#and i was like dude if you don’t stroke me kindly after sex i’ll cry YES it’s okay

[eversncenewyork]

oh you guys 🥰🫠 i need a combination of these emojis

#saw T for the first time since the convo and we talked a lot more #it was so so so so good #we were in a restaurant and the ppl next to us were totes listenkng #basically kid’s got major feelings for me #he was like ‘obviously i made this bed and i have to lie in it but hearing about u dating other ppl makes me jealous’ #and not in a don’t do it way #and he said he’s never been jealous before and it’s new to him #then later after sex we were cuddling and he always like caresses me #and he was like ‘i told a fib when we met’ and i was like oh? #and he said that when we met he told me he was a touchy person and made sure it was okay w me #and i was like dude if you don’t stroke me kindly after sex i’ll cry YES it’s okay #anyway he LIED he said he’s never been touchy before and that it was a new habit w me #he said i’m like the cool side of the pillow always #we completely opened the vaults between us and we were able to get so close #i’m on cloud 9 #even tho we can’t date #i told him all i ever wanted was to be a wrench in that plan and he said ‘oh a huge wrench’ #he was like ‘should we have less sex to ween ourselves off before this ends in 2 months?’ (the agreed upon trial date) #and i was like no!!!!! no in fact we should do it more #and he said we had a deal #god i’m so happy like this is genuinely enough for me it is!!!! it is right now #it was just actually so good one of the best times we’ve had in weeks #i love him and i’m allowed to and it feels nice

[blueicequeen19]

Attitude Adjustment

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral, use of toys, squirting, the works

I haul my crazy, kicking and screaming girlfriend out the bar over my shoulder. I knew going out was a bad idea. I knew she’d had an attitude all night for no reason. I told her to behave multiple times and she’d told me no or kindly told me to fuck off.

Now we have to leave because she was trying to fight some six-five brick house of a dude for cutting her in line and I wasn’t about to get my ass handed to me because he disrespected her, even as her smart mouth yells profanities over my shoulder.

“What am I going to do with you?” I grumble as I kick the exit door open and make my way across the parking lot.

“Put me down!” She snaps.

I grunt when a sharp slap lands across my ass and I swat hers hard in return. She gasps, falling limp over my shoulder as I walk us over to my truck while massaging away the burn she no doubt felt but also shielding anyone’s view of her exposed ass.

“I can walk you know.” She mutters as I unlock the door on the passenger side and yank it open.

“Do you? Because you seem to have forgotten how to act.” I lower her onto the seat and stare back at her defiant, bratty little eyes. Eyes that were begging for trouble and punishment.

“That’s rich coming from you.” She spats, pursing her lips and crossing her arms like the little brat she is. I take a deep breath as I buckle in her seat belt, making sure to brush against her nipples and earning a gasp as I pull back. I slam the door in her face before she can smart off and round the truck to get in on the driver side. I take my time buckling my own seatbelt and starting the truck as I feel her growing angrier and angrier.

“I didn’t do anything wrong! That guy—.” I cut her off with a warning glare, immediately slapping my hand over her mouth.

“Here’s what going to happen. You’re going to keep this smart mouth shut the whole way home. If you’re good, Ill suck out your soul through that needy little pussy because it’s obvious you need an attitude adjustment.” I savor the way her breathing shallows and her pupils blow as I let my eyes rake over her perfect body, “If not, I’ll edge you until you’re crying and begging then I’ll leave you like that while I go sleep on the couch. Got it?”

She swallows as she nods and I pull back, throwing the truck in gear and starting the twenty minute drive home. Part of me hopes she fails because I get off on punishing her. There’s nothing quiet like having an alpha female begging and at your mercy, desperate for your touch.

Either way, I plan on fucking her throat and making her cry regardless. I keep glancing over at her, watching the way her tits strain against the seat belt and I can’t stop myself from reaching over and palming one. Her eyes narrow at me but she doesn’t say anything as I lightly pinch her nipple. She hisses through her teeth but turns to look out the window, not giving in to my antics.

“Fuck, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to wait until we get home.” I taunt, sliding my hand down between her legs under her skin tight dress and cupping her pussy. Her panties are soaked. I smirk, watching the road as I stroke her clit like some horny teenager that can’t keep his hands to himself.

She snaps her legs closed and turns to face the window, giving me the silent treatment like a good girl. She wants that reward at home. She also knows I hate being ignored. My hands tighten on the wheel as I fight off the anxiety and the urge to beg her to come closer. I promised a punishment and reward so I’m going to see it through.

We reach the old fish shack out in the marsh, not far from John B and Sarah, and she jumps out before I even turn the key off.

“Y/N.” I call, chasing after her as she stomps off towards the house. I grab her elbow and spin her around, throwing her over my shoulder again before she can argue.

“JJ Maybank, I swear to god if you don’t fucking put me down!” She screams, just as I unlock the door and shove it open with a chuckle.

“So feisty today. I think someone needs a spankin’.” My hand slaps down on her bared ass and she yelps followed by a frustrated growl.

“Go fuck yourself.”

“No but I will fuck you. That mouth. That pussy. That ass. In that order.” I kick my shoes off as I make my way down the hallway and to our bedroom. I was practically giddy with excitement as I unbutton my shorts and step out of them as they hit the floor, tossing her onto the bed next. She scurries to the headboard, that defiant look still in her eyes as I toss my shirt next.

“I’m not in the mood.” She scoffs, her dress bunched up around her waist and showing off them thick thighs as she tries to hide her pussy from me.

“Too bad. I am.” I grab her ankles and yank her down to the edge of the bed, fighting back a smirk. I shove her thighs apart as I lean down to kiss her. She opens up for me, threading her fingers through my hair as her tongue dances with mine. My fingers slip between her thighs, finding her nice and soaked for me. I push the thin scrap of fabric to the side to stroke her clit. She pants against my lips, lifting her hips to get me where she needs.

“I was good,” she breathes. “Give me what I want.”

“You are in no position to make demands.” I growl back, my knees hitting the floor anyway as I drape her legs over my shoulders. I’ll never pass up the opportunity to worship her pussy. I kiss along her thighs, biting and licking away the sting as she trembles for more. I move my mouth to her core, leaving feather like kisses everywhere but her clit and she wiggles in frustration, trying to grind her pussy against my face.

“JJ, please!” She cries, tugging hard on my hair to the point it burns.

“I love it when you beg.” I murmur, running my tongue lightly down her slit and she throws her head back, her bottom lip quivering in anguish.

“Please! Please! I can’t take it anymore! I need you, baby. Please.” I don’t waste another second before clamping my hands down on her thighs and burying my face in her sweet slice of heaven.

I flick her clit with my tongue rapidly, keeping the right amount of pressure that has her squirming to get away from me despite her need for her release. She chants my name like a pray, her fingers yanking on my hair as she rides my face until she finally screams just as I suck hard on her clit. My face is soaked but I don’t stop, quickly ripping her second and third orgasms from her until she’s sobbing for relief.

I jump to my feet and push her to her knees even as she shakes violently. She licks her lips, ready for what’s coming as she tries to stay on her shaking knees.

“That was your reward for the drive home. Now take your punishment.” I fist her hair before quickly shoving my cock past her teeth and down her throat. She immediately gags, pushing on my thighs even as she starts to stroke me with her tongue. I groan, my balls already tingling and ready to unload down her pretty throat.

“Fuck.” I moan, fucking her face with two hands, her back against the bed so she can’t retreat. I can’t help the way my head falls back in pleasure, forcing me to look up at the ceiling even as my eyes threaten to roll back. I force myself to look down at her tear streaked face, loving the way her make up is ruined and she continues to gag.

“You’re so pretty like this. Mouth stuffed full of cock. Using those lips to pleasure me.” I groan, pulling out of her mouth just as I’m about to cum. I’m not ready yet. I’m no where near done with her.

I quickly manhandle her onto the bed, forcing her flat on her stomach after stuffing a pillow under her hips then returning to the nightstand for what’s coming next. I return to her, straddling her hips as she shakes her ass at me in offering. I swat each cheek hard but she only groans in response.

“God, this ass.” I groan, palming the flesh for a moment before pouring the lube on her little puckered hole. The cool gel surprises her and she yelps, trying to prop herself up on her elbows but I push her back down.

“Lay down and take it, baby.” I coo, spreading her cheeks with one hand as I slowly start pushing the plug inside. She whimpers from the stretch so I quickly stroke her clit with my free hand, using pleasure to dull the pain.

“That’s it. I told you I’d claim all three holes tonight.” I kiss each of her ass cheeks, loving the plump flesh that still holds my hand print. She’s weak from the multiple orgasms but it doesn’t stop her from casting a defiant look at me over her shoulder as I move in to position.

“Open your mouth and you won’t like what I fill it with.” I warn, silently praying she gives me a reason to gag her but she clamps her mouth shut if only for a moment before I thrust inside her soaked pussy as hard as I can. She shouts in surprise, burying her face in the mattress to stifle her cries as I start to fuck her. My hands come down on either side of her head, holding my body above hers a fuck her hard and deep like we both needed.

“Fuck, J.” She whimpers, her pussy spasming and clamping down on my cock as she nears another screaming orgasm.

“Who do you belong to?” I growl in her ear, knowing she’s seconds away from exploding.

“You! You, J!” She cries, just as her eyes roll back and she squirts everywhere. I chuckle, turning her head to capture her lips with my own. Her kisses are weak and her body is giving out as she shakes violently so I kiss her sweetly as I chase my own release, my balls so full they fucking ache.

“That’s right, baby. I fucking own your ass. Don’t you forget it.”

#smutwarning #outer banks smut #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic #jj maybank imagine #obx2 #jj maybank fluff #rudy pankow #jj maybank x you #jj obx #blueicequeen19 #outer banks x reader #wattpad #dark!fic #tw dark content

[kd-ohd-fanfic]

The Visitor (Part 7 ii)

🍋🍋🍋 mature 18+ Sexual content from here on.

Sitting back, I throw off the sheet, “Oh sure, be right back.”

No longer shy about the way I’m dressed, I pad out to the kitchen. I find his bottle in the sink. On the way back to the bedroom I unplug the lights, and Patches jumps off the couch to follow me. “Come along little dude. You shouldn't be out here by yourself.”

I glance in at Hailey and see that she’s moved, but still appears to be sound asleep. Turning into my room I notice a sudden dramatic change. Drake has taken off his clothes and is now sitting up in bed covered up with the sheet.

“Well Hello there,” I say with a grin, pulling the door closed behind me.

Patches turns around on the blanket in front of Kevin's dresser and then settles down with a sigh. Walking around the end of the bed I hand Drake his bottle of water, “I see you changed  your mind.”

He smirks at me, and then looks down mumbling, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I couldn't stand it anymore.”

I climb into bed beside him, and find it difficult not to stare at his chest hair. Kevin shaves the hair off of everything, even his legs.

“Why do you keep looking at me?”

I look away, “Sorry, I’ve never been in bed with a guy who was so hairy before.”

Drake rubs his hand across his chest, “Really? I didn't think I was that bad.”

“No, no. It's fine, you’re fine.. I mean more than fine.”

Drake snickers with a smirk, “You just said ‘fine’ like three times in a row.”

“Sorry.”

He shrugs and then settles down in the bed. “Don’t be sorry. I should have done it a long time ago. This is way more comfortable. I like your sheets.”

I giggle, “Thanks. See, I told you so.”

As I lean on my elbow and gaze at him, I notice him looking at me differently. He lifts his hand from the bed and grazes his knuckle gently down the side of my arm. I shiver, and he smiles. “So my touch lights you on fire too?”

I bite my lip, moving over closer. “Oh you have no idea.”

Drake turns toward me, sliding his arm under my pillow so that there’s barely a fold of sheet between us. When he lays his hand on my cheek and leans in closer I feel like I’m about to burst into flames.

“Are we really going to do this?” he asks, his thumb tracing my chin.

“Yes,” I answer and close the distance, pressing my mouth on his. He’s hesitant at first, but then I feel his fingers in my hair and he kisses me back. My arms are folded up against his chest and I reluctantly pull back to reposition so I can hug him around the waist. I marvel at how much easier it is than when I hold onto Kevin.

“I liked that, and I’m going to kiss you again,” he says, his thumb grazing my cheek.

I smile and slide my leg over to brush against his under the sheet, “I liked it too. Make the next one better.”

Drake chuckles, “Ok, I’ll try.”

Bringing his mouth to mine again, I feel him pull at my lower lip and I open for him in more ways than one. I push my hand down his back and under the sheet, parting my thighs and sliding my fingers into the waistband of his underwear. I feel him gasp against my mouth as he rocks his hips into mine. I slide my thigh over his and draw his hard desire toward my damp heat.

Pressed up chest to chest, my breasts threaten to spill out of my top, and I can feel his hand lift up the hem to free them. Pulling his mouth away from mine, he dips his face down to bury it in the pillow of my breasts. The roughness of his thumb flicks the swollen nub of one, and it sends a jolt of pleasure rocketting down into my core. When I gasp, he pulls the other nipple into his mouth, and tickles it with his tongue. I whimper at the way his attentions are making my clit throb and how wet I've become.

“Drake,” I whisper, gripping a handful of his hair. Still licking and tugging at my nipple with his mouth, he tucks his hand under the sheet to slide down over my belly. He toys with the elastic of my panties briefly and then slides his fingers in to test my readiness, stroking me gently with his hand.  I hear him groan against my skin, “My god, you're so soft and warm everywhere. I feel like I could drown in you forever.”

I pull his face up out of my chest, and bring him in for another kiss. This time he moves over to lay between my thighs, resting on his elbows. I can feel the delicious friction of his hard cock rubbing up against me. I sweep the hair out of eyes, and see the dark undercurrent of lust and fire in them. I buck my hips up against his, and hear him groan with pleasure each time we connect.

“Are you trying to push me off?” he rasps out breathing heavily. I shake my head slowly and moan, “No, silly. I want you in.” “Do you have a - ..”

I cut him off with a hungry kiss, until he grunts quietly and pulls back. “We don't need one,” I answer. Seeing his face light up with surprise makes me giggle, and I nod. “Yes, really.”

Tossing the sheet aside, there is a frantic removal of underwear and a jostling of limbs. Finally I gaze upon his chiseled masculine perfection kneeling between my pale smooth thighs. I’m pleased to see he is bigger than Kevin in one way, and I beckon to him with my eyes. “Come to me, Drake.” I whisper and reach out for his hand.

I see his adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallows, looking down he gives himself a stroke and then rubs his length through my slick folds to lubricate himself. I raise my hips in anticipation as I feel his strong arms grip my thighs. With a gentle rock of his hips I feel the pleasant burn of him stretching me as he enters me once, and then draws back and plunges in deep. We both moan as we pause to experience being enveloped and filled at the same time. I arch my back to press against him, and he holds on tightly as he pushes back, his biceps bulging.

Looking in my eyes he starts to move, short thrusts at first, bucking up against me hard to see my reaction. I brace my hands up against the wall, and bite my lip to prevent myself from crying out.

“You like that?” he asks, grunting with each push. “Uh huh,” I whimper. He closes his eyes and tips his head back, and I watch the muscles of his abdomen and chest as they flex and pull with each effort. “Oh God, me too.”  He moans out with a hiss between clenched teeth.

I squeeze him from the inside, and he sucks in a breath and slows down. “That’s right, now long and slow. I want to feel all of you with each wonderful push. Fffuck, you feel amaaazing Drake.”

Drake smirks, “Why thankyou kindly, I appreciate that.” “Mmmm, I bet Kate does too.” I moan quietly, closing my eyes. He stops moving, and I look up at him. “No, no. Don’t stop.”

“You mentioned Kate and now I feel guilty,” he frowns, starting to pull out. “I’m sorry, but damn it Drake Walker you better finish what you started if you want to reach a deep enough sleep to make it home. Don’t make Kate wake up alone.”

“Fine,” he says. “But roll over, so I can fuck you hard from behind. This slow business is going to make me lose what I’m working with pretty fast.” “Gladly, I like it that way.” I grin.

“Oh, yeah?” he grins, pulling back from me and climbing off the bed. “What else do you like?” I reposition at the end of the bed, turning around with my back to him. He hugs me from behind and takes two overflowing handfuls of breast. He pulls me back against his broad chest, and kisses my neck. I’m totally at his mercy as I feel the burning strain in my thighs, and his hand slide down my belly to tease my swollen clit.

I gasp and slide my hand down his arm, my hand covering his as both of our fingers become damp. “You didn't answer my question. What else do you like, temptress?” he whispers in my ear, licking my earlobe as he presses his hard length against my ass.

I continue to rub my clit as he pulls his hand away and folds me in half, tugging my hips backward. Abandoning my throbbing vulva to lean down on my elbows, I whisper. “Spank me, Daddy.” I hear him laugh as he rubs my ass cheek, positioning himself for penetration. He gives me a hard, stinging slap and then pushes inside. I moan as I feel his hand caress my hot skin, and then his cock bury into me up to the hilt. He pulls back a bit, and then slaps the other cheek, harder, making me wince.

“I see that Daddy is right handed,” I mumble into the blankets I’m hugging to my chest. “Indeed,” he coos, his fingers delicately stroking the hand print he’s left behind. “Do you want another?” “No, I want you to slap me with your balls instead.” I moan, as I press back against him.

He grips me by the hips and starts pounding into me. “fffuck...y..yes,” I cry out, my voice joining the rhythmic slap of skin on skin. The heated skin of my cheeks accentuates the blissful punishing force of Drake, and I feel the coil of my orgasm start to tighten. His grunts of satisfaction tell me he feels it too. “Cum for me,” he growls.

“Slow down a bit and I will,” I whimper, my knees turning to jelly. He shakes his head, panting, “No, I want to feel you go bang when I do.” “Oh..ffuck..Drake.” I whimper as I feel myself tighten and pulse around him.  Waves of intense pleasure flood my senses, and I feel him bury himself as deep as he can and collapse on me. His body shivers against mine as he hugs me around the middle. He feels heavy on top of me, but I don't want to move to push him off. This has been the most intense sex I’ve had for a while and I want to savour the moment for just a bit longer.

After about a minute I feel him move. He kisses my shoulder and then carefully climbs off the bed. “Bathroom?” he asks quietly. “Out into the hall, it's the next door on the left.” I reply, rolling over onto my side. I hear him open the bedroom door and then the sound of the bathroom door closing.

Outside the sky is starting to lighten towards dawn as I crawl up the bed and flop onto my pillow. I stretch out and yawn, tugging the blankets up over me. I’m just about asleep when I hear the crunch of the bedsprings and feel him climb in behind me. I roll over and give him a kiss and then roll back, closing my eyes. I can feel his breath on the  back of my neck as he settles into the pillow with a contented sigh, “Mmmm, green apples.”

The finale

#long post #drake walker #the visitor

[amnachil]

The College Society Chapter 3 Part 12

Here’s the next part ! One part left after this one for Chapter 3 !

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey Monday March 4, in France

"Dude, it's fucking okay. You're out of the water for god sake. Calm down"

They were almost at the hotel. Fuck this cruise. Fuck this trip. Fuck these guys. How the hell the fatty roommate managed to fall in the Seine exactly ? Well, to fall. This moron probably didn't go there all by himself. He looked dumb, but not that dumb. Anyway, the real question was : why he, Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey, decided to bring him back to the hotel once they had pull him out of the water ? Why he, Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey, the god among the hunters, was nice to the baboon's friends ? I hate my life. But I'm also so eager to see my fuckin' boyfriend. Damnit.

"I'm sorry." muttered the fatty roommate (what was is name again ?). "I ruined the day."

"Don't open this stupid mouth of yours to talk nonsense." replied the Dean's grandson. "You fell into the water, you had the fucking right to lose your shit. And these filthy assholes who laughed can go eat dicks in their mother's pussy."

The freshman looked at him with amazement.

"You sure are swearing a lot when Liam isn't around." he noted.

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey did not answer. It wasn't worth it. To be clear, yes he had spent a good weekend with his baboon's friends. Yes, they were good people. But who cared ? Yeah, this damned Nate had some sense of humor after all. Yes, Colton was a pure good heart built like a gigolo. And yeah, Nick (now he remembered his name) was a freakin' genius. But seriously, the best hunter wasn't here to make friend. Definitely not. They arrived at the hotel at that moment.

"Thank you." says the dark-haired lad. "I'll take a shower and I'll work with Liam on our group project. What are you going to do during this time ?"

"Don't know. Don't care."

He hadn't planned anything. He just went in France for the baboon, and he did not know what to do without him. I can't even believe I thought this. Am I really dependent on him now ? Quite pissed by is own stupidity, Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey just left.

For a while, he just wandered in the streets, at least to calm down. I need to bang someone. He was tore apart between two opposed feelings. A rational part of him only needed sex. Another, stupid and weak, desesperatly wanted Liam. I'm like a fuckin' teenager. I hate it. Finally, he went in a nightclub with the hope to pick up a chick or two. French people knew how to make a good party. It was loud and noisy, but also very sexual. They had their own way to dance, more sensual, more appealing. At first, Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey had great fun. And he found a guy more than eager to please him. They ended up in his apartment for sex. Trust me, you won't wake up after that. They banged in every corner of the flat. The Dean's grandson was so demading. Only he pictured Liam with him, and not this random dude. For god sake. The more he was thinking about the baboon, the hornier he was. He could feel his sweet and wide hands cuddling his body. He could imagine the contact of his strong chest. He wanted to stroke his soft belly. To squeeze his ass.

"Je suis rentré." shouted someone.

It stopped this stupid asshole who obviously wasn't Liam to continue. C'mon. You would not let me so horny, would you ? The idiot who interrupted them arrived in the living room. When he noticed them, he opened his mouth wide, like a big and really dumb carp. I saw him somewhere.

"You... You were with Liam last night." he said.

Now I recall. It was this bloody hell ex-boyfriend. Kevin, Kilian or whatever. Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey understood he wasn't gonna get laid anymore tonight. He put his pants back, annoyed.

"Wait, before you leave... Can you tell me how is Liam ?" asked this blonde guy. "I mean, we didn't have the time to discuss yesterday."

The Dean's grandson scrutinized him. He was very tall, at least 1m90 (6'3"), and rather imposing. Well, I fucked almost the whole football team of my university, and some of them were bigger.

"Look, whatever you want from Liam, just forget it. He doesn't need any extra problem right now."

His bestfriend's situation plus his family, it was enough.

"It was just a question." mumbled the other.

"A stupid question."

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey didn't wait for an answer. He left this brat and went back to the hotel.

When he arrived, the baboon had already fallen asleep. Same for the fatty roommate. But Nate was waiting in the corridor, looking a bit weird. What more ? I'm done being the fuckin' shrink of everyone for today. But when he came closer, he realised the dwarf wasn't just a bit weird, he was literally crying.

"Bud'. What's wrong ?" he asked with a more gentle tone than he intended to.

"I... Sorry..."

Nate took a moment to calm down. He sniffed loudly.

"You weren't supposed to see me like this." he mumbled.

"Dude. I saw the worst part of you, this is nothing."

Honestly, Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey did not care at all about this short guy. Am I, really ? He was just fooling himself, right ? I hate all these feelings which cross my mind. He never felt the need to help anyone, well maybe except Archie and Zack, and now here he was.

"It's harder than I thought." confessed Nate. "To be normal again I mean. I truly need a talk with Archie right now."

The junior sat down next to his friend (let's call him that way and fuck it) in silent.

"Thank you for having introduced him to me by the way. Archie helps a lot."

"Well he's experienced some rough stuff too." replied Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey. "And you shouldn't try to act normal after what happened. Whatever happened. You seems smart enough to know this wasn't a random accident."

A blank followed. Of course, Nate did not want to remember this dreadful night. Me neither.

"Look midget, I need to ask." grumbled the Dean's grandson. "I already know what we're talking about, but I wonder... Am I fuckin' protecting a criminal who did a truly stupid and horrible mistake ?"

Better that than a sociopath with very good acting skills... Nate remained quiet for a while. His eyes showed all his suffering.

"No." he finally responded miserably. "You're helping a weak, pathetic and unworthy person. An idiot as you say, who can't even protect himself. Who can't even take care of himself."

He started to cry again. Fuck this wicked world. Fuck these assholes who thinks they can do whatever they want without the consent of the others. I hate them so much. Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey hugged the midget. It reawakened bad memories of a miserable Archie.

"You're not unworthy." he whispered. "And I will find all the help you need."

He dialed Archie's number. Thankfully, it was dawn back home and the quaterback replied. The blond lad gave him to Nate, and only when he was sure the boy was okay, he left silently. I'll have to talk with D.R about this one day or another...

Liam Tuesday March 5, in France

In other circumstances, the young lad would have enjoyed this visit of the economics departement. After all, he had a wonderful breakfast before, and he was feeling nice. But he sensed the force of evil everywhere. This morning, Nate wasn't feeling great, and he had stayed at the hotel with Dami. In the meantime, Liam and his group were supposed to work on their project. But it's like the Cold War. Nick was sulking. He still resented Rebecca, but he also seemed to dislike Barbara. The two girls were mean and they often mocked the poor major of their promotion. As for Colton, he tried his best to apease the tension, without any success yet. So Liam did what he did the best. He let his mind ramble. He imagined himself in a paradise. There were living pancakes everywhere. They begged him to eat them. (Liam is a nice guy, you all know that. So he kindly agreed to ate them.) (Ate them ALL). Nick brought him back into reality with a nudge.

"Now, you'll split into your groups." was saying their professor. "Students from the Economic College of Paris will guide you."

Liam followed his roommate towards a group of students, but he froze when he saw them. Tell me it's not happening. Why ? Am I cursed ? Kilian was right here, looking straight at him.

"My god. Kilian is that you ?" asked Barbara. "You have grown so much. My lord, you're so impressive !"

Their old classmate thanked her.

"It's nice to see you again Barb'." he said. "Liam."

Send help. Send help. Send help. (Liam knew his internal screams weren't helping at all.) (But maybe Dami would hear him ? His boyfriend could read minds, right ?).

"Okay, this is weird." intervened Nick. "Can we start the tour ?"

Kilian smiled.

"Of course. Follow me."

It was a true nightmare. An impossible situation. Liam was running right into his death. (Maybe not, but he always loved a bit of drama). What should I say ? What can I say ? He knew Kilian had left the United States after the... incident to go back to France. But what were the odds they would meet again here, in Paris ? I'm convinced this is an international scheme to destroy me and the unicorns.

"Dude, you're so tensed." murmured Nick. "What's the deal with your ex anyway ?"

Liam did not answer. He was truly panicing. Without Nate or Dami to support him, he was completely lost. And what if his new boyfriend discovered the story ? He'll hate me. He'll realise how unwrothy I am.

"I need to go. Far far far away. Right now."

He didn't wait for an answer. He wanted to avoid a panic attack.

Because he wasn't thinking clearly, Liam finally got lost in the building. A bit relieved to be alone, he sat on a bench and got his breath back. What am I supposed to do ? His mother never prepared him for a moment like that ! (He wasn't blaming her, but she could have anticipated right ?) (Educate your children to face their exes ! It's crucial !).

"Why did you run away ?" asked suddenly a voice he recognized (much for his displeasure).

Kilian looked curiously at him. (How he managed to find him ? Did a witch lead him here ?) His ex-boyfriend smiled softly.

"You know, I'm very surprised to see you here, but it's nice."

"What do you mean, it's nice ?" asked Liam, surprised.

"Well, we never spoke since... the middle of 12th grade. Since what happened. I never had the chance to thank you."

"To thank me."

Right, Kilian had lose his mind. The french food must have turned him crazy.

"I almost killed you with my stupid plan." recalled Liam. "I... I have been selfish, reckless and stupid. How come you want to thank me ?"

"You kiddin' right ? My parents blame you, but I don't. It wasn't your idea, but ours. And it was the first and only time someone wanted to take so much risk for me. I owe you Liam, for real."

It was too much for the chestnut lad. He wasn't able to come to terms with all that stuff.

"I thought..." he mumbled. "I thought you resented me. It's what your parents said."

"They lied to you obvious... Wait... you blamed yourself for what happened ? Oh man I didn't know you were putting so much on yourself. I'm sorry Liam, it must have been hard for you."

Hard for me ? He had been through hell with this story. The freshman couldn't think clearly. Everything he thought about Kilian was... false ?

"The others are here." whispered his ex-boyfriend. "Look, once this tour is over, I think it would be nice to talk. I can't tonight but maybe tomorrow night ?"

Liam only nodded, completely lost. Does that mean... I blamed myself for months for nothing ?

Barbara Tuesday March 5, in France

It was better than everything she had planned so far. Way better. She never expected Kilian to be here, in Paris. But this is a godsend. I will make the most of it. Catch Liam would be hard for her, but for his ex ? All she needed to do was to bring back them together for one night. One night and she would dethrone Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey. Afterwards, it would be chaos, and she would appear as a savior for the university. This is perfect.

"Your smile is so creepy. I kind of like it."

Barbara turned towards Matthew. He was almost living in their bedroom with the two girls. I'm glad they didn't have sex while I was here.

"I just came up with a good plan for my next move." she explained. "Soon enough, you'll be proud to be close with the queen."

He snorted.

"You mean, all of this was to be the queen of the university ? Oh man, that's funny."

"Why ?"

"It's nothing." he mysteriously replied. "Good luck girl."

She left one hour later. The short girl had done some research before. Apparently, Kilian  had moved in France approximately one year ago, in the middle of 12th grade. Well, after this sad incident with Liam. He was living with his uncle, and was studying this year as a freshman at the local university. He had multiple friends, but no boyfriend in sight. Which meant he was avaible. Barbara also managed to find his adress, so she came right at his home. When he openned the door, she felt again surprised by his height. He is so tall now.

"Barbara ? What brings you here ?" he asked.

"Hey Kilian. I wanted to talk, in memory of old times."

And at first, they did. They lengthly shared memories. He was nicer, more talkative than she remembered. Well, his parents were beating the crap out of him, and the whole highschool bullied him. No wonder he feels better now. Eventually, she led the subject towards her main concern.

"It's nice to see you." she laughed. "I mean, I was already surprised when I met Liam at my university."

She glimpsed a shining light in Kilian's eyes. He wanted to talk about him. Nice. Maybe the story she heard from Jessy wasn't completly right.

"Yeah, it was quite a surprise for me too..."

A little blank followed. She sensed he wanted to add something. He was so predictable.

"I never wanted things to end like this." he whispered. "I would love to... come back in time. I missed him, you know ?"

"He missed you too." she revealed. "He told me."

A little lie can't hurt. Kilian didn't know she wasn't her friend anymore. He would trust her.

"Really ? It doesn't seem like that..." he mumbled. "I mean, he looks so paniced everytime I'm around. We barely had a normal conversation. He was so stressed."

You sure have confidence now. He was way more assertive than before, and it was kind of attractive. Liam can fall for that.

"Well, it's... Look, I'm not supposed to say this but... Liam fell into the wrongs hands. There's a guy who uses him for sex."

Kilian frowned. Please, believe it. It was the hardest part of the plan. She needed him to trust this.

"Is this by the aggressive guy ? The one with scary eyes ?"

"Yes. How do you know ?" she wondered, surprised.

"He was here last night." explained Kilian with a bit of rancor. "He was having sex with my cousin all over the place."

Oh man. Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey was playing against himself. That was so ironic.

"I think... the best way to help Liam would be to reveal what you're feeling." she stated. "You want him right ? As your boyfriend ? I'm sure you two will work together. Just tell him."

Kilian barely hesitated.

"Okay. I'll give it a try. I don't like him being exploited by this bad guy anyway."

And now, this is the fall of the king.

To be continued

Well things are escalating. Kilian’s in the place and it changes everything. What will happen to Liam and Dami now uh ? Will they escape the dangerous plan of Barbara ? We’ll see that soon :)

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