CHAPTER 29
⌗ 𓂃 𖥔༌ ᰷ ﹅finding my confidence﹅ ᰷ 𖥔༌ 𓂃⌗
🌶️ smut warning for the last half, I'm not gonna lie to you.
"dad! why can't you let me defend myself?!" I was stood in the living room arguing with dad over the fight that had happened during the day.
"defending yourself doesn't have to be fighting, y/n. what happened to you being all sassy and sarcastic? when did all that stop?!"
"all that stopped when I stopped putting up with amanda's bullshit!"
"you watch your language, young lady."
"don't young lady me!"
"I will address you how I want because you are my daughter. you live under my roof. I am your father." as dad took a step towards me, I flinched. my hands moved up to cover my face and I took a scared step back, fear taking over my body and reducing me to violent shakes. dad stopped himself and watched as my breathing became laboured and shaky. his face contorted from angry to sad and regretful. "shit. y/n. I'm sorry." he sighed. "just... go on."
I scurried away, tears brewing, as dad turned and placed his hand on his forehead, cursing himself. once I reached my room, I let out an ear-piercing scream of anger. I sat on my bed and put my head in my hands as I broke down into tears.
I hated how stupid amanda could make me feel so pathetic and worthless. I hated how she had been together with vance. I hated how she flirted with vance non-stop, completely disregarding me and my relationship with him. I hated how she made me feel that she was better than me in every way.
the door opened and dad walked in slowly, but I couldn't bring myself to care. he came and sat on the bed beside me, wrapped an arm around me and pulled me into his chest. as dad comforted me, I sobbed harder.
"I'm sorry..." I murmured out.
"it's ok, I get it. I'm sorry for being unreasonable and scaring you."
***
"you got suspended?!" finney exclaimed while we sat at the dinner table eating.
"that's badass!" gwen smiled while I chuckled.
"language, gwen." dad warned.
"sorry, daddy. but why did you fight her?" gwen asked.
"I... she was being very horrible and making up rumours about me." I said, not going into detail.
"did you win?" finney asked and dad suppressed a sigh.
"duh, who do you think I am?— I mean... it's not about winning or losing..." I caught myself last minute but they heard me and shared a cheeky grin.
"do not go getting ideas, you two." dad warned them.
***
"so you got suspended for sticking up for yourself?" vance spat through the phone.
"yeah but it's fine. it'll be nice to have a few days off." I laughed.
"want me to bunk tomorrow and we can hang out at the grab'n'go?" he asked.
"nah, you don't need to." I responded.
"the only reason I go to school is because of you, I'm not going if you're not there. meet me at the grab'n'go at 11." he ordered. I felt myself blush and smile.
"ok, fine." I fake rolled my eyes.
"unless... you wanna go some place else? cuz of... y'know... I get if you don't want to go there..." I smiled again and reassured him it was fine. "you sure?"
"yes vance, I'm sure!"
"you sure?"
"I'm sure!"
"you sure, sure, sure?"
"I'm sure, sure, sure!"
"only if you're sure."
"if you says sure one more time I'm gonna come over to your house and shove that phone up your ass sideways." I warned with a laugh.
"oooh, kinky." I could hear the smirk in vance's voice.
"yeah, we know you like it kinky." I joked.
"what if I do?" he asked, still smirking. I blanched for a moment as I tried to process what vance was implying.
"I- uh..." I let out a laugh as I tried to come up with a response. I took a deep breath before an idea popped into my head. I twirled the phone chord around my finger as I spoke. "y'know, tomorrow... gwen and finney will be at school... dad will be at work... if you wanna come back?"
"are you s— do you want to?" I giggled as vance corrected himself.
"...yeah." I nodded. "I wanna try again."
"only if you're sure."
"oh my god, vance!"
***
the next day, I stood at my wardrobe trying to pick an outfit. I decided on my green vest top and my {black skirt/blue jeans}. I pulled my outfit on and checked myself out in the mirror. for the first time in a while, I was feeling hot.
"oh yeah." I smiled at myself. dad had already left for work and I was dancing round my room to queen.
I pulled on my knee-high platform boots — IF YOU PICKED JEANS: despite the fact they were covered by the jeans END OF BIT — and the gold necklace vance bought me for christmas. I then did my makeup and clipped my hair back with — again, sorry babes — gwen's hair clips.
I then left my room, grabbed my keys and left the house.
when I got to the grab'n'go, I felt my anxiety spike a little, but it was instantly squashed when I saw vance angrily kicking the leg of the pinball machine and yelling what were most likely cuss words at it. he then shoved in a few more coins and began angrily playing again. I smiled and walked into the store.
at the sound of the bell jingling above me, he whipped around to see me with a smile and then sighed out of frustration when the ball fell into the hole at the end.
"I'm sorry, did I make you lose?" I asked. he came over to me to enveloped me in a hug before his whole face darkened. he ran a finger down my cheek, following the line of the cuts which amanda's claws had left on me.
"look what that bitch did to your face..." he muttered.
not wanting to cry about it, I shrugged and tried to make a light joke.
"what, am I not pretty anymore?" I said with a cheeky grin. vance sighed and pulled me into a tight hug. I hugged him back just as hard.
"you will always be beautiful to me, angel." every fucking time he called me angel... my insides felt warm. but this time, that nickname went straight to my core. I pulled away from the hug and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"I love you." I murmured.
"I love you too." he replied, still holding my waist.
"so, what're we doing today?" I asked as he removed his arms from me.
"one more game of pinball and then we can go park or something?" he asked with pleading eyes.
"one more game of pinball and then we can maybe... go back to mine? I'm sure it'll be more fun than the park?" I watched as vance's eyes widened slightly and a smile pricked the corners of his lips. my walls pulsed as I imagined everything we'd do.
"that sounds like," he reached down and took my waist as he lowered his lips to his ears. "exactly what I had in mind when I saw you in {that skirt/those jeans} which compliments your ass so nicely."
I jumped with a squeak as his hand groped my ass before turning away and going back to his pinball machine. he slipped a few coins in before playing.
I sat on the windowsill beside the game and watched his actions with a fond smile. IF YOU CHOSE SKIRT: as I sat, my pencil skirt rode up a little to reveal more of the soft skin of my thighs. I watched as vance's eyes became momentarily distracted from his game, trying not to stare at my thighs. I smirked and leant back, showing off more of my thighs.
"if you catch anyone else but me looking, tell me, i'll sort them out." vance confirmed and I smiled.
"don't worry, people know I'm yours, baby," I reassured him with a smile.
"damn straight." vance flung his hand out to high five me as if i was one of his guy friendsf but didn't give me any time to react and ended up slapping my forehead.
"ow."
END OF BIT
once vance had finished his game, we walked hand in hand back to my house. he hummed to himself as he swung our hands forward and backward widely. this was the side of vance that I liked; goofy, chilled out and jokey. he rarely showed this side in public and I didn't want to lose it so I didn't press it.
"going back to my girlfriend's place..." he sang under his breath to a random tune. "gonna fuck her from behind at a super fast pace."
as I exclaimed at his inappropriate 'song' but he ignored me. he continued humming his song while using his hands to air drum and yanking my arm about with his movements. I laughed as he got caught up in his 'song' and twirled me around.
we reached my house and I let go of vance's hand to unlock the door. as we stepped inside to take our shoes off, I locked the door behind us. to unzip and slide my boots off, I had to press my hand against the wall for stability and bent over a little as I lifted my foot up and began fiddling with the zipper. I finally got the first shoe off. as I was bent over and started on my second shoe, vance took his opportunity to come up behind me and rub his crotch against my ass. I yelped in surprise but his strong hands on my hips kept me in place.
his chest was flush against my back as he pressed kisses to my neck and if it wasn't for his hands holding me up, I would've collapsed right there when my hand slipped from the wall. I mewled softly as he moved his hoodie to pool at my elbows so he could suck the skin of my shoulder purple and bruised. a whimper of pleasure left my lips as my hand that was previously pressed to the wall went to the back of his head. he grunted against my skin as I pulled at his locks and I sighed into the air.
"take your shoe off, baby, or we can't get started." he suggested, but I knew it was an order. I fumbled at the zipper with numb fingertips before being able to slide it off of my foot. "well done, angel. you're such a good girl."
I whined at the praise and my head fell back on his shoulder.
"please, vance..." I pushed my ass against his growing boner and he grunted again.
"wait..." he gently turned me around, held my face in his hands and looked into my eyes. "only if you are 100% certain. I don't want to overwhelm you or pressure you into feeling that you have to for me."
"vance... I want to do this. I need to do this. watching amanda crawl all over you has made me crazy to prove to her how wrong she is." I said. "but that's not the only reason... you're crazy hot when you're playing that pinball machine. especially when you get mad at it."
I watched goosebumps erupt over vance's skin as his hair stood on end at my lustful words.
"damn... I like this jealous angel." he said with a smirk.
"then come get her." I moved out of his grip and started walking backwards to my bedroom, slowly taking off his hoodie and throwing it to the side with a grin. he watched in awe, stock still in shock at my sudden boldness. "what's wrong? suddenly gone shy?"
"oh, you're in for it." I giggled as vance quickly strode towards me and threw me over his shoulder.
***
I had no doubts in my mind as vance's hands traced my body; running over my the skin of my waist, of my hips, of my thighs. my moan was barely above a whisper as I felt vance's lips on my chest, over my tits. he sucked hickeys to my skin which made my hands run through his hair, messing it up and throwing it all over the place.
we hadn't even reached the bed.
I was pressed against the wall with my legs around his waist. I was only wearing my underwear and my vest top and I could feel his boner poking at my clothed entrance.
"you uh, you got a condom?" he asked.
"don't need to... I'm on the pill." I said with a smirk. after the incident, I wanted to take extra precautions in case anything like that ever happened again.
"oh god... can I fuck you, angel?" he asked against the skin of my neck. I felt myself become damper at his words.
"please, vance..." I moaned out. I looked to vance and frowned suddenly. "wait... wait..."
vance's head shot up and looked to me with a worried expression.
"what's the matter? are you ok?" he asked.
"this isn't fair."
"what isn't fair?"
"why am I almost naked and you're not?" I asked with a smirk. he laughed at my question and pulled me from the wall to my bed where he sat me on the edge. I watched him through my lashes as he pulled his shirt over his head.
"ow-" he muttered
"you ok?" I watched as vance began to struggle with his t-shirt.
"fuck." I laughed as he couldn't pull the top off of his head. I stood up and took the fabric in my hands, gently manoeuvring it to remove it from around his head. when his face peeked from his shirt he gave me a grin. "boo."
I laughed again and pressed my lips to his. I lightly scraped my nails down his abs and felt him groan into my mouth. he pulled me closer by my waist till my front was against his. I felt the heat from his body and fiddled with his jeans button. vance pulled back to admire me when something caught the corner of his eye.
"oh, hello." he turned me to press against his front as he faced my full length mirror. "what is this?..."
I giggled as he admired us through the mirror. my heart raced as I got an idea of what was to come. I let vance pull my top off and unclasp my bra. I pushed my ass against his crotch and he groaned. I took initiative into my own hands and lowered myself onto all fours on the floor. I raised my ass higher into the air and shook it at vance.
"oh fuck, such a good girl." that fucking nick name just did something to my head.
I heard the sound of material thudding on the ground and when I looked back into the mirror, vance's jeans had been kicked off to the side. the imprint of his hardened dick stuck through his boxers as he lowered himself to his knees and pulled his underwear down. I gasped as I felt the tip of his dick run along my folds, gathering my juices.
"don't fucking tease me, vance." I said through gritted teeth.
"oh really, you want my cock? really?" he asked.
"yes, yes, please!" I whined out.
"you like my cock?" he caressed my waist.
"oh yes, vance! please!" I pushed my hips back in a plea.
"you want me to do this?" I let out an almost pornographic yell of pleasure as vance slammed his dick into me. his fingers dug into my hips as he began rutting his to mine, so fast and so hard. my eyes rolled back into my head with a faint smile as he hit that perfect spot inside of me that made me see stars.
"oh, god, yes!" I screamed out.
"so good for me, angel. look at me when I'm fucking you well." one hand moved from my waist to wind through my hair and he pulled my head up. I moaned out at the new sensation and looked into the mirror.
"oh fuck, vance." I moaned out as I watched his reflection fuck me from behind. our bodies had a sheen of sweat to them that made us glow slightly.
"my angel, always such a good girl for me." I moaned again at vance's words. we were going so fast, I barely had time to moan properly. they fell from my mouth in pants and whimpers.
"'m cumming..." I breathed out, struggling to form the words. "gonna... 'm gonna... oh... oh! oh yeah!"
my pants turned into screams as I came over vance's cock, my eyes sliding shut.
"oh, good girl! look at you. all ruined." I looked back into the mirror to see my ruined state. my hair was messy and my body sweaty. vance was kneeled behind me as he slammed into me a few more times before his hips stuttered and he shot hot ropes of white cum into me. he pulled out and moaned as he watched his cum drip from my hole. "as pretty as a picture. I ought to take one."
"camera's on the side." I murmured out as I tried to catch my breath. he chuckled and grabbed my polaroid camera.
"who knew you were such a dirty girl? now i'll always have this whenever I miss you so dearly." he chuckled as he positioned the camera so that it showed my ruined reflection through the mirror and my leaking hole. I dropped my forehead to my forearms rested in front of me as the camera flashed. he collected the photo and admired it for a second. "let's go get you cleaned up, baby."
and I didn't have a single doubt or a single worry in my mind. I knew vance would look after me.
I was finally finding my confidence again.
***
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