exploring my body for the first time as your image was in my mind."
"You did?" I nodded my head. His eyes had never left mine, not even to peer at my underwear. A rush of confidence seemed to hasten through him as he walked to the door, securing it. "Show me." My expression must have confused him. "Show me how you did it."
It was my turn to gulp as I got on my mattress, lying down on my back. I was slightly sitting thanks to the pillow, which granted me to discern Dylan as he shuffled closer to the end of the bed.
My bralette was already off, but his eyes still fixed on mine. "You can look." As soon as those words came out of my mouth, his eyes glanced down at my chest. It seemed like he had complications breathing.
My hands gently travelled down, gripping the sides of my underwear and slowly bringing them down my legs. The chilly air was a contrast of temperature to my entire body. I shifted my legs to completely discard my panties, which ended up someplace on the ground.
I permitted my fingers to touch the bundle of nerves, suffering a chill through my body that reminded me of that time in the bathtub, or the following times where I could not restrain my needs. Rubbing on circles, my other hand went to my mouth, biting on it not to make any sound.
"That is how you did it?" I nodded my head. "Until you exploded?" Again, I acknowledged with my head. "My Lady. Has any man touch you in such a way?" Shaking my head, he offered me a smile. "May I be the first one to do so?" I nodded my head, which he did not seem to like. "Please, use your words."
"I do," I did not hesitate. "I do want to be touched by you, Dylan."
"I might die right now, my Lady." He wandered closer. His hands slowly discarded his dark blue beret. Then, his fingers rapidly unbuttoned his white shirt, which had some dark little stains due to his paintings. His body was fit, enough to make a woman drool. I must say, he seemed broader than what I have imagined. "Have you ever introduced your fingers inside?"
I shook my head.
I hear the sound of his shoes falling to the ground as he kneeled on the end of the bed. His right hand moved my left hand from my clit, leading it to his hair. "Hold on tight, my Lady." Not sure of his next actions, I shivered as his breath hit my heated core. His tongue peeked out from his mouth, gently grazing my centre.
I gripped his soft hair between my fingers, making his gaze shift to look deep into my eyes. His tongue lapped, adding pressure on my clit. I whined as his tender tongue left my core to slid down and up a couple of times, extending my wetness all over my intimate part.
I was utterly surprised when the tip of his tongue ended up inside me, and he seemed to noticed as he grounded it against my walls. His right hand slowly left my thigh, where his grip had been tough. "I will be gentle." His whispers were almost unnoticeable as my moans were louder, feeling one of his warm fingers getting coated by my juices as he introduced it, inside my vagina. "Does it feel good?" Without waiting for an answer, he started thrusting it. His lapping tongue and his thrusting finger, producing a drooling combination.
"Oh my god," The candles that were lit, and resting on the table next to my bed seemed to flatter by a scene hotter than their flames. "Faster, please." I must not lie. Introducing his second finger on me had provided a slight pain. But seconds later, it had been replaced by an unbelievable pleasure. "Please do not make me beg."
"I would like to see you beg, my Lady." His mouth had left my clit, chin dripping with my fluids. "I would love to see you beg under the light of the candles while no one else knows that you are getting the love and passion you deserve." His fingers made a wet sound when they left my insides. I could not help but whine as he got farther from my body but became expectant when his fingers played with his belt.
As soon as he slid his pants down his legs, I could not help but moan again. There was a bulge between his legs, and I could not help but get flustered thinking about having him inside me. However, I was quite worried about his size as he already seemed thick through his pants.
I remembered a scene from a book where this girl had her first experience with her childhood friend. They had become lovers and decided to consume their love on top of the counter of the protagonist's kitchen. Her description of the scene was incredibly detailed. And even though my body had become more heated while reading it, I could not help but be worried when she described the experience as feeling as if she was getting 'ripped', which was quite vulgar but exciting in an unusual way.
I had been distracted by my thoughts, as to when I realized my rounds, Dylan's member was finally free. It stood tall and thick against his stomach. He could not help but contain his grin as I gasped.
"I never-."
"I know, my Lady." His hands grabbed my ankles, calmly making their way to my thighs, which he squeezed while separating my legs even more. "I am utterly happy to be the first and only man to make love to you." Uh? "I will take care of you for the rest of my life." His eyes looked deep into mine, asking for permission for his next movements and actions. Of course, I nodded.
He grabbed his shaft, his hand circling it while he thrust into his clenched fist a couple of times. He left if free, spitting on his hand to later grab his member again, lubricating it.
"I am a little scared," I confessed, shifting my gaze to his face. "You are so thick and long. H-How is that supposed to fit inside-."
"We can stop if you want, my Lady." One of his thumbs caressed one of my thighs. "There is no rush and enough time to do this whenever you feel ready."
"I do want to do it! I am just a little scared." I gulped, glancing down at his member. "Could you maybe go slowly?"
He nodded his head, getting closer and placing a peck on my lips. "Whatever you wish for, my Lady." Asking for permission again, he waited until it was granted, for the tip of his member to graze the lips of my vagina. "Here I go." He started adding pressure. Until the entire tip was inside, making me gasp. "Sh, breathe." His right hand went to my tummy, caressing it. "We can go slower."
I nodded my head as I took deep breaths, ignoring the tears that were falling from the corner of my eyes. A couple of minutes went by when I decided that the pain had become a pleasure. I shifted my hips toward Dylan. I was right as there was only pleasure. "Dylan, please," I whined. "Please move."
His entire member was inside me, and Dylan's thrusts had become steady and swift. His mouth was travelling from my jaw to my lips, sometimes stopping to ask for my well-being.
One of his hands left my hips, going between our bodies as he started circling my clit, adding more pleasure. "Oh my gosh," I raised my voice, not being able to hold back the incredible feeling. "Lord, please go faster." I circled my legs around his hips, bringing him closer if it was possible. His member, hitting places that it could not reach before. Wails of satisfaction came out of my mouth. "Please, fuck me harder."
He seemed quite shocked by my choice of words as his eyes widened. But he had seemed to enjoy them too, as his thrusts became even faster and sloppier. "I will not last long." He groaned, not afraid of expressing his pleasure while his lips grazed my ear. "I have been dreaming of this for so long." His moans made my entire body shiver. His right hand, circling my clit even faster. "Please, my Lady. Tell me you are close. Please."
"I am!" I drowned my screams while biting his shoulder. "I am so close." His left hand travelled to my left nipple, toying with it. The different stimulations, getting me dizzy while my vision became blurry. And I came undone under Dylan's body.
Reading was nothing like experiencing it.
My breath was laborious. Dylan stayed inside, thrusting a couple of times more until he quickly came out, thrusting in his clenched fist. He was going to finish soon. His eyes, questioning where to explode. My hands went to my breasts, holding them together.
Dylan's eyes widened as he understood what I was implying. He moved, his hips getting closer as his dick ended up being embraced by my breasts. I held them in place while he thrust, moaning at the contact. His tip, hitting my chin and lower lip. He did not last much longer, exploding and cumming all over my chin and lower lip.
He gasped, our bodies full of sweat. "I made a mess. I am so sorry, my L-." My tongue peeked out of my mouth, licking some of the cum that was resting on my lower lip. "I-. Oh, gosh." His lips settled up against mine. His tongue, parting my lips so his tongue could slowly dance against mine. "Did it feel good?"
"It felt amazing." I was still trying to breathe at a regular pace.
He kissed my forehead, leaving the bed and wandering to the bathroom. His member was still lightly hard. But he quickly gave me the view of his butt.
When he came back, he was gripping a towel. Sitting on the side of the bed, he slowly cleaned his release from my chin and chest. Then, folding it, he cleaned between my legs. He was cautious, trying not to hurt me as my entire body was sensitive. Next, he discarded the towel.
His body fell on the bed next to mine. We both gazed into each other's eyes with foolish smiles decorating our faces. "I do not want to leave. But night curfew will be soon."
"I do not care." I wrapped my sore body against him, breathing in. "Stay here. Nobody will know. You can leave early in the morning." I did not notice I was pouting until his lips pecked mine. Then, the rest of the night was a cuddling blur as exhaustion took over our bodies.
Another couple of days had gone by, and it was nearly impossible to keep our hands for ourselves. Dylan had been sleeping in my chambers, which was difficult to hide. I had been ignoring my mother and Harold as much as possible. And thankfully, my brother was away in a political meeting with my father. We had also continued the portrait sessions, which sometimes ended with our bodies full of paint as we could not hold back for holding each other.
I must confess that there had been sexual escapes around the palace, which was a surprise, as we did not get caught yet. Momentarily, Dylan's boxers were around his ankles like his pants as I was grabbing the skirts of my dress.
My face and chest were pressed against the wall of a tiny room while he thrust in me from behind. "Ah, we will get caught." He whispered but did not stop his movements. "You are going to be the death of me, my Lady."
We had been walking around the castle until I could not hold back myself anymore. I took Dylan's hand, going inside a tiny room that, it is used, for cleaning materials. Therefore, we were fucking as fast as we could, aiming for a release. "Please, go deeper!"
"I believe I am as immersed as I can, my Lady." The sound of our skin slapping against each other turned both of us on even more.
We both were close to our release. But we were rudely interrupted by the door of the room opening, showing Rosetta and Harold, who stared at us with surprise written all over their faces.
Dylan quickly came out of me, pulling his boxers and pants up while I let the skirts of my dress fall.
"Harold," I started. "Please, do not say anything." My eyes begged. "Could you please give us five minutes and wait in my chambers?" Without saying anything, they closed the door. "Oh my god."
"It is okay, my Lady." Fear was visible in his face and voice.
I was baffled as when entering my chambers, my mother was there, next to Harold. He ignored my gaze, staring deep into Dylan's eyes.
"Mother-."
"I told you!" She did not hesitate to raise her voice. "I know you did not choose to be a princess, but this is what we have to deal with." I could not protest. "I am not trying to make you miserable. I was trying to avoid a situation like this where this young man," Surprisingly, she did not glare at the young man next to me, who was squeezing my hand. "And you will be in danger!" She sighed. "Imagine if it was your father or brother finding you two! They arrived early this morning!" I did not know about their arrival. "He would have killed him and make you watch." I gasped, getting teary. "I did not want you guys to end as I did."
"What?" I asked while being overwhelmed by confusion.
"Your mother," Harold decided to spoke as my mother had to seat on the end of my bed, trying to calm herself. "She fell in love with a servant of this palace, way before you were born." Dylan and I were pretty interested in the story. "You do not choose who you love, my Lady." He shifted his gaze between the two of us. "However, keeping such a secret was complicated. And eventually, someone found out." His hand rested on my mother's back. "Unfortunately, the one that discovered them passionately kissing in the gardens was your father." I gulped while swaying closer to Dylan, searching for his warmth. "He executed him right there, in front of your mother."
"Those white roses used to be red." My mother's voice shook while she referred to those planted in our garden. "It was so repulsive to see that his blood mattered nothing when for me mattered the world. He was my world." She offered us a sad smile. "No one mourned for his loss except me. His body was taken away by other servants in uncaring behaviour. His blood could not be seen, because it had splattered on the flowers that had the same tone." She wept, trying to breathe and calm herself to continue. "It was as if he had never existed. I thought I had gone crazy, and I had imagined the love and the man that I desired to have."
"Mother," My eyes were teary. "I am so sorry that happened to you, and now, I understand you tried to protect me." I glimpsed at Harold for a couple of seconds. "But this is just throwing me into a deeper hole. I will end up in a similar situation to yours, and my children will be doomed, to the same cruel fate." I was desperate. "Mother, destiny can be changed." Dylan was looking at me, a tiny smile on his face while he rubbed one of my freezing hands.
"I have seen you grow up," Harold intervened. "I have learnt every one of your moves, understanding when you wanted to cry or laugh." He grinned, crossing his arms. "Deep inside, I knew one day you would want to fight from the established and dull life you are supposed to live."
"He spoke to me." My mother continued. "Harold opened my eyes, and he taught me to perceive that you were falling in love with this young man." She bowed at Dylan, and he returned the same gesture. "And I perceived that this young man was falling in love with you too."
"Your father and brother lied of their whereabouts." Harold stepped closer. "They bought with them a visitor."
My mother shifted closer to us. "It is the King of Hiraeth." She gulped. "The 52 year-old-man that they expect to marry you with."
"No," I shook my head. "Please, mother." I could not stop the tears from falling down my cheeks. "Please, mother. Do not let them do that. Please. Please." Before I could fall to my knees, my mother held her hand up, offering me a brown bag.
"It is yours now." My mother replied, sliding the bag into my hands. "This will help both of you." Money, there was a lot of gold inside the bag. Dylan was looking inside the container with wide eyes as I did. "If I had stolen money from your father, he would have noticed. Therefore, I bargained my jewellery." Her hand unconsciously went to her neck, and I noticed her diamond necklace missing.
"Here," Harold extended his arm, offering us a piece of paper. Dylan clutched it. It was a map. "That black circle is your shared property. It is a near kingdom, not too far from here but enough for you two to be safe and not be recognized, as the Princess of Onism."
"What?" My mouth was agape.
"It is Elysian. It is a small town full of life, and it is secure." Harold explained with a smile. "It is your new home. The money will help you guys for a couple of years, but of course, my Lady, you will have to get used to a life without servants and luxuries. However, I do not have any doubt that you will be able to adapt to such a life."
"Then," I glanced at my mother. "You are helping me escape?"
"I am helping both of you leave." She cried. "I am helping you get out of the life you did not choose and the one you do not desire." I turned around to stare at Dylan, who had tears running down his cheeks while smiling at me. He shyly pecked my forehead. He wiped his tears while bowing again, staying in that position for a couple of seconds. "No, no, please stand up." He did. "We are family now. Please take care of my little girl."
"I will, your highness." His words sounded so confident that it made my heart beat violently.
"W-What about you two?" I glanced between them. "Are you coming with us?" I was expectant to hear their answer.
My mother shook her head. "We did change our destiny." She referred to the present situation. "Do not worry about us."
"But-."
"My Lady," Harold took me into his arms, embracing me. "Escaping is more complex for us. But do not worry, because we will end up getting away from here. One day, we will." He smiled at me. "For now, Arden is prepared to take you both far from Onism tonight."
I nodded my head. "Take care of my mother, and thank you for being like a father to me." After squeezing him, I quickly hugged my mother. "Thank you. Thank you so much."
Before they left my room, my mum turned around. "Dylan is your name, right?" He nodded his head. "I viewed the portrait. It looks marvellous. Take it with you." He was perplexed. "The portrait was for the man that will marry her. That man is you, so that portrait belongs to you."
"I bought gifts!" I overheard two squeals, rolling my eyes with a foolish smile, adorning my features. Two tiny figures ran to the owner of the voice. "Perhaps you both only love me when I bring presents."
"Perhaps they do." I walked closer to the man, whose beautiful smile was aimed, at me. My right hand gripped his arm, a signal for him to lower his head so I could peck his lips. "Welcome home. I made your favourite dish." My lips had trapped his bottom one between mines for a couple of seconds, making him whine lowly.
He seemed to be dumbfounded while pecking my lips a couple of times until our children interrupted the moment with their excitement to know what their father had brought them. "Well," He chuckled. "I bought my little princess this!" He took a stuffed animal from his coffee-coloured bag. Charlotte squealed and giggled while running around the room with her new plaything. "And I bought my not-so-little prince," He remembered how our little boy did not want to be named as a child anymore. "This." He showed him a new brand book, which cover was of a dark blue with golden touches.
Thomas could not help but grin. "This book was printed a couple of days ago! Thank you so much, father!" He tightly hugged his dad. "Perhaps I could bring it with me to the Addington's home?" He could not help but jump around due to his excitement. "I believe Newt will love it too!"
Dylan nodded his head. "Take care fo your sister, please."
The Addington's were a young family of five that lived next door. We were constantly inviting each other over to our homes, wanting the kids to play together. We, the adults, were also mates. A couple of times, we babysit each other's kids to have privacy with our respective partners.
As soon as the kids were out of the door, Dylan's briefcase had fallen to the ground. He had been away for an entire week due to a commission of a portrait where he would earn a lot of money.
His hands were caressing my entire body as we both tried to make our way to our shared chamber, in hopes of continuing the passion there. "I have missed you so much, my Princess."
My fingers moved quickly, trying to untie the dress I was wearing. My hands were sweaty, and Dylan must have noticed as he ended up unlacing my attire. "I am not a Princess anymore."
He swallowed, eyes focused on my breasts as I was not wearing a bralette. Both of his warm hands slid up, cupping my bosom. His fingers grazed my nipples while his entire hands squeezed the rest. "You are right." His gaze shifted to my lips. "You are the queen of my heart now, my Lady." That name had stayed since the very beginning, and every time it came rolling gently out of his lips, my undergarments got drenched.
"I will explode right here, Dylan." I moaned as my hands were busy sliding down his pants while he worked on his jacket and shirt. "I have missed having you around. And being around you."
He groaned, slipping one of his hands behind my back as he squeezed my buttocks. I whined when he pinched it. "You seem to be so desperate for me."
"That smirk," I grinned while kissing his bottom lip. "Perhaps you are as desperate as me." I glanced down as I spotted his hard bulge against my front.
"I am not as needy as you are, my Lady." The last word was said sensually, making my legs shake.
"I am sure you are as needy as me, Sir." It was that word for him. I could feel the temperature of his body rising.
"What does my queen require from such a humble servant?" He acted while sprawling my body down on the bed. His hands, gripping the sides of my panties, bringing the down and discarding them. "Maybe she needs help down here?" One of his fingers ran up and down, collecting my fluids. He did not hesitate to bring that finger into his mouth, savouring it. "My Lady, perhaps I should confess that you taste like Heaven, itself."
His face leaned closer to my core, but I immediately stopped him. He glimpsed at me, confused. "I want to be the one giving you as much pleasure as possible." Sitting down on the bed, my hands pushed against his chest until he was the one lying on his back.
I questioned myself when he had taken his boxers off as his member sprang free, hitting his tummy. Pre-cum was decorating his pink tip while sometimes, you could see it palpitating as the veins were tightening.
My right hand started working immediately, grabbing his shaft while going up and down. I softly squeezed it as his arm rested on top of his forehead, blissfully. My thumb stayed on the tip, playing with the tiny drops of pre-cum.
"Gosh, are you an angel?" His words wavered as my left hand cupped his balls, lightly tugging on them. "My Lady, I need your mouth, please." I attended his demands, my left hand still playing with his balls.
However, my mouth was also sucking on the lowest part of his member. Licking my way up, my mouth embraced the tip of his dick. His hands went through my hair, settling on grasping it forcefully and guiding me down until his entire thick member was inside my mouth.
His moans got louder as his hips could not hold back, shifting upwards, choking me as his tip scraped the back of my throat. "My Lady." Glancing upwards, I could see the sweat falling down his forehead. His entire body was sweating, especially the part of his chest with a spot of hair.
I sucked harder, preventing my teeth from grazing his delicate member. "May I come inside your mouth, my Lady?" Humming against his dick, he seemed to understand my permission. A couple of hard thrusts that chocked me and he was cumming down my throat, spilling a big load. His breath was laborious as his hands caressed my hair back. "Please, ride me."
He whined when his member lost the warmth of my mouth as I shifted my body to position myself on top of him. My left hand was resting against his chest. My other hand, grabbing his still firm member. "May I?" He nodded his head. As soon as he was filling me up, both of us became a moaning mess. "Ah, I felt so empty without your dick inside me."
His hands instantly clutched my hips as he encouraged me to bounce on top him. "You look so ravishing while you bounce on my dick." I moaned, loving his dirty talk. "I could do this every day. I love how your breasts bounce while you are getting stretched by my dick." He gulped. "They have got even bigger after you had our beautiful children." His right hand slapped my ass. "Listen," I ceased my moans as I heard the slapping sounds of our skins. "You are so wet for me, my Lady. Your pussy demands to hold my dick."
Both of my hands were now resting against his chest. "I am going to explode." The hand that was on my ass moved to the front, flicking my clitoris. "You fill me up so good, Sir!"
"I will fill you even more soon." He groaned, sitting down so he could move me closer to my body. Our mouths, touching in an open kiss. "I am going to release my entire load inside you. I am going to impregnate you, my Lady." I moaned. "You want that, right?" His thrusts became sloppier and harder. "You want to get filled and carry another gorgeous baby." I nodded my head. "You are as irresistible while pregnant. The way you cannot keep your hands to yourself. The way your bosom gets even bigger."
"Please, fill me."
No more words needed to be said as our teeth clattered against each other, riding our highs together. My vision got blurry, and my moans louder as I felt all of his huge load filling me up. "Oh, fuck me, my Lady. You take my load so good." The rest was full of kisses and warm under the sheets. His member had softened inside me.
On one of the walls of our chambers, there was a portrait of my younger self. She resembled grave and upset. Her composture seemed forced, but around her body, there were flames. Sparks that represented the passion she badly wanted to share. The adventures she wanted to live. There was a yellow light, which seemed, to be connected to her heart.
Dylan had described a young lady who aspired to live a passionate life. A young woman whose heart and mind were full of hope.
There was a lovely detail on the portrait. On the wall behind the young girl, there was a mirror, where you could perceive a young Dylan, examining the woman before him with a peculiar shining light on his eyes. The identical light young Y/N had while looking at Dylan O'Brien, the humble painter who shared the 'fictional' love she always wanted to experience.The love they both found and fancied.
Yes, destiny could be changed.
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A/N: Kind of different from what I normally do? In terms of how it is written.
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BIG MASTERLIST | MIATCHEMBER | KO-FI
They pass me by, all of those great romances.
You clutched your coat around you, trying to stop your body from shivering, asking yourself if you were quivering due to the chill outside or the cold you felt inside you.
Your steps got longer and quicker, desiring to get to your home as soon as possible. But of course, what you wanted to avoid, seemed to be what you saw the most. A couple of teenagers embracing each other while foolishly smiling at their respective ones. An older couple entering a cafe, the old lady tightly pressing a rose to her chest, probably a gift from her husband. And then, two beautiful girls with different styles gazing at each other as if they were going to get married right there.
It's as if you are robbing me of my rightful chances.
Closing the door behind your apartment, you huffed. Your home was as cold as the outside. You rapidly hung your coat on the rack next to the door. Rubbing your hands together, you walked to the petite crystal table, where you could perceive the AC remote control. Quickly turning the heat on, your eyes drifted to a frame.
My picture clear. Everything seemed so easy.
Your trembling fingers reached out, grabbing the frame and inspecting the photograph.
The man in the picture was grinning widely. His arm was around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. Your gaze wasn't directed on whoever had taken the picture, it was focused on him.
Pressing the frame to your chest, you sighed. And while holding back tears, you placed it back on the table. However, this time, it was lying down, which meant you couldn't view it.
And so I dealt you the blow. One of us had to go.
You sat down on the couch abruptly, your hands holding your face. And thankfully, you were able to control them going up to your hair to tug on it.
Now it's different. I want you to know.
Using the only strength you had left, you wandered to your room. Not even taking your clothes off, you let your body drop on it. The cool sheets were a little uncomfortable, but the sensation disappeared when you turned around, inhaling a familiar scent. It was his favourite cologne. The one you gifted him every Christmas because he loved it so much that he wouldn't wear anything else.
One of us is crying. One of us is lying in her lonely bed.
You laid on your back, biting your lower lip. But it didn't help. Your tears began dropping, wetting the sides of your eyes, ears, and some locks of your hair.
Staring at the ceiling. Wishing she was somewhere else instead.
The memories with the boy you love came to your mind, reminding you of those moments when nothing could get in between you two. Those beautiful memories you both shared.
One of us is only waiting for a call.
Mitch sighed, running his rough hands through his hair, finding some knots. When was the last time he was tough enough to get up from bed and shower?
His phone vibrated, making his heart beat hastily. Rapid trembling hands tried to grasp the phone, which slipped from his hands due to the sweat that covered them.
Peering at the screen, the caller wasn't the person he desired.
Sorry for himself. Feeling stupid, feeling small.
He got up from the bed, not caring to put a shirt on, even though his entire apartment was chilly. He just wanted to start the day. The sooner it started, the sooner it would end.
He closed his eyes as he walked through the hall that connected his bedroom with the kitchen, trying not to gaze at all the frames on the walls. Frames of himself with the love of his life. The person he thought he would marry. The first person ever that made him consider marriage.
Wishing he had never left at all.
He remembered the fight. This was the first time in months he would sleep in his apartment. Since he started dating you, he would sleepover, as if you guys were sharing a home.
But everything changed as Mitch Rapp was excited to tell you that Stan had offered him a new mission, an outstanding one. As exceptional as it was, it was also critical. And even though, Mitch was excited to be thriving in that mission, you were worried for him. It wouldn't be the first time he had come back to you bleeding, with a black eye or any one of his limbs embraced by a cast. God, there was one time where he came back with his memories all mixed. It took him two days, thirty-four minutes and ten seconds to remember you, and yes, you counted it.
I saw myself as a concealed attraction.
You did also remember the fight, of course, you did. Mitch and you had a good thing, you guys always discussed everything before fighting, because you both didn't want to be childish. However, that day, both of you lost your minds. You snapped at him, which made him snap back. Next thing you remember, he was yelling. Something he never did with you.
I felt you kept me away from the heat and the action.
Before you knew what was going on, Mitch had gone into your shared bedroom, grabbing some of his clothes, placing them inside his backpack.
"What are you doing?" Your voice was rough. You were trying not to cry, observing him.
"Going back to my apartment." He grumbled.
"Are you seriously going to run away?" You scoffed, using the exact words you knew were going to hurt him.
"Running away?" He turned around to gaze at you. "This job has helped me get through so many things, and you should know that!" The volume of his voice was rising. "I started this job before I knew you, and I explained to you that I enjoyed my job. We are a pack."
"Well," You started. "I thought that after settling down you would think of a more healthy job than just going around following potentially dangerous people because something could happen to you." You walked closer to him, your finger pointing his chest. "Because someday you might not come back, Mitch! Those people waiting for you, what are they supposed to do if you never come back?"
"They are supposed to move on." His voice was a little softer, contemplating the tears threatening to fall down your cheeks.
"You better than anyone else know that moving on isn't easy."
He clenched his jaw. "Then," The backpack was now hanging at his back. "I will move on for both of us." He walked to the front door, opening it."
"Are you serious?" No, you couldn't lose him. Not Mitch. As he didn't answer, closing the door behind himself without sparing you a glance, you screamed. "Just like a child! Stubborn and misconceiving!"
That's how I started the show. One of us had to go.
As Mitch was in his apartment, he noticed that it didn't feel like home. It was cold, grey and he felt blue. There wasn't someone offering him a smile, preparing his coffee perfectly, or giving him the kisses and warm he needed.
He concluded a long time ago that he couldn't live without you, but he was childish enough not to call your first. That was something you both did, wait for the other to call and apologize.
Mitch decided it had to be him, and as he clutched the phone against his ear, your voice sounded, asking what he wanted. "Now I've changed," His voice was hoarse, but you let him talk. "And I want you to know." He sighed. "One of us crying, one of us is lying in his lonely bed. Staring at the ceiling, wishing he was somewhere else instead."
A/N: lol yeah, I did just take the excerpt I sent you and expand it
#9: “Nexttime you’re hung-over, I’m not going to hold your head out of the toilet. I’mgonna let you drown.”
“You know what I like, Stiles? Day-drinking.” You slurred,the cup clasped tightly in your hand as you wiggled in your spot. His slenderfingers reached for it and you yanked it away, the boozy liquid spilling overthe side and onto the floor. You glared at him for the waste. “Hey.”
“Alll right, Y/N, that’s enough for now. This has been goingon for hours.” He was grabbing towards you again and you yelped, turning yourback towards him.
“I’m an adult. I decided when it’s enough!” Throwing backthe remainder of your drink, you let out a small hiccup as Stiles groaned. Hewatched incredulously as you dropped the empty cup onto the table, the redplastic bouncing and falling to the floor.
“Really? Did you really just do that?”
You gave him a drunken shrug, finding it difficult to remainsteady as you wandered over to the fridge. “Do you have any more beer?” Youasked as he hurried over to you. Stiles ran his hand through his hair, hisanxiety clearly increasing as he watched you rummaging for more alcohol.
“Oh…my god. Y/N. Would you just—.” You waved him awayshifting bottles of condiments and old pizza boxes out of the way in yoursearch. “Look, okay, I get it. You bombed your psych exam, but this isn’t—youreally should not drink that.” He said, breaking from his sentence midway towarn you of the action you were about to carry out. “Annndd you’re doing it anyway. Alright.That’s fine. This is fine.”
Your face screwed up at the taste of the bitter liquid, thefridge door slamming shut without your body to prop it open. Stiles eyed youwarily as you hopped up onto the counter, clutching your now empty beer canlike a toddler’s sippy cup. He tried to console you again; he placed his handson your knees, partially to secure you and to prevent you from finding morealcohol… but mainly as an attempt to comfort you.
“Look, Tusano’s not that bad of a guy, and I did really wellin his course. If you want, we can go in on Monday and—Y/N?” It had hit yousuddenly, and you found yourself struggling off the counter while shovingStiles away in your urgent escape to the bathroom.
The remainder of your day was spent with a very caringStiles holding your hair back as you emptied the contents of your stomach intohis toilet bowl. To his credit, hehandled it in silence, spending several hours diligently bringing you water,Advil, and other various items you had requested.
“Can you bring me some ginger ale, please?” He agreed to thesimple request, slipping out from beside you on the bed and heading towards thedoor when your voice stopped him.
“And some saltines?” Stiles nodded, his hand on the door.“Also, do you have another pair of socks I can borrow? And that Star Warshoodie?”
He sighed, rolling his eyes as he padded bare-foot down thedarkened hall. “Nexttime you’re hung-over, I’m not going to hold your head out of the toilet. I’mgonna let you drown.” Stiles mumbled under his breath before going in search ofyour “necessities”.
warnings: heated make out session, little swearing
request: hey there :)could you write something where the reader is very shy so she only talks to Scott and stiles around the pack but she has a huge crush on isaac.She tells stiles to ask him for help cause she doesn't know how to talk to him so he practices with her and after a while he suggests to practice kissing with her because he starts to realize that he really likes her and the reader gets so comfortable around him that she doesn't really that she loves him?you can include shy smut if you want c @ephemeral-stilinski
author’s note: so i haven’t written or posted in a couple weeks but i am back! i hope you like this because i’m really happy with how it turned out. thanks to @dumbass-stilinski for proof-reading and fixing my errors as well as @sarcasticallystilinski for also reading this! i’m happy they both liked it! :)
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Anyone in the McCall pack could tell you that Y/N was a shy girl. She hardly spoke to anyone besides Scott and Stiles. The two boys knew almost everything about their friend. But everyone else couldn't even tell you her birthday. No one really knew why she was so reserved, not even Stiles and Scott.
Even though Y/N was shy, she inhabited a small crush for Isaac Lahey. They'd never had a deep conversation because every time Y/N attempted to start talking to him, she'd stumble over her words or completely forget what they were talking about. Every morning she'd stare down the hall, just admiring the tall boy who had some weird scarf fetish.
He was just drop dead gorgeous. Isaac was just that guy; the one that could make literally any girl swoon. Y/N sighed in admiration as she watched him talk to some guy on the lacrosse team. Behind her, a locker slammed shut, taking her out of her daydreaming. She jumped as the loud sound rang in her ears. “Stiles!” Y/N turned around and scolded her best friend.
“Are you ever going to ask him out?” Stiles sighed, zipping up his backpack and shrugging it onto his shoulder.
Y/N stuttered. “I-I don't know what you're talking about.”
The two began walking down the hallway so they could get to Economics with Coach Finstock. “Scarf boy, Y/N. You're always looking at him, why don't you just ask him out already?”
Stiles looked down at Y/N as they walked. Y/N sighed and looked down at her shoes. “I just…”
“You just what?”
“I've never had a boyfriend.” She mumbled playing with the long necklace that Lydia told her fit the outfit she was wearing perfectly.
Stiles stopped dead in his tracks causing Y/N to look behind her as she realized he stopped walking. “You've n-never ha-had a boyfriend?”
Y/N shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest. “It's really embarrassing. I've never even been kissed and it's not exactly something I like to share, either.”
“No, no, no. It's not that.” Stiles put his hands on her arms and rubbed up and down in a comforting manner. “It's that I'm surprised. You're absolutely perfect. You're unbelievably smart, you're an amazing friend, trustworthy, hilarious, and absolutely breathtaking.”
“Not even.”
“Don't argue with me on this, Y/N. I mean it when I say you're beautiful.” Stiles grinned.
Y/N smiled softly. “Thanks, Stiles.”
“Tell you what. I'll teach you.” He swung his arm over her shoulder and continued their way to class.
“Teach me what?”
Stiles scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Well, I have some experience when it comes to relationships and you know… smooching. Maybe I could help?”
“So you mean you're going to teach me how to kiss?” Her eyebrows furrowed at the wild offer.
“Only if you want to. I don't want to make you uncomfortable.” In all honesty, Stiles was hoping, praying that she would accept. For a few months Stiles has been harboring some serious feelings for his best friend. These new feelings towards Y/N just sprung on him.
When Stiles’ view of Y/N changed, he was still working on his ten year plan with Lydia. Now that he thinks about it, he doesn't see it working. He doesn't feel that way anymore. The only girl he can see himself with is Y/N. She's the one for him.
Y/N continued thinking about Stiles’ offer. It makes sense. Y/N would have experience with a guy and it could boost her chances with Isaac. She would be more confident in herself. And maybe it would give her closure for the teeny tiny feelings she has for the sarcastic boy.
The girl nodded. “Okay, I'll do it.”
A big smile made its way onto Stiles’ face and hope into his heart. “Great! Let's plan to meet at my place. Is seven okay?”
“Yeah, it's perfect.” The final bell rang just as Y/N and Stiles walked into the classroom and sat in their seats.
The rest of the day went on as normal. Y/N pining over Isaac, but still thinking about Stiles. Stiles admiring about everything Y/N even if what would happen later that night was so she could have a chance with a boy he didn't really care for.
After Y/N went home and did homework, it was a quarter until seven. She made herself look a little more presentable. Y/N pulled her hair into a loose ponytail and fixed her makeup. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed her keys from the bowl on the table next to her front door and walking out the door. She got into her car and drove to Stiles’ house.
It didn't take long to get his house considering it was just around the corner. She got out of the car and walked up the driveway and got to the mahogany door. Y/N knocked three times and the door swung open to reveal Stiles himself. He looked breathtaking. The brown hair on the top of his head was messy in a perfect way. It wasn't his usual spikes that went in every which way, but sat flat on his head as if he just got out of the shower. The obvious dampness confirmed it.
Even his attire was simple yet sexy. He wore a black t-shirt that hugged his lean, yet muscular biceps in every amazing way. The grey sweatpants that he usually wore during their movie or study nights hung low on his hips. A small chuckled that erupted from Stiles’ throat took Y/N’s gazing off his body.
Y/N shook her head, snapping out of the daydream. Her Y/E/C eyes met with his honey ones. “Hey.” Y/N said coolly.
“Hey. Come on in.” Stiles opened the door wider giving Y/N a non-verbal invitation to come in. She looked around the house and saw it was spotless as usual.
“Your dad working again?” Y/N asked as she turned to look back at Stiles. He scratched the back of his neck and nodded.
“Yeah. He actually just left, said to say that it would be nice if you came over for dinner sometime.”
Y/N chuckled. “I will.”
Stiles clapped his hands together. “Great. Let's go to my room?” Y/N nodded and followed Stiles down the hall and to his room. The usual board of whatever supernatural occurrence or theory he had was in an organized mess.
The two sat at the foot of Stiles’ bed, Stiles on Y/N’s right. His room was clean just as it always was and his bed was perfectly made. “So…” Stiles trailed off.
Y/N wiped her hands over her leggings to get rid of the clammy feeling. “So, uh, where do you want to start?”
“We can start with kissing if you want.”
“Yeah, that's a good idea.” Y/N nodded.
Stiles scooted closer than they were before. He took her left hand and put it on his shoulder as he snaked his arm around her waist, their chests were now pressed together. Stiles and Y/N could feel their heartbeat speed up and pound against their rib cages.
Before they realized it, Y/N and Stiles’ face and were very close. Their breaths were mingling and as Y/N’s minty breath hit Stiles’ face, it sent shivers down his spine. Hell, the thought of kissing the girl in front of him was enough to make goosebumps appear on his skin and make the hair on the back of his neck stand up straight.
As their lips brushed together, Y/N looked into his eyes and saw the same intensity in Stiles’ eyes that she was sure was in hers. “If you want to stop, just say the word.” Y/N’s heart fluttered as the words fell from his mouth. Without thinking, she closed the very little amount of space between them and took Stiles by surprise.
The soft skin of their lips caressed each other and they could've sworn sparks flew. Y/N had never kissed anyone, but she couldn't imagine that a feeling this euphoric could get any better. The speed of her heartbeat increased by tenfold the moment their lips touched and every single in sync movement made her stomach erupt with butterflies. Any thoughts she had of Isaac completely vanished from her mind. In this moment, all she wanted to do was kiss Stiles.
Stiles’ eyes fluttered shut the moment their lips met. One kiss. Before the moment had come, that was all he wanted. Now that he'd had a taste of what kissing Y/N Y/L/N was like, he was already beginning to crave more. He pulled her closer to his chest, if that was even possible. A groan left his lips and fell into her mouth when Y/N’s fingernails scratched at his scalp. His lips started trailing away from her lips and down her jaw and neck.
A pleasured moan left her perfect mouth and it caused something in Stiles to snap. He pushed her back onto the bed and Y/N didn't stop him. Stiles’ lips found her sweet spot and it drove him crazy to see how it affected her. He started sucking a purple patch right on her pressure point. His right hand intertwined their fingers in a loving manner.
“Stiles.” Y/N whispered his name and all it did was spur on his actions. Stiles moved his lips back up to hers and that was all they did for a few moments. His tongue ran over her bottom lip and she had no hesitation to give him access. When his tongue entered her mouth, it wandered around, memorizing each and every single inch.
Stiles felt himself getting more and more aroused as they kept making intimate contact. Reality of the situation set in and it caused Stiles to pull away. He was risking everything right now and he couldn't lose her.
“Did I do something wrong?” Y/N asked and her chest moved up and down as she tried catching her breath.
“No, no. You-you were perfect. It was me.” Stiles stuttered. He sat back up and pulled away from her completely. Y/N lifted herself up and scooted next to him.
“It was good?” Y/N sounded completely surprised but a smile grew slowly on her face.
“It was amazing, Y/N.” He looked down at his fingers and began playing with them. “Probably the best I've ever had.”
Y/N would've had to have been deaf to not notice the falter in his tone as he spoke. “Well why do you sound so disappointed?”
Stiles stayed quiet for a moment before answering in a small voice. “Because I didn't want to stop.”
“Well then let's keep going.”
He shook his head. “No. That's not what I meant.” Stiles looked away from his fingers and back to the beautiful girl he could feel himself falling past the point of no return for. Her lips were swollen from all the tugging and rushed kissing they'd done. The very defined purple patch was on her neck and he couldn't help but feel hurt that he'd never be the one to always make her look like that.
“What do you mean, Stiles?” Y/N rubbed her arm up and down his bicep as she smiled softly with her head tilted so she could see him better.
“I meant I don't ever want to stop.” The movement of Y/N’s hand stopped and her eyes widened. “I don't ever want to stop kissing you. The way you look now with your swollen lips from my kisses is taking my heart away. And that purple love bite on your neck, I want to leave those all over your body. I'm in love with you, Y/N. I'm so so in love with you.”
“Y-you're in love with me?” It was now Y/N’s turn to stutter. “Stiles Stilinski is in love with me, Y/N Y/L/N?”
“More than anything.” Stiles took her hands in his and smiled. “I know that you have feelings for Isaac, but I'm utterly in love with you. You've always been my best friend, but now you're something different. You're something more and I don't know how to explain it. You make me happy and I'm always happiest when I'm with you. I love you.”
Y/N stayed quiet for many moments as she absorbed everything Stiles had just told her. He was emotionally naked in front of her right now. “Say it again.” She whispered as her hand moved to his face and began stroking his cheek, fingertips running over his beauty marks.
“I love you.”
Y/N smiled and crashed her lips to his. Stiles could feel her smile into the kiss and he sighed through his nose in relief. The kiss was short but sweet and was filled with more love than lust. “What about Isaac?” Stiles asked and the worry was very evident in his face and his voice.
Y/N smirked. “I like it better with you.” Stiles smiled and pushed her back on the bed just as he'd done before. The rest of the night was spent being wrapped up in nothing but love and each other.
