sexual. || Enoch O'Connor (completed)

s i x t e e n

I'm really sorry this is sooooooooo late, and kind of sucks. Merry Crims everyone. I hope you're all having a good day/night. Have a merry Christmas and a happy new year everyone.

Much love.

"I have a few things in mind."

Olive smirks and pulls me to her room.

I look around as she goes to her wardrobe. I turn towards her and she holds a guitar. I widen my eyes in surprise.

"Teach me how to play," she says with a confident smile.

"This is slightly anticlimactic... sure, I'll teach you." I say.

"You haven't let me finish, you teach me how to play and..." she looks around, "you and Enoch act out my stories." She says and crosses her arms. I almost laugh, if it wasn't for her evil smirk I probably would have.

"Like a play?" I ask. "Sort of, here read this." She says and hands me a journal filled with writing pointing to the middle of a page.

Enoch takes my hair in one hand as he kisses down my-

"Oh my g-"

"It's either that or I tell Miss P." Olive says.

"Okay... I'll do it, but how are you supposed to know if we did it?" I ask. She quirks an eyebrow and closes the journal and pushes it into my chest.

"I have my ways."

"And then she just walked out." I explain to Enoch as he rearranges the hearts in jars.

"That doesn't seem that bad." He says with a shrug. I quirk an eyebrow and flip to a random page. I clear my throat and begin to read,

"Enoch pushes me roughly against the wall and pins my arms above my head. He attacks my neck with kisses before ripping my clothes off."

Enoch's eyes widen. "And, you're saying Olive wrote that?" He asks, I reply with a nod. "I have to admit it's kinda hot." He shrugs. I gasp a little and shrug and nod.

I turn the page of the book and almost choke.

Threesome.

"She is way less innocent than I thought, there's a threesome one, and it's a newer one." I say. Enoch takes the book away and he begins to read it out loud.

"Threesome. I groan against Enoch's lips, he pulls away and furrows his brows-"

"You do that a lot," I laugh a little.

He reads a little more in his head and smirks.

"Were doing this one." He says with a devilish smile.

I snatch the book away form him and glance over it quickly. My eyes widen as I read the other persons name,

Edgar.

"Enoch! You know what he did to me, I can't just let that go!" I whisper angrily at him. "I understand that but maybe if I'm there you'll be okay, and if we give him what he wants he'll leave you alone." He explains and cups my cheek. "It's still a no." I say and pull away from him. "I don't think we should do this at all..." I say, regretting that I ever agreed to this in the first place. He runs a hand through his already messy hair. I bite my lip nervously and walk out of his room and back into Olive's.

She sits on her bed, her nails gently tapping against the cover of a book as her eyes scan over the words.

"I'm sorry, I can't do it." I say and hand the book to her. She stands up, a slight smirk on her face. "I knew you couldn't, I suppose that means I'll have to tell Miss Peregrine." She says and takes the book from me. I furrow my eyebrows.

"You don't have any proof." I say when I realize that she in fact doesn't. "What?" She hisses. "You have no proof of me and Enoch. How sad, but wait... I could simply tell Miss Peregrine what you've been writing and that you're telling a lie if you still choose to tell her, and of course you do have an entire journal full of these writings." I say, a playful smirk forming on my face. Her eyes widen in terror. "I won't tell if you don't." I whisper. She gulps and nods. "Good. I'll be going now." I say and leave.

"I have solved our problem." I say to Enoch as I enter his room. He slightly ignores me and looks down at his sketches. "Hello? Are you there?" I say and laugh a little, which is my poor attempt at lightening the mood. Once again, he ignores me and keeps his eyes glued to his sketch book. I bite my lip and walk up to him. "Hey, look I'm really sorry but I couldn't just open up like that to... anyone." I say softly and place my hand on his arm. He pulls away and faces his back to me. "Enoch, please listen to me." I say, my voice slightly squeaking. He straightens his back and turns towards me, his eyes filled with lust.

"You're cute when you're persistent." He says lowly and leans down. I stick my bottom lip out and he gently grabs it with his teeth. "Mmm, kinky." I mumble and connect our lips. I hear him drop his sketch book and he puts his hands under my butt. I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist. His hands rest on the bottom of my thighs, mine on the back of his neck and playing with his soft dark hair.

Someone clears there throat and Enoch quickly puts me down. I turn around to see a flustered Jake with a slightly reddened face. "It's time for our walk." He says quickly and turns around, walking away quickly.

"Why do people always have to walk in on us?" Enoch whispers and kisses the back of my neck.

"It must be our luck."