I'll Never Snitch On You Daddy

Chapter 1 (18+!)

triggers: smut (18+!! DNI IF UNDER 18), angst, curse words, family drama
words: 10k 

Pierre💘 : you left these here last night baby girl

Pierre sent you a picture of a black thong that he held in his hand. You swore that he had a tracker on you; he always texted you things that made you hot at the most inconvenient of times. One time he texted you a thirst pic of him in the gym, with his legs spread and his muscles a little flexed, his tattoos on full display, asking you to meet him back at his house. That was a very fun afternoon if your memory serves you right.

I can come by and pick them up after class

Pierre💘 : see you then. I have something to give you anyways

You take a long deep breath and try to refocus your attention on the professor in the front of the class. But there was no way you could focus now. What could Pierre want to give you? Maybe he finally saw your name on a keychain in an airport- he had told you that if he ever saw one he would give it to you.

After what felt like a year sitting in the lecture hall, you couldn't wait to get to your car. Rushing past people, you fumbled with the keys in your hand and unlocked the doors.

You found several shortcuts to Pierre's house by now. This time you took the fastest route. You honestly don't know why you were so excited to get to his house.

Using the key that he gave you a few months ago to let yourself in, you called out his name and he didn't answer. Setting your backpack onto the kitchen table, you walk around the house looking for him. The closer you walk to his bedroom you start to hear the shower running. Wanting to let him know that you had arrived, you slowly opened the door to the bathroom and saw him standing in the shower.

You admired his toned figure standing underneath the water, watching steam encompass the room. "You have a cute butt, you know." He turns his head and smirks when he sees you.

"Come join me," he offers, turning the water to the temperature you like. agreeing, you slip off your shoes along with your clothes and walk towards the shower. he puts his hands on your waist and you let the water roll down your body.

"How was class?" you move to your right so the water won't get your hair wet. "Hopefully I didn't interrupt too much," he smirks and reaches for the shampoo bottle, handing it to you. He loves it when you wash his hair. That's why he swears it's so healthy.

"It was good up until you texted me. After that I had a hard time focusing." you poured the liquid into your hand and went to rub it through his thick hair. "What do you have to give me?" He perks up and runs out of the shower towards his bedroom- shouting at him not to fall since he was walking fast.

He comes back with something in his hand. Something small you have to guess. He steps back into the warm stall and shows you a ring, that had some of the largest diamonds you had ever seen in your life. the main band was silver, and it matched the few silver strands running through Pierre's hair.

"Pierre I-I can't accept that," you press your hands to your chest as you look down at the beautiful piece of jewelry.

"Yes, you can. I saw it and I thought of you immediately. I knew it would look so good on your fingers." Pierre slid the ring onto your middle finger and watched as you admired it.

"Why?" You looked up at him through your lashes, studying the few scars you see around his cheekbone and eye socket from the times he's been in fights on the ice and been hit in the face by a puck or two.

"Cause, that's our deal, isn't it? I buy you nice, pretty things, pay for your school and you give me great blow jobs." He runs his hand down the side of your face, and then down your arms.