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.
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“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.
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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.
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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,
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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.
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“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: 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
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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.
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“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.
Summary: You are home from your first year at university you didn’t think there’s something waiting for you back at home but you were stand corrected by a particular ice cream man
Context: Age gap, Nsfw
A/N: Inspired by @droogiesanddiscourse fire Max Cady posts. Also guys I genuinely don’t know any ice cream flavors so bare with me
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The sun rays glistened your skin as you laid down on one of your deck chairs, closing your eyes briefly letting your body relax for the first time of the summer season. You came home from your first year of college a couple days ago. Nothing really exciting happens at a small school in the middle of nowhere but it was peaceful to know everything was in a routine.
“Wake up, wake up ”. Your little brother Leo said frantically shaking you awake like it was some kind of emergency.
“Leo what's wrong?” You replied worriedly sitting up on the chair hearing the ice cream truck bells from the distance.
“Ice cream!” He ran inside of the house through the patio door e to get his sneakers. You rolled your eyes annoyed from your disruption of relaxation but nonetheless you got up not bothering to put on a cover up over your bathing suit the ice cream truck bells neared your street closer and closer.
“Leo cmon you don't want to miss it!’’. You said putting on your flip flops waiting for Leo to finish tying his shoes.
“I'm coming!’ Leo yelled running to your side out of breath you laughed holding his hand unlatching the fence door walking to the ice cream truck that was crowded by little kids and their Moms as you and Leo neared the line of kids. You glanced up at the ice cream man and your breath hitched at the sight of the older man handing out each cone with such ease his tattooed biceps hitting the sunlight perfectly. The Hawaiian shirt he was wearing was tugging on the curves of his muscles outlining them just right allowing you to imagine the rest. The man had a cigar between his mouth smoking it effortlessly making you almost guilty for looking too long.
“We are almost up.” Leo said excitedly, yanking your wrist lightly which got you out the trance you were in.
You let out a breath that you didn't even know you were holding as you took out your wallet giving Leo your last dollar bill to use.
“Hi there”. The man said his thick deep southern accent was evident which made your skin crawl in goosebumps. You made eye contact with him for a few seconds before you looked away from him pushing Leo in front of you.
“Hi, could I get a chocolate swirl with sprinkles please?”. Leo asked smiling handing him the dollar bill
“Sure thing”. He replied, prepping the cone and handing it to Leo who ran off to play with some of the other kids on the street before glancing at you . “and what would you like darlin”.
“I- uh I don't have money on me”. You stuttered annoyed at yourself for not speaking coherently and trying not to look at his tattooed muscular arms too long.
“Oh that's not an issue”. He smirked his eyes looking you up and down like he was undressing you with every move. “On the house”.
“Really Are you sure”.
“Postive it would be a damn shame to let a pretty girl leave empty handed”. He winked at you. Leaning slightly forward his broad tattooed chest on display.
“Ok I'll have the vanilla swirl with chocolate sprinkles ”. You say shyly.
He nodded his head giving you the cone your hands touched slightly making your breath hitch the more you looked at him the more you felt guilty. Even on campus surrounded by boys your own age you never felt your throat tightening or a mystical sensation in the pit of your stomach. Always too boyish to satisfy any virtue.
“Thank you for the free ice cream”. You smiled as you started to walk away realizing it might look suspicious if you hung around the ice cream truck for too long.
“Anytime darlin”. He called out, taking his cigar out, stubbing it watching you walking away.
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The next day goes by and you couldn't get the ice cream man driver out of your mind. You thought after a singular interaction you would have forgotten him but the glimpses of his rippled muscular arms came across your mind every so often what have you gotten yourself into.
You had your feet in the pool watching over Leo feeling the coldness of the water. At least now you had an excuse to have another look at the ice cream man. What would another look do any harm to you? You stood up from the edge of the pool and went inside your house to grab your book from the kitchen counter but your ear perked up hearing the familiar bells nearing your street.
You glanced at the clock on the wall at 2:23pm and you would keep that in mind. You hurried into your bedroom putting on some lipgloss and blush that wasn't too much right. You walked out of your room and jumped slightly, seeing Leo standing at your doorway already ready to go.
The ice cream truck was closer to your house then you remembered. But that feeling you couldn't quite understand yet came over your body when you glanced at that same older man. This time he was wearing sunglasses which made you feel more exposed .
“Mom said I can go to Randy’s house after”. Leo asked as you two stood in line pointing dramatically at Randy house across the street.
“Uh ok just dont get me in trouble”. You replied with your eyes not leaving the ice man driver who was throwing his charming smile to everyone flashing them a delightful view of the curve of his muscular arm making you feel
Once Leo got his ice cream he scurried off to go play with the other kids on the ends of the street.
“Oh I remember you from yesterday”. The man said, leaning forward slightly. “But I didn't catch your name”.
You told him your name not knowing what else to say you didnt what you were expecting to begin with but you knew that you wanted to see him.
“beautiful name ”. He said taking out a cone, “you can call me Max if you would like."
You nodded your head smiling. “Oh um I don't have money left on me I just came with my brother.”
“Darlin, what did I tell you yesterday free of charge”. Max said, throwing you a charming smirk. You hated how his southern accent made your skin crawl with need.”So what will it be, a vanilla swirl again?”
“You remember my ice cream order.” You laughed crossing your arms watching him reach the top of the shelf and his shirt rode up slightly teasing his broad torse
“Why wouldn't I”. He said casually, giving you the cone. “You have a face that's hard to forget ”.
You never had these feelings for a boy before, nevertheless a man you had no experience in such a topic. You felt guilty for warning the attention of an older man. I mean you haven't even given boys your own age any sort of attention afraid of what would happen if their childish behaviors would embarrass you. What if this older man meant something to you but that for only you to find out.
“Thank you”. You smiled while eating the ice cream.
“So are you in college”. Max asked.
“Yeah I'm home for the summer”. You replied.
“So I'll be seeing more of you I'm sure”.
“Maybe you will”.
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The next few weeks you went to the ice cream truck everyday at 2;23pm with Leo of course. You told Max about your dull college life and your interests. You looked forward to hearing that southern accent that got your heart racing. You wanted to tell your friends about him but you just couldn't form the words in your mouth that you liked someone you see only for a few minutes a day.
“This movie is so bad”. Your friend Charlotte said as she stared at the screen through the car. Glancing at you.”I cant believe it's your favorite movie ever”.
“The Magician is a good movie, you are just uncultural”. You said jokingly giggling as Charlotte shoved you lightly looking around the drive in.
“You know Danny is coming .” Charlotte said excitedly. “And he said he's bringing a friend so who knows maybe you guys could talk .”
Danny was Charlotte's boyfriend ever since they got together Charlotte was persistent in getting you a boyfriend but if only she knew.
“Charlotte what if his friend is a creep”.
“Hes not c'mon he's majoring in architecture so basically you could be married to an architect”.
“Okay lets not get ahead of ourselves”. You laughed.
“Oh speaking of the devil”. Charlotte nodded to the car that parked across from them. You rolled your eyes wanting to get out of this situation as quickly as possible. But was only met with Charlotte dragging you out of the car to talk to her boyfriend.
Danny shut the door behind him walking up to Charlotte hugging her and then came along his friend. “Hey, I'm Mark." The young boy said, outstretching his hand to you.
“Hi nice to meet you”. You replied kindly shaking his hand before letting go looking around awkwardly glancing at Charlotte who was walking with Danny arms linked to god knows where. “Um do you wanna get some popcorn?”.
“Yeah”. Mark replied walking with you to the concession shop they had in the corner of the drive in .
The two of you talked on the way there. Mark was charming and intelligent. You felt obligated you should've felt at least something but you didn't.
“Ladies first”. Mark joked as he opened the door and you smiled walking in the shop. There were only a few people in there, nobody really catching your eye. “I could order a couple snacks”.
You nodded your head sitting in one of the booths waiting for Mark. The bell rang once more, your eyes widened seeing the familiar face that walked through it was Max. He made eye contact with you but only for a few seconds before turning to the cashier. Was he playing a game with you purposefully leaving you wanting more to have desires that shouldn't be met. Your mind swarmed with thoughts. Was he with someone? Did he like her better than you?
“Y/n”. Mark said, interpreting your train of consciousness giving you the buttered popcorn
“Thank you”. You smiled, shaking your head, making your way to the door trying not to spare one last glance at Max. “I uh um Charlotte and Danny are probably waiting for us”.
The four of you guys were sitting in the car together. You and Mark were sitting in the backseat watching the film . You felt Mark inch closer to you but you inched backwards because you couldn't get Max out of your mind and how he was only a few footsteps away. Mark was about to put his arm around you but you were practically glued to the car door trying to get out to make an excuse to peek in the shop to see if Max was there wanting to feel your stomach churn at the sight of him.
“I have to go to the bathroom”. You exclaimed not waiting for a response as you opened the car door to the cold air making your way over to the little shop.
Once you walked there you hesitantly opened the door to the shop not knowing if you wanted him to be there or not. Then the air shifted, the familiar sensation took over your body glancing at the older man who was slowly taking over your mind. He was wearing a plaid button down and his hair was curling at the edgesYou exhaled heavily, feeling shameful for going up to someone twice your age.
He was sitting at the bar arms folded smoking a cigar laughing at something the bartender had said. You looked around one last time to make sure nobody you knew wasn't going to pop out at any moment to witness the scene.
“Could I get a glass of water please? ” You asked the bartender sitting on the barstool next toMax watching his eyes examining every move I made.
“Thougtht I saw you with your boyfriend where he is”. Max asked suddenly.
“Hes not my boyfriend.”You replied immediately thanking the bartender for the glass of water.”Im just here with my friend its stupid really she wanted to set me up with with her boyfriend’s friend I just met him today”.
Max smiled, taking a drag of his cigar. “You smoke?”
“No, not really a few times but nothing thrilling so are you here by yourself orr-”.
“Im here by myself after a full day of serving ice cream thought I might get some fresh air”. He started leaning closer to you slightly. “So you don't like that kid at all”.
“Not at the moment no”.
“And you feel guilty about that right?”
“Howd you even-” You stuttered your eyes widening is this another game he was playing with you.
“Cmon darlin it wasnt that difficult to tell I mean you were practically looking for a way to escape when he was talking to you earlier”. He said running his free hand through his hair.
“Look he’s a nice guy, it's whatever ”. You said sipping on your water wanting to change the topic.
He nodded his head, stubbing the cigar on the ash tray. “So Do you like the movie they are playing?”.
“Yeah it's one of my favorites”. You replied with a smile on your face. “I think Bergman is a way better director than all those commercial ones. I mean his movies actually have something to talk about in them rather meaningless action sequences.”
“How about that movie Seven Samurai you seem the type to be into that sort of thing”.
“ Kurosawa is the exception to action sequences”. You said looking over to the clock in the corner of the shop realizing you've been there way longer than a bathroom break. “I should probably find my friends”.
“So soon cmon they wont notice if you are gone the movie is still playing anyways”. Max said convincingly. “Besides I could be much more entertaining if you wanted me to be”.
“Really how you'll put on a show for me”. You laughed standing up from your barstool grabbing your purse. “I don’t want them to get suspicious.”
“Suit yourself.” He shrugged standing up towering over you grabbing a pen from his back pocket writing something down."But if you change your mind.”
“Is this your number?”you questioned as he gave you the piece of napkin.
Max smirked leaning down to kiss your cheek “I’ll see you later sweetheart.”
“Bye.” You smiled tucking the napkin in your purse walking out of the store making your way back to the car.
“What took you so long.” Charlotte asked turning around to glance at you .”we were about to send a search party looking for you.”
“Sorry sorry.” You laughed looking over to mark who smiled sweetly at you if only you had a moral compass of who was right for you and who you should be interested in.
You brought your attention back to purse peeking at the napkin he gave you with his home telephone number written on it. Should you throw it and do yourself a favor or call him to experience the world churn around you for the first time.
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After the movie was over Charlotte bid her goodbyes to Danny walking him to his car. You slammed the backseat door closed walking to the passenger seat jumping slightly as Mark blocked your way.
“It was nice meeting you”. Mark smiled.
“Yeah it was nice to meet you too.” You replied, peeking behind his shoulder getting a view of Max walking out of the store and into his car.
“Hey I was thinking there's that new diner place that just opened up, maybe we can check it out sometime”. Mark mentioned.
“Yeah sure”. You lied with a smile as you bid your goodbye and turned to Charlotte's car plopping down in the passenger seat rubbing your eyes harshly trying to get yourself to stop thinking about the older man as I heard Charlotte
“So it looks like you two hit it off.” Charlotte excitedly started the car."And he's your type.”
“I mean yeah he’s really sweet .” You replied looking back one last time to see if Max was still there.
“What are you looking at?”. Charlotte questioned as she reversed the car out of the parking lot.
“Nothing thought I saw something.” You relaxed back into your seat counting down the minutes before you were in your bed.
Once Charlotte dropped you home you went straight upstairs to your bedroom unzipping your purse putting the piece of napkin on your nightstand like it’s your most prized possession. You knew tomorrow you would see Max again his sweat glistening over his biceps tracing over his tattoos in unimaginable ways 2:23pm your virtues will be in some older man's hands should the truth be disobeyed even if you already angered it.
Your legs walked you to your closest before your mind. You could catch up by grabbing every bathing suit you owned trying to find one that would catch Max’s eye holding each bikini to yourself looking in the mirror at the sheer details trying to find the perfect one. Finally after an hour you landed on a checker pattern red and white bikini with a lace trimming. It was subtle in the ways that you wanted Max not so discreetly.
You laid down in your bed under the covers, closing eyes the images of Max at the drive in popped in your head. You imagined an alternate universe where he wasn’t just the ice cream man but a dripping soul who’s seeking an act ready to be revealed you were in the diner he walked towards you looking down at you as he turned you around your back was against his broad chest gasping feeling his arousal seeping through his pants you pleaded for him to give you what you wanted you didn't care about the public vicinity you were currently in because all you wanted was for him to consume you entirely. His hands started to fiddle with the sundress you had sliding it off your shoulders so it would slide off you slowly like you were putting on a show for him
You opened your eyes startled with your own self imaginations and how the dreadful ache between your legs came to haunt you. You sighed, squeezing your legs together grabbing the napkin off of your nightstand.
For minutes you complemented calling and not saying anything just to hear his voice he wouldn't know it was you right? But you shaked your head, placing it back on its beloved spot. Tomorrow was going to be a day you proved yourself in a way you never did before.
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You awoke early that day taking your time as you got ready in your bikini. Leo was at a summer camp for a couple weeks so you didn't have to worry about dragging him to the truck with you everyday for now however before he gets back you have to make it count. As you dolled up you heard your parents leaving for work hearing the cars reverse out of your drive away you smiled grabbing your book on your way out of your bedroom. You ate your breakfast in silence, you watched a film an hour of the wolf trying to distract yourself from constantly looking at the clock.
You went in your backyard laying down on one of the chairs as you opened your book to read the words that were fissuring with each other because a certain older man was taking its space. You gave up and just closed your eyes for a minute but a minute soon became a couple hours and you woke up hearing the familiar ice cream jingling panicking jumping up immediately glancing in your compact mirror you reapplied your lipgloss fixing your bikini top. You grabbed your shorts to at least cover up your bottom half.
You took a deep breath unlatching the fence and making your way over to the ice cream truck slowly waiting for the little kids to disappear to the ends of the street.
“Hey there sweetheart”. Max said, flashing his charming smile as he was already preparing your soft serve.”Miss me?’
“Eh I think you missed me more I mean after all you were the one who gave me your number”. You joked thanking him as he gave you the soft serve. As you started licking the tip of your ice cream delicately you could have sworn that his eyes lingered to your mouth around the ice cream but maybe you were just imagining things.
“Where's the little guy at”. Max cleared his throat leaning forward slightly flexing his muscular figure in the sunlight.
“Summer camp he's obsessed with nature so my parents sent him to this forest theme camp I guess I don't really know”. You shrugged licking the ice cream the second time with the corner of your eyes seeing his eyes linger again.
“So you are by yourself today”. Max said suggestively leaning forward more to get a look at the empty street.
“Yes I am”. You replied by licking the ice cream the third time this time not breaking eye contact with him.
“And are your parents home”.
“No they are at work, what exactly are you implying?”
“Huh well isn't it about lunch time”. Max added looking down to his watch.”I mean if you are home alone it would be quite a shame for you to eat lunch all by yourself.”
“Perhaps it would be”. You replied flirtatiously.
“Then sweetheart what are you waiting for, hop in before someone sees ”. He opened the door for you and smiled , stepping into the small area taking in all the freezers and boxes scattered around the back.
“It's bigger than I thought it would be”. You said looking around the truck your ice cream long forgotten in your hand melting slowly.
You jolted slightly as Max started the vehicle driving off the street. The chimes are no longer in session."Where's the bells I can’t hear them”. You asked, sitting down on the passenger seat..
“I turned off and don't want anyone to disturb us”. Max said pulling into this park that was pretty much nobody there. He stopped the engine looking over at you, titling his head.”I like that bathing suit on you”.
“Oh thank you”. You replied shyly watching him get out of the driver seat and you followed him in the back.”could I ask you something”.
“Anything your heart desires”.Max joked as he leaned against the freezer.
“Well that night at the drive in why’d you give me your number it’s not like I’m going to use it”.
“And why’d that”. Max said moving closer to you towering over you.”because it’s wrong?”
“Yes it is wrong it’s very wrong”. Your breath hitched feeling Max pulled you flush up against him, his calloused hands remaining on your hips.
“Does this feel wrong darlin '?”. Max whispered into your ear peppering your jawline with kisses.
“Um no.” You whispered a part of you wanted to pull away but you couldn’t resist the temptation building up inside of you.
His mouth started going down your jaw to your neck with such intensity that you were sure it would lead to hickeys for you to find the next day. Making you moan softly as his lips reached your pulse point.
You started to feel his hands going up your back to the tie of your bikini top.”wanted to rip this off of you as soon as you saw you in it”.
“Please.” You whimpered softly looking around the truck making sure nobody was around
“Does my little darling want something so wrong she can’t even contain herself”. Max smirked as he untied your bikini top letting it drop to the ground.”couldn’t resist being a slut for much longer huh?”
You gasped and couldn't even speak as you felt one of his hands on the underside of your breast feeling your nipples harden under his touch.
Should we try something”.
“Try what?” You whined as his thumb twisted your hardened nipples with such precision. He took your ice cream that was in your hand that was melting slowly and smeared them on your breasts moaning as his mouth latched onto your nipple licking off the cold liquid around it his tongue circling around at just the right pace for you to be arching into him you looked around once more but the thought of getting caught added to the fuel after a few minutes he came back up his lips smeared with ice cream."How wrong did that feel.”
“So wrong”. You said before pulling in him for a kiss moaning into his mouth as he hoisted you up your legs wrapped around his waist feeling his hardened length through his pants. He pinned you to the wall he moved against so you felt all of his length hitting your sensitive flesh between your legs making your arousal grow, the need for him grew, the need for him to degrade the essence out of you grew. The facade of him wanting to ruin you with the experiences of everything seeping around melting out of your hands like that ice cream grew.
“Feel that sweetheart all from you.”He mumbled against your lips. “Fuck all I could think of when you were licking that ice cream was to see your lips move in other filthy ways”.
You felt your cunt thump like a heart beat as his sex grinded up against you. “Oh daddy I need you” you moaned loudly as your hips moved faster against him wanting the friction to last as much as possible.
“Beg for it like the desperate little thing I know you are telling me what you want ”. Max grunted pinning you harder against the wall you were 99% sure that the ice cream truck was rocking slightly from the outside from you guys rough movements.
“Daddy please fuck me”. You whimpered as he dropped you on the ground unzipping your shorts roughly pulling them down.
“Wow look at the mess you made”. Max said untying your drenched bikini bottom .“Am I the only one that made you wet like this”.
You nodded your head almost guilty by the fact that the virtues around you disappeared one by one.
“Really no little college boy that caught your attention”. Max asked without warning he inserted two of his thick digits into your slick folds stretching you open making you moan loudly as you clenched around them squeezing your eyes shut.
“Such a tight little thing”. Max groaned at the feeling of you clenching around his digits as he started thrusting them in and out the wet sounds filling the truck, his thumb stroking your swollen clit in rough circles making you see stars you started moving against his hand.
“Yeah that's it darling, ride my hand like the slut I know you are”. Max said as he watched you fall apart.
You felt the familiar tightness in the pit of your stomach build as he went at a faster pace for a split un explainable reason you thought what if is this your right of passage to experience the unknown the thirst of the others surrounding without the tears of pleasure building around your eyes a beautiful scene to witness of corruption as you fell apart in his arms.
Max smirked as fell apart in his arms he took his digits out leaving a trail on your inner thighs putting them towards your mouth. “Lick them clean. “He commanded watching you such his digits clean making his jeans feel even tighter then before watching you taste yourself.
He removed his hand out of your mouth, your eyes widened seeing the tent that was clearly outlined through his pants.
“What are you waiting for, be a doll and get down on your knees for me ”. Max said he started to unbuckle his belt you obeyed, getting down to your knees biting lip slightly, seeing his evident arousal.”Now do you know what to do”.
You nodded your head moving closer and took the cock in your hands stroking the tip gently watching him groan at the feeling you gently started to put it in your mouth getting used to the feeling.
“Oh fuck baby”. He moaned as his hand found a handful of your hair tugging it slightly guiding you to take more of him. You whimpered as you felt his cock in the back of your throat as you started bobbing your head back and forth. “Just like that”.
At the encouragement you went faster it didn't take long before you felt a warm liquid going down your throat. You looked up at him as he pulled away catching his breath as he looked down at you” god I wish you could see how you looked right now”. Max smirked within a few seconds he pulled you up, hoisting you on the table aligning himself to your entrance.
“I know you are begging for this ”. Max said as he laid you down on the table.
He entered you slowly making you gasped at the sudden intensity, your eyes tearing up at the pain. He didn't move yet, wanting you to adjust to him first
“So whats your favorite film darlin”. He whispered wiping the little tears off under your eyes distracting you from the pain.
“Are you seriously asking me that”. You gasped as he started moving slowly. “ The Magician by Bergman ”
“Eh that swedish movie that was playing the drive in.Volgar reminds me of you .” His thrusts grew faster making you throw your head back as the pain soon became pleasure .”trying to be a facade hidden between secrecy hiding in that filthy little head of yours.”
You couldn’t even form words as he went at such a fast pace thinking of Max only him. “Feels so-“you whined holding onto him for support.
“Oh god, so good for me .” He grunted as he felt your walls tighten around him.”Come for me baby.”
Before you could respond, a knock on the window jolted you from the moment .”Ignore it.” Max said as he kept going at the same pace but the knock came again.
“Um excuse me is anyone in there.” A little kid's voice shouted. Max cursed himself he pulled out of you putting his pants back on as you hid yourself underneath the table dissatisfied with not getting the relief you deserved..
“Kid I’m not open right now”. Max said through the window not waiting for the kid to respond as he shut it, turning to look at you. “We’ll finish this later “.
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After that day it became a routine of Max would pick you up, take you somewhere forbidden and make the ice cream truck roughly other times he would climb through your window making you face down in the mattress so your moans wouldn’t be heard from your parents room.
“Ew why is it chunky .” Mark said, twirling the pasta on the fork looking at it in disgust.
You laughed, shaking your head. At first when Mark asked you out at the drive-in you didn’t want to go but you felt bad for not even talking to him that much at the drive-in so at least you could now make it up to him. But you didn't know how to make conversation with him.
“So did you see that new film with that guy recording all of his kills kind of crazy right”. You asked cutting your chicken parm
“Oh I haven't seen it but I know what you are talking about peeping tom right.”
“Yeah uh it's really good he's trying to make a movie of all his kills because he's like obsessed with seeing his victims afraid”.
“Maybe you could show it to me sometime”. Mark smiled cheekily.”hey what's on your neck”
You looked down at your neck cursing yourself shifting your top higher covering the hickeys the older man left on you last night. You didn't tell Max that you were going out with Mark because it didn't matter; it's not like you had feelings for him.
“Oh I was trying to straighten my hair, it didn't go as planned”. You laughed hoping he believed it.
“That's rough, those things are a deadly device once my sister almost burned off all of her hair with that”.
As You and Mark finished up he insisted on driving you home and you looked down at your watch. It was 1:55pm hopefully you guys would make it before the clock strikes to 2:23pm.
“Um It's fine I don't mind walking home, my house isn't that far away”. You said walking out of the diner.
“Oh cmon I dont have anything much to do anyways it'll give me something to do ”. Mark replied, opening the car door for you to get in.
“Okay”. You sighed praying you wouldn't hear the faint ice cream truck chimes on your way to your house.
The drive there went slower than usual, your eyes flicking around the road like you were going to see an ice cream truck trailing behind you.
“So is Leo coming home soon from the summer camp”. Mark asked, breaking the silence as he turned down your street.
“Uh yeah he's coming home tonight I think”.
Mark pulled into your driveaway. You thanked him as you put your hand on the car door and you heard the bells of the ice cream Truck coming into your street.
“I'll walk you to the door”. Mark said already putting the car in park getting out of the car.
You smiled awkwardly, your heart racing as he was walking you to your front porch.
“Hey don’t you two want ice cream!” Max's voice called out and you turned around to see him smiling ear to ear.
“I feel kinda awkward not getting some now.”Mark whispered to you, holding his hand out for you to take but you didn’t take it because you didn’t want Max to think it was way worse then it looked like.
You gulped nervously Max never made it official well he did it more indirectly. You and mark were last in line. You hoped Max didn't say anything about sleeping together but you never knew what he had in store for you.
“You two make a fine couple.” Max stated casually."So fine that the ice cream is free of charge what will it be then.”
You couldn’t even form words questioning his behavior what game was he playing at
“Oh thank you sir, I'll have a chocolate swirl. Mark smiled, turning his head to look at you ."What do you want?”.
“Oh I'm fine , I'm not that hungry”. You mumbled wanting this interaction to end faster watching Max every move as he grabbed a cone off the stack.
“Oh well are you sure darlin I mean you come almost every single day just waiting for ice cream”.
“Well we had lunch before this too,” Mark said in his attempt to defend you but it was probably the stupidest thing he could've said in front of Max.
“Oh lunch, well isn’t that fun.”Max said, handing Mark his ice cream without breaking eye contact with you.”hey darlin you got something on your neck”.
“Oh I uh burned myself”. You replied knowing last night he was marking you up as he stretched you open repeatedly.
“Right of course I almost thought you two kids were having a little too much fun.” Max laughed.
“No it’s just a burn”. Mark spoke up, glancing at it. “Right?”
“Yeah Mark what else it would be.” You scoffed, not sparing Max another glance. “Let’s just go.”
“Oh okay um thanks again.” Max followed you inside your house.”he seems nice”.
“Yeah I guess”. You said taking your shoes off. “So do you want anything to drink?”
“No, I'm good, I gotta get to work now”. Mark said leaning in kissing your cheek sweaty.”Bye Ill call you”
With that he was left alone and how much you hated Max for putting attention on the marks that he had left on you and for some reason you enjoyed seeing Max get jealous seeing you with someone else. Mark was good looking sure but the thought of Max seeing something he wasn't supposed to thrilled you much more then any other romantic date.
Was I just as corrupted as him ,you thought.
Max was supposed to come over tonight at midnight through your window again. You hoped hell still comes even after witnessing you with another man.
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A couple hours have gone by and you took a shower and wore a sheer lace dark red nightgown that went down to your upper thighs. You sat down on your bed waiting for Max to come. Your eyes grew tired of the wait but were wide opened again by a knock on the window.
“Hey”. You said letting Max come in his boots hitting the floor looking at you up and down.
“So why were you with that Mark hmm”. Max asked, sitting down on the edge of your bed. “Thought you said you didn't like him”.
“I don't!’ You exclaimed. “I went because I felt bad about how I treated him so terribly at the drive in”.
“Aw well aren't a sweet angel”. Max mocked. “Kid was obviously he didn't even realize that his own girl was getting marked up by a another man”.
“I’m not his girl. I didn't see him at all after the drive in until he called me to go to lunch with him.” You argued not trying not to be too loud so your parents wouldn't hear you. “I won't see him again”.
“Yeah you better not”. Max retorted standing up walking towards you putting his calloused hands on your waist. “Because if you do, there'll be repercussions for your actions.”
“Really what kind”. You questioned knowing the answer already.
“The kind that after we are done you wouldn't even remember what his name was”. His lips started to trail down to your collarbone marking up untouched spots as he hoisted you up slamming you down on the bed he turned you over so your face smothered in the pillow. You moaned softly as you felt his hand coming down on your ass harshly. “I think you deserve a punishment after the stunt you pulled today”. His hand came down on your backside repeatedly making you whimpering profusely in your pillow the need for him to wash over you. Mark wasn't even on your mind anymore you were too consumed by Max.
After his punishment Max turned you so you were facing him settling on top of you fiddling with your night gown. “Such a pretty little thing you got on for me, it's a shame that's in the way”. You gasped as he ripped it off of you in one swift motion tossing it aside leaning down so you could feel his breath on your face.
“You’re mine sweetheart aren't you”. Max said, looking down at you, his hand cupping your chin titling it upward to make you look at him.
But words didn't leave your mouth before he disappeared under the covers gasping as you felt his tongue circling your slick folds like it was a feast for him to consume. His mouth kept going at rigorous pace making your back arched
“Oh daddy I'm going to”. You couldn't even finish your sentence before you fell apart he came back up kissing you roughly tasting yourself on his lips.
You pulled away from the kiss breathlessly.
“I can't come with you in the ice cream truck tomorrow because my little brother is coming back”. You said sitting up.”hes not all that self aware but I think hell notice me going into some ice cream truck”.
“Then we better make tonight count”. Max smirked, pulling you in for another kiss. After that night you couldn't even remember the drive in guy. He was just a midst of a dream.
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Two months have gone by of you and Max sneaking around together two months ago you didn't even realize you had outer realms surrounding you sneaking up on you in an ice cream truck. But the truth was there was nothing left to seep through the summer air. The air grew colder, the tales grew older with you standing in the middle waiting for a realm to trap you but it didn't. The only commands you followed were from an older man in bed who changed your perception of reality itself. “Whats the difference between reality and fiction if all that's left is an awakening of cruelty ”. He once said to you after one of your rigorous nights .
“So when will you be back”. Max asked, smoking his cigar watching you pack your various items of clothing.
“Um winter break probably”. You replied, glancing at him through the window. “And that's only a few months away.”
“Guess I'll only have my hand to entertain myself”. Max chuckled.
“Gross”. You said in disgust throwing a pillow at him.
“Hey im kidding darling”. He said walking up behind you wrapping his muscular arms around your waist kissing your shoulder tenderly as you shut your suitcase.
“So what will you do now since it's almost the end of the ice cream man season”.
“Wherever I desire” Max bantered as he lifted you up on his shoulders placing you on the bed making every second count before you leave the next morning.
Summary: You are home from your first year at university you didn’t think there’s something waiting for you back at home but you were stand corrected by a particular ice cream man
Context: Age gap, Nsfw
A/N: Inspired by @droogiesanddiscourse fire Max Cady posts. Also guys I genuinely don’t know any ice cream flavors so bare with me
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The sun rays glistened your skin as you laid down on one of your deck chairs, closing your eyes briefly letting your body relax for the first time of the summer season. You came home from your first year of college a couple days ago. Nothing really exciting happens at a small school in the middle of nowhere but it was peaceful to know everything was in a routine.
“Wake up, wake up ”. Your little brother Leo said frantically shaking you awake like it was some kind of emergency.
“Leo what's wrong?” You replied worriedly sitting up on the chair hearing the ice cream truck bells from the distance.
“Ice cream!” He ran inside of the house through the patio door e to get his sneakers. You rolled your eyes annoyed from your disruption of relaxation but nonetheless you got up not bothering to put on a cover up over your bathing suit the ice cream truck bells neared your street closer and closer.
“Leo cmon you don't want to miss it!’’. You said putting on your flip flops waiting for Leo to finish tying his shoes.
“I'm coming!’ Leo yelled running to your side out of breath you laughed holding his hand unlatching the fence door walking to the ice cream truck that was crowded by little kids and their Moms as you and Leo neared the line of kids. You glanced up at the ice cream man and your breath hitched at the sight of the older man handing out each cone with such ease his tattooed biceps hitting the sunlight perfectly. The Hawaiian shirt he was wearing was tugging on the curves of his muscles outlining them just right allowing you to imagine the rest. The man had a cigar between his mouth smoking it effortlessly making you almost guilty for looking too long.
“We are almost up.” Leo said excitedly, yanking your wrist lightly which got you out the trance you were in.
You let out a breath that you didn't even know you were holding as you took out your wallet giving Leo your last dollar bill to use.
“Hi there”. The man said his thick deep southern accent was evident which made your skin crawl in goosebumps. You made eye contact with him for a few seconds before you looked away from him pushing Leo in front of you.
“Hi, could I get a chocolate swirl with sprinkles please?”. Leo asked smiling handing him the dollar bill
“Sure thing”. He replied, prepping the cone and handing it to Leo who ran off to play with some of the other kids on the street before glancing at you . “and what would you like darlin”.
“I- uh I don't have money on me”. You stuttered annoyed at yourself for not speaking coherently and trying not to look at his tattooed muscular arms too long.
“Oh that's not an issue”. He smirked his eyes looking you up and down like he was undressing you with every move. “On the house”.
“Really Are you sure”.
“Postive it would be a damn shame to let a pretty girl leave empty handed”. He winked at you. Leaning slightly forward his broad tattooed chest on display.
“Ok I'll have the vanilla swirl with chocolate sprinkles ”. You say shyly.
He nodded his head giving you the cone your hands touched slightly making your breath hitch the more you looked at him the more you felt guilty. Even on campus surrounded by boys your own age you never felt your throat tightening or a mystical sensation in the pit of your stomach. Always too boyish to satisfy any virtue.
“Thank you for the free ice cream”. You smiled as you started to walk away realizing it might look suspicious if you hung around the ice cream truck for too long.
“Anytime darlin”. He called out, taking his cigar out, stubbing it watching you walking away.
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The next day goes by and you couldn't get the ice cream man driver out of your mind. You thought after a singular interaction you would have forgotten him but the glimpses of his rippled muscular arms came across your mind every so often what have you gotten yourself into.
You had your feet in the pool watching over Leo feeling the coldness of the water. At least now you had an excuse to have another look at the ice cream man. What would another look do any harm to you? You stood up from the edge of the pool and went inside your house to grab your book from the kitchen counter but your ear perked up hearing the familiar bells nearing your street.
You glanced at the clock on the wall at 2:23pm and you would keep that in mind. You hurried into your bedroom putting on some lipgloss and blush that wasn't too much right. You walked out of your room and jumped slightly, seeing Leo standing at your doorway already ready to go.
The ice cream truck was closer to your house then you remembered. But that feeling you couldn't quite understand yet came over your body when you glanced at that same older man. This time he was wearing sunglasses which made you feel more exposed .
“Mom said I can go to Randy’s house after”. Leo asked as you two stood in line pointing dramatically at Randy house across the street.
“Uh ok just dont get me in trouble”. You replied with your eyes not leaving the ice man driver who was throwing his charming smile to everyone flashing them a delightful view of the curve of his muscular arm making you feel jealous.
Once Leo got his ice cream he scurried off to go play with the other kids on the ends of the street.
“Oh I remember you from yesterday”. The man said, leaning forward slightly. “But I didn't catch your name”.
You told him your name not knowing what else to say you didnt what you were expecting to begin with but you knew that you wanted to see him.
“beautiful name ”. He said taking out a cone, “you can call me Max if you would like."
You nodded your head smiling. “Oh um I don't have money left on me I just came with my brother.”
“Darlin, what did I tell you yesterday free of charge”. Max said, throwing you a charming smirk. You hated how his southern accent made your skin crawl with need.”So what will it be, a vanilla swirl again?”
“You remember my ice cream order.” You laughed crossing your arms watching him reach the top of the shelf and his shirt rode up slightly teasing his broad torse
“Why wouldn't I”. He said casually, giving you the cone. “You have a face that's hard to forget ”.
You never had these feelings for a boy before, nevertheless a man you had no experience in such a topic. You felt guilty for warning the attention of an older man. I mean you haven't even given boys your own age any sort of attention afraid of what would happen if their childish behaviors would embarrass you. What if this older man meant something to you but that for only you to find out.
“Thank you”. You smiled while eating the ice cream.
“So are you in college”. Max asked.
“Yeah I'm home for the summer”. You replied.
“So I'll be seeing more of you I'm sure”.
“Maybe you will”.
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The next few weeks you went to the ice cream truck everyday at 2;23pm with Leo of course. You told Max about your dull college life and your interests. You looked forward to hearing that southern accent that got your heart racing. You wanted to tell your friends about him but you just couldn't form the words in your mouth that you liked someone you see only for a few minutes a day.
“This movie is so bad”. Your friend Charlotte said as she stared at the screen through the car. Glancing at you.”I cant believe it's your favorite movie ever”.
“The Magician is a good movie, you are just uncultural”. You said jokingly giggling as Charlotte shoved you lightly looking around the drive in.
“You know Danny is coming .” Charlotte said excitedly. “And he said he's bringing a friend so who knows maybe you guys could talk .”
Danny was Charlotte's boyfriend ever since they got together Charlotte was persistent in getting you a boyfriend but if only she knew.
“Charlotte what if his friend is a creep”.
“Hes not c'mon he's majoring in architecture so basically you could be married to an architect”.
“Okay lets not get ahead of ourselves”. You laughed.
“Oh speaking of the devil”. Charlotte nodded to the car that parked across from them. You rolled your eyes wanting to get out of this situation as quickly as possible. But was only met with Charlotte dragging you out of the car to talk to her boyfriend.
Danny shut the door behind him walking up to Charlotte hugging her and then came along his friend. “Hey, I'm Mark." The young boy said, outstretching his hand to you.
“Hi nice to meet you”. You replied kindly shaking his hand before letting go looking around awkwardly glancing at Charlotte who was walking with Danny arms linked to god knows where. “Um do you wanna get some popcorn?”.
“Yeah”. Mark replied walking with you to the concession shop they had in the corner of the drive in .
The two of you talked on the way there. Mark was charming and intelligent. You felt obligated you should've felt at least something but you didn't.
“Ladies first”. Mark joked as he opened the door and you smiled walking in the shop. There were only a few people in there, nobody really catching your eye. “I could order a couple snacks”.
You nodded your head sitting in one of the booths waiting for Mark. The bell rang once more, your eyes widened seeing the familiar face that walked through it was Max. He made eye contact with you but only for a few seconds before turning to the cashier. Was he playing a game with you purposefully leaving you wanting more to have desires that shouldn't be met. Your mind swarmed with thoughts. Was he with someone? Did he like her better than you?
“Y/n”. Mark said, interpreting your train of consciousness giving you the buttered popcorn
“Thank you”. You smiled, shaking your head, making your way to the door trying not to spare one last glance at Max. “I uh um Charlotte and Danny are probably waiting for us”.
The four of you guys were sitting in the car together. You and Mark were sitting in the backseat watching the film . You felt Mark inch closer to you but you inched backwards because you couldn't get Max out of your mind and how he was only a few footsteps away. Mark was about to put his arm around you but you were practically glued to the car door trying to get out to make an excuse to peek in the shop to see if Max was there wanting to feel your stomach churn at the sight of him.
“I have to go to the bathroom”. You exclaimed not waiting for a response as you opened the car door to the cold air making your way over to the little shop.
Once you walked there you hesitantly opened the door to the shop not knowing if you wanted him to be there or not. Then the air shifted, the familiar sensation took over your body glancing at the older man who was slowly taking over your mind. He was wearing a plaid button down and his hair was curling at the edgesYou exhaled heavily, feeling shameful for going up to someone twice your age.
He was sitting at the bar arms folded smoking a cigar laughing at something the bartender had said. You looked around one last time to make sure nobody you knew wasn't going to pop out at any moment to witness the scene.
“Could I get a glass of water please? ” You asked the bartender sitting on the barstool next toMax watching his eyes examining every move I made.
“Thougtht I saw you with your boyfriend where he is”. Max asked suddenly.
“Hes not my boyfriend.”You replied immediately thanking the bartender for the glass of water.”Im just here with my friend its stupid really she wanted to set me up with with her boyfriend’s friend I just met him today”.
Max smiled, taking a drag of his cigar. “You smoke?”
“No, not really a few times but nothing thrilling so are you here by yourself orr-”.
“Im here by myself after a full day of serving ice cream thought I might get some fresh air”. He started leaning closer to you slightly. “So you don't like that kid at all”.
“Not at the moment no”.
“And you feel guilty about that right?”
“Howd you even-” You stuttered your eyes widening is this another game he was playing with you.
“Cmon darlin it wasnt that difficult to tell I mean you were practically looking for a way to escape when he was talking to you earlier”. He said running his free hand through his hair.
“Look he’s a nice guy, it's whatever ”. You said sipping on your water wanting to change the topic.
He nodded his head, stubbing the cigar on the ash tray. “So Do you like the movie they are playing?”.
“Yeah it's one of my favorites”. You replied with a smile on your face. “I think Bergman is a way better director than all those commercial ones. I mean his movies actually have something to talk about in them rather meaningless action sequences.”
“How about that movie Seven Samurai you seem the type to be into that sort of thing”.
“ Kurosawa is the exception to action sequences”. You said looking over to the clock in the corner of the shop realizing you've been there way longer than a bathroom break. “I should probably find my friends”.
“So soon cmon they wont notice if you are gone the movie is still playing anyways”. Max said convincingly. “Besides I could be much more entertaining if you wanted me to be”.
“Really how you'll put on a show for me”. You laughed standing up from your barstool grabbing your purse. “I don’t want them to get suspicious.”
“Suit yourself.” He shrugged standing up towering over you grabbing a pen from his back pocket writing something down."But if you change your mind.”
“Is this your number?”you questioned as he gave you the piece of napkin.
Max smirked leaning down to kiss your cheek “I’ll see you later sweetheart.”
“Bye.” You smiled tucking the napkin in your purse walking out of the store making your way back to the car.
“What took you so long.” Charlotte asked turning around to glance at you .”we were about to send a search party looking for you.”
“Sorry sorry.” You laughed looking over to mark who smiled sweetly at you if only you had a moral compass of who was right for you and who you should be interested in.
You brought your attention back to purse peeking at the napkin he gave you with his home telephone number written on it. Should you throw it and do yourself a favor or call him to experience the world churn around you for the first time.
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After the movie was over Charlotte bid her goodbyes to Danny walking him to his car. You slammed the backseat door closed walking to the passenger seat jumping slightly as Mark blocked your way.
“It was nice meeting you”. Mark smiled.
“Yeah it was nice to meet you too.” You replied, peeking behind his shoulder getting a view of Max walking out of the store and into his car.
“Hey I was thinking there's that new diner place that just opened up, maybe we can check it out sometime”. Mark mentioned.
“Yeah sure”. You lied with a smile as you bid your goodbye and turned to Charlotte's car plopping down in the passenger seat rubbing your eyes harshly trying to get yourself to stop thinking about the older man as I heard Charlotte
“So it looks like you two hit it off.” Charlotte excitedly started the car."And he's your type.”
“I mean yeah he’s really sweet .” You replied looking back one last time to see if Max was still there.
“What are you looking at?”. Charlotte questioned as she reversed the car out of the parking lot.
“Nothing thought I saw something.” You relaxed back into your seat counting down the minutes before you were in your bed.
Once Charlotte dropped you home you went straight upstairs to your bedroom unzipping your purse putting the piece of napkin on your nightstand like it’s your most prized possession. You knew tomorrow you would see Max again his sweat glistening over his biceps tracing over his tattoos in unimaginable ways 2:23pm your virtues will be in some older man's hands should the truth be disobeyed even if you already angered it.
Your legs walked you to your closest before your mind. You could catch up by grabbing every bathing suit you owned trying to find one that would catch Max’s eye holding each bikini to yourself looking in the mirror at the sheer details trying to find the perfect one. Finally after an hour you landed on a checker pattern red and white bikini with a lace trimming. It was subtle in the ways that you wanted Max not so discreetly.
You laid down in your bed under the covers, closing eyes the images of Max at the drive in popped in your head. You imagined an alternate universe where he wasn’t just the ice cream man but a dripping soul who’s seeking an act ready to be revealed you were in the diner he walked towards you looking down at you as he turned you around your back was against his broad chest gasping feeling his arousal seeping through his pants you pleaded for him to give you what you wanted you didn't care about the public vicinity you were currently in because all you wanted was for him to consume you entirely. His hands started to fiddle with the sundress you had sliding it off your shoulders so it would slide off you slowly like you were putting on a show for him
You opened your eyes startled with your own self imaginations and how the dreadful ache between your legs came to haunt you. You sighed, squeezing your legs together grabbing the napkin off of your nightstand.
For minutes you complemented calling and not saying anything just to hear his voice he wouldn't know it was you right? But you shaked your head, placing it back on its beloved spot. Tomorrow was going to be a day you proved yourself in a way you never did before.
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You awoke early that day taking your time as you got ready in your bikini. Leo was at a summer camp for a couple weeks so you didn't have to worry about dragging him to the truck with you everyday for now however before he gets back you have to make it count. As you dolled up you heard your parents leaving for work hearing the cars reverse out of your drive away you smiled grabbing your book on your way out of your bedroom. You ate your breakfast in silence, you watched a film an hour of the wolf trying to distract yourself from constantly looking at the clock.
You went in your backyard laying down on one of the chairs as you opened your book to read the words that were fissuring with each other because a certain older man was taking its space. You gave up and just closed your eyes for a minute but a minute soon became a couple hours and you woke up hearing the familiar ice cream jingling panicking jumping up immediately glancing in your compact mirror you reapplied your lipgloss fixing your bikini top. You grabbed your shorts to at least cover up your bottom half.
You took a deep breath unlatching the fence and making your way over to the ice cream truck slowly waiting for the little kids to disappear to the ends of the street.
“Hey there sweetheart”. Max said, flashing his charming smile as he was already preparing your soft serve.”Miss me?’
“Eh I think you missed me more I mean after all you were the one who gave me your number”. You joked thanking him as he gave you the soft serve. As you started licking the tip of your ice cream delicately you could have sworn that his eyes lingered to your mouth around the ice cream but maybe you were just imagining things.
“Where's the little guy at”. Max cleared his throat leaning forward slightly flexing his muscular figure in the sunlight.
“Summer camp he's obsessed with nature so my parents sent him to this forest theme camp I guess I don't really know”. You shrugged licking the ice cream the second time with the corner of your eyes seeing his eyes linger again.
“So you are by yourself today”. Max said suggestively leaning forward more to get a look at the empty street.
“Yes I am”. You replied by licking the ice cream the third time this time not breaking eye contact with him.
“And are your parents home”.
“No they are at work, what exactly are you implying?”
“Huh well isn't it about lunch time”. Max added looking down to his watch.”I mean if you are home alone it would be quite a shame for you to eat lunch all by yourself.”
“Perhaps it would be”. You replied flirtatiously.
“Then sweetheart what are you waiting for, hop in before someone sees ”. He opened the door for you and smiled , stepping into the small area taking in all the freezers and boxes scattered around the back.
“It's bigger than I thought it would be”. You said looking around the truck your ice cream long forgotten in your hand melting slowly.
You jolted slightly as Max started the vehicle driving off the street. The chimes are no longer in session."Where's the bells I can’t hear them”. You asked, sitting down on the passenger seat..
“I turned off and don't want anyone to disturb us”. Max said pulling into this park that was pretty much nobody there. He stopped the engine looking over at you, titling his head.”I like that bathing suit on you”.
“Oh thank you”. You replied shyly watching him get out of the driver seat and you followed him in the back.”could I ask you something”.
“Anything your heart desires”.Max joked as he leaned against the freezer.
“Well that night at the drive in why’d you give me your number it’s not like I’m going to use it”.
“And why’d that”. Max said moving closer to you towering over you.”because it’s wrong?”
“Yes it is wrong it’s very wrong”. Your breath hitched feeling Max pulled you flush up against him, his calloused hands remaining on your hips.
“Does this feel wrong darlin '?”. Max whispered into your ear peppering your jawline with kisses.
“Um no.” You whispered a part of you wanted to pull away but you couldn’t resist the temptation building up inside of you.
His mouth started going down your jaw to your neck with such intensity that you were sure it would lead to hickeys for you to find the next day. Making you moan softly as his lips reached your pulse point.
You started to feel his hands going up your back to the tie of your bikini top.”wanted to rip this off of you as soon as you saw you in it”.
“Please.” You whimpered softly looking around the truck making sure nobody was around
“Does my little darling want something so wrong she can’t even contain herself”. Max smirked as he untied your bikini top letting it drop to the ground.”couldn’t resist being a slut for much longer huh?”
You gasped and couldn't even speak as you felt one of his hands on the underside of your breast feeling your nipples harden under his touch.
Should we try something”.
“Try what?” You whined as his thumb twisted your hardened nipples with such precision. He took your ice cream that was in your hand that was melting slowly and smeared them on your breasts moaning as his mouth latched onto your nipple licking off the cold liquid around it his tongue circling around at just the right pace for you to be arching into him you looked around once more but the thought of getting caught added to the fuel after a few minutes he came back up his lips smeared with ice cream."How wrong did that feel.”
“So wrong”. You said before pulling in him for a kiss moaning into his mouth as he hoisted you up your legs wrapped around his waist feeling his hardened length through his pants. He pinned you to the wall he moved against so you felt all of his length hitting your sensitive flesh between your legs making your arousal grow, the need for him grew, the need for him to degrade the essence out of you grew. The facade of him wanting to ruin you with the experiences of everything seeping around melting out of your hands like that ice cream grew.
“Feel that sweetheart all from you.”He mumbled against your lips. “Fuck all I could think of when you were licking that ice cream was to see your lips move in other filthy ways”.
You felt your cunt thump like a heart beat as his sex grinded up against you. “Oh daddy I need you” you moaned loudly as your hips moved faster against him wanting the friction to last as much as possible.
“Beg for it like the desperate little thing I know you are telling me what you want ”. Max grunted pinning you harder against the wall you were 99% sure that the ice cream truck was rocking slightly from the outside from you guys rough movements.
“Daddy please fuck me”. You whimpered as he dropped you on the ground unzipping your shorts roughly pulling them down.
“Wow look at the mess you made”. Max said untying your drenched bikini bottom .“Am I the only one that made you wet like this”.
You nodded your head almost guilty by the fact that the virtues around you disappeared one by one.
“Really no little college boy that caught your attention”. Max asked without warning he inserted two of his thick digits into your slick folds stretching you open making you moan loudly as you clenched around them squeezing your eyes shut.
“Such a tight little thing”. Max groaned at the feeling of you clenching around his digits as he started thrusting them in and out the wet sounds filling the truck, his thumb stroking your swollen clit in rough circles making you see stars you started moving against his hand.
“Yeah that's it darling, ride my hand like the slut I know you are”. Max said as he watched you fall apart.
You felt the familiar tightness in the pit of your stomach build as he went at a faster pace for a split un explainable reason you thought what if is this your right of passage to experience the unknown the thirst of the others surrounding without the tears of pleasure building around your eyes a beautiful scene to witness of corruption as you fell apart in his arms.
Max smirked as fell apart in his arms he took his digits out leaving a trail on your inner thighs putting them towards your mouth. “Lick them clean. “He commanded watching you such his digits clean making his jeans feel even tighter then before watching you taste yourself.
He removed his hand out of your mouth, your eyes widened seeing the tent that was clearly outlined through his pants.
“What are you waiting for, be a doll and get down on your knees for me ”. Max said he started to unbuckle his belt you obeyed, getting down to your knees biting lip slightly, seeing his evident arousal.”Now do you know what to do”.
You nodded your head moving closer and took the cock in your hands stroking the tip gently watching him groan at the feeling you gently started to put it in your mouth getting used to the feeling.
“Oh fuck baby”. He moaned as his hand found a handful of your hair tugging it slightly guiding you to take more of him. You whimpered as you felt his cock in the back of your throat as you started bobbing your head back and forth. “Just like that”.
At the encouragement you went faster it didn't take long before you felt a warm liquid going down your throat. You looked up at him as he pulled away catching his breath as he looked down at you” god I wish you could see how you looked right now”. Max smirked within a few seconds he pulled you up, hoisting you on the table aligning himself to your entrance.
“I know you are begging for this ”. Max said as he laid you down on the table.
He entered you slowly making you gasped at the sudden intensity, your eyes tearing up at the pain. He didn't move yet, wanting you to adjust to him first
“So whats your favorite film darlin”. He whispered wiping the little tears off under your eyes distracting you from the pain.
“Are you seriously asking me that”. You gasped as he started moving slowly. “ The Magician by Bergman ”
“Eh that swedish movie that was playing the drive in.Volgar reminds me of you .” His thrusts grew faster making you throw your head back as the pain soon became pleasure .”trying to be a facade hidden between secrecy hiding in that filthy little head of yours.”
You couldn’t even form words as he went at such a fast pace thinking of Max only him. “Feels so-“you whined holding onto him for support.
“Oh god, so good for me .” He grunted as he felt your walls tighten around him.”Come for me baby.”
Before you could respond, a knock on the window jolted you from the moment .”Ignore it.” Max said as he kept going at the same pace but the knock came again.
“Um excuse me is anyone in there.” A little kid's voice shouted. Max cursed himself he pulled out of you putting his pants back on as you hid yourself underneath the table dissatisfied with not getting the relief you deserved..
“Kid I’m not open right now”. Max said through the window not waiting for the kid to respond as he shut it, turning to look at you. “We’ll finish this later “.
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After that day it became a routine of Max would pick you up, take you somewhere forbidden and make the ice cream truck roughly other times he would climb through your window making you face down in the mattress so your moans wouldn’t be heard from your parents room.
“Ew why is it chunky .” Mark said, twirling the pasta on the fork looking at it in disgust.
You laughed, shaking your head. At first when Mark asked you out at the drive-in you didn’t want to go but you felt bad for not even talking to him that much at the drive-in so at least you could now make it up to him. But you didn't know how to make conversation with him.
“So did you see that new film with that guy recording all of his kills kind of crazy right”. You asked cutting your chicken parm
“Oh I haven't seen it but I know what you are talking about peeping tom right.”
“Yeah uh it's really good he's trying to make a movie of all his kills because he's like obsessed with seeing his victims afraid”.
“Maybe you could show it to me sometime”. Mark smiled cheekily.”hey what's on your neck”
You looked down at your neck cursing yourself shifting your top higher covering the hickeys the older man left on you last night. You didn't tell Max that you were going out with Mark because it didn't matter; it's not like you had feelings for him.
“Oh I was trying to straighten my hair, it didn't go as planned”. You laughed hoping he believed it.
“That's rough, those things are a deadly device once my sister almost burned off all of her hair with that”.
As You and Mark finished up he insisted on driving you home and you looked down at your watch. It was 1:55pm hopefully you guys would make it before the clock strikes to 2:23pm.
“Um It's fine I don't mind walking home, my house isn't that far away”. You said walking out of the diner.
“Oh cmon I dont have anything much to do anyways it'll give me something to do ”. Mark replied, opening the car door for you to get in.
“Okay”. You sighed praying you wouldn't hear the faint ice cream truck chimes on your way to your house.
The drive there went slower than usual, your eyes flicking around the road like you were going to see an ice cream truck trailing behind you.
“So is Leo coming home soon from the summer camp”. Mark asked, breaking the silence as he turned down your street.
“Uh yeah he's coming home tonight I think”.
Mark pulled into your driveaway. You thanked him as you put your hand on the car door and you heard the bells of the ice cream Truck coming into your street.
“I'll walk you to the door”. Mark said already putting the car in park getting out of the car.
You smiled awkwardly, your heart racing as he was walking you to your front porch.
“Hey don’t you two want ice cream!” Max's voice called out and you turned around to see him smiling ear to ear.
“I feel kinda awkward not getting some now.”Mark whispered to you, holding his hand out for you to take but you didn’t take it because you didn’t want Max to think it was way worse then it looked like.
You gulped nervously Max never made it official well he did it more indirectly. You and mark were last in line. You hoped Max didn't say anything about sleeping together but you never knew what he had in store for you.
“You two make a fine couple.” Max stated casually."So fine that the ice cream is free of charge what will it be then.”
You couldn’t even form words questioning his behavior what game was he playing at
“Oh thank you sir, I'll have a chocolate swirl. Mark smiled, turning his head to look at you ."What do you want?”.
“Oh I'm fine , I'm not that hungry”. You mumbled wanting this interaction to end faster watching Max every move as he grabbed a cone off the stack.
“Oh well are you sure darlin I mean you come almost every single day just waiting for ice cream”.
“Well we had lunch before this too,” Mark said in his attempt to defend you but it was probably the stupidest thing he could've said in front of Max.
“Oh lunch, well isn’t that fun.”Max said, handing Mark his ice cream without breaking eye contact with you.”hey darlin you got something on your neck”.
“Oh I uh burned myself”. You replied knowing last night he was marking you up as he stretched you open repeatedly.
“Right of course I almost thought you two kids were having a little too much fun.” Max laughed.
“No it’s just a burn”. Mark spoke up, glancing at it. “Right?”
“Yeah Mark what else it would be.” You scoffed, not sparing Max another glance. “Let’s just go.”
“Oh okay um thanks again.” Max followed you inside your house.”he seems nice”.
“Yeah I guess”. You said taking your shoes off. “So do you want anything to drink?”
“No, I'm good, I gotta get to work now”. Mark said leaning in kissing your cheek sweaty.”Bye Ill call you”
With that he was left alone and how much you hated Max for putting attention on the marks that he had left on you and for some reason you enjoyed seeing Max get jealous seeing you with someone else. Mark was good looking sure but the thought of Max seeing something he wasn't supposed to thrilled you much more then any other romantic date.
Was I just as corrupted as him ,you thought.
Max was supposed to come over tonight at midnight through your window again. You hoped hell still comes even after witnessing you with another man.
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A couple hours have gone by and you took a shower and wore a sheer lace dark red nightgown that went down to your upper thighs. You sat down on your bed waiting for Max to come. Your eyes grew tired of the wait but were wide opened again by a knock on the window.
“Hey”. You said letting Max come in his boots hitting the floor looking at you up and down.
“So why were you with that Mark hmm”. Max asked, sitting down on the edge of your bed. “Thought you said you didn't like him”.
“I don't!’ You exclaimed. “I went because I felt bad about how I treated him so terribly at the drive in”.
“Aw well aren't a sweet angel”. Max mocked. “Kid was obviously he didn't even realize that his own girl was getting marked up by a another man”.
“I’m not his girl. I didn't see him at all after the drive in until he called me to go to lunch with him.” You argued not trying not to be too loud so your parents wouldn't hear you. “I won't see him again”.
“Yeah you better not”. Max retorted standing up walking towards you putting his calloused hands on your waist. “Because if you do, there'll be repercussions for your actions.”
“Really what kind”. You questioned knowing the answer already.
“The kind that after we are done you wouldn't even remember what his name was”. His lips started to trail down to your collarbone marking up untouched spots as he hoisted you up slamming you down on the bed he turned you over so your face smothered in the pillow. You moaned softly as you felt his hand coming down on your ass harshly. “I think you deserve a punishment after the stunt you pulled today”. His hand came down on your backside repeatedly making you whimpering profusely in your pillow the need for him to wash over you. Mark wasn't even on your mind anymore you were too consumed by Max.
After his punishment Max turned you so you were facing him settling on top of you fiddling with your night gown. “Such a pretty little thing you got on for me, it's a shame that's in the way”. You gasped as he ripped it off of you in one swift motion tossing it aside leaning down so you could feel his breath on your face.
“You’re mine sweetheart aren't you”. Max said, looking down at you, his hand cupping your chin titling it upward to make you look at him.
But words didn't leave your mouth before he disappeared under the covers gasping as you felt his tongue circling your slick folds like it was a feast for him to consume. His mouth kept going at rigorous pace making your back arched
“Oh daddy I'm going to”. You couldn't even finish your sentence before you fell apart he came back up kissing you roughly tasting yourself on his lips.
You pulled away from the kiss breathlessly.
“I can't come with you in the ice cream truck tomorrow because my little brother is coming back”. You said sitting up.”hes not all that self aware but I think hell notice me going into some ice cream truck”.
“Then we better make tonight count”. Max smirked, pulling you in for another kiss. After that night you couldn't even remember the drive in guy. He was just a midst of a dream.
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Two months have gone by of you and Max sneaking around together two months ago you didn't even realize you had outer realms surrounding you sneaking up on you in an ice cream truck. But the truth was there was nothing left to seep through the summer air. The air grew colder, the tales grew older with you standing in the middle waiting for a realm to trap you but it didn't. The only commands you followed were from an older man in bed who changed your perception of reality itself. “Whats the difference between reality and fiction if all that's left is an awakening of cruelty ”. He once said to you after one of your rigorous nights .
“So when will you be back”. Max asked, smoking his cigar watching you pack your various items of clothing.
“Um winter break probably”. You replied, glancing at him through the window. “And that's only a few months away.”
“Guess I'll only have my hand to entertain myself”. Max chuckled.
“Gross”. You said in disgust throwing a pillow at him.
“Hey im kidding darling”. He said walking up behind you wrapping his muscular arms around your waist kissing your shoulder tenderly as you shut your suitcase.
“So what will you do now since it's almost the end of the ice cream man season”.
“Wherever I desire” Max bantered as he lifted you up on his shoulders placing you on the bed making every second count before you leave the next morning.
“I got a bad idea, how ‘bout we take a little bit of time away?”
Summary: Your mom invites her friend from high school and her family over for dinner. The only problem is that their daughter is your ex-best friend, and also the reason why your thoughts have been up keeping you up at night.
Content: bullying, gossiping, homophobia, a ton of internalized homophobia, angst, kissing, (3.8k)
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The various squeaks and misplaced notes of the Hawkins’ High School band could be heard echoing throughout the halls during 7th period- instruments clanging haphazardly, the faint tap of the band teachers baton against the podium, a low chatter sounding from the tuba players in the back row. You were immersed amongst the instruments and raucous sound. You sat near the far right with the other flute players, including your two friends, Angelina and Kristen. The three of you were wearing your matching cheer uniforms.
“Alright everyone, let’s wrap it up for the day! The bell rings in 6 minutes!” Your teacher sounded from behind his podium. Around you, students began to disassemble their instruments. However, before your fingers could work to undo the clasp on your flute case, you froze as you heard your friends’ secretive murmurs from beside you. The two girls were looking off to the far side of the band room, giggling and slapping each other's arm playfully now and then.
“What’s so funny?” You muse. Their eyes shoot up at you and they double over in laughter. At this point, they were attracting the attention of some other band members.
“We’re sorry! We’re sorry, it’s not you. It’s not you, it’s just-“ Kristen laughed, “-well, it’s her.” She pointed to where the two girls had just been looking before. Curiously, you turn your head to follow her finger. Your eyes scan several familiar faces before you pick up on the latest victim of your friend's judgment.
Robin Buckley was sat with the other french horn players, chatting with a few as she tucked loose sheets of music into a folder.
You had known Robin pretty well when the two of you were younger. Your moms had been on the cheer squad together when they attended Hawkins High, and their friendship had extended to their adult lives. Every month during your youth, you would accompany your mom to parks, coffee shops, bookstores, as she went to meet up with Melissa Buckley and her darling daughter. The friendship between the two of you was natural and light- a bond forged over, not only the forced proximity, but a shared love of marine animals and coloring books.
However, as the two of you grew older, the bond became frayed. When you joined the cheer squad in high school, the bond was snapped. Now, your weekends were filled with shopping at the mall with your new cheer friends, making eyes at whatever group of boys approached you. The memory of your friendship with Robin slowly faded away, neither of you making a clear effort to keep each other in your lives.
Your stomach twists. “What’s so funny about her?”
“You mean, besides the obvious?” Angelina snorts.
Kristen laughs. “She’s so fucking creepy. I had gym class with her before this, and she was- like- full on checking me out in the locker room.”
“Checking you out?” You echo, laughing slightly.
”It’s so gross. I was standing there in just my underwear, you know, getting changed, and I looked up and saw her already looking at me- at my tits.” Kristen spits out.
“There’s no way,” you say incredulously.
“And it’s not the first time! Okay? She always fucking looking at me.”
Next to her, Angelina starts giggling again. “She definitely has a big lesbian crush on you.”
Kristen grimaces. “Ew, don’t joke about that. That’s actually disgusting.”
Angelina resumes laughing and soon enough, Kristen joins in. They resume talking in hushed tones, sporadically pointing to Robin and looking at her with a hint of disdain in their eyes.
You had heard rumors about Robin before, from your other cheer friends. They all seemed convinced that Robin was in love with them- checking them out, staring at them, lusting after them. The worst part was that after hearing the same thing being said about her for years, you started to believe it.
“They should put her in a separate locker room- you know, for our safety.” You said, joining in on your friends laughter.
The sound of a chair scraping harshly against the floor startles you. You look up to see Robin, who was looking between you and your friends. With a scoff, she turns on her heel and walks quickly out of the room. But, your eyes don’t miss the stray tears falling from hers.
“Oh, thank God she left.” Kristen scoffs.
Your face is fully flushed as you hear the bell ring, signaling the end of 7th period. Secretively, you glance back up to where Robin once was. Your stomach plummets- a mixture of guilt and something you couldn’t quite put your finger on gnawing on the lining of your stomach.
“Hey, we’re still on for tonight, right?” Kristen says as she slings her backpack over her shoulder.
Your eyes dart back to Kristen at the sound of her voice.
“The sleepover! Right, yeah. You guys can come over at seven.”
“Cool, see you tonight.” Angelina says as the two girls retreat out of the room, leaving you ruminating on their words.
When you get home from school that day, you are immediately met with the scent of garlic wafting out from the kitchen. Curiously, you follow the scent and see your mother by the stove, dropping a handful of rosemary into a cooking pot. Your mother looks up from the dish as she hears your footsteps in the kitchen.
“Oh, hey baby! How was school?” She says.
You eye the pot for another second before turning your attention to her. “It was okay. Not too crazy.” You pause for a second. “What are you making?”
“Well, we’re going to be having some people over for dinner tonight. Thought I might try a new recipe.” She shrugs.
“Dinner? Tonight? Mom, my friends are sleeping over tonight!” You huff. “Who’d you invite anyways?”
“The Buckley’s! You remember them, right? You used to love hanging out with their daughter.”
Your eyes widen. “You invited the Buckley’s over? Mom, why?”
“I ran into Melissa at the post office today! We haven’t seen each other in a while, so I invited her family over. God, I missed her.” Your mother smiles as she turns a page in an open cookbook.
“Is it just her and Richard coming over?” You ask hopefully.
“She said she’d see if Robin wanted to come over. Isn’t that great? It’ll give you two girls a chance to catch up!”
“No, Mom-“ you sigh, “-my friends, they hate her. They’re not going to want her here.” For a moment, you remember what transpired in the band room earlier today- the dirty looks, the accusations, the pure disgust at her presence.
”Well, that’s not a very nice thing to say.” Your mom replies. “Your friends can come over another night then, sweetie.”
You groan. “We’ve been planning this all week, Mom! I can’t cancel on them now.”
“I don’t know what to tell you! The Buckley’s are coming over and that’s final. Go get ready, they’re coming over around five.”
Meanwhile, across town Melissa Buckley was just returning home from her day of errands. Her daughter, Robin, was sprawled out on the couch in the living room, trying to erase the events of the day from her mind. She was flicking through the channels on the TV before groaning at the lack of entertainment.
“Rob! You’re never going to guess who I ran into at the post office today.” She called out from the kitchen.
Robin sat up from the position she was lying in. “Who?”
“You remember my friend Linda? The one from high school?” She asked. Robin paused for a moment, scrolling through the archives of her memory. When it hit her, her stomach sank.
Your face immediately appeared in her mind- pretty, popular, distant. The memory of the friendship the two of you had shared in middle school was burned into her mind- movie nights in your basement, going trick-or-treating in matching costumes, splashing around in the Hawkins community pool. Life was simpler back then, brighter. But, time had changed you. High school had changed you.
She briefly thought back to what had happened at school earlier; what she heard in the band room- the words that spilled from your mouth. The grief washed over her again and she felt her stomach ache.
“Y-yeah,” Robin said hesitantly.
“Well, she invited us over for dinner tonight around five. You’re not busy, are you?”
“Oh, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” Robin replied. “I don’t think they’d want me over there.”
“Don’t be silly! Linda adores you! She was just asking about you at the post office.”
“No it’s not her,” Robin huffs, rubbing her face.
“Oh, is it that daughter of theirs? What ever happened to you two anyways? You used to be so close.”
Robin couldn’t pinpoint when the two of you stopped being friends. It was probably an accumulation of things, she thought- your new, popular friends, differing schedules, simply growing apart. You fell into step with those girls at school and never looked back. All she really knew was that you didn’t have the same opinion of her that you used to, and that killed her.
“She does not want me there! I can promise you that.”
“Just come, sweetie. At least come to see Linda, she misses you.” Melissa says pleadingly.
Robin flops back down onto the couch and stares at the ceiling. The memory of today was still swimming in her head, shattering her spirit every time she thought of it for too long. Part of her did want to go- just to be in your orbit, your space. She was always curious about the person you were becoming, if you were truly turning into a cheerleading bimbo.
Not to mention, there was a mystery surrounding you that she was dying to indulge in.
This dinner would give her a reason to indulge.
“Sure, mom. I’ll go.”
The chicken and mashed potatoes on your plate sat untouched as you kept your gaze anywhere but Robin, who was sitting across from you at the dinner table. Your moms had been immersed in conversation ever since the Buckley’s showed up at your doorstep eighty five minutes ago. Your dads acted similarly, casually chatting in between bites of dinner.
When Robin first spotted you standing idly in the corner of the foyer as her family walked in, her heartbeat spiked. You looked so pretty in your denim skirt and white blouse. She felt her eyes drifting, trying to take as much of you in as she could: your manicured hands, dainty jewelry, glossy lips.
She hadn’t been in this foyer in years. Upon realizing this, she allowed her eyes to wander past you, to the walls of your home. They were painted a different, darker color. The family photo that hung just next to the staircase to the second floor was different. Instead, hung a picture of you beaming proudly in your cheer uniform.
And that’s when it hit her- again. The pain washed over her for the nth time that day.
How you sat there while your friends gossiped about her.
How you looked at her face without a hint of recognition sparkling in your eyes.
How you let her leave crestfallen, rushing to cry in a bathroom stall.
Suddenly, she started to feel sick.
When you first saw her walk into your foyer alongside her parents, your heart stopped. Part of you didn’t think she’d actually come, and you wouldn’t have blamed her if she didn’t. You and your friends had been awful to her. You watched silently as they made her into a caricature of sorts- someone to poke and prod at. Part of you felt guilty for letting them speak like that to your childhood friend. But then, you remembered that she wasn’t the same girl you used to know and love. She did it to herself. She was turning into a spectacle, an outlier. Nobody in their right mind would choose to associate with someone like that.
Suddenly, you started to feel sick.
Then you felt someone, your mother, nudging at your side. You look up at her and she’s motioning across the table.
“Melissa asked you a question, honey.” Your mom said kindly.
Your cheeks flushed, embarrassed. “Oh. Sorry, I was distracted.”
”Is everything alright, dear?” Melissa asks you.
Your mom wraps an arm around you, rubbing your right arm. “Oh, she’s just a little bummed because she had to reschedule her sleepover.”
“No, I’m okay. I’m fine!” You reassure Melissa, not wanting it to sound like she was intruding on your time.
“A sleepover? That sounds like fun, sorry you had a change of plans,” Melissa says. “Hey, I have an idea- why don’t you have a sleepover with Robin? That could be fun, give you two girls a chance to catch up.”
Robin chokes on her club soda from across the dining room table.
“Oh, I don’t kno-“ you start to say, before your mom cuts you off.
“That sounds like a great idea! This way you can still get your sleepover,” your Mom beams. “Oh, I miss when you girls would hang out.”
“Weren’t they cute, Linda? Always asking to have each other over?” Melissa asked your mom. You steal a glance over at Robin, and she’s already looking at you.
“We’ll clean up these plates. You two girls run upstairs! Sweetie, get Robin a pair of pajamas to sleep in.” Your mom nudges you again before disappearing into the kitchen with Melissa and your dads trailing behind her.
You give another look to Robin, who’s now staring down at where her plate once was, seething.
You sigh. “My uhm, my room’s upstairs.”
When Robin walks into your room, the first thing she thinks is that it looks completely different.
Your bed was decked out in frilly pink pillows and sheets; she could barely make out where you slept under all of the decorative pillows you had. The decorations and posters that littered your room were incredibly chic and feminine. Everything felt purposeful and neat. This was nothing like the animal-obsessed rugrat she knew as a kid.
You appeared from your closet holding out a pair of purple polka dotted pajamas. “You can wear these,” you say, politely offering them to her.
Robin looks from the pajamas back to you. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Do what?”
“Look, I’m not staying over. That’s ridiculous.” She looks at the alarm clock next to your bed. “It’s not too late, you can still have your real friends over.”
Your arms fall along with your face. “That’s not- I’m fine with you sleeping over.”
“Oh, really? I wouldn’t want to disgust you.” She says curtly. “Are you sure you don’t want me in a separate room? You know, for your safety?”
Your heart stutters.
“Oh,” you say dumbly, “You heard them?”
“Don’t play dumb. How could I not? They were pointing at me, laughing at me.” She pauses. “And you just sat there.”
Your eyes drop to your carpeted floor, ashamed.
“Look, I know we’re not exactly friends anymore. But, how could you let them talk about me like that? How could you talk about me like that?” Robin says with a hint of hurt in her voice.
“Well,” you say, “why were you looking at her in the first place?”
The minute the words leave your mouth you regret it. You watch as Robin’s face quickly fades from pained to angered.
“You can’t be fucking serious?”
“I don’t know! You made her uncomfortable.”
“I don’t even remember looking at her. I didn’t even know she was in my gym class.” Robin starts pacing around your room. “Do you really think they should have a separate locker room for me? Like I’m, what, some kind of fucking zoo animal?”
“I don’t know!” You say almost immediately. “They were just freaked out by the whole thing.”
She scoffs. “Do I freak you out?”
“Look, all I know is what Kristen said. That you were staring at her ti-“
“I don’t care about them!” She replies. “It’s you. You agreed with them. You laughed with them.”
“I was trying to comfort my friend! Okay? I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Your face feels hot under her gaze.
“No. No, I know what you were thinking.” She huffs. “How could I ever have been friends with a freak like that?”
“You’re not a freak, Robin.”
“Well, I certainly felt like one! Fucking- crying in the bathroom,” she starts choking on her words, “I felt so pathetic. So disgusting. Dirty.”
The room stills. Downstairs, the sound of laughter fills the house. Glasses clinking. Friends embracing. Feet shuffling.
“Robin, honey! Me and your father are heading out!” Melissa calls from downstairs. Robin takes one last cold look at you and moves towards the door.
“I’m leaving with them,” she says to you.
In a panic to make things right, you reach out and wrap your hand around her wrist, spinning her around.
“Robin, please don’t go. Please don’t leave.” She looks down to where your hand is touching her skin. Neither of you move away.
“They have these- notions- about you, Robin. I don't know what to do with them.”
“Don’t you care about me? At all? Or are you so blinded by whatever lies they’ve been feeding you.”
“Robin, I was scared. I was scared of what they would say about me if I stood up for you. I know it’s stupid. I know I shouldn’t care, but I do. I can’t help it.”
“What could they say about you?” Robin says softly. “You’re perfect. You’re untouchable.”
You shake your head softly. “No, I’m not- there’s-“ You can’t bring yourself to say it.
Robin clocks it immediately- the way your body goes rigid, the way your breathing gets shallow.
“What? What is it? Would they call you a crazy lesbian just like me?” She says brazenly. “Does it really bother you that badly? What they might think of you?” Robin mutters.
Your eyes look up at her, glazed over with tears. Her wrist had gone limp in your hands, which makes you realize that you’re simply clinging onto her.
“It probably wouldn’t bother you unless you were actually disgusted by the idea of being one, or…” She freezes.
Your hand slides up her arm, resting gently on her bicep. You can’t even bring yourself to look at her face.
“It’s not right,” you mutter, “It’s not normal.”
“Don’t say that,” she says softly.
“They’re fucking right, Robin. It’s not normal. It doesn’t make any sense.”
“Forget about everyone else.” You can feel her breath on the side of your face, her eyes on you.
“I can’t. They’re my friends, Robin.”
“That doesn’t mean they know anything. That doesn’t mean they know what’s right for you.”
You sigh exasperated. “I don’t even know what’s right for me! But, it can’t be- it can’t be that.”
Your fingers comb harshly through the roots of your hair.
“Y-you make me feel confused,” you admit, “I have all these- bad ideas.”
“Tell me about them,” Robin pleads.
“No. No, I’m not going to end up like you.” You spit with venom.
“Jesus, what do you want? Fucking forget about your friends for one goddamn second! They’re morons!”
You huff. “You’re confusing me. You know what? Maybe you should go.”
“No way. That’s out of the question.”
“Just go! Leave!”
“You don’t want that.” Robin says softly.
“I do! You’re- you’re messing with my head.”
Her short hair tickles your cheekbone. Her scent overwhelms your senses. Her body heat warms your skin.
“You’re still touching me.” She mutters, looking at your hand still clutching onto her muscle. “If you were really that disgusted with me you wouldn’t be clinging onto me like I’m the only thing that makes any sense to you.”
“Stop it! You’re messing with my head.”
“Nobody’s putting those bad ideas in your head but you. It’s coming from you. Why can’t you see that?”
“I’m not a lesbian.” You state. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
The sound of your panting fills the room.
“I- can’t like girls.” You look down at her lips.
“What’s so wrong about it?”
“It’s not n-“
“-Normal, I get it.” Robin finishes. “Forget about everyone else for a second, please. It’s just me and you here. Nobody can see us.”
“ ‘s all so confusing.” You mutter hopelessly, wiping a stray tear from your eye. “What are they going to say about me? Think about me?”
“You can’t live your life for other people. Think about yourself for a minute. What do you want?”
“Just-“
With your hand still rooted onto her bicep, you slowly lean in, testing how the distance makes you feel. From here, you can see the freckles that litter her face and the stray eyelash that was resting on her cheekbone. Her breath warms your face.
It doesn’t feel as alarming as you had anticipated. Sure, your heart was pounding ruthlessly, but it was kind of intoxicating. There was a certain rush that came from being this close to a girl. You leaned in, chasing the feeling.
And in the privacy of your bedroom, you placed a chaste kiss on her lips.
Robin’s body freezes, but her eyes shutter close at the contact. So, you continue.
Parting your lips slightly, you lock them against hers, pressing gently against the soft skin of her lips.
Your stomach erupts in butterflies as she sighs softly against you. She starts moving her lips against yours- pulling, pressing- driving you crazy.
When you pull back from the kiss, you miss the way her lips chase yours for the contact. Your eyes open simultaneously. She scans your face for emotion, but can’t get a read on you. Meanwhile, you’re sorting through a million different emotions in your own head- contentment, lust, confusion.
“Was that okay?” You ask quietly. Robin takes a strand of your hair in her hand, twirling it gently. She hums in contentment.
“I just- wanted to try that.” You confess.
Her eyes narrow down on you. “Was that one of your bad ideas?”
You look back up at her before nodding slightly.
“And?” She asks. “Was that okay for you?”
You hold your face in your hands, hiding yourself from her. “I- liked it.”
“Wasn’t disgusting?” She taunts.
“Really fucking not.”
Robin smiles down at you before crouching down to grasp the purple polka dotted pajamas you must have dropped at some point. She wants to be cautious about her next step, not to push you away from whatever epiphany you were having right now. But, selfishly she asks, “Will you kiss me like that again if I sleepover?”
You tuck your bottom lip in between your teeth. “I might.”
“Then I-“ she says, “-I will go put these on. Okay?”
“Yeah,” you mutter. Robin nods curtly at you before turning around towards the door.
Meanwhile, you stare fondly at the back of her head as she disappears into the hallway.
private tutoring (part 5)- henry creel/mr whatsit x reader
Summary: After accidentally running into Ethan at the diner, you start spending more time with him and you get used to being his girlfriend. However, things get complicated when Henry thinks you’re straying away from him.
Content: teacher!mr whatsit! x student!reader, use of y/n, angst?, (wc 4.6k)
“I’ll come see you Monday night, okay? Will your parents be home?”
“They uhm, they get back on Tuesday morning so… no.”
“Okay, good. I’ll come see you then, say, around six?” he suggests.
“Okay,” you speak gently, watching as he takes small steps to your bedroom door. Before he exits, he turns to you.
“And Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
“Please don’t have any ‘super cute dreams about your super cute boyfriend’.”
“Do you have any clean water?” You asked Rebecca in your shared Drawing and Painting class on Monday morning. “Mine’s all murky.”
Rebecca looked up from your economics homework, which she was copying furiously ahead of the class next period. She slid her untouched cup of water in front of you and returned to her notebook.
“Aren’t you gonna work on your project?” You asked as you twisted your watercolor brush in the fresh water.
“Oh, please. I can get that done in like two seconds. This however…” she trailed off, rubbing her face. “What does this say?” She pointed her pen at a scribbled word from your notebook.
“Deflation.” Rebecca nodded her head slightly as you dipped your brush into a bright yellow paint.
“So…” you said to her, ”Heather seems cool.”
Rebecca springs up. “Huh?”
“Heather,” you say, “from Friday night. She seems nice.”
“Oh… yeah” She grins then returns to her project. “It’s crazy, we just like- hit it off! She’s really cool.”
“Uh oh, you’re not looking for my replacement, are you?” You joke.
“Maybe I am.” She jokes back. You scoff and clutch your chest.
“Fine,” you flaunt, “then no homework.” You move to take your economics notebook out from under hers, but her hand comes up to clutch your wrist.
She giggles into you. “Oh, come on! I’m sorry. I’m sorry! You know you're irreplaceable.”
You give her a narrowed look, “That’s more like it.”
The notebook is dropped from your hands. Rebecca readjusts it slightly and resumes copying your answers. You sit like that for a couple of minutes, working silently next to each other.
“Hey, now that you’ve twisted my arm into being your friend again…” you joke, “can I ask you something? Something kind of weird?”
“Of course,” Rebecca says without looking up.
“It’s just that- I’ve been thinking a lot about relationships lately.”
“Relationships…” she presses.
“Relationships,” you echo, “ Y’know, I’ve never really been with a guy before. I’ve never had a boyfriend. But, you… you’ve had boyfriends. Jimmy, then before him was Mike, before him was Joe, and then before hi-”
”Alright! Alright, we get it.” She cuts you off.
“Right,” you state dumbly, “well my point is, you probably know more about relationships than I do. More about guys than I do.”
“I guess….” She concedes, “Was there a question attached to this?” You hum in agreement.
“Have you ever thought about, I don’t know, being with an older guy?” You ask quietly.
“I’m sorry, what? What was that?” She teases.
“Have you?”
Rebecca pauses her writing, thinking for a moment. “How… much older?”
“Honestly, I’m not really sure. Eight? Ten years?” Her eyebrows twitch. She sets down her pen and turns towards you.
“Babe, what are you saying to me? Have you met an older guy?” She questions, then gasps. “What about Ethan?”
“What about Ethan! We’re not even- he’s not even my, my anything!”
“Who is he?” Rebecca asks incredulously.
“Who?”
“The guy! Who is this older guy!” She grabs onto your shoulders and starts shaking you, as if the answers would fall out of you with the motion. “Is it that Henry guy who was tutoring you?”
“There is no guy! I was just- I don’t know, curious? It was hypothetical.” Rebecca gives you an unconvincing look, but drops your shoulders from her grasp. Her lips purse.
“I like Ethan for you,” she says earnestly, “he’s a nice guy.”
“He is! He’s a nice guy.” You reassure, and then move to fidget with your paint brush. Taking the brush out of the cup and hovering it over it, you watch as small drops of water fall from the bristles and create ripples in the water.
“Don’t you like him?”
“Of course! We’re supposed to go out this week.”
“Good.” Rebecca falls into silence besides you as she refocuses on her homework for the nth time.
Suddenly, you wished you were at home. You felt too sensitive to be out in public, as if everyone could see through you and your uncertain mind. The events of Friday evening with Henry had been driving you crazy. The kissing, the touching, the closeness- it made you feel something so special, so unique, that you couldn’t imagine ever feeling that way with another guy.
Your body turned warm at the mere memory of his hands on your bare skin, the look in his eyes when you drew your hips over his. Looking back at it now, it almost felt like a dream- a hazy blur of his lips on your skin and soft sounds spilling from his mouth.
Impulsively, you stuck two fingers into the cup of painting water and then drew them up to the side of your neck, just over your pulse point. You needed something to ground you, to pull you out of your heated trance. The cool water settled your mind and your flushed cheeks.
“What does this say?” Rebecca asked again from beside you.
“Volatility.”
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The rest of the day went by uneventfully. You saw Ethan a couple of times in between classes in the hallways, and you mustered up enough energy to give him a convincing flirty smile and wave. Every time you saw him, you felt yourself tense up at the idea of him following up about your date, but luckily for you time never allowed a conversation. Even in the calculus class the two of you shared in the morning your teacher had you working from bell-to-bell, leaving no time for him to turn around in class and talk to you.
For the first time in your life, you loved your calculus teacher.
You found Rebecca waiting by your car in the student parking lot after school. She was leaned against the hood of your car, searching through her backpack.
“Sorry, did we have something planned?” You ask once you arrive at your car. Unlocking the vehicle, you tuck your backpack into the backseat of the car and then return back to Rebecca.
She set her backpack down on the asphalt and then clutched her heart with her hand.
“How could you forget?” She says dramatically. “All that hairspray is messing with your brain.”
“Uh!” You gasp as you place one hand on the crown of your head. You take a lock of hair and smooth it down, twirling it in between your fingers. “No need to get nasty.” You muse. “Did we really have something planned?”
“Uhm, yes!” She says pointedly. “You said you wanted to go to the Strip Mall off Amber Street.”
“I did?”
Rebecca kicks her boot against the asphalt. “Okay, maybe I did.”
“You did?” You question her. “When did you ask?”
“Just now.” She smiles sweetly. “Will you please take me?” She brings her hands up in a prayer-like position and looks up at you.
“And what if I had plans? What were you gonna do, walk home? You already missed your bus.” You point out.
She looks at you smugly, shaking her head. “You don’t have plans.”
You sigh. “You need to get your license.”
Rebecca claps her hands in joy as she goes around the car to the passenger seat.
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Two hours later, the two of you emerged from the Strip Mall with a plethora of shopping bags and matching cups of Cherry Cokes. You weren’t planning on buying anything initially, but once you and Rebecca hit the first store you knew that that idea was fruitless. Now, you were out your allowance money, but had some new candles, trinkets, and earrings.
“Oo! The diner! Can we get something really quick? I’m starving.” Rebecca asked. You juggled the weight of your shopping bags to bring your watch up to your face.
4:01
Henry had said he wasn’t going to come over until six that night, so you relented.
“Fine, but it’s on you this time!”
“I’ve got you, baby” Rebecca flirted, throwing you a wink before she held the door open for you.
The two of you settled into a booth, scooched all of your shopping bags to the wall, and then opened your menus. Over the laminated plastic, you could see Rebecca’s eyes moving around wildly, seemingly following something behind you.
“You good?” You asked her.
“Mhm,” she sounded, “Y/N, keep looking at me.”
“What?”
“Y/N. Don’t. Turn. Around.” She grinned.
Your eyebrows knitted in confusion at your friend's tense state. And then, without another thought, you turned around and followed her eyes. You scanned the near empty diner for a few moments before you spotted him.
Ethan.
You whipped your head around so fast you could hear your earrings clang against your cheekbone. Sliding down in your seat, you held the menu over your head as if to hide yourself. The sound of your heart beating sounded in your ears.
“Oh God.” You muttered.
“I told you not to turn around! Please, don’t make us leave. My stomach feels like I’ve been to war.” She pleaded.
“We have to go.”
“No!” She said, “What’s the issue? You literally just said this morning that you liked him.”
“I do!” You pleaded. “He’s great. It’s just- it’s just when we’re at school I can deflect when he tries to talk to me. ‘I have to make up a test!’ ‘I’m going to be late for extra help!’. There’s no escape here.” You sank even lower.
“Why do you need to escape him?” Rebecca asked, fidgeting with the corner of her menu. “You were obsessed with him last week. Wait, don’t answer. I think we’re in his section.”
“What? He works here?”
“He’s coming over, sit up!”
You scramble up in your seat and smooth your hair down.
“Just some shopping,” Rebecca replies smoothly, “Ethan, I didn’t know you worked here!”
“What are you talking about? I waited on you and Jimmy, like, two weeks ago.” Ethan laughed.
Your eyes shot over to Rebecca, who was grinning smugly back at you.
‘You set me up’ you mouthed to her.
‘You’re welcome’ she mouthed back.
“Well anyways,” Ethan said, “Y/N, uhm, can I get you anything? Milkshake? Soda?”
For the first time since you and Rebecca walked into the diner, you allowed yourself to look at him- really look at him. He was wearing a white company polo, the words ‘Amber Street Diner’ embroidered in red on the right side of his chest. The polo was tucked into a pair of dark-wash jeans, and he was also wearing a waist apron.
Ethan’s face was slightly flushed, and you found yourself thinking that he looked cute like this. Not to mention, the way he spoke so tentatively to you was kind of endearing.
“A milkshake sounds good, maybe strawberry?” You told him. He wrote down your order in his little notebook and then turned to Rebecca.
“Anything for you?”
Rebecca dropped her menu down onto the table and then closed it abruptly, “Actually, I’m okay. I just remembered I’m going to dinner with my parents later. Don’t wanna spoil my appetite!”
You audibly gasp at her statement.
“What? You- you just said you feel like you’ve been to war! You’re really not getting anything?”
She shrugged lamely. “I forgot about later.”
“Okay, then I’ll be right back with your milkshake, baby.” Ethan turned back to the kitchen.
Rebecca started to wiggle her eyebrows from across you. “You’re his baby.” She said suggestively.
“You traitor! I can’t believe you brought me here when you knew he worked here!”
“Hey, I did no such thing. It was just a - happy coincidence, huh?” She said as she drained the last drops of Cherry Coke out of her plastic straw.
“Oh, please. Did you even want to go to the mall? Or was it just to get me here?”
“How dare you question my love for this mall! Rebecca joked.
“You-“
“Alright, ladies! I’ve got your milkshake right here.” Ethan announced as he slid the milkshake in front of you.
“Thanks, Ethan.”
“You’re welcome,” he replied, “it’s on me, so don’t worry about the check.”
“Oh, I can’t-“ you began to move the milkshake away from you.
“What? I can’t treat my girl to a milkshake? C’mon!” He replied. You giggle stiffly. “Actually, I was wondering, because I get off in like half an hour, if you would stick around? Maybe we could do something once I get off?”
You force a disappointed groan. “Ah, I would but,” you motion to Rebecca, “I have to drive her home. Y’know, for her dinner.” You glare at Rebecca.
Ethan’s shoulders deflate slightly. “Oh, yeah no tha-”
“Hey, no I can walk! I can walk home.” Rebecca interrupts. “It’s good for my knees.” She added meekly.
You raised an eyebrow at her. “With all those bags?”
“Yep.” She replied, popping the ‘p’.
“Oh, well that’s perfect! So, you’ll stick around?” Ethan turns back to you. Again, you look down at your watch.
4:28
That was cutting it kind of close. If he got off around five, could you make it back to your house before six to see Henry? Maybe not, but you felt bad that Ethan was still trying to be around you even though you’ve blown him off several times. You felt like you owed it to him.
“I’ll stick around.” You nod. He claps his hands together, smiling.
“Great! I’ll see you at five then!”
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Earnest laughter rang from the Amber Street Diner parking lot. You were tucked into the passenger seat of Ethan’s Ford Mustang, watching as he was doing an impression of his father when he found a pack of cigarettes in his room.
“No- I swear to God I’ve never seen him so pissed off! I thought he was gonna lunge at me.” Ethan laughed.
“Over cigarettes?” You asked incredulously.
“Over cigarettes.” He reaffirmed. “And the best part?”
You leaned in, displaying interest. “Hm?”
“I got them from him. I took ‘em from the glovebox of his car!” he shook his head. “Maybe he wasn’t so mad that I was smoking at fifteen, it was more that I took his smokes.”
“Oh, jeez” you shake your head, “you were only fifteen when you started?”
Ethan grimaced. “Too young?”
You sigh, “Try thirteen.”
Ethan’s eyebrows raised in shock. “You? Thirteen and smoking cigarettes?”
“It was my Aunt! She was absolutely sloshed at my family’s Easter party and she offered me one. What was I supposed to do? Disappoint her?” You giggle. Ethan looks at you with a mix of bewilderment and awe sparkling in his eyes. “I don’t really smoke though. Gives me a headache.”
Ethan stays silent for a moment, taking you in with his eyes. He almost couldn’t believe that you were sitting there, in his car. It felt like something he had been daydreaming of for weeks.
“You really are something else,” he says breathlessly. “I’m glad you were free tonight. I was starting to think you were gonna bail on me until I just gave up.”
Your eyebrows furrow at his comment, and you feel somewhat disappointed in yourself for the grief you’ve caused him.
“I’m sorry about that. I just-“ you pause, “Well, I don’t know.” He reaches over and grabs your hand in his.
“ ‘S alright. I’m just glad you’re here now.” He rubs his thumb along the top of your hand.
You can hear the faint hum of traffic on Amber Street from the cracked car windows. The scene is peaceful- the autumn air spilling into the car, tickling your neck; Ethan’s comfortable presence alongside you; the occasional pair of headlights illuminating your faces through the windshield.
Suddenly, a pair of headlights approaches the parked car, and they’re so bright you squint impulsively. The light triggers something inside of you, and their sheer brightness reminds you of the lights you occasionally see out your window at home.
You audibly gasp. Frantically, you check your watch for the 3rd time that evening.
7:47.
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The tires of your car screech loudly as you brake hard in your driveway. You had left Ethan without much explanation, instead running towards your car shouting a mix of “Sorry”’s and “I’ll see you later”’s.
When you get to the porch you scramble for your keys out of your school backpack. But, upon bringing them up to the keyhole you pause. You spot a note tucked into the rapper of your front door. With frantic hands, you take the note and unfold it.
I’ll come by another time… H
Sighing, you clutch the note to your chest and push open the front door dejectedly.
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After that Monday, you fell into a new routine. You’d kiss your parents, who had arrived that Tuesday morning as planned, goodbye before you left for school; you’d attend classes alongside Rebecca and sometimes Heather; you’d hang out with your friends after school; and then you’d eat dinner with your parents at night. Really, the only thing that was new about this routine was that you found yourself spending more time with Ethan.
On Tuesday, he had waved you, Rebecca, and even Heather over to sit with him and his friends at the popular table in the lunchroom.
He would come and find you during your study hall and distract you while you tried to study.
He invited you to his football games with the promise of free strawberry milkshakes afterwards.
One day, he even stayed after school for Art Club just so the two of you could hang out. He watched as you showed him your developing paintings and illustrations, then asked if you would draw him. And, you did.
Henry hadn’t come by your house like he said he would, although you assumed it was your fault. You hadn’t meant to stand him up on Monday night, you just got carried away and lost track of time.
There were reminders of him everywhere- the pink pajamas as you were doing your laundry, the philosophy textbook on your desk that he taught you out of, even the peppermint tea your mother brewed for you some mornings.
It was confusing, the way he didn’t reach out at all. You had thought that after what the two of you had shared, he would be eager to return to you like you were eager to return to him. He gave himself to you that night in a way that was unmistakably raw and true. If he really felt such devotion to you, then where was he? Why didn’t he let you explain before he left you isolated, with no real way of finding him? You had tried to find him in Room 138 one day, but found the office to be empty, as if no one was ever there.
These thoughts played subtly but constantly in the foreground of your mind- at your desk at school, while you were laying up in bed at night, even when you were sketching out your boyfriends dreamy hair at Art Club.
Three weeks after that night at the diner, you were sitting alongside Ethan and Rebecca at the lunch table, eating the cucumbers out of Ethan’s salad because he doesn’t like the texture. He was talking to one of his friends from football when he suddenly turned to you.
“Oh, I forgot to mention- Halloween’s this Saturday!” He said.
“I know Halloween’s this Saturday,” you reassure him, confused. He breaks out into a cheesy smile and kisses the top of your head.
“I know you know, baby. I’m talking about the party. Sam’s doing it this year.” He points to the curly-haired athlete he was just speaking with.
“I’m sorry- party?” Rebecca chirped in from beside you.
“Yeah, it’s at nine at Sam’s house.” He clarifies for Rebecca, then turns back to you. “You’ll come with me?”
You briefly turn back to Rebecca, who’s looking at you expectantly.
“Yeah, of course.” You take the last cucumber from his salad and pop it in your mouth.
“Awesome. So, what should our costume be?” He asks you.
“Uh, our…costume?”
He laughs. “What, you don’t want to do a couples costume with me?”
Rebecca shoves into you playfully from your side. “Oh, that’d be so cute!”
“Yeah, yeah, okay. What were you thinking?” You muse as you look up at your boyfriend.
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When Saturday night came around a mere few days later, you stared at yourself in the mirror in adoration as Cyndi Lauper played faintly from your record player. Your eyes were outlined in a smoky black eyeshadow and your lips were painted a dark red.
Due to the last-minute nature of your plans, you and Ethan agreed to go as a simple cat and dog. You tucked your cat ears into place for the nth time as you nervously waited for him to pick you up.
Sauntering into the kitchen, you grabbed a cup of water from the cabinet before filling it up with the tap. Your anxiety about tonight had made your mouth go dry, and your body gratefully accepted the cool drink. Then, a chill ran through your body, but you couldn’t distinguish if it was a symptom of your nerves or a result of your skimpy outfit.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
You set down the glass on the counter and smoothed your hair down once last time. Your heels clicked against the hardwood floor as you made your way to open the door for Ethan. But, as you approached the door, the silhouette you saw through the glass, although warped, was certainly not him.
Your heart stopped abruptly as you made out the pale skin and round glasses through the glass. You took a step back out of shock.
Knock. Knock.
Shaking your head, you took small steps towards the door and opened it gingerly.
His blue eyes are the first thing your eyes fall on. Then, you scan his face rapidly before trailing down to his frame.
You couldn’t get a read on his demeanor or expression. His posture indicated that he was relaxed, as if he was simply visiting a friend. However, the way his eyes darkened and his lips curled upwards upon seeing you, his visiting felt like something more sinister- like he was carrying a bitter resentment for not meeting with him like you said you would.
“Henry,” you state cautiously, “I- I didn’t know if I’d ever see you again.”
“Are you happy to see me, dear?” He asks testingly.
You nod your head furiously and then open the door a little wider.
“It didn’t seem that way the other night.”
“I’m sorry. Really, Henry, I lost track of time and when I got here-“
He cuts you off. “You were with him. And you're off to be with him right now.” His eyes drop down to your costume, glazing you over with a look of enticement and disapproval. He reaches out to grab the charm dangling from the collar on your neck, inadvertently bringing you closer to him. He twists the cool metal in his fingers a few times. Suddenly, he takes two fingers and digs them between the faux leather of your collar and the skin of your neck and pulls you even closer. You can feel his hot breath on your forehead and your pulse hammering against his fingers. “God, look at you.”
You still couldn’t decipher what he wanted from you. An apology? An explanation? A kiss? His words were laced with resentment and frustration, but his movements seemed to be charged with desire.
You thought of Ethan, your sweet boyfriend who would probably be here any minute. “I missed you, Henry. Why did you leave?”
“You didn’t miss me,” he scoffs.
“No, I did. I really did. I was thinking about you all the time.” You reply quickly, looking at his handsome face. He added another finger to the ones under your collar and curled them, tightening the band. Your hands flew up to his wrist, hoping to relieve some of the tension.
He remained silent, so you kept speaking. “That night was so good, Henry. How could I choose anything else?”
“Yeah, how could you?”
His words hung heavy in the air, an air of possessiveness to them. You were surprised and offended by the sheer arrogance of his tone. In one motion, you tugged his fingers out from your collar and scoffed at him.
You didn’t feel like you owed him that much. Of course, the physical intimacy and intellectual connection that the two of you had shared was enticing and important to you. But, when it came down to it, you had known him for less than a month. And, he abandoned you for the latter half of it. What made him believe that you had promised yourself to him?
“If you’re so angry with me then just leave. I don’t have anything to say to you. Not anymore.” You began to close the door, but his hand came up to stop it.
“Stop. Wait, I’m sorry.”
You scowl “How dare you criticize me? Maybe you should’ve never come back.”
“I thought you didn’t care about me! After you didn’t show I thought you regretted everything.” He urges. “I waited for you. I waited for you right here on this porch for hours. I felt like a fool.”
“You didn’t even let me explain before you abandoned me! It was an accident. I wanted to see you.”
“And now? Do you still want me?”
“I don’t know,” you reply honestly, “you’re so- you’re so different every time I see you.”
“What do you mean, Y/N?”
“Just now! You were polite, and then you were bitter, and then you were nice, and then you were defensive, and now you’re being nice again!”
“I’m sorry for getting angry with you. Truly. I didn’t mean it, dear.” He states. “I just- can’t control myself around you. I feel everything so intensely.”
“That’s not fair to me.” You reply softly.
“Just, tell me one thing,” Henry says abruptly.
“What?” You said venomously.
He took a deep breath and then looked into your eyes. “Did you feel it? At all?”
Your eyebrows sank. “Feel what?”
“The- the connection,” he said meekly, “the likeness.”
Every fiery impulse in your body softened at his quiet tone, but your mind started to spin at the change of pace. His emotions seemed to flex and quirk in odd ways. He was so good at pulling you back into him, whether it was through heated accusations or shy confessions.
He continues. “Because, I did. I felt it. And I don’t- I’m not usually someone who does.”
Dropping his hand from the door, he takes a small step towards you. His expression had contorted into one of hopefulness, of sincerity. The display of emotions softened you again as he transformed into the warm man you first met weeks ago.
“I felt it.” You offered quickly and watched as his face relaxed. “I felt it, but it doesn’t matter anymore.”
He was stunned into silence, so you continued. “You left me without a word for over three weeks. And now, now you’re just shaming me for accepting it and trying to live my life.” A beat. “And- and I have Ethan now. Things are different.”
“You can’t be serious about him.” He says incredulously, shaking his head.
“He was there for me when you left. He cares about me.”
“Do you care about him?” He questions. “Can you honestly tell me that you care about him?”
Your teeth grit. “He’s my boyfriend.”
“That doesn’t mean you care about him. That’s just a label.”
“Okay, well you’re just my tutor! That’s your label.”
A pair of headlights appear on your block, signaling Ethan’s arrival. You look back to Henry, who’s looking down at the ground with a mix of disbelief and hurt in his eyes.
“Go, Henry.” You tell him.
“You can’t-”
“Go.” You repeat more firmly.
He gives you once last look before he turns around, walking off into the darkness of the night.
Summary: Jonathan Byers would rather be anywhere than babysitting his little brother at the Lenora Hills pool- especially when he’s high. But a quick soda run turns into something else when he meets you: sweet smile, red bows, and definitely not as innocent as you look.
Content: jonathan byers x california!reader, weed consumption, kissing, dubcon? (they kiss when they’re high) (wc 5k)
A/N: underrated king 🙃
taglist: @favpinterest @tigerlily138
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“Come on, Jonathan! Mom said we can’t leave without you!” 15-year old Will Byers calls out from the foyer of his California home. He’s pacing around the house collecting towels, sunblock, and cash in preparation for his day trip to the Lenora Hills community pool.
Upstairs, Jonathan is sprawled out on his unmade bed- staring at the ceiling through a cloud of smoke. He blinks once, slowly. The sound of his name being called from downstairs has him groaning internally. Under any other circumstance, Jonathan would have loved to spend time with his younger brother. But, his new friend Argyle had given him an ounce of weed earlier that morning for getting him a copy of ‘Three Imaginary Boys’ from a local record store, and Jonathan was impatient.
Now, he’s lost in his own head, his thoughts swimming out of his mind with the smoke that leaves his mouth.
“Jonathan! Take your brother to the pool! Let’s go, what are you doing in there?” Joyce’s voice sounds from somewhere distant.
Jonathan had tried to reason with his mother earlier- that Will was old enough to walk the 0.7 miles to the pool, that everything awful was left behind in Hawkins.
‘You know I’d go myself, but I’m tied up here. I’ve got calls all through lunch!’ Joyce said with a huff when Jonathan had complained about his role of babysitter. ‘All this stuff is new, Jonathan. I just don’t want him getting lost or hurt or anything.’
He sympathized with his mother’s paranoia and constant anxiety surrounding her younger son, but he was at his wits end. Everyday it was ‘Will needs this!’ and ‘Can you take Will here?’ And because Jonathan was who he was, he usually complied.
With a heavy sigh, Jonathan sat upright in his bed and pulled a pair of swim trunks on.
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The Lenora Hills public pool is cramped, loud, and smells faintly of weed- although Jonathan can’t tell if that last part is just his own scent wafting back to him. He trails Will as he hurriedly walks through crowds of families in search of empty beach chairs, his eyes falling on the frames of bikini-clad girls and their showboat boyfriends. He’s surprised by the sheer amount of people already at the pool at 9AM on a random Tuesday in August.
Meanwhile, the California sun is relentless. The heat comes in waves, each one more brutal than the one preceding it. By the time the two boys find a place to set up, a thin layer of sweat had pooled around their faces.
“Jesus Christ, it’s like a million degrees out here,” Jonathan groans.
Will looks up from setting his towel down on the chair. “Don’t be dramatic, the sun’s barely out,” Will retorts. “If you’re that hot just go get a soda or something. Or better yet, just go in the pool. That’s why we came.”
Jonathan takes one look at the pool and he knows the suggestion is fruitless. He sees hoards of little kids submerged in the pool, splashing each other fiercely and spitting out pool water in each others faces like it’s a weapon. Nope!
“Hey, if you’re getting a soda get me one,” Will says as he sits down on the chair.
“Yeah, okay.” Jonathan sighs noncommittally, but is already heading towards the concession booth at the far side of the pool.
The line is absolutely atrocious, which only adds to Jonathan’s disdain for being there. When he finally gets to the front of the line he’s about ready to rip into whatever poor worker was working the booth, until his eyes fall on your pretty face.
“Hey, what can I get you?” you ask Jonathan sweetly.
Your hair was pulled into two braids that fell just past your collarbone, tied off by small red bows. The shade of red was a perfect match to the bathing suit uniform you are donning, hugging your frame.
Jonathan runs his tongue over the inside of his mouth as he mindlessly ogles you. He’s still slightly buzzed from his morning weed.
“Hello?” you ask again, eyeing the growing line behind him.
Suddenly, Jonathan feels someone collide into his side- Will.
“You’ve been on line for like 20 minutes! What’s taking so long?” Will turns to you. “Just one Coke, please.”
“Sure,” you say to him. But, before you turn around to fetch the soda from the cooler you pause. “Do I- do I know you? Will?”
Jonathan looks over at Will, who considers you for a moment. Then, his eyes light up in realization.
“Right! Sorry, hey!” Will smiles. “What are you doing here? How’s Milo?”
Another worker pops up from behind you and begins taking customers at a neighboring register.
“Good, good- he pretty much hasn’t left my bed since last week. I hated leaving him this morning.” You pout.
This startles Jonathan. He already doesn’t know what the hell is going on or how you seem to know Will. He slightly deflates at your mention of some boy who’s been in your bed.
“ ‘m sorry- what’s going on?” Jonathan manages to get out.
“She lives a couple houses down from us. We met when I found her dog, Milo, last week outside our house.” Will answers.
“Yeah, he got out when I was bringing in some groceries for my dad. Thank you, again! He’s such a fast runner and I couldn’t keep up in my slippers.”
“Oh my God, that’s right.” Will laughs at the memory. Your cheeks flush, embarrassed.
“Hey! I was getting ready for bed, okay? I don’t usually leave the house in fuzzy purple pajamas.” You giggle. “But, thanks for catching him before he got too far out. Talk about perfect timing.”
“Yeah, yeah of course,” Will then turns to Jonathan. “Don’t you remember? You were just getting home from somewhere when I found him.”
Jonathan blinks. If he was getting back from someplace he didn’t tell Will, he was probably just off somewhere getting high. And if that was the case it would make sense why he didn’t remember the dog, or even the cute girl in tiny pajamas.
“Right, yeah,” Jonathan replied coolly. “I’m Jonathan, by the way.” He goes to shake your hand and cringes inwardly as he watches it happen. But, you giggle at his formality and meet your hand with his.
“It’s nice to meet you, Jonathan.” You tell him your name and then turn to fetch the Coke from the cooler behind you. Jonathan takes the opportunity to let his eyes wander your body freely. When you bend over the cooler to retrieve the soda, jutting your hips out, Jonathan’s eyes narrow.
“It’s on me, Will,” you say as you slide the aluminum can over the counter. “And here,” you say, placing another can on the counter, “you look like you could use something sweet.”
Jonathan’s heart stutters at your remark. He takes the can from you, your fingers touching briefly at the exchange. The contact makes his head spin. He looks up at you, and you have your bottom lip pulled in between your teeth in a cute smile.
“Hmph, tha-thanks.” Jonathan says dumbly.
The two brothers turn back to the pool and start walking. Jonathan can barely open the soda tab with the way his fingers are shaking around the aluminum can.
—————
Five days later, Jonathan all but jumps up in bed when Will suggests going down to the pool for the day, this time with Jane. The memory of your small smile and sun-kissed skin had been playing in his head like a film reel nonstop since Tuesday. He had spotted you a couple of times since then, but had kept to himself. He watched wistfully from his window as you passed his house while walking Milo. He found himself going to collect the mail every morning at seven, which was when you drove down the block on your way to the pool. He looked out for you whenever he was running errands for Joyce, and even spotted you once with two other girls at a local strip mall, sipping smoothies and laughing over a magazine.
The girls his age he had seen in California were pretty, obviously, but none of them had caught his eye like you had. You were different from the girls he had seen lounging around the Lenora pool in neon bathing suits or the ones standing in clusters around the Starcourt mall back in Hawkins. You were beautiful in a way that wasn’t flashy or obnoxious, but in a way that crept into his brain and made his heart race. Everything about you seemed gentle and sweet, from the bows in your hair to the hint of honey in your voice. He knew it was probably stupid- that you were just being polite to the older brother of the guy who saved your dog- but he couldn’t help but feel a little special under your gaze.
When the three of them arrive at the pool that Sunday, Jonathan sets down his things and then springs up.
“Anybody want a drink or anything?” He offers to Will and Jane.
“We have.” Jane states and points to the small pack of sodas you had all brought from home.
“Yeah, I’m just,” he stalls, “I’m just not feeling like a Coke right now.” He runs his fingers through his hair, sweeping it off his face to cool down. “I’m gonna go get an iced tea or something.”
The line isn’t as bad as it was the other day. When he gets to second in line, he panics slightly. What was he even going to say? ‘Hey, you probably don’t remember me but I’ve been thinking about you for days and want to take you on a date’?’ He doesn’t have time to question it because he hears a faint ‘Next!’ called from the booth and walks up to the counter. Only, it’s not you on the other side.
“What can I get you, boy?” an older woman inquires from the booth. Jonathan goes rigid.
“Iced tea?” Jonathan stammers. The lady sighs.
“What kind?” the woman states. After a moment, “What kind of iced tea!”
“Uhm- I don’t,” he pauses. The lady pulls out a bottle of peach iced tea from the same cooler you had been cutely bent over two days prior and slams it on to the counter.
“$2.”
The first sip of peach iced tea sits sourly on his tongue. Jonathan’s sulking back to where he had left Will and Jane when he hears the patter of flip flops behind him.
“Jonathan!” He turns around to meet the familiar honeyed voice, breaking into a grin.
“Oh, hey!” He replies, almost too excitedly. “What are you, uhm, what are you doing here?” He scratches the back of his neck.
You giggle and he finds himself leaning towards you. “I work here.”
“Oh- duh,” he says dumbly. Not wanting the conversation to end, he rakes his fried brain for words. “So, so what’s up?”
You inadvertently take a step towards him as you move out of the way of two running boys, and Jonathan can hear his heart pounding.
“Mm, not too much. It’s been crazy busy at the pool. Oh, and Milo’s doing great back at home. He hasn’t tried to escape once, not even when I was getting some shopping bags out of my trunk the other day. Your brother’s a real lifesaver,” you say earnestly.
“That’s good.”
Jonathan hates himself for his lame response. He’s about to give up and excuse himself when he hears you speak once more.
“Hey, uhm, this might be kind of awkward, but, can I ask you something? I didn’t really want to ask you the other day in front of Will.”
Jonathan’s mind runs through every single possible question you could have for him instantaneously. “Yeah- what’s up?”
“It’s just- okay,” you huff, “where do you, uhm, get your…. y’know.”
Jonathan blinks. “My uhm- my what?”
“Come on don’t make me say it,” you mutter, “I can smell it on you.”
Oh!
Jonathan makes a sound he almost doesn’t recognize as it leaves his mouth. “Are you serious?” he asks, and you deflate slightly at his slightly aggressive tone.
“Y’know what,” you brush him off, “it’s okay. Forget it. I’m sorry. Forget I even asked.” You go to turn away from him.
“No!” Jonathan calls out from beside you. “No, it’s okay! I was just- surprised, that’s all.” He clears his throat. “I uhm- I have a friend who’s super into it. He just gives me some sometimes. Can you really smell it on me?” He pulls his white tee shirt up to his nose and grimaces.
Yep.
“I’m not judging! I just- my old dealer got caught up in some things and he had to stop. I’m looking for a new one.”
Hearing you talk about drugs jolts Jonathan’s brain a little. For the last two days he had been obsessing over the cute girl he met at the concession stand. The girl with the bows in her pigtail braids. The one who smiled at him sweetly and gave him a free soda. At your admission, Jonathan was realizing that maybe he didn’t know everything about you based on the 2-minute interaction you had the other day and the glimpses he caught of you around Lenora. Maybe you aren’t so innocent, and he kind of likes it.
“I can get you some,” Jonathan offers.
“Yeah?” you smile up at him, squinting slightly in the sun as loose strands from your pigtail braids flutter around you in the breeze.
“Yeah, I mean I don’t have any with me, but I’ve got some at home you could have.”
“Where’s home?”
“It’s uhm- like a 15 minute walk. Less than a mile out from here.”
You think to yourself for a second, working through the logistics. At your silence, Jonathan speaks again.
“You can have it for free.”
He doesn’t know why he says it. The stuff that Argyle had brought him the previous night was good- really good. So good that Jonathan wanted to be selfish with it, but couldn’t at the thought of the two of you smoking it together, or at the very least, of seeing you again.
“Free?” you ask incredulously. “What’s the catch?”
“No catch! I can bring it to you here when the pool closes, when you get off.”
“You’d hand-deliver me free weed after my shift?” Again, you giggle and Jonathan can’t help but smile to himself.
“Yeah, why not?” He says shyly. Your eyes scan his face and his breathing hitches.
“Why, though?”
“It’s not a big deal, it’s-“ he pauses, “I don’t know, you caught me in a generous mood.” He shifts his weight from one leg to the other. You pull your bottom lip in between your teeth and smile. The lip gloss coating your lips sparkles under the sun, and Jonathan’s eyes immediately catch it.
“I have to stay an hour past close for inventory. So, it’d be more like nine, nine thirty the latest.”
“That sounds perfect!” He says looking up from your lips. “Perfect.”
Then, a voice breaks into your conversation- the older lady from the counter signaling you for the end of your break.
“Ugh, I have to get back. But, I’ll see you later, right? Nine thirty-ish?” You say as your footsteps are already retreating.
Jonathan nods once, twice. “I’ll be here.”
—————
The tightly packed blunt feels heavy in the pocket of Jonathan’s denim jacket, especially when he passes by a police car parked outside the recreational center on his way to the pool. On his walk there, he lets his imagination run wild with different scenarios of how the evening would go.
A) You thank him for the free weed and wish him goodnight
B) You offer to share with him and you spend a hazy, comfortable evening together until he politely offers to walk you home
C) This was all a sting operation and he spends the night in jail.
Jonathan approaches the gate of the pool to find it locked. He cups his hands and looks through the bars, scanning the deserted scene until his eyes fall on you. You are still wearing the same outfit from earlier in the day, only now you wore a pair of denim cutoff shorts on top of your bathing suit uniform. Jonathan can hear the faint clatter of clipboards being stacked away behind the counter, which he assumes signals the end of your task.
After another couple of minutes, you walk through the gate. You're juggling your purse, a plastic water bottle, and a set of keys as you slide a black zip-up hoodie on to your arms.
Jonathan calls out your name upon seeing you and you immediately straighten up, then slouch back down to a more relaxed posture.
“Y’know, part of me didn’t think you’d actually show,” you state casually, “I’m glad to see you, though.”
“You didn’t think I’d come?” Jonathan asks.
“It didn’t have anything to do with you, it was just-“ your eyes narrow down on his, “seemed too good to be true.” You tuck the keys into your purse after locking the gate.
“Too good to be true” he echoes to himself.
“So…. do you have it?”
He pats the right pocket of his jacket and you grin.
“Cool.” You pull the ribbon bows out of your hair, allowing it to fall out in a now textured pattern. You fluff your hair out a couple of times with your fingers before placing the ribbons in the front pocket of your purse.
Jonathan watches your movements transfixed. You looked way too comfortable for someone who was about to share weed with a guy she met briefly 2 days ago, but he finds himself relaxing into your composure. Jonathan wouldn’t call himself a particularly social person, but there was something about your friendly smile that made him less self conscious about wasting your time or energy.
You start walking further out of the recreation complex and down the road. Jonathan falls into easy steps next to you, trusting your unspoken plan.
“So…Will told me you guys are new to California?”
“Mhm yeah, we uhm- we’re originally from Indiana but my mom thought we could use a change of pace. A fresh start.”
You hop up onto the raised platform on the perimeter of the sidewalk, using it as a sort of balancing beam. Carefully, you place one foot in front of the other, swaying gently at the stance. At your lack of response, Jonathan finds himself rambling on to fill the void.
“California’s great, though. It’s been nice for the past- what, 2 months we’ve been here? Things were kind of rough for us back home. Especially for, uh Will.”
“Oh no, why?” you ask, turning to face him, your steps staggering. He pauses for a second, contemplating. He doesn’t want to lie to you, but he obviously can’t tell you what really happened in Hawkins.
“Bullies. The kids in his middle school were really rough on him. Name calling, threatening him, all that stuff.” He hears you make a sound from beside him, something caught between a huff and a groan.
“That sucks,” you state, “middle school sucked for me too.”
Jonathan frowns. “Oh?”
“I kind of grew up around kids like that- they were my friends. They would pull stuff like that on the other kids, and when I confronted them about it one day- they ditched me. After that I was kind of a loser.”
“You? A loser? Come on, I doubt that.”
You shake your head as the memories resurface. “No really! Never went trick or treating again, never went to another kids birthday party again, no boyfriends, no parties- never did any of that. And it’s not even like those girls were mean to me after what happened, they just… ignored me completely. Which, was almost worse.”
The two of you pass by his home on your aimless walk and Jonathan cringes. If Joyce was done with her calls and peaked through the window he would never hear the end of it. ‘Jonathan, who was that girl you were walking with? She looked pretty, when do we get to meet her?’ He wants to keep you to himself, which might be unsolicited and unreasonable, but he doesn’t care.
“This one's me.” You point out a fair-sized brown home that was four past his. Jonathan almost finds himself saying ‘I know’, but bites it down because he figures it would sound weird.
“Is that where you’re taking me?” He asks instead.
“God no. My parents would kill us.”
“So…” he says, eyeing you, “… where are we going?”
“It’s not far now,” you answer vaguely, “so, did middle school suck for you too?”
He chuckles. “What gave it away?” You smile to yourself. “Oh God, yeah. Middle school was rough, but I think high school takes it for me.”
He shakes his hair away from his forehead. Picking through his brain, he can’t decide which horror story to tell first.
“For Christmas in 10th grade, my homeroom teacher wanted to arrange a small Secret Santa game for our class.”
“Okay…” you prod.
“The day before the break we had to exchange our gifts. And the person who pulled my name didn’t get me anything.”
You groan. “Oh, what? They didn’t like you or something?”
“She said she didn’t know who I was!” he says incredulously. Your head tilts back in laughter.
“Meanwhile, I had to get a gift for this girl's boyfriend. I found it still wrapped in the trash bin after class.” He laughs to himself, but stops once he hears your laughter cease.
“…what?” you say meekly as you stop walking. “Oh no, that’s awful.”
“God, I hated that guy,” Jonathan huffs, “... .still do.” You both resume walking.
“Does this evil tenth grader have a name?”
“Steve.”
“Steve…” you say, testing the name on your tongue.
“He had everyone at school eating out of his palm. Classic spoiled douchebag.”
“I had a Steve-type at my school, too.”
“Oh yeah? Were you crazy about him too? All the girls in Hawkins were obsessed with him.”
“I…” you trail off, then perk up. “Hey, we’re here!”
As Jonathan took the steps up to the porch of the abandoned house he thought of two things- how much his legs were aching due to the long walk, and how nice your hips looked swaying above him as you walked up the stairs.
“What is this place?” Jonathan asks from behind you, glancing around.
“You haven’t been here before?” You ask, looking back at him.
“Can’t say I have.”
“Hm, this is like the place to smoke, or honestly, just to hang out at night. You see over there?” You ask as you point to the horizon in the distance. “When you come here during sunset you can see the sun light up the mountains in orange before this whole place goes dark. We got here a little late, but it’s okay, you can still see the moon.” You turn on your heel and creak open the door of the old home.
”Are we allowed to be in here?” Jonathan asks hesitantly.
“It’s fine, really.” You continue walking before turning back to him. “What, you’re fine doing drugs with strangers but draw the line at trespassing?” You giggle.
Jonathan feels his ears go pink. He wants to impress you. You are the prettiest girl he has ever seen, and you were still talking to him despite his pathetic background and bad habits. So, he follows you into the home and up the stairs.
Finally, after 35 minutes of waiting and walking, the two of you were perched on the windowsill of a bedroom upstairs. Jonathan removes the carefully packed blunt from his jacket pocket and holds it between his pointer and middle fingers, catching one side in a strong, orange flame.
“Did you want the first hit?” He asks you politely.
“Nah, you first. I need to make sure you didn’t lace it with some shit.” You joke. Jonathan grins at your joke and shakes his head. He wraps his lips around the blunt and inhales deeply, immediately feeling the smoke fill up his lungs and cloud his senses.
“Good?” You ask him. Jonathan exhales slowly and you watch the smoke leave his mouth, swirling in a cloud between the two of you.
“Good.” He affirms, as he passes the blunt to you.
You sit like that for a couple of minutes- the blunt being passed between the two of you wordlessly. The smoke billows out from your mouth out the window, disappearing into the night sky. Meanwhile, Jonathan realizes how fucked he is. He was already hyper aware of every breath you took, every movement of your body, and the way you perfume mixed nicely with the subtle traces of sunscreen you sprayed yourself with earlier. But now, the THC in his system supercharged his senses and softened his inhibitions. With every puff of smoke that leaves your mouth, he finds himself following it subtly with his own in hopes of capturing just a fraction of your essence on his tongue.
When it’s his turn to take a hit, his lips slightly quiver as they wrap around the paper yours just were. He juts his tongue out, only slightly, catching a hint of vanilla lipgloss and spearmint gum.
Finally, you speak.
Or really, softly moan at the way the weed has taken over your senses in a delightful frenzy.
“ ‘S so good.” You say hazily as you slide off your flip flops and crane your neck further out the window. Jonathan watches as your hair whips wildly around you and tickles your features. At the sensation, you let out a breathless laugh and chase the wind with your head, leaning further out the window. The breeze feels amazing against your neck.
As you move a hand up to pull loose strands of hair out of the stickiness of your lip gloss, you stumble slightly, your discoordinated mind not clocking the shift in weight or gravity.
“Oops!” You laugh. You resume your position at the window, subconsciously leaning back. When you feel yourself leaning too far out of the windowsill, you impulsively reach out and grab a fistful of Jonathan’s tee shirt as your legs slightly flail from beneath you. Jonathan drops the blunt on the ground and immediately brings his arms up, pulling you forcibly back into the house. When your bare feet hit the ground you look up at him, the way his eyebrows are knitting together in concentration and slight panic. Catching your breath a little, you remove your hand from his shirt, smoothing it down afterwards. You bring your right hand up to his face, pressing and massaging gently where the crease forms above his eyes. He leans in to the touch, humming softly. Then, he laughs gently.
“Please don’t fall out the window,” Jonathan huffs dazedly, “Too nice.”
“Too nice?” You repeat jokingly. He opens his eyes and looks down at you.
“You’re too nice to fall out of the window,” he clarifies, “so nice.” You laugh gently to fill the silence, but his expression remains solid. He looks handsome like this- eyes low and narrow, lips slightly puffy, and a cute blush in his cheeks. You just want to kiss all over his tired face, but you settle for moving your hand from his eyebrow to his cheek. You can feel the heat radiating off of his body and the warmth shoots through your body.
“You are so nice.” He repeats again and he places his hand on top of the one you have on his face. You lick your top lip out of habit, and he catches it. His eyes follow your tongue, then they settle back onto your eyes.
“You’re so nice,” you retort as you inch your face closer to his. You look down at the closing space between your bodies and Jonathan’s heart thumps at the pretty faint sparkles covering your eyelids. “Can I kiss you?”
Your eyes shoot back to his and find the most delicious look in them. The serious look that once overtook his features had dissipated and was replaced by something warmer, almost needier. Moonlight highlighted the left side of his face, making him look all the more enchanting.
You threw your arms around his neck and captured him in a bruising kiss. The two of you stumbled backwards, lips locked, until your hips were nudged against the windowsill again. He placed one of hands on your waist and spun the two of you around until it was his back facing the window.
“Can’t have you falling out, can we?” He mutters against your lips before kissing you again. You hum in response. His tongue swipes against your bottom lip, lapping up the sweet taste of vanilla from your lip gloss.
When he eventually pulls away, you immediately mourn the loss of contact. He pants against your face and wraps his hands tighter around your waist. Your eyes flutter gently, feeling more weighted with every passing moment.
“Tired?” He asks, his eyes flicking between yours.
“ ‘s the weed,” you say quietly, “Sorry.”
”No! No, don’t be sorry, I’m-“ he quickly says, “I’m sorry, it was my weed.” You press your forehead to his chest and shut your eyes for a moment.
“I really like you, Jonathan.” He’s glad you can’t see his face at your remark, because he’s sure you’d be put off by his ridiculously wide smile and crinkling eyes.
“I- I really like you, too.” He stutters out as he moves his hand to cradle your head against his chest.
“Let’s get you home, yeah?” Jonathan suggests. “I’ll walk you.” He tucks his arm over your shoulder and starts guiding your sluggish body out of the house.
