Why Don't We Smuts

Make the car shake {C.B}

my boyfriend and I sat in his car in my parents driveway. I was stressing the fuck out. my mom and dad do not like Corbyn. They've never met him but i've told them stories. Corbyn and I have an on and off type of relationship. Him and I love each other so much, but because our personality's are so similar we bud heads sometimes. and most times when that happens it doesn't end well. but we're back together and we're doing things differently this time. we really wanna make things work. which is why we're at my folks house. all I told them was that I have someone i'd like for them to meet. so they have no idea he's with me.

it was almost time to go inside and I was trembling with fear and anxiety. Corbyn pulled me out of my thoughts when he put his hand on my thigh and called out to me.

"y/n, it's time to go inside.. are you okay?"

he asked, worry written all over his face.

"no Corbyn im not okay. im fucking terrified."

he sighed and took my hand in his.

"I know you're nervous my love but I promise everything will be okay. and no matter what happens tonight i'll be right here the whole time." he smiled kindly at me while rubbing my thigh gently with his thumb. I nodded.

"okay, i'm ready."

we both got out the car and made our way up the stairs to the door. I took one last deep breath before opening up the door.

Corbyn and I stepped inside and I closed the door behind me. my mom and dad smiled brightly at me and, from their perspective, the strange boy standing next to me.

they smiled at Corbyn and me as we took off our shoes. they gave us both big hugs. shortly after they stepped back and stared at me.

"well sweetheart, aren't you going to introduce us to this handsome young man you've got there next to you?" my mother asked.

Corbyn blushed softly at my mothers kind words and took my hand in his. I took a long deep breath.

"momma, daddy. This is my boyfriend, Corbyn."

my father froze and my mother's face dropped. I could feel my lip begin to quiver but I knew I couldn't let myself cry.

"y/n, sweetness, can I talk to you upstairs for a moment please?" I nodded and let go of Corbyn's hand.

"Corbyn honey you go have a seat on the couch okay? make yourself at home. we'll be back in just a minute." my mom looked at my dad and he nodded. my mother then grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs, into her and dad's bedroom. she closed the door behind us, although it sounded more like a slam, then let go of my hand.

she paced around the room while I sat on the bed watching her.

"what the hell is wrong with you?! THAT is Corbyn?! the boy you've cried to me about for the past 8 months?! honey I raised you so much better then this. he has done so many horrible things to you but yet still you decide he's the one you want to bring home to your parents? you know this just feels like one big slap in the face, to me and to your father. we raised you to know how to respect yourself and your feelings, and this right here. is not it! I cannot believe thi-"

"MOM STOP!" i protested, my tears streaming down my cheeks.

"yes I know this looks bad but mom, I love him so much. I understand that what happened in the past isn't good, but what YOU need to understand is the fact that we're together and he makes me happy. we are dealing with our differences and we're doing so much better then before. and if you just get to know him you'll see that in him too. he's changed and he has grown so much. so please.. i'm begging you. just give him one more chance. please."