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Busted || Alex [Wizards Beyond Waverly Place]

Y/n's voice broke through the quiet of Alex's bedroom, sharp and raw. "Enough!" she cried, tears streaming down her face. Alex tossed the dildo onto the bed, and Y/n collapsed, curling into herself. The pain was unbearable, like fire in her skin.

"Hey, calm down," Alex said softly, pulling Y/n close. Her touch was gentle, but Y/n felt a flush of embarrassment for crying in front of her. "You took eight, four on each side. That's a lot." Y/n sobbed harder—she felt weak. When she'd used the dildo on Alex, she'd handled twenty-five on each side like it was nothing. "It's okay."

Y/n tried to sit up but winced, the sting shooting through her. "It hurts," she whimpered, burying her face in Alex's shoulder. Alex stifled a laugh, wiping Y/n's tears with her thumb.

"Alex, you asleep?" Billie's voice called from the hall. "You gotta hear this—the girl with social anxiety cast a spell and turned the professor's teeth into frogs. It was hilarious!" The door creaked open, and Billie froze, eyes wide, as she saw Y/n and Alex tangled in the sheets. "Oh, shit."

Alex yanked the blanket over them, her face red. Y/n, mortified, scrambled to cover herself, the movement sending another jolt of pain through her. She yelped, collapsing back onto the bed.

"Billie, we're fine!" Alex said quickly, her voice tight. "The neighbors called you? Said they heard screaming?"

Billie turned away, hand over her eyes. "Yeah, the doorman rang me. Said it sounded like a war zone up here. You two okay?"

"We're good," Alex said, shooting Y/n a look. "Just... give us a sec to get dressed."

Billie slammed the door shut, muttering, "Gross." Y/n's face burned as she met Alex's eyes.

"You think she's traumatized?" Y/n whispered.

"Probably," Alex said, cheeks pink. "Get dressed."

"No way!" Y/n hissed, clutching the sheet. "My ass is wrecked."

Alex ran a hand through her hair, exasperated. "Y/n, you're walking out that door dressed, and you're leaving. I'll call you later."

"My clothes are in the living room," Y/n groaned. Alex slipped out, returning with Y/n's jeans and shirt, tossing them at her before heading to the door. Y/n heard Billie's voice from the hall, sharp with anger.

"What the hell were you two doing?" Billie snapped. "Is that why you told me to stay at Hailey's?"

"Why didn't you listen?" Alex shot back.

Y/n rummaged through the pile, finding only her jeans and shirt—no underwear. She glanced at Alex's dresser, digging until she found a pair of boxers. They were tiny—why was Alex so damn small? She pulled on the shirt, bracing herself for the jeans. The second the denim slid over her hips, pain seared through her, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

"You were making a scene!" Billie's voice carried through the door. "The neighbors almost called the cops!" Y/n opened the door, and Billie's eyes locked on her. Alex jerked her head toward the exit. "And you! Beating up Alex?"

Billie lunged, but Alex grabbed her arm. "Out," Alex mouthed to Y/n, pointing at the door. Y/n bolted, wincing with every step. "I'll kill you!" Billie shouted after her.

Y/n stumbled down the stairs, pain radiating through her legs. The doorman gave her a suspicious look as she passed, and she wondered if he thought she'd hurt Alex. If only he knew Alex was the one who'd destroyed her.

Halfway home, the pain became too much. Her legs screamed, and she couldn't take another step. She fumbled for her phone and called Justin, Alex's brother and her best friend.

"Come get me, please," she begged. "I can't walk."

"What'd you do?" Justin asked, already starting his car.

"I'll explain when you get here." She sent her location and hung up. Her phone buzzed again—Alex's name. She answered hesitantly. "Hello?"

"You home yet?" It was Billie's voice, not Alex's. Y/n's stomach dropped.

"N-no," she stammered, glancing around the empty street, half-expecting Billie to appear. "Still walking."

"My dad said you fell in the bathroom. You hurt?" Billie asked, her tone softer but skeptical.

"Not really," Y/n lied. "Just... hard to walk." Justin's car pulled up, and she stared at the seat, dreading the pain of sitting. "Gotta go," she said, hanging up.

Justin leaned over, eyeing her. "Y/n, how am I supposed to get in this thing without touching my ass?"

"Lie on your stomach," he suggested, smirking.

Y/n groaned, crawling into the back seat face-down, nearly falling as she shut the door. "Alex beat the shit out of me," she mumbled.

Justin burst out laughing. "For real?"

Y/n nodded, humiliated. "Yeah."