“All alone, I sit home by the phone waitin’ for you, baby.”
Summary: Michael Jackson is the neighbor and close friend you used to spend your summers with. Only this year, he’s started to blow you off for work and you worry that you’re going to lose him to his growing stardom.
Content: fluff, miscommunication, loneliness, Jackson family dynamics, reader is referred to as ‘Naomi’, mentions of domestic abuse, flashback scenes, (wc 3.6k)
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July nights were particularly hot in Southern California.
You could hear the faint chirp of crickets from outside your bedroom window, the small bugs finally coming alive without the burden of the blazing sun.
So far the summer had been isolating. Your days were filled with neighborhood walks and dips in the pool, and while those activities were nice, you longed for your best friend to do them with.
Lying in bed, you kicked your feet up onto your wall. The small pair of sleep shorts you were wearing slid up your upper thigh, exposing the skin to the small tufts of air emitted from small fan in your room. Your mind was in a heat-induced haze, but one thought rang clear and true.
Michael.
Upon his move from Indiana to California a couple of years prior, the two of you grew close due to your closeness in age and love for swimming and water sports. But he was constantly traveling with his brothers around the country, so the days you saw him were few and far between.
But, summer was a time where things usually slowed down for them.
Longer stretches between gigs.
Time for relaxation carved out of their rehearsal schedules.
There was time for friends during the summer, time for you.
In the privacy of your bedroom, you recalled those special days where you and Michael would enjoy the weather and each other's company from dawn till dusk. Scenes of heated board game competitions, speedy races in the Jackson’s pool, and movie marathons played in your mind.
You groaned.
Ever since the summer break started and you had returned to your California home, you had been waiting around for him to have some free time like some obedient dog.
You called the Jackson home a couple of times early in June to see if Michael was home, only to be met by the voice of an apologetic housemaid who claimed that the boys were busy rehearsing for their upcoming tour. You brushed it off then, you were used to Michael’s demanding schedule. He frequently missed planned hang outs and failed to return your calls due to rehearsals running late. But after over a month of radio silence, you couldn’t help but feel forgotten. And even worse, you couldn’t help but feel needy and pathetic.
Making your way across your bedroom, you took your personal phone book into your hands and scrolled the pages.
Surely there was someone else to spend time with.
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A few houses away, Michael Jackson stared at himself in a floor-length mirror in Hayvenhurst's rehearsal studio. Beads of sweat were dripping down his face as he watched his brothers take a break by the front of the room. He wiped his face with his sleeve before joining them.
“I think we’ve just got to tighten up that last section and then we’re good.” He told his brothers.
Upon saying it out loud, his brothers erupted in groans.
“Oh come on, Mike! It’s nearly eleven and we’ve been at this all day!” Randy complained.
“Yeah Mike, let’s call it a day.” Marlon laughed. The brothers stood up again, ready to disband.
“Ten more minutes, guys! I swear we’ve almost got it perfect.” Michael said eagerly.
“No! I won’t be stuck in this room with you all summer.” Tito said hotly. “Don’t you got a life outside of this?”
“Yeah, let’s go watch a movie or something, man. Call it a night.” Jermaine said while patting Michael on the shoulder.
Michael smoothed a hand over his damp curls, consulting their words. “No, no, no movies, guys. Come on, let’s focus.”
“Fine, have fun in here by yourself.” Tito said as he excited the room, Marlon and Randy following behind him.
“No, guys!” Michael called out to get their attention, but the three had already left.
“Mike, it’s no good for you to be working yourself like this. Go call up a friend and make some plans.” Jermaine said.
“I don’t ha-“ Michael stopped himself as his brothers watched on. “I just wanna work on this for a little longer.”
“What about Naomi? Why don’t you call her? You two used to be thick as thieves.” Jackie said as he started to collect his things.
At the mention of your name Michael froze. He had meant to call you at the start of the summer but you were pushed out of his mind by the preparations for the upcoming tour. Now, he just felt guilty for inadvertently ignoring you. He wasn’t sure if he could just approach you like old times after he blew you off.
At his silence, Jackie perked up. “Uh oh, trouble with the missus?”
“She’s not my missus.” Michael stated defensively.
“Well she ain’t gonna be if you spend your whole summer in here! Call her. Come on, Jermaine.”
As the two older boys left the room, Michael resumed looking at himself in the mirror.
Lately, he’d been having trouble recognizing himself. He had been starting to see himself the way that they did- the fans, the media, all of it.
The pressure to become a greater version of himself overcrowded his thoughts, making it impossible for him to simply be. Whenever he tried to get lost in simple pleasures, his mind wandered back to the work ethic Joseph had bullied into him. Whenever he tried to get along with people his own age, he felt like a poser.
But there had been a time when it had all felt simpler.
A time where pleasure wasn’t about the rush of adrenaline at a sold out show or the rare praise he received from his father after another career milestone. A time where singing and dancing felt like a privilege instead of labor.
Allowing his mind to wander, Michael kept his hand hovering over the play button on the sound system, and he thought about a brighter time- summers past.
Cerulean ribbons of water circled your frames, shielding you both from the brazen sun. It was the summer the both of you turned eighteen- days that symbolized a shy start to the beginning of your adult lives. A milestone, a turning point.
But for now, it was just a summer day, and for now you were simply teenagers.
Michael’s hand found a lock of your hand submerged under the water and let it fall into his palm. He enjoyed the way it flexed and billowed in the pool, an image so simple but still so strikingly beautiful.
“What are you doing back there?” Your playful voice sounded from just a few inches away after feeling a tugging sensation on your head.
Michael, still shy in your comforting presence, immediately went to drop the lock of hair and swam to face you. “Me? Nothing, I wasn’t doing anything.”
“Yeah? Then what was in my hair?” You questioned daringly.
Michael shrugged, suppressing a sly expression.
“You are a terrible liar, Michael.” You said playfully as you swam away.
Michael dropped his hand from the sound system before immediately bringing it up to his face.
He felt tired. The type of tiredness that settles into your bones.
His senses felt clouded by his overwhelming thoughts and overworked body. Finally conceding, he lowered himself onto the floor and rested for a moment.
And as his mind went back to old memories and he felt that familiar pang in his chest, his body betrayed him and he quickly fell asleep.
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When Michael awoke the next morning it wasn’t to the sound of morning birds chirping, or a result of the awakening sun flashing over his eyes.
It was to the sound of his younger sister's screaming voice.
“I found him!” Janet yelled out to the others circling the property.
Michael sat up immediately and blinked away the sleep from his eyes. The lights in the studio were still on and the small blinking light of the sound system chirped from the corner.
He had fallen asleep in the rehearsal space.
Before he could move to stand, Katherine and Jackie shuffled into the room with concern ebbed onto their faces.
“Michael! What are you doing here so early? It almost gave me a heart attack when I saw your bed empty!” Katherine said loudly.
“Oh my, what time is it?” Michael asked.
Jackie quickly checked his watch before responding. “It’s nearly noon, Michael! What, were you in here all night?”
“I must have just fallen asleep. I’m sorry.” Michael said meekly. He quickly got to his feet and turned the sound system completely off.
“This is not okay, Michael. You can’t be working yourself like this.” Katherine pleaded.
“Mother, I’m fine. I just fell asleep.”
“No, no, I won’t hear of this.” Katherine dismissed whilst pacing the room. “Locking yourself in here for these long hours- I barely get to see my son anymore!”
“What’s the big deal? You got five others!” Michael quipped back.
“You-“ Katherine began.
“Come on, Mike. You’re the only one that actually likes watching those horrendous old movies with her. Don’t stick that on us!” Jackie whined.
“I want you out of this room. Now, Michael. Go wash up and make some other plans for the day, cause you ain’t spending another beautiful day locked up inside.”
“What am I supposed to do?” Michael asked earnestly.
“That’s for you to figure out, Michael. Go do something with your sister. Janice?” Katherine called out to the young girl.
Janice emitted a low groan at the suggestion. “Aw, come on Mother, don't make me hang out with him.”
“Fine. Jackie?” Katherine called out.
“I wish I could, Ma. But, Leslie’s coming over today and I don’t want any little brother of mine hanging around.”
Katherine groaned. “All of you out!” She yelled as she ushered the group out of the rehearsal studio. Janice disappeared immediately towards the gardens while Jackie jogged over to the main house.
“Don’t waste God’s beautiful day, Mikey.” Katherine said simply before tapping Michael’s chin and following Janice to the gardens.
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Going out for a late breakfast with your favorite cousin, Amaya, was the perfect cure for your loneliness. The two of you giggled over shared plates of french toast and mugs of coffee that got progressively more cold the more intense the conversations got. You left the restaurant feeling bright and fresh, like the summer still had the potential to be interesting.
You had arrived back in Encino around one in the afternoon. After peeling off your handbag and a few accessories, you settled onto the loveseat in your bedroom and picked up a magazine that was recently delivered. In your good mood, you even clicked on your radio and tuned it to your favorite channel.
It was then that your good mood came crashing down.
From your lap, a photograph of none other than Michael Jackson was staring up at you.
In the photo, Michael was beaming. There was a slight glow to his handsome, blushing face, which was thrown back in a fit of laughter.
You paused, slightly smiling at the photo. Until your eyes fell onto the thin girl that was clinging onto your friends left arm- Ms. Diana Ross.
And if that wasn’t torturous enough, the large headline read:
JACKSON AND ROSS IN GREAT SPIRITS AT LOS ANGELES GALA
Your heart stuttered as your eyes went wild looking back and forth at the pair’s beautiful faces. The two of them had made headlines before, with their curious friendship and never ending rumors of scandalous encounters. But as you sat there in your bedroom, you couldn’t help but feel hurt and blindsided by this particular article.
No wonder Michael hasn’t returned my calls.
He has other, more glamorous friends.
You longed for the companionship of your boyish best friend, but perhaps that just wasn’t who he was anymore. Maybe you were longing for something that no longer existed.
In worsened spirits, you moved to click off the radio as the opening notes of Blame it on the Boogie started to fill the room.
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Despite his mother’s orders, Michael didn’t do much that day. He more so just wandered around Hayvenhurst, peeking into rooms, not staying anywhere for too long. He skipped lunch. He was planning on skipping dinner.
Fortunately, the entire Jackson family had plans for the evening. Katherine took the girls to visit her younger sister, Hattie Mae. Jackie, Jermaine, and Tito had gone out for the night under the premise of ‘finding a new muse’, or more so finding a new fling. And Randy had borrowed Bill to take him to a baseball game.
Although he would never say it, Michael was relieved that his family was gone. Or more so, that he wouldn’t be restricted by his family’s unwavering supervision and pitiful looks at his lonesomeness. Sure he felt a little lonely, isolated by his lack of true friends and confidants, but not anymore than he usually felt.
You had been a good friend to him. Truly.
But he was too scared to approach you for the same reason you were too scared to approach him- he didn’t know if that was what you wanted. Also, he simply didn’t know how.
“Rebbie made some lemonade if you’re thirsty.” You said as you walked over to Michael, who was preoccupied with the hydrangeas that were just planted by the gardeners. At your arrival, Michael lazily looked up at you and watched as you sipped from a tall glass of the aforementioned drink. A small drop of condensation from the glass dripped onto your finger and danced down your skin. Michael traced it with his eye as it descended from your palm, to your wrist, to the meat of your arm.
“Don’t you want some?” You asked him. Michael didn’t respond with many words, instead humming a quiet ‘no’ before turning his attention back to the flowers. You sat down next to him on the brick pathway and moved to pick a stray leaf off of his neck.
At the sudden contact, Michael’s body seized up and he placed a protective hand over his head. His expression, once dazed and lost in thought, quickly transformed into one of anxiety.
You were truly startled by his sudden motion. And as you watched him now, contorted away from you, a feeling of sadness emerged from your heart. Your eyes traced over his form carefully, which was as still as the tall tree shading the two of you.
A pit formed in your stomach. His prior movement had allowed his shirt to ride up, exposing the faint blooming of purple skin on his lower stomach to your eyes.
When he snapped out of his daydream, Michael saw that his hand was quivering. And before he could give it another thought, he headed upstairs to his bedroom.
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Similarly to the previous night, you were lying on your bed with your legs kicked up onto the wall.
You had spent the rest of the day going through things in your room, finding small tokens and keepsakes you previously thought had been lost. Your new revelation about Michael’s fame triggered a downwards spiral about your own future. You felt stagnant in your own life, unlike Michael’s rising stardom.
Then, the phone rang from your nightstand.
Preserving your position, you twisted your upper body strenuously to reach the phone. The bed creaked under you with the movement.
A sigh of relief escaped your lips as your fingers grasped the device and you brought it up to your ear.
“Hello?” You muttered lazily into the phone.
You could hear someone breathing on the other end of the call. After a moment of silence you spoke again.
“Hello?”
The next thing you heard was the sound of the dial tone. The person who called had abruptly hung up on you.
“Cool.” You said under your breath before twisting to place the phone back on the hook.
The silence engulfed you once more.
“What’s all this?” You asked Michael curiously upon entering his bedroom. After closing the door behind the two of you, he turned to face where you were idly standing.
“Oh,” he chuckled, “-that.” A faint blush crept onto his face as you started to circle around the piles of mail he had received from fans recently. The piles were scattered around his bedroom floor, creating a sort of labyrinth in the once familiar environment. He joined you where you had taken a seat next to a particularly large stack.
“I mean, I know you got fan mail occasionally, but this?” You paused, motioning around the room, “This is just wild, Mike.” You took an envelope and turned it over in your hands.
“May I?” You asked coyly.
Michael smiled back at you. “Go ahead, girl. Just don’t get it mixed up in the pile, I’m trying to respond to as many as I can.”
With his permission, your fingers worked quickly to get to the letter. When you unfolded the piece of paper, a small deck of Polaroids tumbled out and hit the carpet. Naturally, you moved to pick them up.
However, upon seeing the small deck his mind went back to the last deck of Polaroids he had received- pictures of strange women in suggestive clothing, captured in multiple positions and angles. Protectively, Michael rushed to collect them, immediately hiding them in his large hands.
“What?” You mused. “I wanna see.”
You moved to take them from his hand but he kept a firm, protective grip on them- shielding them from your vision.
Noticing how his expression faltered at your persistence, you backed off and returned to the letter. “Whatever, Michael.”
Michael watched as your attention turned back to the scrap of paper. And when he knew it was safe, he allowed himself to check out the photos.
The first one was an image of a newborn baby, all swaddled up in what looked to be a hospital.
The second photo was another image of the baby, only now he was placed on a young woman’s chest. A man close in age to the woman was crouched awkwardly in the photo with a look in his eyes that could only be described as clear adoration and bliss.
“Oh, Michael! This woman said she named her son after you because her and her husband adore you!” You said in awe as you read from the letter.
Michael looked up at you as the knot in his stomach settled. Pictures of a newborn baby.
He breathed a sigh of relief and then passed you the photos without a word.
“Is that why you hid the photos?” You teased. “You wanted the first peek of the baby?”
Michael smiled, slouching against the paneling of his dresser. “Don’t be silly, Naomi. I didn’t know what those pictures were.”
“Well, Jesus, the way you fought me for them made me think I was about to see something horrible.”
Michael sighed. “You never know.” He said quietly, mostly to himself.
The phone rang again a couple of minutes later. This time you were a little more slow to answer it.
“Hel-“
“Naomi,” You heard Michael say through the phone. “It’s me- Michael.”
As soon as you heard his voice you swung your legs over until they hit the carpeted floor.
“Michael,” You said carefully, “Uhm- hi, hey. How are you?”
He was quiet on the other end for a moment. “It’s been…. uhm-“ he began.
“Is everything okay?” You blurted out before you could think about it.
He breathed slowly. “No, not really. I’m sorry, Naomi. You know- for not returning your calls.”
Your eyes fell onto the magazine you had been reading earlier, the one of Michael and Diana embracing. A twinge of jealousy appeared in your stomach. But you brushed those thoughts away and tried to focus on Michael.
“I understand, Michael. You’re a very busy guy these days. It makes sense why you wouldn’t have time to hang out. I’m not mad or anything.”
“I just- I don’t know. I guess I thought you’d be mad at me for sort of blowing you off.” He took a breath. “And then so much time had passed and I didn’t know how to approach you again.”
“I mean, I was a little disappointed at first,” you said quietly into the receiver. Michael’s breathing paused for a moment, awaiting your next words. “But, Mike, I was more just worried about you.”
His heart leapt. “You were worried about me?”
You smiled. “Of course I was! I was thinking about you consta-“ You cleared your throat to avoid finishing the sentence you had regretfully started.
Michael’s tone switched. “Constantly, huh girl?”
“Oh, quiet. Don’t make me out to be like one of your fan girls, Mike.” You giggled into the phone and heard Michael do the same.
“Aren’t you though?”
“Sure, Michael Jackson. I’m your biggest fan.”
Michael hummed into the receiver. “Mhm, my number one girl.”
“You don’t wanna leave me, but I’m tryna self-discover. Keep me in your orbit and you know you’ll drag me under.”
Summary: Billy comes looking for you after you step out on him to go to Tina’s Halloween Party.
Content: alcohol consumption, billy’s mean asf, cursing, slight degrading language, (slut, whore), not really proofread, (wc 2.8k)
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The sound of The Cure’s latest cassette was playing from the corner of your room as you finished applying mascara to your lashes. Tonight, Tina was throwing a house party to celebrate the start of the summer break. You had just finished your junior year at Hawkins High.
Setting the tube of mascara into a small bowl on your dresser, you rose out of your vanity to find your black kitten heels. But as soon as you spotted them, you heard the roar of a car engine pulling into your driveway, followed by a small thud of the car door closing.
You grab the heels with one hand and head out of your bedroom to the foyer, balancing on each foot as you slide them onto your feet. Before you reached the staircase to the ground floor, you heard your front door open and close.
“You up there, sweet thing?” You heard a voice beckon from downstairs. Smiling to yourself, you break into a small jog to meet your boyfriend in the front.
Once his eyes hit your figure descending the stairs, a cheshire cat grin spreads across his face, before turning skeptical and reserved.
“Hey, baby,” you smize as you fall into his arms. You extend yourself onto your toes, placing a small kiss on the crook of his jaw.
“What are you doing here?” You ask.
His hands settle against the small of your back. “What, a guy can’t come out to see his girl when he wants to?” You giggle and his hands reach the hem of your skirt, testing.
“What’s all this? What are you so dressed up for?” Billy questions.
“I’m going to Tina’s tonight. Don’t you remember her inviting the lunch table earlier this week?”
A puff of air leaves his mouth. “Yes, I remember. I just don’t remember saying that we were going.”
Your eyebrows sink. “Well- I just figured we were. We go to all of her parties.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m just- not feeling it tonight. Plus, I’m supposed to be in charge of Max.”
“Oh. Well, I guess I can just go on my own then. Don’t worry about it,” you reassure him. Your body angles away from him slightly to pull away but his hands remain cemented on you.
“Whaddya mean ‘go on your own’. You’re not going anywhere tonight.” He says, staring down at you.
You scoff. “Why the hell not?”
“Cause- you can’t go without me.” He states. “You’re my girlfriend.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to go anywhere without you.”
“No, it means that your not allowed to go to parties without me. Do you know how many greedy bastards there are out there? Looking where they’re not supposed to? Trynna touch where they’re not supposed to?”
“I can hold my own, Billy. I’ll be fine, promise.” You assert.
He takes a small step back from you, taking you in with his eyes. The short skirt, low-cut top, dark red lips.
“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere dressed like that without me.”
“Dressed like what? Billy, I dress like this all the time.”
“Yeah, and it’s fine when I’m around. But I’m not. So, just lose the slutty outfit and you can hang out with me tonight.”
“I don’t wanna babysit with you, okay? I told Tina I’d be there and I’m going!” You huff.
“Hey! Watch your tone with me.” Billy said. “You’re not going to that party without me, so drop it. Honest to God woman, you’re starting to get on my nerves.” His hands fly up to his face, rubbing softly against his jaw.
Turning on your heel, you rummage around in the coat closet for a few moments before pulling away with your purse and a denim jacket. Slinging it over your arm, you return to your place in front of Billy. You didn’t want to leave him so mad at you.
“I’ll catch up with you this weekend, okay? We can- I don’t know, go for a drive, or I’ll come by your basketball game at the park.”
You reach up to place a hand on his denim-clad shoulder, but he brushes you off.
“If you walk out the door dressed like that- don’t fucking bother.”
A sharp pain shoots through your chest at his harsh words. Sure, Billy had been overprotective sometimes, but he was never cruel.
“Billy-“
“I mean it. You go out there dressed like that? You’re gonna get exactly what you’re asking for.”
With a sunken demeanor, your mouth flies open.
“You’d break up with me over something stupid like this?” you cry.
“‘s not stupid. It’s disrespectful.”
You look at him once more before pressing your shoulders back and tilting your head up.
“Fine. Whatever, Billy.”
And with that, you swung the door open and started the six block walk to Tina’s.
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“Oh, Billy isn’t with you?” Your friend Tina asked you from behind a Red Solo cup. She was leaned against the wall in a hallway off the foyer of her home, a guy from your Latin class clinging onto her waist. You knew that she had a thing for your boyfriend, but you didn’t make a thing out of it.
“He’s busy,” you replied curtly, ducking past her to get to the kitchen.
Once you arrived, you immediately dunked a plastic cup into the bowl of punch and started chugging. Sure you had gotten what you wanted- you were here at the party, wearing your tiny outfit, drinking something that tasted like it was made by someone with their eyes closed- but the argument you had with Billy moments prior was weighing on your mind.
Was that it?
The relationship was over because of a small skirt?
You figured Billy wouldn’t be that crushed. It was only a matter of time before he had a new girl on his arm, and for a moment, Tina popped up in your head.
Yeah, good luck with him. He’s all yours.
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The obnoxious engine of Billy’s blue Camaro roared in the parking lot of Hawkins’ most popular arcade. They had agreed on an eight thirty pick-up, and with every passing minute Billy grew agitated.
He grunted once, then layed on the horn.
Max appeared a moment later and immediately saw Billy in the parking lot. With a scowl, she stomped over to the car and ripped open the door.
“Jesus, Max. You're lucky I even agreed to pick you up. Get in the car.” Billy yelled from the open window.
Max chose not to say anything. She sat down in the passenger's seat and stared down at her hands.
“The fucks wrong with you?” Billy asked, like it pained him to care.
“It’s none of your business. Let’s just go home.” She huffed.
“It becomes my business when it’s making you late, wasting my time.”
“Oh, please. ‘Wasting your time.’ I know you’ve got nothing better to do.”
“You know what? Just sit there and keep your mouth shut. Forget I even asked.”
And with that, his car roared to life and the two zoomed out of the lot.
“And for your information, I do have things to do. I’m going out after I drop you off at home.” Billy hissed.
“No you’re not- Mom said you had to order dinner for us.”
Billy made a particularly sharp turn, sending Max cowering into her seat.
“Whatever, Max. Order your own fucking pizza. I need to find my whore of a girlfriend.”
Max perked up at that. “Don’t call her that, Billy. God, I don’t know why she puts up with your sorry ass.”
“Shut your mouth.” He barked.
The two of them sat in silence until the car pulled up next to their home. Billy put the car in park and stared down at his hands gripping the wheel. Max sprang for the car door and slammed it shut behind her.
And before Max made it into the house, Billy was already speeding towards Tina’s.
——-
You were on your third drink when you started to feel out of place at the party. It was lonely, really. People approached you but you could feel them looking for Billy, who they assumed would be in your vicinity.
It had been like that for a while, people assuming you came as a package deal. Whether it was out of a sense of possessiveness or pure admiration, Billy often showed up wherever you were.
You thought it was weird that he hadn’t burst through the doors of the party and started eyeing down the crowd looking for you.
Surely, he still cared? At least a little bit?
A quivering sigh left your mouth as you set down your near empty plastic cup on the kitchen counter.
Were you really throwing away your relationship for this dumb party? Hell, it wasn’t even that much fun.
You started to feel stupid in your outfit. All glittering makeup and tight clothes. It was nothing but a cheap reflection of the girl you thought you could be.
With one last look around the room, you turned on your heel and disappeared out the back door, unbeknownst to you that Billy had just parked his Camaro in front of Tina’s.
“Hey, where is she?” Billy called to the first guy he recognized from the basketball team. People gawked as he entered the room, but Billy wasn’t focused on them.
“Hey! I asked you a question,” Billy said hotly. The guy opened his mouth to speak, when suddenly he felt someone wrap a hand around his bicep. He let out a puff of air, ready to face you again.
Only it wasn’t you, it was Tina.
He shrugged her grip off his arm and looked down at her. “You seen her? Was she here?”
Tina’s face flickered a hint of disappointment before quickly conforming back to that of pure adoration.
“Yeah, she was here. I think I saw her leave a couple of minutes ago though. She was with some blonde guy, practically dragging him out by his belt buckle.” She chuckled lightly, eyeing Billy’s reaction. “ ‘s a real shame. But, I always knew you deserved better than her.”
Billy stilled under the collective gaze of the room. He ran a hand up and down his jawline. “What guy?”
Tina blinked, unsure how to proceed. “It-it doesn’t matter really. Hey, why don’t you just enjoy the party!”
She leaned in and spoke in a hushed tone. “Do you want to join me upstairs? I can help you get your mind off that slut.”
Billy pulled back slightly and looked at her face.
There was a time, before you, where he would’ve gotten a hard-on from shit like that. Girls throwing themselves at him, like putty in his hands.
And yes, he used to love the attention. He loved the way it made him feel- popular and in control.
But as he looked down at Tina’s face, he felt something snap in his brain. Like, he remembered why he came down here in the first place.
Not to punish you for leaving him.
Not to drag you back home.
All he wanted was to protect you, and he wasn’t about to lose anymore time entertaining Tina.
Without a word, Billy made his way out the front door and got in his car. He was going to find you before something happened with that guy.
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After about 18 minutes of walking, the combination of cheap liquor, loud noises, and leftover heartache from your argument with Billy rendered you tired. When you left the party, you walked in the direction opposite of your house so that your nosey neighbors wouldn’t catch this sight of you late at night. It seemed like a smart idea at the time, but as your legs grew more sluggish you wished you had just gone home.
Now, you found yourself in front of a small gas station with blinking fluorescent lights and a humming generator. With nowhere else in mind, you opened the door to the small store.
It was near empty. You could only see two guys a little older than you standing near the coffee station. Sighing, you dragged yourself over to the fridges in hopes of getting either water or a Gatorade.
The plastic wattle bottle felt heavy in your hands. Cold. Slick with condensation.
You turned it over in your hands a couple of times as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
“Sorry, can I just-“ You heard a voice say from somewhere close. Immediately you straighten up and turn towards the sound. It was one of the guys from the coffee area. He was tall, had the darkest hair you had ever seen, and equally dark eyes. His hand gestured to the fridge of waters you were blocking.
“Right, sorry,” you say shyly before backing up.
“You’re alright,” he responds coolly, stepping towards the fridge. “Long night?”
A sigh falls from your lips. “You have no idea.”
“Oh, that good, huh?” He chuckles sarcastically.
You give him a harrowing, yet playful, glare as he closes the door to the fridge.
“Whatever it is, I bet my night was worse.” He challenges.
You sling your purse higher on your shoulder. “Oh, poor you. What happened?” You giggle.
“Well, I just got back to Hawkins. Cause I’ve been at college in California.”
”Mhm,”
“I met up with a few buddies of mine from high school at this bar a few blocks away,”
“Sullivan’s?” You pondered.
He huffed a laugh. “Yeah, and as soon as we got our drinks they ditched me for this group of girls.”
“Okay, rude,” you chide in.
“I know! But the worst part is,” he leans in closer and eyes around the store for a minute, “the worst part is that I’m stuck with my old friend Patrick because he’s my ride home.”
“What’s wrong with Patrick?” You laugh.
“Oh he’s a terrible drunk. Gets real loud.”
“So, your drunk friend is your ride home?”
He paused for a moment, thinking. Then he stifled a laugh. “Shit.”
“Ugh, rookie move. Why didn’t you just go with the girls, then? Not enough to go around?”
“Oh there were plenty, believe me. It’s just- I don’t think my girlfriend would’ve liked that very much.” He chuckles.
At that, you let out a pretty hearty laugh. Not because it was that funny, but because this was the most stimulating conversation you’ve had all night.
Suddenly, you hear the bell for the door chime, signaling a new customer entering the store.
You spared a glance towards the direction the sound came from, but then quickly turned back to the stranger.
“So, what made your night so bad?” The stranger asked.
You opened your mouth to speak but then froze when your eyes landed on the man who entered the store.
“Billy,” you whispered in disbelief.
“Billy?” The stranger laughed, “Who’s Billy? Your boyfriend?”
“Yeah, bud. You got a problem with that?” He said from a decreasing distance.
You and the stranger froze in his presence. The stranger looked to you, silently asking you if you knew what the hell was going on, but your eyes remained glued to your boyfriend in disbelief.
Billy gave the guy a once over- he was a blonde just like Tina had said.
“This him?” Billy asked bluntly. “This the guy you’re fucking now?”
“Woah, buddy you don-“
“Did I speak to you, dickhead? Get the fuck away from her.” Billy said hotly. He grabbed you by your bicep and pulled you into his side.
“Shut up!” You yelled up at him. “You have no right to do this right now! You’re causing a scene.”
“Fine.” Billy said simply. “Let’s do this somewhere else.” And before you could protest, his grip tightened again on your arm and you felt the cool night air hit your face as the two of you left the convenience store.
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The ride back to your place was silent except for the several obnoxious roars of the cars engine. Billy didn’t even say anything as the two of you pulled into your driveway.
When you moved to open the door, he quickly locked it from his side, trapping you in there with him.
He stared down at his hands as he gripped the wheel, testing the feeling of the tight leather against his hand. Your legs were cold from the night air spilling in from the open window, but you didn’t dare move.
Then, almost inaudibly, Billy spoke in a dark voice.
You were tucked into your bed in Los Angeles, California with your laptop propped up on your stomach as you let the queued YouTube video play. Lately, most of your nights, and days, had been like this- lounging around and mindlessly watching videos. Call it lazy, but it was becoming a new routine.
“Today’s another review video. I picked up this, uhm, fruit punch flavored vape-“
You had been subscribed to kurtsworld96 for the past couple of months. There was something about him that kept pulling you back in. It was almost like you didn’t want to leave him lonely, after all, his videos rarely hit the triple digits. If you didn’t keep up with his content, who would? The idea of some guy you’ve never met essentially speaking into the void made you kind of sad, so you liked to keep him company in a way.
From what you had seen, Kurt didn’t seem to have much of a life outside of content creating. All of his videos featured him either working his Spree, giving review videos no one asked for, or cursing out a computer screen after his character died- again. His whole account screamed desperate loser, which was probably why you found it so comforting. It wasn’t only easing your conscience that you were giving his online presence the attention and validation he craved, but it also made you feel like even at your lowest, you would never be alone.
You let the video play out for its entirety, chuckling slightly to yourself every time Kurt started rambling on about nothing or how he spaced out whilst taking a hit of the vape. Your attention was half there, half not. However, your attention was recaptured towards the end of the video.
“So, Kurties, I know I’ve been uploading content pretty consistently for the past few years; that way you guys have access to some great, interesting videos…. and I just wanna say thank you.”
You turned the volume up on your laptop.
“We hit one hundred subs!”
Suddenly, confetti flew across your screen and party horns sounded in the background.
“Thank you guys for watching my videos! I love the community we’ve built here on Kurt’s World. And my way of saying thanks is gonna be a lot more great content- so make sure you stay tuned this next week for some awesome videos!”
One hundred subscribers?
Your mouth frowned a little once you saw his palpable excitement. Kurt was putting a lot of effort into his channel and you felt bad that he wasn’t getting the recognition that he craved.
Even you had more than one hundred followers on your Instagram, and you weren’t even trying to be an influencer!
Sure, Kurt wasn’t the most interesting or professional creator you watched, but he definitely deserved more than he was getting. So, you typed his username into your Instagram search on your phone and scrolled to his DM’s.
You paused as you watched your cursor blink in the little gray box. What could you say?
I’m sorry your channel is flopping? Never give up?
With a sigh you turned to your alarm clock and saw that it read 1:58 AM.
What are the chances he’ll see my message, it’s way too late.
1:59 AM @ coolcatgurl55 hi! i just wanted to tell you how much i <3 ur youtube vids!
sent.
Rubbing your eyes, you set your phone down on your nightstand, close your laptop, and scooch down into bed.
When you awoke the next morning, it was 9:47 AM. After wiping the sleep from your eyes you spring for your phone on the nightstand so you can scroll Instagram before you start your day. However, your finger freezes over the screen once you register the notifications you got overnight.
2:02 AM @ kurtsworld96 AYYY much appreciated
❗️kurtsworld96 started following you
2:02 AM @ kurtsworld96 Woah…. Just saw your profile…..
2:02 AM @ kurtsworld96 U R gorjus 😍😍
❗️ kurtsworld96 ❤️ your photo
❗️ kurtsworld96 ❤️ your photo
2:04 AM @ kurtsworld96 Cute dog btw
2:05 AM @ kurtsworld96 OMG NO WAY! UR from LA?
2:05 AM @ kurtsworld96 Maybe we could meet up? ⬆️ 🆙
2:07 AM @ kurtsworld96 HAHA… JK JK 😂😂🤣
2:08 AM @ kurtsworld96 …..unless….. 🙃
❗️ kurtsworld96 ❤️ your photo
❗️ kurtsworld96 commented “😍😍🔥” on your photo
2:33 AM @ kurtsworld96 Are you still awake?
2:35 AM @ kurtsworld96 Gunna head to bed soon 🔜 🛌
3:13 AM @ kurtsworld96 Goodnight! 😴💤🌙
You were completely stunned.
Sure, guys had reached out to you through your DMs before, but never so aggressively.
Just like his Youtube videos, you found his messages to be awkward and desperate. His way of texting reminded you of your younger brother, who was currently in middle school.
But still, your mind wandered back to why you continued to watch his videos in the first place.
His loneliness.
His irrelevance.
Him.
If you didn’t respond to his message you’d be doing the exact opposite of what your intentions considered.
So, you clicked down on the keyboard and contemplated your response…
Summary: When your dad Butcher asks you to accompany Soldier Boy to a Vought gala, you decide it’s your chance to wear your new pretty knee socks. Little did you know your actions would have consequences
Warnings: Age gap, Breeding kink,spanking, pet names, unprotected,cussing,degradation, exhibitionism
Based on Knee Socks by The Arctic Monkeys
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“I don’t understand the big deal.” You groaned, hugging your coat around to shield you from the winter air.
“Such a stupid little girl you are”. Ben scoffed, stubbing his cigar on the curb. “Butcher would be ashamed of seeing his precious daughter acting like a whore for all the men in the room”.
“I didn’t do anything wrong”. You retorted, crossing your legs, revealing a hint of your lace knee socks.
“Oh my apologies, I didn't know sluts were blind to their dirty tricks.” Ben laughed, glancing at the forbidden clothing item, trying to ignore the growing bulge in his trousers.
“I was being polite; those guys wanted to dance with me. There's no harm in that”. You said, running a hand through your hair nervously. You knew from the very beginning, when your dad Butcher asked you to keep an eye on Ben at the Vought gala, not as his date, of course; you were way too young for him, but as a long-lost daughter.
It didn’t come as much of a surprise to other guests, since everyone knows Ben’s history of sleeping around with millions of women. You wouldn’t have minded it if Ben didn’t make it like it was something to be humiliated for, putting his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, telling everyone, “I’ll always be his little girl”.
“Well, from where I was standing, it didn’t look like that; it looked straight out of a porno movie, feeling you out, those greedy fucks.”Ben snarled. Probably felt their hard-on, didn’t you?”
“Oh shut up, you don't know what you are talking about!” You yelled before you could stop yourself, immediately regretting it when Ben stopped in his tracks, glancing at you, sizing you up. “I'm sorry, I didn’t mean-“
Before you could even finish your apology, Ben shoved you in an alleyway, pushing you against a wall, tearing the jacket off of you.
“You really are just a slut wanting all those guys' attention with your little knee socks,” Ben whispered in your ear. One of his large, calloused hands crept under your dress, tugging harshly on your knee socks, making you shiver.
“I didn’t mean it!” You begged desperately, trying to apologize.
“Oh no, doll, why apologize now? You already disrespected me far too many times tonight.” Ben taunted, turning you around so you were facing the wall, hitching your dress up. It’s time for you to get the punishment you deserve”.
With that, you felt a harsh SPANK on your backside.
“Ben!” You yelped, squeezing your eyes shut from the pain. You were sure that his handprint was reddened on your flesh.
“What’s the problem? This is what you wanted”. Ben taunted, giving you another spank harder than the last.
You tried moving away from his grasp, but he held you firmly against him so you felt his clothed tent pressed up against your ass.
“What if someone sees us?” You whined as you felt one of Ben’s calloused hands under your blouse groping your breast.
“Oh cmon you were dancing for all those guys; might as well give them a porno to go with it.” Ben snarled, using his other large hand to crawl up between your thighs, toying with your clothed clit. “Tsk. Tsk, the dirt slut is already so soaked; what should I do to tame you?”
You moaned loudly at the sudden friction from his hand; your eyes fluttered closed from pleasure. Ben laughed, moving his hand away before you received too much pleasure from your punishment.
“Did you really think I was going to let you ride my hand? You don't deserve that, sweetie.” Ben said, unbuckling his jeans and letting them fall. What a girl like you really needs is some real responsibility for your actions”.
“What do you mean?” You gasped as you felt him align himself with your entrance.
“It means I’m giving real responsibility; I’m going to put a little fucking baby in you ”. Before you could reply, he thrusted harshly into you, leaving no room for you to adjust to his large size.
“I can’t take it! You whimpered with tears in your eyes as you clenched around his cock.
“You can take it dont you want to be a good girl for once,” Ben grunted as he picked up his pace
You moaned loudly, not making any effort to cover your mouth. You turned to your side, glancing at the sidewalk as Ben kept on delivering rough thrusts, hoping nobody would peek in and see you getting manhandled by a man twice your age.
“Fuck I’m close”. Ben groaned. So close, putting a little fucking baby in ya for your little daddy to find out”.
“It’s too much.” You whimpered as you felt the tightness in the pit of your stomach forming as you reached your climax.
Ben let out one last groan as he came inside you; he pulled away, leaving you to comprehend the guilt you felt as you fixed your dress.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Ben said from behind you as he lit his cigar. I’m not done yet”.
Summary: When your dad Butcher asks you to accompany Soldier Boy to a Vought gala, you decide it’s your chance to wear your new pretty knee socks. Little did you know your actions would have consequences
Warnings: Age gap, Breeding kink,spanking, pet names, unprotected,cussing,degradation, exhibitionism
Based on Knee Socks by The Arctic Monkeys
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“I don’t understand the big deal.” You groaned, hugging your coat around to shield you from the winter air.
“Such a stupid little girl you are”. Ben scoffed, stubbing his cigar on the curb. “Butcher would be ashamed of seeing his precious daughter acting like a whore for all the men in the room”.
“I didn’t do anything wrong”. You retorted, crossing your legs, revealing a hint of your lace knee socks.
“Oh my apologies, I didn't know sluts were blind to their dirty tricks.” Ben laughed, glancing at the forbidden clothing item, trying to ignore the growing bulge in his trousers.
“I was being polite; those guys wanted to dance with me. There's no harm in that”. You said, running a hand through your hair nervously. You knew from the very beginning, when your dad Butcher asked you to keep an eye on Ben at the Vought gala, not as his date, of course; you were way too young for him, but as a long-lost daughter.
It didn’t come as much of a surprise to other guests, since everyone knows Ben’s history of sleeping around with millions of women. You wouldn’t have minded it if Ben didn’t make it like it was something to be humiliated for, putting his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, telling everyone, “I’ll always be his little girl”.
“Well, from where I was standing, it didn’t look like that; it looked straight out of a porno movie, feeling you out, those greedy fucks.”Ben snarled. Probably felt their hard-on, didn’t you?”
“Oh shut up, you don't know what you are talking about!” You yelled before you could stop yourself, immediately regretting it when Ben stopped in his tracks, glancing at you, sizing you up. “I'm sorry, I didn’t mean-“
Before you could even finish your apology, Ben shoved you in an alleyway, pushing you against a wall, tearing the jacket off of you.
“You really are just a slut wanting all those guys' attention with your little knee socks,” Ben whispered in your ear. One of his large, calloused hands crept under your dress, tugging harshly on your knee socks, making you shiver.
“I didn’t mean it!” You begged desperately, trying to apologize.
“Oh no, doll, why apologize now? You already disrespected me far too many times tonight.” Ben taunted, turning you around so you were facing the wall, hitching your dress up. It’s time for you to get the punishment you deserve”.
With that, you felt a harsh SPANK on your backside.
“Ben!” You yelped, squeezing your eyes shut from the pain. You were sure that his handprint was reddened on your flesh.
“What’s the problem? This is what you wanted”. Ben taunted, giving you another spank harder than the last.
You tried moving away from his grasp, but he held you firmly against him so you felt his clothed tent pressed up against your ass.
“What if someone sees us?” You whined as you felt one of Ben’s calloused hands under your blouse groping your breast.
“Oh cmon you were dancing for all those guys; might as well give them a porno to go with it.” Ben snarled, using his other large hand to crawl up between your thighs, toying with your clothed clit. “Tsk. Tsk, the dirt slut is already so soaked; what should I do to tame you?”
You moaned loudly at the sudden friction from his hand; your eyes fluttered closed from pleasure. Ben laughed, moving his hand away before you received too much pleasure from your punishment.
“Did you really think I was going to let you ride my hand? You don't deserve that, sweetie.” Ben said, unbuckling his jeans and letting them fall. What a girl like you really needs is some real responsibility for your actions”.
“What do you mean?” You gasped as you felt him align himself with your entrance.
“It means I’m giving real responsibility; I’m going to put a little fucking baby in you ”. Before you could reply, he thrusted harshly into you, leaving no room for you to adjust to his large size.
“I can’t take it! You whimpered with tears in your eyes as you clenched around his cock.
“You can take it dont you want to be a good girl for once,” Ben grunted as he picked up his pace
You moaned loudly, not making any effort to cover your mouth. You turned to your side, glancing at the sidewalk as Ben kept on delivering rough thrusts, hoping nobody would peek in and see you getting manhandled by a man twice your age.
“Fuck I’m close”. Ben groaned. So close, putting a little fucking baby in ya for your little daddy to find out”.
“It’s too much.” You whimpered as you felt the tightness in the pit of your stomach forming as you reached your climax.
Ben let out one last groan as he came inside you; he pulled away, leaving you to comprehend the guilt you felt as you fixed your dress.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Ben said from behind you as he lit his cigar. I’m not done yet”.
Summary:For your 18th birthday, you and your best friends go on a trip to Las Vegas, staying at one of the largest Casinos in the city. What happens when the casino’s owner shows special interest in you?
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Ever since you were a child, Las Vegas has been your biggest inspiration. Especially the Devil’s eye casino. You wanted your veins to be consumed by its vibrant lights, and all you cared about was that it was home to millions of drunks and gambling addicts, because what's life without an adventure? That's why you knew, on your 18th birthday, you needed to go to Las Vegas with your two best friends, Diana and Britney, for that adventure.
“Why don’t you wear this?” Your friend Diana said, tossing the black mini dress in your direction.
“Now I know I’m trying to be risky on this trip, but-.” You laughed, holding the piece of fabric to you.”I’m going to flash the everyone at the club.”
“Oh, c'mon, it’s your 18th birthday, you’ll look so good, plus I heard a lot of rich guys come to the casino’s club after they gambled”. Diana added as she applied her lipstick.
“I doubt those guys have any thoughts in their minds”. You replied by fixing your hair in the mirror. “They are all daddy’s money”.
“Well, we could still have fun on our trip, thinking about how much of their money we can spend in the casino.”
You smiled at her comment, glancing at the dress once more before grabbing it, zipping yourself in the scandalous attire.
“I don’t know about this”. You shook your head, pulling the dress down slightly.
“Quite whining about it.” Your other friend, Britney, spoke up as she lit her joint up. “It’s your birthday, live a little, please”.
“Fine, but c'mon, we'd better go before we are late”. You said, glancing at the time, and grabbed your purse.
—-
“Fuck how do I do this?” Diana said, frustrated as she tossed the wrong number on the gambling table of craps.
“I guess you don’t have that magic touch”. You joked, leaning against the table as you watched her play the game.
“Oh, I’ll get them next round, watch me”. Diana replied, planning her next move.” Now, why are you just watching me play?”
“Well, I was going to try those gambling machines over there with Britney, but I don’t even know where she is”. You said.
“Didn’t you see that guy she was talking to at the bar? They are probably off making out.” Diana said her eyes were glued to the table as others rolled the dice.
You rolled your eyes, glancing around the large casino with so many different types of people bargaining with the thrill of managing large masses of money.
“I’ll be right back, I'm going to get another drink”. You said, walking to the bar, you sat on the barstool, frowning to yourself as you felt you were failing your younger self by not getting the Las Vegas experience you'd promised yourself you'd have. Still, it seemed like you didn’t even have the guts to get out of the comfort zone and be like the people throwing around choices that would affect their entire life negatively or positively; you wanted that. You craved it.
“I’m so sorry, sir”. You hear a panicked voice from behind the counter from a boy who was around your age, who looks terrified for his life as he watches the older man walking towards him, cornering him.
“Such a fucking pussy you are. How many times did I tell you if you try sabotaging my casino, oh so help me god boy you won’t see the light of day.” The older man whispered menacingly into the younger boy’s ear.
You straightened in your seat, trying not to stare at the muscular figure of the older man as he terrorized the poor boy. You gulped your drink, not wanting to be part of the scene.
“Sir, someone is waiting for a drink”. The boy sighed, gesturing towards you as you finish your drink. The older man pushed himself off the younger boy, glancing at you like prey.
“Well, what do we have here? You look a little young to be at a bar by yourself”. The older man smirked, walking over to you.
“I recently turned of age, I guess”, you laughed awkwardly, trying not to glance at his large biceps.
“Really, when was your birthday?” He asked, took your empty glass, and filled it up with Vodka.
“It’s today, actually”. You mumbled, getting up from the barstool, not wanting any trouble from the casino’s owner.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart, you should’ve told me sooner, I would've let you have anything your heart desires on the house”.
“Oh no, it’s okay, I was just heading back to my friends”. You replied, backing away from the bar.
“Suit yourself, doll, but my door is always open”. The man laughed as he watched you walk away from the bar.
“What took you so long?” Diana said, still waiting to get a win from the craps table.
“Oh, they were just taking forever making my drink”. You said, forgetting about the older man who was leaving you in a trance. “We should find Britney.”
“Yeah, we should, I'm tired of this game”. Diana said, walking alongside you.
The two of you explored the massive casino looking for Britney, your eyes trying not to drift to the older man you encountered at the bar. He obviously looked like a jerk, considering you saw how that kid looked terrified of him, but you couldn’t whip away his perfectly sculpted face and the muscular figure that made you question your morals.
Was that older man the adventure I was craving? You thought to yourself.
You wanted to get near him again for a better look. He was the answer to your endeavors; he would make your childhood dreams come true.
The casino seemed like every thought you had was growing more vibrant and chaotic as you and Diana walked through the area. Did the Las Vegas reality agree with your inner thoughts?
“There you two are!” Britney said, sneaking up behind you and Diana, making the two of you jump.
“Where have you been? We've been looking everywhere for you.” Diana exclaimed, trying to catch her breath.
“Yeah, Britney, where’d you even go?”You asked, “You said you were getting chips, and you never came back.”
“Ok, well when I was in line to get the chips I started talking to this guy, and well one thing led to another, and we started making out”.
“Is this story going anywhere or-“ Diana joked.
“Let me finish after we were done, he gave me a couple of entry cards to get into this really exclusive club in the casino, apparently, they serve the best drinks there”. Brittany said excitedly, holding up the three tickets to you and Diana.
“Aye, look at you scoring for us”. You smiled, taking the ticket in your hand.
“Seriously, what would you guys do without me? We can probably start heading there now that the doors open in 10 minutes ”. Britney said.
“This is about to be your best birthday yet,” Diana said, nudging your shoulder as the two of you followed Brittany to the exclusive club any casino has to offer in Las Vegas.
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“Aren't you supposed to lick the salt off your hand first?” You said as the three of you huddled into a booth of the club, trying to perfect a tequila shot.
“We’ve been doing this for way too long, let's just drink the shot”. Britney said, pushing the salt container away, grabbing the shot glass.
“Ok, yeah, I agree”. Diana added, grabbing her shot glass as well. “On the count of three, 1 2 3”.
“Fuck that burns”. You said, disgustedly putting the shot glass down, chugging water down to ease the burning sensation, glancing up to see a tall, lanky boy walking towards the booth the three of you were in.
“Guys, wait, that's the guy that I was making out with earlier”. Britney said, hiding her face in the menu. "He does not know how to use his tongue properly. I'll tell you that much”.
“You're scared he's going to make out with you again”. You laughed
“Yes, I am actually, I don't want to choke on his saliva, thank you”. Britney replied, speaking to the boy coming closer and closer
“Should I be your replacement? He seems cute”. Diana joked.
“Oh, trust me, you don't want his grimy little-”
“Britney!’ The boy said excitedly. “You came”.
“Hey, Calvin, uh, these are my friends Diana and y/n”. Brittany said with a shy smile.
“Ladies”.Calvin acknowledged with a nod."I actually came over wondering why you guys were so crammed in a booth”.
“Well, where else are we supposed to sit? There are so many people?” Britney questioned.
“I guess the word got out about the exclusivity”. Calvin scoffed, glancing around at the people around them.” Well, hey, there’s a back, it's less crowded.”
“How are we supposed to know you aren’t going to kidnap us?” Diana laughed.
“Well, I’m just saying there’s more room back there.” Cavin said, pointing at the door ."My friends and I were heading back there. Would you guys like to join us?”
“What’s the harm?” Britney chugged the rest of the drink before sliding out of the booth.
“I’ll catch up with you guys. I have to go to the bathroom.” You said sliding out of the booth to find the bathrooms.
The club was extremely lavish high ceilings with chandeliers chained against dimmed to put people into a trance away from their reality of greedy the dimmed lights also made it hard to see where you going you found a door at the quiet hallway assuming it’s the bathroom you opened the door your eyes widened at the sight seeing the same handsome man from the bar in a bathroom with a woman whose dress was half taken off and the man’s pants half down.
While the woman attempted to cover her bare self, the man glanced at you with a devilish smile, not even attempting to cover himself. “You want to join in on the fun, doll?” The man taunted.
“Sorry “. You mumbled, shutting the door, shaking your head, trying to erase the image of the man’s large cock from your head.
You walked over to the back area, and it was significantly less chaotic. You saw Britney and Diana talking to a couple of guys, but you didn't have it in you to socialize after witnessing whatever was going on in the bathroom. You smoothed out your mini dress and sat down on one of the leather couches.
There goes your chance of having your Las Vegas dreams satisfied. You thought to yourself as you sulked on the couch, fiddling with your rings.
“You know if you sulk like that in that dress, you might get taken advantage of”. You heard a voice say in front of you, glancing up, revealing the same man who was in the bathroom. "And we don't want that to happen to a pretty girl like you”.
“I think I'll be fine”. You retorted, trying your very hardest not to make eye contact with him.
“So did you enjoy the show? You were witnessing my best moves”. The man smirked.
“No, I shut the door really fast”. You replied, glancing up at his beautiful face, realizing that if you wanted to make your trip count, you had to take the risks to achieve its essence.
He lit his cigar up, glancing down at your figure, his eyes tracing down over bare thighs, wanting to consume all of it at once.
“You seem upset did your birthday wishes not come true or something”.
“I don't know, there's really nothing to do here”. You said. “ I thought it would be different.”
“So you want something to excite you, then well then I should be the one to give that to you.”
“What do you mean?” Your breath hitched as the man bent down his calloused hand, tracing your arm.
“My office is right above here. There are a lot of wishes you can encounter there.” The man whispered into your ear, which he took advantage of, leaving a little kiss behind your ear to give you a little taste of what he was craving.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to go somewhere alone with a stranger.” You said, biting your lip, trying to ignore the delicious ache forming between your thighs.” I don’t even know your name”.
The man chucked his hand on your thigh as it belonged there, poisoning his touch on you.” It’s Ben, see not strangers anymore, say the word, pretty girl, and I’ll give you a night to remember .”
You stood up, pushing him back, lightly placing your hands on his broad chest, glancing at Brittany and Diana dancing with two random guys, realizing you are finally getting an award on your long Las Vegas trip.
“Okay, I’ll come with you.”You whispered like it was illegal to be talking like this to a man way too old for you.
—-
Ben’s office, if you didn’t squint your eyes, looked professional enough, but on the various desks were dusts of white powder remnants and empty Manhattan and whiskey bottles, with glasses surrounding them stained with women's lipsticks that he definitely brought daily.
“So I see I’m not the first person who has been in your office.” You started casually leaning against his main desk.
“Oh, cheer up, doll, I only bring the ones I like.” Ben winked, walking up to you, his arms circling your waist, caging you against the desk.” Besides, I even offer to join in on the fun”.
He leaned closer, his breath on you, expecting him to smash his lips against yours, but he didn’t. Instead, he reached behind you, grabbing a silver blade from his desk.
“Have you used these before?” Ben asked, tracing the silver blade on your collarbone.
“Looks sharp,” You noted, shivering against the blade’s touch.
“Oh, don’t be scared, sweetheart," Ben said, using the knife to cut the straps of your dress, letting it pool around your feet, making you gasp from how exposed you were
“I’m not scared.” You retorted to the sensation in the pit of your stomach, making you want him to degrade you further.
“Really, so if I made you bleed right now, would you take it like a good girl?” Ben questioned, grazing the cool blade on your upper thigh, spreading your legs apart instinctively.” Spread them apart further”.
You obeyed, spreading your legs further apart, letting the silver blade cut the waistband of your panties off.
“God, you were aching for this all night, weren’t you?”Ben said, inspecting your panties before letting them fall to the ground as he placed the blade in his pocket, his large hand reaching dangerously towards your wet cunt.
“Please”. You whined, wanting him to stop the teasing he was building up, making you beg for him to give what you wanted, which made him feel he had control over you completely, but you didn’t seem to mind that.
“Should we test how tight this sweet little pussy is for me?” Ben said as he grabbed the blade up again, so it was against your throat, making your arousal grow.
“Hold still”. He whispered as two of his digits seep into the lips of your core, wasting no time, pumping them in and out as he held the blade against your throat, pushing it closer like he was holding you captive.
You moaned loudly, your eyes fluttering closed, throwing your head back, your throat separating from the blade.
“Did I say you can move?” Ben scowled as he hardly pulled your hair forward, so you were pressed against the sharp edges of the knife, continuing to add two more digits, stretching you out completely.
You cried out in pleasure, gripping his broad shoulders as your walls clenched around his digits, which curled in places you didn't even know could give you ecstatic pleasure. You gave up control of your moans, buckling your hips forward, chasing the sensation of his digits scissoring in and out of you as you felt you were about to reach your climax.
“Are you about to come, doll?” Ben asked as he continued harshly shoving his digits in and out of you.
“Im close.” You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt the final wave of pleasure hit you.
“There it is”. Ben grunted, taking his digits out, licking your juices off like a meal. He took the blade, tilting your chin up to look at him directly in the face. “Such a dirty slut you are for me, I bet if I shoved the blade in your tight cunt you would thank me, isn't that right?”
Catching your breath, your vision slightly blurred with tears in the crevices of your eyes, so you didn't comprehend what was happening until you felt the blade slicing your forearm, making you jump at the sudden pain, which didn't seep deeply into your skin. Still, your crimson dripped onto the rug beneath, little droplets decorating it in that moment, while you were running out of the office in pure terror. The blood only broke you out of some trance, and you enjoyed it.
Ben smirked, kissing your forearm, licking the remnants of your blood, and you let out a moan as he kissed your arm so tenderly that it made you forget he had cut open your arm with no hesitation.
Ben pulled away, glancing at your disheveled self walking away from grabbing a clear bag from a shelf that had white powder in it, which was almost empty. You watched him form a line of white powder on the bloody blade, bringing it over to you.
“Cmon you ever done coke before? It'll help you relax and snort it all up ”. Ben ordered, holding the blade out to you.
With slight hesitation, you snorted it up the whole line, gasping for air as you came back up.
“Good girl”. Ben praised wiping some of the powder off your nose. He put the blade down and took off the buttoned pants. “Lie down”.
Once again, you obeyed, pushing some of the stuff away as you lay down on his desk, waiting for him to corrupt you even further. Ben towered over you, removing his pants completely before crawling on top of you. “Now, doll, I know you were jealous that you weren't the one getting fucked in the bathroom, but I can give you a much better show”. Ben flirted , giving you no chance to breathe as he thrusted harshly into you, making you gasp loudly, clenching around his large cock as he continued with his rough thrusts.
“I can't.” You moaned as you felt his cock reach deep inside of you.
“Cmon be a sweet girl for your daddy”. Ben groaned as he delivered harsh thrusts, making you see stars. One of his hands reached for his desk to grab the blade once again, tracing the knife on your breasts. Ben smirked at the sight of your nipples hardening from the blade’s touch. “Aw, does my little darling enjoy having a blade on her pretty little tits?”
Ben went at a quicker pace with his thrusts, making items fall from his desks. You closed your eyes as Ben moved your hips, moving them how he likes with one hand while the other hand with the blade on your shoulder before slicing it once again, drawing blood out in little droplets, making you cry out in pain mixed with pleasure. Ben grunted, leaning down to bite down on the blood-covered shoulder, nipping at it slowly, your back arched as you felt his load shot into you as you reached your final climax.
Ben pulled away, glancing down at you with his lip stained with your crimson like it was a permanent mark for him and him only.
“Hope you don't have any other plans tonight.”Ben grinned as he smashed his lips against yours, letting you taste your own blood.
Summary: Your mom married the American hero. The public viewed him as a savior of grace, but you hated his guts. Can hatred turn into attraction or into something worse in a small little camp
“Mom, I’m leaving!” You shouted from the foyer, looking for her. “Mom, where are you!”
“That slutty get-up of yours isn’t gonna go well in this new job, you know”. Your stepfather, Ben, spoke up from the living room, inspecting your appearance.
“All the camp counselors dress like this; it's almost 100 degrees outside.” You scoffed, rolled your eyes, and tied your sneakers. You hated your stepfather, Ben. Your mom married him a couple of months ago, even though you told her it was a mistake.
It wasn’t just his harsh personality, but also his past as America’s patriotic hero, hiding a martyr mentality for public consumption. Secretly, you did research on him, and you came to the realization that in reality, he couldn’t care less about the people; he only cared about his own needs, not bothering to reach a balance with the rest of his team payback. You knew that the power imbalance Ben craved would affect his and your mom’s marriage.
“You'd better watch your attitude with me. I’m your father,” Ben said sternly.
You didn’t say anything because you knew it would cause bigger problems, so you just grabbed your bag and left through the front door without saying a word. At least you had this job to get you away from him.
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The day camp you worked at offered a variety of activities for little kids. You mostly helped in the craft cabin, working with kids on their art projects and teaching them how to draw and such. It comforted you to know that you had somewhere to escape from your ‘family’.
“See, just like that”. You smiled at the little boy camper who was helping you draw a tree. ”Now all you need to do is draw the sun”.
“Can I paint after I draw the sun?” The boy asked excitedly, looking up at you from the crafts table.
“Yes, after lunch”. You replied, standing up, putting the pencils the kids had left away.
The little boy ran out of the cabin to his friends. You smiled, looking up at the group of little boys before returning to your chores of cleaning the remnants of children's paints from the table.
“Hey”. Your friend Daniella said, walking into the cabin.” Have you been here all day?”
“Yeah, Manny needed help drawing the garden”. You said, showing her the drawing itself, placing it back down on the table.
“There’s no way Manny can barely tie his shoes.” Daniella laughed. “You definitely drew that.”
“What, no, I just guided him into greatness”. You joked about putting the cleaning supplies away.
“Sure, whatever you say.” Daniella started leaning on the stool. “Oh, that reminds me, are you coming to the bonfire tonight?”
“No, I can't, my parents are hosting a dinner that they said I need to come to.” You scoffed, knowing it was all your step-dad who was trying to be all stern.
“That sucks”. Daniella replied sadly, shaking her head."Why don’t you come after the party? I mean, it won’t go on all night, right?”
“Maybe I will then”. You exclaimed, fiddling with your car keys.” Well, I'd better get going before the traffic hits”.
“Okay, you better come!”Daniella watched you walking out of the crafts cabin.
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Once you got home, you got ready for the dull dinner party you were caged to, sipping water in the corner of your backyard, observing how your stepfather switched personalities for his friends, throwing around a performance for everyone to see. You hated that you were the only one who saw his real self.
“There you are, let's take a family photo”. Your mom said, walking up to you, pulling you by the arm, dragging you by Ben. You didn’t even make eye contact with him as you stepped beside him, smiling awkwardly.
“No, not like that.” Your mom yelled at the photographer, walking away from you and Ben to scold them.
You kept your head down, but you still felt Ben’s gaze on you, trying to discover your secrets.
“I see you have a thing for whorish outfits”. Ben whispered into your ear, tugging at the hem of your dress.
“It’s a dress”. You mumbled, trying to control yourself. “Why do you even care?”
“Can’t I look out for you, kiddo?” Ben laughed sinisterly, smiling back at your mom as she came back, acting as if nothing had happened.
You clenched your fist on your side, smiling for the camera like a perfect little family that was never supposed to happen.
The dinner simmered down as guests started to leave. You looked at the time, smiling, realizing you can still make it to the bonfire Daniella was talking about, but first you have to escape the prison.
“Um, Mom, it’s okay if I take the car to go to the camp, right?” You said walking up to her after she was done saying goodbye to her friends.
“The camp this late at night?” Your mom said skeptically.
“Well, no, it’s a bonfire for the kids, I was just going to help out”. You lied.
“Okay, well, why don’t you take Ben with you and give him a tour of the camp?”Your mom suggested. “I know he’s curious about where you work”.
“No, I mean I think it’ll be boring for him.” You said awkwardly.
“Oh, don’t be silly, it'll be good for you two to get to know each other more .” Your mom smiled, already walking away to Ben to tell him.
“Fuck”. You mumbled under your breath, opening your patio door to the inside of your house, running upstairs to your room, slamming the door, panicking, you couldn’t back down now.
You changed into a mini skirt and a tank top, an outfit you knew your stepdad would have a problem with, but you didn’t care.
“Cmon hurry up!” Ben called from downstairs. “I don’t have all night.”
You sighed, glancing at the mirror one last time, grabbing your bag, and rushing downstairs to find Ben waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs.
He shook his head in disapproval; he couldn't say anything that would trigger the few guests who were still in the living room.
The two of you bid your goodbyes before walking outside to the midst of the night air.
“The camp isn’t that far”. You stated opening the car door.
“I can’t believe I have to do this shit,” Ben said, rolling his eyes, starting the car.
The car ride was mostly silent. You dreaded it. You tried making up excuses in your head to make him turn the car around, but it’s too late.
“I lied about the bonfire. I just wanted to go finish this art project I was working on”. You said in hopes he would turn around.
“Well, we are already here”. Ben said sarcastically, parking the car.
—-
As you led the way inside the camp, you heard the chaos of the bonfire, but luckily Ben was so focused on lighting his cigarette that he didn't even hear any of the noise. It was enough that he was your step-dad, but you didn't want your friends to meet him, scared of what he might say.
“Y/N!’You heard Daniella's voice, and your eyes widened as you saw her with a couple of other friends running towards you. “I knew you would come”.
“Hey, guys.” You said quietly, stepping awkwardly beside Ben.
“You'll stay right?” Daniella asked.
Ben laughed disgustingly, making you roll your eyes.
“I was just giving my step-". You started to speak, but Ben tugged on your arm as a reminder. “ I mean my dad a tour of the camp.”
“Oh, okay, so I'll see you later.” Daniella smiled, walking away before you could respond.
“How many times did I tell you not to call me your step-dad?” Ben scoffed, stubbing his cigarette on the grass.
“Out of habit.’You mumbled, knowing you would never want a man like that to be your father.
“Uh, this is where I teach the kids to draw and stuff”. You said, walking into the crafts cabin, standing in the corner, watching Ben inspect every crevice.
“So this is where you work all day in a shitty little cabin”. Ben laughed, blowing out some smoke.
“Well, it isn't that bad, I mean, the kids really enjoy it,” You said defensively.
“Yeah, okay,” Ben replied.
You weren't going to say anything, but you were tired of being mentally abused by Ben’s insults every day. If you didn't say anything now, then what will the future bestow? A tragedy waiting to happen.
“What's your problem with me?” you asked.
Ben turned to glance at you, his face already aflame with rage as he stepped closer to you. “My problem is I don't want people to stare at what's mine”.
You gasped as he cornered you against the wall so you couldn't escape. “I don't understand”. You whispered, confused.
“You heard me as soon as I took my first glance at you, I knew you needed taming”. Ben smirked, his arms circling your waist, pulling you closer to him.
As much as this was disgusting, you couldn't help but be captivated by him, not positively in any way, but you found yourself in a trance, craving his degradation. “We shouldn't be doing this, I mean, the party is only a few feet away.”You said quietly, not even pulling away from him.
“Then we will give them a show”. He whispered into your ear before biting down on your lobe. “Be a doll and get on your knees for me”.
You knew this was bad, but before you could stop, you were already on your knees, glancing up at him, waiting for another command like a pet waiting to be unleashed. He unzipped his pants, pulling them down, releasing his hardened cock.
“You see what you do to me”. Ben said, tangling his calloused hand in your hair, guiding your mouth at the tip. You gulped as you opened your mouth, letting the tip of his cock take up space, consuming it all.
“Yeah, just like that”. Ben groaned, pulling you to take all of his hardness, making you moan as you sucked hard on it, wanting him to be proud of your endeavors.
“Look at you sucking on daddy’s cock like a good little girl".He said, throwing his head back as you bobbed your head back and forth, feeling his length reach the back of your throat. His degradation makes the ache between your legs throb,
“Harder, I'm close”. He moaned, tugging at your hair, encouraging you to go faster. You obeyed bobbing your head faster before his release shot in your mouth. You pulled away the warm liquid that had dripped onto your chin.
‘’Look at you, marked by me. Ben said as you stood up.
“We should stop”. You said quietly, looking up at him with your lips glistening with his release.
“Oh, sweetheart, I don't think you want to”. He said, leaning down his face inches away from you. “You like getting fucked by your daddy, you can't help yourself, you crave the attention”.
Your breath hitched as his hand came underneath your skirt, pulling aside your panties, two of his digits slipping into your slick cunt, making you gasp as he stretched you out, throwing your head back.
“God, you are so wet.” Ben said, pumping his digits in and out.
Your back arched as he kept on going, your mind fogged, forgetting that you were in the same cabin where you taught children how to paint, the morals you followed left behind when Ben pulled him into you. Before you could even get to your climax, he pulled them out, smearing your arousal on your lips.
“All those outfits you wear are so tempting. How was I supposed to control myself?” He said. “Such a filthy thing, letting me fuck you here in your precious cabin, turn around”.
You obeyed, turning around your back, pressing against his broad chest. “Have you ever done this before?” Ben asked to bend you over so your backside was visible to him.
“No,” You said, biting your lip, trying to stop yourself from making any noise as you felt the tip of his cock at your entrance.
“Wow, a sweet little virgin ready for me to play with”. Ben said not giving any warning before thrusting deeply, making you gasp loudly.
“Cmon let the camp hear how much of a whore you are for your daddy. “ Ben grunted as your walls tightened around, adjusting to his size as he thrusted roughly into you.
“Faster, You moaned loudly, squeezing your eyes shut.
“Every single fucking day I've watched you walking around in those outfits like a little extrabotinist waiting for me to bend you over”.
You felt his length seep deeply into you like he owned the right to, his hands went underneath the tank top you were wearing, cupping your breasts as his forefinger and thumb circled your hardened nipples, leaving you to see stars.
Your moans grew as the thrusts became too obscene for you to take. “I can't, Daddy. I'm close”. You whimpered loudly as your hips buckled.
Ben grunted as his load released into you. He pulled out, leaving you empty with guilt all over you. You lay there for a couple of seconds before getting up, fixing your outfit, glancing at Ben, who pulled up his pants as if nothing had happened.
“You better not whisper a word of this, you hear me?” Ben said sternly, as if he had the right to take control of you.
You nodded your head, licking your lips clean, keeping your head down as the two of you walked out of the cabin, leaving the campsite with your sins left riddled within you wished you could say it won't happen again, but you knew that was never the case. Ben will fill you up with corruption, and you'll sit there and take it.
Summary: During your first year of university, spring break, your boyfriend decides to take you back to his home in Philadelphia, where he and his absent father live. What will happen when you find yourself attracted to the older version?
Warning: Age gap, Boyfriend’s dad Nsfw:degrading,kissing, unprotected,
MASTERLIST
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“Are you sure your dad is okay with me sleeping over all week?” You asked your boyfriend, Tony, over the phone as you packed your bag with various clothes.
“Yeah, it’ll be fine, he won’t care.” Tony replied,” Are you packing that shirt I like?”
“Yeah”. You laughed, holding the blouse towards you, glancing at yourself in the mirror with it before placing it into the suitcase. “What if your dad hates me?”
“Look, if it makes you feel better, we probably won’t even see much of him anyway.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I mean, when my mom died, he sort of isolated himself. He just hides away to god knows where ”. Tony added.
“I'm sorry”. You said quietly, sitting on the edge of your bed.
“It’s fine, it helps me get away with a lot of stuff anyway,” Tony stated casually. “Once we get there, I can show you just about anything we can get away with.”
You rolled your eyes laughing as you zipped up your luggage. “Should we meet at the dining hall?”
“Yeah, that's fine, we should probably eat something there too, since the drive to my house is 4 hours long”.
“Let’s hope we last that long”. You said jokingly before bidding your goodbye and hanging up the phone.
It was spring break, and your boyfriend, Tony, insisted that you come with him to his home back in Philadelphia. You weren’t sure if you were thrilled with the idea of spending a whole week in a place that you didn’t even know, but at least you had your boyfriend with you.
—
“And here we are”. Tony said, pulling into the driveway of his house. Your eyes widened at the size of the house. It was a beautiful scene: ballets lay aimlessly around the lawn, with a garden leading up to the mansion. Sculptures covering the driveway , you felt out of place the moment you and Tony drove on the property.
“Tony, you didn’t tell me you lived in a whole mansion.” You said, shocked as you slammed the passenger door.
Tony chuckled as he took the luggage out of the trunk. “Cmon I’ll give you a tour.” He said, guiding you to the front approach.
You stepped on the porch, glancing at Tony, who was getting out his keys. But an older man was already opening the front door, and you turned to look, trying to cover your flustered face, feeling horrible for finding him attractive while you had a perfect boyfriend next to you.
“Father”. Tony said nervously, walking over to greet his father like a stranger.
“Tony ”. His father replied sternly before turning to glance at you, his eyes traveling all over you. It almost felt like he was eyeing me like prey.
“Oh, this is y/n, my girlfriend. We were supposed to go on a trip with our friends for spring break, but it got canceled at the last minute”.
“It’s nice to meet you, sir.” You smiled shyly, shaking his hand for a few seconds before releasing it, afraid of the sensation the older man was stirring up inside you.
“I’m surprised my son got a pretty girl. Are you sure you aren’t being kidnapped?”The older man laughed, taking a cigarette out and lighting it.
Tony scoffed, rolling his eyes as you laughed awkwardly.
“No, he treats me well.” You said.
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” He smirked before walking out the door and down the stairs to his car.
“I’m sorry about him; he’s always like that,” Tony said, guiding you into the house. “You okay?”
“Uh, yeah .” You replied, looking around the architecture at the various chandeliers and decorative pieces. Your eyes jolted to the large deer head over the fireplace.
“Is that real?” You asked Tony, pointing at it.
“Oh yeah, when I was younger, my dad used to take me hunting. I hated it, so we stopped”. Tony said, shaking his head, walking up the spiral staircase. “he got over it, but he leaves the dear as a memory, I guess.”
“Gross”. You said following Tony up the stairs
“This is my room .” Tony smiled, laying the suitcases on the ground.
Your eyes traveled along the posters of the large room, noticing a framed photo on his nightstand of him with his parents. “You were so cute, how old were you?” You commented that you were walking closer to the photo.
“I think I was about 5”. He said, sitting on the edge of his bed, glancing over my shoulder to look at the photo more closely. “Look, my dad actually looks happy in that photo.”
You placed the photo gently down, turning to look at Tony. “Your dad is really intimidating”. You said wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Eh, you get used to it. Besides, we’ll probably have the whole house to ourselves for a while,” Tony smirked, leaning down to kiss you passionately, guiding you backward to the bed, pinning you to the mattress.
——
A few days have passed, and Tony showed you every crevice of the mansion, leaving nothing behind. You still haven’t seen Tony’s father since you introduced yourself to him, which disappointed you slightly
You lay on Tony’s bed, reading the book you had packed to pass the time and to distract yourself from thinking of Tony’s dad. How can you be like this? You loved Tony. Still, your mind keeps racing, your thoughts spiraling out of control. It felt like this house was slowly possessing and corrupting you into believing that you had eyes for your boyfriend’s father, which you certainly didn’t.
“Tony, I’m going to grab some water from the kitchen.” You announced to Tony, who was in the bathroom.
“Okay!” Tony called back.
You walked down the spiral staircase, immersing yourself of what felt like a fictitious house you were living in, surrounded by decorative pieces that were questionable. You reached the kitchen, took a glass out of the cabinet, filled it with water, and smoothed out your night slip.
“Do your parents know you dress like that?” You heard a voice from behind you; you were startled, and your eyes widened slightly.
“I uh, sorry sir, I thought you weren’t home.” You muttered, crossing your arms to hide yourself. It was too late to run away now.
He scoffed, walking over the counter, popping open a new whiskey bottle, and pouring himself a glass.
” Don’t give me that bullshit, sir crap, call me Ben.” He said, taking a sip of his drink.
“Oh, okay, goodnight, Ben.” You replied, walking away, trying to get out of this situation.
“Have you ever had a glass of whiskey before? “ Ben asked, already pouring you a glass.
“No, well not straight up like that.” You said, stopping in your tracks, walking back to the counter, too bad for your escape plan
“Well, have at it .” Ben insisted on sliding the whiskey glass towards you.
You thanked him, taking the glass from him, taking a sip.” That’s way too bitter.” You laughed, shaking your head, placing the glass back on the counter.
“That’s the best part,” Ben said, taking a swig of his whiskey. “So are you in the same year as Tony?”
“Oh no, I’m still in my first year at university.” You replied, tugging on the hem of your night slip to make it longer somehow.
“I’m surprised that kid landed with such a pretty girl that doesn’t even like him.” Ben laughed.
You furrowed your eyebrows.” What do you mean, I really like him?” You laughed awkwardly.
“Oh, sweetheart, no, you don’t. I mean cmon you were practically eye fucking me before even glancing at Tony,” Ben added more whiskey to his glass.
“That’s not- it doesn’t matter, I need to go to sleep.” You said, frustrated, feeling a sharp pull of your wrist, Ben's calloused hand pulled you right up against him. Your breath hitched as you felt his clothed tent. This is what moral corruption feels like.
“How can you say such terrible things about your son?” You said, looking up at him, your faces inches apart.
“I'm not saying anything terrible, just speaking from observations, but I ought to show what it’s like being taken care of by a real man,” Ben said, smashing his lips against yours. You wanted to pull away; you tried for a second, but you couldn’t help but be as morally corrupted as your boyfriend’s father.
“Tony will hear us”. You whispered breathlessly as Ben's lips left yours, kissing down your collarbone to your cleavage until he was on his knees, lifting the hem of your night slip, revealing your panties.
“We can’t do this.” You said your voice dropping to almost nothing, making no effort to remove his hand from your bare thigh.
“Tsk tsk, you come into my home all dressed up like a little slut begging for my attention”. Ben said, pulling aside your panties, letting his tongue dart to your slick folds.
You gasped, softly gripping the counter to stop any more sounds from escaping. You shouldn’t even be enjoying this; if anything, you should be fighting it.
“Fuck no wonder Tony likes you,” Ben smirked, pulling back to look up at you. “You really are a sight, doll.”
“I shouldn’t be doing this”. You uttered, fighting the urge of release that Ben has given you.
Ben rolled his eyes, getting up from his knees, his lips glistening with your arousal. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, leaning down, and his voice dropping to almost nothing. “Tell me to stop, then, sweetheart.” He whispered, letting his hand wander to the straps of your nightgown, pulling them down. “I’ll leave you in my little boy's arms, but you don’t want that, don’t you?”
You didn’t say anything; you couldn’t, your mind was too immersed with the fact that you were having intimate relations with your boyfriend’s father.
“That’s a good girl,” Ben said, letting the night gown fall to the ground, kissing you roughly as he hoisted you up. Your breath hitched as you felt his visible tent, carrying you to the couch, laying you down, before taking off his belt, releasing his cock. Your eyes widened at the sight.
“You know this is the same couch I taught Tony how to play bullshit board games, who would’ve thought that I would be fucking his girlfriend on it.” He laughed, getting on top of you, aligning himself with your soaking entrance. You let your eyes flutter closed, not ready to witness the scene itself, gasping loudly as he thrusted roughly into you, not giving you any time for you to adjust to his size.
“You were made for me just right, weren’t you, doll?” Ben grunted as he continued to deliver harsh thrusts, gripping your hips, moving you as he pleased.
“Fuck Ben, I can’t .” You whimpered as your hips buckled, the intensity overwhelming. Your walls are tightening around him
“Cmon take it like I know the little desperate slut you are begging for your boyfriend’s dad to fuck her real deep and slow.”Ben groaned as he came right inside you.
“Oh fuck”.You moaned loudly, throwing your head back as your release overtook you. Without a word, Ben got up from the couch, pulling his pants back on, and grabbed a cigarette to light up.
“God, you look pathetic, don’t you?” Ben smirked like he was enjoying his show of corruption.
“Y/n, what’s taking so long!” Tony exclaimed as you heard his footsteps on the spiral staircase.
You wasted no time jumping off the leather couch, running to pull the night gown on right as Tony walked in.
“Hey.” You smiled, squeezing your legs together, pretending nothing happened, glancing at Ben across the room.
“Oh, were you talking with my father?” Tony asked innocently, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.
“Oh yeah, sorry I didn’t realize I was keeping her from you I was getting to know her really well.” Ben laughed as he blew smoke out.
Summary: During your first year of university, spring break, your boyfriend decides to take you back to his home in Philadelphia, where he and his absent father live. What will happen when you find yourself attracted to the older version?
Warning: Age gap, Boyfriend’s dad Nsfw:degrading,kissing, unprotected, exhibitionism
MASTERLIST
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“Are you sure your dad is okay with me sleeping over all week?” You asked your boyfriend, Tony, over the phone as you packed your bag with various clothes.
“Yeah, it’ll be fine, he won’t care.” Tony replied,” Are you packing that shirt I like?”
“Yeah”. You laughed, holding the blouse towards you, glancing at yourself in the mirror with it before placing it into the suitcase. “What if your dad hates me?”
“Look, if it makes you feel better, we probably won’t even see much of him anyway.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I mean, when my mom died, he sort of isolated himself. He just hides away to god knows where ”. Tony added.
“I'm sorry”. You said quietly, sitting on the edge of your bed.
“It’s fine, it helps me get away with a lot of stuff anyway,” Tony stated casually. “Once we get there, I can show you just about anything we can get away with.”
You rolled your eyes laughing as you zipped up your luggage. “Should we meet at the dining hall?”
“Yeah, that's fine, we should probably eat something there too, since the drive to my house is 4 hours long”.
“Let’s hope we last that long”. You said jokingly before bidding your goodbye and hanging up the phone.
It was spring break, and your boyfriend, Tony, insisted that you come with him to his home back in Philadelphia. You weren’t sure if you were thrilled with the idea of spending a whole week in a place that you didn’t even know, but at least you had your boyfriend with you.
—
“And here we are”. Tony said, pulling into the driveway of his house. Your eyes widened at the size of the house. It was a beautiful scene: ballets lay aimlessly around the lawn, with a garden leading up to the mansion. Sculptures covering the driveway , you felt out of place the moment you and Tony drove on the property.
“Tony, you didn’t tell me you lived in a whole mansion.” You said, shocked as you slammed the passenger door.
Tony chuckled as he took the luggage out of the trunk. “Cmon I’ll give you a tour.” He said, guiding you to the front approach.
You stepped on the porch, glancing at Tony, who was getting out his keys. But an older man was already opening the front door, and you turned to look, trying to cover your flustered face, feeling horrible for finding him attractive while you had a perfect boyfriend next to you.
“Father”. Tony said nervously, walking over to greet his father like a stranger.
“Tony ”. His father replied sternly before turning to glance at you, his eyes traveling all over you. It almost felt like he was eyeing me like prey.
“Oh, this is y/n, my girlfriend. We were supposed to go on a trip with our friends for spring break, but it got canceled at the last minute”.
“It’s nice to meet you, sir.” You smiled shyly, shaking his hand for a few seconds before releasing it, afraid of the sensation the older man was stirring up inside you.
“I’m surprised my son got a pretty girl. Are you sure you aren’t being kidnapped?”The older man laughed, taking a cigarette out and lighting it.
Tony scoffed, rolling his eyes as you laughed awkwardly.
“No, he treats me well.” You said.
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” He smirked before walking out the door and down the stairs to his car.
“I’m sorry about him; he’s always like that,” Tony said, guiding you into the house. “You okay?”
“Uh, yeah .” You replied, looking around the architecture at the various chandeliers and decorative pieces. Your eyes jolted to the large deer head over the fireplace.
“Is that real?” You asked Tony, pointing at it.
“Oh yeah, when I was younger, my dad used to take me hunting. I hated it, so we stopped”. Tony said, shaking his head, walking up the spiral staircase. “he got over it, but he leaves the dear as a memory, I guess.”
“Gross”. You said following Tony up the stairs
“This is my room .” Tony smiled, laying the suitcases on the ground.
Your eyes traveled along the posters of the large room, noticing a framed photo on his nightstand of him with his parents. “You were so cute, how old were you?” You commented that you were walking closer to the photo.
“I think I was about 5”. He said, sitting on the edge of his bed, glancing over my shoulder to look at the photo more closely. “Look, my dad actually looks happy in that photo.”
You placed the photo gently down, turning to look at Tony. “Your dad is really intimidating”. You said wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Eh, you get used to it. Besides, we’ll probably have the whole house to ourselves for a while,” Tony smirked, leaning down to kiss you passionately, guiding you backward to the bed, pinning you to the mattress.
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A few days have passed, and Tony showed you every crevice of the mansion, leaving nothing behind. You still haven’t seen Tony’s father since you introduced yourself to him, which disappointed you slightly
You lay on Tony’s bed, reading the book you had packed to pass the time and to distract yourself from thinking of Tony’s dad. How can you be like this? You loved Tony. Still, your mind keeps racing, your thoughts spiraling out of control. It felt like this house was slowly possessing and corrupting you into believing that you had eyes for your boyfriend’s father, which you certainly didn’t.
“Tony, I’m going to grab some water from the kitchen.” You announced to Tony, who was in the bathroom.
“Okay!” Tony called back.
You walked down the spiral staircase, immersing yourself of what felt like a fictitious house you were living in, surrounded by decorative pieces that were questionable. You reached the kitchen, took a glass out of the cabinet, filled it with water, and smoothed out your night slip.
“Do your parents know you dress like that?” You heard a voice from behind you; you were startled, and your eyes widened slightly.
“I uh, sorry sir, I thought you weren’t home.” You muttered, crossing your arms to hide yourself. It was too late to run away now.
He scoffed, walking over the counter, popping open a new whiskey bottle, and pouring himself a glass.
” Don’t give me that bullshit, sir crap, call me Ben.” He said, taking a sip of his drink.
“Oh, okay, goodnight, Ben.” You replied, walking away, trying to get out of this situation.
“Have you ever had a glass of whiskey before? “ Ben asked, already pouring you a glass.
“No, well not straight up like that.” You said, stopping in your tracks, walking back to the counter, too bad for your escape plan
“Well, have at it .” Ben insisted on sliding the whiskey glass towards you.
You thanked him, taking the glass from him, taking a sip.” That’s way too bitter.” You laughed, shaking your head, placing the glass back on the counter.
“That’s the best part,” Ben said, taking a swig of his whiskey. “So are you in the same year as Tony?”
“Oh no, I’m still in my first year at university.” You replied, tugging on the hem of your night slip to make it longer somehow.
“I’m surprised that kid landed with such a pretty girl that doesn’t even like him.” Ben laughed.
You furrowed your eyebrows.” What do you mean, I really like him?” You laughed awkwardly.
“Oh, sweetheart, no, you don’t. I mean cmon you were practically eye fucking me before even glancing at Tony,” Ben added more whiskey to his glass.
“That’s not- it doesn’t matter, I need to go to sleep.” You said, frustrated, feeling a sharp pull of your wrist, Ben's calloused hand pulled you right up against him. Your breath hitched as you felt his clothed tent. This is what moral corruption feels like.
“How can you say such terrible things about your son?” You said, looking up at him, your faces inches apart.
“I'm not saying anything terrible, just speaking from observations, but I ought to show what it’s like being taken care of by a real man,” Ben said, smashing his lips against yours. You wanted to pull away; you tried for a second, but you couldn’t help but be as morally corrupted as your boyfriend’s father.
“Tony will hear us”. You whispered breathlessly as Ben's lips left yours, kissing down your collarbone to your cleavage until he was on his knees, lifting the hem of your night slip, revealing your panties.
“We can’t do this.” You said your voice dropping to almost nothing, making no effort to remove his hand from your bare thigh.
“Tsk tsk, you come into my home all dressed up like a little slut begging for my attention”. Ben said, pulling aside your panties, letting his tongue dart to your slick folds.
You gasped, softly gripping the counter to stop any more sounds from escaping. You shouldn’t even be enjoying this; if anything, you should be fighting it.
“Fuck no wonder Tony likes you,” Ben smirked, pulling back to look up at you. “You really are a sight, doll.”
“I shouldn’t be doing this”. You uttered, fighting the urge of release that Ben has given you.
Ben rolled his eyes, getting up from his knees, his lips glistening with your arousal. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, leaning down, and his voice dropping to almost nothing. “Tell me to stop, then, sweetheart.” He whispered, letting his hand wander to the straps of your nightgown, pulling them down. “I’ll leave you in my little boy's arms, but you don’t want that, don’t you?”
You didn’t say anything; you couldn’t, your mind was too immersed with the fact that you were having intimate relations with your boyfriend’s father.
“That’s a good girl,” Ben said, letting the night gown fall to the ground, kissing you roughly as he hoisted you up. Your breath hitched as you felt his visible tent, carrying you to the couch, laying you down, before taking off his belt, releasing his cock. Your eyes widened at the sight.
“You know this is the same couch I taught Tony how to play bullshit board games, who would’ve thought that I would be fucking his girlfriend on it.” He laughed, getting on top of you, aligning himself with your soaking entrance. You let your eyes flutter closed, not ready to witness the scene itself, gasping loudly as he thrusted roughly into you, not giving you any time for you to adjust to his size.
“You were made for me just right, weren’t you, doll?” Ben grunted as he continued to deliver harsh thrusts, gripping your hips, moving you as he pleased.
“Fuck Ben, I can’t .” You whimpered as your hips buckled, the intensity overwhelming. Your walls are tightening around him
“Cmon take it like I know the little desperate slut you are begging for your boyfriend’s dad to fuck her real deep and slow.”Ben groaned as he came right inside you.
“Oh fuck”.You moaned loudly, throwing your head back as your release overtook you. Without a word, Ben got up from the couch, pulling his pants back on, and grabbed a cigarette to light up.
“God, you look pathetic, don’t you?” Ben smirked like he was enjoying his show of corruption.
“Y/n, what’s taking so long!” Tony exclaimed as you heard his footsteps on the spiral staircase.
You wasted no time jumping off the leather couch, running to pull the night gown on right as Tony walked in.
“Hey.” You smiled, squeezing your legs together, pretending nothing happened, glancing at Ben across the room.
“Oh, were you talking with my father?” Tony asked innocently, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.
“Oh yeah, sorry I didn’t realize I was keeping her from you I was getting to know her really well.” Ben laughed as he blew smoke out.
Summary :Your wedding day has finally arrived. As you prepare for the big day, you decide to make a call to get the nerves out of your cold feet.
Context: Nsfw, age gap
A/n: don’t flop again 🙈🙈🙈
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“Ouch, not too tight, Mom.” You hissed as you felt hairpins stab your scalp harshly.
“I’m just making sure your bun doesn’t fall out“. Your mom replied, securing the hairpins neatly in your hair.
You looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling like a façade of the real world. Your makeup was flawlessly done, with your hair pinned up so elegantly that you were afraid to move too much. Next to the mirror, your wedding gown hung staring back at you, watching your every move like it knew everything you felt guilty about.
“Y/n, are you listening to me?” Your mom spoke, adding the final touches to your hair.
“Sorry, what did you say?” You answered, taking your eyes off the solemn wedding gown.
“I need to go speak to your father about the catering, apparently something is wrong with the pasta. Will you be alright for a few minutes?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine”. You smiled at your mom as she bid her goodbye and walked out of the bridal suite, shutting the door behind her, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
You sighed, glancing at the payphone that was in the corner of the room, like it was waiting for you to pick it up and call the man you shouldn’t be even thinking about on your wedding day.
Jack is a good guy. You thought about your husband to be and how safe and reliable he was for you, and how he treated you with respect that you didn’t even think that you deserved. Then there was the older man you never meant to fall for, but you did, and you shouldn’t have.
Ben. A man who showed no respect , barely reliable, but yet here you are on your wedding day, thinking of him.
You made your way to the telephone, letting your feet do most of the work, then your mind. You didn’t really think about the consequences that could potentially occur during this phone call. You entered his phone number, letting the ring be your chance to think this through.
“Hello”. You heard the deep voice on the other line. You didn’t think he would answer.
“Um, hi.” You responded quietly, looking at the door to make sure you were completely alone.
Why were you doing this to yourself? You thought.
“Y/n, is that you?” Ben said, sounding a little too happy to hear your voice.
“Um, yeah, listen, I know I shouldn’t be calling, but-“ You started to speak.
“Is your little Jack not satisfying you?” Ben laughed through the phone, which made you frustrated.
“No, he’s fine. This is not what this is about. I just need to talk to you about something in person”.
You gave him the address to the wedding chapel. You felt fear wash over you. This shouldn’t be happening. You were going to be happy with Jack. You just needed to talk to Ben to get your nerves out.
“I’ll meet you near the restrooms around the alter, just please don’t get caught”. You whispered.
“Anything for you, baby,” Ben answered sarcastically.
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An hour has passed since your phone call with Ben. Your mom came back, helped you into your wedding gown, zipping you into the fabric, leaving no room to breathe. You stood in front of the mirror, letting your mom add the final touches. You should be imagining being with your future husband, but all your mind could think of was getting pinned to a wall by an older man a few minutes before walking down the aisle.
“You look beautiful”. Your mom said to put on your necklace. “Jack will speechless”.
You laughed awkwardly, straightening out your gown. “Um, I have to go to the bathroom”.
“Right now y/n you are walking down the aisle in 30 minutes,” your mom remarked.
“I’ll be quick, it’s just nerves probably”. You replied, already walking to the door, opening it, lifting your gown, rushing to the restrooms outside the altar, peeking inside, seeing everyone already inside, waiting for the groom to enter.
“Y/n”. You heard a voice behind you, and you immediately knew who it was.
“Ben”. You responded quietly, turning around as if gasping for air, and saw the older man in a tuxedo, his muscular figure still evident. His beard was neatly trimmed, as you thought about it, leaving red marks all over you.
You hurried him into the restroom, not wanting prying eyes to catch the two of you. “You wore a suit”. You commented.
“Why couldn’t I dress nicely for my girl’s wedding?” Ben laughed, looking at you up and down, walking closer to you, “I gotta say, you look real good in this wedding dress of yours”.
“We only have 20 minutes”. You muttered, glancing at the clock in the corner of the bathroom as Ben walked so close you could feel his breath on you.
“That’s more than enough time”. Ben smirked, smashing his lips against yours. His arms snaked beneath your gown, feeling his harsh grip on your bare thighs, making you moan into the kiss as he hoisted you off the ground and onto the countertop.
“Don’t ruin the dress”. You sighed as Ben’s lips left yours and kissed down your neck and your collarbone as you felt his calloused hands hook the waistband of your lace thongs.
“All pretty underneath for your little Jack, huh?” Ben scoffed, pulling them down, letting two of his digits collect your wetness, making you throw your head back.” And here you are letting me do this to you on your wedding day, such a little slut you are”.
“Please”. You moaned loudly as you felt his two digits stretch you out.
“Be quiet, don’t want everyone at the altar hearing you getting fucked do we?” Ben laughed, pumping his fingers in and out. You gripped his hair as he was taking you over the edge before pulling them out at the last second.
“Be a good girl and clean this up for me “. Ben smiled, glossing your lips with your pleasure before pushing them in your mouth as you sucked on them, clean, glancing at the time.
10 minutes left.
“I have to go”. You muttered as he pulled his digits out of your mouth.
“Oh cmon you can’t leave me hanging”. Ben smirked, kneeling on the ground and lifting your gown. You watched him disappear underneath all the fabric, gasping as you felt his hot breath between your thighs.
“Y/n is everything okay in there?” Your mom called out as she knocked on the door.
Knowing who Ben was, even with the sound of your mom calling your name, he didn’t stop. He kept going more harshly as you held back a moan, biting your lips as you felt his tongue on your slick folds.
“Uh, yeah, Mom, I’m fine”. You mumbled, throwing your head back as his tongue circled your sore clit.
“Ok, well, hurry up a little darling, you are supposed to walk down the aisle in a few minutes”. Your mom called out before walking away, and you heard her footsteps fade.
“Fuck Ben, I can’t”. You moaned, gripping the sink handle for support.
“Mhm, I missed how you tasted, sweetheart”. Ben mumbled, pulling away from your cunt, leaving you on the edge, not letting you have your release.
“Are you desperate for this, huh? A few minutes left before you have to walk down the aisle with your panties still drenched.” Ben said, unzipping his pants, pulling them down quickly, and releasing his cock.
“We have to be quick”. You muttered, glancing at the time
5 minutes left.
“It’s not like we haven’t been quick before”. Ben said, aligning himself at your entrance, thrusting harshly into you, making you gasp.
With each passing moment, you felt disgusted with yourself for wanting Ben, an older man who doesn’t know the difference between right and wrong, a man certainly not good for you, but here you were, craving his touch, minutes away from getting married.
“Go out from the window ”. You said, fixing your lipstick as Ben put his pants back on.
“I hope that Jack finds the residue in your panties,” Ben added while fixing his tie.
“This won’t happen again”. You said, looking at him.
“You said that last time, too,” Ben responded, kissing your cheek before unlatching the window, making his way out.
You took one last look at yourself, trying to make this the best day of your life. You took a breath, opened the restroom door, and made your way towards the altar, seeing your mom and dad were already there.
“There you are!” Your dad said,” We were getting worried”.
“Sorry, are we ready?” You asked your parents, trying to hide the lasting effect Ben has on you.
“Yes, yes.” Your mom said, happily, linking your arm with hers.
You looked between your parents as the doors opened to the altar. They looked so happy, relieved, even to leave you with someone like Jack, a respectable man who’s willing to put his reality on display to please yours, to protect your virtues while those virtues are in the arms of an older man.
You glanced at both sides of the audience watching your every move, and then you looked towards the end of the altar.
Jack. Your husband to be who’s smiling so painfully to you that it hurt that you weren’t even daring the thought that minutes before Ben’s hands were groping the intimate areas that were supposed to be revealed to Jack what hurt more was that you didn’t feel guilt of calling Ben to let him have you in ways that were too much to comprehend but yet here you are inches away from leaving the older man in the past while you still know his number by heart
Summary: New defense against the dark arts professor captivates you, a Muggle-born in the worst possible way, but what happens when that professor has bigger plans for you that you don’t even know of? A secret you kept to yourself resurfaces and falls into Tom Riddle's hands.
Context: Gore, kinda age gap, past trauma
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A muggle born the tragedy that left them powerless to the divinity of the victims suffering through their true identity. When Tom Riddle killed his father, he felt like a muggle standing over his dead, sullen body, waiting for the blood to emerge, spilling on the luxury grounds of the Riddle Manor. It never did come how Tom wished he had a knife to slice through each organ piece by piece, leaving the manor to be a home to a crimson corpse.
He was 16 then, and 10 years later, walking through the village of Little Hangleton, his soul half taken away as he walked the endless loop of small shops and citizens trying to get a glimpse of the very last remaining member of the house of Riddle.
“It’s a shame what happened to your father years ago”. The bartender said, pouring a glass of whiskey and sliding it over to Tom. “Who could do such a gruesome act?”
“Well, I didn’t know my father, but I’m sure he had his enemies,” Tom replied casually, taking a sip of his whiskey, looking out the window at the streets of Little Hangleton, trees grappling with the wind, having no control over the reality they were facing, the same way he felt in that filthy wool orphanage.
That August, after returning from disposing of his father's body, he looked around at the other kids for the first time. Out of all of his years of staying there, he realized they had something he didn’t have, which was to suffer the consequences of being a Muggle.
Is there causality in that being an advantage?
“Remember to stay inside the manor until I return,” Tom announced to his loyal followers, who sat in the dining room of the abandoned Riddle household. Since the Death Eaters are wanted, the manor at the very top of the mountain in the village of Little Hangleton was now being used as a sanctuary for Death Eaters to stay hidden away from prying eyes.
“When will you return, your students will need you back in Hogwarts.” Nott joked, smirking at Avery and Rosier
“I don’t need to explain myself, Nott.”Tom scoffed, putting on his jacket. “Complete each task I have given you. Once I come back, we will discuss each stage of destroying this village. I don't want any remembrance of my filthy Muggle father left.”
“Yes, lord.” They all responded in unison like soldiers under a tortured facade.
Tom shut the door of the manor, running his hand through his curls, pondering the Hogwarts grounds and its secrecy behind each consequence that he left behind. Using his suitcase as a portkey, he would once again be taken back to the Hogwarts Express to fulfill his role as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
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“I thought we wouldn't have a defense against the dark arts professor this year.” You said, confused, as you sat down in your potions class.
“Well, apparently we are, which sucks because now we are going to have double the amount of homework”. Your best friend, Alana, said, placing her books down on the shared desk, staring down at the cauldron.” I can’t even do this still.”
“Don’t worry, this time next year we will be traveling the world, forgetting all about these spells”. You laughed while opening your potion book.
Ever since your fourth year at Hogwarts, you knew you didn’t want to be an active member of the wizarding world. You realized there's nothing in this world left for you.
“Still want to be in the Muggle world after we graduate?”Alana replied, holding out her wand towards you, waving it from side to side.” You know you’ll miss it”.
“I'm not going to destroy my wand, it’s useful for a lot of things, I'm just not going to have any of those weird gadgets or whatever”.
“Ah, already done, Miss y/l/n”. Professor Slughorn interrupted, walking around the desk, leaning forward into the cauldron to inspect .” Well done, 10 points to Hufflepuff!”
“Thank you, Professor.” You replied, smiling. But your attention was diverted to the man who just walked into the classroom.
“Professor Slughorn, may I speak with you for a moment?” The man announced, his hands tucked into his jacket pockets. “In private”.
“Ah, Riddle, my boy.”Slughorn said kindly, wrapping an arm around the young man's shoulders."Are you ready for your first day of teaching defense against the dark arts?"
You looked over to Alana's reaction to finding out that this good-looking man will be your DADA professor. She looked over to you with her eyes wide.
“Yes, I am, sir,” Riddle replied, walking out of the class, expecting Slughorn to follow.
“Class dismissed”. Slughorn exclaimed, walking out of the classroom.
“Wow”. Alana said immediately, shoving her textbook in her bag.” Finally some entertainment”.
“He seems sort of young to be a professor”. You started speaking slightly out of the corner to get another glance at the young professor.
“Yeah, maybe he was some kind of a prodigy”. Alana smiled, walking beside you out of the classroom."We should go back to our dormitory before Defense Against the Dark Arts.”
“I’m sure he has some sophisticated posh girl waiting for him somewhere”. You laughed. ”I think we are out of luck. He doesn't seem to be the type to be interested in some 7th-year girls.”
“Well, at least we have something to look at”. Alana winked.
You giggled, adjusting your tie.” Never been so excited to go to class before”.
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“Has anyone believed themselves to have suffered the consequences they have been given?” Professor Riddle announced to the class, hands clasped behind his back, glancing among the students.
The room stood silent except for Riddle’s shoes hitting the garden floor, going down each aisle, glancing at each student as if shaming them for a sin they committed. You felt goosebumps crawl on your skin as he walked towards you.
“Miss Y/l/n”. Riddle pronounced each syllable with such meaning that it felt like he was disrespecting the last name entirely like he was disgusted with it. ” Professor Slughorn tells me You like experimenting with potions.”
“sometimes”. You mumbled, trying to hide away from his stare.
“Aren’t you afraid of messing it up, causing a disaster?”
“Well-“
“Disrespecting the art of corrupting a way of life constantly has repercussions, miss y/l/n.” Riddle interrupted. “Which is why this lesson is for all of you to console carefully.”
He soon left you to ponder walking over to his desk, continuing with his lesson, but you didn’t really pay attention to what he was saying, only the fact that you felt he was targeting right from the start. You didn’t know if that was a good sign or not.
“What’s so wrong with changing how a potion is made?” You scoffed, sitting down on the couch near the fireplace of the Hufflepuff common room.
“He’s just probably trying to look intimidating. It's his first day, and he wants to make an impression, I guess .” Alana replied, wiping the ink off her quill.
“Yeah, but I felt like he was targeting me”. You sighed, closing your eyes briefly. “Do you think he knows I'm a muggleborn? Maybe that's why”.
“What, no, there’s no Blood prejudice at Hogwarts , Professor Dippet wouldn't let him work with children if Professor Riddle had a problem with Muggleborns”.
“Ok, but think about what he said about the consequences. What if being a muggle-born is a consequence or something?" You whispered nervously.
“Oh, c'mon, he's speaking metaphorically, like I said he wants us to be intimidated by him,” Alana replied with a small smile.
You glanced at her, letting out a laugh. “I'm still going to sleep with one eye open.”
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The next few weeks of classes went by miserably slow ever since the first day, when Professor Riddle said, You didn't know if you should be relieved or not with everyone talking about the upcoming N.E.W.T exams that will determine everyone's worth in the wizarding world. Which made it even worse, knowing you don't want to have anything to do with wizardry once you graduate.
The great hall was filled with silence the only sounds you heard were whispers or quills writing harshly on parchment You stared at your history of magic essay blankly with your quill frozen on the parchment trying to fill the remaining time that you had in the study hall you shook head frustrated putting your quill down flinching at the sudden tap on your shoulder turning your head your eyes widened hoping you weren't in trouble for not being properly productive
“Professor Dippett".You said, trying to clench your throat from the evident shock of your voice.
“Miss Y/l/n, may I speak with you in my office for a moment?” Professor Dippet smiled reassuringly.
You nodded your head, trying to stop the thumping of your heart, as you packed your things up, avoiding the gazes of students snickering to their friends next to them.
“I hope you didn't think you were in trouble”. Professor Dippett laughed as he walked you into his office.
“Oh no, sir.” You laughed awkwardly, taking a seat in the leather chair in front of his desk, fiddling with your hands in your lap.
“Well, perhaps I should tell you why I called you in here Grindelwald escaped from Akazaban”.
Your heart dropped; visions of Grindelwal , the devil himself, crawled into your mind. He killed your Muggle parents with his cowardly wand to shield himself from his act, leaving you to watch in horror at the acts of wizardry being used for such cruelty 10 years old, you didn't know the madness he was carrying or why he was doing it. But now the only motive you ever thought he had was wanting power, revenge from the universe creating a disgrace to the wizarding world.
A muggleborn.
You stared at the lifeless body of your parents . You couldn't move, couldn't fathom your parents being so still and defenseless. You glanced back at Grindelwald, and you regretted how you just stood there watching him disappear into the abyss with a portkey. Ever since that night, you lived with your Muggle grandparents, even though they didn't know what truly happened. Aurors promising your safety, ensuring they put Grindelwald in Azakaban
“y/n, y/n are you alright, dear?” Professor Dippett shook you from your trance.
“Yeah, yeah, sorry, professor”. You mumbled. “How did he escape from the demonters?”
“That's what we are trying to figure out, but don't worry, you are safe at Hogwarts, he can't possibly make it here”.
“Are they trying to look for him?” You asked.
“Yes, very much so, the minister is doing everything they can. Please do not worry, my dear”.
“I won't.” You gave a reassuring smile even though you were panicking inside.
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“What did Professor Dippett want from you?” Alana questioned, sitting next to you in DADA.
“Oh, nothing, just about my scheduling conflicts”. You replied, opening your notebook. You were terrible at lying, so you made sure not to make eye contact. You never told Alana about the murder scene you witness; you just told her your parents died when you were little. You didn't want her to look at you differently.
‘Good morning,” Professor Riddle announced to the class, handing out parchment in each row.”Today, you all will be writing an essay about the acts of werewolves. I hope everyone was paying attention yesterday. I want it on my desk by the end of class."
Once class finished, everyone except you was rushing out of their seats, handing in their essays, while you were still staring at a blank parchment, your hand fisted in your hair, frustrated after hearing about your father. Your mind kept replaying the horrific act over and over again.
“Miss y/ln”. Professor Riddle glanced down at you and looked around the classroom, seeing that you were the only one left there. “You barely wrote a sentence down”.
“Oh, sorry, sir, I was just distracted”. You said quietly,” I can finish it for homework”.
Tom smirked.” Well, looks like someone is scared. I heard Grindelwald escaped from Azakaben .”
“Did Professor Dippett tell you?” you asked worriedly.
“Cmon I have something to show you in my office .” He snatched your parchment away as you quickly walked behind him to his office.
As you walked into his office, you dropped your quill, seeing someone tied up in a chair, unable to talk. All you heard were muffled screams
”well cmon don’t be shy, don’t you want to see who it is?” Professor Riddle smiled, leaning against his desk and rolling up the sleeves of his buttoned shirt.You hesitantly walked in front of the tied-up man.
“Grindelwald.” You said breathlessly, looking at Tom again.” How?”
“Oh, y/n, Grindelwald didn’t escape from Azkaban.”
You examined Grindelwald; he didn’t have a face left, only remnants of his facial structure. The dementors probably fed on him for nutrients for the past 7 years.
“What do you want from him?” You asked, clutching your wand in your robe pocket.
“Oh, looks like someone doesn’t remember my lecture on the first day”. Tom laughed creepily, walking over to his desk, taking out a sharp knife, making you back away, and Grindelwald letting out another loud, muffled scream .”You are a disgrace, a product of a mistake that shouldn’t have happened. You are the consequence left.”
You ran to the door trying to unlock it, but you couldn’t. Of course, you couldn’t, crying silently to yourself. You turned to look at Tom . “Just kill me already .” You whispered thinking your professor is about to murder you cold with the knife in his hand.
“That’s it, no protest, no fight,” Tom said, walking over to you and wiping a tear from your cheek with his thumb. Before placing the knife in your hands,” kill him,”
“What- no? “ You said, backing away with the knife still in your hand, as Grindelwald muffled screams grew louder.
“Don’t you hate him for killing your poor Muggle parents with no remorse? You want him to live.” Tom scoffed.
“I’m not a murderer!” You cried.
“Oh, but you are deep down, I know you are a filthy mudblood murder ready to kill anything in sight.” Tom said, shifting the chair that Grindelwald was tied to towards you. “This is the reality of being a muggleborn, now face the consequences.”
In some weird fucked up way, you felt captivated by your professor and his philosophies of consequences and how he cared for you to learn about such matters
Maybe you did need to face the consequences of being a Muggle-born. You thought to yourself.
“There’s my girl,” Tom said as he watched you point the knife at your father, who was shaking his head, pleading not to kill him.
“Why can’t I do with my wand instead?” You asked: at least, with a wand, it’s just one singular motion, leaving a body stilled.
“No, the knife teaches you your true identity.” Tom smirked, sitting down in his own chair like he was about to watch a show. “Kill him”.
You gulped, looking down at Grindelwald one last time as he screamed again before you stabbed him in the neck repeatedly as the visions again came to your mind of your muggle parents their lifeless bodies as you stabbed him all over his body its like your mind shut down as you kept on moving the knife not caring for the crimson that was spalltered all over your face. You finally felt satisfied as Grindelwald’s lifeless body hit the ground, you glanced towards the mirror, seeing yourself covered in blood as you wiped your eyes from the splattered blood
“Knew you could do it.”Tom said, standing up from his chair . “That was quite the performance.”
“I killed someone raw.” You said quietly, looking down at the remains of his body.
“And you liked it,” Tom replied, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze as he tucked your bloodstained hair behind your ears, leaning down to kiss you. You should’ve stopped it, but you didn’t. All you did was kiss him back, let the knife drop to the ground, and wrap your arms around his neck as the sullen body rotted beneath the two of you.
“God, you are such an idiot, Munson!” You spit at the curly haired boy in front of you. He had startled you whilst you had been reapplying lipstick at your locker, and now it was smudged on your nose. “Ugh, now I look like a clown,” you scoffed as you saw your reflection in the small mirror you kept in your locker, working quickly to wipe away the pigment.
“Well, I happen to think you still look wonderful, sweetheart,” he grinned.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t put it past you to have a thing for freaks,” you replied coolly as you forced the tube of your lipstick closed. “What are you doing here? What do you want?”
“Don’t act like you don’t love being in my company,” he said slyly.
A scoff left your mouth and you began to look around the hallway- if your friends saw you talking to Eddie there would definitely be questions. Plus, you didn’t want anyone to assume you were friends or anything.
“What is it? Did Dustin leave something behind at that trashy trailer of yours again?”
“No, no, this has nothing to do with our little Dustin,” he reassured, “I was just coming to let you know that my band’s doing another gig at The Hideout this Saturday.”
He grinned down at you as he let you digest his words. He started rocking on his heels once you didn’t respond right away.
“Henderson?” He nudged you, trying to get your attention, once he saw you start rifling through your locker as if he wasn’t there.
“What?” You sighed.
“Corroded Coffin? We're playing at The Hideout this Saturday?”
A pause.
“And?” You ushered.
“Well, I thought I’d pass you along an invite. I know you’re dying to hear us play.”
You slammed your locker door shut with a force that caused Eddie to straighten up his posture.
“Dude, I couldn’t care less about your band.” You said as you turned on your heel and started to walk away. Suddenly, you felt his hand grip your wrist to stop you. So, ripped your hand out of his grasp as if he’d just burned you. “What, Eddie? I already told you I’m not coming to see your band!”
“C’mon, sweetheart. It’s just one night! I know the guys would love to see you there.” He offered.
“Forget it. Stop being so goddamn needy.” You said as you started to walk away from him again. It was no use though, because you heard his clunky boots falling into step slightly behind you.
“Hey! Well- uh, Dustin’s coming! Yeah, so you kind of have to come. Y’know- to drop him off.”
You stopped short and felt his chest collide into your back. Taking a deep breath, you turned to face him again. “Right, then that’s what I’ll do. I’ll drop him off, but then I’m getting the hell out of there.”
“Oh, c’mon. Stick around for the show!”
“Why? So I can bleed all over my new diamond studs?” You questioned as you gestured to your earlobes.
“If you do, I'll get you a new pair.” He amended. “How does that sound?”
You took your head in your hands, pressing gently at your temples. “Why?”
“Well, because that would only be fair. They’re nice earrin-“
“No!” You cut him off abruptly. “Why do you need me to- just, forget it.”
Summary :Your wedding day has finally arrived. As you prepare for the big day, you decide to make a call to get the nerves out of your cold feet.
Context: Nsfw, age gap
A/n: don’t flop again 🙈🙈🙈
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“Ouch, not too tight, Mom.” You hissed as you felt hairpins stab your scalp harshly.
“I’m just making sure your bun doesn’t fall out“. Your mom replied, securing the hairpins neatly in your hair.
You looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling like a façade of the real world. Your makeup was flawlessly done, with your hair pinned up so elegantly that you were afraid to move too much. Next to the mirror, your wedding gown hung staring back at you, watching your every move like it knew everything you felt guilty about.
“Y/n, are you listening to me?” Your mom spoke, adding the final touches to your hair.
“Sorry, what did you say?” You answered, taking your eyes off the solemn wedding gown.
“I need to go speak to your father about the catering, apparently something is wrong with the pasta. Will you be alright for a few minutes?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine”. You smiled at your mom as she bid her goodbye and walked out of the bridal suite, shutting the door behind her, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
You sighed, glancing at the payphone that was in the corner of the room, like it was waiting for you to pick it up and call the man you shouldn’t be even thinking about on your wedding day.
Jack is a good guy. You thought about your husband to be and how safe and reliable he was for you, and how he treated you with respect that you didn’t even think that you deserved. Then there was the older man you never meant to fall for, but you did, and you shouldn’t have.
Ben. A man who showed no respect , barely reliable, but yet here you are on your wedding day, thinking of him.
You made your way to the telephone, letting your feet do most of the work, then your mind. You didn’t really think about the consequences that could potentially occur during this phone call. You entered his phone number, letting the ring be your chance to think this through.
“Hello”. You heard the deep voice on the other line. You didn’t think he would answer.
“Um, hi.” You responded quietly, looking at the door to make sure you were completely alone.
Why were you doing this to yourself? You thought.
“Y/n, is that you?” Ben said, sounding a little too happy to hear your voice.
“Um, yeah, listen, I know I shouldn’t be calling, but-“ You started to speak.
“Is your little Jack not satisfying you?” Ben laughed through the phone, which made you frustrated.
“No, he’s fine. This is not what this is about. I just need to talk to you about something in person”.
You gave him the address to the wedding chapel. You felt fear wash over you. This shouldn’t be happening. You were going to be happy with Jack. You just needed to talk to Ben to get your nerves out.
“I’ll meet you near the restrooms around the alter, just please don’t get caught”. You whispered.
“Anything for you, baby,” Ben answered sarcastically.
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An hour has passed since your phone call with Ben. Your mom came back, helped you into your wedding gown, zipping you into the fabric, leaving no room to breathe. You stood in front of the mirror, letting your mom add the final touches. You should be imagining being with your future husband, but all your mind could think of was getting pinned to a wall by an older man a few minutes before walking down the aisle.
“You look beautiful”. Your mom said to put on your necklace. “Jack will speechless”.
You laughed awkwardly, straightening out your gown. “Um, I have to go to the bathroom”.
“Right now y/n you are walking down the aisle in 30 minutes,” your mom remarked.
“I’ll be quick, it’s just nerves probably”. You replied, already walking to the door, opening it, lifting your gown, rushing to the restrooms outside the altar, peeking inside, seeing everyone already inside, waiting for the groom to enter.
“Y/n”. You heard a voice behind you, and you immediately knew who it was.
“Ben”. You responded quietly, turning around as if gasping for air, and saw the older man in a tuxedo, his muscular figure still evident. His beard was neatly trimmed, as you thought about it, leaving red marks all over you.
You hurried him into the restroom, not wanting prying eyes to catch the two of you. “You wore a suit”. You commented.
“Why couldn’t I dress nicely for my girl’s wedding?” Ben laughed, looking at you up and down, walking closer to you, “I gotta say, you look real good in this wedding dress of yours”.
“We only have 20 minutes”. You muttered, glancing at the clock in the corner of the bathroom as Ben walked so close you could feel his breath on you.
“That’s more than enough time”. Ben smirked, smashing his lips against yours. His arms snaked beneath your gown, feeling his harsh grip on your bare thighs, making you moan into the kiss as he hoisted you off the ground and onto the countertop.
“Don’t ruin the dress”. You sighed as Ben’s lips left yours and kissed down your neck and your collarbone as you felt his calloused hands hook the waistband of your lace thongs.
“All pretty underneath for your little Jack, huh?” Ben scoffed, pulling them down, letting two of his digits collect your wetness, making you throw your head back.” And here you are letting me do this to you on your wedding day, such a little slut you are”.
“Please”. You moaned loudly as you felt his two digits stretch you out.
“Be quiet, don’t want everyone at the altar hearing you getting fucked do we?” Ben laughed, pumping his fingers in and out. You gripped his hair as he was taking you over the edge before pulling them out at the last second.
“Be a good girl and clean this up for me “. Ben smiled, glossing your lips with your pleasure before pushing them in your mouth as you sucked on them, clean, glancing at the time.
10 minutes left.
“I have to go”. You muttered as he pulled his digits out of your mouth.
“Oh cmon you can’t leave me hanging”. Ben smirked, kneeling on the ground and lifting your gown. You watched him disappear underneath all the fabric, gasping as you felt his hot breath between your thighs.
“Y/n is everything okay in there?” Your mom called out as she knocked on the door.
Knowing who Ben was, even with the sound of your mom calling your name, he didn’t stop. He kept going more harshly as you held back a moan, biting your lips as you felt his tongue on your slick folds.
“Uh, yeah, Mom, I’m fine”. You mumbled, throwing your head back as his tongue circled your sore clit.
“Ok, well, hurry up a little darling, you are supposed to walk down the aisle in a few minutes”. Your mom called out before walking away, and you heard her footsteps fade.
“Fuck Ben, I can’t”. You moaned, gripping the sink handle for support.
“Mhm, I missed how you tasted, sweetheart”. Ben mumbled, pulling away from your cunt, leaving you on the edge, not letting you have your release.
“Are you desperate for this, huh? A few minutes left before you have to walk down the aisle with your panties still drenched.” Ben said, unzipping his pants, pulling them down quickly, and releasing his cock.
“We have to be quick”. You muttered, glancing at the time
5 minutes left.
“It’s not like we haven’t been quick before”. Ben said, aligning himself at your entrance, thrusting harshly into you, making you gasp.
With each passing moment, you felt disgusted with yourself for wanting Ben, an older man who doesn’t know the difference between right and wrong, a man certainly not good for you, but here you were, craving his touch, minutes away from getting married.
“Go out from the window ”. You said, fixing your lipstick as Ben put his pants back on.
“I hope that Jack finds the residue in your panties,” Ben added while fixing his tie.
“This won’t happen again”. You said, looking at him.
“You said that last time, too,” Ben responded, kissing your cheek before unlatching the window, making his way out.
You took one last look at yourself, trying to make this the best day of your life. You took a breath, opened the restroom door, and made your way towards the altar, seeing your mom and dad were already there.
“There you are!” Your dad said,” We were getting worried”.
“Sorry, are we ready?” You asked your parents, trying to hide the lasting effect Ben has on you.
“Yes, yes.” Your mom said, happily, linking your arm with hers.
You looked between your parents as the doors opened to the altar. They looked so happy, relieved, even to leave you with someone like Jack, a respectable man who’s willing to put his reality on display to please yours, to protect your virtues while those virtues are in the arms of an older man.
You glanced at both sides of the audience watching your every move, and then you looked towards the end of the altar.
Jack. Your husband to be who’s smiling so painfully to you that it hurt that you weren’t even daring the thought that minutes before Ben’s hands were groping the intimate areas that were supposed to be revealed to Jack what hurt more was that you didn’t feel guilt of calling Ben to let him have you in ways that were too much to comprehend but yet here you are inches away from leaving the older man in the past while you still know his number by heart
a/n: I’m working on a few requests alongside these oneshots, so bear with me 🫰🏼
A sole tear fell down the side of your cheekbone as you scrubbed the blood from your forearm. At the sight of it, your stomach turned. The brassy red had long since seeped into the cotton fabric of your turquoise scrubs.
Another pair ruined.
The words of your last patient in the emergency room- a car accident victim- still rung in your head. Haunting, paralyzing you.
It was some type of monster!
Please, don’t let me die.
I didn’t do anything!
There was nothing that could be done. She lost so much blood in the crash. There was so little time for her to explain the scene, to give clues into the mystery of the curse on Hawkins. So, you left the room with her blood on your hands, terrified of what was happening in your hometown.
It had been nearly three months since the violence had begun- teenagers disappearing, patients with inexplicably harsh injuries, partners taking their anxiety out on each other. You had started working at Hawkins General Hospital just as a volunteer about two months ago. However, due to the rise in crime and terror, your hours had extended far past what was customary. You now found yourself pulling ten hour days on the weekends.
People claimed to have heard voices. People became paranoid about the street lamps in their neighborhoods. There were car crashes and domestic abuses. There were fires and shootings. Neighborhood hotspots got blocked off with military personnel.
None of it made any sense to you.
With one last scrub, you turned off the faucet and reached for the stack of paper towels. The blood was gone from your skin, but you could still feel it there. The fabric of your scrubs felt hot and tight against your skin. But, you had no time to change into a fresh pair as you heard an announcement over the intercom.
Code Yellow. All medical personnel to their assigned stations.
Quickly reaching for your lanyard, you scanned the list of codes you hadn’t had the chance to memorize yet.
Code Red- Fire
Code Blue- Cardiac Arrest
Code Brown- Hazardous Spill
Code Yellow- Missing Person
A missing person in the hospital?
Promptly, you made your way back to the 3rd floor in search of Danielle, the nurse you were assigned to shadow.
Once you spotted the redhead at the nurses station, your steps quickened.
“Danielle? What are we- uhm- can I do anything?” You said quickly. At the sound of your voice, Danielle immediately perked up from the binder she was writing in.
“Oh, kid. You’re still here?” She asked, seemingly uninterested in your help.
“Yeah, I was just- I was helping out in the emergency room. Car accident.”
After a moment of silence, she spoke again. “Did you need something?”
Her lack of care surprised you. Did she not hear the code?
“Well, it’s just- the code that was called, I don’t really know how to help. I haven’t been told.”
“Oh, and I assume that would be my fault?” She asked pointedly.
“No! No, it’s not your fault. I was just wondering. I’ve never seen it happen before.”
For a moment, Danielle looked up from her papers again and considered you. You could see the faint dark circles under her hooded eyes and the way she had trouble focusing on you.
“Look, the other nurses will handle it. It was a patient from the fifth floor- they’ve got people out looking for him.” She said. “Hey, if you’re not busy then, would you mind running to the East Wing to get me a cup of coffee? I’ve got loads of patient intake forms to go through. Thanks.” Then, she picked her pen back up and started pulling out manila folders from a nearby cabinet.
Nodding once, you turned on your heel and fished around for quarters in your pocket.
Once you arrived at the East Wing of the hospital, you were surprised by how quiet that part of the building was. There were no nurses bumping shoulders at the supply cart or people on make-shift beds in the hallways.
No, instead there were a few nurses with clipboards making their rounds, talking in hushed tones. It was bizarre, but you didn’t let it deter you from the coffee.
Arriving at the vending machine, you felt around in your pockets for two quarters and tentatively slipped them into the slot. The machine started to whir quietly.
As you walked sluggishly back to the West Wing of the hospital with two hands holding the coffee, you heard a door slam aggressively from the end of the hallway. Out of curiosity you followed the sound and were led to a staircase. The placard next to the door read:
STAIRS TO ROOF
You sighed.
Fresh air.
A beautiful sunset.
Fresh air.
The thought of going up to the roof then was all too appealing. You were going onto hour seven of your volunteering shift and had yet to take a true break from the labor. Your scrubs were still hot and restricting on your skin. Also, the heat radiating from the coffee in your hands warmed you up even more. You figured that you could take a quick five minute break outside, after all, Danielle didn’t seem to want you around all that much. You set the coffee down by the doorframe.
With one hand, you pushed open the door and ascended the several flights.
The first thing your eyes met when you pushed open the door to the roof was the blood orange sky. Hues of piercing red and muted yellow were swirled into a magnificent sunset. The breeze was gentle against you, effectively removing the thin layer of sweat that had accumulated on your skin.
As you edged closer to the railing guarding the roof, you were able to see all of downtown Hawkins- the faint twinkling of a barbershop sign, kids heading East in flights of bicycles, smoke pouring out of the tallest chimney of the local steel mill.
The town had never looked so peaceful. You wished it could be like that all the time.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” You heard a voice sound from an unknown place. Immediately, you tensed and turned your body from the ledge. As you scanned the rooftop you saw a figure lurking near the opposite side- a man you had never seen before. His handsome features were speckled with blood, his clothes shredded slightly over his limbs.
For a moment, you didn’t know whether to be scared or concerned with his state.
Slowly, you took a small step towards him. He moved to wipe his eyes with the fabric of his fraying shirt, and you saw that his sleeves became streaked with tears.
“Are you okay?” You asked tentatively. “What are you doing up here?”
“I just-“ he sniffled, “-just needed some air. It gets crowded in there.”
You moved again, closer to him. There was a small ledge surrounding some type of generator a few feet from you, so you took a seat there. As you stretched your legs out you looked up at him again, only to find him already looking over at you.
“I get that. Things have been crazy around here lately.” You said. “Are you, uhm, a patient?”
He swallowed. “I- yeah. I am.”
After a beat, you spoke again. “Are you allowed to be up here? I mean, does anybody know you’re up here?”
“I’m not sure. I just left, I couldn’t stay there.” He said quietly, eyeing your clothes. “Do you work here?”
You ran your hands down your torso, feeling the fabric of your scrubs. “I’m just volunteering for the summer.”
He nods slightly.
“I think they’re looking for you in there,” you point out, “they called a code and everything.”
His eyebrows narrowed at your words.
“But I won’t- I won’t turn you in or anything. Not if you don’t want to go back.” You add tentatively.
He looked down at the ground. “I don’t want them to see me like this.”
“Who? Are you here with your family?”
He laughs, like, audibly laughs at your words.
“My family? No, no I doubt my parents even know I’m here.”
His tone makes your heart sink a little. “Now, why would you say something like that?”
“My parents are-“ he pauses as he tries to find the words. “-busy.” He decides.
“Well, then who are you here with? I’m sure they’re worried about you.”
He blinks slowly.
“You are- here with people right? You’re not alone?”
He shakes his head slightly. “No, I’m not alone. I came with a group and they’ve got us all crammed into a room on the fifth floor. I just can’t stand to be around them right now. You see-“ he begins, but stops abruptly. “Sorry. I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”
“You can tell me.” You offer politely.
He looks out at the darkening sky, scanning the clouds as if they held the answers he was looking for.
His body ached.
Gruesome scenes from the past kept him from sleeping at night.
There were people who depended on him, people who looked at him as a source of their own strength.
He felt he was losing the best parts of himself to a cruel world.
“I’m just so tired of trying to be strong.” He admits quietly, his eyes not leaving the sky. ”I’m tired of pretending to be okay- of faking smiles.”
A pang of sadness hits you unexpectedly. The pain he was experiencing sounded heavy. It sounded harrowing.
It sounded familiar.
Day in and day out at Hawkins General Hospital had been taking a similar toll on you. You had seen enough pain to last you a lifetime- widows sobbing over cold bodies, patients writhing around in pain, doctors calling their families to let them know they can start dinner without them. You had seen the light leave peoples eyes.
There were days where you wanted to quit. However, you usually became overwhelmed by a sense of duty and guilt.
How could you leave knowing that there were people suffering?
How could you ignore their pain?
You felt a tear fall from your eye and you didn’t move to wipe it away. “That sounds awful.”
You heard him hum in agreement.
He took a small step towards you, but his left knee buckled with the motion and he hit the concrete floor in front of you. As he propped himself upright you saw that his fall scraped the palms of his hands. He looked down at himself and groaned.
You wiped your cheek and started to crawl towards him quickly.
“Hey, hey it’s okay. You’re okay.” You coo gently. “Here, just lay against the step here for a second. What’s your name?”
“Steve- it’s uhm, Steve Harrington.” He says through gritted teeth. You quickly tell him your name.
“Okay, Steve. Where does it hurt?”
He sighs and takes his face in his hands, then peels them away once he remembers the freshly opened wounds. “M-my leg. God, it feels awful.”
Once he’s finally settled against the step you lay your hand against his shoulder to ground him. Then, you take the corner of your sleeve and start wiping at the spots of blood on his cheekbone. There were no cuts or scratches lying underneath, which made you question where the blood came from.
“What happened to you? If you- don’t mind me asking.” You bring your hand down from his face.
He sits in a thoughtful silence for a moment. You assume he’s replaying whatever gruesome scene brought him here.
“I can’t- it’s just,” he mutters out. His lip begins to quiver as he struggles to find the words.
“You know what? Don’t worry about it. Don’t even think about it. Here, just let me help you. You said it was your leg?”
Steve lifts his hand and motions abstractly to his left leg, the one you were sitting closest to. “Yeah, just- right above my knee.”
You look down at his left leg and see the denim of his jeans shredded around his knee. There was blood soaking through the blue fabric.
At the sight, your stomach turns. Sure, you’ve dealt with bloody injuries before, but never by yourself. You go to shift the fabric to give yourself a better look at the injury but stop once you realize you’re not wearing the proper latex gloves.
You start to stand up, “Listen, I’m just gonna run downst-“ You stop speaking once you feel his hand grip around your wrist.
“You’re leaving?” He asks, his eyes moving wildly.
“Just to get some supplies. I’ll be back.”
But his grip doesn’t loosen.
“Steve-“
“Please, just- don’t leave yet.” He sighs. “Can you maybe just sit with me for a little bit?”
You look down at him and are immediately met with his wide brown eyes. His eyebrows are pushed together slightly, and the sight makes your heart ache.
“Your leg-“
“Please.”
Your lips purse. It wouldn't be right for you to abandon his need for medical attention, but you supposed you couldn’t force it on him either.
Turning slightly, you move to lay against the steps alongside him and you hear him breath a sigh of relief.
“If you bleed out on this rooftop I’m gonna be pissed.” You say jokingly. Next to you, Steve chuckles lightly and then clutches at his aching ribs.
After a few minutes of blissful silence pass, he speaks again. “You know, you never answered my question from before.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, I asked you if you thought it was beautiful- the sky.” He replies gently with his eyes still locked on the sky.
Since he asked the first time, the colors before you had faded from a bright blood orange to a warm magenta hue. It was truly spectacular, as if the sky was putting on an exhibit just for the two of you.
You hum. “ ‘s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Finally, he pulls his eyes from the sky and settles them on your profile. A warm feeling spreads throughout his chest, something he hasn’t felt for a long time.
Content.
Hope.
“Good.” He states simply. “I’m glad.”
The two of you lied there until the Sun fully disappeared behind the horizon, basking in the comfort of a stranger’s shared pain.
“Don’t want you in my bloodline, just wanna have a good time”
Summary: After you hookup with Steve at a Friday night party, your friendship faces awkward misunderstandings and accidental heartbreaks when he wants more than just a casual relationship.
Content: underage drinking, fade to black smut, kissing, hurt/comfort, reader is a girl, (wc 3.6k)
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Your complexion gleamed under the warm lights of Steve Harrington’s living room, which was currently stuffed with buzzed teenagers dancing tragically to soft rock. It was the Friday after the Winter Break of your senior year. Although you had college admissions essays to write, SATs to prepare for, and mountains of homework to complete over the break, nobody could turn down a party invitation from Steve Harrington. The careless teenagers sought refuge at the grand house often and Steve was more than eager to accommodate them. Hosting parties became a part of his routine, his reputation- mostly because he was the only person in his senior class whose parents were almost never home.
Thank God for that.
So, your body swayed gently alongside your classmates as you sipped on a drink someone had shoved in your hand. It was somewhat of a red color and had hints of orange soda, fruit punch, and way too much rum. Delicious.
“Oh, look who decided to show up,” Steve bantered playfully from behind you. At the sound of his voice, you turned your head and scanned the crowd to find him.
“Steve!” You smiled, slightly tipsy. “Of course I came. How could I say no to you?”
Steve returned your expression with a confident grin. He was amused with your comment. Always so easy to please.
You knew that he had a thing for you- that much was obvious. Between the lingering touches and constant favors he was doing you, he didn’t hide it very well. But you figured if you ignored it for long enough it would go away on its own.
You had heard stories from girls around school, his ex-girlfriends, about his clinginess and sensitive nature.
He would call my house every night!
I blew him off once and he never let it go.
Of course you thought Steve was cute as a button, but there was no way you were gonna deal with another teenage guy that wouldn’t give you a second of peace.
“God, I haven’t seen you in forever,” he muttered as he looked down at your face. The rum punch you were drinking left a faint red stain on your lips.
You giggled. “What are you talking about, Steve? I saw you earlier this week.”
He pulled your body closer to his and smoothed down your wild hair. “Feels like forever.”
“You missed me?” You teased. His eyes slid down your body and settled on the carpeted floor, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks as he smiled bashfully.
To stifle his shyness, you spoke again. “What have you been up to? I heard the basketball team’s kicking ass, yeah?”
Steve perked up. “Oh, we’ve been killing it out there. Coach says we might have a chance at states.”
“Oh I bet.” You say as you down the last contents of your drink.
Steve was quiet for a moment. Then, “You know- I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at a game before. Why’s that? Don’t wanna support your local team?”
You shuffle the remaining ice cubes in your glass as you think of a response. “Well, what business do I have going to a basketball game?”
Steve smiles. “I mean, you could come to see me play.”
Internally, you groan at the cutesy suggestion. The image appeared in your hazy mind for a moment- you cheering in the stands of Hawkins High gymnasium wearing Steve’s jersey with your cheeks striped green and orange. What a cliche.
“You want me to see you play?” You tease.
He shakes his head rapidly. “Yeah, actually. It’d be nice to see a pretty girl in the crowd.”
A sigh leaves your mouth but he doesn’t catch it. He slid a hand over his hair to smooth it down, and honestly, the idea of him primming himself so that you thought he looked nice was kind of cute. And hey, he did look kind of nice.
“Whatever you say, Steve.” You relent.
“Now, c’mon don’t just brush me off.” He smiles. “I’m serious. I’d love to see you at one of my games.”
Your mouth opens but no sound escapes. From a distance, you can hear the music stopping as someone switched out the tape.
“I-uhm,” you shake up the ice cubes in your cup, “I’m gonna go get another drink. I’ll see you ar-“
“Oh, hey I’ll get you another one. What kind of host would I be if I didn’t take care of my guests?” He laughs as he takes the plastic cup from your hand. As the cup slides into his grip, you feel his fingers gently placed against yours. For whatever reason, the touch shoots electricity from your brain to every nerve in your body.
As you look up into his eyes, you know he felt it too.
“Oh, fuck,” Steve groaned into your ear as you rolled your hips over his jeans, straddling him on his mattress. He slid his hands up to hold your waist, desperate to keep the delicious pressure on his cock. “That’s so good, baby.”
His voice sounded slightly muffled to you due to the pulsing, electric sound of contemporary music and rowdy dialogue radiating from downstairs. You tried your best to focus solely on him, the way he felt against you. The alcohol helped you to shut out the outside world, as well as the self-preserving distance you had been told to put between you and Steve.
“Feels so good,” you sighed softly into his neck. “I knew you’d feel so good.”
He stared at you with a dazed look in his eyes, slightly pushing his hips up to press into you further. “Yeah?” he challenged, “you want more?”
His grip on you tightened as he awaited your answer. But, you kept torturously silent for a few moments, contemplating. You wanted to keep him on his toes.
Then, “God, yes. Please.”
The only thing separating your sensitive skin with his was the rough denim of his Levi’s and the soft cotton of your panties. The fashionable skirt you put on for the party had long since ridden up your waist, leaving you nearly exposed. Steve moved to undo his belt buckle as you pressed your hands to his chest. He felt strong underneath you- all warm skin and softly toned muscle. Once his belt was tossed to the hardwood floor, he moved his hands to the small zipper on the back of your skirt.
You stalled as you felt his hands dip under your waistband.
“I wanna keep it on,” you stated, “I’ll just slide my panties to the side.”
“But-“ he argued, “I- I just wanna see you. Please. You’re so beautiful. Just-just let me see you, baby.”
You may have been slightly buzzed, but you were sober enough to keep things at least somewhat clean and simple. If you indulged in that type of intimacy you knew he’d make it into something bigger than it was. If you got naked for him, he’d swoon at the closeness, he’d melt against the warmth of your skin. You knew to cut him off before it got too intimate.
“I just-“ you replied, “ngh, I can’t wait. Just want it now.” And without another word you pulled the cotton fabric to the side and reached for the waistband of his boxers.
Steve just looked at you, not your moving hands or your exposed cleavage, but your concentrated face.
“Whatever you want,” he said warmly, placing a wet kiss on your clothed shoulder.
By the time you got to school the following Monday, the memory of Friday night with Steve was fuzzy in your mind. You remember leaving the party pretty much right after you hooked up with him. He had insisted on you spending the night in his bed, or at least for him to give you a ride home. But, you rejected his advances and left his bedroom promptly after. That was the last time you had seen him.
So, when you saw him waiting around your locker that morning, your footsteps faltered.
“Hey!” Steve called out to you when he first spotted you in the hallway. He was holding one strap of his backpack with his hand, the other one tucked into the front pocket of his khakis.
“Hey, Steve,” you replied as you turned your combination into the lock. “Great party Friday.”
“Yeah, it was pretty great, wasn’t it?” His eyes were glued to your profile as you sorted through your books. “That’s, uhm, kind of what I wanted to talk to you about.” He added hesitantly.
Your heartbeat quickened. “Did you…. need something?”
“Well, it’s just that we- well y’know…” His voice softened at the explicit allusion.
“And?” You replied.
His eyebrows sank. “What do you mean ‘And’, we-“ he scoffed. “We had sex.”
You remained silent, now zipping up your backpack.
“I mean- doesn’t that mean anything to you?” He asked incredulously.
“I don’t really know what to say, Steve. We hooked up. It’s not really a big deal.”
“Not a big deal? What do you-“ Steve sighed, “Baby, what are you talking about?”
Suddenly, you felt eyes on you. You turned your head slightly and saw that some students had started to linger around the two of you, trying to catch fragments of the conversation.
“I’m not your baby, Steve. You’re not my boyfriend.”
His eyes softened. “I know that. I know, it’s just-“
You give him a prompting nod. “-it’s just….”
A soft sigh left his mouth. “I-I could be,” he shrugged. You briefly looked down at your polished shoes. The laces were tied way too tight.
“It’s not like that, Steve. I’m sorry. I thought you knew that.”
“It could be,” Steve argued, “We already see each other all the time. And-and we’re obviously both attracted to each other. And-“
”Steve,” you cut him off, “What are you doing?”
He blinked. His mouth was slightly open, seemingly stuck on what to say next; what would make this right, what would give him what he truly wanted. But, he couldn’t bring himself to say the words that were ringing in his ears.
Suddenly, the bell rang for homeroom and you noticed that the hallway was completely empty except for the two of you.
“I’ve got to get to class, Steve. But, I’ll- I’ll see you around, okay?” You ask as your figure was already retreating, leaving him alone in the hallway.
His mouth closed and he felt his tongue go dry. “See ya,” he muttered to himself, shrugging his backpack higher onto his shoulder.
Over the next couple of days, Steve thought more about his relationship with you more than he ever had before. In school, his eyes scanned the rooms he entered in search of you. At home, he recounted the words you spoke to him at the party. When he was in the locker room after the basketball game you didn’t show up to, he stared at his body in the mirror. He contemplated what you thought about his shape, brushing his fingers over where you touched him.
How did he get this all so wrong?
He’d never really been casual with a girl before, but he didn’t think it would feel this odd. He didn’t understand how you could have no romantic feelings for him whatsoever despite your obvious physical attraction to him. Weren’t they basically the same thing? Interconnected? They had always been for him, at least.
There was something about that night that felt meaningful to him. Like, it was the start of something he had been working for ever since he got over Nancy Wheeler.
Besides your beautiful face and charming smile, he was intoxicated by the feeling he got from simply being around you. That’s why he invited you to those parties. Hell, that’s probably why he kept throwing them so often. So, when you asked him if he wanted to go upstairs with you the night of the party, he smiled suavely and followed your lead, but was rubbing the palms of his hands on the back of his jeans the whole way up.
After a few weeks of living in limbo, he couldn’t help himself. The weekend was just around the corner, and in second period American History as he stared at the back of your head, he made plans to call his parents at lunch to see what they’d be doing that weekend.
The Harrington House looked beautiful the night of Steve’s sporadic Saturday night party- warm leftover Christmas lights strung on the rooftop, a sprinkling of snow on the landscaped lawn, icicles glistening as they hung from the windows.
From the moment the first guest showed up, Steve was on edge. Making himself useful was a good distraction, he recently discovered. So, he went around pointing people to the drinks, helping people set up beer pong in the basement, and pacing in the kitchen as it got later into the night. You were never one of the first people at the party.
Like clockwork, you walked into the house leading a pack of your girlfriends at around nine.
Steve's heart stuttered as he saw you- all dressed up in a pretty, black outfit. You had one lock of hair twisted between your fingers as you walked further into the house, assessing the atmosphere.
Like the good host that he was, Steve wanted to seek you out immediately. But, he didn’t know what was going through your head since your conversation by the lockers the other week. He didn’t know if the two of you had agreed to be casual, or if the two of you were even on good terms at all.
Steve thought it would be best for you to have a drink and adjust for a few minutes before he went looking for you on the dance floor, where you’d inevitably end up.
Still, he was ecstatic that you showed up at all. That had to be a good sign, right?
By nine thirty, you found yourself next to your friend Monica as the two of you danced around in the Harrington’s living room. The room was warm and stuffy with all the bodies pressed against each other, but, you found the temperature kind of nice.
You were nursing a drink that some guy in your art class gave you- a purpleish drink that had hints of grape soda, lemonade, and again, way too much vodka. Yummy.
Steve was eyeing you from the kitchen as he pretended to listen to a guy on the basketball team, Martin, talk about how the coach was gonna make him Captain next year. His eyes trailed all over your swaying figure. The distance was getting harder to maintain.
“Ugh, I love this song!” Monica shouted from beside you as Footloose started playing from the speakers. She swung one uncoordinated arm around you and started pulling you along to dance faster with her. You giggled as you tried to keep up.
“Yeah, no but that last one against the Lions? Their defense was all over the place. God, my shoulder hurt like hell after that game.” Martin mumbled drunkenly to Steve as he refilled his grape soda-lemonade-vodka. Steve’s head started to hurt a little with all the noise, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave the scene, especially since you were there.
“‘Kay I gotta go find Annie, I’ll see you later man.” Martin remarked before disappearing into the basement. Finally alone, Steve took a breath before smoothing his hair back with his hand. He moved out of the kitchen swiftly and descended to the living room, rubbing his palms on the back of his jeans.
Monica was stepping on your feet with her kitten heels as the two of you danced. At that point, she was completely wasted. You thought about trying to find her a ride home, but you didn’t ask around because you selfishly didn’t want to have to leave the party. You hadn’t seen Steve yet, and it was starting to bother you.
The conversation you had with him the other week still puzzled you. There was still so much that was left in the air between the two of you.
Since then, you had briefly wondered what Steve would be like as your boyfriend.
Of course, clingy.
Probably overbearing.
But, you still felt bad for not wanting to commit to him more. He was a nice guy. Plus, you were sure your exes had a couple of things to say about you. You weren’t perfect, so how could you hold him to such a high standard?
“I didn’t think you’d show up,” a voice sounded from behind you. You took a breath before turning to face him.
“Steve, hi,” You said cautiously as Monica started to lean her full body weight on you.
“You look great,” Steve said, “you always look great.”
Your face flushed at his compliment. He took it as a good sign.
“You look, uh, great too. I like that jacket on you.”
His posture straightened at your compliment. Oh, this was a great sign.
“Thanks” he said simply. He hadn’t really planned out what to say to you once he got there, instead he followed the gravitational pull of your presence. “We won against the Lions the other day,” he offered quickly. “Next game determines who goes to counties.”
You smiled genuinely. “Steve, that’s great. Your coach must be so proud of you guys.”
“Yeah,” he replied, eyeing the swaying girl beside you. “Is she- Is she okay?”
Monica started giggling into your blouse. “Ah, she’s- she’s just a little drunk.”
“Just a little?” Steve challenged. Suddenly. Monica jerked upwards, inadvertently spilling the remaining contents of her drink on Steve’s sneakers. ”Here, let’s get her upstairs.” Steve said. He swung one strong arm around her for support and began guiding the two of you between the teenagers in the crowd.
When you walked into Steve’s bedroom behind him and Monica, you immediately felt a sense of déjà vu. The soft rock playing faintly from behind the closed door, the dimmed lights, the scent of alcohol on your breath. You wondered if Steve felt it too.
He plopped Monica onto the foot of his bed and she leaned against the bedpost. Moving quickly, he grabbed the carafe from his nightstand and began pouring Monica a glass of water. She took it from him gratefully, only spilling a few drops on the comforter beneath her.
“Thank you for, uhm, helping her. It’s very nice of you.” You squeaked from the side of the room.
Steve quickly looked up at you, catching your eye contact immediately.
“ ‘s no problem.” He shrugged.
Then, a silence filled the room. Neither of you knew what to say to each other because you both weren’t sure where you stood. You listened as Monica slurped the water from the glass cup, occasionally coming up for a big gasp of air. It was kind of annoying, but you were glad she was there as a buffer.
“Look, I’m sorry for, uhm, putting you on the spot like that the other day.” Steve said quickly as he stood up from the bed.
“It’s okay, Steve. It was just confusing- that’s all.”
“Well, I don’t want things to be- to be confusing for us.”
“Don’t worry about it,“ You shrug. “It’s casual. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
He deflates slightly. “Casual,” he echos, testing the words on his tongue.
You take a small step closer to him. “Steve, I really liked being with you that night.”
He looks down at your face. Your eyelids were sparkling with a faint silver glitter, and he thought it looked magnificent. Taking a step closer to you, he could smell your floral perfume- the same scent that’s been on his pillows for weeks. Your lips were painted a faint pink shade, the same shade that was smeared on the collar of his favorite shirt. Your long nails were pressing crescent shapes into the palm of your hand, matching the ones you left on his bare shoulders a few weeks ago.
He realized then that you were everything.
And that scared him.
But the idea of not having you in any capacity scared him even more.
“I can be that for you.” He said, wiping his eyes with the denim of the jacket you loved on him.
You stalled. Internally, you were struggling to accept his proposal in good faith. That wasn’t what he wanted. He was doing it to make you happy. But, you also couldn’t stand the idea of losing him forever.
“You don’t want that, Steve.”
He sighed, “Maybe I do! Maybe I just- just want to be close to you.”
Your heart sank at his admission, your nails pressing further into your palm. You felt like a spoiled child.
“That’s not fair to you.” You said, watching his eyes lower to the floor. “You shouldn’t settle, okay?”
Slowly, he brought his hands up to your hips and squeezed gently. “It’s not settling. It’s- I’d be lucky to have you.”
The words sat in the air between the two you for a moment, saccharine and honest. He was so close to you, and the distance was only growing smaller. Steve brought one hand to the back of your neck for support. Then, he kissed you.
It was quick, but firm.
When he pulled away from you, he started searching your face for something that would suggest he was out of line. However, your head was already tilted slightly away from him. Quickly, you looked over to Monica, who was lying quietly on the foot of the bed. Her mouth was slightly agape and her eyes were closed. A sigh of relief left your mouth.
You turned back to Steve, and hidden from the prying eyes of his gossipy ex-girlfriends, you kissed him back.
Steve was delightfully surprised. As soon as the initial shock passed, he quickly moved to lock his lips against yours, pressing and pulling your lips gently.
A soft smacking sound began to fill the room, mixing tantalizingly with the muffled sounds of music from downstairs. Your fingers found his hair and you pulled slightly at his roots. The distance between the two of you closed again and you reveled in the warmth his presence brought you. His hands slid down to your back, pulling you firm against his steady frame.
Suddenly, Steve pulled away from you for air. Still, his face remained close to you and his lips still brushed against yours. His breath was hot against your mouth.
“Don’t let me go,” he whispered against your lips. His tone was soft but surprisingly steady. “Just- just try me. Give me a chance.”
After a beat, you spoke softly. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”
Steve broke out into a small smile. “Really?”
Slowly, you took an eye pencil you had been carrying around for touch up’s out of your pocket and removed the cap with your teeth. Taking his arm, you placed the pencil against it firmly and started to write out numbers.
“You can call my house,” you clarified, “just- just not every night, okay?”
“Yeah, okay. I’ll call you.” He smiled wider. You moved towards the bed and wrapped an arm around Monica.
“Come on, Mon” you whispered in her ear, your voice slightly wavering.
Steve watched as the two girls stumbled out of his bedroom. As you moved to close the door behind you, you looked up and found his eyes once more.
“Goodnight, baby.” You teased gently.
He chuckled. “Get home safe, baby.”
You removed yourself from his presence with the last bits of strength you could garner, stumbling with your friend back into the party Steve threw for you, and exiting out the front door.
