Julian Wells Imagine
Warnings: Drug Use, a death, and a little bit of smut
____________________Julian threw me onto my bed, his body was hovering over my own. He began to kiss down my neck.
"I sent everyone home..." I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. He pulled my shirt over my head, throwing it to the side.
"Good, but I'm sure your friends know what's up..." He said between kisses. He trailed down to stomach, as he massaged my breast in his hand.
"Yeah, but don't you like a little suspense?" I said, giving a smirk. He came back up to look me in the eyes.
"Maybe." He smiled, then kissed me. I began to tug at his belt. He pulled away, and quickly took off his pants. Julian then went and took my pants off, and hovered over my body again.
His cold hand gripped my thigh, and his teeth tugged at my underwear.
"Now, we're going to have to do this at my tempo..." Julian's voice was husky and low. He pulled my panties down, and not too long after a moan escaped my lips.
Time skip...
We laid in bed, catching our breath. My head was resting on his bare chest, and my eyes were closed. Julian played with my hair.
"That was good." He said, our breaths were getting steady.
"It was." I smiled and looked up at him. I looked down, and noticed the time. It was a half past 5.
I noticed that only around this time he's with me... or calling me. Or even doing anything that involves me.
I couldn't stand it. I felt like he just used me sometimes. I always want more time with him, but something about him makes me feel like it's ok. Even though I know it's not.
And ever since he's been off drugs he's been different... Well that's what he told me.
"You alright?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine..." I said, shyly.
Suddenly, his phone began to ring.
"Who's that?" I asked.
"Don't know." He shrugged. "Can you look in my pocket and get my phone?" He asked.
I nodded, and got up. I put on my robe, and walked towards his coat.
"Oh shit, wait!" Julian said, quickly getting out of bed, and putting on his boxers. But it was too late my hand was already in his pocket. I felt three things.
His phone. And two bags.
I slowly pulled the items out of his coat pocket, and looked at it. A call from 'Rip', a bag of weed and a bag of cocaine. I set the phone down.
Julian stood there staring at me with wide eyes.
"Y/N... Please--" Julian tried to say, but I cut him off.
"Get out." I said.
"Please don't do this, just pl--"
"GET THE FUCK OUT!" I yelled throwing the bags at him. The bags hit him in his face, then fell to the floor. "You lied..."
"Y/N--" Julian stepped towards me and put his hands on my arms.
"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!" I slapped his hands away, and pushed him back. "Take your shit and leave!"
Julian clenched his jaw, and put on his shirt, pants, and shoes. He harshly grabbed his coat, and walked out the room.
I slammed the door behind him, and leaned back against the door. A tear rolled down my face, and I slowly sank onto the floor, holding my knees up to my chest.

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