CORDUROY DREAMS || PAYTON MOORMEIER

drunk🔆

"payton! are you ready?" i yell from the bathroom, applying my mascara. we were getting ready for a party at my friends, riley's, house.

"yeah!" payton shouts back and i leave the bathroom. "no, put something else on." his hand covers my breasts as he shakes his head.

"i like this dress!" i pout and he rolls his eyes.

"i don't want everyone looking at what's mine." he huffs, still covering me.

"whatever, let's go." i grab his hand and walk to the car. we arrive at the house and so many people were there, we mostly knew them though.

"hey y/n!" i hear someone call my name. i turn to see riley smiling at me.

"yooo! how are you?" o ask and hug her.

"good, you?"

"good!"

"enjoy yourself tonight," she looks at payton and back to me, "no too much." she winks and walks away. payton blushes and looks at me, my mouth is slightly open and my face is hot.

"anywayssss," i chuckle, "let's dance." payton takes my hand and brings me to the dance floor. we were dancing for a while until luke, the fuck boy of school, comes up to me.

"looking hot." he bites his lip as his hand holds a red cup with someone kind of drink in it. his eyes stared at my breasts.

"no." payton pulls me backwards by the waist and uses a hand to cover my cleavage.

"aww, she has a boy toy now, so she can't hoe around and be a whore like she used to, huh?" like chuckles and i look taken back. i did act like one a year ago because i was on drugs, until i met payton. he has helped me so much.

"don't talk to her like that." payton says firmly and his eyebrows furrow.

"payton, let's go." i grab his wrist and pull him back, but he just keeps staring into luke's eyes madly. "please, baby, don't waist your time on him." i take his face in my hands and make him look at me. he let's out a huff and softens up. "let's have fun, okay?" i smile.

"okay." he nods and walks to the drinking table with me. i was starting to chug beers with my friends and i got really drunk. i couldn't see straight and i felt like shit. i see payton sitting on the couch and the red lights are shining on his face, only making him hotter. his muscles showed perfectly in his black tank top and his chains danced in the lights. he was sat with his head leaned back slightly, showing his neck.

"heyyy babyyy!" i sit on his lap. his head shoots up and he looks at me, frowning.

"you're drunk." he says.

"pfff nooooooo." i roll my eyes. "i want you." i say and trace a line down his neck with my finger. he shakes his head and grabs my waist.

"not when you're drunk." he says firmly and raises his eyebrows.

"pleaseeee?" i give him puppy dog eyes but he still refuses. i cross my arms and pout. "you are mean!" i whine.

"i'm not gonna take advantage of you like that.

"you're it if you have my permission."

"you don't know what you're saying, y/n."

"yes i do!"

"you don't."

"i do."

"i'm not gonna fight with you about this."

"please?"

"no."

"ple-" his finger covers my mouth, shutting me up.

"shhh." he says, "let's get home." he says and i pass out in his arms.

payton's point of view.

no matter how much a wanted her right now, i couldn't do that to her. she was shit faced and didn't know what she was saying. she finally passed out in my arms so i said my goodbyes with her limp body in my arms and took her home. i changed her clothes and tucked her in.

"goodnight, i love you." i say and cuddle up to her.