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SPEAK YOUR LOVE LANGUAGE

Summary: Chad talks you through your first time

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, smut, sexual detailings, I know Chad has a big dick and knows how to use that thang

Pairings: Chad Meeks-Martin x black!reader, Chad Meeks x reader

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"I am scared."

You stood on the side of your bed, Chad staring at you from across the mattress. His shirt had been long discarded on your bedroom floor. His body glistening with a mist of sweat from making out with you.

"Why are you scared, Princess?" He furrowed his brows. "If you're uncomfortable we don't have to do this. I promise I don't care about when we have sex."

You and Chad had been dating for about four months. You met him at a Blackmore University mixer at the start of the semester, introducing yourself immediately when you saw him standing around a group of guys. Confidence was never something you struggled with so when you saw something you wanted, you went for it. That's one of the things you and your boyfriend had in common.

At first you didn't know where things would go with him. While he seemed to like you, there was something still off about Chad. He was guarded and you could tell it had nothing to do with you personally. A month into hanging out with him you decided to get clarity. One night after watching movies together in your apartment you asked him if he wanted to be with you or just have fun every now and then.

You would have been fine with either, but, honestly you wanted him in more ways than one.

Chad being Chad, he comforted you, assuring you that he really liked you and wanted you all the time. When you asked what was holding him back you saw how glossy his eyes got.

He began to share with you the hell he experienced last year in his hometown of Woodsboro, California. How a masked psycho named "Ghostface" had been torturing his family for decades and now him, suffering the same curse. His uncle, Randy Meeks, being the person that linked him to these murders following his untimely death in 1998.

Chad was amazed at the fact that you never heard of the Woodsboro murders. You admitted that you had seen Stab before at a sleepover when you were a kid but never realized that it was based on a true story.

You are blissfully clueless on how deep the blood river ran until being with Chad. Even then, there were worse things that frightened you than a Ghostface killer.

"Why are you scared?" Chad repeated, eyes soft in waiting for you to speak.

You motioned down at his sweatpants. "Because you're ya know ... you're big."

"I'm … big?!" Chad nearly shouted, laughter falling from his lips.

You crossed your arms, unamused at his humor. "Stop." You warned, throwing your head back in frustration. "You're slanging a fucking semi truck and you know I'm a virgin. It's not funny." You pouted.

"Oh, Babe..." Chad frowned. He came around the side of the bed, trying to hug you but you playfully swat his hands away. "I forgot, Y/N, I'm sorry."

You rolled your eyes. "I'm sorry." You mocked, turning away from him.

His hand grabbed your jaw, turning you to face him. Your eyes widened in surprise at the sensation. The fact that this intensity felt good throughout your body. "If you want me to, I'll teach you how to fuck. We can explore what you like." Chad raised a brow. "Do you want that, Baby?"

You nodded slowly, almost drunk on looking at Chad so closely. You always told him that he was a pretty boy, but, this ferocity in his eyes was new. It was sexy.

"Good. Get on the bed." He pointed at the mattress. You started taking your pants off but quickly were stopped. "Don't worry about that right now. Just get on."

You did as you were told, laying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. Chest rising and falling with anxiousness. Being a virgin in college was almost unheard of, but, you didn't want to have sex with just anybody. You were picky with your shoes and they only go on your feet. Chad's softness and consideration to your first time further solidified that you made the right choice in waiting for him.

"So ... what now?" You asked.

Chad crawled onto the bed, hovering over you with his arms holding him in place. He leaned down, kissing your lips intensely and awaiting your tongue to enter his mouth. You held his face, lips moving in sync while you rubbed your legs together. Clit throbbing as you felt Chad's cock pressing against your front.

He detached his lips from yours and was panting for air. The kisses moved down your body and onto your semi-exposed breasts in your half cup bra, boobs spilling over the material. "Is this okay?" Chad asked.

"It's amazing, Baby." You huffed, playing with his curls as his head rested on your stomach.

His long fingers hooked on your cotton shorts. "I'm going to take these off of you now, okay?" He asked.

"Okay." You moaned.

Gently he peeled off your shorts and underwear, throwing them off into the corner with his tee shirt. He leaned down, face to face with your heat that glistened for him. "You're absolutely soaking for me, Princess." He smiled.

Before you could speak his tongue began to flick over your clit. Playing with the sensitive nub and applying pressure ever so slightly. You grabbed onto his hair, shoving his face deeper into your pussy as you panted out his name. "Fuck..." You rolled your eyes. Shockwaves being sent down your spine.

Chad lifted his head up, his index and middle fingers approaching your lips. "Open." He demanded, placing his fingers into your mouth. "Suck."

You ran your tongue over his fingers. The smell of his Coach cologne on his wrist wafting over your nose. You moaned again with your eyes fluttering shut. Chad took his fingers from your mouth and inserted them into you. Pumping in and out as you heard your wetness below.

You could feel the sensation building in your belly that you've never had when he's done this before. There was fire rising in your chest, making you buck your hips against his movements.

You snuck a look at his boxers, his cock begging to be inside of you immediately and poking through the grey Calvin Klein material. "Take those off." You stated.

"You're rushing me?" You boyfriend chuckled. "I thought you were scared, Love?"

You grabbed onto his arm, sitting up against the headboard of the bed. Dripping your arousal all onto the comforter due to the sudden movement. "Take. It. Off." You growled, staring into his soul. "Or I'll do it for you."

"Go for it." He shrugged, smirking at your initiative.

Narrowing your eyes, you removed his fingers from your wet cunt. Wrapping your hand around his neck you brought Chad in for a kiss, tasting your sweetness on his lips. By throwing your legs on either side of his body you pushed his back down onto the mattress. Breaking the kiss, you took his boxers in your hands and snaked them down his legs. Freeing his cock from the material and the recoil caused his dick to slap his stomach. Making Chad hiss a bit in pain.

"Sorry!" You cowered, biting your lip nervously.

He shook his head. "I'm fine, keep going." He encouraged. You wrapped your manicured fingers around his throbbing cock. "I know you don't need help with this part." Chad teased.

You winked in your boyfriend's direction. With a lick of your lips you placed a kiss on the tip of his leaking dick before shoving it into your mouth. Tongue swirling around his cock as you made your way down his shaft. Using the spit you left behind, you pumped your fist up and down around his long member. Continuing to have the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat.

"That's it, Princess." He supported you. His hand pressing down on the back of your head to go deeper, he wanted to feel every part of you on his dick. "Just like that."

You took it out of your mouth, spitting on the tip and placing it back down your throat once more. You moaned with him in your mouth, clit throbbing painfully as your cunt ached for him to be inside of you.

"Can you help me?" You asked once his cock was free from your hold.

Chad nodded intently. "Do you wanna stay on top or do you want me to be?" His hands grabbed your waist, fingers kissing the curvature of your ass. "For your first time you might want to lay down, Babe."

"I think I like being on top." You pouted, staring at his glistening dick before looking into his eyes. "I wanna ride you."

Your boyfriend nodded. "Okay. I'll show you what to do in this position, then after we can switch. I want you to feel it from top too."

"I feel like this is gonna hurt." You grimaced. "What do I do?"

Chad cupped your ass, lifting you into the air a little. "I'm gonna guide you, alright?" He positions you over his cock. "Put it in."

"Slow?" You asked.

"Slow." He answered.

You placed the tip at your entrance, your pleasure mixed with the spit on his dick allowed it to slip in easily. "I'm slowly gonna let you go." Chad said, lowering you onto his thick cock. A grimace came across your lips as the pressure overwhelmed you. "You okay? You wanna stop?"

"Keep going." You assured him.

You fully sat on Chad's dick, feeling as if it was stabbing your insides. His hands found their way back to your sides, moving you up and down on his member. You started getting into his rhythm and moved your hips against his. The pressure between your legs beginning to fade with each stroke. Your hands were pressed against his built chest, beginning to thrust into his hips all on your own.

Chad stared up at you only to be met with closed eyes. You were so focused on making this experience good for him that you got lost in it. Insecurities about this being your first time hitting you. Would Chad like it? He's done this before, what if you're the worst he's ever had?

"Look at me, Babygirl." He said softly. You opened your eyes, a smile on his lips as you rocked against his body. "Don't think about me right now."

You nodded, cheeks growing red as Chad knew exactly why you were inside your head so intensely. "Sorry. I just want to be good."

"You're fucking stellar." Your boyfriend smirked, hands grabbing your breasts and kneading them in his hands. "You're so fucking good for me, Y/N." He moaned, mouth open as you settled fully on his length.

You covered your face in your hands. "I'm so embarrassed ... I'm actually tired from riding."

Chad chuckled. "Don't be embarrassed. Let me take care of you now." He placed a kiss on your lips before kissing your forehead. "Up you go."

He wrapped his arms around your body and turned you around, returning you to your original position with your back pressed against the comforter. "You want to keep going?" He asked, his dick still sitting inside of you.

"Yeah." You nodded. "Can we um .. can we try choking?"

Chad smiled. "Anything you want, Princess. You want to do it to me or--"

"I want you to choke me."

His eyes lit up. You were beginning to speak his love language while he was starting to learn yours. The feeling of being sexually compatible made his cock twitch inside of you. His hand wrapped around your throat, thumb and middle finger pressing against the sides of your skin.

When your eyes rolled back to your head and your back began to arch off of the bed, he knew you weren't going to last long under his touch.

"Just like that." You choked out, touching your titties and flicking your own nipples. Chad's thrusts began to quicken. His free hand grabbed your waist, slamming into your cunt repeatedly as you called out for him. "Fuck, Chad! Oh my god." You whined. "Harder, Baby, please!"

He raised an amused brow. "Harder?" He repeated.

"Make me cry, Daddy, please." You whined.

Your boyfriend let go of your throat. His other hand joining your hip and moving your body in sync with his, pushing himself into you with such ferocity that it brought tears to your eyes. "Pussy so fucking good, Y/N." He whispered. "Such a good girl for me. Taking this cock for the first time."

"Mmm it's so good." A knot forming in the deepest pit of your belly. "I, fuck, I think I'm about to come."

"What's it feel like, Baby?" He asked.

You balled your fists beside you, pulling on the comforter. "It-It's like pressure on my shit--" You felt like sinking into the bed. "pressure in my tummy." You released your grip on the bed. Chad taking your hand in his and holding onto it.

"You're almost there." Chad nodded proudly. "Gonna be a good girl and come for me?" Your eyes spoke for you. "I need to hear you say it, Y/N."

You parted your lips. "I'm so close, please!"

"Say it."

"Chad--"

"Say it!"

"Ugh!" The knot in your stomach unraveled, releasing creamy arousal all over Chad's cock.

He slammed into your hips roughly, residing in that spot for a few seconds before pulling out. His fingers curled around his member and pumped his shaft. Hot, clear-like, cum squirted from his cock. Dropping onto your stomach and pooling into your belly button.

You panted feverishly, propping yourself up on your elbows to stare at your boyfriend. Chad hid a smile and looked away from you for a brief moment. He emptied his load, wiping his tip and bringing the liquid to your lips. You sucked the droplets from his finger and laid back down onto the bed.

"How do you feel?" Chad inquired, grabbing a dirty washcloth from your hamper. Cleaning off the cum from your stomach and patting your thigh gently.

You chuckled to yourself. "That's what sex feels like?" You turned your body to face him. "I want more."

Your boyfriend settled back onto the bed next to you. "Wait, did you not come?" He asked worriedly. Chad craned his neck down towards your cunt, seeing the pooling of your arousal settling into the sheets. "No, you definitely came."

"What time do we have to pick up Tara for this Halloween party?" You ran your nails against his chest.

Chad could feel his cheeks growing red. "Considering we still have to shower and you literally take a million years to get ready, we don't have the time." He got up off the bed, motioning for you to come join him in the bathroom.

"What about shower sex?" You pouted. Coming up behind him and poking him in the back.

He shook his head. "I'd rather not have you fall and break your neck." He said, shutting down the idea immediately. "That would kind of put a damper on things, Babe."

"Oh shut up." You smacked his bare ass playfully. "Just be ready to giddy up on this pussy later."

Chad laughed, turning around in the bathroom and picking you up. Your legs finding themselves hooked around his hips as he kissed you. "Save a horse, ride a cowboy."

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Hate It When You Cry

Summary: a Halloween frat party quickly goes wrong when Chad finds you face to face with a Ghostface costume and tequila in your system.

Warnings: trauma, emotional triggers, excessive drinking, mentions of abuse and violence, cursing

Pairings: Chad Meeks-Martin x Black!reader, Chad Meeks-Martin x female!reader, Tara Carpenter x black!reader, Tara Carpenter x female!reader

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“And imma take another one for Wes!" You shouted at the top of your lungs. Tapping your shot glass on the counter before pressing your lips against it and shooting it back. Laughing with Tara in the kitchen of some frat party that you had been dragged to. The memory of your deceased boyfriend never leaving your mind.

The younger Carpenter thought it would be good for you to get out of your shared apartment, get your head out of your books for once. Honestly it didn't take much convincing for you to put on a sexy Halloween costume and go to a place where you knew you would get free alcohol. It's college, basically everyone loved free shit...especially tequila.

You stumbled back a little, your laugh getting louder when you regained balance. "What number shot is that?" Tara asked, fun leaving her eyes as she scanned your body. Even though she was drunk, she could tell something was off with you. There was only one thing that could make you act this way. "You had a nightmare, didn't you?"

"If you consider begging those shitfaces to spare my life a nightmare then, yes?" You shrugged, tossing the glass in the kitchen sink before wincing. You thought it was actually plastic for a split second. "I really don't care to know how much I've had. I feel good and that's all that matters."

Tara sighed to herself. "Okay well at least drink some water too?" She suggested. You began to pout at your best friend but she wagged a finger in your face. "Tuck that lip back in, Y/N." She scolded in a joking manner. "But seriously, stay here and I'm gonna go find some water. I don't think there's any in this kitchen and I don't trust New York City tap water."

"Aye Aye Captain." You saluted her, poking fun at her pirate costume.

"I'm serious, Sailor Moon." She pointed, disappearing from your sight and trying to get back to you as quickly as possible. She probably should have taken you with her, but, navigating a frat party was already hard. Adding a drunk friend to the mix was going to bring about more problems than solutions.

The party was crowded, the rooms filled to the brim with people who had no cares or worries in the world. You missed that feeling. That idea of being surrounded by so many people and not wanting to scream or lash out in anger. The last party you went to with this amount of people was Amber's ... and fuck did that turn into a shitshow.

Woodsboro was a permanent stain on the fabric of your life. Your friends had varying ways of dealing with what happened, like Tara failing to acknowledge those three traumatizing days and pretending like they never happened. Chad and Mindy seemed to be doing okay, they were enjoying themselves at this party that you suddenly hated being at.

But you, it was like the smallest of things made you tick. Set off a bomb that was always threatening to explode inside of you.

You confided in Sam the most. She seemed to understand where you were coming from when you had your fits of anger and aggression, with that being in her family background she had no choice but to understand. You hadn't always been this way, you actually were a sweet kid before Amber stabbed you in your shoulder and kicked you down the stairs. Shattering your leg in three places that still gives you problems when it rains outside.

It felt like forever and Tara was still gone. You took a chance and grabbed the nearly empty bottle of 1800 tequila, taking the remaining liquid to the head and slapping the bottle down on the counter with a thud.

The plan was to go sit down with Mindy and Anika and complain to them about the smell of sweat and corn chips running rampant through this house party. As you walked across the main living room, your eyes connected with a black robe and black boots. Your eyes looking up to see that ghost mask that visited you in your sleep.

"Uh oh..." Anika said, watching the scene play out in front of her.

She tapped Mindy on her arm, grabbing her attention quickly. "Ah, let her at him." Mindy shrugged. "Its a shit costume anyway."

With a swift nudge, you garnered the attention of the prick in the Ghostface robe. He turned around, looking down at you in confusion. "You're really a dumbass for wearing that here, dude." You shouted over the music. "You think this shit is funny? It's entertaining to you?!" You gradually got louder, face getting red as you screamed.

"It's just a costume." The guy said nonchalantly, keeping the mask on. He leaned a bit closer to you in effort to get a better look. "Oh shit ... you're that girl from the news! Hey can I get a picture with you, actually?" He laughed, holding up a plastic knife and waving it around.

You looked around you in utter shock. It was one thing to be ignorant but this? This guy knew who you were, had clearly heard the stories of what happened and thought that you'd want a photo with him dressed like that. It sent you over the edge.

Anika and Mindy watched the whole thing. The latter seeing the exact moment that made you snap. "Go get Chad." She tapped on Anika, the girl hopping off of the couch quickly to find their makeshift bodyguard.

It didn't take long to find him and Ethan around the corner, standing in the dining room area. "You're needed, Big Guy." She grabbed his arm, rushing him to get you under control.

"What's wrong?" He asked over the music, swimming through the people with Ethan trailing behind him. "Y/N? Tara?"

Chad's own question was quickly answered as he heard you yelling at whoever was dressed in that Ghostface costume.

"You want a picture?" You laughed. Cocking your right hand back, you leaned into a punch, connecting it to the guys head and sending him falling to the floor. "Take a picture of that black eye, ignorant fuck."

You went to follow the guy on the floor, ready to land another punch but strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you away. Chad was trying to talk to you but you really couldn't hear him over the ringing in your ears. Your heart was thudding so loud it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" The boy you punched shouted. His friends surrounding him and trying to help him up. "You're a crazy bitch, maybe you deserved that shit that happened to you."

Chad put you down without a second thought--Mindy, Anika and Ethan surrounding you and trying to be of comfort. In his cowboy boots, he sauntered over to the guy, kicking him in the balls with the tip of his boot. The costumed guy shouted in pain, the upper half of his body lifting up before being knocked down again by a strong hit. The punch knocking his Ghostface mask off of his face and under a couch.

Chad approached you, grabbing you gently and taking you back to the secluded and empty kitchen. "I need to make sure she's okay." He told his friends. "Find Tara so we can go."

His attention was back on you, your arms crossed over your exposed chest. The redness in your face slowly fading but he knew you were still upset by what that guy said. You grabbed the first solo cup in your sight, snatching a bottle of whatever was nearby to fill your cup. Your current reality was not something you wanted to be in right now.

As you brought the cup to your lips, it was snatched from you. Clear liquid spilling on your boobs and down your Sailor Moon costume. "What the fuck, Chad?!" You pushed him away from you.

"We're calling it a night, Y/N." He scolded. "You can't keep doing this to yourself."

You rolled your eyes. "Oh my goddd." You said in annoyance. "Who do you think you are to tell me," You pointed to your chest. "how I can deal with the shit I've been through. I can't just walk around with my abs out and pretend everything's like ... fine."

"I think we need to have this conversation when you're sober." Chad argued, grabbing your hand but you snatched it away.

"I'm not leaving." You protested. "I'm gonna have a good time like all of these normal people." You heard the song playing loudly on the speakers, bobbing your head and dancing in the kitchen. "What's my favorite word? Bitch!" You sang, Chad shaking his head at you. Trying not to laugh at the sudden shift in mood. "Later!"

You turned on your heels, headed for the living room when you were scooped up. Thrown over Chad's shoulder with his arm firmly around your thighs as he held you, careful of your delicate leg. "Put. Me. Down!" You tried beating on his back to put you down but you gave up, not having the energy to keep doing this with him. You lifted your head, seeing all of your friends behind you. "Oh! Hi, Sam!" You waved, the girl giving you a small smile. "Hi, Ethan!"

"Hi, Y/N." The boy greeted shyly.

There wasn't much that you remembered from the walk home. Chad and Tara stayed close to you, the latter blaming herself for leaving you alone in the kitchen while she looked for bottled water. She wasn't the happiest that her sister decided to show up at the party and begin tazing people, including the guy who you punched--Chad told her what happened on purpose so she would do that.

The tall boy helped you up the many flights of stairs. Listening to your snarky comments detailing that you hated him. "Love you too, Princess." He would respond every time, he knew you didn't mean it.

He and Tara occupied your room, the latter helping you turn the shower on and making sure you didn't fall behind the curtain. Once she felt like you were okay, she returned to your room, sad eyes looking at Chad with worry.

The boy laid out some sleep shorts and an oversized tee for you, one of his that you stole actually and he didn't realize you had it until now. He lit two of your favorite candles that were on your dresser and also played music lowly from your TV. Knowing that your come down from this was going to be bad, so, he made sure you'd at least be comfortable. "I didn't know her drinking got worse." He said quietly.

"I realized it when it was too late." Tara plopped on your bed, rubbing her eyes. "Her nightmares came back." She shared.

"Now it makes sense why she flipped on that guy earlier." He nodded to himself. "She couldn't do it to Amber so he was the next best thing." He shuddered, eyes trailing to the floor for a moment.

The shower stopped, causing Tara and Chad to lock eyes. "I think she'll appreciate you talking with her." Tara suggested, getting off of the bed. "You've always been the best at getting through to her." She pat his shoulder, leaving the room knowing you were in good hands.

You exited the bathroom, your robe draped on your shoulders and exposing your matching bra and panty set that you had waiting for you on the bathroom counter. "Woah!" Chad said, looking away and holding his hand over his eyes. "Can you warn a guy?"

"You're in my room, Dingus." You laughed. "You've seen me naked before, open your eyes." You said, slipping on the clothes he laid out for you.

At your bedside you noticed Advil, a vitamin C powder packet, and water waiting for you. You immediately took the Advil, a headache at its beginning stages while you sobered up.

Chad shook his head. "That was an accident and that was like freshman year of high school, you didn't ... ya know..."

"I didn't have boobs back then?" You raised a brow. Grabbing his sides you began to turn him around, removing his hand from his eyes and looking up at him. "You didn't have to do all of this for me, especially because I was mean to you."

“That little push was nothing.” The tall boy shrugged. "I like making sure you're taken care of, you know that." He sat you down on your bed, taking a seat next to you and scooting close. "You really could have gotten hurt tonight, Y/N. That's something that worries me."

"That's why I have a big, strong guy like you hangin around." You said sarcastically. Being met with seriousness in Chad's eyes.

"Y/N."

You bit your lip, wanting to stop it from quivering. Two deep breaths and it would all go away, like it always did. You could pull yourself out of your emotions with two deep fucking breaths so why wasn't it working now. On your fourth breath it's like your body turned on you, giving up and allowing tears to slip.

"Why is this still hitting me so hard?" You shuddered, shaky breaths running through your body. "Everyone is moving on and it's like my soul is stuck in Woodsboro ... it's stuck in that house."

Chad wanted to hug you, hold you close and give you a sliver of comfort but he decided against it. He knew how you felt about physical touch when you were in this mindset, so he just listened and let you say everything you needed to say.

You wiped fat tears from your cheeks. "And to hear that I deserved it." You shook your head angrily. "God, I wanted to rip his head off."

"Hey, you know that's not true." Chad protested. "Don't listen to anything that guy had to say, he's a weirdo and his costume proved that."

You played with your nails, picking at them as you tried to organize your thoughts in your semi-jumbled brain. "I hate the taste of alcohol." You shared. "It's disgusting and it burns going down, but, I love what it does. It helps me forget that I'm Y/N Y/L/N Woodsboro survivor."

"But I like Y/N, she’s my best friend.” He retorts, inching closer to you on your bed. "I knew you before all of that happened. Play dates, making mud pies, birthday parties, getting our license. There is so much more to you, Y/N, stuff that you don't even know about yourself yet."

You looked into his brown eyes. "So what are you saying?"

"What I'm saying," Chad answered, smiling at you. "is give yourself a chance to heal. We're all dealing with this differently, me personally, I'm walking around with my abs out and acting like everything's fine." He teased, nudging your shoulder gently.

You let out a giggle. "If my body looked like yours, I'd never wear a shirt either. I can't even be mad."

"Oh so my body is hot now?" Chad raised a brow, laughing with you.

"I never used the word hot." You retorted.

The curly haired boy shook his head. "Eh, it was heavily implied."

"You know you're hot, Chad." You rolled your eyes. "Stop fishing for compliments, it's not attractive."

He leaned in closer to you. "But sometimes I just need to hear you say it, Princess." His eyes flickered between yours and your lips. "Fuck, I want to kiss you so bad but not like this."

"Thank God because I know my breath smells like tequila." She laughed in his face, your head falling into his shoulder and hugging him close.

You could feel him nod. "Yeah, I didn't want to say anything..." He trailed off.

"What the hell!" You hit him softly. "You weren't supposed to agree." Chad pulled you closer into him, laying down on your bed with you on top of him. "Can you stay with me tonight? I feel safer with you around."

The boy nodded. He gently placed you onto your bed and sat up, blowing out your candles placed on your dresser. "Where are you going?" You asked him, sitting up.

"I'm going to grab some blankets so I can sleep on the floor--"

"The floor?" You raised a brow.

Chad opened his mouth to speak but closed it quickly. Understanding what you were trying to say. "...unless you want me to sleep in the bed?"

"How the fuck did you get into college, Chad?" You laughed.

He rolled his eyes. "I'll tell you after you brush your teeth, hot breath."

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