#clay roach fluff

⊱ Rory Culkin Characters ⊰

☆ Down There

⊱ Charlie Walker ⊰

☆ NSFW Alphabet

☆ I Still Love You

☆ Peeping Tom

☆ And If You Die, I Wanna Die With You

☆ Place Between My Thighs

☆ Anything?

⊱ Clay Roach ⊰

☆ Sunshine

☆ The Three of Us

☆ I Did it All For Love 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

☆ Drunk

☆ His Addiction

⊱ Clyde; Electrick Children ⊰

☆ Skater Boy pt. 1

☆ Skater Boy pt. 2

☆ Late Night Calls

☆ Louder

☆ Truth or Dare

☆ Sick Days

⊱ Kappa; Black Mirror ⊰

☆ NSFW Alphabet

⊱ Jack Thurlow ⊰

☆ Tutor

⊱ Danny Cooper ⊰

It was late Saturday night and as you slept soundly in your bed that was until your slumber was broken by a phone call. This seemed to happen every night on Saturdays. 

“ Clay, I told you to stop calling, ” I said softly into the phone.

His speech was slurring as he spoke into the phone, “ Baby- baby I need you.. Please come back mm’ so fucked up baby. ”

You felt conflicted like maybe you should go see him. Your resolve began to crack as he called your name into the phone like a whiny puppy dog. 

“ Y/n please- please baby… ”

“ I- I’ll be over in a little while, ” I slammed my receiver down on the cradle of the phone making it give a soft ring before I cried into my hands. 

You knew you had to go to see him. He couldn’t be trusted to be alone when he was like this. You arrived at his house in an oversized sweatshirt and pajama pants as he opened the door. He smiled as he saw you, his hands moved to cup your cheeks as he kissed you. He reeked of alcohol and weed as he kissed you. You both were stumbling up his stairs as his hands reached the hem of your sweater pulling it over your head. He pushed you down on his bed as he unbuckled his belt followed by him yanking down your pants and underwear. Initially you had loved these nights with Clay, but then you soon came to realize a common factor, he was always high. Whenever his body pressed against yours you smelt the stench of cheap beer and weed. He never answered your calls but you always answered his. As your thoughts wandered Clay’s hips were slowly rocking back and forth as his lips kissed up and down your neck. His thrusts began to become more desperate as he grew closer to his release. You knew he was a drug addict and you were starting to realize he just used you to get his next fix. 

“ Clay- pl-please stop, ” I said softly into his ear. His thrusts stopped as he looked at me. “ Clay I can’t do this anymore, ” I gently pushed him off of me as I sat up.

The realization had hit you like a bus, you were just another drug for him to get high off of. You began to cry into your hands as you tucked your knees to your chest.

“ Did- I hurt you or- or something, ” he tried to touch you and you immediately flinched away. 

“ Please don’t- please..” My voice was broken as I spoke.

Clay hadn’t known what he did to make you break like this. You both sat there together in a tense silence as he sat next to you as your body racked with quiet sobs. 

“ Why do you only call me when you're high, ” my words broke him as I looked up at Clay with teary eyes.

He couldn’t answer you, he didn’t have an answer as you sat there and cried. As you were met with no answer you slowly got up and began pulling on your clothes. “ No- no please don’t leave me. ” Clay grabbed onto your arm as you pulled your sweater over your head. 

Clay’s phone was ringing off the hook waking him from a deep sleep. He was a bit annoyed as his hand fumbled around on his nightstand searching for his phone before he found it. His eyes were struggling to focus as they stared at the bright screen before he read your name. Confusion flashed across his face before he answered the phone.

“ Hey baby, you okay? ” He could barely make out what you were saying as your words all slurred together.

“ Do you need me to come pick you up? ” His questions were met with a small hum before you hung up. 

He slid out of bed searching for his shoes before he grabbed his coat and left. He held his phone in his hand as he made his way to your location. He made you share your location with him when he realized you had a tendency to wander off when you got drunk. 

He looked around the street that your location was pinging from. He looked around for a moment before he saw you half asleep on a bench. He slid off his coat covering you up before scooping you up into his arms. 

“ Let's get you home, okay? ”

When you and Clay first met you were only small children. You were in grade one and he was in grade two. You could’ve sworn he was the cutest boy you’d ever met in your whole life. He didn’t seem to notice you at first, you being a year younger and all. That was until he saw two older boys picking on you at recess, he walked right up to them and punched one of the boys in the face sending them off running. He helped you up off the ground brushing off your dress as you stood there shyly.

“ Are you okay? My- my name’s Clay, ” his voice was soft and gentle paired with a sheepish smile.

“ I-I’m okay- I’m y/n, ” my voice was shaky and fragile as I looked up at Clay with watery eyes. 

From that moment you two were practically inseparable. Your parents found it endearing the way you clung to Clay’s arm when they would come pick you up from school. They eventually decided to let you spend the night at Clay’s house on the weekends. After a long day of playing together his parents made a small bed for you on the floor of his room. They turned out the lights and said goodnight before closing his bedroom door.

Clay peaked over the edge of the bed looking down at you, “ are you cold y/n/n? ” His voice was a quiet whisper as he looked at you. You nodded in response to his question as you wrapped the blankets around yourself tighter. “ Do- do you want to sleep up here? ”

I hesitated for a moment before nodding, “ yes please. ”

You stood up with the blanket his parents gave you, still tightly wrapped around yourself. Clay pulled back his covers moving over to make space for you as you crawled into his bed next to him. Once you were settled he covered you back up before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against him, your head resting on his chest. You both fell asleep cuddled up to one another under the warm blankets. This is how you spent all your sleepovers together. Your parents would tuck you in separately but in the morning they’d find you curled up next to one another. 

A year passed and you were now in grade two and Clay was in grade three. You were outside Clay’s house playing with a bouncy ball on the sidewalk when you fell onto the hard cement. You scraped open your knees and hands as you tried to stop yourself from hitting the ground. The wounds stung, causing you to begin to cry. Clay saw the tears rolling down your cheeks as blood trickled from your wounds. He called out for his mom as he sat next to you on the ground. He had never seen you cry so hard as you rested your head on his shoulder. His mom came out of the house to find you crying as Clay rubbed your back while you both sat on the sidewalk. She quickly scooped you up as she asked Clay what had happened. 

“ We- we were playing catch a-and she fell.” His voice was shaky as he watched you  inconsolably sob. 

His mom sat you on top of the kitchen counter as she went to get a first aid kit. Clay gently took your hand in his as you cried. 

“ I- I’m sorry, ” he said softly as he held your hand, he was still just a child but he realized in that moment he couldn’t protect you from everything.

Clay spent the rest of the summer trying to get clean, but he couldn’t manage to keep it that way when school started back up. You didn’t notice at first until Clay became defensive when you tried to take off his sweater when you were in bed together.

Your hands were wandering down his body as they reached the hem of his shirt while your lips were locked in a passionate kiss. Clay’s hands grabbed your wrists as you began lifting his shirt. Your eyes locked on his as his hands were gripping yours with a bruising grip. He quickly let go of your wrists as he realized what he was doing. Your mind was racing as Clay’s lips were moving down your neck as his hands kneaded the flesh on your ass. Clay was desperate to distract you as he moved your hips to rock against his, but his efforts were useless as you moved to yank his shirt off. This caught Clay off guard as he tried to stop you but his attempt to fight was futile as you threw the shirt to the floor revealing his fresh track marks. Tears welled up in your eyes as you stared at them.

“ Baby- it- it’s not what it looks like.. ” His arms locked around you desperate to keep you there as you cried into his shoulder.He wished he could stop as he witnessed how much it hurt you that he was doing this to himself. 

All Clay could do was stroke your hair as you cried against his shoulder. The rest of the year you were told empty promises from Clay promising to get clean. He swore he would and everytime you believed and everytime he let you down. All of your friends told you that you could do better than “some drug addict”, but you never listened to them. You knew he was a sweet and considerate boy on the inside. He loved you and you loved him regardless of his issues. You could see the decline in Clay once more over the summer. You were trying so desperately to help him but your efforts all seemed to fail. No matter how many times you searched his room he always seemed to have a new hiding place. You felt defeated and torn down as you laid next to a sleeping Clay. You stared at him, your eyes scanning over his once full and plush cheeks that were now sunken in. He looked sickly and completely different then the boy you grew up with. He looked completely different from the boy you loved. 

In Clay’s senior year he became unhelpable. He was shooting almost every day, he was barely talking to you anymore, and was always was at a party. You managed to make plans to come over when his parents were away on a trip. You sat on his bed as he planted sloppy open mouth kisses against your neck as his hands wandered between your thighs. 

“ Clay- stop, I can't.. I can’t do this anymore. ”

Your words caught Clay off guard as he looked up at you, “ What do you mean baby? ” 

His head was resting on your shoulder as he looked up at you with those perfect ocean blue eyes. 

“ Clay- I can’t watch you do this to yourself.. You look awful Clay, ” I pulled Clay up off the bed before I made him look at himself in the bathroom mirror. I pulled up his sweatshirt sleeves making him see his track marks. “ Look at what you’re doing to yourself, ” tears slid down my cheeks as I looked at his reflection in the mirror. “ I still love you- but I can’t watch you do this anymore.. So- it’s either me or heroin.” 

Clay stared at his sunken eyes in the mirror that had dark bags drooping underneath them. His gaze moved down to his arms that were covered in track marks. As he turned back to you he crumbled into your arms crying against your neck as his arms moved to cling to your waist. You slid down onto the cool tile of the bathroom floor as you shushed him while stroking his hair. His hands grasped onto your shirt as his tears stained the fabric. 

“ I love you but you’ve gotta get clean baby. ” My words were gentle as I stroked his hair.

“ I- I know I wanna be- be better for you. ”

The next few days you stayed with Clay as he fought his withdrawals. When he was vomiting you were tying his hair back. When he was burning up with a fever you were putting a cold rag on his forehead. 

Clay was trembling in my arms as he was burning up from a fever. “ It’s gonna be okay.. I’m here baby. ” I kept pressing gentle kisses to the crown of his head as I rubbed his back. 

His arms were wrapped snugly around your waist as his head laid in your lap. He was struggling, his body was craving the heroin as he laid with you. Eventually after a few hours he was able to fall asleep as he clung to you. His head was now pressed into your chest as he held you close to him like a child clinging to a teddy bear. 

It was hard but Clay managed to graduate sober. His features were finally full of life again as he smiled brightly in his graduation photos as he held his diploma out proudly. You met up with Clay back at his house that night. As soon as you crawled in through his windows his hands were all over you. It made you laugh the way he was so eager to get you undressed as he yanked your clothes off. 

You giggled as he tossed you back on his bed as if you weighed nothing. His lips connected with yours as he pushed your panties down your thighs. His movements were full of need and lust as he peppered your skin in kisses. Clay’s hands moved to push his boxers down as he murmured sweet things into your skin. 

“ You looked so fucking gorgeous all dressed up f’me. ”

He gave his cock a few strokes before slowly easing it into you. He smiled at the small sounds you made as he rocked his hips against yours slowly. “ Mm’ so happy you’re mine baby- all fuckin’ mine, ” his movements remained slow as he pressed sloppy open mouthed kisses against your neck and shoulder. 

“ I’m so proud of you baby- I love you Clay. ” 

His thrusts sped up as he heard your words, “ I love you angel. You’re my fucking world. ” 

His hands were planted firmly on the bed encasing either side of your head as he rutted his hips into yours. He loved you more than life itself, everything felt perfect in that moment he was able to make you happy again and he was finally clean. His lips locked with yours as his tongue pushed past your lips into your mouth. Your tongues fought for dominance as his hips slammed into yours. He slid one of his hands down between your legs as he pressed circles into your clit. Clay was desperate to make you cum first as he slammed into you harder. The noises that were slipping from your lips were growing louder making Clay clasp a hand over your mouth.

“ You know I love hearing you- but my parents aren’t a fan. ” His words were teasing as he thrusted deeper, earning a squeal from you that was suppressed by his hand. 

Clay had made sure to fuck you dumb before he spilled his cum deep inside of you. “ I love you y/n/n, I want you to be mine forever. ” He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before he rolled off of you. Everything was perfect again. 

(Bonus!!) 

A few years had passed since you had graduated highschool. Clay was carrying boxes up the staircase to your new apartment as you began unpacking things. Once he set the box down he wrapped his arms around you from behind as his hands rubbed your swollen belly.

“ Don’t overwork yourself angel, ” he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek before he moved around you to place a gentle kiss on your stomach. 

Your feelings were growing for Clay, as your first year of highschool was coming to an end. You were sitting next to him at a party as you shared a joint. He held the joint between his fingers as he took a drag before exhaling the smoke. Clay pressed it to your lips letting you inhale before he was met with your coughing. He laughed as he patted your back. 

“ It’s okay , let's try a different way. ” He took the joint from you, inhaling deeply before grasping your chin between his fingers as he pressed his lips against yours blowing the smoke into your mouth. He pulled away after a minute watching the smoke leave your mouth. Both your cheeks were flushed pink as you looked at one another. 

The next thing you knew you both were stumbling up the staircase and into a random bedroom. Clay locked the bedroom door as his lips smashed against yours. His fingers tangled in your hair as he poured all his passion in that kiss. His hands wandered down your body till they met the hem of your shirt. His hands clutched the fabric as he brought it over your head. His kisses trailed down your body before his head dipped beneath your skirt. His fingers hooked your panties as he pulled them down your legs before pushing his fingers inside of you. A moan escaped your lips as his fingers pumped into you. He pressed a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh before his mouth moved to your clit, sucking it gently between his lips. He takes his tongue and traces it along the length of your folds before plunging it inside of you, fucking you with his tongue as his fingers pressed fast circles into your clit. Loud needy moans escaped your mouth as your fingers tangled in his long brown hair. His tongue pushed deeper into you as his hands moved to clutch your thighs. Your head fell back as it felt like the whole room was spinning while you came. Clay’s tongue lapped at your dripping cunt desperate to taste all of you. His hands slid up your thighs to cup your ass in his hands as he stood. He planted kisses on your neck and collarbone as he pushed down your skirt. He threw your clothes on the floor, tossing them into a pile as he laid you on the bed. He pressed soft kisses all across your body worshiping you while he murmured praises into your skin. Clay’s clothes joined yours on the floor while he crawled over you. His hands moved down as he spread open your legs, before pulling them up to wrap around his hips.

“ It- might hurt, but I’ll be gentle, ” his voice was trembling with nerves as he stroked his cock before pressing it to your entrance. He kissed you deeply while he dragged his cock up and down your entrance. “ Are- are you sure y/n, ” he peered into your eyes scanning for any doubt. 

“ I want this Clay- I want you, ” my voice was full of longing as I held one of his hands in mine.

He slowly pushed the head of his cock into you letting a groan slip from his lips. His hand squeezed yours as he pushed deeper, Clay leaned down capturing your lips in a searing kiss as he bottomed out inside of you.

“ Are you okay, ” his voice was full of concern as he stroked your hair while slowly rocking his hips against yours.

“ Mm’ okay, ” my voice was gentle and soft as I tucked his hair behind his ears before planting a kiss against his lips.

His free hand trailed up and down your thigh as his thrust started slow and careful before he began to get lost in the pleasure of being inside you. He planted kisses across your collarbone as his hips bucked into yours. He mumbled more praises into your skin as he began planting hickies across your supple skin. Your hand squeezed his tighter as your moans grew louder. He looked up at you through his thick lashes as he left a hickey on your breast. Your eyes were rolling back into your head as he thrusted into you with reckless abandon. His hand pushed between your legs as he pressed fast circles into your clit. Clay could feel his impending release but he was desperate to make you cum first. You could swear you were seeing stars as his hips slammed into yours the sound of your loud moans mixing with Clay’s groans filled the room as you came. Clay’s fingers slowed as he pulled out from spurting his cum across your chest and stomach. Clay rolled off you as you both panted heavily trying to catch your breath. He turned to face you taking in your flushed pink cheeks and the way your chest rose and fell quickly. Clay pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek before he grabbed tissues from the bedside table cleaning you both off. He crawled off the bed dressing himself before dressing you. His movements were slow and gentle as he slid your clothes and shoes back on. He pulled you up into his arms as he flattened down your hair before kissing you softly on the lips. 

“ I don’t want this to be a one time thing, you know? ” Clay’s voice was a bit shy as he looked into your eyes trying to understand how you felt. You felt butterflies in your stomach at his words while his eyes gazed into yours. “ Will you let me be your boyfriend ? ”

I thought I was going to faint when I heard those words pass his lips. I couldn’t even form a response as I kissed him deeply as I held his face in my hands. “ I’d love to be your girlfriend. ”

Everything seemed to be perfect. You were finally Clay’s girlfriend and you both were doing well in school. You had made a few friends and began to hang out with on the weekends instead of Clay. You started to notice a change in Clay when he would go out partying with you. 

You were out at a party with him and a few of his friends before Clay and all of his friends excused themselves. “ Baby stay here, we’ll be right back, ” Clay kissed your cheek before going upstairs with all his friends. 

He came back down after a while looking extremely high as he plopped down onto the couch next to you slinging his arm around you as he smiled lazily at you. 

“ You’re so pretty baby, ” his words made you giggle at the way his words were slurring as he pressed sloppy kisses against your skin. 

“ Let’s get you home, okay. ” I stroked Clay’s hair gently as he looked up at me with hazy hooded eyes.

You were practically holding Clay up as his arm was slung around your shoulder. You were struggling to keep him standing as his body was deadweighting against you causing his sneakers scrape against the concrete. You somehow managed to get Clay through his window and into his bed. You slid off his shoes and his jeans before changing out of your clothes and into one of Clay’s sweaters. You laid next to Clay who was sleeping soundly as his soft snores filled the room. 

You began to worry about Clay as his eyes grew sunken in and he never seemed to stop being high. He was starting to fail his classes as he never seemed to be sober anymore. You were beginning to worry about him but he always seemed to shrug off your worries. Clay seemed to keep his grades up just barely passing as the school year ended. 

It wasn’t just the weekends anymore he was partying, it was everyday of the week now. You joined him as much as you could trying to take care of him when he was absolutely fucked up, but you couldn't be there all the time. 

You were partying at a random house with Clay until you realized he was nowhere to be found. You looked around downstairs pushing past people who were drinking and smoking as you made your way up the staircase. You saw a light on in one of the bedrooms as you reached the top of the staircase, so you assumed you’d find Clay and his friends there.  You slowly cracked open the door only to find clay on the bed as his friends put a needle into his arm. Your face dropped as you saw him shooting up with something you had never seen before in your life. You watched from the door as he let out a satisfied groan as the liquid in the syringe was shot into his arm. You pushed open the door and when Clay’s eyes met yours there was a look of shock and panic on his face as his friend pulled the needle from his arm. You quickly left the party as you ignored Clay and his friends calling out to you. You laid awake in your bed as Clay kept calling your phone until around three in the morning when the ringing stopped. 

The next morning when you went to go see a friend Clay was standing on your doorstep with a y/f/f (Your favorite flower) and y/f/c (your favorite candy). Your eyes met his before his eyes darted to the pavement as he was to ashamed to look at you. You invited him inside and into your room since your parents had already left for work. You both sat awkwardly on your bed not knowing what to say until Clay’s voice broke the silence. 

“ I- I’m sorry I didn’t want you to- to see me like that. ”

“ What- what is it? ” I hadn’t known what else to ask except what he was getting high off of. What was making my boyfriend ruin his life. 

“ It- It’s heroin… ” 

Your mouth seemed to go dry as you stared down at your lap. Tears slowly rolled down your cheeks as the severity of the situation Clay was in sunk in. He set down the flower and the candies on your bed as he pulled you into his lap. He stroked your hair as you cried into his neck he murmured apologies into your hair as he planted kisses against your scalp. 

I sat up to face him as I stared into his big blue eyes, “ do- do I not make you happy anymore? ”

Your words shattered his heart as he looked into your teary eyes. The girl he loved with his whole heart was questioning if she even made him happy anymore because of his own selfishness. His arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace as he let you cry. 

“ I’m so fucking sorry, ” those were the only words that he managed to get out as he cried with you. 

He held you close even after you both stopped crying. You both sat in silence as you held one another. 

Clay’s hands move to hold your face as he wiped away your tears with the pads of his thumbs. “ I’m so sorry angel. ”

He planted a gentle kiss on your lips as he held your face in his hands. You kissed him back as tears rolled down your cheeks again. You began sliding off each other's clothes as the kiss deepened. Your clothes were gathered into a pile on your carpet as Clay lifted his hips before pushing down his boxers. He didn’t bother taking off your panties as he pushed them to the side before easing you down on his cock. You both let out satisfied moans as you sunk down onto him. His forehead rested against yours as he held your face in your hands. His hips slowly thrusted up into yours as his lips met yours in a deep kiss.

“ Mm’ sorry baby- I’m so sorry angel, ” Tears were welling back up in Clay’s eyes as he his hips thrusted up into yours.

Moans fell from both your lips while tears rolled down your cheeks. He murmured apologies against your lips as his thrusts became deeper and more meaningful. Your hips rolled against his as your moans mixed with his. He held you tightly against him as you both finished. Clay’s hands moved to stroke your hair as he held you.

“ I’m so sorry angel- so fucking sorry. I’m gonna get clean for you baby.”

Years passed and you were finally going to join Clay in high school. You were practically shaking the first day, but Clay helped you find all of your classes. You almost expected him to have forgotten about you in the year you spent apart. You still slept over sometimes, but your parents didn’t let you sleep in the same room anymore once you became teenagers. At the end of your first day Clay offered to walk you home. 

“ Hey- uhm I was gonna go to a party tonight, and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me, ” his hands fiddled nervously with the straps on his bag as he awaited your response.

“ Yeah- I’d like that, call me when you’re coming over, ” I said softly as I waved to him before going into my house. 

Later that night Clay called as you were fixing your hair for the party, “ hey I’m about to head over now I’ll wait outside your window. ” 

“ Okay I’ll be waiting, ” I said before hanging up.

You finished getting ready before you heard small pebbles hitting your window. You opened it to find Clay standing there smiling brightly up at you. 

“ Jump down- and I’ll catch you, ” he whisper shouted up to as he held out his arms.

The jump from your window wasn’t that far, but it was enough to make you nervous. You hesitantly jumped out of your window into clay’s arms. Clay held you for a moment before putting you down on the ground. You both walked down the street hand in hand as you talked about your days. Clay opened the door to the house and let you in first. You held onto his arm as the whole party was a bit overwhelming with the house being completely full of people while loud music blared in the background. Clay handed you a drink as you sat with him on a couch surrounded by his friends. You weren’t sure what it was but you could definitely taste the alcohol. 

“ Is this your girlfriend, ” one of Clay’s friends asked as he lit up a joint.

Clay shook his head as he finished off his drink, “ she’s a friend of mine. ”

You smiled at his friends who eyed you up and down before one of them passed you the joint,  “ ever smoked before, doll? ”

You shook your head in response but he pressed it to your lips anyways. You inhaled the smoke feeling it go into your lungs before his friend pulled the joint away you exhaled and coughed heavily as Clay rubbed your back. He picked up your cup and pressed it to your lips hoping that would help end your coughing fit. 

“ I’ll be right back with some more drinks, don’t feel like you have to smoke more. ” Clay’s words were soft so only you could hear him. He planted a gentle kiss on your cheek before getting up.

His friends tried to pass you the joint again but you said no, as they tried to force it in your mouth. Once Clay got back he pushed his friends away as he handed you your drink, “ don’t be assholes. ” 

Clay watched you closely as he watched go from buzzed, to tipsy, to drunk. He let you hold onto him as you walked down the street while laughing. He tried to quiet you but stopped when he realized that his shushing was making you laugh more. 

He snuck you into his bedroom and took off your shoes before laying you down in his bed. He curled up next to you as he brushed hair from your face. It reminded him of when you both were younger and you’d fall asleep together in his bed. He stroked your hair gently before slowly leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

You woke up the next morning with a nasty hangover. You hid under Clay’s blankets as the sunlight gleamed in through his window. Clay dipped his head under the covers so he could see you. 

“ First hangover? ”

You nodded in response as you rubbed your temples. Clay slid out of bed shutting his blinds before returning with Advil and water. He pulled back the covers sitting you up as he gave you the medicine. He stroked your hair as you laid there with smudged makeup and messy hair, but to him you had never looked more perfect.