Summary: your effort to be left alone are thwarted by stubborn men.
Character: Ransom Drysdale, a dash of Pete Brenner
Warnings: dubcon, noncon, NSFW. This is a dark drabble like most of my stuff so take this as your warning to stop reading.
Part of the Trailer Park AU
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The bang on the door shakes the entire trailer. You snarl and refocus on the page, rereading it from the first frame. The same jarring thump sounds again; a fist hammering five times fast. You sneer and lay the comic on the table, sprawled open.
You glare at the door. It better not be your neighbour again. He might not be very clever but you thought he could take a hint.
“Open up, bum,” an unfamiliar voice calls through. “Inspection time.”
You frown and slide off the bench. You drag your feet and pull back the curtain to peek through the small window. A man in burgundy slacks and a forest green crewneck examines the peeling screen on your door. Who is that?
You sidle along and linger behind the door. Who is the weirdo? You slide the latch back and set your toe against the door. You open it one inch. The man stands straight and squints at you through the streaked glass.
“Bout time. I’m standing out here is this dump waiting on you.” He snips.
He’s tall. His hair is parted and styled. His loafers are what looks to be crocodile or snakeskin. It’s the kind of rich stink that makes you gag.
You blink.
“What’s goin’ on? You stupid or something?” He grabs the screen door but you quickly flick the lock on the inner handle. He shakes it and growls. “Hey, new ownership. I got a right to inspect my property.”
You back up and close the door. He slams his hand on the screen, it rattles violently as you search through the stack of comics on the table. You slip out the torn envelope and tug free the crumpled page inside.
You drop the envelope and take the notice back to the door. You open it, as narrow as before and read. You wave it at the man.
“Lot is yours. Not the trailer.” You say.
“Ah, she can talk.” He slithers. “Can she listen too? Open the door.”
He shakes it again. You smooth the paper and slide the edge into the top of the screen window. You balance it there for him to read then close the door.
You didn’t think much of the letter. Big deal. They changed ownership of a few lots. Fees are still coming out of your pay, doesn’t matter to you who’s name is on it.
You sit back down and pick up your comic. You sigh as the man kicks the door. You hear him stomp down the stairs. Then the crush of his sole in the dirt.
You flip the page.
“Hey! You can’t just ignore me.” He slaps the window as he peeks in between the gap in the curtains.
You do just that. You bring the pages closer and read the speech bubbles. He pounds on the window.
“I can see you.” His voice is muffled by the pane.
You gently put the comic down and stand up. You approach the window. “Finally, goddamn.” He growls.
You tug the curtains together. He snarls and hits the window so hard, you think it might just fall out of the frame. Your neck tickles nervously but you shrug it off. You turn on your bluetooth and resume the playlist from earlier.
You can still hear him. He’s back at the door, trying to force it open. What the heck is his problem? Can’t he read? A man with his shoes and his haircut should.
“Hey. Didn’t you read the damn letter? I own this place.” He hollers through.
You hate repeating yourself, so you won’t. You turn the music up and sit back down. He continues to wrestle with the door. You’re impressed that it’s holding up.
He finally gives up. You listen to his retreat as he grumbles and promises to be back. You finish the last page and flip to the preview for the next issue. Sure he will. He must have better things to do than hang around this place.
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You flip shut the lid of your mailbox. You shuffle through the bills and flyers. Junk, junk, junk.
“Hey, sweetheart.” The drawl sends a shudder through you, as it does every time your neighbour speaks. “How’s it going today?”
“Mail,” you wave the handful at Pete and head back to your trailer.
He’s quick. He meets you at the bottom of the steps. You keep from rolling your eyes. He wears one of his tacky printed shirts with the short sleeves, the buttons undone a bit too far down his chest.
“Anything good? Huh? You know, I got some interesting coupons in mine.” He reaches into his front pocket and slides out the paper from behind his pack of smokes. “Can’t really use ‘em myself but think you could.”
He holds out 30% off advert from some lingerie shop in the mall. You never bother going that far and you don’t wear thongs. You frown and shake your head. He cackles.
“I could take ya down there. Got the transmission on my Camaro sorted.” He offers.
“Scuse me.” You try to side step him. He blocks you as he puts his hands on his hips, crushing the coupons.
“Ah, well, maybe that boy toy banging on your door will take ya instead. You didn’t tell me you had a daddy, sweetie.” He scoffs.
You grimace. What?
“He’s got taste, gotta give him that. Beemer, prada shoes…” He snorts.
You shake your head. “Can you move?”
“Ah, I like that about you, sweetie. You look so nice but you’re so damn… blunt.” He reaches to touch you and you swat his arm away.
“I’m busy.”
“You’re tense,” he tries again and you back out of his reach. “Come on. Petey can give you a nice neck massage. Claudia says I got the magic touch.”
“No.” You slap his hand with the mail. “Ex. Cuse. Me.”
He chortles again and sighs. He bites his lip as he looks you up and down. “When Richie Rich tosses you, I’ll still be ‘round, sweetie.” He winks. “You know where to find me.”
You stare blankly ahead as you step around him. There’s a tickle up your leg but you quickly evade it. You just as swiftly swing through the screen door and close the inside one. You twist the latch and huff.
You hear Pete laugh again. You throw the mail on the messy table and peek through the curtains. You quickly back away before he can catch you. You make sure the curtains don’t let in an ounce of light or his leer.
You make a point of minding your business. Why can’t other people just do the same?
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event | kinkmas 2023
prompt | somnophilia
pairing | dark!stepdad!pete brenner x reader
warnings | stepcest (stepdad!pete is sooo sleazy.) soft dark!pete. reader is giving innocent vibes. noncon + somnophilia (reader is asleep.) age gap (reader is college age, pete is 40+.) slight daddy kink (pete refers to himself as such.) nipple play. fingering. oral (f receiving.) forced orgasm. squirting.
word count | 913
an | this is my first time writing pete brenner so please be nice!! i hope you all enjoy <33 he's so sleeeazzy, i need him :'))) also i'm just making as many taylor references as i can at this point, im not sorry about it lol
Eyes trailing up your unmoving form, Pete forced himself to swallow down the low groan building in his throat. The pale moonlight pouring in your bedside window was just bright enough to give view to your perfect figure. Taking in the delicate features of your resting face, the older man swore he was laying over a sleeping angel.
He knew what he was doing would be considered wrong by most. But Pete never had too much trouble ignoring his decayed conscience. When the opportunity had presented itself, it was just too good to pass up. You were home from college for the weekend, and your mother was away on a business trip. That left you alone with plenty of time to bond with your affable new stepdad, who you had no idea was such a raging pervert beneath his friendly smile and easy-going temperament.
The man tried to keep his hands steady as he dared to pull aside the fluffy white blanket covering your unconscious frame. When he saw what you were wearing: a skimpy satin nightgown with lacey straps and little bows along the seams, Pete cursed your unfeigned innocence, "Shit, babydoll. You're not makin' this any easier for yourself."
You were a heavy sleeper; that much he knew. He had seen it firsthand a few times when you had dozed off during movie nights with your mom. He brought a careful hand up to test out the waters, gently pawing at your breast as it rose and fell with your elongated breaths. Receiving no reaction, Pete smiled. He grew a bit bolder, gently teasing his fingertips over the slight tent in the fabric where your unguarded nipple lay. The removal of the blanket was already causing a shift in your body heat, both of your tiny pebbles growing semi-hardened at the drop in temperature.
Your body twitched, your plump lips letting out a quiet sigh as his even hand moved in circles over the stiffening nub. "There. That's nice, isn't it, angel?" he hummed, his other hand venturing to the hem of your nightgown's skirt. As lightly as he could manage, he pushed the fabric up to bunch over your tummy, his eyes widening at the sight of your lacey white panties. "Oh sweetheart," he sighed, his cock throbbing in his boxers at the sight of your clothed mound, "you have no fuckin' idea what you're doing to me."
Your slumbering body was cooperative as he eased your legs apart, scooting himself up a bit as he lay flat on his stomach, his head easing up between your bare thighs. Seeing you shiver slightly, he rubbed a large hand over your legs to warm you up. "Don't worry, baby. Daddy'll take care of you. You just lie there and keep lookin' pretty." The man was practically drooling as he peeled the strip of fabric covering your precious petals away, pushing it carefully to the side. At the sight of your little cunt glistening with the smallest bit of wetness, Pete let out a muffled chuckle. "My naughty girl," he cooed, rolling your nipple a bit more forcefully now between his thumb and finger.
Your little body was rocking gently, pulses of pleasure coursing through your limbs despite your deep state of unconsciousness. Licking his lips, Pete brought both hands down to gently part your folds, exposing your leaky hole to his hungry eyes. "Oh princess," he murmured lovingly, gently prodding the tip of a finger against your itty bitty opening, "so tight down here, aren't you? Daddy'll have to be careful with you, huh baby? Be nice and gentle for my girl."
He dipped his head down, teasing the tip of his tongue in place of his finger. The taste of your sweet, slippery juices only worsened his raging hard-on. Dragging his tongue up to your tiny clit, he traced the little nub in gentle circles, his elbows coming to rest over your thighs as your hips began to buck softly. "That's it, angel. So sweet for me," his hum was slurred as he gently slipped his finger inside you before wrapping his lips around your twitching button.
He pumped his digit in and out at a steady pace, finding your tender ceiling with ease as he nursed your clit. He could feel your core warming beneath him, your poor legs starting to shake weakly as you were worked up to an orgasm in the midst of your unwavering sleep. Soft little whines began rising in your throat as you were brought to the edge by your sinful stepfather's efforts. Seeing your climax approaching, Pete pulled his lips away from your burning nub, replacing them with his thumb. He wanted to see your precious little face as you came; he wanted to watch as your orgasm was forced out of you.
Soon it was, and it hit you with more force than he was expecting. As your cunt contracted helplessly around his single finger, a wave of glistening juices sprayed out onto your printed sheets. The man's grin only widened as he carried you through your high, not slowing his ministrations until your shaking died down. Breaths staggering, you were somehow still fast asleep, pussy dripping shamelessly onto Pete's fingers and the bed below.
Exiting you slowly, he brought his drenched digit up to savor your juices as his greedy gaze remained locked on you. "Oh pretty girl," he murmured with a breathy laugh, "the fun I'm gonna have with you..."
Pick a piece of dialogue and/or a location + a kink.
I will open prompts for one specific character for a few hours over the day and repost the left over dialogue with the remaining characters.
You’re also more than welcome to suggest your own if you find none of them spark any inspo for you.
The prompts will be gathered and written into a full chapter, but you will be provided with a snippet!
You will find the individual prompt lists as they’re released below to get an idea of what’s to come:
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 ⤷ Monday’s are for Ari
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 ⤷ Tuesday’s are for Curtis
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 ⤷ Wednesday’s are for Steve
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 ⤷ Thursday’s are for Jake
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 ⤷ Friday’s are for Pete
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 ⤷ Saturday’s are for Lloyd
𝓛𝓪𝔃𝔂 𝓢𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓪𝔂:
𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝑅𝑒𝓈𝓉: You can give suggestions for how Sugar spends her rest day.
𝒯𝓌𝑜 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒪𝓃𝑒: Team up two of the men + a kink and let’s see what they do.
𝓖𝓮𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓽𝓼:
Pick a line or two of dialogue from the previous chapters, and I will make a gif set.
𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓦𝓱𝓸’𝓼 𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝓣𝓸𝔀𝓷:
Pick a VIP and a general want and receive a drabble.
You can either choose from the list of VIPs already or suggest one of your very own— this does not have to be a C.E character.
If I find I don’t know a character all too well, I will work with you to try and make it a reality, but I can’t make any kinds of promises and you will be allowed to swap/change your character or pick another prompt.
A/N: Written for @the-slumberparty's December Daze Challenge.
Prompt: i didn't know the egg nog was spiked!
A/N2: Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.
Warnings: Implied drugging with alcohol, Not taking "no" for an answer. Let me know if I missed any!
Another year, another Christmas wedding that isn't yours. At this point you were certain you'd never get any wedding, let alone one at your second favorite holiday. Maybe it was for the best. Your job had you traveling too much for a sustained relationship. Maybe you can be an example for the others to be grateful for what they have.
Then again, if "what they have" is anything like Pete, the groomsman you've been paired with, they'd be better off single. He's apparently bought into the stereotype that bridesmaids are desperate and needy because he has yet to stop hounding you, trying to entice you back to his hotel room. No matter how many times you told him you're not interested. You'd even started only pretending to drink anything he hands you during the rehearsal dinner. He made you grateful the happy couple had decided on going alcohol free for the wedding reception as he was likely to ply you, or any other target, with whatever libation he could get them to drink.
You duck out of the dinner as soon as you're politely able, hoping you can get to your room before Pete even notices you're missing. It's kinda late so there's almost no one around. As you turn the corner to get to you're room you almost walk into a very tall, lean, handsome man in a suit.
"Oh, my apologies," he says, his accent catching your attention.
"It's okay. These things happen," you assure just before you notice how blue his eyes are. You think you could get lost in them.
"Are you alright?"
"Oh, yes, I'm just...I'm with the wedding party?"
"Oh! You aren't joining them for the rehearsal dinner?"
"I just need some time away from the crowd, you know?"
"Ah, yes," he nods. "Crowds can be cumbersome, especially when you are not used to them."
You smile at him, still a little lost at how handsome he is. "I'm just glad they gave us a discount on the rooms."
He smiles back, "it is hotel policy for hosted events." When you give him a confused look he continues, "I am the Night Manager of the hotel. You caught me doing my rounds."
"Oh, I'm so sorry! I should let you get back to work."
"I do appreciate that," he says, but you swear you see a hint of disappointment on his face. "But if there's anything you need, please do not hesitate to ask for me, Jonathan Pine, at the front desk."
You giggle and give him your own name before you part ways for the night.
The wedding goes well and you're all smiles for the happy couple. The reception is themed like a Christmas Dinner, complete with eggnog. It's not your favorite drink, but in the spirit of the event, you have a few glasses. Especially as it pairs well with the dessert heavy menu.
Around your fourth cup you start to realize you're feeling buzzed. Initially you'd brushed it off as excitement from the event, or maybe even all the sugar, but this is a feeling you distinctly remember as alcohol induced. You start patting the person sitting next to you mumbling, "alcohol," "eggnog," but they don't react.
Other people seem to have caught on as well and they've started making the rounds, checking in on everyone after removing the alcohol.
When they get to you, Pete puts an arm around you. "I'll get her to her room," he says. His voice is laced with fake concern. You don't want him to take you and you try to fight, try to argue, but you just seem like a whiny drunk so your protests are ignored.
"I didn't want it to be like this," Pete whispers as you reach the elevator to your floor. "I really tried to be a gentleman but you forced my hand."
The elevator doors open a couple floors before yours and you almost cry from relief when you see Jonathan enter. Pete painfully squeezes your arm, the warning clear, so you pray that Jonathan can see the panic in your eyes.
"Is the reception over already?" Jonathan inquires, looking at you.
"Eggnog got spiked," Pete answers. "Helping this one get to her room to sleep it off."
"Oh how dreadful! And in my hotel!" Jonathan seethes. "Any idea who did it?"
The elevator dings as you reach your floor. Pete quickly moves you into the hallway saying, "nope. No idea. Probably just a bad prank."
Jonathan follows the two of you, "what kind of prank is that to pull? Seems like a bad omen for the poor couple."
"Nah, probably just someone being dumb," Pete argues. "I know a few of the people on the groom's side would definitely be the type to think it's just a bit of fun."
When you reach the door to your room, Pete starts feeling you up, presumably for your key. You keep trying to bat his hands away, but he doesn't stop.
"I think the lady doesn't want you to touch her," Jonathan observes.
"She's being a pain and not letting me help her into her room," Pete argues. You start crying, babbling, and slapping at him, encouraged by Jonathan's words.
Jonathan pulls Pete away from you. Suddenly without a support, you fall against the wall and try to keep yourself standing. As Pete protests, Jonathan stands between the two of you and pulls a flask out of Pete's inner pocket. Pete tries to get it back, but Jonathan holds him at arm's length and takes a sniff of the flask.
"Smells rather potent," Jonathan comments. "I wonder if it would be a match for the spiked eggnog."
Pete stops trying to fight him and puts on his best used-car-salesman expression. "C'mon, man, I was just trying to have some fun and get laid. Can you blame me?"
"Yes."
"It's not like any real harm was done!"
"Sir, you could have poisoned dozens of people with this antic, or worse."
"It's not poison, it's just alcohol!"
"Which someone may be allergic or addicted to."
Pete rolls his eyes, "it's not that big of a deal!"
"And then you try to abscond with this lady, whom you've been harassing throughout the entire event."
"Harassing? That's a bit strong---"
"Did you not try to bribe one of my staff for a copy of her room key just last night?" Pete goes quiet at that. "You will leave my hotel now or I will call the police."
"Whatever," Pete grumbles as he turns back to the elevator.
It isn't until the elevator doors close that Jonathan pulls out his walkie-talkie and makes some orders about making sure Pete leaves, getting the reception cleaned up, and refunding half the money the couple spent on renting the reception area.
While he does that, you struggle to keep yourself upright. Your cardkey is in the sleeve of your glove. You can't reach it so you take the glove off, only to have the key fall to the floor. You struggle to bend down and pick it up and almost fall flat on your face but, thankfully, Jonathan catches you before that happens.
"My apologies, Madam," he sighs. "I should have gotten you settled first.
You try to shake your head and say it's okay but, between the alcohol, the adrenaline spike and the events of the day, you're crashing, barely awake.
Jonathan gets you into your room and onto your bed. "I will make sure you get the best breakfast our chefs can make, along with some advil and water when you awake." He places a card next to the phone. "Simply call me when you are awake, and I will make sure you are taken care of."
You're barely able to mumble your thanks before you fall asleep.
You wake up with a surprisingly mild headache. Memories of last night start filtering in and your breath catches as you remember the fear you felt. And then your rescue. You look over to the phone and see the card there.
Taking some time to wake up, take a shower, put on some more comfortable clothes, you ponder whether or not to take Mr. Pine up on his offer. By the time you're feeling more like yourself, you decide to treat yourself to some good food.
You call up Jonathan and he sounds delighted that you've accepted his offer. Feeling bold, you even ask if he'd be willing to join you for that breakfast, as you find his company quite calming and pleasant, though you don't say that part out loud. You swear you hear a smile in his voice as he agrees to join you.
Summary: She was like a Delta kite; created for flight and triumph. Only her line was wrapped around the fingers of her Boss.
Pairing: Dark Mob Boss!Pete Brenner | Naive Mobster!Reader.
Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Pete Brenner. This story contains dark and mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.
Warning(s): Dubcon (just to be safe), innocent!reader (as innocent as can be), boss!Pete, assassin!reader, corruption kink, age gap (reader is early 20's, Pete is late 40's), Daddy kink, pet names, fingering, p-in-v penetration, thumb sucking, biting, possible degradation and humiliation, power imbalance, boob play, slapping, dark themes.
Note: Yes, I am obsessed with this handsome jerk. Feedback is much appreciated 🩷
MASTERLIST
Naturally, Boss was very pleased.
"Good job, everyone" Pete was leaning against the edge of his heavy work table in his home -that was a literal mansion- office, hands resting in the pockets of his grey dress pants. A long mission that had run the course of half a year had finally concluded tonight at the hands of his ace assassin, Y/n, with the assurance that it was going to earn him millions.
"Okay…" He nodded at the team that had been involved; a line of stern faced cruelty hardened men staring back at him. Some had beards, the others hair that touched their shoulders and the few left still the pinkness of early youth in their cheeks. "Dismissed, drinks and dinner are on the house… You earned it" the parting announcement made the younger members, namely Jake, Syd and Bryce, cheer as they turned to leave but not before the dark haired boy with the long hair reached out for the quiet figure that was still in a corner of the dimly lit room; engulfed in darkness.
Pete was quick to notice Syd beckoning Y/n to join them. When the girl made no movement to accept or reject the offer, the Boss half-smiled to himself before he broke up the rising chant of the boys that meant to urge the girl to join them.
"Y/n, stay behind" he pretended not to have noticed the commotion, acting like it was pure business as always. Though his words caused Curtis to tense up and pause mid-turn, bearded jaw clenching as all of them had at least a faint idea -the older members more than that- of what went down when the Boss made the young girl stay behind. Though a quick look from Ari and a quiet arm squeeze from Steve had the man force his feet to move with much will but only after he had closed his fists in tight balls to endure his growing rage.
The younger boys deflated as Jake pouted at Pete, but a challenging eyebrow raise from the older man made all three boys cower before they dragged the one with the spectacles away. And now the room was empty. Pete looked up at the shadowed figure and smiled, holding a hand out invitingly as he awaited obedience.
Y/n had been trained not to move a single muscle until the Boss ordered it, and so she finally moved now. Beginning to close the distance between herself and the only semblance of family and belonging she had, the girl felt her eyes flinch a little when the light hanging above Pete's head hit them. A reciprocative smile made its way on her face as she fished a hand out of her jacket pockets and placed it in his bigger one.
As the Boss' eyes traveled from her pretty face to the hand, the man's widening smile suddenly declined and turned into a scowl instead. He now held his other one out with a stern expression. Pete had heard Fowler had recently hired himself an assassin who was as good as Y/n, but he hadn't believed it until now that his sweet girl's scratched up hands lay in his. It wasn't usual for her to get injured in any way.
Taking care of business unscathed was her specialty.
"Aw, babygirl" crumbling up the digits streaked with red in his palms, the man raised them to his lips and began to pepper kisses all over them. "Oh… Daddy is so sorry…" Her head shook on instinct.
No.
Daddy could never hurt her.
It was forbidden for him to apologize, always.
Because he could never be in the wrong.
"It's not your fault, sir." Y/n replied defensively. "It wouldn't have happened if I had practiced well. I have gotten way too confident recently. I am the one who should be apologizing– in fact," she was on her knees in an instant. "I am sorry, Boss. I should have been better" Pete couldn't help but crack a smile at his Magnum Opus.
"I am sure you will be," He sickly widened his legs and bit his lip when the girl responded by crawling in the space gladly. "Now that you know what went wrong… You'll definitely fix it, hm?" The girl nodded as she resisted the urge to give in to instinct and nuzzle her face in his crotch. But Pete liked it so much when she did so! "You took an oath after all… remember?" Manly fingers slipped into soft hair and short nails scratched against warm scalp.
Y/n's eyelids fluttered as she felt him guide her head closer to his nether regions. "Y- Yes, sir–" the clicks of his tongue signalling disapproval stopped her.
"Now, now, sweets. You can do better than that~" Pete cooed as he hooked one foot under her ass and caressed the cheek.
The girl pinked at that and the man smirked upon noticing it. "S- Sorry… I meant… meant…" Pete hummed as he nodded encouragingly. "Meant… Daddy…" Desperate for cover, she turned her face to the side and nuzzled it in his thigh as her hands hung above her, still clasped in his.
The word always made her feel silly. She wasn't little anymore and Pete wasn't her father, yet he insisted she call him that whenever they were alone.
Because you will always be my little girl no matter what. A flashback of when he had taken her on this very table with her legs bent over his shoulders answered her question.
And then…
Daddies take care of their little girls and since I take care of you, I am your Daddy, aren't I? Another one pooled before her vision. Her pussy clenched as her teeth pulled her bottom lip between them. He had made her sit on his cock when he had taught her that one. The VIP room of one of his many clubs had been dark and his guests for the evening had entered right after. Oh, how her Boss had cruelly made the girl serve drinks to all of them. Every movement, every reach, every friendly chuckle had thoroughly tortured her aching core and had left her unbearably sensitive where their bodies were connected. It was a punishment, after all. For questioning the Boss and objecting to her Daddy's wish.
"There's my girl~" Pete unsnaked his fingers from her hair now, patting her cheek praisingly before cupping the back of her head. "You did a really good job today still" kissing her fingers one last time and making a mental note to tend to them after he was done with her, he let go. "And I think my sweet pup has earned herself a little reward still, what do you think?"
Y/n's eyes lit up with the excitement of a child walking into a candy store. She looked up at him and eagerly nodded, bouncing on the heels of her feet in exaggerated enthusiasm that she meant with all her heart. This girl kneeling in between Pete's legs and kissing all over his thighs and crotch with hopes of appeasing him was the stark contrast of the unforgiving, numbed out cold blooded killer that had flooded the Fowler mansion with guts and flesh by her blades tonight.
But that was exactly what she had been brought up to be. Taken in by the then Boss Brenner at a very young age after her whole family had been massacred due to a blood feud and thrown in the lowest ranks to frankly be torn and devoured by the predatory ambition filled trainees of what was Pete's mob now, she had fought her way up until she was one of his top people.
Though she had retained her femininity -as the superficial men of the group liked to call it-, the girl had the menace and cunning of a viper. However, Y/n's only mental development had been in the realm of survival; her sole art mutilation and horror. Taken in and under the protective (though only physical) wing of the warden overseeing the training house she had grown up in, the girl was naive to everything else other than the above.
It was ironic how she had mastered what most people fear and refrain from knowing anything about but was a stranger to everything that is basic knowledge to the normal person.
So when she had caught Pete's attention at the ripe age of 19, the Boss had taken it upon himself to first test and then teach her all she was ignorant to.
Although in his own way, of course.
When Pete's veins had warmed up from the soft kisses Y/n was pressing all over his nether regions, he gently stood up. The sound of his blood pumping audible in his ears, the man used his crotch to push her face away with the full intention of doing so and then smirked when her eyes crinkled shut at the impact, causing the tip of her nose to rub against his hard-on.
"Come on, little pup." Looking over his shoulder, the mobster held his hand out for the eager girl to take. "Let's go" he spoke after she had obeyed, staggering a little in her attempt to stand up as the man had started to walk already. Pete could imagine her sexy chest jiggling in her tightly zipped leather jacket as she jogged to match his pace.
"Missed Daddy…" Now her voice was a tender whimper as she rubbed her cheek against his arm, tightening her hold on his hand. She had a habit of getting sensitive after a relatively dangerous mission. Yearning for Pete before walking into a job was instinct at this point, the longing to crawl back into his arms a drive and the need to feel him all over her body again a motivation. He was her home and world alike.
Nothing else mattered to her, not really.
After years of everyone breaking, beating and scarring her, Daddy was the man who had finally praised her for her efforts. He alone had treated her like a person and not an attack dog. Instead of making her feel sub-human due to what was between her legs, he had made her feel special; needed. Pete was the one who had taught her that she could be held, caressed, kissed, complemented, rewarded. He had shown her that she deserved more than being slapped and slashed.
Though she was to receive this treatment only by his hand, for any other man trying to treat her in even a similar manner to his could only mean ill. As the world was ugly like that.
But Pete wouldn't. Because he loved her and only meant well. Even when he punished or berated her it was for her own good.
Because he cared.
"Hmm, you did?" When she nodded and began to climb the stairs that lead to his master bedroom beside him, he raised an eyebrow. "How…?" A giggle escaped the girl when the man playfully leaned in. "Where?"
"E- Everywhere!" Her face flushed as she pressed herself in his side shyly, whimpering out her next words. "A- And…" The fingers of her free hand raised to touch her neck. "H- Here…" Now they hovered over her covered nipples as she blushed harder. "Here…" Pete's growing smirk made her whine under her breath before she spoke again. "A- And here…" Her fingertips pressed against her clothed crotch.
"Mmm…" The man felt his adrenaline increase with every step he took towards the room. "What about… here?" Images of everytime he fucked her face and throat raw flashed before Y/n's eyes when his fingers grazed against her lips, a devious grin spread across his handsome– smug face.
"DADDY!" The girl squealed and the man chuckled, coming to a halt when she shyly jumped in his size to conceal herself from his eyes. "Y- You're so… bad…!" Pete let out a comically evil laugh as he bent to scoop her form up against his shoulder before he started to basically race to the room.
"Oh, yes! And now the big bad monster will eat his little puppy up!" The sounds of her shrill giggles bouncing off the walls could easily fool a stranger. Going off of this sight alone, they would never be able to guess just what kind of cruelty was about to take place in that bedroom.
Hell, not even one of the two parties had the faintest idea.
Which was why a furious Curtis who was ready to charge his way back to the Boss all the way from the foyer was dragged away and out by a grunting Ransom and one struggling Ari.
Y/n landed on the King sized bed with a thump but before she could let out an oof her hands were prying at her clothes to hurriedly peel them off much like the man in front of her. The sight of Pete's shirtless body caused for a shiver to rise between her moist folds.
The girl couldn't help but bite her lip as she let her eyes savor the sight. His body was perfect; nothing more and nothing less. Not too soft and not too hard and ripped like those of many of her coworkers, the Boss was the most attractive man she had ever seen. Widening the space between her legs, the assassin laid back as she reached for her core as nothing turned her on more than a sweaty and breathless Pete furiously ripping his expensive clothes off for her, dark eyes watching her form like those of a predator. The dim lights bounced off the sharp edges of his body and hugged the softer parts such as his stomach in the most ethereal way.
Though her descent into the ultimate condition where her mind shut off and senses heightened was cut short when her fingers that were toying with her clit were smacked away. The Boss clicked his tongue in disapproval as the girl furrowed her brows in lust driven confusion.
"That's Daddy's to play with" his voice was husky as he wrapped his fingers around her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed with a rough jerk, the sudden movement causing the girl to gasp in shock. "Bad puppy" putting emphasis on his disapproval at her prior actions, Pete kneeled in front of her and started to kiss her thighs that were coated with evidence of arousal. The man smirked to himself when Y/n whimpered sensitively from where his goatee tickled her tender skin, a jolt exploding in her spine when he suddenly bit down in the junction between her thigh and pelvis.
"Daddy!" Scratched fingers desperately reached for light brown hair that was sleeked back. "Sorry, Daddy!" Rough, manly hands squeezed and pulled at the greatest ass Pete had ever seen. An open mouth kiss from him caused another explosion, although this time in her loins. "Please… please… Oh!" Y/n was definitely the louder lover between them.
"Please what, hm baby?" Licking his pre-cum coated lips, Pete moved her hands off his hair to lean back and connect his fingers to her core this time. "Tell, Daddy what you want. He can't know otherwise" softly cupping the curve between her legs, the man let his thumb lazily drag against the thick folds in a continuous vertical motion that was too slow to do anything for the hot blooded girl.
"D- Daddy…!" Y/n's toes twisted as she tried to grind against his finger only to fail due to the iron grip he had on her ass.
"Yes, puppy?"
"Daddy… Daddy…" His dark and stern gaze was making her heart pound harder. She wanted– needed him everywhere all at once. Against, inside, outside, above, below, front, back, up, down… and any other way possible.
"You can do it, puppy." Pete encouragingly urged her on while he caressed her thigh with his other hand, thumb now prodding at her weeping entrance. "Come on… Do it for Daddy…"
"N- Need you so bad, Daddy!" The girl finally willed herself to cry out, cursing and arching her back only to whine in frustration when she realized that he still wasn't letting his digit penetrate her where she wanted him most. "Please, need you e- everywhere… A- All over… please… Please!"
Fuck.
Pete briefly chewed on his lip before continuing to enjoy the sight for as long as possible. "How about we start off slow and safe with my fingers?" He had never really expected her of all people and girls to turn out this needy and desperate for him. But here she was; leaking and writhing. Begging and panting like a whore.
She was so much worse off than him.
"A- Anything! Please, sir! Anything– everything! Just please fuck me!" The girl spoke like she had been trained to do so, hissing in a breath as her eyes clenched shut when the man finally let his middle finger glide down the length of her core before it found its rightful place inside her awaiting entrance.
Her walls squelched as they unwillingly parted to accommodate his thick digit, hips slowly moving to get used to the invasion as she gasped out loud and reached to squeeze his other hand that was palming one of her boobs now. Pete winced as he felt his rock hard cock graze against the wooden side of the bed, teeth sinking down into one of her thighs to withstand the stimulation.
"Oh… Oh, Daddy! T- Thank you so much…" Y/n moaned out loud as she felt his hand release her tit only to reach for her mouth and circle her lips before slipping inside. "Mowe, Dawddy… Mowe…" The thumb hurdled her speech and she gave in, clasping her lips around it the way she had been taught and got to sucking.
"There's my little pup" Pete praised as he pumped his finger in and out of her at a steady pace, peppering kisses and tiny bites all over thighs. He sucked some spots to leave marks and nibbled on a couple old ones. It made her cry out before clenching around his finger. "Now be a sweetheart and show Daddy how you'd like him to take care of those slutty little fat fuck handles" he was readying his index finger that was presently swiping against her clit for penetration now. "Geez, all that tit and for what? You wanna open a milk bank or some shit you slutty little puppy?" The girl could only clench harder as she reached for her chest.
Even his degrading words made her feel awfully sexy.
Y/n was convinced that she was the luckiest little girl ever.
Her Daddy was the best.
"I- If ith pweases you, Dawddy~" Pete couldn't help but smirk at her unwavering obedience as she continued to suck at his thumb, hands clasping around her tits now.
"Atta girl" his second finger pushed and forced its way inside her tight and hot cavern, the sensation making her almost bite down on the digit that violated her mouth. Y/n's hold on her breasts tightened. "Hm…?" Tilting his head to the side at the sight, Pete began to pump his thumb in and out of her mouth, also speeding up the invasion of her petals. "That all, pup? Sure ya don't want Daddy to do anything else to those sweet little titties?" His own speech was being impeded by his increasing need to mount her like a wild animal.
The young girl shook her head vehemently as she whined at how fast he was finger fucking her sensitive little pussy now, the loud squelching sounds of flesh rubbing and slapping loud in the otherwise quiet room. Twisting her toes to withstand the pounding she was being subjected to, Y/n jerked her tits up and down before pinching her nipples in a manner that made her moan amidst everything and then pull them as far as her skin would allow, moaning all the while as she imitated the man's treatment of them.
Pete snickered as he made use of his thumb to flick her clit before he added a third finger to her hole that was beginning to get ready for his cock. This precaution was necessary, as the organ had messed her up in more than one way on more than one occasion.
Perks of a virgin, he humorously supposed.
"Dirty, dirty pup" depriving her of his thumb with a pop, Pete softly smacked her cheek before cursing at the way her head lolled to the side. His hand now reached for his swollen and crimson cock to aid the ache thumping in his balls, biting his lip at the sight of her own thumb slipping in her mouth. Just how he liked it.
The man wondered what her Robinhood of a fuck father would have thought if he was to see her now.
Pupils blown, nose flared, face flushed, tits perked and pussy clenched as her screams bounced off the walls, chest rising as she orgasmed. Her thighs tightened around his shoulders to try and brace herself for the mind shattering orgasm that was flooding through her body.
As Pete flipped her over and unplugged her quivering hole with a loud plop only to quickly plunge it back shut with his cock so he could enjoy the post-climax hypersensitivity before abusing it in every way he desired, the man snorted under his breath. Wrapping all the hair he could gather around one hand and pushing his cum coated fingers into her mouth before pulling it open from one side, Boss Brenner watched his mob's former rival's daughter arch her back as she stared back, eyes drooping and lazy as she willingly let him blow her back. Inaudible praises and pleads spilled from her flushed mouth.
It was no use pondering the what ifs now for Pete had mutilated Boss Y/L/N and his entire family himself that one eventful night decades ago. It was the same night his father's men had taken Y/n, now his precious puppy but then only a baby, to his father to decide what to do with her because the girl was far too young to be subjected to the same fate as her siblings and parents. Lucky for Pete who neither cared nor really knew of your existence back then, his father had shared the mercy of his top men.
Well, the man decided there was no way for him to ever know what his puppy's father would think of what had become of her. Or rather, what old Boss Brenner's son had made of his daughter.
For better, or worse.
Mostly better, he decided as he pulled all the way out only to smash his cock back in, causing the tip to hit the girl's spongy bundle of sensitive nerves as she let out a final cry before her arms gave out and she collapsed.
Summary — You work hard to entice the biggest possible client for your company, but he has his own ideas for you to make him say yes.
Warnings — implied noncon/dubcon, coercion, power imbalance. There may be more that I forgot to mention but please read with caution.
Word Count — 986
A/N — Another impromptu fic because the muse was calling for it. Plus, the babies were wanting and who am I to say no and not deliver. Un-beta and no editing has been done so may be sloppy. But we all love some slop anyway haha!
As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and your reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope y'all enjoy! ❤️
The bored look on Pete’s face has you feeling even more nervous since you walked into his company. You never should have agreed to take on this project, you should have just stayed quiet and allowed Janice to take it. But no—you had to be proactive, you had to shove it in her face that you are just as good as a sales rep as her, maybe even better. Yet now, as you continue on with your spiel, the presentation you’ve worked so hard on only looks to be going down the drain.
“Next slide.” Pete says, making you stutter in surprise but simply doing as you’re told and leaning down on your laptop to tap the key. The audible groan that emits from him has you edge as you do.
“Our product not only surpasses the ones like it but it’s tested and proven to do more.” You say with the remaining enthusiasm left in your system. “If you can see from the studies we’ve conducted, Jan—”
“Yawn.” Pete utters while actually doing so, leaning against the seat and resting his elbow atop the table, his cheek leaning on his fist. “Is there any version of this where we end up fucking?”
That stops you. Your brows furrowed in confusion with the words that just rolled out of his mouth.
“Excuse me?” You say, disgust and shock curling in your voice.
He chuckles and stands from his seat, exaggeratingly stretching his arms before walking over to you at the end of the long table, fingers grazing over the wooden surface.
“You heard me. That presentation of yours? I’ve seen so many just like it from so many people who, just like you, are desperate for me to say yes.” You hear your heart beat frantically against your chest as he comes closer, your feet taking a step back but no more further as you’re suddenly frozen in place.
“But just like them, I’m going to say no. You know why?”
You don’t know if he’s asking a serious question or simply playing with you, trying to intimidate you with the unknown power he holds over your head.
You don’t respond.
“Let me tell you why. Because it’s boring.” His words are like a vice to your chest. “I’m sure you’ve spent all night perfecting this powerpoint and practicing that speech, but, it just ain’t selling. Nothing about it interests me. Nothing about it makes me want to throw my money at it. And nothing about it makes me say ‘Wow!’”
His large hands trace the edge of your laptop before shutting it close, the room going dim, except for the light coming from the projector as your presentation vanishes.
“Nothing about them draws me in. Except you—” The way he says it makes your skin crawl and you take another step back when you see his eyes run up and down your figure, trapping his tongue between his teeth in the process. “There’s a fire in you. Like you would do anything to prove yourself.” He teases. Stopping just in front of you and framing his hip with his hand, in a way that has you seeing the bulge that has formed in his pants, while his other hand taps against the table, waiting, anticipating your next move.
“So either, you walk out of this room with nothing—a loser like the rest of those chumps waiting outside to talk to me, or you go back to your boss with a big fat sale you can rub onto the one you took this project from.”
Your hand visibly shakes with the tension that’s swirling around you. Is this what you want? To allow this man to order you around and do as he pleases for the sake of your career? What face would you show Daniel if he says no? Pete is one of the biggest clients he’s been chasing and you’ve been stupid enough to try and show off.
Letting out a quivering sigh, you bite your lip and place your notes to the side, looking up at Pete’s face before clenching your fists and looking down at your feet.
“A thousand pieces.” You argue. If you’re losing your dignity, you may as well get something bigger out of it.
“You bend over this table and show me that ass and I’ll think about giving you seven hundred.” He bargains, a playful smirk forming on his lips—a sign of his victory and your defeat.
It’s less yet still more than your initial ask.
Nodding and once more releasing a breath, you lift up your pencil skirt to reveal your backside and lean against the table just like he’s asked. You bite your tongue to stop the yelp that wants to push from your lips when he slaps your ass and whimper in fear and hatred for this man when he grabs you by the waist and presses his clothed erection against you.
“Make it worth my while, Sweetheart. My time ain’t cheap.”
“There’s our superstar!” Daniel says in oblivious excitement when you walk back into your department, Janice and the rest of your co-workers looking at you with expectation in their eyes. “Well?” Daniel prompts. “How many did he get?”
“Fifteen hundred with a possible order next month.” You say in resignation and present him the order slip signed by Pete with a note requesting for another meeting next week. Shock fills his eyes as he stares down at the paper before he punches the air in obvious celebration.
“No fucking way!” Janice says in disbelief, yet the others surround you, bidding their congratulations.
“What did you tell him?” One of your co-workers asks.
“What did you do?” Another.
“She did her fucking best, that’s what.” Daniel says in excitement before hugging you tight. “I never doubted you one second, champ. I’m glad I gave you this account.”
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: you've been talking to a guy online and finally decide to take your relationship offline. (plus!reader)
Characters: Pete Brenner
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It seems like every get-together is a couples' thing now. You're not jealous, it's just a bit awkward. Being the only one at the table without a 'babe' at their side makes you feel left out. The way Felicia keeps chewing on Weston's ear really makes you uncomfy.
“So, when are you gonna bring a dude? Must get weird.” Evan as good as speaks your mind.
“Pfft,” Mila scoffs. “She has a ‘guy’.” She makes a show of curling her fingers around the last word.
“So he says,” Ilana chuckles.
You frown. It’s one thing for them to tease you in private, but you don’t think their boyfriends need to know your business. You shrug.
“Whatever. It’s nothing.” You clear your throat.
Felicia giggles. “LDR. Some guy she met online.”
“Oh, you mean some creep?” Weston chirps.
“Hey, shut up,” you pout.
“The magic of AI, huh?” Spencer snickers.
“You guys don’t need to worry about it,” you retort defensively. “We’re just chatting.”
“You told me he’s your boyfriend,” Mila teases.
“Just leave it alone,” you cross your arms and sit back against your chair.
“We’re just playin’,” Felicia chides.
“Loosen up,” Ilana adds.
“We just want to know when we’re going to meet this mysterious internet hunk,” Mila giggles.
“Catfish,” Evan coughs into his fist.
You roll your eyes. “I didn’t come here for you to make fun of me.”
“We’re not making fun of you,” Ilana insists. “We’re just saying, you never really know who’s on the other side of the keyboard.”
“I know that, okay? It’s why… I haven’t met him or anything. I told you we’re just… talking.”
“Uh huh. Is that why you’re always in your phone?” Felicia challenges.
You scowl and throw your hands up. You can feel your phone vibrating now. You’ve been ignoring it for the last few minutes.
“I’m not always…” you sigh and drop your shoulders. “You know what, you guys can have your little couples’ night. I’ll go.”
You stand and Ilana huffs. “Really?”
“Well? I get it, okay? You all have your boyfriends and I’m the odd one out.” You swipe up your purse. “I told you that in private, Mila.” You hiss. “So thanks.”
You nearly fall back onto the chair as you try to push it out with the back of your thighs. You can never just do anything gracefully. You’re so awkward. So out of place.
You snatch up your jacket and scarf, and stumble and shove the chair out of your way. You stomp up to the hostess’ desk. You pay, cheeks burning, and leave with barely a strand of pride intact. You’re not just humiliated, you’re disappointed. You were looking forward to a girls’ night out. You should’ve known better.
You go to the bus stop and shiver beside the shelter. You rub your thighs together as you try to keep warm, your breath fogging in the evening chill. You take out your phone to distract yourself.
‘Hey princess. Hows it goin?’
It’s the first of several messages. You can’t help but smile as you twist back and forth. Your fingers tingle from the cold as you scroll through the missed texts.
‘Sorry. Told you I was going out. Headed home now.’
The message swoops up into the chat and you peer down the street. Come on, you just want to go home and get warm. Your phone vibes again.
‘Early night. How was it?’
You twist one foot and sigh. You don’t want to tell him the truth. Mostly because you’re not so sure your friends are wrong. As much as you want Pete to be real, even with all the photos he’s sent and the phone calls, you just can’t help but doubt your own naivety.
‘Fun. I’m sleepy so I’m calling it.’
You send as headlights turn the corner. It’s a bus, just not yours. The reply buzzes in your hand.
‘Sleepy? Fuck, I wish I was waiting in your bed. Bet you need cuddles, baby girl.’
You nearly let out a bubbly giggle. Pete has a way of brightening your day. You’ve never known anyone like him. Some who likes you so much.
‘Take any cute pics today?’ He asks as you fumble for a sexy counter response. You’re relieved to be given the out.
‘Not really. I’m just standing out here in the cold.’
‘Damn, how come I want you even more. Take a pic, cutie.’
You peek around then lift the phone up as you open the camera. You take a selfie with your chin buried in your scarf. You smile. It makes your cheeks even rounder. You take several shots before you get one where you don’t feel like a big blob.
You send it. ‘It’s freezing. Can you tell?’
‘Sexy. I love those cheeks.’
You make a face at the road. That’s what makes you doubt. How much he likes you despite the obvious. You’re not like your friends, you have a little extra. And unlike them, you never had a real boyfriend. You can’t help but assume the one glaring difference between you all is the reason.
Well, until now… At least, you hope that he’s real.
‘Really?😊’
‘Oh ya. Bet your other ones are just as plush.’
You nearly squeal. ‘I’m in public.’
‘You squirming? For me?’
You look up just in time for the bus to drive up. Your cheeks are fiery as you get on and scan your pass. Your thighs tingle as you walk up the middle of the bus and find a seat.
‘Yes. Someone will notice.’
‘I hope they do, baby. That’s so hot.’
‘🫢’
‘Alright. I’ll take it easy on ya. For now.’
‘Thx.’
‘But I won’t when we meet.’
‘Meet?’
You hit send and lower your phone. You glance around. No one even sees you. That’s the good thing about being you. As paranoid as you are that people are judging you, they never truly notice you. You don’t know what’s worse.
‘I wanted to surprise you.’
You read his reply over and over. How do you answer that? What does he mean? When? How?
You pull the cord and stand up. As you get to the door, your phone shakes unendingly. You step off at your stop and answer Pete’s call.
“You got quiet, princess.” He greets.
The one thing that makes you think he’s who he says he is, is his voice. It just matches the pictures he sent you. Young, cute, blue eyes… And those pictures also make you think he’s just too real for you. Too good.
“Sorry. You did surprise me.” You say. “I…”
“You sound sad, baby, what’sa matter?”
“N-nothing. Just… I thought tonight would be different. But– but– Pete. You said–”
“Yeah, I’m sorry, princess, I’m beating around the bush here.” He drawls. “I’m gonna be in your area so I thought I could stop by. See the real thing. Maybe kiss the real thing…”
“Pete,” you gasp. “Are you serious?”
“What? You don’t want me?”
You nearly choke. How do you even answer that?
“It’s not– it’s just– well, I don’t know. It’s a big… a big thing, isn’t it?”
“Is it? We been talking so long. Missing each other so long.” He groans in a way that makes your insides ripple.
You dig in your purse as you approach your building.
“Princess?” He prompts.
“Sorry, looking for my keys,” they jingle as you pull them out.
“You gonna leave me out in the cold, baby?”
“Erm, no, but… I– when?”
“Next week,” he answers. “I thought I’d come and take you out to dinner.”
“Right…” you pull the door open with a grunt. He purrs again.
“I’m not gonna lie, princess. I need to meet you. I gotta make sure you’re real.”
“Me?”
“You got no idea. That pic of you in your swimsuit…”
You forgot you sent that, or tried to forget.
“Pete,” you squeak as you climb the stairs.
“What? I don’t know. I’m looking at it and I can’t believe those thighs are real–”
“Stop,” you demand.
“Well, how about it? Dinner?”
“Mm. Well, I guess…”
“Kinda hurts my feeling, ya know? I can tell ya think I’m some sort of creep. You don’t wanna meet me or whatever.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to…”
“Sure, sure. I get it. You’re scared. Sweet thing like you, I don’t blame ya. So that’s why I wanna take you out. We’ll meet in public. Scout’s honour, I’ll behave… won’t have a choice with everyone watching.” He chuckles. You don’t find it quite as funny an implication.
“Okay, I think…” you begin. You lean on your apartment door as you unlock it, the phone flush to your cheek. “Yeah, let’s meet.” You say more firmly. You’re going to show your friends that he’s real.
“Great,” he chimes. “It’s gonna be good, princess. I’m gonna treat you. Drinks, dinner… dessert.”
You gulp and giggle nervously. The last word has you all jittery. You haven’t told Pete you’ve never…. Had dessert.
“Sure,” you go inside and close the door, sliding the lock into place. “It’ll be fun.”
“God, I can’t wait, princess,” his breath goes shallow strangely. “I’m so fucking needy for you.”
📱
‘Did you get it?’ Pete’s message confuses you as you read it.
‘Get what?’ You text back as you pause your search for that shade of lip gloss you’re sure you still have.
‘Says it was delivered.’ He replies.
You frown and put your phone down on your makeup chest. Most of it is unused. Products you bought thinking you could be that girl but mostly forgotten out of frustration with your lack of skill.
You go to your apartment door and look out the peep hole. The hall is empty. You open the door and find a package on the floor. It has your name on it.
You bring it inside and go back to your room. You set it on the bed and flinch. You snatch up your phone.
‘How did you get my address?’ You key in and send frantically.
‘You sent me that birthday present, remember? It had a return address.’
Oh. Yeah. You didn’t think that through, did you?
‘Right, sorry. All good.’
‘Open it.’ He sends back.
You hesitate. You put your cell down again and examine the package. You peel back the tape on the flaps and flip them up. Inside, there are smaller packages. You take out the first and unwrap it.
It’s a dress. Not entirely your style. It lacks some length in your opinion. You hold up the mini sheath with the thin straps. There’s a subtle floral pattern imprinted on the fabric. You set it aside and grab the next package.
A box. Shoes. Silver booties with pointed heels. There’s a small box too. A necklace with a big rose quartz heart. It’s cute. Finally, there’s another plastic package at the bottom. Inside, there’s a thong and matching bra; lacy and white.
An incoming call flashes across your cell. You wince and quickly tap answer and put it on speaker.
“What do ya think, princess?” Pete asks.
“Um, cute,” you eke out.
“Sexy. At least it will be on you.” He growls.
“Oh…” your eyes round.
“You can wear it tomorrow for dinner.” He insists.
“Wow, uh, yeah. I can.” You agree thinly.
“You get cold, I’ll give you my jacket,” he chuckles.
“Um, right.”
“Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to dress up for you.” He purrs.
“Yeah, er…”
“What’sa matter?” His voice deepens.
“I’m just nervous,” you hug yourself and sit, putting the phone on your thigh.
“Me too but baby, this is the right time for us. We just finished school, life’s gonna move fast, isn’t it?”
“Sure, uh… I’m sorry. It’s just… I think maybe the dress is… short.” You reach over. “It might not be the right size.”
“You’re welcome to try it on and check. I can expedite a new one.” He offers. “But I got an eye for these things.”
“No, I’m sure it does,” you back track. “I… tomorrow is going to be…”
“Fun,” he intones. “Me and you at last, baby. The real thing.”
“Yeah, it’s exciting,” you shiver. “I can’t wait.”
