Can't Help Myself
A/N: So this is really a stupid act since I'm in the process of developing a sequel to one of my stories and I've got three stories and a oneshot series going on, but I really can't get this idea out of my head.
Well, anyway I'm new to writing in this fandom, but I've been reading Troyella fan fiction for years, it was one of the things that got me hooked on fan fiction in the first place.
But, I had this idea and for some reason these two popped inside of my head for it, now I could have used many different pairings that I ship, but I chose these two because I really like to see Troy get a little rough with Gabi, and I think it's a good idea, lol.
BTW: This idea came from an R & B song by an artist that I have yet to learn the name of, but is really cool, it's called Baby Mama Love…
I know, lol.
Troy Bolton sat in the comfortable plush chair that sat in the middle of the living room, seemingly made for watching the front door.
Which was exactly what he was doing.
Of course with the exception of his daughter quite snugly asleep in his strong arms, head nuzzled firmly on his shoulder, tiny hands fisting his shirt, and her breathing as even as it possibly could have been.
He took pride in his little girl, deep blue eyes, the exact stormy shade as her fathers, long black curls with that shade of brown hinted, already trailing down her back even at four.
She was beautiful, many would agree, holding the inevitable gorgeous genes of both mother and father, the couple that was too beautiful for even their own good. The couple that seemed to be on top of the world at one point, particularly in high school, through college, until little-one, as her uncle Chad called her, issued.
It was supposed to be expected happiness.
The thing that their friends knew were coming, a dazzling elaborate, situation that was sure to bring the two lovebirds closer and hopefully result in marriage.
It was supposed to be the most happy experience, it really was.
But it wasn't.
At this moment, a frightened Troy Bolton went into panic mode, simply stating his love for his girlfriend for a little over two years, but also stating that this was not what he was hoping would happen.
They both knew he loved the thought of Gabriella swollen in pregnancy with his child, but she obviously didn't see the scared tone behind the panicking one.
She ran, from him, slamming the door, and exclaiming that she didn't need, him.
And she didn't.
And Troy didn't need her.
But that didn't fault the undeniable attraction that was consistent, and intended on staying between the two no matter how they liked it, assuring them mentally that they would never be able to stay away from each other.
And, Gabriella went into labor.
And Troy was there.
Behind her holding her hand even as she called him an assortment of names, murdering his hands as she screamed in pain.
And, they, together had brought their child into the world.
And they would raise that child.
But not together.
Gabriella had a wounded heart. It was cold, and she didn't want anything to do with Troy, even as he proclaimed his love for her, and their daughter. And even as she believed every word he said, she told him, it was over.
And the only thing that would keep them even speaking was their daughter.
And Troy invested in getting over the love of his life.
Which he seemingly…did.
A car pulled up in front of the house and Troy craned his neck, ever so slightly to see the red mustang coming to a halt and the man clad in the black suit walking discreetly over to the passenger side to open the door.
And out of that door stepped a womanly figure clad in a tight fitted black dress, curls pinned up slightly by a diamond studded clip, black pumps clicking on the pavement, loud enough to make a statement that even he could hear through the door.
She was back from a date, oh how interesting.
Troy smiled at the fake smile she donned as the man's hand reached down to help her as she stepped out of the sports car.
He saw her hug the man, sidestepping a kiss, just barely and Troy had to whistle at the action.
"Ouch." He said quietly.
She said something and the man nods toward the house where, she nods back and pulls his hand to walk him to the front door.
She was inviting him in, oh how wonderful.
Troy stood and walked into his daughters room to lay her down. "Time to play with mommy." He whispered placing a kiss on her forehead. He took off his shirt, tossing it to the hamper, and he ruffled his already mess of hair. Pulling his jeans down just a little to show off the waistline of his boxers, he slipped off his shoes.
The door opened, and he could already hear the mother of his daughter's frown as she discovered how the door was unlocked, unlike she left it with the babysitter.
And in that instant, she knew.
"Motherfucker," she whispered not so quietly and he grinned to himself. The mystery date, asked, like a proper robot gentleman, if everything was alright, and she told him everything was fine, stepping through her house, and flipping on a light switch.
"So, this is my humble abode, welcome." She said sarcastically her voice laced with dry humor, and she stepped around in a circle, silently wondering where the father of her child was hiding.
"It's very, small." The man replied to her statement, and she smiled at him, setting her purse down.
"You don't need anything big when it's only you and your daughter, right?" She said as an answer to his question.
The guy nodded, and opened his mouth to reply, but found himself unable to comment as Troy stepped out of the room, a smile on his face.
"And your husband right?" He said and Gabriella closed her eyes, willing her patience.
"Husband?" The guy asked, and Gabriella sighed.
"He's not my husband, why can't you just stay at your own god damned house?" She questioned turning her body to Troy as he placed a hand causally on the couch in such an amused stance.
"Babe, this is my house, and how come you didn't tell me we were having an open marriage?" He questioned biting his lip, at the way the dress highlighted every curve that adorned her body.
"I thought you said you guys weren't married?" The guy inquired again, and Gabriella rolled her eyes, but not without a glare to Troy, before turning to face her date. "We aren't," She sighed, "Richard, meet the father of my daughter, Troy." She stated simply motioning to Troy, who bowed his head in response to the tight knitted suit man.
"Nice to meet, you." Richard, said holding out his hand to Troy who merely glanced at the gesture.
Gabriella was practically fuming. "Richard," She said steadily, "I'll call you tomorrow, I've got to send Troy here on his merry way, okay?"
The guy nodded, and kissed her cheek before leaving a chuckling Troy and a pissed off Gabriella in the same room.
"You son of a bitch!" Gabriella started.
"Well, he won't last long." He said before settling on the couch and flipping the television on with a casual shrug. She snatched the remote out his hand, clicked the T.V. off and threw it down on the coffee table.
"Why can't you just leave me alone, let me live my life, huh?" She said going into her rant now, pacing back in forth in front of him, very much like teacher giving him a punishment.
Troy stands, wanting the full affect.
"I was on a date Troy!" She yells, stopping to face him.
"Obviously." He stated, placing his hands in his jean pocket. She crossed her arms over chest, tapping her foot, in a an angry impatience that only makes Troy want to push her even further.
"I'm trying to move on with my life Troy!" She said, her vane appearing just slightly in the crease of her neck, intriguing Troy to an extent.
"So, do it."
And he pushed.
And she was on the edge.
"I can't with you sitting in my fucking house every time I get back from a date!" She screams, and he rolls his eyes, in mock annoyance, quite pleased that she was so riled up over nothing.
"I wanted to spend some time with my daughter, and I figured I'd take some weight of that poor fourteen year old."
Gabriella gave up, but didn't back down. "Shouldn't you be out prowling for your new whore?" He knew what she was doing. "Don't give me that bullshit, Gabs, I'm not the one out with Richard the stuck up stud."
"Fuck you, why would I be jealous?" He said defending himself, from something that he was not in the mood to address at the moment.
She raised an eyebrow. "Open marriage? What were you trying to do?"
"I was just playing with his head, besides he's a flake anyway, I didn't like him." He stated.
She scoffed, disbelievingly.
"It doesn't matter, I like him! You do not give me consent to date anyone!" She yells, quite offended by the fact that he thought he owned her.
"I'll be damned if my daughter is around some rich-boy that doesn't treat her mother right!" He said quite pissed himself, that she was not seeing his worried concept. "I've only been out with him once Troy, and you only saw him for a minute, he was a perfect gentleman to me."
"He wanted a good fuck, that's all." He said as if it cleared everything up, and Gabriella stands with her mouth agape.
"But I don't really care what he wanted, if I catch him here again, we are going to have a problem, Gabriella." He stated stepping to her.
Gabriella knew that the cobalt eyes, weren't lying to her.
She knew that no matter how mad she was, no matter how independent she thought she could be, if Troy disapproved, they weren't allowed back. She was forced to his gaze, still furious at the way he acted.
"You are not my fucking guardian, Troy-boy." She said quietly to his face, but with a force, that made the brown in her eyes, turn a shade of deep auburn.
And Troy watched her struggle with him, her chest heaving in a movement of angst, and he licked his lips, her cleavage providing a weakness to his strong stance.
But he held his ground.
"He's not to be here again." He said, and the firmness in his voice, told her he was final about his decision.
He always was.
And it made her yearn for him, a sudden ache coming between her legs.
"It's not your business who I date." She finished, telling him she was still firm on her stance as well, challenging him, at his game that he liked to spin.
And he took it.
"It's not any of my business who you spread your legs to?" He said, and he saw the fire flash through her eyes, before she pushed him, with all the force she had, and he stumbled ever so slightly.
"Get the fuck out of my house!"
And Gabriella made to push his shoulders again, but before she could even grip them Troy had caught her arms, roughly yanking her to him. His lips were on hers before she could even say anything, feeling, bruising them, and she whimpered, fighting as he held her wrists against his chest.
She was struggling, as the anger coursed through Troy's blood, and he probed his tongue into her mouth, making her taste everything.
And she accepted.
And she knew she wasn't getting out of it.
His hands let go of her and harshly scanned over her body, roughly feeling her hips and legs, brushing under the silk fabric of the dress, and rubbing hard against the lacy thong that was under it.
She grabbed his face and issued her own amount of force, still dedicated to stating her own case, even if they weren't talking. He was breathing rugged as he disconnected his mouth from hers, and trailed open mouthed kisses down the side of neck, biting hard enough to make her cry out.
Because she was gonna take it, all of it.
His hand cupped her butt, slapping, squeezing and lifting her body up, legs spread wide setting her on the shelf.
"It's none of your business who I fuck," she moaned as he had snatched the fabric of her dress down her chest, and gratefully took a breast inside of his mouth. He detached himself and roughly slammed her against the wall raising her arms, as he crushed her lips under his again.
"Your business, is my business." He didn't have to tell her, she knew.
And he let go of her arms, reaching to grab the flimsy underwear and rip them away casually sliding his jeans down his legs, boxers attached. Then he held her legs as he thrust into her with no warning.
She moaned out, thrashing her arms and knocking something off the shelf, a distant breaking sound being heard, but not considered.
And he pounded, solely into her heat, hard and wet, holding her legs outstretched, Carlos Santana stilettos still on her feet.
"Who do you fuck?" He groaned out, bucking his hips hard, as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
She whimpered, and he rolled his hips skillfully, knowing what it did to the mother of his daughter.
"Oh, fuck!" She cried, as he sped up his ministrations, the angle and force of his thrusts causing her to become frantic. The dress was helplessly bunched around her hips as she tried not to wake her daughter, but Troy sliding in an out of her in such an erotic manner, making her test her limits.
"Excuse me?" He asked slamming his pelvis rather hard against hers, causing her to tilt her head back to the wall.
And it felt so good.
"I-I, Oh god, Troy!" She breathed, unable to form the words as he gripped her legs, and spread them wider at his penetration.
"You tell me who you fuck, Gabriella!" He growled, and she couldn't help but be so turned on by the voice tone. It didn't add help to her predicament, causing her to moan, and forget the answer she had been in the mist of saying.
But She raised her head back to his and leaned in his ear, licking before whispereing.
And as if a trigger was pulled, Troy turned from wild to animalistic, driving into her in such a hard forcible way that she was screaming so loud she was sure the neighbors would call the cops.
"You are damn, right! Nobody fucks you!" He groaned out, biting at her neck as she tightened her grip around his neck as he added another notch of speed to his pounding, making the weak shelf shake with every deafening thrust.
"Shit, Troy!" She cried out, as he continued his claim over her, hitting her spot, every time he would swiftly bury himself inside of her.
"No one touches, this body, do you understand me?" He was talking to her as if she was a child, as if he was punishing her, chastising her.
"Yes!" She screamed, the erotic feeling of him becoming too much.
"You're mine, this body is mine!" He cried and she was exposed to a blinding white light as she hit ecstasy on the highest level, making her scream his name so loud that it almost broke his ears.
He himself spilling into her body, his own orgasm as hardcore as it could have possibly been. He finally slowed his thrusts to a stop, not wanting to remove himself from being buried inside of her,and he didn't.
He stayed, reveling in the feeling.
Dressed, Gabriella stood holding her door, as her ex-boyfriend, the father of her child stood in the door frame.
He softly ran his fingers over her lips.
Savoring the moment that was occasionally there.
"Gabriella…" He said.
"He won't back," She stated.
And he pressed his lips softly to hers, before walking off to his car, and pulling off into the nighttime.
And she closed the door, knowing that even though Troy wasn't her boyfriend anymore,
And even though they didn't live together,
Richard wouldn't be back.
A/N: So, that's just some random idea that's been stuck, I'm wondering if I should carry it on, or just leave it there, cause I kind of want to carry it out, but I don't want to carry out something that nobody, likes, lol.
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