She stands against the cold marble counter, her back against the cool surface, her hands are gripping the edge behind her...
Her skirt is pushed up around her waist, her black pant*es shoved aside, revealing her pretty folds
He picks her up with ease, putting her on the top of the kitchen counter, wrapping her legs around his waist
His fingers trail down touching the wetness, She gasps at the touch, her eyes fluttering shut...
He grinds against her, his hard-on pressing against her bareness.
"Should I...do you want this darling?" he asked, his voice is low and needy
He kneels before her...holding her thighs open tightly...
His lips brush against her inner thigh, looking deep into her eyes, he smirks which makes her feel more embarrassed, her legs twitches
Her back arches, her hands tangling in his hair..
......
"Low Battery: 20% battery remaining"
The notification popped up.
y/n creed
{what the fuck? Seriously when I was literally at the main scene?}
Your thumb fumbled slightly, the phone nearly slipped off your lap..
You let out a little gasp which draws attention from your classmates
The girl beside you glanced over, suspicious
y/n creed
{the fuck you looking at?}
The guy in front of you turned slightly
The professor paused mid-rant about how early childhood trauma can shape a person's brain, leading them toward violence, whatsoever he was yapping
professor
Miss Y/n, are you paying attention?
y/n creed
uh..yes? sir..
y/n creed
{can't even read something I love without disturbance huh?}
the professor looks at you with a little nod before turning back to the lesson
y/n creed
{he definitely knows I wasn't paying attention….well I need to stop ...for now...I'll read the smut later...}
after your lectures..
The bell over the door jingles as you walk in the bookstore
y/n creed
{The smell of the books always refreshes my mind}
This bookstore is the place, where you work part-time
Why?
y/n creed
{suits me pretty well doesn't it? I can have silence for myself, also read the smutty books which i dearly love and no one really visits this old bookstore}
y/n creed
*slides behind the counter, putting the bag under the table, opens the register*
y/n creed
{the boss? Never shows up, rarely so basically I'm the only one here}
----
two hours later, you are shelving books, bored, sipping half-cold coffee
y/n creed
*Glancing out the front window*
just a group of girls around your girls, hanging out together and laughing
y/n creed
hmm ...and here i thought I'd find something more interesting....*suddenly eyes narrowed*
y/n creed
....
Zane.
And Aira.
They’re laughing and giggling, walking out of the convenience store which is in front of the bookstore where you work at
Your heart breaks again...you weren't supposed to see this...
You felt the lump in your throat
It's your ex boyfriend...
Zane Elric
Zane Elric half-Japanese, Half-English
Age 21 final year of Literature, Tousled black hair with hidden brown streaks, Sharp jawline, lip ring, Grey-hazel eyes, a tattoo in kanji, although he doesn't even understand
y/n creed
{he toys with that lip ring when he's lying}
She hugs him as they continue laughing.
y/n creed
{I wonder if she knows he’s still on Tinder…}
Aira...velle..
y/n creed
{my precious little best friend..who i thought was best once, right?}
y/n creed
{She usually studies at the café across the bookstore…}
she's 19, studying Literature, Petite umm pretty, looks like she’s walking out of a Pinterest board
often does this Instagram Live, talking about “healing” and “energy” while literally-
y/n creed
{Being the biggest bitch I have ever seen}
Aira valle
*clinging on Zane's arm* "where should we go next? i want to post a few pictures on my Instagram"
You can't hear them, but she's clinging to him like a leech
y/n creed
{even leeches ain't that clingy}
y/n creed
{She bothers me more than Zane... people change so quickly and for a fu*k boy}
y/n creed
{they look happy together...}
y/n creed
*clenching the fist*
y/n creed
{why does this still hurt?}
y/n creed
{I have better things to do other than watch some shit bitchy couple}
You shake your head, brushing the thoughts away but
you have never been enough, have you?
All the times you poured your entire soul into people who treated you like an option....
You quickly turn around, looking down at the book in your hand...
y/n creed
*fingers clutch the book in hand*
y/n creed
Blooded Crimes: Real Killers Who Got away with murders
y/n creed
Gives me an idea i wouldn't like to work on
#Time-skip
After the family dinner, before going up to your room again, you glance at your parents once with a little smile
y/n creed
{seeing them makes my day better… Although it still hurts a bit by today's shit show, but it's manageable}
They are watching the news, and it's about...
y/n creed
{Gojo Satoru again? I'm tired of hearing that guy's name}
"...reckless destruction in District 7 today has left the city in shock..."
y/n creed
*stops and listens to the news, while grip tightening on the stair railing*
"Sources confirm it was none other than Satoru Gojo, special grade sorcerer Class-S threat specialist."
y/n creed
*walks downstairs and peeks into the living room, looking at the television*
The screen crackled slightly with static before cutting to a shaky video clip, a strange flash of blue light, windows shattering in every direction, cars lifted into the air
--Gojo Satoru has once again created widespread panic after destroying half a residential block while ‘exorcising a demon,’ as he claims. Officials are investigating the aftermath
y/n creed
{Why do they even allow him to operate unsupervised?}
Seraphina Creed
This man is dangerous *takes a deep breath*
You roll your eyes before walking upstairs again.
---
The night felt... off
it's 3Am
you are sitting cross-legged on the floor. On your bed your laptop is open, tabs filled with forensic studies, undetectable toxins, and chemical compounds that mimicked natural death
y/n creed
...I'm getting bored now
y/n creed
I should maybe rest a bit
y/n creed
*gets up, and opens the balcony's window*
y/n creed
why the night is quieter than usual
y/n creed
*Arms folded on the ledge, looking up at the sky*
----
A shooting star?
y/n creed
*rolls eyes*
y/n creed
How more silly do I have to be?
It felt stupid—wishing on stars. Childish, silly But something in you was tired So damn tired of everything
y/n creed
*laughs to herself*
y/n creed
If I’m going to fall, make sure it’s into something worse than me
You asked, you asked for this wish
sounds like a joke but you mean it
The shooting star above you flickers. Strange, It’s pretty closer than it should be
y/n creed
{And it doesn’t burn out like normal ones do}
y/n creed
*runs a hand through your hair, with a little smirk*
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