[hero, the hard way]↣ p. parker | t.s daughter

|sixteen| - edited

It was finally Saturday. Kayden told me that he was going to come over today, and I was dreading it. I knew what he wanted, and I didn't want to give it to him. I was back on birth control, and I knew that Kayden wouldn't wait any longer. I wanted him to be happy... even if I wasn't.

"Miss Stark, Mr. Conner is coming to your room. Would you like me to alert the authorities?" FRIDAY came over my speaker.

"The authorities? No! No, don't do that. Why would you do that?"

"It seems like you are in an abusive relationship with Mr. Conner. Would you like me to alert-"

"No, FRIDAY, don't tell anyone that!" It's not abuse. It's not. He loves me.

"Hey," Kayden said from behind me. I turned around and saw him leaned against my door frame, a smirk on his face. I smiled.

"Hey," I greeted back. He came into my room all the way, pausing to shut and lock the door, and wrapped his arms around me. I hugged him back.

"Miss me?" He asked softly, and I nodded. He went away for his 19th birthday. My 16th birthday was a month away. 4 years isn't that much, right?

Kayden backed me up onto my bed and pushed me down gently. He laid behind me, my back to his chest, just like Peter and I had done so many times.

Unlike Peter, though, Kayden wasted no time pushing a warm hand up my shirt from the bottom, fingers running over the outline from my Arc Reactor and on the outline of my bra. Peter would ask first, make sure I was okay with it. But Kayden isn't Peter. I have to learn to be okay with that.

I turned on Netflix and we watched some movie that I didn't really care about. When the credits rolled, his hand left from under my shirt.

"Are you ready?" He asked. I paused.

"You know I haven't done anything before, I don't think I'm ready," I answered. He shrugged his shoulders and adjusted both of us, so he was straddling me.

"You're ready, babe," He said smoothly, his hands finding the hem of my shirt. He pulled it over my head and let his hungry eyes scan over my chest.

"I don't want this," I said firmly. He pinned my hands over my head with one of his, smirking.

"Shh, I'll make it good for you."

"Kayden, stop! I don't want this," I repeated. He pulled his shirt off as well, connecting his lips with mine. "No, Kayden. I don't want to," I mumbled when he broke away.

"It's not really your choice, babe," He mumbled.

And so we had sex. Or, no, it wasn't sex. And it wasn't we. I kept mumbling no, I kept asking him to stop, but he didn't. And I know, I know that sex without consent isn't sex. That's rape. But this wasn't that, right? Kayden's a good guy, he wouldn't do that.

God, it hurt. One of his hands smothered my mouth, muffling whimpers. It didn't last long, maybe two minutes, but it hurt so bad. When a girl loses her virginity it always hurts, I knew that. But Kayden gave me no time to adjust to him. He forced himself in and put two fingers in my mouth to muffle my scream.

I laid next to him in bed, the sheet covering my body.

Sex without consent is rape. You know that, Ari, so why are you still near him? Because he loves you.

A knock at my window pulled me from my thoughts. Peter.

"You have to go, now." I said firmly, sitting up and tossing his clothes to him. I rushed to my closet, sheet still wrapped around me, and put on a hoodie and sweats. My core was aching, but Peter was hurt on the other side of my window. I came out of the closet and Kayden sat on my bed, fully dressed.