#especially when I move back home when they move OS and I won't need to pay rent!

[beatlesforsale]

Paying off my entire student loan of 40k next week is both exciting and terrifying at the same time. Fuck a 7% indexation on a student loan to the moon.

[mikeysbabygirl]

𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒑'𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈

Warning : minors DNI, 18+. Pervy slightly obsessed Mitsuya, voyeurism, bondage kink, smut, hard Dom! Mitsuya, praise kink, nicknames ( pretty whore, love... Etc )

What is written in both bold and italics are flashbacks.

So guys, this won unanimously, most people wanted the pervy, mean!Dom Takashi and HERE HE IS. THIS doesn't mean I won't write the Rindou os, the Haitani brothers os and all the others, I will definitely write them, next time 🤫

Also, this is not a proper one shot, just a kind of porn without plot, therefore I didn't put so much details into it 😭

Since his earliest days, Mitsuya Takashi hardly had a minute for himself. Swimming in an ocean of blood and gangs, trying not to drown while carrying the weight of a family on sore shoulders.

Too much for his studies, there's priorities to life and his sisters were one. Well, that was until the day his mother saw his school grades dropping down, especially that he was only months away from graduation, and decided to hire a babysitter.

As much as the news should have made him a little bit relieved, he still could not drop the wheel completely. He needed to see that babysitter even once, what if they weren't good enough to keep his sisters?

Sometimes he comes to think it was a bad idea...

He never expected the babysitter to be his age, or this... pretty.

He opened the door already somehow frustrated, how can one be late to his first day to work ?

But the harsh words he's been chewing for fifteen minutes accidentally got swallowed, putting a lump in his throat the minute he saw you.

-" Oh finally !" The girl rolled her eyes, then flashed a big smile toward him. " I'm so sorry I'm late, I had trouble finding the house. I'm actually new to town and... "

And he was not listening. His eyes were literally absorbed in the shiny black hole you were, talking about how you moved in like you had knew him for years.

-" Anyway, I'm rambling. " He could tell your cheeks heated, and when you bit your lower lip shyly he could not tell anything else.

To meet you was an earthquake, and often in such cases the tsunami was soon to follow. He remembered perfectly how he could not keep his eyes for him as you introduced yourself to his sisters, how your eyes always shone bright when you talked, how you wore that light smile of yours just like it did not probably carry a hundred boy's hearts.

And all doubts which could have clouded his mind before he met you has been chased away by the sunshine you brought along, Mana and Luna looked absolutely delighted whenever you were around. And he was too, from the few times he talked to you without feeling like his heart was on a wild ride, he learned you too were soon to pass the graduation exam, which gave him a hand to you.

No really, the problem was not you.

There should be no problem.

It was just... That night where you fell asleep next to Luna on her bed, after reading a story to the girls.

You should have went home since almost an hour, he only came in to tell you he was home and you could go. But the sight to greet him knocked him off of his feet, frozen , he was, while the fire started gaining his guts.

He felt guilty, and so dirty, but he could not help staring at the curve of your hips while your short skirt rode them up, turning in your sleep. Goddamn... His sisters were there, sleeping next to you, he should just turn his back to you and walk out of there, as the angel on his right shoulder was saying.

But the voice on the left one began whispering loud tempting words to him, to take a picture that would last longer. He had to run away.

That night, Mitsuya locked himself in his room and tried releasing the throbbing pain between his legs. He touched himself thinking about your hips, about those pink panties you were wearing under your so short skirt. He gave it the tightest strokes, thinking about how your lips would close around him. And he threw his head back, coming in his hand, imagining how the white ropes would look like leaking from your bare legs that he saw for the first time that night.

It was a whole new feeling, sure he was not a virgin anymore and have had his fair amount of hook-ups, yet that felt different. That was not him, the guy who talked to you innocently in the morning, once the night comes chasing unholy thoughts that wore your name.

The game changer was when you offered to help him with some lessons he just couldn't seem to understand. Such a sin wrapped in a good deed.

Oh Mitsuya Takashi is so sweet, isn't he ? Eyes hunging on you with every little thing you explained, cheeks heating everytime you praised him for finding the right answer.

Maybe just a little bit clumsy, like that time he accidentally spilled water on your white shirt.

-" Shit, I'm so sorry... "

You smiled as sweetly as always, excusing him and guilt left a nasty scar on his mind because you put him on such a high pedestal that you didn't even thought...

That he could have made it in purpose. You didn't even thought that he was enjoying the sight of your breasts under the now transparent shirt a little too much. You never suspected anything when he said he needed to text a friend really quick, pulling out his phone and snapping some pictures of your perking up nipples.

He was clumsy, and you hoped he would soon feel comfortable around you. So you didn't said anything even if he dropped his pen a lot of times during the tutoring session, sneaking under the table to take it back.

He swore the first time was an accident, only a coincidence that when he was about to get up after taking back that pencil, his eyes spotted your panties under your dress.

The blood started running south, and all he could think about while you were busy explaining some math problem was how the fabric held your pussy perfectly, how tight pressed against your cunt it was, and how damp it would turn if you let him just rub his aching bulge between your legs.

- " Goddamn " he ran his hands through his hair after closing the door behind you that day, pressing his back against it and looking at the obvious bulge in his pants. " I'm so, so fucked up. "

Mitsuya Takashi respected women, he would never disrespect you or even think about touching you without your consent. He already was choking on the fact that he had fallen so low, chasing his high almost every night and thinking about your face, pumping his length and wishing he could spill on your pretty face, thick white drops of his love dripping from your mouth and cheeks, It was definitely a good thing that his sisters were already sleeping, because the pathetic grunts and moans of your name leaving his mouth only got higher until he finally reached cloud nine.

-" I won't take this. " You were hell bent on refusing the extra money he gave you with your usual babysitter salary. He bored his jaded gaze into you, although his weary face sent strange chills up your back, you stayed unmoved.

-"I would've never passed my exams without your help, you deserve it and more. " Your cheeks heated, not because of the words but the nonchalant way he'd said it, like it did not get you all flustered.

-" I did it for you, not for the money. Aren't we like... Friends ?"

So much for his unmoved expression, it all stumbled down the minute you said that, got him up all night thinking about how to return the favor, how he could possibly draw down his gratefulness to you.

In fact he figured out there was something he could do, the best thing he did actually. Therefore nights were spent, canvas were stained touching the curves of your body on paper sheets and creating the perfect clothes for you.

-" Damn... " Another crumbled up paper joined its siblings on the floor, he pulled his hair back and sighed loudly, cursing himself or your name or whatever was different about you that got him so... Obsessed. Why'd you have to seep opium in him ? So much that the only things crossing his mind were unholy, so much that it always had to be the tiniest clothes, the smaller fabrics, the most revealing pieces?

-" I'm fucking disgusting. " Yes, he hated himself, or the influence you had on him that turned him into such a pervert, this was not him.

His heart raced a beat faster while your hands shyly began opening the box, he pointed that he made it himself for you and you knew how everyone valued what he sewed, the act itself filled you with gratefulness.

Soon the gratefulness gave way to fluster, the ribbons fell down and you almost dropped the box seeing the white lace lingerie.

Your eyes drifted back toward him, and widened even more catching his impassive face. Were you panicking inside for nothing ?

-" That's... That's really pretty, wow, I mean... "

-" Won't ya try it ?"

No way he just said that, your heart missed a beat in the process of finding some convenient words. You were not going to show up in front of him... Like that? Were you ?

Doubts clouded your mind, were you uptight ? No because, he didn't flinched a second offering you his room to change in, was he used to it ? You might be overthinking... Takashi is a professional tailor, he has and will see many women in lesser fabric, for him that was just art and nothing else. It would probably be rude from you to decline, and well, you didn't wanted to look like a prude in front of such a cool guy.

Your anxiously ran your sweaty hands over the bare skin of your thighs, staring at the girl in the mirror. She looked... Different, it seemed like your body was not yours, but that of a more confident woman, for some reason it felt good, wearing something he had put so much time and work in.

An Aphrodite-like temptress, that was the first thing to come to his mind the minute you opened the door. You enamoring, and him levitating, gravitating toward you. Standing shyly and not daring to meet his eyes meanwhile him couldn't just keep his away from you.

He slowly began making his way toward you, drinking in the way you gulped down that delicate throat of yours. Up close, he could admire the contrast of the white fabric against your skin, upon seeing you wearing his art, he felt his chest blooming with adoration. As much as he imagined the piece on you, he never thought it would look so... Dazzling.

-" it's... It's perfect " you almost stuttered, finally catching the strength to meet his eyes. Stern purple hues looked through your eyes, his voice was dangerously low when he answered.

-" You make it look prettier. "

He didn't missed your breath hitching the minute his hand reached to caress the bra's white lace, his lips curved slightly into a sly smirk, sliding a finger up and down where he could feel your nipple hardening.

-" So soft... " He left his voice to trail, behind lingering touches on the longline bra. You shivered to the spine, ashamed to feel so eager for his touch but not daring once looking away.

-" Taka', what... " You swallowed a deep breath, his hand laid flat on your stomach, thumb randomly caressing the waistband of the white panties.

He wished to quit, but felt like a prisoner in his own body, a submissive to that sight of yours. Drinking on each part of your body and getting high on lust, the combo of your innocent doe eyes and sinful body digging his flesh's hunger deeper.

The whisper of his name leaving your mouth encouraged him to a bolder move, his hand closed around one of your breasts, a strangled grunt escaped his mouth the moment you threw your head on his shoulder. Internally he was glad you leaned in his touch, hearing you whispering his name again, he leaned toward your ear.

-" Yes ? Tell me what you need, love ".

You were almost by his fingertips, he could feel your walls breaking down, forehead on his shoulder while his other hand slided down your back, down...

-" I... I need... " He stole the words out from you again, squeezing your mound harder in his hand, enjoying your gasp. " There's... Here " you pulled back and grabbed his hand, his guts stirred up as you placed it on your clothed mons pubis. " Something in here... Please"

How could the devils of him not wake up, when you stood there so angelic and innocent, practically begging him to take you ?

-" Aw, don't worry baby. Gonna take real good care 'f ya, yeah ?"

-" But. " He stopped, holding a sharp glance at you. " We gonna do this my way. "

Mitsuya Takashi is such a sweet guy, opening the door for you, offering to take you home after you kept his sisters, never raising his voice once no matter what.

Only behind closed doors, the wolf dropped the sheep's clothing, and with his fangs ripped off the soft fabric hiding your chest from his sight.

Mitsuya Takashi is a classy man, refined, therefore even the ropes tying you to his bed were of an expensive, bloody red fabric.

-" don't pull on the ropes. " He warned, sinking his knees deeper in the bed on top of you. " You're mine to hurt, no one else. "

His kisses were so loving, closing his eyes and rolling his tongue against yours like he always dreamed to do. You tasted as sweet as he imagined, and moaned the sweetest when his mouth closed around your nipple.

-" Ah, Taka' " you closed your eyes, feeling the ropes digging deeper in your wrists. And suddenly a gasp left your mouth, your cheeks getting harshly squeezed together by him.

-" Don't you dare looking away. Keep these pretty eyes o'mme. "

The purple in his eyes turned indigo under the desire, teeth pulling your panties down from the waistband, hands holding your hips steady. He spread your legs and his gaze was impossible to sustain, mesmerized by your dripping cunt, he felt his cock throbbing against his lower belly, already so hard by the meer sight.

-" Tsk, look what we've got here... " A frustrating heat spread between your legs when he collected your arousal upon your folds without ever really touching you. " act so shy out there for everyone else but in here, for me, you’re such a needy little slut... "

A whimper left your mouth, he guided his finger to your mouth.

-" Swallow it for me, love. " He forced it between your lips. " it wasn’t a suggestion, was an order. "

Such a giver, he was. Went down on you like you were his last meal, he had dreams of this, after all. Tasting you and humming from satisfaction, swirling his tongue around your swollen clit and fingering you until he got you screaming his name.

-" 's too much... Can't... Can't fucking take it !"

-" Shut up, I got you. "

Back to your level, face in front of yours,lips glistening from your previous high, a serious expression on his face, he squeezed together your cheeks with one hand.

-" Tell me, whose pussy is this ?"

He stared at your fucked up face, proud filled his chest seeing your eyes still rolling back from the overstimulation, but it was not what he needed right now. He watched your eyes widening as he slightly slapped your cheek.

It was intoxicating, how he always had to hold back, to hide the rude dark parts. But how you swallowed it and never even choked on his rougher edges got him hooked up to you, no need to hold back.

-" I asked you a question. "

You would've never, not in a million years thought he could act so rough toward you, or anyone else. But why did his stern face and deep voice make it only harder to look away from him ?

-" Yours... It's all yours, Taka " you smiled with lidded eyes, knocking him out of breath for few seconds until he buried his head in your neck, placing sweet kisses.

-" Mine. Only mine. "

His hands traveled down the new lands of your body, discovering and wishing he could mark you his dominion.

-" pussy's mine to ruin. " Seconds. Only seconds away from the hell threshold, lining his tip with your dripping entrance. " And 'm gonna do it so, so good baby. "

And that when he started sliding inside you, cock invading your walls that passion began, where your bodies united and your spirits joined together at the same time as your bodies became one.

The feeling of him inside you was better than all that you ever experienced, and soon, he started thrusting inside you at a crazy pace, as you opened your mouth and furrowed your eyebrows, drunk on the pleasure of his violent moves.

-" ugh, feels so... "

-" Right ?" He grunt, almost pounding inside you, eyes glued on your bouncing breasts. " See how good y'taking me ? you're so good to me, love. "

He could not take his eyes of your face, how it expressed full desire and lust, and he swore he never found someone as good looking as you while you were all tamed by him. His hand reached out to your neck, wrapping around it and stealing the slightest bit of breath from you.

-" Looks so fuckin' pretty, wearing... Uh god, wearing my touch like a fuckin' necklace. "

His grip on your throat tightened, and there, tied, you felt so free. Choked, yet he was fresh air to you . Bruised, yet you never felt as pretty as under his gaze. Lying, yet you stand so tall. You were devoted to him.

-" You have... No goddamn idea how much I've wanted this. " He breathed out, leaning to mark your neck. " Such a pretty whore for me. For me, yeah ?"

-" For... " You tried speaking, only to be cut off by a rather harsher thrust from him. You did not expected it to send you to overdrive, yet it had your eyes rolling and hole clenching around him.

-" Shit, princess " he scoffed in a breath, feeling the knot in his balls tightening. " Hugging my cock like a hungry slut, gonna... Gonna make me cum !"

His choice of words got your body shaking as you nodded in response, unable to form correct words to express how overstimulated you were.

He looked at you, the same incredible girl who got him crossing boundaries he never thought about, laying underneath him and coming undone because of him. It sounded ethereal, but looked heavenly, and felt intoxicatingly blissful.

-" Cum for me, Taka'. Want... Want to make you feel good " you whispered, still pulling at the ropes holding your wrists. He threw his head back and moaned your name out loud, only few thrusts before he quickly pulled out and white ropes covered your breasts.

He was a goner, high on some volatile narcotics. Your teary eyes, swollen lips, marked skin, all got him feeling so light. He could not believe, after months of flying around you like a moth to its flame, that now he got you drooling, breasts leaking his seeds, tied to his bed. His heart filled his entire chest, warmth spreading in all his body, was it love ?

His climax rarely hit him that hard, had him crashing against you, imprisoning you in his strong arms. His face nuzzled in the crook of your neck, then his biceps wrapped around your waist as he laid wet kisses on your bruised skin.

-" Fuck. That was... Fuck " he grunt, through your coming down, you laughed slightly at him, an angelic sound that had him looking at you with disbelief. You ignored him and tried freeing yourself once and for all from the restraints but soon his hand on yours stopped you, pushing you back against the mattress.

-" Uh uh, did I said you could move ?"

You froze hearing his stiff voice, his amethyst hues bored into yours, making you gulp down.

-" I thought we were done" you shrugged, letting him begining to undo your ties.

-" Hm, we are. For now. " he freed you and soon, you could not feel the sheets under your back anymore, finding yourself nuzzled in his strong arms, carrying you through the room.

-" What are you doing ?"

-" You did so well f'me, love... And I fucked you like I didn't care, now lemme show you I do care. "

You shifted your eyes at him and saw his weary impassive expression coming back, but when his eyes met yours, a soft smile grazed his pretty lips, that landed a kiss on your forehead as soon.

Mitsuya Takashi might be the wolf in sheep's clothing, but the afterglow was cotton-soft. Strong arms previously bruising your body were now holding your back against his torso in the bathtub, showering you with praises and sweet kisses, hands rubbing your stomach. Your perfume so engraved in him he knew he would live a hundred lifetimes before he could forget you.

-" I gotta admit... " You started, smiling over your shoulder, his heart missed a beat looking at your glowing face. " I thought you'd never make a move"

He was so cute, for a second dropping that dominant attitude. He was starstruck by your confession, left speechless that you all along knew he had a huge thing for you and didn't said anything.

-" I hate you... " He grunt, tightening his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck.

-" do you ?" You teased, lifting his chin to stare at his eyes. They drifted toward your lips, still craving their taste and back to your hues, drowning in your eye color.

-" I wish I could. " He admitted, deep voice dropping lower from denial's cliff. " Wish I could rip ya off my fucking heart. "

But he could not, he just learned. And to fight against that wild thing you brought out of him was actually feeding that obsession.

But it was okay, right ? As long as you wore his bruises and marks like the prettiest clothes, as long as you took all of him, sugar coated and sword-sharp, it was tamed.

The wolf was tamed.

Network : @tokyo-ballroom @downtown-roponggi

I decided I don't like this, It's the first time I write a porn without plot and I know it's kinda too short, I jumped across a lot of moments and explanations because I simply had a looong week. But I really really wanted to write this, so here it is !

[itsadamcole]

you’re not broken - pt. 2

fem!reader x kyle o’reilly

a year has passed since Kyle proposed to reader. Christmas Day 2021 is here, which is the date that reader and Kyle decided on for their wedding. reader invites her family, and her mother is not very happy ...

word count: 2k+

warnings: mentions of death, mentions of a plane crash, very angsty, a touch of smut, implied sex, defensive!kyle, upset!reader

— this is for whoever wanted a part 2. i hope you enjoy —

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part 1

~ some 18+ content below - read at your own risk ~

You smile and look at yourself in the mirror of your bridal suite. It's been a year to the day since Kyle proposed to you. It's Christmas Day 2021 and you stand in your dress. A smile is painted across your lips as your maid of honor, Tegan Nox, fixing the veil that is attached to a little tiara.

The dress itself is mermaid style. The skirt begins to flare out at your knees, and there's a layer of sparkly fabric. There are no sleeves and a sparkly silver belt sits around your waist. The skirt and veil leave a small train behind you.

There's a knock on your suite door and you call, "Come in! Unless your name is Kyle O'Reilly."

The door opens and your now fourteen year old sister pops her head in. "Mom just got here," she says. "And she looks ridiculous."

Your eyebrows come together as the door slams open. Your mother stands in a white cocktail dress. Your eyes widen and you say, "Are you literally kidding me right now? You're really wearing a white dress to your own daughter's wedding?"

"Y/N, I tried to get her to change but she wouldn't listen to me," your sister immediately says.

Your eyes don't leave your mother. You say, "I can't believe you, Mom. I really can't. I held my title for almost 700 days, I was a double champion for 200 days. I don't know what else I can do to prove to you that I'm not my sister."

Tegan looks at you and your mother before your mother says, "You're nothing like your sister, honey. You're still alive while she's dead."

Your younger sister says, "Mom! It's her wedding day! Are you serious right now?"

"Y/OS/S will never get a wedding day," your mother states. "She'll never have kids. She'll never have the family that Y/N plans on having with Kyle."

Tears well up in your eyes and you say, "That's not my fucking fault. It's the pilot's fault. He's the reason the plane took a nosedive into the Atlantic with her on it."

Your mother walks up to you and says, "It should've been you!"

You flinch away from your mom as the door opens. You see your grandmom walk in. Your dad's mom. Your mom's mother-in-law.

"You better not have said what I think you said to my granddaughter," your grandmom says.

The angry look in your mother's eyes turns into annoyance or fear. You can't tell but the tears that formed are now falling down your face.

Your grandmother says, "You wore white to your own daughter's wedding. You're seriously that low.

Y/S/N runs over and hugs you. You hug her back as your mother says, "Why shouldn't I have? It's not like she doesn't deserve it." She shoots a glare in your direction.

Maybe she's right.

You look at your sister and ask, "Where's Kyle's room? I need to talk to him."

Your sister says, "He's in room 103."

As you go to leave, your mother says, "Oh, running away as per usual."

"I'm going to tell my fiancé that I'm not getting married if my own mother tries to ruin it," you say. "It's one thing if one of my exes or one of Kyle's try to ruin it because I can handle that. I can't handle my own mother showing up in a white dress to my own wedding."

You leave the room and walk down to Kyle's.

After standing outside the room for a second, you knock. "One second!" you hear from the inside.

You wait patiently as the door opens, revealing not Kyle but Adam Cole. He looks confused and says, "You're not supposed to be here, Y/N."

"I need to, um, talk to Kyle," you say, voice shaky.

Adam looks at you confused before he says, "I'll go get him." Adam walks off. Kyle appears in front of you seconds later.

Your fiance looks at you and asks, "Baby, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Kyle engulfs you in a hug and you say, "My mom showed up in a white dress, Kyle. A freaking white dress. Then she started saying how my sister will never get a wedding or have a family like us, and she said that it should've been me. She's ruined the day, Kyle. I can't do this today."

"Can't do what?" he asks, looking down at you. You look up at him with tears in your eyes.

You cry, "I can't get married today. I can't do it."

He gets a look in his eyes and he says, "I'm going to talk to your mother. Where is she?"

As Kyle whips your tears away, you say, "My room. 109."

Kyle walks down the hallway and you follow him. He bursts into the room and says, "How fucking dare you show up to our wedding in a white dress. How fucking dare you say to Y/N that it should've been her that died in that crash. This is Y/N's day. It's her day, and you're here to, what, tell her that she should have died? I'm sorry that Y/OS/N died, I wish I could have met her, but I know that she sure as hell wouldn't want you ruining her younger's sister's wedding day. Either get out of that dress, support Y/N, and get your act together or get the fuck out and go home."

Kyle being supportive and defensive makes you change your mind back instantly to wanting to marry Kyle today. If he's willing to put up with this side of your family then you're one hundred percent ready to marry him today, no matter what.

"Who do you think you are speaking to me like that?" your mother retorts. "I am-"

You watch as Kyle cuts her off. "I don't give two shits who you are," he says, making you cover a small smile that has begun to form on your lips. "You could be the president and I wouldn't fucking care. Stop talking to Y/N like she did something wrong because she didn't. It's not her fault that Y/OS/N died. She's worked harder than I've ever seen her work since you told her she was nothing like Y/OS/N. 678 days as NXT Women's Champion and 200 days as WWE Women's Tag Team Champion. That's a hell of an accomplishment that I'll never achieve but you should be proud of her instead of fucking bashing her! Grow the hell up or get out!"

Your mother looks at Kyle and looks at you behind him. Your grandmother looks almost proud and your younger sister is smiling.

Kyle has officially put your mother in her place and she's officially speechless. She also doesn't look happy.

There's tension in the air as you wait for someone to make a move.

Your mother grabs her things and walks toward the door. She stops and says, "Enjoy your life, Y/N. I never want to see or talk to you again."

Then she leaves and you're heartbroken. Your own mother won't watch as you say I do to Kyle.

Honestly, you're not that upset about it, just heartbroken that it had to come to this.

You look up at Kyle and he looks at you. "Y/N, I'm so-"

Before he can say another word, you put your hands on his cheeks and kiss him. Hard. It's a hard kiss.

Your grandmother says, "Alright, let's go Y/S/N. We shouldn't be here for this."

"But I wanna see what happens," she says, leaving the room with your grandmom.

There's a laugh as your grandmother says, "No you don't."

The door closes and Kyle pulls back from the kiss, looking down at you. "What was that for?" he asks.

You say, "No one's ever put her in her place like that, and honestly, it was hot."

Kyle laughs and says, "You would find it hot, wouldn't you?"

"I've never seen you get so defensive," you say. "It was so hot, especially with the cursing."

Your fiancé's cheeks turn a light red and he smiles. "Remind me to ask Regal to let me curse in the ring when cutting promos," Kyle says.

You lean up and kiss Kyle again. "Please do," you say.

Kyle kisses you back and cups your cheeks. You smile into the kiss, wrapping your hands around Kyle's wrists.

The two of you stand in the room like that for a few minutes, and you feel a small ache between your legs. Kyle's cursing affected you more than you thought.

You pull back from the kiss and look up at Kyle.

"I don't think I can wait for tonight," you admit.

Kyle glances at the time then sheds his suit jacket. He undoes his tie before he says, "We got time. About thirty minutes."

You reach behind you and unzip your dress as you say, "I think we'll only need fifteen."

As soon as you're both naked, you're laid out on the bed with Kyle on top of you.

Let's just say that it was the best pre-wedding sex of all time.

***

Kyle gets dressed and goes back to his room with the Undisputed Era boys as soon as you're both done in bed.

You slip your dress back on as Tegan, your younger sister, and your best friend come into the room.

"Oh, Y/N," Tegan says, hiding a laugh. "Your chest is a mess."

You look down to see that Kyle definitely left his mark on you. Your cheeks heat up and your best friend says, "Must've been good. I can promise you that tonight will be even better."

"He's already planning for tonight," you giggle. "He told me that he was holding back until tonight, and it was still some of the best we've had."

Your sister has her ears covered and you laugh at the sight.

The girls help get you fixed up and ready to walk down the aisle.

Twenty minutes later, it's time. You walk down the aisle with your father, who told your mother to leave without him because he wasn't missing your wedding.

The ceremony is taking place outside right next to an ocean. It's a beautiful day outside in Florida. A warm 60 something degrees with a slight breeze. It's a warm Christmas Day. It usually is.

Kyle stands at the end of the aisle under a white arch covered in white flowers.

Your father hands you off to Kyle, who's smiling at you. "That dress looked better on the floor," he says quietly. A smirk follows the comment.

"Behave yourself, Mr. O'Reilly," you giggle.

Kyle says, "I'll try my best, Mrs. O'Reilly."

You smile at your new last name, even if it's not official yet.

You meet Kyle's eyes and as soon as they do, you don't break eye contact with him. Not when you were saying your vows and not while you were crying as Kyle said his.

It takes an eternity for the official to say, "By the power invested in me by the state of Florida, I pronounce you man and wife. Kyle, you may kiss your bride."

"I've already done that once today," Kyle says. "Or a few dozen times." The crowd laughs. "But I'll do it again."

And he does. He seals the marriage with a kiss.

The crowd claps and you pull back from the kiss. You don't pull that far away as you say, "I love you, Kyle."

Kyle smiles and says, "And I love you, Y/N."

Then the two of you share a second kiss as husband and wife.

[blindspot-repata]

High School Blindspot

Chapter 3

I swear, I tried focus on Jeller, but Repata os everything for me. I promise on next chapter to Focus more to Jeller

Edgar opened the window of his room after hearing a crashing sound. He was home alone because Emma, his mother, was a nurse and most of the time worked at night and his 15-year old sister, Lis, had gone to sleep at a friend's house. The figure waiting for him outside reminded him a few years earlier when they were younger. She always did that, especially when she was in trouble and didn't want to worry about her grandparents, and even if she didn't want to say anything, she would come to him just for company. He always welcomed her, often without asking why, and he just welcomed her. Edgar helped her up and they both sat on the bed. Natasha had a tired countenance that made him feel a twinge of concern.

“It's all right?” The girl shook her head no. “Are you want to talk?”

Edgar watched in silence as Natasha unzipped and removed her sweter from the cold. The boy was startled by what he saw because he did not expect anything so shocking.

"Tasha..." He felt his voice crack and didn't know what to do. The girl had several bruises on both arms and part of her neck, and the rest was hidden under her t-shirt. “What happened?” He looked at her that remained silent and he knew. Ricky.

"Last night he was different and I didn't want to, because I got scared and he forced me, and..." Natasha couldn't talk about it with anyone, but she couldn't take it anymore.

“Did you go to the police? It can't be like this. We have to stop this guy. This is very serious.” Edgar got very nervous and felt his blood boil. Someone had to stop Ricky.

“Not worth it. I won’t see him anymore. Complaining will only expose me and I don't want that.” At some point he will get what he deserves.

Edgar didn't agree, he knew something had to be done, but showing his anger and nervousness now wouldn't help her, that wasn't why she came to him. She came because she needed someone she trusted, and he was there for her, always. The boy took her hand and gently touched the bruises along her arm. A lonely tear rolled down Natasha's cheek.

“It hurts?” Edgar asked and the girl shook her head.

“It hurt yesterday, but now I'm used to it.”

“You don't have to get used to feeling pain. Come here.” Edgar took her in his arms and comforted her and Natasha broke into sobs. Both remained in this position for long minutes until she calmed down and they lay on the bed. The boy just chose to give her his company and if she wanted to say anything else he would be there.

He watched her until she fell asleep. When he saw that she wouldn't wake up, he covered her with a blanket and brushed the hairs off her face. Her countenance showed the suffering she was bringing, perhaps for some time, and he felt terrible realizing that she hadn’t told him before what was happening because she didn’t want to worry him and that he was involved in other things and he wasn’t there for her. He wouldn’t let that happen anymore. He promised himself that he would pay more attention and try to be closer. She looked so small and fragile lying there in his bed that the looker couldn’t imagine the suffering inside her.

Edgar left the room and did what he needed.

“Mrs Amelia?”

“Hi, Edgar? It's all right?”

‘Yes, don't worry. Natasha is here at my home. She slept, I just called to let her know. I don't want to wake her up because she looked so tired.”

“Is she okay, my son? I didn't see her leave.”

“Now she's fine. She slept a little.”

“Thanks for warning me. Just take care of her.”

“I'm taking care her, Mrs Amelia.”

Edgar hung up the phone and went back to the bedroom. He took an extra mattress from under the bed and made it to sleep because she wanted to make room for her. When they were kids Natasha always did that and often they just watched a movie or played video games. When it was late, Edgar's mother came to his son room and if they were sleeping she would call Natasha's grandmother and let her know that the girl was at her house. Over time they grew and the visits decreased more and more. It had been a while since a few years, so Edgar was surprised to see her.

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“Dad!? What was it this time?” Kurt addressed his father who was drinking coffee in the kitchen.

‘What are you talking about, son?”

"You must have gotten drunk again and bumped into my car when you went to put your car in the garage." Kurt wasn’t a futile young man attached to material goods, but he was full of his father's drunkenness.

It was this life since her mother left years ago. Kurt was careful that his sister wouldn’t be harmed in all this situation, so he did his best to be a good influence on the 16-year-old sister who had always been a good girl. Now the boy was preparing to pursue a military career, he thought he would make it and would join next year.

Kurt pulled the car out of the garage and stopped for a minute to look home ahead. He could see the little girl running down the ever-cheerful stairs. And he remembered the night she was killed the victim of a brutal killer who was never caught. It was the worst moment of his life when he found her body in the woods, so he remembered Remi, the girl in his class, he didn't know why but Remi reminded him of Taylor, perhaps by the gentleness and the soft look.

The school was busy because it was game day and early on the cheerleaders were getting ready. Kurt had even risked playing for a while, but he didn't want to go, preferring to keep his fitness running, which he did almost daily. Then he saw her entering the school with her brother. She looked toward him and nodded, Kurt grinning at her as he disappeared along with the crowd of students.

When she got to the gym for the game Kurt saw her in the distance sitting with Patty and dared to sit beside them.

“Hello! Can I sit with you.”

The two nodded and prepared for the start of the game. Allie was in the crowd by the field. Kurt and she dated for a while, but they had few things in common and the relationship was getting cold, they still met sometimes but lately he felt less and less like seeing her. He looked at the girl beside him and returned her smile. She was truly beautiful and her bright green eyes seemed to mesmerize him.

Natasha joined them in the stands and was very excited to see Edgar in a great move, she didn’t contain and shouted to the friend who managed to score the touchdown giving the team victory. He was the best person she had ever met and she was very grateful to have him beside her. She had never thought of him as anything but friendship, but sometimes she felt her heart speed up depending on the way he looked at her. The way he welcomed her with his problems was different. Last night he let her sleep in his bed and even warned his grandmother. Her heart filled with his actions.

She didn't hold back and waited for him to leave the locker room after changing and greeted him with a hug. He didn't care because she had always been hugging her friends, but something seemed different and Edgar couldn't decipher what it was. Natasha saw him look sideways and followed her gaze. Sarah The girl was leaving the locker room with another player and she saw Edgar sadden.

“Let's get out of here.” Natasha said through gritted teeth and felt very angry at her friend. How can Sarah do this in front of him?

As they left school she had been approached.

“Natasha, I came for you.” Ricky had addressed her as if he owned it.

"I'm not going anywhere with you. Go away!” The girl tried not to change the tone of voice, because she didn’t want to get anyone's attention.

"I will only if you come with me."

"She already said she won't go with you!" Edgar couldn't hold back and intervened.

“And who will stop me? You, you brat? When will you get out of her foot and realize it's me she wants and you'll always be just the little friend?” Ricky scorned their friendship. Edgar lunged at him and the boy shoved him, knocking him to the floor.

"Go away, man, you're not welcome here!" Roman arrived and decided that he should take sides in the situation.

“Now you have many defenders, Natasha! Increased your little group of friends?”

“I won't talk again. If you don't leave I'll hit you.” Roman was already pushing the edge of irritation.

“She has a lot of friends, yes. Get out of here!” Edgar got up and went to the other boy's side.

"I'm leaving, but it won't be like this. They will not always be around.” Ricky got on his motorcycle and sped off.

Natasha felt so much hatred and humiliation, because she hated drawing attention. She went to her friends who were already there, Edgar, Kurt, Patty, the rookie girl, Remi and her brother, and they all went home without much comment.