Boy best friend/enemy one-shots

Valentine's Day

Its Valentine's Day and your still single. There is only one boy you ever really...loved. Though that boy, is your best friend. His name is h/n. He has beautiful hair, and perfect eyes. The cutest face, softest lips. You know he doesn't like you, because you guys always talk about this stupid girl, Patricia. He always calls her cute and pretty. Just as you were deep in your thoughts, your phone buzzes. It is him. The boy you love. You answer quickly. "Hey y/n" he says in a sad voice. "what's wrong peach?" You ask, as your worries fill your face. "My date stood me up." He responds carelessly. "I'm sorry, would you like me to come over?" You suggest. "Yo you're the one who stood me up. Fuckin gremlin." He grins. "Ok I'm on my way" you say with a smile. He always pretends you two have plans to make you laugh. 

Just as you arrive to his house, and walk in the door, he is standing there with roses, and a little brown fluffy teddy bear with a tie. "Come in, y/n" He pleads. He isn't dressed up. Though its ok, he's wearing grey sweatpants and a white shirt. He looks like he just got out of the shower. His wet hair is so hot. The way he smells just turns you on. Keeping your thoughts to yourself, you follow him upstairs. You both are upstairs. There is shit all over his bed. He throws it on the ground. "Looks like you really tidied up the place for me." you say with raised eyebrows and a grin. He sat down on his chair, ignoring you. You're wearing a black hoodie with nothing underneath, and camo pants. "Damn your room is really hot." you say, dying. You sit down on his bed. You're in a 4-month relationship with a boy who isn't really your type. He is really short. He also thinks he is buff. Like he could beat up your dad, but he can't even handle you sitting on him. You still haven't told h/n, who knows how he will react. You're texting your boyfriend, when h/n walks over to you.

You instantly hide your phone. "Who ya texting?" h/n asks. "Nobody" you answer, looking at your feet. He rips your phone out of your hand and reads the messages out loud. (The underlined is you) "Hey. Hello? Wyd? Drinking with Micheal, you should come over and have a beer. Oh, I would but I can't. Why? I'm at h/n's House. Thats too fucking bad for him, I'll beat his ass before he can blink. Lol come over you whale. Please stop calling me that. Whatever you fucking horse. Come over so I can get some pussy, or I will-" you cut him off, grabbing your phone out of his hand. Tears were forming in your eyes because he invaded your privacy and now, he will probably beat the shit out of your boyfriend. "I have to go" you say walking out of his house. 

You get in your car and you're just sitting there, crying. You don't want to go to his house. Every time they take turns with you, using you. You're in the driver's seat, with your knees up and your face is buried in your hands. H/n walks out of the house, getting in a passenger's seat. You try to wipe your tears like nothing is wrong. "You forgot your teddy bear and flowers" he says with a sweet smile, handing them to you. "Please don't hurt him" You simply ask avoiding eye contact. You then start the car and make your way over to your boyfriend's house.

Once you arrive, and walk inside you smell weed, cigarettes, and beer. "Ah smells just like my dad's garage." H/n says. "What the hell are you doing with my whore?" Your boyfriend aske h/n. "She's not yours, or a whore." H/n snapped. "Why would you want this whale anyway? She's fat and stupid." Your boyfriend asked h/n grinning. "Why wouldn't I?" He asked. He walked over to you, grabbing your hair and pulling it all the way to his bedroom, as you started crying. You fell to the floor holding your head, in pain. "Get up and strip" He demanded. You didn't so he grabbed you by your shirt and hit the side of you head. H/n must have been taking his sweet time because by the time he got there your hoodie and bra were already ripped off. He was sucking and biting your nipples with his disgusting breath.

H/n walked in the room. He walked up to your boyfriend and punched him. He fell to the ground. You noticed your tears going away. They fought and you realized you had blood dripping from your nipple. He must have bitten it too hard. The stinging pain made it hard for you to move. You grunted in pain and h/n looked at you in shock. He realized you didn't have a shirt on. Your perky boobs sticking up in the air and you panicked. H/n found himself getting hard, but he didn't pay attention to himself only to get you help. He picked you up, so you were over his shoulder. 

He put you in the passenger seat and started driving away. "Are you ok?" asked glancing over at you. "My tit is losing blood so no" you said shaking. 

Once y'all arrived at his house he sat you on the counter in his bathroom and cleaned you up. He couldn't help but get a little turned on as you breathed fast and let your head fall back in pain. He gave you a hoodie and let you sleep over. "Thank you, h/n" you said, as you couldn't sleep. He looked at you and blushed. "Happy Valentine's Day"

Slay this is really drama filled