Misery Business
mis bis! Hayley Williams x female! reader
word count: 3K
where you're the girl she thought was going for a mutual friend she'd liked, but she got you all wrong.
OR
at the prom afterparty you learn the business of misery is something hayley always takes from the top
cw: hayley fucking hates you, bisexual hayley, i love this woman please give me one chance im BEGGING you, cunnilingus, fingering, heavy petting, CRAZY style makeout, im writing this for the love of the game this is all me baby, winners love winning
85 SW Scott Street. That was the address for the party you'd been dreading all week, and that was the address of the same house you'd get flipped around like a ragdoll in. Of course, you didn't know that when you got there, but what did you ever know?
It's not that you didn't like to party, god no, you loved it. Rather, it was who was hosting the party that made you hesitant to come tonight. Markedly, it was one Hayley Williams. She was somebody truly special to the girls and guys that mattered. She was geeky and loud, and nobody fucked with loud, but she made up for it with a silver tongue and a body that wouldn't quit.
At least, that's what was rumored to be what everyone loved her for.
Personally, all her confidence made you nervous. Nevertheless, they all loved her for one reason or another- and tonight they loved her because she'd be hosting the prom afterparty.
In any case, you were standing at her doorstep tonight, not in your prom dress anymore, but something between a bummed out tee shirt and shorts and a striped tank a la Fall Out Boy. Whatever you were in, it was comfortable and you didn't look like a hot mess- so it didn't really matter to you.
You were just ready to get a drink and chop it up. That was all you had planned for that night. Maybe make out with some stranger and forget it ever happened afterwards.
You didn't expect to be where you were right now, pants around your ankles, bent over the bathroom counter, with Hayley slowly pumping her forefingers in and out of you as she whispered how much she claimed to dislike you into your ear.
She had one of her hands stuck to your neck, her body pinning you to the counter as it dug into your hip bones. Staring at yourself in the bathroom's mirror, your usually f/c face was flushed a deep red, and your lips were just slightly parted. You couldn't begin to describe the embarrassment you felt at the sight of yourself. It sat like a rock in your stomach.
You were also shamefully aroused.
"Got nothing to say now, huh?", she purred over your shoulder. The hand she pressed between your legs was moving slowly, like she was trying to coax something out from deep within you. She smelled like cigarettes and lilies.
You huffed, shakily. "Never did...", your voice cracked as a whine shot out of you. You felt hot tears prick the corners of your eyes.
"Really?", she chuckled. She punctuated her statement with an exceptionally forceful, deliciously angled jerk of her fingers. You felt a chill roll down your spine, your body felt like you'd been submerged in warm water.
Hayley planted a kiss on your neck, then another closer to your jaw, a hard one, she could feel your heart beating when her lips touched your skin.
You let out a hiss as you tried to not roll your hips back onto her now still hand. "You know I didn't mean it like that-", she slowly dragged a free finger over your clit, "-Fuck, I swear..."
"Right, you just think my friends are losers and I'm some princess....Okay, Y/n.", she laughed.
"I'm being serious!", you rustled a bit in front of her, trying to push her so you could turn and face her. You couldn't move.
As her hands moved from between your legs and onto your shoulders, you thought about how you ended up here in the first place.
When you got to the party, the first thing you'd done was go into the kitchen of the house you barely knew anything about to look for something strong enough to knock you onto your ass. You, ever the resourceful one, were able to find it.
Along the way, you'd found a group of people you'd been mildly familiar with at school. Some classmates, as it were. Tipsy you thought you'd kill some time, talk yourself up to some more shots.
You'd made thirty minutes worth of conversation before an arm slung itself around your shoulder. The smell of shampoo, perfume, and liquor wafted in front of your face. You didn't know anybody here, and you certainly didn't know whoever threw themselves on top of you.
Everyone seemed happy to see her, though. Then you looked. And you realized. You felt your throat dry up and your heart start itself like a kickdrum in your chest.
"Hayley!", you said, trying not to telegraph just how nervous you were despite having no reason to be. You chalked it up to it being a pretty girl that close to you.
"Y/n! Hey...", she said, a wide white half smile cocked on her face. Her grey eyes were fixed to your face like acupuncture pins on your lymph nodes. You noticed them dance across your features.
You realized you'd never even told her your name.
She closed her eyes and looked away from you and back to everyone else. You didn't completely pay attention to what she'd said to them then. It was something between a "how are you doing tonight", a "I didn't know you all knew each other", and a "we're gonna go get some more booze".
Whatever she said, her spell had been cast on you, your classmates, and whoever else had stopped by to listen to her talk. That booze run she'd lied about? That ended up with the two of you in her first floor basement, bass from the music playing outside vibrating through the walls.
Then she spoke to you, accused you of trying to hit on her friends, one of the boys in the group you were talking to. She didn't let you get a word in.
It was frustrating you, and you spoke before thinking. Something sarcastic. Something you meant to have sound more rude, but had it die somewhere between flirty and an inciting remark. Something that the alcohol still swimming in your system wouldn't fact check before letting escape. Something like.
"Why'd I hit on one of those losers, you fucking princess?"
The dry insult was lost on Hayley. The way she froze after that came out of your mouth made you think she was going to chop your head off.
"What?", she asked, a laugh breaking the word. Her eyes were wide, and one brow cocked itself up. Her smile, god, her irritated, annoyed, confused, admittedly turned on smile made her upper lip twitch.
"Why would I be hitting on those people? I barely know those people, I only ever see them in like one class-", your rambling got old, fast, and you didn't even have the chance to catch your breath before you and Hayley were caught in a lip lock. She still tasted of seltzer and tequila.
It came out of nowhere. You didn't push her away.
Maybe your drunk mind wanted someone to touch you, maybe you'd been wanting her all along. Whatever it was, you didn't have time to think about it.
In the blink of an eye you were pants down, turned around, felt up, reprimanded, and fingered over the counter you'd just been leaning against.
She was so good at touching you, playing you like some sleek ivory keys, that you were like putty in her hands. You loved how she said your name, called you a sarcastic nobody, prettier than you act, a beautiful, beautiful girl who's mouth has her going nowhere fast.
It made you hot and wet. Did she really think all of those things about you or was she just trying to keep up her persona?
Now, Hayley's hands were on your shoulders, turning you back around to face her again. She put one of her hands on your cheek. The same girl who claimed this all was "just a one time thing" thanks to the "heat of the moment" kissed you, firmly, and tangled her fingers in your hair, yanking gently.
You instinctually wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her closer to you and deepening the kiss from both sides. You had easier access and reach to the girl's lips, and she could pull your hair without using as much force. It was a symbiotic win win.
The hand of hers that wasn't in your hair moved away from your cheek and rushed its way under your shirt to cup itself around one of your breasts, kneading at it as her lips worked yours. You couldn't help but lean into Hayley's touch, suppressing a groan at the satisfaction the heavy petting was bringing you.
As quickly as she'd rushed herself onto you, she pulled away, the only thing connecting your lips being a string of saliva that swiftly fell away into nothingness.
In the sterile light of the bathroom, the deep flush that took over Hayley's pale skin framed her sharp features like an angel's halo frames its head. Steely grey eyes sized you up from behind thick, lacquered lashes.
You couldn't tell if she was flush from liquor or from her saturated enjoyment of this. She bit her lip.
"Get onto the counter", she whispered, barely audible over the thumping of the bass outside. You raised an eyebrow, confused on whether you heard her correctly or not.
"Get onto the counter." she repeated herself, much firmer this time. You did as she asked. You, bare cheeked and cold, sat on the marble of the counter.
The artificial redhead before you sunk down to her knees, chin level with the counter, and pulled you forward by the legs. Her hands were cold around your calves, and you felt your heart sink itself between your legs at the sight of her down there.
She adjusted herself a little, putting the majority of your legs that were hanging off the counter over her shoulders, and peppered kisses along your inner thighs. You knew where this was going, and the anticipation crept up on you the same way it came over a rider reaching the apex of a roller coaster's climb.
She was between your legs, worshipping your body, and you were strapped to your seat, seconds before the drop over the incline.
She flattened her tongue across your sex and pulled one slow, long lick across it, making sure to press down on your clit when she reached it. You jerked at the pressure on your nerves, arching into her mouth with a startled huff.
Over the hill we go.
She laughed, and you felt her voice vibrate through your pelvis.
You had just that one moment of reprieve before she started working you again. Faster. Like she meant it. Her lips wrapped around your clit and drew back, and you felt a pulsing fire burn its way up and around your body.
Her tongue licked designer circles around your nerves and you couldn't help but shut your eyes, tightly, to try and swallow back guttural, erotic moans.
"Hh-", you struggled for breath and for clarity in your speech, "Hayley- oh my god." Her only response was to hum into your cunt, licking you like you were the first thing she'd been able to eat in days.
She took one of her hands and snaked her fingers into you, curling them up into a friendly, deliciously angled come here motion inside of you. Her fingers pushed up on your spongy insides while her tongue worked itself over your clit.
It was your turn to tangle a hand in her hair now, taking strands of the orange and yellow into your fingers and clutching onto them for dear life. She wanted more of you, and you could never get enough of this.
She was making so much contact with your raw, fleshy nerves that it was like being an ion on the inside of a live wire, electrical impulses flooding your body through your finger fucked hole.
She took the liberty of removing her lips from your clit, planting a kiss on your pelvis, and making eye contact with you as she kept you wrapped around her fingers.
"That feel good, Y/n?", she asked, a smile twisted across her wet face.
You nodded before tilting your head back, hand loosening in her hair.
"Hey...", she let out a faux whine, curling her fingers particularly rough to draw your attention back to her, "You didn't tell me how that felt."
Your head jerked back up to look at her. She was between your legs, face glistening with your fluids, big grey eyes boring holes into you. She was a seductress and an angel. She was both instigator and topic. She was everything and nothing.
"Feels so good Hayley...", is what you are pretty sure you said. It came out less like that and more like a garbled mess of half drunk half pleasure torn syllables.
She hummed with satisfaction and returned to her altar, eating you with a fervor that she'd been refraining from using previously, fingers still as enthusiastic as they'd been moments ago.
A shockwave of pleasure shot up your spine, dying in your chest, puppetting your body as you writhed in the painful sweetness of the other girl's touch.
A moan ripped through your throat, you tried to muffle it by covering your mouth with your free hand, but it didn't do much but keep the sound from bouncing around the tiled walls of the bathroom.
You turned your head to the side, facing the mirror, and took in the sight of yourself being finger fucked by your very very distant acquaintance. A thin sheen of sweat caked your face, and your mascara just ever so slightly dripped down your face in a mix of salty tears and sweat. You could see how flushed you were through your thin layer of makeup.
If you were sober this might've been embarrassing. Who knows, maybe in a few hours it would be. Maybe not.
Maybe once you were sober you could clear this whole mess up, or maybe she'd never talk to you again. She might stick to her "one time thing" promise and forget all about you, consigning you back to you status as a tertiary character in the play of her life.
Maybe you'd become someone special to her.
You were ripped from your thoughts by a long, flat press of her tongue against your clit, moving her chin to rub it in circles as she continued to press her fingers against the spongy softness of your insides. She was looking for something now, for that piece of you that lit you up just that bit more.
These moments had started to feel like hours, and your already foggy mind was clouding up with the pleasure that had been bubbling up inside of you, balancing on a thin rubber band in your stomach.
It was tightly pulled, and pressurized from all the attention.
Hayley's mouth kissed, licked, flicked, and bit your pussy at just the right frequency to have you a squealing and begging mess on the counter for her.
With a few more pumps of her fingers, the band in your chest snapped, rushing your synapses with a burning, elated, thrilling rush of an orgasm. She drank in what came out of you as your body shook on the counter.
The cold marble was the only thing keeping you attached to this plane. Your heart was a jackhammer thrusting away at your ribs.
You felt Hayley's free hand rubbing circles in your thigh with her thumb. Your breathing, when you finally came down from your high, was ragged and choppy. Stars were shooting and burning behind your eyes.
"Oh my god....", you exhaled. It still didn't come out right. You felt as if you might cry from the afterglow. Maybe you already were.
Hayley stood up and looked down at you laying on the counter. She was still standing between your legs, one hand caressing your sides. You stared up at her, balancing yourself up on your elbows.
Without saying anything, she licked her fingers. You jolted your head away out of, what? Embarassment?
"Oh come on...", you said, face burning a bright red.
"What can I say, I like it", she laughed. Her laugh this time around was geeky and nasally. It wasn't like how she'd been laughing at you before.
"Come on, get down." She took your hands in hers and helped you off of the counter, sitting you down on the toilet to help you clean yourself up. The world was still bright and bubbly.
"Thank you....", your words hung in the air, sentence half cocked and half finished.
"Don't thank me, y/n", she was dead serious with a beautiful smile, "I treated you like shit tonight."
You laughed now.
"Well it's not like I like you either", you meant for it to be a joke, but Hayley froze.
"You don't?", she asked. Sincerely.
"I....", you struggled for words. You turned your gaze from down at your feet to up at her, "I don't know how I feel about you."
She nodded.
"It's not that I don't like you, Hayley, you're so cool....I just, don't feel like I'm someone you'd want to be involved with....", you smiled a tight lipped smile, "like I said, you're cool. You're confident, god. You're so not like me."
She knelt down to be at your level on the toilet.
"You think I'm not like you?" You agreed with her statement. She said this would be a one time thing, after all.
"You really are stupid, y/n."
With that she kissed you.
"Stay the night. I'll make it up to you."
You kissed her now. It was a deal.
What a night.
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Wrote this with a cold sweat GHAHAHHAHAHAHA
if you can't tell, I fucking love hayley williams. Also, fun fact. Amero is a lesbian! I don't know if i've ever mentioned that on this blog but yeah....
happy pride month girls!
love ya!
-amero
