Oreo

Chapter 36: Attack

A/N:
⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️

-Borderline smut & PTSD

Skip the first third-ish of the chapter if you don't want to read it.

I also was lazy with my last revise of editting, but I will go back to edit the entire book at a later time.

This was also almost gonna be a smut but the part of my brain in charge of the actual storyline had other plans so it turned angst reeeal fuckin fat, ngl.

So anyways, readers beware.  Now, on with the show.

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Romeo's POV~

The walk home gradually grew more and more uncomfortable between the two us.  Heck, the day itself had been progressively awkward at school.  Is he just jealous of all the sudden attention I was getting?  I'd ask, but I don't really want to make him snap.  I've never seen him jealous, so I'm not quite sure if he is or not. Although, we could barely hold many conversations as we kept getting interrupted by other students or teachers saying "Hi" or confronting me about the most recent events.  It wasn't like I enjoyed all the "fame" I was getting.  Quite frankly, it was annoying.   But I'd rather be pestered by praise than by insults.  Even if I wasn't used to it and even if it only causes a different kind of stress.  I'm a loner and though I may get lomely on occassion, I value my alone time a lot.

"Orion..?" I finally started, looking at the blonde nervously.  "What's wrong..?"

He didn't answer; we were crossing through the parking lot of the apartments.

I chewed the skin of my lip concerningly.  Do I ask or not?  "Are you...?  Mmh... Uh.. Nevermind..." The words slowly turned quiet.

Orion unlocked the door to our complex and entered, but -as I took a step through the threshold- his hand pulled me in by the wrist and the door was shut immediately.  A click from the lock could be heard just as my back was pressed to it and his lips crashed into mine.  He dropped his bag on the floor, pushing mine off my shoulder to join it before also removing my jacket.

"You dare... make me... wait so long... and make friends with people who just last week hated you?" He breathed between the fevorous yet sudden make-out session, grinding himself against me so hard I could feel how tightly restrained he was.

I withheld a moan, my own jeans becoming unbearably tight from the friction of our proximity.  "I didn't... mean to..."

His mouth traveled down my jaw, leaving bruises everywhere they touched as his hands got busy hooking my beltloops to pull me even closer.  He immidiately sought my sweet spot, having memorised its placement by heart.  I whined, enjoying the heated moment that had sparked but somehow not so pleased that I did.  He bit the skin on my neck, likely drawing some blood before he pulled me back to the bedroom.  Next thing I knew, he was looming over me with my back to the mattress.  He ground his hips against mine, forcing a groan to flee my throat then growled in my ear possessively.

"No one else is allowed to touch you but me." Orion stated, voice deepening in my ear and shooting tremors down my spine.

"No one else," I repreated, surprised by how fast eveything seemed to happen.  My submissive state was almost scaring me.

He removed my jeans first, an action I was grateful for but that also made my heart rate speed up.  Sex in general frightened me sometimes, but Orion managed to make everything more comfortable and appealing -even if there were difficulties adjusting at times.  I removed his shirt and bit my lip when he stuck a hand down the front of my boxers.  I palmed him through the thick, restraining fabric of his jeans, feeling myself grow harder and how tight he must've felt whilst wondering if he had felt like that the whole walk home just plotting what he was going to do.