One Shots (Solangelo Edition)

Most People. . .

(A/N) This was requested by ffoodie who is amazing.. so... yea!

-Asexual!Nico College AU-
WARNING: Use of horribly written dirty talk, some... uh... turning-on-people shit, and kissing. It's also long...

Most people wouldn't be hiding in a corner right now. Most people would be off getting drunk, having sex of all sorts, and then waking up tomorrow to regret everything.

That's what most people called fun around here.

The only reason I came here in the first place is because... well... Will Solace. He was attending this dorm party, so I decided to tag along. I didn't have anything better to do, and he would be a pretty sight on the dance floor.

And damn, he was. Will had been dancing by himself for the past hour. It was weird, seeing as he could get literally any girl he wanted. Or guy, for that matter.

So, here I am, watching him from afar. People are swarmed all around me, but nobody sees me. The corner is shaded, thankfully.

All was good for a while. Will hadn't drank more than half a red solo-cup of beer, so he wasn't drunk. I didn't want him to get drunk. I had plans...

"Hey," somebody said, stumbling towards me. I couldn't recognize them off the top of my head, by they looked familiar. "Wanna dance?"

I frantically shook my head 'no'. I was perfectly okay where I was. Nothing, except leaving with Will, could have made me happier right now.

"Oh, c'mon!" They said. "It'd be rude to turn down a dance." That's what raised my attention. People were watching us. If I turned this person down, I'd be judged. I'd be the rude person who didn't want to dance with this poor person.

"Alright." I followed this person to the center of the room. I let them grab me in places that I didn't want to be touched, just because I didn't want to be portrayed as rude. I let them hold me as if they owned me.

And I hated it. I hated every second of it.

But I put up with it for this stranger's sake.

"You're really swell at dancing," they stated, swaying their hips a little, and getting a bit too close to my crotch.

Please let me leave, let me leave, please, please, don't drag this out farther.

My hope was such a funny thing. Their hips were grinding on mine. Most people would have been into this, grinding back and shit.

But I wanted to leave. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. This wasn't how I wanted to be partying. This wasn't what I came here for. It's scary, and I don't like it. Silently, I begged for them to back away.

When they wouldn't, I did. I wanted to run back into my corner, but they grabbed my shoulder. "Hey, baby, don't do that." Their eyes were gleaming with unspoken words of all the horrible things they were imagining. I was frightened. Too scared to move at all.

They led me to a room, and I stood frozen with fear. I saw Will look back as the stranger led me off, but I was too distant to read his facial expression.

The horrifying stranger led me to a wall, caging me in their arms. "Please," I whispered.

They must have took this as a beg. "Please what~?"

"Please let me go," I squeaked. "I'm asexual, I don't like this stuff. I just want to stay at home and eat Oreos-"

A shushing noise cut me off and a finger pressed to my lips. "You just haven't had it good yet." I felt lips press against my jaw, crawling up and down my neck. I prayed to every god ever known to man they wouldn't go to my lips.

They wouldn't steal my first kiss.

Lips pressed closer and closer to my mouth. I was shaking as a suppose-to-be soothing hand was rubbing up and down my arm. Hickeys were forming on my jawline, and salty tears had started to crawl down my cheeks.

I was scared. I was crying.

Hands creeped to the hem of my shirt, forcing it off. This was no longer fun and games.

This was rape.

"No-" I tried to squeak out, but a hand pressed against my mouth. Hot lips pressed against my abdomen, and fat tears were dripping from my chin. I hoped my attacker wouldn't notice.

I didn't expect to be saved. I didn't expect anyone to think I wouldn't want this, because, most people would welcome this behavior with open arms. A hot stranger wants to do the deed? Yes please.

But not me. I'm not most people.

I surely, not ever, would have expected William Solace to charge the door down, umbrella in hand, and whack my attacker over the head.

I would never dreamed of him retrieving my shirt for me, or him embracing me in comforting arms once my shirt was back on.

I would never have dreamed of Will Solace.

"It's okay," Will cooed. "You're fine. I've got you." I was still violently shaking and crying, but Will helped.

"I-I'm sorry," I sobbed into his shirt. "I-I w-was weak, a-a-and-" I cut myself off, choking on a loud sob.

"It's alright." Will smiled at me. "You didn't submit to them. You didn't let them get too comfortable. And if that's not strength, I don't know what is. They're going to jail, Nico. I'm going to make sure of that."

I looked up at him. His face was blurred due to tears. But he was smiling. And that was enough of a promise for me.