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babeydollx · 2 years

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Girl Code 101: Never Date Your Best Friend's Ex

Warnings: cursing, smut, unprotected sex, dom!Nate, Maddy finding out that her best friend hooked up with her ex, Nate and Y/N secretly dating behind Maddy's back, a little bit of betrayal?, a little angsty

Pairings: Nate Jacobs x Female Reader

Summary: In which Y/N and Nate have been sneaking around and dating behind Maddy's back until one day, Maddy catches them in the act.

You gasped and moaned out softly as Nate slowly slid inside of you, wanting to savor the feeling of stretching you out. Nate bottomed out of you and then he began to thrust into you. He didn't even start at a slow pace for you, he just started at a pretty fast pace but, you didn't give a shit. You moaned out and you held onto his shoulders tightly as he fucked into you faster.

This was the 4th time Nate had fucked you in the past hour. Ever since Maddy and Nate had broken up, all he wanted to do was fuck the shit out of you. You and Nate had been sneaking around for weeks since him and Maddy broke up. You did kind of feel bad for dating and fucking Maddy's ex but, he was so fucking hot. And god he was so fucking good in bed. He was 100% the best lay you have ever had. You gasped and your eyes rolled as Nate fucked you harder.

"Fuck, Nate!" You moaned out his name loudly as you dug your nails into his shoulders and back. He smirked when you moaned out his name. He fucking loved it when you moaned out his name like that. "Say it again, baby." Nate said with a smirk. "Nate!" You moaned his name out once again as your back arched off of the bed. Nate smirked even more and continued to thrust into you. His hand came down to wrap around your throat, you small hand coming up his arm before you wrapped your small, delicate hand around his wrist.

After a few minutes Nate let go of your throat and paused his thrusting for a moment so he could reposition you, putting a pillow under your ass before he began to fuck you again, his cock at a new angle reaching deeper inside of you. You eyes rolled and you moaned out loudly as Nate continued to fuck you harder and faster. "I- fuck!" You moaned out as you felt that familiar knot growing inside of your stomach and you knew that you were going to cum any second now.

You then clenched around Nate's hard cock, signaling to him that you were about to cum. "Fuck baby, you gonna cum?" He asked before he groaned out. "Shit! Yes! I'm gonna cum!" You screamed. "Come on, cum, cum for me, sweet girl." He said. With that your eyes rolled back and your legs began to tremble as you gushed all over his cock. Nate continued to thrust into you, chasing his own high. "Come on baby, milk me for all I've got." He groaned out. You clenched around him once again and he groaned out and his dick began to twitch inside of you as he came inside of you, shooting his seeds deep inside of you.

He pulled out of you only to flip you over onto your stomach and thrusting back into your cum-soaked core once again. You whined from the feeling of overstimulation as he began to thrust into your abused pussy once again. "Come on baby, you can take one more. Give me one more." Nate said. As Nate was fucking you, you both jumped when you herd pounding on his door. Both of you jumped when you herd the pounding on his door.

"Nate! Why the hell is Y/N's car outside?!" You her Maddy scream on the other side of the door. You and Nate both looked at eachother wide-eyed and didn't know what the fuck you should do. Nate quickly pulled out of you and got dressed while you quickly got dressed as well. Maddy was going to fucking kill you. You would literally be dead by morning. You wouldn't blame her for being mad though, you did break the girl code. "Quick! Get into my closet, now!" Nate whispered. You nodded and quickly ran to Nate's closet and shut the door before sitting down in the dark.

You herd Nate clear his throat and head for the door. You were hoping that Nate would be able to come up with a pretty damn good excuse but, you were really hoping that Maddy wouldn't find you in the closet with your hair and makeup a mess and your clothing messed up as well. You rested your head against the wall of the closet and panic grew in your stomach when you herd Nate open his bedroom door. "Look, Maddy, I can explain everything." You herd Nate say calmly. "You better." Maddy said. Well, it was show time.

a/n: I hope y'all enjoyed this fic!

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honeybear-yammy · 2 years

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Mine

Warnings: cursing, smut, jealously, rough!Nate, mean!Nate, oral sex

Pairings: Nate Jacobs x Female Reader

Summary: In which Nate takes Y/N out on a date but, Fezco shows up which makes Nate jealous.

Prompts

"You're so fucking hot when you're mad."

"I'm not jealous! It's just... you're mine!"

You and Nate got out of his car once you arrived to the fancy restaurant. It was your date night with Nate and he wanted to take you somewhere nice and special tonight. You would have been fine with just a date night at his place or your place but, he insisted on making this special for you.

He took your hand and the two of you walked inside of the restaurant. He got the reservations checked and then took you to a table by the window. You had a gorgeous view of the moon and the stars. The sight that you saw out the window made you smile.

"This was so sweet of you to take me here baby." You said with a smile as you looked over at him. "Thank you, Nate." You said with a smile.

"You're welcome Y/N." He said smiling back. "I'd do anything for you, you deserve a nice night out." He said. You smiled and sat down at the table. He sat across from him and while the two of you were waiting for the waiter, you reached over and held his hand with a smile.

The waiter came over to take your orders. You both ordered and then the waiter walked away, bringing your orders to the kitchen. The two of you just talked and flirted while you both waited for your meals.

As the two of you were talking, you noticed your friend Fezco come in. You smiled when you saw him. Fezco was one of your male best friends. The two of you had known eachother for years and years. He was like a big brother to you.

Nate noticed you looking at Fezco and his jaw clenched. You looked back to Nate and saw how pissed off he looked. You sighed. This always happened when Fezco was around you, Nate and Fezco hated each other.

It was mainly on Nate's end though. He was super protective of you and didn't like other men being around you. You had tried to tell him more than once that Fezco was just a friend, that you would never leave him, that there was nothing going on between the two of you, but he still got jealous easily.

Fezco saw you from across the room and a smile grew on his face when he saw you. You smiled back and waved at him. Nate was beyond pissed at this point. He got up out of his chair. You looked up at him confused.

At the same time, Fezco was walking over to you. You smiled and got up before hugging him when he walked over. He hugged back tightly.

"It's so nice to see you Y/N!" He said with a smile.

"It's really great to see you too!" You said smiling back.

"If you and Nate want, you could sit with my girlfriend and I, we could have a double date." Fezco said. Before you could answer, Nate interrupted you.

"We were just leaving." Nate said coldly.

"I- but Nate, we have not even ate yet." You said.

"I don't care, we are leaving. Now." He said. Before you could protests, Nate grabbed you by your wrists and pulled you out of the restaurant like you were a child. Fezco and his girlfriend stood there confused on what just happened.

"I can walk to the car myself! I'm not a child!" You snapped as you pulled your wrists out of his grip.

"Stop being so difficult." Nate said with a growl as he grabbed your wrists again and pulled you to the car. He opened the passenger door and got you in and buckled you before shutting the door. He walked around to the drivers side and got in before driving off.

The car ride back to Nate's was silent. His nails dug into the steering wheel as he drove the two of you home. You could see that his jaw was still clenched, his knuckles were white. You looked out the window quietly, you knew that you were in for it when he got you home.

He pulled into the driveway and got out of the car. Before you could get yourself out of the car, he opened your door and pulled you out of the car.

"I can get out of the car myself!" You snapped.

"Shut up." Nate said as he threw your over his shoulder. He kicked the passenger door shut and then walked inside the house with you over his shoulder. You were protesting as he did so. He didn't listen to a word you said.

He took you upstairs and into his bedroom. He tossed you onto the bed and then shut his bedroom door before locking it, making sure you couldn't run off. You sat up on your elbows and watched him. Just now you noticed how fucking hot he looked when he was mad.

"Holy shit.." You breathed out.

"What?" He asked, his jaw still clenched.

"You're so fucking hot when you're mad." You said as you bit your lip.

"Stop trying to kiss up." He said with a growl.

"I'm not! I mean it." You said still biting your lip. "Plus, what would I need to kiss up for? I did nothing wrong. You are the one who was acting like a child tonight." You snapped. He stood there silent for a minute and then sighed.

He knew you were right. You didn't do anything wrong, it was all on him. He knew that he acted like a dick. He looked at you. You could tell that he felt bad for the way he acted tonight.

"Look, I'm sorry baby." He said calmly.

"Why did you get so jealous?" You asked.

"I'm not jealous! It's just... you're mine!" He said. You sighed and sat up on your knees at the end of the bed. You grabbed his hands gently and pulled him over to you.

"Listen baby, you don't need to get jealous. I'm yours, all yours.... always." You said softly. He smiled a little when you said that. You smiled back and gently pulled him down so you could plant a soft, loving kiss to his lips.

"I'm so sorry baby." He apologized again.

"It's okay." You said softly and smiled warmly.

"Can I make it up to you?" He asked. You could see that his eyes had darkened a bit so you knew that his way of making it up to you was going to be sexual. You just nodded and bit your lip again. He picked you up and took you off the bed for a moment.

He helped you get out of your dress and then out of your bra and panties until you were fully bare. He took a step back for a moment so he could see you better, admire your body. He then pulled you in for a kiss before gently pushing you down onto the bed.

You scooted up so you head was resting on the pillow. He got onto the bed and then spread your legs wide open. He looked up at you one more time before diving in. You gasped and moaned out when he did so.

Your hands flew to his hair as he sucked on your clit. You moaned out as you fingers tangled in his hair. As he was sucking on your clit, his fingers found their way to your wet pussy. He then began to tease your hole with his fingers a little.

You whined and tugged on his hair as he did so. He smirked seeing how fucking needy you were for him so, he wasted no time and slid two fingers into your soaking core. You gasped and threw your head back.

You tugged on his hair again. He began to thrust his fingers into you. He picked up the pace with every thrust until he was fucking you at an ungodly pace with his fingers. You moaned out and your back arched off the bed.

He was always so fucking good at eating pussy. And he was really fucking good with his fingers too. It took him no time to find your g-spot. His fingers began to hit your g-spot over and over again making you moan out louder.

You felt that familiar knot brewing in your stomach as you tugged on his hair harder and your back arched off the bed again. You clenched around his fingers, signaling to him that you were about to cum.

"Come on, cum for me sweet girl." He said against your pussy. With that your eyes rolled back and your legs began to tremble as you came hard on his fingers and tongue. He took his mouth and fingers away from your pussy before sitting up.

He then took his fingers and sucked your sweet juices off of them until his fingers were clean. You bit your lip while he did so. You then sat up with a small smile as you were catching your breath.

"Well, I should go wash up." You said as you were about to get up but, Nate stopped you.

"No no, I'm not done making it up to you yet baby." He said with a smirk. It was going to be a long night.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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malereadermaniac · 6 months

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Toxic ~ Nate Jacobs x Male Reader

He bullied the shit out of you for being gay

Not regular bullying, but like psychological shit

Nate would make small comments about you to a crowd of people, making you uncomfortable for the rest of the night

Or when the two of you were left alone in a room he would call you a f@g when you try to make conversation

However late at night, your phone would be buzzing with notifications from him snapping you

But you were popular, so he couldn't harass you too much - especially once you became friends with maddy

You were a regular at parties, so he'd see you there

Every time nate got drunk, he'd catch his eyes on you more than he'd like

On your body, warm from the heat of everyone dancing and the alcohol in your system

It didn't help that like everyone else, you dressed like a model everytime you left the house - but at parties that was tenfold

You wore virtually no clothes, pretty much forcing Nate's eyes to glue to your thighs, your waist, your ass as it peaked out from your shorts

He also liked how you kept your body hairless, just like Maddy

He would be repulsed if you didn't, so when you raise your arms as you dance, he notices your freshly shaved arms and armpits

After Maddy and Nate were finally broken up, more parties happened

And even though girls tried and succeded to get with Nate, he didn't care for them

They were hookups to him, he noticed them once they put themselves out in front of him

But you

Nate noticed you the second you walked into any party

Maybe it was because when you walked in, people rushed to you to say hi and kiss and hug

But he couldn't deny that when he arrived at any party, part of him was scanning the room for you

Nate fucking hated it

He couldn't even admit it to himself that he piqued an interest in you

He reminded himself that he wasn't gay, he wasn't a f@g he would say to himself

Nate was tipsy and couldn't take his eyes off of you

He would try to find things he hated about you, but he just thought of how hot you looked as you danced with your friends, guys all up on you after they've had a couple of drinks

He noticed you were heading to the bathroom, so after taking a quick shot of whatever he could find, he followed you

Once you got into the bathroom of whoever was hosting that night, Nate forced his way in and locked the door behind him

"What the fuck Nate!?" You shout, scared by the current situation

"Shut up.." Nate mumbles as he gets closer to you

His rough hand cups tour cheek

You look up at the muscular Jock, his eyes hazy looking into yours

Nate focused on your lips, then your eyes, then you lips again

His hand was warm on your cheek

He gave in finally and kissed you

It felt warm, definitely wet and definitely very passionate

Like Nate had been waiting a while to do this

A moan slipped out of your mouth into his as the two of you made out

Nates other hand snaking around your waist

You can feel his muscles against your body as Nate moans into your mouth, his hand on your cheek feeling hot

Nates tongue toyed with yours as you closed your eyes, his fingers tracing circles on your skin

You felt his hard-on poke you, Nate groaning into your mouth as he pushes his dick against yours

He picks you up, Nates strong, huge arms holding you up from under your thighs, your arms around his neck as the two of you keep making-out

The sound of lips crashing against one another and muffled moans echo inside the bathroom

Nate grinds his hard dick up against your ass

You feel lightheaded and hot, breaking the kiss and gasping for air, resting your forehead on Nates built shoulder

"Hey... Help me out here, (y/n)" Nate whispers breathlessly into your ear, making a point of grinding up against you

"Oh yeah? And how should I do that?" You reply, just as breathlessly

More kissing takes place as Nate let's you down from his arms

His hot tongue dancing around yours, Nates rough, big hands rubbing all over your body

You get on your knees and Nate leans against the sink counter, his body looking godly as you look up at Nate with hooded eyes

He was big, you could feel it through his loose shorts

You remember little from that night, but you definitely remember the sounds that Nate made, he was convinced that was the best head of his life

The two of you became a regular thing, he would bully u less in exchange for late night hookups in his car

He would pull up to your house, text you to come outside and wouldn't say a word to you until he pulled up to your hookup spot

The drive over was always interesting, you'd always wear something Nate liked, you could see his dick hard in his pants and Nate would look over at every chance he got but he would stay silent

He would put your seat down and start kissing you, the windows steaming up as the two of you dry hump each other as you make out

He would start gently with you, but soon Nate would get too horny and fuck you senseless

It was never more than that, you didn't allow yourself to fall for Nate cause he bullied u and was a closeted cunt

He was a dick after the two of you fucked, he would let you both calm down and then tell you to dress back up

He'd drive you home and say "night" and that's all

But Nate was surely falling for you though, after sex he could pretend to fall asleep just to hold you

His big body on top of yours, your cum and his drying on yours and his stomach, sweat making you stick to his seat but tiredness allowing you to fall asleep with him

He liked how big he was compared to you, Nate would get up after you fall asleep and admire you

He hated himself for it, but in the moment he couldn't care less

You looked hot, covered in his spit and sweat and cum, looking peaceful and moonlit as you sleep

Nate eventually invested in baby wipes that he would keep in his car, wiping you down gently as you slept, dressing you up and driving you home, but once you wake up, Nate would continue with his silence and drop you home with a short "night"

But you'd notice... you were wearing his sweatshirt

His massive sweatshirt which smelt like him and felt warm against your skin...

Fuck. You like the cunt that bullied you relentlessly and that is very much closeted

But after that, the two of u became somewhat exclusive (only secretly) Nate really showed how toxic he gets

Cause nobody knew the two of you were a thing, girls would jump on him and he would do nothing about it

Maddy didn't dare talk to him, she was better than that, but other girls definitely tried to get with Nate

He never actually did anything with them, but Nate didn't care that you saw how they all flirted with him, and he really didn't care how that made you feel

Most nights would end in arguments over text on Nate's harem of girls that would flirt with him

He would always play innocent and call you crazy, but you'd never let him gaslight you, so most nights the two of you wouldn't be on talking terms

That is until he goes through the effort of posting an "I'm sorry" card through your letterbox

He won your little game everytime he apologised, because you're always sure he means it, that is until he fucks up again the next day

One day you had enough, binned his letter and stopped talking to him

Nate was fuming, he spend 6 hours in the gym that day

You had 23 un-opened snaps and messages from him

It stressed him out you wouldn't talk to him - he did like you, he was also frustrated that you were withholding sex, but most of all he was terrified you would out him

He heard that you had a free house that day and turned up at your house, forcing hid way in when you opened the door - reminiscing of thaf first night

A lot of shouting ensued

But after that... a LOT of making out followed

You were sat on your bed, grinding against eachother, you sat on Nate's lap as you made out for ages

Once Nate started begging to let him fuck you, you stripped down for him

At some point during the night, you though you had broken your bed, from the amount of creaking you two were causing

But the night ended well nonetheless

Nate made you watch as he blocked everyone of the girls that liked him

The two of you made out until you were too tired to keep going

Nate slept over for the first time, he felt comfortable

You body against his, sleeping on his huge chest

For the first time ever, Nate wasn't arguing with himself over his very homo actions

He just let himself feel you and enjoy you as he fell asleep

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kisinthehouse · 3 months

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Could you do like a Nate Jacobs smut but where he’s actually good and not an asshole like he is in the show?

ofc love!

Nate Jacobs x Reader

Warning(s)- Drinking, Unprotected P in V, Oral (f receiving), Kissing, Creampie, Slight Exhibitionism, Dub-Con

You walk through the crowded party, scanning the rooms full of people for your very tall boyfriend. You soon find him with a small group of friends sporting a beer in one hand and talking with exaggerated hand movements, clearly intoxicated. You and Nate have been dating for 4 months at this point, and you guys are about to spend your first Christmas together. Christmas break just started and one of the guys on the football team decided to throw a massive party to celebrate. As you walk up to Nate, he smiles drunkenly at you and completely stops talking to look your way.

You, having already had multiple shots of vodka with your friends earlier, stumble into his arms and smile up at him as you start to pull him away from the crowds of people, and into a more secluded area of the house. He looks down at you in the dim light and sets his beer down on the small table next to you before leaning down and kissing you softly. He pulls away slowly and starts mumbling about how much he loves you, how pretty you are, and a mix of drunken words strung together. He quickly decides that he’d rather be kissing you, and you drunkenly smile into the kiss and wrap your arms around his neck to pull Nate closer to you as he softly pushes you into the wall, being careful not to hurt you. Even though you are both in a “public” space, the thought never crossed either of your minds that it was possible to get caught. You were both too immersed in each other to remember that you were at an extremely packed party with people everywhere. His body pushes you further up the wall as you wrap your legs around his waist as the kiss becomes more heated. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approaching you both has you pulling away from each other while trying to catch your breath.

After the very intoxicated girl stubbles past you both, you decide to try and find a more private room to continue. You both trail along the hallways until you find an unoccupied bathroom and hurry into it. Nate quickly locks the door and presses you against the sinks counter while deeply kissing you again. Everything is rushed and it gives you both a sense of euphoria as the music from the party is still loudly playing outside of the door. His hands move up your thighs and under your short dress, hitching it up to your hips and moving his hand against your clit through your underwear. Your hand finds his hard dick through his jeans, the outline of it is already big and you feel your desire for him growing even more as the moments pass. You quickly move to undo his belt as his fingers move faster against your clit before he hooks a finger in each side of your underwear straps and pulls them down your thighs until they're hanging off of one of your ankles. You get his belt unbuckled fast and he unzips his jeans before shoving both them and his boxers down his thighs so they pool at his feet.

Your hand wraps around his dick, giving it a few strokes before he moves closer to you and gets on his knees in front of you. His lips move closer to your core before they attach to your clit and he looks up at you. “She’s fucking sobbing baby”, Nate says, his voice cracking softly before he reattaches himself to your clit and starts to eat you out messily. You moan softly and quickly move your fingers to his hair and pull it roughly, guiding him closer to your core and moving against his mouth softly.

Before he can get any further, you pull him up away from your pussy and kiss him desperately before wrapping your hand around his dick and lining him up with your entrance and looking up at him with pleading eyes “please”. He groans softly as he thrusts into you slowly, letting you adjust to him and his size. His hands move to the front of your dress and he pulls it down so your tits are spilling out the top of it and he grabs onto one of them while his other hand grips your thigh tightly, sure to leave delicious bruises the next day. You moan softly as your hand holds onto his bicep, and his thrusts become more meaningful. He looks down at you and kisses down your chest as he breathlessly says “so fucking pretty”. Your eyes roll back and he moves even harder, pushing your back against the sinks mirror that’s hanging on the wall behind you both. The sound of heavy breathing, quiet i love yous, and skin slapping together are the only noises that can be heard in the small bathroom. As you both kiss each other desperately, you feel the knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter as Nate somehow moves deeper inside of you. He moves one of your thighs higher up on his waist and shifts his hips ever so slightly so he is even deeper in you. You moan out loudly, and Nate knows how close you are. You look up at him and start to beg him quickly “please Nate, please baby” and he nods his head as his thrusts grow quicker. Both of his hands move to your waist and he groans softly as you clench around him tightly, cumming silently with your mouth open and your eyes squeezed shut. Nate’s thrusts slow down as he finishes deep inside of you, and you moan softly.

He lays his head down on your chest as you both try to catch your breath. He helps clean you up, and you both re-adjust your clothing and fix your appearances before he pulls you close and kisses you softly. You look at each other in the horrible bathroom lighting and smile. You don’t know how you got this lucky.

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annwrites · 18 hours

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exactly what he needs, pt. 4 ♡ ⋆｡˚ | other parts here

— pairing: nate jacob x fem!reader

— type: ficlet (multi-chapter)

— summary: nate & you have breakfast together, made by you. he then takes you grocery shopping, & later in the week, he finally asks you to be his!

— tags: cute lil domestic moments, you wearing nate's jersey, meeting the parents day 1, first kiss

— tw: dollification (mans isn't even trying to hide it anymore, he straight-up is tying bows in your hair now), eating, snooping, it being implied that nate has already thought about one day baby-trapping you if push-comes-to-shove, misogyny (he's so mean to cassie), threatening, f receiving oral, emotional manipulation, possessiveness

— word count: 11,661

— a/n: reader uses pads bc i use pads & we are all about self-inserts around here (i never learned how to use tampons, don't judge me). honestly, idk how nate would feel about pads. like, on the one hand, i can see him as seeing them as more "unsanitary", but also preferring it if reader is still a virgin. tbh, he prob just tries to pretend periods don't exist, & doesn't want to hear about it if you're on yours, apart from a slight heads-up & being informed once everything down there is back to normal.

i hope this doesn't seem like things are moving too fast in reader & nate already getting together, but tbf, nate & cassie had hung out for what? prob at most a couple hrs when fezco beat his ass, & then the boy is lying in the hospital thinking he's in love & wants to have babies with her. i say it's on-par for his character lol.

The next morning after your day together is the first time Nate ever shoots you a text.

A simple Good morning, sweetheart.

You stare at it for around ten minutes, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. You type up a reply, then delete it. Then type up another and backspace the entirety of it as well.

Finally, you press send on a simple Good morning. (:

Nate: Any plans for today?

You: Might clean the house a bit, then go grocery shopping.

You watch as three little dots dance on your screen, then suddenly disappear. You then suppose you’ve not supplied an incredibly interesting answer.

You toss your phone down on the bed, deciding to finally get up for the day. It’s nearly fifteen minutes later when you check your texts again and see that Nate replied…ten minutes ago.

Nate: How do you get your groceries home?

You: There’s a store not too far from here. If I don’t have very many, I usually just carry them as I walk. If I have quite a few, sometimes I take the bus.

Speaking of which, you need to check the schedule for it today and plan accordingly. That is, until Nate replies.

Nate: I can drive you there and back. I don’t mind.

You begin to type, telling him that’s completely unnecessary, but you’re not fast enough.

A text from him pops up: omw

You throw yourself back on your bed, groaning. You’ve just woken up.

You hadn’t planned to go to the store for perhaps a few more hours. You want to at least wake up first. Eat something, then clean. Even if the house is already essentially spotless, but you have a cleaning schedule you try to adhere to to keep it that way. And to give yourself something to do on the weekends in your spare time.

Which is, apart from tutoring, all you really have.

You decide to just stay in your PJs—a pair of soft blue shorts with clouds on them and a white t-shirt.

You’ve already washed your face and brushed your teeth, as well as your hair—which is now in a bun atop your head.

You make your bed, opening your curtains, letting the morning sunshine into your room before you go to the living room and flip the lock on the door to let Nate in.

You then head to the kitchen to decide on what to make for breakfast. You’re torn between eggs and bacon, or waffles, with perhaps a small side of French toast, when you hear a truck roar into your driveway.

You’re torn from your debating over breakfast by a knock on the door.

“It’s open!”

Nate enters the house, slipping off his shoes, closing the door behind him.

“I’m in the kitchen,” you call softly.

He comes to stand in the entryway. “Want me to give you a few while you get ready?”

He surely hopes you’re not the type who goes to the store in her pajamas, at least.

You turn around to look at him, leaning back against the counter behind you, crossing your arms over your chest. “Actually, I was planning on going later this afternoon. After cleaning. And eating… I haven’t had breakfast yet,” you say sheepishly.

“Shit,” he hangs his head for a moment, then looks at you again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fuck up your plans for the day. I just didn’t have anything to do this morning, so I thought I’d run over and help you out.”

You shake your head. “It’s ok. I appreciate it. You don’t have to stay if you have somewhere else you need to be.”

“I don’t. Not until this evening, at least.”

His dipshit dad wants everyone to have a family dinner together, while Nate wants to do anything else.

Like be here with you.

“Have you eaten yet?”

He has—a breakfast burrito maybe an hour ago. “No, do you want to go somewhere and get breakfast?”

“I could make us something instead?” You turn back around, opening the fridge again. “Any requests?”

He’s quiet for a moment, just taking you and this moment both in. You, still in your pajamas, having just rolled out of bed a little while ago, standing in the kitchen in the early-morning light, offering to cook for him. It’s all so…domestic. And a warm feeling forms in his chest at it—imaging this as his home with you. Imagining you’re both married and your kids are still asleep in the other room.

You glance back to him.

He shakes his head to clear it. “I’m sorry, I’ve just never done—had this before.”

“What?”

“My-” he stops himself before he can say ‘girlfriend’. “A girl cooking for me.”

Your brows furrow. “Really? Neither Cassie or Maddy ever did?”

He chuckles. “I honestly don’t think of either of them know how.”

“That’s sad,” you state simply, before turning back around. “So, do you want bacon and eggs, or waffles, pancakes…I can do French toast?”

“Whatever you want to do is fine with me.” He likes that you know how to make so many things. That you want to do so for him. He’d chosen right with you.

You turn around yet again. “You’re my guest, so you get to pick.”

He smirks, shrugging. “Bacon and eggs is fine with me.”

“How do you like your eggs?”

“Scrambled works.”

You nod, then start pulling out cookware.

Nate had stood to the side, watching as you worked, occasionally sipping on a mug of black coffee—you’d put some on just after having gotten up. He’d asked more than once if you wanted help as he watched you flit about the kitchen, but you’d only smiled and shook your head.

Finally, once breakfast is ready, you make the both of you a plate and carry them into the dining room, sitting his plate on one side of the table and yours on the other.

You take your seat before he can bother pulling it out for you. He tries not to let it irk him. He tells himself it’s because it’s a habit, since you’re in your own home. You’re not used to being catered to. But neither is he.

Thankfully, Nate had gone for a run after eating earlier, so he’s able to clean his plate. He doesn’t want your feelings hurt—for you to feel insulted—by him not eating every last bite. And it had been rather good, actually.

“You’re a good cook.”

You look up to him, beaming. “Thank you, I’m glad you liked it. Do you want anything else?”

He leans back, shaking his head. “I don’t think I can fit anymore.”

You nod, standing, taking both your plates into the kitchen, placing them in the dishwasher.

You return to the dining room and remain silent as Nate types a message out on his phone, looking up to you as he tucks it back into his pocket.

“I’ll get dressed and then we can head out.”

He stands. “It’s warm out.”

You smile. “Thanks for the forecast.”

He smirks. “You could—if you want to—wear the skirt and top I bought you.”

You’d hung everything up to dry last night and had truthfully forgotten about all of it until his just-now reminding you.

“Unless you don’t like them?”

You shake your head. “No, I do. I just…I wish you had asked me first.”

“Would you have let me get them for you if I had?”

You wrap your arms around yourself. “Probably not.”

“Then I made the right decision to make it a surprise.”

He heads in the direction of your bedroom, then, and you trail after him. “I just don’t understand why.”

You feel stupid, speaking to the back of his head.

He comes to sit in the swing-chair in the corner of your room. “Why what?”

“Why you bought me everything you did. I looked up the necklace, how much it costs…”

He’s unphased by it, knowing he’d spent well over a grand on you yesterday. But in truth, it hadn’t been nearly the amount he’d wanted to spend.

He'd wanted—more than anything—to take you into a lingerie store and blow a ton of cash on you there, watching you try on everything he asked you to. But he knew better. For now, at least.

“So I wanted to get you a few nice things. You act like it’s some sort of terrible thing for me to have done.”

You sit on the corner of your bed, facing him. “I’m very grateful. For all of it. I just…I hope you don’t think you need to buy my friendship, Nate. I’m not going anywhere.”

It has nothing to do with friendship. But he can’t tell you just how much it turns him on: spoiling you, buying you expensive things, the idea of you being covered in him—from shoes, to clothes, to jewelry, to perfume and more. It gets him off—makes getting off easier, in truth. Until he has your body to do that with, that is, at least.

He leans forward. “I’m glad to hear that. But you don’t have to worry—I never thought I did.”

He glances to your closet. “Do you want to get dressed?”

“I should probably check to make sure everything is dry. I hung everything up last night.”

You leave your bedroom, heading in the direction of the laundry room.

Meanwhile, Nate stands, finally having a moment alone in your room. He wrenches open the drawer on your bedside table and is met with a couple remotes, a book, a few hair ties, a charging cable…nothing of interest. So he closes it.

Heart pounding, he peeks out your bedroom door—you’re nowhere to be seen—and he then opens the top drawer of your dresser next. Ever-organized, your panties are all in individual cubbies—all cotton, some solid colors, others with patterns printed across them, like small flowers and stars. He picks up a bra. White, with a bit of lace, a small bow in the front, another sage-green. Everything utterly virginal. He digs, but finds not one sex toy.

Perhaps you have them elsewhere.

He jumps when he hears a door close. He steps into the hall a moment and sees the bathroom door is now shut.

He returns to your room, getting on the floor and looking under your bed, where there’s only a couple vacuum-sealed bags full of clothes. He then quietly opens your closet. On the top shelf are a few boxes. He pulls down a shoe box, which, unsurprisingly, has a pair of brand new tennis shoes inside. He puts it back, pulling down another.

And it’s full of old Polaroids. They’re all from when you were younger. You and your dad, another of the two of you, a photo of a butterfly, another of a dog looking up at the camera, and he nearly drops the box when he finds a picture of the two of you. The pair of you can’t be more than six or seven-years-old, both of you smiling toothy grins up at the camera.

He flips it over. Written in faded blue ink on the back, it reads “Nate + Y/N ‘05”. He pockets the picture, putting the lid back on the box and setting it back in your closet.

He stops snooping and sits back in his previous seat, unable to remember the picture ever having been taken. He wonders if you do.

When you finally emerge from the bathroom, Nate is still sitting in the corner of your room, his head leaned back and eyes closed, hands folded in his lap.

You silently sit on the edge of your bed, folding your legs over one another, draping your new pink skirt over them. You don't want to wake him, so just as you begin to consider changing back, closing your door and cleaning the house while he rests, he slowly opens his eyes.

"If you'd like to take a nap, you can."

He shakes his head, looking you over. You look perfect. For the most part. "Don't want to wear your necklace today?"

You glance to the robin's-egg colored box on top of your dresser. In truth, you're a bit paranoid about wearing something so expensive. What if the chain breaks and by the time you realize, it's long-gone?

You then look back to him, watching as he stands, opens the small box, then removes the necklace inside.

He comes to sit down behind you, slipping the chain around your neck, fastening it into place.

He then begins to tug the hairband from your ponytail.

You half-turn your head back toward him. "What're you-"

"Do you mind if I do your hair for you?"

You're starting to wonder if Nate has some hidden interest in hair-styling.

"I...I guess not."

He slips your hairband free, it coming to rest on his wrist along with the one he'd taken from you yesterday.

You sit there silently, enjoying the feeling of someone else's fingers in your hair once again, your cheeks growing warm as you feel him pull one side of your hair into a pigtail—something you're not quite sure about, but you decide to only make a judgement once he's finished.

He then does the same with the other side, smoothing some hair down your back, before gripping both your upper arms. "Done."

You stand, walking over to the mirror set atop your dresser and expecting the half-up, half-down style. One pigtail on either side, the rest of your hair against your back.

"I think you look really pretty like that," he says from the bed behind you.

Who knew the star-quarterback had hidden hair-dressing talents.

You turn back around to him. "So when do I get to do your hair?"

He raises a brow.

"I could put clips and bows and ribbons-"

"Do you have ribbons?"

He...he can't seriously want you to put one in his hair...

"Yes."

He stands. "Where?"

"In the bathroom, the second drawer below the sink."

He leaves you standing there as he goes to rifle through them, returning a moment later with two that match the color of your skirt.

"Nate-"

"Turn around."

You're not sure that you appreciate his demanding tone, but do as he says nevertheless.

Once you have bows tied around either pigtail, Nate puts his hand against the small of your back. "Let's head out."

When the two of you arrive at the store, you go to get out, until Nate stops you by grabbing your left hand. "Wait for me to get it."

You sit back in your seat and wait for him to come around to your side. Once the door is open, you speak. "You don't have to come in with me if you'd rather wait here. I know grocery shopping, well, shopping in general, can be tedious."

He shrugs. "I don't mind."

He takes your hand, helping you down and shuts the door, leading you inside.

Nate stays close to your side as you toss various items into your cart—paying acute attention to each thing you do. You don't get a terrible amount of junk food, but he wishes you'd forgo the cereal. He'd already told you from here on out he'd be bringing you breakfast every morning.

He studies what kind of conditioner you use, what kind of lady razor, even your morning facial-wash. He briefly daydreams about getting you ready for the day—the detailed process he would go through to make you look like his own perfect living doll.

It's when you're in the frozen foods aisle that you briefly pause as he pretends to look over the frozen pizzas, when he's actually watching you. Watching you stare at a couple across the way, giggling and kissing each other, the girl's hand resting over her swollen belly, that is.

Hurt flashes across your features and he briefly grows angry, wondering if it's jealousy—if you know the man.

He steps over to you. "Do you know them?"

You jump in surprise at his presence, having been lost in your thoughts. You shake your head, throwing a bag of frozen vegetables in the cart. "No." You're quiet for a moment. "I was just thinking."

"About?"

You look at the happy pair again. "What that must feel like."

He places his palm against the small of your back, refusing to remove it for the rest of the shopping trip.

Nate of course takes it upon himself to not only load every single grocery bag into the bed of his truck, but also unloading and bringing every one into the kitchen once you're home. He simply watches from a kitchen island stool as you put them away.

He eventually excuses himself to your bathroom, deciding to finally cross the boundary of going through your medicine cabinet.

He locks the door, turning the faucet on as he first goes through the cabinet under your sink first. Some toilet paper, a box of pads, some pantiliners, cotton balls, cotton pads—basic bathroom paraphernalia.

He then starts pulling open drawers. One he's already familiar with, it's filled with small baskets which hold elastics, hair bands, bows, clips, headbands and the like. Another houses hot-tools: a curling iron, which looks barely-used, a straightener, which has clearly been well-loved—the company name all but rubbed off of it, even an old crimping iron, and a blow-dryer.

He moves onto the last drawer, which just has extra toothpaste, toothbrushes, some lotion, triple antibiotic, extra shaving gel, and some other odds-and-ends.

Finally, he opens the medicine cabinet, curious if you're on birth control. If so, that will be coming to a stop immediately. Not only does he hate the horrid list of side effects that come with it, but once the two of you start fucking, he wants to be in complete control of your reproductive options.

Needs to be if... Well, if he eventually decides he can't live without you and has to resort to drastic options to keep the two of you permanently connected for the rest of your lives, he'll have that option.

But all he finds is some Tylenol, Advil, expired allergy pills, an old prescription bottle with your dad's name on it, a bottle of mouthwash, a small cup of bobby pins, some q-tips, and a couple—of course—clean makeup brushes, a few other items here and there.

He quickly searches the shower and just finds a few bottles of various kinds of soap.

Finally, he flushes the toilet, turns the water off, and comes to join you in the kitchen.

Nate had left not longer after you'd finished cleaning the house, him offering to help, but you telling him you could never ask a guest to do such a thing, so he'd instead sat on the couch, idly watching football, fantasizing once again about you being his perfect little housewife. Cooking and cleaning and grocery shopping for him, allowing him to dress you up and show you off.

It's in the moment as he watches you humming to yourself as you dust off the mantle that he decides this Thursday you'll finally be his.

Nate continues on with the studying ruse to continue spending one-on-one time with you.

Monday, you'd done exactly as he'd asked: you'd worn the white dress, a pair of flats with it even, your new necklace, a hint of blush, and you'd even curled your hair, which had made him hard near-instantly.

It had taken everything in him not to hold your hand as the two of you walked into school. As soon as he spotted Lexi—the ridiculous look on her face as she watched the two of you—he pulled you in the other direction before you could see her yourself, seating you with him and his friends. When you had brought up going to find Lexi, he'd merely told you he thought it might be nice for you to meet some new people that morning.

He knew by their expressions that his friends had wanted to say something—anything about you—perhaps throw around some vulgar jokes, but the death-glare he greeted them with instead kept them talking about football and some party that had gone on this last weekend, which he'd been unaware of, too concerned with filling his time with you.

As the week went on, the two of you began to text more and more. You woke up everyday to him and went to sleep to messages from him. He'd even called you once, and the two of you chatted for almost an hour about everything and nothing. He would've been content to stay up all night listening to your voice, until you had gotten off the phone, telling him you were going to sleep and you would see him in the morning.

You had no idea he was outside of your house that night, watching your bedside lamp flicker off.

Thursday after school, once the two of you are finished studying, Nate finally takes the plunge, praying to fucking God he gets what he's been dying to have for the last two weeks.

He pulls out his extra jersey from his bookbag, handing it to you.

You look up to him, confused.

"I thought you could wear it tomorrow to school, and the game that night."

You look down at it, the metallic number '18' on the front, then back up to him once more. "Isn't...isn't wearing a player's jersey to school something girlfriends usually do?"

He scoots the least bit closer to you, his legs on either side of your chair. He reaches up, gently gripping the back of your neck, light enough that it seems just a sweet gesture, but he knows what he means it as: him touching what is about to belong to him.

"Would that be such a bad thing?"

You blink once, twice. "What?"

He takes one of your hands in his free one. "Listen, the last few weeks," even if he knows it's only been two, but so little time together sounds...not the best out loud, "spending time with you has been a welcome change in my life. I know it started out as just tutoring, and we can keep doing that, of course. But, Y/N, I really, really like you. Being around you is just...so fucking easy. You're easy to talk to, to hang out with, to text with. And you're incredibly beautiful. And kind. And smart. Honestly, I could go on for the next hour, if not longer, about all your admirable qualities. Suffice to say that I'm very-much interested in being with you. And if you feel the same way that I do, then maybe we can give this a shot."

A strange, uneasy feeling comes over you. You tell yourself it's because you've never been asked out before. Never had someone show such blatant interest in you before like this. You're used to being alone, so of course the idea of being with someone—anyone—but especially Nate Jacobs, star football player, his dad's name being a household name in East Highland, and the guy every girl at school seems to want—seems unthinkable.

"I...I didn't think I was your type."

So does that mean you have thought about it? Being with him?

He runs his thumb over your knuckles. "I didn't think so either. But that's precisely why I think you're so good for me. You're not attention-seeking. Dating girls like that in the past has caused me nothing but trouble. You're not superficial. You care about shit—see things—in ways others just don't. Not at our age, at least. Not at our school. You're mature, responsible, know how to take care of yourself..."

He trails off, wanting you to reply. To just say yes. To give yourself to him.

"I don't know about this..."

His grip on your hand tightens just the smallest bit. "What's your concern?"

"How do I know you're not rebounding, from Cassie or Maddy?"

He shakes his head. "I'm not. I should've been done with Maddy a long time ago for the way she treated me. What she did at McKay's...I can never forgive that. And Cassie was a mistake from the first moment. We had both been drinking. And I just...I wasn't thinking clearly. But I am now. And I know what I want."

You look down to your lap. "And what if I screw things up? I've never dated someone before. I'd have no idea what to even do."

"Nothing here has to change. Not really. Us being together just means spending more time together." He fights back a smirk. "And me finally getting to kiss you."

Your head jerks up.

"Once you're ready," he adds on, knowing you'll be ready when he deems you so.

"And what if I'm just one more person to hurt or let you down?"

He feels like with that one question alone—you being so concerned for his wellbeing—he falls in love with you.

He releases your neck, now cupping your cheek. "You won't be. Do you think I haven't thought the same thing? You were abandoned by your mom. Your dad, too, essentially. The last thing I want is to be one more person to leave you. So I don't plan to.

"Listen, I'm not saying everything is going to be like a picture-perfect fairytale all the time, but I think so long as we're both happy, give each other our all, and consistently work at what we have, then we'll both be happy.

"Just in the time we've spent together, I've already opened up more to you alone than I have to anyone else in I can't tell you how long. I trust you."

He brushes the pad of his thumb over your lower lip and you want to cry from how gentle and sweet he's being—has been—with you.

Finally, you resign yourself to the likely fate of your first heartbreak.

"Okay."

His brows raise. "Yeah?"

You nod, a small smile on your face, your eyes filling with tears of joy. "Yes."

He stands, picking you up, wrapping your legs around his middle and your arms around his neck before spinning you around. "Oh, baby, I am going to make you so fucking happy."

You look down at him, and you believe it.

When you wake the next morning, you only get so far as brushing your teeth and washing your face when you hear a truck outside.

Still half-asleep, you wander to the front door and look through the peephole to see Nate coming up to it, one of his arms behind his back. You briefly wonder if you'd overslept as you flip the lock and open the door.

He comes in, pressing a kiss to your warm forehead. "Morning, angel."

You look up to him with sleepy eyes. "Am I running late?"

He smirks, thinking of the things he'd love to do with you while you're still half-asleep like this. It'd be too all easy to take control in bed.

He shakes his head. "No, I'm early," he says, pulling a bouquet of a dozen white roses out from behind his back.

You gasp lightly, taking them from him. "They're beautiful." You look up to him. "You didn't have to bring me flowers now that we're together."

It feels oddly strange to say.

He presses another kiss to your forehead. "I wanted to. It's something I want to do for you, bring my girlfriend flowers, take her on dates," he shuts the door behind him, backing you up against the wall, the flowers clutched against your chest as he places his palms on either side of you. "I hope you know I intend to spoil you fucking rotten."

Your eyes widen. "Oh."

He smirks. "C'mon, let's go get you ready."

Once you've put your flowers in a glass vase near a window in the kitchen, Nate takes your hand, leading you into the bathroom.

"Sit," he says before stopping himself, nearly opening the drawer to your straightener. He doesn't need you knowing he'd been snooping. "Straightener?"

"Uh...top drawer," you reply, seating yourself on the toilet lid

He retrieves the device, plugging it in.

As it heats up, he grabs your hairbrush from atop the sink and comes to stand behind you, running the bristles through your hair.

"You...you don't have to do my hair."

"I want to."

In truth, he wants to shave and moisturize your legs as well, then dress you in his jersey—picking out a bra and panties, too, before doing your makeup.

"Did you do this for Maddy and Cassie as well?"

He'd bought Maddy clothes, but she would've never let him dress her. Would've most-likely mocked him had he so much as given her a ponytail. Cassie was obviously a different story. "No. And we don't have to talk about them anymore. They're in the past now."

You fidget nervously with your hands. "Isn't that important—addressing our pasts to get to know one another better?"

Once your hair is free of tangles, he sets the brush down on top of the toilet tank. He then comes to stand in front of you, kneeling down to make the two of you level. "It is, but I don't want you to worry about either of them. You're the best thing for me now."

He sprays some heat-protectant on your hair before beginning to straighten it.

Nate gives you some privacy as you go over your legs with a razor one more time before getting dressed, even if you'd shaved the night previous. When you're finished, you come to stand in front of the mirror, and you simply stare.

Your hair is like it was the other day when you went grocery shopping, only, instead of ribbons on either side, he'd used hair bands that have two small balls on them that match the color of the numbering on his jersey. He'd actually done surprisingly well in doing your hair.

When you step out of the bathroom, he's waiting for you in your bedroom, his extra jersey, which you'd had hung up in your closet, now resting on your bed.

You nearly want to pinch yourself, everything seems so unreal in this moment.

He picks up the blush he'd gotten you, along with a makeup brush from your hardly-ever-used vanity and he dips it into the fine powder before gripping your chin, swiping the brush over the apples of both of your cheeks once, then twice.

You giggle nervously. "I'm starting to feel like a living-doll or something."

He smirks, snapping the compact shut, setting the materials back where they go. "I just like taking care of you."

He picks up your diamond Tiffany necklace, one more sign of his ownership over you, and clasps it around your neck.

He nods down to the jersey. "I'll let you get dressed."

Nate fights back a raging erection every mile to school. Here you sit, completely fucking covered in him, in the passenger seat of his truck. He'd done your hair, your makeup, bought the piece of jewelry you're now wearing, and his jersey hangs from your frame like a dress—he'd also picked out the white pair of tennis shoes from your closet that you're now wearing. Even eating a muffin he'd stopped to pick up for you.

He wants to pull over in a secluded spot somewhere and claim your virginity—one more part of you that will now belong to him—but he tells himself that will come soon enough.

If his plan works, you'll be in his bed, a whimpering, crying, whining, begging mess under him, sooner rather than later.

Your pussy will be his to fuck whenever and however he pleases.

He'll finally be back to no longer having to use his hand.

His fucked-up sexual fantasies of the two of you will finally get to come true

When Nate pulls into the lot, he 'accidentally' steps on one of your shoelaces after you've gotten out of the truck. He lifts you back up into your seat, setting your foot atop his knee—just like at the bowling alley—and people watch from their cars as he ties your shoe for you.

Finally, he takes your hand, firmly twining your fingers together, before locking his vehicle behind the two of you, as you walk into school together.

And you feel yourself begin to sweat nervously with every pair of eyes that turn your way, some people clearly not thinking much of it—bless those few—while others react with shocked expressions, whispering amongst themselves, eyeing you up and down, making you want to crawl inside a hole.

You look up to Nate and he looks nothing short of confident and unbothered.

You then glance over to Lexi's table and Lexi's expression somehow looks...sad? Disappointed, maybe?

Cassie, however, is shaking she's so enraged.

You quickly balk and look away from her before sitting down beside Nate, thankful you had worn a pair of black bicycle shorts under his jersey.

You drown out Nate's football friends chatting with him about tonight's game as he places his hand on your knee, then slowly moves it higher, then higher, until it's on the middle of your thigh.

You can feel your face growing warm out of mortification. What if someone sees? Thinks that the two of you are...well, already doing that.

You're torn from worrisome thoughts, thinking perhaps you'd made a mistake—you're not sure exactly what choice to consider as much—by Nate squeezing your leg.

You blink up at him. "What?"

He nods toward his friend. "He asked you a question."

You look at the young man across the table, who's maybe a year younger than the both of you, with black hair and hazel eyes, braces still on his teeth.

"I'm sorry, I guess I didn't hear you."

"I asked if you were going to be at the game tonight, since you're Nate's new girl."

"Of course she is," Nate replies for you. "She'll be in the stands cheering us onto victory. Right, baby?"

You give him a nervous smile, then nod.

He's pleased with your agreeable response.

When you get into second period, Cassie is already there, in her seat, which is just behind and diagonal to yours. You don't look at her as you lie your books on your desk, afraid to meet her eyes.

Then you hear her whisper "bitch" as you take your seat.

You slowly turn back to look at her, filled with hurt at the cruel name.

She gives you a nasty look. "What are you looking at?" She asks in a snide tone.

You turn back around without another word, fighting back tears for the rest of class, unable to think of anything else but how she'd always been so nice to you, and now despises you.

Once class is over, you go out to your locker, so distracted that you don't see Nate leaning against the one next to it with a smile meant only for you.

A smile that immediately disappears when he sees the sullen look on your face, and your bloodshot eyes.

You fumble with your lock twice before finally getting your locker open.

"What's wrong?"

You nearly jump at the sound of his voice.

You shake your head, setting your books back on their shelves with shaking hands. "N-nothing."

He leans down closer to you and speaks gently, quietly. "Something happened. Tell me."

He isn't going to take no for an answer.

You shake your head and he feels his fuse growing shorter. "Did someone say something to you?"

You look up to him. "I don't want to cause any trouble."

He delicately laces his fingers through your hair. "You won't. Just tell me what happened, sweetheart."

You shift from one foot to the other, clutching one of your textbooks to your chest. "Cassie. She-"

His tone grows hard. "What did she do?"

"When I got into class she called me a bitch. I wasn't...I wasn't sure if I heard her correctly. I turned around to look at her and she just...she had such a mean look on her face and asked me what I was looking at, so I just turned around."

He clenches his jaw so hard he's sure it will break. If that stupid whore ruins what he'd just gotten to finally happen with you—making you his—he'll fucking kill her. Actually kill her.

He wants to make a scene right in the middle of the hallway, wants to show you just how far he's willing to go protect you, even just your feelings, but he knows it will only frighten you away. Showing his devotion to you in extreme measures is something that will have to come in time.

He presses a firm kiss to your forehead, staring down Cassie across the way, who's watching the both of you with a devastated look on her face. He then looks down at you, lifting your chin until your eyes are looking into his own. "Just ignore her. She's jealous. That's all it is. Eventually she'll get over it and move onto her next flavor-of-the-month."

You nod, grabbing the rest of your things for third period.

He smiles down at you, brushing his knuckles against your cheek. "I'll be there in a minute. I'm going to run to the restroom first."

You nod, heading to class.

Once you're out of sight, he makes a b-line for Cassie.

And the dumb bitch is stupid enough to actually smile at him.

When he reaches her, he slams her locker shut with one hand—causing her to jump—keeping it firmly in place against it as he stares her down. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

She shakes some hair off of her shoulder, looking up to him, back straight, eyes pensive. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"That's complete fucking bull. Y/N told me what happened in second period." He lowers his voice so only she can hear. "Let's get one thing straight, you desperate whore, if you screw this up for me, you won't like what happens to you. You have no idea the things I'm capable of—the lengths I'm willing to go to—when someone tries to destroy my life or take someone I love away from me."

She flinches at that—him admitting it—his feelings for you. And after such a short time...

"We had our fun, now I'm done with you, just like the other half of the male student population here. The fuck did you really think was going to happen with us? Did you think we'd...what? Get married, have kids, and live in a cul-de-sac in some fantasy where you're actually a good person that any man would deem worthy of marriage? I got exactly what I wanted and threw your ass to the curb when I got bored and you started acting fucking psychotic."

He points his finger at her face and she shrinks back against a locker, tears stinging her eyes. "Stay the fuck away from me, and even further away from Y/N. If I find out you've said another word—so much as come near her... Just try me, Cass."

With that, he steps away, heading to third period.

After school, Nate drops you off, promising he'll be back that evening to pick you up before the game, and you give him a soft kiss on the cheek before he leaves.

Once you're alone, for some reason, you feel like you can finally breathe. Like some weight had been bearing down on your chest all day and has suddenly lifted.

You blame it on the crowded halls and your noisy classmates.

You leave your hair the way it is, but change into something more comfortable before finding something to eat and sitting down to do homework.

In the middle of finishing your math homework, you begin to think of what had happened with Cassie. It had hurt your feelings, but you aren't angry. If anything, you feel sad on her behalf. While she was, of course, partly to blame, she'd still lost her best friend and boyfriend both, as well as earning herself an even worse reputation around school. You tell yourself the anger isn't necessarily directed at you. That's she's just lashing out in general due to being hurt and alone, and you're an easy target.

You're not sure trying to make nice with her is a good idea, however.

Your phone buzzes, ripping you away from your worries about Maddy trying to come after you next, even if she seems to have far less interest in you and Nate—minus that day in the parking lot—when you check it. You see that it's from Nate.

Nate: Be by around 6 to pick you up.

You: See you then. (:

Nate: Make sure to wear my jersey. 🏈

You grin at his finally using emojis.

You: I will. ��️

You're left with a little over two hours to yourself before he'll be there to pick you up again. So you take another shower, knowing you sweated a bit more than usual today, then lie back on your bed and try to distract yourself with a movie.

Shortly before six, you dress in Nate's jersey again, and a fresh pair of panties and bicycle shorts before going out to sit on the swing in front of your house to wait for him.

You can't help but smile when he pulls up, butterflies in your stomach.

He comes around, opening the passenger door to the truck. Once you're seated, before you can buckle yourself, he does so for you.

You don't manage to say anything, such as telling him that him doing that really isn't necessary, before he shuts the door.

Nate rolls down the windows, blasting upbeat rap music on the way back to the school. You smile, thinking he looks cute when he's excited. He doesn't seem to exhibit that emotion a lot.

Then again, apart from winning at bowling, neither do you.

Perhaps the both of you are too serious for your age.

You lean back, a smile on your face, and he rests his hand on your upper thigh. You tell yourself you're fine with him touching you there.

That it doesn't make you uncomfortable.

That he's just trying to be a sweet boyfriend.

Once the two of you pull in, the parking lot is only sparingly filled. But the game also doesn't start until after seven.

Once Nate has helped you out of the truck, disliking that you'd already unbuckled yourself before he got a chance to, he takes your hand in his—his duffle bag slung over his other shoulder—as he heads in the direction of the field house. One you're around the backside of the school, he drops his bag on the ground, turning back to you.

He cups your cheek in his large palm. "Can I get a kiss for good luck?"

You hesitate for a moment. Then, "Yes," you say with a shy smile.

He smiles down at you in return before pressing you up against the brick building, then lowering his lips to yours.

He fights back a moan at finally getting to be this: your first kiss. The first one to taste you. The only person to ever have this intimate moment with you.

He opens your mouth with his, gently flicking his tongue against your own and he feels your body stiffen, until he does it again and you relax.

He stays like that for a good few minutes, his tongue tasting you, the sun beating down on his back as his form shadows your own, both your eyes closed as you, after seventeen years, finally find out what it's like to be kissed.

And it's slow and gentle and passionate. And you feel heat pool between your thighs.

You whimper against his lips and his cock hardens at the sound.

He pulls back just the least bit, his lips hovering over your own, which are now red, a bit swollen. "What was that?"

"I dunno," you say, gripping his t-shirt, pulling him back down to you.

He grows impossibly harder at the fact you want more.

He easily obliges.

He wants to move his lips down to your neck, wants to give you a hicky before you go sit on the bleachers for the game, but doesn't.

Finally, he pulls away, both your breathing labored. "Alright, I have to go get ready, my little good-luck charm."

You laugh at that.

He presses one more soft kiss to your lips before reaching down and grabbing his bag.

"Oh," he says, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. "This is for your ticket." He hands you a five dollar bill. "And this is incase you want anything from the concessions."

He hands you a fifty and your eyes widen.

"I don't think a pretzel costs that much, Nate."

He shrugs. "Maybe you'll want a souvenir of your first game."

You stand on your tiptoes and he smirks, leaning down again as you wrap your arms around his neck. You press a soft kiss to his cheek, before whispering in his ear. "Good luck. And thank you."

He kisses your lips again before stepping away. "I'll look for you in the bleachers."

He begins to walk backwards toward the field house.

"I'll be there cheering you on."

He smiles at the image of that. "Maybe we can do something after."

You nod. "Good luck!"

Surprisingly, when you go to sit on the bleachers, Cassie, who's gathered with the rest of the cheerleaders, doesn't look back at you but once, shortly after you first sit down. It'd only been a glance, and then her completely ignoring you, which you're beyond okay with.

You'd bought yourself a water before finding a seat, the day still hot with the sun out, even if it's beginning to slowly set.

A sense of thrill fills you when the players run onto the field, your eyes immediately honing in on number eighteen.

You feel your cheeks grow impossibly warmer when you remember your kiss from earlier.

You watch as the players gather around their coach, Nate removing his helmet as they—you assume—strategize. He glances up to you and gives you a wink and you smile in return, blowing him a kiss.

Once they break, Nate pretends to catch it, pressing it to his chest before putting his helmet back on.

You can't help but admire him in his uniform.

You've never liked sports before tonight. But with Nate now being your boyfriend and out there on the field, you're completely engrossed. You sit on the edge of your seat the entire game, just watching him running this way and that across the field, blushing when you think about the two of you wearing matching jerseys.

And every time he scores a touchdown, which turns out to be a lot, you hop up from your seat, clapping and smiling, feeling proud of him.

In all honesty, seeing him plowing through the other players and tackling and just...playing the game...actually turns you on a little. Okay, perhaps a bit more than a little. It just makes him look so strong.

You wonder what he would think of that fact.

Once the game is over, the Blackhawks having unsurprisingly won, Nate removes his helmet, yelling and laughing in victory with the rest of his teammates. You smile, glad to see him happy.

He looks into the stands, searching for you and finds you in the same spot you've been in all night.

He waves his hand for you to come down and you do, coming to stand on the other side of the fence from him.

He rests his forearms atop it. "So, what did you think?"

You grip a few of his fingers. "I had fun, which I didn't expect." You giggle to yourself.

"What?" He asks with a smirk.

You shake your head.

"Well, now you have to tell me."

You look up at him from under your lashes and he can already tell he's going to fucking love whatever is about to come out of that pretty little mouth.

"You look really good in your uniform."

He leans forward. "Oh, yeah?"

You nod. "Mhm."

He reaches forward, gripping the one you're wearing, bringing you a bit closer to him. "So do you."

You kiss then, the taste of him now mixed with sweat and grass and fresh air.

He pulls away. "Climb over here."

Watch me fall or hurt myself, you think as you wedge your tennis shoe in the chain-link fence. Once you're halfway up, Nate lifts you the rest of the way over, and you wrap your legs around his middle, running your fingers through his slick hair.

"Sorry, I'm all sweaty."

You shake your head. "I don't mind," you say before kissing him.

You wait for Nate outside of the field house, leaned back against the red brick stones, staring up in the millions of stars littering the night sky, feeling so completely happy for the first time in you're not sure how long.

Once players begin to file out, you watch for Nate to be among them. When he exits, he glances in your direction, coming over to stand in front of you, offering you his hand. "Ready?"

You nod.

Once you're in his truck, he stands in the passenger side doorway, one of his arms resting against the top of the truck, his other hand against your left calf.

"I've had a really great night, and I don't really want to just drop you off at home, and then it ends."

You just look at him, waiting for him to continue.

"If I ask you to stay the night at my place, will you?"

You shift in your seat. "Doing...doing what?"

"Just sleeping," he states. "Maybe we can watch a movie in bed or something."

You think about it for a moment, not sure you're comfortable with moving this quickly.

"What about your parents?"

"What about 'em?"

"They won't mind you bringing a girl home late at night?"

He shakes his head. "I mind my business and they mind theirs. If I want to invite someone over, they're not going to tell me no."

You think that's a very unconventional way to parent, especially when it comes to him having a girl in his room—in his bed.

"You don't think it's a little early for me to be spending the night?" You ask gently, using a kind tone to try and prevent hurting his feelings.

He's quiet for a moment, now looking away from you. "I'm sorry. I guess I got too excited to spend more time with you tonight. It was a stupid idea. I shouldn't have asked in the first place. Just forget I did."

He goes to pull away and you suddenly feel bad. You'd hurt his feeling anyway. Something you had told him you didn't want to do just yesterday.

You quickly grab his hand. "No, I'm sorry. I just...I don't-" you scramble for some excuse that isn't 'this makes me uncomfortable'. "I don't want you to get the wrong impression about me."

He softens, stepping closer to you again, his hand sliding up your thigh. "Like what?"

You relax at the tension quickly dissipating. "Like..." you bite your lip. "Like I'm easy. Or...or a slut. Or-"

That same hand comes up to caress your cheek. "Baby, you'd never even had your first kiss before tonight. I could never think that about you. You're probably the most innocent girl—person, even—at this school. And like I said, we'll only be sleeping."

You look at him for a moment. "I don't have a change of clothes. Or a toothbrush or-"

"You can just wear something of mine. And we have extras, I'll just give you one."

Finally, you cave. "Ok."

He gives you a gentle smile. "Ok."

When you and Nate pull up to his house, you suddenly feel inadequate at the large home that looms before you. Two stories tall and very, very expensive looking.

You're so busy studying the extravagance of it that you don't notice Nate unbuckling you.

"Your house is-"

"Obnoxious, I know."

He helps you down, taking your hand in his before grabbing his bag and heading inside.

You glance around the foyer, but not for long before Nate begins pulling you toward the stairs. And then you hear his name being called from down the hall.

He stops in his tracks, rolling his eyes.

"Is that your mom?" You whisper.

He drops his duffel bag, which thumps against the floor. "Yeah."

"Nate, come in here, I want to tell you how great you were tonight!"

You take one of his hands in both of yours. "Can I meet her?"

He pulls his hand away without answering. Only, instead, giving you a 'wait here' before walking away.

You stand there, unsure about the sudden shift in his mood. It was like it had happened gradually on the way over and only became more extreme the moment her voice called to him.

Does he really hate being here that much?

When Nate enters the kitchen, his mom is making a salad at the island, his dad grabbing a beer from the fridge.

Marsha walks around it, gesturing for Nate to lean down to give her a hug, which he does, and she plants a quick kiss to his cheek. "You were so great tonight, honey. Your momma is very proud of you."

He nods. "Thanks."

He glances back down the hall, and then his dad speaks. "You left yourself open too much in the first quarter. I've said it before and I will again, you need to work on that, son."

Nate's fists tighten at his side.

He glances back down the hall again and immediately regrets it.

"Do we have company?" His mom asks.

"No. I do." He takes a step away.

"Wait, hold on. Who is it?"

He rolls his eyes. "Does it fucking matter? I need to get back to her-"

He lets out a low swear. He just had to say 'her'.

His mom crosses her arms, now interested. "Her? Did you bring a girl home?"

"I think your mother means 'another girl' home."

Nate glares at his father as he takes a swig of his beer. Finally, he looks back to his mom. "Yes."

Her brows raise. "Well, do I get to meet her?"

Nate sighs. He steps out of the kitchen, and you look up at him, now full of nerves. He jerks his head in the direction of the kitchen.

You walk up to him. "Is everything ok?" you whisper as he takes your hand.

"It's fine." Is all the reply he gives you before pulling you into the kitchen with him.

Your eyes look this way at that, taking in the lovely décor and the beautiful island and appliances, then looking to his mom, then his dad, who seems to be watching the two of you with no more than idle amusement.

"Mom, dad, this is Y/N. Y/N, these are my parents."

His mom steps forward first, pulling you into an unexpected hug, but you quickly embrace her in return. You don't want to admit how nice it feels to be held by a mother, even if she isn't your own.

Finally, she pulls back, holding you in place by your upper-arms as she looks you over. "Well, don't you just look adorable in Nate's old jersey."

You flush a shade of crimson. "Thank you."

She releases you, placing her hand over her chest. "I'm Marsha, the mom. And this is-"

"Cal," His father finishes, stepping up to the island, reaching across it to shake your hand.

You nearly tell him you already know his name, but refrain, knowing doing so will only make this moment more awkward.

Once introductions are through, you step back to Nate's side.

"It's nice to meet the both of you."

"Oh, she's polite!" His mom chimes in. "I already like her a lot better than Maddy. Not that that's hard to achieve." She takes a bite of her salad, swallowing. "She was a truly awful girl."

Nate wraps his arm around your waist, but before he can pull you away and get you upstairs and locked away inside his room with him, Cal speaks. "Going through 'em awful fast, aren't you, Nate? That's what, three girls now, in almost as many months?"

You feel nothing short of embarrassed, perhaps even a little ashamed, at his comment.

Nate's grip on your hip tightens painfully for a moment, and you're sure it'll leave a bruise, but you don't speak, instead just bearing witness to the now-taut silence enveloping the room.

Nate steps away from you, going over to the fridge.

Nate grabs a beer, Cal going to grab himself another, until Nate speaks so low only he can hear. "Not nearly as fast as you, though, am I?"

"Excuse me?"

"You're such a fucking asshole. Leave me," he glances to you, then back to his dad, "And her alone. Stay out of my way, and I'll stay out of yours like we usually do."

With that, Nate comes over, firmly gripping your hand, and leading you upstairs.

Once Nate has shut the door behind the two of you, locking it, he throws his duffle bag down, then grabs a pair of boxers and sweatpants from his dresser before going into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

You seat yourself on his bed, wondering what, exactly, had been said between he and his dad to make him so upset. Unless it was the comment about him going through girls? On the one hand, it was kind of a shitty thing to say. On the other, parents sometimes give their kids a hard time. It comes with the territory.

A few moments later, Nate emerges from the bathroom, shirtless, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips and his hair damp and tousled.

You feel that same heat from earlier when he'd kissed you settling between your legs again. Then you tell yourself now is not the time—he's upset.

He walks over to his closet.

"Are you ok?" You ask softly.

He hands you a plain black t-shirt. "Here, you can wear this to bed after you've showered."

So he's not ready to talk about it just yet. "What about bottoms?"

He lies back on the bed, one of his arms slung over his eyes. "Nothing I have will fit you. The t-shirt is fine."

You accept that, padding into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.

When you emerge, it's in Nate's shirt, a fluffy towel wrapped around your wet hair.

He's still lying on the bed in the same position from earlier.

You rub the towel against your hair a few times, then drop it in his hamper before coming to sit with your legs crossed beside him. You're silent for a moment, trying to think of the right thing to say. Finally, you just make a simple offer.

"Do you want me to leave?"

He shakes his head, his other arm coming to rub up and down your spine. "No."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He lowers the arm from over his eyes, which are now open, staring up at the ceiling. "There's nothing to talk about. I told you: he's an asshole."

You shrug. "He's your dad. Picking on you is kind of part of his job."

"That's not why he said it. It's not why he does any of the shit that he does. It has nothing to do with him being my dad."

"Maybe he just-"

He looks at you then. "Can we just not talk about my dad while we're in bed together?"

You withdraw into yourself a little at his sudden irritation. And how he had worded it. Like you're doing something other than just talking.

"Ok, I'm sorry."

He notes that your tone now sounds slightly frightened. He sits up, leaning on his arm, his free hand coming to grip your waist. "No, I am. I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just him. It's always fucking him."

"Have the two of you ever considered sitting down and just having a heart-to-heart?"

He snorts, then looks at you like that's the stupidest idea anyone has ever come up with.

"Lie down with me," he says, pulling back the covers, which you then crawl beneath.

He pulls you against him, his arm under your neck, fingertips lightly tracing the tip of your shoulder. "Thank you for being here."

"You're welcome. I'm very proud of you tonight. It sounds like your mom is too."

He bends the arm that's not holding you behind his head.

"I'm glad you stayed."

"Of course I did," you say, resting your hand over his chest. "I thought I hated sports until tonight. I had a fun time watching you."

He looks at you. "Good."

He then slips his arm out from under you, your head falling back against a pillow which smells of cologne and him. He hovers over top of you, scooting you lower before he presses a kiss to your forehead.

You panic. "Nate..."

He looks down, but you grab his chin, which he doesn't expect.

"Don't look."

His brows furrow.

"The t-shirt sort of rode up."

He bites back a smirk. So you're half-naked underneath him, then.

He lowers his body onto your own. "There, now I can't see."

You remain staring up at him.

He plants a soft kiss to your cheek. "Is this ok?"

You're quiet for a moment. Longer than he'd like. Until, finally, "I guess so."

That's all the permission he needs before he starts kissing you. He teases you with his tongue again like earlier, since you had seemed to like that so much, before he eventually moves lower, pressing hot, wet kisses to your neck.

He moves from one side, and when he gets to the other, you jerk underneath him and whimper.

So he kisses that same spot again and your breathing quickens.

His cock fills with blood, knowing he's found a sweet spot.

And so he kisses and sucks at the sensitive skin, until your hips have risen up against him, your arms around his neck and you're panting. He flicks his tongue and you moan in the back of your throat, your control slipping more and more with each kiss. He doesn't stop until he's sure you're soaked and he sees that he's left a purple bruise in his wake.

When he looks down at you, your face is flushed, your lips slightly parted, your hair a mess. It'd be so fucking easy to have his way with you right now. But it would ruin everything to do it this soon.

"Did you like that?" he asks, smoothing some hair from your face.

You nod.

He wonders just how far you'll let him go tonight, short of him breaking your hymen with his cock.

He grips your hip in one of his hands, then moves it higher, to the curve of your side, then higher, until you reach down, firmly grabbing his wrist, his hand now underneath his t-shirt that's barely even covering you now.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"I-" you shut your mouth.

In truth, all you want is to touch yourself. Or maybe let him. No. You can't do that. Not this soon. God, what are you doing? In his bed, nearly naked—nothing covering your bottom half, which is now so wet your thighs are slick from it—and wanting nothing more than to tell him to keep going.

You've never felt like this before. But you've also never had any form of intimacy with another person before.

Only ever yourself.

He gives you a look of understanding. "I don't give a shit what society expects of you. What you think you're supposed to do. I want to know what you want, right now, in this moment."

Finally, after a beat of silence, you release his wrist.

He slowly pushes up the t-shirt higher, then higher, until he can see the bottom swell of your breasts, then he pulls it over your head, tossing it on the floor.

And he just marvels at you. Your naked body lying back against his dark sheets. He still has his lower half covering your own, but knows he'll get to see every inch of you before the night is through.

He leans down, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and you throw your head back.

He grips your hips, trailing his tongue over to your other breast, now sucking on it. He looks up to you. Your eyes are now closed, head thrown back, mouth slightly parted.

He rolls a nipple between his teeth and your hips lift, which he pushes back down into the mattress.

He moves back to your other breast, doing the same, willing a whimper or a cry from your lips. Even his fucking name. Instead, you're so damn quiet. Maddy and Cassie had both been vocal—sometimes overly so. This he's not used to.

Finally, he lifts his head and your eyes pop open, wondering why he's stopped.

"Are you not enjoying it?"

Your brows furrow. "What?"

"You're not really making any noise. Are you this quiet when you touch yourself?"

You wait a moment, then nod. He just tells himself that he won't stop until he's changed that fact, then.

He dives back down, devouring your breasts again, then kissing between them, gradually moving lower and lower, until he's right below your belly button.

You suddenly sit half-up, leaning back on your forearms.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asks.

Your heart is pounding, and there's an incredibly strong pulse going between your thighs. A million thoughts race through your head. The most prominent one: is this why he'd given you attention in the first place? To make you another notch in his belt?

"This...this isn't all you wanted me for-"

"No. I want you. All of you. Being intimate with you is just one part of it. I don't plan on having sex with you tonight. When I take your virginity, I want it to be perfect. For your sake. There's just something I want to try."

He releases one of your hips, twining his fingers between yours for reassurance. While he understands your hesitancy, he wishes you'd lie the fuck back down and spread your legs for him.

Until, finally, you do.

He kisses down your stomach, then is pleased to see that you'd recently shaven your pubic area.

He makes a mental note to start setting you up appointments, which he'll be paying for, so you can get waxed regularly. At least he won't have to worry about stubble or ingrown hairs at that point.

When he's finally eye-level with your pussy, his throbbing erection grows impossibly harder. You truly are fucking perfect in every way.

He lowers his mouth onto you and, finally, you cry out at the unexpected feeling.

He quickly throws both of your legs over his shoulders, spearing his tongue, burying it in the heat between your thighs. He flicks your clit and your fingers tighten around his.

God, you're already so fucking wet. He blames it on your being a virgin—not that he doesn't absolutely fucking love it.

So he does it again. And again. He then swirls his tongue this way and that, sliding up your soaked folds—God, you taste fucking amazing—then back down again. Finally, he pulls back the least bit and he hears you whine in response as he begins to kiss your inner thighs.

At least he'll have this to use against you when the time comes: a bit of oral sex, leading you right up to the edge, and then denying you an orgasm unless you do what he wants will be a perfect weapon against you.

Finally, after wiggling your hips more than once, clearly wanting his mouth back on your pussy, he gives you what you've silently asked him for.

He kisses, licks, sucks, bites—lightly—until he focuses solely on your clit.

He hopes you scream when you fucking cum just so his dad has to hear it.

Instead, that fantasy is broken when you release his hand, pulling one of his pillows over your face as you finish against his mouth, your hips lifting, which he once again pulls back down as he continues eating you out.

He only hears your muffled cries—he can swear he hears you say his name—until you finally drop the pillow on the floor, trying to catch your breath as he presses a few kisses to your now-pulsating pussy.

He rests his chin against your pubic area, watching as you slowly begin to calm, your legs still over his shoulders.

"How was that?"

You feel dazed, your legs like jelly, even a bit sweaty. "Good."

He raises a brow. "Just good?"

You tangle your fingers in your hair, the pulse of your pussy just now beginning to calm. "Really, really good."

"You liked it that much, huh?"

You nod.

"How much?"

You sit up, your muscles now feeling weak. "I loved it, Nate. T-thank you."

He studies you for a moment, considering. "Do you want me to do it again?"

"Really?"

He notes just how eager and excited you sound. Almost desperate for it—for him.

And in that moment, he knows he finally has you exactly where he fucking wants you.

#fic: euphoria (nate jacobs x reader)#nate jacobs x y/n #nate jacobs x you #nate jacobs imagine #nate jacobs x reader #euphoria x you #euphoria x reader

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Go ahead, try me.

A/N: I had a very spicy dream of Nate Jacobs so of course I had to write it for you guys to enjoy too 😘

Now, this isn't fully based off the storyline of Euphoria because I know Nate had a list of standards but I wanted to change it up and match my spicy dream.

So, please sit back and enjoy!

Nate Jacobs x Plus size!Reader

Trigger warnings: smut, fingering, sex, oral (f receiving), swearing, drug use, and if I forgot anything else please tell me and I will add it.

Being Nate's best friend and occasional hookup wasn't all it was cracked up to be but who said it was?

Nate and I had been best friends since we were in the fourth grade. It all had started when Nate beat up my bully for calling me a fat pig. You see, I have always been more on the plus-size and to some people that meant I was the butt of their cruel jokes but Nate didn't.

As the years went on, Nate and I stayed inseparable. Well, that was until he met Maddy.

Now don't get me wrong, I love Maddy and she is one of my best friends but when she started her on and off again relationship with Nate I couldn't help but envy her but that all changed one night.

The power couple had gotten into another one of their arguments which eventually led to them breaking up to which then led Nate into texting me to come over.

Nate 😈

Come over, Maddy and I broke up.

I'm on the way.

This was typical of Nate, he and Maddy would break up, he would text me to come over and then we would fuck all the pent up jealousy and anger the two of us had before smoking a joint out his bedroom window.

This leads us into the start of our story.

"So, what happened this time?" I questioned taking a hit before passing it over to Nate.

"Stupid bullshit as usual, nothing new."

"Seems to be like that all the time, lately" Nate shrugged before handing me back the blunt. "I know it's not my place but, have you ever thought of just staying broken up? Instead of doing the on-again-off-again." I questioned as he chuckled.

"I have, but I don't know. Something keeps dragging me back." Reaching over, he took the blunt from between my fingers and began to speak. "Sometimes I wonder about us." I furrowed my brows at him in confusion.

"Us? What about us?" Nate smiled before turning his head to blow out the smoke.

"What it would be like if you and I were a thing and not me and Maddy. I wonder if I never had've went with her and you instead, would it be better? Would've we been happier?" I stare at Nate as he stares back.

"I wonder that too sometimes. What it would be like to wake up in your arms, to not have to watch you be with someone who brings out the worst in you." Before I knew it, we began leaning into each other, glancing at each other before he pressed his lips to mine.

At first it was slow and passionate but then it turned into rough and needy before I knew it, Nate had put out the blunt and pulled me onto his lap.

"You know something," He began, pressing kisses to my neck and occasionally sucking. "I've always thought about what it would be like to call you mine."

The next day:

After last night with Nate, I swear he was falling for me but little did I know I was dead wrong. I was standing at my locker, getting ready to head home for the day when Kat approached me.

"Hey (Y/N)! Did you hear Maddy and Nate are back together?" I felt my blood run cold.

"What? When did that happen?" I questioned still staring into my locker and trying to avoid making eye contact with her.

"Apparently last night, Maddy said that Nate had called her and told her how much he fucked up, how she was the only one for him, and a bunch of other bullshit." Kat said with annoyance lacing her tone. Trying to keep a facade on for her, I turned closing my locker and faced her just as Nate and Maddy made their way down the hall.

"Hey bitches!" Maddy said coming towards Kat and I. Nate stared me down as we talked.

"Hey, I see you or two are back together." I responded not taking my eyes off of Nate.

"Yeah, we made up last night. You know how it is." Maddy said clutching Nate's hand. "(Y/N), are you coming with Cassie, Kat, and I to the carnival tonight?" Breaking my eye contact from Nate, I looked back at my friend and responded without thinking.

"Uh, I'm not sure. I might have plans with someone." I blurted out before I had the chance to think about what I had just said. This made Nate's eyes narrow at me.

"Oh yeah, with who?" Nate finally spoke.

"Just someone. Anyways, I gotta run but I'll try to make it tonight!" And with that I brushed past Nate and made my way down the hall.

As, I made my way down the street I began to think of ways to get out of the plans for tonight when a car horn breaks me out of my thoughts, turning to look, I was surprised to see Aaron Jacobs staring back at me.

"(Y/N), right? Nate's friend?" He questioned, I nodded in response. "Did you wanna ride? I'm surprised Nate didn't offer one." I was surprised at first before nodding again and walking over to his car.

"Yeah, he and Maddy are back together so I didn't wanna wait around and be a third wheel." Aaron nodded back before starting the car and making his way down the street.

"Understandable, to be honest, I always thought you and Nate were dating. Every time I asked about you, he would get all defensive and protective." My heart skipped a beat at the thought of Nate being protective of me.

"You asked about me?" I questioned looking over at Aaron who stared back at me.

"Yeah, I always thought you were really pretty and was kinda hoping you were single." Until now, I never put much thought into Aaron. I only ever seen him as Nate's older brother but now that I really get to look at him, I've taken note he's really cute and sweet.

"Awe, that's so sweet and yeah, I am single."

"Really? Would you maybe wanna go out sometime?"

"Yeah, sure! How about tonight?" I questioned with hopefulness.

"Yeah, I'll pick you up at 7." The car came to a stop as I got out and waved to Aaron.

Nate will never see this coming.

Time skip:

"I had a really great time Aaron." I said with a smile as we approached the Jacobs chilly table. Nate's head shot up at the sound of my voice, his eyes immediately narrowing at the sight of my hand intertwined with Aaron's.

"I did too, maybe we can do it again sometime soon?"

"Yeah, I would love that." Aaron leaned down and placed a kiss on my lips to my surprise. After a few moments, I kissed him back. Once we pulled away, I looked over to see an extremely angry Nate.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here." Marsha said coming towards Aaron and I. "I have to say, I didn't see this coming (Y/N). I always thought you would end up with Nate and not that god awful Maddy." With a small chuckle, I responded.

"Nate and I are just friends but I ran into Aaron on my way home from school and he asked me out on a date! So, here we are!" I smiled but as Marsha was about to respond Nate stood up.

"(Y/N), can I talk to you for a moment?" Before I had the chance to respond, Nate had ahold of my wrist and was dragging me into a dark alley between two trailers.

"Nate, stop! You're hurting me." He turned and let got my wrist and wrapped his hand around my throat while slamming me against the wall of the trailer.

"I don't know who the fuck you think you are, coming in here and thinking you run the fucking show but news flash you don't." Nate seethed with anger. My nails clawed at his hands as I tried to get him to loosen his grip.

Through baited breath, I sneered out "Fuck you Nate Jacobs." I could see his jaw clench from anger as he stared me down.

"No, but you will." And with that he released his grip on my throat for a second to only flip me around so my cheek was pressed against the cold metal of the trailer and reposition his hand onto the back of my neck. "You like acting like a little whore out there? Trying to make me jealous with my own brother." Nate spoke into my ear, his hot breath sending chills down my neck as his hand laid a smack onto my ass, all I could do was whimper. "Did you fuck him?" I could hear the slight concern in his voice.

"What if I did?" Nate made an animalistic growl as he layer another smack onto my cheek.

"You'll regret that you said that." Ripping down my bottoms and panties, he laid another smack. "I bet you Aaron didn't make you this wet, did he?" I felt Nate's fingers slide down in between my legs and between my now soaking folds. Teasing my clit, he whispered. "Nobody is allowed to fuck you but me, do you understand?" Before I had the chance to respond, he slammed two fingers into me as his thumb massaged my clit.

"Fuck, Nate!" I moaned out, his fingers were moving at an ungodly pace.

"I asked you a question, do you understand?" He questioned, stopping altogether.

"Yes! Yes! Nate, please don't stop." But instead of continuing, he pulled his fingers out completely.

"Get dressed, we're leaving." I stood up and pulled my pants and underwear on before following Nate out of the alley and to his truck. Once we got to his truck, he opened the door and helped me in then slammed the door shut. Walking around, he got in and immediately put it in drive without saying a word.

"I don't understand the issue, Nate. We're not together, and you're with Maddy. Why does it matter if I went on a date with Aaron or even fucked him?" I watch his grip on the steering wheel tighten.

"Because it does. I don't want you hanging around Aaron or even talking to him." I scoffed in response.

"Who are you to tell me what to do? You don't own me!" I snapped back at him.

"Just do what I said, is that so fucking hard?" This time I laughed out loud.

"Why should I? You can fuck around with whoever you want, whenever you want but I don't? News flash, it don't work that way! I can d-" Before I could finish Nate screamed out as the truck came to a halt.

"Because I'm in love with you!" I stared in disbelief. "I have been since the fourth fucking grade but I never thought you'd go for someone as fucked up for me so I never told you but seeing you with Aaron fucked with my head, how could I not be good enough but that asshole was." I was speechless.

"What? But you've always picked Maddy. Every time you guys would break up I would wait by the phone for your text, hoping one day I would get the chance to be with you." Nate stared back at me. I have been so in love with you for years, the other night when you guys had been off again, and we talked I could've sworn you were falling for me but when I came to school and heard you were back together, I knew there was no chance."

Nate didn't respond this time, he got out of the truck and made his way to my side. Opening the door for me, he helped me out and walked me to his front door. Walking in, he began to speak.

"Let me show you how much I've been falling for you." And with that, he picked me up and laid me on the kitchen island.

"Nate, what are you doing? Your parents could walk in at any moment!" I yelled out as he slid me pants along with my panties down my legs, situating himself on a bar stool in front of me, he spoke up.

"They won't, they'll be at the carnival till late." He said with a shrug, placing each of my legs onto his shoulders. Placing kisses onto the inside of my thighs, he spoke again. "Now, let me enjoy my desert." Before I had the chance to respond, he immediately began sucking my clit.

"Oh fuck, Nate!" I moaned out, his hand reached up and held two fingers up to my mouth. Without another word, I took his fingers into my mouth and sucked, he removed them with a pop and slid them into me.

"You're mine, (Y/N). No one else's." His fingers sped up as he placed his lips back onto my clit.

"Yes, Nate, Yes!" I threw my head back in pleasure, he sucked harder as I felt my orgasm approaching. Reaching down I ran my fingers through Nate's hair and his fingers fucked into me at an ungodly pace. "Nate, I'm gonna c-com-" I screamed out as he sucked harder on my clit. My orgasm hit me hard but was cut short by the sound of someone saying,

"What the fuck Nate?!" We both lifted our heads to the sight of Aaron standing in the doorway, staring back at us. Nate lifted his head and sat up, reaching up he's swiped his thumb across his lips and licked off my remaining juices with a smirk.

"Yes?" I immediately went red with embarrassment. I sat up, attempting to cover myself in someway.

"What the fuck?! You knew I liked her! We just went on a date!" Nate stood up without a response, reaching down he picked me up into his arms and made his way to the stairs but stopping by Aaron on the way.

"It sucks to suck, she's mine now." And with that, he led me upstairs.

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Nate Jacobs NSFW Alphabet

⚠️: Smut, Nate Jacobs x Female Reader, slightly switch!Nate, mention of cnc.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Nate isn't the aftercare biggest fan, he only cares about it if you're already in real relationship. He'll probably lie in bed with you, watching a random movie on TV while cuddleing you against his chest, or massaging your shoulders and feet before you fall asleep.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He's very proud of his muscles. He worked hard to have a body as attractive as that, so he definitely brags about it a lot. He also knows he's lucky to be so tall.

I think Nate's an ass guy. It doesn't matter if your ass size, he loves squeezing and biting your soft skin. But in non-sexual context, I think the part of you he loves most it's your eyes. If you give him that puppy dog eyed... Girl, this man will become even more madly in love. The innocent vibes it's everything to him (even if you're not and he knows it).

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Remember what I said about Nate loving your ass? If you're taking it doggy style, you can bet he'll take his cock out first just to cum on your ass.

If you're giving him head, he'll wanna cum on your face. He loves the feeling when he sees your pretty cheeks covered by his cum.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Nate'll never admit it if you ask, but he LOVES being choked and slightly degraded. He'll wanna make you jealous on purpose, just to see you to get on top, riding his cock and grabbing his throat with your little hands, cursing him with anything your angry brain can think of.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

It's kinda obvious, but Nate's VERY experienced. He has already fucked so many girls from that city. Sometimes it gets depressing for you, knowing how many your classmates have already been fucked by your boyfriend in the past.

HOWEVER, you're the first girl who has really able to explore his switched/submissive side. Before Nate dating you, he never let anyone sexually dominate him (even gently).

F = Favorite Position (Pretty self explanatory)

Doggystyle. This guy loves feeling you so small under him, his whole big body covering yours as he fucks your pussy, so rough and listening to you whining. If you start moaning too loud, he might grab your throat or cover your mouth with his hand (we know Nate's hand it's REALLY big, so don't be surprised if he ends up covering your face too much).

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

Well... Nate's very serious. He has anger issues and lives with a dark mind, in addition to having his own character deviations. So let's say that he uses sex as a way to de-stress and let out all his frustrations. Often.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes)

No hair. Nate's obsessed with his personal hygiene, to the point where he thinks his own pubic hair it's disgusting. As time goes, maybe you'll be able to convince him this is nonsense, but he'll still get sullen and probably shave it all off the moment the brown hairs starting show up.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

We know Nate's more aggressive. He's not very romantic during sex and you already knew what you were getting into before you started dating him. But if you have a rough day, maybe he'll take it easy and try to be more soft. However, don't expect the romantic aspect being a routine.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Curiously, Nate doesn't jack off that much. Before he met you, he always got some random girls to distract him. Now he has you, he doesn't have to worry about that. But he keeps some pictures and amateur home videos that you two made so he can use it as motivation for moments when he's alone and needs cumming.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

As I said before: choking, giving and receiving.

Spanking, he loves spanking your ass, your face... Any part of your body you allow.

He really likes degrading you, especially if he's jealous. He calls you an attention whore and says you're just a stupid whore... If he's in a good mood, he's a little less rude or uses a more soft voice (maybe calling you "MY stupid little whore, MY attention whore...)

Breeding kink AS FUCK. Nate fucks you and talks dirty about getting you pregnant. So considering that... he has creampie too, it's obvious. Despite his fucked up Daddy issues, I think he likes being called Daddy in sex.

Things like pulling your hair and spitting on your mouth and face too. Draciphilia's also his kink, your tears flowing while he fucks you and humiliates you make you even hotter.

A light CNC/rapeplay too, but he doesn't know how telling you that, so he'd rather just picturing it for a while. But if he ever tells you and you consent and set your limits, you'll discover an even darker side of your boyfriend.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Party bathrooms and his truck. He loves taking risks, the idea of someone seeing you in a vulnerable moment like that makes him fucking jealous and turns him on even more.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

The moment Nate starts feeling jealous, he becomes aggressive and horny. AND HE'S ALWAYS JEALOUS!

Your innocent and worried look at him when he's angry about his personal issues their also things that turns him on a lot. He knows he NEEDS to fuck you at that moment.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nate won't share you. He's been totally against threesomes since he started dating you. Even though he was a huge womanizer, nowadays he still wouldn't feel comfortable seeing a woman touch you either.

Much less a man. He would rather be killed than let another man touch you, his girlfriend, only his.

If you dare suggesting something like this, you can be sure that will cause one of the worst arguments in your entire relationship.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

As good as Nate's at eating you out, I feel like he'd rather you give him head. He loves taking control of this situation, making you kneel and take his cock to the back of your throat. He grabs your hair and forces you trying to fit every inch of his member into your mouth, also controlling the speed.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc)

Nate likes fast and rough thrusts, to the point where the noises of your hips clashing and your loud moans echo throughout his house. Therefore if you're having sex in secret in a public place, he covers your mouth to avoid interruptions and trouble.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

Nate's the real biggest fan of quickies. Anywhere it's time. Are you at a party? He just drags you to the bathroom and fucks you there.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

He takes a lot of risks, especially due sex in public places.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Because of his athletic body and because he's already used to very rough training routines, Nate can last a long time, so you're sure cumming many times. As for the number of rounds, I think he cums twice. Although he's not really tired and can keeping going if both of you want, it ends up not being so euphoric.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

There aren't so many toys for you two using... Who needs them when you have those huge hands or his own belt spanking you if you're being a brat? But... Let's say that sometimes he likes using some dildos and a Hitachi Magic Wand on you, seeing you crying and overstimulated, dripping for him.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Nate loves teasing you, he wants seeing you beg for him, begging for his cock. He may deny your orgasms or let you feeling overstimulated until you need to use your safe word.

But don't you dare tease him back when you're on top, it won't end well for you after sex.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

When Nate's dominating you, he barely makes sounds other than dirty talk. Just some low growling and swearing. But when he's punishing you or rapeplaying, he won't mind yelling at you as many times as he wants.

When you're dominating him, he's more vocal and really likes whining for you.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

When Nate loses a football match, he gets angry easily. He pushes himself too hard and ends up taking it out on you, yelling that you distracted him from his goals or something like that. But all of this always ends after angry sex. Once, you were so tired of his explosive behavior that you decided he needed learning to use his mouth to something more useful.

You knew that behind that angry and aggressive facade, your boyfriend was just frustrated with himself, so you needed to show that you weren't disappointed with him. It wasn't long before he was lying on the bed, you on top of his face using it to rub your pussy while he swallowed your juices and jerked off his own cock, rubbing his nose against your clit and whining muffledly, as you moaned loud and called him a good boy.

X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

I think his cock it's about 7.5 inches, quite rosy and thick enough to always makes you scream by pain and pleasure when he gets inside your pussy roughly. Sometimes you literally can see the shape of his cock marking the soft skin of your stomach as he fucks you.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very high. He's Nate Jacobs, don't expect anything less that from him.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes a while for him to start feeling sleepy, so you can be sure that you'll sleep well before he does.

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hi!! could you do a super cute like fluffy maddy x platonic reader? maybe they go to the mall together or like maybe the fair? idk i just love the friendship maddy vibes🤭🫶🏼

Forever and Always. - Maddy Perez x platonic!gn!reader

Maddys Masterlist | Requests are Open!

A/N: I hope you like it, because this is my first ever request I got. Shipping: Maddy Perez x platonic!gn!reader Summary: You and Maddy were friends way before she met Cassie and when you guys got into highschool, you always were there for each other, no matter what. Especially now after Cassie's betrayal with Nate. So you made it your Mission to bring her on other thoughts through that what Maddy loves the most, Shopping. Just a cute little girl's day with your life long friend. Wordcount: 1,590 Warnings: Fluff!, Talk about Nate Jacobs & Cassie, a few cuss words, kinda implied f!reader at the end but I tried to hold it gender neutral! If I missed something tell me. Notes: English is not my first Language, so if any mistakes are in I’m sorry and give this kinda to google docs and Google Translate. This plays a few days after Maddy found out about Cassie & Nate through Rue.

“How are you feeling, you know, with that all?”, you asked, while looking through some clothes. “God, please don’t get me started with that at all.”, she looked over to the other side of the clothes rack you are on now. “I don’t know what I saw in either of them.”, she continued before going to a new one.. “I believe you that.”, you smiled before taking a top out from the rack and holding it to your torso. “If you take that top, I’m going to end our friendship. That is ugly ad fuck.”, she said, turning to you. “I just looked okay, I thought it was cute.”, you said, shrugging with your shoulders. “I love you, but Yellow is not your color.”, she took the top and put it back on the rack. “Come on, let's get out of here, these clothes are all ugly. I don’t know who goes shopping here.” She took your hand while dragging you out of one shop to go to another one. The next few minutes passed in complete silence, while looking for more clothes. “Can I ask you something?”, Maddy broke the silence first, before she turned to you. “Sure.”, you turned to her. "Well, two things. First, the black one or the red one?”, she questioned while holding two tops in front of her. “Black goes with everything, but I believe, I never really saw you in anything blank red, so the red one.” “Good, the second, be real to me, what did you think of Cassie when you first met her?”, she asked, while putting the black top back. “Well, to tell you the truth.. I never really liked her. I mean, she was nice and all, but every time I saw her I just had a bad feeling, like I had with Nate. Never liked any of them to be fair.”, you know that maybe it hurts to hear the truth of someone, but it was the truth and the truth is never not hurtful. “Why did you never say anything?”, she looked at you. “Well, first off, you seemed Happy, but second of all, I didn’t wanna lose you as my friend Mads. I know you my whole fucking life, I know how you tick, even if the last few years we never really had contact through Cassie being your Best Friend, and Nate being your Boyfriend, I kinda just hold it Back. I know how you are when someone lets something negative out over people you love, I saw it often enough.You were and are my friend, I didn’t wanna lose you over something stupid.”, you said truthfully. "Oh Babes..” Maddy came over to you to bring you into a hug, she put her arms around your neck, while you put your arms around her Body. “I’m sorry, that I was like that and pushed you back.” You know that Maddy was never one to really apologize to people, or embrace them into a hug, but when she did, you knew that she meant it. “Hey, is the Fair this year back in town?”, she asked while letting go of you. “Yeah, why?” “Well, let’s go together to the fair.”, she said smiling, while a glint of mischievousness twinkled in her eyes. “God, what is your Plan?”, you asked, smiling. “Who says I have a Plan? I just wanna have a fun Time with my friend, nothing more.”, she shrugs her shoulders while continuing going to more racks to look. You giggled quietly to yourself, before following Maddy. -

You were sitting in a Starbucks, both drinking you a latte and having a snack. You both kinda catch up with your lifes, before Maddy turns quiet and looks behind you, when you turned around you saw what makes her quiet. Cassie and Nate were walking Hand in Hand through the Mall. You rolled your eyes before looking at Maddy and making a gagging noise. That brought Maddys look back to you and made her smile. “Come let’s get finished and head out of here. No need to see those Cunts here.”, you laughed. Both of you finished your stuff, before grabbing your bags and heading to the parking lot. In your car, she connected her phone with your car and put some music on. The drive to your Home was like 30 Minutes but none of you care, with Doja Cat and Saweetie you both just felt the Music. Especially when Best Friend came on, you both were just sitting in your car feeling the Music at the top of your lungs screaming the Lyrics and having a great time. “fuck, i forgot how much Fun we have everytime.”, Maddy laughed while hugging you from her seat. You laughed with her, it was no matter how much time can pass between you and Maddy not seeing each other, once you two are back everything feels like you never spend days or months apart from each other. Once you guys reached your house, you parked and got in with all your new bought clothes. -

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Hallucinogens.

Dark!Rue Bennett x reader.

(TW: HEAVY DRUG USE MENTIONED, rue being a horrible girlfriend, manipulative behaviour, isolation, alcohol, rue ruining the readers life).

Rue knew you had dreams. About leaving this shit town and going to college. She was so excited and giddy for you. She loved hearing you talk and gleefully exclaim about the exciting life you wanted to live.. Rue had promised you she was going to be there every step of the way..

But a part of Rue knew she would be stuck here, with the same people, in the same town and living in her moms home, probably doing nothing. Rue never wanted to admit she was envious of you and your dreams, she didn’t want you to go. To go be better than her with your amazing degree, travelling and experiencing the world, meeting people, opportunities.. no.

And what better way to stop you? feeding you drugs and alcohol?

It started small. Rue robbing some of Elliot’s whiskey. It was fun, the hangovers were killers. Then eventually, when Rue claimed she no longer wanted to be hungover, she suggested weed. You were hesitant at first, but Rue was so convincing. “Just try it. You might like it.” And you loved it.

Then the weed moved onto harder drugs. Opioids, injecting morphine into eachother just for “fun”, even popping a few pills here and there. In both your opinions, it was a way to kill the weekend and breaks. But turned into a weekday and weekend habit.

You and Rue graduated (barely). You both decided it would be a good option to move into a small hut with cheap rent, wanting to “take your relationship to the next level” . You both got part time jobs to fund your habit after Rue “convinced” you to a year out, you agreed despite holding your dream so close to your chest. Rue knew your family and friends hated her. She ruined you, and your future.

“But baby, we don’t need them right?” Rue exclaimed as she wiped your tears after another horrible fight with your parents over Rue. “We only need eachother. No one understands us or our love.. they want to take you from me.. But baby, I’m all you need.”

Rue knew somewhere deep, deep down under all the drugs in your system; you hated her too. Rightfully so. Everytime you got a little too confident, she would knock you down a peg or two, just to keep you down.

As you brushed your hair in the mirror. “I think I might take a little break from the drugs and alcohol..” you announced suddenly. Rue was sitting on the couch with a joint in hand and a glass of vodka in the other. “I might.. I don’t know.. Go take a few classes at the community college down the road.”

“Aren’t they like expensive.. or some shit?” Rue muttered as she took a sip of the vodka, ignoring the burning sensation in her throat.

You looked so happy, looking at her. Oh wait.. you were serious. Rue knew you wanted get better and that annoyed her. Rue didn’t want you leaving. Who did you think you were? Just because you’re smart doesn’t mean you were fucking better than her.

You shrugged. “I mean.. I guess.”

The happiness drained from your face when Rue stood up abruptly, joint laying between her fingers. “You think you’re better than me is it? You wanna go out and try become some Elle Woods or some shit?”

“Rue…”

“I’m fucking serious, Y/N.” Rue yelled, moving up so close she was near your face. “I would rather you fuck Nate Jacobs, than go anywhere near that stupid fucking commu-“

You rolled your eyes. “That’s not what I’m talking about Rue.”

Rue threw her hands up in the air, letting the glass smash in the process. “Than what! Do we not have a good life together?” She groaned, gripping onto the top of her hair as she felt herself wanting to scream at you for being so careless with your thinking but decided to keep her voice low, wanting to anger you to the point of you looking crazy. “Do you realise they’ll fill your head with some stupid stuff.. Like.. Like.. Government weird type of stuff.”

“Stuff about the government?” You laughed. “Oh fuck off Rue.”

Rue stared at you. “Fuck off?”

You instantly regretted telling your girlfriend to fuck off. By the look in her eyes, you knew you had upset her. She was only trying to help you. “Rue, I am so sorry.”

“Do you want me to fuck off? Cause I can leave… I’ll leave right now and you will never see me again.”

You quickly stood up, rushing over to Rue who was heading to leave through the front door. You hugged her tightly. “Please don’t leave me.” You sobbed, shaking. Rue wasn’t sure if it was withdrawals or the fight, one way to find out.

Rue hugged back before pulling away. “It’s okay baby. You weren’t thinking right.” She smirked. “Lets go get high.”

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kausstar · 1 year

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RUMORS

nate jacobs x f! reader￨sfw content￨wc: 1.9k

nate jacobs had a reputation for being an asshole. most people didn’t like him, but some did. people who liked him; liked his toxic and fake behavior, but you being the new girl you didn’t know about his behavior— only heard about it. even after hearing, you had to see it for yourself.

no description of reader. nate. nate being possessive. talks of murder/killing. doesn’t really show his toxic tendencies in this one.

𝓴aus. i know i promised more peter but i started watching euphoria and i needed some him in my life right now. i wanna write for fez too but i don’t got no ideas for him… :((

“have you seen the new girl?”

“no, but i heard she’s cute. have you?”

“yeah, she’s definitely gonna have the guys lined up for her number. she’s really pretty.”

the conversation echoed throughout the restroom, and the two girls knew of the echo but doubted their was anyone there to listen. they were probably skipping class, or fixing their makeup before the bell rang to dismiss everyone home. little did they know, the girl they spoke of was standing in the stall not too far away from them. you were barely breathing at the moment because you could taken into account that you were going to be talked about but not in such a good way.

you would’ve waited in the bathroom until they would’ve left but you had to get back to class before the bell rung. so, quietly, you opened the door of your stall and walked quickly to the door. gladly, they don’t spot you or say anything and you’re able to slip out of the bathroom. you sigh under your breath, happy as if you just exited the world’s hottest zone.

you didn’t bath in the glory for long before you started to walk down the hall to class. the hallway were empty. you could only hear your footsteps in the echoed halls. you quickly made it to class not wanting the quiet to drive you crazy. you took your seat in the back and listened to the teachers lecture for another 5 minutes before the bell rung throughout the school.

right along with the bell, students quickly packed up their things, headed out of the door, and out into the student parking lot. most people were walking towards the gym for practice, but you walked to find rue and jules who you’d met earlier at lunch. you’d sat at their table by accident and apologized, telling them you would get up but they insisted you weren’t a problem and that you could hangout with them.

“hey, new girl!” you hear someone call through your headphones that blasted music into your ears. you pull one out and look in the direction of where you heard the calling from, which was the right. you spot people talking amongst themselves, couples holding hands, people pulling off in their cars, but no one was looking your way specifically besides a couple of dudes. you notice one out of the three— that one being the one rue had warned you about.

yelling and cheering filled the cafeteria as the football players and cheerleaders ran out. the football players making the most noise; banging on tables, barking like dogs, even taking it as far as to jump up on the tables. “i don’t feel safe here,” jules mumbled to you and rue, who laugh at her. your laughing must’ve caught their attention because when your laughing dies down, you spot one of football players eyeing you.

“who’s that?” you asked, squeezing rue’s arm that was wrapped in yours. they follow your eyes and they’re quick to shake their head. “his name’s nate but don’t take him serious,” rue says and jules nods in agreement. “he’s an asshole. you’re waay to sweet for him,” jules says, giving you a small smile. you could only smile, at their sweet comments.

unexpectedly, he levels his balance on both feet and walks over to you with a cocky grin. the grin made your stomach bubble and you couldn’t tell if it was bad or not. once in front of you, you realize how huge his frame is—he practically was blocking your whole body from the sun. “was that you who shouted?” you asked, still wanting to make sure.

“yeah, names nate, by the way,” he says, grin still on his face. you only give him a little smile before telling him your name. he repeats it as if it’s gonna slip his mind in seconds. “let’s hang out later. it won’t be those dickheads, just me and you.” you’re taken back by the sudden offer, and you’re quick to tilt your head in confusion.

“umm… it just depends. what are we gonna do?” you asked and only hoped his intentions were pure. but from what rue and jules’s told you, you doubted it. he shrugs. “you like bowling?” he asks, titling his head to match yours but it wasn’t in confusion— just interest. “yeah,” you nod, and his grin spread. “we’ll go bowling then,” he nods, and pulls his phone from his back pocket.

“okay,” you says and he hands it to you. you type in your number and save it under your real name. “is this a date type thing?” you say, giving a glance up at him to make sure he’s listening. you know he is because you catch him staring at you. you only grin at catching him in such a vulnerable position.

“do you want it to be?” he grins as you hit done on the keyboard. you hand him his phone back. “i don’t really care,” you shrugs with a short laugh. “good. i’ll see you at 8:00,” he says, nodding. “sure,” you say before putting your headphone back in and walk away.

soon after, you find rue and jules who were lying down on the pavement watching everything unfold. you see their shock faces and you take out your headphones. “what?” you asked, not knowing at first why they were looking the way they were. “seriously!? you have to be kidding me,” jules says, standing up from her sitting position by rue. “did he just ask for your number?” rue asks, now standing next to jules.

your mouth turns into an o at their question. you shake your head. “no, he just asked to hang out— well he really didn’t ask. just kinda told me we were hanging out,” you said, with an icky expression. “when? today?” jules asks and you nod. “at 8:00, i’m pretty sure,” you shrug, not really caring all that much. “you sound excited,” rue says sarcastically with a grin as she wraps her arm around your shoulder and you begin to walk.

you look up at her with a grin. “do i really?” jules nods. “i think she’s about to pass out. hurry let’s get her out of the sun!” she grins before all of you laugh at your sarcasm.

xxx

“how does it feel to lose?” you ask, big eyes looking up at nate, after he’s just made a strike. yes, he made a strike but it was nothing compared to your 5. the hangout had been going great so far. he had picked you up when he said he would, given you slight compliments on your outfit, payed for everything, you hadn’t see a red flag yet. “shitty,” he mumbled, looking up at the scoreboard as he sat down next to you. “we can play another round, if you want,” you said with a shrug making him look over at you.

his eyes lingered over you a little longer than they had all night. you fell anxious under his graze as he continued to stare without taking a minute blink. you light laugh to clear the air. “what? something on my face?” you asks, with a playful grin and nate only shakes his head. “no, you’re just… different is all. let’s go, ya?” he asks standing, before holding his hand out to you.

you take it, and the two of you walk hand to hand out of the bowling alley. silence consumes the two of you as you walk to his truck, and all you can think about is what he meant by “different”. what was different about you? you ignore it though— not caring all that much for an explanation. “are you as bad as they say?” you ask, looking over to him. he doesn’t answer immediately, he waits until you’re at his truck. finally he looks over at you, but instead of just answering he hover over you and walks forward until your back hits the trunk.

“how about you find out, ya?” he grins. his eyes giving your lips a glance. “mm… maybe,” you grin back, big eyes looking up into his. he chuckles at you. “maybe? come on. i am better than any of those dumbass’s at that school,” he says, hands finding your waist to squeeze. you laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck. “and many of those dumbass’s wanna get with you. don’t wanna be the hated new girl,” you fake pout, giving his lips the same attention he gave yours before. you feel his breathe on your face as you inch closer.

“trust me, you won’t be, and if they say anything, i’ll kill them,” he whispers, his breath brushing against your lips. you couldn’t tell whether he was being serious or not so you tilt your head, and squint your eyes with a light smile. he lightly smiles back at you, and inches closer, closing the gap between the two of you. you kiss back, kissing his warm, soft lips.

his hand finds it’s way to your face, and deepens the kiss. his tongue forced its way into your mouth, and his hand squeezes your side. before he could get too ahead of himself, he pulls away, but gives your lips a couple more quick peeks before fully pulling away. you look up at him with cloudy vision.

his thumb rubs across your sweet, wet lips. “so what do you say?” he asks, grinning softly. “i’ll see what you’re all about nate jacobs,” you mumble, before kisses his thumb lightly.

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honeybear-yammy · 2 years

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Sensual Texts (2/2)

Warnings: cursing, smut, cheating, degrading kink, spit kink, unprotected sex

Pairings: Nate Jacobs x Female Reader

Summary: continuation of part two.

Character: Nate Jacobs (played by Jacob Elordi)

Show: Euphoria

The second you walked into Nate's room, he had you pinned against the wall. You tangled your fingers into his hair as the two of you made out passionately. He then picked you up and walked over to his bed then gently tossed you onto the bed.

You giggled a little when he did so. He stripped out of his clothes until he was fully bare then got onto the bed with you. You helped him tug off your top and since you were in longue clothes, you had no bra which you could tell that turned him on more.

He tapped your hip, signaling to you to raise your hips. You raised your hips for him so he could pull off your leggings and panties. He spread your legs wide and he smirked when he saw how wet you were for him.

"You're so fucking wet. Such a little slut." He said with a smirk. You just bit your lip and you were so desperate for him to do something. You could tell that he needed you just as badly as you needed him.

"Please fuck me Nate." You said with a small whine.

"You don't have to ask me twice." He said with a smirk as he leaned down and kissed you roughly. He pulled back and positioned himself between your legs before thrusting into you. You gasped and you both moaned out as he did so.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he began to thrust into you. You moaned out as you let your head fall back onto the soft pillow. God, he was so good in bed. You could see why Maddy bragged about fucking him now.

Nate wrapped a hand around your throat and you looked at him. His grip on your throat tightened a little as he fucked you. He then began to pick up the pace, going faster and faster with every thrust.

You gasped and your jaw dropped as he fucked you at an unforgiving pace. He smirked and took the opportunity to spit in your mouth while your mouth was open.

"Swallow." He ordered. You obeyed and swallowed. He just smirked more and continued to fuck you harder and harder. You loved the feeling of his hand wrapped around your throat. God, you loved anything that man was doing at this point.

You felt that familiar knot begin to grow in your stomach and you knew that you were going to cum any second now. You clenched around his cock, signaling to him that you were about to cum.

"You gonna cum baby?" He asked as he panted.

"Fuck! Yes I'm gonna fucking cum!" You moaned out loudly.

"Come on, cum for me you little whore." He said. With that your eyes rolled back and your legs began to tremble as you squirted on his cock. He thrusted into you a few more time before coming himself, panting your walls white.

You giggled as you caught your breath and he smiled then leaned down and kissed you. You both then jumped when you herd someone yelling and banging on Nate's bedroom door. Both of your eyes widened when you realized who it was.

It was his girlfriend Maddy.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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babeydollx · 2 years

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Nate jacobs x reader smut prompt #13 and #14?

Mine {Nate Jacobs}

Warnings: cursing, Nate getting jealous, rough!Nate, mean!Nate, soft!Nate, oral sex

Pairings: Nate Jacobs x Fem!Reader

Summary: when you and Nate are out on a date together, Fezco shows up and Nate gets jealous.

Prompts: "You're so fucking hot when you're mad." and "I'm not jealous! It's just... you're mine!"

Word Count: 1.5k

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"This was so sweet of you to take me here baby." You said with a smile as you looked over at him. "Thank you, Nate." You said with a smile.

At the same time, Fezco was walking over to you. You smiled and got up before hugging him when he walked over. He hugged back tightly.

"It's so nice to see you Y/N!" He said with a smile.

"It's really great to see you too!" You said smiling back.

"If you and Nate want, you could sit with my girlfriend and I, we could have a double date." Fezco said. Before you could answer, Nate interrupted you.

"We were just leaving." Nate said coldly.

"I- but Nate, we have not even ate yet." You said.

"I can walk to the car myself! I'm not a child!" You snapped as you pulled your wrists out of his grip.

He pulled into the driveway and got out of the car. Before you could get yourself out of the car, he opened your door and pulled you out of the car.

"I can get out of the car myself!" You snapped.

"Holy shit.." You breathed out.

"What?" He asked, his jaw still clenched.

"You're so fucking hot when you're mad." You said as you bit your lip.

"Stop trying to kiss up." He said with a growl.

He knew you were right. You didn't do anything wrong, it was all on him. He knew that he acted like a dick. He looked at you. You could tell that he felt bad for the way he acted tonight.

"Look, I'm sorry baby." He said calmly.

"Why did you get so jealous?" You asked.

"I'm not jealous! It's just... you're mine!" He said. You sighed and sat up on your knees at the end of the bed. You grabbed his hands gently and pulled him over to you.

"I'm so sorry baby." He apologized again.

"It's okay." You said softly and smiled warmly.

He then took his fingers and sucked your sweet juices off of them until his fingers were clean. You bit your lip while he did so. You then sat up with a small smile as you were catching your breath.

"Well, I should go wash up." You said as you were about to get up but, Nate stopped you.

"No no, I'm not done making it up to you yet baby." He said with a smirk. It was going to be a long night.

a/n: I hope y'all liked this story!

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luvfae · 2 years

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REVENGE

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

fandom: euphoria

pairings: elliot x f reader, nate x f reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jesus fucking christ,” he sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck…” Nate whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

#euphoria #euphoria imagine #hbo euphoria #dominic fike #elliot euphoria #elliot x reader #elliot x y/n #elliot x you #rue bennett #cassie howard #maddy perez #nate jacobs #nate jacobs x you #nate jacobs x reader #nate jacobs x y/n #elliot smut #euphoria smut

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eunoiathewriter · 2 years

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Elliot x reader where Jules and Rue interrogate Elliot and question his intentions with reader, who is also in the same room but not being allowed a say in the situation.

ELLIOT X F!READER

Sypnosis: Rue and Jules are a bit overprotective of y/n so when she starts dating Elliot, that isn't going to slide just because he's their friend

Word count: 1.5k

Here's the thing, Rue and Jules tursted her one hundred percent, she was the most mature of them all and had been their friend for a long time. Being friends with Rue as long as she knew Lexi. She didn't have a problem with all the drinking or doing drugs, actually enjoying herself a drink, blunt or line at certain occasions. And the two loved her with all their might, but there was one thing bugging the shit out of them

"Why him?" The brunette girl said as she leaned against the wall behind her, eyes narrowing as she and Jules watched y/n by her locker further up the corridor.

"I have no fucking idea," Jules uttered, squinting as the two watched Elliot walk up to y/n and the girl happily saying hi, earning a playful bow from the boy. They'd known him for a year, now he and y/n were dating.

"She could get any guy and choose him? Our musician friend who dose drugs on a daily basis and acts like a whole idiot," Were these words something Rue would've said about Elliot if he wasn't dating y/n? No, not really, but the whole idiot part was true though.

"I don't understand either Rue," Jules sighed, turning to the fluffy hair girl, she was probably a bit high too.

Jules and Rue watched as y/n and Elliot talked, both of them joking and teasing one another, nothing new. Elliot then said something to the girl and brushed his knuckles against her cheekbone, making her turn away from him. They were cute and all, yes, but what was Elliot's intentions with her? Maybe it was time.

"How about some digging, agent Bennett?" Jules asked in a joking tone, Rue's eyes squinted at the couple still flirting further away from them. Letting out a hum.

"Sounds like a plan, agent Vaughn." Rue gave a sly smirk to her girlfriend.

Both of them swiftly pushed off the wall, their long legs giving both of them the ability to walk over quickly. Just on thir way however, Nate Jacob's stared at them but Rue quickly raised her hand and flipped him off. Then turning to Jules who laughed.

"I'm just saying! Why the fuck would they make vanilla oreos? That ain't fucking oreo!" y/n exclaimed to Elliot as he just looked at her rummaging through her locker. His hand holding onto one of hers and giving it a small squeeze.

"Why are we even talking about oreos again?" Elliot questioned with a raised brow.

"Cassie fucking said she likes vanilla oreos and I was like 'vanilla WHAT?!'." Her facial expressions made Elliot crack up and he had to hold in a laugh from he rant.

His eyes stayed on her with a smile as she ranted to him about vanilla oreos, y/n might be the smartest of them all but she did have times like these quite often, times where he would not let one topic go because of how she irritated herself over it. But it was something he loved, one of the many things he loved about her.

His favorites for the four months they'd been together was: those times he would play guitar in his room, y/n coming up from behind him and placing a kiss on the apple tattoo under his eye. The times when y/n would lie on he exact with Elliot on top of her, her hands plating with his bleached curls.

"Hey you two," Jules spoke, announcing her and Rue being there. Elliot spun around while y/n turned her head from the locker, hand still in Elliot's.

"Oh, hey," Elliot greeted, a bit surprised by their sudden appearance with hima nd y/n.

Rue and Jules stood awkwardly beside one another, their shoulders brushing. y/n turned her body fully, cocking her head at the two girls as she squinted. Almost as I'd she was looking into their souls. Rue gave the tight-lipped smile she gave whenever there was something.

"Okey what's going on?" y/n poked at Rue, Elliot catching onto that they were acting strange.

Jules and Rue gave one another a look before in swift movements, Rue grabbed Elliot's hood and started ro pull him down the corridor, making him loose his grip on y/n's hand. Jules throwing a arm over y/n's shoulders and pulling her behind Elliot and Rue.

This very much reminded Elliot of the time that Jules felt the need to interrogate him over how he and Rue met, only that it was Jules pulling Elliot and Rue pulling y/n along just to see the show go down. Rue knowing her girlfriend was jealous of this new boy.

They reached a empty classroom and Jules locked it behind them, Rue pushing Elliot to sit down on a chair. He watched as Rue leaned against a desk, glaring him down, Jules sitting y/n down on one bench close by and standing beside her. His eyes found y/n's with a questioning look and y/n simply shrugged.

"Now, Elliot," Rue began. "Are you gonna answer our questions?"

"Depends on what manic thing you guys have come up with this time, I thought we were done with the interrogation shit." Elliot's eyes darted between all three girls, clearly it was only Rue and Jules that were know about this.

"Come on you two, just let Elly be and-" Jules quickly put a hand over y/n's mouth, catching her off guard. The blond patted y/n's arm lightly.

"Nah ah ah," Rue batted a finger at y/n. "Now back to you, what are your intentions with y/n?"

"My what?" Elliot was a bit taken aback by the fact that they asked this four months into their relationship.

"Oh Rue just-" Once more Jules put her hand over y/n's mouth, shutting her up.

"Come on," Jules gestured for Elliot to continue bit he just looked between the two girls.

"You just using her for a fuck?" Rue asked, Elliot shaking his head vigorously.

"The hell? Now I'm not."

"When did you know you were in love with her then?" Jules asked, her hand still over y/n's mouth, sitting next to the h/c girl on the bench. Elliot sighed, looking up at the roof.

"Why do you even need to know?"

"Because we do," Rue quickly answered him, probably snapped out from her high.

"There was this one time, we were hanging out without the two of you, in my car and we had like, I don't know, driven off somewhere. We were smoking some weed and she just blew some smoke in my face, it just.. I dint know that was just kinda the start I guess."

"Now, are you gonna turn her into a whole addict?" Rue asked with a sten voice, she was not going to have her friend that actually did good and have a future, to throw it away for some boy.

"Fuck no," Elliot looked at Rue. "Look she only dise ut like every once in a while, and I ain't gonna turn her into a addict."

"You guys ever kissed before getting together and all that?" Jules then asked with a grin, this causing Elliot to fall quiet. His and y/n's eyes meeting in a look of knowing. Jules hand still over y/n's mouth gently.

"So you did?" Rue asked, almost completely out of her foggy mind.

"Come on, when?" Jules pressed on and Elliot waited for a sign that y/n didn't want him to tell. But she simply shrugged her shoulders and sighed behind Jules hand.

"Kinda," Elliot answered snd Jules narrowed her eyes.

"Kinda or you did kiss her?"

"I mean kind,"

"No, we're not doing the same shit you pulled when I asked if you were straight of fucking gay!" Jules immediately told Elliot off, y/n letting out a snort behind Jules hand.

"Did you kiss before getting together? Yes or no and when was it." Rue leaned down to be at eye level with Elliot but she wasn't the least scary for him so he just sat back and watched her. Sighing.

"Fine, yeah we did. On new years, midnight." Elliot looked up at Rue with and annoyed face, but Rue let her face fall into shock.

"You didn't tell us this?!" Jules exclaimed at y/n who simply shrugged.

"We got together like four days later," Elliot piped in.

Then it all switched, instead of Jules and Rue interrogating Elliot they both began to argue back and forth about not noticing the two kiss at new years since all of them had been together that night.

This however, made Jules let y/n go and Rue was turned away from Elliot, y/n sneaked her way over to Elliot who still sat on the chair Rue had pulled out.

"Should we rethink out choice in friends?" y/n leaned down and put her chin on Elliot's shoulder, looking up at him with big eyes.

"Maybe but they need us," Elliot joked back, both of them smiling as the blond and brunette continued their bickering.

Their eyes stayed glued on one another, even after four months Elliot still felt his heart beat faster at her soft eyes. y/n always having a feeling of happiness with him, her cheeks heating up around him.

y/n leaned up and kissed the tattoo under his eyes softly, leaning her head against his, closing her eyes.

"Love you," She whispered.

"Love you too,"

"How the fuck didn't you nor I notice they kissed on fucking new years, Jules?!"

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The gold around your neck | Fezco x Jacobs!Reader

Summary: You wear Fez’s initial on a chain around your neck

Pairing: Fezco x Reader

Word count: 0.5k

Note: Obviously, this is inspired by that one line in Call it what you want by Taylor Swift

Being part of the Jacobs family was not easy; neither was being Nate's sister.

He was a complete ass to all the boys you ever dated - counting Fez. Sometimes, it worked in your favor. Like that one time Finch was selling your nudes to his friends. When Nate saw them being passed around in the locker room, he didn't hesitate to punch him and threaten to beat him up real bad if he didn't stop. There was also Corey who put his hands under your skirt without permission. The tears on your face when you came home had Nate on his feet and ready to beat whoever hurt you.

Other times, it made your life more difficult.

''F for Fezco,'' your brother mocked when you came down for breakfast, catching the gold pendant around your neck.

''No, it's for fuck off,'' you bit back. You went to the freezer and took out the box of Eggos.

Nate breathed a short laugh. ''Look at you parading around town with that half retard's initial around your neck. Like he owns you. Like dogs who needs their owner to tag their address on them so people know where to return them to if lost.''

''Fez's not possessive like you.''

''Then why the necklace?''

Personally, you always found wearing your boyfriend's initial around their neck very tacky. Like Nate had said, you were not a fucking dog. But, a lot of girls saw the gesture as quite romantic. To their eyes, it was their boyfriend declaring their love for them, but also their exclusive right to them. Sort of like a promise ring, but without the big commitment.

To you, this was not what the chain around your neck represented. To you, it held a deeper meaning.

''That new?'' Fez asked while you sat in his lap on the couch, tracing his fingers along the slim chain down to the 'F' dangling from it. The quality of the jewelry was very yellow and cheap, but good jewelry was expensive.

You bit your lip. Since you got it, you had been nervous to get his reaction, worried he'll get the wrong message. It was difficult to guess with Fez.

His eyebrows furrowed together, blue eyes glued on the pendant. ''Why?''

You mirrored his frown. ''What do you mean?''

''Why would you want my initial around your neck like that? Put my name on you like you're my fuckin' possession.'' He shook his head. ''I ain't that kind of guy.''

''I know. I know.'' You smoothed your hands up his clothed chest and to the back of his neck, reassuring him with your touch. ''That's not why I got it. I want to wear it because you're the only one who really knows me.''

There was many versions of yourself. The you your family knew. The you your friends knew. The you your ex-boyfriends knew. The you your teachers and classmates knew - etc. But none of these versions were the real you. They were their perceptions of you.

The real you was guarded behind high walls, which only Fez had knocked down. He knew your deepest secrets and what you were afraid of. He was the only person you allowed yourself to be completely vulnerable with. He never judged you for making terrible decisions or liking certain things.

Fez pressed his forehead against yours. ''You're the only one who really knows me too.'' You smiled. ''I'll get you a nicer one, though. My girl deserved fuckin' gold.''

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