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It's been a week after your little "encounter" with Mr. Afton. You ended up getting a B on the project, since Michael ended up dropping it in the hallway and little pieces spilled everywhere, causing you both to lose some points. You couldn't help but think about Mr. Afton working so hard on that model with you and his ungrateful brat of a son just doesn't care, but of course, there's two sides to every story.

Maybe Michael wasn't such a bad kid. You don't know anything about his past. He might just have a hard time at home or something, you shouldn't judge someone whom you know almost nothing about.

Regardless, you were satisfied with the grade you got, and you were especially happy that you didn't have to argue with his disgusting mouth anymore.

But that caused a problem...

"Promise me you'll come see me again."

"I promise."

How were you going to see William again now that you aren't working on the project with his son anymore?

Now, you are 18. You have a car, and you technically can go wherever you want. Transportation is not the issue – what is the issue is what will happen if Michael sees you over there again.

You had science next class period, and you were willing to ask that asshole where he'll be after school, so you can figure out the perfect time of being there. You were hoping Michael was in an after school club, but considering his attitude, it's unlikely.

You were hoping you could figure something out soon.

-Time Skip: After School, 3:15 PM-

You were laying on your bed, clothes thrown all over the place as you rubbed your finger frantically over your clit. Though you were a huge switch, being either extremely dominant or extremely submissive, you always had the tendency to whimper when you were being overstimulated, but still, it felt so good to do it.

You're pushing down on the small bud – hard, too. Really hard. You were a whimpering mess. You typically put something in or over your mouth to keep yourself quiet, since your parents had cameras that also recorded audio in the house and you didn't want your moans to be heard by your parents.

You usually put a vibrator inside of you as you rubbed your clit, but you could never find your g-spot. You felt pathetic, you couldn't even find a pressure point inside of your own body and every other girl seemed to be able to. You hated degration, because of your relationship with your parents, but you always had some kind of insult to reiterate to yourself over and over, especially when it came to masturbation.

So, in simpler terms, you only used a vibrator as something for your soft walls to clamp around when you cum.

Eventually, as that coil inside of you began to tighten, you started to think of William. You thought of what he would say to you if you ever got the chance to have him pound inside of you. You thought about him calling you a "good girl" with that light, smooth British accent of his. You thought about him desperately rutting into you, panting as he squeezed his big, veiny hands around your neck. You thought of him being able to find your g-spot, and holding you tightly as you came the hardest you ever had in your life.

When that coil snapped, you absolutely lost it – and you knew it was because of your dirty thoughts about your classmate's dad. You were shaking so hard, your body twitching so violently you had almost no control over your body. With enough strength, you moved your arm to grab a pillow beside you. Biting your lip to contains your little moans and whimpers wasn't enough this time. Shakily, you put the pillow over your face and moaned like a pornstar would into it, whimpering occasionally, "Ohh, William.. please- pleeease. I-I'm cumming.. so.. hard.. I can't... I can't..."

You chanted his name like it was some sort of holy prayer. Your walls squeezed the dildo so hard, as if they were trying to milk it, suck everything out of it. Eventually, your body began to relax. Your pussy was still pulsing but you weren't shaking as much. Thinking of William before you orgasmed completely caused you to become completely tired out after your orgasm. The thought of him made you cum so hard, you could only imagine what it'd be like if you actually had him fuck you.

Finally, when your body completely relaxed, you pulled out your vibrator and turned it off. Your cunt gradually weeped out onto your bed sheets. You began to close your eyes, and you quickly fell asleep.

-The Next Day-

You were so grateful that it was the weekend. You've been busting your ass studying for finals which are coming up very soon, so you decided to treat yourself to dinner, dessert and some new clothes.

As you were shopping for clothes, you picked up a few shirts and a pair of skinny jeans. You honestly loved how you looked in all of them as you admired yourself in the mirror in your changing room. You thought that all of the clothes you picked out complimented your figure really well. You were really proud of the body you had.

As you were exiting the changing room, the men's section caught your eye. You always liked to briefly look around there, imagining yourself buying some clothes for the boyfriend you've never had.

How could an 18 year old, a senior in high school, never have a boyfriend? I'm a fucking loser. I'm an adult and I've never once had a boyfriend, I really must be ugly.. It took you some time, but you tried to tell yourself that your dating history does not define you as a person at all. You told yourself this whenever you had these thoughts, but it never worked long term.

You pushed the thoughts out of your head. You deserved a nice weekend, not a weekend full of self-doubt and more pressure to be better than you already are.

"Attention shoppers, the store will be closing in ten minutes. Please make your final selections and pay at the front register."

You decided you were going to start making your way up to the front.

But before your even took your first step there, you felt a hand wrap around your neck, pulling your body against whoever was behind you, but they weren't choking you. At least, not hard enough that you couldn't breathe.

Nevertheless, you started to panic. You felt your knees go weak, your heart raced. You started to feel nauseated, the same feeling you got when you were with your father.

"If I remember correctly, you made a promise to come visit me..."

And you swore your heart stopped.

That voice, that accent, and the hot breath you felt against your neck.. you knew who it was.

"W-William-!" you gasped. You tried to turn your head to look at him, but the grip on your neck was holding you in place.

"What did I just say? You made a promise to come visit me," his voice was more angry than before.

"I-I know, William, a-and I'm sorry. I just didn't want to show up with Michael there and have him catch us. A-And aren't you still married??"

When you said that last sentence, you felt the grip he had on your neck become a little tighter. You gasped softly and felt a warmth pooling between your legs.

Suddenly, William grabbed your wrist and started to drag you behind him as he stormed towards the back of the store.

"William, where are we-?"

"Bathroom. Now."

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Today 3:15 PM/15:15

You

What time is dinner again, Peter? I just want to make sure I arrive before the storm starts if necessary

Peter Parker 🕸

Hey! So dinner starts at 6 but the storm starts at 8. If it gets really bad, you can just spend the night. Harry is already, so it'd actually be perfect time for me to sneak in some "accidental" alone time for you both ;)

You

Shut the hell up Peter! I'm not even sure I'm interested in him. Yeah he's a cool guy, good looking too, but I'm just not too sure yet

Peter Parker 🕸

His dad is coming too, apparently

You

Holy shit, Norman Osborn? The fuckin science genius?? Dude's worth a fortune

Peter Parker 🕸

You're not gonna steal money from Harry's dad, are you?

You

Who the hell do you take me for?! Of course not. I'll get with his son, marry him and THEN get the money

Peter Parker 🕸

Haha, you crack me uppp. I'll see you at 6. Drive safe, watch out for the idiots

You

You mean watch out for YOU? Yeah, I'll keep an eye out

You were absolutely freaking the fuck out. You couldn't believe that you were going to dinner and the CEO of Oscorp would be attending! You were always a science geek and meeting him was going to be like meeting the god of science. This was a dream come true!

Even though there was still over two hours till you had to drive to Peter's, you were already practicing what you were going to say, picking out your outfit, wondering how to style your hair, the whole starter pack of meeting one of the world's greatest geniuses.

Back and forth you paced around your bedroom, practicing and muttering to yourself.

"Hi, s-so nice to meet you, sir, my name is.. no, that's not good enough."

"Hi! So nice to meet you, sir. You look great- nooo."

"Hello- what?! NO! Who the hell says 'hello' in person?"

You were like a kid trying to learn how to ride a bike. Wobbly, mentally beating yourself up, and going absolutely nowhere.

So you thought it would just be best to wait until you actually got there and hoped that winging it would be the best strategy. Meanwhile, you pranced over to your bathroom, already in a pair of black dress pants. Now, you just had to pick out a shirt.

You couldn't decide between the white button-up or the red sweater. You thought button-ups were sexy in their own way, but was sexy really the look you were going for to meet the CEO of Oscorp? Probably not. Plus, this particular shirt was extremely see through, and you didn't want to have to layer up and then get all sweaty.

So, you ultimately went with the red sweater. It was knitted in such a nice pattern, with vertical lines spread across the base of the shirt and the arms. It was a sweater, but it wasn't like a heavy sweater that you'd wear to a Christmas party or something. It was perfect, just a bit too tight, but still manageable.

Putting a few spritz of hair spray in your hair and styling it to your liking, you decided to watch TV on the couch to calm your nerves before tonight's dinner.

-Time skip: 5:40 PM/17:40-

By now, you were starting to regret not preparing enough. Your hands grew shaky as your turned the wheel of your car on your way to Peter's, and you couldn't believe how nervous you were. On top of your hands being shaky, your palms also felt sweaty. You tried to get your breathing under control, too, before stepping out of your car and into Peter's garage. You usually entered the house that way.

"Yo, Peter!" you called out. "Where are ya?

"In my room, get in here!" he yelled back.

You quickly made your way to Peter's room. You knocked on the door twice before opening it, greeted by Peter styling his hair in a mirror. He saw your reflection and quickly turned to greet you.

"Hey.. you look fantastic," he commented.

"Why thank you, Mr. Parker," you responded.

"Harry just texted me a couple of minutes ago, he said he's about 5 minutes away," Peter was quick to note.

"Okay, sounds great!"

"And.. by the way," Peter added, quickly gaining your attention, "Please.. just.. give Harry a chance? I was talking to him on the phone last night and I-I really think he likes you. Don't tell him I told you this or anything, but really, Harry is such a genuine, sweet guy a-and I probably sound biased because he's like my brother but–"

"Peter, I feel like you think I hate Harry or something," you began, cutting Peter off from his rambling, "I agree with you! He's kind and very intelligent, just like his father, I just don't know if we're compatible."

"You haven't even given him a chance yet!" he interjected.

You lowered your voice to a harsh whisper, "Listen, you know what happened with me and my last relationship. Dating is not as easy to me as it might be for you. I don't know if I can trust Harry, regardless of the things you are telling me. Unless he really stuck out to me, which he doesn't at the moment, then I'm not going to throw myself at his feet, especially if you keep begging me to! If I feel that Harry and I are compatible, I will certainly try and make a move. Now, please stop asking me to try and get with your best friend just because you feel bad!"

Peter let out a long sigh, he seemed almost speechless, "...Okay. I'm sorry"

Ding dong

"Oh shit, that must be them. I'll go let them in." Like a bolt of lightning, Peter flashed out of the room, probably feeling awkward from what you had just said. You were hoping you didn't hurt his feelings. You sighed and fixed some stray hairs in Peter's mirror.

The once very quiet house suddenly became filled with noise as your heard Peter greetings the Osborns. You were always a little shy when it came to meeting new people. Now that you're meeting a multibillionare, it heightened your anxiety even more. You felt like you had a big impression to make.

Slowly you crept out of Peter's room. You can see that the part of the house you were in was still empty, so they must all still be in the foyer. You slowly inched your way there, peeking around the corner and seeing Harry talking with Peter. From where you were standing, you couldn't see Mr. Osborn.

You seized your courage and took a deep breath, taking a few steps towards Peter. He must have heard your footsteps approaching, so he turned quickly and took your wrist in his hand.

Peter put his arm around your shoulder, "Oh, and Norman, I don't believe you met Y/N yet. They've been a good friend of ours for quite some time now." You felt as though you were as stiff as a statue. You probably looked like an idiot. You were too busy smiling and being awkward that you didn't catch Norman staring at you with wide eyes.

Once you did look over at him, he shook you hand slowly, introducing himself. You shook his hand in return.

"I-It's an honour to meet you, Mr. Osborn," you tried your best to sound calm.

"Oh, please, call me Norman," he gave a small smirk, hardly visible enough to notice. He could tell you were trying not to blush.

"Dinner will be ready in about ten or fifteen minutes," Peter informed everyone.

"Sounds good," Harry replied.

Harry made his way with Peter to the living room where they shouted like madmen at the game playing on the TV. Meanwhile, you kept checking your hair in the bathroom, leaving the door open. You were never really a stickler for your hair being perfect, but tonight you thought it looked absolutely atrocious. You were getting so frustrated with it.

Without your knowledge, Norman approached the bathroom, trying his best not to admire the way you styled your hair. "You look great," Norman said, trying to reassure you, you supposed. He was leaning against the doorframe. You jumped, you didn't even hear him approach the bathroom.

"Oh, thank you, Norman," you said with a sigh of relief.

"That red sweater look amazing, too," he added, pointing to the piece of clothing. "Red really is your colour," he mostly whispered that last part. His voice was smooth like silk.

"Thank you. I wasn't actually sure about wearing this sweater tonight. Thought it looked a little silly on me."

"I think it looks gorgeous on you," he whispered again.

You were visibly blushing. You knew it and you didn't care. There was something Norman Osborn was doing to you, and you knew that he was doing it on purpose.

Peter called you both from the dining room.

"We should probably go," you mentioned.

You walked alongside Norman to the dining room, gradually separating yourself from him as you got closer to the table. You shivered when he whispered in your ear, "Sit next to me."

You innocently took a seat next to Norman at the dining room table as Harry and Peter brought out the food. You saw Harry's eyebrows furrow in confusion at the sight of you sitting next to his dad, but he didn't protest and took a seat next to Peter. Peter, too, looked confused.

The dinner was absolutely fantastic. Peter made a roasted chicken and Harry also contributed by making mashed potatoes. There were a couple vegetables to choose from, as well. It wasn't anything big, but it was just enough for the four of you. Not to mention it tasted fucking phenomenal.

You offered to collect and wash the dishes when you saw that everyone had finished. Harry offered to help you in hopes of getting to spend some alone time with you, but Norman insisted that he relaxed with Peter in the living room and that he would help you with the dishes. Harry was frustrated with his father. Norman didn't know that Harry was interested in you, but that didn't change the fact that Harry didn't get a chance to talk to you at all yet.

You grabbed some soap and began scrubbing the dishes with a sponge. You felt Norman slowly creep up to you, standing by your side and wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

"You're.. really pretty," he whispered softly, looking at the sink in front of you both.

You stopped what you were doing, completely frozen in place. Norman quickly observed this and was quick to add, "I-I'm sorry, I know that was weird to say, I-I just really think that you're.. attractive.. and..."

You smiled and looked at him, "I-It's okay, Norman, really. I think you're.. really pretty, too." Yeah, you thought he was pretty alright. Maybe a little more than pretty...

Norman's gave averted to yours, and you saw his lips part slowly. His arm was still around your shoulders and you could've sworn that you were seeing him slowly lean towards you, so you began to do the same. You swear you were about to kiss him, you wanted to so badly, but everything that seemed to be happening stopped when his phone started to buzz in his pocket.

Norman pulled out his phone and took a look at it. You thought it was a phone call but it was apparently only a text message. You saw his eyes widen after a moment and heard him mutter an 'oh shit' before storming out of the kitchen and grabbing his coat from the coat hanger. Harry and Peter heard the commotion from Norman's footsteps and quickly shuffled to the foyer.

"Dad, what's going on?" Harry asked, visibly extremely concerned. He turned his head to the side and saw you standing at the end of the foyer. His gaze softened when he saw the pain in your eyes.

"Something came up at the headquarters, I have to leave now. It's an emergency. I-It was great seeing you Peter," Norman announced in a shaky voice. He didn't even look at you as he bolted out of the door. He never even said goodbye to you..

For the rest of the night, you were very visibly upset. You tried to hide it, but it was so clear. Peter kept asking you what was wrong, but you always shook the question off. Eventually, you ended up leaving early, too. It wasn't just the Norman thing that made you upset, it was also Harry who kept pushing himself onto you after his dad left. He did it time and time again, and it genuinely made you extremely uncomfortable, so you left.

You couldn't even remember driving home that evening since your head was so preoccupied the entire drive. Why did Norman leave so soon? Why didn't he even say goodbye to you? Did you make him uncomfortable? Probably. You're a fucking loser for trying to make advances on your lover's dad. Harry probably noticed too, the way you pushed him away all night.

When you got home, you quickly threw on a hoodie and some sweatpants and launched yourself onto the couch. You fell asleep after watching some TV, you didn't even check your phone to see the texts that Peter had sent you.

Today 7:51 PM/19:51

Peter Parker 🕸

I'm really disappointed that you left early. I thought we were having a good time. Did something happen?

You didn't even talk to Harry, he's all upset now that you're gone

I'm sorry, I'm not trying to blame you or anything, I just don't understand why you left so early

Call me tomorrow, first thing in the morning

Please



You woke up pretty late the next morning, close to noon, and texted Peter apologising for last night and that you would call him later. You didn't feel like dealing with him or Harry's feelings right now.

You just couldn't get last night out of your head.

You wondered if last night was the first and last time you'd ever see Norman. You bashed yourself over and over on whether or not you did something wrong.

In the middle of making yourself some lunch, well, breakfast in this case, you heard a truck pulling into your driveway. You were assuming you were getting something you ordered online – but then you realised you haven't bought anything online recently.

After waiting for the truck to leave, you slowly made your way to your front door. You opened it slowly, like a kid trying to sneak out of their room at night, and peeked out the crack of the space between the door and the doorframe. You saw a cardboard box sitting on your front porch. It had two strings tied around it, holding an envelope in between.

You quickly snatched the box from outside and placed in on your kitchen counter. You went to grab some scissors as you wondered who could've sent you a package. One you cut the strings, you took the envelope and opened that first.

There was a letter inside of it. Strange, you don't really get cards in the mail, let alone a letter. You slowly unfolded it and began to read.

Dear Y/N,

I'm so sorry for the other night. I did not intend to leave so early. I don't even think I said goodbye to you.

I had a terrific time meeting you. Well, I shouldn't sell myself out – I think that you are absolutely gorgeous, Y/N.

From the moment I saw you, I had to peel my eyes off of you in order to make eye contact with someone else. Your smile is brighter than the sun, and that red sweater captivated your beauty perfectly.

I know I only got to talk with you for a few brief moments, but I really am interested in getting to know you better, if you would like that. My phone number is listed at the bottom of this letter. Give me a call and we can plan something out.

I'm so glad I got to meet you, Y/N.

With love,

Norman Osborn

You were absolutely touched by the letter. Your chest felt warm, as if your heart that had little cracks in it from last night were healing.

You were so glad your admiration for him was reciprocated.

You were so caught up in your bubbly little teenage-like feelings that you almost forgot to open the box. You wondered what Norman got you.. and why.

Slowly you sliced through the tape with one blade of the scissors, and opened the box. There was a little notecard on top of some wrapping paper.

I thought this would look phenomenal on you, even more than the one you wore last night. If you do want to go out, I would love to see you wear this.

You heart filled with joy. What could he have possibly bought you? You tore apart the wrapping paper to reveal what was inside. You pulled it out to fully look at its beauty.

He bought you a red sweater.

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William practically drags you into the bathroom by your wrist. His hand was squeezing it hard, but his hands were so soft. Him squeezing your wrist the way he was made his veins show more on his arm, too. This man could literally be dragging you into the bathroom to beat the living shit out of you and you would be too busy focussing on his beauty.

Once you got to the bathroom, William swinged the door open and pulled you both inside. It was a single bathroom. William slammed the door, pushed your body against it and rested both of his hands on either side of your head.

"I thought I told you to come visit me," he growled.

The way he said those last four words broke your heart. He sounded angry and hurt...

"I-I already told you, William, I didn't want Michael to catch us."

"Look, if you're not interested, just tell me," he said, raising his voice.

"I am interested! I just didn't want Michael to see us," you tried to explain.

He took a deep breath, try to calm himself before speaking again, "Michael's almost never home. You could've came whenever you wanted."

"How was I supposed to know?!" you shouted back. You were feeling a bit upset. He dragged you into this bathroom just to shout at you and belittle you for not seeing him after one week. You hardly even knew him..

You wiped your eyes as you felt tears starting to break free from your eyes. William just stood in front of you, internally panicking.

You didn't like being yelled at, especially in such a confined area as it reminded you of your father and what he would do to you. He would get mad at your mother for something stupid, then take it out on you. Something about the way he yelled at you made your body freeze as you took every bit of hate that came from his mouth. You would sit in a feeling of nausea and disgust as he did it over and over again. He never loved you. Never.

But you were never angry at him, not even once, not until now.

Not being able to stand the sight of you crying, William approched you quickly and grabbed your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face, which snapped you out of your trance. He hugged you tightly, whispering softly in your ear as the tears kept pouring out of your eyes.

"No, no no no. Baby, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Shh, sh-shh. I'm sorry, my sweet. It's okay, shh, I've got you. I've got you..."

His arms were wrapped around you so tightly. You felt so secure. Your body became warm and your crying almost instantly stopped. You were just whining softly into his chest.

He cupped your face, tilting it upwards so you were looking at him. He kissed all over your face, except for your lips, and focused specifically on where your tears had fallen. Then, he kissed your already swollen eyelids repeatedly — but he did it oh so perfectly. You could feel the regret in his soft kisses. His lips were warm against your face but cool against your eyelids that burned from crying so hard.

"How about I take you out, dear?"

You were taken aback by the question, "What?"

"Yeah, let me take you out. I can take you to a nice diner and then somewhere special so we can look at nature together. Michael told me that you talked a lot about doing that with your friends in class."

Wait, so Michael's been listening in on my conversations? Fucking creep...

William felt weird about saying that afterwards. He didn't want you suspecting that he's asked Michael a couple of times about you after you first met.

"I owe it to you, doll. I'm so sorry for dragging you here like this. I was just so scared that you didn't want to come see me again. I thought I creeped you out and scared you away. I just really.. like you, and I was going to ask you out when you came to visit me again. But regardless, I was a fucking jerk for dragging you in here and I don't even know why I did. I don't even think you–.."

He was like a teenager telling a girl he likes her for the first time. You just wanted to make him feel better. You wanted to grab his face and kiss him, kiss him again and again. You yearned for it so badly. Still, your exact feelings for William were unclear. You couldn't put a label on them just yet.

"Listen William, I-I really like you and all and I'd like to go out with you, but please don't yell at me like that again," you felt your eyes welling up with tears again. William took note of this and gave your forehead a little kiss, and again, just the feel of his lips made everything go away.

He pulled away for a moment and shuffled around a couple things in the pocket of his jacket. His outfit was very laid back and almost seemed rushed, but he still looked so good. Just the sight of him was enough to make your mouth water.

He took out his wallet and handed you his credit card, "Here, angel, go pay for your things and come back in here and change," William said with a soft smile.

"William, no! I have my own money! I don't want–"

"Sweetheart, please, I insist. I know the outfits you picked will look stunning on you, so let me buy them for you. I won't let you pay for them on your own, especially after the shit I just pulled," he took your hand and placed the card in it himself.

"Okay.. thank you," you whispered. He gave your forehead another kiss before you went and paid for your things.

You quickly made your way back to the bathroom once you had paid for the clothes. You dropped the bags and kissed William on the cheek, thanking him again for buying them for you.

As you got changed, William had his back turned towards you. He just couldn't wait to turn around and see how pretty his girlf– you were.

You checked yourself out in the mirror after you put om the pair of dark grey skinny jeans and a maroon top. You felt a little.. silly in the outfit. Maybe if you had the chance to try them on before someone interrupted you then you wouldn't have bought them.

"Okay," you sighed, "you can look now."

In a flash, William turned around. His lips parted when he saw you. "Oh, sweetheart, you look beautiful."

"Thank you," you whispered, blushing.

William slowly walked over to you, placing a hand on your waist and resting his forehead against yours. You smiled at the fact that he towered over you, him being 6'4.

You wanted to kiss him so badly.. but you didn't know if he wanted that or not.

"I'll walk out first, then you come out after a bit, so that no one gets suspicious. The store is probably closed by now."

He smirked. "Alright, angel, lead the way," he whispered. You loved the little nicknames he was giving you.

Closely huddled like two lovebirds, you and William exited the store without arousing any suspicion. You both planned on dropping your car off at his house first before going out that evening.

When you arrived, you parked your car in the driveway. William went in to check on his kids for a moment. Once that was done, you got in William's car and drove off. Did you have any idea where he was taking you? Hell no.

His car smelt so heavily of smoke that just breathing in his car was probably considered secondhand smoking – but you loved it. You loved how intoxicating the smell was, because it's his smell.

He first brought you to a diner. You always hated diners, but this one he brought you too was much more modern than the ones you've been to in the past. The food was phenomenal too, and you surprisingly didn't throw it up afterwards or got food poisoning, again, like the other times.

You both talked and laughed so much that you could hardly focus on your meals. He at one point at you laughing so hard you couldn't breathe. He has a phenomenal sense of humour. He didn't seem forty at all, or even thirty, he has such a young spirit.

This feels like a fairytale.

During the dinner, he asked you about your parents, so you decided to open up to him a small bit. You told him that you and your mom just argue constantly, and you were planning on moving out as soon as you graduated. After you told him that, his expression completely changed. He looked upset at first, then he looked like he was in deep thought, but you put this aside.

You told him a bit about your dad, too. You were very selective with what you said. All you really said was that he moved out when you were a toddler and that he wasn't fit to have kids. Well, he was great with his first daughter, just not you. William profusely apologised after you told him about your dad. It must have hit him especially hard because he's a dad too. By the time you finished telling him about your parents, you both had finished eating. He quickly paid for your things, then you got in William's car and drove off.

It was near 7 PM at this point. You were starting to feel a little tired from this crazy evening, so you closed your eyes for a little while. Before you knew it, William had parked the car and got up to grab a blanket.

"Will?" you asked, rubbing your eyes.

"Right here, darling," he called back. He must have been by the trunk.

"Where are we?" you called out to him.

He opened your door and extended a hand to you, taking you by surprise at first. You took his hand, smiling, and got out of the car, immediately admiring the beautiful scene before you.

He had brought you to some king of clearing, and the view was so surreal. You couldn't put into words how beautiful this place was.

You could see for miles, just endless hills and green. Were you still in the city? Sure didn't seem like it, you felt like you were in a whole new world. This was the most calming place in the universe. The perfect breeze of the wind, the soft sound of the trees dancing in the wind, everything just seemed to heal every wound you've ever had.

You heard William approach you, "I once heard somewhere that if you need a question answered, and you cannot find one anywhere else, turn to nature for help." Unlike before, you couldn't feel that his eyes were glued to you, as you were so focused on the euphoria around you.

"I come here a lot to get away from it all. My kids, work, the woman that I married." The phrase "the woman I married" was laced with regret.

"Then why did you bring me here? This seems like your.. happy place I guess. Your zen. Why did you bring me?" you asked, now looking at him.

"I thought you would like it here, and..." he was rubbing the back of his neck. He looked so nervous, almost like he thought he was saying all the wrong things, or didn't really know what to say at all.

"I really like it here. I'm not even gonna try and describe how beautiful I think this place is, it goes beyond words. I'm really glad you brought me here, William," you told him, hoping it would have eased some of his anxiety.

He moved a bit closer to you, resting his head on top of yours, hands in his pockets. He's never felt so calm in his life.

Just this one night spent with you, he knew he was falling for you. He didn't want to, but he didn't not want to. There's just so much you don't know. He think you'd be better off with someone else.

"You okay?" you whisper to him sweetly, pulling him out of his train of thought. He nods in response. You look deeply into his eyes.

My god, his eyes are.. beautiful...

You caught William starting to lean in as you were getting lost in his eyes, but based on how slowly he was leaning it, you figured he was nervous.

"I haven't kissed you all night," he whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise, William... just do it," you said, desperate for him to kiss you.

He grabbed your face, kissing you hard. You could feel that he missed this all evening. You held his waist and his tongue slid into your mouth quickly. He was completely taking your body and you let him.

His hands wandered all over your body, and he moaned a couple of time into the kiss. His mouth was so warm, his tongue was so soft as it swirled all over your mouth. Your brain was foggy, like he made you intoxicated.

He put his hands on the back of your thighs and lifted you up. You're surprised but you invite it. He carried you to the car and slowly opened the door to the backseat, being careful as he tried to lay you down.

He's kissing all over your face and neck. His kisses are sloppy but they're loving and his hands wrap around your body so perfectly. His hair became a mess from you tangling your fingers through it.

He pulled away for a moment, resting his forehead against yours and panting lightly through his lips.

You were both still for a moment, just gazing into each other's eyes. You still didn't really have a clue what you were feeling towards him, but you were excited for whatever was about to come in the future.

After a few minutes, though, you heard William breathing really heavy and fast. He sounded like he just ran ten miles, like he was hyperventilating and desperate for air.

"W-William? What's wro–"

You immediately felt your throat tighten when you felt something rubbing against your thigh back and forth, and you knew immediately what he was doing. Before you could say anything, he began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Have to.. have to love you.. have to make love to you." It's like he wasn't thinking straight. His mind was so focused on this one thing.

He was kissing all over your neck again — desperately now. He felt like he would die if he wasn't touching you.

"Y-You wanna do this now?"

He nodded eagerly, "Do I have your consent though, darling?"

"Sure.."

He looked at you, unconvinced, "You don't sound so sure. I would never force this upon you, dear. Just say the word and we can stop." You were very nervous, but way he hovered over you made you feel a heartbeat in between your legs.

"I'm just a virgin, so, please be gentle.." you admitted shyly.

"You're a–" he cut himself off and immediately sat up, like he had been completely turned off, "Oh no no, this won't do."

You started to panic, worried that you had driven him away, "What?"

"There's no way I'm letting you give me such a precious thing as your virginity in the back of a car," he slapped his hand against his forehead, "Fuck, I'm such a disgusting pig.."

"No, no! You're not William. You didn't know, and regardless, you were going to make love to me anyway, not just.. well, fuck me."

He sighed, kneeling on the seat now, hands on his knees, "I would really like to be your first."

"Really?" you whispered, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"Mhm, I want to take such good care of you, make you feel so loved, darling. Make you feel the love that you deserve," he started to crawl back on top of you, "Just thinking about how you'd feel around me is making me dizzy."

Wow, he was good with words.

"Just looking at you makes me dizzy," you breathed.

"Yeah?" he asked, smirking and leaning in, planting a soft kiss on your lips. "How about I take you out again next weekend?"

You laughed softly, taking your hand in his, "I can't wait."

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