His Slut Of The Week || Wattys 2016

Mistake

                  

School is finally over after what felt like two years, not two periods.

I'm met at my locker by the one and only, Kimberly. Why? I don't know but I have a feeling we are about to figure out. But get this. Not only her, also her new boyfriend. Cole.

"Hey!" she said with a little too much energy for me.

"Hi," I mutter. I push past them and put in my locker combination. I grab my science binder and English binder before grabbing my keys and slamming it shut.

I begin to walk away before I feel a hand grab me by the wrist.

"Are you like ignoring me or something?" she asked, her voice higher than usual.

"What? Me? Of course not." The eye roll cued on its own.

She huffed and stomped back to Cole. I chuckled and started walking towards my jeep. My phone buzzed in my pocket, so I took it out to look at the urgent messaging.

First mistake.

I run into a hard chest and drop my phone that I didn't put my case back on this morning.

Second mistake.

"Sorry- Riles?" I heard Drakes voice say.

"Hey. Want to start watching where you're going?"

He smirked and I knew that was my third and final mistake.

"Not if it means I get to run into beautiful girls like you."

"Yeah, no. Just watch where you are going," I sigh before pushing past him and walking towards the doors.

As I'm walking away, I feel someone grab my waist and pull my back into their chest.

"Oh, I defiantly will."

With that he left a ghost like kiss on my neck and walked away. I felt chills taking over my body and I stood in shock of what just happened.

I'm his slut of the week.

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"Please can I come over?"

I am currently having a panic attack because of what just happened at school.

"No, no. Riles, stay there. I'm coming to you. You can't drive while you're having a panic attack," Stevens's voice comes through the phone. I nod my head even though he can't see me and do the breathing exercises my doctor showed me.

I can't be his next slut, right? He wouldn't do that to me. I mean, he is attractive and he does know how to flirt but he can't do that. Not to me. He knows everything that I've been through and all of my anxiety. He really isn't helping.

It felt like hours before Steven got there. He let himself in and came to where I always go when I have a panic attack. The roof.

"Hey Riles," he says as he wraps his arm around my waist. By instinct, I lean into his chest and let a few more tears out. His hand protectively rubs up and down my side. "Talk to me."

"Drake," I breathe out. He didn't say anything, he just pulled me closer.

"He, he is treating me like I'm his slut of the week. He is flirting with me and touching me and he is scaring me Steven. I don't know what to do," I confess.

"Is that what lunch was about?" he asked. I slowly nod my head and he lets out a frustrated breath. "Let's go back inside, it's getting cold."

He takes me hand and leads carefully down into my window. When we get inside, he pulls me into a protective hug. When we pull back, I don't pull my arms away from his neck.

He neck slightly cranes as he looks from my eyes to my lips multiple times. I stand up on my tippy toes slightly and our lips meet. I didn't really feel anything. It was just a kiss but it distracted me from everything that was going on.

He deepened the kiss by putting his hand on the small of my back and pull me into him. I tangled my fingers in his hair and he brushed his lip on my bottom lip. I kissed him again more passionately and his tongue slipped into my mouth exploring the unknown territory.

As we pull away he bites my lip slightly.

"Steven," I breathe out. He presses his forehead to mine and mumbled a 'yeah'.

"Have sex with me. Right now," I tell him. He hesitates for a moment but then nods his head.

He must be feeling the same thing. We both just lost someone very close to us, and we feel nothing when we kiss but we need a distraction. It's not like it's my first time, Blake took that a couple weeks ago, so it should be that big of a deal.

He attached his lips back to mine and pushed me backwards onto my bed. He broke the kiss for a moment as he climbed onto me. His eyes were filled with lust but you could see the uncertainty. When he kissed me, it felt rushed but sweet at the same time. I could tell that he needed this too.

I slid my hands under his shirt and ran my fingers over his abs. I heard a muffled groan come from his mouth and he sat up, pulling his shirt over his head.

His eyes travel from mine down to my chest. He kisses under my ear and slowly moves down my neck onto my chest. He kisses as far down as he can before my shirt gets in the way. He quickly pulls it off of me and keeps kissing down my stomach until he reaches the waist band of my black jeans.

He looks at me, as if asking for permission.

"Please," I moan. I didn't know that he could have this effect on me but I guess he can. He slowly slide my jeans down but once they got the knees, I kicked them off myself.

I felt his hand start rubbing me. I let out a moan without meaning to. One of his finger slid into the side of underwear and he groaned.

"You're so wet Riley."

He took off my blue underwear and threw them somewhere over my head. He pulled my legs apart so his head could go in between my thighs. I felt his rough tongue run over my slit before he slowly slid it inside. I arched my back and ran my fingers through his hair.

"Steven," I moaned.

His head came back close to mine and he leaned down to my ear.

"What baby?" he whispered, his voice lower than I've ever heard it before. He sounded dangerous.

"Please, I'm close," I begged.

That is when Steven lost his virginity. To me.

A little different than usual. Sorry if it was too graphic.