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Unintended Consequences - Part 5
Summary: Y/N and Ben had been best friends since the day six year old Y/N dropped her ice cream in front of Ben and he had offered her his. The rest is history. Until Ben went to Hollywood and disappeared for five years, before suddenly waltzing back into Y/Nâs life with one simple request.
A/N: Thank you so much for all your support on this story! I hope you guys continue to enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it! Taglists are open! Please let me know what you think, or if there are tag issues! xx
Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader
Word Count: 5.5k (get a snack!)
Warnings: slight language
MASTERLIST
âHow do you get used to this?â Y/N narrowed her eyes as spied a few people shamelessly starting at the two of them. She stuffed the bite at the end of her fork into her mouth, doing it so aggressively that the metal clinked against her teeth. The sound and feeling enough to make her cringe as Ben snickered at her, attempting in vain to hide his smile. She wanted desperately to roll her eyes, but decided against it since people were already scrutinizing them.
âYou get used to it,â once he finally calmed down he shrugged innocently, not even bothering to look around and see who was watching his every move. It had become so second nature, so normal to him, he paid it no mind, âjust donât acknowledge them.â
âTheyâre just staring and taking pictures,â she hissed at him, trying to adjust herself so she was behind him and no one could capture her. Ben raised an eyebrow as he took a sip of coffee. He used to be so awkward and abhorred getting his picture taken, but apparently five years had changed that. She let out a small sigh and hung her head, âdo they do this all the time? I hate it already; I feel like Iâm under a microscope.â
âPeople are always going to be watching, Y/N. Theyâre going to judge and criticize every single thing you do,â he set his cup down and leaned in closer so only she could hear him, âtheyâre going to talk and say things, and youâre going to see it. The thing to remember is that they donât matter. Their comments donât mean a thing.â
âI suppose itâs a good thing Iâm not a soft little bitch,â letting out a long breath, she bit the inside of her cheek to try and hold back some more smart remarks. Sheâd never been extra sensitive, but it was going to be hard to ignore people blatantly talking about her online. But if Ben had gotten used to it, she supposed she could over time. If she was going to be in this for the long haul, she didnât have much of a choice, âI guess Iâll be good and try to ignore them all. If people do say anything, I guess itâs not a good idea to start fights with strangers on the internet.â
âI wouldnât recommend it,â he agreed giving her a ghost of a smile, ânot a good plan to get on anyoneâs bad side. Unfortunately, all you can do is smile and take it with a grain of salt. Have more dignity than other people.â
"Wow, thank you Dr. Jones for your insightful advice,â she cocked an eyebrow at him, but didnât push the issue. He was right, even if she didnât want to admit it. She grabbed a forkful of egg and shoved it into her mouth, chewing each bite thoroughly to avoid talking to him anymore. Couples had silent breakfasts with one another, didnât they?
âIf you get uncomfortable or scared, just let me know. Iâll make sure youâre safe,â he commented and she could already picture the scene - people herding after them and her tucked under his arm, trying not to either cry or start a fight, âjust-â
âDonât start a fight with anyone,â she acknowledged his sentiment before pouting at him, âyou know, I used to have to protect you and that ended up in fights. Oh, how the tables have turned.â
âWhen was this?â he teased lightly, âweâve only known each other for a few daysâŚunless you know something I donât?â
âOh hardy har har,â she pretended to jab him with her fork, âdidnât know you were going to be so damn serious about this thing.â
âYou get what you ask for.â
âHow about a reversal of the last five years?â
âTouchĂŠ,â he murmured in a defeated tone.
âSooo, I just gotta sit here while you do...your thing?â she asked quietly, looking around the intimidating studio. Ben looked at her as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, but she looked utterly like a deer caught in headlights. Ben had an interview to do, accompanied by a photo shoot, and what loving, caring, girlfriend wouldnât accompany their boyfriend to such a thing?
âItâll be okay, lo-â he stopped himself as she gave him a sharp glare. He awkwardly cleared his throat, âmost people are super nice. They can show you around and get you settled in. Or you can leave if you want...I can give you my card if you want to go shoppingâŚâ
âI donât want your money, Ben,â she immediately scoffed at him, crossing her arms over chest. He nodded, hanging his quietly, almost embarrassed, âbesides what youâre paying me for the job. Iâm not here for your handouts.â
âI didn���t mean anything bad by itâŚâ he let out a small sigh, running a hand through his hair that would shortly be styled and teased and coiffed into submission for the photo shoot, âI was just offering.â
ââs okay,â she closed her eyes for a moment before a slight sense of guilt set in; he had looked so upset when she had snapped at him. As annoyed as she wanted to be with him, she could tell that he was trying his best, âlook, I-I shouldnât have snapped at you like that-â
âBen?â a pretty woman holding a camera came up behind him, tapping gently on his shoulder, clearly trying her best to not interrupt what she considered to be a private conversation. He closed his eyes and let out the lightest of sighs before turning on his heel, his plush lips forming an almost believable smile.
âYes,â he stuck out his hand to her, and she took it gingerly, eyeing him up and down and trying to deduce the relationship between him and Y/N. Â Sensing the minute tension, he stepped back so the two women were facing each other, âthis is my girlfriend, Y/N.â
âA pleasure, Iâm sure,â she shook Benâs hand quickly before offering it to Y/N. An annoyed look crossed her features as she anticipated Y/Nâs response. Y/N had been in his same situation a few times before, she knew what was happening: the woman was sizing her up, marking her a competitor. She knew it would be coming at some point, but she hadnât realized it would be so soon. People really were that crazy for over Ben.
âThe pleasure is all mine,â she lied through gritted teeth, taking her hand and delicately give it a few shakes. She wasnât about to bow this intruder, âare the one thatâs going to be photographing my boyfriend? Or is your boss coming soon?â
âI am the boss actually,â she let out a throaty chuckle, her tone almost sickly sweet as observed her. Benâs eyes were wide as his head whipped back and forth, like he was watching a tennis match as the two women tried to assert dominance, âwere you planning on staying and watching or do you need to go and do whatever it is you do?â
Y/N narrowed her eyes as she wished she could just tell her actually this is my job. But instead she decided to remain civil, not wanting to cause a scene or do anything that would require a lecture from Ben later, âIâll be staying here. Donât worry, I wonât interfere with your work. Iâll let you carry on.â
âYou can head to the green room if youâd like,â she seemed all too eager for Y/N, ready to get her hands on Ben and have be in her exclusive control, âthereâs monitors back there so youâll be able to see everything.â
âThank you,â her tone was calm and even, but the fire that was inside her was raging and wild. She wasnât trying to be defensive over Ben, and never thought she would be, but it appeared, she had been terribly, terribly wrong. Ben was hers, at least for the time being, and she wanted to make sure everyone knew that. Possessiveness wasnât her MO, but there was something about the photographer that rubbed her the wrong way.
âMy assistant can show you the way,â there was a smug little smile on her face as a man came over to get her. Y/N tilted her head to the side and give her a tight lipped smile. Just before walked away with the assistant, she turned to Ben, put her hands on shoulders and gave a soft, but passionate kiss, knowing everyone was watching them. It took Ben a moment to respond, Â but his hands immediately went to her waist and he added a couple more pecks in; whether or not it was for show, she wasnât sure. But she hated that she liked it so much, the sweet peppermint taste of him lingering in her mouth.
âGoodbye my love,â she touched his cheek softly, âIâll see you soon. Donât have too much fun.â
âB-bye,â he stammered after her, his eyes wide as he started at her retreating back. The photographer huffed slightly, a pout on her face as she grabbed his arm and lead him over to the makeup and wardrobe area. Her sights were still honed in on Ben, who gave her no more than polite interest, but she was willing to work for it - too bad she didnât know that he literally only had eyes for one other woman - Y/N.
Popping another m&m into her mouth, she watched the screen that displayed Ben and photo shoot intently, scrutinizing every move either of them made. Ben remained calm, relaxed as he was told what to do and how to pose. Heâd been through his paces plenty of times in the last several years, and he was all but used to it by now; he looked pretty and someone took pictures.
It was just making her grow more irritated as she watched the other woman all but drool over him, eyeing him up and down like he was her prey and she was the hunter. Rolling her eyes to herself, Y/N chewed on her candy aggressively, causing her teeth to gnash together in a grating manner.
âFucksâ sake,â she rubbed at her jaw, now annoyed by the lingering feeling of tooth on tooth, and how touchy this woman was. Knowing it would only drive her more crazy the longer she observed them, she pulled out her phone and starting scrolling through the endless mess that was Instagram.
Quickly tapping through the stories that awaited her, she was about to look through posts when she noticed that she had several messages waiting for her. Much more than she was normally used. Curious, she thought to herself as she clicked the small airplane with the red notification, letting it take her to her inbox. Her jaw dropped when she the hundreds and hundreds of messages and requests starting back at her.
âHow?â she asked no one in particular, as the room was empty save for her. Hitting the newest one, she frowned when she saw that it was someone that had decided to call her a gold digging floozy. She snorted at the message as she quickly denied the message request and blocked the girl who looked to only be a young teenager. Sheâd been called a lot of things in her time, but this was a new one.
Following suit and reading some more of the messages, it didnât take long before she noticed a pattern; it was loads of girls and women, and a few men, calling her all sorts of names, accusing her of only being with Ben for his fame and money. It had been less than a week and already the hate had started. He hadnât been kidding when he explained that people would be cruel and vicious.
As much as she wanted to message some of these people back, especially the ones that had decided to be very bold and forward, she stayed her hand and just deleted them all. It was almost a mystery to her how people had identified her so easily, but in this day and age, it really wasnât too much of a feat.
Searching Benâs name and looking through the tags, it didnât take long before she stumbled upon photos of the two of them; at the grocery store, out for an evening walk, strolling hand in hand, out at breakfast just that morning. Some of these people were really like vultures, capturing their every move and posting it for the world to see.
Although she knew it would only annoy her more and press all of her buttons, she selected one of the photos of them on a walk, and started reading through the comments. For the most part, people seemed intent to remain respectful commenting on the fact that Ben looked happy, and wondering who the girl with him was. Others though were the exact opposite. They called her a miserable cow and claimed that he looked more sad and tired than he had in a long time. Â
They shouldnât have gotten to her, but they did; she was only human after all. This was going to take some getting used, she already knew, and for once in her life she was thankful for the thick skin she had developed over the years. My skin has turned to steel she reminded herself.Â
The only action she decided to take was to make her account private and change the settings so one could tag her. It probably wouldnât stop people from trying to come after her, but it provided the smallest sense of relief for the time being.
âMaybe you could take your shirt off?â her voice was nails on a chalkboard to his ears, and he wished he was anywhere else but his current situation. She had coerced him into believing she was going to be like any other photographer, professional and courteous, but she had quickly proven him wrong, âyou know that will drive the ladies wild.â
âI think Iâm okay without doing that,â he didnât want to argue with her, but he wasnât about t let himself be backed into a corner and felt like he wasnât given an option, âI donât think this particular shoot calls for that, does it?â
âI wasnât aware you were the artistic director for this shoot?â her voice was almost saccharine as a half smile worked its way onto her face, one eyebrow raised at him, âI donât want this to come off as rude or condescending, but you do realize that people arenât going to be buying the magazine for your interview, right? They want to look at you, your body, your face. Thatâs the money maker right there, sweetheart, not your words.â
âThatâs a bit crass to say, isnât it?â he subconsciously pulled his shirt tighter on his body, vehement that he wasnât going to strip any further just for her pleasure, âdo you speak this way to all of the people you shoot?â
âJust the ones that it applies to,â she shrugged as she put her hand on her hips and tapped her foot impatiently, âare you going to do it, or should we just cancel this whole thing?â
Y/N wasnât able to hear their exchange from the monitors that were in the green room, but she could tell easily tell that things were heading south, and quickly. Ben had never been one for confrontation, and it was apparent to her that he was struggling to stand his ground, the body language he exuded gave him away. Donât interfere she silently reminded herself, but each passing second made it that much harder. She had always protected him, putting her own neck on the line to save his hide when necessary, as he had often down for her as well.
There was an unreadable expression on Benâs face as he flinched back when she tried to touch him. Almost jumping out of her set, Y/N had decided enough was enough as she stormed back out to where the altercation was taking place. She didnât even bother to try and be silent as she stormed in the room, a surprised expression crossing both of their faces.
âBack off of him,â was all she said as her eyes narrowed and she protectively reached out an arm to put a block between them. The photographer set down her camera as she sneered at Y/N, almost rolling her eyes.
âWhat are you going to do about it?â she laughed, trying to decide who was currently annoying her more, âare you going to fight me?â
âI would,â Y/N nodded, taking a step closer to Ben and lightly pushing him behind her back, âbut youâre not worth my time. He doesnât want to take his clothes for you, and he wonât. Leave him alone about it and do your job like a professional.â
âWhat a strong man,â she let out a devilish laugh as she shook her head at them, âcanât even stand up for him and has to have his little girlfriend do it. Youâre pathetic.â
âYouâre pathetic,â Y/N countered, ready to throw down if she had to, âtaking advantage of someone youâre working with to try and get them to strip. Are you that desperate that you need to use your job to see a naked man? Not only is that pathetic, itâs extremely unprofessional. Iâd watch your step if I were you, or youâre going to have a tough time finding work.â
âIs that a threat?â she spit out, growing nervous along with annoyed. Most people normally just did what she said and didnât bother to fight back, until today that was.
âItâs whatever you want it to be,â she spat, grabbing Benâs hand and starting to drag him away, âyouâll use what you have. Youâve been drooling over him long enough...and rest assured if I ever see you do this to someone else, you will rue the day. Youâre a foul, loathsome, evil little -â
âCome on,â Ben tugged on her hand gently, trying to diffuse the situation from escalating any further. Y/N opened and closed her mouth a few times, holding back her true feelings as she realized he was right, âcome on, love.â
âBetter go on and take care of your little puppy,â in that moment there was nothing Y/N wanted to do more than to punch the woman, and wipe that smug little smirk on her face.
She didnât say another word, but mumbled to herself, fuming silently after Ben. She had let her temper get the best of her in her rush to protect Ben. Worry flooded her mind as she realized the gravitas of her actions, and the possible consequences that could flood back to them.
Ben remained silent and stoic as he changed back into his regular clothes, and she wondered how he would react. She didnât bother to hold her breath and think it would be a positive response, but it was too late to go back and change anything.
âAre you just going to give me the silent treatment forever now?â she tested the waters lightly, biting on her lower lip as he pulled on his shirt. She averted her eyes slightly, trying to give him his privacy. It felt odd; she had seen him shirtless hundreds of times in the past, but it all felt so different now.
âThank you,â was all that came out of his mouth, and he finally brought his eyes to hers. Conflicting emotions reflected in them, almost as if he wasnât sure if he should be pushing her against the wall and making out with her, or getting annoyed that she had interrupted his work.
âI-Iâm sorry,â she awkwardly said as she rubbed her arm nervously, waiting for the inevitable but, âI shouldnât have butted in like that. Youâre a grown man and can handle your own business...I just...I couldnât stop myself. It was like all the times we were kids and I just saw a glimpse of that little boy who would get so worried and scared.â
âI figured,â he said with a small laugh after a few tense moments of silence, âI appreciate it though, really. Even now, all these years later, I still need you to defend me apparently. I guess weâre just better togetherâŚâ
âI know women, and men, like her. Sheâs a predator, but will always act the victim,â she shrugged off his last comment, âand I wasnât about to let her do that to you, or whoever would been in that situation.â
âWhatever the case,â his heart fell a little bit as she immediately tried to downplay her feelings for him. She wasnât anywhere near ready to tread into the territory just yet, âthank you. You took this one for the team.â
She gave him a curt nod, and contemplated telling him about all the messages and comments she had received. Not even a word had come out before Ben nudged her gently, âwhatâs wrong?â
âNothing-â
âY/N.â
âFine,â she admitted defeated, âpeople on Instagram are already going wild. Theyâve sent me messages, posted photos of us, and have overall been complete dicks. Iâm trying not to let it get to me, but it is tough.â
âI donât know what to tell you besides Iâm sorry,â he gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, âit doesnât make it any better, but itâll get easier over time. And after a while people will tire of us. Just try your best to ignore them...and if it gets terrible, let me know and I can deal with it.â
âI know this doesnât help much,â he suggested, pulling her along with him as he headed for the door, âbut how about we go home and start packing for LA? Weâve got a couple days before we leave, but itâll be better to get a head start...and we can do takeaway or some thing easy for dinner?â
âMovie night with blanket fort?â she blurted the words out before she could fully comprehend the importance and significance they held. Movie nights were sacred tradition - the last time they had one had been right before he left her for five years. Was she really ready for a redo?
âMaybe notâŚâ he said quietly, trying to gauge her reaction, âwe can save that for another timeâŚâ
"If you grip my arm any tighter I think you might break it," Ben was amused at look on her face as she clutched on his arm, the most panicked expression on her normally serene face. It took her a moment to process but when she did she let out a small breathe and loosened up her grip just ever so slightly.
"I hate this part," she whispered, eyes darting around the cabin and watched people who refused to listen as they already started moving about to get their carry ons. The plane had finally landed after hours upon hours of flying at LAX, and she was more than ready to be off and done with this flight.
âYou hate this?â he chucked gently, but the way she glared at him spoke volumes. He wasnât a big fan of flying either, especially not the long transatlantic flights, but he had gotten so used to them they were all but second nature by now, âthis isnât even the worst part, love.â
âI hate the landing, I hate the waiting around while everyone gets impatient and starts moving aroundâŚI donât know it all makes me anxious,â she admitted, shrugging lightly as she unwittingly burrowed her head into his shoulder, trying to block out the people around them, âI just want to be back on the ground with my own two feet firmly planted already.â
âitâs just a few more minutes,â he said quietly, taking her hand in his and lacing their fingers together. Parts of her wanted to tear her hand away, annoyed with how comfortable she had gotten with him over the last week. In some ways it was almost like they hadnât been apart at all; like there was never any large passage of time between when they had last seen each other.
Her heart ached for that familiar close bond, as he had been the only that had been by her side over all their entire youth, but a part of her was still hurt and angry. It was inevitable that there would be a time when they came to the discussion of what had happened in their lives while they were apart, namely hers, but she was trying to push that as far back as possible. For the time being, she was okay with getting to re-know him, to learn about him again, and find out all the new things he had adapted into. He gave her a hand a small squeeze, âdonât worry, Y/N. Iâve got you. Soon itâll be all sunshine and beaches here in sunny California.â
âIt doesnât look so sunny,â she pouted as she glanced out the window that was currently being barraged by droplets of water. Theyâd had better weather when they had left England the day prior. The irony of feeling a gloomy place to come the golden state where it was supposed to be eternally sunny, âperhaps itâs a sign weâre not meant to be hereâŚ.â
âOr perhaps itâs just the weather?â he joked, âbesides weâre going to be here for a few weeks. I promise youâll get your rays of sunshine.â
âAnd warm sandy beaches?â she chanced, craning her neck to try and see out the window. A vain attempt to try and see what the city offered, but all she was a slew of airplanes, and large, architecturally savvy buildings.
âAnd warm sandy beaches,â he promised, slowly starting to get up, pulling her up along with him. She was reluctant at first, but eventually gave in, knowing it should be a quick process, in all things went well, and sheâd be back on solid ground soon.
âWelcome to California,â Ben said as soon as they stepped into the actual airport, leaving the long walkway from the plane behind. She felt like she could breathe easier again, relaxing a little bit as they slowly made their way through the crowds, trying to attract as little attention as possible.
Her eyes were darting around, unsure of where to look; there were so many new sights, sounds, and people all rushing around trying to get to their destinations. There were tons of people were tears in their eyes, hugging their loved ones, either reuniting or getting ready to leave one another. Going to an airport was always an interesting, almost cathartic experience, and she was unsure of how to feel. This trip was a new beginning in a multitude of ways and she was ready to accept that head on.
âY/N?â Ben gave her a gentle nudge to try and snap her back into reality. She had been so bright eyed, looking at everything he almost didnât want to interrupt her. She shook her head lightly before turning her attention back to him, âdid you even hear a word of what I said?â
âSorry,â she admitted sheepishly, so lost in her own fantasies that his voice had become all but a blur in the background, âwhat were you saying?â
âJoeâs meeting us here,â he reminded her as her rate increased in a little bit. He had told her that they would be staying together with Joe during their stay in LA, and sheâd be lying if she said her interest hadnât been piqued. Sheâd already heard a lot about Joe from Ben and was eager to meet him in person; but currently all she felt was a wave of nausea, âand picking us up. You did remember, right?â
âOf course,â she said quietly, anxious to know what his friend was like. He had worked in a way to replace her really; he was Benâs best friend, not her. Sheâd gone through his various social media feeds and did some did recon on him on the sly, trying to learn as much as could about the man - Â she really hadnât learned too much about him except that he presented quite the enigma. He was attractive, to be sure, so opposite from Ben, but seemed to have a decent sense of humor, plus they shared the commonality of both having lost a parent. A morbid conversation topic, but it was something at least.
âHeâll love you, donât worry,â he did his best to calm her down, knowing hoe nerve wracking it was to come to a new place with new people all around â heâd done it himself a few years back. As they grabbed their luggage and started heading out of the baggage claim area, she noticed a few people looking at them curiously, no doubt recognizing Ben, but luckily most seemed unphased, probably so used to seeing celebrities.
Looking towards the doors where she could see people reuniting and gathering in groups, when she spied a pale, lanky ginger eagerly looking around the droves of people, holding a sign that displayed Benny and Co. There wasnât single doubt in her mind that this was the one and only Joseph Francis Mazzello. His face lit up as soon as he spied Ben, almost dropping the sign as the two men all but ran towards one another.
âIâve missed you mate!â Ben said as he threw his arms around the other man, hugging onto him tightly. In reality, theyâd only been apart a few weeks, but they made it seem so much longer. Y/N stood there awkwardly, wondering if he was going to introduce them or if she would have to do it herself.
âIâve missed you too,â Joe sighed dramatically, if only he knew how long she had waited to be reunited with Ben. He jokingly ruffled Benâs already messy hair before coming to his senses and spotting Y/N.Â
His breath caught in his throat as he took her, looking tired and slightly disheveled from all the traveling, but still managing to be more beautiful than any woman he had seen in a long, long time. Turning to her, he took a step closer and held out his hand to her, butterflies erupting in his stomach, âI-Iâm Joe. I presume youâre Y/N.â
âI might be,â she teased as she took his hand and shook it gently, noting how soft it was. She felt a wave of her nerves wash over her under his gaze and tried to keep herself from becoming a completely giggly loon. She didnât know what it was, but even just his simple touch, had set off sparks throughout her whole body. She hadnât felt that type of feeling with anyone in a very long time, âitâs nice to meet you, Joe. Benâs told me a lot about you.â
âAll good things I hope?â he asked as he reluctantly let go of her hand. Ben looked at the two of them, trying to gauge their interaction as he noticed that both of them were acting slightly different from what he had anticipated.
âThatâs neither here nor there,â she countered, earning herself a bellowing laugh from Joe. Alright, she admitted to herself, she was already smitten with him, the laugh being like music to her ears, âbut donât worry, it was all good.â
âIâm glad to hear it,â his eyes lingered on her lips for a moment as he too slowly put two and two together and realized those were nervous jolts of ecstatic energy flowing through his veins, âif it makes it any better, Benâs told us almost nothing about you. You get to start off with a clean slate. But any friend of Benâs is a friend of mine.â
âWell, Joe, I guess that makes us the best of friends,â her heart ached a little at the fact he had neglected to mention her to them. But, in a small way it didnât surprise her; but what was done was done.
âIndeed it does,â the smile he gave her was electric and she felt a little blush creep into her cheeks. They stared at each other silent for a few moments, both of them with goofy grins on their faces. Ben noticed what was happening and immediately cleared his throat, trying to get their attention.
âSo, should we go or are we going to hang around here all day?â it came out saltier than he intended, but Y/N turned to him, embarrassed to have been caught as he made it a point to take her hand. Joe offered to take their bags and followed them out of the airport, hanging back a few feet.
He didnât know exactly what was happening to him, but he knew he was already falling head over heels for Y/N. It take take about .02 seconds for her to steal his heart.
Little did he know that she felt the same way. Â
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LECTURE ME - Donât Ask (part 1)
[Chain Reaction] Â [Distracted] Â [A Quick Smoke] Â [Into the Wild] Â [Heavy Rain (part 1)] Â [Heavy Rain (part 2)] [Moonstruck (part 1)] [Moonstruck (part 2)] [On the House]
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Okay, wow, I have a small collection here! Yay!Â
Hereâs the next chapter (finally!) In case youâve forgotten - this is a dirty little bundle of stories about a professor and his student (and some other peeps). You can read them in any order that you like (except for the ones with âpart 1Ⲡand âpart 2Ⲡon them - these chapters were too long and thatâs why I separated them like this)
The first part is pretty safe. Only some profanities and a bit of thirst! Enjoy! đˇ
Donât Ask (part 1)
Oliver
What a shitty day. And not just because of rain.
As if getting scolded by the department's secretary for losing the keys to my office - again! - wasnât bad enough, a couple of students at my last lecture were particularly annoying. Two wiseasses trying to convince me that morality is completely unnecessary in modern times. I wanted to crack their shit-filled skulls with an iron bar. But I kept my cool, I did. Barely, though. And I wonder was it really worth it because now I have a fucking headache as if someone smacked me with an iron bar.
A familiar smell of petrol tickles my nose. My eyes dart to my dashboard - Iâm almost out of juice. Fuck. I rub my throbbing forehead and wonder what the helI did I do for karma to punish me like this.Â
Well - I can feel a smirk tugging my mouth - I havenât been an innocent lamb jumping around the meadow, have I?
As I turn around the corner, two streets away from my home, a slight silhouette darkens my peripheral view. I would have missed Filipa if she wasnât always on my mind. I do believe my brain is overstimulated and now I am hypersensitive to anything related to her.
I memorized the sound of her shoes walking over different types of floors. From the way utensils are positioned on a plate, I can recognize her leftovers in the dining hall. And I can sense her arousal by breathing in her sweat enriched with musk and floral perfume. Aaah, just the memory of that sex aroma, that perfect combination of refined and vulgar, is making me dizzy.
I pull over next to a willow tree bending over the gates like Juliet over her balcony. A shower started recently, a light drizzle, but strong enough to be annoying. Filipa is pacing, her head bowed down, carrying a box in her hands. Several rectangular stamps are one it. Oh, so sheâs been to the post office. But why arenât her packages delivered to the Academy's department office, like everyone else's?
I open the window. âNeed a ride, pretty lady?â
Filipa lifts her head and stops, swaying a bit. Thereâs something odd. Was sheâ A tight knot of pain stabs me in the throat. Was she⌠crying? There are no telltale signs on her face, just⌠the feeling. Like when you see a famous actor on the street for the first time. They look the same but itâs not the character you know. Like another person. Like someone without a mask.
Filipa doesnât avert her eyes (sheâs never the first to buckle - never!) and approaches my car. A lovely, almost innocent smile curves her lips and the whole costume is back on - the mask, the robe, the hood â the girl I saw just a second ago has vanished.
She places one her elbow on the window edge and the other hand holding the mysterious box on the car roof, bending her back. There isnât much happening at the front of her clothes: her flat chest covered by her school uniform with buttoned up shirt. But her skirt⌠I imagine it is now way up. As she lowers her upper body, adjusting herself to my height, the skirt is going up and up, slowly sliding above her knees and her thighs. Maybe even her ass.Â
A passer-by checks her out from behind, looking under her skirt like a fucking pervert!Â
That ass is mine!Â
âWe are going in opposite directions, professor.â
Her voice is creamy like always, with some light notes of mirth attached to the word professor.Â
âHow about a detour?â Really, why not? âHop on. I have something to show you.â
Her eyebrow jumps in surprise and then joins the other one in vexation. A very different sounding words shoot me. Â
âSeriously? Of all the cheesy lines you have, you are offering me 'I have something to show you' one? I know how your dick looks, Oliver.â
âBut itâs a very fine dick, wouldn't you agree?â The rolling of her eyes was expected but always entertaining. âNo, something else, but not as big, Iâm afraid. Come.â
âWhere to?â
âMy apartment.â
She tilts her head, amused. âWouldnât it be suspicious, professor: a young naive student and her mentor heading to his unholy den?â
âTo earn her some extra credit.âÂ
I crack myself up sometimes. The absurdity of my statement even draws a low chuckle from Filipa.
âAll right,â she sighs and pushes herself away from my car. I forgot about the box. Such a dull looking thing, wrapped in a brown paper, and yet she holds it like a treasure⌠The familiar static fills my brain clouding my every thought. Oliver, donât do it. Donât do it. Donât do â
âWhatâs in there?â
You. Fucking. Did. It.
If eyes could make a sound, hers would be hissing at me.
âI should head back, professor.â And with that statement, heavy as a concrete block, she proceeds to march towards the Academy.
I fucked up.
I put my Ford in reverse and start to follow her.
âFine. Iâm sorry. Donât tell me whatâs in your damn box. Letâs go.â
She doesnât stop. There is no other person who can blank you like Filipa can. I turn off the engine and take a deep breath. She wonât like this. Not at all.
I get out, leaving the car door open. In several big steps I catch up with her and immediately block her way. Because she was walking with her head down, probably protecting her eyes from the rain, Filipa headbutts my chest. I touch her upper arms but she springs backwards. She clenches her package and snarls like a monkey holding stolen goods. The ire in her eyes is so forceful I freeze.Â
We stand like that for a few moments. Rain is dripping down my face and dampening my shirt. It's cold. I swallow a lump. Filipa is all wet and beyond pissed now. Why do I get horny when she looks like she wants to massacre me.
âCome on, doll. Iâm sorry. I made a mistake.â
She hardly blinks. Rain is getting heavier by the minute and she⌠isnât bothered even the slightest? Blinking is for the weak, and Filipa is everything but weak, I laugh inwardly.
A much lighter expression takes over Filipaâs features. Not necessarily a good thing. She shifts into a more relaxed pose.Â
âBeg.â
Not what I expected. âOkay, please.â
âNo. I mean⌠beg.â
Oh.Â
Someone could fucking see us! I turn around: luckily, the street is empty, but that can change in a second. And far more importantly - my clothes! Crap! I stare down at her. I could literally scoop her up and carry her to my car, but⌠She wouldnât just kill me then, though; she would literally crush me into a lump the size of a marshmallow and eat me.
The resting bitch face in front of me is unforgiving. I know she doesnât care. She will just leave if I refuse. And⌠I donât want that. Just like I wouldn't want any of my nails pulled out with rusty pincers.Â
I take a deep breath in⌠and kneel. A humiliating wet cold enters my clothes and spreads over my knees and calves. Fuck!Â
âPlease.â I stare at Filipaâs ugly, dirty shoes, gritting my teeth. Someone will see us! And then Iâm screwed! âPlease, please, please.â
Filipa is silent. She is enjoying this so much, I just know it. Murky water around my knees is restless from the raindrops hitting it. But I can somehow make out two faces: one pathetic, with eyes wide open in apprehension; the other, upside-down â and victorious.
Her foot moves up, water dripping from the shoe sole. The dirty, worn-out tip has a shallow scratch - just above her big toe.Â
"Kiss."
I swallow. I was expecting this.
Let's get this over with.
I close my eyes and press my lips on a dry patch, just above the scuff. The smell of mud and old leather tickles my nostrils. Â
âAre you satisfied?â I croak. My head is flying from one side to the other, checking if someoneâs approaching. This is so dumb and risky and⌠exciting. I suck on my lower lip. Fuck me and my sick, twisted brain! I want to bend even more, shove my elbows in this disgusting sewage water and lick her legs. I want her to place her hand in my hair and pull while â
A finger brushes along my jaw and lifts my head up. Filipaâs lips are curved into a poisonous smirk. Her smile is like a drug â a deadly line that boils my blood and ruins my life. And I need it all the time.Â
All the fucking time.
âVery,â she whispers, a slight tremble in her voice. She really is. âLetâs go.â
***
Filipa
I expected Oliverâs room to be a bit more⌠chaotic. More bachelor like. More Iâm-overwhelmingly-anxious-to-keep-my-job-but-also-uncontrollably-hedonistic-like. But it isnât.Â
His shoes are neatly aligned next to a hallway wall. The wooden floor is old but clean, not even a pebble stuck between the boards. No weird stains, no underwear on the kettle, no porn hastily hidden bellow a carpet. He has a separate bedroom, but I bet he even made the bed before leaving his apartment this morning. Smell of cigarettes is glued to every piece of furniture and I soon spot a full ashtray. But aside from that dirty metal container and a bunch of papers and books scattered all over the floor and any horizontal surface, this apartment is⌠quite neat.
âI donât think you came here before?â Oliver moves the curtains and more grey light colours the room.Â
âI havenât.â
There are no pictures on the walls. I think they used to be white,long time ago when this house was built; but they are more creamy brown now. Years of tobacco using tenants did that, I guess. Except for one spot where colour is still unsoiled and almost completely clean. In the perfect center, opposite from the windows, there used to be a cross. Not a large one, nor particularly prominent judging by the shape. But it bothered Oliver enough to remove it.
âHave a seat,â he points to an armchair in childish excitement, âand get ready to be amazed.â
I humor him and take a seat. Right in front of me, taking up quite a large portion of the living room, is a⌠table? A desk? Huge tablecloth covering it falls down some unexpected curves. Not to mention the tabletop is set too low for any standard chair. And yet itâs also too high for a coffee table.
Oliver removes piles of books that were covering the top and, with a wiggle of his eyebrows, he asks: âAre you ready?â
This can only be something incredibly stupid when heâs so excited. I brace myself expecting to see a rocking horse or an overly complicated sex toy. I nod.
He takes the tabletop and lifts the whole thing in one swift move. Table cloth flies with it and for a moment Oliver resembles a magician uncovering a rabbit underneath a mystery box.
But there is no rabbit. Only a - bathtub.
Although, I have to admit, a beautiful one. It is wooden and shaped as those old baths that you can see in period dramas. But this one is brand new and shining like a freshly licked candy. I stand up to get a closer look. It really is gorgeous.Â
âYou made it?â
âYup.â This big manâs ego just got a bit bigger. âTouch it.â
I glide tips of my fingers along the rim. Itâs like ice.
"I used seven layers of finish so it could be as smooth as glass," he trails off and zones out. For a few seconds I was almost able to observe his tiny thought monkey with cymbals taking a break from wanking himself and actually using his brain for a change. And then he spoke in enlightenment: "...for your lovely, precious, little ass."
I don't know what I expected.
"Lord Byron, step aside, you've been outshined."
Oliver chuckles. âI would be honored if your ass would be the first one to sit in it.â
I look at the bathtub again. Is there a trick? Will something happen? I hardly believe Oliver would do something to openly anger me, but to simply push my buttons for shits and giggles â yes. And Iâm not in the mood for it.
âCome on, sweetie. You know you want to soak that wet and cold flesh of yours in a hot bath.â He shifts behind me, a towering presence of muscles and heat. Oliver kisses the top of my head. âI will wash you, my mistress.â
A purr escapes my lips in response to this deep, rich and velvety voice whispering in my hair. It would be quite nice to replace the moldy odor of this sad room to a floral scent of soap. Bliss overcomes me as I imagine warm water clinging to my body and the brisk air biting my flesh when I expose myself. Oliver moves closer to me. A slow shiver shoots up along the back of my thighs, where his legs are touching mine. And, of course, the idea of his hands gliding up and down my skin, feeling me, caressing me, teasing me in all the right ways - does sound divine.
âFine, my beast. You can have your wish.â
~~~
[to be continuedâŚ]
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