You are the only one I can trust [cw]

They did say that the truth came from children and drunk people, but a man in love who was in denial about being in love wasnt exactly thinking rationally. Maybe he just hoped that pushing her away would put a lid over what he felt and simply let it boil out. He held her wrist in his strong hand and he knew that if he truly wanted her off of him, he could remove her. But he felt too weak to do it. Not physically weak but emotionally. “I would disappoint you,” he just said, frowning at her before he made a deep sigh. “Just because I’m a good friend and I listen to you and see you or whatever I do, doesnt make me a good person to be with,” he said, his frustration creeping back into his tone. “I’m not. I’m a hotheaded idiot that doesnt know shit about being with someone else. My only relationship lasted less than a year and that was only because she took so long to be fed up with my bullshit,” he hissed softly, looking into her eyes. Despite how aggressively he was handling the situation, his eyes were like puppy-eyes, begging her to see through and see how it was his deprivation and need to be loved.

It seemed so tempting, to let her in and let her see what kind of person he really was. But he just couldnt deal with it. Rational thinking was something he used with everything in his life. He was quite smart on that specifically. But he knew nothing about love, nothing that was of any use in this situation. It was all new and scary and then there was also the mix of the arousal he felt from when she had pushed him onto the bed and crawled over him. Lust and pleasure was something he knew how to handle, but caring and loving was different. Elora had taught him to care, when he cared for her but that was family.
What was he supposed to do with someone who had been a stranger and now was a friend? A friend that gave clear signs of wanting more than a friendship? Her sounding so certain that they would have their first kiss made him swallow hard but he wasnt surprised. It felt more like a demand, that he’d stop fighting this pointless fight of acting different than he felt. He gave in. Let her get comfortable and dig her face into his neck as he felt her drift away. He felt his own eyes get heavy and in those last seconds of concious thinking before falling into the invevitable sleep he realized; fuck. They were still both fully clothed.

Andrew was sleeping like a stone, as he usually was once he had fallen into that deep sleep. Though he wasnt quite used to sleep with someone else, it didnt seem to faze him much this time. Maybe the alcohol did have some sort of effect on him that wasnt being drunk but still doing something. Her moan was like a redirecting finger, shoving whatever dream he had in a different direction. Suddenly he was back a fair few hours to when she had pushed him on his back but this time it was with the intended purpose. He looked up at her with his teeth gritted softly, trying to grasp at her hips to regain some control but she wouldnt let him. She kept telling him to give in and let her have him but even in his dream he couldnt.
A soft grunt left his sleeping self, but it wasnt quite portraying anything sexual as to what was happening. Was it odd that he liked this? Feeling her on top of him, her nails running down his chest with the intent to leave marks.. He opened his eyes, blinking up at the ceiling as he felt botg warm and aroused beyond belief. His breath was shuddering a little and the fabric of his clothes felt so tight.
He went to the bathroom to sort himself out, throw some water in his face but as he got to the door, he heard the faint whimpers. He grabbed the handle and tried to open the door but it was locked. “Valerie, open the door,” he said in a raspy morning voice. He couldnt really tell if he was still in his dreaming state or actually awake, so everything felt a little fluid. He wouldnt move until she opened the door and if she did, she would be surprised if she let him in. He could almost smell her arousal, it was radiating off of her skin in the sweetest smell of pheromones. That and his unsureness of still dreaming or being awake just did something to him.
He pushed her to the sink, and lifted her up onto it with ease. “Naughty girl,” he whispered in that raspy tone, running his hand down her exposed thigh if she hadnt gone back into her jeans. “Have I given you permission to come?” He asked quite demanding, running his hand back up and right to her treasure. His firm fingers running over the soaked spot on her underwear, grunting softly under his breath. “I thought we agreed that you could only come if I allow it,” he hissed sensually, running his fingertips over her nub before going further down. His other hand quickly grabbed hers and held them by her wrists around her lower back. “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he demanded once again in a firm tone. She might have had control in his dream, he wasnt going to let that happen again.

For Andrew, reality still hadnt kicked in just yet. He thought he was free to do whatever he wanted, and because she seemed to want it too, there were no reason to believe that this wasnt just another dream of his. Her plea made the brute grunt in return, but she had said what she wanted. But would he just that easily hand it out to her? “You better behave, or I’ll tease you right till you think you’ll cum and then I’ll stop,” he warned her, his puppyeyes looking less puppy-like. More like the eyes of a beast, looking at it’s prey. Her breasts were perking up just right by the way he held her hands on her back. Of course he wouldnt get to see that because she was still wearing her shirt.
“No you’ll be a good girl now. You’ll be my good girl and then I’ll make you cum,” he hissed again, gritting his teeth a little. He felt himself slowly get hit by impatience, how he just wanted to unbuckle his belt and take her right here and there. Leave her ravaged and claimed as his. But he couldnt let himself do that just yet. “Did you let your cocksucking boyfriend touch you with his lousy touch? Bet he couldnt make you feel this way, just by looking at the pool you’re making right here on my sink. Do you like when I hold you tight?” He asked her, leaning down over her as his hand grazed down her underwear. “Only good girls get to come properly,” he decided as he began teasing her, pressing gently over her entrance, letting the fabric rob her from feeling his fingers properly. He gasped softly as he pressed barely a fingertip inside of her with her underwear still on. He leaned his head down to her ear, a soft mocking smile spread on his lips. “You really prepared yourself for me, huh? Your hole is almost begging to feel my cock inside of you,” he whispered into her ear, his thumb starting to tease her nub mercilessly, but not too rough.

If he had only realized that this wasnt a dream, his shame would have been beyond belief. This was a part of him that he thought he would never show to anyone, just how depraved and perverted he could be under the right circumstances. Sex wasnt always just about domination for him, but he had felt so out of control in his dream that he felt like he had to regain that control. The embarassment of realizing this was reality was yet to hit him. She buckled and came under his touch, making him frown as he seemed quite angry about it. “You cumming already? I havent even begun with you,” he mocked her but at the same time, there was proudness to be found in his tone. “Guess I’ll have to give you something to actually cum to then,” he remarked, letting her ride out her high on his fingers, despite the fact that he hadnt given her permission.
“Your suckass boyfriend would probably flip you around and take you from behind. But I wont. I want you to see me as I fuck you like no one else has ever fucked you,” he warned her, removing his hand from her treasure before moving it to his own pants, unbuckling his belt and button with ease. Normally he would have preffered a more thorough foreplay, but he wanted to rob her from getting to pleasure him. That was only for good girls and she had proved to be naughty. “Naughty girls get fucked like the brats that they are,” he scolded her, pulling out his length before he looked down her body. “I’m gonna ruin you, so no one else can have you but me,” he hissed, grabbing her underwear to slip it aside. He ran two fingers up her entrance to feel her juices and then placed those two fingers in his mouth to clean them off. “Beg for my mercy. Beg to feel my cock inside of you,” he demanded, tightening his grip a little around her wrists. If she obeyed, he would reach over to a drawer and pull out a condom that he opened with his mouth. He slid it on with such ease and placed himself at her entrance, not letting go of her at any point. She had to know that he was in control of thid whole ordeal. He slid inside her slowly, groaning ina controlled manner as to not just moan. Moans were for the good girls and she had a lot to prove yet.

He could have just thrusted deep inside of her and made her feel like she was nothing but a hole to him, but she wasnt. She was so much more and despite how roughly he was handling her and how aggressively he was speaking to her - In the end he cared so much for her. And that’s why he made sure that when he slipped inside of her and felt those tight walls press around him, he wouldnt be hurting her. He stuck to still only groaning softly, gritting his teeth softly in pleasure. Fuck, he had only entered her and already it felt so fucking perfect.
Her plea made him look at her, frowning a little at her words. “A good girl knows when she’ll be rewarded,” he groaned as he started pulling out of her. He could feel her fight to get free but he wouldnt let go that easily. “Behave,” he commanded, slowly letting go of her hands. His arm instead moved down to press a palm against the surface of the sink, making his upper body press against hers and force her lower back against the mirror.
He pressed into her in a firm movement, biting down on his tongue to not moan in pleasure. She could make him crumble if she wanted and it was only fuelling his aggression. “If you’re close to cumming, you better tell me. If you dont, I will chain you to my fucking bed and fuck you senseless every night. You will be my slave, all because you thought you could cum when I’m the one fucking you,” he warned her, clearly not messing around this time. His hips started thrusting deep and with intent, but at the same time he was searching for the point that would make her squeal in the purest bliss. “Your shitty boyfriend aint me. He can try, but once I’m done with you, all you’ll want is me,” he sensually whispered, his thrusts picking up a speed as he pressed her back against the mirror. He liked this, the feeling of protecting her while he was also just mercilessly pressing himself inside of her. A sweet moan left his lips and made him bite down on his lower lip while he cursed under his breath.

He could have stopped talking about her boyfriend but he wanted her to know that that douche was meaningless now, that Andrew was here to take his place. Well, under the impression that he was still dreaming. He did feel as awake as could be, but intoxication had taken over and kept him from thinking rationally. Had he been awake, this definitely wasnt the approach he had had in mind for them. But nonetheless, her insides were being filled out by him and it felt too godly to be real. His cheeks were flushed with colour, his breath staggering with every movement that forced out a groan or a moan if he was getting himself too into it.
Her begging made his core spin, his movements speeding up while her magic words sent tingles down through his body. His free hand grasped at her bouncing breast, keeping it in place while he felt his own high build up. “You make it hard for me to not just cum with you. Hold on just a little longer, be a good girl,” he spoke softly now, his muscles tensing as he felt like he could implode. And just then, his expression turned vulnerable, his moans barely leaving his throat as he gave in and came. He pressed deep into her as he released his seed, had he not been wearing a condom, he would have worried where it all would have gone. He collapsed slightly onto her, making a few lazy strokes to make sure he had emptied himself completely. His breath was heavy and in a soft voice he praised her, calling her a good girl.

The smell aftershocks of pleasure were hitting him just the right way, making his length throb inside of her from time to time. He was certain that by this time, he would be waking up to an unpleasant surprise in his underwear, with how intense that had felt, it could only be so. But he wasnt waking up, in fact his mind was slowly coming down from his high. And as she whispered, his eyes widened a little, lifting himself to look at her with confusion and maybe a little shame. “Oh fuck...” he mumbled a little bewildered, unsure of how to react or what to say in the moment.
He leaned away, pulling himself out of her with a soft groan, swallowing hard as he looked down at the condom. “I’m so sorry,” he mumbled, shaking his head at himself. What had he done? He had been so certain that it was merely a dream, and she had been into it too. He covered his face and drew in a deep breath. “This.... Valerie... I’m sorry,” he just said, pulling off the condom before getting back into his pants. He was a bit panicked at this rate, and by not knowing what to say, he just left. Maybe it wasnt the best reaction to realize that a dream had in fact been reality, but Andrew wasnt the smartest when it came to love. He made his leave quicker than they could get to talk about what had just happened, even though they were in his apartment.

She yelled after him and he knew it was bad. She was far too close to him now and he had to push her away, back to the arm’s length he had been trying to keep her at. Though that was probably a little too late as he realized they had just fucked on his bathroom sink. His heart was even still racing, even more now when panic was flushing over him. Her grip around his wrist made him stop but he couldnt look at her. He was quiet, just looking ahead. He had been so close to the front door, so close to just being able to run. And now he was faced with confrontation.
He drew in a trembling breath. “Valerie, I cant do this to you.” He said, turning around to look at her in all seriousness. Even though he was the one to tower over her, he felt overpowered by those sad eyes of hers. “You should find a sweet guy who you could bring home to your parents and he’d convince them that you’re better off with him,” he said in all seriousness, looking at her with those sad puppy eyes of his. He was hurting himself more than was good but yet he couldnt admit how he wanted to be with her. “I’m not good for you. Even if that we just did felt so fucking good. I’m no boyfriend material or anything like that,” he said, hoping she could understand. Could she tell how his heart was still yearning for her despite his own words? “I dont know how to convince you that I’d make you miserable in the long run. You just have to believe me,” he said, the frustration from last night back in his voice, because it tore at his heartstrings.

He knew she didnt want to hear him tell her who she should and shouldnt be with, but couldnt she realize that despite how alike he probably sounded with her parents, his stance came from caring. Because he actually gave a shit about her feelings and wellbeing. It felt like she was in love with who she thought he was underneath it all. Who didnt love a tall cold brute who they thought was caring and nice underneath the surface. Which he essentially could be, but he didnt believe it himself. He was so sure that he would do more harm than good.
He listened to her story and looked down for a second, shaking his head. “You shouldnt have fallen in love with me,” he said in a pained tone, because it was cheap words coming from him. He just couldnt let her past his walls and let her in close. This was just a desperate attempt to shield himself from love and it’s scary unknowingness.
“It felt just like my dreams,” he admitted in a low defeated tone. “But what are we supposed to do with that? Just because it feels like paradise for me to be with you, doesnt change a single thing when it comes to me eventually hurting you,” He tried so desperately to reason with her.
But her fluid eyes were calling for him to reach out, just as her words. Hold her close and give in. “I cant Valerie,” he said, clearly not changing his mind or even budging. Ot was taking a toll on the both of them, but he was sure it was for the best. “I’m not gonna change my mind,” he whispered, in case his other words hadnt been the nails on the coffin already.