DANGEROUSXWDW

Z.H.| Kicked Out

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Falling by Chase Atlantic

Warning: this imagine briefly contains parental physical abuse.
Disclaimer: nothing against Zach's real father, this is strictly for creative purposes and don't display/resemble any real life events.

Zach's pov

"You either go off and marry that slut or you go to college. Just know that if you go through with this marriage, you'll have to find a place to stay because you sure as hell aren't welcome here," my dad shouts furiously.

"She's not a slut," I fire back, "and I love her. More than you've ever loved me. Thank you for making this choice easy for me," I turn around and start packing a bag.

My dad has always wanted me to be something I'm not; the popular quarterback, the law school graduate, the clean cut straight A student. You can imagine how displeased he was when I announced that I want to pursue a career in music. My mom supported me though. She'd always told me I could do anything as long as I want it enough-she believed in me. My mom left my dad, when she left this world. Nothing has ever been the same.

"Worthless idiot," my father spits, bringing his hand down harshly on my cheek.

The sad part is that his slap didn't hurt nearly as much as his words did.

I resume packing a large duffel bag, messily throwing in essential articles of clothing and a toothbrush.

It's been a couple of months since I walked across a stage to receive my diploma, and it's been two years since I met the love of my life. People might call me crazy, and I'd agree-I'm crazy for her.

She was the new student, and I first saw her outside at lunch break. The breeze blew her hair subtly, and she wore a sundress.

I didn't know it at the time, but she changed my life and made me a better man. Twenty-four hours ago she agreed to be my wife, my partner for life.

I zip up my bag and storm out the door, closing the door on my thoughts for the time being.

Y/n's pov

I'm captivated by the diamond ring that hugs my finger, glistening in the moonlight that peeks in from my bedroom window. It always catches my attention, distracting me from my tasks. I don't know how Zach was able to afford it.

I told my mom last night that Zach had gotten down on one knee. Let's just say she wasn't jumping for joy. Ever since I was born, it's been her dream for me to marry into a rich family. I bet she was hoping I'd marry into the royal family, but that's not her decision to make for me.

Suddenly, a quiet tapping noise emerges from my window. As I toss the covers off of me, I grab the baseball bat next to my nightstand just incase it isn't my fiancé trying to sneak in.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I see Zach on my balcony with a duffel tossed over his shoulder.

Opening my glass door, he tiptoes into my room.

"What happened?" I ask curiously, gently running my thumb over the bruise on his cheek.

"Don't worry about it baby," he pauses, "I just need to stay here for a few days, okay?"

"Okay," I respond.

I can tell he doesn't feel like talking about it so I don't press on further.

Zach puts his duffel in my closet where my mom won't see incase she decides to prance into my room without knocking.

"You tired?" I ask.

"Yeah," he answers, sliding into the other side of my bed as I slip in next to him.

I fall fast asleep in his arms, where I find happiness and peace.

Next Morning

I wake up to feel Zach kissing and sucking my neck.

"Babe," I let out a tiny chuckle, "what are you doing?"

He halts his actions only to speak, "thanking you."

"Thanking me?" I furrow my eyebrows as his lips locate my sweet spot.

"For being the best soon-to-be wife ever," he says quietly so my mother doesn't hear his deep morning voice.

I smile, and before I can get another word in, he kisses me. His soft lips made all the words on the tip of my tongue just melt away.

Before I know it, he recedes further under the covers, lifting my tank top and kissing down my stomach sending chills up my spine. He smirks at the goosebumps that cover the surface of my smooth skin. Zach loves getting a reaction out of me, it lets him know he's doing his job well.

Zach's fingers hook around the waistband of my cotton pj shorts and pull them down with my thong. I lift up the comforter to get a better view of him. His dark brown eyes show a devilish vendetta as he looks right at me and attaches his mouth to my clit.

"Oh, fuck," I breathe out contently as his tongue flicks the sensitive bundle of nerves.

A slight grin spreads across his face as his tongue darts out to tease my entrance. He knows where I'm most sensitive, and he definitely uses that to his advantage. All of a sudden he slides a finger past my folds while simultaneously flicking his tongue against my clit.

My back arches from pleasure when Zach inserts an additional finger and curls it inside me, scraping against my g-spot.

Zach notices my mouth gaping wide open, about to release a string of long moans. Knowing that it wouldn't be clever to make noise, his left hand reaches up to cover my mouth.

My hands wind themselves into his bed hair, transforming it into sex hair. My breathing quickens as a knot builds up in my stomach becoming almost unbearable.

Zach can tell that I'm ready to let go, and he kindly adds a third finger and speeds up.

His hand muffles my moans as I finally release. He lick up every last bit, his lips glistening as he does so.

My mother abruptly enters my room without knocking as expected, "what is all that noise?"

Zach thankfully stays hidden under my many covers.

"Nothing, just a bad dream," I lie.

She buys my cheap lie and walks out of my room after an annoyed "oh."

"That was close," Zach whispers.

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