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title! girls
character! emmett cullen
↳ GIRLS BY THE 1975
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❝ Emmett, please not now. ❞ You said as you heaved out a content sigh once his lips pressed a longing kiss on to the nape of your neck, with a shake of his head — he didn't budge. Continuing his doings, clearly getting your mind off of things because of it.
Turning another page of your calculus book, you tried so hard to keep your hands to youself. ❝ Come on, stop now. Or else my brother would know. ❞
Your brother was his co–worker, while you — you're still studying and aged 17 and a half years old. You have met him through your brother who so invited him to your house, that was by far the worse mistake he had ever done.
For if he didn't let Emmett come over, he wouldn't got to meet you.
And if he wouldn't go to meet you, you would've been the good sister that your whole family had been expecting on. What would they say if they'd know you're having intimate moments with him? An old guy who would never get enough of sex from other women not only you?
❝ Oh come on, [ name ]. Have a little fun, stop following what they have told you for once. Trust me. ❞
❝ Say that to your other one–night–stands. ❞ You scoffed, it was no denying that you were getting jealous as well. But his excuses were because he wanted to keep your relationship a low–profile, if your brother were to know how Emmett loved other girls besides you — then there was no doubting.
You stood up from where you sat, leaving Emmett on his bed looking at you. A sly smirk creeping on his face, his eyes held mischief as he looked at your body. It wouldn't hurt to stare now would it? He began to think if you came to his house to ask for help with studying or seduce him.
With the way your shorts adorned your bottom, and when you used his shirt as if you already had done it. He was loosing control slowly, if he were to be honest. Yet, he wasn't up in showing it so he hid everything he feels behind. ❝ I have always loved women who plays hard to get. ❞
Rolling your eyes as you looked through his book shelf for more books that might help you, slowly you felt him coming just behind you. His huge, muscular arms that women had held during those nights encircled your waist. You were getting infuriated, yet he knew how to divert your thoughts.
❝ I'm sure I can convice you. ❞ His sinful lips ghosting over your ears as you held a sharp breath, thinking of something else rather than him or anything that involves intimacy. You turned around and looked back at him,
With a huff, ❝ I am in no way like the other women you have encountered with. I am not those average women, I know my limits and so should you. ❞
Leaving his side, you were satisfied of your answer. Yet a shriek involuntarily left your lips when he grab a hold of your waist tucking you back to his arms. His hands made his way to your jaw, he was more than tempted.
❝ Oh dear, give me a night. Let's see if I can make you. ❞
With a surprising push to his bed, you yelped as his hands then bounded your wrists. Looking at you intently, he knew what he was doing indeed he was sure. But instead of you going against, his words were something that's pulling you to his charms.
❝ Baby, I'm setting off a warning for you. ❞ He sat up, tugging the hem of his shirt as he easily stripped as if he had done it numerous times before. One night, only, if you were as so much as jealous — one night and one experience wouldn't hurt as much.
How you have loved him.
It's almost foolish.
❝ I know you're one for those guys with heroic deeds, someone you knew would last long for you. Someone who you knew will save you in the midst of your needings, ❞ leaning back down, his hands slowly glide from your shoulders towards your wrist.
His other hand reaching over for his neck–tie, as he then tied your wrists ruthlessly. A smirk already on his face, slowly his hands went to your cheeks as he cupped it oh so slowly. ❝ But believe me when I say, I am not that person. ❞
No more words were exchanged as he dove in to your lips, feeling his sinful lips against yours. Both hot bodies on to the messy bed sheet, God.
Oh how you have sought for someone to help you.
You have never asked Emmett why he had became like that.
How he had took on liking to love women to women, and forgetting them the very next day. How he had managed those women to get up every morning for them to return home and forget all of the things they had done last night.
You have never understand why he must do it, they say it's a relief when stressed. But you were quite confused now if he is to be stressed as of every day since he is doing it as if it is his daily routine.
But one day, after you have woken up from your sleep. He was just beside you with his hair ruffled, while the only thing that's keeping you from being exposed were the thin sheets. And so was he, he was covered with it.
The moment his eyes opened, you looked at him for a brief second before turning your gaze back at the morning view for you to see. Your eyes landed onto the balcony, seeing the sun is yet to shine.
❝ Why are you playing with other girl's heart? ❞ you asked out of the blue, slowly his eyes looked at you then back to your bare back.
He heaved out a sigh, ❝ Majority of the women I have dated, they too play with my feelings and break other men's heart. Sometimes, they even break women's hearts — there are no gender picking. Whatever they chose, they will perceive them and at the end of the day will leave them. ❞
❝ You're telling me you're having your revenge? ❞
With a chuckle, he shook his head. ❝ Bright eyes, looking at me as if they had an idea of what will be happening tomorrow. As if they had seen future with me, yet what could they possibly do with that future if they knew they are perturbed of the very thought? I have always loved their expressions, but for me. ❞
❝ they're just girls. ❞
He didn't got to express how he became addicted to you, he wouldn't let himself that. So he had said it as if it was the most easiest thing to do, he had loved with teens despite his age. You were – in no doubt – hurt, so with no such words.
You grabbed your clothes and your things that you have brought, leaving him to ponder if it was a good idea if he had told you what he felt.
Childish, he thought.
The fact that you had wanted to prove yourself by showing up every night and leaving the very next morning amuses him.
He was at loss whenever he wakes up to see you already gone, it was supposed to be his doing to disappear by the next morning. But now that he's on it at the very current situation, he had no other things to think but wondered as to why you are doing this.
For he was sure there was no benefit.
On a drunken night, you have gone from a party at a Friday Night — you had called him and asked if he could pick you up. Your words dozing off as the world around you is currently spinning, no matter what excuses — he knew for himself he had grown not only lust for you.
And he's scared to say what feelings it was.
On that night, you have told him that what you were doing with him were just play things. You were just messing around just like how he messes with other women's feelings, you taunted him that by far — he shouldn't fall in love with you.
Because that was petty.
And after what you have said, he was feeling pathetic of himself.
He should've known better, after all he was the role mode of one fuck boy. Why would he fall for a woman that wants nothing else but sex? Just like any other girls, he felt as if his heart is broken in to two yet again for how many times already.
But he thought, was it his fault? For he had already warned you the first time you have done it, why is he feeling like he should be the one warning himself in the first place? It is his fault, if he only knew how you were at wreck.
Maybe he'd reconsider the words that left his lips.
Days had came and he found you as if already living with him, what about the things you have said? You said it was just messing around, what happened now that it felt like this is something more than just lust creeping up your needs?
It was shocking for Emmett when he realized that he, himself, stood in front of your apartment door. He had heard from your brother that you moved in to an apartment complex instead of living with the rest of your family.
It has been weeks since the last time he had heard of you.
Maybe it was his needs again? That was why he was in front of your door wearing his work clothings. Seconds passed as he heard light footsteps making it's way towards the door. Opening it, you were only dressed with a robe barely covering your lingerie.
He thought it was a gift for him, afterall it had been a very long day.
❝ You better go, Emmett. You shouldn't be here — ❞
Yet when you were about to reason out as to why and ask why his presence is here, his gaze set onto the man behind you barely having anything on but a washed boxers as the familiar face looked back at him. He suppressed his feelings of surprise, nor his gasp.
His brows knitting together as if in confusion.
❝ Hello, brother. ❞ Jasper greeted with a slight wave, Emmett was beyond shocked. Looking at you, he could tell that you already know that both were related although not by blood.
❝ Oh wow, I didn't know you had a thing for elderies. Thirty year olds at that matter, although I must say — doesn't mean you've become like this you have done enough. ❞ He was holding back his jealousy, his jaw clenching at the process.
He was holding himself back, just like how you did.
Like how you were before.
Before when he thought of you like other girls.
Which he might be true of.
❝ Well I'd much say the same, shouldn't you be fucking with somebody your age instead of showing the changes of your scheme? ❞ You retorted, yet you didn't wait for his replies as you closed the door and continued with your past activities.
He had gone himself loose.
He was a much different person now as he'd go to different bars, going home with more than one lady. Although, he didn't take your advice — he stuck himself with seventeen years of age ladies just like how you had your first with him on the same age as well.
He would wake up with a scowl on his face as he'd rush the women out of his house, his mind corrupted of what supposed to be rage. Yet he had stilled himself, he isn't supposed to be feeling like this.
When he knew too damn well he's a fuck boy with no feelings.
He had rejected the comfort coming from his family and friends, he had no longer wanted to reconnect with people that he knew was his weakness. And he had fully ignored your brother who has no idea as to why Emmett isn't acknowledging him.
Despite the age, he continued. With days on that turned to weeks, sadly turning to months that he didn't know it had gone too long. Yet he had admitted that he wasn't regretting anything,
Perhaps, it had given him solace for his doings.
Perhaps.
Four years later things hadn't change for him, except the fact that he had left Forks and began his journey in New York. Made his own business called ' Cullen Enterprises ' yet his attitude had stayed the same.
He forgot how to love again, for all he knew was lust that would leave directly to the next morning with a woman he doesn't know sleeping right on his bed. He wasn't expecting of you to bring so much impact to his life; he tried to think you didn't do it, instead to keep him stronger.
Yet he thought, maybe destiny was real shit. If it wasn't then he shouldn't be suffering right now as his Party Organizer, after a such huge success over his business — he had thought for a party but knew he was doomed after seeing you again.
Wearing a white long sleeved blouse and a high waisted black pencil skirt, he knew you had changed for your sense of aura screamed of responsibility and professionalism. So he, too, did the same — yet he was surprised when you lend your hand out. Introducing again.
❝ I am [ name ] [ last name ], and I will be your party organizer. ❞ With a smile on her face, he cringed mentally.
Accepting your hand, he introduced himself as well as you returned with a kind smile. In the midst of you explaining to him the whole concept of how the party should be, he didn't know he was studying you immensely until he found himself in thoughts and noticing of how;
Her eyes are bright.
Yet he knew she was uptight.
But she can never be what he needed for she had found herself yet he hadn't.
She's just a girl.
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—hello there loves! so i was thinking that the an's
should be placed at the very last part of the imagine
because i know you guys are still going to ignore this
but meh xD
anyways! from this chapter until the 55th imagines
will be song lyrics based! and the songs will
be picked from THE 1975 & LANY change
of genre is happening now as well!
know that this will turn from tom & jerry to fifty
shades of grey type of stories. okay i might be exag–
gerating the fifty shades but you get the point ! things
will now differ from how i write it before, but it will only
be until the 55th imagine, if you so happen to like lany
and the 1975 and wanted to request a song that i will write
you are free to do so ! just comment down below !
and oh btw this chapter is originally
my 69th part of this book woOPS
hope all of you are having a great day or night !
love, collin.