The nights of the last gasp of study season seem as though they go on forever, and as I watch the clock on the wall of Michelle's cluttered dining room, I could swear on my life that time is slowing down. It takes an hour for five minutes to pass, while the numbers on the maths book in my hands seem to merge together into some sort of mathematical soup right in front of my eyes.
For some reason, with Michelle and Jen nattering history facts to one another on the other side of the table, I think about Alison and what she might be doing right now on the eve of the summer exams. Is she pulling an all-nighter too? Maybe, but not for studying. Alison hardly needed to study at all, that’s how clever she was. Even in those party frenzied days of early winter when she and I would pop a molly and stay up until dawn gurning she would still appear in class the next day and answer the teachers questions perfectly with a bored nonchalance about her while I sweated in the seat behind her, fighting a battle that I would inevitably lose to the boys toilets by the eleven o’clock break.
Alison won’t be studying, but maybe she’s popped a molly without me and is dancing somewhere, singing along to whatever pop song is charting right now and whipping her fiery hair about while I sit here for the eighth night in a row, making my way steadily through a packet of chocolate digestive biscuits that I foraged from the Tengu’s pantry.
Maybe she’s even getting laid. I peer across the table at Jen and Michelle, pulling faces at one another and arguing over their bullet points for the battle of Stalingrad, and am struck with a reminder of the barren wasteland my sex life has become. It’s been months since I’ve been touched by someone who wasn’t myself and the outlook looks bleak. It’s doubtful that will change any time soon, so while there is every chance Alison is having sex literally right now, the chances for me are worse than being stuck down by a thunderbolt.
Debra, pokes her head through the door, “I’m off to bed now, loves, is there anything you need before I go?”
Michelle rifles through a handful of flashcards, “No, mam, we’re fine.”
“Right well, don’t stay up too late.”
“Uh, it’s an all-nighter. That means we’re staying up all night.”
“Well alright, Michelle, there’s no need to take that tone with me.”
“I’m not taking a tone, I'm just explaining something to you.”
“Well I feel like you’re taking a tone, Michelle, and I don’t appreciate it, especially in front of your friend.”
“Him? He’s Jen’s friend, and by the way-”
“Alright!” Jen interrupts, “Goodnight, Debra, we’ll see you in the morning.”
Debra steps back into the living room with a hassled, “Goodnight.”
I glance at Michelle, who stares back at me with the same naked fury simmering in her eyes that has been there since the library, daring me to speak to her, but I couldn't be bothered to traverse that landscape. Not a hope. These days I only speak to her when strictly necessary. I turn back to my books and start pencilling out another equation.
As the night drags on, my eyelids become weighty as my focus slowly wavers, and Jen, in tandem, becomes lethargic in her seat, head lolling over the back of it, bleary eyes on the cornicing on the ceiling as though they hold the answers to the questions that Michelle is grilling her with. She will resign soon. I flip a page of my maths book and reach for another chocolate biscuit, only for my hand to connect with empty packaging. Did I really eat all that? Oh well, I’m still growing.
My voice is croaky from disuse when I speak, “You have other snacks?”
Michelle acknowledges me reluctantly, “Cupboard above the microwave.”
I raid her kitchen for half a packet of cheese tortillas, some penguin bars and some salted peanuts. At the back of the cupboard I spy Michelle’s precious Nutella, of which she started a war against her parents over during those fraught early days of her break up, and for some strange, vengeful moment I feel compelled to unscrew the lid and dunk my whole finger in it, lick it clean and then toss it back, hoping that by the time she notices what I have done I’ll be long gone.
I return and throw a penguin bar across the spread of papers to Jen, who misses and it thwacks against the wall behind her. She groans at the prospect of picking it up, shifting her body like it is composed of lead and slumping to half heartedly scoop it from the floorboards with limp fingers. “I’m sleepy,” she groans, “I can’t do this anymore.”
Michelle is stern, “You’re not sleepy, you’re fine, just have more sugar.”
“No, I am. I can’t think anymore. I feel drunk.”
“Come on, Jenny,” I say with gentle encouragement as she hoists herself like a sack of potatoes back into the chair, “You can manage, just another hour, huh?”
“An hour? It’s already three in the morning. I can’t.”
Michelle places a hand on Jen’s, still clutching the chocolate, “We just have a few more things to get through, just to make sure we really have the best chance of good marks tomorrow, yeah?”
“And I’m, like, eighty percent through this maths stuff,” I chime in, “I want to have a look over quadratic equations and then just do a quick refresh on trig…”
Jen looks at us as though we’ve gone insane, “Then study that stuff,” she says incredulously, “I’m not stopping you.”
Michelle and I exchange guilty looks.
“Why do you need me here to study? Are you afraid to be alone in the same room or something? God.”
Jen’s eyes are sunken and heavy, her makeup smudged from where she has been rubbing them, the same way she did as a child when everything got too much for her. “If you don’t let me sleep I am going to break down crying, so either study on your own or stop studying, I don’t care.” She heaves herself from the table and staggers towards the door, “Goodnight, losers. Talk or don’t talk, I couldn’t give less of a shit,” and with a yank on the french doors she is gone.
And the clock ticks.
And a page flips.
And we don’t say a word.
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Toxic!Soroity!Vanessa X Reader. Meeting.
TW: Drug Mention, Non-Con, Dub-Con, alcohol, toxic relationship
Note: L/N = Last name
The air was turning crisp from the Chang of seasons, you were bundled up in a fuzzy blue sweater your grandma had made you as a collage gift. The campus was huge, you had to speed walk to make it to your English Class.
You entered the large building, heading to your normal classroom, sitting in your usual spot, pulling out your books. You felt someone push behind you, and heard them settle next to you. The bell rung, and the professor walked up to the front of the class, clearing his throat.
“ good evening class. We have a new student in our class, but most certainly not new to the school. Ms.Shelly, why don’t you introduce yourself, I’m sure you don’t need one though. “
Your teacher slightly pointed up near you, looking over it was the person who sat next to your. She was a taller girl, with pale skin and thick blonde locks. She glared down at the professor, she had the iciest blue eyes you had seen.
“ my names Vanessa Shelly, I’m a Law Major, and newly elected president of Kappa Theta, surprisingly the only Sorority house in this stupid college. “
Her voice echoed in the hall, your heart raced, she was strong, intimidating, and beautiful. The Professor scoffed, heading to his desk.
“ it’s good we only have one, we can hardly keep your in control “
“ Watch your mouth. I’ll say some shit you didn’t even know where words. “
Vanessa barked down, before sitting down silently. The professor ignored her, and put the day’s assignments on the white board, it was just some reading and writing, nothing bad. You pulled out your notebook, and flipped through the pages, going back to your short story page, carefully writing your make it fluent.
You hummed, before feeling a nudge on your shoulder. Looking over, it was Vanessa.
“ so. What are we supposed to be doing? “
“ oh, we’re writing our short stories, do you want help with yours? “
“ oh it’s the free period here too? Sweet. “
Vanessa leaned back in her seat, and began to scroll through her phone. You akwardly chuckled, looking back at her.
“ well, uhm no. If you need help I’d be happy too- “
“ don’t. I only do shit if it’s important, like a quiz. “
She side eyed you, before smirking.
“ your pretty cute for a nerd. What’s ya name. “
“ O-Oh! Y/N, Y/N L/N. Why are you in an English class if you’re a law major? “
“ needed the credits. God you are gorgeous~ “
Vanessa held your chin, chuckling slightly. You couldn’t help but blush, feeling yourself grow hot.
“ She’s also my Star Pupil, so I’d be happy if you didn’t infect her “
The professor called up. Embarrassed, you tried to pull back, but Vanessa kept her hold, pulling you even closer.
“ Mind your fucking business asshole. You’re fucking lucky I show up. “
He didn’t even attempt to respond. Vanessa turned her attention back to you, her eyes half lidded, but glistening in the light.
“ Kappa Theta is holding an opening party later, anyone who’s interested to join is welcome. Why don’t you stop by, I’m sure you’d be a delight to have there~ “
“ N-no I couldn’t, I’m not into that stuff. “
“ but your into my stuff, i saw you looking at me..what, do I look good? “
You blushed again, and Vanessa laughed, letting you go. You turned back to your assignment, trying to write again. Vanessa slid you over a small peice of paper with the adress.
“ cmon, dress pretty, you’ll have a amazing time baby~ “
You nodded, finally able to settle down and finish your assignment you were already planning what you should wear, not that you had anything like she wore, but you’d make an attempt.
*~*
You showed up to the address,you could hear the music already blaring from inside the white and pink house. You tugged on your white blouse, and fixing your black legging, before knocking on the door.
The door swung open, a shorter blonde greeted you.
“ heyyy, welcome to Kappa Theta. Names Caroline. Who invited you? “
“ oh uh, hi. I’m Y/N..Vanessa Shelly Invited me. She gave me the address in our English class “
The girl turned around into the house.
“ Hey Nessa! Your English girl is hereee “
You looked into the house, watching as the tall blonde stumbled into the mud room of the house, looking up at you.
“ Y/N~ come on in, I’ve been waiting for you. “
You smiled, nodding at Caroline before heading in, wiping you feet and walking up to Vanessa.
“ hi Vanessa..I hope this is alright, it’s one of the nicest outfits I have. “
“ god don’t you look adorable, I love it. Cmon, you’re my special guest tonight, you can hang out with me. “
Vanessa lead you into the living room, it was a rather large room, two couches, one on each side of the room, a large TV that was playing some sports game, and a few coffee tables that you supposed had been moved around. Vanessa sat down on the larger of the two couches, patting the spot next to her for you to sit.
You sat down next to her, and she pulled you into her, playing with your hair while she watched the party. Vanessa was rather…handsy, but you didn’t mind too much.
“ do you want a drink sweetheart? We practically have every alcohol on earth. “
“ uhm, maybe just a high noon? I’m not too worried about flavor. “
“ HEY, GET MY GIRL A HIGH NOON “
You jumped slightly when Vanessa shouted into the kitchen, a red headed man came out and tossed you the can. You opened it and drank slowly. The room around you blared with music, and lights flashed. It was rather overstimulating, but you stayed quiet. Suddenly, a girl walked up to you two, fidgeting akwardly.
“ h-hey Vanessa do you..got it? “
“ how much you got? “
Vanessa rustled through her purse, the girl infront of you pulled out a wad of cash.
“ Y/N will you count that for me real quick please? “
You nodded, taking the cash, counting quickly, it was all one’s.
“ 50 bucks. “
“ you fucking with me Cindy? “
You looked back up at the girl, Cindy. Her eyes pleaded, you where concerned on what they where taking about, and what she was even trying to buy.
“ your lucky I got a little something. But next time it won’t be this cheep. “
Vanessa tossed a very small bag to Cindy, you could see a loose white powder inside and gasped. When the girl left, you stared at Vanessa.
“ was that crack? “
“ yeah. “
“ You a law major?? Trying to be a lawyer?? “
Vanessa held your chin again, giving you that smile you fell for before.
“ don’t worry about it, no one ever finds out…cmon..relax, it’s a party after all. “
You went quiet, drinking your alcohol again. A horde of girls led into the living room by Caroline,you felt Vanessa grip on your shoulders tighten, and you could see here eyes darken.
“ Vanessa, these…lovely..group of ladies wish to enlist in our lovely sorority. “
“ I see…well..what brings you all to join? “
The girls chuckled amongst themselves, pushing one up to talk for them.
“Well, we just wanna fully enjoy college life, so why not join The Soroity. Is there some initiation or something? “
Vanessa chuckled, standing up. Your stomach twisted with what she’d do, but she seemed so polite, she wouldn’t hurt them, right?
“ yeah, here. “
Vanessa lead the girls into the kitchen, you quickly got up and follow them. Vanessa bent down behind her kitchen island, pulling out 4 bottles of scotch.
“ if yall can finish these off without cheating, you can join. Bailey, make sure you watch them. Let’s go sweetheart “
Vanessa’s tone was harsh, and you followed her back to the couch, sitting with her again. You stomach twisted at the thought of drinking that much scotch.
“ are you gonna make me do that? “
“ no, never! You’re my honorary member, besides, those girls won’t get past the second bottle. No one ever does. Well, no freshman does. “
Vanessa wrapped her arm around you shoulder, her other hand on your thigh. You hated to admit it, but you liked her, she was gorgeous, and she clearly liked you. You never let anyone touch you as much as she was touching you.
“ soo…Y/N…have you ever..been touched? “
Vanessa asked softly, making small circles with her finger nail on your thighs. You chuckled, glancing off.
“ no..n-not by someone else…”
“ but have you touched yourself~? “
You felt embarrassment rush through your veins, you gripped your blouse again, before letting yourself nod.
“ w-when my roommate’s not home..”
“ yeah? What do you do? You seem like you love a bit of grinding~ “
You squeezed your legs together, burring your face in your hands. You hated this feeling, but it burned in your stomach, it made you feel something, and you’ve never felt like it before.
“ aww..don’t be flustered beautiful…I haven’t had anyone else touch me either, only my own two fingers..and maybe a toy or two~ “
She pulled you closer to her, sitting you on her lap. She traced her fingers up and down your waist, eyeing your chest.
“Cmon…tell me beautiful~ “
“ I-i..I grind on my pillow when my roommate’s not there…sometimes I just m-m…masterbait..”
“ fuck..”
Vanessa pulled you in and kissed you deeply, running her fingers messily through your hair. You pulled back quickly, your heart raced from the rush of the kiss.
“ come on baby…you know you want it…I can take such good care. “
You contemplated the options, you hadn’t had such a feeling ever. You pushed yourself back into her, kissing her gently. She smirked, gripping your hips as she kissed you harder.
“ how about me and you head upstairs…let me take care of that body of yours…”
You only answered in a nod, and Vanessa was dragging you through the living room, and up the stairs. She lead you into the her room, it was painted pink, with a large bed in the middle. A white vanity was on one side, and a large cabinet on the other side, along with posters and other things around the room. She pushed you into the bed, pulling off your blouse and tossing it aside. She pulled your bra off aswell, putting it specifically on her vanity.
“ fuck..look at those tits…”
She began to fondle you, dragging her thumbs gently across each nipple. You whimpered slightly, and she laughed
“ don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you…”
She turned around and stripped off her top and bra, tossing them both near your blouse. She began to work down her skirt, before stopping, turning to you.
“ you wanna help me get these off~? “
You quickly nodded, reaching up to the waistband and slowly pulling them down, admiring her panties. She chuckled, teasingly playing with her waistband.
“ cmon L/N…these too “
You pulled them down at her, practically panting at the sight of her pussy only a few inches from your face.
“ good girl~ now let me get yours. “
Vanessa pushed you down, pulling off your leggings and panties at once. She put your panties ontop of your bra, and threw the leggings aside. Finally, you two sat in the silence of the room, starting at eachothers nude bodies.
“ well, I won’t waste anymore time. Sit still. “
Vanessa turned, digging through her vanity. You watched her grab something, and slide something up her legs. She turned around, she wore a bright pink strap. You blushed profusely, looking away entirely. Vanessa pushed you down, and kissed up your neck, biting down on your shoulders and leaving hickeys on every open part of your skin from your neck down.
“ oh so beautiful…god I’ll enjoy this…”
“ n-Nessa please be gentle…I-I’ve never taken something like this. “
She quickly covered your mouth with her palm, growling into your ear.
“ stay fucking quiet, your mine right now…the only noises I want to hear coming from you are moans. “
Vanessa held your legs open, dragging the tip through your folds, before plunging in. You let out a moan of pleasure, and immediately gripped the bedsheets. Vanessa thrusted into you, her pelvis hitting you with a wet slap.
“ god..for a fucking virgin you sure are soaking. .”
She hooked your legs over her shoulders, and thrusted into you harder, keeping her steady pace while also ruining you. Tears had already began to swell in your eyes, the size was ripping you apart, your moans were practically screams of pleasure mixed with pain.
“ v-Vanessa! Oh god I-it hurts!! I can’t do this..I can’t please s-stop! “
She ignored you, instead thrusting into you harder, faster, deeper. Her fingers gripped your waist, leaving dark bruises from the pressure, her nails leaving marks just above the bruises.
“ Fuck. Fuck your good. God you..pathetic fucking whore …”
“ Vanessa p-please!! I can’t do this please please please stop!! I can’t I can’t do this “
You felt the sting of a slap on your ass, and with a few finally aggressive thrusts, you cum. Your moans are ruined, you can hardly control your own breathing. She pulled out for a moment, panting, before grinding through your folds again.
“ n-no…please n-not again…”
“ you won’t even feel it after your third round..now be a good girl for me and shut up. “
And with a single thrust, you were moaning again, gripping to the sheets again, looking up at the face who only moments ago was looking at you with such love. It was going to be a long night.
*~*
The sun peaked through the blinds, and made you awake. You shot up, panting, holding the covered over your nude body. You could hardly remeber last night, only that you had to of been 6 rounds deep before you were absolutely screaming for her to stop. Vanessa was stil asleep next to you. You got up quickly, grabbing your phone from your leggings pocket, you missed two of your classes already, and actively late in English.
“ fuck fuck I’m dead- I’m dead- “
You turned to grab your undergarments from the vanity, but they were missing, she must of moved them somewhere. You didn’t have time to deal with that, you slowly slid the leggings and blouse back on. You could still see hickeys and bruises around you neck, you quickly turned to her cabinet, digging through and grabbing the first full hoodie you could find, throwing it on. You then slid your shoes on, and dashed out the front door, not even caring to look back.
You ran down through the campus, skidding into your English class, moments too late. The dismissal bell had rung, you had missed one of your most important classes.
“ Ms L/N. I wasn’t to shocked to see you missed. I already emailed your other professors and said you had slept in late and had gotten sick, sit. “
Your professor spoke, point towards the chair near his desk. You sat, guilt ate at you like a dog who hadn’t been fed in days.
“ you went to that party, didn’t you. “
“ she wanted me to…I didn’t know what was going to happen. “
“ what did happen, Ms L/N. “
You stayed quiet. You didn’t know what she’d do if you told, but you didn’t want to find out.
“ we know what happens. I will tell you now, Ms L/N. She is a parasite, and she has latched on. You need to stop seeing her if you have any chance off successfully graduating in three years “
“ but I just missed today! And trust me I’m really sorry, but it won’t happen again, I promise! “
Your professor stood up sighing, heading towards the door to let you go.
“ you have a bright future, don’t let her ruin it. Have a good day Y/N, you are excused from the rest of the classes. “
You got up and walked out, she couldn’t be that bad, right? Sure, she was a bit aggressive last night, but she was drunk and into it.
You made your way back to your dorm room, stopping suddenly, Vanessa and another girl stood infront of the dorm building chatting. She must of woke up when you left earlier.
“ Oh, Y/N, there are are…in my 80 dollar hoodie. “
You went quiet, trying to walk through them. She grabbed you by the hood, pulling you into her.
“ you took my virginity last night, i think the hoodie is a good trade off. “
You mutter, they both burst out laughing. Vanessa held your face, kissing you gently, you felt her put something around your wrist. Looking down, it was a bright pink scrunchie
“ here you go~ now you’ll wear this everywhere you go, and everyone will know your mine~ “
“ y-yours? “
“ well yeah. You’re my pretty little girlfriend now..we’re going out to lunch later so I can show you off to everyone…you’ll be good and come, won’t you~? “
You swallowed the air in your lungs, and nodded. Vanessa smirked, and let you go. You hurried to your dorm room, and threw off the hoodie. The scrunchie felt like a chain on your wrist. You were hers, like she said last night.
You’d make it work. Shed get better, everything would be alright.
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omg! kendall and I’ll be home soon. please!!!!
oops I made this a lil smutty. 18+ for safety
Kendall Roy x Reader
prompt: I'll be home soon.
It was late when your phone rang. You were curled on top of Kendall’s bed with the TV flickering silently. You didn’t remember falling asleep.
You grabbed your phone, blearily looking at the name. Your heart leapt. It was Kendall.
“Hey baby,�� you said.
“Hey,” came his familiar voice on the other end. “Did I wake you up?”
“Can you tell?”
“I can hear it in your voice.”
“It’s okay. I’m so glad you called. Where are you?”
“About a mile above the Atlantic.”
You propped yourself up on pillows, leaning back against the headboard.
“How did everything go?”
“Great.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Well, I can’t get into it now.”
“Oh, I get it. Is your family around?”
“Yeah. Exactly.”
“God, Kendall. I missed you.”
“I missed you too. We’re almost back.”
“How soon?”
“About two hours.”
“Should I wait up for you?”
“Are you sure you won’t fall asleep again?”
You could hear the grin in his voice.
“I’ll try not to.”
“What have you been doing while I was away?”
“Thinking about you.”
“Stop. That’s not all.”
“You’re right. That’s not all.”
“Tell me.”
“I’ve been lying in our bed wishing there was someone here with me.”
“Uh-huh. Who would that be?”
“You, Kendall. Just you.”
“What else?”
“At night I turn off all the lights. Then I take off my clothes and slide into our bed.”
“Uh-huh.”
“It’s no good when you’re away. I need someone here to help me. I can’t do it all myself.”
“What do you need me to do?”
“I need you to come here to me. I need you to put your hands on me. I need you to get high with me and stay up all night.”
“I can absolutely do that.”
“Good. Then get here faster. I’m in bed now but I still have all my clothes on.”
“Well, maybe you should change that.”
“What should I take off first? Start from the top down?”
“Yes.”
You put the phone on speaker and set it in the center of the bed. Then you lifted your shirt over your head and dropped it on the floor.
“I’m not wearing any underwear at all.”
“That’s good.”
“I’m sliding off my pants. I wish you were here to do it for me.”
Your pants slid off the bed, onto the floor.
“Do you want me to touch myself?” you said into the phone.
“Not until I get there.”
“Well, too bad you’re not here to stop me.”
There was a long pause on the other end. You heard muffled movement. Then Kendall’s voice came through.
“Everyone’s asleep,” he said. “I just stepped into the bathroom. Now listen to me closely.”
“I’m listening.”
“Stay just like you are. Naked. In our bed. On top of the sheets. In two hours I’m going to walk in the door. I might be a little high already. I’m going to come in the bedroom and take off my shoes, my jacket, all my clothes. Then I’m going to crawl over you and proceed to fuck you like I haven’t seen you in three weeks. Then we’re going to do another bump and we’re going to fuck some more. And you’re going to wish you could go back to sleep but I’m going to keep you up all night, Y/N. I hope you’re ready.”
“Fuck, Kendall. I’m so fucking ready.”
“You better not be touching yourself."
“You’re making it really fucking difficult.”
“I’ll be home soon,” he said. “I promise. Then I’ll take care of you. Okay?”
“I know you will.”
“Wait up for me.”
“Always.”
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