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deliriousgrl-writes · 4 months ago

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Riding nate in his room after a football game would be insane

YES especially if he was in a bad mood 👀

secret//nate jacobs x fem reader

cw: emotional abuse, male anatomy described, female anatomy described, secret relationship, unprotected p in v, degradation, fem reader tries to top for the first time, riding nate because he’s sad or mad or whatever’s going on in his pretty head, he’s rlly mean tbh, doesn’t matter because you’re obsessed with him and he is with you

you knew better than to try and open your mouth right now. nate was silent as he drove down the dark streets of your town, his jaw clenched and his big hand gripping the steering wheel hard.

you were nate’s secret, you knew that, and it hurt more than ever tonight. you had been watching him in the bleachers during his game, the stands crowded and loud. your eyes were on him the whole time, number eighteen and his tall form a force on the manicured green grass. everything was going well, nate was one of the greatest assets on the high school football team, usually being the one who won the games. but tonight had turned out different, nate had seemed distracted before the game, though you weren’t able to speak with him before the game had started to try and find out why. you had saw something different in his brown eyes, his usual pride and confidence missing as he set foot on the field.

east highland was winning, and you were smiling and happy, cheering with the rest of your peers and everyone on the bleachers. everything was going as great as it always did when you watched nate play football, the scoreboard letting everyone know that the team was going to remain undefeated. your eyes focused on nate, watching as one of his teammates threw him the ball, but instead of running, nate’s tall form stayed put. you weren’t sure what was going on with him, or where his dark eyes were looking, but he froze. it happened so fast from where you were seated in real time, but as you sat, wondering why nate wasn’t running to go ahead and win the game, time seemed slower. your heart began to beat faster, your brows pinched together, and before you knew it someone on the other team was knocking nate’s tall body backwards on the field. your eyes widened, standing up on the metal bleachers, worry ringing through you. you wished more than anything that you could run over to him, wanting to be beside him but were forced to watch as his teammates, coach, referee, and medic crowded around him on the bright grass of the field. you couldn’t be with him, because nate wouldn’t want it, he wished to keep you far away in his day to day life. out of sight from everyone. his secret.

you were still stinging with worry as he finally got up, his coach and the ref holding his tall body up, nate’s face looking down at the ground like he didn’t want anyone to see him. they pulled him off the field, away from your view while you were forced to watch the rest of the game. his team won, but you didn’t care, just yearning to be wherever he was.

nate usually spent time with you after games, after he was paraded around with his teammates, accepting cheers and smiles. you knew where you needed to wait after games, somewhere in the dark and away from any prying eyes, where nate’s silver truck would pull up and you’d have to struggle to jump in. so you waited, watching as vehicles drove out of the parking lot, people leaving and the bright lights of the field shutting off. you wrapped your arms around yourself, wondering how long it would take him to finally show up, wondering if he was in pain or was being taken to the hospital or something.

but he finally showed up, and that’s why you found yourself in the uncomfortable silence as he drove you to his house. you wanted to say something, all the words on the tip of your tongue, but if you said them you figured nate would only get angry, taking all his frustration out on you instead of himself. he would probably accuse you of thinking he was weak or something, a retaliation due to his own insecurities. he’d been seeing you in secret for about seven months at that point and you’d learned enough about him to know how seriously he took himself, how much he beat himself up for being any less than the man he wanted himself to be. who he pretended to be. it was his ego and more than ever, watching his tense body drive in the dark, his ego was bruised.

once nate finally pulled up to his large family home, you jumped when he got out, him slamming the drivers side door of his big truck with force. you winced slightly, your body on high alert when instead of opening your door for you and helping you get out like he usually did, he quickly jogged up to his front door. when you finally worked up the courage to make it out of his truck and into his house, you slowly walked up the staircase, your eyes scanning around the jacob’s family portraits, younger versions of nate making your stomach twist. his bedroom door was closed and you slowly turned the knob, walking into his tidy space, the smell of his room a small comfort to you. the sound of the shower running could be heard from behind his bathroom door, and you went to sit down on his bed, your heart racing as you wondered what kind of mood he would be in once he was in your presence again.

you’d seen how angry nate could be, how much his face would change and how his deep voice sounded when he screamed. he had scared you more than once during the past seven months but you cared too much to walk away. finding yourself clinging to him no matter how fucked up the situation he put you in was. it felt as if you were helpless without him, nate made sure of it, making sure that you had no one close in your life but him. even your relationship with your family was strained now, spending any ounce of free time you had with nate, one of his main rules for you. and you did what he said everytime, everything he wished. after all, you just wanted him. only him.

your eyes darted to the bathroom door once he walked out, seeing his tall, lean muscular body in only some tight black boxers, watching as he moved around his dimly lit room. a lump was in your throat, his hands pulling out some clothes out of his wardrobe, his broad shoulders tense. you shifted nervously on his bed, his soft duvet under the exposed skin of your legs under your dress. nate liked when you wore feminine things like dresses and skirts, and you quickly changed your preferences to meet his, always wanting him to enjoy the way you looked even if you were uncomfortable.

he finally sat on the edge of the bed and your eyes stayed on him from where you sat near his pillows. you could hear his deep breathing, his slightly tanned, muscular upper body on display. the clothes he’d just dragged out of his wardrobe were piled beside him at the end of the bed but he made no move to put them on. your heart started to race as he put his head in his hands, him not making a sound but obviously showing signs of distress. “nate?” you whispered, anxiety in your limbs.

you could see him take a breath before he spoke, his deep voice low. “what?”

his reply was a bit muffled in his large hands still covering his face and you found yourself feeling bad for him. you knew that he was beating himself up because of the mishap at his game and you wished that he wouldn’t, your heart clenching in your chest. you let out a soft breath before moving on the bed behind him, your fingers a little shaky as you hesitantly placed them on his broad shoulders. his muscles tensed beneath your fingers and he pulled his hands down from his face, his elbows still resting on his thighs as he turned his head a little to look at you before you spoke. “are you-”

he cut you off before you could finish your sentence, his brows furrowing a little. “don’t even start,” he interrupted, his jaw clenching as he narrowed his dark eyes at you. it was as if he didn’t want you to try and comfort him at all, to just ignore how he was feeling and what had happened during his game. it made you upset, though you would never say so, not wanting to make him angry. you bit your lip as he turned away from you again, your hands still placed on his shoulders. you knew he didn’t wish to talk about how he felt but you also wanted to do anything you could to make him feel better. to ease his stress and try to turn him back into the nate you usually knew, the one who kept you hidden from his world but would also be the kindest, most doting boy you’d ever met. the boy who’d secretly left sweet notes in your locker, the boy who would pull you into dark corners in the high school you both attended to flirt with you and make you blush uncontrollably. of course nate could be rough during sex with you, but you didn’t mind, you liked it, one of the things nate made you realize about yourself. no matter how hard he would push you, no matter how rough, he would wrap you in his arms afterwards and praise you. kiss you all over and make you believe that he really saw you as all the good things he said he did. that you really were so good for him. so you decided to make him feel better the only way he would allow you to, taking the lead for the first time since he’d been sneaking around with you.

you closed your eyes for a second before you started, still feeling the lump in your throat and anticipating a bad reaction as you started to press your lips to his shoulders from behind. you did it over and over, gentle and soft, feeling his hot, freshly showered skin beneath your lips and smelling the delicious smell of his body wash in your nostrils. you rubbed your hands down his toned back, still pressing kisses to his skin. you finally felt him start to relax though he didn’t turn to look at you just yet, making you still feel weary as you continued. you were nervous to even be doing this, nate was always the one who initiated, always the one who kissed or touched you first, but you kept going, starting to feel yourself ache for him as you ran your hands over the muscles of his back.

you were on your knees behind him now, sitting up a bit as you leaned your head over beside his own, pressing your lips to his neck. you closed your eyes, your small fingers climbing up his back to his shoulders before traveling down to his collar bones. you were enjoying how warm and strong he felt beneath your fingertips, how heavenly he smelled as you slowly kissed the side of his neck all over. your eyes widened when he suddenly got up, making you fall back a little on his mattress, meeting his dark gaze as he peered down at you. you felt scared for a moment, wondering if his mood still hadn’t shifted from feeling your lips on his skin, but it quickly dissipated some as he leaned down and crawled over you. his strong arms were on either side of your head as he hovered over you smaller body, his face only inches from your own and you felt his hot minty breath over your skin. you didn’t wait for him to speak or move, you wanted to be the one who made him feel good, you wanted to make him feel all the things he was always making you feel. so you reach your hands up and cupped both his cheeks beneath your palms, pulling his head down a little as you finally crashed your lips onto his. nate reciprocated the kiss, thankfully for you, and you pulled him down lower, wrapping your arms around his neck to get closer. he pressed his body against you, his body heat making your stomach swirl and you could already feel how hard he was in his tight boxers, his tip poking into your leg. nate’s breathing was getting faster as you moved your lips over his, your fingers going to tangle in his damp, short hair.

nate was always making you feel high off him, the way his hands touched you or his lips tasted making your brain go fuzzy and your heart pound. you moaned into his mouth when he pressed his hardness into you, making him bring his hands down and grip your hips, pushing you hard against his bed. a fire was building inside of you as he dug his fingers through the soft material of your dress and into your hips, his mouth beginning to move a little more hungrily over your own.

you wanted him to forget about how the game went, forget about all the stress he was under, forget about anything but the way you felt in his hands and how your body craved his own. and it seemed to be working. he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and lifted your body up a bit, forcing you to sit in his lap, your thighs on either side of his hips. you could feel his cock pushing through his boxers against you, your dress concealing it but his hardness was pressed against your panties. it made your stomach burn and your body ache, knowing that he wanted you. you were still kissing him, your hands still in his hair as his own large hands ran up and down your sides. he pulled away, though his teeth caught your bottom lip, tugging it a bit before releasing it, making your breathing hitch. “what do you want?” he mumbled, his voice low and a bit breathless.

your face was already contorted into a needy expression, your head above his as his hands roamed over your body, his fingers squeezing a little as he gripped your ass through your dress. “to make y-you feel better,” you finally whined, his fingers digging into your bottom more. he nodded his head, looking up at you with his dark eyes, a sight that made you feel weak and like his prey.

“you wanna make me feel better? then let me use your tight fucking pussy,” he barked, moving his hand up to quickly grab a handful of your hair and tug your face down lower so that he was looking down at you. you whined, the painful sting of him pulling your hair versus how much pleasure you got from his cock still pressing up against your panties making you grow even wetter and achy. “say yes,” he commanded, narrowing his lustful gaze on you.

“yes,” you whined, nodding your head over and over. he pulled your face up to his again with your hair in his fingers, crashing his lips onto yours forcibly. his tongue traced between you lips, the taste of his toothpaste still on his wet tongue and making you whimper into his mouth. he released your hair, his hands moving to your hips and pulling you on top of his muscular body, his head hitting his pillows as he kept kissing you. you were straddling him, already lost in pleasure because of how intoxicating it felt to be wanted by him, a sensation you were always chasing it seemed. he pulled away, his breathing heavy as you stared down at him from above with wide, desperate eyes. he bucked his hips up, making you gasp in pleasure from feeling his clothed cock against your soaking core that rested in your panties still.

“you’re so fucking worked up already,” he taunted, “such a slut for me. already begging me to use your cunt.” his deep voice and degrading comments only made you ache more, already ready to start begging like he always made you. “i can feel how fucking soaked you are, even through my underwear. leaking all over my cock like a needy whore,” he smirked, shaking his head, “you like it, don’t you? letting me feel how much your pussy aches for me? i bet you want me to touch you right now and feel it? you want that, don’t you?”

you bit your lip, nodding and feeling him buck his hips up into you again, making you release your lip and moan. “don’t nod, say it. say, ‘i want you to feel how wet my pussy is for you.’ say it.”

he always made you say filthy things like this, but it turned you on so much. you really were needy for him, he could use you as he wished, however he saw fit and you wouldn’t complain. oh, how lost in him you really were. “i-i want you to feel… i want you to feel how wet m-my pussy is for y-you,” you stumbled out, your heat growing wetter as you said what he wanted you to say. he nodded, bringing his large hand up and cupping your cheek, his palm warm as he rubbed your face with his thumb.

“exactly. i know how much you want me,” he purred, his eyes peering into yours, “how much you want me to just fuck you until your fucking screaming. you know only i can make you feel that way right?” you nodded, actually agreeing with him. “now do what you said you’d do. make me feel better and take off your pretty little dress for me like a good slut.”

you immediately started ripping off your dress, so eager for him to touch your bare skin. you finally pulled it off your head, throwing it somewhere in his tidy room, leaving you in only your matching baby blue bra and panties. nate let out a breath, taking both his hands and starting to tease you with his fingers, tickling your skin as he started moving his fingertips up your thighs, over your hips and sides, before stopping as he got to your shoulders. your body twitched and squirmed on top of him as he did so, and you knew he enjoyed it. he liked teasing you until you were desperate for him, until you couldn’t take anymore. he smirked as he watched you shiver when he started pulling down your bra straps, his feather light touches making you squirm on top of his hard cock that pressed through his boxers.

nate pulled down your bra straps all the way, the cups of your bra releasing your breasts, your chest heaving, making them rise and fall, up and down as you stayed on top of him. “look at these tits,” he whispered, his deep voice still low, “your nipples are hard already. you want me to touch them, don’t you? yeah, i think that’d make me feel a lot better. you want me to feel better, right?”

“yes,” you whimpered, feeling his fingertips trace around them, the skin under your breasts and above them on your chest. you bit your lip, taking a breath when he finally started to fondle you. his big hands were warm on your skin, goosebumps raising all over your trembling body. the skin of his palms pressed against your sensitive nipples, making you let out a sharp gasp and choking you up. you looked down at him, his dark eyes directly on your face, an evil smirk on his lips.

“god you’re such a whore,” nate smirked, still keeping his voice quiet, “i can feel you getting wetter, you know? you like how my hands feel on these pretty tits, don’t you?” you nodded, already feeling overstimulated from his touch until he squeezed your breasts harder, his fingers dipping into your skin until it almost hurt. you let out a muffled cry, your voice choking from how worked up you were getting, from how turned on you already were. you’d do anything he said, let him touch you as he wished, tease you until he saw fit to give in. you let him be selfish, you knew that part of him would never change.

after his tight squeeze with his warm hands, he finally reach around your trembled form to unhook your bra, the blue material falling down over his abs beneath you. he grabbed it quickly and threw it somewhere in his clean room. “now,” he breathed out, almost rolling his eyes at you from how much you trembled and squirmed on top of him, knowing he could be rude to you right now because you didn’t care how he treated you in moments like this, because you secretly liked it, “you’re going to be a good girl for me and you’re going to take off those panties and you’re going to take my cock and ride me till i cum, okay? that would make me feel so much better.”

your needy face looked down at him, his fingers hooking into your cotton panties and teasing the skin on your hips, his eyes narrowing on you a bit and waiting for your submission. you’d never been on top of him before, never rode him. but he was asking you to, and he did say it’d make him feel better. you couldn’t help but whisper a soft, ‘okay’ and move off of his tall body for a moment, giving in despite your nerves. you slipped off the edge of his bed, standing there, feeling exposed with his gaze all over your body. you started to take your underwear off but he quickly stopped you as soon as you started, his voice sounding annoyed as he spoke. “turn around and let me see you bend over as you take them off,” his deep voice instructed you, a tinge of annoyance still evident in his tone, “go on.”

you bit your lip as you obeyed him, turning around and bending over slowly as you slipped your soaked blue panties off your body. they hit the ground and you stepped out of them, swallowing before you turned around. your heart started racing once you saw him, his own underwear off now and his thick, long cock in his hand. he rolled his brown eyes when you didn’t automatically step over and get back on the bed, annoyed that you just stood there and looked at his hardness. “do what i told you to do,” he sighed, his brows pinching together as he heard your soft rapid breaths, “i told you what would make me feel better, now do it.”

you nodded and crawled back on top of his tall, muscular body, the both of you now naked. you felt his cock from beneath you, your wetness resting on top of it and making your body heat up and your pussy ache painfully. his hands were digging into your hips, his nails painfully sticking into you as he waited impatiently. “stick it in you,” he gritted out, narrowing his eyes up at you again, “i know you don’t need any fucking time for foreplay. you’re practically dripping on my cock right now. so do what you want. you’re greedy like that, aren’t you? maybe you don’t even care how i feel or want me to feel better, maybe you just want to be a greedy slut and feel my cock inside you…”

“no,” you blurted out, blinking down at him as you shook your head, “i-i want you to feel better, nate. i want to do whatever you say that will help you right now.”

nate bit back a smirk at your words, looking up at the ceiling like he was trying not to laugh at you. he was cruel like that, but something about how his actions degraded you, only made you want him more. always wanting to please him. “okay,” he finally said, his dark eye boring into you, “then stop leaking all over me like a needy slut and actually take me.”

you quickly reach your hand down, lifting up on top of him a bit with your legs. your fingers wrapped around his large size and quickly pulled it up to your entrance, letting out a tiny moan when his tip hit your soaked entrance. he fingers dug into your hips more when you did, silently telling you to hurry and drop down on his cock. you shut your eyes as you lowered yourself on him finally, feeling him stretch you out, a loud whine leaving your lips as you finally took all of him.

“now bounce that pretty body up and down on my cock,” he instructed, or demanded, “make me ‘feel better.’” you started moving up and down on his length, the sensation new and pleasuring, the position making you love the way he looked up at you with his dark eyes, how his pupils dilated until his irises were almost black. his lips parted, pants leaving him as he kept his large hands on your hips and guided you up and down his cock. his deep voice let out a low groan, making you almost fall apart already, even if you’d just started. “you better not cum yet,” nate threatened, his words coming out breathy and dark, “i’ll be mad.”

you kept going, unable to stop the small whines and whimpers that left your mouth, his cock hitting your sweet spot everytime you lowered yourself back down on him. you shut your eyes tightly and he dug his nails into your hips again when you did, a silent reminder to keep them open and on him. you let out a choked whine, staring back down at him and trying not to cum, his chiseled features and heavy breaths from below you making you want to scream. “keep going,” he warned you, “don’t cum like a stupid slut already, you’re better than that. keep making me feel better, don’t be selfish.”

you would rather be damned than to not keep going for him, to not obey his breathy commands, so you kept up your movements on him. you kept yourself steady by bringing your small hands down to his heaving, broad chest, his black, hungry eyes boring into yours as you kept whining. you tried not to chase your own pleasure, trying to be keenly aware of how fast or slow you went, feeling when his legs would tense or when he’d groan so you knew you were making it about him. “fuuuck,” he groaned out, his eyes wide as he brought one of his large hands over your naked breast, squeezing as you continued to ride him, making sure to lift off of him and slam back down on his length, something that seemed to make his tall form tense and the muscles in his toned thighs twitch beneath. you were enjoying drawing these noises and reactions out of him, making him feel good, wanting him to praise you soon for doing good.

“you’re making me feel really good,” nate panted out, squeezing your hard nipple between his fingertips, earning a whine from you while keeping his other hand on your hip, “you wanna be good for me, don’t you? my little secret loves making me feel good.”

you moaned out a hitch pitched ‘yes,’ slamming yourself up and down his throbbing cock quicker. when he called you his ‘little secret’, it made you feel so dirty, but you couldn’t help but feel your stomach tighten from the expression. you loved being his secret, loved that he wanted you all to himself and the fact that no one knew who you belonged to, only him and you. you’d gotten used to lying for him quickly, and now, seven months later, being his secret was your favorite thing to be.

you felt yourself about to snap, biting your lower lip until you tasted copper as you tried to remain concentrated on him. it was hard, especially because he kept groaning and egging you on, knowing how hard it was for you not to cum when he spoke or made noises. nate knew your body and reactions well, and he used that knowledge to tease and taunt you, to wreck you completely during sex. it was his way, and you couldn’t do anything about it, which he reveled in.

“you’re squeezing me so tight,” nate choked out, “i can tell you’re about to cum. you better not, you’re doing this for me, remember? say it. say you won’t cum because you need me to fill you up first.”

nate’s demands and taunting sounded so dark coming from his deep, breathless voice. it was hard not to fall apart just from the sound, but you obeyed his command, your voice shaky and high pitched because of how much you were struggling not to come undone. “i won’t cum! i-i won’t! need y-you to fill me up first. please!”

nate let out a dark chuckle, grinning a sinful smile as he heard how close you were in your choked cry. “good girl,” he murmured, squeezing your hips with both his big hands, making you cry out as you felt how deep his nails were pressing into you, wondering if he’d leave bruises and struggling not to cum from the thought of him leaving his marks on you, “keep going. you’re lucky i’m about to fucking cum, gunna fill your tight cunt up real good. fuck- keep squeezing on my cock, i love feeling you about to fucking snap.”

“nate!” you whined out loudly, going as fast as you could on his length, his hard grip on your hips guiding you up and down and making you keep up your pace. he shook his head at you, denying your release, serious about you making him cum first. he was panting and groaning, his toned thighs tensing from beneath you, his grip on your hips never loosening.

finally, only a minute later, he was groaning even louder, his grip on your hips starting to slow your movements as he came inside you. you were practically screaming as you felt his length throb and twitch inside you, how his warm release was deep in you cunt. “there!” he growled out suddenly, his brows pinched together as his lips stayed parted as he breathed rapidly, “now you can fucking cum!”

that’s all it took, his permission making you twitch and moan uncontrollably on top of him as you finally found your release, even if your movements had stopped completely. you felt his cock start to soften inside you as he dug his nails into your hips still, knowing that simple action alone could draw out your orgasm further. your thighs shuddered around his hips as you finally started to come down, struggling to keep yourself upright on his body as you panted loudly in his quiet room. nate noticed, and despite liking the way you struggled, he wrapped his long, strong arms around you and lifted you off of him and down beside him on the bed. you closed your eyes as you tried to relax against his pillows, the muscles in your body beginning to grow tired as you finally came down fully.

he laughed at you darkly, something he often did when he saw how spent you were from him making you cum. nate pulled you closer to him as he laid on his side, pulling the soft duvet on his bed over you both to cover your bodies. “open your eyes,” he chuckled.

you fluttered your heavy eyes open and looked at him, the vicious smile still on his handsome face as he looked over your features. “thank you for being good for me,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips and your cheek, making you relax even more, “you know that i do care about you, right?”

you nodded, wanting to believe him even if it was hard to decipher his true feelings. he nodded too, pressing a couple kisses to the side of your face, and wrapping you tighter in his arms. “so good for me,” he murmured against your skin, making a pink dust appear on your cheeks and your chest warm.

you never wanted this part to end.

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etherealily · 2 months ago

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This was from my poll . This is Part 1.

Special thanks to @milesdrift for pushing me to pump this draft out in this ask.

Nate Jacobs + fem!reader. SFW, but discretion advised. Dark. Mature themes.

My other Nate fics. If you have the time.

You do NOT have permission to repost and/or translate any of my fics.

Desc. : Not your circus, but yeah, your monkey.

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Aaron Jacobs. Absolute worst ex to fucking have. And you would've actually scoffed and rolled your eyes and ignored him had his brother not been there at the restaurant you and your family were having an actually pleasant dinner at that night.

But rumours in West Highland about some EH QB who'd choked some girl had been circulating, though, and you were about 90% sure Nate was QB. I mean, Aaron had said that his brother was QB of the East Highland team, and, like. That doesn't change every year, does it? Hell if you knew.

To be honest, and perfectly fair, you hadn't really interacted much with Nate Jacobs after your breakup with Aaron (dodging rumours and taunts that you'd been groomed just because Aaron was a senior when you were a sophomore was difficult), and you'd stopped accompanying your father to the country club where you'd first been introduced to the Jacobs family. Because who the fuck would want to see an asshole like Aaron Jacobs again?

Seeing Nate standing there, though? He looked absolutely fucked. Depressed, even. You tried to turn your eyes back to your family, but a table next to you began whispering, and then another, and then soon enough, there was a complaint being raised, and the manager was squaring up to Cal Jacobs.

And that's when, for reasons that you can't explain without using the words "canon event", you stupidly followed the Jacobs family out.

"Hey."

Too quiet.

"Hey!"

"Oh, hey, dear, it's been ages, how are you?"

"Good, Mr. Jacobs.", you smiled, biting the inside of your cheek as you shook his hand. Yeah, he was pissed, and you knew you had to tread lightly, no matter how good he was at being cordial.

"You've grown into a beautiful young lady. You here to acquiesce to Aaron's request for another shot?"

"Uh, no?"

"Good. You deserve better.", he grinned, ruffling up your hair, before leaning closer. "Listen, dear, we don't need your sympathy. We'll remember this. How this establishment—"

"Oh, no, no, it isn't like that. Um, EH has a scrimmage against us next week, so I was just about to talk to Nate about it."

He licked the back of his teeth, before nodding, placing a hand on his son's shoulder. "Make it quick."

And then, unfortunately, Nate turned back to you. "What?"

"I just, I saw you, I don't know, I just wanted to come check on you."

"Why?"

"It's just fucked up. What happened in there.", you said, thumbing behind you at the restaurant.

"Yeah, well, he lost really fucking good business. Why are you actually out here? You gonna tell me I'm a pig? Huh? Is that what you want? A domestic abuser? 'Cause I've heard it all, alright?"

He ran his palm over his face, glaring at a security guard gawking at the two of you. "Just fuck off, alright?", he hissed under his breath.

"Whoa, no, man, I really don't know why you're being like this—"

"You know the "rumours" and shit they say about you? Hm?", he scoffed, sucking on his teeth at your narrowed eyes. "You know what, forget it. You'll probably just prove them all right."

You knew exactly what he was talking about. Rumours that you were groomed by his brother. Rumours that you were easy. Bets running around school to see who could 'groom' you again. Guys in your DMs 24/7.

"You're gonna play dumb? The cute, innocent act?", he scoffed, his arm around your shoulders to turn you back to the restaurant. "You know the manager in there, the one that just kicked us out?", he inquired, voice haunting right next to your ear. "Maybe you'll go suck his cock, let him groom you, huh? I mean, if you really think what he did to our family is unfair, you'll try to help us back in, right?"

Wow! Oh, fuck this guy to hell!

"What?"

"Nothing.", he muttered, patting your shoulder before shoving his hands into his pockets and stalking back to his car.

Not without a couple "fuck you!"'s from you and a middle finger from him.

Teach you to fucking try to comfort a Jacobs. Give them an inch and they'll take a fucking mile. And then some.

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See, Nate's not a particularly evil person, he wouldn't say. He's no saint, he accepts that. But he'd never wish ill on you. God, you? Not you! Unheard of! You were his best-kept secret ; he'd go around blabbing about his Dad before he told anyone about you.

Well, okay, maybe that was an exaggeration. You weren't exactly a secret ; he's making it sound like a clandestine love affair.

No, you probably barely remembered him, but he's known you for God knows how long, and he's liked you for longer.

Actually. He's pretty sure, with the amount of times he's stalked your account online, there's probably a warrant out for his arrest. Well, another one, he should say.

But seriously. You're what he needed. Someone who didn't have some preconcieved notion about him, someone who didn't have Maddy at her ear 24/7 saying he wasn't worth shit.

All this to say... he really regretted how it went down that night.

This is Nate. I was drunk. Sorry.

You were sober. Fuck off.

Ok, but I was pissed. Sorry.

What were you supposed to do, in his mind? Accept wholeheartedly?

Do you still come around the club?

No.

Not since the breakup?

Fuck him.

There was no logical reason for him to have your number, for real. You'd changed your number about two months after the breakup, so he couldn't have got it from Aaron, and you didn't know a single person from EH (no one from WH would ever associate with them, it's a territory thing) so he couldn't have had a connect.

Okay, fuck. Whatever. Social media existed, you supposed.

No.

Can you come Sunday? I'll buy you lunch.

It took you a very long time to stop scoffing, and a little longer for him to follow up.

And dessert. And coffee. Or whatever.

Honestly, you weren't fucking sure what to do. You weren't into the idea of hanging out with that prick again, but it'd be like kicking a man when he's down. For real.

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"I didn't think you'd show.", he remarked, accepting your hug before leading you into the clubhouse restaurant, holding a chair out for you. "Like, honest, I thought you'd flake."

"Why's that?"

He shrugged, sitting across from you, a hand over the back of his chair like he owned the place — basically did. Lifetime member. "'Cause it'd kill your rep at your school. Or, like, make it worse for the rumours about being groomed and shit — that I'm sorry for bringing up, by the way."

"Sorry about bringing up yours. I didn't know it was, like, that triggering."

He picked at the corner of the table for a moment, the scraping almost turning you homicidal.

"You know I had a fucking dream about it?"

"The strangling?"

"Uh-huh. Like, the guy who actually did it was, like, dancing around me and I was in a jail cell."

You snorted, shaking your head as you did. "Dark."

Chuckling at your laughs, he shook his head. When the fuck had you become so pretty?

He smiled at you for a little while, his eyes on your lips, before he sighed, his fingers rapping on the table. "Okay, I gotta ask.", he mumbled, and you raised a brow, setting the cup down.

"How does one such as you date... one such as my brother?", he asked, in the most sarcastically polite tone he could.

"Trust me, I ask myself that every day.", you laughed, finally getting to work on your cookie, before looking up at him. "How are you, Nate?"

He rolled his eyes. "You asked me this outside the restaurant. I'm fine. It's just fucked up. Some guy assaults my girl and then the world thinks it's me."

"I didn't actually get to ask you this outs—"

"Do you drink?"

"Do I— yeah, I drink. Why?"

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He pulled out his phone as he offered you the vape again. "Won't kill you, you know?

"Might."

"Try it.", he mumbled, running his hand over his chin as he waited for the app you'd suggested for him to download to keep his chats with Maddy secure. 'Signal'. "Seriously. One hit isn't giving you cancer."

You scoffed, puffed, and coughed. "Fuck you, man.", you scoffed.

A moment washes by.

"So, did you do it?", you asked, shifting your elbow to rest on your knee as you looked back out at the pool, squinting at the sky, then back down to the flask, glinting in the sunlight.

"What do you think?"

"I don't know. I heard it, didn't really believe it."

"Didn't 'really' believe it implies you kinda did.", he said, typing in the name of the app and scrolling past the ten million other fucking apps with that same generic ass name.

"Well, logically - statistically - you can't confidently rule anyone out. I mean, there's probably billions of girls whose boyfriends did strangle them, and they didn't see it coming, and they knew them a whole lot better than I knew you."

"You've known me since you were a freshman.", he muttered, clicking 'Install'. "Hey, could you ask your Dad to hook me up with a motel room for a couple nights? We just can't meet up in town, in public."

"Yeah, no, for sure. I'll tell him to leave a room open for you. Just one night, right? Or, like, how long?"

"I dunno, can I tell you? I mean, I'm good for it, if that's what you're worried about."

You nodded. "Sure. But I'm taking this shit as collateral.", you declared, rattling the pocket flask in his face, grinning as he guffawed. "It's cool as shit."

"That's my grandpa's."

"Bullshit.", you snorted, and he hit his shoulder against yours. "You can't come up with a story to guilt me into giving you your cool-as-shit flask back."

It took him a while to admit to himself that he hadn't laughed that much since this whole fucked up police investigation began.

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Two Weeks Later.

Just like any good horror movie, the doorbell rang through the house like the fucking Purge siren, at fucking midnight, when you were home alone. And you had absolutely no delusions about being the final girl, no, you'd call the fucking police right the fuck away.

Well, that's until your phone rang, scaring the actual life out of you.

Caller ID showed Nate Jacobs.

You picked up.

"Hey, I'm outside."

Okay, you were ready to actually shoot this asshole within an inch of his life. "It's midnight."

"Yeah, I'm sorry, just— I'm sorry, I just need you to open the door."

You sighed, ending the call as you unlocked the door. This really could still be some serial killer with a gun against Nate's head, making him say—

"Hey."

Oh. Oh. He looked pathetic. "Maddy and I aren't... like, together. If that's any consolation."

You leaned against the doorway, watching the rain frame the back of his head. "Consolation for what?"

He licked his lips, looking over your shoulder and then back at your eyes. "Me being here."

Crossing your arms, you bit the inside of your cheek. You had no idea where you were supposed to go from here, because he looked about two conversations away from offing himself, and you really didn't need that on your conscience. "And, uh...", you trailed off, exhaling before looking back at his eyes - those fucking detached eyes - "Why are you here?"

He clenched his jaw, practically clinging to the doorframe. "I don't know."

"Are you high?"

He shook his head.

"Drunk?"

He shook his head. Droplets of rainfall landed on your doorframe.

"Sad?"

He shook his head.

"Angry?"

He thought for a moment, actually thought, before shaking his head.

"Scared?" Ugh, you couldn't be standing here all night naming every character from Inside Out.

His eyes shot across your face, every corner of it, like object balls across a billiards table. He nodded.

"The purple guy, huh?", you muttered, under your breath, before rubbing the side of your temples and moving to press your back against your door. He walked in through the space you'd given him, and you closed the door.

"I just, uh... I wanted to thank you. You know, for the motel and the app."

You shook your head, sitting down. "It's nothing, man. Least I could do."

He slumped down next to you, his foot bouncing as his eyes glazed over the TV, blues and reds and purples from the screen reflecting in them.

"Maybe if you, like, talked about it?"

He scoffed - or laughed, you could never tell with him - before he shook his head. "Do your parents lock their liquor cabinet?"

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Silent movies were the fucking best.

To watch. Not so much when you have company that's really not into laughing at Chaplin's antics, and more interested in dragging his fingers up your ankle to your knee in alcohol-induced stupor.

"Why doesn't he just fucking get through that door?", he slurred, pointing at the screen as he rubbed his half-lidded, heavy-gazed eyes aggressively, probably to get himself to wake the fuck up.

"The tiny door in the wall?"

"Mm. It's a way out of the fucking lion cage. He's just too dense to see it? That's the joke?"

"Wait for it."

"I'm not good at that."

You shushed him, and he scowled, biting at your finger.

"It's a silent fucking movie! 'Shh' could be the title.", he laughed, yanking you to him, thumbing at your shoulder.

"Oh, he found it!"

Charlie Chaplin opened the hatch and came face to face with a fucking tiger. He chortled, resting his forehead on your shoulder in amused exasperation. "No, man, you're absolutely right, this is peak comedy."

"It is. You're laughing.", you giggled.

"Out of cringe. Shit is childish."

He licked his lips as you turned away, your eyes back on the screen as you took another sip of the vodka.

The bullshit began all at once, swift, sudden and striking. (You'd eventually learn that's how it'd always be with Nate.)

"Do you realise, I could... fuck, I could lose everything? Like, I...", he mumbled, grabbing your hand and pressing the heel of your palm to his forehead as he grimaced. "I'll lose my shot at college." His face contorted in what actually looked like raw fucking worry, before he rested his chin on your palm, then his lips, too, just gentle enough that you didn't notice it. His knee bounced faster. Your palm turned in his hand and his lips grazed your knuckles. "I won't be able to get a job. I'll, like... I'll get on some list."

Your eyebrows pressed together, and you pursed your lips. You'd never seen Nate - well, anyone - like this before. Hysterical wasn't the right way to put it, but he was definitely not as calm and composed as you'd been used to seeing him, back when you were kids.

"Nate, you'll get out of this."

"But, like, what if I don't?"

"The truth will win. It always does."

He snorted, kissing up your wrist with soft, barely-there presses that were more comforting to him than to you. "Reality's gonna be a bitch to you, you know? It's the worst for the pretty ones with no clue."

"What?"

"Nothing. It's...", he sighed. "I'm fucked up, okay? Just don't pay me any mind. I just feel like... no one like... fully believes me, you know?"

"I'm sure Maddy does, I mean, she knows it wasn't you."

"Yeah, no, I'm not talking about Maddy, she's going through her own shit, I just feel like it's... this is fucked up to say, but my shit's worse than hers."

You raised a brow, scoffing as you leaned your head back against the couch. "Yeah? How'd you figure?"

"Don't get all psycho-feminist on me. I'm just saying, she went through it. I'm going through it."

"See, that makes sense in theory, but —"

"But nothing.", he laughed, and suddenly, the same eyes, once detached, were now closer than you'd ever thought they could be. Your forehead was pressed against his, your cheeks twitching at the feel of his knuckles against them.

And then, he leaned in.

And you leaned away.

"What?", he murmured, one of his hands fiddling with your earring. "What's wrong?"

"You're really upset, you're not exactly the most reasonable, or, like, stable right now."

He frowned for a moment, his head tilting just a smidge, before he scoffed, his hands off you faster than they'd latched on, and thrown up in mock surrender. "I see."

"What?"

"You're scared of me. You're scared of me, huh? You afraid I'll strangle you? Leave you with bruises on your neck that you're gonna have to explain at school on Monday?"

"Whoa, hey, where are you getting this from? I didn't say any of that !"

"I can see it in your fucking eyes." he replied, moving back towards your face and breathing in against your cheek.

"I'm not!"

"No?"

"No."

"Then don't fucking sit there all stiff and trembling like I'm about to fucking choke you. Yeah? We good?"

You nodded. Last thing you wanted was to accuse him when the entire district was probably doing that and much worse.

He sucked on his teeth, staring at you for a moment, before it seemed his mind had come to the absolutely demented conclusion that kissing you was his only way out of the awkward quiet that had once again graced both of you with its presence.

"Hey—"

Tilting his head, he looked up at you earnestly, his fingers pinching your chin to have you stay still. "You said you weren't scared of me."

"I'm not."

"Hey.", he mumbled, sliding his hands down your jeans. "Hey. Come on. We know each other, right?", he asked, kissing at your cheek. "And we fuck with each other, right?" His kisses migrated to your jaw and then clavicle. "So why can't we fuck each other?"

Okay, in his defense, he really did fucking need this. He met Maddy every Friday night at the motel, and it really was the best part of his week, 100%. He was a good fucking boyfriend. But he needed to feel normal, to know that he was talking to someone who didn't either pity him, hate him, or love him to the point of lying to the police.

He needed to not be a fucking victim, for a night.

For some weird reason, you still froze against the onslaught of his lips. He'd figured that logic was sound.

He was pretty sure he was ready to actually choke you, but, being the rational individual he is, he took a deep breath, resting back on his heels. "You think I'm innocent?"

"I think you're innocent."

"You're just saying that 'cause you're scared I'll kill you if you say otherwise.", he mumbled, under his breath.

"No! Nate, seriously."

"Yeah? Doesn't look like it."

He'd have felt guilty for this manipulation, had you not kissed him then, to prove that you were a good friend, a good person. Hey, if it works, it works.

And then he started to blabber. He hated doing that shit, but alcohol seemed to get some sort of amusement out of making him an actual fucking idiot.

"I always hated, like, when you were fucking my brother.", he groaned out, helping you out of your jeans. "You had to have known that."

You shook your head. That wasn't news, in reality. Jacobs men were not subtle.

"No, like, for fucking real, I thought you could've done so much better. I'm closer to your age, too, you know? Absolute crime against humanity, us not doing this befor— yeah, that feels good, huh?", he asked, amused at your breathless state.

You nodded in response, and he tugged down on your bottom lip, with his teeth. "Yeah, just keep still for me, it's about to feel a whole lot fucking better."

You had a nasty, clawing feeling that that would not be the case all the time, because your experience with Jacobs men had suggested otherwise.

And boy, will you be proven right, time and time again.

For now? Just enjoy this. At least the sex is good.

Nothing else will be.

But more on that later.

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saintsir4n · 2 years ago

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HIS RELLY

❝Yeah I ain't got the time no more, I ain't gonna cry no more 'cause I'm off of you.❞

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT, NATE JACOBS, EMOTIONAL ABUSE

PAIRINGS: RORY MARCHETTI X NATE JACOBS

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NATE'S ROOM (January 2017):

Rory huffed, "Nate, I don't want to go." she shook her head causing Nate's frown to deepen.

The couple was currently entering the 3rd hour of their argument.

"Why?" he began to pace around his room.

He felt the anger course through his veins at an accelerated speed. He assumed she didn't want to attend his football game out of spite.

As a way to get back at him. As if she knew of his infidelity and wanted to torture him by publicly embarrassing him by not supporting him at his game like she usually did.

"Because I'm on my period." she gestured to the heat pad that was practically stuck to her stomach.

The pad barely brought her any comfort.

The pain and discomfort only worsen her mood.

Rory couldn't understand why he couldn't understand what she was going through. She noticed that recently he had been more angry and explosive.

She knew of the pressure that his father put on him, however, his angst was more directed towards her than anyone else.

He stopped his pacing and looked at her in annoyance "So? just take your pills and you'll be fine."

Her lips parted in shock, "The day you start bleeding from your vagina, let me know." she sassed and picked up her phone, she didn't even want to look at his face anymore, she needed a distraction.

She removed the heat pad since ineffective.

His eyes darkened and he glared at his girlfriend, "I don't have a vagina, Relly you know that." he gritted out.

Completely disgusted by the idea she could even suggest it.

His skin grew hot at the thought.

"It's called sarcasm Nate," she said bluntly, not looking away from her phone screen, the screen that he desperately wanted to break.

He let out a humourless chuckle, "I know and you know I hate it."

He loved Rory with...part of his heart, however something he couldn't abide by was her attitude, the fact she didn't blindly follow him like his previous conquests did.

He knew this was hypercritical since he liked that she was outspoken and that she was one of the few girls that he could banter with.

She nodded slowly and glanced up at the raging boy, "That's why I do it." It seemed like they constantly had the same argument for the past 5 months.

Even when they started dating he used to comment on certain parts of her personality, initially, it was passive then it soon became something he would scorn her for every waking minute of the day.

Sometimes she wished that they could go on a break, but Rory knew he was way too controlling to let her slip through his fingers.

He stood at the end of his bed, blocking her view from the sunlight piercing his room, "So you can support Mckay but not me." he puffed out his chest and crossed his arms.

Although he was 15 years old, he stood at 6ft 2, he intimidated a lot of people around him. His huge build helped him beat a lot of his opposition, both on and off the field.

He loved the height difference between him and Rory, in his eyes, it was easier to protect him from the predators that he knew were ready to hurt or defile her.

Predators such as his father.

She let out an annoyed sigh and turned her attention back to him by placing her phone on his bed, "You know me and Chris aren't even friends anymore, so don't mention him." She hissed, "don't compare the two of you." guilt flashed through his eyes at the mention of his good friend.

She never knew why Mckay started ignoring her.

Rory unfortunately never connected the dots, she just assumed it was a coincidence that when she entered her first relationship he cut all ties with her.

Blocking her on everything.

Nate comforted her when she started to cry and spent the rest of the day checking in with his infatuation.

"I just don't get you sometimes, you're so fucking difficult." he shook his head disapprovingly.

Whenever she acted out like this, it allowed him to feel less guilty about cheating on her.

She laughed bitterly and cocked her head to the side, "You literally told me I was perfect an hour ago and now I'm difficult."

"Because you didn't have an attitude an hour ago." he raised his voice, pissing her off further.

She clenched her fist and counted to 10 in her mind, trying to keep her composure, "You're such a dick sometimes Nate." she winced when another cramp shot through her stomach.

Fuck.

She watched as gears turned in his, Nate's eyes suddenly locked onto hers, "Are you trying to break up with me?" he approached her and sat on his bed with a heartbroken expression.

She sighed and came closer to him, "What? no why do you think that?" she had no clue why he blurted that out.

"Because of the way you're behaving," he whined and placed his face in his hands.

"What, because I'm behaving like I'm in pain, which I am and I can't go to one of your games Nate, it's just one fucking game," she whispered not realising the weight that her words carried causing him to turn to her in distress.

"You don't love me anymore." he choked back a sob and looked at the floor, attempting to hold back the tears that he was trying to conjure up.

Her eyes widened, she was taken back by his change in demeanour.

She started rubbing his back in a comforting motion. She hated when people were upset, especially if it was someone she loves.

"You know I do Nate," she spoke softly.

He shook his head vigorously, "You haven't said that all day."

"Pretty sure I have," she mumbled.

"You haven't." he looked up at his girlfriend with a defeated expression, making her feel guilty.

She cupped his face and pressed her lips to his, "I love you."

He grabbed her face and kissed her again, "I love you too Relly," he placed another kiss on her lips before asking her again, "so will you come to my game baby?" he tilted his head.

She nodded slowly, "I will amore." he pulled her to his chest and embraced her in a hug, she couldn't see the sly smirk that appeared on his face.

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RORY'S CAR (Mid-January 2017):

"You should just come over to mine and sleep Relly." Nate ran his arms up and down her sides, she was straddling his lap.

It was lunchtime and luckily the couple had another 20 minutes before they had to go to another one of their boring classes.

Her arms were wrapped around his neck, whilst they continued to kiss in the back of her car, "Baby I have cheer practice later so I can't." his hands, travelled down to her behind and he roughly gripped it.

She pushed him back against the seat, sending him an irritated look, he smirked and loosen his grip.

"Well you look so fucking tired," he mused, whilst letting his eyes trail over facial features, acknowledging the bags that formed under her eyes, "did you have another nightmare?" he was surprised that she didn't put make-up on to conceal her exhaustion.

She scoffed and went to move off him, but his hold on her was strong and sturdy, "Yeah."

"Baby you should've called me." he offered her a reassuring smile.

He knew whenever it came to the anniversary of her parent's death, she usually woke up in tears.

Although he loathed being woken up, whenever he didn't need to, he sympathised with Rory and wanted to comfort her.

She sighed, "What would you have done? it's a normal thing now."

"Yeah but I hate seeing you in pain." he rubbed his thumbs against her side, attempting to comfort her, however, it had the opposite effect.

She wore a blank expression, "Right-"

"Just call me next time and I'll be there for you." he pulled down on her neck and pressed his lips against hers, missing how they felt against his own.

She nodded stiffly when she pulled away from his loving display of affection, "Okay."

He sat back, his eyes darkened with lust, he licked his lips as he looked her up and down, "We have a like 10 minutes, you want to hav-"

She groaned, "Nate I can't have sex with you in the parking lot." she looked around, hoping she would see other students surrounding them, so she didn't have to go through with it.

It's not like she didn't like having sex with her boyfriend, Rory just felt like she had to always be talked about in it.

Although she told him 'yes', she never felt comfortable.

Like it wasn't a mutual agreement.

"People will see me," she added, she knew how possessive he could be.

He rarely liked it when she wore, what he deemed to be revealing clothes.

He turned his head to scan the parking lot, fortunately for him, he didn't see that many people. "No they won't," he responded with a scoff.

She huffed, she felt her hands become clammy, "You really wanna risk someone seeing me...naked?" she emphasised every syllable to stress the importance of why they shouldn't have sex.

She hated how he ignored her apprehensive tone, almost like he didn't care.

He clenched her sides, causing her to hiss out in pain, the thought of anyone seeing what was his, irritated him, "No."

She shifted back, "Exactly-"

Something dawned on him, "But doesn't mean you can't give me head." a cheeky grin appeared on his face.

She gulped, "Nate-"

"We have time baby, I love feeling that pretty little mouth around my cock." he almost moaned at the thought of her on her knees again.

He loved that she could please him easily, however it made him slightly suspicious of how Rory was talented at performing oral sex.

Like she could've possibly been lying to him about being inexperienced.

"But-"

"When the bell goes we'll stop okay?" A smile grazed his face, however, it didn't reach his lust-filled eyes.

"Fine." she reluctantly agreed and moved off his lap, she nervously watched as he unzipped his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers.

He wore a smirk as she moved into position, "Good girl."

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RORY'S ROOM (February 2017):

"But you're texting other girls Nate," Rory stressed as she paced around her room, pointing at her boyfriend, who didn't seem to care what she was saying.

"No I'm not." he huffed and didn't move from his spot on the bed, his head was surrounded by pillows, he barely glanced at her.

Her eyes watered, "People at school have been telling me." her voice cracked, she didn't want to believe them.

But when Maddy when told her that Nate was talking to some random girls in school, she felt like her heart split in two.

She still refused to believe it.

Nate constantly told her that she was the only girl for him, she hoped that was the truth, if not she would make sure that he would get his ass beat.

He narrowed his eyes at her in irritation, "Are you really gonna believe them over me?" he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

His girlfriend trusted other people over him.

Yes, he cheated but he didn't need her to know that.

"You're fucking with other girls Nate." her body shook with anxiety.

He clenched his jaw, "Believe what you fucking want, you're being delusional." he snapped and sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.

Rory didn't even feel the tears rolling down her face, "No, the fuck I'm not." she sucked in a deep breath, "if you're cheating on me then fuck you."

He didn't even know why she was crying, "I wouldn't cheat on you baby, you're my whole world." he cooed and tried to approach her, he groaned when she stepped away.

If he was being unfaithful, Rory would blame herself.

"Sure, Nate." She would assume that it was something she had done.

She might've been a confident girl, but gradually over time Nate broke her down and made her crave reassurance.

He ran his hands over his face, "I'm being serious." and stood over her, sighing when she shook her head.

She nodded mockingly, "Right, Do you think we'll last?"

He gasped dramatically and spun around on his feet, "How could you even ask that?"

He imagined a future with her.

The mother of his kids.

His wife.

His Relly.

She bowed her head, "It was just a question."

"Let me guess Fezco told you to ask me that." he gritted out, she noticed his eye twitching.

She was taken back by his words.

She only recently became friends with the local drug dealer. She liked talking to him because he actually listened to her.

He was a sweet guy.

She knew whoever ended up with Fezco would be very lucky.

"What no-"

"I know you've been face timing him." he took a menacing step towards her, backing her up against the wall.

The idea of her talking to something who he deemed to be the lowest of the low had his blood boiling.

He felt betrayed by their innocent friendship.

"What, how?" her chest heaved up and down, Rory could see the evil glint in his eye.

He shrugged, "I've checked your phone."

He didn't want to raise his voice in her house, knowing that her grandfather was probably listening.

Nate knew that Luca wasn't much of a fan of him, he had no clue why.

"Nate, what the fuck?" she couldn't believe that he would invade her privacy.

She never checked his phone, not once, despite the urge to scroll through his messages.

"I was just making sure that you still loved me." he spoke in a 'matter of fact' tone.

He smirked when he noticed her clench her fist, "You didn't have to check my fucking phone, you could've just asked me."

She was tired of the constant back and forth.

She never thought of cheating on him, she loved him, so why would that even cross her mind.

He roughly cupped her face, "Watch your tone."

She pushed him back, "Fuck you." he laughed mockingly at her attempt to move him away.

He gripped the back of her neck, forcing her to look up at him, "You did yesterday baby and I know you're still craving my cock."

More tears poured down her face, "What the fuck is wrong with you?" he wiped her tears away, tired of her being so emotional.

"I'm protective over my girl," he said softly, pulling her closer to him.

"Jesus Christ," she muttered and turned her face away from him.

"Come on Relly," he kissed her forehead, "baby I love you and only you." he moved his lips to hers, "Let me take you out tomorrow."

She slowly looked up at him again, "Can we have a picnic or something?" she asked hopefully.

They never went out on dates that didn't involve restaurants.

She hated the formal setting, she preferred doing it with her grandfather, not her boyfriend.

He chuckled, "Fuck no, I'm not doing that shit, my girl deserves something special." he promised.

"But-"

"Dinner tomorrow," he said sternly, leaving no room for an argument.

He purposefully ignored her defeated expression, "Okay."

"I love you."

"I love you too Nate."

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a/n:

Some ppl requested that you wanted to see Nate and Rory's relationship.

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aliengoth3 · 2 years ago

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Just saw an interview on a carpet with Jacob Elordi and he avoids giving a clear answer to the question "how is it potraying Elvis, through the lense of Priscilla?" By saying "it's just a different way of looking at it I suppose I don't really have an answer" (not entirely sure about what he says after "I suppose")

Also the difference between him and Austin. Austin looked so enthusiast about working on the movie and getting to study Elvis, Jacob said it was boring, man really doesn't care 💀

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justjacob-elordi · 2 years ago

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they could never make me hate you 😌😌

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babeydollx · 3 years ago

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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 · 3 years ago

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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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iamasimperyk · 3 years ago

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Hurt -Nate Jacobs

Warnings: Violence, mention of blood, kind of abusive relationship, yelling, swearing

Summary: You get hurt and Nate gets angry, knowing exactly why the person did it.

PE. Seriously, who came up with this subject in the first place? Sports, in general, wasn't the problem, it was that your teacher just came up with weird things to keep you busy during class. Today she said it would be a good idea to do different pair exercises.

"Are we in kindergarten or what?" Cassie said as she rolled her eyes.

The boys just had to run. Not that you wanted to run, but it was better than that shit. But the best part was that the boys were running the whole time in the hall where you had to do your exercises.

"I feel like I'm being watched already." You mumbled.

"You don't have to. Your boyfriend is Nate fucking Jacobs. Trust me, they won't even look at you for a second." She smiled, and you nodded.

"Okay, girls, pair up and do twenty squats." The teacher told all of you, and you looked at Cassie as she nodded.

You felt the stares on you but told yourself that you were only imagining them. But when you heard a whistle, you turned around and saw a boy you had never seen before. "If Nate ever hits you, call me, and I'll make you feel better." He shouted to you with a grin.

You looked at him stunned before your eyes fell on Cassie, and you both started laughing. "That was the worst pickup line I've ever heard," Cassie said when she had stopped laughing.

"Who knows, maybe there are girls desperate enough to fall for it." You grinned before your teacher explained the next task.

Throw a fucking ball at each other and catch it. It worked pretty well until Cassie unintentionally hit your lip with the ball.

"Fuck, that hurt like a bitch." You mumbled and touched your lip carefully before you saw that it was bleeding.

"Fuck, sorry, Y/N," Cassie said, running over to you.

"It's okay. I will just go to the bathroom and come back." You smiled.

You left the hall and wandered through the hallways until you arrived at one of the school restrooms. Unaware that your boyfriend had seen you and followed you.

You rinsed out your mouth and saw the blood coming from the cut on your lip. You saw it when you looked at yourself in the mirror. You must have bitten down on your lip when the ball hit you.

"Fuck, that's going to hurt while kissing." You muttered.

"What's going to hurt while kissing?" You heard a family voice ask, and you looked into the mirror only to see your boyfriend behind you. Nate's gaze immediately fell on your lip, and he turned you around, grabbed your face, and looked closer at the cut on your lower lip.

"Who did this?" He asked, visibly angry but trying his best to stay calm.

"It was an accident. Cassie hit me with a ball unintentionally." You explained, to which he laughed humourlessly.

"Unintentionally? Wake up, Y/N, people aren't always as innocent as you think." Nate replied, leaning down before kissing you. You whimpered in pain but quickly got used to it.

When he pulled away from you, you smiled at him.

"You have some blood there," you said, embarrassed as Nate simply ran his tongue over his upper lip.

"I want you to stay away from Cassie." He clarified as you looked at him in confusion.

"Why?" You questioned. "Just do what I fucking say." He raised his voice, and you nodded quickly.

"Good girl. Now go back to your class." Nate kissed your cheek before exiting the bathroom, leaving you perplexed.

You knew, however, that you better do what he said, even if it meant losing one of your best friends. Cassie hadn't hurt you on purpose, though. Right?

Nate Pov

Nate knew that Cassie had hit you with the ball on purpose, and that was only because he ended whatever he had with her. You were much more important to him than that he would leave you for some meaningless hook-ups.

Cassie, however, didn't take it too well because she had fallen in love with Nate. He knew that she could tell you at any time that he had cheated on you, and he had to do everything to make sure that didn't happen.

Nate waited until your class was over and watched you coming out of the locker room alone, which made him proud.

When he finally spotted Cassie, he came out of his little hiding place, grabbed her arm and pulled her into a storage room.

"Stay away from Y/N." Nate hissed, pinning Cassie against one of the shelves. She grinned up at him, her hand running over his chest.

"Nate, I miss you, and I'm better than, Y/N, in every way." She murmured, and he rolled his eyes.

He just couldn't believe he had cheated on someone like you with Cassie. What did he see in her back then?

"Listen, I don't love you. We fucked a few times, and I ended it, so get over it. Oh yeah, and if you even think about telling Y/N about it, I will publish the beautiful little nudes you were kind enough to send me." He threatened her and a tear ran down Cassie's cheek.

"How can you do this to me after I have been there for you." She sobbed.

Nate just wanted to get out of here. And it would have worked if the door hadn't been opened by Maddy.

"What the fuck!" she screamed and ran away again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Nate yelled, slamming his fist into the wall, right next to Cassie's head. She flinched and looked at him fearfully.

"Get the fuck out." He hissed and watched as she ran out.

Maddy had probably already told you what she saw, and you would try to find him by now.

Nate couldn't lose you. You were his, only his.

Part 2 Part 3

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deliriousgrl-writes · 6 months ago

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content warning//this chapter contains explicit sexual themes. read at your own risk.

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nate slammed into maddy with a brutal force, his movement hard and fast. he was fucking her against his bathroom counter, her moans filling the air. "yes, nate, yes!" she cried, her mascara running down her face. he liked this position and place, but everytime he couldn't help but look at his own reflection in the mirror as her ass pressed into his hips. his muscles were flexing, his teeth pressed into his bottom lip as he watched himself plow into her, his release close. he didn't mind having sex with maddy, but his mind was still elsewhere. he could see it in his own eyes, nate's expression in the mirror clouded by thoughts of maddys shy little friend. maddys moans continued and he kept his pace, rapid and vigorous, working out his sexual frustrations. he couldn't help but be excited for the next day, knowing that before his english class the shy little mouse would be talking to him, her soft voice describing what had happened in the novel they had been reading in class; the giver.

nate came hard, visions of the heart shaped locket against her chest in his minds eye, her delicate hands and pink lips. it was all too much, consumed by even the thought of the way her wide doe eyes had looked up at him as they'd walk down the hall earlier that day. he groaned, egging maddy on more as she whimpered loudly. he wasn't after her pleasure, the truth was he never had been their entire relationship. nate took, that was his way, he was well aware of that aspect of himself. he slipped out of maddy, watching as her petite body almost fell as her knees buckled. he hadn't counted on going so rough on her but he'd been struggling, so worked up, utterly enthralled in his fantasies of his new conquest. he snapped himself out of it, grabbing maddy by her shoulders and helping her stand up before pressing her against his now sweaty chest. she sighed against him and said she loved him.

the truth was nate loved maddy too, or he thought he did. they were awful for each other, he knew that, but she was always there when he called her. even after they'd broken up for the hundredth time, she'd answer his call, cuss him out, and then show up at his front door. but love wasn't enough, nate was exhausted by her drama and the constant fighting between them, he felt that she was too controlling. it was too masculine to him, the way she obsessed and possessed him. he wanted someone docile, someone who knew how to listen and not rebel, someone easier for him to control. as he let maddy cuddle against him under his sheets, them both naked, he stared at the ceiling of his bedroom. he knew he had to come up with a way to break things off with her but maddy was so damn stubborn. it would be hard to shake her. and at the end of the day if he couldn't win over his timid new obsession–but he knew he would–he'd be able to have maddy back that next week. nate was a planner, he waited for the right time, patiently waited to execute his plans. and now his plan was to get maddy out of the picture. he didn't want to hurt her, though he knew he would, it was impossible not to since she was so in love with him. he felt her snuggle close to him, her small hands caressing his stomach as she drifted off to sleep. nate wanted to feel bad, feel some sort of sympathy or guilt, but it was like he was incapable of it. he knew what he wanted now, who he wanted. and he was tired of acting like he could be the person maddy wanted him to be for her, it would never happen. he had to let her go.

the next morning, as he and maddy entered the kitchen for breakfast, nate's mother rolled her eyes. she wasn't a big fan of maddy, and rightfully so as maddy could be obnoxious and rude. someone could give her the wrong look and it would set her off. it used to charm nate, but now it annoyed him. he didn't care what his mother thought though, or his father, they could either live with his decisions or kick him out. and god knows they don't want the whole town talking about how the jacob's couple kicked out their teenage son over a girl. maddy and him headed out to his truck. he opened the door for her as he always did, helping her small figure jump into the tall seat. as they drove, maddy sucked down an iced coffee he had stopped and got her at a local gas station, her eyes glued to her phone and her mouth going a mile a minute about how her friend BB was being a bitch lately. nate kept his eyes on the road, trying his best to act like he was listening by nodding every now and then. maddy didn't seem convinced. "you don't even care about what i'm saying, do you?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

nate had to stop himself from sighing, of course she was going to start a fight and ruin the morning. "maddy," he said, furrowing his brows as he kept his eyes on the road, "stop." he heard her huff from beside him, slamming her ice coffee into the cup holder and rolling her window down. he watched her out of the corner of his eye, wondering how he was going to break it off. nate and maddy had broken up more times than he could count, he'd broken up with her, she was usually the one to break up with him. how could nate convince her that this would be the last time? that he wasn't planning on calling her a week later or answering her many texts when she got lonely at night?

"you've been quiet lately," she said from beside him, nate had just stopped at a red light. she really was wanting a fight, nate thought to himself, she's just asking for it. nate swallowed and ran his hand through his hair, the hand on the steering wheel gripping it until his knuckles were white. he turned to face her, his lips in a aggravated line.

"do you always have to be so fucking annoying?" he spit, his expression full of disdain. maddy opened her mouth to speak, her expression a mixture of anger and sadness. nate continued, "i mean, we're driving to fucking school, maddy. we see each other every day. am i the bad guy if i don't want to listen to your stupid friends problems?"

"she's not stupid! and couples are supposed to talk, you just don't want to hear about my life," maddy yelled, her long manicured nail pointing at him. the stoplight finally turned green and nate gunned it, going well over the speed limit at he spoke.

"you have no idea what's going on in my life either," he said sternly, pressing harder on the gas pedal, "everything i do or say is a god damn problem for you."

maddy slammed her hands on the dash, watching the road as nate zoomed by each car. "you're fucking crazy! what? are you trying to kill us?" her high pitched voice rang in nate's ears, making him even more agitated. good, he thought, maybe if he makes her mad or scared enough she'll give him space for the rest of the day. so he decided not to hold back.

he turned his truck forcibly into the schools parking lot. maddy yelled a string of curses at him as he slammed into a parking space, sending her body forward and watching as her back hit the seat behind her roughly. "you fucking psycho!" she yelled.

"just shut the fuck up and get out of the truck, maddy," he spat, his dark eyes burning into hers. she furrowed her brows at him and pointed her finger at him before she spoke once more.

"i can't fucking stand you," she said lowly, before she grabbed her things and opened the door and jumped out of his truck. he watched as she made her way to the schools entrance, her heels clicking as she walked. once she finally made it inside, he leaned back against his seat, rubbing his face as he let out a breath. it was a small, stupid argument, nothing of real substance. he knew it wouldnt be enough to get rid of her though, so maybe he'd just avoid her. though maddy was known to make a scene no matter what and he couldn't have her shy friend see that and get the wrong impression. he let out a groan before slamming his fist against the steering wheel of his truck, trying to hold himself back from just driving away. it wasnt until he thought of the fact that his new prize would be waiting for him before english class to talk that he finally stepped out of his truck. he'd enjoy his time with her today, look forward to it and push maddy far from his mind. he needed to stay focused.

as nate walked the halls of his highschool, his algebra notebook in his large hand, he kept his mind focused. second period was all he had to look forward to, all he had to care about today. as he sat through algebra, his teacher mister hendricks writing equations on the board, nate felt his nerves kick in. he wasn't sure why, he usually had no problems talking to girls. nate was charismatic when he wanted to be, he could put up a good front, have girls begging for more. every girl he had been with craved his attention, and he knew exactly when to give it and when to withhold it. but if he wanted to win this one over he had to be smart. she was shy, hesitant even. he could see in her wide doe eyes how sensitive she probably was, he had to be careful. he was used to girls who were loud about what they wanted from him, the girls that would get on their knees and beg for his pleasure. this one was different, he had to build this relationship and try not to scare her away in the process.

he tapped his foot impatiently, his eyes darting to the clock above the whiteboard in the classroom. nate had to calm himself down, he had to feel confident and calm. he cursed himself internally, reminding himself not to be such a spaz, stop fidgeting, stop breathing so fast, be the man people think you are.

as the bell rang students rushed out of the classroom, nate took a breath, grabbing his things and heading out the door behind a swarm of classmates. as he made his way down the hallway and down the steps, he stopped for a moment, his eyes scanning the halls as students made their ways to their lockers, the sounds of metal opening and slamming shut. he was cautious to avoid maddy if she were around, his eyes searching for her in the sea of highschool students, but luckily for him she was no where to be seen. he was hard to miss, with his tall stature and intimidating demeanor, she would find him. but she didn't, and nate was thankful for that.

he walked down the hallway quickly, students passing by him. he saw her at the end of the hall, her back pressed against her locker as she seemed to be searching for someone. nate's stomach twisted as he realized the shy girl was searching for him, the thought making his insides twitch was bliss. he swallowed before making his way to her, his hands in his pockets as he stood beside her. "hey," he breathed out, keeping his deep voice gentle as he peered down at her. he watched her smile shyly at him, her hands holding her butterfly notebook and novel.

"hi," she said quietly, avoiding his eyes. he liked that, the way she seemed too nervous to face him. he knew he couldn't have her like that for long, she needed to be comfortable with him, needed to be at ease if his plan would be put into motion. so he spoke back to her, his hand reaching up to scratch the back of his head and a smile on his face.

"so, uh, what have i missed?" he said coyly, his dark eyes blinking down at her.

the girl shifted awkwardly, her voice quiet and soft as she spoke, "well mrs. gonzales told me to show you some of my notes, uh, the class has just read the first few ch-chapters.”

nate enjoyed her subtle stammering, the small stutter from nervousness making her even more endearing. he gave her a small smile, nodding his head. “here, let’s talk over there,” he said to her, pointing at the other staircase at the end of the hall. she walked beside him slowly, her hands still holding her things tightly to her chest. “i really appreciate this, i hope you know that. it surprised me that you agreed to catch me up, i probably could’ve just read it myself in the mean time. but still, thanks,” nate said, keeping his voice soft as he sat down on the steps. she smiled at him awkwardly, blinking as she sat down beside him on the stairs, careful to keep a small distance between their bodies.

she adverted her eyes away from him and instead opened her notebook, nate’s eyes immediately noticing her neat, cursive handwriting. he had to stop himself from smirking. he watched as her fingers went over the notes, the heart shaped bullet points beside each sentence on the page making nate only enjoy her innocence more. “right so, the main character is this teenager, jonas, and this world he lives in. it’s devoid of color, everything is super controlled, even emotions…”

nate listened intently as she continued, his eyes flickering over her soft features as she spoke. she spoke eloquently, but not to nate’s surprise, he knew she was smart. she went on to describe the novel more in depth, summarizing the first few chapters with ease. nate had to stop himself from smiling at her, of course his little prize would find a book like this captivating. she suddenly went quiet, noticing how she may have drone on for a bit too long. nate quickly spoke, filling the silence quickly. “sounds like a really messed up society,” he said with a chuckle, his eyes glued to the way she gave him a small smile, “you seem to know all about this. have you read it before?”

her cheeks dusted a rosy pink, “yeah actually. a couple years ago.”

“so this, uh, jonas, he’s the only one who knows what’s really going on, right?” he said softly, “like the whole messed up government controlling everything thing?”

she nodded, her hands reaching up to fidget with the gold heart shaped locket against her chest. she was nervous, nate thought, probably not used to being around someone like him. he wanted to prove her wrong about his reputation, anything she had heard. to others in the large high school, he was a star football player, a confident jock with a dramatic girlfriend on his arm. he didn’t want her to be intimidated by him, though he knew she would be regardless. their extreme height difference alone would make her feel small. “i don’t want to spoil anything, if you haven’t read it. i-it’s really good, different from all the other dystopian tropes in other books.”

she was so sweet to him like this, fidgeting her her necklace and trying her best to keep a small distance between them. nate shifted from where he sat, his mind trying not to focus on the way her sweet, fruity perfume hit his nose as she moved. “you explain it better than most teachers,” nate chuckled, watching as she finally turned to look at him. he smiled down at her, her cheeks still painted pink. “i don’t mind if you spoil it a bit for me,” he smirked. she looked away, letting a soft chuckle leave her plump lips.

“well, um, coming up all the teenagers are assigned their jobs. or like life paths, and jonas gets the highest position,” she said, looking down at the novel in her lap, her eyes scanning the cover. “h-he gets to be the receiver of memories, which means he gets to see the way things were before everything was controlled.”

“only him?” nate asked, keeping his facial expression curious. he had to keep up the act of being interested in the book if he wanted to keep her talking, he didn’t want to act like he didn’t care or blow her off. he needed to keep her talking.

“only him,” she nodded, her voice a quiet murmur. she didn’t seem like she wanted to spoil more so nate stopped himself from asking why, instead finding another way to compliment her, bring her confidence up so she’d like him more.

“well,” nate breathed, giving her another smile, “you make it so sound interesting. i might have to read ahead now.” she laughed at that, a real one, which only made nate’s heart beat faster. “i’m serious. i wish you were teaching the class, i bet you could.”

she shook her head, smiling with the blush still on her skin, “n-no, i just like the book. or uh, r-reading in general.” nate gave her another warm smile, his hands itching to grab her own, to tell her how smart he thought she was and how much he wanted to taste the sweetness of her lips. but he couldn’t, not yet.

“we should probably get to class,” nate said, standing up. he decided to be bold, holding his hand out to help her up. he wanted to feel her small fingers around his if only for a moment, see how they felt in his large hand. she blinked up at him before taking his hand, her small fingers feeling like electricity against nate’s skin. he helped her up politely and let her hand go quickly, not wanting to make her uncomfortable or come off too strong, though he wished he could hold her hand as they walked to class together. the bell rang just as they made it to the door of their ap english class and they entered the now filled classroom slowly, side by side. he watched mrs. gonzales mouth a thank you to the shy girl beside him, to which she nodded at. nate slipped into his desk, right beside the shy little mouses and he turned and smiled at her one more time, his voice soft as he thanked her again.

he licked his lips before he spoke, a couple of students still missing from the classroom and giving him a small window of time to talk to her more. “thanks again. you’re a lot different than most people around here,” he whispered to her, her eyes meeting his for a moment, “in a good way.” she gave him a shy smile and nodded, opening up her notebook to prepare to take notes.

nate was over the moon as class went on, watching his shy conquest out of the corner of his eyes, wondering what kind of impression she had gotten of him. he knew he had played the situation well, she now knew he found her smart, interesting, different. he wondered if she was already starting to like him or if it would take some more convincing, but her small shy smile at him as he got up to leave class as the bell rang made him think he had succeeded at his task. he smiled back at her too, giving her a small wave as he exited the class.

nate’s plan was already in motion. he just had one more thing to take care of before he could begin phase two; maddy.

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