Marvel Imagines

High?

A/n Man its been a while since I posted in this set of imagines. I apologize for my absence. I am in my senior year so deciding what to do with my life is really the only thing I have thought about. Also started cosplaying on Tiktok so a bit crazy. Anyway this is based off the song 'Why'd you only call me when you're high' by Arctic Monkeys. Enjoy. Any character your heart desires. ;)

I watched as he entered my apartment, while everyone else slept he was here once again to fulfill his needs and nothing more. He came in with one thing on his mind. His hands tracing my hips and waist as he lead my backwards against the door.

"I left several messages." His voice was husky and low. I shook my head letting out a chuckle.

"Why do you only call me when you are high?" My voice came out snarky but I am tired of this behavior. I'm tired of trailing behind hoping for any reciprocated feelings.

"High?"

"Why'd you only call me when you are high?" I repeated, his hand trailing up to my cheek. His lips landing on mine, once again I felt myself melting into him. Not this time, I pushed him back, his eyes staying on mine. "I have work in the morning."

"But you want this too, I left you several messages trying to change your mind and yet here I am again." I felt his lips connect with mine once again. My arms wrapping around his shoulders as he lifted me up, my legs wrapping his waist. His hand gripped my thigh as he moved along my jaw. His head dipping into my neck, biting the spot he knew all too well. A soft moan escaping my lips in response to his actions.

"Come on, Baby." He whispered into my ear, nibbling my lobe in the process. I bit my lip nodding as he carried me to my bedroom. I was set on the bed, moving to remove my pajama shirt. He stopped me, leaning over me, his hand going underneath my shirt trailing upwards, the shirt following his hands as he moved gracefully.

He massaged along the way, paying special attention to my nipples. My head falling back as more moans escaped me. His smirk only grew, he knew he had me wrapped around his finger.

He knew every single way to make me come undone. I was putty in his hands, nothing more. Just his way out of whatever he had going on that week. I'm pissed. Not that he keeps doing it but the fact that I keep going along with it. I was the one to develop feelings in all of this.

He made it painfully clear that he was never here for anything more. Just a quick fuck, but this felt different. He took his time, is my mind clouded with infatuation to see this is just like the rest of the 3 am calls? Maybe, but I guess why me? He clearly could get anyone he wanted but he chose me. These reoccurring thoughts were always present after such events. I watched as he moved off the bed and pulled on his boxers and clothes.

"Why do you only phone me when you're high?" I asked, he only ignored my question and grabbed his keys leaving my apartment once more. Tears that had formed now falling into the pillow beneath me. Why do I continue to do this?

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My phone rang several times beside me as I stared at it. Time 2:36 AM. Several pings signifying text messages being sent in between calls. I put my phone on silent as I return to my spot, trying to fall asleep once again. The minute I felt my eyes begin to shut once more, there was a banging on my door.

"Come on Y/n. I know you are there." His voice resonated in my apartment. I stood up moving to the door. I opened it crossing my arms.

"Leave. I won't do this anymore." His eyes looked over my form as he made his way into my apartment. I hit his arm, "I said get out!"

He closed the door locking it, pulling me to my bedroom. "Let go of me!" He wrapped his arms around me. I froze in my spot. His head falling to the crook of my neck.  He was embracing me, nothing more. I slowly wrapped my arms around him and he held me tighter. I pulled myself away, his eyes holding regret and sadness.

"Come on." I led him to the bed, allowing him to shed his pants. I got in bed next to him and he pulled me to him. His arm wrapping around my middle and his chin resting on the top of my head. I stared at his chest. What is this?

His arms held me tighter to him. His chest moving erratically as he cried. I looked up at him as he tried burying his face in the pillow. I brought a hand to his cheek and brushed away the wetness.

"I'm sorry." His voice was low and tired.

"Rest, if you stay til morning we can talk." I stated, my heart hurting as I betrayed my own will to push him away. Now to see if he stays the night or leaves me alone once again.