☆ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, A boy discovers his
dead lover faked her death
for years to escape her old life
The words written were undeniably hers.
"Even in death, he's still mine.
Remember that.
𝐋♥︎𝐯𝐞, 𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥."
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YOU FELT THE RAYS OF MY IMMENSE LOVE
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Y/N WANDERED INTO FINN AND MILLIE'S shared room. It was also neatly decorated like it was in the living room. "And best friends share clothes!" Y/n happily sang, throwing open Millie's closet door.
"Y/n, I get it. You guys aren't friends—"
"No, Finn. We were never friends. Can't you see that?" Finn was now getting dressed alone, now only having his pants on. "You were too stupid to realize that she just wanted you."
Y/n was looking through her clothes, throwing the ones she didn't like on the bed. "And then I die, and she just steals you." Finn rolled his eyes, picking up the thrown articles of clothing.
"You were dead. She didn't steal you from me; you wouldn't have died if you wanted me so badly." The way they spoke sounded normal to them now; Finn had reached the acceptance stage of his grief.
"It's like you just forgot what I told you." Y/n scoffed. Finn's face was emotionless while she was ranting to him. "Ugh. Whatever. Go ahead and have your little perfect British girl." She huffed.
"Your little pillow princess British girl that probably can't even make you cum." Y/n retorted, Finn walked towards her, but she was too busy looking at Millie's clothes to notice.
"Hey! This is my shirt!" Y/n yelled, picking off the rack. She got a closer look. "Y/n." Finn muttered.
Y/n put the shirt closer to her face to take a quick whiff before extending her arm, so the sweater was away from her nose. "What mysterious odors she has." Y/n scrunched her face in disgust.
"Y/n."
"Jesus Christ, Finn— What?!" Y/n turned to see Finn's lustful eyes, one hand brushing over her tailbone. Their faces were nearly touching; Finn glanced at her lips while she did the same.
"She's made me cum many times."
Y/n was now red; using the hung-up shirt, she smacked him directly in his chest."You disgusting little creep! Get away from me." Y/n pushed him away, shutting her eyes tightly.
Finn let himself fall on the bed, erupting in laughter. Not even noticing that Y/n was still naked until he felt her bare pussy now touching his naked stomach, straddling him.
"Get off—"
Y/n covered his mouth. "Ha! Doesn't feel so good getting your mouth covered, doesn't it?" Now he could quickly push her off; maybe she knows that, but Finn was too struck by the suddenness to move instead.
