He Hit Me (It Felt Like A Kiss)
⋆˙⟡࣪ ִֶָ☾. Jason “J.D” Dean x reader 18+
*Warnings ~ non con elements, fingering, slight violence
*Summary ~ He did those things for you. It’s chaos out there but with him you’re safe.
*Words ~ 1416
*Notes ~ This was originally posted on Ao3 in June of 2023 but I recently decided to proof read it and post it here.
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A GUN SHOT RUNS THROUGH YOUR EARS. You thought it was a just a tranquilizer, a bullet to embarrass them on their “suicide failure”. The only way to put an end to their bullying of Westerburg.
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The murdering part was supposed to end with Heather Chandler. You watched her when her body slammed into her glass table, unmoving and lifeless. Terror struck and desperate to not get caught for murder. You helped forged a suicide note, swearing to yourself you’ll never have blood on your hands again.
That was until a certain two people harassed you at a party Friday night. It started like every other high school party. Crimping your hair and layering your face in makeup and a cute party dress to impress your friends. The party was supposed to be a tribute to Heather Chandler, “to honor her life, an excuse to get hammered.”
You headed over to Heather Mcnamra’s house. The place was lit up and the faint sound of music pulsed through the walls seeping outside.
She happily opened the door, her long silky blonde hair fluffed up in a yellow bow with a yellow dress. “Y/N! Aren’t you excited? This is what Heather would’ve wanted, a real celebration of her life!” Heather chirped loudly over the blasting music.
“Right, in that case where’s the alcohol?” you joked awkwardly at the mention of her name and she laughs pointing you over in the direction of her kitchen.
You choose the poison of mixed punch in a bowl. Big mistake, you should’ve known not to drink something’s that been left in the open of a bunch immature high school students. Maybe it was the lingering anxiety of getting caught for murder that clouded your thinking.
You felt fine at first, walking around mingling with your peers. “Want a hit, man?” A stoned girl with a beanie and glossy red eyes sluggishly holds up a half burnt joint.
Leery, you agree hoping it’ll get rid of the searing headache. “You know, you know, this is great all of us together again man.” She rambles on as you take a long drag of the joint. Holding a cough in, you puff again once more and then pass it back.
“Thanks.”
“Share the love” her voice fades out as you walk outside into the backyard.
Wobbling, you take a seat and rub your forehead.
“Hey hot stuff, what are you doing all alone?” A annoying voice pesters you.
The world spins as you barely lift your head up. “Piss off, Ram.” Your voice slurs.
“I’m just trying to make some friendly conversation. How about I get you another drink?” He pleads putting his hand on your shoulder and squeezing. You try to shoo it away, give him the hint that his touch is unwelcome.
“No, go away.” You weakly argue with him. “Cmon Y/N, we could find a room upstairs.” His hand trails down your shoulder and you yank away.
“Fuck off.” You try to get up but you wobble forwards towards the house. Maneuvering your way through the crowd you reach the door. “Going so soon?” Kurt steps infront of the door.
“Yes so excuse me.” You try to walk out but he blocks you.
“Get out of the way!” You yell at him in a last effort to just leave. You feel yourself suffocating under the music and smell of alcohol.
“Jeez” he moves out of the way letting you go. You speed walk down the side walk. The alcohol and weed intoxicating your brain as the world spins. Slowing down to catch your breath two figures approach you from the behind.
“Where you going?” A annoying voice makes goose bumps run down your neck.
An arm grabs you and you try to scratch your way out but it’s no use. “No!” You cry out but it’s no use. You’re pinned into the side wall, trying to claw your way out of Rams grip.
“M’buddy and I just want to chat.” His hands try to keep you down as you try to wiggle out.”
Suddenly, a loud engine rears up in the distance. The two try to keep you pinned down but the engine becomes louder. For a second, you can feel the world slip away. Closing your eyes, you feel the hands lift off of you and yelling.
You squint, peeking through your eyelashes to understand whats happening. A figure, one bathed in moonlight and disguised as god, presses a fist to Ram’s nose. He doubles backwards, his ass hitting the paved road.
He pushes Kurt off of you and into the ditch. The two scatter away, too scared for what will happen after the cafeteria incident.
He walks over to you, smiling at your weak figure barely able to stand up. “You need me, darling. Admit it.” His low musky voice sends a pain spike through your head. He reaches out his hand but you don’t take it. “I don’t need your help.” You spite him but he shakes his head and smile.
You try to lift yourself off the ground but end up wobbling to the side when a pair of arms snake around your waist. His cigarette and cologne aroma intoxicate your brain as you fall into his chest.
“I’ll take you home.” He lifts your head up to him, your eyes fluttering trying to focus on him as the world spins around you. He leans in capturing your lips in a kiss. He grabs your hair pushing you more into his lips, you try to pull away but it’s no use.
He finally pulls away and helps you onto his motorcycle. You lay your head on his back taking into the cold air. One of his hands lay on your upper thigh fondling your soft skin. He pulls up into his driveway, the engine stops and he helps you off the motorcycle.
“This isn’t my house, JD.” You slur out but he just laughs in a monotonely in response.
“Not tonight, tonight you’re mine.”
You’re lifted into into the house. His dad isn’t home, probably off boozing in a bar somewhere on the outskirts of Sherwood so JD carries you up the stairs. When you reach his door he lets go of you and you fall into his bed. Resting your head on the bed you hear the door lock and foot steps coming over to you.
He rolls you over so your face him. You push him off “No JD, I told you I didn’t want to see you after what happened.”
He smirks and visibly disagrees “After we got rid of that evil bitch? She hurt you and I made sure that will never happen again. And you don’t wanna see me? After you murdered Heather Chandler.” You sit up upset and start to yell.
“I didn't murder her! You did!” He puts his body’s weight on you.
“You handed her that drink, you murdered her dear. Don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul.” You try to say something but his lips come crashing onto yours.
He lays on top of you. You whip your head to the side but he grabs your cheeks and forces you to look at him.
“I did it for you!” He crazily smiles and forces his lips back onto yours. His tongue snakes into your mouth and you give up trying to fight and let him take over.
His hand sneaks up your thigh groping it as you open your mouth letting a moan. He muffles it by pushing your head into the bed and roughly kissing you. He stops and attacks your neck biting it. His hands trail up your dress your underwear, he rubs the middle of underwear. You try to keep quiet but he pulls down your underwear and puts a finger inside of you.
You let out a gasp and as he pumps faster. He smushes his face againist yours while suffocating you with his kisses. A pit in your stomach begins to knot together as he adds another finger.
“I told you, you need me” he says in a low voice as he bites your sweet spot on your neck. You come undone moaning into his ear as he slows down. He pulls out his fingers and kisses your head. His strips you down leaving your clothes and heels on top of his dresser. He pulls out a pair of his clothes. You lay back on his bed as the world spins lesser you become more sober. He comes back over to you and kisses your forehead before sitting you up and slipping a tshirt of his onto your body.
You’re left in his shirt and your underwear when you tuck yourself under his covers. He takes off his shirt and pants leaving him in boxers. He lays down next to you pulling you close. He rubs circles on your bare thigh and thinks about a plan to get rid of Kurt and Ram. A plan that will make sure your his and only his.
