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@finleygriffin
libby -> finley
Libby: When did you even get drunk??
Libby: There's the supportive and loving boyfriend I know.
Libby: Honestly Finn, I'm not surprised but I'm just really hurt. Forget it. Do what you want.
Finn: what the fuck libby?
Finn: you know i'm the best fucking boyfriend you'll ever get and i could easily leave you for someone else but i don't
Finn: you seriously piss me off sometimes
libby -> finley
Libby: what don't you remember? you came over and we didn't even smoke..
Libby: You told me you wanted to make love to me. How does that mean nothing?
Finn: are you honestly over reacting like this? give me a break
Finn: i don't have time to deal with you being all needy like this, i have the worst hangover and i don't care about your problems.
libby -> finley
Libby: wait are you joking?
Libby: I honestly can't tell..
Libby: what about last night?
Finn: i don't know what you're talking about
Finn: i don't even remember last night
Finn: it meant nothing
libby -> finley
libby: i'm sorry i missed you leaving this morning! you could have woken me up, i would have made you some breakfast and then maybe sent you off with something else to think about all day ;)
finn: what the fuck
finn: you honestly think that i wanted to see you this morning? i left early for a reason
Every part of Libby felt on edge as she forced herself not to cum despite the movements that Finley was making inside of her in combination with his mouth alongside her neck, causing the girl the whimper out in pleasure. It was weird, over the years that they pair had spent together Libby had undergone her own transformation of sorts. While in general she had always been rather conservative in tone compared to some of their friends, she had been a constant glimmer of sunshine all the time when they’d first met. Now she was still fairly bubbly, always offering up a smile, being what he liked to call ‘ditzy’ but her glimmer had dulled. Perhaps it was because of how Finley’s change in demeanor had impacted her over time, or because she was growing up and had been forced to mature faster than she ought to be. Ever since sophomore year her parents had started traveling for work, long periods of time and rather frequently. She knew it wasn’t a reflection of their parenting and she loved them dearly but their absence forced the blonde to mature, to learn how to live on her own, cook, clean, and mostly feeling safe all by herself. In a way Finley had a similar experience. He had been alone despite the fact that his parents were physically around, most of the time passed out drunk on the sofa or fighting with each other for too long to even notice when Finley was around. But in regards to her own transformation, Libby had taken the liberty of starting to allow herself not to seem too needy for Finley even though she needed him so much more than even she herself wanted to admit. So even during sex she tried not to be too needy with him unless he asked her to beg, so every now and then she’d swallow her moans but God it was hard to do when he was making love to her. She couldn’t even recall the last time they had ‘made love’, or really the last time that he’d finished while staring into her eyes. Most of the time she was on her hands and knees taking it from behind, which she liked, but experiencing sex like what she was getting right now was going to make her need that even more often. She knew the motions he was making with his mouth would likely leave a mark and as modest as she liked to act, Libby got almost a sense of pride when someone would spot it and gossip would spread like a wildfire. Even though they’d been together for so long it was still a nice little reminder that she was with Finley Griffin while every other girl wanted to be and for whatever reason people were still shocked that they were still together Libby knew that Finley still felt things for her that people wouldn’t believe - even if he didn’t either. She knew and that was all she needed.
Finley wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into him, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck as she took him in even deeper. She nodded as he told her how they would finish, the top of his head pressed against her cheek. She was still stuck on how he’d called her baby girl for the first time in a while. Her head dropped back as he pressed his swollen lips to her skin when she felt him finally tense within her, his hips bucking upward as he finished inside of her which would have been enough to send her over the edge had he not instructed her to wait, this causing her to suck her lower lip in beneath her teeth to control herself. As he regained his composure, panting softer breaths Libby continued to suck on her lower lip as she tried so desperately not to cum as he brushed his thumb over her face, finally giving her permission. Libby let out a soft crying moan as she finally tightened around him, her head leaning forward to fall against his forehead as she panted while she rode out her orgasm. “Shit,” she whispered in a soft laugh as she looked into his eyes before pulling back. If her already flushed face could blush any more then it would have right then as he spoke soft compliments to her, Libby timidly smiling and looking down. After a moment of comfortable silence, Libby lifted her hips to pull herself off of him before leaning back on the sofa, scooting her body over to the side as she reached for his hand with her own. “C’mere,” she mused innocently with the same timid smile as before as she pulled him down to her. Most times after sex they didn’t cuddle anymore, it was certainly a rarity but so was love making and she had every confidence that he’d be more than willing to hold her right then. She adjusted against the back of the sofa as she rested her head on his shoulder, letting her hand find his again as she laced her fingers through his. “That was,” she started, laughing lightly as she tried to find the words, “so beyond amazing.” She complimented the pair of them, laughing as she pressed a soft kiss to his bare shoulder. “I love you so much, Finn,” she told him softly. She could tell him that she loved him 5000 times a day and there was never any guarantee that she would hear it back. Libby knew Finley loved her, he’d said it before many times over the past four years, but she was much looser with it than he. The sex had definitely worn her out as she found herself already growing tired, her eyes shut as she laid her head on his shoulder. “Don’t forget about your pizza,” she reminded him. She didn’t want to fall asleep because she didn’t want this night to end. What had started as any other boring night in had turned into the best night she had experienced in months. Libby finally felt that this was the start of everything getting better. She finally had the love of her life back, and she wasn’t going to let him go again.
Finley was exhausted, a combination of physical exertion caused by the sex and a handful of other things, so when Libby decided that they were going to cuddle, he really didn’t feel like protesting. He allowed her to pull him close and he put in the small bit of effort that it took to wrap his arm around her and holding her body close. He kept his mouth shut as she took his hand but all he could think about was what had happened after he’d had sex with that other girl, whose name he was beyond caring about now. She didn’t ask to cuddle, probably because they were in a house full of other people, and he briefly wondered if she would have acted this way too. Naturally, he would have refused to and he’d have come here. It wouldn’t have mattered, a lot of girls wanted to sleep with him, so even if he refused to do the sentimental bullshit afterwards, they still would have come flocking to his side when he asked them to. It was just one of the many perks of being who he was. Libby would never understand it and there was no way he’d even bring it up to her. She wouldn’t find out about it anyway. He was sure of it. Finley found himself caught off guard by her laugh. It only occurred to him then that he hadn’t heard her laugh in a while. Maybe he missed the sound but again, that was something he wasn’t willing to admit to himself. He just shrugged in response to what she said. He didn’t need the compliment but if it made her feel good to say it, then he’d listen to whatever she wanted to say. This whole thing itself was surreal to him. Usually once they’d finished sex, he’d merely roll over onto his side and sleep off whatever high he was on but right now, he could barely feel the drugs in his system and he was actually cuddling with Libby with no words of protest. It felt alien to him. This wasn’t him. This was the Finley he’d left behind. It was the Finley she’d fallen in love with.
“Same.” he said, only half aware of her confessing her love to him. Finley knew that Libby loved him and she knew that he loved her. Maybe he didn’t say it as much as he should have, maybe he said it more when they had first started dating, it really didn’t matter to him. He didn’t have to say it for her to know. There was probably some reason for it, dealing with how he repressed so much and more reasons that involved his parents and brother but at the end of the day, it was all just excuses he made up to make himself seem like less of the bad guy. He could totally blame the nausea he felt when he professed his life for her on his parents and not on himself. That was what he always did. Why fix what wasn’t broken, right? “Whatever.” he muttered, leaning more into the sofa than he was her. She probably wouldn’t notice. This whole thing felt slightly off to him and it had everything to do with the fact that he hadn’t been able to act like what he believed was himself. He’d make up for that tomorrow, when she didn’t look as tired and he didn’t feel like punching something until his knuckles bled - though it could be argued that he felt like that all of the time. “If you wanna sleep, you can.” he said, now sounding more engaged in their conversation than he had for the past few minutes. “I don’t mind.” His plan was to slip out in the morning before she woke up. It’d make her realise that this was a one time thing and she shouldn’t expect it again for another while. Or ever again. This wasn’t him and it would never be him. It was almost funny to him how Libby never seemed to realise that. She was always stuck holding onto something she used to know, something she would never get again. He would never be what she wanted again but she stayed by his side and god knows Finley needed her to stay.
Libby brushed the loose hairs that had gotten sloppy over her face amid their heated make out session as he retrieved the pizza for them. She grinned at him as he responded to her, eagerly tossing the pizza on the coffee table besides the sofa and instantly reaching out to touch her, immediately pulling away the blanket she’d been covering herself with. Seeing how pleased her looked just staring at her bare chest caused the blonde to grin. It wasn’t all that often that Finley got complimentary with her, but just seeing him pause to look at her body was more than enough affirmation for her to know he was happy with what was his for the taking. She didn’t have time to object or insist that the pizza might get cold as her eyes fluttered shut the instant his mouth pressed against her neck, her weak spot, as he guided her down against the sofa this time him being on top. His mouth finally found its way to hers and she kissed him back desperately, as if she hadn’t been able to kiss him for a long while. There was something about kissing Finley that was so surreal. After four years she had yet to grow tired of his kissing, it was always so exciting and passionate, rough and loving. It made her feel wanted. He briefly pulled away to remove his shirt, Libby swallowing ever so slightly at the sight of his own bare chest. He had a great body, likely without even having to try or hit the gym. He knew it too - there was no such thing as modesty with Finley and while Libby was quiet and rather modest herself, she always felt a sense of pride when she’d hear girls gossip about how hot he was knowing that he was hers and only hers, the way she was to him.. just less vocal about it. Her mind was ripped from her thoughts of his body as she watched him wet his fingers, still not thinking about it until she felt the damp sensation slide along her, erupting a soft moan from her surprise. Before she could moan out a second time as she felt him push his fingers inside of her, his mouth was back on top of hers and she moaned softly into his mouth before she found herself eagerly returning his kiss.
She had been wet before he’d started the foreplay but as he pulled his hand back she knew she was certainly wet enough and if it were any other night she’d try her hardest to turn him on even more by voluntarily sucking herself off of his fingers, but this time was different. Finley didn’t even give her the option to act a little slutty as he undressed himself. She watched him eagerly, feeling herself nearly throbbing as she waited in anticipation. There was just something so different with his entire demeanor that night that she found herself even more turned on that usual between his sudden desire to show her such kindness and willingness to let her run the show. He returned back over top of her as she reached up to touch his chest, biting down on her lower lip as she stared right into his glossed over blue orbs. Beyond the haze of whatever drug he’d taken before he’d come over, she could almost see something in his eyes that she hadn’t in a long, long time. It made her heart stop for a second as butterflies flooded her stomach when his words hit her ears. “No fucking,” she whispered out, repeating him as she let a sharp breath escape her mouth as he began to enter her. He wanted to make love to her. The amount of shock that Libby felt in her body was sad for someone who was in such a committed relationship as this was never something they did, but that was all shoved aside as her cheeks flushed deeply, eyes staring up into his, the honest connection she’d felt right before still prominent. He pushed himself in further, slowly, as she felt everything - every inch of him inside of her. She was already worked up to such a point that she could probably cum just from the words he’d said to her but she knew she wanted this to last because this was special and it didn’t happen every day. He spoke softly, telling her she deserved something nice as his face hovered above hers, his hands softly brushing her hair from her face as they stared into each others eyes.
It was just then that Libby felt herself falling in love with Finley all over again. She knew that for the past four years she had been in love with him and nothing had changed but tonight there was something with him that just reaffirmed that feeling for her and the look in his eyes showed that he felt it too. It was as if she was seeing a sudden side of vulnerability from him - one that she hadn’t seen in a long time. He kissed her slowly and she kissed back at an equal pace, not too deep or passionate but slow and soft and gentle as she felt him moving slowly inside of her. Her hands wrapped around his back as her fingers pressed into his skin. “Finn,” she breathed out in a soft moan as she moved her face to pull away from his kissing as she looked up into his eyes. They never looked at each other like this while fucking. It felt incredible just to have that visual connection again. She pressed the pads of her fingers deeper into his skin, avoiding using her nails as to hurt him as she pulled his body down, feeling his body now on top of hers completely. The thin layer of sweat that was covering his body was now pressed upon her but Libby didn’t mind. She continued to let out soft moans as he reached her g-spot, threatening with every gentle thrust to make her orgasm already. Her lips trembled from the pleasure as three familiar words threatened to break free and into his ear that was just besides her lips. “Finley,” she breathed again, pulling her knee up to allow him deeper inside, her moan growing increasingly louder. She couldn’t help but think about their first time and how similar this felt. Perhaps this time was more graceful as they both knew what they were doing but it was all close enough. He’d wanted to take his time with her, go slow, not want to hurt her. It was perfect and she could only imagine how every other girl in the world could want their first time to be as special as he had made it for her. “Baby,” she started before momentarily biting down on her lip to swallow a louder moan, “you’re so perfect.“ She spoke quietly before loosening her death grip and letting him pull up a bit, her eyes catching his again as she touched the side of his face, her thumb wiping a bead of sweat from his brow before her eyes fell shut again and her hand fell to the side of her head, her fingers grasping for the pillow or cushion to grab onto. “I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer..” she admitted quietly with a soft laugh, her already red cheeks deepening at how quickly she was about to cum.
They hadn’t had sex like this in such a long time that it almost felt surreal to Finley. He was so used to rough and violent that something soft and slow felt weird to him. In a way, his entire life and their relationship could have been summed up like that. The way they had went from being soft and gentle with each other to the way he decided to just get rough with her with no apparent reason, it was uncanny. He wasn’t sure what made him decide to revert back to that way. It most likely had everything to do with the drugs in his system and nothing to do with how much he loved her. Not that the latter ever came into anything these days. He pushed that aside for whatever else with good enough to replace it at the time and that usually was spitting harsh words at her whatever chance he got. Tonight wasn’t like that. Nothing like that had left his mouth and, instead, he was acting like that awkward fifteen year old boy who had no idea how sex worked but still wanted to impress the prettiest girl he’d ever met. He was a lot less awkward now and a lot more experienced when it came to sex which meant he was able to be a lot more graceful, he was able to handle this kind of sex with finesse. Every part of him wanted to forgo the whole making love thing in favour of grabbing her hips and making it so that she would be unable to walk properly tomorrow. That was his idea of romantic but hers - and everyone else’s - was different. So when he did start to thrust, they weren’t the rough actions he was used to, they were slow, as if he were savouring every second that he was inside of her. She seemed to enjoy it, if both her moaning and the look on her face told him anything, and that made him smile involuntarily. It was a rare thing when he was happy that she was happy but it was something that was quickly forgotten when he felt her move to allow him to reach in deeper. That alone almost sent him into a frenzy.
His thrusts were still kept at an even pace but he increased the force of which he used. The control he had over this kind of thing was just another way for him to keep everything else in control. He echoed her moans with deeper, more huskier, ones of his own. He always seemed to forget just how good she felt around him until they had sex again and he was reminded full force. He could hear her say his name and he met her eyes. When he did, he brought up a hand to gently brush across her cheek, watching her face as she gave into the pleasure. She was his and she always would be. He made sure everyone knew that. He made sure every guy that dared to look at her knew that he was the one she was with, he was the one she did this with. No one could take her away from him. It didn’t matter how he treated her because at the end of the day, as long as she remained by his side, then nothing mattered. The world had to know that she belonged to him. He’d started fights over, he’d gotten into so much trouble in school because of that. His jealousy over her was lethal but as long as everyone knew that she was his and only his, then it didn’t matter what he did to keep it that way. Her voice was soft and gentle to his ears and he half smiled, leaning down to kiss her once more. There wasn’t many times when he would give into what she wanted. In fact, he would never give in to what she wanted, so this was something that was rare. Still, to him it was only sex. Whatever it was to her meant that he could keep her by his side for far longer than he actually deserved to have her. All of the guys he had punched bloody didn’t matter because they could flirt with her all they liked, she still ended up beside him, in his arms, she still ended up being fucked by him and no one else. That was, probably, the only thing that kept him sane.
“You can hold on for a little longer,” he told her, still thrusting into her. He made sure he was thrusting into her in a way that would make it unlikely that she could hold on. He knew her better than anyone else, he knew what made her tick and what would make her cum. He moved to her neck, gently sucking and biting on the area in a way he knew would leaves marks. She’d show them off at school and everyone would knew it was him who did it. His hands slid around her body, pulling her close to him once again. Maybe he feared that her looking into his eyes for too long would make him honest and he hated being honest. He rested his forehead against her cheek, his moans nothing but breathless, jagged sounds. In truth, he was close too. He found it weird that this kind of sex could stimulate him enough but he figured it had more to do with Libby and how good she felt. She could change him. She had changed him. She’d changed him in more ways than one. “I’m close too, baby girl,” he said to her, his voice betraying the lust he felt. “I’m gonna cum first, then you, alright?” Being in charge, even just in this simple way, thrilled him. He pressed soft kisses along her jaw as a way to distract her from the momentary roughness he’d taken on to help finish himself. And them he was coming, his body tense as his fingers dug into her soft skin. His moan of her name was loud and rough as he finished, lazily thrusting into her once more. After a few shorts breaths, he lifted his head and brushed his fingers across her cheek. She looked beautiful and he had to take a minute just to acknowledge that, even just to himself. “Alright, babe, your turn.” It didn’t matter how many times Finley had made Libby cum during the span of their four year relationship, it always gave him a sense of pride, of power, to see that he could resort her to something like this. He could make her weak in one of the best ways possible. It was, however, almost surreal to see what she looked like as she finished. He rarely looked at her while they had sex, so this felt rather new to him. And all he could do then was gently stroke her cheek, in a soft untainted manner. “So beautiful.” he muttered to himself. “So beautiful and all mine.”
It had been so long since Libby had heard the words escaping Finley’s mouth leave the boy’s body. He used to be generous like that. He used to care about what she wanted, and not just about himself. So since he was saying them now there was no way for Libby to control her smile as her cheeks flushed slightly as she leaned into him after he’d wrapped his arm around her, pulling her in closer. Because he was always seemingly angry it almost seemed as if Finley were constantly in a state of loud yelling, but tonight was different. His words were soft and calm and every syllable made Libby remember why she loved him in the first place. Even if Finley did everything in his power to make sure nobody knew he had a soft side, Libby knew it was down inside somewhere - otherwise she wouldn’t be in the position that she was presently. That soft side used to take her out on surprise dates, bring her favorite ice cream over and keep her company in all weekend when her parents left for weekend work trips, come over and let the dog out when she was stuck at school late because she had meetings for all of her student clubs. It had been a long time since Finley had done anything that didn’t directly benefit himself. Libby let out a soft giggle as she felt his lips press gently against her cheek, the sensation of him so close and teasing sending chills down her spine in the best way possible. “So then like, the entire movie?” She teased back, turning her head to meet his face directly with a small laugh as she leaned in and quickly touched her nose to his before pulled her head back slightly as he pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. Libby mused a sympathetic half-smile when he mentioned how he did not need Patrick taking care of him, and she brought her hand up to his shoulder as she faced into him a bit, rubbing his arm gently. “Well that’s why you have me. I’ll take care of you,” she commented sweetly, teasingly, and genuinely. Libby knew Finley to be spoiled - not by his parents but by his peers. Whenever he wanted something girls would be at his very beck and call and the guys did whatever they thought they could for him to stay good with him as to remain a part of the in-crowd. Libby didn’t want to take care of Finn because she felt she needed it, she wanted to take care of him because she loved him and because he was important to her and it mattered to her if he was okay. “Won’t be long,” she concluded, referencing the pizza.
The girl finally turned back in her seat, allowing her body to rest more comfortably into his, holding the hand he had draped over her shoulder with her own hand, interlocking her fingers with his. The movie began and the two sat comfortably for a while before Libby felt Finn’s mouth placing soft, almost ticklish kisses against her neck, causing the beauty to sigh softly as her eyes fluttered shut for a few moments while he delivered more kisses. Libby swallowed at his words, her eyes opening as she turned more into him, the room dark aside from the colors bouncing off of the television screen, her face just barely apart from his. “I’m sorry,” she apologized quietly for not having gone with him tonight even though he had never a) told her where he was going or doing and b) actually invited her along let alone talk to her at all since school had let out earlier that day. “Maybe I can go tomorrow night?” she suggested as an alternative. If Finley really wanted her around then he’d be happy for her to join him to whatever party was happening that Saturday night. Unable to notice in the dark, Libby swallowed just barely at his words. Sometimes it did make her just the slightest bit uncomfortable when Finley got a little possessive of her. At first it used to be cute, a little romantic, but then he grew to be angry and things changed if even just in the slightest. “So show me off tomorrow,” she suggested again, biting down a little on her lower lip as her eyes trailed from his down to his lip. Without thinking, Libby leaned forward and pressed her lips against his, kissing him slowly but passionately as loud cries for help played from the television She continued to kiss him for a while, leaning forward and moving her body weight from the sofa to the point where she was mostly just sitting in his lap as he held her, eventually the two falling back against the seat cushions of the sofa. On top of him now, Libby pulled away to sit up and rid herself of his sweatshirt, revealing her upper body clad in nothing but a lacey black bra. She leaned back in and placed another kiss to his mouth before breaking the kiss. “You’re the only one who can have me like this, Finn,” she smiled at him before leaning back in to continue making out, laying on top of him again as they kissed against the background music from the movie. Eventually Libby tried to guide Finn’s hands that were wandering her bare back up to the clasp of her bra, letting it fall onto him from beneath her as he unclasped it. Libby guided one of his hands over-top of her newly exposed chest, moaning softly into his mouth at the contact. Surely enough, the doorbell rang suddenly, sending sharp tones throughout the empty house, causing Libby to jump up nervously, arms naturally crossing quickly over her chest. “Shit,” she breathed out anxiously as she glanced around for her top. “That must be the pizza guy,” she stated, looking around. “Babe, can you please go get that? There’s money in my wallet - “ she started, still holding her chest as she motioned with her head to her wallet sitting atop of the counter separating the living room from the kitchen. “You can just take however much,” she finished. She wouldn’t usually dare ask him to get up and go do such a chore, but she was topless and her bra had fallen somewhere to the ground. A large part of Libby expected him to spit back with some offended expression about how she dare ask him to answer the door, but not this time. He was really changing. While Finley grabbed the door Libby grabbed a blanket sitting folded up at the end of the sofa, holding it up against her bare chest. The blonde paused the movie, laughing as Finley returned. “Timing is really never on our side, is it?” She laughed, holding the blanket up as she smiled up at her boyfriend.
Excitement bubbled up within him when she got onto his lap and Finley opted to ignore whatever she had said before hand. Tomorrow would be another day and none of this would matter at the end of it. He would only invite her out with him should the occasion call for it. That occasion, of course, would only be to show dominance over everyone else there. Usually, he didn’t have to do that as people fell at his feet without a word from him. Finley held onto his power tightly as it was one of the only things he had left. Libby came in handy with showing people just how powerful he was; he showed her off because it was a great way to boost just how good he was. A lot of people were jealous of their relationship and that usually sent him on a power trip. It was one of the reasons why he was so possessive over her. He told himself that that was the only reason - his need for power - and anything else was merely pushed away, as per usual with him. For once, he let her guide him into the position she wanted to be in, his hands securing themselves around her waist. He licked his lips as he watched her remove her sweatshirt, the sight going straight to his groin. He was desperate for her, desperate for her body. He felt like it’d been too long since he’d been able to have her like in this way, it was something that he’d been thinking about all night long and it was most certainly one of the reasons as to why he’d come over to see her. She always gave into him this way and he loved it. As she leaned down to kiss him, he ran a hand over her ass before he worked on moving them upwards, towards her bra. To his relief, she seemed to understand what he wanted and she was taking off her bra before he’d even gotten the chance to ask her to. A smirk played at his lips as he eyed her bare chest. His jeans were becoming tighter and tighter the more they continued and even the feeling of her chest against his hand was enough to make him all that more needy. He was craving her, craving everything she was going to offer him without a fight. He chased her kiss hungrily and was more than ready to take it further when, of course, they were stopped. A small groan escaped his mouth as he dropped his head back against the sofa.
Her request caused him to raise an eyebrow and he was moments away from refusing to do it when he saw the state she was in. Of course, there was no way he would allow another person to see his girlfriend in any kind of state of undress. Reluctantly, he got up and moved over to where she had said her wallet was. He picked it up and took out a few notes before going to answer the door. He didn’t say much to the delivery person as he paid them and took the pizza, pocketing whatever money he still had left. He’d use it for drugs later on. Coming back into the living room, he dumped the pizza on a nearby table, no longer in the mood to eat anything and came back over to her. He smirked at her words and gently moved his hands to her. “Doesn’t mean we have to stop.” With very little force, he moved the blanket away from her and, for a moment, he simply admired her body before he pressed his lips to her neck, his hands travelling downwards. It was only natural for him to push her down against the sofa, finally fitting his mouth to hers in a rough kiss. The only time that he stopped kissing her was so that he could remove his t-shirt, tossing it aside before he turned back to her, pressing kisses to her that started from her neck and trailed down to her stomach. Once he stopped, he took the opportunity to remove both her shorts and her underwear in one swift motion. For the first time in a long time, he paused just to admire how beautiful she was. He almost asked her if she wanted to continue but the overwhelming need for sex within him was too much and he licked his fingers, moving his hand to between her legs, he pushed his fingers into her in a rather gentle manner. Whatever sound she would make in response was cut short when he leaned over to kiss her, his fingers moving expertly. For once, he was opting to focus on her for a few moments. She certainly would make up for it later when they actually had sex. She was always eager to please him and that was, quite possibly, one of his favourite things about her.
Once he was sure she was wet enough, Finley moved away from her, working as quickly as he could to remove whatever clothing he had left on. She wasn’t the only eager one and tonight, he was eager for something else. Something they hadn’t done in a long time. She would be grateful for it and in return, she’d be even more like putty in his hands. “We’re gonna go slow,” he told her as he leaned over her once more. “No fucking.” He glanced downwards, using one hand to help guide himself into her. “I wanna make love to you, baby.” He bit back a moan as he entered her further, a deep and ragged breath leaving his mouth as it happened. He almost shook with the need to move but instead of thrusting into her, he reached up and brushed some stray hairs from her face. He looked at her in a way he hadn’t done in a long time and gently pressed his lips against hers. “You deserve something nice.” It was a manipulative tactic he was using but there was still a part of him that believed what he was saying. It was long gone, however, and something she probably wanted from him. She wouldn’t get it, however. She would just have to hold onto the rare moments that she did, the moments like this. She wouldn’t get that part of him again. No one would.
If Libby could look from the outside in on the conversation happening between the two of them then maybe she would kick herself for not being able to see how blatantly obvious it was that something was going on with Finn. But alas she was blinded by the excitement running through her veins at his kindness and his willingness to do something with her that they hadn’t done in a really, really long time. She wasn’t sure at what point in their relationship they had stopped doing little, trivial relationship things like staying in and watching movies. She could easily remember the first time they had though. It was back in freshman year towards the start of their relationship, one of the first few times they’d hung out alone as a couple. She had had her parents drop her off at his house on a Friday night and he’d taken her down to the basement - away from his drunken parents - and they watched a movie. He’d done all of the cliche things that made her blush, like offering to share a blanket, holding her hand half way through, and ended up making out to the point where the credits had long passed by the time they pulled apart. But all of that was back when things were still innocent and pure, long before they’d started having sex and long before Finley had started to drink. She nodded her head, unable to hold back her smile as she agreed that it rally had been too long. Libby was just thrilled that he wanted to do this also. Maybe on occasion she’d been able to drag him into doing something she wanted if there wasn’t anything better going on for him to do, but she usually got overwhelming sighs of defeat from him when she did like it were some chore for him to do something she wanted. Libby chose not to think of it that way, she just knew it wasn’t his preferred thing, that was all.
The blonde’s cheeks were red as she bit down on her grin as he placed his hand lightly on her leg, so amazed and pleased by his words. She should have known something was up and deep down, she probably did, but rather than dwelling on that Libby just told herself how he was finally coming back to her - her Finley. The Finley that told her he loved her on a regular basis and sent her cute good morning text messages every morning. He’d been gone for so long but he was finally back. She never thought she’d live to see the day where he suggested he had smoked and drank enough but she was so enthralled that he had. “Yeah, definitely,” she nodded in agreement although at this point if he was going to act like this there was no doubt in her mind that she’d want to give herself to him completely in anyway that he saw fit. He gave her one last chaste kiss before departing for the bathroom and Libby watched him walk out of the kitchen before sighing deeply to herself. She couldn’t believe how happy she was and how well her quiet night in alone was shaping up to be. After a moment of processing, Libby stood up and walked over to the drawer that kept the carry out menus, quickly calling up and ordering a pizza with what she knew were Finley’s favorite toppings even though she was only ‘meh’ about them. After that she walked into the living room and grabbed the remote, flipping onto the ‘on demand’ section and browsing all of the options. She took a seat on the sofa, Koda quickly jumping up and sitting to her side, placing his head on her lap as she flipped through the choices. “Hey,” she greeted Finley as he re-emerged from the bathroom, moving a pillow on the other side of her away so he could take a seat besides her. “I wasn’t sure what you were in the mood for. I knew no Rom-coms, so I thought maybe something scary? How about the new Insidious movie?” She suggested, idling the remote on the movie in case he vetoed it. “A pizza should be coming soon too,” she informed him as he joined her. It was so strange how so quickly Libby could fall into being domestic around him. This scenario used to be the norm for them, she had forgotten how nice it could be to just be with him. Not him on drugs, not him in a blackout so incoherent that she couldn’t even understand him as she had to tuck him into bed, but just him. Just her and the sweet boy from class.
Taking the empty space next to her, Finley draped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her as close as he possibly could. He took a moment to look at her but immediately regretted it the moment he began to feel shreds of his old self try to claw their way to the surface. Giving into those kinds of feelings meant breaking down the person he’d worked so hard to create now and Finley wasn’t going to do that, not for anyone. In his eyes, his past self was weak. He could say he felt nothing but hatred towards the person he used to be but that would have been a lie. A better word to describe would have been bittersweet. Sometimes, when he was drunk or high enough to feel nothing but the pain, he would admit to wanting to go back to that person but it would always leave a bitter taste in his mouth afterwords. He wasn’t that boy any more and there was no way he would ever revert back to him. There was so many reasons for his refusal to accept the way he had become as anything but a good person. It mean giving up the empire he’d built for himself, it meant digging deep into himself and unearthing the roots of his problems, it meant giving up his ability to spew his hatred towards other people, especially Libby, without getting into trouble. He clung to the shield he’d built for himself and he wasn’t going to let it go. He couldn’t give up who he was. He’d become so engraved in it all that there was no telling the difference between an act he’d put on and the way he’d really become. There wasn’t any reason to go back to who he used to be anyway. Finley knew that, he couldn’t go back to being weak, to being pathetic. It was too late now, anyway. He’d burned bridges and he hadn’t stuck around to see the ashes.
“I’m okay with whatever you want.” he reminded her, the nice quality sounded foreign and fake to his own ears but he trusted that Libby wouldn’t know the difference. Or she did notice the difference and was merely taking advantage of one of the only nights were he wasn’t going to yell at her. The latter, however, seemed impossible to him as he didn’t believe she could be that smart. His friends had been the first to take note of how ditzy his girlfriend was and Finley didn’t see much of a point in arguing with them. It was just another thing he’d allowed to poison his mind. When they’d first started dating, he believed she was one of the most intelligent people he had spoken to - the only other person on that list was Patrick but Finley opted not to think about his brother - but now he could only see her as yet another dumb blonde who stumbled after him. “Insidious is fine, however.” he said before leaning over to her, his lips gently brushing against her cheek until he reached her ear. “We can just make out during the scary parts. I find that that’s the only reason people watch scary movies anyway.” A bark of a laugh escaped him. It could have been genuine if he was a different person. “Why do you think people even make horror movies? To watch them?” His hand curled around her shoulder and he held onto her tightly while leaning over to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Great,” he muttered. “I’m starving since I refuse to eat anything Patrick brings into the house. I don’t need him taking care of me.” To get his mind off of the one person he really wanted to stop talking about, he reached over and put his hand over hers, allowing the movie to start. In truth, he wasn’t going to pay that much attention to it. It’d been a long time since he’d actually enjoyed anything like this. He found that sitting still for too long meant that he’d have to retreat into his mind and that was not a place he wanted to be. Instead, he focussed on the girl beside him, his lips placing gentle but not loving kiss along her jaw. He used to think he was lucky to have her and maybe there was times when he still believed that, times when he could see past the hate and hold nothing but love for her. “You should have come out with me tonight,” he said to her but upon realising that there was too much sincere emotion in his voice, especially since he had been the one to neglect to invite, he quickly added. “It sucks not being able to show you off to the other guys. I’m pretty sure they all want you. They can’t have you.” Finn was sure that the slight hint of venom in his tone was what love was. In truth, he didn’t know what love was any more.
Libby couldn’t help but frown, glancing down at her toes while swallowing lightly to herself when her boyfriend mentioned that her father was a ‘pussy’. They all knew that Finley and her parents didn’t get along that well - at least not anymore. At the start of their relationship when Finley had shown kindness to them then they didn’t mind him sleeping over the nights the two of them were away so Libby wasn’t always alone at such a young age, but after the sudden evolution of Finley it was probably for the best that they were never around when he was. But tonight Finley had taken an extra mile, one that he hadn’t in a long time and Libby knew better than to push him after that. The comment could be laid to rest. The blonde male smirked, seemingly amused with her words of encouragement and Libby watched his face as he spoke of how he had big plans as soon as he received his portion of the inheritance. Libby understood why Finn didn’t like his brother, she really did get the abandonment thing. While she loved her parents she couldn’t help but feel a little unimportant every now and then after they spent a number of consecutive weeks traveling for their jobs. But Libby also understood why Patrick acted the way he did, trying to enforce structure in a home that had lacked structure really ever. He loved his little brother and everyone but Finley could see it. But of all of the people in Finley’s life Libby knew she knew him the best even if he wanted to argue that she didn’t. She’d seen him as the vulnerable freshman who was nervous to even talk to her the very first time he ever tried to introduce himself. She’d seen him get upset after his parents were the only ones to not show up to his championship games. She’d been with him the first time he ever got drunk, and the first time that either of them had sex. Nobody else could ever say that got to see him in that way. Libby understood why Finley wanted to get as far away from Patrick as possible but she knew that Patrick just wasn’t going to leave. Maybe Finley would try to get himself his own place with the life-insurance money but that was probably a lot harder to do than it looked too.
It all made her wonder about what would happen in a matter of months when they graduated - or at least her. There was no doubt in her mind than at least one teacher might try to fail her boyfriend - it wasn’t as if he kissed ass to get good grades. Libby knew Finley didn’t intend on attending college but she knew he wanted to get away from their town. Would he go with her, wherever she went? It wasn’t anything they’d talked about before but it was something she thought about a lot. By the end of the school year the couple would have been together for four years. Going to college - or at least away together seemed like a normal thing for couples of that length. But what if she moved to the other side of the country and he didn’t? Would they try the long distance thing? There was no doubt in Libby’s mind that that would be what she’d want, but she knew Finley well enough to know that chances were, it wouldn’t work. It was a conversation that needed to be held at some point but she couldn’t bring herself to bring it up to him. Libby watched as her boyfriend moved closed to her, her body relaxing against the touch of his hand on her back as he pulled her in for a kiss. The girl brought her hand up to the side of his face as they continued to kiss for a few moments. She could taste the beer on him - the weed that he’d smoked before with his friends but neglected to tell her about. Something about the kiss was different but Libby couldn’t just figure it out. Finley just seemed relaxed. He wasn’t kissing her forcefully, pushing her against a wall and pressing kisses to her mouth at a rapid pace. These kisses were slow and sweet, the way he’d kissed her four years ago.
She dropped her hand when he pulled back, her cheeks growing pink with heat when he mentioned how he had a few ideas for them. After all of these years he still managed to make her stomach flutter when he talked about wanting to be intimate with her. Much to her surprise however, Finley offered up an alternative to just coming over and fucking. He was.. giving her a choice? The last time he’d let her make a decision about what they were going to do was a long, long time ago. Usually she didn’t mind letting him take control because she tended to be more soft spoken and indecisive and unsure if he’d even like what she suggested. It was nice to have the opportunity this time. She couldn’t help but start to smile widely as she stared up into his eyes as his hand rest softly against her cheek. Libby bit down on her lower lip to stifle her stupid grin. “Really?” She asked, cautiously. The girl cleared her throat a little as she sat forward on the stool, her body closer to his as she brought her hands up to his chest, resting them both as she leaned towards him. “Well, I don’t know,” she started, glancing at the clock on the microwave behind him. “It’s still early, and it’s supposed to rain later. Maybe we could just spend the night in and watch a movie or something. I could order in some food and we can just get comfy on the couch.” She suggested. She couldn’t remember the last time the couple had spent the night in doing something low-key like this. Finley always wanted to be doing something and with other people. She missed the days when they’d just spend a Friday night in her basement, sharing a blanket and eating three bags of popcorn and her falling asleep on his shoulder halfway through. “I mean, if you want to. We don’t have to,” she added abruptly with a slight shrug as if him turning down the plans wouldn’t make any difference to her. “And then after maybe try the things you had in mind..” she tried to taunt, pursing her lips suggestively as she drew a lazy pattern along his shirt with her finger.
Anyone who knew Finley for more than a few moments could tell that tonight wasn’t him. The anger that usually consumed his every thought and action had been momentarily flushed out but that didn’t mean it was gone. It was still there, resting and waiting to explode from him. He ran on it as if it were some form of gasoline. With mentions of his brother still fresh in his mind, Finley allowed himself the liberty of thinking about how Patrick would react to the way he was acting right now. Would he see right through it or would he fall under the same trap that Libby had? He didn’t know and frankly, he didn’t care all that much. He was no longer the kid who wanted to grow up and be like his big brother. That kid was long gone and the boy he’d been when he and Libby first started dating had gone with it. He never thought about it, his change. It wasn’t something he gave himself the privilege of thinking about. He knew he’d changed, he was different, he was angrier and much more violent but he never acknowledged it any more. Other people would but they would get a glare or a few angry words in response. Thinking about it meant he would have to address it and make that huge leap into reverting back to who he used to be. And Finley was perfectly fine with the way he was. So, a lot of people hated him, people were scared of him and the path he was going down looked more like a tunnel that didn’t have a light. He didn’t care. If people couldn’t accept that this was him, then they would just have to be left behind. Patrick was definitely one of those people and Finley was okay with leaving him behind. If that made him a hypocrite, then so be it.
He almost smiled at Libby when she expressed disbelief at him giving her a choice for once. It was true that he would always dictate what they would do. That stuff was usually things that Libby didn’t want to do but she followed him like a puppy and Finley was perfectly okay with stringing her along the way he did. The threat of graduation and moving on from high school threatened to break them apart but there was no way Libby would get any further than he would. The names of big colleges were thrown around their classes all of the time and when Finley bothered to show up, he never once paid attention to any of that. Grades weren’t important to him, going to college wasn’t important to him. He’d been a smart kid once, back when he’d first started high school. He’d worried about his grades, even if no one cared about his report card, and had a weird knack for anything relating to physics. All of that, however, was lost when he started caring more about drugs and alcohol than every actually showing up to school. He could clearly remember the concerned faces of his teachers when it started. He knew they didn’t actually care, they knew about his parents and they knew he was only becoming the person they all knew he would become. He was a younger version of his parents and anyone could see that. That, however, had long since stopped being a concern for him and he knew that as long as Libby didn’t try any grand gesture of applying to one of those schools he believed she wouldn’t get into, then they’d be fine. He’d continue to string her along and his murky future didn’t bother him.
“Of course,” he said, the niceness of his smile being so apparently not him that it was a miracle she didn’t realise that this was only temporary, that this Finley would be gone before she even got the chance to have him once more. Not that she had ever had him in the first place. He had her and that was it. “That sounds great, babe, it’s been such a long time since we’ve done anything like that.” It wasn’t the idea of spending time alone with his girlfriend but the mere idea that she was falling victim to yet another one of his manipulative tactics. If Patrick were here, he’d mention how Finley was just like their father. It was almost funny, really. “We’ll see how we feel later,” he said, resting a hand delicately on her leg, only letting it slide upwards an inch or so. “If you feel like doing that stuff later then we will. I’ve already had enough beer and weed to tide me over until later.” That, itself, was a lie and almost anyone would have been able to see that. It didn’t matter if he were sober or drunk, he was almost always in the mood for sex. Even now, not even that long after partaking in the act, his mind was on the idea of taking Libby right here and now. Ever since they’d been stopped that day when they’d gone to his house only to find Patrick and Melanie home, he’d been taking every chance he could get and not letting it go to waste. Right now, however, he was merely biding his time. Libby would be his to use soon enough. Planting one last kiss to her lips, he moved away from her, his back slightly to her. “I gotta go piss. You can choose the movie and stuff.” He didn’t wait for her to answer before he left the room. Knowing her, she was probably doing her best to stay on his good side, if he even had one that was. Finding her bathroom was easy and he shut the door behind him. He wasn’t necessarily taking care of any business as he pulled his phone from his pocket and saw the newest text message he had. Ignoring the others he had, he opened it and a smirk played at his lips when he saw that it was from the girl he’d just hooked up with. They were always desperate for him and that showed in the way that she told him, through alcohol influenced spelling, that she’d had a good time and that she wanted to do it again. His smirk grew ever so slightly as he replied simply with the word ‘sure’ before putting his phone away and going to find the girl he’d decided to cheat on.
Friday nights had grown to be quite boring for Libby. If she wasn’t out being dragged around like a trophy for Finley on a Friday night then she was likely home alone and in bed by ten. Most days Finley was out partying with his friends, drinking and getting high until he could no longer see clearly and needed Libby to give him a ride home at ungodly hours of the morning. It was on a rare occasion that Finley ever asked Libby to voluntarily come out with him. Usually if he wanted her around it was because he knew there would be someone else there threatening his sense of power, needing Libby by his side to reassure that he had the best trophy out of all the other boys at school - or even in the entire town. Every now and then Libby asked if she could come along. Staying in alone while her parents were busy traveling for work grew tiring and lonesome and despite being a bit of a homebody, Libby was still a social being. You kind of had to be to even be on Finley Griffin’s radar. She was still friendly with Finley’s friends, and when it was a bigger party and not just his group of friends sitting around and getting stoned then she had her own friends there. Most of them didn’t ever have much to say about Finley other than that they ‘guess he’s cute’. There was a reason Finley usually pulled her away to be with his friends and not hers.
It was getting to the point in the year where Libby didn’t mind spending the night in. With Finley off being distracted by some party she had the opportunity to study up for her exams and work on college essays and applications; the deadline for her top colleges were creeping up on her. With that being said Libby still wished that she’d get even a text from Finley that night - something other than needing her to pick him up way after she ought to be asleep. Every day she told herself that the Finley that was around now was just some phase of young adulthood. She wanted to attribute his arrogant behavior to his parents’ death but deep down she knew this was happening way before their accident even if she chose to ignore it. The Finley she used to know would send her random text messages expressing how much he missed her, or call her to talk to her on the phone until one of them fell asleep, phone in hand. That didn’t happen anymore. Sitting with her legs underneath of her, Libby chewed at the cap of her pen as she re-read the essay typed out on her laptop screen for the fifth time. This particular essay was to be attached to her application to Princeton - a school that she had loved her entire life having a father who had attended there, but a school that was also on the other side of the country. It would be a huge adjustment if she even got in. “It’s not good enough,” she muttered to herself as she sighed heavily, saving the document and shutting her laptop before looking over to her silky brown long haired lab laying by her side on the bed, eyes starring up at the blonde, not amused as he starred emotionless. “Don’t look at me like that,” she pouted softly to the dog before leaning over and rubbing its silky head. Her parents had adopted Koda a few years ago when they first started traveling a lot overnight. If they were going to have to leave their teenage daughter alone in a huge house for week long periods at a time then they wanted at least one more layer of security around for her sake.
The blonde was ready to get herself to sleep when the dog shot up, ears perked as it started to softly growl. The dog barked a few times before jumping off of Libby’s bed and darting out of her door and down the stairs. “Hey, baby?” Libby heard echo through the house and Libby instantly felt flooded with excitement and confusion. What was Finley doing here? She pushed herself off the bed and walked to the top of the stairs, listening before descending to make sure that it was actually Finn and not some serial rapist breaking in to kill her. “Finley?” she asked as if seeking confirmation as she finally stepped onto the first level of the house. From the kitchen doorway Koda stood, bearing his teeth and growling at Finley who was busy scavenging the refrigerator. Libby’s dog did not like Finley. He used to but then once things with him started to change, Koda could sense the difference and he had zero tolerance for the new behaviors Finley exhibited. “Shush, it’s just Finn,” she told the dog, rubbing it’s head as she walked into the kitchen in one of his older, worn hoodies and a pair of tiny pink pajama shorts, scratching the top of her head where her messy bun sat. “Hey,’ she greeted the boy as she stood by the side of the fridge, waiting for him to finish. “This is a nice surprise,” she smiled at him as she watched him rummage for beer. “I thought you were going out with the guys tonight?” She asked, a little confused as to why he had just shown up - but definitely pleased. Libby chuckled minutely as she listened to her boyfriend complain about the beer selection. “That’s because he buys it for himself, not for you,” she had to point out, hoping he’d understand that she was just teasing him. Libby frowned again as she heard Finley complain about legal stuff. “Technically, but your name is on the will too,” she suggested, just wanting to help as she took a seat on a bar stool over near the counter. “You’ll get what’s owed to you, babe. Promise.” She tried to reassure him with a small smile as she watched him pop the lid on the bottle. “I’m really happy you stopped by. I missed you,” she added gently at the end as she kicked her foot out lightly from the chair to tap his shin. “Did you want to do something?”
Upon hearing Libby come into the room, Finley turned to face her and gave her a half smile. He opted to ignore her dog, who had also taken the liberty of not liking him. Finley had come to expect that, however. If someone wasn’t his friend, then they didn’t like him. It was just the way things worked. He opened his beer while she greeted him and tossed the lid into the trash for once. He almost rolled his eyes when she mentioned it being a surprised but was momentarily distracted by the long sip of the alcohol he took. Slowly, he made his way over to her, leaning against the counter with a smile on his lips growing slightly bigger. Somewhere underneath the layers of anger and misery, he did love her. Sometimes, that showed when he wasn’t working to keep up an act. If he did catch himself acting like that, however, he would almost always stop himself. He didn’t like to show any one an obvious weakness and of all of the weaknesses he had, she was definitely one of them. The rest, however, could be left unsaid. This time, however, he didn’t catch himself until he was leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to the side of her head. The moment he did, however, he leaned back, taking in a deep breath before he drank more of the beer in his hand.
“I was with the guys.” Finley nodded, “Deciding they weren’t worthy of me, not that many people are, and I decided to give my girl my attention for a while.” And maybe he neglected to mention that going home was no longer an option now. Libby would know that anyway. Before his parents had died and Patrick had shown up, if he didn’t show up on her door, he would end up going home. That, however, was a disaster all on it’s own. One drunk person with a temper was enough but bring in the person responsible for Finley’s drunken rage and it got messy. How their neighbours had never called the police on the Griffin’s was almost a mystery. People were scared of them, of him and his father, and they knew better than to cross them. That usually sent Finley on a power trip. He could play people so easily. “He’s a pussy, that’s what he is.” Finley shook his head. “I’m pretty sure this is the same kind of beer Patrick drinks and we both know what a dick he is.” A bitter laugh escaped him then and his grip on his bottle tightened to the point were his bruised knuckles turned an off shade of white. It didn’t happen often but the idea of Patrick being one of the people Finley believed he’d have to physically fight was a thought that resided deep within his mind. He had no idea if he would ever act out on those thoughts or if he would just channel his anger somewhere else.
He turned his attention back to Libby then, listening to the way she tried to explain the situation to him and, had he still been that wide eyed naive fifteen year old, he’d have found it endearing and called her cute. Instead, he simply smirked. “Fuck yeah, I am.” he nodded. “And the minute I get the shit I’m owed, I’m getting the hell out of that house and far away from Patrick and his stupid need to be in control.” And control was the one thing that Finley craved. Everyone knew that. Her following words made him smirk ever wider. Of course she missed him. Leaning over to her, he snaked his free hand around her waist and kissed her. In a moment that was supposed to be intimate between two people who had been together for a few years, Finley found himself thinking back to the girl he’d just slept with, to the way she’d kissed him and how different it was from Libby’s kisses. It was different and Finley was trying to figure out which one he preferred. The other girl was new, something he’d never had before whereas Libby was something he was used to. Maybe he’d grown tired of her. Maybe he hadn’t. It was hard to make sense of it all and since it was easier to push those thoughts aside and focus on something else, that was what he did. “I could think of a few things we could do.” he muttered, lips still lingering close to hers. “We can save that for later, if you want.” As he lifted his hand to brush his fingers across her cheek softly. He could only imagine her shock at his words. Things usually played out differently. “We can do whatever you wanna do.”
If there was ever a time in his life that Finley didn’t feel wanted, it wasn’t right now. High school was hell at first, he was too scrawny, too awkward, still living in the shadow of an absent brother and horrible parents but the older he got, the more attention Finley got. It didn’t take long for him to go from a shy, almost timid, boy to the cocky asshole he was now. Girls and guys alike gave him attention, whether it was flirtatious or jealous attention, he got it all. He was attractive and Finley knew that. He wasn’t sure what landed him Libby, since he’d gotten her long before he shed the shell of a person he used to be, and technically, she was his first and only girlfriend. Finley didn’t really count flirting and texting other girls as cheating, not when they flocked to his side and craved the small moments of attention he would give them and who was he to deny some of the more attractive girls in school the one small thing they wanted so desperately? And maybe he should have known better. He couldn’t count of both hands how many times he had come home to find his father with a woman who certainly wasn’t his mother. He could, if he choose to, remember hearing his mother cry over it. That didn’t bother him, however. He held no sympathy for her or his father. From bearing witness to the dysfunction that was his parents relationship to seeing the way Patrick treated his girlfriend in the short span of time that they’d been here, Finley should have had a good example of how to treat Libby and how not to sleep around with other girls behind her back, especially when they were supposed to be her friends. Finley knew there was a right way to go about this but, as per usual, he choose to go about it his own way.
It was no lie that he’d noticed the pretty brunette - whose name he didn’t care to remember or even learn - giving him eyes. He’d seen her around at a few of their group hang outs and she’d even taken the liberty of texting him first. Just like Finley, she didn’t seem to care that he was with Libby and that’s how the two of them found themselves ditching the rest of their group, and stumbling upstairs to the nearest bedroom. No one in the group paid any mind to it and if they did, they were too drunk and high to care. He’d never slept with any other girl who wasn’t Libby up until this point and if there was any guilt to be felt or second thoughts to be had, they were chased away when he pulled the girl close and kissed her in the rough manner he was known for. Within ten minutes, they were done and Finley felt more relaxed and merely okay for the first time in a long time. Though that might have had a lot to do with the combination of weed and beer in his system as well as the sex. He wasn’t a very stable individual. This odd feeling was the very reason as to why he ended up deciding that his usual group of friends just weren’t worthy enough to be graced with his presence and since going home was never an option now - fuck Patrick and his incessant need to taint his house with his goodness - Finley knew that this was the perfect opportunity to visit his girl, who he had so casually neglected to invite out to hang out with him once again. He was sure she didn’t care, it wasn’t like she fit in with his friends anyway. The specifics of that, however, were too deep and he didn’t feel like mentally berating her for once. Maybe he’d even be able to get laid again tonight because of that, as some sick reward for actually being a decent human being for once. Patrick would be so proud.
The walk to Libby’s house almost felt surreal. The last time he’d actually walked over to hers had been a long time ago, when he was fifteen and hadn’t demanded that she drive him everywhere the moment she got a car. To him, it was a romantic gesture and he decided that she should have been grateful for it, when else would he do this for her? To his luck, her parents weren’t home once again. There wasn’t many things Finley wouldn’t do and fighting with her parents was definitely one. He knew they didn’t like him and he basically revelled in that. A lot of people didn’t like him but he wasn’t afraid to put them in their place if he had to. That was just how it worked with him. Without so much as knocking on the door, he entered her house, a half smirk on his face. He could still feel where the other girl had touched him, had kissed him, and it felt good to know that he’d done something Libby would never know about. He knew he was extremely lucky to have a girlfriend who was too dumb to notice these things. “Hey, baby?” he called out, not bothering to check exactly where she was while he gravitated towards the kitchen. “Come here and see me, I haven’t seen you in forever.” That, however, could have been fixed if he opted to choose to spend time with her instead of his friends for once. His priorities were certainly in the right place. He didn’t say anything then as he moved to the refrigerator and opened it, grimacing as he surveyed the choice of alcohol he had there. “Your dad buys all the shit beer.” he said, still loud enough for her to hear. “How the hell is this supposed to get me drunk? It’s basically fucking tap water.” He pulled out one of the bottles and looked it over. “Whatever, it’ll do for now. I’ll just steal money from Patrick and buy Corona or something better later on.” And then, with a roll of his eyes, he added. “God knows that dick has enough money. Fucking lawyer assholes give everything to him cause he’s the next of kin or whatever. That’s just stupid in my opinion.”
Finley’s words were crippling to Patrick. By this point he had come to expect nothing less from the younger Griffin, which was a shame, but each time he let something like that out of his mouth it still managed to somehow surprise Patrick. He swallowed minimally, hoping for it to go unnoticed because if Finley knew how badly his words hurt then he’d feel he’d gained some kind of ground and that was that last thing Patrick could let happen. There was no longer a question. Patrick was in charge. He was the one who had to sort out everything for the younger sibling now. If Patrick had just up and left after the funeral Finley would literally go homeless. The mortgage would just have stopped getting paid and eventually the bank would seize the house and Finley would literally end up on the streets. “No, I’m not your dad and your damn lucky because your dad did nothing to make sure you were safe and take care of you. I’m sorry that for once you have someone around who gives a shit about you, but I do have the authority. Legally, I do. Regardless of how old you are.” Patrick confessed. He was hoping he wouldn’t have to use that card as a threat, and there were some things in legal question considering Finley’s age, but at this point in time it was best that Finley think that he was actually his new legal guardian. He gritted his teeth as he watched his brother bark at his girlfriend, shoving her off violently. “Hey,” he snapped loudly, pointing a stern finger at Finley. “We don’t talk nor touch women like that.” He warned, taking a step forward. He had come to expect Finley’s aggression towards himself but to see him display the same behavior and tone with his own girlfriend, Patrick was honestly besides himself and maybe Finley was his family but that wouldn’t stop him from pinning him against a wall if he laid a hand on a girl improperly.
Libby had known it all too well. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place. She wanted to be on Finley’s side but she also didn’t want Patrick and Melanie to see her as some worthless person whom respected them just as little as Finley did. She was embarrassed - no, humiliated. Finley’s words hurt despite the fact that by now she ought to be numb to the effect, but that wasn’t the case. He shoved her off harshly, not just removing his arm but physically pushing her away and barking a curse towards her. She looked down as she grabbed her arm, too ashamed to look up and make any eye-contact with either of the adults in the room. She knew what they must have thought, that she was weak and dumb for just taking it. But there was so much more to Finley than this. Even if it wasn’t something he displayed often.. or ever really at all for a long time, she knew that the Finley that she stuck around for was somewhere in there. It was just a phase. Hearing Patrick speak up for her should have made her feel better but she just knew she’d be the one being yelled at for it later. “It’s okay.” She spoke up quickly, glancing up just momentarily to look at Patrick before looking down again. She was almost afraid to say anything else because Finley had already told her once to stop and she knew better than to make him repeat herself.
Patrick sighed heavily, glancing to Melanie as if almost asking for some sort of help because he was really getting close to losing it. His brother may be choosing to make stupid decisions but he wasn’t going to be allowed to just blast them in his face. He didn’t need to know just how high Finley was. But Melanie’s supportive nods and looks were just what he needed to help him keep his cool. He was surely going to have to plan one hell of a nice getaway to thank her for even sticking around here with him for more than just one day. She was an actual godsend. Clearing his throat and regaining hi authoritative position, Patrick looked towards Libby. “Libby I think you ought to go home,” he ‘suggested’. This too put Libby in that difficult position. She knew if she left because Patrick had suggested it that it would be just asking for it from Finley, but she also didn’t want to be an awful human and disrespect Patrick’s authority. Whether or not Finley liked it, Libby understood that Patrick had some say and that everything he was doing was because he had his younger brother’s best intentions in mind. Libby looked up and nodded lightly. “Yeah. Probably.” She said quietly before swallowing a little and turning towards Finley. “You can come over later if you need to get out,” she said quietly, this time talking just directly to her boyfriend in a softer tone so Patrick and Melanie didn’t hear as well. Libby knew all too well that Finley was likely pissed with her for listening to Patrick and leaving, and the fact that he was promised sex and now was having to deal with this instead when he could have stayed with his friends and continued to get high. “Hey, I love you, Finn,” she offered up, tilting her head to search for his eyes as she reached forward to grab his fingers. “Goodbye, Libby,” Patrick interjected as if to get her to leave faster. Libby glanced back towards the two adults and nodded, taking a step closer to the door. “Right. Yeah. See ya,” she offered softly as she ducked her head down as she quickly exited the door they’d just entered moments before. A part of her hoped that maybe FInley would chase after her, want to go with her or beg her to stay, apologize for shoving her. She knew that was all wishful thinking.
“Kind of reminds me of how dad used to talk to mom,” Patrick spoke up loudly, disappointed as he crossed his arms over his chest after the younger girl had left the house. “She didn’t deserve that.”
Finley looked at Patrick, setting his jaw firmly. He took his words as nothing but a challenge. And really, there wasn’t any difference from Patrick reprimanding him to another adult. Finley didn’t respond well to authority from anyone and hearing what Patrick was saying to him only made him much more angry than he’d been before - if that were even possible. Right now, the legal crap that Patrick was talking to him about made very little sense to Finley and there was a very high chance he wouldn’t bother to look into it. He didn’t care what the law said, as far as he was concerned, he was in charge of himself and he could look after himself. He didn’t need Patrick to be here for him. He was fine. “Oh yeah?” he asked. “What did you do for me? Besides fuck off at the first chance you got? Because I distinctively remember you walking out that door. Was that looking after me? Was that keeping me safe and taking care of me?” Finley ignored the usual shake his voice held then. He hated that the things he’d said then had dug in deep and unearthed things he’d long since buried. The pain of Patrick leaving was something he had tried to acknowledge once but had found it was easier to simply push it aside until it manifested into nothing but bitterness and anger. “You weren’t here for most of my life, so you can’t come in here and tell me whatever bullshit you have to say. I don’t care.”
Patrick’s response to what he’d said to Libby only made Finley frown. As far as he was concerned, Finley didn’t butt into Patrick’s relationship, so Patrick should have stayed out of his. “That’s typical of you,” Finley said, crossing his arms so he wouldn’t do anything drastic. “Telling me what I can and can’t do when it’s none of your fucking business.” Shaking his head, Finley glanced to Libby for a moment. He didn’t care for what she had to say right now, as long as she stayed by his side. That, however, didn’t seem to be happening and his look quickly turned into a glare. She knew better than to take someone else’s side, especially if that someone else was Patrick. Whatever. He’d deal with her later. “Don’t go.” he said to her, voice stern but soft. Maybe it was the first time he’d ever actually spoken to her that softly in a while. That, however, meant nothing because of the underlying threat of his words. He watched her, eyes filled with nothing but anger as she left his side. For a moment, he felt a weakness he had had back when he’d been a different person, but that was wiped away when he turned back to Patrick, listening to what he had to say before Finley scoffed, shaking his head.
“Fuck you.” he said. “Don’t you compare me to him. I’m nothing like him. She should have taken my side, not yours.” Taking a deep breath, he’d turned to digging his fingernails into the palm of his hand. For some reason, he really didn’t want to hit Patrick but his older brother was making it hard not to fall into his typical aggression. It almost made Finley angry at himself for not being able to defend himself from something like this. Normally, he’d have taken care of whoever had tried to talk to him like that but now, he was merely shaking with unexpressed rage. “You sure as hell think you know everything. What she didn’t deserve, how I’m exactly like dad. I don’t need to tell you how you were never here to know anything to make those judgements. So don’t come in here on your fucking high horse thinking you can make those assumptions because you can’t and you won’t. I’m fucking sick of you.” Despite his words and previous actions, Finley brushed past Patrick and made his way upstairs.
Libby had tried to enjoy kissing Finley for as long as possible but she didn’t get to for very long with the presence of Patrick and Melanie. It wasn’t often these days that she and Finley just spent time kissing. It either led to sex or didn’t really happen at all and although she would never tell him, Libby definitely missed the innocent days when Finley got nervous to even kiss her in the first place. She wasn’t sure how obvious it was to the older adults in the room that the pair of them were high, but it wasn’t the impression that she planned on making. Libby had only briefly met Patrick at the funeral before Finley had pulled her away because she didn’t ‘need’ to talk to him. She had yet to meet Melanie at all but she was sure she was making quite the lasting impression. Libby chose to swallow the fact that for the second time now Finn had pushed away her hand rather than holding it and fell slightly more into his side as his arm swung around, pulling her in almost possessively - but at least he was pulling her in. She shut her eyes, grimacing silently as she listened to her boyfriend snap at his elder brother; it was certainly not necessary but she knew well enough when it was her place to speak when regarding Finley. Utter shock shook Libby as she heard Finley confess to his brother what the couple was about to do, although she wasn’t sure why because it was exactly like Finn to tell everyone when he was about to get laid. “Finn,” she let out almost upset, turning her head to look at him with widened eyes. Neither of them needed to know what they had been planning to do. Nobody ever did but that was never the case, not anymore.
“Excuse me?” Patrick scoffed out with a slight laugh as if in disbelief while looking between his girlfriend and his younger brother. Patrick didn’t care if Finley was having sex; he more than assumed it was happening years ago just like it had when he was Finley’s age. What he cared about was still the issue of school and how he wasn’t going, but also how he felt so comfortable just saying he skipped as if he got to decide. The last thing Patrick had wanted was to come in here and become some sort of authority with Finley but he had no idea how bad things with him had really become. More than ever Finley needed a parent figure and some type of good influence because things were only going to get worse now that he was without parents. “You don’t get to decide when and when not to go to school. You have exams coming up and college application deadlines are closer than ever and you haven’t even started..” Patrick started, not really knowing where to begin so just picking a random point. If Libby and Melanie hadn’t been present his words may have gone in a different direction, maybe cornering him against a wall and letting him know who made the decisions around here now. The moral of it all was that he wanted Finley to do good with his life and not throw it away like their parents had. “Maybe Mom and Dad let you run this house but unlike them I’m going to give a damn about what you do and I’m not letting you throw your life away like this. If you act like a child I’ll treat you like one and you can just consider yourself grounded next time you skip.” He wasn’t sure where it all came out of but Patrick hardly had any control over the words spewing from his mouth. Finley just had to know he was saying this because he wanted the absolute best for him, because despite what Finley felt, Patrick loved him.
“We’re sorry,” Libby spoke up abruptly after sensing the explosion that would likely occur any moment now. She wanted to try to cut the tension and just get them out of there before shit hit the fan but she knew Finley and knew he didn’t walk away from confrontation like this. Patrick may have thought he was doing the right thing and being a good big brother but he clearly did not know this Finley. “For interrupting. And skipping school.” She knew that saying this would just put her in for a world of mental hurt later but she knew better than anyone that chances were, Patrick did not deserve the brunt of Finley’s fury. “Babe, let’s just go to my place,” she tried, turning towards Finley and trying to look into his eyes, touching the side of his face gently, trying to soothe whatever anger she knew was boiling within. “Come on,” she tried softly.
As soon as Patrick started talking, Finley was rolling his eyes, wishing that he hadn’t made the choice to come back here and deal with whatever crap his brother had to say to him now. It was the same old bullshit he’d heard from Patrick before and it was getting very old, very fast. It was the reason why Finley had opted to stay with Libby or one of his friend’s lately. His annoyance at being disrupted from his original plans was quick to morph into anger, mostly towards his brother. He’d ditched school to get a break from all of this; not to have someone nag at him for it. A sharp laugh left him when Patrick had the audacity to threaten to ground him. There was no humour behind it, just bitterness and anger Finley had never been given such discipline before until now. His parents hadn’t cared whether or not he went to school and they certainly didn’t care enough to give him into trouble when he did something wrong. That was the reason why he didn’t care about the consequences his actions had. “Ground me?” Finley asked, nodding. “Wow, you really think you can come in here and act like you have any control over me? Need I remind you how you lost that kind of authority over me the day you decided to leave? You’re an idiot if you think you can stand there and tell me what to do. Because, newsflash, you’re not my dad, you’re not in charge of me and I still hate you.”
The presence of Finley within the house changed the atmosphere drastically. Melanie had never directly met Finley in a situation like this and she found it nothing but appalling. It didn’t make matters any easier with the way he bluntly spoke about what he had been planning to do. Having never met Finley’s girlfriend before, Melanie knew that the girl must have been embarrassed by him. If Patrick had done something like that to her, Melanie would have been equally as horrified and anger at him. She offered Libby an apologetic smile, hoping it would give the girl some peace of mind but with the way Finley was going, it seemed like that was nearly impossible. Instead, Melanie glanced to Patrick and gently put a hand on his arm. The problems caused by the brother’s family didn’t stop at Finley and Melanie knew that Patrick could have just as easily ended up where Finley was. She, however, wouldn’t let him stoop that low. It would have been hard for him but fighting fire with fire never worked, not in these situations. “I think you should listen to your brother.” she said, voice soft but still stern before she glanced to Patrick and lowered her volume. “Don’t let him get to you.” she said, hoping to give him some sort of encouragement. “You’re doing the right thing here.”
To say that he got angrier when Libby spoke up would have been an understatement. He didn’t need her to speak up at times like these, he had expected her to keep her mouth shut and let him deal with it. Sometimes, it baffled him just how dumb she could be. “Libby, oh my god,” he groaned. “Would you shut the fuck up?” He removed his arm from around her and not so gently pushed her away from him. He felt suffocated by her presence right now and, iIf anything, he felt nothing but angry. His anger was directed at both his brother and his girlfriend but he would deal with the latter later, when he didn’t have someone else on his case. If Patrick had been one of his friends, or even just another person at his school, he would have known that Finley didn’t like to be confronted like this and when he was, it usually ended up in violence. In fact, the urge to physically lash out at someone was becoming more and more prominent to the point where he had to curl his hands into fists to somewhat contain the need to hurt someone. All signs pointed to his bottled up emotions, to the way he truly felt, but again, he opted to ignore this and instead blame everyone around him for the way he felt. “I’m not high enough for this.” he muttered to himself, shaking his head.
Things hadn’t been getting as better as Libby had hoped since the funeral. IT had only been a few days but it didn’t seem as if Finley were beginning to cope well at all. Of course if Libby had tried to mention anything to him he’d just snap back in her face, probably tell her that he had nothing to cope for and then call her stupid. That was the usual routine. But regardless of whether or not her boyfriend would admit to being upset or in the process of mourning or anything in between, Libby continued to be whatever it was that Finley needed. She understood it wasn’t easy for him to admit that the death of his parents hurt him, so she got that he had to treat her this way. She was just waiting for it to pass because truthfully it really sucked. That afternoon Finn and a few friends had decided they were going to skip last period and go get high. Usually Libby didn’t like to skip class because she had her mind set on maintaining her GPA for colleges, but it was also a rarity that Finley actually invite her along. But because this time for whatever reason he did (he must’ve been in an okay mood), Libby felt she couldn’t pass up the offer.
The crowd of seniors snuck off of the school’s campus just before the bell before their last class and Libby drove Finn and a few of his friends over to the house where the group usually dabbled in their drugs and things. They sat around in a circle and passed around a large bong. Normally Libby chose not to partake in drug use but weed was different. Weed calmed her and usually she needed something to take the edge off when around these people who usually just tormented her for being so prudent in behavior. It was weird with Finley. Sometimes she couldn’t tell if he wanted her around at all and other times it seemed he wanted the entire world to know that she belonged to him. Because of that Libby seemed cautious as she placed her hand on Finn’s thigh, giving it a small squeeze as she leaned in and rested her head on his shoulder. After two hits Libby was already feeling the soothing effects of the marijuana and it just made her want to be affectionate towards him. “Do you wanna go back to your place?” She suggested boldly, biting down on her lip as she looked up at him suggestively. The weed also acted as an aphrodisiac for her. If he didn’t want to then she’d probably get scolded in front of everyone else, but if he did then he’d probably make it known to everyone there that he was about to get laid.
The couple ended up leaving the group of rebels and heading back to Libby’s car. Libby knew better than to drive while stoned but she knew that if she said anything she’d probably just get tormented for being lame or something of the sort. She drove the pair back to his house where she hadn’t actually been since the reception the day of the funeral. A few of the nights since then Finn had been at her place because she knew of the trouble between him and his brother, and then the other nights she had no idea where he was and just hoped it was at a friend’s and not somewhere he shouldn’t be. As she stepped out of the car she nearly lost her footing, causing the blonde to giggle as she pushed her door shut and followed Finley up to the door. Before he could open it Libby pressed her hands lightly to his chest and leaned in, kissing him softly at first before deepening the kiss a little. She was most definitely high. “I can’t wait to make you feel so good,” she whispered as she gave him another kiss as he opened the door. When the door finally opened Libby giggled as she stumbled through the doorway, reaching her hand out for Finley’s even though there was no guarantee he’d take it and in most cases he didn’t. The second the front door closed behind them Libby looked up and noticed two pairs of eyes staring up at them and Libby swallowed as her mind registered Finley’s brother and girlfriend. Libby straightened up her posture as she quickly tried to smooth out her shirt as if she’d just been caught mid-hook up. She’d forgotten in her intoxicated state that he was still around. “Doesn’t school not get out for another hour?” Her ears perked up as the sound of Finley’s brother’s voice ran through the air. Libby looked nervously to between the brothers as she reached for her boyfriend’s hand and grabbed it anyway, this time needing it for a sense of security. “Um. Yes. Yes. We should probably.. go back.” She tried nervously. She wasn’t good at getting caught doing the wrong thing.
Ditching school was like second nature to Finley. He’d spent more time outside of school than actually in any classes lately. It had nothing to do with his grief - which he claimed was non-existent - and more to do with the fact that he really just didn’t see the point in going any more. No body cared whether he attended or not, so when his friends asked if he wanted to ditch with them, he didn’t have to think about his answer. Given the circumstances and the odd feeling he’d woken up with, Finley took the liberty to ask Libby to come. He knew, without a doubt, that she would agree to it. He never invited her when he did things like this, mostly because she always found some way to nag at him and the reason he ditched was to get away from the things that annoyed them, not let them follow him. He paid no heed to her as he and his friends left campus, telling tall tales of the girls they’d hooked up with recently. Finley risked a glance over his shoulder, to the dark haired girl just in front of Libby. He smirked at her, the offer she’d given him a few nights ago still fresh in his mind. He hadn’t taken it yet but he definitely wasn’t going to pass up on the opportunity later on. Libby wouldn’t know it’d be happening and that was the way Finley liked to keep things.
Once they got to their usual hang out, Finley was more than eager to allow the drugs to take his mind off of the dark cloud that seemed to be looming over him for the entire day. It’d only take a few hits for him to get to a state were he wasn’t completely annoyed by the way Libby seemed to hang off of him when she came to places like this with him. When that moment came and he felt her hand on his thigh - the latter doing more for him emotionally than the weed did but Finley didn’t know the difference at this point - he looked at her, her words and the way she looked at him setting into motion the sudden need to be in control once more. There was no getting around it once she put him in that mood. Either they had sex or he had to find some other way to deal with it - usually fighting with someone or another girl. “Hell yeah.” he muttered to her and proceeded to wink at one of his friends. They knew what that meant a murmur passed around the small group of seniors. In a way, he was their leader; whatever he did was either copied or talked about. Everyone here knew that he and Libby were leaving to have sex and he’d share the details with his male friends later on. That’s just how things worked with him.
Finley lead her out of the house and to her car, the small good part of him reminding him that driving under any kind of influence was the reason why he’d lost his parents but just like everything else, he pushed it away and buried it under layers of anger and lust. He kept his hand on her thigh as they drove, daring to push it further and further up her leg but never exactly getting to the thing he wanted most. When they did finally get to his place, he got out of the car faster than usual, his jeans becoming more and more uncomfortable the more his boner formed. He didn’t find it necessary to swear at her for taking so long to get to him and he merely smirked at her as she reached him. Kissing her back, he moved one hand to her hair, and used his free hand to pull open the door. With the way they were moving, Finley knew he’d end up taking her in the living room; he was too eager and she was all too willing. It was the perfect match really. Finley ignored the way she reached for his hand and instead moved his hands to her waist while kicking the door shut. He was seconds away from kissing her - and probably a little more than that - when he heard Patrick’s voice. The anger almost get rid of any lust he felt and he swore through gritted teeth. He knew there was a reason he didn’t want to come back home. He grimaced when Libby tried to save them but merely slung an arm heavily around her shoulders and eyed Patrick and Melanie like an angry animal; ready to fight if he had to. “Yes, genius, we are supposed to be at school but Lib and I decided to ditch because we can do what we want.” he said, not bothering to hide the anger in his tone. “We were actually just about to fuck but you killed my boner. So thanks for that.”
As she neared the end of her orgasm she felt Finley’s hips suddenly thrusting harder into her, the sense of over stimulation causing her to cry out as her fingers gripped the mattress beneath her as his hands pulled tighter on her blonde hair. It grew almost to the point where there was so much stimulation and pleasure that it neared painful, but before that point Libby heard the familiar quiet grunts escape Finley’s lips as she felt him release inside of her. She bit down on her lower lip as his nails pressed into her skin, keeping her hips as still as possible so he could come. She knew it wasn’t the smartest thing for either of them to have him come inside of her, but she knew it was the best feeling for the both of them. Also it was what Finley wanted and there was no reasoning with him when it came to sex, condoms, and what felt the best for him. Finley wasted no time pulling out and rolling over besides her while Libby hesitated to regain her composure after he nearly tore her apart. In a matter of minutes she would go to the bathroom and clean herself up, deal with the mess of having him come inside but for now Libby slowly pushed herself off of her hands and laid back down on the bed besides Finley, watching as he inhaled his cigarette so easily. She’d never understood the appeal and wished he’d never gotten in the habit but it wasn’t her place to try and tell him to stop. She’d been down that road before and it always led to her feeling guilty and hating herself for ever even thinking against him. Her parents would have died if they knew she let him smoke inside the house, so later she’d discreetly crack the window to try to air out the room as fast as possible, but there was no telling him no even if she despised the fragrance. Turning on her side so she was pressed against his one arm, Libby gently wrapped her arms around his as she pulled her body into his, resting her head on his shoulder. “That was amazing, babe,” she told him sincerely as she pressed a kiss to his shoulder. All she wanted to do was be close to him, for him to let her in and show her that he still loved her. After everything she’d done for him, in that night alone, the least he could do was hold her.
The sex took it out of him. That and the events of the previous day had left Finley exhausted. All he wanted to do now was to finish his cigarette, roll over onto his side and sleep for the next few hours. He had no idea what would happen when he got up - he didn’t think that far ahead - and he had no idea if Libby would still be there. Chances were, she would go to school while he missed yet another day. He almost laughed aloud at that. How could he be smarter than her if he barely went to school? It was funny. Seeing her shift, Finley watched her move closer to him, licking his lips as he did. Seeing her post orgasm was always a nice sight, it was the one last thing he needed her to do for him. He lay there in silence, alone with his thoughts while he waited for her to make whatever move she was planning on. He knew for a fact that as soon as she touched him in a less than sexual manner, he’d refuse her advances. He didn’t do cuddling or whatever bullshit she obviously wanted. That wasn’t him. As he began to flick of the remnants of his cigarette, he couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of relief over the fact that she let him smoke in her room. He knew for a fact her parents would hat the place smelling of smoke and so did Libby but she still let him do it. It was obvious she would do something to clear up the smell after he’d left because it didn’t smell nearly as bad as his own room did but he didn’t care about the times he left, all that mattered was what she did when he was around and it was a good thing she let him do it. As soon as her arms draped around him, his entire body went tense. His breath hitched slightly as she spoke to him and he really didn’t want to yell at her right now but it seemed like she was doing everything he didn’t want her to do. Squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, he involuntarily leaned into her embrace before realising what he’d done. He stubbed out the cigarette quickly before pushing her arms off of him. As soon as he was free from her suffocating grasp, he flipped over onto his side, his back to her. “I’m tired.” he said, his voice low. The words probably held a deeper meaning than he intended. “I’m not doing that. Go to sleep.”
Still feeling the pads of his fingers push into her sides caused the blonde to continue moaning as she drew her lower lip into her bite, eyes shut as her body shook from being on her hands for so long. She nodded her head lazily knowing his question was rhetorical but feeling the need to answer anyway, her breath hitching in her throat as his thrusts began to suddenly increase in force as pushed into her. The sudden feeling of his fingers intertwining themselves in her long blonde tangles caused the girl to cry out quietly, wincing in both pleasure and slight pain as her eyes widened momentarily. She could practically hear the smirk on his face, just being able to sense how powerful he felt through the grip of his fingers on her locks. Libby licked her lips nervously as she tried to nod slightly, more so to confirm that she’d do it for herself than for him, but it kind of came naturally. She was used to this by this point, and she liked being dominated. Letting out a loud moan, Libby let her eyes fall shut again as she lifted her hips some more to give him better access and to feel him deeper. “Fuck, Finn, you fuck me so good, baby,” she cried out, louder than before but still quieter than a scream. In the dead silence of the night anything that much louder would have gone noticed by someone. “Oh,” she cried out as her wrists began to shake against the mattress, “fuck, you’re gonna make me cum so hard,” she cried out with a small pause, “daddy.” She concluded with the word that she knew would push him over the edge. Libby would be lying if she said she wasn’t into the whole ‘daddy kink’ thing, but the way it got her boyfriend worked up made her feel like it was almost some sort of cheat to always help him get there. “Here it comes, daddy,” she whined as she grew closer until the point that her body just shook as she stopped rocking her hips back into him and her walls tightened around him as her breath hitched in her throat. “Oh my god,” she let out quietly as she rode out her orgasm on his length. “Thank you for fucking me,” she thanked Finley knowing something like that would also likely be a turn on. Not just to beg for his cock, but to thank him for it.
His thrusts came out sharp and fast, as he got closer. Hearing and feeling her submit to him always worked Finley up quickly, he needed the control and to have someone like her who was ready and willing to give him that was more than he could have asked for. Hearing her utter the word daddy made him stall slightly but he was quick to return to his fast pace. He pulled on her hair tighter, his smirk growing bigger. The daddy kink was another thing he lived for, almost as if the person he was when he fucked her was different from the person he was when he wasn’t and that was one of the defining factors in it. Maybe it was true, but the way Finley saw it, he was using the anger he could have insulted her with to fuck her. It always felt good, for both of them, so there was no point in changing that. He was a little peeved she wasn’t louder, he wanted everyone to know who she belonged to but feeling her orgasm around him was enough to push that annoyance to the side for now. He always liked watching her orgasm, watching the way her hips bucked and the sounds she made and it was a selfish thing. He didn’t like seeing her orgasm because he liked seeing his girlfriend feel good; No, he liked seeing her orgasm because he liked seeing what he could do to her, he liked seeing the way he could make her succumb to pleasure and it made him feel better about himself, her feeling good was just a bonus. Though, that was probably the only positive thing he could do to her; the rest was too negative to think about and he’d never admit it, but the things he thought about doing to her scared him. Hearing her thank him snapped him back into reality and he sped his hips up one final time, driving her into an over sensitive area while he finally came. Releasing inside of her never bothered him, he didn’t care about the consequnces that could come from it and with the hand still on her hip, he dug his fingernails into her soft skin. He was never loud when he orgasmed, only letting out a moan followed by a few grunts before he carelessly let go of her hair and pulled out of her. The part after this never concerned him. He wouldn’t bother cleaning himself up as he flopped back over onto the side of the bed he’d originally been in. Back during their first few times having sex, he’d always ask her if she was okay afterwards but now, he didn’t simply because he didn’t care. Wordlessly, he reached down to grab his jacket and pulled out his cigarette packet, lighting one up in one swift, overly rehearsed movement. She could say what she wanted about him smoking in her room - but part of him knew she wouldn’t dare upset him again - but he wouldn’t listen. He’d never listen to her.
Even though Finley had growled out how good she felt, he decided to change things up eventually anyway as Libby found herself suddenly face down in the pillow for a second before he pulled her up by the hips and she sat up on her hands and knees, on all fours, angling her hips upwards as he thrusted roughly into her. She liked this position - no, she loved it. It might not have been the classiest way to be intimate, and it was by far nowhere near what she would call ‘love making’, but damn did it feel good. Her moans threatened to grow faster, and more whiney as she felt him hitting harder with each thrust. She whined out the moans in pleasure as she tried biting her lip to keep her from screaming from pleasure at the pressure on her hips from his long fingers pressing roughly into her. There was nobody home, but she still felt a little weird about it. Like the neighbors would hear in the dead silence of the night. But had he asked her to she would have. When Finley liked to get rough like this she often left somewhat marked up and bruised. She knew Finley liked to mark his territory, and she didn’t like to be considered someone else’s but at their school it was almost as if being his was some highly esteemed honor, despite the fact that she and him had been each other’s since before either of their popularity really blossomed. Feeling him press himself against her, Libby nodded her head as he continued to fuck her, now starting the dirty talk that she knew he lived for. Libby was generally a sweet girl, but even she was guilty of loving being talked dirty too - called a slut and other things of the sort. Maybe if it wasn’t every single time they had sex it’d be nice, but there weren’t many times when he used other words like ‘I love you’ and ‘you’re so beautiful’. Again, rough fucking was their thing. That was usually it. “I’m such a slut for you baby,” she whined out as he continued to pound into her. “I love your cock so much,” she cried out in pleasure, her fingers grabbing at the sheets beneath her, needing something to grasp at the roughness he was displaying. “Oh, baby, you’re gonna make cum for you,” she pleaded as her head dropped down. “Please let me cum for you, Finn,” she begged his permission, voice hitching from the feeling. She’d figured he liked that - having the power, her begging his permission. “Let me be your little slut.” Truth of the matter was, most times Finley did make her cum. She knew a lot of people who usually just faked it, but Finley was genuinely a really, really good fuck. But really what was important at the end of the day was that she got him to cum, and she’d let him do it however he wanted. Inside her, on her back or stomach or wherever, even in her mouth. Her goal was to please him and keep him happy. It was always much worse when he wasn’t happy.
Tightening his grip on her hips, Finley thrust into her harder. His moans fell from his mouth in between his short gasps and grunts. She always felt so good and at times like these, when she’d made him especially angry, this was the only way she could make it up to him and she was doing just that. Hearing her talk to him, hearing her beg always put him in some kind of power trip. He craved being in control, he needed to have power over something and when she said and did things like this, she was giving him the power he so desperately needed. He’d felt out of control for a large portion of his life and having something like this restore that balance was good for him. Never did it occur to him that she would want something slower. He didn’t want something slower therefore there was no way she could have wanted it. Fast and rough worked for them, it got them both off and there was no need to fix something that wasn’t broken. Finley would sneer whenever someone brought up making love. It was stupid. Dirty talk was like a second language to him. He wasn’t sure where it’d come from and, sometimes, it was easier to talk like this than it was to talk normally. It was just a bonus that Libby liked it just as much as he did. “Dirty little slut.” he muttered, fingertips digging into her hips. “You wanna cum, huh?” He smirked, thrusting into her as hard as he could now. It was a lazy attempt at teasing, he hadn’t given her permission yet, and normally he’d drag it on, drive her crazy with the need to cum but he too could feel a similar need within himself. He liked being able to cum inside of her when she was sensitive and what he wanted, he got. Letting go of her hip, he grabbed her hair, pulling her head back slightly. “You can cum,” he said, the smirk still on his lips. “But I want you to scream. Let the neighbours know that I’m the one who gets to fuck you, let them know how good I fuck you.”
