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oopscupcake · 7 years

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Meant to be - Montgomery de la Cruz

A/N: Before anything, I want to leave clear I’m not a fan of Montgomery’s behaviour in the show, but I really like the actor who plays him and I wanted to give it a shot writing about him. So in this AU Montgomery has already realised he’s been a dick and has changed for the better; then, this fluff takes place :)

As always enjoy!!

“Monty, you need to relax. Everything’s gonna be totally fine.”

“Oh, believe me, I can sense it’s not. What if I embarrass myself? Or say something inappropriate? I’d only worsen the bad reputation I already have.”

You couldn't do nothing else but watch the way his shoulders sank down after his words, regret taking over his countenance.

Even though you tried to look for the softest way to answer, you also knew you had to be honest, otherwise you wouldn't help him.

“Okay, the image you worked yourself over these years wasn’t the best one, true, but you can’t cling to that, you need to move on.”

He hung his head low, watching the nervous interaction between his fingers. It had been a long time since he last felt okay with the jerkish manners he used to have. Although it took him a while, he eventually realised he needed to change.

It wasn’t until then that he understood the happiness he had been looking for in his tough and cruel behaviour had always been in being kind and respectful to others.

Using a low, if not barely audible voice, he asked “You know I’m in the process of changing that, right?”

With that question he intended to erase once and for all, the insecurities that in occasions crossed his mind. He feared you continued thinking that old Montgomery still existed. He dreaded the idea of you not trusting his will of amending all of his past mistakes. But, most of all, he despised the idea that you didn't believe in him.

“Of course baby, you should be very proud of yourself”

You walked towards his standing figure in front of the views his window offered, wrapping your arms around his chest and placing a soothing kiss on the crook of his neck.

“You don’t have anything to fear, my mom’s gonna love you, and, despite what others may think, you’re a good person, don’t you dare to forget that, you hear me?”

He tilted his head in your direction and gave you a wide grin that reached his eyes, before placing a chaste kiss on the tip of your nose.

“You really think that?”

“Baby, I’ve thought that all along”

He turned completely to face you, placing one hand at the small of your back and the other cupping your cheek. Staring at your orbs he understood why he wanted to change for the better so much: the cruelty he had been filled of until then would only have ruined the kindness and innocence you possessed. He didn’t want that, he intended to give you as much as you gave him.

“I love you”

***

“Are you still nervous?”

“No, I’m fine”

“Baby, your hands are sweating”

“I just hope I don’t embarrass myself, just that”

You chuckled, looking for your keys in your back pocket. The smile erased from your face when you didn’t touch the cold metal. “Ugh, I think I left my keys at your place” “Why is it that I don’t find it any surprising?” He laughed when you rejected the peck he was about to leave on your lips. “Let’s just knock” he suggested.

“Who’s there?” Your mother asked from the other side “Us” “I like the way that sounds” she mumbled to herself, before unlocking the barrier that separated you.

“Mom, this is Montgomery. Monty, this is my mother”

“Monty? Is he your boyfriend Monty?”

“Yeah”

“Like, your boobear?”

“Boobear?” he interrupted, giving you an amused look. You could feel the burn coming from your embarrassed face.

“Mom! You were the only one who knew I called him that way!”

“Oh… sorry”

Monty looked at you with loving eyes, action your mother didn’t ignore. The fact that you called him that when talking to you mother made him want to run to the highest point on Earth and shout out loud to the world how much he loved you. Such a simple fact made him genuinely happy.

“Hey, it’s cute, like, really cute”

He broke the hold of your hands, just to cross one arm around you waist and place a peck on your temple, whispering “my cute boobear”

“Hello Mrs. Carter, I’m Montgomery de la Cruz. Nice to meet you, ma’am”

“Call me Diana. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, it’s nice to finally meet you”

Your mother opened her arms to receive him with a warm hug. You knew Monty loved hugs, and were sure that would, if not erase, calm his nerves.

You bit your lip to not giggle when she looked at you in between the hug and made a sign of approval.

“What are we still doing here? Come on in!”

***

The afternoon was being lovely. Your mother and boyfriend turned out to get on really well. The conversation between both went smoothly and there weren’t any uncomfortable silences nor awkward sentences to break the ice.

After getting to know each other properly, your mother started talking about you. If there was anything you feared, that was her speaking about “her beautiful baby girl”, because that meant having to share your childhood pictures and, what was even worse, anecdotes.

“Look at you in this picture babe, you’re the cutest” Monty couldn’t get his eyes off your ten year-old self dressed up as Jessie from Toy Story at Zach’s eleventh birthday party. You glanced at it and shrugged as the corner of your lips lifted slightly, remembering the story behind that picture which actually involved him.

What you didn’t expect was your mother bringing your thoughts out loud.

“Did you know when she saw you were dressed as Buzz Lightyear she told me “See mommy, we’re meant to be” she’s had the biggest crush on you since elementary school, haven’t you sweetie?”

“Mom! that’s enough, stop it please, you’re embarrassing me!”

Monty laughed along with your mother. Seeing you still got embarrassed even though you were already dating just potentiated the soft image he had of you, and weakened his willpower to restrain himself from bathing you with kisses constantly.

Monty had never been reluctant to public displays of affection, he didn’t go too far either. He liked to show he cared about you and didn’t wish anything but to make you happy, so that didn’t stop him from getting up from the sofa he shared with your mother to the armchair where you observed their interaction, and kiss you on the cheek.

“You guys make a beautiful couple, honestly. Monty, you’re a really nice guy. I feel like you both complement each other so well” Your mother said giving you both the sweetest smile.

“Yes Diana, we do“

Your joy was her joy.

***

“Thanks for the lovely evening Diana, you’ve been really nice to me, hope to see you soon”

“Of course Monty, there are lots anecdotes I haven't told you yet” She whispered this last part.

“And I’m looking forward to you telling me all of them” They snickered conspiratorially.

He walked towards you and held you by the small of your back “Mom, I’ll guide him to the door”

“Okay, see you soon, darling!”

Outside the warmth of your house it was already dark, the only illumination being the dim light of the lampposts. You hadn’t realised how much time you had spent with your mother until then.

“So... did you have fun?”

“Your mother is so cool, I had the time of my life looking through your pictures” He didn’t wait any longer to kiss you slowly yet intensely in the mouth. “You went from adorable, to adorable and hot”

“Shut up!” you giggled, throwing your arms around his neck. “Let me remind you how you persistently claimed you were going to embarrass yourself, and how it didn’t turn out like that”

“My poor boobear! Nevermind, to me you just got even more lovely, seriously”

You brought him by the hem of his shirt and whispered into his ear

“I love you... boobear”

“I love you too. By the way, the eleven year-old you was right from the start, we were meant to be together”

MASTERLIST.

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not-yourfuckingprincess · 7 years

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New fan pic with this babes, Ross the first one, obviously, but that is not the most important thing

#BRANDON YAAAAAAAAS #FINALLY #I WAITED SO LONG #now my baby ross #who looks beautiful as always #ross butler #babe #husband #cute #actor #13 reasons why #Zach dempsey #Jeff atkins #Tyler down #Montgomery de la Cruz #brandon larracuente #devin Druid #Timothy granaderos

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buildingmylife1-blog · 7 years

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#13 reasons why #hannah baker #clay jensen #love #cute #miles heizer #brandon flynn #justin foley #jeff atkins #brandon larracuente #alisha boe #alex standall #netflix #follow #followme #fanfic #zach dempsey #ross butler #montgomery de la cruz

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skiller0dani · 4 years

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For You | Monty De La Cruz

M A S T E R L I S T Timothy Granaderos Masterlist

smut requested requests info missed Part 1? read it here

important notice: 13 reasons why covers some really heavy stuff and their material can be extremely triggering. seeing as my writing is supposed to be for fun only I won’t be including many of the topics seen in the show. in fact, unless I say otherwise most of all my writings for this show will take place before Hannah Bakers suicide. if you or a loved one ever needs to seek professional help please call the National Suicide Prevention Hotline.

YAY. I changed the computer browser theme. took me fucking ages to get it all set up so those of you that are using a computer I hope you enjoy the knew layout! xx

...I will forever be angry for how badly the writers of that show treated Monty...

Catch up! Read Part 1 here!

Your eyes fluttered open upon hearing the sound of a car door closing next to you. It took you a second to remember where you were, and seeing Monty to your left only confused you further. You blinked the sleep out of your eye, “bout time sleeping beauty.” Monty teased as he pulled onto your street. You blushed as you shifted in your seat, a sharp pain shooting between your legs. Oh yeah. “Sore?” He sounds guilty, which catches you by surprise along with the concerned look in his eyes. You muster a smile and try not to grimace too much as you sit up. “A little.” You admit as Monty’s hand turns the wheel as he pulls into your driveway. Your palms are sweating a bit as you reach down to take off your seat belt. You reach for the door and when you stand, you collapse back against the car when your legs tremble underneath you. Monty is out of the car in a second.

“Parents home?” Before you know what’s happening Monty has swept you in his arms once again, beginning to head for your front door.

“No.” You say simply, reaching down to unlock the front door as Monty gently kicks it open. You hold onto his shirt as he traverses up the stairs, “you gonna be alright for school tomorrow? I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He sounds genuine, and the admission from Monty has your head spinning. You direct him to your room, which you weren’t expecting him to see today. Embarrassment swells in your chest when the door opens, your bed unmade and clothes scattered along the floor. “Yeah I’ll just get a hot water bottle tonight.” You tell him as he gently lowers you to the bed. Monty’s eyes take a moment to scan over your room and even though you had him balls deep in your pussy not even an hour ago, you still feel incredibly embarrassed.

“Who’s this?” He asks, his finger landing on a photo of your Mom. Your chest squeezes shut at the sight of her, you blink away oncoming tears before he can notice.

“My Mom, she died last year.” Monty hums, his eyes lingering on her before moving to the next thing on your desk. You’re appreciative he didn’t make a big deal about your Mom and start awkwardly apologizing. With a cocky smile Monty lifts a white paint marker from your desk, the marker you used to write on your bra. You raise your own eyebrow in response, challenging his cockiness with your own. “You know, feel free to make any more custom bras just for me.” Monty teases, turning with a wink before you can even respond. Your pulse is hammering in your chest when Monty’s fingers trail over the handle of your desk drawer.

“Hiding a giant 2 headed dildo in here?” There’s a teasing smile on his face and even though your cheeks are cherry red you maintain eye contact with a fierce look on your face.

Monty yanks open the drawer to reveal your small purple vibrator. “Cute.” He comments, hitting the button and listening to the device buzz in his hand. Your blush is so deep a pulse has started to beat in your cheeks. Seeing your flushed cheeks and mussed hair has Monty fighting another hard on as he turns to face you again. Kneeling at the end of your bed Monty grasps your ankles and yanks you towards him. Your hands land on his shoulders with a gasp, “m-my Dad could be home soon.” You breathe through a shaky voice as you feel Monty’s hand ghosting up your thigh. A half cocked smile plays at Monty’s face, “guess I better make you cum quick then. I wonder if this could help?” There’s a feigned look of innocence on his face as he pulls the vibrator out. You smile as you press forward to lock your lips with his, “hurry up then lover boy.” You mumble against his lips as his fingers reach for the button of your shorts.

Monty bites gently at the skin of your inner thighs, leaving little love bites scattered across your skin after he yanks your shorts off. You lean back on your elbows, biting your lip when Monty drags your panties down with his teeth. “You’re hot.” You blurt out as he kisses up your thighs and a smile is pressed against your legs. “I’m glad you think so. You’re hot.” Monty says with an amused chuckle. Why on Earth are you so cute?

Your head falls back when you feel his tongue lick a long line through your folds. “Fuck Monty,” You hiss as his lips wrap around your clit, sucking it into his mouth. Monty feels pride swell in his chest as your cries and moans of pleasure echo through the room. He’s the one making you feel like this. That thought alone is intoxicating to him. Monty clicks the vibrator on and slides it inside you as he continues to lick and suck at your clit. Your hips arch off the bed as you release a strangled cry of euphoria. Monty’s free hand plants firmly on your stomach, holding your wriggling hips to the bed as you grind against his face. “Please don’t stop Monty.” You plead, your voice a needy whine as his teeth nip at your clit. Hearing you beg and plead for him has his cock hard as steel. Monty thrusts the vibrator quickly as he continues to suck at your clit and soon you feel that coil burst and you cum all over his face.

“Fuck.” You’re breathless as Monty pulls away from you, returning the now wet vibrator back to the drawer in your desk. “I should go, but I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” Monty says and you nod weakly as he presses a long kiss to your sweaty forehead. “Wait,” you mumble, reaching for the flannel shirt he’s got on. You begin to tug at it and Monty rolls his eyes with a smile as he shrugs it off and tosses it to you. His heart grows 5 sizes bigger when he sees you throw your jacket off and replace it with his shirt, pulling it around you. You’re so tiny in it.

It’s only 10 minutes later that your Dad gets home with your little sister. The rest of the evening is ordinary and boring. Just as it usually is. You keep Monty’s flannel on, it smells just like him. It’s surprisingly comfortable, you never want to take it off. In fact you love it so much that you sleep in it and then decide to wear it the next day. You tie the front of the shirt making it a crop top as you squeeze on a pair of skinny jeans. Your navel is revealed by the way you tied it, and your belly button piercing is on full display. Hearing 3 honks you look out your window to see Zach parked out front. Seeing as he lives down the street from you it made the most sense for him to take you to and from school.

“Nice shirt. Isn’t that Monty’s?” Zach asks with a playful look on his face as he raises a brow. You flip him off as you adjust Monty’s red flannel so it loosely falls from your shoulders. Zach would be lying if he said he wasn’t concerned of whatever is happening with you and Monty. Monty isn’t known to have long relationships, he’s certainly investing more time into you then anyone else he’d been with in the past. “So do you know what you’re doing with Monty?” Zach asks as he begins to drive towards the school. You roll your eyes, “yeah I’m screwing him.” You say simply as you roll on some red lipstick, your eye makeup simple. Your breasts fill the shirt perfectly with the way you tied it in the front, Monty won’t be able to keep his eyes or hands off you.

Monty: My clothes definitely look better on you.

You bite your lip to try and hide your smile as you enter the school and simultaneously receive a text from Monty. You look up and see him standing with the rest of the baseball boys, his eyes burning right through you. You giggle to yourself when you see his hand curled tightly around the strap of his backpack. His eyes rake down your body, but they stop right at your breasts so perfectly presented for him in his shirt. “Damn Monty can I get a piece of that ass after you’re finished with her?” The same damn baseball player from yesterday says and Monty nostrils flare as frustration bubbles in his chest. “You touch her and I’ll break your fucking hand.” His voice is calm but the tone is tense. The guy freezes, swallowing thickly as Monty pushes from the wall to head in your direction.

Feeling a hand slide into your ass pocket you smile to yourself knowing who it is without having to look. “Montgomery.” You feel his chest press to your back as he presses a kiss to your neck. He pulls away to lean against the locker, his eyes fixed on the guy from earlier. You see the tension in his shoulders when you finally look up at Monty. “What’s up with you?” You ask, watching the predatory glare in his eyes that he shoots at any guy that walks past you. “Monty stop you’re freaking people out.” You laugh nervously, watching as his arms cross. Monty’s jaw clenches and he stands up straighter, “remember how I said I’ll beat any guy that comes at you? I think I’m about to.” He says, and you turn to see the ‘meathead’ from yesterday approaching you and Monty. “Oh hey Paul.” You greet politely, subtly reaching over to grab Monty’s hand. Paul doesn’t give Monty a second glance as he turns to you, “hey Y/N, I just wanted to ask you something because seeing as you and Monty aren’t dating you’re free to do whatever you want with whomever you want.” He snaps, his eyes boring into Monty’s.

A taunting smile spreads across Monty’s face as he stands straighter, and you can feel the tension building between the two men. “I wanted to know if you were free tonight.” Paul asked, but you figured at this point he was asking only to piss Monty off. It's working. You open your mouth to politely decline when Paul’s hands cup your cheeks and before you know it your lips are pressed firmly to his. In an instant Paul is ripped off you and thrown to the ground, “Don’t fucking touch her.” Monty spits, his fists curling as he puts himself between you and Paul. Your mouth is agape as you press your back to the lockers watching as Paul pulls himself to his feet. “She doesn’t belong to you Montgomery.” He snaps and Monty laughs sarcastically.

“Baby who do you belong to?” Monty asks, his eyes firmly on Paul. You swallow a thick lump down your throat as you stay stood closest to Monty, “y-you Monty.” You stammer and you mean that, really you do. It’s just that this entire situation is freaking you out. Are Paul and Monty about to get in a fist fight, over you? Monty’s face is hard as he eyes Paul, who rolls his eyes with a bark of a sarcastic laugh. “Sounds like she really has a choice.” Paul snaps, and by now there is a crowd gathered around the two men. Monty licks his lips, his fists curling tighter as he releases a breath. Soon Monty swings his fist into Paul’s cheek, sending Paul to the floor. “Fuck you! She has a choice.” He snaps and when Paul straightens up and smashes his fist into Monty’s left cheek you’re scrambling between them.

“Monty stop, please.” You plead, your hands on his stomach as you try to push him away from Paul. “It doesn’t matter what he says, I’m yours.” You promise before you press a kiss to his jaw. The simple action seems to release some tension from his shoulders. Monty throws an arm over your shoulders while flipping Paul off. When the two of you turn away from him you feel a harsh slap on your ass and just like that Monty is pushing away from you. “That’s it-” Monty’s voice is tight as he turns and throws a punch into Paul’s stomach. You gasp when Paul shoves Monty into the lockers, causing his right cheek to split open. “Stop!” You cry out, and before you can get in between them you see Zach push between Monty and Paul.

He harshly pushes both Monty and Paul away from each other. “Monty you need to calm down, Paul you’re a fucking dick. Now knock it off you’re freaking Y/N out.” Zach snaps and Monty’s eyes lock with yours, guilt flashing in his eyes when he sees you trembling. Monty shoves through the crowd and you’re following closely behind him. “Monty.” You say weakly but he doesn’t say anything as he shoves the doors of the school open. “Please,” You beg, voice swelling with tears. When he hears the emotion in your voice Monty stops immediately, turning to pull you against his chest. You hear his heart hammering against his chest.

“He hurt you.” You say weakly, tears falling down your cheeks as you see the trickle of blood dripping down his left cheek. “He fucking slapped your damn ass-” Monty seethes, his eyes fixed on the school but your tiny hands on his chest stops him from going back inside. “He did that to piss you off.” You say, wiping at your cheeks as you grab Monty’s hand to pull him towards his car. You push him to sit down in the driver seat, you standing between his legs with the door open. You reach for a rag in his backseat before dabbing at the blood trailing down his cheek. “Sorry.” Monty mumbles, the tension finally easing from his shoulders when he realizes you could be in there with Paul. But you followed him outside. You chose Monty. You shake your head with a smile as you lean forward to gently press your lips against his for a sweet kiss.

“Paul’s right though, we’re not dating so I can do whatever I want.” You start, biting back your teasing smile when you see a tense expression cross onto his face. “But I won’t. I just want you.” You finish and Monty releases a breath, a small smile on his face. He leans back as you continue to clean his cut, “poor girl.” He says and you frown deeply. “Don’t say that.” You argue as you finish cleaning his cut. You and Monty sit in silence for a second before he’s reaching into his pocket, “get in.” He orders and the tone in his voice has your knees weak. You immediately move to slide into the passenger seat, buckling your seat belt with shaky hands. “W-what are we doing?” You ask as Monty takes off away from the school. His hands curl around the steering wheel tightly and his jaw is clenched shut, “I need to fuck you. Right now.” Monty snaps, sending heat to simmer in your lower belly.

Monty slams the car in park when you arrive at what you assume is his house. Before you can even exit the car Monty’s mouth is on yours, hot and wet and so desperate. His hand tangles in your hair as his tongue slides across your bottom lip, and you moan against his mouth. His hands grasp at your hips to drag you across the middle console to settle in his lap. His lips move desperately against yours, the wet sounds of your lips sliding together sending arousal straight to your core. “Monty,” You mumble against his lips, your fingers pulling at the short hairs at the base of his neck. Monty’s hands begin to move your hips against his, grinding you down on his hardening cock.

“Be mine.” Monty says sharply, his lips trailing down to your neck. Goosebumps spread all over your skin as soon as the words leave his lips, “like, I’d be your girlfriend?” You mumble, your fingernails digging into Monty’s shoulder as he sucks at a sweet spot under your ear. “Mhm,” Monty merely hums in response, groaning as you grind down against his cock harder. He can feel the heat from between your perfect, inviting thighs and it’s driving him crazy. “I can’t handle shit like that, especially when I know you’re not mine so you can go fuck Paul whenever the hell you want.” Monty snaps, pushing your legs around his waist as he hauls you out of the car.

“Don’t want Paul, want you. I doubt his cock is even half as big as yours is. Fuckin fills me up so perfectly Monty,” You moan against his skin, beginning to suckle on his neck as he kicks his front door open. “So be mine baby, then you’ll get my cock whenever you want.” Monty says breathlessly as he navigates his house with you in his arms. You laugh, “don’t I already?” You tease, pressing your lips to his once more. Monty presses you against the wall, pulling his lips away from yours as he intently looks at you. “Answer.” He says, his eyes searching yours and deep down he’s afraid you’ll say no. You cup his cheeks and press one short kiss to his lips, “the answer is yes dummy.” You tease and a relieved smile overtakes his face before he’s winding his arms tightly around your waist.

Eventually Monty kicks open his bedroom door, his lips pressed against yours. God he’ll never get used to having you pressed against him like this. Monty carefully drops you onto his grey bed sheets, his hands pressed on the bed on either side of your head. His lips move with yours as his hands move down to remove those tight little jeans of yours. He groans when he sees your bare thighs and wet little pussy covered by your pink silk panties. You slide your hands up his stomach and he swiftly yanks his shirt over his head. “Am I seriously dating you? You’re like a living sex God.” You muse aloud, causing a cocky smile to spread across your now boyfriends face. Monty pulls your shirt- or his shirt- up and over your head and he groans once he sees your bare breasts.

“No bra today?” He asks, quirking his eyebrow up. You smile sheepishly, moaning softly when you feel his hands grasp your breasts in his large hands.

“Was kinda hoping this would happen.” You mumble as Monty leans forward to take a nipple in his mouth. He gently bites down at your nipple causing your back to arch and for you to cry out his name. What on Earth did you do to deserve someone as perfect as Montgomery De La Cruz? “Fuck, I really like you Monty.” You breathe, combing your fingers through his hair. Monty releases your nipple with a pop, his fingers still pinching at the other. “I would hope so, you’re my girlfriend now after all.” He begins to kiss down and around your navel, your breathing and heartbeat ragged as he approaches where you need him the absolute most. “Did you ask me only so I wouldn’t fuck anyone else? I really do care about you Monty.” You say genuinely and Monty stops what he’s doing to look up at you.

“Baby I wouldn’t care so much about you fucking other guys if I didn’t have fucking feelings for you. I care about you,” He says with a smile, before biting down on your hip causing you to whine while bucking your hips towards his face. “Do you promise?” You moan, feeling Monty press a kiss to your lips through the fabric of your panties. Monty rolls his eyes with a smile as he hooks his thumbs into your panties, “I fucking promise. Believe me yet?” He asks as he pushes 2 fingers inside you, causing you to cry out in pleasure. You nod frantically as Monty tongues your clit, his fingers pumping into you quickly. You feel that familiar coil winding quickly as you clutch the bed sheets so hard you’re afraid you’ll rip them. You feel yourself teetering on the edge and just as you’re about to cum Monty pulls away. You groan in frustration.

“Patience babe.” Monty smiles, reaching for the buckle of his belt. You lean up on your elbows to watch Monty finish undressing and you nearly cum just from his body alone, “I have the sexiest boyfriend in existence.” You say in amazement, causing Monty to laugh. Monty reaches over into his nightstand to pull out a condom wrapper, “that has to be the 3rd time in the last 10 minutes you’ve referred to me as your boyfriend.” Monty chuckles and you shrug, subconsciously spreading your thighs wider for him when he steps between them. “I’m excited. And happy.” You say with a smile, causing Monty to blush slightly. How cute. Monty leans down over you once he’s rolled the condom on, “me too.” He whispers against your lips before sliding into you with one languid thrust.

You’re not sure you’ll ever get used to the stretch it takes to accommodate Monty’s delicious cock. Not that you’re complaining, he hits deep inside you. Once Monty has slid all the way inside you, he groans as he just sits there and basks in the feeling. “Fuck, my girlfriend has the best, tightest pussy in existence.” Monty moans, using your words from earlier. You smile as you wind your arms around his back, your heart pounding against his chest. “Fuck baby, I need to pound you. Need to forget everything Paul did to you.” Monty grits through clenched teeth and you hold him tighter with a quick nod.

Monty pulls his hips back before driving them hard against yours over and over again, slamming his cock into you. Monty leans up, his hands grasping your hips as he fucks into you, “fuck baby that feels so good.” You cry out, your left hand reaching out to hold Monty’s. Your breasts bounce with each smack against your hips, and Monty keeps hitting that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. Monty holds your hips so tightly you know there will be bruises he’ll probably feel bad about later. Sweat trickles down the side of his face as he slams into you over, smacking your ass hard when he remembers how Paul slapped your ass. Your fists curl around the sheets as you cry out loudly, nearly sobbing in pleasure. Monty reaches down to thumb your clit which sends you headfirst into your orgasm.

You expect Monty to stop or at least slow down when you cum. He doesn’t.

He continues to slam into you at an ungodly pace, the frustration being released with each smack of his hips against yours. With each thrust Monty was pulling you back against him, making the impact of his cock hitting your sweet spot that much more intense. Your body shakes with overstimulation as you approach your second orgasm, almost screaming as Monty slams into you. As you cum for the second time on his cock Monty turns you so that you’re laying on your side. “M-Monty fuck!” You cry out, your face pressing into the sheets as you’re rocked against the bed. “One more time baby, cum around my cock one more time.” Monty nearly begs, almost as though he needs you to cum again. Tears of raw pleasure spring in your eyes and cascade down your cheeks as the pleasure is almost too much, “God Monty please make me cum again, please baby-” You begin to plead but you’re cut off when Monty reaches down to pinch your clit and as soon as he does you’re exploding all over his cock and sheets.

The both of you stay there connecting and panting for a few minutes before Monty slides out of you and collapses onto the bed next to you after discarding the condom. Monty props his arm under his head as you crawl up the bed to nuzzle your head into his chest. Monty’s arm curls around you to pull you against him tighter, “you okay? I wasn’t too rough was I?” Monty asks, worry in his voice as he looks you over. You smile as you press a kiss to his chest, “I’m in heaven Monty.” You sigh and he relaxes again, holding you to him tighter. You lean up to grab his phone from his jeans before you’re relaxing into his arms again. You open the camera and snap a photo of you laying naked on Monty’s naked chest making sure you’re breasts are concealed by smashing them against Monty. “What’re you doing?” Monty asks, his voice thick with drowsiness. You simply press a kiss to his peck as you open Paul’s contact in Monty’s phone.

Monty: hey Paul it’s Y/N. just wanted to say I just had the best sex I’ve ever had. oh and I saw your dick in the locker room & yours isn’t even half the size Monty's is. ;)

You attach the photo before pressing send and Monty laughs lightly. “That’s my girl.”

#13 reasons why #monty de la cruz #monty de la cruz smut #monty deserved better #13 reasons why smut #Smut #timothy granaderos #timothy granaderos smut

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scottfuckingreed · 4 years

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So wrong, It’s right - Montgomery De La Cruz

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Warnings!: smutty and cute (exactly how I imagine Monty actually)

Can you admire something you’re a little afraid of? Is that possible or does that just contradict the entire point? Being the twin sister of Scott Reed means you’re in the jock group a lot. I’m around people like Bryce Walker and Montgomery De La Cruz all the time. I’m afraid of the power boys - men - like that have. And yet, I’m totally struck by them. Doodling around my notepad, I fade back into the classroom scene. Mrs Bradley goes on about how we need to be there for each other, and how to tell if our ‘friends’ are actually not okay even if they say they are. It’s pointless really, because it’s clear no one cares. It’s unfortunate. “Are you taking notes?” A whisper falls into my ear. I turn around to see an ‘innocent’ smile form on Monty’s face. “Why would I be taking notes?” I whisper back with a slight laugh. I’m not sure if some of these boys think playing dumb is cute, or they’re actually just stupid; probably both. “You just look like you’re taking notes,” he shrugs defensively and turns back to his area. I continue squiggling on my page until I feel a breath on my neck. My hairs stand instantly in an unknown way, sending shivers down my spine and a strange feeling in my stomach. “So what are you doing?” He whispers again. Rolling my eyes, I turn to him once again. “I’m decorating my page.” “You’re decorating your- what? Thats fucking stupid.” Sometimes I don’t get Monty’s responses. I know Monty is like that all the time. Rude? But why? The other’s are like it too. I just don’t know who’s genuinely a prick most of the time.

I wander over to Zach, who’s sat with Alex and he’s sat with Clay and those people. I don’t actually have a massive problem with Clay. I think he’s sweet. “Hey!” I smile when I get there. The response from Clay is a slight frown. Jess’ is a VERY small smile. Barely noticeable. “What do you want?” Clay mutters just loud enough for me to hear. “Clay-“ Jess laughs awkwardly. All I can do is smile. I get it. “Okay, I deserve that I guess.” I may have been involved in some ‘teasing’ back in the day when it comes to Clay. But that’s in the past. “I was just seeing if you were coming, Zach?” I shuffle my books that lay in my arms. “Nah I don’t think so, but you can join us if you want,” I love Zach. He’s a bit of an idiot a lot of the time, but his heart’s in the right place. Clay snaps his head very quickly at those words. “I don’t think I’m wanted here, but thanks anyway. I’ll see you guys around.” Walking away, I see Monty waiting for me. “Zachy staying with the pussies?” I roll my eyes and hit him on the arm. “Shut up, that’s not cute.” He chuckles and we walk to lunch.

We meet up with Scott, Charlie, Bryce and Marcus. “Where’s Zach?” Is the first thing Bryce, or anyone, says as we approach. “He’s with Clay and the other dipshits,” Monty laughs and sounds all cool and stuff. All I can do is roll my eyes. What do guys like Monty get from being nasty a lot of the time? “I think Y/N’s been flirting with me,” he adds, throwing his arm around my shoulder and pulling me in close. I imagine he thinks I like being this close to him. I grab his finger and drop his arm away. “Your ego is fucking massive,” I grunt with a smile. I take my water bottle out of my bag. “Almost as big as my dick,” I almost spit my water back out. Bad timing to take a drink. I get a poke on my shoulder, and that’s what does it for Scott. “Please don’t flirt with my sister in front of me!” He pushes Monty playfully on the shoulders. When I see Monty’s eyebrows raise, I know there’s something going on in his head. And his brain like never works. “Oh okay, I’ll just flirt with her when you’re not around then!” And a play fight erupts between all of them. “Alright kids!” Bryce pushes his foot against Monty, which makes both boys tumble to the ground. I swear the boys at the school are children.

Most of the guy’s had last period free - so they’d already gone home - leaving me to get home on my own. I finally leave the hell hole and bump into Monty. “Montgomery!” I smile, nudging my elbow into him. “Y/N, what do you want?” He chuckles. It sounds awkward or nervous, but that’s not Monty. Like, at all. “I was thinking... you could give me a lift home?” I smile innocently. He begins to walk, which his steps are bigger than mine, so I slightly jog to catch up. “Why would I do that?” His eyes scan me up and down. “Because you love me?” I stick my bottom lip out. The smile on his face only grows. He pretty much shakes his head until we reach his beautiful Jeep. I’m actually in love with his car. He doesnt reply. Instead he just stared at me with that grin. “Because I’m really fun to be around?” I ask again. Same response; he shakes his head. “Because I’m annoying and it’ll shut me up?” He raises his eyebrows. “Okay,” he says simply. All I can do is smile when I get into his car. “You’re so chirpy,” he laughs and starts the engine. “I know you love me,” once again, he shakes his head. “You wish.”

“Do you like what you see?” He smirks at me. I roll my eyes in a rush. “I’m not even looking at you,” I smile and turn my head out the window. I’ve actually watched every tap his fingers did against the steering wheel. I’d seen him nod along to whatever shit was on the radio. Not staring, but in the corner of my eye. Which I think is possibly worse. “I know you are, but it’s okay,” my eyes look back towards him. “I’m gonna have to tell Scotty that his little sister’s checking his best friend out,” I shake my head with a laugh. “We’re literally twins,” is all I can argue.

Monty turns in to the driveway to my house. “Thanks for that, Cruz-y,” he smiles very slightly at my words. Like, VERY slightly. “I guess it’s okay, but you definitely owe me,” I smile back at him and nod. “Of course, you can’t do anything to just ‘be nice’ can you?” I joke, chuckling as I open the door and hop out of his car. “Wait, Y/N,” he shouts out the open window. I watch as the boy gets out his car with something in his hand. “You almost left your phone,” he drops it in my hand. I tap it on his shoulder, and I automatically feel guilty for some reason. I haven’t done anything wrong, or anything I wouldn’t usually do. But I feel guilty. “Did you just, do something nice? For me?!” I drop my jaw with a gleaming smile. “I’m just a nice person,” he shrugs. “Well, I appreciate it,” I feel like I stand waiting for something that’s never gonna happen. I gazed towards the boy for what seems like ages. There was nothing to wait for. It was just awkward blank air. To break the silence, I turn and walk into my house. I’m not sure what else I was meant to do. I run up the stairs, excited to be home, and get out of my ‘nice’ clothes. Sweats and a bralette. It’s time to relax.

I set myself up. Pencils, my sketch pad, and myself laid on my stomach on my bed. Music on. Sometimes I draw from a picture, sometimes from my head, but most of the time it’s just doodles. Today it’s from my head. Just head with eyes and a face and everything. And time flies when you’re invested in something. “Wow,” is all I hear. I jump too much, shooting my head upwards and seeing Montgomery looking over at my book. “Holy shit!” My hand immediately goes over my pounding chest. That was not okay! “You could’ve knocked!” I shout, sitting myself up. “I did, you were just concentrating,” he shrugs and starts looking around my room. He picks up an ornament. I stand up, walking over to him and taking it off of him. It’s only when I get up that I remember what I’m wearing. I feel exposed. His eyes look my body up and down. And suddenly he’s in a rush. “Anyway, I just came to scare you,” and he leaves. Strange.

- A few days later -

A tight black dress. It fits like a glove around my hips, hugging my thighs nicely. This is an outfit that makes me feel like a bad bitch. “I know you’ve worn that dress just to piss me off,” Scott shakes his head as we drive to Bryce’s. Another stupid house party. Although I hate them, I find myself going to every one; enjoying myself too. “I don’t do it to piss you off Scott,” I laugh. He raises his eyebrows immediately. “I know exactly who you dress like that for,” which makes me heat up. Luckily my foundation hides the redness in my cheeks. I don’t even glance his way. I can’t. “Why is everything always about Monty?” It stresses me out that everything is about that boy. “Can’t I just dress up for myself?” I add, rather snappily. Here we are. Bryce pretty much has a car park in front of his fucking house. He might as well have ‘I’m a rich prick’ tattooed on his forehead. “You can, Y/N,” and he gets out the car. You can hear everything from inside the car, let alone walking towards the party itself. Pretty sure I felt the vibrations from the street over. “But did I mention Monty?” Our eyes lock. I swear he said his name? Shit.

Shit music, a load of half naked girls, and too many Varsity jackets? We must be at a Bryce Walker party. I don’t know half of these people here. But I do know Zach! I can’t rush over to him at the drinks table fast enough. “Hey!” I smile. “Y/N, dragged along again?” He asked, handing me a cup. The burning stench of whatever-the-fuck shoots through my nose with just one small sniff. “Jesus Christ, what’s in this?” An adorable smile spreads across his face. He’s so pure I swear. “It’s actually a shorter list if you ask what’s not in it,” he shrugs. I raise my eyebrows, wondering if the boy is smart enough to flirt with me. I leave it at silence, bringing the cup up to my lips. “Everything,” I look back his way. He leans himself down and gets close to my ear. The warmth of his breath does nothing to my body. “I put everything in it. Enjoy!” Is what he finishes with before walking away dancing.

I find myself dancing with everybody and nobody. The fun thing about a party is you don’t need to know anybody. Especially if there’s a lot of people, and you’re drunk. And since there’s everything in my cup, it’s safe to say that I’m a little gone after half of it. “Ah!” I shout and point, seeing a familiar boy across the room. “Where have you been?!” I shout ask. I think I ran over to him. Whatever I did, it happened very quickly. “Around,” he shrugs. And I giggle. What was funny, you ask? Absolutely nothing. But I’m tipsy and a little horny. “Are you drunk?” He laughs, taking my cup and sniffing it. His eyebrows raise, before he even takes a sip, let alone after. “It’s a Zachy special-” “Where’s your brother?” I hardly finish my sentence before he starts shouting his words over the loud music. “I don’t know,” my slightly drunken state is offended by his question. Maybe I’m just annoyed at myself, maybe it’s the fact that everything is about my brother, but it’s more than likely the fact that I wanna be flirted with. And he’s definitely not flirting with me. Rolling my eyes, I just turn and walk as far away as I can before stumbling and embarrassing myself completely. Completely into the arms of Montgomery De La Cruz. “Careful,” the slight giggle shocks me. It was..? Cute..? “Maybe you should sit down for a while,” I realise that I’m still in his arms, which is definitely the last place I should be, so I stand up ‘straight’. As straight and as still as I can be anyway. “It’s okay, I wanna dance!” Smiling massively towards him, I’m shocked when he actually reciprocates the happy look. He never smiles back at me. It must be pity. “You can dance sat down, I’ll come with you.”

I didn’t think I’d be spending a part of my night looking at the stars with Monty, but here we are. Well I’m sat on a sun bed, and he’s stood. The fresh air does a mix of sending the alcohol to my head, and sobering me up a little. Which makes no sense; I know. I’m just drunk. “Fuck, did I drop my drink?” Confusion hits me like a brick. So much so that I start patting my hips at the pockets I don’t have. Which also makes no fucking sense. “I took it off you- why would the cup be in your pocket?” He laughs, taking a seat on the concrete next to my lounger. “That’s cute,” as soon as the words fall out, my hand covers my mouth. “Shit, I won’t hear the end of that. Will I?” His lips press together, shaking his head slowly. “At least you’be admitted you find me cute,” I don’t even have the effort to argue. So I lay myself down.

Before I open my eyes, my head starts pounding. Unfortunately I remember quite a bit, if not all of last night. It’s effort to wake up. So I lay on my back. In a 3, 2, 1, I open my eyes to a ceiling. I might still be drunk, or my eyes aren’t working properly, but that ceiling doesn’t look like mine. “You’re awake!” A voice startles me. There stand Montgomery De La Cruz with water and a pill of some kind. “Fuck, this doesn’t look-” “I slept on the sofa,” and my heart, unfortunately, skips a beat. I lay a glance over to the chair. It’s small. “It’s comfier than it looks,” he shrugs, edging the items towards me. I don’t even know what to say. It’s... sweet? “This could literally be anything,” I squint my eyes at the drug with as much enthusiasm as I can in this state. “Don’t you trust me?” I press my lips together and screw my face up. “I do, unfortunately,” I shrug, and take the painkiller. “Good, lets get some food,” he nods his head towards the door. In my state? No. But I couldn’t turn down his offer.

“I’m curious Monty,” we walk where we can see the beach. Not on the sand, but the path very close. I’m not sure if he’s following me, or I’m following him. “Go on,” he smile, putting a chip in his mouth. Seaside chips are the best. To be honest, everything tastes better at the beach. “How did I end up in your bed?” I smile at my question. My cheeks blush slightly at the question. I must be broken. “Well you just passed out really, so I thought it was the right thing to do,” he shrugs in a very cute way? “Where’d Scott go?” As flattered as I am, Scott should’ve been there. I’m his twin sister. “He got with some slut-” I raise my eyebrows. “Sorry, he got with a blonde girl in a red skirt.” He shivers. A chuckle exits my mouth. “What’s that about?” A smile goes across his face, looking down. I’ve noticed every move he’s made since this ‘morning’. “Red’s such a slutty colour,” he says slowly. Is he weary of my reaction? “Tell me about it!” Only a moment of silence goes by. “Well, thank you,” His eyes lock with mine. “I respect that you didn’t try it on with me, because I definitely would’ve just let it happen,” without debate. Without thinking, he speaks. “I wouldn’t want it to happen like that,” my heart skips a beat. I see the instant regret in his face, but I can’t help but feel warmed by those words. Even so, he doesn’t correct himself.

I spend the rest of my day pacing my bedroom floor. Seeing as I woke up like midday, it’s not actually too long. It felt like it. An hour felt like 3. A knock goes on my door. Although I’m not doing anything, I felt suspicious. So I rush onto my bed and start reading a page of the book closest to me. ‘Twilight’. A classic. “Come in!” I shout. I expected it to be my mum, but it’s Scott. Guilt. Why? I don’t know. I didn’t do anything wrong. Even so, there’s still a feeling of guilt in my body. And it’s heavy. “You never knock,” I laugh nervously. “I wanted to apologise for leaving you at the party. That was a shitty brother move,” he shrugs. As much as I appreciate it, it feels weird. Does he know? I let a moment of silence go by before answering. “It’s fine, at least nothing happened,” looking back at my home screen, I hope that Scott leaves. Of course he doesn’t. He hasn’t asked the vital question. “So... where’d you crash?” Now... I could lie. I feel like I could lie easily too. Only if it’s not a trick question. What if Monty’s already told Scott? Then it’ll look like I’m covering something up. Am I? Nah. “Monty took me to his, but I swear nothing happened,” I almost rush out. Scott’s facial expression doesn’t really change, other than look slightly relieved. “Don’t worry, I trust you,” there’s a pause. “So did you, like, share a bed?” Which makes me smile massively. Only my brother would ask such an awkward question. “He actually gave me his bed, and I think he slept on a chair.” Scott looks surprised. “That chair in his bedroom?” He asks. I nod slowly. “Hmm,” and he leaves.

I spend the rest of my day rewatching Teen Wolf. Let’s not lie, it’s one of the best shows out there! So here I am, crying at how beautiful Stiles is, and my phone starts to ring. Heart: drops. It’s only Monty. For some reason I’m nervous to talk to him. So I hesitate answering the phone. Just do it Y/N! “Hey,” I clear my throat lightly. For context, Monty never calls me. Why would he? We’ve texted on and off about stupid shit. Like ‘is Scott with you’ and ‘can I copy your work’. That’s it. “Y/N, how are you?” His voice echos softly through my ear. “I’m alright, what’s up?” My hair twiddles around my forefinger. “What are you doing right now?” Other than crying at a stupid Netflix show? Other than getting nervous about you calling me? “Nothing, I think Scott’s-” “I didn’t call you to ask where Scott is,” he chuckles *cutely*. His tone made it sound like that was a strange thing to say. Like I said, he’s never really called me before. Not to actually speak to me. “So, what’s up?” I ask again. My body doesn’t seem to know what to do. I go from sitting down, to laying on my back, to my front, to pacing the floor. All over the place. “I was- uh- wondering if you could sneak out?” He whispers mischievously. Eyebrows: raised. I gasp through the phone with a smile. Tutting at him, I lose the capability to speak for a second. I clear my throat again. “Monty-” “Just for a walk.”

Walking to meet Monty was insane. I don’t even know my intentions, let alone his. But somehow it makes sense. The sky is dark, the air blows cold. My joggers keep my legs cosy. My arms, however, were unprepared. I’m not cold though. I’m nervous. The uncertainty of this whole thing is driving me insane. The craziness is eating at me. And yet I don’t know if I wanna face Monty. But I am. He’s ahead of me. My stomach just can’t keep still. Even with him standing right in front of me. Whatever happens, will happen. “I thought you were gonna stand me up, Y/N,” his smile screams nerves, which made me more nervous. A guy like Monty should never be nervous. “I was hesitant to come,” he nods slowly. “But I’m here.”

The chat was just about stupid shit, funny times, and thick with ‘beating around the bush’. I should be paying attention to where we were going. The absolutely insane thing is I trust Monty. I probably always have done. Through the teasing, and the being Scott’s twin sister, I’ve always felt somewhat comfortable. He’d even given me just hoodie to wear. I’m not sure if it’s something to read into, or it’s simply a kind gesture. “Monty... why did we just walk around for like 30 minutes just to get back to my house?” I can’t hold it back anymore. I need to know why I’m here. “Why am I walking the streets with you half 10 at night?” He avoids my eye contact. I realise that he doesn’t plan on answering me right now. I stop in my place, grabbing his hand. His skin soft and warm. I wish he wasn’t so damn hard to read. “Maybe I just wanted to hang out with you?” Shaking my head, I smile at the ground before locking eyes with him again. This time his eyes stay on mine. Neither of us move. “I’m confused,” a smile spreads across his face. “I’ve been confused for a while,” my eyebrows lift in curiosity. A while? Is he confused about the same shit I am? “Explain it to me.” And he just starts walking away from me.

“Monty!” I slightly jog up to him. It’s wrong of me, but I just wanted everything out on the line. I wanted it written in black and white. “It’s hard to explain the fact that I’m pretty much in love with my best friend’s sister,” my heart drops, yet it’s full at the same time. Jaw; dropped. “I- what?” My hands cover my gradually growing smile. His face stays neutral. This whole thing is just insane. “I’m sorry, but I am obsessed with everything you stand for,” and that does it. I know there is an unwritten rule about your brother’s best friend. This makes me entirely shitty. It’s nothing I ever imagined. The silence on my end makes Monty start to walk away. “You know what!” Once again I grab Monty. “Fuck it,” this time reaching for the back of his neck and pulling him close. Our lips magnetise together. Ive never felt such passion and respect from a person. The unbelievable feeling of his fingers crawling to my waist was something I realise I’ve been missing. It’s just one long kiss, and yet it’s so much more than that. Unknowing, I have been waiting for this moment for a little too long. He pulls my body as close to his as possible. I should be considering the fact that Scott could just look out his window. A thought should’ve crossed my mind that this is one of the shittiest things either of us could do. My conscience shouldn’t be clean. Right now, this is all I can think about.

I feel like I should feel guiltier than I do. I was more nervous of Scott catching me than my parents. Scott and I have always been close. We’re twins. We will always be that. But Monty and Scott? What just happened between me and Monty was risky for that. Yet I lay on my bed staring at my ceiling; I’m smiling like a fool. The clock reads 23:39. Just sleep Y/N. I just kissed Montgomery De La Cruz. A simple, but so perfect, kiss. I can’t wrap my head around it, let alone the fact that he said he’s ‘pretty much’ in love with me. Like shit. Is he gonna regret telling me that in the morning? I hope not.

- The Next Morning -

Nerves and a centimetre of guilt pumps through my veins, waking me up at exactly 06:12. I usually wake up at 07:00, so I might as well shower. I know I shouldn’t dress up just because Monty pronounced his love for me. You know I’m going to though. A touch of mascara and tinted lip balm will be subtle enough.

“You’ve gotta stop looking like that,” Scott shakes his head at me as I jog down the stairs and into the dining room. “Scott! You look beautiful sweetheart,” my mum kisses me on the cheek and hands me a plate of pancakes. I can’t even think about eating right now. “She does it just to flirt with Monty,” a metal spoon hits my back. He scoffs. “I do not!” Usually that would be true, but today it’s not. My high waisted shorts sit perfectly on my hips, and my fitted crop top hugs my breasts. I look down at my outfit. I honestly don’t even thinks it’s that bad. “It’s not my fault Monty flirts with me,” I tease Scott. Is that even a joke though? “Fuck, you wish!” “Right!” My mum shouts. Definitely at the swearing. “Just get to school!”

There’s silence in the car. Not even the radio plays a sound. This is where the guilt starts to sink in. “We’re picking Monty up, could you move to the back when we get to his?” Scott asks, cracking the first ‘smile’ towards me today. “Oh I see how it is,” I grunt jokingly, and he actually smiles. I can’t imagine what it would be like if me and Monty carried on. If anything it shows that yesterday was a mistake and can’t happen. Too much would be risked. We don’t live far from Monty, so in seconds we were outside. It hadn’t even sunk in that I have to see him today. Fuck. Slipping out the car, we lock eyes. “Good morning, Reed,” he huskily whispers. His smile captivates me, but I just have to ignore it. Just like I’m ignoring the fact that when I slid past him to get to the back seats, our bodies scraped together: I thought, stupidly enough, sitting behind Scott would mean there would be no eye contact between Monty and I. Boy was I wrong. In the corner of his eye. In the rear view mirror. It would stop if I stopped looking at him... right now that seems impossible.

“Hey Y/N,” Jess smiles at me as I walk past her locker. Strange? But I stop and turn. “Hey, how are you?” I ask, watching her grab her books. “I’m all good. I just wanted to apologise for Clay the other day. He’s just a bit-” “I deserved it, don’t even worry about it.” She presses her top and bottom lips together tightly. “Thank you though,” I open my arms to hug her, which she surprisingly accepts, until I get a tap on the shoulder. Jess releases me. When I turn and see Monty, my heart goes from zero to a hundred real fast. Imagine a boy having such a grip on you. “Monty,” my voice comes out shaky. “Jessica,” Monty nods at her, and he grunts. “I’ll see you later,” she screws her face up at him and walks away. “She’s such a bitch,” he rolls his eyes. THIS is what I don’t like about Monty. I just wish that list was longer than the stuff I do like about him. “Anyway, can we go talk somewhere?”

Panic thoughts rush through my head as I walk out the school with Monty. What if someone starts gossiping about the fact that we’ve left the school to talk? That’s so fucking stupid. Why would people do that? I’m a little nervous. I’m actually a LOT nervous. Breathe Y/N. I take a seat on the wall behind me. “I wanted to know how you’re feeling?” He simply says. I smile down to myself. “You make this so hard, why can’t you just be an asshole to me?” I let out in a whispered chuckle. “Is that what you want?” He brushes the back of his hand against my arm. “What do you want from this?” My question just makes him raise his eyebrows, as if the answer’s obvious. Does he want a fuck-buddy? Does he want a relationship? Is he just trying to fuck with my emotions? I mean, that last one’s completed with flying colours. “You’re gonna hate me for saying this Y/N, but I honestly just want you.” If anyone else said such a thing, I’d tell them to get a grip. This is Monty. Bad boy image with devilishly good looks. The boy you love to hate, and hate to love. He’s not meant to actually swoon for a girl. Is that what’s happening? Holy shit. “I don’t know if that can happen, what about Scott?” He smiles to himself. His body places itself next to me. “This has nothing to do with Scott,” he shrugs. I wish that was true. “All Scott does is warn me to stay away from you. You’re his best friend,” hand goes to my knee. My naked knee. Please move your hand a little higher; no. “I know, but he’d get over it,” I make a ‘would he really’ face at him. It’s hard to believe that. My eyes gaze away from him for a second. I look at the sky and the trees and that school building. Monty’s eyes are the last place I should look. Except my eyes drift back to his in a second. Stomach; drops. He slowly begins to move his head towards mine. I want to stop him. I want to consider the fact that anyone could see us right now. Including Scott. In all honesty, his lips aren’t moving towards mine fast enough. “Montgomery,” my whispered words stop his in his place. My forehead fall onto his. “I’d risk it, for you.”

School is always a drag, but when you’re waiting for it to end it goes 10x slower. Once again, the rest of our people had last period free. This leaves Monty and I the only ones left. I should be avoiding the boy at all costs. But my hearts flutters when I see him waiting at the school doors for me. I can’t even find words. “Hey,” Monty gives me a contained smile, as if he was holding back. I’m already blushing. “Montgomery,” I say simply. He starts moving, so my body automatically follows his lead. I honestly can’t help it. Can you blame me? Have you met the guy?! “Do you wanna walk with me?” Walk with him? Fuck yeah. But we all know what happened on that last walk of ours. For some reason that only makes me want to walk with him even more. I can’t control myself... he must have a voodoo doll or something.

As usual, our chats flow too naturally. I guess we’ve always spoken, but I never realised how well we got on until recently. Have I been hiding these feelings? It wasn’t intentional. But I should be containing my feelings now. I should cut Monty off before we hurt Scott. I wish I could. “How do you feel?” He asks again. Fuck, I wish he’d leave it alone. “That’s a loaded question Monty.” He stops in his place. A thought bubble appears above his head. It’s only for a few seconds. Then he softly takes hold of my forearm, and leads me into an alleyway. This is it. This is where he kills me. Both of his hands go to my wrists, lifting them and pushing me against the wall. This is single handedly the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. His eyes just stare back into mine. We’re so used to just staring at each other at this point. “How do you feel?” He asks again. I feel like I want his body on top of mine if we’re honest. A smug look captivates his face. Can he hear my thoughts? I gulp loudly. I think I’m about to have a heart attack. “Y/N,” he whispers deeply. “Can you just kiss me already?!”

He’s seems almost struck by my words. As if, although he wanted to hear them, he wasn’t expecting me to actually say them. His eyes scan my body intricately, up and down. I could watch him look at me all day. “Monty... did you hear what I said?” I ask. The corners of his mouth turn up before he makes a move. Finally. His lips on mine once again. I’ve been aching for this moment for at least 16 hours since the last, and first, time. Only this time it’s not just a long, still kiss. Within seconds his tongue asks for access into my mouth. The angel on my shoulder makes me hesitate. This is wrong. But it’s so fucking right. The devil, and my entire body, screams yes. His mouth; warm. The massaging sensation of his tongue sends flutters in every place possible. His hands squeeze my wrists tighter before realising them. They move to balance on the wall. Mine go to the bottom of his tee and... I realise we’re outside. In public. Where everyone and anyone can see us. I break away from his spell for a second. It’s somewhat comforting to see him breathing just as heavy as me. My right hand goes to his chest. “Fuck...” I whisper. I lean my head on the front of his shoulder. In the most adorable way, he places a soft kiss on the top of my head. He can definitely do that more often. “Do you wanna come back to mine?” He asks. What a stupid fucking question.

Luckily we were only seconds away from Monty’s place. I felt giggly the whole 3-5 minutes. It’s like I was in a trance. I heard Monty say that he dad was at work, and honestly it’s all I needed to hear. I could think about guilt, l right now, or anything other than the fact that I’ve never needed or wanted something so much in my life. So he unlocks the door. Before we can even get in the building, I turn Monty towards me and jump. My legs wrap around his waist tightly as I latch my lips onto his. This time there was nothing stopping us. Slam goes the door behind us. The wetness between my legs only grows as Monty’s hands cup my ass cheeks. Squeezing slightly, I let a small, breathy moan enter his mouth. He grunts. “Fuck, Y/N,” he mutters between our lips. It’s almost like he stepped foot on the gas. I’m not sure how, but Monty walks us up the stairs whilst we make out, all the way up to his bedroom. Maybe I should be wondering how he’s so good at this. I couldn’t care less.

My back bounces onto the bed. Our lips stay apart for only a second before his body is above mine. Hands smooth up and down from my hips to my waist. His fingers crawl to the buttons of my shorts. He stops. “Is this okay?” He asks. This is the moment. I know, just by that statement alone, that Monty is worth it. It confirms it all for me. My hands cover my mouth in awe. “I fucking love that,” I pretty much squeal. “Monty,” I speak, holding his head between my hands. “This is more than okay, I need you.” His lips attach back onto mine, and he starts undoing my shorts. I wiggle and lift my body to make it go faster, but they just don’t come off fast enough. All I keep imagining is that this is a dream. This is too crazy to be actually happening.

Just as Monty’s lips go to my neck, I hear a buzz. Is that my alarm? No. So this must be real. It is, however, Monty’s phone ringing. Monty pulls himself off of me. I reach over, pick up his phone, and see ‘Scotty’ written across the top. 1. Cute. 2. Fuck. “Imma just ignore it,” he smirks, rubbing his body back against mine. I don’t know what comes over me, but I find the strength and confidence to flip us over. I smile massively at what I’ve just accomplished. Here I am, straddling Montgomery De La Cruz. Does it get any better? His eyes look shocked. “That’s so fucking hot,” he lifts his head to lock our lips. “Shut up,” I whisper against his lips. I slide my tongue between his lips and... a phone rings. “Fuck,” I grunt frustratedly. ‘Scott’ comes across my phone this time. “Fuck, I’m gonna have to answer it,” I speak in a panic. “It’s fine just ignore him,” he reaches to grab my phone. My hand moves slowly away, making his eyes roll. “He could put 2 and 2 together and make 4,” I say simply. Shit. Act natural. “Hey Scott,” the key is to not overthink this. I won’t think about the fact that I’m in a thong straddling him best friend. Or that Monty’s fingers are tracing pattens on my ass cheeks. “Hey, have you seen Monty?” Of course. What other question would he ask? ‘I have actually. He’s currently between my legs. I could pass you on?’ But no. “No I haven’t, what’s up?” I hear a sigh through the phone. Okay Scott, just hang up now. “Bryce is looking for him. Where are you?” I put a bit of pressure on Monty’s chest with my hand, as I sign to stop, but he does not. Instead he squeezes my buttcheeks ever so slightly. This sends a rush of pleasure through my body, and a HEAVY breath out my mouth. “It sounds dodgy your end Y/N,” he laughs. I can hear the nerves in his voice. I know he’s thinking the worst, and it’s actually a reality right now. “I’m just working out.” In my head I can see Scott shake his head at my response. You’d think, as a jock, he’d understand the grind of working out and keeping fit. But no, Scott is naturally built like an athlete. “Well, enjoy that shit I guess?” His voice is uncertain. “If you do see Monty, tell him to come to the house! Bye,” before I can respond, he hangs up. I think I did it.

I let out a deep breath of relief. “Scott said that if I see you I should tell you to go to our house,” Monty pretends to throw me off him, but instead he flips us back over. “You can go if you’d like,” I mutter, slowly sticking out my bottom lip. I’m lying. My legs tighten around his body. His eyes widen. “I think I’m gonna stay with you,” he smiles, planting his lips back onto mine. He continues to kiss down my neck, just like he was before we were interrupted. “Montgomery,” I’m not sure if I regret stopping him. Theres just one thing I need more than this foreplay right now. Eyes: locked together. Fuck. He makes me nervous. I feel like it’s my first time all over again. “Can you just, like, fuck me now?” I giggle. I hardly finished my sentence before he pulls himself off me to go into a drawer. A condom. To get comfy, I move myself to his pillows. To think, a couple of days ago I woke up in this room panicking because I thought I slept with Monty. Now I’m about to.

He rummages the condom on in seconds. I’ll worry about the fact that he’s clearly very experienced later. “Is this good?” He asks. I could make a silly joke about how ‘he hasn’t started yet’. But I know exactly what he means. And it’s so fucking cute. My hands reach for the back of his head, pulling his lips onto mine for just a peck. “This is perfect.” Eyes are locked together, he leans down and rubs his nose on mine. The palpating going through my body is concerning. And somehow, just when he starts entering, it feels real. This only probably ever crossed my mind once. I steady my breathing as he pushes himself further inside me. Not a virgin, but definitely not a slut. In my opinion anyway. He notices me trying to get comfortable and plants his lips on mine for one long kiss. Humming vibrates from his lips onto mine. I want this moment to last forever.

Breath. Monty stays still for just a second, and pulls his lips away from mine. His right hand sweeps a strand of my hair out of my face. I reach my right hand up to his face, caressing his cheek and smoothing my thumb against his bottom lip. “You are,” pause, “so beautiful,” he says boldly. It wasn’t whispered. It wasn’t a question. I could hear he meant it. Montgomery De La Cruz thinks I’m beautiful. Without warning, he starts to pull out. My mouth gapes more and more. You know that point where you’re on a rollercoaster and you’re waiting for the drop... that was the anticipation for Monty to start thrusting. I’m a mess underneath him. When he does start, I feel myself coming apart at the seams already. His lips go back to mine, my arms stretch around his neck to pull him closer. Our tongues dance around. This was a ‘finally’ moment. The steadiness of the thrusts was perfection. It wasn’t rough, but it was nowhere near slow. And gentle. Everything about this boy was gentle. I don’t know if anyone has ever seen this soft Monty. I want this Monty all to myself. And right now, he’s mine. I wanted, and I needed, him as close as I could. My legs probably couldn’t wrap around his waist any tighter.

My entire being wanted to hold on for as long as I could, but this boy has some serious tricks. I feel like I’m quite stubborn so I could hold off. Monty’s right hand smooths down my hip, down my thigh, and hooks under my knee. As he lifted my leg slight higher, I knew I couldn’t hold on. “Fuck,” I pretty much squeal into his mouth as he reaches my g-spot. My abdomen bursts with excitement. My eyes glance at him biting his bottom lip very discreetly. His lips move from my lips to the side of my neck. I close my eyes for a second to just soak this moment in. I never thought I needed to feel this close to Monty. The pace increases by 2x at least, and a long lost knot begins to form in my stomach. It’s as if my body can sense the boy’s need to release. I think we’ve both been waiting for this moment for a little longer than we think we have. “Please tell me your close,” his husky voice tingles my neck. “Oh my god!” I moan loudly as my climax... finally. Connected. We continue to ride out each other’s highs. Wow.

My head lays against Monty’s chest. I know this can’t last forever. At some point I have to go home. When my heart stops racing, I sit up. “Do you regret it?” Is the first thing Monty asks. I smile to myself slightly. I shake my head slowly. “I kinda wish I did,” I shrug and turn my body towards him and cross my legs. “What do we do now?” I ask with a nervous giggle. He just stares at me. I’ve never been looked at like that before. “Scott’s gonna have to get over it. You’re too beautiful to keep it a secret,” cheesy, but fucking cuuuute. “Shut up. You’ll start making me believe it in a minute,” I push his chest lightly. Monty takes my hand and pulls me close to him. “You’re beautiful Y/N.” It’s hard to make jokes when the most handsome person is staring you dead in the eyes. My cheeks heat too quickly. “So, I heard you kinda like your best friends sister... how’s that working out for you?” I whisper. He opens his mouth, smiling massively for a second. “I actually say that I’m in love with my best friend’s sister. You should get your facts right.” A grin bigger than my head itself forms. “Wow, sassy Monty’s got,” I tease. “I mean it, Y/N. I’m in love with you.” I open my mouth to respond, but no words seems to form. I gobsmacked. Most of the times when I say I’m speechless, I’ve still got shit to say. I don’t know what to say to that. “Fuck, Monty,” I whisper. I nudge my nose against his chin. “If it turns out it’s because I look a little like Scotty, I’m gonna be pissed,” I laugh. Once again, Monty flips us over and puts his body between my legs. He put his tongue between his lips, licking them very sexily I might add. “That’s just a bonus,” my mouth drops open before pulling Monty’s lips down onto mine once again.

#13 reasons why #13rw #montgomery de la cruz #13 reasons why montgomery #scott reed #13 reasons why scott #monty x reader #monty smut #smut #Montgomery de la Cruz x reader

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Pringles anon here😁. No banana story this time, but my sudden dumbassery.

Here's my story; me and my boyfriend re-watched 13 RW @/ his place and whenever Monty came in I always say:

"isn't that Montenegro de la Cruz?"

"Montgomery, monkey. I count your mistake pronouncing those two words."

"typo."

"remind me where you keep saying Montgomery on your recent history test. "History of Montgomery and Serbia. Glad the teacher is kind enough not to reduce your score that much."🤣

"who the hell came up with the words Montenegro and Montgomery?!"

He laughs his ass off coz of my constant dumbassery😅

I SOOOO CAN'T WITH MONTENEGRO!!! 💀🤣🤣🤣

(atleast that still count as Monty)

Anyway, it's just so funny cause I admit having to type the name "Montgomery" is like HARD! cause it's long and has so many letters, but I can't blame you having to get his name wrong, cause yeah I admit it's not something we hear everyday. And not easy to remember. ( ；∀；) I always find his name weird tbh. But good thing he reduced his name to Monty! LOL but thanks! now I have something I can shit Monty's name with in my fics if you don't mind me using the "Montenegro" 🤣 (damn i still can't)

*still goes on smiling like an idiot*

Thanks for sharing this and making me laugh! I've been feeling down these days! x

And kudos to your bf for counting your mistakes! lmaooo (◠‿・)—☆ aha you guys are rlly cute! Also, it's so nice that you both are re-watching that show, i guess the depressive parts makes it more bearable.

#answered #pringles!anon #💙#your stories always makes me smile.#montgomery de la cruz #anonymous

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Finding Peace In Another Part 24

A/N: This chapter contains SMUT. DO NOT read if you are under 18 or are uncomfortable with smut. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I apologize for the delay. I started my old job back and it has been really busy. Hoping to use Thursday and Friday to get ahead some. As always, feedback is appreciated and much love.

Saturday night, Bailey and I ventured out to school to go to the game. “Can I drive?”

“No. My car, I drive.”

“Ugh fine. Can I drive on the way home?”

“I’ll think about it.” Not freaking likely Bailey. He whistled as we pulled up to the school.

“I didn’t realize there actually were different buildings at American high schools. How do you know where you’re going?”

��Same way I did back home. Trial and error. And friends giving me directions or walking me to class. What did you think I meant the other day when I said they helped me out when I got here?”

“I don’t know.” We began walking to the football stadium. “Is it just me or is everyone staring at me?”

“Not you. Her.” Cyrus said, popping out of the crowd. “Name’s Cyrus.” He nodded to Bailey.

“Bailey.” He nodded in return, “why are they staring at her?”

“She’s dating Montgomery de la Cruz. People are going to stare.”

“I didn’t think he was ‘stare at his girlfriend’ bad. Becca, what did you leave out?”

“Nothing important. He just… tends to have issues dealing with his emotions is all.” I explained. Bailey stopped in his tracks and grabbed my hand, his expression hard and his eyes cold.

“Issues?”

“Not with me. I was serious the other day. He wouldn’t lay a hand on me.”

“Fucking better not.”

“If it makes you feel better, I don’t like the guy but I really don’t think he’s the type. To hurt women, I mean. He pretty well keeps his outbursts restricted to guys.” Cyrus added, quickly.

“Good.” Bailey said, putting an arm around me, out of habit. People did double takes but when I flicked him in the face gently, they lost interest.

We made it to the bleachers and found decent enough seats. The girls next to us, noticed the stranger in their midst and stared at him a moment, blushing, before turning back to each other and giggling about how cute he is. I know he’s cute. Before one girl could make a move, I cut her off. “He’s with me. He’s my best friend. He isn’t from here and he isn’t staying, trust me. It’s not worth the trouble.” The girls looked shocked and Cyrus burst out laughing. Bailey looked astonished that I would prevent him from whatever “moves” he could have made.

“Did you see that?” He asked Cyrus.

“Dude don’t worry about it. You dodged a bullet with those two.”

“Oh?”

“Blonde doesn’t understand the concept of a one-night stand and the brunette doesn’t understand ‘not my type’.”

Bailey shivered, “thanks Becky.”

“Bailey! What did I say about you calling me Becky?”

“I know, I know. But you love me so you can’t do anything about it.”

“I could call Jessica and tell her how much you miss her.” I challenged. He gulped and squeaked.

“I take it Jessica is not missed?” Cyrus asked. I bent over laughing.

“No. Psycho tried to pin a pregnancy on him a year after they broke up.”

“I didn’t do so good in science, but I do remember that you have to have sex with someone to get them pregnant and also pregnancy doesn’t last a year and a half.” Bailey said. I looked out at the crowd still gathering and waved at some of my other friends.

“Think you can use some of that dating an athlete privilege to make them move?” Cyrus asked me, leaning over Bailey.

“My what now?”

“Dating an athlete privilege. You’re dating Liberty High top end of the food chain. You get special privileges because of it.”

“And how do you know this exactly Cy?”

“I hear talk.”

“Right. Uh, I can try I guess?” I shrugged. Cyrus leaned back to watch the show and tapped Bailey to do the same. “Excuse me ladies, would you mind moving somewhere else?” I asked politely. They each raised a sculpted brow at me. Bailey coughed, but I could swear I heard a “firmer” in there. “Do you realize who I’m dating?” I raised a brow back at them. They sat for a second trying to place me, when they did, their eyes widened, and they immediately stood and stepped up to the next row. Cyrus laughed and slapped my knee; Bailey joined in shortly after.

“That was the greatest thing I’ve seen all week. Did you see their faces?”

“If I knew you could have had that kind of power at home, I would have pushed for you to date an athlete a long time ago.”

“We didn’t go to school events. You don’t go to school events.”

“I know but if you could have made people move, I might have.”

“Hey Becca, Cryus. Uh… Stranger.” We heard Alex say near us. We all turned to him.

“Hey. Did you want to sit?” I offered, scotching over some.

“Sure.” He said, sitting down. He turned his attention to Bailey. “Do I call you hat?”

“Depends, do I get to call you cardigan?” Seriously thought he was going to say cane.

“Alex.”

“Bailey. I’m in town visiting Becca.”

“Oh cool.”

“It was a surprise visit. I got home from school the other day and he was sitting on my doorstep.”

“Sneaky. Zach mentioned something about picking your friend’s brain.”

“He did. I told him all sorts of things about her. I’m told he’s my replacement, so I had to give him many details.”

His comments drew my attention. “What exactly did you tell him Bailey?”

“Stuff.” He smirked.

“What stuff?”

“I’ll let him fill you in after I leave.”

“Bastard.” I huffed.

“But I’m your bastard.” He said, pulling me into a close side hug.

“I suppose I’m stuck with you.” I sighed, overdramatically.

“That you are.” He laughed, kissing the side of my head. I felt Alex and Cyrus’ eyes glued to our exchange.

“Before you jump to conclusions, he’s just my friend. He’s almost a brother to me.”

“This is purely platonic. We’ve been best friends for years.”

Cyrus shrugged. “Okay, whatever works for you guys.”

“Does Monty know how close you are?”

“Yeah. We talked about it Thursday and again this morning. After they covered me in waffle batter and flour.”

“And you smothered him in Nutella.” Alex made a gagging motion to Cyrus.

“Not like that you perv. I swiped Nutella across his face.”

“Oh. Okay.” He nodded, obviously not really believing me. I shrugged.

Our discussion bounced from topic to topic after the game started. Truthfully, I wasn’t very interested in what was happening on the field. I was only there to be supportive to my friends and my boyfriend. It was a close game. So close in fact, that we only lost by a two-point conversion. I pulled out my phone for the first time all night right as the game ended and texted Monty, I’m sorry sweetheart. If you can wait until Tuesday night, the consolation sex will make up for it, I’m sure. I added an I love you but quickly deleted it before hitting send. It’s not the right time to say it nor is it something to say via text the first time.

Monty responded around twenty minutes later, I guess I can wait. Are you coming to Bryce’s tonight? Bailey is welcome to come. I realized then, that I hadn’t thought of my… incident… all day. “Hey Bailey, you feel like going to a party tonight?” I hope he says no….

“Will there be alcohol?”

“I assume so?”

“Then sure.” Fuck. I sighed discreetly before texting back, he’s down. I don’t know if we will stay long though.

That’s okay. See you in a bit, babygirl.

“Shall we?” I asked, as I stood up and grabbed hold of my bag.

“Yeah, sure. It was nice meeting you guys.”

“You too.” My friends replied.

We walked arm and arm back to my car. As I was grabbing my keys, Bailey spoke up, “can I drive now?”

“Is this still my car?”

“Yes?”

“Then no.” Bailey pouted at my response but got in the car anyway.

I zipped home and parked in the garage, figuring there was no point in parking at Bryce’s and then driving home from there. It would take more gas to turn on the car than to get home. I made a quick stop in the house for a lighter sweater and to drop off my purse. People were already milling around the front yard when we arrived. I stopped briefly at the front door, trying to rid my brain of thoughts of what happened the last time I walked through this door.

“Becca.” I heard Scott call from the living room. I shook my head slightly and waved at him. Monty was walking towards him, but when he saw me at the door, he redirected to walk in my direction.

“Hey beautiful.” He said, pulling me against his side. He shared a nod with Bailey.

“Hey handsome. What are you drinking?”

“I’m not entirely sure. Something mixed with some kind of vodka, I think. Zach made it.”

I furrowed my brow and reached for his cup, sniffing it. It didn’t smell too offensive. “Can I have a sip?”

“Sure.” He replied, handing me the cup. It wasn’t that bad. A little heavy on the vodka but not horrible. I smacked my lips together a few times, trying to place the flavours.

“I think it’s apple juice and peach schnapps.” I looked at Bailey and watched as he looked around the room.

“You realize this is like a six-million-dollar house back home, right?”

“Yeah. I think mine would be around four?”

Monty coughed. “Four million dollars?”

“Yeah. Our housing bubble never burst, so houses are super expensive. What would cost one or two hundred thousand here, would cost four to five there. It’s stupid.”

“Fuck. How do you afford to live there?”

“Renting. Even though that’s stupidly expensive too. Everything is more expensive in Canada.”

He shook his head and took my hand, leading us to the kitchen. “Pick your poison. You want a beer Bailey?”

“American beer? No thanks. I’ll just let Becca mix me something.”

“I was going to go with a vodka cranberry, do you want that? I know you don’t drink apple juice, so I won’t try to hunt down Zach.”

“Sure.”

After I mixed our drinks, the three of us went off in search of the rest of our friend group. I spotted Justin and Zach talking and called over to them. They waved for us to come and chat.

“Vodka, apple juice, and peach schnapps?” I asked Zach.

“How did you know?”

“She’s still got it.” Bailey laughed, high fiving me. The boys looked at us, confused.

“My friends used to mix me drinks and stuff and make me guess what was in them. I was right most of the time. Oh, and Justin, this is my best friend Bailey. Bailey, this is Justin.” They waved to each other.

“So, you used to be fun?” Scott asked.

“I’m still fun. Right Monty?”

“Yes. You are very fun.”

“Your boyfriend saying you are fun doesn’t count Rebecca.” Zach chided.

“Fine. I’m fun, right Justin?”

“Hey now. Don’t drag me into this.”

“She’s fun.” Bryce said, as he walked over to us. I shivered and blinked slowly. Just ignore him. The fact that it’s his house doesn’t matter. Pretend he isn’t here.

“Thank you, Bryce.” I said, shoving my arm towards him to prove my point.

“Any time Becca. Enjoying yourself Bailey?”

“Yeah. Nice house.” Oh man. Bailey doesn’t like him. Hopefully he can keep his mouth shut until we leave.

“Thanks?” His attention was grabbed by someone else, near the back door, so thankfully he walked away and left us alone. I turned to Monty and after making sure he was in good hands, we left Bailey with our friends.

“So, about this consolation sex…?” Monty started as we found a quieter spot in the house.

“What about it?”

“What would it entail exactly?”

“Depends on what you want it to entail. And that’s just something you’ll have to wait to find out about.” I smirked, slyly.

“Babe. It’s Saturday. Tuesday is like an eternity away.”

“Montgomery. It’s less than three days away. If it’s that big of an issue to wait, you’re a big boy, I’m sure you can use your imagination.” He blinked at me a few times. “What?”

“You just… you look so innocent. And then stuff like that comes out of your mouth and….”

“And what?”

“I don’t know what to do with it.”

“What will you do with me?” I asked, batting my lashes.

“I don’t know yet, but you keep that up, Bailey will be spending the night here Princess.” He grumbled, boxing me in against the wall.

“He might be a little pissed off about that.” I whispered. Monty shrugged his brow as though he didn’t care, and then placed a heavy kiss to my lips.

I stuck close to Monty for the rest of the night, too nervous to be left alone in the house, even if it was full of people. Bailey and I left around midnight after I cut him off. Justin was Zach’s designated driver, so he kindly helped me get Bailey home safely and tucked in bed.

The next few days went by quickly. Bailey and I spent much of our day Sunday trying to soak up as much time together as we could before he left on Tuesday morning. We shared a teary eyed see you later when he left. I promised to visit home soon, and he promised to call me as often as he could.

My friends tried to cheer me up as best they could at school but the only thing that I was looking forward to, was a quiet night alone with my boyfriend, having possibly wild consolation sex. I beat Monty to my place since I had taken to bringing my homework to Peer in order to avoid seeing Bryce every afternoon. There wasn’t much I could do in the mornings or if I was having lunch with Monty, but even a small reprieve from being around him was enough for me to get through the day.

When he arrived, I had already changed into one of his shirts, that was really more of a very short dress on me and taken my pants off. My underwear poked out slightly when I walked or reached for anything. As such, he was significantly more reluctant to help me reach anything I needed. I could feel his eyes on me as I pondered what to have for dinner, or even if I was hungry enough for an entire dinner. My appetite had reduced since my… the thing… happened.

“Do you want to just skip dinner?” I asked.

“What else did you have in mind, Becks?” I sauntered over to where he was sitting at the island and pulled myself up onto it. Perched on the edge of the countertop, I leaned in closer to him.

“I can think of a few things.” I whispered, seductively in his ear.

“Is that so?” He whispered back, rubbing my upper thigh. I nodded vigorously. He stood up and leaned closer still to me. Taking advantage of the closeness of his body to mine, I placed my fingers through his belt loops and pulled him to me, in a searing kiss. He growled low in his throat and in one swift motion, pulled me up and held me to his body. His shirt rode up as he held onto my butt with one arm and had the other around my waist. He pulled away from the kiss before setting me down on my feet. I looked up at him, doe eyed as he took advantage of our size difference and towered over me. I felt about ten times smaller than I was. I went to protest, but he picked me up bridal style and took off towards the stairs. Monty carried me all the wait to my room and unceremoniously dropped me in the middle of my bed.

I sat there with my knees parted slightly and watched him. I watched as he closed the door and pulled off his shirt over his head. I didn’t even bother trying to hide the fact that I was once again, mentally drooling at the sight of him shirtless. He caught me staring and smirked. My eyes widened more as he went for his belt. We were both shocked as a growl tore its way from my throat. Woah. “Did you want to do that babygirl?”

“Yes please.” I nodded, my voice sounding small. I sat up some more and went to remove my top.

“Leave it.” He said, sternly. I could feel my underwear begin to soak through at his tone. I nodded and lowered my arms. “Good girl.” I beamed, flashing him a wide smile. He chuckled and shook his head. I waited very patiently while he puttered around my room. This is some kind of test. Or at least, I thought I was waiting patiently. The quiet whimpering was an indication of the opposite. “Patience little one.”

I opened my mouth to speak but when he looked at me, I closed it. Finally, finally he sauntered over to my bed and climbed towards me. I slowly moved back until my back hit the headboard of my bed. I tried really hard, but I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped. He looks like a giant cat crawling towards me. Does that make me his prey? Monty stopped when he reached me, and once again, I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned forward and kissed his nose softly. He smiled and kissed mine back. I kissed him again. It was less intense than the one in the kitchen, but still had just as much passion behind it. I followed as he leaned back on his heels.

He had me right where he wanted me. He placed his hands at the bottom of the shirt and pulled up on it. We broke our kiss only to remove it. I took my chance while he was pulling off my shirt and reached for his belt. Surprisingly, he let me unbuckle and pull it off and undo his jeans before he stopped me. With my wrists in his hand, he was able to regain the ounce of control he had lost and push me back down onto the bed. I groaned and pretended to struggle as he readjusted my legs to a more comfortable position and straddled me. “Did I say you could do that, Princess?” he asked, his voice commanding yet condescending.

“No.” I squeaked, shaking my head for emphasis. I guess I must have looked slightly afraid to him because for a moment he relaxed and was back to my loveable Monty again.

“Are you okay with this?”

“Absolutely.” I stated, earnestly. That was all he needed to hear before he was back to his domineering role. I had to bite my lip to hold back my grin at how hot I found the situation.

“Stay. No moving.” He instructed. I fought the urge to acknowledge the instruction and watched him get off the bed and remove both his pants and boxers in one go. I whimpered wantonly and felt a muscle in my arm twitch. I think he assumed it was a muscle spasm because he let it slide.

Once again, he climbed on the bed and crawled towards me. This time he acknowledged my bare chest, having ignored it when He removed my top. Though it was a struggle, I managed to stay still as he rolled and pinched my nipples. I feel more naked than he is right now in just my underwear. I gasped when he pinched one particularly hard. He chuckled, darkly and did it again. I couldn’t help but cry out that time. Seeming to be satisfied, he moved his hands down my body, to my light pink panties. He wasted no time, removing them and immediately rubbing my clit with his thumb. I groaned loudly and squirmed. All stimulation stopped. “Still.” He waited a moment for me to relax again before he resumed his ministrations. I managed to stay still that time.

After he determined I had had enough stimulation, he had me sit up and gave me the go ahead to touch him. I jumped at the chance. My hands instantly found his cock and began stroking at varying speeds. I’ve never been much of a patient person. His grunts and moans only spurred me on more. It wasn’t long before he pushed me away. I looked at him wide eyed. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No. No no. You did everything right.” He assured me, his thumb rubbing my cheek. I smiled and hummed, leaning into his hand. After he made sure I was calm, he began maneuvering my body, so I was on my hands and knees. I arched my back as low as I could and leaned my weight on my elbows. He growled at my eagerness and willingness to be in this position before I felt his cock rub against my folds. I gasped and moved forward slightly. He pulled my hips back into position somewhat roughly and I purred. I could feel him trying not to laugh.

When he entered me, I had to hold back a scream. It felt so good, my brain had already began turning to mush. He groaned behind me, loudly. As he began thrusting harder and faster, he leaned forward to cup my throat and carefully guide me back into a kneeling position. Ignoring my instructions to stay still I leaned into him and brought my arms up and back to wrap around his neck. I felt myself getting closer to my orgasm and knew he could feel it. He reached down to precisely rub my clit and we both began to chase our orgasms. My vision went black for a few seconds and I was there. When I opened my eyes, Monty was lying me forward and back down on my elbows. He went to my bathroom and grabbed a washcloth, cleaning my lower half as I curled up. He made me sit up long enough to put my shirt back on and make room for him to get into his spot. I was out by the time he pulled me against his broad chest.

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yaradelacruz · 4 years

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I’m not sure what episode it is but it’s S2 and Monty, Bryce, Scotty, Chloe and Zach are walking to class together and Monty (being Monty) makes a joke about Alex being brain damaged and Zach and Chloe are talking about study sessions or whatever. It’s confusing but Monty looked cute so it’ll be nice to have. If not that one then maybe the scene from S3 where Monty is unpacking his locker or something.

Already did both, here and here, cause there’s no such thing as enough Montgomery de la Cruz on my blog. Thanks a lot for requesting!

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trustmemonty · 5 years

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19 What if...?

It was prom-night, and for once I was obsessing over hair, clothes and makeup. I had gone a little heavier on the makeup, and my hair was curled and pulled away form my face with a few bobby-pins. So far so good. I had bought a cute and classic blue dress for the occasion, but there was another dress that I could not stop thinking about. A couple of years ago my mum bought a purple dress, and I was so pretty. It was a bit more bold than the blue dress. It was shorter, tighter and showed some cleavage. I was debating in my head. The blue dress was definitely the safest and easiest choice, and it was a lot more "me". But then again, what about this whole situation is really "me"? 1. I'm going to prom, 2. I'm going to prom with a date, and 3. I'm going to prom with freakin Montgomery de la Cruz… The last 6 months of my life have been very much out of the ordinary. If I'm willing to take such a big risk with Monty, then I might as well take a small risk with my wardrobe. Maybe it's time to see that I actually have stared a new chapter in my life, and that the me that I was is no longer the me that I am…

The doorbell rang and I knew it must be Monty coming to pick me up. He had suggested renting a limo, but I thought that was a bit over the top, so he was just going to drive. I grabbed my purse and went out to see him. I entered the hallway, and there he was, looking breathtakingly handsome in his classic black tux. "Wow", he said when he saw me come in, looking me up and down in my purple dress. "You look amazing", he grinned. "Thanks", I blushed. My mum was already standing with the camera in her hands, ready to make memories. We made some silly poses for her, but she wasn't pleased that she didn't get a serious and normal picture of us. I didn't care. It's not like I'm ever going to forget this moment anyway. We said bye to mum and dad, and went out the door. He grabbed my hand as we walked over to the car. "You really do look amazing", he repeated. "So do you", I smiled back. He stopped in front of the car and pulled me closer to him, wrapping his hands around my waist. "I'm really happy you wanted to go with me", he said. I wrapped my arms around his neck and reached up, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. As my lips parted from his he pulled me right back in for a hug. First the left side, then the right side. He was acting very strange. "What's going on?", I asked, rather concerned. "Nothing. I'm just making sure you mum get the pictures she wanted", he said, chuckling. I turned to see my mother in the window, grinning, with the camera in one hand and giving Monty a thumbs up with the other hand. "Idiots", I mumbled, and got in the car. Monty laughed and waved at my mum before he got in the car too.

We were sitting in the car, and my mind was all over the place. I loved the thing we had going. The last week we had acted as if we were a couple and I had let my guard down a bit. I was in love with him, no doubt, and it had been everything I hoped it would be. At the same time I was scared to let him in all the way. For years I had hated him and been terrified of him. I've watched him ruin people. He had changed, but there was still a tiny doubt in my mind. What if he goes back to his previous ways? What if it's me that gets ruined next time? What if…? But what if not? What if he stays this way, but get tired of chasing me? What if I ruined everything, just because I couldn’t give him a chance? What if he changes back to the way he was, because he got tired of chasing me when I couldn’t let him in and it would all be my fault? He has done so much to be the man he thinks I deserve, while I still haven't let go of the past. I know he's not going chase me forever. I have to make a choice, and I have to do it now. Either I let him down easy and hope for the best, even thought I will loose him completely, or I have to actually start this new chapter I had been thinking about earlier and take this chance with him. If I let him down I will loose him for sure, and it would break me. If I give him a chance, there's still a chance that I might loose him and get broken, so why not give it a chance? What if it works out and I get to be his girl? I feel like I owe him at least a chance, and maybe I owe I to myself too? Maybe it's time to stop playing it safe, and realize that change could be a good thing? Don't I deserve to just be in love? I had made my decision, and I had made it just in time as we pulled into the parking lot at school. Tonight will be a test run. I'm going to just go with the flow and be in love. Whatever happens I will not over-analyze it, and I will go with my instincts. For tonight I'm just a girl going to prom with the guy she's in love with. Tonight I'll be Monty's girl.

We walked inside holding hands, and met up with Jenna and Adam at the entrance. They had arrived minutes before we did. "You came! And you look fantastic!", Jenna squealed and threw herself into my arms. Monty and Adam did some kind of complicated handshake in the background. It's a baseball-thing, I guess. "So you two are dating?", I heard Adam ask Monty. I could tell that Monty didn't really know what to answer. "Yes, we are", I said. Monty turned and looked at me with a shocked expression, but it quickly got replaced by a wide grin. "So now you're dating?", Jenny asked me while raising one eyebrow, as we walked into the school. The boys was walking ahead of us so they couldn’t hear. "I decided to try something new", I said, shrugging. Jenna just nodded. Knowing me as well as she did, I think she actually knew what I meant and what had been going through my head these last months. I had a great night. I danced, talked and laughed. The night was everything I hoped it would be, and gave me a clear answer that going with my instinct and stop thinking could be a good thing. I went all in with Monty, sitting on his lap, playing with his hair and making out during a slow dance. He had stars in his eyes, and seemed to be very happy with the night too. Jenna and I even spent time with the jocks, getting to know some of the guys that seemed cool. All in all it was a perfect night, and I was sad when it was over and time to go home. We said a quick goodbye to Jenna and the guys before we left.

"Did you have a good night?", he asked on the drive home. "It was perfect!", I grinned, making him grin too. "It really was", he agreed.

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Do you think she should give Monty a chance? Do you think she'll get her heart broken?

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: 13 Reasons Why (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Charlie St. George/Alex Standall, Hannah Baker/Clay Jensen, Caleb/Tony Padilla, Montgomery de la Cruz/Winston Williams, Jeff Atkins/Original Female Character(s), Jessica Davis/Justin Foley, Zach Dempsey/Chloe Rice, Alex Standall & Everyone Characters: Charlie St. George, Alex Standall, Hannah Baker, Clay Jensen, Caleb (13 Reasons Why), Tony Padilla, Winston Williams, Montgomery de la Cruz, Jeff Atkins, Original Female Character(s), Jessica Davis, Justin Foley, Zach Dempsey, Chloe Rice Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Chalex Week 2020, Fluff, Cute Series: Part 3 of Chalex week 2020 Summary:

Alex volunteers at the hospital, he meets Charlie there and can’t get him out of his head.

#submission #day 3 #Author: Gb1223gb #fanfic #chalexweek2020

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hainethehero · 5 years

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could you write a monty x winston smut imagine? where he alive, winston gets justice and clears monty's name. then they reunite when he gets let out, they admit their feelings and have sex xoxo

I took so long to write this but I wanted it to be perfect 😢 it turned out to be more angst than smut but, idk I just love the dynamic between these two.

(I'd like to also point out that though Monty didn't kill Bryce, there is no justice to be had when it comes to his rape charges. He still has to spend time behind bars for what he did to Tyler, so keep that in mind.)

Five years.

It's been five, long years since Montgomery de la Cruz had seen a full day of the outside world.

He can almost remember the day they'd incarcerated him, shackled him like the criminal he was, and had thrown him behind solid iron bars. His father had spat on him like a piece of garbage on the roadside. Called him a faggot and had left him to rot in the Crestmont California Correctional facility. He was eighteen then, so they tried him as an adult. He'd gotten the maximum; seven years behind bars with the possibility of parole.

But, by some miracle, his sentence had gotten reduced due to a cover-up by Deputy Standall and Clay's group which had revealed Alex as the person who'd actually killed Bryce Walker. Well, Alex had sort of just pushed Bryce from the bridge and let him drown while Jessica watched. She had been marked down as an accomplice.

<em>It was fucked up.</em>

But Monty took it with a grain of salt.

He knew what he'd done to Tyler was wrong. And he accepted his doomed fate with a new mindset. There was no way he could ever forgive himself for what he'd done. No way Tyler would ever be the same after that and he had to accept the cold fact: he was sick. And he deserved his punishment. The only thing left to do, was change. Bryce had it right the second time around when he started mending his ways. Didn't make him a hero or whatever, but changing was better than remaining the same evil, unfeeling monster he'd been.

His world had changed immensely since he got tossed behind bars. He suffered nightmares, mostly about Tyler and that day in the school's washroom. Other times, he'd dream about his father beating him to death after finding out about him and Winston.

And Winston...

Oh, that boy was the truth and solace Monty had never known. He was the kindness, when Monty faced nothing but fierce beatings from the other prisoners. And he was the warmth when Monty grew cold at night, curled up under his threadbare sheets. He'd visit Monty whenever he could, which was often. And he'd bring all sorts of pictures of the college he'd been accepted into. He'd talk about life outside the walls, and make promises that Monty was sure he probably couldn't keep.

Promises like, "We'll go to Paris one day." and "I can't wait for you to come home. I can give you a tour of the whole campus."

Monty was sure he'd stay behind bars forever, but, he smiled and nodded anyway, giving in just to make Winston happy.

Because Winston made him happy.

His father never visited him after the first day. Every time he called the house, the man would either be too busy or too drunk to hold a conversation. But Monty still called, hoping that the man had a change of heart. Hoping that he'd get the chance to speak to his mother again.

But no.

No such mercy.

He expected that much from his fucked up family anyway.

He'd been a bastard ever since the day he was born. That wasn't about to change now.

"Hey," a soft voice interrupts, banishing his dark thoughts and pulling him back to the present.

He's standing just outside a city apartment, in New York. The place is very alive around him, despite the darkened moonlit sky above. There are people bustling about, dressed cozily in boots, stockings and trench coats. The weather has been growing colder as the holidays gained on them. But Monty finds that he doesn't particularly care about the fact.

He's just happy to see the world again.

"C'mon, it's freezing out here." Winston murmurs, keys in hand.

"Here," Monty chuckles softly, wrapping his own jacket around Winston's shoulders before taking the keys himself.

They practically pour into the apartment, locking the door behind them as the cold wind follows them in.

"Ugh, I hate this weather." The boy complains, kicking off his shoes.

Monty snorts and shrugs innocently. "I've kinda missed it. Don't worry though, I'm sure I'll be sick of it by the next week."

Winston smiles at him and bites his lip, suddenly all blushy and shy.

"I've really missed you. Having you around, seeing your face everyday... being able to hold your hand... it's been so hard." He murmurs softly, their noses brushing together.

Monty considers him briefly before pulling him into his arms.

"Same here." He replies honestly, his chest constricting with the pain of realization that it's only been three days since he was last behind bars. Surreal wasn't even close to explaining this experience but he took each emotion in stride, a bit nervous to show Winston the changed man he had become.

"The first night I spent in that cell, I got beat up. Real bad, by some of the guys who'd been in there longest. They called it initiation, like some kind of hazing. I ended up with like... four cracked ribs and a broken jaw I think. But all I could think about was you."

Winston pauses and glances up at him with teary eyes, arms wrapped tight around his waist.

"Me?" He says with a soft smile.

Monty nods earnestly. "Yeah, you. I thought about that night... when we... y'know. And I thought about how you'd let me... let me just fuck you right there on your bed... And then spend the rest of the night with you. I'd thought for sure that you would've wanted me gone. But the next morning, you were in the kitchen making me toast or some shit."

They both snort at that, soft laughter filling the cozy apartment. Monty cups Winston's jaw and pulls him in close for a gentle kiss.

"I thought you'd be hungry." The Hillcrest boy defends cutely.

Monty's grin only grows wider and he kisses him again.

"Thinking of you got me through that first night. And then you came to see me the next day. Totally made it all worth it."

Winston blinks away a few tears and kisses Monty back, deep and intimate.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you either. Wanted you from the moment I saw you at that party. Still want you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Things get hot and heavy from there, lips locking and tongues tasting the other's until they're suddenly breathing as one. They make it up to the bedroom with much distraction and difficulty, nearly tripping on the stairs and tumbling but Winston holds Monty close before any of that happens.

Within the dark confines of the room, Winston immediately gets to work, going down on his knees to undo the zipper on Monty's jeans. They both chuckle a little at the memory of when they'd first met and Monty runs his fingers through Winston's dark, wavy hair. It's not rough, like before, or firm; it's just a gentle hand through his hair to soothe him. And it works. Winston winks cheekily at him before swallowing him down.

"Oh fuck!" Monty hisses, his eyes closing slowly, head thrown back as he thrusts slightly. Winston's mouth is just as tight and wet as it had been the first time. He takes Monty's length down til it prods the back of his throat, riling up his gag reflex but he doesn't let up. He keeps sucking like a champ, trying to bring Monty to the edge.

"F- fuck yess-" The boy moans out loud, his toes curling into the carpeted floor. He slips off his shirt as Winston pulls back a little, kicking off his jeans.

"Wanna ride you." Winston murmurs, getting up from his knees to kiss Monty deep and hard. He takes a moment to admire the body prison had gifted Monty with. It's well-muscled and defined by hard lines and smooth curves. The veins are raised in his arms and his torso is ridged but not overly so. He looks beautiful.

Even in all of his abashed glory.

"Take my clothes off." Winston orders quietly, his eyes following the nervous ticking of the boy's jaw. He looks a little scared, Winston notices, and he imagines it has something to do with the time he'd spent in the correctional facility.

"I-" Monty begins but his voice becomes all choked up and he lowers his head sadly. Winston frowns and runs his fingers through the boy's short hair, soothing him.

"Hey, it's okay. Look at me. Monty, look at me."

Monty meets his eyes reluctantly and all he sees are tears, glistening in those hazel brown orbs... and shame. He presses a soft kiss to Monty's forehead and pets his hair gently.

"I'm sorry..." The boy sobs, resting his head on Winston's shoulder. The raven haired boy holds him instead, arms coming to wrap around his neck, hand on the back of his head.

"Shh, it's okay. You're alright now. You're here, with me. I'm right here with you." He whispers into Monty's ear, placing tiny kisses on his jaw and his temple.

"You're here... And I'm here." Monty repeats, nodding hard as if he had to make sure he believed his own words.

"We're okay..."

Winston nods, holding the boy's face in his hands. "Yes, we're okay. You can let it go now. You did your time. And now you're home. And I'm really, really happy you're here."

It takes a while but when Monty finally cracks a genuine smile, Winston feels all of the boy's anxiety and shame go away, like waters receding from a shore. It's lethargic and deep and he doesn't take it for granted as they go in for another kiss. This time, he feels Monty let go of the morbid thoughts in his mind and grins as the boy begins to dominate the kiss.

"Mmh."

"God you taste so good." Monty whispers, burying his face in Winston's neck, desperate to mark the boy, to show him just how much he'd missed him. Winston moans out loud at the sensation of teeth scraping gently over his Adam's apple. He growls deep in his throat and strips off his own clothes.

"Fuck me. Please- I want you to fuck me."

Monty observes him silently as he gets naked and then proceeds to crawl backwards onto the bed. He follows the boy, a cute grin on his face as his brown eyes trace the smooth length of Winston's body. He hovers over him, arms pressed on either side of the boy's head, like he's about to do a push-up. He lowers himself down, biceps flexing and kisses Winston on his forehead instead.

"Hey," he grins, his chuckle coming out in choked, staccato breaths.

Winston's eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles up at Monty. "Hey." He says softly, gasping a little at Monty's hand brushing his bare hips. It felt like euphoria, feeling Cruz's hands on him again. He told the boy that much and then did his best to ignore the tears glistening in those beautiful hazel eyes.

"Hm- ...you ready?"

Winston bites his lip and gives Monty his best, 'I'm ready' grin. He spreads his legs and then hooks his ankles around the brunette's waist, causing him to thrust his hips down. The friction is overwhelming and they both have to pause before one of them blows.

"F-f fucking hell babe-" Monty shudders, hissing as Winston bucks up into his thrusts. Their naked skin rubbing together increases the heat of arousal. Winston whimpers at the term of endearment that had slipped past Monty's lips, turned on in a way he hasn't been in a long time.

"Oh, like that don't you?" Monty smirks, spitting into his palm and jerking the boy's cock in tandem with his thrusts.

Winston whimpers again, his body going taut when he feels the boy's hands stroking him sensually. Molten arousal lights up his stomach and he can feel himself peak.

"W- wait! Stop- Jesus- I can't-" He sobs, accidentally pushing the boy off him. Monty immediately freezes and pulls back, looking embarrassed and panicked.

"I'm sorry I-" He starts but Winston brings him back with a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"Its okay. I promise, I just... I didn't want to cum before you even got inside me."

Monty's eyes light up in understanding and his cheeky grin returns.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Winston nods with a smile, wrapping his legs around the boy's waist again, pulling him in close. Their naked bodies touch and rub and slide against each other, smooth skin and firm muscle. It's beautiful and undeniably hot, the way Winston is rutting against Monty like some kind of bitch in heat.

"You're so fuckin beautiful." Monty whispers, before hiding his face in Winston's neck. He lines up his cock with the boy's hole, the head prodding at that slick heat. Winston moans at the touch and arches his back, panting when Monty begins to push in.

"Mhm! Oh shit- baby-" He hisses breathlessly as the burning sensation intensifies between his legs.

"So fuckin tight!" Monty grunts, pulling back a little to give his raven-haired lover some time. He kisses the boy's brow, then his cheek, the tip of his nose, and then those soft lips. It's a much needed distraction for Winston who finally relaxes into the kiss, opening his eyes and whimpering as Monty pushes in another inch.

"Please... please, please..." He begs breathlessly, hands in Monty's hair, tugging at the short strands firmly.

"Fuckin missed this." Monty sighs, thrusting experimentally, Winston's tiny moans and whimpers urging him on.

It gradually becomes rougher- just the way Winston likes it, and he finds himself falling even further for the messed up boy with a record. His parents would absolutely kill him if they knew he was fucking a guy who'd went to prison. But they didn't matter.

Not after five long years of waiting for Montgomery de la Cruz.

Nothing else mattered but him.

With that thought in his head, he rises up and manoeuvres himself out from under Monty.

"Wha-" Monty starts but he fixes him with his own hands so that he's lying on his back and issues a deep, dirty kiss down the guy's throat.

"I wanna ride you."

Monty's impressed grin says it all, so Winston reaches behind himself, and slides that thick length back inside of him. The tip brushes past some spot deep inside of him and his thighs shake a little.

"Mhm... yes- fuck-"

"Oh ssh- shit-baby..." Monty chokes, his hips thrusting involuntarily.

Winston grinds down on his cock to meet his thrusts, thighs sliding deliciously against his hipbones. He tightens up on each upward drag, causing Monty to hiss as pleasure and arousal sparks like exposed wires inside him. His grip on Winston's hips is tight, almost bruising and he's sure there'll be fingerprints marring the boy's pale skin tomorrow.

But he doesn't care.

Some carnal part of him wants to mark the boy. Wants to make him his again. He'd had him once, all those years ago... And now that he'd done his time, and was free, he wanted to have him again... and again and again.

He told him as much.

And that's when Winston pauses, rolling his hips slow and deep, intertwining their fingers together, staring unabashedly into his eyes.

"I want you too... never- ...I never wanna lose this... lose you, again." He whispers, tightening his fingers over Monty's.

Hazel eyes start to glisten but they never stop staring back at him. Monty's brow furrows cutely as he smiles despite his tears. And Winston can't quite put his finger on it but Monty's smile reminds him of sunlight after a rainstorm, breaking out from behind grey clouds. It's like he's the same person Winston's always known... but better.

"C'mere." Monty whispers, not waiting as he reaches out to pull the boy down over him. Their lips touch, soft and timid at first, before it grows into something far more meaningful and deep. Their breaths mingle and a string of saliva stretches between their tongues as they break apart. Winston pulls the sheets over them and continues to ride slowly until they reach the edge together.

"Fuck I'm gonna-"

"Cum in me. Please, cum in me, please..." Winston sobs, his hole tightening as he cums seconds after Monty blows his load.

Only the sounds of their harsh breaths and grunts fill the room for some time. Monty's low-timbred "Oh fucks" are accented by Winston's softer, more airy, "yes, please, please, please." They don't stop grinding against each other until all of their pent up arousal and emotions eventually drain away, leaving them both exhausted but completely satisfied. Monty lies there, eyes wide open, panting tiredly while Winston curls up on top of him, head on his chest. They're sweaty and warm but it doesn't feel unbearable.

It's a good, blissful kind of warmth that keeps them both tucked under the blankets, with soft smiles on their faces.

At least, Monty was smiling.

He frowns slightly when a soft sob escapes Winston's throat and the boy burrows deeper into his neck to hide.

"Hey," He murmurs softly, rubbing Winston's shoulder gently. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." The raven-haired boy whimpers, shaking his head. "Nothing, it's fine. I'm fine."

Monty observes him silently, stroking his wavy locks, brushing some strands out of his eyes. "No, you're not."

Winston deflects again and instead kisses him. He accepts the distraction for a while, letting the boy slide their tongues together, their lips pressed in a tight fit. But then he feels the tears drop onto his own cheeks and he pulls back.

"Please. Tell me what's wrong. Talk to me- if it was something I did-"

Winston immediately shakes his head. "No, it- it's not you, I-" His voice chokes off on another sob and he scrapes his nails against Monty's chest.

"Win-"

"I thought you'd never come back, okay?" He finally says through gritted teeth.

Monty freezes, mouth hanging open slightly.

Winston rolls his eyes and shakes his head, looking away while he's still lying on Monty, legs spread on either side of the boy's waist, cum dripping down his thighs.

"I thought- mmh... I thought they'd sentence you to life in prison or something. Clay and his stupid friends framed you for murder I- ...I couldn't let them do that to you."

"Hey, I know. It's okay now. I'm here." Monty reassures the boy gently, running his fingers through that soft, dark hair. "Look at me... Winston, look at me."

When the boy finally looks up into his eyes, he freezes, shocked by the raw emotion displayed there. He's never had anyone look at him like that before. Usually his Dad would look at him with disdain, like a roach on the floor that needed squishing. Or his mother would barely even look at him, and when she did, her eyes would be filled with a terrible disappointment. His friends weren't an exception either. They barely valued his friendship and he barely offered any in the first place.

But Winston...

Winston was the unexpected exception.

He didn't just look at Monty, no. He gazed at him, with eyes full of wonder and endearment. Like he hung the moon and lived among the stars. Lile some kind of precious thing that needed saving... needed love and needed protecting.

He wasn't used to that kind of love. That kind of emotion.

But he holds the boy's face in his hands and brings him in close, tears in both their eyes.

"Hey-" He whispers gently.

"I think I love you."

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Mine ( Monty x Reader ) Pt. 3

Immediately I regreted my question. I could see confusion in his face, so I tried to explain myself. “I mean, where´s the point giving your heart to someone when you know that there is a the possibilty that it´ll break apart anyway. That there will be fights and the love will turn into hate and contempt. This scares the shit out of me. So why bother?”. His gaze softened, but I couldn´t identify what his look means. Slowly he took my hand into his and said lovingly “The point in loving someone truely and deeply is to take the risk. Every lovestory is an adventure, it wouldn´t be life if it was easy. You have to see it otherwise, yes, you´re taking risks, but what you can get if it works out is everything. I think that loving someone can fullfil you´re life in a way nothing else could, and also you have to consider that every love is different. So you, and I belive this with all my heart, would never get into relationship like your parents have.” I looked at him and felt reliefed. The first time in a while I felt safe, I felt every word he said and it gave me hope. My fear was gone and I couldn´t help myself but smiled. “You´re right. I never thought of it like that. I also didn´t thought you would be such a romantic Montgomery de la Cruz.” He put his arm around me, squeezed me into a soft hug and chuckled “Shut up” We were sitting like this for quite a while and I enjoyed every second of it. We talked about many other things this night, it was like we`ve known each other for years. It was so easy talking to him and everthing I got to know about Monty was just adorebal. He told me storys about his childhood, when his dad was more like a father than nowadays, and also about his everyday life back at Liberty High. It was hard to imagine Monty somewhere else than here, by my side, but I was also curious of what he was like when he is around his friends.

The time flew by and we didn´t even noticed how late it got. We decided to call it a night and he brought me back to my cabin. He took me into a long hug “Good night and sleep thight (y/n).” I smiled at him and said “Good night, Monty. And thank you.” He caressed my cheek and looked me in the eyes “Always” I felt more butterflies in my stomach than I could handle. I truely can say: I am falling for this boy. Heading back to bed I couldn´t stop smiling. Who thought this night would come to an end this beautiful?

The next day was time for drama club. I sat somewhere on the side of the room, the head of this class told us about what we´re doing today. We would practise improvisation, tasks about trust and at the end, we would decide what play we´d like to do for the final night of camp. Monty, who sat across the room, gave me a little smirk when the leader told us about finding a partner. And there the butterflies came back. He made his way up to me, but before he had arrived another boy, I think his name is Troy, stood in front of me. “Do you like to work with me?” he asked. I was quite confused, but before I had the chance to answer , Monty dragged him aside. “She already has a partner.” I could see anger in his eyes. Was this jealousy? Troy just stummbled something like “sorry, nevermind” and went away. I couldn´t help myself but laugh. Montgomery looked at me confused “What? Don`t you want to work with me?” This question almost sounded inconfident. I looked at him and said “Yes, of course, but I think it is really cute that you´re getting jealous that easy.” He bumped my side and I had to laugh at his silly behaviour.

All the exercises went pretty well, I felt so safe with him. Now it was time to see if we´re trusting each other. Of course it was the classical task to close the eyes and see if you trust your partner enough to fall yourself back. The fact that Monty was a lot taller and bigger than I am, made this a little bit difficult, but I managed it to hold him. It was my turn, I closed my eyes and heard him say “Do you trust me?” . I turned around, looked at him and said with a gentle smile: “Always.” I turned back, closed my eyes and let myself fall back. He catched me (of course), took me on my feet again, but still huged me from behind. I felt warmth growing inside my stomach. “Meeting tonight by our spot?”he whispered in my ear. I got goosebumps and just nodded. I wasn´t aware of that it was our spot. I smiled for the rest of the day and couldn´t wait until it was finally time to meet up with him.

#monty imagine #montgomery de la cruz #monty de la cruz #monty deserved better #monty x reader #monty fanfic

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lovegayships · 6 years

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I love them 😍😍

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rloo28 · 6 years

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“If By Chance”-Ruth B

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“I didn’t intentionally mean for this to happen. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” ...but he already did.

It had been countless months since you heard those painful words come out of the great Zach Dempsey’s mouth after you had told him the feelings you’ve harbored for him for years now. He was a guy who you did not expect to fall for nor he was a guy who you thought would ever break your heart.

Those words continued to linger in the back of your mind despite your friends’ constant reminders that it was time to move on. They never understood why you wouldn’t let go and honestly, you didn’t understand either but all you knew was that you couldn’t.

You could never bring yourself to forget about the memories you and Zach shared together. The way you two unexpectedly became closer friends. The way his brown, beautiful eyes would look at you when you had deep, meaningful conversations about each other’s lives and how at home you felt. The way his perfect smile on his perfect face would appear every time he saw you. The way your heart would beat faster and faster as if it would leap out of your chest every time you would catch a glimpse of him around school. The way you pictured yourselves as a couple and how happy you would be just to be the reason why he smiled but all your hopes and dreams were crushed when you saw him in the hallway laughing and smiling with his new girl by his side, already forgetting all about you as if you were nothing to him.

You remembered that day perfectly: the day your heart broke. It was a cold September morning as you walked into school, stopping at your locker. You were grabbing one of your textbooks out until you heard his laugh. The laugh that still made you smile despite how badly your heart hurt and how badly you just wanted to cry. You looked down the hallway and spotted the tall, raven-haired, basketball player with his friends messing around, an all too familiar scene, but what was different was that he had a pretty, new girl under his arm as she held on to his torso, wishing you could be in his arms for one last time. It wasn’t the way that they were standing together that made your heart break but it was the way he was looking at her, the same way he would look at you which made everyone see how much he loved you but unfortunately he never saw that himself. He didn’t want to believe it.

Before you knew it, the bell rang, drawing you out of your thoughts, which meant you needed to head to class which happened to be in the same direction of where Zach stood. You closed your locker and walked to your next class, with your head down and wiping away tears you didn’t realize that were there until now.

But before you could walk through the doors, you heard Bryce yell, “Hey! (Y/N)! Why don’t you tell Zach how you feel? Or are you too afraid to get rejected again? You know, I’m always here for you to catch feelings for too,” which only caused you to walk faster. You didn’t know it but Zach noticed and a pain of guilt and anger hit his heart, drawing him back to the memories you shared together but were soon forgotten when his new girl was guiding him to their next class.

All day you continued to think about him. You weren’t the one to dislike someone or get in between someone’s relationship but you knew she wasn’t the one for him. However, you were soon approached by Montgomery De La Cruz. You talked to Monty a couple of times and he didn’t seem like a bad guy and he wasn’t that bad looking.

“Hey Monty. What’s up?” You asked leaning against the lockers.

“Hey um I was just wondering... if it’s not too weird but would you like to grab something to eat at Rosie’s tonight? It’s totally okay if you don’t want to.” He asked nervously which was kinda cute actually.

“Relax Monty. I would love to go to Rosie’s with you tonight” You couldn’t help but laugh at the way his face beamed with excitement mixed with nervousness. His cheerfulness way became overwhelmingly contagious.

“Great. I’ll pick you up at 7?” He said walking backwards with a huge smile on his face.

“Sounds good. It’s a date!” You shouted to him before smiling at the ground stupidly but you thought to yourself, maybe this is a good thing and maybe it is time to move on from Zach.

You put on your favorite dress that fit you perfectly and honestly, it made you feel extremely confident. You curled your hair for your date and put on a minimal amount of makeup and put on your shoes. The doorbell rang which meant that Monty was here so you took one last look at yourself and took a deep breath before opening up the door with a smile on your face but the second you opened that door, your smile faded and your heart dropped to your stomach.

Behind the door was the person who would never leave your life as much as you wanted them to. It happened to be the same person who broke you, the famous Zach Dempsey.

There was a long silence between you two as you just stood there looking at each other, tears threatening to spill from your eyes, and not having enough strength within you to close the door.

“W-what are you doing here?” You finally spoke but it was so quiet and filled with pain that you just kept looking at the ground while Zach just stared at you.

Suddenly he walked past you into your living room as you slowly shut the door behind you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked again a little louder this time while still looking at the floor.

“You can’t go out with Monty. I won’t allow it. I told him before to stay away from you.” Zach finally spoke with a serious tone.

This is the first time you guys had talked in months but this is not the way you pictured it would be like. “Excuse me? You what? I can’t go out with Monty?,” You could almost strangle in frustration if you weren’t so shocked,” And who gives you the right to tell me what and what not to do? Last time I checked, Zach, you’re not in my life anymore.” You said with full confidence, looking at him now and walking towards him as you crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow.

“You just can’t! He isn’t good for you!” Zach exclaimed stepping closer to you while continuing to stare you down.

“Again, you are not in my life anymore. You made yourself pretty clear of that. How did you even find out that I was going on a date with him?” You asked.

“I saw him ask you out in the hallway earlier today at school and the second he did it, I knew I had to stop you from going.” Zach confessed.

“Oh so you’re stalking me now? Telling me that I can’t go on dates with other people, telling people to stay away from me, and saying that they aren’t good for me? Why did you suddenly have to come back into my life after months of not talking to me and stop me from going on this date?” You raised your voice with curiosity while staring at him, wanting the answer you’ve been dying to hear.

“Because all he’s going to do is hurt you and take advantage of you!” He said raising his voice even higher, beginning to get frustrated.

“But didn’t you already hurt me? So why you even care? It’s not like you did before.” You answered in a snarky remark, clearly annoyed.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. I swear.” He stated, trying every way to make you believe him.

“Wow. I haven’t heard those words before.” You replied getting even more annoyed.

Zach ran a hand through his hair, something he did when he was stressed out, “I know. I know but you should be with someone who deserves you.”

“Who does?” You asked him stepping even closer.

“Me.,” Zach said quietly, almost a whisper, “I deserve you.”

You stood there for a bit but then began to laugh while shaking your head. “No. You don’t deserve me.”

“What? What do you mean?” Zach asked quietly with shock in his voice almost innocently.

“You can’t just come back in and out of my life whenever you want. Just to remind you, this is the first time we have talked in months Zach! I’ve tried to make things right with you. I’ve tried to be your friend but all you did was continue to ignore and hurt me! Other than that, you told your friends about my feelings and now I get bullshit for it everyday because of you.Do you realize how that makes me feel? I’ve tried to put these feelings aside and laugh it off like nothing happened because I know you don’t feel the same... but I just can’t. My heart hurts every time I see you because I’m reminded of how foolish I was to fall for you, thinking that we could’ve been something. It hurts so much to even think that maybe we had a chance but you didn’t want that. It hurts Zach... It really does and I don’t think you have the slightest clue the type of pain I have felt since I confessed to you about my feelings. I still care for you despite how much I want to hate you but can’ t. And I’ve wanted you to feel the pain that you put me through, cry almost every night, wishing there was something you could’ve done to fix it... but I don’t think you can. I don’t want you to because it is one of the worst pains I have ever felt in my life so congrats to you Zachary Dempsey, you broke me.” You finally said with endless tears flowing down your face while standing your ground staring, but it had felt as if your legs were about to give out in any moment, straight into Zach’s guilt-filled eyes. It took every ounce of your body to finally say those words to him and it did feel good but you still wanted him in your life. You still wanted him to fix you.

The one and only Zach Dempsey, who was a star on the basketball court, now had nothing to say. Inside of him was something so painful that it caused him to physically feel his heart break into a million pieces. Tears began to fall from his face as he just continued to stare at the girl he broke, finally realizing what he had just lost. Zach wanted nothing more than just for things to go back to the way they were, where (Y/N) was all his and only his but he messed that up. He wanted to pull her against his chest and wrap his arms around her while kissing the top of her head and telling her how sorry he was and never let her go but he wasn’t sure if he could do that anymore. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to lose her. He never did.

After a couple of minutes, he finally spoke, “When I saw you smile to the ground like you always do when you’re extremely happy after Montgomery asked you out, my heart... it broke. My chest began to clench and I couldn't breathe anymore. It had felt like something was taken away from me and I couldn’t get it back. (Y/N)... when I saw your smile that Montgomery caused and not me... I knew I could never forgive myself if I let you go. So I’m telling you now, I am so sorry for the pain I have caused you and if you let me, I promise I’ll make it up to you. I never wanted to let you go and I never should have let you. I just want to hold you in my arms and tell you that everything is going to be okay and I want to kiss you everyday. I want to get into fights with you rather than let you go again because you would still be mine. I want nothing more. I need you.” He said taking your small, delicate hands and intertwining them with his large, warm hands which fit so perfectly together that made the both of you smile a little when they connected while still crying.

You began to back away and let go of Zach’s hands and put your hand against his cheek, wiping away the tears that were still falling. “Zach... I can’t put myself through this again, it just hurts too much. I wish I could tell you what you want to hear and I want to say that bu-”

“Then say it! I know you still have feelings for me and I’m telling you right now how I feel about you! So let us be toget-” Zach said desperately trying to prevent himself from hearing the words that were about to come out of your mouth.

“Zach... I want to be with you. I do... but my heart can’t take it anymore. I’m sorry. Maybe in the future if we meet by chance.” You said while wiping your own tears away and bringing your hand down from his face.

He started to walk towards the door as you guided him the way out. As he brought his hand to the door handle, he quickly embraced you into a hug and put his chin on the top of your head. You missed his scent, the scent that you would always love and miss and wrapped your arms around his torso.

“I love you. I always will.” Zach said after pulling away from the hug while wiping tears of his own and placing a kiss on your forehead, closing the door behind him.

You stood in the same spot, soon sinking to your knees, alone in the dark with tears running down your face and said quietly while sobbing, “I love you too. Always and forever.”

#zach dempsey imagine #zach dempsey #13 reasons why #thirteen reasons why #zach dempsey x reader

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