#age-gap

[menolderthan29]

Link to current Jack & Robby's Argument

[probablydoingyourmom1]

Emily Prentiss x Reader

fluff

angst/hurt, (with and without comfort)

age-gap, slow burn

momily

smut

headcannons

series

[thewritersaddictions]

The Pitt: Hucklerobby - Keyboard Killer

Pairing: Dr. Micheal "Robby" Robinavitch x Dr. Dennis "Huckleberry" Whitaker

Warnings: Fluff, age-gap, boss/employee relationship, workplace romance, Being taught properly, charting kills, First kiss, going back to his place

Summary: Dr. Robby has seen his share of many kinds of residents comes through the doors of the PTMC, but something about the new R2 Dr. Whitaker makes the chief attending linger. With Dr. Whitaker charts falling behind Dr. Robby tells himself that it's his job to step in, and it's his job to teach. So he teaches Dr. Whitaker.

A/n- @ Firefly-graphics for the dividers. Thought this might be a little fun to write, maybe Whitaker doesn't know the ins and outs

WC- 4267

The Pitt Master List

It’s Dennis’s fingers that first catches Robby’s eye. Just two of them. Both his pointer fingers slowly typing each letter of each word out, and it’s always those two fingers. 

There is Dennis sitting hunching over a monitor at the nurses station. His shoulders are tight and up near his ears. His scrubs are also tight over his shoulders, and with that his lips are pressed into an almost nonexistence line of full on concentration. 

The glow from the monitor reflects onto his face, and eyes making his look even more like a sad tired puppy. Dennis continues to painstakingly press each key with a certain type of care that Whitaker seems to carry to each patient that he takes care of. 

Or it might just be because the young R2 is afraid that the keyboard might bite and take all of his fingers if he dares to press more than one key. It’s a rhyme for Whitaker: a tap, and then an audible pause, another tap paired with a pause. Robby lingers even though he knows he probably shouldn't, but he never can seem to stay on the straight and narrow when it comes to Dennis Whitaker. 

Dennis doesn’t notice Robby lingering by the nurses station, by Dana. As he pretends to listen to what she’s saying. Instead Robby is watching Dennis. How he looks far too focused, as if the boy is reading the same paragraph in a book and retaining none of the information. His brows pinched together like he’s willing himself to continue, and just the tip of his tongue darting out to wet his lips before he goes for another try. 

Another tap, with a clear sound of the backspace right after. The quiet sound of a disgruntled and frustrated sigh leaves Dennis’s mouth. Robby isn’t surprised by any means, he seems hundreds if not thousands of residents come through the ED, some are brilliant, some are carless, some are burnt out before they even make it through their residency program.

Dennis Whitaker, the R2 isn’t any of these things. Instead he tries, and he tries so hard that it makes Dennis dangerous in the sense that he’ll stay late in ED to make sure the chart is perfect. Trying means that no matter how small the mistake is Dennis will end up taking it personally. Trying also means that Robby can’t help but watch him even though he knows that he shouldn’t be. That he can’t be watching him. 

Robby doesn’t know when he finds himself walking over to where Dennis is sitting, or when he’s let his inner thoughts become outer thoughts. “Whitaker, you’ll be here all night long at this pace.” Robby says looking down at the two fingers on the keyboard. At the sound of his name, Dennis jumps so hard that his knee hits underneath the nurses station. “Jesus fuc… Dr. Robby, I wasn’t…I mean.” Dennis' words just mumble together. 

As always Robby can’t help but reach out, his hand landing steadily on Dennis' shoulder. “You’re fine, just relax Whitaker.” Robby can’t tell if the reason Dennis ears and cheeks are flushed pink is because he scared the poor R2 or because of his hand pressing down on Dennis shoulder. “I promise, Dr. Robby, I’m almost done.” Dennis mutters quickly. Already trying to force his body back to face the screen.

Dennis says it like he’s got to prove himself to Robby, except the boy did that nearly 10 months ago when he walked in on him having a mental breakdown in the middle of the pedes makeshift morgue. Except when Robby takes a clear look down at Dennis' screen he can see that he’s not ‘almost done’ at all, he’s not even halfway through the chart being complete. 

Robby is dropping down to one of his knees. Half kneeling besides the younger man, watching as Dennis fiddles with his hands just barely under the desk. “Dennis.” Robby barely whispers the man's name, it causes Dennis to gasp softly, and freeze quickly. Robby points at the keyboard, “Can you show me what you’re doing.” It’s not really a question, but Robby can’t seem to phrase things harshly when he’s talking to Dennis. 

Robby can see the hesitation in Dennis movements, the slow way he brings his hands up from his lap and sets from on the edge of the keyboard. This part is easy, and slow then he rests just two fingers on a random set of keys. Finishing out the previous sentence that he can stop halfway through. 

Tap. 

Stop.

Tap. 

The sigh that Robby lets out must fan over Dennis' arm because he can see the faint way that goosebumps spread all over his arms. Dennis shivers ever so slightly, “Oh.” Is all the older man says but it’s not unkind it just a realization of what he’s gotten himself into and what Dennis is working with. 

Dennis goes stiff as a board next to Robby, unable to look at Robby. “I know Dr. Robby.” He mutters under his breath just loud enough that the two of them can hear, “I’m really slow.” Dennis adds looking down at his fingers. Robby shakes his head, “Kid, that’s not the problem at all.” Dennis is quick to look at his mentor. 

Hope is what Robby would say was behind his eyes. 

Maybe it’s the hope that does something to Robby, maybe it’s the dark circles that bring out the ocean blue iris of Dennis's eyes. That has Robby reaching forward without a singular thought. “Can I?” He asks in a low whisper. All the R2 does is give a slow nod. 

Without any further waiting, Robby’s hands are gently closing around Dennis' wrist. The younger man is so warm, warmer than Robby thought he was going to be. Dennis lets out a little gasp at the difference in their temperature. “I know, kid. I’m always this cold.” Dennis exhales slowly, and doesn’t pull away from Robby’s touch. “That’s okay, Dr. Robby.” (God how can a moment in the middle of their ED feel so intimate and raw) 

Robby is then guiding Dennis' hands over back up towards the keyboard. “You… hold tension here.” He whispers into Dennis' ear. Brushing his thumbs over Dennis slender wrists. “Also here.” Dennis nods, and focuses on the screen. Years as a doctor, as him noticing the slight shift in Dennis' pulse. 

“Did you ever take a computer class while in school?” Robby isn’t sure why he asks, maybe it's a scramble to gather more information about Dennis, maybe it’s Santos' comment earlier in the day. ‘He’s weirder than you’d think.’.  “No, sir. I grew up in a farm country. I did take shop though if that counts for something.” Dennis mumbles. Robby just nods. 

“Then I'll tell you this. You won’t get far typing with only two fingers.” Robby says, but it’s not condescending, just a teaching moment. “Best to get comfortable typing with all your fingers.” Robby spreads Dennis fingers across the keyboard with ease. Dennis lets Robby lead him, just like he lets him drag all over the ED by his shoulders. 

There is a certain look in Dennis' eyes, the same one that he has when he’s learning something new in the middle of a trauma. As if he’s trying to memorize every single thing that is happening around him all at once. Except nobody is shouting out numbers, or asking questions that might save the patient. “Home row, then.” Robby says, looking back down at the keyboard. “Your fingers will always rest here.” 

He can feel Dennis nod gently next to him, and Robby knows that he should let the kids hands go. Take his much older, weaker hands off the man, but there he can’t. Instead he adjusts the younger man's fingers, the movement is mindless, and needless. Dennis' breathing shifts, and goes almost completely shallow. A short breath in and another one out. As if the boy is trying very hard to focus. 

“All good now.” Robby mutters. Dennis looks over at him, and Robby can feel the heat creeping up on the back of his neck. Right there Robby realized how close they had managed to get, and decided that he simply can’t sit here any longer so he let go of the younger man's hands. 

Dennis doesn’t move his hands from where Robby had rested them on the home row. “Now try,” Robby says without looking at Dennis. At first, the movement was awkward, a little slow, but much faster than previous. Something blooms in Robby's chest, possibly pride. “Better?” He asks the R2. A smile tugs slightly at Dennis' lips; regardless of how small it is, it awakens Robby in a way he wasn’t prepared for. 

From that point forward Robby starts to notice everything about his R2. The list seems to grow out of control, and before it Robby is noticing the way that Dennis is leaning closer to Robby's side when he’s explaining something, anything. Regardless of where they’re standing in the ED, Dennis almost always manages to be by his side or staring at him with his puppy dog eyes. Or how Dennis shoulder seems to brush his own and lingers there for just a second longer than would ever be professional. Or how every time he looks over at Dennis, the younger man seems to be waiting for that approval that Robby only manages to give freely to him. 

It starts to become a problem when Robby starts to find every single excuse the man can think up to touch the younger man, or touch him. “The structure of your notes here needs some work, kid.” He says to Dennis that he’s passing by the nurses station and catches him sitting at the monitor. “Drop all these filler words, your charting will be far more efficient without them, trust me.” Robby will say with his hand on Dennis' shoulder, giving a squeeze when he watches the kid start to backspace and delete some of the odd filler words.

 “You’re missing something there, Whitaker.” And every time he says something he stands close behind Dennis. Each time his large hands finds the younger man's wrist guiding it back to the right place over the keyboard. And every time Dennis goes completely still under his cold hands. The thing is neither one of the men will acknowledge what is happening between the both of them, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist. 

Growing

Festering 

And becoming far more dangerous than either could have realized.

It’s three weeks later when Dennis is still behind but not badly as he was before just enough that it’s putting a drain on Robby himself when Gloria comes down on his ass about how she’s getting annoyed by the insurance companies. Robby catches Dennis one night after shift, as the younger man sits and types away. “Whitkaker, you’re improving.” Robby says, the small huff of a laugh that Dennis lets out makes Robby want to hear more. 

“You’re being far more generous than you need to be.” Dennis' words make the older man hesitate because the man is about to say something stupid, something that he should say at all. Something that Dana would most definitely yell at him for even suggesting to a resident. “Then I could help you.” 

Dennis just blinks at Robby, confusion written all over the boy's tired face. “Dr. Robby, you already do help me,” Dennis says as if the fact isn’t something the both of them understand. “No. I mean… I just mean I could help you more properly.” (God, he’s really fucking this up, isn’t he. Phrasing all wrong.) Robby says he feels Dennis' eyes bore into his own, watching him carefully.

“At my house,” Robby whispers, clarifying. The silence that seems to fall over them is deafening, especially as he watches Dennis swallow his throat, moving up and then down. (Yeah, this definitely isn’t a good idea.) “Oh.” Is all that Dennis manages. The regret that fills Robby’s chest is immediate, blooming a way that makes Robby want to run away from this conversation and forget it ever happened. 

He pushes through the uncomfortable feeling, and lands on something else to clarify himself. “It would just be easier, kid.” He says far too quickly that there’s no way it doesn’t sound like a cover up, “Less interruptions, you know.” Robby says gesturing to the ED around them, the loud noises, the sound of sneakers squeaking across the tile floors. It takes Dennis a minute to come up with an answer but when he does Robby isn’t sure what he’s gotten himself into. “Okay, that sounds good.” Dennis says softly a small smile on his lips before he’s looking back at the screen once more.

Dr. Robby 

Sending you the link to my address. 

Dennis 

Thank u, I might be a little lt, the bus can take a while.

Dr. Robby 

Don’t worry, I’ll be here. 

It’s a few weeks later when Dennis finds himself standing outside a large brownstone. He stands there taking it in. The red brick stands against the green tree perfectly, large windows that overlook the road, and there is a soft glow that is coming from inside behind the drawn curtains. 

Overall it’s beautiful and it has the younger man standing there for a full minute thinking about the small apartment that he shares with Santos before he’s able to gather up the courage to knock on the front door. It feels like Dr. Robby, it feels like stability, feels intentional. 

Dennis knocks on the door using the ornate and decorative doorknocker on the front of the door. Dennis isn’t prepared for how quickly the front door opens, or how Robby seems so different now. Instead of the scrubs that he’s used to seeing the older man in, he’s wearing a set of slacks and a sweater. The sleeves of the sweater are bunched up around his elbows showing off his arms and allowing Dennis a second to catch yet another glimpse at his tattoos on his arms. 

The feeling of Dr. Robby out of scrubs and in normal clothes does something to the younger man's chest. Like he’s seeing a part of Dr. Robby that the man doesn’t let anyone else see. Well anyone else except for Dr. Abbot, and Dana. Regardless it feels special to Dennis, like finding your christmas presents before they’ve been wrapped up for the holidays. 

“Hello, Dr. Robby.” Dennis manages to squeak out. A smile faintly tugs at Dr. Robby's lips before he’s moving out of the way of the entrance and towards the side to allow the room to move. “Please, come in.” Robby says gesturing to the rest of his brownstone. It’s even more like Dr. Robby on the inside that it was on the outside. 

Yet again Denis feels overly special, getting a glimpse of the ER chief. The brownstone smells faintly of burnt coffee, and old books. It reminds Dennis for a singular moment of back home, the old wood smell that seeps into everything. Books are all over the place, lining the walls, a stack of papers and journals on the desk that sits in the center of two large windows. 

It’s a little messy, but not like someone who doesn’t pick up after themselves. Instead it’s a reminder that it’s well lived in, grounded. With that thought it suddenly reminds Dennis of just how younger he really is in comparison to the other man standing beside him. “Would you like water, or coffee?” Robby asks, pulling Dennis from his far away thoughts. 

“The water is fine, thank you.” Dennis mutters out as he watches the older man walk towards the kitchen, for the few minutes that Dr. Robby is gone, Dennis hopes that Santos won’t pry too much about why he had left. A few moments later Dr. Robby returns with a glass of water in his hand “Come on, sit.” Robby says with his other hand resting on Dennis shoulder and moving him towards the desk. 

They move together, almost in perfect sync with each other. Always a guiding hand on Dennis' shoulder. Something about the touch from the older doctor has Dennis straightening his spine and standing a bit taller. Yearning to be perfect at everything that Dr. Robby says he needs to be. “Whitaker, it’s okay you’re allowed to relax.” Dr. Robby murmurs. 

Dennis can hear the passing of cars outside the brownstone, the gurgling of the coffee machine and the ticking of Dr. Robby's wrist watch. It’s so easy for Dr. Robby to say that Dennis should relax, but that’s because he doesn’t have his mentor's hands on his shoulder, practically dog walking him towards his desk. 

Dennis listens regardless because he’s good at listening to Dr. Robby. Just because the setting is different doesn't mean anything else is different. Dennis lets out a slow and calculated breath, trying to find his balance again. “Good, now we can start with your posture.” Robby says as if they haven’t left the hospital and definitely aren’t standing alone in his home. 

Dr. Robby slides his fingers down the sides of Dennis arms. The feeling of his cold hands against Dennis' arm sends goosebumps and shivers across his entire body. His breath catches in the back of his throat. Neither dare to comment, instead Dr. Robby is guiding Dennis' hands towards the keyboard once again. “Remember home row.” Dr. Robby reminds Dennis softly. 

Dennis just nods, and breaths in the closeness of the older man. Dr. Robby starts to adjust Dennis pinky, moves next to his ring finger, then moves toward his index finger. The movement is calm and calculated but the touch still lingers and feels more deliberate with every finger Dr. Robby adjusts. “I can hear you overthinking, Whitaker.” Dr. Robby murmurs, “I just don't know how not to overthink.” Dr. Robby lets out a quiet laugh that rumbles between the two of them. 

Dr. Robby let his hands hover over the younger man's own, “Whitaker, you are allowed to learn this is a safe space. I promise.” Dr. Robby partially whispers the last part. Dennis turns and looks over his shoulder just ever so slightly. They’re closer than they’ve ever been. Dennis can feel Dr. Robby's breath fan over his shoulders. Dennis can see the faint lines around his eyes, the crows feet that somehow brighten up his brown iris. The overall softness that seems to be seeping from the man. 

Maybe it’s due to the setting. Inside Dr. Robby house. A safe space for the older man, a place where nobody is shouting his name across the ED. A place where he isn’t in charge of everything and everything, or maybe it’s due to their closeness, the way they seem to be glued to each other's side. 

A moment of silence passes over them, before Dennis breaks it. “Why are you helping me?” Dennis asks, unable to stop the words from forming and coming out, he’s curious because what’s so different about him in comparison to any other resident currently working at the PTMC ER. The question sits in the air heavy, and Dr. Robby doesn't answer straight away, instead his Dr. Robby starts to gently caress Dennis' wrist. 

Without looking back up at the younger doctor. Dr. Robby finally answers. “Because you care so deeply.’ Dennis feels his chest go tight and his heart beat faster against his ribs. ‘And because you didn’t have anyone to teach you.” Dennis lets out a deep sigh, one that has his breath shaking and going wobbly. He also doesn't realize until the words have been put out there just how much he had needed to hear that. 

From anyone would have been nice, but to hear it from Dr. Robby it’s even better then nice it’s wonderful. 

Dr. Robby is still holding onto Dennis hand, he hasn’t let go. Possibly grounding himself or the both of them. “Give it a try, Whitaker.” Dennis shivers as Robby whispers gently into his ear. He wants to catalog the whisper away in his mind forever, wants to feel the way his breath fans over his ear again.

 Instead Dennis gives it another go, without the chattering of nurses, the beeping of the monitor in the patient room, the ringing of the red phone going off, or the sound of someone calling his name every five seconds. It goes smoother, feels more natural in a way that doesn't have his wrist aching from typing with all of his fingers. 

Dennis can feel Dr. Robby watching over his shoulder. He watches along as his fingers move with speed he had never seen. Dr. Robby eyes don’t feel anything like judgement or annoyance instead they make Dennis feel proud. Dennis knows he’s right when he hears the faintness of Dr. Robby's voice over his typing. “You’re doing it.” The way Dr. Robby says it reminds Dennis of hearing his own father sound so proud with his brothers. It sounds like something a proud father would shout watching his son learn how to ride a bike. 

“I am.” Dennis laughs, Dennis turns to look at Dr. Robby over his shoulder without even thinking. A part of him needing to know what Dr. Robby looks like. If his expression matches his words. Once again they’re close, Dr. Robby's hand is still resting over Dennis' hands, and neither of them move. 

The moment seems to stretch, Dennis can feel and hear his heart pounding. He watches as Dr. Robby drops down to his lips briefly. “Dr. Robby…” Dennis murmurs. “Micheal, my name is Micheal.” Dennis’s mouth drops open, and his fingers freeze. Another door has opened, something else special has happened because he’s never gotten to call Dr. Robby his real name before. The name that he’s only ever heard when he’s seen Dr. Abbot talking to him. 

It feels different, more intimate than even the lingering touches feel. “Micheal.” Dennis whispers out into the air. It feels dangerous, and something blooms in his chest when he watches the older man's expression shift. Micheal is moving and taking his hand away from Dennis' wrist, Dennis mourns the loss of his cold touch immediately. 

Then all at once the touch is back, just this time it’s Micheal cold hand pressing into Denis cheek. Micheal pauses and gives Dennis all the time in the world to pull away, to move and tell him that this isn’t okay. Except Dennis can’t, he won’t dare move away from the touch that he has become dependent on. 

Micheal brushes his thumb over the apple of Dennis cheek. It’s featherlight, ticklish and it has Dennis burning to the core. Dennis leans into it, now they are far away from the PMTC it feels okay, right to lean into the cold touch.  Micheal breathes in sharply and murmurs his name. He isn’t sure who moves first, and he doesn't care because then their lips are meeting and it’s soft. 

It’s careful and gentle all at once. Like the both of them are afraid if either one moves or goes too fast that the other person will shatter into a thousand pieces. Dennis’ own breath catches, and Micheal steadies him with his hand cupping his jaw. The kiss is a question, and Dennis answers by leaning in closer, letting Micheal exhale against his lips. 

Micheal, on the other hand, finds Dennis' wrist once again, the feeling of his thumb brushing against his plus. Grounding him the moment, making Dennis realize just how tender the moment is becoming. Dennis also realizes that he’s never once been kissed like this before, never once has he felt so cared for in such a simple act. 

Like he really matters to the other person. When they separate it’s slow, like neither one of them wants to move too far away from the other. Micheal rests his forehead against Dennis’ and whispers, “This… we… this shouldn’t happen.” The moment is crashing, falling out of the sky. 

Dennis knows that he’s right, knows that this is not professional so he nods. But again neither of them pull away. Miheal is still gently stroking Dennis' wrist. The act is small, like he’s been doing it for months, for years even. It’s wrapped in affection and Dennis swallows it because he isn’t sure he can handle getting to know just how soft Micheal can be and then not being allowed to have it anymore. 

“I don’t want to stop… I don’t think you should stop.” Dennis admits. Micheals eyes shut and he can feel his lashes brush over his skin. When Micheal opens them again he pulls back, their eyes connect and something unguarded shines through them. “Okay.” Is all Micheal says before giving the younger man's wrist a squeeze. 

Dennis takes that a nudge to return back to the keyboard in front of him. His hands settle naturally on the keyboard now, posture is perfect as are all of his fingers. For now okay is more then enough, for now just having the older man watching him in awe as he types with a new found vigor is enough. 

Micheal watches as Dennis finds his rhyme, and it’s not because Dennis is perfect, but because he watches the younger man grow, because he accepted the help. Mostly Micheal is watching Dennis because he kissed him back, and because he wanted more. So Micheal will allow himself this, allow himself to be asked for more and be okay with giving more back. 

Posted on: 03/04/26

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Love language + Darklina? ❤️

“Will you sleep all day, Sasha, you layabout?” Alina said softly, her tone hardly one to intended to wake someone deeply asleep and still, by the third syllable, his eyes had opened and he was alert to any danger, one concealed from her, that might threaten her safety in a way she could not imagine.

“Nothing’s wrong. We’re all right, I’m safe,” she said and then he awoke a second time, to the realization he understood her in a manner long-abandoned, Alina speaking the tongue he’d grown up with, an extinct language only he and his mother recalled.

Baghra had not spoken it in over four hundred years.

Alina was very nearly fluent.

“How?” he asked.

She understood the question and the word. He’d replied to her as he would have as a stripling of twenty, too ignorant to calculate the risk of revealing himself.

“I have spent many hours in the Library and have quite tasked the Librarian’s patience,” she said, smiling. Behind her, around her, the room was filling with the kind of gentle light that meant a cloudy day, the Little Palace going about its familiar routines; there was no sign of an urgent message from Fjerda, an ambush near the Shu-Han border, no hastily smothered explosion of David’s latest invention, the Healers idle in their chambers. She sat cross-legged beside him, his having put his banyan on over her night-rail, and the sleeves were far too long for her.

“They were delighted with you,” he said.

“I don’t think so,” she said.

“I have not heard a peep from them and they are not shy about complaining when it comes to the misuse of their time or resources, Alya,” he said.

“I suppose so. It was not easy, but I’m glad I kept going,” she said.

“Ivan will like it, that you and I have a way to communicate that cannot be interfered with,” Aleksander said.

“He will, but that’s not why I’m glad,” she said.

From within her sleeves, a golden light drifted, the work of a half dozen sfera spinning, the light petals cast forth. It happened sometimes to be so, when she was pleased, contented, and the shadows within him accommodated most gratefully.

“You’ll tell me,” he said.

“You would never have thought to ask for this. I’ve surprised you and you say all the time how surprise is beyond your means. Something you’ve lost. You haven’t lived too long after all,” she said.

When he had met her, he had not believed it. And then he had not believed she could ever be this woman, someone wise in a way he needed and couldn’t grasp. 

He had not believed he could stop being lonely.

“You are right, neshama,” he said.

She clapped her hands together, the soft light of the sfera becoming glitter.

“I shan’t do this every day, you know. I can’t become predictable,” she said.

Aleksander laughed.

“You needn’t worry about that,” he said.

“The Librarian frowned when I said the same to them. But I could tell, they were nearly amused as you are,” Alina said.

Aleksander sat up, leaned against the bedframe.

“I’m up now. For good. Will we stay here or eat breakfast in the Hall?” he asked.

“That depends,” Alina replied.

“On what?”

She gave him a searching look and when she opened her mouth, she spoke in the language she’d used as a child, her Keramzin accent pronounced.

“Will there be herring?”

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Koi wo Suru nara Nidome ga Joto | S01E04

Japanese Drama - 2024, 6 episodes

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House Party (Pedro Pascal)

House Party 

Fluff and Smut Warning 

*Minors DNI* 

>>Trigger Warnings: (let me know if I missed any)  

Use of y/n, mentions of anxiety as well as anxiety attacks, mentions of PTSD as well as PTSD episode, mention of abuse, mention of childhood trauma, mentions of working, name calling, down talking, bad parental relationship, antisocial personality, introvert, mentions of songs (if you don’t like that), fluff is heavily implied, smut, oral f receiving, fingering, raw, unprotected sex, use of pronouns (he,she,they,them)(respecting a person's pronouns is something I believe in), multiple characters, adult living at home, rough family life, age-gap, loss of a parent, alcohol, drinking, flashbacks, spanking (abuse), choking (abuse), time jumps (hours not days), dry humping in the form of grinding 

How to read (if you need this): 

If you want to enjoy the whole thing. Thank you very much.  

If you need guidance on what to skip here it goes: 

Flashback is what includes the details of the abuse. This is labeled at *flashback* you can skip this part it is not completely necessary to like the story.  

If you came here purely for the smut/fluff then I got you. It is at the very bottom labeled Smut. Thank you in advance.  

If you have suggestions please dm me or leave me a comment with your requests.  

WC: 8,678 

y/n's Pov: 

It's been too long of a day. I am looking forward to going home and just relaxing. It's about to clock out and go home and relax. I can't stand having to work in an office anymore. I miss working from home. Ever since this company required us to come back into the office half of the staff quit and that includes the only friend I had here so it's even more dreadful than before.  

*Buzz Buzz Buzz *  

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and I took it out and unlocked it and looked at the message that popped up on the screen.  

“Hey, I met up with some old friends today and they had some people with them. I’m giving you a heads up that people will be over at the house. When you get home you don’t have to entertain anyone if you want to just hide in your room like you normally do. Or if you don’t want to come home that’s fine too. I’m just trying to let you know.” I read the message from my dad, and I sighed. It sucked being 26 and still living with my dad. Another message flashed across the screen. 

“Also, your cousins are here too. I know you guys don’t get along all the time so please just try and be nice if you decide to come home and socialize. I know how unlikely that us but please again just try and be nice.” The message from my dad said.  

Son of a bitch. I know what he is getting at. I know he would rather I attempt to socialize but, all I want to do is take a shower and go into my room and get my coursework done and go to bed. Hell, I would even just love to be able to write a couple chapters in my book before I go to bed but, I don’t think that is going to happen. This fucking sucks.  

I locked my phone and put it back into my pocket and clocked out on my computer and took my headset off. I shut my computer down and made sure it was locked before opening my desk drawer and grabbing my keys and wallet. I don’t like purses they are too bulky, and they stop you at security to search through it. I don’t want to wait fifteen minutes for them to look through it and discover if I am on my period or not. I closed the drawer and stood up and stretched trying to pop my back.  

“You heading out?” My boss asked.  

“Yes, I was on my way out. Anything you need?” I asked.  

“I was wondering if you wanted tomorrow off? Make it a three-day weekend for you.” He asked. I really need the money, but I know him. This really isn’t an option.  

“Yeah, I guess that’s fine. I would rather work but, if labor is high, I guess I don’t mind.” I said and he smiled.  

“Thanks for understanding and being a team player. I really appreciate you not giving me a hard time. You have any plans for the weekend?” He asked.  

“No, I don’t think so. Just about to go home and be bombarded by family and their friends. I’m trying to avoid that but, I don’t know how I am going to manage that.” I said and smiled.  

“Oh well I do hope you have a good night and a wonderful weekend.” He said and I smiled.  

“Thank you and you as well.” I said and watched him walk away. I made my way out of the building and to my 2018 Honda civic. It was a nice car, but I really had my eye on an old-style car. I have been trying to save up not just a house but a 1947 Chevrolet fleet master. It has been my dream car since I was six. I took my phone out of my pocket and connected my phone to Bluetooth. I opened Spotify and started to play beautiful crazy by Luke combs and started to sing along. I put my phone in the cup holder and started making my way home.  

I’m trying to kill as much time as possible before going home and trying to wait out the people there, so I decided to swing by the drive thru at Filiberto's and grab something to eat. I made my way there and it was a forty-minute drive before I got to the one by my house. By the time I made it to the speaker u was jamming out to I’m not a vampire by falling in reverse and had to turn it down.  

“Thank you for choosing Filiberto's what can I get for you today?” the person on the other end of the speaker asked.  

“I would like the spicy Pollo fries and a large drinks pepper please.” I said.  

“Anything else today?” they asked.  

“No that’s it thank you.” 

“I will have your total for you at the window.” They said.  

“Thank you.” I said and pulled forward. It was weird that the drive thru was completely empty. They normally have a pretty decent line, but I guess it’s just not that time tonight. I pulled forward up to the window and pulled my wallet out of the Center console. I pulled my debit card out and waited for the worker to open the drive-thru window.  

" Hello, the total is $ 18.98 " The worker said. I handed them my card and smiled. They closed the window and swiped my card and opened the window back up. They handed me my card and the receipt. They then handed me my drink and then the food.  They closed the window without saying another word and I drove away.  

I made the rest of the drive home using the backroads because it even though was going to take a shorter amount of time was ultimately the better choice if I wanted to eat it while it was hot. Twenty minutes later while jamming out to Fuck her gently by Tenacious D while it's blaring, I pulled into the driveway of the house. I looked around and noticed the number of cars that were here, and it was a lot. Not just that but a couple of them were ridiculously overpriced cars. One being an Audi and the other being a Mercedes. I knew who the Tahoe belonged to but, there was also a 2004 Volvo here. There were two ford trucks and a chevy. There are far too many people here for me to get in unnoticed. I wonder if I left my window open. 

I left my car and the door open and made my way over to my window. I pushed on it slightly and it opened up. Fuck yeah! I will just crawl through my window. Thankfully my sister leaves chairs in her barn so I went and grabbed one and set it next to my window. I walked back to my car and turned it off and grabbed my wallet and phone. I walked back over to my window and threw them onto my bed. I went back to my car and grabbed my drink and food. I closed my car door and made it to the chair in front of my window when I heard my front door open and saw someone and before I was able to get through the window, they made eye contact with me. Well, this is awkward.  

“I swear I live here but, based on the amount if vehicles there are way too many people here for my comfort level.” I said breaking the weird eye contact.  

“Okay. I guess I understand that.” They said.  

Wait, they look a bit familiar. Where do I know them from? I set my drink and food down on the end table just beside my bed and started crawling through before their head popped up just outside my window when I turned to close it.  

“Can I join you in a minute? It is a bit over stimulating in there and I just need somewhere to calm down. I promise I won’t bother you nor will I rat you out for sneaking past everyone.” They laughed.  

Wait, is that Bella Ramsey? That’s why they look familiar. I watched the last of us a couple of months ago. What the hell were they doing here?  

“Uh yeah I guess that’s fine.” I said and made my way off the bed and made room for them to get inside. Bella crawled through and immediately took notice of the style of my room. There was greenery everywhere. My curtains were green, bed sheets were green, comforter was white and so was my rug. The dresser was white, books were everywhere and my accent chair facing the bed was green as well. I had gold picture frames hanging up and a wax burner on, but it was a gold skeleton or appeared gold when it was on.  

“Wow. You really like the color green. It actually looks really nice in here.” They said.  

“Thank you.” I said. They got off the bed and stood next to me on the floor. I reached behind my bed and closed the window.   

“Where does your bedroom door lead out to exactly?” Bella asked.  

“Directly into the hallway. I am pretty close to the bathroom if you needed to go to the bathroom but, it’s also directly next to the living room where the front door is.” I said.  

“Okay awesome. I just want to make sure in case I need someone.” They said.  

“Okay. May I ask what you are doing here? Also, hi my name is y/n.” I asked.  

“Oh, yeah well nice to meet you y/n. I am here because my coworker and best friend is a mutual friend of Dani and I guess his girlfriend is your cousin Taylor. We were visiting him, and your cousin mentioned having to come out here to let everyone meet her new baby and well since we were here, she had us tag along. Then Dani invited your other cousin Seth since he was in town who also invited his friend Tommy who then invited Joseph and I guess more of your family’s friends showed up and somehow this turned into a party and then your dad’s best friend came over with a ton of beer and your next-door neighbor came over. He kind of looks like a gnome. Sorry I babble when I get anxious or nervous.” Bella said.  

“Now when you say my dad’s friends are here and the neighbor that looks like a gnome, I imagine they ordered pizza then or got tacos from jack in the box?” I asked.  

“Actually, they got both. I heard your dad say that he was going to call, and have you pick them up, but Pedro offered to go and get them with Sarah and since I was in the bathroom, they left without me, which is what led me to bumping into you. They took Sarah’s car and haven’t come back yet.” Oh my gosh. This is insane. How is this even possible?  

“Sarah?” I asked.  

“Yeah, his best friend Sarah Paulson.” Bella said.  

“Oh my god. I love her. She is amazing. Sorry I’m going to try and calm myself down a bit. I am a fan of yours as well, but I have been a fan of hers since I was a kid.” I said.  

Bella’s phone went off and they unlocked it and answered the phone.  

“Yeah, well y/n came home, and I went outside to get a breath of fresh air. I caught her sneaking into her room through the window and well I just kind of invited myself into her room and thankfully she welcomed me. It’s actually quite nice in here.  

Yeah well, it’s the door with the code lock on it at the end of the hallway. Don’t tell her family she is home. She mentioned there are too many people here for her as well. Plus, she is eating.  

Yeah, well hold on let me ask first.” Bella said and turned to face me.  

“Would it be alright if Pedro came in here too? Sarah had to leave pretty much right after dropping the food off and now he is feeling a bit alone.”  

“Yeah of course as long as no one has noticed he is coming to my room. I don’t expect him to come through the window.” I laughed. Oh god this is happening. This is how I am meeting my celebrity crush.  

“Actually, can he wait a moment? I would really like to get changed out of my work clothes before running into anyone else or having anyone else in my room.” I asked.  

“Yeah of course. Here let me give you some privacy.” Bella mentioned.  

“It's fine you can stay if you want, I’m not really uncomfortable with it but if it would make you uncomfortable then okay.” I said and Bella smiled.  

“Alright well I promise I won’t look then.” Bella mentioned. They turned around to make sure they weren’t pointed towards the closet, which made me smile. I opened my closet door and pulled my shirt off and pulled my bra off. I put on a black T-shirt and then took my pants off and put on my Rick and Morty shorts. I put my dirty clothes into the hamper and kicked off my shoes and put them on the shoe rack. I closed the closet and sprayed on some perfume before opening the door after hearing a small knock. I almost melted as soon as I saw his brown eyes. I stepped aside to let him in and closed the door before anyone noticed I opened it. He had brought himself and Bella food from Jack in the box and handed them a drink.  

“Is it alright to eat on your bed?” Bella asked as I sat my food on my lap and opened it up.  

“No not at all.” I smiled. I know they aren’t used to my sarcasm, but it was quickly picked up on laughed at. I took a bite of my food and grabbed my remote off the floor. I turned my TV on and looked over at them.  

“Do either of you have a preference on what you want to watch?” I asked really hoping neither of them suggested anything.  

“No, no preference we are open to whatever.” They both said.  

“Alright cool.” I said and put on Hell's Kitchen. This has quickly become my favorite thing to watch while eating. I try not to eat in my room too often but for the moment it’s for the best.  

“Sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself. I’m y/n welcome to my room. I don’t let everyone in but Bella caught me at the right moment and well I get the same feelings they do when becoming overwhelmed so I couldn’t just brush them away. Sorry if this isn’t your favorite show, I’m just used to watching this while I eat.” I said and never averted my eyes from the TV. He was much better looking in person. He looked amazing in the pictures but still he was a dream boat in person.  

"Nice to officially meet you. Your dad has mentioned a lot about you." Pedro said while not looking towards me. He already didn't seem very fond of me but if he is telling the truth and my dad has talked about me then I have a pretty good idea Why. My dad never has anything good or nice to say about me. He tells everyone with ears that I do nothing and mooch off him. That I don't clean or cook or pay rent and that I am a bitch towards him so of course he wouldn't like me if that's all he has heard. 

I couldn't help how in my head I was, so I put my fork down and pushed my food away. Bella noticed right away and tried not to bring it up. 

“Are you done? was it not good?" Bella asked. 

"Yeah, I am done, it's fine. I am just full. If you want, you can have it. I know Jack in the box is sometimes unsatisfying. " I said and that made them smile.  

"Thank You.” Bella said and put the sandwich in the bag and pulled my food in front of them and started eating it. 

"Oh my gosh you aren't joking these are pretty good. Thank you again." Bella said. 

"Do you know your father speaks ill of you to people?" They asked. 

"Yes, I do. None of its true. I am the only One that does any of the cleaning and cooking. I am also the only one providing groceries for the house. As well as I do pay rent. Quite honestly I pay an unfair amount." I said. I wrapped my right arm in front of my stomach because it started to hurt. 

"If that is true, why does he tell people that? I mean do you have proof he is lying to everyone?" Pedro asked. 

I grabbed my phone and unlocked it. I pulled up my bank account and opened up the statements. I put my phone in front of him and he could see most of my transactions went to a different account and those transactions were called rent. He handed the phone back to me and I switched over to the Walmart app and pulled up the purchase history and showed him the history where once and sometimes two times a week I do the grocery shopping and go and pick it up. Then when he handed it back, I opened up the text messages between my dad and I where he is thanking me for cleaning and cooking. That he appreciates that I have taken the responsibility of picking up after everyone even though I shouldn’t have to. He handed my phone back to me with a hint of disgust on his face.  

“Why don’t you stand up to him?” Pedro asked.  

“Because I have tried, and he has threatened to throw me out. I can’t afford to be thrown out right now. I’m waiting to have enough for a down-payment on a house and once that has been made then I can leave. I won’t have to look back at that point. I am on track financially that I should be able to put a down payment in about a month on a modular home that I just love.” I said with a smile. 

“Oh well that’s good. When you say not look back are you implying you won’t be coming to his house anymore or?” He asked.  

“That’s exactly what I’m implying. I don’t deserve that he is lying to people about me. I don’t need the fake apologies that he offers. I also have known for a long time that him and my sister actually don’t like me, and my mom is dead and can’t stick up for me so that’s what I will be doing. They don’t treat me like family so then I won’t be their family anymore.” I said smiling but, internally that hurt. Emotionally I am pretty numb but, the kid that always wanted to be loved never felt that love from anyone. I was alone. I am always alone. I don’t have friends and I don’t have family. It sucks but it is what it is.  

“Well, I am sorry that you have gone well I guess are going through that. No one deserves that.” Pedro said and his demeanor shifted towards me. He didn’t seem angry or that he didn’t like me so much anymore. I locked my phone and put it back on the side table.  

“Just curious what’s up with that lock on your door?” He asked.  

“I don’t like them getting into my room when I’m not here so now they have to have a password to get in or my fingerprint. They also try to come in when I’m asleep to take stuff that is mine so again the lock is there, so I feel secure.” I said. I took my eyes off the TV and looked at him, noticing he was looking at me and so was Bella.  

We all stopped when we heard knocking on the door.  

“Hey, is anyone in here?” My dad’s voice came from the other side of the door.  

“Yeah, Bella and I are in here. I hope that’s okay.” Pedro stood up and opened the door while I put myself off to the far side of the room so my dad couldn’t see me.  

“Yeah, that’s fine. So, y/n’s cousin’s boyfriend mentioned that you didn’t have a place to stay. I don’t think she is coming home tonight she is probably out being a tramp. Anyway, you both can stay here if you want. The room next to this one is a guest room you just would have to put the bed together as well that way you don’t have to share.” My dad slurred out. Fuck he has been drinking.  

“Oh, uhm thanks yeah that would be great.” Pedro said. My dad walked away, and Pedro closed the door. With him drunk like that I went into an anxiety attack. The last time he was drunk he lunged at me and punched me in the stomach and face. Fuck. I don’t want to be here. I started to hyperventilate and sat on the ground. I folded into myself holding onto my legs and pushed myself up against the wall. I put my head on my knees and just started to cry. I never made sound when I cried anymore but it was just sudden, and they didn’t realize I was having an anxiety attack for a moment. After a minute Pedro was quick to realize what was happening and walked over to me and sat down next to me.  

“I’m going to hug you, okay?” He said and with no objection he embraced me and squeezed a little. 

“It’s going to be okay. He is gone. He has walked away. Your door is closed, and it has locked again. He is gone and he can’t come in on his own. It’s okay. You are going to be okay.” He squeezed me a little more. The pressure was reassuring but, the words are what brought me to stop the tears. I opened my eyes again and realized I was against the wall. I closed my eyes again and took a deep breath.  

~flashback~ (trigger warning heavy abuse mentioned)  

“You should have just washed the fucking dish I put in the sink. Such a stupid bitch!” my dad yelled at me. He started to lunge for me.  

“No please I’m sorry I will wash it. Please dad, I am sorry. Please I will wash it. Please don’t hit me.” I pleaded with him, but it fell on deaf ears.  

“Too fucking late. You had your chance.” He continued to lunge for me until I was backed into a corner, and he slapped me across the face. I started to cry loudly because of the pain that stung my face from his slap. I felt a sharp pain on my head, and he grabbed my hair and forced me to look at him.  

“Next time just do what I fucking asked. I shouldn’t have to ask twice!” He screamed into my face and dragged me by my hair to my room. He threw me onto the trundle bed and walked out of my room. He shut the door and locked it behind him. I know he isn’t done. He never is. I heard cabinets open, and slam shut. A few minutes later I heard his footsteps come towards my room. I just need to hide. That’s all. If I can hide, I will escape the wrath. I quietly got off my bed and quietly opened my closet door and hid under my desk behind a box I had in front of it and the boxes next to it should have hidden me pretty well. The clothes that fall on top and over it should aid my escape. I closed my mouth and clamped my hand over it attempting to silence my cries completely as I heard my bedroom door open.  

“I know you are in here I locked the door.” He said.  

“You can come out and get it over with or if I have to find you and drag you out it is going to be worse.” I heard him crack his belt. No please. I don’t want to be hit anymore.  

“You have until the count of three!” I don’t think he would look for me. I think he is trying to purposely make me come out.  

“ONE!” He started to shout. I made no movement.  

“TWO!” He shouted again. Oh god. Am I making a mistake?  

“THREE! You are going to wish you had just come out!” He immediately walked over to my bed and pulled out the second mattress expecting me to have hidden there. He walked over to the closet ripping the door I wasn’t at and punching the clothes hard. He slammed that door shut and opened the door almost directly in front of me making the same motions of hitting all the clothes. He started to pull at the box in front of me. No please no. Don’t. He is going to see me. Please.  

“I found you!” He said. He grabbed my ankle and dragged me out of the Closet.  

“Dad please stop! Dad please. I’m sorry. I will go wash it. I swear I’m sorry please.” I cried with snot now bubbling out of my nose.  

He dragged me over to my bed and sat down with his belt still firm in his hand. I kept moving. I didn’t want to stay still for him to spank me with the belt.  

“Stop moving or I am just going to swing and where it lands is where you will get spanked!” He screamed at me. I didn’t listen and kept moving until I felt a hard crack on my back that halted my movements. I felt another crack against my back and then another one. He laid five cracks of the belt on my back and when I fell onto the ground and cried it annoyed him more. He lifted me back up by my hair and threw me onto the bed and wrapped his hands around my neck. He started to squeeze it and I wasn’t able to catch my breath or breathe. I felt all hope escape me before I blacked out on my bed. I felt him finally release my neck before completely losing consciousness.  

~End of Flashback~ 

The tears were persistent. They were back and strong. I sniffled to try to quiet myself again and the squeezing was no longer effective. I was in full blown panic.  

“Please no. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. I’ll do it. Please don’t hit me again. Please!” I said never looking at who was hugging me. My PTSD was happening strongly. I wasn’t going to get better at my dad’s house. I just need two more paychecks and then they will accept my work history for the down payment. I have practically enough, and my credit isn’t shit so I should be fine.  

“It is okay. Nothing like that is going to happen with people in the house, okay? Come back. Whatever you are seeing is not happening right now, okay? Come back.” He said, whispering it against my ear as he hugged tighter. I felt the pressure and it began to release. Bella and Pedro heard a scratching at the door and Bella stood up and let the animal scratching at it in. It was a dachshund dog. He had dark brown and light brown spots, and he was mine. I named him Cow and if you Moo'd at him he barked and jumped on you. Little cow ran over to me and muzzled his nose against me until I put my legs down and he jumped into my lap. I started to pet him and between the hug and him I was able to snap out of the flashback. I opened my eyes and I no longer felt like I was stuck in my old purple room. I was back in my room with white walls and a bunch of green and gold decorations. I had someone’s strong muscular arms around me and I looked up and saw Bella staring down at me with watery eyes.  

“What happened to you?” They asked.  

“Let’s not get into that right now. Right now, y/n needs to think of anything else. Obviously, something bad happened and he did it because she was fine up until that point. For right now though let’s put a movie on, meet the puppy and help y/n calm down, okay?” Pedro said before I could say anything.  

“Thank you.” That was all I was able to say. I felt him release his arms from around me and I just wanted to cry again but I stopped myself. I didn’t need them to see me cry anymore. He stood up and lent me his hand to assist me in getting up. He pushed me towards the middle of the bed and with Bella on the other side he grabbed the remote and pushed Netflix.  

“We are going to watch whatever is in your continue watching section. Outside of this I don’t know what you like so I’m going to not guess.” He said. He ended up putting Grey’s anatomy on because it was the only thing on the list thankfully. I just finished Narcos, so I knew it wasn’t going to be on it. Thank the lord that none of his movies were on that list. Talk about embarrassing. Granted having an anxiety attack that shifted into a ptsd episode and crying was definitely embarrassing. He wrapped his arms around me again and Bella followed suit. Cow was on top of my lap and with all the pressure on me plus my best fur friend I ended up falling asleep in about ten minutes.  

❤️Two hours later❤️ 

I woke up in a sweat. Why is it so hot? I felt an arm around me, and I froze. Who was in my bed?  

I looked at the person who was wrapped around me and it was Pedro. Oh, that’s right but where is Bella? Fuck I need to pee. I slowly and quietly slipped out from under his arm and got up. I made my way to the bathroom and did my business. I walked to the guest room peeking in and seeing Bella asleep in there. Okay cool. They stayed too. I really am thankful they were here to help me through it. I walked into my room and quickly realized none of my fans were on. That’s why it is so hot. I turned on my ceiling fan and then the two fans pointed towards my bed. I walked back over to the opposite side of where I usually sleep since Pedro was on it and laid back down. I felt his arm snake around me again and I smiled, and a blush crept on my face.  

“Are you okay?” He mumbled. Maybe he is sleep talking.  

“Y/n are you okay?” He asked again. Definitely not sleep talking then.  

“Yes, I am fine go back to sleep.” I said. He pulled himself closer to me and pulled me to face him.  

“Are you sure? Did something happen?” He asked this time looking at me with worried eyes.  

“Nothing happened I woke up because I felt hot but then needed to go to the restroom. I promise I am fine thank you.” I said. He nodded and again pulled me closer to where my head was on his chest. I noticed he was sweating, and I pulled myself away from him.  

“Are you warm?” I asked sitting up.  

“Yeah but, it’s okay. I don’t have anything else to wear with me right now.” He said.  

“Hold on.” I stood up and walked to my closet and opened it. I pulled out a pair of men’s medium shorts and another pair of men’s shorts but in a large. It kind of makes me smile that his choices with these are either Scooby-doo or Rick and Morty as well.  

“One is a medium and the other is a large. Which ones do you want? I promise they are men’s basketball shorts.” I said and smiled.  

“Either works honestly. Are you sure? Are these your boyfriends or something?” He asked. I laughed a bit.  

“No boyfriend. They are mine. They are comfy for when I feel bloated or have some body dysmorphia. It happens more so now after the weight loss.” I said. I handed him the large ones and hung the medium ones back up. While I was turned around, he pulled his pants off and quickly put the shorts on.  

“Would it be okay if I slept with my shirt off? I won’t if it makes you uncomfortable.” He asked.  

“Yeah, that’s fine.” I said trying not to think of him sexually at the moment but it’s not working. I turned back to face the bed and saw him take his shirt off and I noticed his muscles were defined but not entirely. I could sort of see an outline of his abs, but he still had enough cushion that it was hot. I mean muscle is too but oh my god he was hot. I laid back down peeling my eyes off him and faced towards my closet. I need to calm down. No way was he thinking of me like that.  

“Like what you see?” He asked laughing.  

“I’m sorry. I really am sorry.” I said feeling heat run to my face. I am happy I am facing my closet because I know I was beat red right now.  

“It’s okay.  Don’t worry about it. Get some rest okay?” Pedro said.  

“You too.” I said before trying to settle my thoughts down. I felt him slowly and gently put his arm back around me. I scooted back to put my back against his chest. This is probably the best sleep of my life. I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, but I couldn’t. I felt his hot breath on my neck, and I felt goosebumps crawl onto my skin slowly. Fuck maybe if I faced him, I would be better off. I slowly turned to face him and nuzzled my head into his chest and took a deep breath. He smells so good. I can’t help but wonder what other parts of him felt like. Fuck go to sleep. Quit being a perv. It’s not okay. He is just being nice. He isn't going to be into me like that especially if he witnessed my anxiety attack with the tears. I rolled my eyes at my own thoughts and started to close my eyes. I am really tired. 

❤️6 hours later❤️ (slight smut/fluff)

I kept feeling something poke me. It has officially woken me up but, I have refused to open my eyes. There is a chance I imagined everything last night and the person wrapped around me was a booty call.  

I started to hear light moans in my ear. Fuck that's hot. I tightened my thighs as I started to feel my clit throb as I was getting turned on.  

"Mhm fuck." I heard him whisper. I felt the grip he had on me tighten and then felt him grind on me.  

"Fuck you feel so good." he moaned out.  

Fuck I am getting so wet. Whoever he is dreaming about is lucky. He grinded against me again and feeling his bulge poke against me made me gasp and open my eyes. I lifted up the blanket and looked down at a very hard cock covered in the shorts I had let Pedro borrow. Fuck he is not small and now I know what woke me up. I let the blanket go, letting it cover the both of us and quickly turned to where my back was facing him again. I felt another ache between my legs. God, I want to feel what it's like to have him inside me. I felt his arm snake around me again and he pulled me into him. He grinded into me again and a soft moan escaped my lips. Fuck I want him so bad. What time is it? I want to reach for my phone but it's not within arm's reach and if I reach for it then I am pretty sure I would grind against him, and I am not trying to torture myself. I am already wet for him. Maybe I should sneak off to the bathroom and masturbate to take the edge off. Nah fuck that my hand is not going to be enough for me and it would be weird if I got caught going to the bathroom with my vibrator. 

I felt him grind against me again before he jerked himself awake. I felt him pull his hand off me and whisper to himself. "Fuck I hope I didn't wake her up. I hope she didn’t get bothered by that. What is wrong with me?" He was being hard on himself. 

"I am awake. That woke me up. It's okay don't be so hard on yourself." I chuckled a little at the pun I threw in there. "If anything by grinding on me the way you have, I am incredibly turned on." I said now chewing on my cheek. 

"Wait, I grinded on you?" He asked. I laid on my back. 

" Yes, a few times. The first time I was facing you. I pulled away and faced with my back towards you and you pulled me back into you and grinded into me a couple more times until you woke up." I said now blushing and I turned my head to look at him and he had his hands on his face.  

"I am so sorry.” He said. 

"It's okay really. It's been a hot minute since anyone has poked me awake. " I laughed a bit more. 

"Thank you for not being mad." He said now, pulling his hands off his face and looking at me. He looked at my lips and back towards the door. 

"So no one else knows the code to the door other than you?" He asked.  

"No one else but me. Why?" I asked. He pulled himself closer to me. 

⭐️Smut Ahead warning! Minors DNI!!⭐️ 

He pulled me against him as close as he could get before brushing his lips against mine. Oh fuck. 

"Can I?" He asked. I just nodded and he leaned the rest of the way in and started to kiss me. His lips felt so soft. He ran his tongue against my bottom lip and I opened my mouth enough for him to slip his tongue into my mouth and I felt him run his tongue along mine. I felt his right hand glide up my body. He rested his right hand on the left side of my neck. I felt a little pressure on the back of my neck from his fingers. I moaned a little at the pressure release it had given to me. He slowly let his hand fall back down my body. He brushed his fingertips on my left breast letting his hand slow when his fingers grazed my nipple making it harden. Fuck I think my whole body is sensitive right now. His fingers continued to fall until it met the edge of my shirt and he pushed up on it a little. I pulled away from his kiss despite not wanting to. I sat up and took my shirt off throwing it across the room. I don't need it any time soon. I quickly stood up off the bed and took my sleep shorts off kicking them to the side before getting back onto the bed. It's been a long time since I have been touched by someone. I repositioned myself next to him and pulled his hand back to where he had it a moment ago.  

"please." is all I said before he leaned back in giving me a quick peck on the lips before getting off of the bed and pulling the shorts I loaned him off. He got back on the bed but he didn't take the same position as before. No he sat on the end of the bed and was now pulling my left leg to position me on my back with my legs spread open. He crawled between my legs and stopped when his face was in front of my very wet pussy. 

He looked up at me and then positioned his arms under both of my legs. He did his best to hold his eye contact with me when he lightly licked my slit. I lightly moaned and my eyes closed at the feeling just the small contact brought me. He pulled his right arm free from Under my le9 and started to massage my inner thigh before looking down at my pussy bringing his hand to it and using his pointer finger and middle finger to hold my pussy lips open as he licked me from my hole up to my clit. His tongue went flush against my clit and began massaging it in circular motions growling against it. His facial hair scratching the skin surrounding my clit bringing another sensation that instead Of hurting felt really good to me. 

" Oh fuck" I moaned out. “please, more." I managed to moan out. 

He pulled his mouth and tongue off my clit and before I managed to whine out, I felt his hand move and I felt his fingers slide through the slick mess my pussy had become. Oh god. I need more. He ran his fingers over my opening before pushing them in making me groan.  

"Fuck you are tight." He said before licking my clit again running his teeth over it every other lap he did before pulling his fingers back out and plunging them back into me. He twisted them around a little before I felt him tapping something on the inside of me that made my mouth fall open, my head fall back, and my eyes squeeze shut, and a shiver raked down my body.  

"There it is." He mumbled against my clit. He continued the same tapping movement on the inside of my pussy while licking and sucking onto my clit. I started to feel a strong urge to cross my legs like something was going to come out. He pulled his mouth off of me but started to jerk his wrist in an upwards motion while his fingers kept at a bruising pace.  

"Fuck me. Relax. Let go. It's okay. Trust me." He said in a hushed and soothing tone. He ran his thumb over my clit a couple of times before my legs started to shake. I let go. I felt a gush of liquid escape me and heard a growl escape him before I felt his tongue on me again as I continuously moaned loudly through my orgasm.  

"Fuck you taste so damn good." He moaned out before removing his fingers from inside of me and slipped them into his mouth to suck off the remaining juices that were on them from me. I put my hands in my hair and pulled on it a little still feeling the effect that orgasm had on me. He started to kiss my stomach and continued to kiss his way up to my mouth. He was still positioned between my legs. He brushed his lips against mine again. 

"Is this still what you want?" He asked before brushing the tip of his cock between my pussy lips and ran it down from my clit and lining himself up with my entrance. 

"Yes. I so badly want to feel you." I said and this time I closed the gap and kissed him. He pushed the tip of his cook in stretching me out. He was girthy so he was not even remotely prepping me with his fingers for that. He moaned into the kiss and bucked his hips forward slamming his cock into we completely. I squeezed my eyes shut. It hurt to be stretched like this, but it was worth the pain. he had to have been nine inches. Eight inches is when it starts hurting for me but, he definitely passed that point about an inch ago. He continued to bury his cock into me until I felt his balls against my ass. 

"Fuck Fuck Fuck!" I moaned back.  

"God you are so fucking tight." He said before pulling his hips back until he left just the tip of his cock inside of me before thrusting himself back into me until his balls slapped my ass again.  Fuck. Oh god. This is going to ruin me. He sat up still buried inside of me. He pulled my hips back into him before he moved again. His knees now under my ass. He put my legs onto his shoulder and leaned forward as much as my body would let him before finding the angle that allowed him to pull out and slam right back into the spot he found in my pussy. I groaned really loud at every thrust he sent into that spot. The pressure was building up again inside me. I felt myself starting to shake again. He let my legs down when he felt my body shake against him. He got back on top of me and began kissing me again while managing to slam his cock into the same spot.  

“Fuck fuck oh god oh fuck Pedro please." I moaned out. 

"Squirt for me again. Cum all over my cock. Please. I want to feel it all over me.” He said mumbling against my lips. I can’t take it oh my god. It’s too much. Fuck. I let everything loose and felt another gush leave me. Fuck I squirt. Oh god that’s what that is. Oh my god I didn’t know I did that. I haven’t done that before. Oh god.  

“Oh fuck. Yes, oh god y/n fuck that feel so good. I’m gonna cum.” He put his head against my neck and started moaning. He continued to slam into me, but his pace quickened and became sloppy. Oh god please. I want every drop.  

“Where can I?” He started to ask.  

“Please cum in me. Please.” I said looking into his eyes making eye contact. Without breaking eye contact he started to groan, and his hips bucked forward harshly a couple times one quickly after another with his mouth parted open.  

“Oh fuck.  

So, 

 Fucking 

 Hot.” He moaned out and put his head on my shoulder. His head now dripping in sweat. His cock throbbed inside of me as he started to cum. I felt every bit of his release fill me up and I couldn’t stop myself from tightening my pussy around it trying to ride out the fresh orgasm that quickly started to happen at feeling all his cum release from his cock and deep inside of me. Fuck it felt so good. I grinded against him a little to get some friction on my clit. I didn’t want this to end. I never wanted this to end. I am not going to have these kinds of orgasms with anyone else. He made me squirt. I didn’t know I could do that. How am I just supposed to walk away from this.  

He finally pulled himself out of me and quickly the feeling of being empty was saddening me. However, I still felt happy when I noticed the dripping between my leg was his cum. He rolled onto his side getting off me and laid on his back. He took a deep breath and then he brushed his hands down his face.  

“Fuck I don’t know about you but, that felt so good.” He said.  

“I think you ruined me.” I said with a big smile on my face.  

“What do you mean?” He asked now rolling onto his side looking at me and running his fingers over my stomach.  

“I didn’t know I could squirt. I haven’t done that with anyone yet so yes, I think you just ruined me. Now I am always going to crave that kind of orgasm.” I said laughing a little at the end and then turning to face him.  

“Okay here is a question. What do we need to do to prevent something growing inside of you that isn’t me?” Pedro asked and I couldn’t hold back the laughter from the little comment he made.  

“Don’t stress about it. I have an IUD and on top of that I still take a birth control pill. The chances of anything growing inside of me that are not you are extremely unlikely. The way my doctor explained it to me was that whatever the IUD doesn’t keep out the pill will. As well as I have no STD’s and I am hoping that is the same for you.” I said and then looked at him a little worried.   

“Don’t worry I am clean, and I wouldn’t have done anything like that if I wasn’t. I promise.” He said and I honestly believe him. I don’t think he would lie about something so serious.  

I turned my head towards the door when I heard someone knocking on it. Oh shit. We were loud. Some people knew that we were both in here.  

“Guys it’s just me Bella open up after you get dressed.” They said through the door. Pedro ran his hands over his face and tried to hold back some laughter. I smacked his arm playfully and laughed myself attempting to get out of bed before feeling his hand on my arm pulling me back into him.  

“Not so fast. They can wait for a bit. I just want to lay down and cuddle right now if that’s alright.” He said and I smiled and laid back down on the bed and cuddled into his chest. He started to lightly stroke my hair and I was not going to lie. It felt so good that I had quickly fallen asleep against him.