Twilight Preferences and Imagines

Emmett Cullen x OC Smut Request for @adoreblvsh

This fabulous and long-awaited request is for the lovely adoreblvsh, I hope you like it! This will contain smut in it, so be advised for that. And I did some research only to find out that this is the first one shot I've ever written for Emmett Cullen, so I will try my best to get his character right! I apologize in advance if I somehow go out of character for him, lovely readers! Now, imma shut up, and let's get to the story!

Kyara's POV

Going to school in Forks, Washington, was never what I wanted to do with my life. But when Mom and Dad moved there at the start of my freshman year, I had no choice but to follow them and deal with the cold, wet, rainy weather constantly hanging over the town. I guess being half-vampire on my dad's side means the sun always hates me and makes my skin glow at school just when I was living in California. My name is Kyara, and I'm a vampire-human hybrid. This is the story of how I apparently hated someone so bad it turned into hate-fucking, if you'll pardon my language. Now, let's begin my story, shall we? We shall!

I slowly walked into the girls' locker room to change into my gym clothes for my second period of the day when he showed up by accident and the women lost their collective shits. And who is this "he" that I'm referring to, you may ask yourself? Well, the "he" that I really don't want to name but have to is Emmett Cullen, resident beefcake of my sophomore class and secret vampire, thereby making him a member of the Cullen vampire coven, who I call the Olympic Coven so I remember better; I sometimes have a bad memory when it comes to Emmett's family even though I have no issues with the rest of them, but that's neither here nor there. I groaned when I heard some of the girls fawn over him and muttered, "You have got to be kidding me right now."

"What? You got a problem with me sharing your room, dear?" Emmett asked while slamming my locker closed, almost on my fingers, may I add! I didn't look at him since I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of answering his very stupid questions; he knew what they were anyway since I'd told them to him numerous times, so it didn't really matter what I said in the first place. Emmett stared at me and I didn't say anything, which forced a laugh from deep in his chest to come out and he asked, "You really don't like me, do you?"

"And that's the one good thing you've said all day, you walking talking ape!" I growled at him while fruitlessly body checking past him to the showers to change into my gym clothes without his prying male eyeballs seeing my goods. Yes, I was used to changing in front of men when I absolutely had to do so, but I was for sure as hell in a handbasket not changing in front of Emmett Cullen; if he wanted to see me naked, I'd have to blind him first. When I got to the showers, I turned one on so it could serve as a distraction while I continued dressing without any problems. I didn't hear the shower head shut off until cold hands touched my shoulders and I jumped a mile into the air; Emmett had followed me in here, it would appear. I yelped, "Son of a bitch! Are you trying to kill me?!"

He shook his head and answered, "No, I'm not trying to kill you or see your boobs before I have to. I am here because you didn't give me a chance to explain why I was here in the first place." I cocked an eyebrow at him and he continued, "The men's gym is being cleaned currently due to someone having very explosive diarrhea and failing to flush properly. So the janitor told us to use the girls' locker room to get ready."

I looked past him and saw the rest of the boys who were in my second period Gym class, including the other vampire called Jasper, teetering on their feet watching me; I'd managed to get a towel over my chest for my modesty. What Emmett had said was true, and I was so screwed if I had to change in his presence. While keeping the towel around my naked chest, I stated, "So it would appear you are correct, Cullen. And I don't have to like it, so keep your eyeballs to yourself while you change, and we'll get along swimmingly." I said that last bit through my teeth, but he didn't have to know that, did he? I hoped he didn't, but something in his amber eyes told me he did hear my tone. This wasn't going to be good.