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TW: hetero relationship, mention of force of head

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y/n's pov:

"C'mon y/n, let's go home." my boyfriend Jacob said to me. He had one of his hands around my waist, and the other held a beer. He was drunk, which was never a good sign. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. 

Sometimes my boyfriend would force me to give him head, but that was as far as he pushed me (thank god). I had a feeling it was going to be worse tonight because he was drunk. 

As we were walking out of the small house party, I turned to face Jacob. "I want to stay there actually. I have had enough of you forcing me to do things I don't want to do. You are clearly drunk, so I will order you an uber and you should go home." 

Jacob started arguing with me and calling me out for just being tired and saying that I was the one who was drunk. I didn't like arguing, especially in public. Arguing with anyone is just uncomfortable for me. 

"Hey girl, do you remember me, Tate, from your old dance class 2 years ago?" a girl from across the street said to me. She gave me a look to let me know she was trying to help. "Hey Tate! Nice to see you! How have you been?" I was so grateful for her. 

"Walk with me and I will have to fill you in on everything." Tate said

She gently placed her hand around my wrist, to let me know I was safe.

"Jacob I will see you tomorrow" I said while walking off.

"Thank you so much, I am eternally grateful. I'm y/n by the way." I said

We kept walking and telling each other about ourselves. "Come home to my place, I don't mind and I feel like I would feel safe if I knew you were here and not with that jerk boyfriend you have." Tate asked.

I nodded my head. I felt like I could trust Tate after what she has done for me (I mean, it is Tate McRae...). We reached her place after a few more minutes of walking. She led me to her room, and asked, "Can you sleep with me tonight, I would feel more comfortable knowing your next to me". I nodded.

Tate walked over to her closet and grabbed a hoodie and some boxers. "Here you can change into these, I have extra toothbrushes in the cabinet under my sink. You can use my toothpaste." she explained. "Thanks, T" I didn't look behind me, but Tate's cheeks flushed a bright pink at the nickname I called her.

After a few minutes, I came out of the bathroom in Tate's clothes. Tate was standing on the edge of her bedpost, glued to her phone. I walked toward the bed, but Tate's eyes glanced up from her phone to me. She put her phone in her pocket and walked over to me.

Her arms reached out, motioning for a hug. I gladly accepted, falling into her embrace. We stayed like that for a solid 10 seconds, before she broke away. She smiled at me, but it was more of a smile like she was sorry for me.

I got settled in her bed, and it was comfy. I checked my texts, and thankfully Jacob had not texted me. The bathroom door opened, revealing Tate in another set of boxers and an oversized hoodie.

"Hey"

"Hi"

She climbed into the other side of the bed next to me, with a respectful distance between us.

"Thank you again for letting me crash at your place. It means a lot" I told her, placing my hand over hers. "Of course, it was the least I could do." Tate responded.

"Goodnight Tate"

"Goodnight y/n"

I turned over to the other side, so my back was facing her. I couldn't go to sleep because I kept hearing Tate toss and turn all night. At one point, she was really close to me, and I could feel her breath on my neck. I grabbed her hands from behind me, and put it over my waist.

"Is this okay?" I asked

"Mhmm"

Her grip around me tightened, and she pulled me closer so my back was pressed up against the front of her body. I felt a sense of safety wash over me, and drifted off to sleep.



charlie speaks:


Hey! im back! I know some of you guys asked for requests, and I am working on them, but sometimes I do get random ideas and the requests don't come as easy to me while writing. Love yall!

P.S. I wrote this at 2:44 A.M. so if there are major grammatical errors, forgive me.

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