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Steph's Crew - Part 19: A Special Connection

Intro:

And we're back!

I've actually mentioned this part in previous posts… this is the part of the story that came out of nowhere! But I decided to keep it in. Added some much-needed tension (and it leads to some fun callbacks/references in future instalments). And it gives a lot of interesting development to Stephanie and Bret, exploring their relationship/dynamic in a way that hasn't really been done before.

It is kind of bad, though. Like, morally. These two do something that's not so great… (I mean, they're rebels. So they're always causing trouble. But this is a different kind of mistake if you know what I mean.)

We're going to get some follow-up on where the last part ended off... brace yourselves for that lol. It's a doozy.

The start of a friendship (Flashback to last academic year)

(It's lunchtime. The library is bustling with students sitting together and studying. Stephanie is sitting alone at the only free table remaining, engrossed in a textbook. Bret walks in, scanning the room for an empty seat. He notices the only available spot is at Stephanie's table. He hesitates for a moment, then reluctantly approaches the table. Stephanie looks up and smiles at him)

Stephanie: (sincerely) Hey! You want a seat? You're more than welcome to join me.

Bret: (hesitates, but eventually smiles back) I guess. Thanks. (sits down next to her)

Stephanie: You're welcome! (pauses) So…

Bret: So.

(There’s an awkward silence. Bret glances at her textbook with mild interest)

Bret: You’re reading.

Stephanie: Astute observation.

Bret: That’s crazy. I never saw you as the reading type.

Stephanie: (rolls her eyes) Oh, shut up, you.

Bret: What's the book about?

Stephanie: Oh, it’s about psychology. It’s Elise’s, she let me borrow it when I told her that I'm really into understanding human behaviour and how the mind works.

Bret: Are you actually into that crap?

Stephanie: To be honest, no. I was just looking for a conversation starter. But I may start to properly get into it… this book is fascinating AF.

Bret: (laughs) Fair enough. (confused) El doesn’t take Psychology, though. How does she have textbooks on it?

Stephanie: Yeah, she told me that she just studies it for fun.

Bret: Ah. Figures.

Stephanie: (puts the book down) So, tell me about you. Are you interested in psychology? Or anything, for that matter?

Bret: Hmmm. Well, I've never really been into psychology. Sounds like a bunch of mumbo-jumbo to me. I feel like people are just mentally messed up, that's all.

Stephanie: Well, not everyone can appreciate the wonders of the human mind. But you never know, maybe one day you'll find something in psychology that piques your interest.

Bret: I highly doubt that, but I'll keep an open mind, just for you. Since you’re new and all.

Stephanie: Why, thank you very much!

Bret: How has your first week been?

Stephanie: Much better than most of my first weeks at new schools. I think I'm going to like it here a lot. Could've done with a little less attitude from you, though… just saying.

Bret: It's all just part of my charm, Steph. You'll get used to it.

Stephanie: (laughs) You know, I sense that underneath your laid-back exterior, there’s a hidden deep and intellectual side just waiting to be discovered.

Bret: Well, you really shouldn't get your hopes up too high, Stephanie. You get easily disappointed that way.

Stephanie: I doubt that, Bret. I believe that everyone has potential.

Bret: You're beginning to sound a lot like El, you know.

Stephanie: Well, she's right. She's pretty great, you know. I've only known her for a week and I already love her so much.

Bret: Yeah, she's an amazing friend. I'm really lucky to have someone like her.

Stephanie: Yeah. (pauses) But she makes a good point, you know. Everyone has potential. Even you. You just need to believe that.

(The two smile at each other, sharing a moment of connection. A spark of curiosity and possibility flashes through the air. Little did they know, this encounter would be the start of a complicated but transformative friendship)

Stephanie: And besides, your best friend is a total brainiac. She’d be happy to help get you interested in more academic and creative pursuits.

Bret: (laughs) Really? I don’t think El has the time to waste on hopeless causes such as those. But who knows?

Drunk, lonely, miserable losers

(Stephanie is chilling at home alone in the evening. She's sitting on her sofa and finishing off some homework. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. She heads to the door and opens it, seeing Bret. He looks stressed out about something)

Stephanie: Bret?

Bret: Hey, Steph. Nobody else is here, right?

Stephanie: Uh, no. Why?

Bret: Cool. (immediately walks in and heads into the living room. Stephanie follows after)

Stephanie: Bret, are you okay? Also, where’s Elise? Lately, you two never seem to be apart.

Bret: We're going through a weird thing right now.

Stephanie: Define "weird."

Bret: We kind of had an argument.

Stephanie: What?! Why?!

Bret: Because I lashed out at my aunt right in front of her. She came over ours and she had to witness a whole screaming match.

Stephanie: Damn, bro. That's a lot.

Bret: (sighs) Yeah.

Stephanie: Aw, poor El. (pauses) Why did you fight with your aunt, Bret?

Bret: It was about Gordon.

Stephanie: Gordon? Your uncle Gordon? The one with the radio show?

Bret: (voice laced with bitterness) Yeah. Him.

Stephanie: Oh, I used to listen to him all the time! He's so funny, oh my gosh… (trails off when she notices how angry and upset Bret is) Ahem. Sorry. What seems to be the problem with Gordon? Why are you fighting with your aunt about him?

Bret: Well, for starters, he's the same prick who threw that damn party, the one my parents were driving to when… when they died.

Stephanie: Yeesh… (pauses, then proceeds gently) Ok. So, what exactly happened with you and Elise? I mean, does she even know you're here right now?

(Bret looks away, unable to answer, and instead takes a step forward)

Stephanie: I'll take that as a "no."

Bret: No one knows. (pauses) Here's the thing - both me and Aunt Rach hate Gordon, for different reasons. I guess I was just angry that she was kind of invalidating my feelings towards him. I tried explaining that to El, but she just… she doesn't get it. Nobody does.

Stephanie: I- um… Ok. But you guys are going to be ok, right? Like, you're still together? You're not broken up?

Bret: Well, no. But we haven't spoken since it happened that night. And now, I'm all confused. I have no frigging clue what to do with myself. Normally when I get like this, I go talk to El about it, but I have no clue how to talk to her about this.

Stephanie: (trying to get him to leave) I think you should just go to her now. Have a proper conversation about this with her as soon as possible. I mean, you can't avoid this forever, man. And Elise really loves you! She cares about you so much, I'm sure she'll understand-

Bret: That's just it, though. She cares so much. You know how she's like… It's like all everybody else's problems are her problems. And I have so many problems! I don't want to be a burden on her. Not like how I was before… you know, like back when I broke her favourite vase last term and almost ruined our friendship. And other stuff like that. I don't want to stress her out with all the crazy shit that I have to deal with.

Stephanie: (sympathetically) Oh, Bret… come here (she hugs him)

Bret: (whispering) I feel stuck. And I can't really talk to my aunt, either, since we're still not exactly on speaking terms right now.

Stephanie: A bit grudgy still?

Bret: Yep. (sighs) I just didn't want to be alone right now.

(Stephanie nods, sensing his need for comfort)

Stephanie: Don't worry. You're not. I'm here for you, ok? You're more than welcome to stay. I've got beer in the fridge if you want any.

Bret: (smiles) Ah. You get me.

(Stephanie chuckles and the two stop hugging. Then, she walks to the kitchen, and Bret follows, taking a seat at the counter. She returns with two chilled bottles, handing one to Bret)

(20 MINUTES LATER - Stephanie and Bret are hanging out in the living room, sitting on the floor. They are clearly getting drunk, and there are beer bottles scattered around the room. They are just laughing and joking around about their problems)

Stephanie: Bro, why don't you just say you're sorry? You could literally solve all you're problems with your aunt by just manning up and being the bigger person in all this.

Bret: Look, look, it's a pride thing, alright? It's a matter of pride.

Stephanie: (giggling) Fair enough. And I mean, I'm one to talk. I'm like, never the bigger person. EVER.

Bret: It's overatted, Steph. Being petty is way more fun.

Stephanie: Amen to that.

(The two clink their bottles together)

Stephanie: (sighs) I had a pretty bad fight with Ben just last week.

Bret: Oh? Do tell.

Stephanie: I had a horrible nightmare about him cheating on me one night, and I interrogated him on the phone the next day.

(Bret starts laughing hysterically at this)

Stephanie: Yep. That's pretty much how Ben initially reacted as well. He was all like, "You know I'd never do that to you, Steph. Calm the fuck down, will you?"

Bret: Well, he WOULDN'T. You should know that by now.

Stephanie: I've prided myself in the past… on being a strong independent woman. Like, I've always seen myself as "THAT bitch." But as it turns out, I'm hella pathetic.

Bret: Oh, don't say that…

Stephanie: It's true! I'm like, super attatched to my man, bro. I can't live without him! I need him around! I've been all depressed and lonely since Ben left.

Bret: Well, long distance is tough, Steph. I bet Ben is finding it hard, too.

Stephanie: Lately I've been struggling a lot, you know? With Ben being so far away, it's hard to keep the relationship strong. I just miss him so much, it almost physically hurts.

(Bret's gaze softens, and he looks at Stephanie with genuine concern.)

Bret: I'm sorry. Genuinely can't imagine how difficult that must be for you, Steph. But you're strong, and you guys will make it work. I know you can.

(Stephanie forces a smile, appreciating his words)

Stephanie: Thanks.

(10 MINUTES LATER - They've changed topics back to Bret and his issues. Bret is still sitting on the floor, but Stephanie is now lying down on the sofa, her homework shoved underneath a cushion and completely forgotten about)

Stephanie: And what about you, Bret? It seems like you've been dealing with this whole thing in the wrongest way possible.

Bret: Right, 'cause you're such an expert at dealing personal issues. Weren't you the same girl that literally travelled to Austria in the middle of the school year just because she was depressed?

Stephanie: (laughs) Shut up! This isn't about me. Look, aren't there other people you could talk to about your problems? Like El? Why haven't you talked to El, again? I mean, don't you always talk to El about your shit?

Bret: Move. (stands up and tries to sit on the sofa. Stephanie adjusts herself so that there's space for him) I HAVE tried to talk to Elise about it. Once. And I've thought about going to her again and discuss it properly. Try and make things right.

Stephanie: Yeah. You really should! Properly.

Bret: I want to. But it hurts.

Stephanie: What do you mean?

Bret: Talking to anyone about Gorden just hurts SO much. I can't help but blame my uncle, even if it’s wrong or “unfair”, as aunt Rach puts it… and I don't want to burden her with all of this.

(Stephanie sits up and reaches out, gently placing her hand on Bret's)

Stephanie: Ok, but you don't have to keep things to yourself. I really do think you should talk to Elise. I know it's hard, but you can't let this tear your relationship apart.

Bret: I know.

Stephanie: El is my best friend. And you're her first real relationship, which is a huge deal, you know? I don't want you to hurt her.

Bret: I don't want to hurt her, either. I care about her a lot.

Stephanie: Don't be afraid of being vunerable. That's what relationships are all about. She deserves your honesty, Bret. And I doubt that there's anything that you could say or do that could make her stop loving you. I'm being serious. Like, aside from your aunt, I'd say she's probably your biggest supporter in the world. She cares so much. You just need to let her in.

Bret: You're right. I'll tell her. I should probably patch things up with my aunt first, though.

Stephanie: Yes! Make amends with Rachel and have a deep chat with El. That's the way to go. And don't forget that you have us, too. Dylan, Alice and me. We're your friends. We're all here for you too, whenever you need.

(Bret's fingers tighten around Stephanie's. Stephanie gives Bret's hand a supportive squeeze)

Bret: Thanks, Steph. For everything.

Stephanie: Anytime.

(Bret's eyes meet Stephanie's, and the two of them stare at each other in silence. Then, they start to lean in closer, their faces inches apart, until Bret abruptly stops)

Bret: Wait. What are we even doing right now?

(Stephanie gasps softly, her eyes widening in realisation)

Stephanie: I… I don't know. It just- you looked like you wanted to-

(Bret's expression shifts from confusion to shock, tears welling up in his eyes)

Bret: (whispering) I did.

Stephanie: (softly) Me too.

Bret: Oh my God. I’m the worst boyfriend ever…

Stephanie: Hey. It's ok…

(Stephanie's heart sinks, and she reaches out to give Bret a hug. He shrugs her off)

Bret: Stop!

Stephanie: Dude, it's ok. Shh. It’s going to be alright.

Bret: What are you talking about?! No it isn’t … Also, how can you be so calm right now, Steph?! You were about to cheat, too…

Stephanie: Yeah, but I didn’t. And neither did you. We’re not terrible people, Bret. We’re just drunk, lonely, miserable losers in need of some love and comfort right now. That’s all.

Bret: Oh my God… promise me you won't tell anyone about this?

Stephanie: I promise, Bret. This stays between us.

Bret: Ok.

(There's a long, awkward silence between them. Neither of them feel comfortable making eye contact)

Bret: I-I should go. Yeah. I'll go. Bye.

(Bret stands up and leaves the room. Stephanie's gaze follows him, but she stays seated and doesn't move)

What's going on? (Flashback to the fight earlier)

(Bret goes to his aunt's room, clutching Gordon's letter in his left hand. He knocks)

Rachel: Bret?

Bret: (bursts in) Hey. So, we need to talk. Right now.

Rachel: (organising her sewing kit) Ooookay. What's going on?

Bret: (confused) Wait, what are you doing?

Rachel: Oh, I've been trying to get back into crafts. I was about to make this! (shows Bret a picture of some basic sewing art - a pink love heart)

Bret: Oh. 'Kay. Moving on… I can't believe you'd do this!

Rachel: Uh… do what?

Bret: Talk to uncle Gordon! And then keep it from me!

Rachel: (surprised) What? What do you mean? Wh-where is this even coming from?

Bret: Well, for starters, I know about the letter.

Rachel: What letter?

Bret: This letter! (passes it to her) Man, this probably isn't even the only letter he's sent you. What, you guys are communicating through letters now?! This isn't the olden days! Email and texting are a thing, in case you didn't know-

Rachel: Honey, calm down. This is the first and only letter he's sent me.

Bret: Really?

Rachel: Yes!

Bret: Ok. (sighs) You're not going to write back, are you?

Rachel: (shakes her head) No. Of course not.

Bret: Good. We don't need his bullcrap. God, the nerve this guy has to just show up whenever he wants and bring a ton of confusion and chaos and hell..

Rachel: Well, we're going to be seeing a lot more of him from now on. He's moving back into the area.

Bret: Yeah. I know. Does he insist on just making life harder for-

Rachel: (interrupts) Wait, how did you know that? You didn't read the letter, did you?

Bret: (sits on the bed next to Rachel) What do you think?

Rachel: (hopefully) You didn't?

Bret: Come on, aunt Rach. Have you ever met me?

Rachel: YOU DID?!

Bret: Yeah. I was about to get into that-

Rachel: How could you?! That letter was meant for me to read, Bret! ME! You can't just disrespect a person's privacy like this.

Bret: Not even when the letter's about me? Because a lot of it was about me. And my mum and dad.

Rachel: Honey, I wouldn't read something that's addressed to you, so you shouldn't read something that's addressed to me!

Bret: That's kind of rich coming from you…

Rachel: What is that supposed to mean?

Bret: You used to read my journal!

Rachel: Alright, now that is just-

Bret: Don't even try to fucking deny it! I know you did!

Rachel: Ok, but it was back when you first moved in! Like, look at it this way - you were in this terrible state, you were all depressed, you're parents had just died and I was worried about you. You were clearly struggling! I actually thought you were going to like… hurt yourself, or something. I just wanted to know how you were doing, because you were clearly not willing to share anything with me yourself-

Bret: That's still invading a person's privacy, aunt Rach!

Rachel: I KNOW! I know. (sighs) I'm sorry.

Bret: It's ok. (pauses) I'm sorry, too.

Rachel: Oh, honey. Come here. (wraps an arm around him and pulls him into a warm hug)

Bret: Why is he even trying to reach out to us, anyway? What does he want with you? And why now? Why not before?

Rachel: I don't know, dear.

Bret: And why are you even letting this happen?

Rachel: What?!

Bret: Why are you giving him the time of day? Like, you took the time to actually read his letter instead of throwing it out immediately. He's your ex for a reason. When an ex tries to text me after ages of no contact, I block 'em.

Rachel: (chuckles) Well, I was married to this ex for 5 years. And before that, he was my boyfriend throughout most of high school, so it's slightly different for me.

Bret: Hmm. Still though…

Rachel: Hmmm. I do have a confession to make, though. This isn't the first time I've heard from him recently.

Bret: Wait… what?! (breaks the hug) But you said that he’s only sent you the one letter-

Rachel: Yes, that’s true. But that’s not all he’s done. He also came by the house not too long ago.

Bret: When?

Rachel: Like, last week? Friday. After you went to bed.

Bret: Oh my God…

(Elise is also upstairs while this conversation is taking place. She can hear the two argue, and part of her wants to go to the room and see what's going on. But the other part of her wants to leave. She quietly makes her way to the stairs and tries to sneak down them as quickly as possible… but just as she reaches the bottom, Rachel's door opens and both she and Bret are leaving her room and going downstairs themselves. She rushes to hide in the living room)

Bret: (coming down the stairs) What the actual fuck is wrong with the both of you?!

Rachel: (following after him) Bret, will you just settle down?

Bret: No! I will not "settle down," aunt Rach. This is getting out of hand!

Rachel: Nothing bad is going to happen!

Bret: Won't it?!

Rachel: No! I'll make sure of it.

Bret: (sarcastically) Wow. That's so very reasurring, aunt Rach. Thanks a lot for that.

Rachel: Oh my God!

(They get to the bottom of the stairs and Bret turns to face Rachel)

Bret: Every damn time… EVERY TIME he's here, something goes wrong. He has to ruin our lives somehow. And the thing is, things have already gotten so bad this past year that I don't know what he can do to ruin it more. Like, I've already lost pretty much everything! What now?! What the hell could he possibly want now?! I don't know whether to be annoyed or afraid or-

Rachel: Ok, why do you hate your uncle so much anyway? Like, can we talk about that for a sec? Honey, you do know that it isn't Gordon's fault that your parents died, right? You can't blame him for such a tragedy. It's not fair!

Bret: You know what isn't fair, aunt Rach? The fact that-

(Elise's phone chimes with a text message from Alice letting her know that she and Dylan are on the way. Bret and Rachel hear the noise, and it distracts them from the conversation. Elise sighs. She hates that she’s been caught)

Rachel: Damn it. Forgot we had company.

Bret: El?

Elise: (comes out of the living room and joins them in the corridor) Yeah?

On the balcony

(Stephanie is pacing around the apartment, in kind of a shocked, hazy state after that intense moment a few minutes ago. She stops upon noticing that Bret is still there, smoking on the balcony overlooking the city of London late at night. She takes a deep breath before approaching him, recollecting herself and thinking about what she needs to say to him)

Stephanie: (opens the glass door leading to the balcony) Ah, you've found my thinking spot.

Bret: (lets out a breath full of smoke) What?

Stephanie: After Ben left, for the first few weeks I'd go to that corner of the balcony - that one, where you're standing right now - and I'd just sit there and think. And simply stare into space. Sometimes for hours.

Bret: Wow.

Stephanie: Mhm. Still do, sometimes.

(Bret gives Stephanie a cigarette. She starts smoking it)

Bret: I still can't believe I almost did that, you know? I suck. I cannot believe how much I suck.

Stephanie: Look, Bret-

Bret: I should've known dating El was a bad idea.

Stephanie: What?

Bret: I mean, it was only a matter of time before I wrecked it somehow. That's all I ever do, after all…

Stephanie: No, no. Don't do that. Look, what happened back there was wrong. I know. I'm not feeling particularly great about it myself, either. I mean, I love Elise so much. And I'm in love with Ben. If we actually went through with that, then we'd be hurting two of the people that mean the most to me in the whole world. This whole thing was a huge mistake. But the thing is, that happens. People make mistakes. It doesn't change the way we feel about the people we truly love. Like, when you enter a serious relationship, you'll have moments where you'll get scared that you'll mess things up. And you'll have moments where you'll find yourself attracted to other people, too. Lord knows I have… But that doesn't necessarily mean that you are making a mistake with the person you're with. It doesn't mean that you shouldn't be with them or anything like that. I know that I'm way more into Ben than I'll ever be into you.

Bret: Well, that feels nice.

(They laugh for a moment)

Stephanie: No but you get what I mean. I love Ben. I want to be with him, and I know that completely. I don't even know why I tried to kiss you. I guess I've been alone for so long, and I've just missed it. That feeling of connecting with a person. I miss him holding me, and giving me comfort and advice when I'm down. And tonight has kind of been the closest thing I've had to that in a long while. And even now, I'm looking at you, and talking to you, and I know that he's not here, but it's like I'm seeing him in my head right now. You're like, filling the empty void where he used to be for me.

Bret: My God, you're drunk.

Stephanie: Yeah…

(They laugh some more)

Stephanie: I don't know if I'm explaining myself all that well. But my point is, the fact that you had a weird little moment with me doesn't mean that things are completely wrecked between you and Elise. I mean, be serious - do you actually like me like that?

Bret: (pauses, deep in thought) What, like in the "I really fancy you" sense? Or the "I think you're fit" sense? Or both?

Stephanie: Any. I don't mind. Like, if you were to rank me on a scale of 1 to 10?

Bret: Right now, a solid 8.5.

Stephanie: (flattered) Wow. Well. I'll take that!

Bret: But honestly, up to 9 or even 10 on a good day. I mean, you're hella cute.

Stephanie: (flicks back hair in a sassy manner) Why, thank you very much.

Bret: I do think you're attractive. Most guys at school do, I bet. But I've never liked you in an "I want to date you" kind of way. Partially because you already have a boyfriend, but also because - and I mean this in the nicest way possible - you're not really my type.

Stephanie: (pretends to be offended) Ugh! How dare you.

Bret: (laughs) No offence. And I mean… El isn't the usual type of girl I'd go for either. Like, she's different from other girls I've been with in the past. But I don't know… I've never felt the way I feel about her before with anyone else. Things with her are different, you know? Special.

Stephanie: (smiles) Awwww.

Bret: What?

Stephanie: (playfully) You wuv your girlfwiend…

Bret: Oh, shut up Steph. (pauses) But yeah. (blushes) I think I might. I don't know, though. I mean, it hasn't been all that long. And I don't think I've ever been in love before.

Stephanie: (nods) I think you're in the early stages of falling in love, bro. I remember what that was like…

Bret: What, with Ben?

Stephanie: No, with Danny Davids. My ex from when I used to live in Birmingham. He was my first real boyfriend. The first person I ever fell in love with. But I digress. See what I mean, though. I'm not into you. You're not into me. We just got a bit lost for a minute there. Doesn't mean we can't bring ourselves back.

Bret: I guess. (pauses) I'm sorry. If I made things weird just now.

Stephanie: I'm sorry, too. But oh well. What's a little bit of weirdness between friends, eh?

Bret: Thanks for being so chill.

Stephanie: I try my best, Bret. I try my best.

(The two break eye contact to take in the view of the city and the lights from the balcony. Even amidst the awkwardness of their previous moment of tension, there is still a genuine understanding and connection between the two friends. They take comfort in the fact that as long as they have each other, and they try their hardest, things can get better for the both of them)

And I think I'll end it here haha.

I'm actually so curious as to how people are going to react to this one lol. Especially if you've been following this series from the beginning. Bet you didn't see this one coming!

Steph and Bret have a moment of unexpected chemistry after spending an evening together and getting really, really drunk. How do we feel about this development? Happy? Sad? Angry? Don't blame anyone for being mad, tbh... I'm kind of mad myself, and I freaking wrote this... I'd get into my feelings on it in more detail, but we'd be here all day if I did, so let's try and move on lol.

Next time, Steph is going back to school, and we get to see the rest of the gang as well - including Elise. We'll get to see her perspective and her feelings regarding the whole Rachel, Bret and Gordon fiasco, which is the most important thing. And we'll see the crew getting all set and ready for prom! Can't wait to share the prom parts, they were a total delight to write (and I hope they'll be a delight to read as well)!

Finally, I think I'll give myself some props for mentioning this plot twist in previous posts without fully giving the twist away (apart from a few people. Like my sister. And people on my Discord server lol... which is only two people so far, so I don't think it really counts as "spoiling" anything. Especially since I didn't name any names on there when I talked about this plot point).

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rainchyna · 2 years

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mini skirt

warnings! [smut, cursing, light choking, begging ?? the basics]

the one you were wearing today wasn’t the shortest, but it was short enough to have bret staring at you like you’d disappear if he takes his eyes off of you. he had a match in fifteen minutes and was supposed to be in gorilla by now, but here he was, lecturing you about how he wants you to stay in his locker room.

“but baby, i want to come see your match” you whined. he was bret hart, regardless of who he was wrestling, he was going to put on a great match and naturally, you wanted to see. “your skirt is too short, y/n. i don’t want the others too look at you” he said barely looking at you, as he laced up his boots. you looked around the room for a second before spotting his hitman leather jacket, “look!” you said grabbing the jacket and sliding into it. it was way bigger than you, big enough to cover your legs a bit. “see, that’s okay now! the one time i don’t have anything on my schedule, you don’t want to let me watch you?” you said facing, giving him your prettiest doe eyes.

bret inhaled deeply before sighing loudly, “y/n, you know it’s not-“ he began.

“please!”

“my love…”

“you can watch it on the t.v here, okay?” he started talking with rather soft voice while looking into your eyes. he meant it. “i don’t want anyone, and i mean anyone, looking at you”. you huffed and puffed as he opened the door to leave. “brettttt” you dragged.

“be a good girl, y/n”

his match was great, per usual, but you definitely would’ve enjoyed it more had you been out by ringside. the match ended, but he didn’t come back for a while. you got bored waiting here by your self, you started laying in different positions, on your back, on the edge of the couch, just random. you ended up laying on your stomach over the couch’s arm. you were positioned in way that propped your ass facing the door.

“are you trying to tempt me?” you voice said behind you. you immediately tried to get up, but he pushed you back down. “stay like that…” bret said as he leaned down next to your ear, “did you wear this just for me?” he whispered, “i didn’t mean to do that…” you half lied. you knew bret likes this skirt, you liked it and why not honestly.

he pushed your hips against yours, you quietly whimpered. “turn around and look at me” he ordered. you turn around, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. “baby?” he said, fingers on your chin forcing you to look at him.

when you finally looked up at him, your face was flushed. this shouldn’t turn you on. he leaned down and kissed you deeply, on thing about bret, he will always make you look small under him. he picked you up with your hips, and you immediately wrap your legs around his waist. as you rested your arms around his neck you, you leaned in to kiss him. his lips latched onto yours, moving along yours like silk. he gently nibbled in your lower lip every now and then, as your fingers got tangled in his hair. he pulled your legs towards him, wrapping them around his torso.

one of his hands slowly riding up your thigh gently caressing it. his hand made its way up to your white blouse, fingers swiftly unbuttoning it. you began feeling a little tightness in your chest due to lack of oxygen, his hand moved up, now holding your cheek in its palm, thumb brushing against it. you gasped into the kiss for air, only for bret to pull you closer.

“c-can we please go h-home?” you whimpered, pulling away. your lips were slightly swollen and cheeks were reddened.

“i thought you’d let me fuck you here …?” he teased. “seriously? after last time?” you blankly said. “wasn’t that bad” he muttered. “vince almost caught us, bret” you said. “yeah, but-“

“can we please go home? please?” you beg. he stepped even closer to you, holding your throat in his hand, “whatever my love wants”.

as soon as you got home, bret couldn’t get his hands off of you. you barely made it upstairs so you ended up in the guest room. you rushed to get out of your clothes as he pulled of his. “the skirt, keep it on”

“i knew you were freaky”

he smiled and signaled for you to come closer, he laid back against the bed’s pillow.

“ride me”

“what-“

“i want you to ride me”

you were able to keep the giggles in your chest but not the smile that crept up your face. “gladly”

you slid off your panties, climbing on top of him. slowly straddling him, earning a trail of light groans from both of you. your clit throbbed against his clothed cock. “take them off” he ordered. you quickly got on your knees, pulling his boxers off of him, his now hard dick a light shade of pink.

you gently take it between your hands, softly stroking it. your hands felt like magic on him, thumb running over his slit every once in a while, pre-cum began dripping down his length and he quietly moaned. “don’t tease, y/n” he muttered. you softly smile at him before toying your clit a little. you get up, still holding him, aligning him with your wet core, you slowly sit down on him, felling yourself clench around him. you both let out hushed moans, you sit still for a second, you feel his cock resting deep inside you, bret’s hand gently caresses your hip as he whispers words of encouragement. your head is thrown back, as you take in a deep breath you slowly grind back and forth on him, gaining a steady rhythm before unhurriedly bouncing on him, picking up on speed as you go.

his large hands reach behind you, grabbing your ass from under the skirt’s fabric. “just like that baby” he moans. you hold onto his shoulders as you begin bouncing faster.

“oh f-fuck” you moan, your hands moved to down grabbing his dragging them to place one on your waist and the other on your breasts. his fingers squeeze your nipple causing you to whimper.

you push yourself down on him some more, feeling his cock reach deeper in you. bret’s eyes wandered down to your stomach, they slightly widen as he noticed the outline of his dick on you as you rocked on him.

“l-look down at yourself baby, d-do you see that?” he groaned. you tilt your head down, and lightly gasp at what you saw, his dick was bulging through your skin, “all mine baby, that tight, little cunt is mine and only mine my love” he moans, eyes rolling back.

you could feel him slightly twitching inside you and you clench around him. “bret p-please” you cry.

“what is it, my love?” he whispers. “please, please cum inside me” you beg, “please”. “you don’t need to ask for it, just keep going” he says. you bounce on his even faster, his hands fall back down to your hips, his chest rising and falling fast, “just like that, j-just like that baby, keep going” he moans. a chill went down your spine as you felt him twitch again. his grip on your waist tightening as he pushed his hips against you, “i’m gonna-“ and before he could finish his sentence, hot cum was rushing to fill you up. loud moans leaving both of you, your name spilling out of his mouth like it’s the only word he knew. the feeling had gotten you extremely riled up, and your body was aching for a orgasm.

“please, bret, do something…” you whimper. his hand reached up and cupped your cheek, “my needy baby” he smiled. “ass up, now” he ordered. as you got up, your skirt hid your throbbing pussy, only his cum dripping down your leg was visible.

you got on your knees, rest of your body was resting against the soft sheets. bret’s hands pushed the skirt upwards and gave your ass a little squeeze, he teasingly rubbed his tip against you, earning a whine from you. he pushed himself inside, and you moan loudly.

he wasted no time, thrusting in you hard and fast, your moans filling the room. “do you like that, hm?” he teased. it was something about fucking you in a skirts. you were too overwhelmed with feeling of him pounding in you to answer, his cock dragging along your drenched walls. he reached with one of his hands to rub your clit causing you to moan loudly under him. your legs were getting shaky, his other hand wrapped itself around your neck. “answer me”

you vision was clouded and your pussy was clenching tightly around him, “y-yes, i l-like it” you moan. you feel shivers all over your body as he hits your g-spot. “r-right there, right there!” you cry. his thrusts get even deeper, “here, baby?” he teases. “yes, please don’t stop” you beg. you feel your whole body twitch as your breath hitches in your chest and your hands feel cold. “g-gonna cum, gonna c-cum” you whimper. “m-me too, my love” he groans. not even a minute later and you’re creaming around him, a string of saliva dripping down your chin and muttered curse words leave your lips. you could feel him, once again, filling you up with his cum, a loud grunt escaping him. “good girl, such a good girl” he praises.

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