yours and only yours.

8. her place. (smut)

a/n: PARTYNEXTDOOR 😻😻😻😻😻

you stood over your bathroom sink, brushing your curly hair. detangling it was the worst part, because it took forever. you hear a knock at the door and yell that you'd be there in a second. with karissa's tee shirt on, you open the door. you're met with karissa's face, and bloody hands holding flowers.

"what are you-holy shit, your hands, jesus christ! are you okay? your nose is bleeding."

"yeah yeah i'm fine. hey nice shirt, where's it from?" karissa smiles.

"no come on, put the flowers on the table. thank you. and come into the bathroom. you're staying here tonight."

"no morgan. i'm fine."

"shut up you aren't fine. sit on the counter." you point to the bathroom counter.

karissa sighs. "yes ma'am." she hops on counter. "ow. fuck."

you kneel on the floor between karissa legs, and look underneath the sink for first aid.

karissa laughs, as you grab the box of first aid.

"what is so funny?"

"it looks like you're about to give me head, morgan."

"why? you want some?" you smirk.

"are you offering?"

your smile fades, "just kidding. horny fuck."

"oh. sorry."

"how about some music?"

"fuck yeah."

you open your phone and play "sex on the beach" by partynextdoor, and smile. "i fucking love this song."

you sway to the music, and karissa looks at you as you open an alcohol pad. "okay, this is gonna sting, so just uh, fair warning."

you wipe karissa's cheek with the alcohol pad, and she winces. "i'm sorry love. it'll be over soon. promise."

you grab her hand from her lap, and run your fingers over her palm. "jesus. who'd you fight?"

"uh, i don't know if i should tell you."

"karissa. who'd you fight."

"promise you won't get mad."

"just tell me. promise."

"caleb.."

"you-"

"mateo.."

"the kids from school?!"

"i blacked out. i was trying not to freak out when you told me."

"so where'd you go once you left??"

"i found him in the courtyard."

"found him? you fucking hunted him down?!"

"nobody fucks with you. not even a dipshit kid. i said i'd take care of it. so i did. i think i broke his nose. i just kept fucking punching him. i blacked out."

"holy shit." you smile, and turn up the music. "you heard this song yet?"

"no ma'am."

"you might need stitches on that hand of yours." you take karissa's left hand in yours, and flip it over. "yep. we're gonna have to cut it off."

"oh shit. don't say that!"

you laugh, "why not?"

"because it isn't funny."