"Get your paws off me, muskrat," I scoff.

"Bye Sally Face!" Larry calls as he hoists me up again.

"Bye!" Sal nods.

"Put me down," I hiss.

"Nah, I'm getting paid to do this," Larry cackles.

"Yeah, how much?"

"Enough."

"Uhh, are you okay, Y/n?" I instantly recognize Robert's voice.

"No, not really," I pinch Larry's arm. He tightens his grip on my waist.

"Is this your boyfriend?" he asks, confused.

"No, it's his friend," I sigh. "Can you put me down, please?"

"Nah, you're gonna burn this whole place down," he laughs.

"Dude, I practically live by myself! I made Sal breakfast this morning! My mom is almost never home, and everyone here is alive and well!"

"Yeah, because Sal spends every second he can with you."

"Wait, you're dating Sal? As in Sally Face?" Robert interjects.

"Yes, now can-"

"That makes a lot more sense. He asked me for advice a while ago, but he didn't say your name," he chuckles. "I didn't expect Sal to be that kinda guy in a relationship. Based on what you told me, at least."

"I'd love to keep talking, but Larry is digging his fingers into my side," I seethe.

"Yeah, I'll let you guys sort that out. Let me know how the boss reacts to this," the older punk chuckles.

"He's paying Larry to do this, actually."

"Hold on, how does this guy I've never met know more about your relationship than I do?" Larry sets me down.

"I'll answer that when you get a shirt on," I sneer.

"Okay, you're done. You're done," Larry grabbed my wrist and pulled me on the elevator with him.

"What are you doing?" I try to tug my arm free.

"Hush," he sighs and pats my head with his free hand as the doors close.

"Don't touch me," I frown.

"Then hush. I'm stealing you, you're staying with me until your daddy comes to pick you up."

"My what?" I snort.

"You heard me," Larry grins down at me as he takes me into his room.

"I wish I didn't."

"Be quiet, you love me. Anyway, you're gonna lay with me because I fell asleep at 2am and you can't be running off," he sighs and drags me onto his bed with him.

"I don't want to," I complain.

"Deal with it, bitch."

"I'll just wait until you fall asleep and leave," I tell him with a scowl as he lays down next to me.

"I'll just fall asleep hugging you. Then you can't escape without waking me up," Larry wraps his arms around me and holds me to his chest.

I groan and take my phone out from my pocket. Larry falls asleep pretty quickly, so I don't have to wait long to take a picture of him hugging me with his face in the crook of my neck and send it to Sal.

// Y/n

[Insert image] I said I would wait 4 him 2 fall asleep and leave so now this is happening

He's asleep

I can't move and we both know yelling won't do anything :-/

What did I do to break ur trust? T_T

R u saying I'm immature

Ttyl

Ya but I can take care of myself and I'm not immature

I can manage on my own :(

What do u think I did b4 u started spending every second with me

Ig. can we ft?

:D

"Hey, pet," Sal says, setting his phone on the dashboard of his parked car.

"Hi," I smile.

"Be quiet," Larry mumbles.

"Well, good morning. Wanna go put on a shirt, sleeping beauty?" I chuckle.

"Nope. Who are you talking to this early?" he yawns.

"Sal. He wants you to put on a shirt."

"Tell your daddy I said no."

"Your what?" Sal coughs.

"That's what he calls you now," I sigh.

"I mean- if Y/n called you that, you'd be fucking ecstatic, so I don't see the problem."

"True," Sal laughs.

I let out an involuntary squeak and my face turns bright red. Who gave either of these men the audacity?!

"Has Y/n.exe stopped working?" Larry grins.

I blink, dumbfounded.

"I think that means yes," Sal chuckles. "Sorry."

"When your brain says no, but your daddy issues say yes," Larry sighs dramatically.

"Shut up! Get off me," I groan, trying to escape his grasp.

"Ha! No way, I'm getting paid to have a teddy bear, dude!" he hugs me closer and smiles against my neck.

"Sal-"

"Who's Sal?" my boyfriend asks.

"Are you seriously-"

"Yeah, who's that?"

"I'm not calling you daddy," I scoff.

"Why not?" I can hear the smile in Sal's voice, even through his prosthetic.

"Because."

"You have no problem calling me sir."

"They did at first," Larry chimes in. "Which means if you make them, they'll probably call you daddy."

"Why is this a discussion?" I cover my burning face.

"Why not?"

"Because it's humiliating. Just like being carried around, actually. You should both stop doing that."

"Never," Sal chuckles.

"Same," Larry concurs.

"Don't be surprised if I just stop talking to either of you one day," I sigh and stop hiding my face.

"That's mean," Larry frowns.

"You're mean. I don't want to be trapped in a basement."

Apparently the tall metalhead doesn't have a comeback (surprise surprise), so he licks my neck instead. I let out a shriek and drop my phone to push his arms off me with every ounce of strength I have. And by some miracle, I break free. I immediately grab my phone and shoes from the doorway and sprint to the elevator without bothering to put them on.

"Y/N!" I hear Larry approaching quickly while I spam the button to close the doors.

"SUCK MY DICK, LAR-BEAR!" I holler.

The doors close just in time. I let out a sigh of relief through my laughter.

"What just happened?" Sal chuckles.

"Larry licked me, which triggered my fight or flight, and he was too slow to catch me," I pant and grin while pulling up my socks with my free hand.

"He's texting me," Sal picks up his phone. "He's freaking out."

"Serves him right for licking me."

"Guess so. But to be fair, you did refuse to even try to call me 'daddy.'"

"Really?" I sigh as I step off the elevator and speed walk to my apartment.

"Yes."

I lock the door behind me as soon as I get in, and sit on the floor with my back against its cool surface. I set my shoes down in front of me and hold my phone on my lap. Sal looks at me expectantly.

"What?" I ask.

"You gonna try it?"

"What do you want me to say?" I frown.

"Please fuck me, yes, harder, anything along those lines," he smiles down at his camera.

"You better not be screen recording," I scowl.

"I'm not, go on."

"Please fuck me, daddy," I sigh and feel my cheeks immediately flush. I prop my phone up on my shoes and hug my knees to my chest to hide my face.

"Aww, that wasn't so hard was it?"

"It was. I don't like it," I mumble.

Our conversation is interrupted by someone knocking on the door. I pout and pick up my things and head into my room. I'm not dealing with that right now. I put my shoes on a rack and take off my hoodie before flopping down on my bed. It's too hot, as usual.

"I told Larry you said it."

"Why would you do that? He's going to hold that over my head for the rest of my life," I groan and hold my phone away from my face while lying on my back.

"Because it makes me happy. Anyway, as much as I don't want to, I have to go. My dad is asking me what's taking so long," Sal says. "I love you."

"I love you more," I smile.

"Ah, finish your sentence."

"Sir."

"No."

"Daddy," I sigh.

"Good little one/boy/girl," he nods.

"Alright, byeee," I laugh and hang up.

As soon as I press the red button, Larry texts me. I reluctantly open the message, purely out of courtesy.

// Y/n

Promise not to pick me up first

I sigh and decide that he probably won't care if I'm not wearing a shirt (). I get up from my bed and quickly fix my hair while walking to the door to open it.

"Where's your hoodie at?" he raises a brow at me.

"My room. It's hot as hell," I step out of the way to let him in.

"So, it doesn't have anything to do with what you and Sally Face talked about?" he smirks.

"Correct."

"If you say so. Anyways, what should we do?" he asks, waltzing over to the couch.

"I was just gonna play some Red Dead," I shrug. "Maybe make something to eat."

"Boring. We should play a game," the tall brunette declares.

"Like what?" I sigh, sitting criss-cross on the couch and looking up at him.

"Hmm... All I can think of is truth or dare," Larry frowns.

"Better than not taking a break from video games, I guess. Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Don't pick me up for the rest of the day," I grin.

"Fine," he glares at me. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Show me your internet history."

"Uh... Lemme delete just a few things first. Not everything," I chuckle nervously and delete the worst things before handing him my phone.

"Oh my God, are you a rope bunny?" he snorts.

"Why do you wanna know?" I raise a brow.

"You got me there," Larry laughs and hands my phone back.

"Truth or dare?"

"Hm... Dare."

"...Tell Sal you like him," I say after a moment of thinking. "I need some entertainment and drama in my life."

"Alright," he sighs and texts Sal. I scoot closer to him to see his screen.

Sal //

?

Oh

Do you not like them anymore?

"WAIT A DAMN MINUTE-"

"I don't really care if you know," Larry shrugs. "You already have a boyfriend, and obviously he knows."

"Hold on- since when?" I cover my mouth and look up at him intently.

"Since as soon as I saw you, basically," he says, calm as ever.

"So... Before Sal?" I ask.

"Yeah, I'm the one that got him interested," the taller boy laughs. "He said you have nice thighs, and I said the rest of you is hot too, plus your personality."

"I didn't even notice him looking..." I feel my ears turn pink.

"He's sneaky, I'll give him that," Larry grins.

"So you just watched him tackle me that one day?!" I grab his arm, absolutely shocked.

"I got to punch the holy spirit out of Travis instead," he shrugs.

"You're confusing."

"Not really. Hold on he's calling," my friend mutters and accepts the call, putting it on speaker. "Hey, man. I'm with Y/n, it was a dare."

"Can confirm," I chirp.

"That's what I thought," Sal laughs. "I was going to ask, actually. Anyways, I'm about to start driving home, so I gotta go."

"Bye," Larry and I say in unison.

"Bye," he chuckles and hangs up.

"Anyway, truth or dare?"

"Dare. Oh, sorry," I take my hand off his arm.

"You're good. I dare you to let me kiss you," Larry shoves his phone in his pocket and looks at me.

"Is that really a good idea?" I wrinkle my nose.

"Probably not. You obviously don't owe me anything, but sometimes I think Sal does, to be honest," he sighs. "You don't have to."

"Oh. Well... Okay. It's just a dare," I mumble. This is completely against my better judgement. I know I shouldn't, but... I understand where he's coming from. And it is just a dare, anyway.

Next thing I know, Larry is leaning down and tilting my chin up to kiss me. My face immediately flushes. I know he can tell, and he puts a hand on the small of my waist, pulling me closer. His other hand falls from my chin and he rubs my inner thigh. I let out a small whimper between our lips. Shit.

"Oh, shit. Sorry, I didn't think you would make a noise," he pulls away immediately.

"I didn't mean to make one," I cover my mouth and catch my breath. "Sorry."

"Hey, now I know why kid always has his hands on you," Larry laughs.

"Shut up!" I playfully punch his arm.

"Make me," he smirks.

"Okay," I shrug and get up from the couch to grab the rope I keep in my nightstand, among other things. I look Larry directly in the eye when I walk back out with it in my hand.

"Wait, I thought you're a sub."

"That doesn't mean I don't know anything," I scoff and walk over to him.

"Child, put that down. I will gladly shut up."

"That's what I thought," I laugh and make a move to put it back.

"I didn't say put it away," he teases me, grabbing my wrist.

"Haha," I roll my eyes and try to brush his hand away, but he tightens his grip instead.

"What makes you think I'm joking?" he asks me, standing up. His figure towering over mine while he holds me in place is enough to petrify me, and it does. Please tell me he's just taking the joke too far.

"Uhh... The fact that if you rape me I'm going to hate you?" I look up at the taller boy, the confidence in my voice contrasting my shaking legs.

"You're shaking, bunny," he smirks and releases my arm.

"Don't call me that," I frown.

"Alright," Larry chuckles, ruffling my hair.

I put the rope back and take deep breaths to calm myself down. I know he wasn't trying to scare me, but I also don't think he realizes that I know he could snap my neck like a toothpick. When I walk back out, he's moping at something on his phone.

"What are you so sad about?" I ask, sitting down next to him.

"Todd is making me study with him tomorrow after school," Larry sighs.

"Ew, I forgot we go back to school tomorrow."

"Same."

"Anywayyy... Wanna make some food with me?" I offer with a smile.

"No, but I doubt you'll give me any if I don't help you make it."

"You're wrong, but you already agreed!" I boop his nose and hop up from the couch. My friend trails behind me with sagging shoulders. "What should we make?"

"Nothing healthy."

"I'm glad we're on the same page."

"Heh."

"What can we do with spice cake mix? I think I have some," I mumble and climb on the counter to get it from the cupboard.

"You're gonna fall, get down from there," Larry chuckles.

"I- what do you think I do when Sal isn't here? Starve?" I scoff and grab it.

"No, but that doesn't mean you're not two centimeters away from getting a concussion," he says, lifting me up by the waist and setting me back down.

"Stop, I didn't get the frosting yet!" I pout.