Chapter Tags: angst, mentions of affair, drinking, inappropriate relationship, age gap, blowjob, mentions of abandonment
Chapter WC: 1940
A/Ns: Here we goooooo! I’m SO excited for this series! I don’t plan on this being all that dark, mainly angsty and smutty!! Enjoy!
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You walk into the living room, only to find it full of guests, people mingling and chatting above the music that’s playing. It’s too warm for this many people to be crowded into your home. You smile politely at guests as you pass them but try to make yourself look busy, so no one stops you to strike up any kind of conversation. Your eyes glance over the crowd, looking for your father’s face but only seeing strangers, or people you vaguely recognise. This party is so stupid, anyway. The music is dull, the people just want to sip champagne and talk about business and mortgages. Jesus, why are you even here?
“Alright, sweetheart?”
You turn around at the familiar voice and smile. “Jensen, hey.”
“Haven’t seen you properly in a couple of years now, I barely recognised you.”
You watch his eyes scan over you and feel yourself flush a little under the attention.
“That’s what happens when you grow up,” you smirk.
Jensen chuckles, nodding his head. “Well, got a hug for your favourite uncle?”
He holds out his arms invitingly and you roll your eyes, stepping forward and embracing him for a moment.
“Have you seen my dad?” you ask, pulling away.
“Not in a while, sorry,” he sighs.
You force a smile and excuse yourself, slipping back into the crowd to go looking for him. You only want to tell him you’re leaving, that a friend from school had given you an invite to a better party, so you were ditching this one. He probably wouldn’t notice if you left, anyway. You step out into the garden and huff, opening your purse and looking down at your cigarettes inside. You glance around once more for your father before creeping around the side of the house, to a part the party hasn’t spilled out into, setting your eyes on the summer house down the path. You head towards it and grab your cigarettes, putting one in your mouth and rummaging for your lighter. Your father will probably kill you if he catches you smoking again, so you keep glancing around nervously every so often.
You’re about to reach for the door handle when you hear it. The voice is very unmistakably Clarissa’s, and it’s coming from inside. You step up to the window, careful to stay hidden and then peek inside, finding Clarissa in there with a guy. Not just any guy. Fuck. Your unlit cigarette falls from between your lips to the ground as your brain absorbs what it’s seeing. Your father’s hands reach out for her waist, pulling her into him and he holds her close.
“I’m sorry, this is your birthday, you should be celebrating,” she sniffles, pressing her forehead into your father’s chest.
“Hey, don’t apologise, sweetheart,” he soothes, stroking her hair and kissing the top of her head.
“I’m here whenever you need me, okay?” Clarissa nods against him and then sniffles, looking up at him as he brushes the hair over her shoulder and they start leaning in closer to one another.
You step away from the window, not wanting to see what happens next, and quickly make your way back towards the house, your hands shaking. You can’t tell if you feel the anger or the betrayal more keenly, but either way, there are a lot of negative emotions building up inside you, and alcohol is going to make them better.
“Whoa, careful, sweetheart,” Jensen warns, reaching out to grip your arm as you bump into him.
“Everything okay?” he checks, frowning in the direction you’ve just come from.
“Yeah, yeah, totally fine,” you lie, forcing a smile, hoping he won’t press you about it further. You can’t even begin to find the words to tell him what you’ve just witnessed.
“I know when you’re lying,” Jensen tells you, skeptically, “c’mon, baby girl, can’t lie to your Uncle Jensen.”
“Stop calling yourself that, I haven’t even seen you in like two years, you don’t know anything about me anymore.” Jensen seems a little taken aback by your tone. “I’m sorry,” you mumble, pushing past him.
You let yourself into the dining room, which had been off limits for the party, but it’s where your father keeps the good alcohol. Heading over to the cabinet in the corner of the room you find his best whiskey at the very back and take it out, uncorking it and taking several sips. You wipe your mouth on the back of your hand and sigh heavily, taking the bottle over to the table and sitting down. How could he do that? God, you hate him most of the time – usually for stopping you from going to a party, or for trying to punish you for whatever reason – but right now, you truly hate him. You drink more whiskey and throw your head back, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for it to kick in. You rummage in your bag for a cigarette and light it, not caring that the room will smell of smoke, or that your father will kill you for it. You grab some ornamental bowl your parents had for their wedding, intent on using it for a makeshift ashtray, and flick the cork of the whiskey away, fully intending on finishing the bottle, anyway.
The dining room door opens, and you look up to see a guy you recognise from earlier; the one that sang a few songs with his guitar for some entertainment.
“Oh, I’m looking for the bathroom,” he explains. “You’re urm… Jared’s daughter, right?” he checks.
You force a smile and nod your head. “Yeah, Y/N,” you offer.
“JJ,” he replies.
“I enjoyed your music earlier, you’ve got a good voice,” you compliment.
“Thanks,” he smiles, playing with the handle of the door. JJ is attractive, it was the first thing you’d noticed during his performance earlier. You know he and your father have been getting close recently, and you smirk softly as your plan for revenge comes to mind.
“Wanna help me finish this bottle?” you ask, nodding to the whiskey. “Got some spare cigarettes too, if you want one.” JJ glances back towards the party and then steps fully into the room, closing the door behind him.
“Sure, that’s not really my scene, anyway.”
–
“Fuck, you know we probably shouldn’t be doing this,” JJ breathes, his hands gripping your waist tighter, regardless of what he’s saying.
“Why not? I’m eighteen,” you remind him, smirking against his lips, running your fingernails through the back of his hair.
“Shit, I know, but you’re my friend’s daughter,” he laughs slightly. You grind your ass down into his lap harder, feeling him getting more and more aroused beneath you.
“Then I guess I’m like some forbidden fruit…” you purr, biting down softly on his bottom lip. “Sure you don’t want a taste?”
JJ grunts, lifting you out of his lap and laying you down on the table, running his hands down to the hem of your dress and pushing it up your legs. You moan the second his fingers find the lace crotch of your panties, rubbing in little circles over your clit through the wet fabric.
“Fuck, please, JJ?” you beg sweetly, looking down your body at him.
He steps back, pulling his belt apart and tearing into his jeans to get his erection free. He’s thicker than he’d felt, a little longer too, and you bite your lip hard. “Shit.” You can’t help yourself from sliding off of the table, down onto your knees and landing at his feet, eager to suck him down and taste him. You giggle around him when he gasps for breath and tips his head back, his fingers knotting in your hair and tugging it hard, and you feel the spit start to collect at the corners of your mouth.
You stand up after a moment or two, reaching under your dress to push your panties down your legs and step out of them, kicking them to one side. JJ’s staring at you, his chest heaving and his eyes darkening.
“Are you gonna fuck me or are you just gonna stand there and think about it?” you tempt.
JJ scoffs at your words, stepping closer to you, reaching out for your waist, but the dining room door opens and disturbs you.
“What the fuck is going on in here?!” Your father roars.
“Oh fuck.” JJ instantly rushes to put himself away and you bite back a giggle.
“Oops.” You think your Dad might let JJ leave the room, because his angry glare is on you, and he hasn’t even acknowledged your company, but before JJ can make any moves, Jared grabs him and punches him in the face.
“Dad, what the fuck?!” you gasp, moving to check that JJ’s okay.
“Get the fuck away from him,” Jared growls, gripping the collar of JJ’s shirt and pulling him backwards. “Touch my daughter again, and I’ll fucking kill you, now get out of my fucking house.” He shoves JJ towards the door, and then his attention is back on you.
You can see that some people have gathered behind your father, and Jensen has a front row seat to the drama. Jared also glances around, realising you’re too public right now for this kind of argument, so he grabs your arm and drags you through the party, towards the stairs.
“Get the fuck off me, Dad,” you grunt, trying to pull yourself free.
“No, this is the final fucking straw, Y/N,” Jared tells you, continuing to drag you towards your bedroom, which happens to be the furthest room from the staircase. He slams your door shut behind him and shoves you into the room. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” he growls as soon as you’re alone.
“Me?!” you choke out, hardly able to believe he could act so righteous after what you’d witnessed.
“Yes, you! JJ is my fucking friend! And you were… God, I don’t even want to think about what you were doing with him. He’s at least ten years older than you!” You frown, shrugging, not really understanding the big deal.
“I’ve fucked older,” you retort, wanting to get a rise out of him, hurt him the way he’s hurt you.
Jared clenches his jaw, but he doesn’t take the bait.
“I’ve had enough of your behaviour, Y/N,” he warns. “First you don’t graduate highschool, now you’re fucking men that are so much older than you… my fucking friends.” You cross your arms over your chest defiantly. “If your mother was here–”
“Well she’s fucking not, is she?” you shout back. “And anyway, this is all so fucking rich coming from you,” you scoff. “You wanna talk about your friends? What about the fact that you’re fucking your best friend’s wife?” Jared’s eyes widen, his mouth falling slack. “When are you gonna tell Jensen about that, hm? Maybe I should…”
“Y/N, listen, it’s more complicated than you think, okay? It’s not like that…”
“It is. I saw you two together in the summer house. What the fuck, Dad? How could you do that to Jensen?”
“There’s things you don’t know,” Jared warns you.
“How could you do that to Mom?” you ask next, swallowing hard.
Jared takes a deep breath and looks down at his feet.
“Baby girl, listen to me,” he urges, stepping closer, but you step back. “Your Mom left us four years ago now. She just went; no note, no explanation – nothing. The only time I’ve known she’s even alive in four years was when divorce papers showed up on the doormat. I have to move on sometime.”
“But she might come back,” you choke out. “Then what?”
“I know you want that, baby girl, I know you do. But it’s not going to happen, I’m sorry. And I’m sorry about what you saw between me and Aunt Clarissa–“
“Fine, move on, Dad, whatever. But not with her, please.”
“It’s complicated right now, and as soon as it’s not I’ll tell you more, okay? Just please don’t tell Uncle Jensen. Baby girl, please, you don’t know the full story yet.”
“I don’t need to, Dad. There’s no excuse. Now please just get out, I want to be alone.”
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