#mitchell estates

The weather was beginning to get cold. The apartment pool is now drained, leaving little to do around here.

You take the time to catch up on some reading for classes, sitting at one of the picnic benches. As always, you observe some of your neighbours, the white haired man returned from a walk with his dog, who pulls him towards you. He stands off to the side, smoking while you play a couple rounds of fetch before he interrupts and heads home.

Maybe you should get a dog, your friends have been so busy lately with classes and their own lives, it wouldn't hurt to have some companionship.

As you return back to your reading Jack exits his apartment while on the phone, he looked deeply stressed.

"I understand that Mr Meyer but I can't come in today, my brother is sick-" you watch as he sits on the floor by his door defeated. "no i don't want to lose my job...." he pinches the bridge of his nose. "yes....ll be there soo- hello?" He looks at the phone and sighs loudly his hand unvolnatrily slamming on the ground.

You can't help but feel bad, clearly Jack was taking care of his brother alone. You stand up walking over awkwardly.

"Sorry to interrupt...I was being a bit nosy and overheard your conversation...I'm not doing anything today. I can watch Liam."

Jack looks up wide-eyed and quickly stands up. "Really? You would do that? I don't have the money to pay you-"

"You don't have to pay me, honestly, it's fine. I want to help." Jack smiles brightly and lets out a breath he was holding.

"Thank you! Thank you! He's an easy kid, there's food inside you can make him lunch using that and eat whatever you'd like!" Within 10 minutes, Jack was dressed for work and ran off to catch the bu,s leaving you and Liam alone.

Since it wasn't too cold, you both enjoyed the weather sitting outside as you showed Liam how to do leaf rubbings with some that had fallen off the nearby tree.

"So Liam, is it just you and Jack?" You ask as you doodle on the paper.

"Yeah. He takes care of me now." Liams voice goes sad as he stops drawing. "My dad used to be around but...he wasn't very nice to me or Jack...So Jack took us away."

"Wow...sounds like Jack loves you very much." Liam smiled brightly.

"He's my best friend." Liam continues his drawing and holds it up proudly.

"You did amazing!" As you look over his drawings the sounds of police sirens gets close. 4 cop cars pulls up to the apartment building and officers tell you to get upstairs. You grab Liams hand as you head up to the second floor ushering Liam into your house as you still watch from the railing.

Various officers pull out their guns, angling them at Will's door. You can't help but worry about what's wrong. They bang on his door.

"IT'S THE POLICE! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!" They yell out and call a couple times before the door opens, Will, already dressed with his hands on his head. They take him to the ground, arresting him. "You're under arrest for robbery with a weapon, kidnapping, and first-degree murder." You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law, you "

Your jaw drops at the list of charges. As Will walks to the police car, he looks up and sees you standing by your door. He smiles gently before he's shoved in.

As the police soon file out you notice another neighbor pearing out from behind a trash can the one that smokes, he quickly dashes to his unit and funny enough you see the con artist jump out the entire trash bin and run as well.

Clearly, you live with a bunch of criminals.

You and Liam hang out some more in your apartment, watching movies and playing games before he finally falls asleep. You carry him to his own unit and place him in his bed. You hang out in the living room, waiting for Jack to get back. Jack eventually returns from work and is grateful. You fill him in on what happened, and he's shocked to hear about it.

He thanks you again and tries to give you money, but you refuse, saying you'd be happy to watch him whenever he needed before leaving his unit. As you walk back to your unit, you see Ettore coming from upstairs. He looks at you, but then quickly looks away, something clutched in his palm.

Life had continued on as normally as it could be, the weather only getting colder. Will's apartment was cleared out as if he had never been there.

As you came home from school one day and settled on your couch with a bowl of noodles the news campe up flashing on screen.

"Breaking news tonight as police confirm the arrest of a man in connection with an armed robbery that happened at a small local post office in Derby."

You sat up straight as Will's mugshot came on the screen.

"According to investigations, the suspect and accomplices robbed a post office, which went wrong when they found a witness. The three masked men kidnapped the older man who worked at the post office and threw him in the trunk of their car. It is reported that the man arrested, named Will, was the one who eventually shot and killed the man."

Your hand covered your mouth; you had slept with a murderer. Video comes on the screen, it's dark and blurry, but three men are seen dragging someone to their car and throwing him in a trunk. Another video is shown of the same car and three men in some alleyway looking in the trunk, two of the men leave, and one is left behind. Will fires a shot into the trunk.

"One of his accomplices had come forward riddled with guilt, which led to the two other men, one still unknown, fleeing from their hometown. The police located Will where he was renting an apartment and arrested him two days ago. He has pleaded guilty to all charges including first-degree murder, armed robbery and kidnapping. The investigation is still ongoing for the third robber, and police are asking if anyone has additional information to come forward. We'll continue to bring you updates as more details become available."

You stare at the screen, dumbfounded to think that the very same person who had been inside you killed another person was wild. But yet you can only feel bad, it seems like a job went horribly wrong.

Later that day you head to some classes and study some more at the library, midterms are coming up for your first semester and your not worried but you know you cant fail. You spot the typical nerdy neighbors Micheal and Osferth both studying at the same table, they must be friends.

Once your done cramming information in your brain you head back home deciding to walk and talk in the scenery as you enter the complex you spot Shawn, the con artist, clearly up to something eyeing the package of the white haired man. He goes to grab it but you call out.

"Hey!" He looks over and scrambles off, running into his own apartment. You walk over and knock on the white haired man's door. It takes a while, but he opens the door in absolutely nothing but sweatpants and his hair tied back.

"Yes?" You hadn't realized you were staring.

You pick up the package off the floor and hold it out. "One of the neighbours was trying to steal it, just wanted to make sure you got it."

"Fucking Shawn..." he mumbles before gentlt taking the package. His dog comes shoving past him to say hello. "Vhagar no! Sit!" But she ignores him coming to you for some love which you give her. "shes obsessed with you clearly."

"Well, im obsessed with her." You give her a hug and kiss before standing back up.

"Well thanks for letting me know about this.." he gestures to the package in his arms. You wave it off with a "no problem" before saying goodbye and heading to your unit, as you turn you spot Ettore peeking out the management door before he slams it shut.

"Weirdo."

A/N: I am so happy to be back. This of course is a shorter chapter since its a filler chapter but the next one will be longer and spicier! Its already typed out just waiting to go!

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@sweetasmarie

The weather slowly changes into colder nights as the trees now stand bare, leaves on the floor. It's the season of pumpkin spice lattes and cafe shop study sessions.

You cram in the last of your midterm assignments before reading week and rejoice in getting to have a week off from school before stressing over final exams.

When reading week finally starts, it feels like you can take a deep breath. Finally, not having to worry about assignments, tests, due dates or begging professors for extensions, you decide to celebrate with drinks at a bar with a coupleof friends.

"So, how is the new place? Settled in yet?" You look at your friend Alivia as she sets down the drinks.

"It's nice. It feels like home now, more than a temporary solution. Cheap rent, can't complain, I guess." You shrug, grab one of the drinks, and take a sip. You take a sip of the drink while looking around the bar. You manage to spot someone from your building.

His name is Billy, and not the sweet one that's always blushing, but instead the one who rarely ever leaves his unit.

Time flies by as you dance with your friends and take more shots than you should've and could afford. Finally, toning down a bit, you head to the bar to get a glass of water. As you wait for the bartender's attention, you overhear the conversation next to you between Michael and some girl.

"I can't keep giving you money Billy." She sounds irritated.

"I'll pay you back-"

"When? With what money? You dont even have a job." She scoffs, you can almost feel the tension rolling of him, that struck a chord.

"Its not like I don't want one. Im trying to find one! I've been trying!" You can tell she doesnt believe him.

"Im not giving you any money...im so sick of this." She grabs her purse and storms out of the bar, leavingMichaell on his own. He orders another shot, his head in his hands.

You feel for the guy, even you werent having the best of luck getting a job. Your savings was slowly running out and you couldnt help but sympathize with his situation.

The bartender hands you your water and before leavig you turn to him.

"If its any consolation im struggling to find a job too." You drunkenly walk away back to your friends table missing the small smile that reaches Billy's face.

Its already halfway through rewading week. Time feels like its flying by and the idea of going back to the mundane routine of college feels depressing and annoying.

But joy comes in the form of Liam as you continue to baby sit him from time to time. Today the both of you spent time at the zoo since it was free admission, then spent more hours than you coud coulnt at the park and finally ending the day offf with some pizza and movies back at your place. By the time that Jack knocked on your door to pick Liam up, he was already in your bed knocked out.

"Thank you again for watching him. You've honestly been a lifesaver." Jack sighs as he sets down his work bag.

"No problem Jack. He's a good kid, I have loads of fun with him." You can see the strained and tired look on his face. "How about you sit for a bit, hes sleeping anyways....want some tea?"

Jack gives you a polite and grateful smile with a nod before sitting on your couch. Once the tea was ready you sat down next to him.

"I don't wish to pry but...Liam mentioned a long time ago that you took him away from your dad?" You took a sip before placing the cup down.

"Uh, yeah. My dad was...abusive. Not too mention he wasnt a good influence, would push me to do things that wasnt right. The second i grew a backbone i took Jack and ran. Been just us ever since." He stared at the wall as if he was lost in the memories.

"Wow...you're a great big brother."

"Am I? What am I really doing...living in a shitty one bedroom apartment. Barely able to afford anything." He sighs deeply. You can see the weight of the world on his shoulders. Taking care of a kid when your a kid yourself isnt easy. "I should get him up." He starts to stand up.

"Take a break. He can sleep longer, you're always running around-" You take his hand pulling him back down to sit wanting him to take a break.

"Im worried that if I stop ill mess everything up...Thank you for watching him, and for listening to me ramble on."

"If you ever need anyone to talk to. I will always be here." You both stared at each other for a while. There was a warmth in Jack's eyes as if he realises hes found a friend and a support system. Before you have time to reat he leans forward kissing you gently. Its soft and kind, not rushed or rough. And just before it goes any further you hear your room door open.

"Jack?" Liam walks out rubbing his eyes sleepily. Jack's head hangs low a bit before he pulls away from you. You cant tell he was dissapointed.

"Yeah Im here...you ready to head home?" Liam nods walking over to the door to grab his backpack. You walk them both out the door, Jack doesnt say much besides another thank you and a shy look.

Bright and early the next morning you enjoy a heart breakfast and your favourite shows when a knock comes to your door. You go to answer it only to find Jack standing there, he loooks nervous.

"Morning...I wanted to talk to you about last night. Im sorry I kissed you like that out of the blue it was wrong of me I didnt mean to take advantage of the situation. But also- Im not looking for any kind of relationship, i think its best i focus on raising Liam no matter how badly i wish i could date normally." He has a look on his face as if to say "dont hate me."

You understand instantly. It s another sacrifice Jack is makingh in order to focus his full attention on his brother.

"I understand...truly. And please dont let what happen stop you from asking me to babysit." Theres a sigh of relief as Jack realizes your not angry with him for his decision. You both talk for a bit longer before he runs off to head to work.

Part of you is sad truly, you wished something more could have blossomed between you and Jack. He would have been a stark contrast to the assholes you had dated in the past.

You hope Jack eventually eases up on himself and allows himself to live as well. And you hope you can find a man as good and pure as he is.

A/N: Once again, I am so happy to be back to writing. I absolutely loved this chapter; it was a stark contrast to how the reader has interacted with the other men. Most have passionate nights, but this felt so wholesome. I am still working on my secret HOTD fic. Which I hope to start posting in the new year (im building a chapter reserve lol.)

Otherwise, I hope you all have an amazing holiday. I will also be enjoying mine with some family. And you can expect chapter 5 soon! Love y'all.

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@sweetasmarie

A week has gone by since you moved in.

Surprisingly it was a pretty calm week. Your friends dropped off the furniture that they found for your apartment. Since you didn't have any classes you painted the walls, giving the place more color and personality.

You hadn't gotten the chance to talk to anyone in the building really but you spent a good amount of time peering out your window and seeing all the different tenants and their habits.

You noticed that there was this boy about your age who spent most of his time hanging around the mailbox. You thought it was odd at first but then on a different day, you saw him sneakily stop and examine someone else's package. He only ran off and didn't take it because that tenant opened their door.

You also saw him further in town the other day. He was dressed up as a monk and holding a red-painted pail. He was "collecting" money for children for the holidays. It was only later on when you saw him come home did you see him return with that same pail of money.

Mental note. There is a thief here.

Ettore was still cold and rarely talked to you. When you dropped off the rental agreement, he quickly kicked you out of his office and closed the blinds. You thought maybe he just wasn't good with people but he started giving you a weird creepy vibe when you saw him watch the other tenants.

He would stand around the building looking as if he was just checking on things but he was observing and watching. You once caught him watching you as you were talking the trash out and there was that one time when you were doing laundry and you swear you saw him up near your unit.

Your next-door neighbour, the horse tattoo guy, never left his apartment. You start to think he's dead in there but then you hear the occasional TV sounds and shower running. You did see him leave once but that was only to go get beer and then come back home. You've also heard him arguing on the phone with someone though you can never make out what the conversation is about and who he is talking to.

But. The strangest tenant out of all of them. He is a long white-haired guy who has a long scar over one of his eyes. He only comes about twice a week. He comes, walks his dog, stays for one night then leaves the next day and is gone. Three days later he comes back and repeats the same cycle. You were sitting in the neat park when his dog came up to you one day. She was the most friendly thing ever and wanted to play. He didn't say anything but let you play with her until you had to leave. When you tried to say goodbye he answered with "mmm" and that was it.

Everyone else seems to be normal except those guys. There was a boy with glasses and khaki shorts. He looked like he was going to school every day so you only assumed he was attending the university nearby, same as you. The boy with the kid, you did find out that was his brother when you helped the kid after he tripped while riding a scooter. The kid was Liam and he lived with his older brother Jack.

You hadn't gotten to interact much with others but it felt nice that you had met at least one person who lived here.

Your phone alarm went off letting you know it was time to get up. It was the last thing you wanted to do but if you didn't know you never would.

After a shower and getting dressed you grabbed your stuff and headed out the door. You looked around and saw Liam heading for school, he waved at you and you waved back.

You struggled to lock your door but kept trying. The key wouldn't turn.

"It's jammed." You looked over and saw the horse guy standing there with a beer in his hand.

"How do I get it fixed?" He eyes you up and down before taking another swig.

"Jack. Lives in A1. He's maintenance." He spits off the rail and then heads back inside his apartment.

You groan and start heading towards the apartment. You had hoped to avoid any interactions with your neighbors today but it doesn't seem like that will be happening.

You knock on the door but no one answers. You knock again and a minute later the door opens.

"Yeah?" He rubs his eyes and leans against the doorframe and now you feel like shit cause you woke him up.

"Sorry...the lock is jammed. Just wondering if I could get some help." He yawned as he nodded his head.

"Yeah, hold on." He closed the door and you stood outside it awkwardly waiting for him to return. As you stand outside his door waiting, the person next door comes out of their unit and locks the door.

You try not to stare but you kind of do...and you're not good at hiding it. He stops and pulls out a cigarette box putting one in between his lips before offering you one.

"No thanks. Don't smoke." He shrugs his shoulders, putting the box back in his pocket before lighting the one in his mouth.

"Suit yourself, princess." He winks then walks away. You stand there for another minute before Jack opens back up his door now properly dressed and carrying a toolbox.

He follows you in silence towards your door. You drop your bag on the ground and stand off to the side as he tries to open it himself.

"...Your brother's a nice kid." He smiles as you mention his brother.

"You've met him?"

"Yeah. Was out for a walk when he tripped on his scooter. Helped him out." He turns his head and looks at you.

"Oh! You're the girl he was talking about." He turns back to the door and pulls out the key and stares at it before frowning.

"What's wrong?" You step over to him to look. You see the key with something pink and sticky on it.

"Gum. Someone put gum in your lock." He shakes his head and opens up the toolbox. "I'll just replace the lock. Might take a while."

"I have a class to get to...could I come to get the key later?" You pick up your bag.

“Yeah all good.” You turn and leave heading back down the stairs and walking out of the complex. 

After a boring couple of hours of listening to professors and taking notes, you and your classmates decide to head to the library. Planning to study but realistically you are all going to end up talking for hours and doing no work. 

As you all gossip about some campus drama going on you notice someone walking around looking at books. You try to get a better look from your spot and then you recognize him. His name was Osferth and lived on the other side of you in B4. He was super sweet and had helped you with your groceries one time. 

As he grabs a book and walks out the aisle he spots you and gives you a warm smile and a wave. You smile and wave back and can see him blush slightly before he heads towards the front desk. 

“Who was that?” Boyse bumps your shoulder while wiggling her eyebrows. 

“My neighbour.” She hums in response. 

“Cute.” You give her that look that only she tends to ever bring out. Boyse had been trying to convince you for some time now to get back into the dating scene but you couldn’t not after…last time. 

Just like you predicted you all spent the next hour showing each other funny Tik Tok and talking. Being the friend with the car you drove everyone to their homes before heading to yours. 

You stopped at Jack’s to get the key. He was on the phone and quickly handed it to you with a smile before closing the door. You could hear him arguing on the phone. You turn and head towards the stairs to get up to your unit. You look over to the office building and can see Ettore there watching you before he closes the blinds.

Why the fuck he so weird?

You spend the rest of the day making up for the work you didn’t do in the library and attempting to tune out the horse guy arguing again on the phone. 

After spending hours working on essays and group projects you were tired, you had tried going to sleep but for some reason, you just couldn’t. The sheets felt too rough, the bed too lumpy, the room was too hot and it was just too quiet. Everything was bothering you. And above all your brain just wouldn’t shut up. 

You rip the sheets off of you in anger and stand up grabbing your keys off your dresser before leaving your room.

You used to go one walk a lot back home since there was a nice park just behind your old apartment. It was always calming whenever you had a stressful day or...an argument with him.

You pull on your shoes and grab the sweater you threw on the couch to take with you in case it was cold outside.

Locking the door behind you while looking around you spot the white-haired man walking back into his apartment with his dog. You can see the light in the office on but the blinds are closed.

Your brain now full of thoughts of your ex

You walk down the stairs while zipping up your sweater and walk towards the liquor store nearby. You start drinking the second you step out of the store then you head towards the twenty-four-hour convenience store just down the street from your apartment complex.

You purchase your favourite chocolate bar and a drink before walking around your neighbourhood. It was surprisingly empty, nobody was walking around, and barely any cars driving around. The most noise you can hear are dogs barking or the occasional voices or tv noise from houses you pass by. By the end of the walk, you've finished your snacks and alcohol and it's even starting to set in.

The colours from the houses are the tiniest brighter. Your thoughts clear of your asshole of an ex and the whole reason you had to move in the first place. The noises of crickets are louder and whatever lamp lights are almost blinding.

You circle back to the building using the path that leads out from the neighbourhood to the back near the recycling bins. You come around the corner, the area is only covered by a small lamp thats on the wall.

As you turn around you hear a sound. You stop walking and look towards the noise. It's coming around from the recycling bins.

You at first think it's an animal inside looking for something to eat. Something is panting. Your brain under the influence tells you to walk closer and look rather than just turn and walk the other way around the building.

You walk over to the recycling and slowly peer around.

It's not until you turn and look do you hear the moan come from someone's lips. When you finally get a proper look you scream slightly and quickly cover your eyes before turning around.

"Shit." you hear him mumble before he turns and faces the wall.

You try to get the image out of your head but it's engraved in there. Whoever it was had been leaning against the wall, his head angled up and eyes closed as he was lazily stroking himself. Though most of his penis had been inside of his pants you still saw some of it.

"Y'alright?" He finally turns back around after he tucked himself back in his pants. You keep your face covered as you simply nod your head. "It's away now. You can look."

You waringly uncover your eyes and look at him.

"Ever thought of doing that in your own apartment." You cross your arms slightly annoyed. Your eyes wander to the ground and see the empty bottles of alcohol.

"Wasn't expecting someone to be up and about at this hour." He shrugs and leans down shakingly as he grabs one of the cans and brings it to his lips. "What are ya doin' up anyways?"

"Clearing my head." Your words were slurred the tiniest bit as you spoke. He looks you up and down as you throw the garbage into the bins next to him.

He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly as you both kind of just stand there in silence.

"...W

ant a cuppa?" He picks up his trash almost falling over as he bends down.

"Cup of what?" you hear him laugh as he throws the empty bottles away.

"A cuppa..." He looks over to you, he can still see the confused look on your face as you simply stare at him. "Cup of tea."

"Ohhh" You stare at him for a while gauging if you should say yes or not. He looks normal enough. But most serial killers looked like normal people then turned out to be psychos behind closed doors. For all you knew he was luring you into his apartment to steal your kidney and sell it on the black market.

"You don't have to say yes. I just feel bad about...what you had to see" You stare at him for a while longer.

"Why not." You shrug then follow him back around the building towards his unit. The second you're back inside you look around the space. You could tell this was one of the old motel rooms that hadn't been renovated yet. "How long you been living here?"

He walks over to the kitchen area and fills up the kettle.

"About 4 months." You walk over to the couch stumbling a bit. You notice the lack of any decorations on the walls. "Do you normally just walk around at night drinking?" You look over at him. He was watching you stumble around with a smirk on his face.

You struggle to take off your sweater, your arm getting caught on absolutely nothing.

"It's a great past time." He laughs and then turns back to getting cups from the cupboards. "Do you normally jerk off next to recycling bins in public?" You can see the smile on his face grow wider and his cheeks flush red.

He turns back around.

"So what made you move here of all places? There had to have been better options." He leans against the counter crossing his arms.

"Other places would have taken longer. More checks are needed. This place was quick and easy." You shrug.

"Quick and easy? Why the rush?" He puts the tea bags in the cups. You watch him for a moment thinking if you should say. You hadn't even really come clean to your friends about why you had to move so quickly. You weren't in the mood to hear their "I told you so's.".

"My ex was a piece of shit. He lived with me in my apartment and I knew he wouldn't go so I did." You pull your legs on the couch. "Left in the middle of the day while he was at work." He nods his head in understanding.

You hear the kettle whistle and watch as he pours the water in the mugs.

"What about you?" He walks over and sits down on the couch handing you one mug and placing the other down on the coffee table.

"Not running from anything...just preventing the inevitable for a while longer. Enjoying what I can." You try to understand what he could mean by that. He notices the confusion on your face. "There was this girl, a school friend. I really liked her but she was dating my best friend."

Though you yourself had never dealt with anything like that some of your friends had. It's never easy to watch someone love another but know they can't be with them.

He blows on his tea before taking a sip.

"I knew I shouldn't like her and that it was possible nothing would come from it but...I just couldn't help but not like her."

You watch as his gaze fixes somewhere random the memory taking over. You grab your tea and take a sip burning your tongue but playing it off.

"We hooked up one, while she was still with him. Afterwards, she said it wouldn't happen again." He leans back into the couch. "The worst part is that not too long before I left I found out she was pregnant. Didn't get the chance to ask her if it was mine or not."

He takes another sip before looking into his cup.

"I'm gonna need something stronger than tea." He stands up and puts the cup on the counter before grabbing two shot glasses and a bottle of vodka and walking back over to the couch.

"Why did you leave?" He sits down and pours the shots.

"I only ever really stayed 'cause I was caring for my nan. She passed...made plans to leave but those plans went south. Now im just...waiting I guess."

He took a shot then poured himself another and took it. You reached forward picked up the other one and downed it, the sting and bitter taste made your face scrunch.

You both sat there and drank for almost an hour. At this point, you both had managed to finish the rest of the vodka. Your conversations bounced around from different topics. At one point you were talking about your favourite colours and then the best place to get pizza in town. You talked about fun stuff then talked a bit about depressing stuff before cracking more jokes.

You were lying on the couch while Will was lying on the floor.

"Ok, but you have to admit apple juice is better than orange juice." You both had been going back and forth about white was better. He was adamant that orange juice was the best of the two. (Apple juice is better don't argue with me 🤣)

"You can get orange juice faster than apple juice. Not to mention it tastes fresher." You rolled your eyes.

"Yeah, but...pulp. And that nasty taste when you brush your teeth and then drink orange juice." Will sits up with a smile, you turn your head to look at him.

"I like that taste." A look of disgust spreads on your face before you both start dying of laughter. Once you both have calmed down Will rests his head against the couch looking at you.

You both narrow your eyes at each other just staring before he reaches upwards and brushes a piece of hair out of your face. His hand lingers as he gently brushes over your cheek.

Before you can do anything he sits up more and leans over to you kissing you deeply. It's messy considering your broth is drunk out of your minds.

He moves up onto the couch getting on top of you. His hands slide down to your waist as he lifts and spreads your legs slightly so he nestles in between them. You wrap your legs around his waist.

He lets you breathe for a moment lowering his head in the crook of your neck planting soft kisses.

Considering you had gotten out of bed to go for a walk you were only wearing a tank top with no bra.

His hands slid up as gently massaged your nipples in between his fingers. You could feel his hard-on pressing right against your clit.

He could clearly feel the friction to as he began rolling his hips chasing some sort of friction.

He starts pulling your tank up slowly kissing his way up your stomach. You lean up so you can slip over your head as you lay back down he takes one of your nipples into his mouth gently sucking on it. He runs his thumb over the other watching it harden under the soft pressure. He lets go of your nipple with a pop and moves over to the other giving it the same attention.

He sits up, you help him take off his shirt before you both shuffle off your pants. You lean over to where you had earlier discarded your sweater reach for your wallet and take your "emergency" condom out. You unwrap it and slowly slide it on him.

Will lays you back down and kisses your cheek.

"Lift your hips." You do as he says and almost moan at the feeling of his tip grazing your clit ever so softly. Will slowly sheathes himself inside of you while peppering kisses all over your chest.

When he finally bottoms out you both moan. His movements are soft and slow at first, dragging himself in and out of you so you can feel every ridge and pulse.

Will sits up and holds on to your hips as he slams into you at a rough and relentless pace. He dips down taking your mouth in his. As he hits that soft spot inside you harshly you moan into the kiss, your moans get louder as he continues to bully the same spot.

He reaches down and brings your legs up as far as they can go trying to get as deep as possible. You reach down circling your clit trying to relieve some of the aches. Your pussy spasms around him pulling him in deeper.

"Fuck- just like that." Will watches as you lean your head back, mouth agape as you moan and whimper.

It all becomes too much as you cum around his cock. Will holds you down as you shake slightly kissing your cheek as he doesn't slow down the pace chasing his own high. Your nails dig into his sides as he his movements begin stuttering, losing rhythm.

Will moans as he continues pounding into you before he lets go of your legs and holds himself up as he cums into the condom.

"Fuck Leah" You almost miss him saying it. But you shrug it off it's not as if he's yours. Will slowly slides out of you with a soft moan before laying down beside you on the couch and pulling you back into him.

He nuzzles into your neck as you both slowly fall asleep.

You hear the annoying honking of the garbage truck and slowly sit up grabbing your head in pain. You clearly drank more than you could handle.

You look around and notice that this is in fact not your apartment.

Hearing the soft snoring behind you, you turn around and see who it is. As you see Will still sleeping soundly you gently unwrap his arm from your waist and grab your clothes. You get dressed as quietly as possible before grabbing and leaving his apartment and doing the walk of shame back to yours.

The second you're back home you head to the shower feeling relaxed under the warm water. You change into fresh clothes and take an Advil for your pounding headache.

You grab your wallet from your sweater and look through it. You notice the missing condom.

"At least I wasn't dumb enough to go raw." You crash onto your bed planning to just skip all your classes and get some well-deserved rest.

You don't notice the stuff in your apartment that's misplaced. How your closet is open when you know you closed it before you left. One thing is for sure between your headache and the sound of the garbage truck still near by you don't hear the sound of footsteps leaving your apartment and silently closing the door behind them.

A/N: This took WAAAAYYY longer than it should have. I had it all typed up but then I also had two draft tabs opened...when I saved one and closed it the other was still open and since it does auto saves it got rid of all the new stuff i wrote 😭😭

But it still got done!! Hopefully, this isn't as bad as I feel like it is.