Ms jellyfish

alcohol tasted good tonight. it tasted like an escape, like all of the memories and pain never even existed in the first place. so you had a little too much. so, naturally, you found yourself in the farthest corner of the hallway. it was relatively dark, so you felt safe crying your eyes out. you were quiet with it, but the giant mascara stains definitely didn’t help with hiding your tears. the cool wall behind your back felt like an escape from the hot air of the club.

“shit.” you mumbled seeing your cup empty. you drained everything, every last drop is gone. so you tossed the plastic cup aside with a scowl. you sniffled, feeling like every little thing acted as a trigger for your tears. covering your face with your hands, you swallowed all the whimpers and whines, crying silently. it still hurt you so much to be apart from simon. he was the only man you have ever loved.

your love could be described as something incredibly chaotic, passionate, intimate, destructive, deep, raw. it was real, perfect and horrible at the same time. you were ready to kill for each other, but you were incompatible. simon was a walking red flag. cold, mean, traumatized, emotionally unstable and unavailable. but he loved with all his heart, he just couldn’t properly show it. you were so good to him, he felt like a better person with you. but the constant fighting, toxicity and disagreements forced you to end things. you couldn’t take it anymore.

so, when you removed your hands and saw him standing there, on the other end of the hallway, you flinched. “whatever hallucination this is, get the fuck outta here.” you said, alcohol slowing your speech m, as you messily waved your hand. you were sure it was just alcohol playing tricks on you. but through your half-lidded eyes you saw him get closer. then you felt him. “oh, fuck no.” you whined, realizing that it was all real.

“looks who’s here, dove.” he said softly. he grabbed your chin, tilting your head up, so you’d see him properly. “it’s me, dove, see me?” you could only nod. your head fell on his shoulder, legs slightly bending. “had too much, huh? think the alcohol will erase me, my dumb little bird?” his chuckle felt like a knife. you would’ve argued if you had energy for that. but you could only look at him, crying again. “oh, come now, what’s this for? i am here now, ain’t i? thought i’d leave my missus? no, it’s fate, dove, we’re meant to be together.”

you tried to push him away, “simon..” you whined weakly. “you’re not good for me.” he only shook his head, like he always did when he heard you say that. “bullocks, dove. we’re meant to be.” you didn’t even feel his hands pull your dress up. it pooled at your waist as his hand went straight to his favorite place. “wet for me, like always. bad for you, eh? your cunt says otherwise, luvie.” he said cooing mockingly at you. “we met here for a reason tonight, lassie. it’s been too long. i need to feel that cunny, yeah?”

you shook your head but moaned anyway when he entered with a single thrust. his pace was quick, desperate even. he forced your legs around his waist, as he pushed you against the wall. he didn’t care about the footsteps behind him, the bathrooms were near after all. but it only made him fuck you harder. “yeah, missed me?” he said squeezing your cheeks together as he held your jaw. he knew you did. he felt it in the squeeze of your cunt. he felt it in his heart. because he did too. he needed to feel you again, and he knew he wouldn’t let you escape again.

“gonna breed this cunnie, eh, lassie?” he said laughing at your suddenly wide eyes. he saw the sheer discomfort and fear in your eyes at that idea. “no worries, dove. m’not leaving my missus alone with a baby.” you tried to climb off him, you really did, but his hand kept your ankles locked at his waist. so with a few powerful thrusts, he hissed, watching a creamy ring form at his base. “yeah, like that.” he whispered, nodding. “my seed’s powerful, luvie. knocked you up real good. think it’ll work? i think it will.” he added. he didn’t care that you kept shaking your head.