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“I’m bored,” You whined, staring at the old TV in Michael’s room, watching as an episode of Friends aired. You hated sitcoms.
“Then put something else on.” Michael grumbled, tugging the blanket you two were sharing.
“Stop hogging it.” You whined, crawling closer to him as the cold air of his room hit your skin.
Michael sighed, looking preoccupied as he wrapped an arm around you.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, looking up at your best friend thoughtfully. His blue eyes had extremely apparent eye-bags underneath them.
“Nothing, nothing.” He said dismissively, still frowning, “The boss is just being a dick, making me go in overtime.”
“Oh,” You said, “Okay.”
Snuggling up against him, you massaged his biceps gently, smiling as he let out a groan of relief. Michael was your best friend, you didn’t want him to feel stressed, it was the least you could do to relieve his tension.
“Keep doing that.” Michael said hoarsely, scooting over, “You always give the best massages Y/N.”
You giggled. “Michael, flip over so I can get your back.”
Without hesitation, Michael moved onto his stomach, the bed creaking. You innocently straddled his back, your hands reaching every crevice.
“So good,” Michael sighed, burying his face into his pillow, his brown hair flopping to the side. It was good to see him relaxed.
“Hey Michael, the phone’s ringin- oh.”
You turned bright red, seeing Michael’s dad, William standing at the door. Perfect timing. Your best friend’s dad just had to see you straddling him.
“It’s not what it looks like, Dad.” Michael said, quickly getting up and off of the bed. You followed him, clinging to his side.
“I don’t even want to know,” William said, still looking suspicious, “Michael, hurry up and answer the phone, it’s for you.”
You sat alone awkwardly as a frustrated Michael hurried off to the phone, his dad behind him.
You hummed to yourself, waiting impatiently for Michael to come back. You wanted to cuddle again.
Trying to not make a sound, you went outside Michael’s bedroom and into the living room.
“Fuck, Y/N,” Michael said the second you walked in, looking angry, “I gotta go in for a shift tonight, someone’s taking a sick day.”
“Oh.”
“I’m sorry, I know you wanted to sleep over.” He said, pulling you in for a hug, “We’ll catch up tomorrow.”
You hugged him back. He was always so warm, so big, around you. The Aftons really did have tall genes.
“Don’t worry about it.” You said sweetly, beginning to walk him out of the door. “Good luck at work.”
“I’m gonna need it.” Michael said with a chuckle, “Thanks for the massage Y/N.”
You waved Michael goodbye as he drove off down the street, shivering on the Afton Home’s front porch as rain started pouring down.
With a sigh, you opened the front door and went back in, jumping when you saw William leaning against the granite kitchen counter, a glass of red wine in his large hand.
“I suppose I’ll get going now since Michael’s gone,” You said quietly, feeling a little awkward with him and you alone. “Thanks for having me, Mr Afton.”
“Don’t be stupid,” William said with a charming smile, “It’s raining cats and dogs out there, do you want a lift home? You’re welcome to sleep in the spare room if it’s easier, no one else is home.”
You blushed. “Oh, no, really - I’m fine just walking.”
“I insist. Walking in the dark’s far too dangerous for a pretty young girl like you.” William said, with what looked like a good-natured grin.
You’d always been cautious of William, as Michael would go on long rants about how terrible his father was. But in your opinion, Mr Afton wasn’t half bad.
“Sit down until Michael comes back, you’re old enough to drink now, hm?”
You smiled.
- ❤︎ -
“So, are you and Michael, like, a thing?” William asked, smiling at you from across the dining table. He’d insisted on pouring you a glass of wine, even though you denied a couple times, and now you were finding yourself enjoying chatting to your best friend’s dad.
You blushed again. “No, nothing like that!” You titter, waving a hand in dismissal as you bring up the wine glass to hide your face from embarrassment.
“Oh? No need to be embarrassed, dear, I’m just curious.” A glint of amusement and surprise shines in his grey eyes. He’s clearly getting a little tipsy. “Are you sure?”
“Mhm,” You said softly, sipping your wine. It’s strong, and tastes expensive; just like you’d expect from a man like him. “Just friends.”
William nodded with a smile, but he didn’t look too convinced.
“I assume you’re working now, hm?”
“Oh, no,” You said with a cough. He was really talkative. “Still unemployed.”
“Shame,” Mr Afton said with a smile, “You’re always welcome to work at one of my companies, if you ever need.”
“Thank you, Mr Afton.” You said with a smile, suddenly feeling a little light headed. Maybe it was just the house heating system on high.
Oh how he loved hearing you call him that.
“Y/N,” He said with a smile, clearly passing the ‘tipsy’ line as he poured himself another glass, “Can I tell you something? But you must promise not to tell Michael.”
Your brows furrowed in confusion. Michael told you everything, and you told everything to him.
“Michael fancies you,” William grins, with the tone of a teenage girl gossiping, “A whole bunch.”
You blushed, giggling. “Really?”
“For years now.” William said with a smile, “I can see why, you’re a good girl, Y/N.”
You blushed and thanked him bashfully, suddenly breaking into a coughing fit.
“What’s the matter Y/N?” He said, a fake expression of worry on his handsome face. “You’ve gone a little pale.”
William knew exactly why you were pale.
“Y-yeah,” You murmured, feeling beads of sweat gather at your forehead. “I think it’s just a little warm in here.”
“Maybe you’re just a light-weight,” William said gently, getting out of his chair to help you up, guiding you to the couch and placing you down on it. You sighed in relief as he pushed your hair out of your sweaty face. “I’ll get you a glass of water.”
You lay on the couch feeling hot all over as William filled up a glass in the kitchen. It wasn’t like the usual dizzy feelings an intoxicated person would get.
You felt awake, but empty, like something was missing.
“Mm, thank you.” You said breathlessly, taking the glass from William’s hands and gulping it down.
“Thirsty, are we?” He chuckled, standing right in front of you as you sat cross legged on the couch.
“Very.” You said, pressing your thighs together. The heat was unbearable, yet it was literally snowing outside.
William’s plan was certainly working well. Keen to keep up the caring act, he placed a wet cloth on your forehead.
“That should help you keep a little cooler, dear.” He said, placing the back of his hand on your forehead. “You’re burning up.”
Even the lightest touch against your skin was too much.
“Mr Afton,” You whispered, feeling the heat move to your stomach.
“Hm?”
“I feel... weird.”
Slick made your thighs sticky as it seeped down. Your body throbbed for something to fill it, craved it.
“What do you mean?” William asked innocently, but he knew exactly what you were talking about.
Your cheeks heated up even more as your eyes glued to the outline of his cock in those black work pants. It wasn’t your fault, you thought, trying to justify your suddenly perverted thoughts, when you were on the couch like this it was perfectly at eye level.
“Where are your eyes wandering, sweetheart?” William asked, grinning as he gripped your chin with his hand. You whimpered at the feeling of his cold hands on your warm skin. He was the complete opposite of Michael. You loved it.
“Accident.” You mumbled, blushing as his cold grey eyes stare down at you. You were a mess, quickly getting wetter and wetter by just feeling his hand tightly tilting your chin, hearing his accent.
“I’d love to believe you, Y/N,” William said, “I really would, but look at the state of you.”
You whimpered as William looked down at you, his expression partially amused and slightly disgusted. Of course he’d drugged you with the intention of this, but he didn’t realise how much of an effect it would have on you.
No matter what you did, your eyes kept going down to the steadily growing tent in his pants. Head fuzzy, you moved your hips against the fabric of the couch, desperate for friction, but it wasn’t enough.
“Mr Afton,” You whined, looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes.
William smiled, but it wasn’t a sincere smile; it was a cruel smile of satisfaction, he’d finally gotten his way. Oh how’d he spent years waiting to see you beg for him, how you’d always come over to see Michael in those skimpy little outfits.
“Go on then, dear,” He said gently, stepping closer to you, “Touch it.”
You prayed that Micheal’s shift didn’t end early as you leant over and palmed William’s cock through his pants. Your thighs were tightly pressed together, he felt so big.
“No shame.” William chuckled, smirking in amusement as you pulled his trousers down shyly.
You blushed, feeling so dirty as you looked up at your best friend’s father’s fat cock rock hard in front of you. All for you.
You whimpered again, feeling so unlike your usual composed self.
William let out another chuckle, slapping the tip of his cock on your lips, gesturing you to open your mouth, but to his surprise you purse them into a flat, thin line and refuse to obey.
“Open up, sweetheart.” He says gently, stroking your cheek gently, “I don’t want to have to force you.”
“But what about Michael,” You whimper, despite the drugs having a complete chokehold over you. You didn’t ever want to hurt Michael, no matter what position you were in.
“You really do like him, huh?” William said, smirking sadistically, “Don’t worry about him now, besides, it’ll only get worse if you don’t listen to me.”
His voice is laced with malice as he slowly slides his cock inside your mouth, groaning as the warmth of your tight little mouth engulfs his throbbing cock.
You’re already struggling to take him into your mouth as he roughly grabs onto the back of your head. You scream onto his fat cock, hands gripping the back of his thighs. Your saliva’s coating his dick; it’s so gross, so wet. Just the way he likes it.
“You look so pretty choking on me, sweetheart.” William groaned, admiring your face, the dripping mascara, the tears in your wide, scared eyes. He couldn’t wait to destroy you even more.
The muffles from your throat vibrate against his dick and William groans again. He’s enjoying this more than he should. He should feel bad, feel terrible for humiliation an innocent girl like you, but thinking about ruining you only makes his cock throb even more.
Your vision has become blurry and breathing becomes harder as you let him abuse your throat. You’re dripping wet, you can feel your panties getting ruined, and you’re desperate. You know reaching down with your fingers would never be enough; you need to be filled up.
As if he’s reading your thoughts, William abruptly pulls out of your throat, leaving you gasping for air, jaw aching.
His cock twitches with excitement when he sees the fat tears rolling down your cheeks from your eyes and he wipes them away with his thumb.
“Poor darling,” William simpers in a mocking tone, “Do you regret begging for this now?”
You nod, still breathless, lips swollen and puffy.
William’s a sick bastard, and he knows it. He’s twisting things, fucking you physiologically.
You don’t even fight back as he flips you around as though you weigh nothing, pushing your head down into the couch and tilting your ass up.
Your clothes are all gone, and you’re completely exposed. You don’t even care anymore, you just want to be filled up, your brains clouded, filled only with sex.
“Mr Afton,” You whimper into the couch’s plush upholstery, “Please.”
“That’s a good girl,” William said before pressing the tip of his cock against your dripping hole. “Look at you, completely soaked, what a little whore.”
“’m not a whore!” You whine as the last of your pride quickly disappears as William shoves his whole cock inside you without hesitation, shutting you up.
He laughs as you struggle to take him in, your walls clenching around him. The feeling’s euphoric, like you’ve been waiting years and years for this moment. William certainly has.
You scream into the couch as he begins rutting into your cunt roughly, only focused on getting himself off.
“I wonder what Michael would think if he saw this,” William chuckled, groaning as he fucked your soaking pussy deeper, “Saw his little crush getting fucked like a whore, in fact, I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
William grunted in annoyance when you didn’t answer, angrily grabbing you by the throat and pulling you face up.
“Wouldn’t you?” He repeated, fucking you even faster as you sobbed.
“M-mhm,” You choked out, and now, you weren’t lying to yourself. “I’d love it.”
You eyes rolled back as William pounded you into the couch with a satisfied groan. You had no control over your body, each thrust left your walls clenching around him, milking him. It was all so wrong, so dirty, yet you’d never felt better.
“I’ve been waiting so long to drug you like this,” William blurted out, making your pupils blow wider, “See you a complete mess, and look at you, doing so well. I just knew you’d be a good toy.”
It was going to be a long, long night.