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Zoey usually never cared for her school’s prom. In her opinion, the after parties were the best part. Back when she used to do things that girls her age shouldn’t be caught dead doing. Popping pills, taking LSD. Or, well, kissing her friend’s boyfriend. Knowing he is her boyfriend.
As Zoey tugs on her lashes with messy mascara, her mind is flooded with thoughts of her own past, her old friends. Davina, Chisa. She frowns before shaking her head.
Tonight will be good. Don’t think about the past.
Annelie’s mirror is much smaller than the one Luciano bought her at home. It’s littered with southern Knick-knacks. Obviously, nothing Annelie bought, she tries too hard to avoid being connected to anything like her parents. It’s stuffy. Akin to a grandmother’s house. At least, that is what Zoey thinks it’s like. She never had one.
She much prefers the hard to understand, silly southern phrases on wooden plates than the ones her bio-mother used to hang up. Live, laugh, love. Ugh!
Zoey laughs to herself, thinking back to the time she wrote ‘Die, Cry, Hate.’ On a metal plate. She thought she was so edgy and unique for it.
She takes a step back after teasing her hair to the perfect frizzy volume. Surveying the final portrait of herself. Her dress, strapless, a trashy hot-pink with thin fabric at the bottom, ending a little too high up above her knees. Hugging tightly to her already thin frame. Fishnet leggings, purposely ripped to achieve the perfect scene look. Her black, shimmery open-toed heels that she knows will give her a Hellish burn on the back of her heel tomorrow, but she could care less. And, of course, the fishnet gloves.
She fidgets with her hair, brushing strands in the right direction. Blinking as she checks out the makeup before grinning.
“Oh my God! I look, like, so hot! Tonight is ‘gonna be awesome-sauce!” Zoey exclaims just as her petite friend enters the bathroom, peeking her head in through the door.
“I wish you could come with us, Annelie!” Zoey turns around, towering over her already short friend with her heels. Annelie rubs her arm, scratching it. Her expression is unreadable. The same expression that gives Zoey a twinge of guilt.
That we’re best friends, but you’re fucking my dad. Kind of look.
Well, maybe he shouldn’t have been so damn hot, a ruder voice is heard within Zoey, but she doesn’t say anything. Just reprimanding her already loud, jumbled mind.
“It’s fine… y’all can go without me. I don’t want to get sicker.” She forced a smile. “Ana is comin’ over anyways. We’ll probably watch a movie.” Annelie is defeated as she speaks.
Zoey forces a smile back, twirling a strand of her hair. “I’ll bring back some snacks for you!”
She gives her friend a tight hug before clicking her heels down the rickety stairs of the house. She’s been down them what feels like a thousand times at this point, she knows which steps are loose and which are hard.
She practically bunny-hops into the kitchen, peeking her head through the entrance.
There he is. Standing awkwardly, trying to remember how to tie his own tie properly before he gives up. Sighing like an old dog that did something important today, or at least, thought it did. His hair is brushed back, his glasses are sliding the bridge of his nose, and his suit looks as if it went years since the last time it was used. He runs a finger across the scar on his forehead, before sighing once again.
He’s in his forties, but he is as awkward as a middle schooler for their first dance.
Zoey just wants to eat him alive.
“Johnny.” Zoey sings out. Spooking the older man. He attempts to fix his hair, combing his fingers through the brown curls, brushing his suit off in case anything got on it within this moment before he turns around.
He blinks, then a reddish hue paints his cheeks. Shyly fidgeting with his shaky hands.
“Wow.” He speaks dumbly, without thought. Realizing his mouth was hanging open the moment Zoey clicked her little heels across the tile floor to close their distance
Zoey grins, placing her arms behind her back and leaning forward, purposely jutting her chest out. Posing like those underweight ‘thinspo’ models she obsessively looks at on her blog.
“How do I look?”
Johnny’s eyes immediately dart to her chest, then, to Zoey’s surprise; his shaky hands shot up to tug the bust of her dress, trying to pull it up to conceal her more.
“You don’t like it?” Zoey teases, tilting her head and laughing as she flusters the older man even more.
“N-no! I mean, yes! Yes. You look gorgeous.” He stutters, flailing like a dying fish. “Like a model. Ah, uhm… I was just… your top…” His brain is scrambled, Zoey knows this. But that just makes it more fun with to mess with him.
Perhaps she is a fucked-up person.
But she already knew that.
“You’re scared my nipples are ‘gonna poke out for everyone to see, aren’t you?” Zoey’s grin grows wider as Johnny’s face falters. “Possessive much?”
“A-ahh… mm.” Her boyfriend only makes a noise in response, acting even more like a big old dog. “Well, it wouldn’t be good, for a young lady. Uhm, at her school. Y’know.” He talked with his hands but gave up on defending himself. He was just digging the hole deeper.
Zoey giggled. Almost sadistic, she sounded like the same girls who try to bully her friends.
“You’re a mess…” Johnny spoke, exasperated, his hands finding their way to her shoulders. “What am I going to do with you, girly?” He finally smiles. Finding some semblance of normalcy despite their less than normal relationship.
I mean, most girls don’t sleep with their best friend’s dad. But it’s fine.
Zoey doesn’t care.
Zoey hums, placing her hands on his shoddily done tie. “You don’t know how to tie a tie?”
“Uhm, I used to… sorry.” Johnny replies, frowning, yet allowing this teenager to fix him up.
“It’s fine. You’re cute.” Zoey chimes in, tugging the plaid-print tie. Not too tight, not too loose.
Johnny’s hands are nervous, yet slowly find their way down Zoey’s thin arms. Stroking the soft, freckled skin.
Zoey wonders what he thinks about when he falls silent. If the gears in his brain-damaged mind are trying to form a coherent thought. As mean as that sounds, Zoey finds it adorable. Perhaps he is just admiring her, or wondering how an old bastard like himself found a girl like Zoey. He always gets a strained, constipated expression when his fingers trace her self harm wounds.
Zoey contemplates if she is a narcissist or just a pervert.
Before it can escalate further, a loud honk is heard outside.
“That must be dad and Mirua! Let’s go!” She grabs his large hand, sweaty palm and all as she drags him outside the house.
“S- slow down, darlin’! Your prom isn’t running away!” Johnny exclaims, taken off guard.
“It’s a once in a lifetime thing! You don’t get it, you’re not a girl!” Zoey laughs out, half-believing her own words as her father, Luciano, rolls his dingy old car window down.
“Well, hello there, beautiful.” He smiles. He is far less fancily dressed than Johnny. A white, popped collar with too many buttons undone. Sleek black pants and a white cross necklace hanging around his neck.
“You look amazing, baby girl.” Luciano smiles, tilting his head. “And you do too, Johnny. For an old bastard.” He laughs, harsh and loud as if he’s known Johnny his entire life.
Johnny’s eyes squint, as if he took offense to the joke. Or didn’t understand it.
“Thanks, dad! And Mirua, wow! Is that really you?” Zoey peeks her head through the rolled down window before making her way to the back seat, scoot to the side so Johnny can sit next to her. His giant body and long legs nearly take up the entire back seat. He holds onto the handle for support as he tries to adjust.
“Hi, Zoey!” Mirua turns around, practically wiggling in her seat. Her dress clings to her body in a similar way that Zoey’s does, but with less… chest support. Pink with black stripes, covered in glitter that will stain her father’s seats, but she knows Luciano doesn’t care.
“Been a while since we’ve done something like this, eh, old man?” Luciano drives, eyes darting to the mirror so he can view Johnny’s reflection.
“Man, my prom night went crazy back in the day. I bet yours did too.” Luciano laughs again. Zoey half pays attention to their conversation, more interested in showing Mirua pictures on her phone and telling her every store she got her prom outfit from.
“Well, uhm.” Johnny mumbles, looking out the window then to Zoey. “I don’t really… remember high school. Maybe I was crazy, maybe.” He rambles with a lack of confidence that causes Luciano’s smile to falter slightly.
“Well, let’s make it better than Japan. Am I right, big dog?” Luciano attempts to brush it off, which causes Johnny to have the same look as a grandfather who is struggling to read the morning paper.
“…Pardon?” Johnny blinks, which causes Zoey to belt out with laughter.
“Uh. Nothing, never mind. Don’t worry about it, man.” Luciano shakes his head. “Looks like we’re coming up to the girl’s school.”
From her father’s tone of voice, she can almost hear him mutter thank God under his breath.
Zoey doesn’t understand the relationship her adoptive father has with her boyfriend. She doesn’t feel like asking, either. Tonight is about her. No one else.
Once the somewhat inappropriate group enter the school building, walking past several students, some that Zoey knows the names of, some that she’s never seen before in her life, they enter the gymnasium.
The room is dark, but it’s lit up with a rainbow flurry of lights on the ceiling. Balloons of many colors and party streamers. A photobooth is set up in the corner. Then, several tables of punch and finger food. Teens are crowded around, talking, gossiping and taking photos.
“This is so… awesome sauce!” Zoey punches towards the sky, causing Luciano and Mirua to laugh.
“This is better than I imagined!” Mirua exclaims, cupping her face as she surveys the area, looking for the rest of their friends.
“Oh my God, Mirua. We look amazing. I can’t get over how sexy you are! And cute!” Zoey practically tackles her younger friend, wrapping her skinny arms around the petite girl who giggles, her curly ponytail bouncing with each movement. She squeals as Zoey rubs their cheeks together before the rest of the group approaches them.
Luciano laughs, then nudges Johnny with his elbow. The men exchange a few words, somewhat forced before more familiar people approach.
“Yo.” Raven lifts her hand. As expected, adorning a lacey black dress that could only be described in the sense that it probably took nearly a whole year to be shipped to New York. Stripped thigh highs and fingerless gloves. Her brother standing behind her, even less sharp-dressed than the rest of the older men in their group. Popped collar and sleeves rolled up alongside ripped jeans.
“Hey, Zoey.” Ramona smiles, peeking her head behind her brother- or, what most of the group refers to Tristan as, her father. Tristan is the best dressed man of the whole group, though in Zoey’s eyes, nothing compares to Johnny. Tristan’s white suit fits snuggly, pristine and beautiful. It was obvious he had the money to flaunt on whatever he wanted.
Ramona is no different, purposely flaunting an outfit that Tristan and his girlfriend bought her. Expensive and gothic, a leather corset with lace decorating her arms and thighs as the skirt opens.
Zoey feels faint just imagining how much Tristan and Ramona’s outfits cost combined.
“Looking good, girls. And, well. Gentleman.” Tristan smiles, gentle as always.
Eula is close behind, a hand wrapped around Tristan’s left arm instead. Her hair tied up in a short ponytail. Her expression was nervous and clingy.
“Where’s your brother at, Eula?” Luciano asks, a bit too bluntly.
“He’s not allowed within 100 feet of this school.” She looks to the ground, causing an awkward ambience.
Luciano backtracks, struggling and looking to Johnny for help, only for the man to give him a what the fuck do you want me to do? Look.
“Ah, well.” Tristan breaks the silence, shaking his head. “That’s why I’m her date too. Aren’t I lucky? Two beautiful girls on either side of my arm. Isn’t that right?” Tristan flirts casually, causing Zoey to laugh once again.
There are more adult men here than most would expect. And most of them belong to Zoey’s friend group. They beckon some odd looks and whispers, but Zoey only laughs it off. Reveling in the attention.
The group slowly breaks up, talking between themselves and walking around. Snapping photos for their various blogging apps to remember the night by.
Johnny follows Zoey around like a stray. Out of place, even though he’s in the same building he works at daily.
Zoey snaps several photos, not just of her friends but of her and Johnny. Tugging him down by his tie so he can fit in the frame. The older man gives an awkward thumbs up for most of them or places his thick hand on her shoulder. Skittish as a newborn kitten. Lost and out of his preferred environment, yet he seems to be making the most of it.
“Zoey, uhm.” Johnny starts as Zoey lowers her phone to shove back into her green purse.
“What’s up? What do you ‘wanna do?” Zoey presses against him, looking at him with big eyes.
She’s so in love with this man. The fact he got out of bed just to come to some silly teen prom with her proved how much he loved her back.
“The food looks good…” His hand snakes towards his stomach, rubbing it absent-mindedly, causing Zoey to grin.
“You’re hungry? Go eat something! There’s plenty, maybe don’t drink the punch though. I think Olivia from Mrs. Price’s homeroom spiked it. Unless you want to, I might try a sip. Most of the time her mixes taste like shit though.” Zoey rambles, matching various facial expressions.
Johnny tilts his head. “You should eat somethin’ too.” A soft smile tugs on his lips but Zoey shakes her head, disappointing him further.
“In a second. I’m too excited, I don’t think I can keep my food down.” His smile vanishes, replaced with worry as he places a forbearing hand on Zoey’s waist.
“Ah! I promise I’ll eat, okay? Go ahead!” She pushes him towards the dining table, which Johnny awkwardly abides.
But just as Zoey watches him lovingly make his big sturdy self to the food, towering over most of the teenage boys here, an uncomfortable hand is placed on her bare shoulder.
Zoey turns her head, meeting eyes with a blonde teenaged boy. Done in a black and white suit that doesn’t fit him at all. Bangs falling to the side of his face and cut perfectly. He is surrounded by his friends- or, more so lackeys in Zoey’s mind.
“Hey, Zoey. Wow. You brought the janitor with you to prom? Are you in danger or something?” The jock laughs before Zoey grabs his hand and forcefully removes it from her.
She hates him. He’s annoying, immature and just plain rude. Another popular boy with daddy’s money to do whatever he pleases. The type of guy that Zoey despised.
“Leave me alone, Scott.” Zoey bites. “And don’t fucking touch me.”
“Wow! Harsh tonight, huh?” He laughs, not taking her the least bit seriously as his gangly group of boys who dress, talk and act just like him laugh as if on cue.
“Hey, look. You’re still not mad about what I said about Ramona, right? Come on.” He extends a hand again, only for Zoey to slap it away as if it’s on fire. Zoey’s upper lip curls in disgust.
“Come on.” He replies with frustration, but doesn’t back down, taking a step forward to the uncomfortable girl.
“I have a boyfriend, Scott.” Zoey hisses, refusing to look at him. “I had a stupid crush on you, like, one time in sixth grade! That shit doesn’t count. Get over me already! God!”
She huffs, already knowing where this conversation is going to lead to.
“You’re so mean to me, Zoey.” Scott responds. “I remember you before you got adopted by that guy. Now you think you’re hot shit because the retarded janitor likes you? News flash, he’s just some old fat guy.” He throws his hands up, matching her violence.
The hooligans chuckle again.
“Let me guess, he was drooling over himself when he asked you out? Like some Chester The Molester?” He laughs at his own idiotic joke, causing Zoey to stare in ire.
“Don’t talk about Johnny like that.” Zoey bites, slamming her heel down onto his foot which causes the teen to yelp and stumble.
“And for the record, I asked him out. Yeah, me. Because he’s nice, sweet and more mature than someone like you, Scotty.”
Finally, Johnny seemed to take notice of the small scene, appearing behind the group of teenagers silently. Towering over the entire group, including Scott.
“W- what’s all the commotion about?” Johnny speaks, somewhat sterner than usual, he pushes his glasses up to survey the scene better, stepping in between the two.
“Is he bothering you, Zoey?” Johnny swallows dryly and Scott looks away, disgusted by the janitor.
“It’s nothing, old man.” Scott finally looks up to the older man, a smug, shit-eating grin on his face.
“I was just trying to see if Adams wanted to dance.”
He shoves his hands into his pocket and stands straight, but his puberty riddled boy genes are no match to Johnny.
Zoey snatches Johnny’s hand, just as he stands toe-to-toe with a boy half his age.
In all honesty, Zoey doesn’t think Johnny would waste his time beating up some kid.
As much as Zoey wanted him to.
As hot as it would be. The man needs his job.
She aligns his arm between her ample breasts. “And I told him no, Johnny. Don’t worry.”
Her bold actions cause the young men to look in confusion and shock. Obviously, they had to know something was going on between Zoey and Mr. Mccain. Teenagers are cruel with their rumors, even if they are true.
“Because I already have someone I want to dance with. Sorry, not sorry!” She taunts him, leaning forward and reveling in their disgust before acting even more impulsively.
Before Johnny can even react, the large man is pulled down by his tie. Zoey crashes their lips together, far less than chaste. Her mouth instantly opens as she darts her tongue across his bottom lip. Not asking for entrance but forcing her way in without permission.
Johnny stumbles, making a noise of shock and embarrassment, yet he barely fights back. Instinctively placing his hands on her waist and leaning into her small build.
Zoey moans, loud and aggressive. Demanding. Her tongue massaging into Johnny’s mouth.
He’s so submissive, even though she can read his mind. Screaming, why are we doing this right now!?
And her movements only scream back, to show his annoying ass that I’m taken!
“Ah. The- uh. Wow.” Scott proclaims. Dumbfounded, Zoey pulls away from the kiss. A string of spit connecting their bruised lips. Johnny is out of breath, even though they’ve kissed multiple times before, but never in front of a group of onlookers before. His face is completely flushed as his brows knit together.
Johnny breathes out, deep, yet not negative.
“I got a man who actually knows how to kiss girls. I don’t want a dance with a little boy, Scott.” Zoey pants, feeling hot in her very core.
Her heart is racing from the thrill. She is starting to understand why there’s so many exhibitionists in New York. All eyes on her and Johnny, a guy old enough to be her father.
It’s so freeing. To have control over such a taboo subject. Her eyes scan Scott’s friend group. Awkward and lacking any sense of confidence they faked when they strolled up to her before.
“God damn, sweet pea.” Johnny breathes out, hoarse and attempts to swallow all the newfound saliva in his mouth. His hand still on Zoey’s waist, gripping the fabric and flesh.
“I’m ‘gonna. Uh. Go.” Scott sounds defeated; his shoulders slouched as he stares in abstract horror. As if he witnessed something he shouldn’t.
Zoey waves, as sarcastic and mean as she is. Scott deserves it for not listening the first time.
As the boys leave, Johnny adjusts his glasses. Hands shaking before he shout-whispers, “W- why did you do that? That was dangerous!”
“Because he wouldn’t leave me alone! He knows I’m in a committed relationship. Plus, he’s just some fuckboy!” Zoey laughs, never taking in the severity of their relationship.
“Oh, I hope my coworkers didn’t see that.” Johnny buries his head into the crook of her neck, pressing his body against her. He smells like cheap cologne and leather cowboy boots. Zoey couldn’t get enough of it, wrapping her arms around his waist, but unable to connect her hands together fully.
Alongside another part that Zoey takes notice of. His length is stiff and poking her leg in their somewhat-embrace.
“Awh, don’t complain. You really liked it, didn’t you? I mean, looks like someone liked it.” Her manicured nails snuck to Johnny’s upper thigh, poking the outline on his jeans.
He jolts, taking his face out of Zoey’s neck with a noise that can only be described as a whimper; something no one would expect a man his size to make. The noise causes something to stir within Zoey.
Her panties were already slowly growing damp from a simple make-out session. At least she wasn’t alone with this feeling.
“Darlin’. Honey. Zoe.” Johnny hisses sweet names. “We’re in public!” He stammers, unsure, yet as Zoey slides her leg between his, he muffles a noise.
Johnny is as sensitive as a middle school boy. Zoey wonders if the brain damage caused him to forget what sex was like before he met her. A sick part of her hopes did. She gets to claim him over and over again. Make him forget all about his ex-wife.
Zoey smirks.
“Let’s go to the bathroom.” Zoey removes her bullying leg from Johnny’s thighs. Grasping his hand and tugging him outside the gymnasium. Passing Raven on their way out, yet she doesn’t make notice of her friend.
“Where are we going? Zoe.” Johnny asks, uncertain and embarrassed. “Ah, goodness gracious.” His southern slang only causes Zoey to pitter-patter across the floor faster until they reach the girls bathroom.
Good, it’s empty.
The sound of music from the prom is muffled now. The bathrooms are cleaner than usual, Johnny probably took care of it in advance.
Before Johnny can ask more questions, he is pushed into one of the stalls. It shouldn’t be so easy to boss him around, he can easily lift Zoey up with one arm. Yet he allows her to do whatever. It’s adorable.
“I wanna do it. Kissing you in front of everyone turned me on. So fucking much.” Zoey attacks him, pushing him against the stall’s wall and groping him all over. She presses messy kisses to his neck and chest. Leaving glitter lip gloss prints.
“I know it turned you on too, you got off on being the big guy, huh? You didn’t even fight back. You must’ve got jealous. You’re possessive too, aren’t you? I know you are.” Zoey breathes out, grasping the outline of his hard cock in his jeans. Johnny gasps, looking for anything to support himself against his half-his-age aggressor.
“W- what if a girl walks in! Hold on!” Johnny leans back, his hips stuttering as Zoey gropes him without care. His leg now being the one between her legs.
Zoey knows he can feel her wetness dampening his jeans at this point.
“I don’t care. Let them listen!” Zoey grins, rubbing herself against his leg.
“Fuck.” It’s a hard, quick curse between clenched teeth. His accent is thicker than usual. He finally brings a rough, calloused hand to her cheek, stroking his thumb over it as they lock eyes.
There’s no denying it. Johnny is just as filled with lust as Zoey is, if not more. His eyes are clouded over. He is covered in kiss marks and slow-forming purple hickeys.
Disheveled, but all the more attractive because of it.
“Lookin’ at me like that. Fuck.” Johnny tilts his head back, wrapping his hands around Zoey’s hips as she leans closer, pressing her breasts against him. Peppering another kiss on his Adam’s apple.
“You want me to suck you off, don’t you, daddy?” Zoey breathes against his bare skin, causing Johnny to swallow a moan in response. So needy, Zoey thinks to herself. Guilt stricken yet aroused all the same. Johnny’s cock twitches at the pet name.
“Say it.” Zoey demands, groping him tightly.
“Please, little miss.” Johnny manages to beg. “Please, baby girl.” The older man sounds on the verge of tears.
Zoey slowly slinks down, her hands finding their way to Johnny’s belt, his buckle is hilariously big, like that of some cowboy in an old western. All he is missing is a hat at this point.
His jeans fall to the ground, leaving him in some white boxers. Zoey wastes no time freeing him, pulling the boxers down his knees. His cock springs free. Hard, big and almost intimidating if you forgot who it belonged to. An angry red at the tip.
He smells sweatier than usual, a scent that Zoey’s come to be addicted to.
She breathes warm breath over the tip of his head. Causing Johnny to whimper again and hit his head on the back of the wall. One hand reaches to her head, gentle yet demanding. Attempting to push her towards it.
He is like a child throwing a tantrum over something that he is already getting. Still composed, yet this would be a tantrum for Johnny. He is such a broken man.
“So needy.” Zoey mutters, splaying her hand over the tip of his cock and smearing his precum up and down his length. She works up a good motion, with his size; she must get it wet first to take it in. Causing Johnny to groan higher pitched. Inpatient.
“Sweetheart, please. I need your mouth. Please. The… tongue piercing. Need it. That thing.” His words are barely comprehensible, as if he forgot how to speak English.
While it is fun teasing this old man, Zoey is just as hungry. She opens her mouth, tonguing the slit on the top. Johnny shudders.
Salty. Musky. Most girls her age would find this gross. He is like, sooo old! O-M-G! She can already hear the response from peers she cares less about.
She slowly works his length into her mouth. She knows if she takes it all at once, it runs the risk of triggering her abused gag reflex. She moans against him. Never in her life did Zoey think a simple blowjob would turn her on so fucking much.
He is already leaking. Heavy panting as he finally thrusts. As if he was testing the waters of something they’ve done plenty of times before. Groaning under his breath as he grips her head, much to Zoey’s shock; he forces her down his entire length. Her nose pressing against his pubis. Her eyes flicker open as she looks up at this newfound strength.
Tears prick her eyes as his cock pushes to the back of her throat. She moans, or tries to speak. It is all muffled.
Johnny is looking dead at her. Sweat caused his hair to stick to his forehead. Shiny and causing his facial scars to become more visible. His mouth hung open as his chest fluttered up and down. He looks at Zoey as if she is everything beautiful in this world. It causes her heart to skip a beat.
“So good baby. S- so good.” He pulls her face back, Zoey’s mouth leaving a dirty mixture of glittery lip gloss, saliva and precum up his length. He does not take her off, leaving his tip in her mouth. The taste grows saltier by the minute. Zoey’s lower stomach turns with heat.
He slams her head back, slightly aggressive but not as violent. They find a steady pace, matching Johnny’s moans and his hips jerking to her mouth. Zoey complies, bobbing her head back and forth onto his cock.
“D- daddy’s little girl. My sweetie, ah. Zoey.” Johnny mumbles. He has always struggled with dirty talk, or so he claims, since he met her. His mind gears struggle to form complete sentences at times. Sorry if I sound stupid. He would always apologize when they first started dating. Making him feel like an unexperienced boy all over again.
Does he know that only turns her on more? His lack of control. His forgetfulness. His struggle with simplicity.
Zoey is not a good person.
His eyes flutter open once more as Zoey slides back and forth, hollowing her cheeks out to increase the speed. Her makeup is smudged, she can feel her eyeliner dripping down her face towards her chin, joining the spit escaping her mouth. Her eyeshadow smearing with the mixture of tears and sweat.
Johnny moans again, sweet yet low. Manly. He cannot take his eyes off her.
“Fuck, you look like a porn star. Your makeup all smudged like that… R- reminds me of. Uh, ah, VHS tapes. Ones. Dammit. Pretty blonde hair, big… natural uhm, tits. ‘Hate the fake kind. Love yours. Fuck, girly.” He stammers, fucking her face like he is in heat and has lost all control. Words stringing together without a lick of sense, as Johnny would say.
Then, he trails off. Listening to his own voice. Despite the guilt riddled in him, his cock twitches and his hip thrusts do not cease.
“Ah- I shouldn’t say that. You’re only s- seventeen! Ah!” He gasps as Zoey flicks her pierced tongue over his slit. “My daughter’s age. You’re just a baby. And I’m takin’ your innocence. Fuck, I’m goin’ to Hell.” He breathes out, seeming to try to keep up with how fast his own hips are moving. His actions do not match his words. Zoey deep throats him, ignoring the urges in the back of her throat. Her pussy is soaking wet, she would not be surprised if it was dripping on the floor at this point.
Zoey pulls back, slowly without warning. A lewd pop! is heard as she pulls his cock out of his mouth.
Zoey groans, miserably and pathetically. His hips jut forward a few more times, even though there is no warm, wet hole to fuck anymore.
“Zoe, baby. Please. C’mon.” He begs again, hands on the back of her neck as Zoey stands up.
Zoey breathes heavily before pressing a messy kiss to his lips, forcing Johnny to taste himself on her tongue. His cock twitches again, despite a mild whine.
“It’s cute how you think I’m innocent.” Zoey chastised, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down for another sloppy kiss. Shockingly, Johnny positions himself so his cock goes in between her thighs. Naked and bare this time, still wet and growing wetter from a combination of both their juices now. He thrusts in between her thighs, moving his hands down the small of her back as he kisses, messily, nearly forgetting how to. Zoey moans in response.
Cute. Desperate. Needy. Am I really the only person who has fucked him in years? Zoey wonders to herself. I am so lucky. He is so lucky.
He is so desperate for a hole to fuck, sliding his cock between her thighs sloppily. Moaning into her mouth like a girl.
“Please, please- please.” He begs once his mind sets him right. “Zoe. Baby. Girly. D- daddy’s sweet pea. Please.” He begs, whining with each movement as Zoey kisses the corner of his mouth. “I need it. Need ‘ya. Don’t know what’s gotten into me. Oh, God.”
Zoey wonders if she is his God now. Her dad said something similar once, that people can become someone’s God. Or, whatever. I’m not catholic anymore. He would always add before a laugh.
Zoey pulls back and Johnny chases, nearly stumbling over his jeans to kick them off. She turns around, bending over and pressing one hand to the wall and using the other to push her dress up above her hips, an incredibly easy feat with just how short it already was. She pulls her panties to the side, finally presenting to herself to her old-as-sin boyfriend. Her best friend’s dad. A guy who worked with her dad.
“Fuck me.” She shakily laughs out. There is nothing funny, but she is high off their taboo right now. Johnny immediately complies, grabbing her hip with force and pulling her an inch closer as he positions his cock towards her entrance. Nearly fumbling again, but perhaps instinct kicked in. He pushes into her pussy, fully bottoming out with one straight thrust.
Johnny grunts. Noisier than usual as he pounds into her. Zoey struggles to stand; her legs are still weak and it doesn’t help that Johnny starts pressing his weight over her back. Pressing kisses to the back of her neck and shoulders.
It seemed as if Johnny couldn’t keep himself quiet if he wanted to, at least to Zoey.
“Mm.” He hums, repositioning himself again so he can go deeper.
“Fuck!” Zoey cries out. She starts wondering just how she can take it.
“I feel like it’s in my stomach.” Another cry, weaker than the dominating presence Zoey once had. It causes Johnny to moan much louder.
“Baby girl.” He groans. Hands perversely found their way past her hips to her breasts. It was shocking how long it took him to get to this part, Zoey thinks to herself. He pulls the bust down, revealing her breasts that were already failing to contain themselves in her tight dress.
“No bra? Fuck. F- for me? All for this old man?” Johnny breathes into her ear. Massaging and groping his favorite part of her body. Zoey bites her bottom lip, attempting a smug look as she looks back, cheekily.
“All for you, daddy.” Zoey breathes out. He called her a porn star, so she will act the part. Might as well.
Johnny moans, deeper and guttural as he thrusts, pressing his nose into the creek of her neck and taking a deep inhale. His rough, large hands fondle her breasts until they make way to her nipples. Tugging them and causing Zoey to squeak. Her legs tremble.
Johnny laughs. Airily. Inhaling her scent. Teen girl scent. Like the perverted old man he is.
“I-I don’t know how such a beautiful young lady could’ve hated herself so much. Hah- “ He moans, rubbing into her soft flesh as he fucks her.
“There’s grown women who would kill for this body. Oh, Zoey. Sweetheart.”
“I love you.” It is all she can moan out now. Johnny mumbles a “L- love you.” In response. Humping into her. He is hitting her core. His cock ruthlessly rubs against that little G-spot. If he keeps at it, she is going to cum in a manner of seconds.
“Y- you really needed old man cock, b- baby?” Johnny falters, doing his best. “Fuck, ‘wanna… suck on your tits. So bad.” As dominating as he tries, he still falls back into his old dog form.
Just as Zoey squirms, moaning into a wet, sticky mess, the sound of footsteps is heard. Johnny’s thrusts slow down and his grip on her frail body tightens as he looks to the locked door.
“Shit!” Zoey hisses through her teeth before slapping her hand over her mouth to control her breathing. Johnny clings to her, still not pulling out. Buried deep within her warmth and un-moving.
“Did Raven leave already?” The familiar voice of Ramona, the sound of water running. Then, the sound of short heels. “Yeah, I think so… Did you see Mirua? Where did she go?” Eula’s familiar voice.
As the water runs, as the girls converse, Johnny’s shaking hands rub at Zoey’s chest again. Grumbling like a dog who had playtime interrupted. She bites down a sensitive whimper until they hear the footsteps fade.
Before Zoey has time to react, before either of them could make sure that the coast was clear, Johnny pulls out and spins Zoey around to face him. They lock eyes, His glasses are halfway off his face now. His face is covered in sweat and pink blush. Johnny is a mess and Zoey knows she looks even more like a messy slut.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you.” In that quick movement, yet still sloppy, Johnny lifts her up with ease and pushes her against the wall. Supporting her weight. Out of instinct, Zoey wraps her legs around him, then, her arms around his neck so she won’t fall.
“Johnny?!” Before Zoey can form a proper response, Johnny is slipped back inside her. Thrusting harshly.
“W- won’t let you fall. Darlin’.” He breathes against her chest, burying his face into her breasts.
All Zoey can do is moan and enjoy the ride. She knows she is loud; she knows her friends must know what’s going on. But it only turns her on more. The fact that there will be new rumors about her fucking the janitor tomorrow. Annelie’s dad.
The pitiful, old, brain-damaged janitor from Texas. A fish out of water in this city. He cannot even remember what he did to his daughter. Or what he did to anyone else.
He groans and grunts like a dog, cupping her ass and forcing her to the hilt of his dick. Slapping skin against skin.
“I- I love you- you!” Johnny cries out with one final thrust, hitting Zoey’s abused G-spot as he spills inside, continuously pumping more of his semen into her. Syncing with him, Zoey cries out as well, high pitched and girlish, young. A broke sob.
Johnny slumps against the wall, leaning all his dead weight on top of this teen girl. She can already hear him complain about achy bones tomorrow.
All that is heard is their conjoined heavy pants. Trying to catch their breath. Trying not to collapse on some dirty bathroom floor.
Once they both regain their strength, Zoey connects their lips together, sharing a dirty, taboo kiss and stroking the scratchy stubble on his face. Johnny leans into the kiss. His shaking hands finding their way back to her breasts to grope once again.
Zoey pulls back with a giggle. “You really like boobs, huh?” A childish remark. “Dirty old man!”
Johnny whimpers, babyish. As if he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He squeezes the soft flesh.
“They’re really… uhm, you- You. You have really nice tits- breasts.” Tripping over his words, back to his old self. “I like them, all natural too. Can’t stand the fake ones.” He repeats himself, groping and staring at her chest like a hungry baby.
“What, are you hungry?” Zoey teases. “You just came inside of me, now you want to breastfeed? Haha! You’re so random!” Zoey laughs again, yet it is exhausted. Johnny snaps back to reality.
“Lemme clean you up… what am I thinkin’. Don’t know what got into me…” He mumbles, looking for toilet paper to wipe the dripping mess from between Zoey’s legs, but she grabs his wrist.
“No! It’s fine.”
“S-sure? But- “
“I said it’s fine, silly.” She swats his hand and adjusts her dress, still feeling the the slimy mixture of their fluids drip from her pussy. She bent down, nearly falling over herself so she could pull Johnny’s jeans back up with his struggling help. Tucking his cock back into his boxers.
“I want everyone to know I am yours. I want them to know who I belong to.” She poked his chest and Johnny dry-swallowed. Audible.
“S-so… uhm.” He struggled with the words. Zoey almost felt like a bully when she tilted her head, awaiting for the cogs in his brain to work the best they could. He already fucked her until completion, he needed a moment to verbalize himself.
“S-so dirty. Dirty… little sweetheart. Little model.” He patted her hips. Chastising, yet complimenting.
“You think they noticed we were gone?” Zoey exits the stall, attempting to slightly fix her hair in the mirror. Her makeup is a mess.
“P- probably.” Johnny looked in the mirror, becoming more flustered than before as he tried to make himself presentable once again. No matter what they said, they both reeked of and looked like sex.
“Holy shit! That mascara stayed on for good! I knew I made a good choice!”
A familiar song rang in Zoey’s ears, one that she wrote down on the ballot as song suggestions. An old Myspace band that barely anyone her age knew about.
“Oh my god! O-M-G!” Zoey exclaimed, suddenly regaining the strength she lost during their little adventure. “I fucking love this song! Come on!”
Johnny fumbled, yet once again, was pulled along by a teenaged girl the same age as his daughter. As she ran, more cum dripped down her legs, drying.
It was gross, but so fucking good.
The gymnasium was still full, some of her friends were still there who waved them down. Ramona’s eyes widened as she got a glimpse of the disheveled couple.
Tristan waved at Johnny, but slowly lowered his hand. Then, seemed to take on a different route.
“Come on, Eula. Want to dance? Not that I really… listen to this kind of stuff.”
Zoey wrapped her arms around Johnny.
“H- how do you find the energy after that?” Johnny whispered, dropping an octave as he attempted to dance, very shoddily to the high-pitched voice of some emo boy.
“You’re just saying that ‘cause you’re old! It’s good to exercise! Do you remember this song? Huh?” Zoey giggled, swaying with the sound of the music.
“N- not really.” Johnny laughed, constantly stepping on Zoey’s feet and apologizing during the dance. “I’m a bit… older than this type. I think. Ah!”
“What?” Zoey tilted her head, still dancing with him.
“You’re- you’re making a mess, darlin’. All over the floor.” He panted, looking down to her feet. “It’s all over your pretty little feet… My- my cum.”
“Good.” Zoey grinned, smug, devilish, and prideful. She pulled him closer. Enjoying this moment as if they were the only people in the room.
“Hey, uh- not to interrupt, but have you guys seen Mirua? I have not seen her or your dad.” Ramona interjected, twirling her hair nervously. Ramona avoided Zoey’s gaze, awkwardly.
“I thought they left but they wouldn’t without you.” Ramona comments, causing Zoey to pause.
“Really? They are probably here somewhere! Dad wouldn’t let anything happen to Mirua, so I’m not worried about it!” Zoey grins, clinging to Johnny like a lovesick puppy.
Ramona looks between the two, her blush growing on her face.
“Okay. Alright. Hey, did you guys drink the punch? It tasted… off. Right?”