imagines (dua lipa)

48 (f)

this was inspired off of someone else's story but i am adding more x

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you woke up to dua's body in just lingerie and nothing else, laying next to you. you thought, 'i love her so much, more than anything else.' until you remembered that she is cheating on her mans with you.

dua suddenly woke up as she could feel your captivating smile across the bed. she smiled back at you and said, "good morning".

"good morning dua" you said back.

you rolled onto your back and pulled dua on top of you. she sat up so that she could actually breath and see your face.

"i had a bloody good time last night" dua smirked as she rubbed your cheek.

"same... we should do this more" you said as you pecked her on the lips.

"except we can't" dua said in a deeper voice as her face turned as red as a tomato.

"what do you mean?" you questioned as you sat up because you already knew shit was about to go down.

"we can't do this. i'm sorry YN. it's just really not going to work. matt is already suspicious and if he finds out he's going to really really me mad. like seriously what if he tries to kill one of us. and i genuinely love him. a lot. and i feel like a total asshole going and fucking another person." dua sighed.

"what the fuck? you act like you love him. you really don't. you obviously didn't when you called me again last night saying that you were horny and you need me." you argued back.

"you can't tell me how i feel! i love you but i love him too. can you imagine the situation you pt me in?" dua said.

"so now this is my fault?! i wasn't the one who asked you out. i wasn't the one who decided to hook up last night." you said.

"and if you think matt could kill one of us from his anger, that is purely psychological. i don't think it's fucking safe to date someone who literally carries a pocket knife around with them" you said again.

"i'm sorry but my relationship with my boyfriend of a fucking year is probably a little more important than my relationship with my girl friend of less than two months" dua argued.

"dua i don't understand why you are making this so fucking hard! if you don't wanna be with me that's fine, i understand, but you don't need to start shaming me about it. and you told me you loved me. and you said you would love me forever." you said.

"and i do love you! i just am scared matt is going to find out. and i'd rather stay with him because i love him and if we found out one of us would probably end up dead." dua groaned.

"if you love me then tell matt that it's over. you loved me when you called me last night. you loved when you fucked that absolutely shit out of me. you loved me last night. i don't understand!" you said.

you have had enough at that point. you got up out of bed and put a sweatshirt on.

"what are you doing?" dua asked.

"i'm leaving" you said.

you grabbed your bag and walked out of the door.

"but YN!!!" dua yelled.

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4 days later...

texting conversation:

dua: YN..

YN: what the fuck do you want dua

dua: i broke things off with matt

YN: WHAT

dua: because i still love you

dua: and i can't handle being away from you

YN: sooo.. are we back together now?? orrr

dua: well that's what i was gonna ask you <3

YN: ask me then...

dua: do u possibly wanna get back together?

YN: i do 🖤🖤

dua: i love you so much YN

YN: i love you too dueyyy

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that night...

you and dua were laying next to eachother in bed, almost falling asleep.

"so what was matt's reaction?" you asked.

"well.. he got really mad and he chased me with a fucking knife. that damn pocket knife." dua said.

"what the fuck?! did you call the police!" you asked.

"i did. that's how i got away. and back to you" dua said as she pecked your lips.

"i'm so happy you don't even know" you smiled.

"i know" dua said.

"i love you. and we don't need to hide this anymore." you said.

"i love you too.. and i know that too" dua said grabbing your waist and pulling you closer.

you fell asleep in her arms.

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i wish this was real life 😩😩