inspired by Ferris Bueller's Day Off
When you're dating Ferris Bueller himself, it's go big or go home.
When I asked him in school what we were doing when he asked me over this Saturday, he slung his arm around me casually saying;
"That's for me to know and you do find out."
"But how will I even know what to wear? Are we walking because I'll have to wear flats if I go out in heels or bring snacks or-"
He stands before me, hands cupping my cheeks in the middle of a busy hallway. The people part like the sea just because it was Ferris, wearing a grin almost as big as his.
"Y/N, calm down. Just bring your beautiful self and whatever you feel comfortable in," he spoke sweetly, finishing with a kiss on my lips that I smiled through.
We parted ways for class, waving to him as he walked away not before turning back to yell:
"Clothes are optional!"
That's how I ended up in his room on a warm summer evening, wearing a leather skirt with peplum detail, red sweater and some flats because no way was chilling in heels. This was my ultimate thought but I did change shoes about 4 times before walking out the door.
My makeup was okay and so was my hair, ready for any surprise he would throw at me.
I was nervous, despite this not being our first time we spent together but now that it was starting to get dark and he still hadn't kicked me out yet, I knew things would be evolving.
Ferris had just come back from vacation to Maui with his parents so it's safe to say I was a little out of practice and really bored until he came back. Life was always boring without Ferris. Ferris could never bore me, at that moment he was strutting about his room in a different outfit from when he started pretending to be able to play the flute and I the keyboard.
Dragging me from my thoughts was the 'music 'stopping suddenly. Ferris just stood there, staring at me then the window, at me then the window again. Through the silence, a roar of an engine is heard and suddenly, as if was all a plan he ditches his flute and kneels before me.
The smell of smoke flooded my nose from outside.
"You wanna have some fun?"
I nod wearing the same smirk as him, hand grabbing my hand as tight as he could, he drags me out of his house and we run together towards Camerons not knowing what the night will bring us.
Ferris unlocks the door to Cameron's dad's garage, littered with different types of spotless cars but mainly that red Ferrari that Ferris was particularly fixed on. That car was Cameron's dad's child and would single-handedly murder anyone who came near it without his permission.
"Evening."
"Are you crazy Ferris? This is Cameron's dad's car! He loves that ca more than life itself. Not only that but are you also aware that breaking and entering is a crime that you can actually get done for," I whisper-yelled at him approaching his side to slap his chest at which he curled away from, as much as I wanted to get out I didn't really want to get caught at that moment, not by an angry dad or an angry son.
"Ouch alright, I just missed you so much when I was away and I wanted to make life fun again for you. I know how boring it is for you when I'm not here," his voice went all soft, trying to make me feel bad for him so I'd lay off.
It wasn't working.
"And when you say fun," I cross my arms, lifting my eyebrow to squeeze answers out of him like the last bit of toothpaste in the tube.
"We can do whatever you want but it has to be in that car," he points over to the glistening Ferarri, the insanity of it all making me gulp in nervousness and anticipation.
"What kind of things?" I teased, egging him on by grabbing the collar of his shirt that he was currently wearing watching how his face shined in the natural lighting of the garage.
He pretends to think, humming occasionally but backing me into the car until the polished, waxed and rinsed cool metal was obvious behind me. His hands trapped me either side, playing with my necklace that was way looser than I was in that moment.
"I was thinking maybe..." he finished his sentence by kissing my neck, each detail of his lips causing tingles that rolled my head backwards.
"That's- okay," I didn't know what to say but was disappointed when he stopped, facing me again with a mock hurt expression.
"Are you saying that's I'm just okay?" he scoffed at the word, I laughed at his sense of humour and his ability to act amazingly even though he was only joking around.
"I think you could do better," I challenge, meeting his head that was starting to bow down to meet my height.
The man was tall.
Before we had the opportunity to kiss, my lap where he pressed goes warmer with him pushing me so far back that he sits me on the bonnet. The leather skirt I wore began to rise high as he parted my legs, drawing his attention away from the amazing paint job to me with eager eyes and lips.
"I told Cameron, I said that once I bought one for myself, I'd let him use it instead of his shitty car," I laughed with him although he didn't really know what he was saying, just gazing at me on the expensive car until he couldn't take anymore.
He just totalled his third car in a row that his dad got him, getting a little too excited when going downhill and also speeding. To say I was glad we weren't actually driving today was an understatement.
"How did I get so lucky?"
Hearing him ask this was strange as I asked myself this question every single day. How could someone like me manage to land the Ferris Bueller, who was way more amazing than people actually thought?
He slots himself tightly between my legs, curling his arms around my waist until we were so close he had no choice but to kiss me. My hands gripped his collar firmly, making sure he doesn't stop as I didn't know whether or not I could've coped with that feeling.
Ferris grows more confident with the car, getting used to the feeling and starts lowering me down more onto the car until I have no choice but to lie there. The kiss grows in strength somehow pushing me further and further down into the car with our power together. His hand was dangerously adventurous and curious, travelling from my legs that he was holding to the hem of my top that he brought all the way up with him.
He throws it aside and more things follow, carrying me and placing me in the backseat until we are safely out of view from the surrounding glass walls of the garage apart from the trail of clothing that we left on the way.
I hope Ferris gave the car back in good condition because it was safe to say he'd had to have cleaned those seats before he gave it back the next day...
