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Obscure Games from My Childhood: Bookworm Adventures (1 & 2)
#WORDLE WHO? Sorry I only know BOOKWORM#IF YOU PLAYED THIS GAME I AM HUGGING YOU SO TIGHTLY#I need to find a download of it because I'd literally still play it#the first was good too but I feel like it's less obscure because they made it into an app game#bookworm#games#computer games#pc games#webcore#mine#original#nostalgia#nostalgic#00s
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let me love you - matthew sturniolo
summary: your boyfriend sucks, and matt may or may not be in love with you.
warnings: pure smut, cheating, oral f!receiving, fingering, hickeys, unprotected sex.
a/n: thanks for enjoying my ghostface au! this is kind of a slow burn itâs like 1.5k words before they get freaky. yall wanted best friend matt so here you go đ ALSO I started writing this prior to everyone talking about no nut november sooooo âŠ. lmk if u want smut from me still or maybe some fluff or angst cuz I am a sluuuttt for angst
wc: 6.2k
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âNo!â You cry out, throwing your body backwards on the white couch you sat on, dramatically slamming the PS5 controller down next to you in defeat. âYou guys teamed up on me and cheated! No fair.â
Laughter filled your ears around you, your friends and boyfriend finding your reaction hilarious.
You were at your best friend Mattâs house, along with his two brothers, your boyfriend, and a couple of other friends from high school. Nick had wanted to invite your guysâ old friend group over as it had been a while since you had all seen each other together, and so far you guys were having a blast. Youâd ordered a pizza, watched a cringey movie that came out while you guys were in high school, and now were playing Mario Kart, which was never really your strong suit.
âNobody ganged up on you, kid. You just suck,â Chris laughed from his spot next to you, bringing his phone up to take a picture of the big pout on your face.
âI hate this game,â you tell him, standing up from your spot between him and your boyfriend, getting up to go refill your red solo cup with soda. As you walk to the kitchen, you hear footsteps behind you, and youâve been friends with everyone here long enough to know whoâs creeping up behind you, so you turn around, pout still plastered on your face.
Matt laughs as soon as he makes eye contact with you, unable to hold it in. âCmon, donât be a sore loser,â he starts.
Your jaw drops at his comment in disbelief before you pick it up and giggle, dropping the facade. âIâm not being a sore loser,â you assure him with another laugh. âIâm thirsty and was also kind of wondering if there was any pizza left.â
Matt smiles at your change of attitude, happy youâre not actually upset with the outcome of the game, even though he would never mind trying to cheer you up. âI knew youâd want more, actually,â he moves around the table to open the fridge door. âSeemed like everyone was going crazy on the pizza so I grabbed a couple slices and put them aside for you.â
Your heart swells a bit as you walk around to join Matt by the fridge, smiling wide as he pulled out a tupperware container with a couple pieces of your favorite pizza. âAww,â you drawl. âYou know me so well, Matt. Thank you!â You take the container from him and set it on the counter before turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
He hugs you back with his arms around his waist for a moment before pulling away, patting your sides as he does so. âOf course, just heat it up real quick. Iâm gonna run to the bathroom,â he smiles at you, turning and walking away.
You smile to yourself as you pop the tupperware into the microwave, listening to the hum of the machine while you twiddle your fingers and wait for it to heat up. As it beeps, you feel a presence sneak up behind you, hands wrapping around your waist.
You spin around with a small grin, looking up at your boyfriend looming over you. âHi,â you say sweetly.
âHey,â he responds, kissing your forehead. âMore pizza?â His eyebrows furrow as he looks down at you.
âYeah,â you respond, breaking free from his grasp to grab your pizza out of the microwave. âMatt put a few slices aside for me because I always eat more later.â You take a bite out of one of the slices, humming in satisfaction, looking up at your boyfriend with a small smile.
He looks down at you with a smile that doesnât meet his eyes, watching you eat. âDidnât you have like four pieces earlier?â He questions, raising his eyebrows slightly.
You pause chewing for a moment, furrowing your eyebrows as you look at him. âHuh?â You say, slightly garbled by the food in your mouth. You take a moment and chew whatâs in your mouth, swallowing thickly before setting down your bowl, placing both hands on your hips. âAre you questioning how much Iâm eating or am I hearing things?â
He crosses his arms as the smile drops off of his face. âThatâs not what I mean,â he starts. âIâm just⊠saying you had a few pieces earlier and you just heated up like four more pieces, thatâs all.â
You guys have been friends for almost ten years now, however your relationship was relatively fresh, only about seven months in, and in those ten years that youâve known each other, youâve never been known to eat salads or small portions. Youâve always had a faster metabolism, and a more active life, so you werenât particularly worried about indulging in a few extra pieces of pizza during a night with some of your closest friends.
You tilt your head and narrow your eyes, arms coming up to cross over your chest. âIs this something youâd be comfortable saying in front of all of our friends?â
He scoffs and shakes his head, turning to walk away. âDonât make this something itâs not, babe. Just a question,â he says, heading back towards the couch where the rest of your friends are.
Youâre still standing there with your arms crossed, watching him sit down next to Chris, picking up a controller while he laughs about something somebody said, completely switching up his attitude like he wasnât just trying to patrol what you were eating and how much of it.
At that moment, Matt comes back, drying his hands on his grey sweatpants, making them a bit darker on the outsides of his thighs. âHowâs the pizza?â He asks with a smile, before he notices your demeanor and the pizza resting on the counter instead of in your hands. âEverything okay?â
You turn your attention to your friend, looking at him with a confused expression while you try to decipher the interaction that just happened between you and your boyfriend. âYeah,â you say, but it isnât a confident answer, and you sound almost confused. âCome on, letâs go sit back down,â you tell him, grabbing your bowl of reheated pizza before starting to walk back to the couch, flopping down on it aggressively, making sure everyone knew you were back.
Matt follows happily, sitting down next to you. You turn and smile at him before slinging one of your legs over his, his hand habitually landing on your knee as you did so. You two had always been the closest in the friend group, but it was always platonic, as much as some of the people in the friend group wanted you guys to end up together.
Nick came and sat on your other side, smiling at the bowl in your hand, pointing at it happily. âSecret stash?â He asked.
You nod enthusiastically, swallowing the food that was in your mouth. âMatt saved me some because he knows how much I love to eat again a few hours later.â Your tone was slightly bratty, eyes flicking over to your boyfriend who stared at you and Matt. He was clearly mad at how close the two of you were sitting, and the hand placed gently on your knee.
Nick nodded. âOh yeah, I think we all know how much you love leftovers. I wish I could eat as much as you and still look that good,â he teased. You laughed, knowing Nick had no idea the interaction that transpired in the kitchen a few minutes ago, and his timing was just coincidentally perfect.
The night played on as usual, games continuing to play on the tv, loud chatter filling the room as you all caught up on each othersâ lives, talking about how adult life takes so much time to live and leaves so little for socializing.
Soon, people started leaving, and eventually it was just the triplets, your boyfriend and yourself, all sitting on the couch as the conversation started to die out, everyone starting to become tired.
Your boyfriend stands from the couch, stretching his arms above his head, shirt riding up slightly. âI think Iâm gonna head out, Iâm really tired,â he says. âYou want a ride home, babe?â He looks down at you where you now laid on your side, head resting on a pillow by the arm of the couch.
You look up and shoot him a quick smile, shaking your head. âIâm gonna pass out here for the night, thanks though.â You tell him. It was typical for you to stay over at the tripletsâ house when you got the chance. Youâve known them the longest and grown the closest with them out of the friend group.
âOh, you can sleep in my room!â Chris smiles at you, reaching over to grab your ankle, shaking it lightly. âIâm gonna sleep in Nickâs room.â
You sit up and laugh at Chris, nodding your head lightly. âOkay, thanks, Chris. Youâre the best.â
You and Chris had an almost sibling like relationship from the start, teasing and goofing off being an essential part of your bond. They were also a little bit younger, so he was like the little brother you never had.
Your boyfriend nods and walks over to you, leaning down to kiss you quickly before straightening back out, heading towards the door. âBye guys, thanks for hosting,â he says towards the boys before leaving, door shutting behind him.
You let out a sigh you didnât know you were holding, looking around at the three boys around you, all comfortably sitting on the couch on their phones. You smile to yourself a bit before pushing yourself up off of the couch, causing them to look up at you.
âIâm gonna go to sleep,â you say. âThanks for letting me sleep in your bed, Chris.â
Chris smiles up at you and nods. âGoodnight,â he says.
âNight,â you respond, starting your walk through the kitchen to get to the stairs.
Matt gets up and trails behind you, and you donât even question it, only turning around to look at him when youâve made it to Chrisâ room. âHere to tuck me in?â You tease.
Matt laughs and shrugs, walking to sit on the edge of the bed, looking up at you as you raid the drawers to find a large t-shirt to change into for the night. âI mean I can tuck you in if you want, but I just wanted to make sure you were okay after earlier. Iâm not really sure what happened but you werenât right after that.â
You pull out an old, worn out red sox shirt and walk over to the bed, sitting down in the middle of it. You let out a sigh and stare down at your hands. âIâm okay, itâs just⊠you know how I was eating those last few pieces of pizza?â
Matt scoots closer to you and turns to face you, nodding his head as he did so. âDid he say something to you?â He asked curiously, head tilting a bit.
You take a deep breath and nod, letting the air out slowly and quietly while you think of what to say. âHe just made a comment about how much I was eating and it kind of rubbed me the wrong way. Said I already ate a good amount earlier so I shouldnât eat any more.â
Matt pulled his head back with a disgusted look on his face. âThatâs weird. Itâs no different from how you usually eat.â He said.
You just shrugged your shoulders and leaned back against the headboard. âYeah, I know. Thatâs why I was so confused when he said it, it was just so out of left field. Itâs not like Iâve gained weight since weâve been together or anything either. I donât know, Matt, heâs been weird lately. Iâm not even sure if we should be together, but if we break up itâs going to make things weird between everybody and⊠I just donât know.â You run your hands over your face and groan loudly, smacking your hands back down on your legs when youâre done.
Matt looks at you for a moment, trying to figure out what to say that might make things better, but his curiosity gets the better of him and he finds himself trying to dig deeper. âHow is he being weird?â He inquires, sitting still in his spot in the middle of the bed.
You shake your head and look up at Matt, pursing your lips as you think. âHe just⊠heâs not very physical with me, he barely takes me on dates and when he does, I have to ask him to take me out, his texts are so dry it hurts, and⊠not to be too tmi but⊠Iâm just not very,â you blush and look down at your lap before finishing your sentence. âSatisfied.â Your voice fades off into almost a whisper.
Mattâs eyebrows raise, shocked that you confided in him about your sex life. It wasnât the first time it had happened, but normally he didnât know the guys you were complaining about and you could joke about it more freely. âLike⊠youâre not finishing?â He asks, not sure how far youâd be willing to take this conversation.
You cover your face, embarrassed, but ultimately you make eye contact through your fingers and shake your head, silently answering the question. âI do things for him every time, but I feel like heâs just using me to get off and my pleasure isnât important. Heâs never even eaten me out, just like fingered me before sex but you can tell heâs just doing it because he thinks he should, not because he actually wants to, and Iâve been with guys who enjoy that kind of stuff so I know itâs not a universal thought that getting your girlfriend off is a chore. But he doesnât even get me off! He just like⊠plays around down there and then fucks me for like two minutes!â
Matt laughs at your tone, nodding his head in agreement. âTwo minutes is⊠crazy,â he cackles.
You laugh back at him, the mood lifted. âYouâre telling me. I feel like I can literally count the seconds without losing track in the time it takes him to finish.â
Mattâs head falls back in laughter, but when he comes back to look at you, he raises an eyebrow at you. âHeâs seriously never eaten you out?â He asks, shocked at the earlier statement.
âNo,â you shake your head, lips falling in a tight line. âCrazy, right?â
He nods, taking a breath in like he was going to speak, but stopping himself before words could come out. He thought for a moment, not wanting to say anything to make the situation awkward. âI feel like I always eat a girl out and get her off at least once before we actually, yâknow. Fuck.â
Itâs been way too long, you think to yourself. Way too long since youâve actually been pleasured by a man that left you satisfied and even craving more. With your boyfriend now it just felt like you should be having sex, but you never craved it.
âI wish that was the case but⊠itâs mostly just me blowing him and not getting anything in return, or we just have sex without any sort of foreplay,â you tell him. Your eyes bore into his and you swallow thickly. Itâs not like youâve never thought about what sex with Matt would be like. You guys have talked about your sexual encounters before, but mostly as a joke, in ways that didnât make you guys want each other, at least thatâs what you thought. But now, talking about how awful your sex life was and how attentive Matt was in bed, it made you feel even more deprived.
Unbeknownst to you, Matt had thought about sex with you more than heâd like to admit, but would never bring it up due to fear of rejection. Heâs had a crush on you for a while now, but the thoughts of getting you naked and in his bed and consumed him recently. He was so turned on by even the smallest thing; the clothes you wore, your hair in a bun paired with your glasses, the smell of your perfume, everything made him want you even more. He felt like this conversation might be the only time he could make a move and actually have it make sense, but he didnât know how to bring it up.
âYou deserve better than that,â he starts nervously, right hand playing with the ring on his left pinky. âHave you talked to him about it?â
You laugh, rolling your eyes. âYeah right. Doesnât do anything. He says he doesnât do that. Says itâs boring and he hates the taste. Like suck it up.â
Matt keeps eye contact with you, taking a deep breath before the words that will change your relationship no matter the outcome slip past his lips.
âI love it,â he says. âI love eating girls out, having them squirm underneath me, pull my hair⊠it might be my favorite part of sex.â
Your throat goes dry as Matt talks, the eye contact getting almost too intense for you. The air in the room has shifted, and itâs hard to ignore. You swallow thickly, looking down to his lips before flitting back up to his eyes.
âListen, I.. I donât want to make this awkward or make you uncomfortable and,â he scoots closer on the bed, reaching a hand up to trail over your thigh. âI know weâve been friends for a really long time and this would change things forever, but I canât even tell you how bad I want to make you feel good.â
You suck in a breath, goosebumps arising on your leg where his hand rested, thumb gently swiping back and forth. âMattâŠâ you look at him with raised eyebrows.
âI know, I know youâre with him,â he interrupts. âBut I could make you feel so good. Please.â
Begging was your weakness, the desperate look in his eyes having you more hot and bothered than it shouldâve. You were in a relationship for fuckâs sake, this was wrong on more levels than one.
Mattâs hand reaches out to push a strand of hair behind your ear before he rests his palm on your cheek, getting up on his knees to tower over you, looking down at you from his elevated position. He leans down, left hand resting behind you on the headboard, locking you both into place. His face is right in front of yours now, both of your lips merely inches away.
âPlease,â he breaths out quietly.
You stare up into his eyes for a second.
TwoâŠ
ThreeâŠ
âFuck it,â you whisper, reaching up to grab the back of his head and pull him down the last few inches, slamming your lips together.
His tongue slides past your lips almost immediately, meeting yours fervently, his hand that rested on your cheek sliding down to rest on your waist, gripping gently like he was afraid youâd slip from his fingers.
Your hand slides up to thread through his hair, keeping pressure on the back of his head to keep him close. You moaned against his lips, both of you kissing more aggressively than you typically would due to the tension thatâs been growing between the two of you for years, finally snapping.
âI need you so bad,â he mutters against your lips, sliding down to kiss your neck, tongue sliding against your skin as he left kisses down your collarbone. âTake your clothes off, please, I need to see you.â
You sit up from the headboard and oblige, pulling your shirt over your head, leaving you in just your sweat shorts and bra. He follows suit and takes his shirt off, throwing it to the ground before sliding down the bed so he can grab your ankles, yanking you down the bed roughly so you were laid flat on the mattress instead of sitting up.
You let a small squeal leave your lips, followed by a giggle. This is exactly what you needed, to be manhandled by a man that wanted nothing more but to please you, and you couldnât be more excited for the night ahead of you.
Matt crawls back up the bed, looking at you like youâre his prey and heâs about to devour you. âYou look so good,â he says quietly, voice deeper than usual. Heâs hovering above you again just staring down at your face and admiring, like he canât believe heâs finally getting what heâs waited so long for.
Your hands reach up to touch his shoulders, dragging your fingers up and down his arms that are braced on either side of you, holding his body up. You admire him for a few minutes yourself, just staring up at him as he looks at you, the silence not awkward at all, instead itâs comforting, and he feels like home.
Finally, he breaks the eye contact as he leans down to kiss you again and your arms come up to wrap around his neck. âMatt,â you mumble, his lips pressed firmly against yours. He hums in response, placing a final small kiss on your lips as he pulls away to hear what you have to say.
Youâre nervous as you speak, but push the feelings aside as to come off more confident than you actually are.
âI need you,â you whisper, staring straight up into his bright blue eyes. âPlease.â
Mattâs still for a moment before he leans his weight on his left hand, sliding his right one underneath your back that arches for him to have easier access, skillfully undoing the clasp on your bra. As soon as itâs undone, you use your own hands to peel the bra off of your arms, leaving you completely topless in front of him, nipples hardening at the cold rush of air on your chest.
He starts his descent down the bed, letting his lips trail down your body, over your collarbone, through the valley of your breasts, down your stomach, finally reaching your hipbones where he started to suck a mark into as he tucked his fingers in the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down along with your underwear, your naked body fully on display for Matt for the first time ever, but in the back of your mind, you hope it isnât the last.
He pulls his lips away from the purple mark he sucked into your skin, admiring his work. âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted to mark you up, to claim you.â Matt looks up at your face to see you already staring down at him. âNeed to taste you so bad.â
You nod your head lightly, giving him permission to finally do what he wanted, and what you needed so badly.
His head dips down to kiss your hip again, lips moving over your thighs, his hands pushing them farther apart to give him access to what he needed the most. His eyes stare down at your core, something that would usually make you insecure, but right now only made you feel even hornier, the thought of him soaking in the way that you looked down there turning you on more than anything so far. âPretty?â You ask him bashfully.
Matt licks his lips in response, taking in a breath to calm himself. âFucking perfect.â He drops his head and drags his tongue from your hole up to your clit, grabbing the wetness that dripped out of you and spreading it up, wrapping his lips around the nub that needed attention more than it ever has in your life.
You gasp and drop your head down to the pillow, hands instantly tangling in the sheets to ground yourself somehow. âFuck, Matt,â you cry, arching your back off of the bed.
He uses his hands to keep your legs spread apart as he devours your pussy, the wet sounds coming from his mouth meeting your heat filling the room. Youâre grinding up into his mouth and he lets you, wanting to allow you to do whatever felt the best to you, but you halt your motions when he pulls away and lets go of your left thigh, dragging his fingers up your leg until they meet your entrance, slipping two fingers into you, your pussy enthusiastically accepting them.
He brings his mouth to the inside of your thigh as he starts to finger you slowly, thumb rubbing against your clit as he does so, sucking another hickey into your soft skin. Youâre a moaning mess as he plays with you, finally feeling something other than disappointment in bed for the first time in a long time.
After heâs satisfied with the mark heâs left on your skin, he moves his thumb away from your clit and trails back up to wrap his lips around it, sucking softly and letting his tongue run over the nub, fingers still working inside of you. The combination of both had you reeling, damn near seeing stars. Not only has it been forever since youâve been eaten out, but itâs been even longer since youâve been eaten out well.
âMatthew,â you breathe, exhaling loudly. You were trying to stay quieter, but you were quickly losing your inhibitions. The way he used his tongue on you, sucking on your clit alongside the fingers working their way inside you was making you dizzy, your stomach coiling in a familiar way. âMatt, please donât stop,â you beg, reaching up to slide your fingers through his hair.
He listens, curling his fingers inside of you as his tongue traced shapes on your clit, the taste of you alone making him so hard it hurt.
You cried out and arched your back against the bed, fingers gripping the overgrown hair that adorned Mattâs head, moans growing louder than you were able to control. âFuck!â You whined, thighs shaking as they tried to close around Matt, but he pulled his fingers out of you and used both hands to press your knees apart, keeping you exposed to him as he ate you through your orgasm, making you cry out even more, not used to the overstimulation.
He finally pulls away, kissing his way back up your torso until heâs hovering above your face, smiling down at you. âYou okay?â He asks sweetly, using his left hand that isnât covered in your arousal to brush your sweaty hair out of your face.
You pant as you look up at him, desperately trying to catch your breath. All you can do at the moment is nod, eyebrows furrowing together as you stare at him, almost innocently, and the look in your eyes makes his dick twitch in his pants.
He smirks down at you and reaches back down with his right hand, dragging his fingers over your clit again, making your legs twitch and try to close, a small whimper leaving your lips. âSensitive,â you whine, but you still canât help the moan that leaves your lips when he dips his fingers back inside you, pumping them slowly.
Your eyes flutter closed as your head rests in the pillow, back arching as you push your hips down to meet his fingers.
The mix of the pleasure and the immortality of the situation is ripping you apart, like an angel and a devil on your shoulder, but the devil was winning tonight and you werenât even worried about the consequences.
âSo good,â you whisper, finally able to respond. âBut this is so wrong, Matt.â
He nods, leaning down to kiss your cheek. âI know,â he says quietly against your skin. âDo you want me to stop?â He slides his fingers out of you and starts making circles on your clit, slowly but surely bringing you back towards the edge of an orgasm, but the tone of his voice makes you completely confident that he would stop if you told him to, that heâd cover you up and leave you here to sleep, never to bring up this incident again. Your best friend was way too sweet to you for your own good; unfortunately for him, and especially for your boyfriend, you werenât quite as good of a person.
âNo point in stopping now, not when you got me wanting you so bad,â you tell him, a smirk falling onto your lips. âI need you to fuck me.â
Mattâs breath hitches in his throat at your filthy words, unable to even process the fact that heâs in bed with you right now, let alone the way youâre speaking. He wouldâve been completely happy just getting you off and making you feel good, so getting to fuck you really just felt like a bonus for him. âAnything for my favorite girl.â
Matt stands up off the bed and slips his sweats and boxers off, stepping out of them before taking a step back towards the bed, blushing at the expression on your face.
âHoly shit, Matt, I wouldâve fucked you a long time ago if I knew you were packing straight heat,â you laugh, gawking at the size of his dick. Your boyfriend was nothing in comparison. You donât think youâd ever be able to go back after this.
âShut up,â Matt chuckles, climbing back onto the bed and fitting himself between your spread legs, sitting up on his knees and pulling your hips up to meet his, ass resting on the tops of his thighs. âYou sure you want this?â He clarifies, making sure a final time. You guys have already crossed so many lines, but this seemed like the final one, the point of no return. But youâre happy where youâre at, and you let him know by nodding at him, confirming that youâre ready to say fuck it to the boundaries set by the standard rules of friendship.
Matt shakes his head and leans over your body, face hovering above yours. âI want to hear you say it,â he whispers, eyes boring into your own.
You smile and reach your hand up to cup his cheek, tilting your chin up slightly. âIâm ready,â you tell him sweetly. âFuck me, please.â
Heâs nervous, and you could tell, but he pushes it aside as he sits back up and grabs the base of his dick, using his hand to line up the tip with your entrance, slowly sliding himself in until heâs buried to the hilt, a small moan leaving both of your mouths. âShit, Matt,â you whine, reaching out to grab any part of him, something to ground you in this situation. He sees your efforts and leans over you once more, the angle of him just sitting inside you brushing up against all the right places.
Your hand reaches out and grabs his bicep, eyes fluttering open to look at his face above you, his expression slightly distant as he focused on the reality that has been the subject of every wet dream for at least the last five years. âYou okay?â You ask him, and he lets out a breathy chuckle.
âI should be asking you that,â he states. âIâm fine, just canât believe Iâm finally getting to do this. Iâve wanted you for so long.â
You smile and wiggle your hips, pushing down into him. âShow me how long youâve been waiting for this.â
Matt doesnât hesitate when he hears those words, and he pulls his hips back just to snap back into you roughly, making you moan and throw your head back, your neck exposed for Matt to do whatever he wanted.
He keeps up a rough pace on you, grunts leaving his mouth every so often. âYou feel so good,â he says lowly, leaning down to bury his head in your neck as he fucks into you relentlessly. His lips trail over your skin, until you feel his mouth open, a light suction on your neck sending you reeling.
You know heâs marking you up in places that are going to be visible now, and thereâs no turning back from this, thereâs no way youâll be able to hide it without being obvious, but you just canât find it in you to care.
âFuck, Matt, youâre fucking me so good, donât stop,â you cry out, hands reaching around his back, nails digging into his skin.
He listens, like the good boy he is, keeping up his pace on you. He sits up, though, your ass still planted on his thighs as he rocks his hips into you, his arms wrapping around your legs and holding you in place. âIâm not gonna last long like this, Iâm so sorry,â he apologizes. Heâs far too turned on to last as long as he normally does, too worked up and so enthusiastic about finally getting to fuck you after all these years.
âThatâs okay, Iâm so close,â you tell him, reaching down to start rubbing circles on your clit to push you farther towards the edge, wanting to finish with Matt, but he pushes your hand away, replacing it with his own, rubbing a quick back and forth motion on your clit in time with his thrusts. âIâll take care of you,â he tells you, looking into your eyes. âI got you.â
Those words alone had you arching your back off the bed, gripping the sheets next to you as you came for the second time that night, legs shaking as you cried out, muttering out his name mixed in with obscenities. âMatt,â you whimper, breathing heavily as you came down.
He was still thrusting into you, slower and gentler now, but enough to still have you riled up despite the orgasm that just shook your body. âYouâre doing so well for me,â he praised, sliding his slick covered hand over your thigh, rubbing the skin lovingly. âIâm so close, baby, where do you want me?â
âAnywhere you want,â you tell him, shaking your head. âIâm all yours.â
The words send him over the edge, his thrusts getting sloppy as he finished inside of you, shooting his load deep into your pussy. âFuck,â he moans, hips coming to a halt fully inside of you as he collects his breath.
You guys are both silent for a moment before you make eye contact and start giggling, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as you did so, his shoulders shaking slightly. âOh my god,â he speaks first, looking down as he pulls out of you, his seed spilling out slowly. He acts without thinking and reaches down, using his fingers to scoop it up and push it back inside of you, making you gasp.
âMatt,â you warn, and he snaps his head back up to look at you. âSorry,â he says, a blush starting to cover his cheeks. âJust donât wanna waste any.â
He pulls his fingers out and wipes them on the sheets, grimacing slightly. âDefinitely going to have to wash these tomorrow, but thatâs a tomorrow issue.â
You smile and reach towards him, grabbing his arm to pull him back down to you, sliding your hand up his arm and towards his cheek before pulling him into a soft kiss. He kisses you back happily, his clean hand resting on your waist.
As you both kiss, he moves to lay next to you and slides his hand down your hip until it rests on your leg, pulling it over him so you guys are cuddling face to face.
Matt pulls away from the kiss and smiles over at you. âI guess this would be a bad time to tell you Iâve had feelings for you for a really long time?â He raises his eyebrows as he speaks, pressing his lips in a thin, awkward smile when heâs done.
You laugh and shake your head, brushing a long strand of hair out of his eyes. âI think itâs perfect timing.â
He smiles wide and leans in to kiss you once more, holding your body close to his own.
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You guys mustâve ended up under the blankets at some point during the night, and thank god for that, because it couldnât have been later than 9am when you hear the sound of the bedroom door opening and the song Pony by Ginuwine blaring through a speaker, ripping you out of a deep sleep.
Your eyes tear open and you stare at where the noise is coming from, feeling the hand wrapped around your waist tightening before you both sit up and stare at the door, seeing Chris in the doorway jokingly dancing and grinding as he held the speaker up in his hand, looking at both of you on the bed.
You canât help but throw your head back in laughter, the sight of him breaking into the room like this making you crack up. âChris!â You yell between giggles, making sure youâre holding up the blanket to cover your chest.
Nick comes up and stands behind Chris, shaking his head. âI told him not to,â he states, clearly unamused with his brotherâs antics.
Chris giggles and turns the music down, staring at the two of you in bed, one of you laughing and one of you glaring back at him. âHey, Iâm happy you guys finally fucked, just really wish it wasnât in my bed.â
Matt narrows his eyes and reaches underneath him, grabbing the pillow he was previously laying on and flinging it at his younger sibling. âChris, get the fuck out!â
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a/n: âŠ..
u likeee??? I definitely like this one a little less than the last one but it was still fun to write đ€ please leave feedback and send requests on what to do next
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Hi , requesting a prompt
With Alexia at her home " have you been always this cuddly ? "
Thank you
wine drunk II a.putellas
you'd let yourself in with your key and gotten comfortable, curled up on your girlfriends sofa with a bowl of popcorn and a drink, tv remote in hand and dressed entirely in alexia's clothes.
you knew she had late meetings and wouldn't be home for awhile but you'd already organised to stay the night since the two of you had spent the last few days apart, with you being in girona visiting family and alexia remaining in barcelona.
the pair of you had only been seeing one another officially for little over four months, drawn together through a mutual friend and introduced at a dinner you were both a little awkward and made up the less outgoing and boisterous end of the table.
none the less you'd gotten talking, obviously knowing who alexia was because you didn't live under a rock and you'd been going to patri's games for a long while now.
but you'd only moved to barcelona this year, much to patri's delight as she quickly drew you into her inner circle determined to keep you here and make you feel as welcomed as possible.
you'd made it through three episodes of a new show you'd been recommended by a coworker when you heard her key in the lock, frowning as a thump and several choice curses sounded on the other side of the door.
you hopped up to your feet and hurried over, flicking the deadbolt and pulling the door open. "mi amor!" alexia lit up at the sight of you, a laugh of surprise leaving your mouth as she charged inside and swept you up into a bear hug.
"hola cari!" you laughed again, arms wrapping around her neck as she twirled and kicked the door closed behind her, placing you carefully back down again.
"woah woah alexia que eres-" you started, grabbing her shoulders as no sooner did your feet touch the floor you were marched backward, squealing as your ass hit the arm of the couch and you fell backward.
"Te eché de menos." your girlfriend promptly crawled on top of you as you barely had time to shuffle back a little more before she hauled herself up and over the arm of the couch, legs dangling off as her head made its home on your chest.
"i missed you too." you chuckled, running hands through her hair and tilting her head back to kiss her forehead. "amor, estĂĄs bien?" you asked with a small smile of amusement as she squeezed you tightly, her body settled on top of you quite pleasant like a weighted blanket.
"sĂ, muy muy muy bien." your girlfriend assured, patting your sides gently and squeezing you again as you gave her an odd look. "have you always been this cuddly? or did an alien replace you while i was gone?" you teased still massaging her scalp and hearing her scoff, head popping up to glare down at you.
you heard her began to chastise you in spanish but now up close you watched her mannerisms and the slight slur to her voice and it all clicked. "dios mĂo, amor are you drunk?" you laughed, managing to sit up a little more as alexia scoffed again.
"no!" the footballer argued but as she sat back on her knees and swayed slightly you grinned. "you are, you're drunk!" you laughed in shock, alexia blowing a raspberry at you with her tongue and waving you off, only putting another nail in the coffin.
"when you said it was a business dinner i did not realise that meant drinking." you grinned, alexia grumbling something inaudible, pinching your knee and moving off of you and to her feet.
"i am not drunk. ni hablar! i have one, maybe two glass of wine." the midfielder scoffed, but you only grinned more as she stumbled ever so slightly, trying to play it off as if she'd tripped over the carpet, poking at some imaginary hazard with her toe.
"you are a light weight putellas, all it takes for you to be drunk is a glass or two of wine!" you reminded with a snicker, standing and following after her into the kitchen, pulling yourself to sit up on the counter.
"ah!" she clicked her tongue at you, wiggling her fingers for you to hop down as you rolled your eyes and made a face at her.
normally she'd come and pull you down herself to make a point, muttering about her clean counters but she seemed to have more pressing matters to follow up as her head disappeared into the pantry.
"alexia." you gasped as she turned around, packet of chips in hand, another tell tale sign. "cĂĄllate." the footballer waved you off, hand digging around in the back as you smirked and shook your head.
"drunk snacking." you tutted at her, grinning as she playfully slapped your knee before knocking your legs apart and moving to stand between them, arms winding around you and her head again resting against your chest.
"so the meetings were good then bebé?" you chuckled, her chin resting on your sternum as she hummed with a small nod, eyes a little droopy.
she asked a few questions about your trip home, the pair of you having been in near constant communication while you were with your family, but not long after you fell into a comfortable silence, your hand cradling the back of her head as she leaned more into you.
"ale!" you groaned in disgust as something brushed your ear, your girlfriend trying to pass a handful of her chips over your shoulder and into her mouth, packet held in hand behind your back.
"i just washed my hair." you whined, kicking her lightly as she hummed, pressing a salty kiss to your cheek making you grimace as she tied the bag up using a hair tie on her wrist and put them back.
"tan mimoso cuando estĂĄs borracho." you teased as again she returned between your legs, hands on your hips and pulling you a little closer, indeed always extra cuddly when she'd had a drink, quite the affectionate drunk.
"vale mi vida, shower and we can cuddle in bed." you reminded, shaking her gently with a small smile of amusement as her eyes fluttered open and she hummed.
though the moment she let go of you with a sigh and stepped backward your hand slapped over your mouth as she tripped over her own feet careered over backward.
"oye, bebita?" "sĂ tonta?" "i might be drunk."
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Keep Your Enemies Closer
pairing: sparrow!ben x reader
warnings: language, angst, suggestive content, minor spoilers
notes: the new season has brought me back from the dead so pls send in any tua requests you have <3 also this technically could be read as a sequel to relenting
summary: attending Graceâs birthday party forces you to confront the man youâve been trying your hardest to avoid
The scent of pizza and spilled soda invades your senses as you help continue to set up birthday decorations in Lilaâs absence. You have no idea where sheâs run off to now, but you hope that taking over the rest of the work load will ease some of the stress from the tired motherâs shoulders.
The party center is loud, shrill shrieks of kids and music blasting from the arcade games splitting your ears and giving you a headache, and youâd be lying if you said you wouldnât rather be anywhere else but in some childrenâs play place. But, you are Graceâs favorite aunt, and you firmly believed in always showing up for family, so here you are.
Just as you finish setting the last place mat on the kidâs table an overly excited voice calls your name from the back of the room. A smile creeps upon your lips at the familiarity, but it immediately drops when you see that itâs not just Luther heading your way but also the man you loathe with your entire being.
âHey, you made it!â Luther cheers animatedly before pulling your tense body into a tight bear hug. âItâs so nice to see you, y/n.â
âItâs nice to see you too, big guy,â you agree with a dry laugh and awkward pat to his back. You can feel the daggers being burned into your skull, so you have no choice but to acknowledge Lutherâs companion for the day. âBut you do know youâre supposed to leave the trash outside, right?â
âLike I havenât heard that one before,â Ben scoffs with an indignant roll of his eyes. âShouldnât you be at the hospital âsaving lives?ââ
âShouldnât you still be in jail?â You fire back with ire, and if not for Luther keeping you both apart youâd probably be fist fighting in the middle of the ball pit right now.
âUh, Ben got out early on probation for good behavior,â Luther explains with a nervous chuckle while attempting to keep the peace as best as he can without losing an eye in the process. âAnd now heâs here to spend time with us as a family.â
âYeah, letâs see how long that lasts.â
âHey, I technically am family,â the Sparrow boasts with a taunting smirk, formulating just the right insults to get under your skin. âYou were a late addition added to the Umbrellas to pick up the slack Viktor left behind after Dad suppressed their powers. Youâre not even a Hargreeves. Isnât that right, Luther.â
âW-Well, I wouldnât say that,â the man is quick to defend only for you to speak over him.
âFuck. You,â you snarl through gritted teeth, palms clenched tightly at your sides as you adamantly work to not let him get the best of you. âBen was family, and youâre not him. Youâre just the shitty replacement weâre stuck with.â
âAnd yet when you thought the world was ending you still slept with me.â
The smug smile on Benâs face is immediately wiped off by the impact of your open palm colliding with his cheek, and the sheer force of your hit as him tumbling back into Luther. Your assault earns a few bewildered gasps from a nearby table of parents, but you couldnât care less about what a group of wine moms thought of you in that moment. Your chest is tight with rage, but you will yourself to walk away before the situation can escalate further and ruin the party.
âWhat did I miss?â A curious Five notes after arriving to the scene, but he soon finds himself forced to match your brisk pace as you grab him by the arm and drag him with you to the bar.
âI need a drink.â
~~~
You do your best to avoid him for the rest of the night, but eventually Ben is able to corner you by the gift table where you sit nursing a spiked lemonade.
âDrinking at a kidâs party, huh?â
âDid you come here to get slapped again?â You retort with a wry chuckle before taking a quick swig of your drink.
âActually,â he starts, hesitating as he struggles to get out the words, âI came to⊠apologize.â
âYou? Apologize? What, is the world ending again?â You scoff in disbelief before finally settling your gaze on the shaggy haired man before you. Maybe itâs the alcohol, but you think prison might have made him hotter, and the fact irks you to no end.
Obviously annoyed by your defensiveness, Ben shakes his head and says, âI donât even know why I bother. I only came here for Lutherâs sake because he wouldnât shut up about making âpositive changesâ now that Iâm out of jail.â
ââDonât even know why I bother?!ââ You repeat in indignant disbelief. âI gave you so many chances to prove that you werenât a complete asshole and every time you screwed me over! You are not the victim in the situation.â
âOh, spare me the sob story,â Ben remarks dismissively with a roll of his eyes. âI lost someone too, youâre not the only one that has to deal with the fact that youâre stuck with a completely different version of your dead partner. At least Iâm trying to make the most of what the universe has given me.â
âBy getting yourself thrown in jail over some stupid crypto scheme?â
âJesus, by trying to make something with you!â Ben cries out in frustration. âYou wonât even try to just play along!â
âI already told you, Iâm not your y/n. Sheâs dead,â you remind him harshly. âSleeping with you was just a moment of weakness and a mistake that shouldnât have happened.â
âReally? Because if I remember correctly you seemed to really be enjoying yourself,â he taunts with a suggestive smirk that has your face immediately growing hot.
âGod, youâre so insufferable! I could just-â
âKiss me?â
â-choke you!â
A heavy silence falls between you both as you stare at each other in bewildered shock. It takes you a moment to recover from Benâs words as you swallow harshly and ask, âWhat did you say?â
âWhat did⊠you say?â He retorts in an attempt to remain as inconspicuous as possible. The tension between you now is so thick you could cut it with the knife sitting by the birthday cake, but instead you just sit and stare at each other.
âDoes your car have tinted windows?â Ben asks suddenly, prompting you to raise a brow.
âYeah, why?â You reply with an inquisitive raise of your brow, but when Ben gives you a pointed look youâre then quick to catch on. âIf we go now weâll be back in time for cake.â
âLetâs go,â he says, eagerly rising from his seat so fast it almost knocks over the presents. Anxiously taking your hand in his, you both scan the room to make sure no oneâs eyes are on you before bolting towards the exit.
You know youâre going to regret this, but in the moment you couldnât care less what consequences would come from your romp in the backseat of your car with Ben.
Because as much as you hate to admit it, youâve really missed him.
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OKOKOK SENTENCE 9
maybe theres a party in the slytherin common room and reader gets absolutely shitfaced
so being a flirty drunk they start chatting up a random dude (lets just say cormac bc hes always the bad guy) and boyfie theodore <3 gets jealous nd pulls them into his dorm nd hes all like
"I'll carve out your tongue if itâll stop you from flirting with anyone else."
but reader still being drunk asf is just like :] snd gives him a kith and tells theo how pretty he is
poor baby just cant stay mad
HOW DARE YOU (be so cute?) â yandere! theodore nott x gn! drunk! hufflepuff! cutie patootie! reader
warnings: underage alcohol consumption, teen partying and drinking, threats of violence, aggression, possessive/obsessive behavior, jealousy, general yandere tendencies
please enjoy my attempts to see how many ridiculous near-rhymes to âcormacâ i could come up with
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âYeah, yeah. Gryffindorâs playing Ravenclaw this weekend, you know. Maybe you can come out andâŠshow your support.â The boy youâd been talking to all night leaned in close, resting one hand on your hip and letting the fingers of the other brush over your collarbone.
You honestly couldnât be bothered to remember the boyâs name when you had a plastic cup of White Wyvern in your hand. It was something dumb, you remember that. Cognac, CorsacâŠ?
âY/n?â CarMax asked, trying to regain your attention. âYou gonna cheer me on, sugar?â
âHuh? Oh- yeah, yeah,â you grinned, taking another sip of your drink. âIâll get all decked out in red ân gold, jusâ for you.â
Tarmac grinned back and tightened his grip on your hip, tugging you a bit closer. âMaybe I oughtta give you my spare jersey to wear to the game then, huh? Wouldnât you like to have my name across your back, little badger?â
(You shrugged noncommittally at that, not quite sure how to express to Shellac that literally no one wants the name Cornsack written across the back of their shirt.)
âOh, I see. You want me to be your good luck charm, huh?â You teased, resting a hand on Callbackâs forearm.
Rickrack smirked and opened his mouth to reply when a heavy hand clapped down on his shoulder from behind.
âMcLaggen. Youâve got two seconds to get your hands off my partner before I cut them off.â
Trashbag paled, hurriedly snatching his hands back and holding them up in surrender as he whirled around to face the newcomer. âWoah, woah- calm down, Nott,â he chuckled nervously. âWe were just talking. No harm, no foul.â
Theodore stared back at him with an unamused, dead-eyed expression.
Hackeysack swallowed nervously. âUhâŠyeah. Yeah. Well, I uhâŠI think Iâm gonna get going now, Y/n. See ya at the game.â
Theo interrupted you before you could even respond. âI assure you, they wonât.â
And with that, Theodore wrapped an arm tightly around your shoulders and dragged you away from Radioshack.
~~~
âWhat the fuck was that?â
âWhat was what?â
âDonât play dumb, darling, Iâm not in the mood.â Theodore pushed you up against the wall of his dorm, one hand with a possessive death grip on your hip, and the other tightly grasping your jaw to hold it still. âI swear to Salazar, Y/n, Iâll carve out your tongue if itâll stop you from flirting with anyone else.â
Whatever reaction Theodore was expecting you to have to those threatening words, you drunkenly giggling and kissing the tip of his nose was not one of them.
âYouâre so pretty when youâre jelly, baby,â you gave him a dopey grin, reaching out to fix his rumpled shirt collar and smooth your hands across his chest. âYouâre always so pretty.â
His heart melted and he let go of your jaw with a sigh, running his fingers through your hair and leaning forward to kiss your forehead. âMerlin- what am I going to do with you, love?â
âCuddle me?â You asked hopefully, a sweet pout on your face.
Theodore whined. âShit, darlinâ- Iâm trying to be mad at you right now.â
âBut cuddles, Teddybear!â You pouted further, tossing your arms over his shoulders to pull him into a hug. âWhy would you wanna be mad when cuddles are an option?â
âI guess I canât argue with that logic.â He conceded slowly, resting both hands on your waist and rubbing small circles into your sides with his thumbs. âAlright, fine. We can cuddle.â
You grin proudly at your incredible drunken convincing skills, disentangling yourself from your boyfriend to clamber onto his bed. âCâmon!â
âHold on, hold on,â he laughed. âI need to find you something to sleep in that isnât your party clothes, love. Here,â he tossed something at you as he finished digging through his dresser.
You caught the item, unfolding it to reveal his Slytherin quidditch team captain jersey, complete with NOTT written out in a big bold font. You snorted and glanced up at him.
He gave you an innocent smile as he stripped out of his own clothes and climbed under the covers next to you. You rolled your eyes fondly, changing into his jersey and lying down beside him.
âGoodnight, darling,â he murmured against the top of your head as he wrapped his arms around you.
You grinned into his chest. âGânight, Teddybear.â
You fell asleep cuddling Theo, in Theoâs bed, in Theoâs clothes, with Theoâs name written across your back. And as long as you didnât think too hard about how your boyfriend was absolutely going to kill Hazmat McLovin tomorrow, then all was quite well in the Slytherin dorms that night.
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workhorse || ingrid engen x mapi leon x reader ||
you get overexhausted during a game.
this was going to be your season. you had put in the work during the offseason, and continued to as the season started up. the coaches had noticed how hard you were working, so they had begun to play you in more games. it was great, even if you felt like you had already played through the entire season already.
today's game was a rough one. you had been fouled by the opponent's defense more times than you cared to count. yellows seemed to be flying for both sides, and you managed to earn your own during the 70th minute when you accidentally pulled on a defender's jersey as you slipped.
"are you okay?" you were surprised by the soft hand of the woman you'd nearly pulled to the ground on your side. "hey, i think she needs a medic!"
"medic? why would i need a med-" you dropped onto the grass. players from both sides came to stand around you and block the view of the cameras. mapi practically dove through the crowd to get to you.
if you would have seen the look on mapi's face, your heart would have broken. ingrid moved in to comfort mapi as the medics took you away. it was hard, but they both played the last twenty minutes of the game. neither one of them did the little victory lap, instead going straight to check on you.
"ingrid, slow down. i can't keep up!" mapi called out as she chased after ingrid. the norweigan was the first one through the doors of the room. you smiled at her weakly, hooked up to a couple of different iv bags. they were monitoring you closely, doctors coming in and out to check on your vitals. it was like being in the hospital, but you knew what they'd tell you at the end of it all. you were stressed and overworked, something that you had known for a couple of weeks now.
"i'm so sorry," ingrid apologized as she pulled you into a hug.
"you don't have anything to apologize for," you told her. ingrid sighed as she pressed a kiss to your forehead.
"yes, i do. i didn't pay attention. i didn't see that you needed to take a step back. you look out for us, for me, all the time, but i didn't do the same for you." ingrid was on the brink of tears, and you felt guilty for making her upset. you glanced past her at mapi, who seemed to be having similar thoughts, just quieter. "after this, i want you to take some time off. i'll step back with you if you want."
"both of us will. we'll work on getting back together as a unit. you can't work yourself like this, we're lucky that you didn't get hurt worse," mapi said. you sat there silently, unsure of how to feel. they were right, and it wasn't often at all that mapi ended up being the voice of reason in your relationship.
"i'm sorry," you apologized. ingrid and mapi both shook their heads as they moved towards you. mapi curled into your side, holding you tightly as the two of you sat there. ingrid stayed standing in front of you as she leaned her head against yours. "i am so sorry."
"this isn't something you need to apologize for, mi amor. this is something that we work on together. just let us know what you need, and we'll try our best for you," mapi told you.
"all that we ask is that you stop pushing yourself so hard. everybody has their limits, and you don't always have to know yours," ingrid reminded you. "i know that us just telling you this won't change anything, and that's why we're both going to be here for every step of the way. forwards, backwards, and sideways, the whole way."
"thank you," you muttered as you pulled both of them in close for a hug. you had spent a lot of time by yourself before them, and now you knew for sure that you were never going to be alone in your time of need again.
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Can you do one where the girls clock on that grumpy has identified them as Leah 1 and Lia 2 it's so funny đ€Ł
ONE AND TWO â alessia russo x child!reader
cute lil oneđ
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"leah one can you help me tie my shoes?" you asked as you flopped the laces to the side, your mummy not in the room to ask. leah turning around at your request and nodding her head as she came over to start tying your laces.
leah one tapping her leg for you to lift your foot on so she didn't have to kneel down to tie them, her knee still not being fully recovered from her big ouchie.
"single or double knotted?" she paused looking down to you as she stopped at the single knot as you hummed for a minute, "double, then won't come undone"
"good thinking tiny!"
"lia two" you tapped lia on the leg she being the only one left in the changing room, the swiss turning around with a smile as she knelt down to your height.
"what's up tiny?" she asked with a smile as you pointed to your colourful ball that had been hidden on the top of the lockers.
"could you get my ball for me" you said so sweet as lia nodded getting back up and standing on the bench in order to get the colourful ball.
"how'd that end up there?" she handed you the colourful ball back in your hands as you said your thanks you's hugging lia two's leg tightly.
"kyra put it up there" you pouted as lia let out a laugh and a knowing nod of the head. kyra often being on to tease you or playing games with you.
"what she like tiny!"
"leah one why you frowning?" you asked a puzzled look on your face as you looked up at the blonde defender. leah's eyes shifting to you as she straightened up on the pitch.
"the team won, you should be a happy! like ella and mummy!" you pointed over to the two girls who were laughing and smiling as they waved to fans after the international win as leah stood next to you her mouth wide open at your little rant.
"i am happy! see look i'm smilin'" leah smiled at you as you shook your head, leah's smile disappearing just as fast as it came.
"leah one your frowning again!" you giggled at the blondes serious look before rushing off towards your mummy leaving the blonde defender confused as she stood in the middle of the pitch.
"lia two, can you open my juice?" you asked lia as she was sat in the gym doing some rehab for her recent injury keeping her from the final games of the season.
"of course tiny!" lia smiled as you handed her the carton of juice, "do you want the straw in?" lia asked as she held the plastic covered straw in her other hand.
you nodded with a smile as lia poked the straw in the top of the carton in the small hole before handing your juice back you. "thank you lia two!" you said sweetly as you wondered out the room before lia even had a chance to get another word in.
since your first day at arsenal when you met all of the players, most players had their own little nickname that you had assigned them.
pelvova was pavlova. laura was lala. kyra was rara. emily was foxy. lotte was lots. frida was fredo. everyone had there own special name and everyone knew there own name from you.
but nobody seemed to clock on at the nicknames that you had for leah and lia. they all just thought you called them leah and lia.
it was team photo day and the team was all dressed in full kit as they walked to the training pitch where the photo was being took. you wondering along with the team talking with leah as you teased her about her permanent frown.
"leah one you have to smile!" you smiled cheekily, as leah shook her head at your constant teasing. "i do smile, but football is serious" leah defended herself as you tutted at the defender.
"no leah one, football is fun, mummy tells me that before my games" you tell the blonde as she widen your eyes to prove your point. but your mummy was walking behind with beth and kyra who clung to the blondes arm as they walked.
"hang on is tiny calling leah, leah one!" kyra laughed as she heard you jokingly scolded the blonde defender about her lack of smiling. alessia and beth looking at the young australian with a clueless look as both shrugged not having a clue.
"why would she call-"
"hush and listen!"
kyra slapping alessia on the shoulder for her to stop talking as alessia was taken back at the younger girls abrupt words as a chuckle and shake of the head came from beth as the three stayed as quiet as they could hoping to hear you conversation with leah.
"-but leah one it a photo and you have to say cheese and dat makes you smile" you told the blonde as you gave her some advice in maybe how to smile, it being a tradition for leah to just not smile in football pictures.
"there- see! told you!" kyra pointed out as you called leah, leah one a confused look on both beth and alessia's face. more so on alessia's.
"but why" alessia spoke her thoughts aloud as she still was getting shrugs and small i don't know from kyra and beth.
"maybe we just ask tiny?" beth suggested putting the idea out there but alessia shook her head, "no, leah first cause lovie will make up some drastic story if we ask her and we'll not know what to believe!" a small giggle coming from the three, you were known to be quite the chatter box but also quite the story teller.
"le" beth whispered loudly as the team was finally getting to where the team photo was being took, staff members being scatter around trying to direct the players where to go.
leah turning around at the sound of her name, an eyebrow raising as titled her head up in the air for beth to carry on.
"got a question, well less does" beth pointed to the blonde stood next to her as leah's eyes moved to look at alessia.
"have you noticed that lovie is calling you leah one?" alessia asked a a wave of confusion waved over the defenders face but leah ultimately nodded.
"yea' dunno why though you'll have the tiny mastermind herself why she does" leah shrugged before turning as a staff member was calling her name, more than likely telling the girl where to stand.
"lovie, c'mere a minute" your mummy called you over as you were sat on top of the pile of coats and other jackets the team had piled on the ground. you wondering over as your mummy lifted you up into her arms as you sat on her hips.
âiâve got a question to ask youâ your mummy smiled as she tickled you under the chin making you squirm in her arms as a light giggle came from you.
âwhat- mummy?â you said in between a few giggles.
âwho is that there?â your mummy asked as you followed her outstretched free arm that wasnât holding you up pointing to leah one.
you looked between leah one and your mummy wondering if your mummy was trying to trick you with the question. âthat leah oneâ you said simply.
âleah one?â your mummy repeated the name you had called leah as you nodded.
âyes, cause thatâs leah one and then over there is lia twoâ you said pointing to wally who was stood with kim and manu already in their place for the team photo.
your mummy having a moment of realisation as it made sense now, âah itâs so you donât get them mixed up!â you nodding along to what your mummy was saying.
âless come on man, weâre waiting for you!â
alessia quickly placed you back in the floor as you ran back to your seat on top of the all the training jackets, alessia taking her space near beth and leah.
âgot my answer! itâs so she doesnât get the lwâs mixed up. your leah one-â she pointed to leah as she hummed in realisation.
âand lia is lia two!â beth finished the sentence for alessia as she nodded. the pieces of the puzzle had fell into place now â it all made sense.
âthatâs quite clever! might use that myself!â
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Sub boyfriend Tennis player Art who's playing in the Olympics and who's not allowed to touch you or touch himself during the period of games and you promising him the best and the most unforgettable sex after he wins the gold medal as a motivation so he's been winning game after game so now he reached the final and all he think about is the reward you promised him.
cont: 'He either ends up winning the game and him feeling ecstatic not because he won the gold medal but because he will finally get to touch you and feel you or he loses the match and you still gave him what he wanted but he's feeling deeply sad and crying during sex and constantly apologizing because he disappointed you and you're like reassuring him.' | 18+
"baby it's only for a few weeks." you reassure your boyfriend as he places the final things in his suitcase. he pouts up at you, readying himself for his time in the olympic village. "i'll be at all your matches, cheering you on, ready to give you your reward when you get that gold medal."
art had been instructed that during his time at the olympics, there was strictly no sexual activity allowed. he'd be staying at the olympic village while you stayed mere miles away in a hotel somewhere in paris. his coach reminded him that any sexual activity was strictly forbidden, including jerking off.
his only saving grace was the promise you made him, the best sex of his life once he won gold. you knew he was capable, he'd worked so hard to get to this stage of his life. he worked his way through the competition, facetiming you every night and exploring the city with you whenever he got a chance. if he didn't already want to win the medal, when he reached the final, all he could think about was the gold circle hanging around his neck as you rode him for hours.
his competitor is a seasoned pro, art knew he still had a chance, despite being younger than his opponent. entering the court, his eyes searching for you, seeing you in the stands, a usa tennis shirt tight to your body. you lift your sign to the air, cheering for your blonde haired boy as he walked over to his seat court-side. he loves how much you support him, seeing his name on your handmade sign makes his heart swell. he stretches and gets into position.
art wins the first set. "lets go, baby!" he hears your cheers as he collects his breath, cheesing from ear to ear. he's pushing through, losing the second set. trying to stay calm, but all he can think about is his reward slipping from his grip. he looks to you for reassurance, your sign still in the air, still chanting his name.
the final set is hard, his competitor forcing him to run wild on the court. he can feel the loss coming closer, ready to slap him around the face. his racket is slammed into the floor, his opponent jumping for joy. he slumps to the ground, racket thrown across the court. he's so disappointed, he's let you down. his opposition comes over, pulling him up to his feet, shaking his hand. art walks straight over to you after the niceties. reaching down over the barrier to hold his head in your hands. "i am so proud of you, art donaldson." he looks up to you through his lashes, tears welling up in his eyes. leaning over to kiss his forehead. "now go get that silver medal," he's on his tip toes to lean up and hug you tightly. "i can't wait to give you your reward as it hangs around your neck." whispering into his ear as his arms engulf you into him.
"but i didn't win," he's letting you go, his eyebrows turning up as he holds back his pout. your hands move back to his face, cupping his cheek, smiling so sweetly down to him. "baby, you played so so well, and out of all the players here, you got to the final, you got a medal, a silver medal!" kissing his forehead again, he just simply nods to you. you're grinning so wide at him, the only thing making him feel better about losing. art receives his medal on the podium, his elder competitor patting his back as the pictures are snapped. "you did good, kid."
you and art take a stroll back to your hotel, his medal hanging around his neck as you walk hand in hand. "baby i really am so proud of you." you tell him, bringing his hand up to your mouth to gently place a kiss on his fingers. "but i let you down." he grumbles as you both enter the elevator in your hotel. grabbing his face you pull him down to kiss you, his arms looping around your waist. "no you didn't, my love, you did so well, played so well." his eyes are welling up again as the two of you enter your hotel room. he slumps onto your bed, head resting against the headboard, holding his silver medal. placing your sign in the corner of the room, you watch him go to remove the medal from his neck. "don't you dare."
he's pouting, he wants you so bad, but he didn't win. he doesn't deserve the reward you promised if he won. you climb onto his lap, pulling his shirt over his head, the medal landing back on his chest. "i am so proud of you." you tell him between kisses placed on his stomach, moving your way up to his neck. tears are slowly falling from his eyes as you kiss his lips, he groans into your mouth as you grind against him. "i don't deserve it." he tells you as you shuffle down his body, pulling his shorts down as you go. "shhh, let me make you feel better." placing hot kisses to his thighs, looking up to him as his tears keep falling. pulling down his briefs, exposing his long aching cock. you kiss all the way up his length, swiping your tongue over the tip. "mmm, i'm sorry baby, i didn't want to let you down." his eyes are closed, stroking your hair as you slip his cock into your mouth. licking and sucking him gently, before his hips buck up, forcing him to the back of your throat. you giggle against him as spit falls from the corner of your mouth, moving your hand to play with his balls.
"i wasn't good enough, ugh- fuck" he mumbles apologies and pulls your head off his length. you lock eyes with him, slipping your shorts down your legs and discarding your tennis shirt across the room. climbing onto his lap once more. your wetness gliding over his cock. "you don't want your reward baby?" your arms around his neck, pulling your bodies together as you keep sliding over him. "i do, fuck- shit, baby i do, but i didn't-" he's cut off by you sliding down on his cock. "shh, let me look after you." the moan he makes is sinful, the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock for the first time in weeks is almost too much for him. his hands grasp hold of your ass, as you grind against him. your bodies move together in unison as his medal lifts up and down against his chest.
placing your feet down on the bed next to his thighs, bouncing up and down on his member, his hands moving to your hips to help your movement. he's crying, either from the loss or the sensation he's missed so deeply. "my good boy, bringing home a medal for me." placing kisses against his jaw as the room fills with the sound of skin slapping and your moans blending together as one. "i'm so sorry baby i- oh fuck," his words falling out his mouth as you move his face into your chest. his lips wrapping around your nipple, sucking and teething as you bounce faster on top of him.
"i'm gonna come," he groans against your chest, pulling you tighter to him. "i know baby, come for me, let me feel my special boy fill me up." his hips buck up, pushing you down onto him as he finishes inside of you. "shit, fuck, oh my god baby," he breathes into your chest. "that's my good boy." your bodies slump against each other, keeping him inside of you. kissing away the remaining tears on his cheeks.
"i really am sorry, baby, i didn't want to let you down." he tells you again, cupping his face in your hands. "art, you did not let me down. i'm more proud of you right now than i ever have been." placing a wet kiss against his lips. "think about how much better it'll feel when you win gold in a few years." you tell him, forehead to forehead, feeling him nod against you. "you're right baby," he finally smiles up to you, kissing your nose. "let's go get you cleaned up, pretty boy."
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Trying & Trimester 1
Baby x3 | Baby, Baby... Baby?
Summary: The first trimester of pregnancy
Warnings: IVF, Pregnancy (morning sickness at end)
âBebĂ©, if I have to sit itâs only fair you sit too,â Alexia whined from her position on the couch.
âIâm coming Ale, I am just getting you a hot water bottle,â
âPer quĂš?âÂ
âYou know the answer to that,â you told her as you sat down next to her handing her the hot water bottle which she immediately put on her stomach as she pulled you inside her side.
âThank you,â she whispered before focusing back on the match you had playing on the screen.
Youâd met Alexia when you signed for Barca in 2016, having previously played for Chelsea, you were in the academy there before making your senior team debut in 2013. A month into you being at Barca Alexia asked you out, and a year later you tore your LCL, ACL and your internal meniscus, ending your playing career, and âruiningâ Alexiaâs proposal plans, however 6 months later Alexia proposed to you and you of course said yes. You were both now happily married and you worked for Barça as the assistant coach for the womenâs team.Â
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âYouâre doing IVF now arenât you?â Mapi asked when you walked out onto the pitch the next day at training. Youâd grown close to Mapi over the years, due to her being one of Alexiaâs best friends.
âWhy do you say that?â you asked.
âYou were both away yesterday, Alexia is only doing light training today and she has been snappier than usual for the past two weeks,â
âWe are, but we didnât want to tell anyone other than Eli because weâre not sure if it will work or not,â you admitted and Mapi nodded before hugging you.
âIf you need anything just ask,â she told you firmly before going to warm up.
âBebĂ©, are you feeling okay?â Alexia asked as she emerged from the office, having taken the day off for your egg transfer, only to see you laid on the couch in a foetal position, under a blanket despite the heat.Â
âWhat if it doesnât work again,â you mumbled, having already tried three times, all three being unsuccessful, you just really wanted a baby and it wasnât working.
âThen we try again or we look at other options,â she reasoned with you and you nodded, before climbing onto her lap, she wrapped her arms around you tightly placing her chin on top of your head before she felt you start to softly cry, âIt will be okay, weâll be okay,â Alexia said and you were unsure whether she was reassuring your or herself, she was unsure about that too.
âYouâve been having a lot of blood tests lately, are you sure youâre okay?â Aitana asked you as sheâd noticed the tape on your arm.
âYes Iâm sure, when they did the first one, some of my levels were out, so they are just doing subsequent ones to check theyâve fixed themselves,â you lied to her, but thankfully she believed you and nodded before walking away.
âAre you okay?â Mapi asked, knowing the real reason why, it was just you and her left in the meeting room.
âI think. We will find out this afternoon, so itâs just a waiting game,â you told her and she nodded giving you a brief hug before you both left the meeting room and headed out to the pitch.
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You were visiting Eli when you got the email, having stepped foot into the kitchen when you got the notification.
âAle, Babe, come here,â you said and she was quick to leave her spot on the couch and to be at your side, âit worked?â
âIt worked?â
âSĂ, look here,â you said as you put the phone in her hands, she looked down to read it and her face softened before she looked back up to you.
âYouâre pregnant,â she said quietly.
âWeâre having a baby,â and with that she hugged you tightly.
âFelicitats,â Eli said through tears before hugging you both.
âQuĂš estĂ passant? Per quĂš tothom plora? (Whatâs going on? Why is everyone crying?)â Alba asked as she emerged from her bedroom.
âYouâre going to be a Tia,â you told her and her face twisted in confusion before she soon realised and was joining the group hug, starting to cry as well. You messaged your parents to tell them the exciting news, knowing they wouldnât be able to answer your call currently, before Alexia messaged Mapi to also tell her the news.
Leading up to your six week ultrasound your breasts had started to become more tender and you were peeing a lot more than you used to, which you expect to happen until further into your pregnancy, and it was safe to say the multiple trips to the bathroom every day was getting old fast. It was during your six week ultrasound that you found out you were having multiple babies, it was decided that you would be booked into see a perinatologist, in four weeks, to confirm the number but also make a plan for your pregnancy.
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âAnd if you see here we have three babies, who have perfectly split and all have their very own sack,â the perinatologist said as he pointed to the screen, where your three babies were displayed.
âHowâs that possible?â Alexia asked in pure shock she knew how it was just crazy.
âItâs a one in a million chance that an egg with split into three, so yes, very rare but it all is looking good, Iâll print those off for you whilst you get cleaned up and then we can talk more about the pregnancy and how weâre going to approach this,â
âThree?â you asked as you looked at Alexia, both still shocked.
âSĂ, but we are going to love all of them, we can do this,â she reassured herself.
The perinatologist explained some things to look out for in the pregnancy, he also told you that your symptoms would most likely be worse than a single pregnancy due to having more hormones, which explained why you already needed to pee so much. He spoke more on what conversations and tests would also need to happen further into your pregnancy.
âBebĂ©,â you heard Alexia say groggily from your position on the bathroom floor, âare you okay?â Before you had the chance to respond you were leaning back over the toilet, âOh bebĂ©, estic aquĂ,â Alexia said softly as she positioned herself on the ground behind you, rubbing your back, âdo you need anything?â she asked as you collapsed back into her, having finished.
âStay,â you replied out of breath.
âWhy didnât you wake me?â she said as she settled in more leaning up against the wall before pulling you into her side.
âYou were up all night last night with me, and the night before, and the game this weekend is important, you need to be rested,â you said as you sat up again.
âEt tinc, estĂ s bĂ©,â Alexia murmured as you sat back up to lean over the toilet, once again collapsing back into her once you were done.
âYouâre more important than a game bebĂ© and donât ever think otherwise, if youâre worried about me getting injured I wonât play, you matter more than football does, promesa.â Alexia said and you hummed in reply, âDo you want to go back to bed or stay here? I bought some sick bags this afternoon,â you let out a sigh of relief at that, the stress of accidentally throwing up somewhere other than the toilet could be lowered.
âBed please,â
Alexia helped you stand up and clean your teeth before she guided you back to the bed. Helping you sit up against the pillows before sitting beside you, wrapping her arm around your shoulders as you rested your head on her shoulder, she placed a sick bag in her lap, so it was easy to grab if you did end up needing it.
âT'estimo,â she said into the crown of your head, placing a kiss there as her hand ran up and down your side.
âI love you too, thank you for helping me, Iâm sorry I keep throwing up,â
âBebĂ©, of course I would help you, and itâs not your fault, youâre growing three little babies in there. But I still think we talk to the doctor, just incase it doesnât go away,â
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â ATTRACTIVE THINGS HE SAYS/DOES
includes: katsuki bakugou, denki kaminari, shoto todoroki
warnings: college!au, black reader obv, suggestive, she/her pronouns used once
KATSUKI BAKUGOU
you can try to get pouty or sassy with him if you want to, but it is not a game you will win. one thing he likes is checking yo ass (cs he knows you secretly get a kick out of it).
âfix that attitude âfore i fix it for you.â
and he does not let you smart mouth him at all. heâs the sassy one, not you babes.
âwhatâchu say?â
you start trynna cuss at him or give him more attitude? heâll deadass look to the left, to the right, behind him, then look back at you and be like âoh, you talkinâ to me?â
âay, watch yo mouth.â
possessive in not a toxic way but still obvious
he cares a lot about your grades and heâll memorize your classes so if you decide to skip a day or two, heâs texting you making sure you at least did your work
and like yâall are still in highschool, heâll deadass take your phone if you need to catch up and keep it in his pocket
âuh uh, yer not gettinâ this back until you finish. we clear, baby?â
unconsciously flexes his jaw when he stretches
digs his tongue into his cheek whenever heâs focused and furrows his eyebrows
bakugou manspreading. thatâs all.
if he sees someone trying to flirt with you he will deadass laugh in their face
moves you out of the way by grabbing your waist
if he wants you to sit with him he simply pats the spot next to him (or sometimes his lap) and is like âcâ mereâ
if you couldnât tell, yeah he likes to give orders (âșïž)
speaking of orders, knows your food order from every place you like by heart
and is the one who sends your food back if they get your order wrong
âyo, excuse me! yeah send this shit back she didnât want pickles on her shit.â
he actually talks to older adults very respectfully
as he got older, he matured and his manners towards his professors is definitely one of the things that swept you off your feet
DENKI KAMINARI
he knows damn well when you missed him and loves to be especially affectionate just to have you all shy under his touch and with his words
âhi pretty babyyâ
âaww, am i making you nervous?â
âyou miss me my princess?â
âyouâre real cute, yâknow that?â
when you achieve something like learning how to play a game heâs showing you or doing good on an exam he always says things like âsee, there you goâ âgood job, baby âm so prouda youâ
heâs very attentive to you, he lets you be clingy whenever you want
taps his pencil gently with his fingers or plays with his rings whenever heâs trying to focus hard on something
then when heâs confused he runs his fingers through his hair with furrowed eyebrows and his lips pouted up
always responds with âyes, baby?â whenever you say his name to get his attention
and to make sure heâs not neglecting you all the time when he sits down to play video games he has you either cuddled up in his lap, sitting between his legs on the floor, or laying your head on his lap depending on how heâs sitting
no matter who heâs with always greet you with âhi babyâ or âhey babeâ, he has absolutely no shame showing affection to you
definitely participate in all those tiktok slideshows where people show off they girlfriends
pulls you into his lap by the waist
<< his morning voice 33
getting to go to the gym with him or at least see him after he goes to the gym is a true blessing bc his messy hair immediately makes him 10x hotter
always hugs you tightly and wraps both arms around your body
and loves hugging you from behind
hypes up every post you make and spams your comments
SHOUTO TODOROKI
when he gets mad it makes you feel all hot, especially because itâs rarely directed at you
his voice. thatâs all.
heâs so polite and treats you like the highest human being on earth (as he should)
âare you alright, my love?â
âiâm so sorry my angel, let me make it up to you please.â
âhere, iâll carry that for you love.â
âgoodnight my princess, iâll be dreaming about you.â
he hugs you with his whole body, making sure he can feel every inch of your skin pressed up on his.
and he makes you do it to, pulling you in by your waist flush against his stomach.
makes sure to hold your hand every time heâs walking you somewhere because your safety is a priority to him
always ask before he does things, he hates feeling like heâs making you uncomfortable. âcan i kiss you?â âis this okay? âyou sure you want to, lovely?â
contrary, to popular belief heâs way too good at eye contact
and then gets confused when you become all flustered even though heâs staring into your eyes as you speak
âwhatâs wrong? is there something on my face?â
but eventually you admit how nervous it makes you, and he takes note
so now, he especially looks you in your eyes during conversation
âhmm? go ahead sweetheart iâm listeninâ.â
whenever heâs studying for an upcoming exam, he leans back more in his seat and when he goes to stretch, his shirt lifts up and reveals his lower stomach
he comes well dressed no matter how bad of a day heâs having or what time he woke up
whenever he walks in a room, trust he got that shit on (because heâs way too rich to be dressed like a fool)
his dorm is always clean: bedâs always made, has a specific shelf for school supplies, etc
him cursing. that's all.
whenever you fall asleep on his chest he holds you tight under his free arm with his hand over your head, just because he wants so bad to protect you
in general tends to be protective
keeps a hand on your waist at events, walks next to the road on the sidewalk and will make sure you dont, puts his hand in front of you if the car stops too hard, all that
© rumisgf
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Bring Your Child to Work Day
Characters:Â Neuvillette, Itto, Cyno, Ayato
TW:Â None
Neuvillette
It has been two days since you fell sick not being able to leave your bed. Your husband was always really caring, but his loving personality shined especially on days like this. You have never been more thankful for him being by your side. Neuvillette even took time off from work which happened only once when your daughter was born.
But being such an important figure in Fontaine comes with responsibilities that he could not ignore, so he had to leave for a few hours.
âHoney, what are you doing?â You almost laughed when you saw him packing your daughter's backpack.
âPacking for our business trip.â Neuvillette smiled at you happily, seeing you feeling a little bit better.Â
âI am fine, she can stay with me.â
âNo. And I am not going to discuss that any further.â Neuvillette hugged you tightly and left with the little girl in one hand and her backpack in the other.
After arriving at Palais Mermonia, the little girl started shuffling too much so Neuvillette put her down. She immediately straightened her dress and stuck her chin up just like her daddy always does after entering the building. Neuvillete went straight towards his office not realizing his daughter mirroring his majestic walk, filling the hallway with loud taps right behind him as she tried to keep up with him.Â
Everyone almost melted at the sight of the little girl, but no one dared to speak to or touch the child of the Judex.
Neuvillette settled behind his desk and gave his daughter all the supplies to keep her occupied for some time. She took out all of her crayons and started to draw. Neuvillette almost tapped himself on the shoulder for amazing management of the situation until he realized that he was blessed with a drawing of a weirdly mixed pony and snake on one of the contracts that he just signed. When he took it away from her, she grabbed another.Â
âNo baby, these are daddyÂŽs papers, these are yours.â
He had to wrestle her for the papers for a moment until he gave up and put her down from his desk.
âThat is my chair. I want to sit in the big chair.â The little girl protested.
âNo, that is my chair, but I will let you sit there when I finishâŠâ
âDaddy splash, splash!!â She interrupted him.
âNo, Daddy can not, he would make a mess in his office my dear...âÂ
But before he could finish his sentence, the little girl summoned her power out of nowhere as she started running around and made a huge puddle in every corner of his office.Â
Neuvillette jumped up from his seat and started to chase her. He even almost slipped once before he finally caught her and carried her out of his office under his arm like a bag of potatoes.
âI did not know that my daughter is such a devilish little dragon.â He mumbled as he was looking for a melusine.Â
âI know I have never made this kind of request, but can you entertain her for a few minutes? I would not ask you if it would not be an emergency.â He said, almost ashamed.Â
âAbsolutely! However long you need.â One of the melusines smiled, excited from such an unexpected task.
After quickly finishing work in peace, Neuvillette packed the pink backpack thinking about not bringing it again, and left to look for his daughter. It took him a while until he heard her giggle in one of the administrative rooms. The little girl was surrounded by at least four melusines playing games unknown to Neuvillette.Â
âI do not know how to thank you.â He said full of gratitude.
âDo not mention it Mr. Neuvillette. We were glad to help!â Melusines said almost in unison and waved goodbye as he picked her up into his arms.
âI think we deserve a little treat after a long work day.â He smiled at his daughter in the streets of Fontaine.Â
âYes! Yes! Ice cream!â She jumped. âAnd for Mommy too!â
âAbsolutely! We can not forget to pick medicine for her and her favorite treat to cheer her up.â Neuvillette smiled.
âBalloons!!!â The little girl screamed and ran away.
Neuvillette ran after her while he thought about whether or not shops sell leashes for little dragons.
Itto
That morning you woke up with someone standing right next to your side of the bed.
âItto? What is going on?!â You asked confused.
âI have decided that today is the day when I am going to introduce our son to my gang.â Itto smiled brightly with a baby carrier strapped to his body.
âYour gang? You do not have a gang anymore.â
âBut we stayed friends and still call ourselves a gang, Mrs. Smart.â Itto rolled his eyes.
âI know, I am just teasing you.â You pulled him down to you to kiss him. âI think it is a good idea, but you need to be careful. Can you promise me that?â
âAbsolutely? You do not know me? I am the mostâŠâ Itto stopped himself after he saw your raised brows. âDo not worry, wifey. Love you. Bye!â
Itto suddenly disappeared, leaving you confused when you heard your son coo in his crib. After a few minutes, the door on your home opened with IttoÂŽs head peeking into your bedroom.
âDid you forget something?â You asked, not making it easy for him.
âYeeeah, about that⊠Have I left our son here? Or should I look elsewhere?â
âItto? Are you joking??â You looked at the baby in the crib.
âOf course! Of course, I am joking.â Itto reached for his son and strapped him into the baby carrier. âBye-bye.â Itto waved at you with little OniÂŽs hand in his and left.
Once he met with his gang he could not stop bragging how strong and amazing his son is. Just like his father, obviously.Â
After they finished lunch, Itto dragged them into the woods on a mission to find a big beetle that he could train for his son.
âBut Boss! He can't even walk yet.â Argued one of the boys.
âHe can start any day now, I need to be prepared. It is not easy to train a new champion. You need to start early!â Itto shut him down.
After a few hours of unsuccessful searching for the biggest and mightiest beetle, the gang left for lunch number two. And also the baby boy smelled because he needed a clean diaper.
As Itto left the restaurant with a full belly and the baby with a freshly changed diaper, he heard the sound of some kind of rock music in the distance.
âBoys! There is a concert that we are missing! We need to check it out!â
When they finally arrived, Itto frowned, realizing that he could not take a baby to the concert with such loud music.Â
âBoss! Where are you going?â
âI will be right back!â Itto ran away, holding his son's ears.
And he truly came back in a few minutes with a sleeping baby in the carrier and big noise-canceling headphones on his little head.
Not long after it was time for dinner, the whole gang visited the local market with freshly cooked food. The place was crowded, but it was worth it to stay there for all the delicious meals they offered there.
âOh, sorry big guy, I am leaving crumbles all over your head.â Itto looked down and realized that the carrier was empty. âIn the name of the lavender melon, no!â Itto screamed.
He immediately gathered everyone from the gang to look for his son. Itto was never afraid of anything. Except beans. And his wife. And if she finds out that he lost little Oni, there would be no Oni left after she is done with him.
In the meantime, Kuki looked after the baby, because she saw Itto had been occupied with ordering food. When she saw all the boys running around the market like headless chickens, she realized that someone had forgotten that the baby was with her. After letting them marinate in fear she finally took mercy on them and brought the baby back to the big Oni.
âKuki! Where did you find him?!â Itto kissed his sonÂŽs face. âYou just saved my life Shinobu!â He reached out to her to do the same, but she immediately stopped him.
âJust say thank you, Boss.â She smiled.
âThank you! AndâŠâ Itto lowered his voice. âDo not tell my wife. She would have me sleep on the couch. No cuddles for me for the rest of the month. Can you imagine?â
Cyno
You were never into the idea of Cyno training your daughter. But he kept begging you and you knew that he would not put your child in any danger, so today, with a heavy heart, you finally let them go.Â
âBut only for a moment, before work. Ok?â You looked at him with worry.
Cyno could not contain his excitement as he sat down with his girl on his forearm and left your house with a bright smile. He was toying with the idea of going behind your back, but he quickly brushed it. He respected and loved you too much to do something like that.
Now, after waiting for so long Cyno was on his way with the child holding him around the neck. With a bag full of water and snacks on his back, he reached his favorite spot where he used to train by himself when he was just a kid.
âHere we are!â Cyno smiled at his girl. âNow Daddy is going to put you down and we can fight a little. What do you think?â
âYou are going to lose!â The little girl, barely school age, said with a confident smirk.
âWhy do you sound just like your mommy?â Cyno chuckled.
He knew his daughter had the soul of a fighter, just like her parents, but she still surprised him. Every stance, every move⊠She quickly adapted and CynoŽs heart was full when he saw her reaching for his polearm.
âOne day it will be all yours. Mine gift only for you. But not today, ok?â
A silent cry was her answer and Cyno knew it was time to go.
âSomeone is a little cranky. How about we head back to the village.â He said to himself and packed the stuff that he brought.
With a tired child positioned on his forearm with small hands wrapped around his neck again, Cyno headed back to civilization. Now and then he stopped to show her beautiful flowers that were typical for this part of the world and explained them to her. With each stop, the little girl was less and less interested in the fauna that her father was showing her.
âThat is ok.â He mumbled. âWe have the whole life ahead of us to teach you everything I know.â Cyno smiled proud of being able to share his wisdom with his own blood.
When they finally reached the village, Cyno settled in his office after he tucked his daughter on the small sofa in the next room. After dealing with the most important tasks of the day, you surprised him with lunch and a plan to take your daughter home with you.
âA meal for our child. Take it as an exchange type of business.â You laughed.
âBut she was supposed to be with me the whole day,â Cyno argued with an upset look all over his face.
âYou are about to head out. You thought that I would let you take her to visit criminals?â You raised your brow.
âI would not⊠You shelter her too much.â
âSo do you. Just in a different way.âÂ
You kissed him and with a smile, you left with your sleeping child in your arms.
Cyno wanted to argue that he did not know what you meant by that, but he knew all too well. Since he held her for the first time, he could not stop imagining the day when he would no longer be there to protect her. If there is only one thing that he would be able to accomplish in his life, it would be to teach his daughter to protect herself like he protects both of you.
Ayato
Ayato always took pride in his family. First, his sister. Then he met you. When you blessed him with your yes, he hardly could have imagined to be even happier than he already was. Proud husband of the most beautiful and intelligent woman he ever met. But then your son was born. His world, his heart expanded and there was not a moment when he would not talk about the two of you. Everything crushed when he visited you in the garden as he came back home after his work travels. As he reached for you to kiss you, your son tried to push him away.Â
Ayato froze.
âOh, do not mind him.â You smiled. âYou have been gone a little too long this time and maybe he just needs to get used to you being around again.â You tried to reassure him as you hugged him tightly.
Ayato smiled at you and got down on his knee to hug his son. You knew it was not a good idea, but did not interfere. As expected, the boy pushed him and ran away.Â
âI got used to it, but he is too small to accept the concept of someone traveling for days without him. Give him time.â You comforted your husband.
âYou are right, my dear.â Ayato hugged you around your waist. âAs always.â He smiled.
âMaybe you can show him what you do, hm?âÂ
âYou mean⊠Like to take him to work with me? What a strange idea.â
âTrust me.â You silenced him with a kiss.
The next morning, Ayato was already prepared to start his day before dawn when he remembered your proposal. When he opened the door to his son's bedroom, he found him deep in the sleep. Since that moment, Ayato felt like he had done everything wrong. He woke his son and tried to make him dress up for the day.
âShhh, we do not want to wake up your mommy.â Ayato tried to calm the boy politely.
After exhausting fighting in the bedroom, it was finally time for the real fight. Ayato did not want to miss his daily morning sword training.
âI have got something for you.â Ayato handed his son a beautifully packed box.Â
When the boy smiled, Ayato felt a deep relief. Until the boy opened the box where he found a perfectly crafted wooden sword from the highest quality wood ever found. Ayato expected to see his sonÂŽs face to light up as yours always does when he brings you gifts from his travels. But the boy looked at him with disappointment written all over his face. He never showed any interest in the art of swords, but Ayato kept telling himself that it was just a matter of time.Â
Ayato tried to train for an hour that felt like an eternity, but his son did not want to cooperate. All he got was a huge bruise on his shin after the boy swung his new sword with the power of a grown man.
Your husband tried to keep his composure in front of you during breakfast and your questions about his weird walk were not answered. You knew all too well what happened because the screams of your son were probably heard by the whole island so you checked on them.Â
âWe will be in my office if you need anything.â Ayato kissed you and picked up the boy.
âAre you sure?â You smiled knowing just by looking at your husband how tired he was.
âYes, my dear. Have some faith in me.âÂ
You wanted to, but knowing your sonŽs hyperactivity and AyatoŽs need for peace and order⊠It was like a clash of titans and you wanted to help. Then you realize it is time for Ayato to step up as a father. To show your son the right example of a good man. So you stayed away. Even after hours of listening to constant running around the office, tearing sound of the papers, knocking down decorations⊠Until you heard the last knock. The doors of Ayato's office suddenly opened. When he saw you, he did not say a thing. He did not need to. His clothes were drenched from ink. Ayato disappeared for a moment so you peeked into his office and found it in complete disarray. Your boy was sitting there playing with an empty bottle of ink so you started picking up all the loose papers.
âLeave it. Please.â Ayato said out of nowhere. âI will take care of it later. Now is time for a little walk.â
Dressed in clean clothes he reached for his son and left. Your heart almost sank. It was not funny anymore and all you could do was to hope that their relationship would get better as soon as possible.
Ayato felt completely lost. How is it possible that he could make a deal even with the worst diplomats that this world has and he is not able to find a common ground with his own son?
As he walked down the lane full of Sakuras that he used to walk by with you by his side when he was still courting you, lost in his thoughts, the boy started shouting.
âMommy, mommy!âÂ
Ayato turned over to look for you, but they were alone. âMommy is home. She is not here.â
âMommy, mommy, mommy!â The little boy kept shouting while reaching for something.
Ayato looked up and realized that all the boy wants are the flowers blooming on the trees. So he reached up to pick a few and handed them to the little one. The boy instantly got quiet and looked almost⊠content.
âMommy. Yes, little man. You are right.â Ayato smiled.Â
How could he possibly forget? On one of your walks, he picked a Sakura flower and put it in your hair. Since then, you always wear some once in a while to remind you of your beginnings.
âLet us go back and bring Mommy your gift. Ok?â
When they finally reached the borders of your home, the little boy started running towards the gardens. He spotted you immediately in your usual place and with a loud mumbling of random words he gifted you a beautiful bouquet of pink flowers.
âWau! What a beautiful gift.â You kissed your proud son on his head as a thank you. âDid you pick them all by yourself?â
âNo!â A loud shout filled the peaceful garden. âDaddy! Daddy, help!â The little boy shouted as he ran to Ayato and hugged him tightly around his leg.
âOh? What a good daddy!â You smiled and looked at your husband. You would swear that you spotted tears in his eyes.Â
Ayato was looking at you, unable to look away. No matter how hard his day was, he knew he would not want it any other way. Then he looked down at his son still hugging his leg and realized that he is going to be tall like him. He could not know it for sure, but he just knew. Tall just like him, with the hair of his beautiful mother and eyes in a perfect blend of both of you.
As he sat down next to you with your son in his lap, all he could think about was how thankful he was for being made to slow down and appreciate your work for your family. He always admired you for being a perfect wife and mother. But after this day, he was thankful even more and promised to take at least one day off to be with both of you.
Ayato that night held you and kissed you with so much care and love just like the day you gave him your son. He forgot for a moment that family will always be the most important thing. And he will never forget again.
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Eras of Us- Era 3: Ugh Oh, I'm Falling in Love (Taylor Swift X Morgan!Reader)
Eras of Us master list
This is the Era where they're falling in love, learning more about each other, and how to navigate their relationships with their friends and families.
warning- Sexual content in this chapter.
Author's note: Hey everyone, i'm so sorry this took so long. theres just a lot of stuff in this chapter that i really wanted to get right. I hope you enjoy it! let me know what you think. comments are literally my favorite thing.
February 2017 'Cause you could be the one that I love I could be the one that you dream of
As it turned out, being Taylorâs girlfriend was far easier than you imagined it would be. It wasnât all that much different than when the two of you were just friends, actually.Â
You two still texted continuously, now each message was dotted with a heart or a little kiss. You two still talked on the phone all of the time, though you had developed a bad habit of falling asleep on late-night calls with her.Â
The only thing that had really changed was that now the photos you sent her were slightly more⊠suggestive on purpose.Â
And now you actually got to kiss her, which was fun, except you had barely seen her since you two started dating.Â
Between the holidays and dealing with your shitty agent about yet another fucked up trade, you hadnât had time to fly to her, and she had been tied up with her family and recording her new album to fly to you. But the two of you made due (ie falling asleep on the phone with her nearly every night).Â
It still sucked you wouldnât get to see her until after January camp. At least you only had 1 more game to play in.Â
âHurry up you two,â Rose called over her shoulder, idly swinging Emilyâs hand next to her.Â
You groaned, adjusting your grip on Malâs legs as her arms squeezed more tightly around your neck. âItâs not my fault this koala demanded a piggyback ride,âÂ
Mal had been insanely clingy since the start of camp, draping herself all over you at every opportunity. It wasnât something you noticed at first, but it had become so constant, that it was beginning to grate on your patience.Â
Especially after she interrupted you every time you tried to talk to Taylor. The only moment you had gotten alone was at 3 am, and you had been too drowsy to do more than stare at her.Â
âIâm not that heavy ducky,â Mal hugged, pinching your ear.Â
âNo, but itâs been like 2 miles,â You huffed, tilting your head away from her, and picking up your pace so you were even with Rose and Emily.Â
Emily rolled her eyes at you. âAnd whose fault is that?âÂ
You shrugged as much as you could with Mal on your back. âCheney said they have the best mochas,â
âAnd itâll make it very hard for Alex to beat you this week,â Rose snorted, gesturing towards the shiny watch on your wrist. âIf youâre gonna make us take a hike to a coffee shop, you should at least be honest with why weâre taking it,âÂ
âShe should be more active in her rest time,â You said, earning another eye roll as the four of you finally made it to the cafe Cheney had mentioned when you talked to her over the holidays.Â
It was just a bonus that Alex would need to find 4 extra exercise miles to match you in her stupid little app. Itâs what she had done to you with Kelleyâs familyâs stupid 10 mile Christmas morning hike after all. You had to go on a beach run to make up for it.Â
âOr maybe you should be less competitive,â Emily grumbled, holding the door open for you and Mal to walk through. Her gaze stayed glued out the door even after you stepped through.Â
You rolled your eyes. âAnd what fun would that be?âÂ
You dropped Malâs legs as you got in line next to Rose, and she landed on her feet, but she didnât let go of your neck like you had hoped she would.
âWe would be behind in the practice scrimmages against the vets too,â You added as you turned your attention to the menu above the cashier.Â
There werenât any⊠normal drinks. They all had fancy names, so you had to read the description to figure out what the fuck it was. You sighed internally, deciding that you absolutely shouldnât have listened to Cheney, because long complicated descriptions like delectable dark roast, mixed with Dutch hand-made chocolate ganache, and essence of citrus aurantium topped with creamy dreamy whipped cream and powdered orange blossoms: written out in small, tight together cursive was going to take you forever to decipher.Â
Especially with the way all the Lâs and Eâs kept flipping places, and how Mal kept shifting your entire body each time she moved.Â
You were going to have a headache by the time you actually made it through the menu.Â
âOk, those guys are totally following us,âÂ
You blinked in the direction of Emilyâs voice, and away from the migraine-inducing menu. You followed her hand to where she was pointing at two men wearing aviators sitting at a stable near the back of the cafĂ©.Â
The one facing you was older, with dark salt and pepper hair, wearing a leather jacket, while the other was younger and blonde with his back to you.Â
It made you roll your eyes again.Â
Tony and Zach had been your shadows since you and Taylor started dating. You saw them outside your apartment building in Chicago, and ran into them everywhere you went, even when you attended a Bears game against the Chiefs.Â
You could tell that they were trying to be discrete since you had brought up the issue with Taylor the first week you noticed them, but it was still annoying that she wouldnât budge on her stance.Â
âIâll take care of it,â You grumbled, carefully untangling yourself from Malâs grasp, ignoring the high-pitched whine she let out at being displaced. âJust order me the closest thing to a mocha please,âÂ
At least now you didnât have to read the menu.Â
You ignored the feeling of their eyes on your back as you walked up to the table your two bodyguards were sitting at, knocking on the wood when you were close enough. âI thought I made it clear that I donât need a babysitter,â
âI prefer the term watchman,â Tony hummed, barely even looking at you.Â
Zach nodded. âWatchmen is a much better term,âÂ
You glared at the blonde man, before turning back to Tony. âI prefer that you donât follow me around and creep out my friends,âÂ
Tony paused, lifting a finger to shift his aviators down to the end of his nose so he could peer at you over the rim of them. âWeâll try to be more discreet,âÂ
You shook your head. âNo. You will stop following me,âÂ
âCanât. Bosses orders,â Tony shrugged, readjusting his aviators back over his eyes. âAnd frankly, the team doesnât have enough security,âÂ
Your glare deepened. âBecause no one knows who the fuck we are,âÂ
âStill, I shouldnât have been able to get your room number from the front desk receptionist,â He countered. âor have Zach get into the changing room at the practice field,â
âNormal people donât do that shit,â You grit back.
His point proved nothing.Â
No fan was trying to sneak into your locker room to leave notes in your cubby and no other people had interest in your room number.Â
Sure, the note and the peanut butter cookies Taylor had delivered to your room were cool, but two men staking out every place you went certainly was not. Not when Emily wouldnât shut up about your mysterious friend being in the mob because now you had people following you.Â
She couldnât give up on the angle, going so far that even Mal was annoyed with her.Â
You had been annoyed 5 weeks ago when she brought the idea up for the first time during New Year's when she spotted them after you came out of a fried chicken place in Atlanta.Â
Tony sighed, fixing his leather jacket.âIf you're really insistent about this, you know who you need to take it up with. Otherwise, I think Ms. Sonnett, Ms. Pugh, and Ms. Lavelle have finished ordering,âÂ
It irritated you that he always referred to your friends so formally, even if he had never met them.Â
âI will,â You grit out, already pulling your phone out of your pocket. âBecause you two are ridiculous,âÂ
Tony made a face, dipping his aviators to peer at you again. âAnd Taylor is ridiculous for caring about your safety?â
You opened and closed your mouth several times. That wasnât fair.Â
Tony slid his glasses back into place as a waitress brought them 2 coffees.Â
Your jaw clenched and you didnât your best not to glare at the smug way he sipped the steaming glass. You hadnât even seen them order.Â
âYour friends have chosen a table,â He hummed, tilting his head to where Emily, Mal, and Rose were all staring at you with wide eyes.Â
âThis isnât the end of this conversation,â You muttered, grabbing one of the 3 chocolate chip cookies that had been delivered with their coffee.Â
âWe will try to be more discreet,â Zach said, passing you a napkin.Â
You took a bite of your cookie. âYou better,âÂ
âWeâll do our best,â Tony chuckled, gesturing towards your friends with his chin again. âGo enjoy your overly fancy coffee,â
You made a low noise, turning on your heel and heading back over to your friends, who were overtly staring at the men now.Â
âYouâre in the mob right?â Emily asked before you were even fully seated in the chair next to Mal.Â
You didnât reply, instead breaking the cookie into 3 and passing the larger part to Rose for her and Emily to share and the other to Mal, who was already wrapping herself around you again.Â
âEmily stop,â The forward whined loudly in your ear as she took the cookie.Â
âOh come on, just answer the question,â Emily said, her lips pulling into a teasing grin. âitâs totally obvious,â
âIâm not in the mob,â You grumbled, taking a sip of your coffee and frowning.Â
You liked mochas, they were your go-to order, but this one had caramel in it, and was far too sweet. You would drink it anyway though, because one of your friends had paid for it.Â
Rose leaned forward in her chair, resting crossed arms on the table in front of her conspiratorially. âThen why was our coffee already paid for?â
You frowned, your cup hitting the table with a low thud. âWhat?â
âI gave them my name and she said someone had already paid for us,â Rose said, her voice low.Â
Your eyebrows pulled more tightly together. âWho?â
âSomeone named Athena,â Rose wiggled her eyebrows at you, and you rolled your eyes.Â
It had been Taylor. Of course, it was her, she had even sent the goons she had following you coffees and an extra cookie.Â
Of course that was the name Taylor used.Â
She had been making fun of her nickname since she found out that it was her contact name in her phone, and you blushed through your explanation that she was a goddess and the smartest person you knew.Â
âSee, totally a mob boss name,â Emily said accusingly, gesturing wildly with her hands. âwho else would call themselves Athena,â
You were afraid that if you rolled your eyes again they would fall out of your head, so you refrained.Â
No matter how good it would have felt.Â
You pulled away from Mal and wrestled your phone out of your pocket. You flipped to your messages, ignoring the one aptly named Athena for now, opening the thread you shared with Alex to get it to stop buzzing.Â
AlexandriađŹ: Did you have to walk to a coffee shop across the city? Havenât you ever heard of an Uber?
MiniMorgs: Wanted to get some fresh air, and Cheney recommended it
AlexandriađŹ: More like you wanted to win this weekâs challenge. Was it worth the walk?
MiniMorgs: I didnât have to read the overly complicated menu, so yes. #dyslexic problems
AlexandriađŹ: LoL. Maybe we should get you yellow-tinted glasses to help with that
MiniMorgs: Whatever. Good luck catching up on miles
AlexandriađŹ:đđ»
Another coffee cup landed in front of you with a clink, and you blinked up from your phone at the waitress.Â
You frowned up at her. âUgh, thanks?âÂ
You hadnât ordered another coffee.Â
âThe person who paid for your order also asked us to make an extra mocha, no caramel, no whipped cream, and no sweetening syrup,â The young girl explained quickly, her hands fidgeting in front of her. âit also comes with a heart and a little winky face,âÂ
âOh, thanks,â You sent her a genuine smile, the dimple on your left cheek poking out just a bit.Â
She blushed.
âNo problem,â she said, turning away from you and your friends very quickly before practically running back to the counter.Â
You didnât watch her as she left, instead sipping your new coffee and sighing in content.Â
It was exactly what you wanted. The perfect cup of coffee if you did say so yourself.Â
You glanced back down at your phone, flipping through your messages to the one labeled AthenađžđŒ
Thanks for the coffee. Itâs much better than the sugary shit Emily ordered.
âDo you have to flirt with every woman you see?â Mal scoffed, placing more of her weight on you as she draped her arms over your shoulders.Â
You grunted, slipping your phone in your pocket and adjusting in your seat so she didnât knock you over. âI wasnât flirting, I was just being nice,âÂ
You practically felt her roll her eyes as Emily snorted across from you.Â
âWhat? I was!â You bit out, your voice dripping in incredulity.Â
âYou used the smile you use when youâre trying to get into someoneâs pants,â Mal hummed, her lips caressing the shell of your ear as her hand dipped its way under the hem of your Alexia Putellas Barça jersey. âI would know,âÂ
You jerked away from her, nearly spilling your coffee. Your chair squeaked as you pushed away, creating space between the two of you.Â
You didnât want her touching you.Â
Not like you had in the past.Â
There was a time when you craved her touch. Where you twisted yourself into knots to be worthy of her affection.Â
You allowed yourself to get closer to her than you had to anyone else, and in the end she had decided that you still werenât good enough.Â
She decided that you would never be good enough for her. Not like Dansby was. But even after that you had pined after every little scrap of care she sent you, and you allowed yourself to believe that it was all you deserved.Â
That it was real.
Even in your short time with Taylor, you knew that real was something very different. She didnât make you feel like you were always making up for something. Like you had to earn her care.Â
She made you feel worthy and had butterflies flapping in your chest. She made you feel seen, even before you were together, and you wouldnât do anything to put that in jeopardy.Â
âWhoa, easy there,â Emily chuckled. âDidn't think you were so sensitive to the mention of your history,âÂ
You shifted uncomfortably, fixing the edge of your jersey.Â
âJust tickled me,â You muttered, taking another sip of your coffee as Mal didnât even hesitate to wrapped herself around you again.Â
You ignored the knowing look Rose sent you, and cleared your throat. âWe should probably head back though. Think you can walk on your own this time?âÂ
You gently elbowed Mal, sending Emily a cheeky grin when she wiggled her eyebrows.Â
Mal sighed heavily, her lips returning to near your ear. âI donât think so. I think I still need a piggyback,â
You huffed at her pouted words, shoving your extra coffee cup into her hands as you stood. âYou have to carry the cups though,âÂ
âDeal!â She cheered, already trying to climb on your back.Â
You didnât have the heart (or the stomach) to tell her that you didnât want to carry her back. You couldnât when it made her light up so much.Â
âYouâre such a pushover,â Rose muttered as she held the cafĂ© door open for you.Â
You shrugged as much as you could with Mal on your back.
You were a people pleaser to your core, and you couldnât help that. Mal was your friend and you liked to make her happy.Â
Taylor would understand.Â
*****
You were sweating your ass off by the time you made it back to the team hotel, and your legs felt like you had just played 90 minutes.Â
You supposed walking 4 miles with a fully grown forward on your back would do that to you, and the detours Emily kept taking because of the âMob Guysâ following you made the journey more like 6. Dawn was not going to be pleased, and you felt like you needed a recovery day to recover from your recovery day.Â
You dropped Malâs legs as you stepped into the welcome AC of the lobby, ignoring her yelp at the move.Â
âIâm done being your pack Mule,â You muttered, breathing hard. âUse your own damn legs,â
âNot a mule. A graceful stallion,â Mal hummed, leaning in and placing a kiss on your cheek before she skipped off. âThanks for the ride,âÂ
She missed your eye roll. But Kelley didnât. âComing on a bit strong, isn't she?âÂ
You blinked at Kelley, pulling your sunglasses up to rest in your wavy curls, taking in the way she was shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. âDonât they always?âÂ
âYou didn't have a friends-with-benefits relationship with most of the people who hit on you,â Kelley shrugged.Â
You made a sound low in your throat, scratching the back of your neck. âIâm not interested in continuing that,âÂ
You didnât know she knew about that.
âI know,â Kelley nodded, her hand landing warm and grounding on your shoulder. âYouâre interested in burrito girl,âÂ
You hummed.Â
You were more than just interested in Taylor, and Kelley knew that. She had been getting regular updates after she talked you off the ledge the morning after, and it was kinda nice to get to share with someone.Â
Kelley shifted again, and you scratched harder at the back of your neck as a very uncomfortable silence settled over you.Â
âI didnât bring you coffee,â You said, finally looking at her.Â
Your eyebrows pulled tightly together. She was spinning the ring on her forefinger more rapidly than you had ever seen, and shifting like she was⊠nervous.Â
âI know,â She said, her eyes flicking up to meet your blue before rapidly looking away. âCan we chat though?âÂ
You frowned. âWhatâs up?âÂ
Kelley bit her lip and led you over to an isolated meeting room, closing the door behind you.Â
She took a steadying breath like she was stealing herself as she turned to look at you. âIâm going to ask your sister to marry me,âÂ
You stared at her, your mouth dropping open at her words.Â
She was going to ask your sister to marry her.Â
Her and Alex were going to get married.Â
But werenât they practically married already? They had been together since you were 10. They lived together, had 2 dogs and were actively looking for a team to transfer to together.Â
You shouldnât have been surprised, but you were. So you did what you always did when you were caught off guard.Â
You painted a playful smirk on your face, wiggling your eyebrows. âAlex right? Because I donât think Jen or Jerry will react well,âÂ
Kelley sighed. âIâm being serious. Weâve been together for almost 7 years. I love her,âÂ
You raised an eyebrow at her, your smirk melting a little. âOk, and?âÂ
She spun her ring a little faster. âIâm not asking your permission, but-â
âYou want my blessing or some shit?â You cut her off, your eyebrows furrowing impossibly deeper. âJesus Kell, her and I havenât had a proper conversation since I was like 12. My opinion doesnât matter,â
You actively avoided conversations with your sister. She barely knew anything about the adult version of yourself.Â
There was no way she could care what you thought about her marrying Kelley.Â
Kelley shook her head, closing the distance between you and catching your hand. âI think your opinion is one of the only ones she cares about,âÂ
Her voice went very soft, and you swallowed hard. You werenât at a place to consider what she meant. You couldn't deal with all of the baggage that came with the implications.Â
Yes, you were fairly content to interact with her through the stupid app the two of you competed on, but that was nothing deeper than just that. A competition.Â
It didnât mean anything. Not like Kelley was assuming it meant.Â
You shook your head, swallowing down your feelings and locking them into a little box in the center of your chest.Â
âShe might be my sister, but Iâll kick her ass if she hurts you. Or says no, even though sheâs not going to say no. She loves you. I guess Iâll kick your ass too if you hurt her so donât,â You said softly, drawing up the courage to meet Kelleyâs eyes again.Â
A brilliant smile broke across her face, and her eyes lit up like the two of you had just won the World Cup. âI promise I wonât kid,âÂ
âGood,â You ran a hand through your hair, sucking in a long breath through your nose. âIs there anything else?â
âDonât you want to know how Iâm going to do it?â Kelley asked, her eyebrows furrowing.Â
Your shoulders lifted and fell.Â
Maybe a part of you cared about whatever romantic thing Kelley had planned for her, but the larger part just⊠wasnât interested. It wasnât like you were involved in Alexâs life. You didnât get to see the ins and outs of her relationship with Kelley, and that was your own choice. If you got too close, you knew you would get hurt.Â
You had before anyway.Â
âAs long as itâs not during or directly after sex, I think itâll be fine,â You huffed out, covering your wavering curiosity.Â
Kelley rolled her eyes. âIâm going to do it when we go to New York. I have a reservation for the top of the Empire State Building,â
âThatâll be pretty,â You hummed, your voice going soft.Â
You knew how much your older sister loved city lights. It was nearly as much as she loved to look at the stars.Â
When the two of you were young, you would sit on the roof outside of her window for hours staring at the sky, naming the constellations. It was what got you so into Greek mythology after all. You wondered if she still remembered all of the stories.Â
âShe loves the lights,â Kelley agreed, watching you carefully. âWeâre going to have dinner after. Jen and Jerrie will be there,âÂ
You nodded. âIâll be there too,âÂ
âExcellent,â Kelleyâs smile just got wider.Â
âYeah,â You said, trailing off and looking towards the door. âI told Alyssa Iâd watch film with her before the game tomorrow, so are we done?âÂ
Kelley chuckled, not at all surprised that you wanted to escape this conversation. âWouldnât want to keep the head of the Department of Defense waiting,âÂ
You always pulled away when your family was mentioned, and that habit was only magnified when emotions were also involved.Â
âNope,â You muttered, practically running towards the door.Â
She wished things were different.
Alex was making the steps to bridge the gap in your relationship, and for the first time in a long time, you seemed willing to meet her halfway. Neither of them were sure exactly what had caused the rift, or why you had always been so⊠reluctant to let her fix it. Or to talk about it in general.
She hoped that the little steps would actually lead to something this time. She hoped that you would let your walls down. She hoped that you would actually let yourself be happy.Â
*****
Rain pounded down around you as you tracked the ball across midfield.Â
Games like this were your favorite.Â
The USWNT was up by 4 and there was only 30 seconds of stoppage time left. You had a goal and 2 assists and you had played incredibly well. It was 75 degrees so the rain was like the mist from a shower, warm and comfortable.Â
It let you take your mind off of the stupid phone call that had come just before you loaded up the bus to head to the stadium. It drowned out Roary Dameâs voice explaining that you were a great play, just not what they needed.Â
Explaining that he had put your name in the trading block for the highest draft pick they could get. So they could finally have their star striker because you were the wrong Morgan for that.Â
This game made you feel⊠good. It made you feel powerful.Â
You smiled at Sam as she came to a stop beside you.Â
Alex and Mal were getting ready to take a time-wasting corner to end the game, and you and Sam were just there in case Jamaica got a counter opportunity.Â
âEmily says youâre in the mob now,â She said conversationally. âAnd that you have two huge dudes following you around,âÂ
You rolled your eyes. âIâm not in the mob,âÂ
âBut you do have 2 dudes following you,â She asked, tilting her head to the mouth of the tunnel where Zach and Tony were huddled under an umbrella.Â
They were right, it was kinda scary how far they could get without any real security clearance. They shouldnât have been able to get into the stadium, much less on the field, but here they were.Â
âI have a very overprotective friend,â You muttered as the ref blew the signature three whistles to signal the end of the game. You paused before you ran off.
Taylor wasnât your friend, she was something much much more. You didnât feel right calling her a friend.Â
You turned back to Sam, scratching the wet hairs off the back of your neck. âWell, a very protective more than a friend,âÂ
A smile broke across her features, and you couldnât help but match it. âDonât mention that to anyone though,â You added, suddenly nervous that she would tell the team, and then the rumor mill would start.
You werenât ready to answer questions about Taylor yet. Or to listen to your teammates tease you. You also didnât want to share her yet.Â
Sam winked at you. âYour secret is safe with me,âÂ
âThanks,â You said, heading towards the tunnel, pausing at a young girl waving a soaked-through Morgan sign a few feet away from the tunnel.Â
You could see a big 13 painted on the sign, so you knew it wasnât meant for you, but still it was your name too.Â
âHey, I like your sign,â You hummed, flashing the girl a million-dollar smile, ignoring the phones pointed in your direction. âEven if it has the wrong number on it,âÂ
The girl blushed deeply. âI like you too. I just wasnât sure what number you would be wearing,âÂ
It was a good excuse, you thought. Or it would have been over a year ago before you made the switch to number 12.Â
You hated when they pretended to give a shit about you just because you were the one standing in front of them. You knew the only Morgan they really cared about was your sister, and you wished they would just own it.Â
âWell thank ya,â You winked, ignoring her little lie. âI know itâs just because sheâs a striker. Everyone loves a good goal scorer,âÂ
The red in the girl's cheeks got even more pronounced, and your grin turned slightly wolfish. She didnât hear the bitter note in your voice.Â
Everyone wanted the star striker, something you would never be.Â
âDo you have something you want me to sign?âÂ
The girl shook her head, looking at her friend who also shook her head. The girl looked back at you, biting her lip.Â
âCan I get your jersey?â She asked hesitantly, and your smirk only got wider.Â
âI think I can do one better,â You said, turning back towards the field. Your eyes roved over the players until you found the one you were looking for.Â
âHey Al,â You called out, cupping your hands over your face to amplify the sound.Â
Her head snapped in your direction, and you waved her over. You tried not to let it bother you that the girl's squeals got so much louder as she jogged over, a questioning smile on her face.Â
âWhatâs up?â She asked as soon as she was close enough, and you could hear the slight surprise in her voice. It was one of the first times you had actually spoken to her since last camp.
You tilted your head towards the fans beside you. âYouâve got a fan and you owe me because I beat you 5 weeks in a row,âÂ
âAnd?â She raised an eyebrow at you.Â
âIâm cashing in,â You said, again tilting your head towards the fans. âShe would like your jersey,âÂ
Alex never took her eyes off of you as she stripped off her soaked-through jersey, and passed it to the girl. It was like she was trying to figure out what you were thinking. But she had lost the ability to read your mind years ago.Â
âThanks,â You said, flashing her a grin and turning back towards the girl. âNow youâve got the jersey you actually want,âÂ
Alexâs lips pulled downward at the sarcasm in your tone, hidden by false cheeriness. It was the same tone you used when something was annoying you, but you didnât know how (or have the courage) to vocalize it.Â
âOh my god, thank you!â The girl cheered, looking at Alex instead of at you.Â
âBoth of you,â She added quickly when Alex raised an eyebrow at her.Â
You waved her off, throwing a âNo worries,â over your shoulder as you headed towards the tunnel to get out of the rain.Â
Alex waved at the girls too, sending them a smile before jogging off after you. There was something so⊠off about that interaction, and she wasnât willing to let it go anymore.Â
Her and Kelley had discussed it, and while she understood the defender's advice to not push you. To let you come to her, she was tired of waiting.Â
The texting was nice, but it didnât carry over to your real-life interactions and that was⊠frustrating. It wasnât getting her anywhere.Â
She caught your arm as you rounded the corner to the locker room, spinning you on the spot and stepping into your space so you were pinned against the cold concrete wall of the tunnel, unable to run away this time.Â
âWhat the fuck was that all about?â She asked, keeping her voice level, even though the two of you were nose to nose.Â
Your eyes flashed up to meet hers, identical blue boring into yours. It made you feel like she could see into your soul. Like you were naked in front of her. You so badly wanted to look away but you couldnât.
âShe had a Morgan sign with a huge 13 on it, so I went to say hello,â You shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant, but Alex saw through it. âAnd they asked for a jersey, but I knew it wasnât mine they wanted,â
There was something in your voice, in your posture that she couldnât place.Â
âBut they asked you for it?â She pressed, and your eyes flicked away from her as you gave her a barely perceptible nod.Â
âIt would have been a consolation prize. They wanted yours,â You said, twisting your arm free and finally squeezing out from where you were trapped. âEveryone always wants yours,â
You muttered the last part under your breath as you tried to make your way down the hallway, but Alex heard you anyway.Â
She again caught your arm before you could walk away, again spinning you around to face her. âWhat the hell is that supposed to mean?â
âNothing Alex,â You grumbled, shaking your head and again breaking her hold on you. âJust drop it,â
âNo. I will not drop it,â She bit back, not letting you walk away from her. âIâve been dropping it since you were 10 and look where itâs gotten us. I canât fix something if I donât understand whatâs wrong,âÂ
It was as if she let you leave. If she let you go before she understood you would be gone for good. You would lose the progress you had made.Â
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. âFix it?âÂ
What did Alex mean that she wanted to fix it? She didnât have a Time Machine.Â
âYes. Fix it,â She said, fighting to keep her volume low and her tone even. You didnât respond well to exasperation. âWe were so close and now itâs like we canât even stand each other. I donât want us to be this tense for the rest of our lives,âÂ
You stared at her like she had 3 heads. There was nothing that she could do. No magic wand she could wave to change it.Â
The world preferred her over you, and they probably always would. You had learned from the time you were small that you werenât worth as much as Alex was. You were invisible when she was there. You accepted it. The only person who didnât make you feel that way was Taylor.
You shook your head. âThere is nothing to fix Alex. You canât do anything. Now let me go,âÂ
Her face fell, and something broke in her eyes. It made your heart hurt, but it was the truth.Â
You twisted your arm out of her grasp and turned on your heel heading into the locker room. Alex stared after you, something you said gnawing in her brain.Â
Everyone always wants yours
It was nearly as bad as the âNow that everyone is watching you care. Now when itâs convenientâ you gave her on the practice field in November.Â
She wasnât sure what had happened between the two of you, or why you were so⊠frustratingly stubborn about allowing her to build a bridge over the mile-wide gap between you.Â
Your attitude shifting was also giving her whiplash. You seemed so⊠open over text. So willing to interact. She didnât know how to navigate it all, and it seemed that you werenât at all willing to help her.Â
âYou good?âÂ
Alex jumped at Kelleyâs voice in her ear and gentle hands on her shoulders.Â
âNo,â she shook her head, relaxing back into the defender's grasp.Â
Kelley hummed, and placed a kiss just below her ear, soothing her. âWhat happened?â
âY/n called me over to give a girl my jersey, and then told her that she had the one she actually wanted,â Alex explained, frustration evident in her voice. âand when I asked, she told me that everyone always wants mine,âÂ
âAl, we talked about this,â Kelley sighed, as your sister pulled away from her.Â
âI know,â Alex grumbled running a frustrated hand through her soaked hair.Â
They had many conversations about it. They both agreed that the best move was to take it slow. To let you dictate the pace, but neither of them expected you to be so⊠passive-aggressive.Â
Not when you let people push you too far because you didnât know how to set limits, or you just pretended like they didnât exist.Â
She didnât know how to act when you went out of your way to interact with her and then tried to run away.Â
âBut we never accounted for this,â She gestured wildly towards the locker room door. âShe called me over,âÂ
âAnd then you chased after her,â Kelley countered. âBecause she told you a snippet of whatâs bothering her that is supposed to make sense, but it doesnât because you donât have context. And you need to understand. I know,âÂ
âShe said I canât fix it, Kell,â Alexâs voice finally broke, and Kelley was quick to pull the striker into her chest as her shoulders shook. âWhat am I supposed to do?âÂ
Kelley closed her eyes, resting her cheek on the top of Alexâs head, holding her tightly.Â
She could see it from your side.Â
Alex had spent years unsure of how to bridge the ever-widening gap between you. You had spent years being compared to her, being crucified by the media for not being her, so it made sense for you to be wary. For you to try and protect yourself. What didnât make sense was the hot and cold way you were going about it.Â
âIâll talk to her,â Kelley said, holding your sister together as she crumbled. âBut we need to take this at her pace. And that means one step at a time,â
*****
Slipping out of the locker room undetected was far easier than you expected it to be, but then again you had retreated to the showers long before most of the team was even off of the field. You hadnât been planning to escape, but when the text came through on your phone, it was a no-brainer.Â
You smiled widely as you made the final turn down the tunnel, revealing Taylor leaning up against the large Visitors sign texting. âFancy meeting you here, I thought you had album stuff,âÂ
âHeard you didnât like my henchmen,â She smirked, pushing herself off the wall and meeting you halfway. âSo I thought Iâd come to check on you myself,â
You nearly fell with the force of the hug, burying your face in her neck and squeezing her tightly to you. âI donât like the henchmen. I donât need babysitters,â
She hummed, leaning back just enough to look you in the eyes and brushing your wet curls out of your eyes. âYou donât need babysitters, but you do need protection. Let me be a little overprotective of you,âÂ
You could feel her breath on your lips, and you couldnât help but lean in and connect your mouths. Your hands slipped into the back pocket of her jeans and you squeezed lightly.Â
It was slightly scary how addicted to her you were. How you craved her touch.Â
She made a low sound in the back of her throat. One of her hands hooked into the hem of your sweats, and the other wove into the short curls at the back of your neck, pulling you tighter to her.Â
You stumbled forward molding yourself to her, as the kiss changed. Her tongue slipped into your mouth, running against yours, and you could feel her desire.Â
It didnât surprise you. You knew what she wanted. What she expected. It was the same thing that every girl expected from you, so you just let it happen.Â
You let her pull you into the closet (unsure of how it appeared out of thin air, or where her shirt had suddenly disappeared to), pushing her against the only wall not covered in athletic equipment, and pinning her there with your hips.Â
Your lips dragged across her neck, and you longed to pull the velvety skin into your mouth. To place a mark, a claim out in the open where everyone could see. But you didnât.Â
You trailed down to her collarbone, skimming your teeth along it as your hand slid into her pants, past her underwear, and through her warm wetness.Â
You couldnât help the smirk that graced your features. âIs this all for me?âÂ
âYouâre hot when you play,â She keened as you teased at her entrance, gathering her slick on your middle finger. âAnd even hotter when youâre drenched and you kept pulling your shirt off to wipe the rain out of your eyes,âÂ
You hummed, tracing her lower lips and brushing your middle finger across her clit. Her hips jolted, knocking into your thigh and it reminded you of how players always fought you for ball possession.Â
How they would press back into you while you tried to tap it through their legs. How they always bucked back to keep you from picking their pocket.Â
Taylorâs head hit the wall, and you worked your lips back up her neck, lingering on the underside of her jaw. âPlease y/n,â
You hummed, dragging your teeth along her chin, and slipping your finger inside. She was warm and tight, squeezing your fingers as you dragged them against her walls.Â
Her hand tightened in the short curls at the base of your neck, while the other clawed at the bare skin of your shoulders.Â
She tasted like sweat and rain, and something just so Taylor.Â
It was like the sun on your face during the perfect practice, using your arm to wipe the sweat off your upper lip after you sank a ball past one of the keepers. It was like your teammates pulling you into tight hugs, running their fingers through your hair after you scored on a scorching summer day, their hands slipping through yours as they headed back to their starting positions.Â
She shuddered against you as you curled your fingers, finding the spongy patch inside of her, and you carefully ran your teeth across the special spot right below her ear.Â
It made you feel⊠powerful to have her so on edge already. Nearly as powerful as when you were 5 goals up on a team, or when a player couldnât make it past you in midfield.Â
âY/n,âÂ
It was like playing with Mal, and how you knew where she was going to be before she moved, so you could pull the opposing players and set her up for a goal.Â
Except it was better. It was what you imagined scoring in the World Cup would feel like. Or assisting in a goal.Â
âY/n,â Taylor panted, using the hand in your hair to tug you away from her neck.Â
âWhat baby?â you asked, glassy eyes blinking blearily up at her as you again curled your fingers.Â
Her head fell back and hit the wall with a thump. âOh my god,â She moaned low in her throat, fighting to get out whatever she was saying. She swallowed hard, her hands keeping you from continuing your ministrations. âThe door,âÂ
As if on cue, three loud rasps sounded from the door just to your left. âI know youâre in there Y/n. We need to talk. Now,â
Your head fell forward and landed heavily on Taylorâs shoulder as you let out a groan at Kelleyâs voice. âOne second,â
Why did she always have to pick the wrong moment?Â
You pulled back, meeting Taylorâs eyes. âJust stay here,âÂ
She nodded, sucking in a deep breath as you removed yourself from her, and ran your hand through your hair, trying to straighten your ever-messy curls. Your other hand fixed your rumpled shirt, and she frowned. She could have sworn you took yours off when you devested her of hers.Â
You opened the door just a crack, pushing your head out and glaring at Kelley. âWhat? Iâm busy,â
Her eyebrows were pulled tightly together, a frown firmly set in her features. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â
You felt Taylorâs hand on the top of your back, warm and heavy, comforting in a way you werenât sure you would ever really deserve.Â
âA lot of things,â You grumbled, shifting so Kelley couldnât get a good look inside the closet. âIâll need more information to give you a more defined answer,âÂ
Her eyes narrowed. âYou told Alex that she couldnât fix it between you,âÂ
âShe canât,â You shrugged. âAre we done?âÂ
âNo,â Kelley bit back, her hand finding the door to prevent you from slamming it closed. âNot until you talk to your sister and fix this shit,âÂ
You were already shaking your head. âTalking is not something that Alex and I do,â
Kelley snorted. âBut youâll text,âÂ
You shrank a little at her tone.Â
The texting was different. It was safer, more controlled. She wasnât close enough to hurt you. You needed that distance.Â
You felt a hand on your back, rubbing gentle circles at the point that always grew so tense when you were stressed.Â
You let out a breath. âThatâs different. We only text when one of us is winning,âÂ
âIs it?â Kelley pressed, unwilling to let it go. âBecause from the outside, it looks like you share more than just your exercise routine,âÂ
The hand grew more insistent, and you closed your eyes. âI donât want to argue with you,â
You could understand why Kelley was upset. She was protective over the people she loved, and while you knew she cared for you, it was nothing compared to how much she loved your sister. She would always choose Alex over you.Â
And that was ok. It would be weird if it wasnât that way.Â
âNo, you just want to get back to your quick fuck,â
Kelley's mouth twisted around the words, and it felt like a knife slipping into your chest.Â
You flushed red, and a hand caught the back of your collar as you jerked forward. âDonât call her that,âÂ
You knew what your reputation was, but you never expected Kelley to try and use it against you. Taylor was far more than a quick fuck. You cared about her more than you cared about nearly anyone.Â
his was why you hadnât told Kelley yet.Â
Kelley took a step back, sucking in a calming breath through her nose. âLook, all Iâm saying is that you need to cut Alex some slack. Itâs not fair for her with your hot and cold routine. You at least have to meet her halfway,âÂ
âIâm trying,â You sighed, running a hand through your wild curls. âWhat else do you want from me when my own team is fucking trading me because Iâll never be the striker that she is,â
Kelley frowned. âWhat?â
âThose kids said they didnât know my number because it was new. I changed it over a year ago. They didnât have anything for me to sign, because they didnât want my signature. They wanted Alex. Everyone always wants Alex, and thatâs not something she can fix,â You explained, your voice going soft and⊠honest. âI wasnât being cruel. I was being honest,â
âOh,â Kelleyâs frown deepened, as your comment to Alex suddenly made sense.Â
The fans had lied to you when you were already hurt from the trade. They made you feel more unwanted.Â
âYeah oh,â You said, running another hand through your hair. âWe text when one of us is winning. Thatâs our relationship, so just leave it. Is there anything else?âÂ
Kelley shook her head and cleared her throat. âBus leaves in 30,â
You painted a smirk across your features.
âCool, Iâll see you in 29 then,â You said, as you slammed the door, and turned to lean against it. You slid down until you were seated, drawing your knees to your chest and letting your head fall against it with a low thump. âFuck me,â
Why did Kelley always have to make things difficult?
Sure she was kinda right, but why did she have to remind you of that and get you to admit why you were upset? It was so infuriating that she wouldnât let you keep her at arm's length.Â
âI would but I donât think thatâll help,â Taylor chuckled, settling down beside you, resting a hand on your knee.Â
You groaned, blinking at her. You had nearly forgotten she was there. And that she was shirtlessâŠâYouâd be surprised. Thereâs something very⊠freeing about losing yourself in someone else,âÂ
There was something freeing in having all of a womanâs attention. Of you just being enough for them even if it was only for a moment. Of having something Alex never had, and of being in the only situation where you couldnât be compared to her (though a few girls had mused about it afterward, itâs why you started skipping the after-cuddling).Â
Taylor made a low noise, shaking her head. âI think talking will help you more in the long run,âÂ
You shrugged. You didnât want to argue with her.Â
âIâm sorry Kelley interrupted before you couldâŠyou knowâŠâ You blushed deeply, rubbing harder at the back of your neck. You couldnât say the word orgasm.Â
Taylor frowned, her thumb pausing on the inside of your knee. âY/n,âÂ
You didnât stop though. You didnât let her ask you the hard question.Â
âIâm surprised the goon squad didnât stop them, especially since your goons are here too,â You said, scratching your neck, and tugging off your sweatshirt by the hood. âHere,âÂ
You passed her the item, watching with rapt attention as she pulled it on, and her abs flexed.
âJason is getting the car, and Tony is at the end of the hall,â She hummed, doing the button on her pants once your hoodie was on. âI donât really like having an audience,â
You wiggled your eyebrows, painting a charming smile back on your face, even though it took too much effort. âAnd you assumed Iâd jump you?â
It was slightly alarming how easily you locked your emotions away. How you could pretend like there wasnât something bothering you when it had been so obvious just seconds before?Â
It set off red flags in her brain because a talent like that wasnât inherent. It was learned.Â
âNo,â She shook her head, deciding not to comment on how easily you flipped that switch. âI just knew how much I missed you,âÂ
Your mask fell slightly. âI missed you too,âÂ
You meant it. Being away from Taylor was harder than your pride would let you admit.Â
You had never been so⊠taken with someone. So addicted to them. But she made you feel seen and safe. It made you want to spend every second with her, wrapped around her.Â
âCan I take you to dinner?â She asked, squeezing your knee.Â
You shrugged. âI have to go back to the team hotel first to do cool down and check-in,âÂ
âI can pick you up afterward,â Taylor suggested.Â
âThat sounds agreeable,â You nodded, your lips twisting into a devilish smirk. âBut what are we going to do in the,â You looked at the time on your phone. â25 minutes we have before the bus leaves?â
Taylor matched your smirk, catching the front of your shirt and pulling you closer. âI can think of a few things,âÂ
OoOoOoO
March 2017
I, I loved you in spite of Deep fears that the world would divide us So, baby, can we dance Oh, through an avalanche?
You didnât particularly enjoy fancy restaurants. You didnât particularly like most restaurants to begin with, but ones with a dress code always made you uncomfortable. Their menus always had a small font, and the white tablecloths never stayed white.Â
The stuffy atmosphere usually lent itself to stuffy conversations, and it reminded you too much of business lunches or dinners with your parents to ever really enjoy yourself.Â
You had learned over the years that your opinion didnât really matter. That everything wasnât about you. So you were fairly adept at painting a charming smile on and acting normal.Â
It has worked for most of the night with your sisters and Kelley anyway.Â
It was easy when Jen and Jerri were gushing over the new diamond ring on Alexâs finger. When they kept asking for every little detail of how Kelley proposed on top of the Empire State Building.Â
And you played along, never speaking directly to Alex, but not being weird enough that anyone would notice. You wouldnât ruin this for her, or for Kelley.Â
âYou alright over there space cadet?â Jerri asked, nudging your shoulder and pulling your brain from where you were trying to decipher the tiny writing on the menu.Â
You blinked up at the four women, realizing that they (and the waiter) were staring expectantly at you. âWhat?â
âKell asked if you were ready to order,â Jen supplied patiently.Â
You were just grateful that no one giggled, but you blushed anyway.Â
You tried to cover it by snapping your menu closed. âOh, yeah,â
Kelley blinked at you, gesturing towards the waitress. âWhat are you going to order?â
You felt the heat in your cheeks travel up to your ears, but still, you tried to play it off. âOh, you guys can go first,â
Jerri shook her head, placing her hand gently on your arm. âWe already have sweetheart,â
You frowned, squinting down at your closed menu. You had missed them ordering, and now you didnât have time to try and decipher the hieroglyphic font the restaurant had chosen. Not that you would have been able to.Â
The letters tended to go more haywire when you were stressed, and you would be damned before you asked someone to help you. Your jaw worked as you thought of what to say. What could you say?
âYou love chicken parm, and I heard itâs good here,â Alex said casually like it was normal to suggest food items after everyone else had already ordered. âor they have a very good salmon in pink sauce if youâre feeling something lighter,âÂ
Your eyes darted to her for the first time since you had sat down at the stable, and your jaw hung open.Â
Alex intervening so seamlessly when you were struggling wasnât something that had happened since she moved to Berkeley (you couldnât help how you sneered the word in your head).Â
Jerri nudged you again, and you cleared your throat, your eyes still glued to Alex.Â
 âThe salmon sounds good actually,â You mumbled, finally getting your voice to work.Â
The waitress hummed, and you heard her little ticket book close. âIâll go put that in,âÂ
You were sure that Kelley or Jen responded to the girl, but you didnât look away from Alex.Â
It was just soâŠnot Alex of her. For her to have options ready and waiting meant that she had to have thought that you might have trouble. She had to have consciously decided to look for options that you would like too, and to have more than one so you actually got to choose.Â
It meant that she cared.Â
You swallowed very hard. That thought was too overwhelming.Â
Now, at the dinner, after she just got engaged was not the time to contemplate if Alex even had the capability to care about you. It would again make the evening about you when it most certainly was not.Â
You could feel the eyes of Kelley and your sisters, despite the way they restarted their conversation. It was like they were watching a car crash or a roller coaster derail.Â
You felt like a spectacle. Like you were drawing attention when you absolutely should not be. It had alarm bells ringing in your ears.Â
What would your parents say when they heard you had ruined your sisterâs engagement dinner?Â
It was like the walls were closing in, as the conversation at the table blended with the noise from the restaurant around you. It was suffocating.Â
You didnât think before you pushed yourself to your feet, nearly knocking over the chair behind you.Â
âIâm gonna take a bathroom break,â You said, turning on your heel without waiting for a response, not that you would have registered it through the pounding in your ears.Â
You needed to get away.Â
To leave.Â
To put space between you and this version of Alex that somehow gave a fuck about you.Â
You bypassed the hallway that led to the restroom, knowing that someone would eventually find you there. You turned right, brushing past the hostess and out the glass doors into the city.Â
The chilly air hit you like a gasping breath after being underwater for too long. Like water after a practice in Houston in July.Â
You paused just outside the crystal doors, filling your lungs like you had been drowning.Â
You knew you couldnât stand there forever, blocking the entrance to Osteria Carlina, so you headed left, in the direction of your favorite hole-in-the-wall pizza place between Canal and Broadway.Â
You didn't plan to eat there, but you thought that maybe the walk would help you clear your head, and you could be back in time to eat your overpriced salmon. Something about the smell of fresh sauce and baked cheese always made your thoughts clearer.Â
It reminded you of when you were tiny and Alex would take you for pizza after your u6 games. It reminded you of riding on her shoulders on top of the world, even if none of the goals actually mattered.Â
Even if you lost.Â
You just needed a minute to not think, so you could go back and pretend like everything was fine. Like you didnât feel entirely out of place with your sisters and Kelley. And you knew that the sounds of the city and the familiar comfort would do that.Â
You could already feel your airway opening, but you reached up and undid the top two buttons of your shirt anyway as though it would help. It was all in your head anyway.Â
It was always all in your head.Â
You ran a hand through your hair, your nose scrunching involuntarily at the sticky gel you had used to keep your curls in place. You had forgotten your normal wax in Chicago, and the CVS near your hotel wanted 15$ for it.Â
You wanted to look nice for Alex and Kelley, but 15$ wax was not in your budget. Still, you couldnât not do anything with your hair. Wild curls would draw attention to you, and you couldnât do that.Â
You couldnât make this night about you and ruin it for them.Â
God, you probably already had.Â
âIf youâre going to ditch us can you please slow down? Itâs the least you could do,â
Your heart stopped at Alexâs voice, and your feet paused before you consciously decided to listen. You had to swallow down a groan.Â
Of course, she had come after you.Â
It was such an Alex thing to do.Â
You ran another hand through your hair and turned to face her. âWhat are you doing?â
Her eyebrows pulled together as she finally caught up with you. âIâm making sure youâre okay,â
She said it like it was obvious. Like it was normal. Like she wasnât sure why you would ask.Â
âIâm fine,â You mumbled, your hand dragging through your curls to the back of your neck. âGo back to dinner and Iâll rejoin you in a bit,â
Her eyebrow arched. âI think running out of the restaurant constitutes just about anything other than fine,â
You couldnât help how your nose scrunched.
This was the part of your relationship that you had forgotten about. The one that had been masked by annoying persistence since she moved out for college.Â
The one where she actually cared enough to force you to admit when something was wrong.Â
She was pushing you, but it didnât feel like it was for her benefit. It was for you.Â
Your hand fell. âI just needed some air,â Your voice came out horse, strained.Â
Alex hummed, stepping closer to you. âYou got overwhelmed.â
It was a statement, not a question, and it struck you how well she knew you, even though the two of you hadnât had a real conversation in nearly a decade.Â
You stared at her, trying to understand her game. Trying to figure out why she was pretending to care. Trying to dissect how this would benefit her and her perfect image.Â
âWhat do you want from me?â You were thrown off by how small you sounded. How young and⊠terrified the words that left your lips were.Â
Alex caught your arm pulling you into her, closing the little space left between you. âI want you to talk to me,âÂ
âNo,â You instantly pulled away from her, tangling your fingers in your messy curls yet again. âI will not be a distraction,â
âWhat?â Her eyebrows pulled more tightly together.Â
Your fingers caught in a curl at the back of your head, the one that always seemed to tangle no matter what you did. You harshly tugged at it, the little pinpricks of pain helping you stay grounded.Â
Except this time it didn't help.Â
It didnât give you enough to focus on to crack some smart-ass remark or shove your feelings into a tiny box.Â
It was too much.Â
âItâs all Iâve ever been,â The words spilled from your lips before you could stop them, like blood gushing from an open wound that you had tried and failed to stitch together too many times before.Â
Alex softened, and she took a step towards you, gently catching your arm and pulling it towards her, effectively stopping your from ripping your hair out.Â
âMonkey,â She said softly.Â
You jerked away, like a wounded animal. You would not let her pretend that she didnât think that. That she didnât hate how you followed after her when you were young, that she didnât despise how you distracted from her. Â
âNo! I heard you. Iâm just the spare Morgan chasing after you, taking peopleâs attention off of you, and joining in uninvited on your opportunities. This will not be like that. I wonât fuck this up for you. You need to go back, and Iâll be there in a few minutes,âÂ
The words forced themselves out of your lips like they had been waiting to leave for forever. They broke you apart as you choked trying to hold in your emotions. As you fought to close the lid back on Pandoraâs box.Â
Alex caught you again, pulling you into her, and you quaked against her chest, sucking in strangled breaths. Her arms wrapped around you, squeezing you tightly, just like she did when you were little after a busy trip to the mall when the crowds had made your tummy flutter.Â
You didnât fight her, instead burying your face in her neck, curling into her like you hadnât since she left for college.Â
She held you like the two of you had all the time in the world. Like you weren't on a random sidewalk with random people walking around you.Â
She didnât pull back until your trembling had slowed and your breathing had evened out, and she very gently ran her thumb under your eyes.Â
You hadnât even realized you were crying.Â
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â She asked when your eyes met her identical blue.Â
âYou said it,â You mumbled, sniffing lightly.Â
Alexâs eyes scrunched and a crinkle appeared between them. âWhen?âÂ
 âI was trying to surprise you at Berkley. Mom thought I had practice, and I took the bus. I heard you,â You said, your eyes closing as that day played back through your head.Â
It had taken some serious convincing from Jen that Alex missed you, and that she was desperate to see you since you had gone radio silent on her. You had been so excited as you waited near the Berkeley bleachers for their practice to finish.Â
She had been walking with one of her teammates, and they were talking about someone Coach McGuire was going to invite to practice.Â
âIt just makes no sense, why would he extend that kind of an offer to a kid?â The girl you didnât recognize said, nudging your sister as they stepped off the field. âLike fuck, it has to suck to always have your younger sister getting opportunities off of your hard work,âÂ
Alex hummed, shifting her bag over her shoulder, and you moved to be more hidden under the bleachers.Â
The little sound was like a knife in your chest, deflating the balloon of excitement that had been there since you snuck out this morning.Â
Alex didnât want to see you. She thought you were getting things off of her hard work.
âDonât they understand that you want something thatâs yours?â The girl continued, and you bit down hard on your lip to stop the tears from leaking down your cheeks. âYou should have to deal with her being a distraction from your greatness,âÂ
You would never cry for Alex again.Â
You shook your head and refocused on Alex in front of you, shoving away the cracking feeling in your stomach.Â
âGo back to your dinner. Iâll be there in a bit,â You said, forcing your voice steady. Emotionless. In control. âI promise Alex. I just needed some air,âÂ
âNo,â Alex said sternly, her arm tightening around you so you couldnât pull away. âDonât do that. Donât shut down on me. I'm not going anywhere,â
You blinked at her, fighting to swallow the warmth that spread through you. It couldnât be real. She couldnât be honest about this.Â
You had already resolved that she didnât actually care about you. That she loathed the responsibility of you from when you were younger. You couldnât wrap your head around anything else.Â
And before you could stop it the strangled âWhy?â Fell from your lips.Â
She chuckled, running her thumb under your eyes again and wiping away the tears that would not stop. âBecause I fucking love you, and I canât read your fucking mind, no matter how many times I told you I could when you were little,âÂ
You knew the comment was meant to draw a chuckle or a smile, but it didnât.Â
Alex ducked her head when you tried to look away, not letting you break eye contact. Not letting you bury your emotions and draw back into yourself. Making sure you heard her. âI want to fix our relationship. Iâve wanted to fix it since you stopped talking to me when I moved out. I donât understand what happened, even though I probably should, and I canât if you donât tell me,âÂ
You sniffled, unable to stop yourself from leaning into her touch as her thumb ran circles under your eyes, clearing away the tears as they continued to fall. It warmed your cheeks, and traveled down to your tummy. It made you feel⊠safe. Something you hadnât really felt that way (aside from when you were with Taylor) since you were 12.Â
The two of you stood like that for a long minute, stuck in your own bubble, uncaring of the crowds rushing around you.Â
It took you another moment to realize Alexâs eyebrow was raised, and that she was looking at you like she always had when she expected a response.Â
You swallowed hard. âOk,âÂ
The word was simple but held a weight not lost on either of you. What you were agreeing to wasnât lost, and neither was the vulnerability it took to let it out.Â
Alexâs head tilted, a smile tugging at her lips. âOk.âÂ
You nodded, finally pulling yourself out of her grasp and wiping your face with your arm. âIâll try. Old habits die hard,â
âI know,â Alex hummed, and you knew she was saying more.
She was saying that she knew how hard it was for you to voice your feelings sometimes. How difficult it was for you to be open.Â
She was saying that she knew you.Â
And it had a warm feeling filtering deep in your tummy.Â
You looked away, clearing your throat. âWe should go back. Itâs your night and you should get to enjoy it,â
Alex sighed.â This doesnât change my ability to enjoy my night. If you need more time, we have plenty,â
Your shoulders rolled, and your back straightened. Your fingers tangled in the baby hairs at the back of your neck.Â
It was something Alex had seen a million times. The way you pieced yourself back together, even when you didnât necessarily have to. Even when you werenât ready to.Â
It was unsettling, how little this part of you had changed.Â
âThe only bad thing about the city lights is that you canât see the stars,â She said, watching how the abrupt change in subject took an immediate effect.Â
You blinked at her, your eyes instinctively glancing upward towards the sky, and your shoulders relaxing.Â
Bingo she thought.Â
You might not have had a conversation with her in years, but she still knew you. And your obsession with astronomy⊠well more like your obsession with Greek mythology and stars⊠hadnât changed.Â
You hadnât changed all that much. Well, most of you, no matter how much you wanted to pretend otherwise.Â
âCanis Minor is there,â You mumbled, pointing up at the sky barely visible surrounded by the neon lights of the city. âAnd Vela and Volans are there. Itâs hard, but you can make them out,â
She hummed, not at all surprised that you could pick out the constellations even when you could only see a small part of them. But that wasnât the point.
The point was how you relaxed.Â
You looked back towards her, your hand dropping as you let out a shaky breath. Â
âLetâs go back,â You said. âI donât want your food to get cold,âÂ
Alex nodded. âAs long as youâre ready,âÂ
You made a low sound in the back of your throat and turned back towards the restaurant. âLetâs go,âÂ
She signed, reminding herself that everything wouldnât be fixed in a day. You wouldnât be fixed in a day. It would take baby steps, and you had given her more today than you had in years.Â
âOk,â She agreed, letting you lead her back towards the restaurant, and your family.Â
*****
âYou sure you donât want a ride kid?â Kelley asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.Â
You nodded, forcing a smile across your lips. âOh yeah, Iâm good,âÂ
The end of dinner had actually been nice.Â
No one had said a thing when you and Alex returned to the table, just before your food arrived. The conversation had been light, focused on the proposal, and no one had tried to force you to join in.Â
They hadnât even batted an eyelash when you pulled out your phone to text your girlfriend about where you would be sleeping, and made eye contact with the two men who had taken up a table in the back corner of the restaurant.
Desert had been⊠almost pain-free, which set you on edge.Â
Nothing in your family came without a cost, and you wondered what it would be. Especially since Alex had come after you.Â
But everyone said their goodbyes and headed to their cars with very little fanfare.Â
All except for Kelley who was worried when you lingered near the entrance of the restaurant.Â
âYou donât have to stand here with me,â you said, glancing down the street, looking for the familiar black Escalade you assumed Taylor would be sending to retrieve you. You figured Tony was driving, since he had disappeared, leaving Zach to linger a few feet away from you. âI'm just waiting for my Uber,â
Kelley made a low noise. âAnd while Iâm sure your new mob friends could take care of you, Alex would kill me if I left you here without knowing your plan,âÂ
You blew out a breath, a strange warmth in your stomach at the thought that Alex would care. âMy ride should be just around the corner. You can go, and Iâll be fine,âÂ
It didnât even bug you that Emily had apparently convinced her you were in the mob too.Â
âBurrito girl?â She asked, her features softening.Â
You nodded, glancing sideways toward where Alex was standing. âSatisfied now?â
You werenât ready for your older sister to know yet. You werenât ready to hear about how you werenât mature enough. Or how your reputation would impact your relationship.Â
You didnât want to be lectured about how much older Taylor was.Â
Kelley wiggled her eyebrows as a black Escalade pulled around the corner. âVery,â
âYouâre far too smug about this,â You huffed, again glancing towards your sister, who still seemed oblivious to your conversation.Â
Kelley followed your eyes, and her smirk softened. âYou know she wouldnât be upset that youâre seeing someone right? She just wants you to be happy,âÂ
âI know,â You mumbled, feeling the kid you had forced over your emotions rattle in your chest. You had already been too vulnerable tonight. âI just⊠Iâm still figuring it all out, and I donât want the pressure yet,âÂ
Kelley made a low noise of agreement in the back of her throat. Like she wanted to argue with you, but knew you werenât in a place to listen.
You wondered how much she knew about your earlier moment with Alex. How she knew so well not to push.Â
The black Escalade came to a smooth stop in front of you, and Zach stepped up from behind you to stand near the rear passenger door.Â
You appreciated that he didnât say anything.Â
âTell your burrito mob boss hello,â Kelley said, patting your back. âAnd Iâll take care of your sister,âÂ
You rolled your eyes goodnaturedly at her before Zach opened the door for you and you slid into the backseat of the car.Â
Zach closed the door behind you and was in the passenger seat before you could think too hard about what Kelley had said.Â
âTo Taylorâs apartment?â Tony asked you, glancing at you in the rearview mirror. âOr did you want to make a pitstop first?â
You blinked at him, not expecting to have a choice in where he was taking you. You figured Taylor had given him instructions already. That he would do whatever she told him to because she was the one paying his (probably incomprehensibly expensive) salary.Â
You cleared your throat, meeting his eyes in the mirror. âTaylorâs apartment is fine, thanks,â
âNo problem kid,â He winked, his eyes returning to the street ahead of him.Â
Zach reached forward and flicked the radio, letting quiet pop fill the car, and you relaxed back into the leather seats.Â
It was weird. This was weird. You felt so⊠off balance after your moment with Alex. It made you feel so vulnerable.Â
You needed to get rid of the raw feeling in your chest. You needed control.Â
You swallowed hard and looked out the window as the lights of the city passed.Â
*****
One thing you absolutely loved about Taylorâs apartment was that it was always stocked with sweets. And since you had started dating, your favorites seemed to appear alongside the treats that she enjoyed.Â
âHow was dinner?â She asked you, passing you the container of chocolate frosting as you sat on her kitchen counter.Â
She was dressed in short shorts and an old Philadelphia Eagles shirt, her feet bare. She was relaxed and comfortable. Which felt like a stark contrast to needles prickling in your stomach. The pins tingling the back of your neck.Â
She had been waiting for you near the elevator when the SUV pulled into her private garage, and she welcomed you with a hug that was so⊠warm that it almost made you forget how raw you felt.Â
She held you as you ascended to her apartment, and all the way into her kitchen, asking if you were up for a bit of dessert.Â
You were surprised she hadnât immediately tried to get you to talk about dinner with your sisters and Kelley. That she didnât pry into it the second she had the chance like Mal would have.Â
Now you found that you didnât mind the question.Â
âFine,â You shrugged, sticking a spoon in the frosting and twisting it around, lifting it to examine the scoop you had made. âThey mostly gushed over the ring Kelley picked, and how romantic it was to propose on the Empire State Building,â
You licked your spoon, pulling it into your mouth, and your eyes closed at the taste.Â
It was silky and smooth, much better than the cheap frosting you always brought.Â
âYou donât think itâs gush-worthy?â Taylor asked when your eyes fluttered back open.Â
You paused, thinking about it for a long second as you got another scoop of frosting.Â
You actually thought Kelleyâs proposal was sweet. It combined some of your sisterâs favorite things and one of her favorite places. It made sense.Â
But it was so cliché.
 âFor Alex it is,â You shrugged, sticking the spoon in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the ridges to get all of the delicious chocolate.Â
Taylor hummed, stepping up between your legs, her hands running gently over the dark denim of our jeans. âBut itâs not what you would want?â
You shook your head, scooping a bit more frosting on your spoon.Â
âI think Iâd want something more creative,â You said, your lips quirked up, as you held the spoon out for her. âYou know, like under the Eiffel Tower,â
âSo original,â She rolled her eyes, letting you slip the spoon past her lips.
Sharing food with her was a habit you had picked up. Something that settled the nagging feeling in the back of your mind that she was too skinny. That there was something⊠wrong with her relationship to food.Â
Her fingers tightened around your thighs and you tilted the spoon up and her chin tilted to follow, exposing the long lines of her neck. You traced them with your eyes, swallowing hard.Â
It had want bubbling in your stomach alongside the needles. It had you leaning into where you knew this evening was heading. Into the coping mechanism that hadnât failed you yet, even though you so desperately wanted things with Taylor to be different.Â
But maybe tonight they didnât have to be.Â
You hummed, pulling the spoon away.Â
She let her tongue trail along it, her eyes fluttering open to make eye contact with you. âThatâs good,â
âYou bought it, so I would hope you like it,â
You dipped the spoon back into the container, pulling up a glob of frosting and bringing it to your lips.Â
She watched you intently, waiting for the spoon to leave your mouth with a little pop before very slowly leaning in. It gave you enough time to pull away if you wanted to, but you didnât want to.Â
You needed this. To feel in control.Â
You leaned forward, connecting your lips in a languid kiss. Her tongue gently pressed against your lips, and you opened your mouth to grant her access.Â
It carefully explored around your mouth, dancing with your tongue in a slow waltz, licking the residual frosting from every surface it touched.Â
She let out a low noise in the back of her throat as she pulled away. âThat one tasted better,âÂ
You wiggled your eyebrows, dropping the spoon back into the container. âDid it now?âÂ
âIt did,â She nodded, her thumbs running up and down your thighs.Â
You leaned forward, connecting your lips again and slowly sliding off the counter. Your hands landed heavily on her hips and her arms draped across your shoulders, pulling you closer, her fingers playing with the baby hairs at the back of your neck.Â
It was easy for you to snatch control of the kiss, Taylor gave it to you willingly.Â
It should have smoothed over the frayed edges of your nerves. It should have quieted your thoughts and made you more present.Â
Instead, you slipped farther into your head.Â
You replayed the feelings of Alexâs hand in your hair, the weight of her arm around you. How you had made a promise you werenât sure you really wanted to keep.Â
Your lips never left her as she took a step back towards the hallway that led to her room, and you slipped your fingers under the hem of her shirt, skating along the waistband of her shorts.
You loved the smooth skin there, and the goosebumps that trailed after your light touch. They distracted you so much that you didnât notice her turning down the hallway until you were stumbling over your feet to keep up.Â
Her lips tilted into a smirk as she used her newfound leverage to switch your position.Â
Your back hit the wall with a low thump. Her lips reattached to yours, one hand tangling in the hair at the base of your skull, and the other cupped your chin as she pressed you into the wall, her thigh landing heavily between your legs.Â
It was more demanding, more needy, more in control.Â
It jarred you out of your head. Out of the rabbit hole of how being honest with Alex would help you link the back line to the front line better. Of how it would allow more line breaking balls through towards the edge where your sister always danced to stay onside.Â
âYou didnât think I was a pillow princess did you?â She asked, winking at your surprised eyes.Â
You let out a sigh at the pressure against your core, doing everything in your power to prevent your hips from pulling back when she rocked against you.Â
This you werenât used to. This you had never done with anyone besides Mal.Â
You sucked in a breath through your nose, deciding to focus on the things that you enjoyed. You leaned into the kiss.Â
You liked the way her tongue explored your mouth. You liked how her fingers twitched against your jaw before they made their way to your collar.Â
Your head tilted to give her more room as she began trailing warm, wet kisses down your neck.
A shiver ran down your spine when she hit the spot just below your right ear, and you let out another low sigh. She echoed the sound, her fingers deft as they undid the first button of your shirt.Â
She let the blunt nail of her pointer finger graze your collarbone, trailing after her as she moved to the next button, leaving flames in its wake.Â
Goosebumps erupted on the newly exposed skin, and you felt her smirk against your neck.Â
Her long fingers splayed across your abs, tapping out a rhythm you couldnât define.Â
âDo you know how amazing these are?â She asked, her warm breath hitting the damp skin of your neck and sending a shiver down your spine as her fingers tapped you a bit harder. âI think about them all the time. Itâs not fair that Iâve only gotten glimpses of them, especially with how much you show them off,â
âYou were a bit distracted,â You smirked, projecting confidence that you didnât feel, your fingers closing around her hips, trying to maintain a sliver of control.Â
She flexed her thigh again to prevent you from flipping your positions though.Â
âHmm,â She hummed, a devilish smile cracking across her lips as she dropped to her knees. Your breath caught in your throat, and you splayed your hands on the wall behind you, trying to hide how much they were shaking.Â
You didnât know how to handle this. How to do this.Â
âWell Iâm not distracted now, and Iâm going to give them the attention they deserve,â She said, her hands moving the edges of your shirt out of the way.Â
You raised an eyebrow at her. âAre you now?âÂ
Your voice barely wobbled as you spoke, and you took it as a win.Â
âI am,â she nodded, determination glinting in her eyes. She leaned forward, placing an open mouth kiss on the abb right above your left hip. Her tongue followed the ridge of the muscle to the other side.Â
you bit your bottom lip and allowed your head to fall back against the wall with a low thump.Â
You liked this touch. More than any touch you had ever had before. You had never let anyone get this far before, not even Mal really.Â
Things had been quick with her, like touching you was an unpleasant chore. One neither of you had ever been fond of.Â
This. This was different.Â
Taylor took her time, lavishing each individual muscle as her warm mouth traveled around your stomach. A chill trailed after her lips, the air landing on your wet skin sending goosebumps across your flesh, stoking a foreign fire in your belly that was almost enough to quiet the growing dread.Â
Almost.Â
She made her way up your stomach, placing a line of kisses up your chest and collarbone before she again landed on the special spot on your neck.Â
âLetâs get you out of these pants,âÂ
You sucked in a harsh breath through your nose, forcing yourself to remain relaxed. You tried to enjoy the feeling of her hands tracing the residue left on your stomach. Tried to focus on the softness of her lips on your neck and the scent of her perfume.Â
Tried to let it drive away ghosts of calloused fingers and gruff voices.Â
It almost worked.Â
Then her thumb flicked open the button of your jeans, and you couldnât temper your reaction. You couldnât quell the growing anxiety in your chest. You froze, every muscle in your body going rigid for a split second before you could force them to relax again.Â
You hoped that Taylor wouldnât notice, but she did.Â
âY/n?â She said softly as she pulled back, her hands retreating from their position at your waist to cup your cheek, and her leg falling from between yours.Â
Your eyes slowly fluttered open and met very worried blue. You could see the questions forming. The concern dripped from her form.Â
But you knew you couldnât answer. You werenât ready to unlock Pandora's box yet. Not when you knew you would never be able to shut it again. You only knew one way to stop her from asking. One way to regain control.Â
You surged forward, your hands on her hips giving you the leverage to push her back against the wall opposite of you. Your mouth landed hot against her neck, lavishing the soft skin with open-mouthed kisses, and your thigh slotted between her legs pressing into her core with the perfect amount of pressure to distract her.Â
âIâm ok,â You muttered hotly into her ear, pressing more firmly into her center. âLet me make you feel good,âÂ
She sucked in a breath, her hips stuttering like they wanted to grind against you, but she wouldnât let them.Â
You dragged your tongue down her neck, letting your teeth just barely graze her sensitive skin, and rocked your hips. Your thumbs scared along the sliver of skin just above her shorts trying to convince her to just go with it.Â
To let her let you distract her.Â
You thought for a second that it had worked, as a low groan left her lips. You thought that maybe you had⊠derailed her enough to forget about your momentary lapse in the hold you had on your emotions. But just as you went to slip your hand into her pants she stopped you.Â
Her palm pressed firmly into your chest, insistent until you pulled away enough to make eye contact with her.Â
âI want us to both feel good,â she said sternly.Â
You swallowed at the comment, fighting to keep your face neutral.Â
âMaking you feel good will make me feel good,â You said, trying to lean back in, but the hand on your chest stopped you.Â
âY/n you tensed,â She said, her blue eyes burning into yours, looking for answers, the charge between you melting away.Â
You sighed as you pulled away from her until your back hit the wall opposite of her. You ran a hand through your messy curls and glared up at her ceiling, unable to look at her.Â
You were afraid that if you did, she would be able to read your mind. She would see the⊠brokenness you fought so hard to hide. But you had never been able to hide from Taylor.Â
Even before you were dating, you had let her closer to you than anyone had ever gotten before. She was scarily perceptive and had been able to read you from the beginning of your friendship even better than Mal could (and that was saying something). Her abilities only seemed to get more acute as you got closer.Â
This was the only area she hadnât seemed to pick up on.Â
You let yourself slide down the wall, your eyes closing as you sucked in another breath. You still felt so raw from your talk with Alex. Too⊠vulnerable. Like opening up again would finally crack your chest in half.Â
âIâm,â You started and stopped, unsure of what you were actually going to say. âIâm not good at receiving,â
You settled on the phrase, drawing up the courage to finally open your eyes, pulling your knees close to your chest and resting your chin on them.Â
You were surprised that Taylor had slid down her own wall so she was sitting across from you and mirroring your posture.Â
She made a low sound in the back of her throat, and her eyebrows furrowed. âYouâre not good at it?âÂ
There was no judgment in her voice. None of the disgust you expected.Â
âI canât ever get out of my head enough to⊠enjoy it I guess,â You cleared your throat and looked away from her, ignoring the heat in your cheeks. âNo oneâs ever noticed beforeâ
It was a semi-truth. In your slew of hookups, no one had ever cared. No one had pushed back when you stopped them. No one had ever not let you distract them.Â
But then again, Taylor was nothing like your hookups.Â
You actually had feelings for her that stretched beyond self-loathing and the need to be in control of something. To be good enough. There was nothing quite like the rush that came from making a beautiful woman fall apart under you. It was irrefutable evidence that you were capable.Â
Taylorâs eyes tightened. It physically hurt her that none of your past partners (if she could call them that) had cared enough beyond their own needs to see the obvious. And that you were willing to bypass your own comfort so someone else could feel good.Â
She wanted to kick herself for not noticing that something was wrong sooner.Â
âYouâve never talked through limits or likes and dislikes with any of the people youâve slept with?â
You ran another hand through your hair (making it impossibly more messy) and let out a very long breath.Â
You shrugged. âWe were never doing anything beyond vanilla and it never progressed past a few one-sided orgasms,â
You had never let any of them touch you. Hell, you hadnât even gotten undressed for most of them. The thought of doing anything⊠kinky sent a shiver down your spine so you hadnât. It was just easier to keep distance from the people you slept with. It was safer that way.Â
Taylor shifted, very slowly scooting towards you, reaching out to place a gentle hand on your foot like she thought you would freak out if she moved too fast.Â
âWell, I think thereâs a need now,â Taylor said, watching your every movement.Â
Your eyes were scarily hollow, accented by the red that rimmed them from the time you had made it to her apartment. She had wanted to ask about it. Pushed just a little to find out if you had been crying, and why. But you didnât seem to want to talk about it.Â
You had pivoted to sex almost as soon as she tried to bring it up. It sent red flags up in her mind. Red flags that only got brighter.Â
She couldnât help but replay every interaction the two of you had had in her mind. There would be time to agonize over every little detail later, but even now, your⊠reluctance to undress, or allow her to touch you was glaringly obvious. How the moment she flipped your typical script, you couldnât hide it anymore.Â
She was slightly ashamed she hadnât noticed it before. That she had ignored the signs of your discomfort, even if they were well masked.Â
Have you ever wanted to have sex? Had she put you in a position where you didnât feel like you could refuse?Â
She never wanted you to feel forced, whether that was about talking about how you were feeling or having sex. She wanted you to feel comfortable enough to tell her when you werenât ok with something.Â
Your nose dipped behind your thighs, your forehead pressed into your knees, and you squeezed your arms more tightly around them like you were literally trying to hold yourself together.Â
Her heart broke a little more at the barely audible âokâ that left your lips.Â
She scooted closer to you, her hand carefully drawing up your shin and weaving in your curls. Her nails scratched gently on your scalp, and you practically melted.Â
Your shoulders relaxed and you let out a long breath before you shifted to look up at her, your chin balanced on your knees.Â
She brushed a curl from in front of your eyes. âWhen did you start to feel uncomfortable?â
You scrunched your nose. It was a hard question.Â
 You werenât sure how you were supposed to explain that your mind went to soccer as soon as anything remotely intimate started. How were you supposed to explain that you were just defective?Â
But maybe you didnât have to.Â
She didnât ask you that. All she asked was when you started to feel uncomfortable, and that answer was easy.
It was the moment your back hit the wall. The moment you were jarred out of the safe space in your head.
The moment she forced you to be present, unlike every other girl you had ever been with. Â
But you werenât entirely uncomfortable. Maybe at the start, but you had enjoyed parts of being with her. You wanted to enjoy being with her. But you were just⊠incapable. DefectivesÂ
You settled for a shrug, curling tighter into yourself. You didnât want her to see how⊠fucked up you were. It would only push her away.
Thatâs what pushed Mal away. And Alex. And your parents.Â
You would never be good enough, and you had just wanted to pretend as long as you could. You werenât ready to lose Taylor yet.Â
âOk. Itâs ok,â Taylorâs voice was gentle, and her hand trailed to tangle in the baby curls at the back of your neck. âLetâs try something else. Can you tell me what you liked?â
Your eyebrows furrowed. âThis time?âÂ
âAny of the times,â She said soothingly, her fingers never stopping their gentle scratches at the back of your neck.Â
You closed your eyes, leaning back into her hand. âI like it when you do this,âÂ
She hummed, and you could hear a smile in it. âAnything else?â
âI like kissing you,â You mumbled, feeling the red flair in your cheeks.Â
Her lips always tasted like coffee, and something so⊠Taylor. They were addictive in the best way.Â
âAnd I like holding you,â You added. There was something comforting about having her in your arms. Something that made you feel safe. âAnd I like it when you hold me,âÂ
âBut the rest?â She asked you gently.Â
Your shoulders lifted and fell. You did what was expected of you. What you knew worked.Â
You went with the flow just like Emily told you too, and then had been too caught in your head to savor the moment. To take in all of the little details that you wanted to remember. No matter how hard you fought, you just⊠couldnât.Â
You quite liked touching her too, but you knew there was something wrong with your inability to remain in the moment when you did. You knew that she deserved for you to be present.Â
âIâm just not good at receiving,â You repeated, misery leaking into your tone.Â
It was the only response you could come up with. The only explanation that remotely made sense. This was when she would realize you were⊠defective. This was when she would leave. But she didnât.Â
She gently squeezed the back of your neck. A silent request for you to look at her and a comforting touch that told you that it was ok. It took you a second to gain the courage to look up, but when you did, you didnât see the disgust you expected.Â
Her eyes were soft, sad, and they held another emotion you couldnât quite put your finger on. âI like holding and kissing you too,â
She shifted a little closer to you, so her knee was touching yours. âAnd Iâll hold and kiss you for as long as youâll let me, at whatever pace makes you feel comfortable,âÂ
You made a low noise.Â
It was strange. Conceptually, you could understand what she was saying, but you had never been with someone who didnât judge you based on your ability to give them an orgasm. You wondered how long her patience would last. How long would she stay when she realized how deeply you were fucked up.Â
âHow about we go cuddle on the couch and watch a movie?â She asked, squeezing the back of your neck gently.Â
Your nose scrunched as she pulled away, pushing herself to her feet and holding her hand out to you. âYou know I donât like movies,âÂ
You didnât have the attention span for them, and you would inevitably get bored halfway through.Â
She hummed, wiggling her fingers so you would take her hand. âHow about survivor then?âÂ
Your tension melted at the mention of your favorite show, and your easy smile returned to your features.
âYes! We have to watch Heroes vs Villains so you can see Russel at his finest,â You said, allowing her to pull you into her side.
âWhatever you want sunshine,â She kissed your forehead and guided you back towards her living room.Â
It felt like going to her bedroom was too much, too fast. She didnât want you to think she had some⊠expectations despite the clear signs that you were not ready to progress past cuddling. Not while you would so easily compromise your limits.Â
Not while your limits still felt so unclear.Â
She knew that it would take time to work through that, and she was willing to wait and help you for as long as it took.Â
*****
Soft morning light filtered into your consciousness, waking you gently. You breathed in deeply, shifting on a bed that you knew wasnât yours.Â
It smelled like lilacs and Taylorâs perfume, sweet and inviting and safe. You could hear soft music from somewhere else in the apartment and felt cool sheets next to you.Â
You frowned, pushing yourself to a sitting position with a yawn. It was rare you woke up after Taylor. That you slept in in general.Â
But it shouldnât have surprised you with what had happened last night. Sure, the two of you had fallen asleep together just after Pavarti and Russel had schemed to take down the Heroâs tribe during the merge. Taylor held you just like she promised, but you should have known it wouldnât last.Â
A good nights sleep had opened her eyes. She had reflected and decided you were too⊠broken to be worth it.Â
âFuck,â You mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes with the palms of your hands.Â
You should have stopped her before she got to your pants. You should have been more subtle and slipped your position instead of tensing.Â
You should have been prepared to lose hold on the iron box that held your emotions. You should have had more control.Â
But you didnât, and now you were most likely going to lose your girlfriend.Â
She would break up with you in the sweetest way possible. She would say that it was her. That she was the problem, and you would accept that.Â
You would nod along, and make it easy for her. Just like you had with Mal when she told you that Dansby was her soulmate. That he was so good and perfect.Â
You dragged your hands up your face, and into your hair, ruffling your messy curls as you pushed yourself out of bed. There was no point in drawing this out longer than it needed to be. Â
You stretched, pulling your shirt down over your boxers as you padded out of Taylorâs room towards the sound of the music. You could also make out soft voices as you got closer. Your eyebrows furrowed. Who was Taylor talking to?Â
You peeked your head around the corner, your frown deepening when you saw a redhead sitting at the island across from Taylor, a large stack of papers sitting to the right of her, drinking a cup of coffee and humming to a song you had never heard before.Â
Why was she here?Â
Taylor turned from the stove, catching sight of you before you could hide back behind the wall. âHey babe, good morning,â She said brightly, smiling widely at you.Â
âMorning,â You said slowly, stepping out from behind the hallway wall.Â
She gestured to the woman across from her. âThis is Tree,â
âHello,â You waved awkwardly at the redhead.Â
âShe just swang by to hear a bit of the new album,â Taylor explained easily, turning back towards the cabinets. âDo you want some coffee?â
Tree smiled brilliantly at you, showing off perfectly white teeth in a way that surprisingly didnât feel forced.Â
But you could sense the lie in Taylorâs explanation of why her publicist was there. Of why the woman who handled all of Taylorâs outward appearances appeared with a massive contract right after you had shown her how defective you were?Â
âItâs a pleasure to meet you,â She said, pushing out the stool next to her, a clear invitation to sit.Â
You shifted awkwardly from foot to foot and dragged a hand through your hair.Â
Neither of them seemed⊠angry. Or like they were plotting the fastest way to get you out of the apartment. But you didnât trust it. All of your instincts told you not to.Â
âNice to meet you too,â You said slowly, stepping towards the stool and gesturing to the stack of papers. âListen, Iâll sign whatever you want me to sign. Can I just take a shower before you kick me out?â
âWhat?â Taylor and Tree said in unison, Taylor nearly dropping the mug she was holding and Treeâs eyes tightening.Â
âI just hate to put on clean clothes without showering,â You scratched more insistently at the back of your neck, your fingers tangling in the tight curls at the base of your skull. âAnd Alex and Kelley would think itâs weird if I show up to their house in what I wore last night, and I wonât be able to accurately answer their questions,â
Taylorâs eyebrows pulled tightly together and she set the mug down, stepping closer to the island. âY/n, slow down,âÂ
You ignored her. You knew you were rambling at this point but you couldnât stop yourself. âI promise Iâll be in and out in like 5 minutes. I wonât even do my hair,âÂ
âY/n stop,â Taylor moved around the island, catching your hand as it began to tug at the roots of your curls.
âWhat are you talking about?â She asked you softly, ducking to catch your eye.Â
âYouâre going to break up with me because of what happened,â You rushed out, catching her frown and immediately backtracking. âWhich is totally fine. I understand that you want someone⊠with less baggage. I just want to take a shower before you make me leave,â
âIâm not breaking up with you,âÂ
You blinked at her. What was that supposed to mean?Â
Was she going to make you do it so she could be the good guy? Was her publicist there to witness it so they could write a story about it?Â
âDo you want me to break up with you then?â You asked, softly. You hated the fragility in your voice.Â
Taylorâs head cocked to the side and she raised an eyebrow at you. âNo,âÂ
It was your turn to frown. âI donât understand whatâs happening,â
âIâm not breaking up with you. Youâre not breaking up with me,â She said like it was simple, tugging you towards the stools. âYouâre going to sit down and drink your coffee while I make breakfast. You can talk to Tree if you like, or just listen to some of the tracks from my new album. But no one is getting kicked out or leaving,â
âOh,â You breathed out, your shoulders dropping. âI donât like eggs,â
âI know,â Taylor rolled her eyes, an amused smirk on her lips as she turned back towards the counter. âIâm making pancakes,â
âWith chocolate chips?â You asked, watching her warily as you took the seat next to Tree slowly.Â
You felt like you were in a stupid rom-com that Alex would like. Like you were the idiot boyfriend who was lost.Â
âOf course,â Taylor hummed, sliding you a mug. âDrink your coffee,âÂ
âSo I heard youâre going to be playing for Washington this season,â Tree said, and you really looked at her for the first time.Â
Her eyes were kind, and she actually seemed⊠interested.Â
âIf they ever get me a place to live,â You shrugged, clearing your throat. âTheir manager keeps giving me the runaround and preseason starts in like 2 weeks,â
Her eyebrows pulled tightly together and she tapped her perfectly manicured nail on the edge of her mug, just beside the tea bag string. âThey havenât figured that out yet?â
âNo. The only option they sent me doesnât allow pets, which is a serious problem for my 3 huskies,â You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.Â
To be honest, your move to DC was nearly as painful as the one from North Carolina to Chicago. You just hoped that this time there wouldnât be a dismembered toe in whatever apartment they put you up in. And hopefully, you had working ACâŠ
The redhead's frown deepened. âDonât you have a manager that takes care of that?âÂ
Your nose scrunched. âHeâs not helpful,â
Your manager, Travis, had never been⊠involved. You were one of his 70 clients, and he preferred to do nothing besides collect his paycheck while teams fucked you this way and that. He rarely ever answered your calls, and when he did, he acted like a total slimeball. One more than one occasion he had insisted that he could turn you straight.Â
Taylor turned away from the stove, meeting Treeâs frown. You could tell there was a question on the tip of her tongue, one you probably didnât want to answer just as much as you didnât want to talk about what had happened last night.Â
Tree shook her head slightly, a movement just barely perceptible, making a low sound in the back of her throat and pulling out her phone. âIâll take care of it,â
You blanched as Taylor turned back to the stove, flipping a pancake.Â
You reached for Treeâs arm before she could fully stand from her stool. âNo, that's ok. I can figure it out,âÂ
You didnât need anyone else to get involved. You didnât need to make a big deal out of this. You were sure it would only make it worse for you when you arrived.Â
Youâd heard that the Washington coach Richie was no better than Paul or Rory, and you knew the only way to deal with it was by not making waves. By gritting your teeth and keeping your head down.Â
Tree smiled, squeezing your arm and grabbing her phone as she stepped towards the back balcony. âIâll be right back,âÂ
You sighed when she disappeared through the glass doors, sinking into the stool, looping your hand through the mug handle, and taking a long drag of your coffee.Â
It was perfect. Sweet and light exactly how you liked it, and the soft music playing in the background only made it better. You had never heard this song before. It was just a guitar track, with Taylorâs voice and you found yourself entranced by it.Â
I know that itâs delicate, delicate.
You pressed your fingers into the side of your mug as you took another long sip, your eyes following Taylor as she hummed along to the song while flipping the pancakes onto a plate.Â
She turned back towards you, sliding the plate across the marble island, and leaning against it. She waited for you to take a bite of your favorite breakfast, smiling when your eyes practically rolled back into your head at the taste.Â
Her new music wasnât the only reason Tree had visited. But she knew she had to explain that very⊠carefully. She didn't want to set you off, especially when you still seemed so frazzled from the night before. When you thought she would kick you out for tensing.Â
She had her suspicions about why your reaction had been so strong, suspicions she had briefly discussed with Tree, but she knew she had to tread carefully. She had the feeling that if you felt too vulnerable, you would shut down entirely.Â
But considering the pictures the news media had tried to splash across the headlines, she wasnât surprised that you had tried to use sex as a distraction (or something else she couldnât quite put her finger on). It seemed like it was your go-to method, and explained why you had been so content to leave a trail of bodies in the wake of your reputation.Â
She also wasnât surprised that it had ended⊠the way it did. You had already been emotionally vulnerable. Too vulnerable to have the kind of sex that was deeper than just movements and orgasms.Â
She sighed. She would have to tell you why Tree was there, preferably before Tree herself told you.Â
âPaparazzi got pictures of you and Alex last night,â She said, trying to stay casual. Trying to make it seem like no big deal.Â
You paused, fork full of pancake freezing midair in its trajectory to your mouth for a brief second before you dropped it with a clatter back onto the plate.Â
âFuck me,â You groaned, dragging your palms over your face and through your hair. âFuck me hard,â
It was another problem. Another thing for you to deal with. When honestly, you just wanted to pretend like last night had never happened.Â
All you needed was for the fans to get ahold of a photo of you crying.Â
She suppressed a chuckle. âItâs ok, Tree already took care of it,âÂ
You paused, your fingers scrunching in your hair before you dragged them back down your face and picked up your fork.Â
Your eyes stayed closed for a long second before they opened slowly and you resumed eating like nothing had ever happened.Â
It was like watching an actor pull on a mask, how you folded all of your emotions up neatly and pushed them inside. It was⊠incredible and sent alarm bells blazing in Taylorâs mind.Â
âOh. Um. Thanks,âÂ
You could feel her eyes appraising you.Â
âItâs no problem,â She said with a little shrug, bringing her own mug to her lips.Â
You went back to your pancakes, the only sound between you the scraping of your fork on her plate and the song playing again in the background. Your mind wandered through the chorus, enjoying the way the beat drop tickled the little spot in the back of your head. Your eyes swept across the kitchen landing on the giant stack of papers in front of Treeâs empty stool.Â
âWhat are the papers?â You asked after a moment, pointing to it with your fork when the music died down and the song restarted.Â
Taylor reached for it, placing it between you and spinning it so you could read it. You didnât. The print was small and close together, and you didnât want to give yourself a headache.Â
âYou said that no one has ever discussed limits and boundaries with you, so I thought it might be nice to do that,â Taylor explained carefully.Â
You raised an eyebrow at her. âSo you printed a packet?â
âWell, no,â She shook her head. âI know you said that you had never done anything beyond vanilla, but I have, and I think itâs important to thoroughly know my partners limits,â
You let a teasing smirk play across your lips, sinking into the teasing to cover how⊠off kilter you felt.Â
You had never discussed limits. With anyone. And it scared you what she could discover. What if something you said turned her off? What if she didnât want you after you filled out her packet?Â
âI didnât know you were kinky Miss Swift,â You said, wiggling your eyebrows. âOr is there some other title you prefer?âÂ
A bright red blush spread across her cheeks, traveling down her neck, and she looked away from you.Â
Before you could follow up, to make the gorgeous red color travel further, the sound of the glass door opening echoed through the kitchen, and Tree stepped back inside.Â
âOk. Iâve got your housing settled, and I ordered a moving crew to help you,â Tree said as she sat back down beside you, seemingly oblivious to the tension between you and Taylor.Â
Or maybe she was just better at ignoring Taylorâs reactions.,
You blinked owlishly at her. âIâm sorry, what?â
âAll you have to do is text this number with the date you want to move and theyâll help you get all of your belongings down to DC,â She said, handing you a sticky note with a number on it.Â
You had no idea where she had gotten it, but you were thankful for it.Â
âOh, uh, thanks,â
She nodded. âIf you have any more issues, call me and Iâll take care of it until we can get you a good manager,â
You swallowed your surprise. You werenât even sure how to go about finding a new manager, and you doubted you could afford one. You werenât entirely sure how the whole thing worked actually. But Tree seemed to know exactly what to do.Â
You turned back to your plate, taking another bite of your pancakes. They were like heaven, second only to the Pancakes Kelley made. But something nagged at the back of your mind. Taylor didnât have a plate in front of her, and there wasnât one in the sink. You supposed she could have placed it in the dishwasher.Â
âArenât you going to eat?â You asked, your fork pausing midair.Â
She shook her head. âIâm not hungry,âÂ
A frown pulled at your lips. Now that you thought about it, Taylor was not hungry a lot. She rarely ate snacks when you did, and you were pretty sure she had never finished a meal with you.Â
âThen I'm not hungry,â You responded, already pushing the half-finished plate away from you, despite the way your mouth watered for more. âUnless you want to share these?â
She sighed heavily, but took your fork nonetheless, stabbing a tiny piece of pancake not drowned in syrup and bringing it to her lips.Â
âHappy?â She asked you, and your smirk turned real.Â
âIâm always happy when Iâm with you,âÂ
*****
âI donât understand what that means,â You muttered, reading number 372 of Taylorâs limit questionnaire.Â
Touching while under sense deprivation
Most of the list had been easy. Things you knew you liked (like kissing), and things you knew you would never want (impact play with a cane). The rating system had also been easy to understand: things you liked and had done, things you wanted to try, things you would only try with lengthy discussion, and things you never wanted to try.Â
Taylor highlighted her preference in green Sharpie and you did yours in orange as the two of you worked through her packet cuddled on her couch. She had been insistent that the two of you fill out the packet after lunch, and Tree left to give the two of you some privacy.Â
âIt means the use of a blindfold or headphones that cut off one of your senses,â She explained, already highlighting a would like to try in her green highlighter. âIt can be fun. When one sense is taken away, others tend to heighten,â
You swallowed hard, biting your lip as the red in your cheeks got impossibly darker.Â
âI,â you swallowed hard and looked away from her. âI donât want to do anything where I canât see you,âÂ
You had enough problems remaining in the moment with her. The idea that you wouldnât be able to see her terrified you.Â
It scared you to think about where your brain might take you.Â
âOk,â She agreed easily, placing a perfect orange swipe over never try, already moving on to the next one.Â
It made your head spin how⊠comfortable with this she was.Â
It was like she had done this before. She said she liked to know her partner's limits, so maybe she had. You had never asked about past relationships before.Â
âThis isnât your first time going through this list, is it?â you asked, but the question was more of a statement than an actual question.Â
She paused, halfway through reading hands restrained while partner touches- giving and looked at you.Â
âNo, itâs not,â She admitted gently. âI⊠I would rather be over prepared than cross a line that I didnât know was there,â
Your head tilted, and you raised an eyebrow at her. âAnd you were doing kinky shit like touching your partner while their hands were restrained?â
âSometimes,â She shrugged, her eyes narrowing. âBut I feel like that wasnât the question you actually wanted to ask me,â
It was slightly scary how well she could read you sometimes.Â
You bit your lip. Your questions werenât polite, but then again you were discussing allowing her to restrain you while you had sex. It was more⊠intimate than anything you had done with any of your partners, but Taylor seemed⊠comfortable.Â
She had done this before, and you wondered⊠how many others had been in your position.Â
âYouâve had relationships before?â You asked slowly, picking your cuticle and looking away from her.Â
âYes?â She asked back, using a finger under your chin to gently get you to meet her eyes again, as she raised her eyebrow.Â
âI was wondering if you would tell me a little bit more about them,âÂ
âIâve had a few, some vanilla, some not so vanilla. A few with men, but the serious ones have only been with women,â She said, her voice soft, like she knew you were insecure about asking. âIs there anything specific you would like to know?â
Your fingers picked more instantly at your thumb. âWere you-⊠did they-âŠâ
Her thumb ran over your elbow. âRelax and take a deep breath,â
You did, except it didnât help you. You felt like a fish gaping out of water. You forced your mouth to close, dragging in a deep breath through your nose.Â
âYou said you werenât a pillow princess,â You mumbled, and a rye smile crossed her lips.Â
âYou want to know if I was tying people up or if they were tying me up?âÂ
You gulped but nodded. That had indeed been your question.Â
âWell. The dynamic I had with my partners changed with each partner,â She explained thoughtfully. âI found early on that I preferred to give rather than receive, but sometimes itâs nice to just let go and let someone else take care of you,âÂ
You made a low sound as you took in the information. Really, it should have been obvious with the way she already took care of you. She waited for you to ask a follow-up, as the silence stretched between you. When it became clear that you werenât going to ask, she asked a question of her own.Â
âCan I ask you a question?â Her head tilted, and she waited for you to nod. âThe situationship?â
Your nose involuntarily scrunched. âWhat about it?â
âI was wondering if you would tell me a little bit more about it,â she mimicked your phrasing gently.Â
You pulled your chin from her hand and looked away from her again. It was⊠hard for you to talk about what happened with Mal. It still stung in a way you didnât expect, even though you didnât⊠want her anymore. Not like you had.Â
âIt was a teammate. We were under a lot of pressure, and it just kinda⊠happened,â You mumbled. âI got hooked and she didnât, so she chose someone else,â
Taylor made a low noise of understanding in the back of her throat. âBut not before stringing you along,â
Your lips pressed into a thin line and you shook your head. âNo,âÂ
You didnât want to give her more details, to let yourself remember the agony of how it all devolved. How it felt like she was running you over broken glass every time you interacted. Giving you hope just to swipe it away at the last second.Â
âFor how long?â Taylor asked softly, drawing your eyes back to her.Â
âAlmost 4 years,â You sighed, running your hand through your hair and massaging the back of your neck. âThe last time we hooked up was like 3 months after you and I became friends,âÂ
Her eyes tightened as she did the math in her head. That would make you 13 or 14 when it started. A shiver went down her spine. âSo young,âÂ
You shrugged, your fingers digging more deeply into the skin on your neck. âWeird things happen at youth camp,âÂ
âApparently,â She muttered.Â
Your reaction to her trying to touch you was starting to make sense. If you had started young, and had a⊠bad experienceâŠÂ
You cleared your throat. âHow long was your last relationship?â
She blinked at you, pulling out of her thoughts. â5 years and some change,â
âDo you talk to any of your exes?â You asked. âLike the serious ones?â
âNo, those bridges went down in flames, but I keep up with a few of the less serious ones,â She shook her head. âIâm assuming you still talk to your ex situationship?â
âSheâs one of my best friends,â Your shoulders lifted and fell, and your lips formed a very thin line at calling Mal a friend. You disliked how she UNC all over you, and things were⊠weird when you interacted, but you couldnât exactly do anything about it. She was an integral part of your friend group and of the team. âDoes it bother you?â
âNo,â She said thoughtfully, reaching over to catch your hand as it again ran through your hair. âBecause I trust you,âÂ
âI trust you too,â You said back, and you meant it with everything in you. You trusted Taylor more than you trusted nearly anyone.Â
She smiled gently at you. âDo you want to continue this list?âÂ
You nodded slowly. âLetâs do this,âÂ
You glanced back down at the stack of papers between you. Yes, it was uncomfortable, but you trusted Taylor.Â
OoOoOoO May 2017 You come around and the armor falls Pierce the room like a cannonball Now all we know is don't let go
âYou are too fast for your own good,â Ali Krieger sighed, settling down on the bench beside you as you squirted more water into your mouth.Â
You shrugged. âYou and Dydasco keep leaving a gap for me to split, and Mal is good at finding space,â
The Washington Spirit captain hummed, sipping her own bottle.Â
The defender had taken you under her wing as soon as you stepped foot in DC. She had shown up at your apartment ready to help you unpack, only to find it immaculately set up. She had taken you to lunch instead and introduced you to the rest of the team.Â
They were wary at first given your reputation, but they were slowly finding out that you werenât what everyone claimed you were.Â
âDude, that little through ball is sick!â Mal said before Ali could respond, throwing her arm around you and sitting on the bench practically in your lap. âWe can totally use that against Sky Blue,â
You shuffled away from her as far as you could without being obvious, taking another long sip of your drink. âKelley will be looking for it. Sheâs seen us do it too much,â
Ali had noticed that there was something⊠odd about the way you interacted with Mal.Â
The two of you were inseparable, and your chemistry on the field was entirely unmatched. But there was just something she couldnât quite put her finger on that bothered her about how Mal was with you.Â
How you tried to squirm away from her without drawing attention to it, and how Mal would only move closer. How there was a depth to your relationship with the forward, a history, that Ali hadnât been aware of before.Â
Mal grabbed your water and squirted some into her own mouth while squeezing your shoulder. âMaybe we can discuss a new game plan over drinks?âÂ
Ali raised her eyebrow. âYouâre both underage,â
âHasnât stopped Y/n before,â Mal shrugged, nudging you with a giggle. âShe can take down a case of beer all on her own,â
You scrunched your nose, and brought your free hand to the back of your neck, pressing deeply into the skin.Â
âUm, no thanks,â You said. âI have plans,âÂ
Mal froze, dropping the water bottle into your lap, and inadvertently getting your pants wet.Â
âPlans?â Â Malâs eyes narrowed at you, and the edge in her voice made you shiver. âWhich one of our teammates are you fucking tonight?â
A grimace crossed your features, but you smothered it under a mask of indifference, as you brought your shoulders up to touch your ears. âNone of them,âÂ
Mal relaxed, ever so slightly. âAh, so you finally got the app Lindsey suggested?âÂ
âNo. I donât use straight dating apps,â You huffed, righting the water bottle. âI donât need the internet to pick up interested parties, but Iâm not seeing some rando either. Not that itâs any of your business,âÂ
âWho was in your pants used to be entirely my business,â Mal mumbled, pressing a finger into the spot right below your ear, dragging it down the curve of your chin, and using it to tilt your head to make eye contact with her. âYou liked it being my business,â
You stared her down, something passing between you that Ali didnât understand.Â
âAnd you made sure that it wasnât anymore,â You said, your voice cold as ice as you pushed her hand away, and squirted more water into your mouth.Â
âOk,â Ali said, breaking the tension between you and the forward. âSo Kelley will be wise to the through ball, what do you suggest?â
She had never seen you be so⊠direct.Â
You put more space between you and Mal, your lip caught between your teeth for a long moment before you shrugged. âIâm sure Richie has a plan. Heâs the master strategist isnât he?âÂ
âYouâve had enough film sessions with him, so you tell me,â Ali countered.Â
A dark look crossed your features, there for a split second before it was gone. Replaced by an easy smirk that Ali was learning wasnât so easy. It was the face you made every time something made you uncomfortable and you didnât want to talk about it.Â
You took another sip from your water before you squirted it at Mal. âIâm sure heâs got a plan for his superstar,âÂ
You pushed yourself off the bench and ran off towards the midfield coach before either of them could stop you, and Mal went tearing off after you.Â
Ali shook her head. If only she had as much energy as you two. But still, there was something⊠nagging in the back of her mind. Red flags she couldnât quite place.Â
*****
You hummed quietly to yourself as you lit the final candle on your dining room table.Â
The table was set. The dinner was in the oven set to the exact temperature Kelley recommended (after she walked you through how to turn it on), removed from its take-out containers and placed in glass dishes, and the trash had been removed taking with it any evidence that your meal hadnât been created in your kitchen well before Taylor arrived at your apartment (and you had sworn Tony and Zach to secrecy).Â
You had cleared off the counter in your kitchen, save for a thick off-white envelope, and a bottle of the red wine you knew Taylor preferred. It would be the perfect date night.Â
Taylor had flown in from Nashville to spend the midweek break with you, and you were fucking stoked. The two of you had seen each other in passing, but getting really quality time together during the season was rough. Nothing would stop you this weekend.Â
âThis is gorgeous,â Taylor hummed as she stepped into the kitchen area. âAnd it smells amazing,â
You smiled widely at her, pulling out a chair. âThanks. I was just about to pull it out of the oven if you wanna sit?â
âSuch a gentlewoman,â She said, as she sat, and you felt a bit of red color your cheeks.Â
You had been called many things, but a gentleman (woman- whatever) was never one of them. People tended to believe your reputation and take you at face value.Â
You were pretty sure Taylor was the only person to ever look past it.Â
You turned away from her, moving towards the oven. âOnly for you,â
She hummed, and you felt her eyes as you got the food out of the oven, and turned off the device before you brought it over to her.Â
âIt looks amazing,â She said as you placed the cookware on the table, and more red bloomed across your cheeks.Â
âThanks,â You mumbled, joining her at the table. âItâs coconut curry with chicken, broccoli and rice. Itâs got a lot of good fats and protein,â
It was a habit you had started in March, listing out the good parts of your meal. You noticed that she never saw food as fuel or something to be enjoyed. It always seemed like a chore she dreaded or a part of her day she just omitted entirely. You worried and you hoped that your little talks might change her view. So far you had been (mildly) successful.Â
Taylor hummed and spooned herself a good portion. âI like coconut curry. I have it a lot after shows,âÂ
âGood,â You smiled as the red bled up your cheeks towards your ears. âItâs one of my favorites during the season because it meets all of my macros and is filling,âÂ
Taylor hummed again. âWhatâs the envelope on your counter?â
You rolled your eyes at the thought of the off-white envelope, with your address written in perfect cursive. âA wedding invitation,â
Taylorâs eyebrows pulled tightly together. âI thought they got engaged in March? Theyâre already setting a date?â
âWe have to plan around tournaments, so they picked the only time everyone will be available,â You mumbled, chewing your too-large mouthful. âSpring of 2018â
âStill seems like a fast turnaround,â Taylor said thoughtfully.Â
You shrugged. âTheyâve been together for like 10 years. Alex has probably been planning this for years. She can read minds, and sheâs a control freak so she probably knew Kelley was going to propose as soon as Kelley started looking at rings,âÂ
âAh, I see,âÂ
You fidgeted in your chair, your fork aimlessly scraping your plate. âDo you want to be my date?âÂ
It nigged in the back of your mind that the two of you might not even be together in a year and a half, and that you were probably asking her to be your date way too far in advance.Â
âUnless you hate me by then,â You added, forcing a playful smirk across your lips.Â
She rolled her eyes at you, swallowing her bite. âI wonât hate you by then, and I would love to be your date,â
You nodded. âIâll talk to Alex and Kelley about getting a plus one,âÂ
Taylor hummed and took another bite, chewing slowly. âI also wanted to talk to you about maybe trying something new,â
You raised your eyebrow at her. âWhat did you have in mind?âÂ
âWell,â She started. âWhen we filled out the limits sheet you mentioned that you didnât like all touches, so I thought we could maybe walk through those boundaries, and Iâve never seen you naked, which is kinda criminal,â
âSo? You want to what?â You asked, watching her carefully.Â
âShower together,â She said, meeting your eyes. âThis way itâs something weâve done, just-â
 âIâll actually take my clothes off this time?â You asked, meeting her eyes.Â
âAnd you can show me where youâre comfortable being touched and where youâre not,â Taylor continued gently. âI think it might be a good exercise in intimacy without expectations,âÂ
You nodded, taking a shaky breath. âOk,â
âOk,âÂ
*****
Water cascaded down your body in ripples, rolling over the goosebumps that littered your skin. Your fingers tapped against your hips, as you tried to force yourself to relax.Â
âWe donât have to do this Y/n,â Taylor said from behind the shower curtain.Â
You thought that this would be⊠easier if you get into the water first. That it would ease the bubbling anxiety in your chest.Â
It didnât. But you werenât ready to give up yet. You wanted to trust her.Â
âNo,â You said, your voice more shaky than you would have liked it to be. âItâs ok. You can get in,âÂ
You turned towards the water, letting the spray hit your face, as you heard the distinct crinkle of the shower curtain.Â
You felt her warm presence behind you, though she didnât reach out to touch you.Â
You took a deep breath, steeling yourself before you turned back to face her.Â
âI want to do this,â You mumbled, meeting her eyes, trying not to scan down her body. You appreciated that her blue orbs remained steadfastly locked with yours.Â
âAs long as youâre sure,â Taylor said softly. âYou can tell me to stop at any point, and we will. Red, yellow and green still apply,âÂ
Your lip disappeared between your teeth and you nodded.Â
You understood the stoplight system that the two of you had discussed. Red for stop, yellow for slow down or discuss first and green for good. You swore you would try for her, so you would.Â
âRemember that I need a verbal?â Taylor asked you.Â
âYes. Iâm ok. Green,â You said, your voice shaking more than you wanted it to. âJustâŠâ
You looked away from her, finding a spot on the wall above her head. âJust go slow,â
âOf course,â Taylor promised you. âWeâll go at your pace. Even if today we just stand there, thatâs ok,â
You nodded again.Â
You didnât like how⊠vulnerable you felt without your top on.Â
It was too close. Too intimate and thatâs part of the reason you had never done this with anyone before.Â
But Taylor wasnât just anyone.
You wanted to give Taylor this.Â
You closed your eyes and let out a long breath. It shook as it left your lungs, disappearing into the steam building between you.Â
You reached out slowly, catching her hands. âLet me show you where my boundaries are,âÂ
You went to tug her hands forward, but she resisted.Â
âCan you look at me while we do this?â She asked, her voice gentle. âI want you to be present, here with me,â
It took you a very long second for you to open your eyes, and another for them to drag down her forehead and meet her blue.Â
She smiled softly at you. âThank you,â
Your head bobbed briefly, and you squeezed her hands. It shouldnât be this hard for you to let someone touch you.Â
The two of you stood there for several minutes before you gained the courage to pull her forward again. She went with you this time, letting you bring her hands to the hard lines of your stomach just below your belly button.Â
âHere is ok,â You said, trailing her fingers up the center of your abs to your diaphragm before you moved them out to your sides and back down to the original level.Â
âMy whole back is ok too,â You murmured, feeling her nails dragging across your lower back, meeting at your spine.Â
Your eyes slipped closed at the feeling. At how you could feel the body heat rolling off of her because of how close she was to you.
âColor?â She asked, and you could feel the words on your lips.Â
Your eyes blinked open, meeting the fire burning in hers. âGreen,â
âGood,â She said. âStay with me, ok?â
âOk,â You breathed back, as her fingers moved up your spine like she was counting each of them.Â
You did your best to remind yourself that it was her hands on you as they finally reached your shoulders. They outlined your collarbone, and her thumbs brushed against your neck.Â
It felt like a warm flame traveling from the point of her touch up to your cheeks, and down in your chest.Â
âWill you let me wash your hair?â She asked, and her thumb swiped around your cheek.Â
âYeah,â You breathed out, making no move to grab your shampoo. You were afraid that if youâd turned, you would forget it was her.Â
Her head tilted to the side. âColor?â
âGreen, right now,â You murmured, more red flooding into your cheeks. âI just⊠I need to be able to see you when your hands are on me. When weâre⊠like this,â
âOk,â Taylor agreed easily like it wasnât a big ask at all. âIâll stay where you can see me,â
You nodded, swallowing hard again. âMaybe we just do this today,âÂ
âThatâs ok too,â Taylor hummed, her thumb running over your cheek to the sensitive skin behind your ear. âWeâre doing this all at your pace,â
You swallowed hard again. âThank you,â
Her lips tilted upwards. âAnything for you. I want you to enjoy our time together too. Weâll work up to the rest. My main concern is your comfort, and maintaining your boundaries. Weâll take it one step at a time,â
You could do that. You could do this. One step at a time.Â
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catch me (diasomnia x gn!reader)
requested by anon: hi, hopefully your request still open! can i request for diasomnia? where the boys kabedon mc, resulting them blushing so hard then the physical closeness enough to make mc pass out there. yeah it's kinda romantic and crack in the same time. note: delayed bc my bed broke haha (loose screw) + i got sick... requests are still not open this is a request from long time ago đ yuu and reader are different ppl! u have no idea how i love this (made sebek's part kinda angsty idk) đ€ !! recent works: hey chat (first years x gn!streamer yuu!) divider credits to @cafekitsune !! her works are so pretty real đ€
-âàčâ- malleus draconia (3rd year ramshackle dorm leader - beanfest)
'it seems like i am on the farmer's team this year. how about you, treasure?' your eyes landed on your dorm mates chilling in the lounge - eyes sparkling in unknown excitement. "what team did you and grim got assigned to?" "oh, (name)-senpai! we got assigned to the farmers team!" a shiver ran down yuu's spine after a smirk plays around the edges of your mouth. "(name)-senpai?" "that means i'll be on the monster team, huh? good luck tomorrow!" "wait, we are going up against you?!"
the survival of the beanest - the event that most students are waiting for while some of them loathes it
given that you, grim and yuu are the only members of your dorm, it was natural for you to be opposing teams -> leading you to face off against your lover, thee malleus draconia
its not often you would be on opposite sides in anything after all
after the orientation about the rules, students started to group according to their teams leaving you and malleus alone together. the fae had the most dejected everyone ever seen. he slowly took your hand in his, holding it tightly as if he doesn't want you to go to the other side. "what a shame, we could've bond over this." "you silly fae, who said we couldn't bond over this?" in a blink of an eye, malleus found himself being hugged. as if waiting for this moment, the soothing wind picked up scent of fresh lavender invaded his senses, reviving his spirits - as malleus watch you bury your face to his shoulder. before he could wrap his arms around your frame - you pulled away, grinning. "let's have fun, yeah?" "heheh, it seems i wonât be bored today."
not being able to get even a good luck kiss from you made the diasomnia leader a menace because he will lock his target for real and he will make sure he finds his target (ok this going the wrong way)
while the farmers' team looked formidable having most of the housewardens, it couldn't be denied that the monster team have the athletic and agile members - including you
you were pretty confident in your skills really and having to plan with azul and the others really gave you more confidence and boost so it will probably go well!
"there are so many players who got eliminated immediately huh?" after eliminating more than enough players, you and lilia start to scurry through the woods, you see players of opposite teams now leaning on trees looking defeated and exhausted. "well that is because all the youngsters are thrilled to let out their fun!" chimed lilia as he float next to you, his laughing smile was a clear sign of his amusement that made you a little wary. "so, i heard someone challenged our malleus to a little game. i wonder who might that be?" "hahaha how silly, who would challenge mal anyway?" the fae stared at you for a solid minute before smiling ever so eerily. the two of you exchange no more words, only hearing the rustling of wind as you run - that is until a shadow jumped right in front of you, almost bumping into it if it weren't for your reflexes. "holy-" "... good luck little bat." in an instant, lilia vanished, leaving you with the diasomnia leader. one look at him and his devilish smile was a charming mask for his mischief. "i found you."
from the start it was already hopeless to think you would be able to take him down, so you resorted to one thing - playing a game of tag
and the other students didn't even dare to step close to you because holy moly, malleus was beaming!
you don't know how long you were running for. one minute? five minutes? thirty? it felt like you already ran through the whole campus yet malleus doesn't make any move to capture you- or so you thought. "come on, treasure. don't strain yourself." you could feel him just right behind you, his deep voice ringing in your ear and sending shivers throughout your body. "this wasn't supposed to go this way- ah!" turning around, you see malleus face very close to yours causing you to trip over a large tree root and your hand grabbing the nearest one next to you - which is malleus as you both fell to the grassy ground with a loud thud near your ears. head throbbing from the fall, eyes squinting as the sunlight decided to shine on you at the moment. "... lright, (name)?" you could barely make out the voice calling out your name and after a solid minute, you finally regain your senses. "malleus?" (eye color) eyes locked onto bright green eyes blinking rapidly as malleus panic, but that was the least of your concern. because all you know right now is that you are under the fae - his arms and legs caging you in, you can barely even move! one of his hand is on your cheek, caressing it ever so gently like you were made out of glass. what set the alarm go off in your head is the non existing distance between your faces, noses are almost touching and lips one inch away from another. "are you alright, my treasure? did you hit your head hard? shall i burn the ground?" before anything else, malleus heard you mumble something inaudible, confused as why you start to cover your face with your hands. nevertheless, wanting to prioritize your being over anything, malleus leaned in closer, eyebrows furrowed as he gently pry off your hand over your face. "can you repeat that again...?" his voice grew softer and softer as he finally put the pieces together after seeing your cheeks blossomed like a flower over the years, even your ears were burning red. "...i surrender." "so i win?" ever so curious, the fae decided to lean in more - casually rubbing his nose with yours so casually causing you to blow a fuse.
while your group won in the end, i think we all know who the real winner is đ
-âàčâ- lilia vanrouge (3rd year ramshackle dorm leader- stitch tropical turbulence)
right now, you don't know why a little blue ball of sunshine named stitch is clinging onto your shoulder, comforting you.
honestly you don't know how you got dragged into the whole mess. you even rarely go to the library!
if anything it is crazy that you got teleported in another dimension on the day you decided to read some books in the library (like literally staying inside)
just as you were about to go to the other side of the library, you find yourself following the familiar sound of your friends chatting away. walking right at the corner, familiar faces filled your vision. "woah, what are you all doing here? this is an unusual big group." "dorm leader, what are you doing here? you don't come to the library often." "nothing, just a change of pace for today. i just feel like doing it." "oh, little bat!" a blur of black and green rush suddenly rush in and tackling you into a hug that you reciprocated without batting an eye, which to everyone's surprise. "hello to you too, lils. what are you up to?" running through his hair affectionately, the fae started to share what they previously talked about before you arrive. "i miss you." "lils, we just saw each other like two hours ago." as if your words just entered one ear and exited the other, lilia wrapped his arms around you tighter, burying his face into your shoulder. "mrah?! what's going on? it's so bright?!" and being lost in your own world, you didn't notice how grim and floyd proceed to open the book - engulfing your group in a bright light. and that is how you find yourself alone in the island.
for some reason, the book wanted you to be separated from the group - waking up with small blue little guy next to you, shaking you awake
you didn't know when and how long you were out for but you are pretty sure you are alone - except for the owner of the soft small paws patting all over your face. eyes fluttering open, you find yourself face to face with a blue... koala? "...huh? what-" from the corner of your eye, you see a large figure pointing something at your direction - emitting a laser which is surely going to hit if it weren't for you rolling out of the way. "what was that for?! are you alright?" you scanned through the koala for any injury, its curious eyes watching you carefully. "another one of those humans? never mind that, give me experiment 626 this moment." the mysterious being slowly made its way to you, loud thud following with each step. "you mean this little fella...?" your blue furry friend was hiding behind you, snarling - arms multiplying?! but the thing that caught your eye is the charm hanging around his neck because it's the one you made for lilia not too long ago. "lilia's charm..." as if hearing a familiar name, 626 immediately perked up as if realizing something. "stitch is friend! not enemy!" it garbled, waving his arms in the air trying to prove its innocence. "lilia gave stitch necklace!"stitch thought that you might not understand but to his surprise - you quickly stood up on your feet and started to run away from gantu. "you are making a big mistake, human! that is no ordinary creature - 626 could destroy anything its path!" you looked over your shoulder, and stitch could see your eyes sparkling with mischief and curiosity. "sorry but no way i am trusting you over my lover. let's go stitch!"
it became a game of hide and seek and actually having stitch as your company wasn't bad + he even helped you to reunite with your friends who somehow came into the island a day before you
surprisingly lilia was nowhere to be seen, others saying he went out to explore so you ventured the island once more
having to explore with no interference like robots attacking you or even gantu pointing his laser gun, you finally get to enjoy the island's beauty. blanket of golden sands, palm trees swaying gently, hearing the waves lapping at the shore and the taste of salt on your lips- everything was just so refreshing. "... i wanted to spend this moment with lilia too." you muttering dejectedly, feeling lonely due to the absence of your favorite bat fae. with your mind wandering somewhere else and mindlessly kicking through the fine sand, you failed to notice how someone creeping up behind you. noticing the presence a little too late, a faint whisper drifts through the air, seeming to come from everywhere at once. a pair of arms wrapped themselves around your waist "it seems like the wind guided my way to you." you yelped, pulling and jumping away to glare at the floating lilia, who is now giggling and flying circles around you. "lilia! you scared me!" "that was but a little surprise, my love. i missed you too." seeing how you stomp your foot on the ground, lilia descended from the air to stand in front of you, poking your cheeks playfully. "forgive me please?" still feeling a little embarrassed, you refused to look at him in the eyes and turned the other way. but the ever so persistent vice dorm leader of diasomnia refuse to back down. he took small steps towards to which you respond by taking small steps backward until you find yourself backed up on a tree. 'oh fuck.' as if reading your mind, lilia didn't even give you time to escape by slapping his hand on to the tree behind, trapping you in. "(nickname), can you forgive me?" "..." "love?" "(name) (last name)." his other hand caressing your cheek so fondly as he turn your head to look at him. his eyes widening in surprise seeing your face turned into shade of beet red, eyes looking everywhere interesting other than him. seeing you all embarrassed made him tease you even more, leaning in even more until your foreheads are touching "please?" as if imitating an oven, lilia watched your completely turn red and smoke coming off you. the next thing he knew, you fainted in his arms, your eyes spiraling. "...oops."
there were questions lingering in the air when lilia returned to the bungalow with you fainted in his arms, but that is for another time.
-âàčâ- sebek zigvolt (yuu's twin - phantom bride)
while everyone got to have an audience with eliza, they expected that they would be following the plan flawlessly because surely there are nothing that can ruin the flow. until they utterly failed in wooing the lady. you shocked them even more by walking so freely in the venue, waving at them with sheepish grin on your face. "well if this isn't awkward!" "(name) how did you get caught too?!" "oh, that is a good question..." sebek could feel his inside sour as he watch eliza wrap her arms around you in an oh so gleeful way - the nerve! even sebek himself doesn't have the courage to do the same thing! "oh my dear friend, you really came!" "but of course! i don't really have a choice..."
well apparently eliza took you too to be her best friend to the wedding - you were at the wrong place at the wrong time and you fit her requirements!
you could run anytime you want but leaving your gaming buddy alone was too cruel, especially when he is begging for his life for you to stay đ
"... are you guys still there?" asking something so obvious to the all frozen students who got slapped by the bride made them look at you as if you were a lunatic. "what do you think, (name)?" "not my fault you guys decided to make it a competition..." mumbling that last part loud enough to tease vil and leona while sending rest of them an apologetic stare - you turn your attention to the next candidate for eliza, which is sebek. questions start to run though your mind after sharing an eye contact with your lover - trying to talk through nonverbal cues only for him to get the wrong idea. seeing how he pumped his fist was a bad omen already. "he is going to be one of us, isn't he?" a chorUs of agreement rang out from the eliminated squad, watching as their soon to be companion approach the ghost bride. "what is your name?" "MY NAME IS SEBEK ZIGVOLT!" the bride stopped, as if sensing something in the air, wondering why this man in front of her looked determined even though his friends are now her captives. nevertheless she went on with the audience. "how would you know if you are in love and how would you love someone?" usually, everyone would expect sebek to burst into a ranting fit about love and how will it be related to malleus and waited for a minute, then five minutes then another but they were only met with silence. "... you wish to ask me questions about love, ghost?" sebek carefully asked eliza, disbelief written all over his face as the bride nodded yes to his question. "he is going to fail this one." leona yawned, just wanting everything to be over with. sebek slowly blinked his eyes, arms crossing in front of his chest as he drown himself in his own thoughts. "...you wouldn't know immediately if you are in love, it will just sink in your mind on a random day that maybe you treat someone a little more special than others. that you can't really see a future where they are not there." his words trailing off. "and how would you love someone? that is a stupid question." sebek glanced at your direction and it felt ike he was saying it to you rather than eliza. "just give it your all. and love unconditionally. it doesn't matter if you are the most powerful ruler, the richest man or just a normal person in the world. if both of you knew you share the same feelings - everything will just click in place." no one dared to speak after sebek's speech as he rendered everyone at loss of words. eliza knew everything was perfect, his answers were good but why does it feel like- "those are not for me." she then turn to look at you, gaze softening at the realization. "you're out." eliza hesitantly raised her hand, ready to strike when you suddenly ran past the two - but not without grabbing sebek's hand. "sorry eliza, this one is off limits."
you sweatdropped after hearing your friends screaming you name
maybe it's the short time that you get to know eliza helped you to gain her trust even just a bit as you noticed how there weren't any ghost soldiers following behind as you stopped running at the hallway.
not to be that person but crowley can find other people to resolve this issue, not just passing responsibilities to children.
the only thing you need to do is to get to your sibling safely - right?
"what were you doing back there (name)? it could be dangerous for you!" shocked from the volume of his voice, you jumped while holding your still linked hands together close to your chest. if sebek didn't look worried back there, he was certainly playing the part even more now. "sebek, the whole campus is filled with ghosts." "and i was looking for you the whole day! you weren't even answering your phone, your sibling didn't have any idea either!" you didn't know how you backed up into the wall but now you have nowhere to go. sebek was zooming in without him noticing. "do you know how worried i was? i thought you vanished into thin air!" "love, we can-" the unexpected then happened, sebek slammed his hand to the wall right next to your head and buried his head into the crook of your shoulder, giving your jaw small kisses. "don't do that again, please. at least give me a heads up first..." stuck in the same position for a few minutes, sebek was starting to get worried when you fell all silent on him causing him to peek at your face only to see you overheating on the spot. "(NICKNAME)?" "i'm fine..." "you are not fine at all!"
-âàčâ- silver (2nd year ramshackle dorm student - white rabbit fest)
being able to visit one of your dorm mate's friends was incredible - never would you imagine that you would be joining the white rabbit fest with your lover, silver!
he was the one who actually invited you, which was rare because you were often the one who plan for the date
it was a saturday morning, with all your pending tasks and reports finished - you finally had the time to laze and goof around. a perfect day just to lie and watch your favorite series until a knock from the dorm's entrance rang out through the empty building. "huh, yuu and grim wouldn't probably knock at their own dormitory... must be ace and deuce." you stared at the open space, debating if you should succumb to your laziness and ignore the person on the door or stand up and see who it is.
" i'm too lazy to stand up." groaning, you buried your head into your pillow and waiting for the person to go away. "(name) are you inside?" ears perking up, body moving before your brain could process, you find yourself right in front of the ramshackle's door within thirty seconds and tackling your boyfriend into a big hug. "silver! what are you doing here? come in!" leading the knight inside, you both find yourselves in the lounge with your head on his lap and your hands playing with his. "i wanted to ask if you could come with me to the queendom of hearts and celebrate the white rabbit festival." hearing that made you froze in the spot. "(name)?" "is that a date i hear?" "i heard there are good dating spots there-" "SAY NO MORE!"
no was not really an option because its a great opportunity! heck, you even planned a whole itinerary on the outing
researching about deuce place makes you feel like you know his hometown more than himself.
when the day finally came you were so thrilled and overjoyed especially when everyone changed into their rabbit costume thanks to deuce's mom
"aww, yuu looks like a lost child in that suit." while waiting for the others to finish changing, you teased your prefect and bumped their nose playfully with your finger. "hey that is not nice at all! i am so telling silver." yuu grumbled, fixing their hat to hide their face from you, grumbling something inaudible. at the mention of the knight, you scanned the area and not one silver hair was found in sight. "where is silver? if i recall, he was the first one to change clothes..." "(name) i am right behind you." when you turned around to face the sound of the voice, your eyes lightened up like christmas lights on christmas day seeing silver looking very dashing and cute in his suit. "i need to send this to lilia, you look so good!" "(nickname), you look great too, as always. you are really perfect in everything." yuu laughed when you finally fell silent and tears started to roll down your face, making silver suddenly go to panic mode. "you can't just say that to me silver-!" "sorry, i love you." "i hate my life as a third wheel. where is grim when you needed him the most." yuu muttered bitterly.
exploring the town and everything it has to offer, it was no surprise that you were having the time of your life.
especially when silver youd pull you to the side and give you the things he not iced that you were looking at while walking - even got you both a matching pocket watch clock đ„č
but it couldn't be denied where you will eventually get unwanted attention
while the first year group went to try out some rides that ortho found nearby, you and silver finally got to spend your time alone together - that is until something caught his eye that prompt him to stand up and leave for a moment. turns out there were eyes waiting at the right time to do their plan. one by one the group of strangers made their way towards you "are you all alone?" they waited for a response or even a reaction from you but to no avail because your eyes and attention were stuck onto your phone. "hey, do you ignore us!" "people like you really ruins my day." this seemed to set off a wave of irk mark among the men. there were other people around the area but we all know no one really wants got get involve in a battle where you are fighting just to lose your honor in the end but these guys were persistent. "come on, it's not that b-" the man tried to reach out to you and just when you were about to leave and meet at another place with silver- a hand shot through between the tiny space, a loud thud of metal ringing as silver put his arm in the way, shielding you from those guys and stared deep into their souls. "i believe they said they are fine." silver turned his attention to you close and gave you a small kiss on the cheek. "were they bothering you, my love?" "... i'm alright! i could kick their ass anytime anyway!" seeing how you got absorbed in your own worlds, the strangers took it as a sign and leave without even looking back. "(name), are you alright?" turning his head back to look at you, silver was taken aback when he saw literal smoke coming out of your head and your face radiates heat at this point. to make it even worse - silver leaned in closer making your foreheads touch each other. "(name), you are burning up! we need to get some help from ortho!" "i don't think ortho can save my heart from this..." and if it wasn't enough, silver kept you really close to him - arm to arm, hand in hand and noses almost touching. one more inch and silver would surely kiss you on acc-. a child no older than 6 bumped into silver's legs causing him to close the deal and kiss you accidentally. "oof, sorry about that!" *1, 2 ,3 WARNING WARNING! (AME) SYSTEM SHUTTING DOWN!* "my love!" and that was the final straw and your last memory before fainting was silver carrying you in his arms. so cute, he is not even a knight in shining armor but a rabbit knight. BEST DATE EVER.
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j.hermoso II jesus (18+)
j.hermoso II jesus (18+) this is basically just smut with a hint of a plot since i am disgustingly down bad for ms hermoso at the moment, minors DNI.
from the moment you met jenni, you knew she was something special.
you'd been introduced at a going away dinner for one of your school friends who jenni apparently now played football with. it was safe to say sports had never been your thing, and despite the fact you grew up in a football mad household you couldn't have cared less.
but that all changed when you met jenni, much to the ongoing teasing from a few of your friends who also played whose games you'd been invited to and no showed at for years.
which is how you found yourself screaming your lungs out in a barcelona jersey, a constant source of amusement for your friends as you tried desperately to follow along with the rules and failed miserably despite your girlfriends dedication to teaching you.
"thats not a free kick, thats offside!" you yelled as your girlfriend was booked, your best friend pulling you to sit down. "yeah it was. jenni was offside and a foul means a free kick, we've been over this!" carmen laughed shaking her head as your face warmed and you buried it in your hands.
"you'll get it one day. just probably after your girlfriends retired and you don't have to go and watch anymore." the girl rubbed your back reassuringly as you shot her a playful glare and shoved her lightly.
"duty calls!" carmen teased as the game had finished and jenni waved her hands around to capture your attention, gesturing for you to meet her down at the barrier. "wait you're not coming?" you frowned as your friend made no move to follow you.
"surprised you even noticed, the moment you're within five feet of her you get those little lovesick tunnel vision puppy dog eyes." carmen grinned as you scoffed. "i do not!" you crossed your arms over your chest with a frown.
"oh but you do. but its fine go see your girl amiga, i'll call you later!" and with that you both exchanged hugs, her heading off one direction as you went the other. "hola princesa." jenni beamed the moment she spotted you, her grabby hands making you laugh as she helped you over the barrier.
"hola, goal scorer." you grinned, relaxing the moment her toned tattooed arms wrapped tightly around you. "oh those? they were nothing!" jenni waved off making you roll your eyes in amusement.
"so modest mi amor." you patted her shoulder, squealing as she spun you around and pecked your lips repeatedly. "jen people will take photos." you cautioned softly, squeezing her bicep in warning as she pulled away.
"a quién le importa? let them, let everyone know you are mine." the taller girl smiled charmingly, pearly whites and bright eyes having your knees buckle a little. "such a gentlewoman." you chuckled, leaning up to peck her lips a few times making her grin widen.
"you should agree with her that the goals were nothing chica, if her head gets much bigger she will not fit through the change room door!" leila teased clearly having overheard your previous conversation, shoving your girlfriends forehead as she passed, sprinting away with a laugh as jenni lunged for her.
"corre rĂĄpido idiota!" jenni yelled after her with a roll of her eyes, flipping her off as you pushed down her hand and reminded her again of the multitude of phone cameras currently present.
"qué estås haciendo?" the brunette frowned as you closed one eye and pressed your fingers against her forehead.
"just measuring mi vida, have to make sure you still fit through my door."
as much as you were nothing but content in your relationship with jenni you'd only been seeing one another for a few months and it was far too soon to have moved in, so you spent a few nights a week together at either her place or yours.
another thing you knew to be certain about the spanish striker was that nothing got her going like the thrill of a big win when she'd scored the goals, so it wasn't a surprise that the moment you crossed the threshold of your apartment her hands were wandering.
"do you not want dinner? if you don't keep these to yourself hermoso you won't be getting it!" you warned with a smile, smacking away her hands where they sat on your hips and toyed with the hem of your shirt as you stood trying to chop vegetables.
"no i'm hungry for something else." she purred suggestively, plucking the knife from your hand and spinning you so your back was pressed lightly against the counter, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
"so needy jennifer." you teased, leaning up to kiss her but stopping right as your lips ghosted hers and twisted up into a grin, a perfectly manicured eyebrow raised in your direction.
"me? oh no mi amor, that is all you. or it will be in about...ten minutes." she pretended to check a watch as you rolled your eyes, hand coming up to cup the back of her neck and pulling her down closer to you.
"you need that long? you're losing your edge baby." you tutted teasingly, watching as something shifted in her gaze, the playful twinkle that always burned brightly dimming a little replaced with something slightly more lustful, even predatory.
"that sounds like a challenge guapa."
you squealed as suddenly your legs were wrapped around her waist and you were carried off into the bedroom by the footballer, wasting no time kissing at her neck now you had the opportunity.
"hey no you're the winner here mi amor, let me take care of you for once." you tried to climb on top of her as your back hit the mattress of your bed, pushed back down as your girlfriend hovered over you with a shake of her head.
"no i know what i want my reward to be princesa, so let me have it." pearly white teeth bore down on you in a wolfish grin as your lips tugged into a smile.
"and you know you want me." and there it was, the relentlessly cocky confident smirk that admittedly had you swooning not that you tried to let her know that, leila wasn't wrong about her head growing as her ego swelled.
"do i need to measure your head again?" you snickered, teasingly holding a hand up as she swatted it away and tutted. "well should we see if it still fits between your legs mi niña?" the striked purred, effectively silencing you as your cheeks flushed red.
"so cute when you blush princesa, nothing else to say mm?" her grin grew, your eyes fluttering shut and a hand coming to tangle in her head as her lips peppered your neck with butterfly kisses.
slender tattooed fingers slid slowly up your bare legs, coming to rest just beneath the hem of your her shorts.
your breath hitched as jenni's strong hands slowly moved even higher up your thighs, going as far as to teasingly flick the top string of your underwear causing the lace to snap back against your hips.
"shut up." you exhaled, gaining a burst of confidence to push her off of you, catching the older girl off guard as you moved now on top of her, tugging your shirt off and feeling your own ego swell as you tossed it over your shoulder and her darkened gaze dropped right to your bare chest.
"my eyes are up here." you mocked with a grin, jenni letting out a small chuckle. "wasn't your eyes I intended to look at anyway." the striker bit back, one hand gripping the back of your neck and pulling your mouth down to meet hers again.
the kiss was passionate as always but now far less sweet than all those shared earlier on the drive home from the game. "off." you mumbled against your girlfriends lips, pulling at the hem of her own shirt.
"no." she smiled into the kiss, feeling you huff shortly after but you knew better than to try and take it off yourself. instead your hands tangled themselves in jenni's hair which was out for once, nails scraping gently down the thick base of her neck and back up again, tugging gently at the jet black strands.
your bucked a little on top of her, her feather light touch slowly trailing to rest just above your shorts, pointer finger tracing shapes on the warm skin of your lower stomach.
"jenni." you breathed out shakily as the older girls hand slid into your shorts, slender fingers pressing teasingly against your underwear as her lips moved to pay some attention to your neck.
"mm?" the striker hummed, not wasting anytime before her teeth nipped at the sweet spot of your neck just below your ear she knew all too well, sucking harshly of course leaving a bright red hickey as they pulled away with a small pop and you couldn't help but moan.
"better mi amor, not so quiet now hm?" her breath was warm as she chuckled, nose tucking into your collar bone and before you could even blink suddenly you were beneath her once more, raven hair falling around you both like a curtain.
"venga princesa, let me hear those pretty little noises." jenni cooed, hand still down your shorts but touching everywhere except for where you really needed her, a sharp pinch to your inner thigh having your head pressed back into the pillow with a whine.
"jĂłdeme!" you moaned quietly, this time into her mouth as the word was swallowed by the strikers skillful tongue licking filthily against the roof of your mouth as your hips bucked, pushed back down into the mattress by her hand which moved to sit on your lower stomach.
"i'm trying, be patient bebita."
"please hurry up!" you exhaled needily, your hand knocking against hers trying to push it back where you needed her. "oh no no no mi amor, you do not tell me what to do. remember your place." her tone shifted into something more authoritative which made your head spin.
"but since you said please." your hands flew to grip jenni's shoulders as the older girl slid two fingers inside you without warning, moving around in teasingly small circles.
"jenni!" you whined, a slight wince from the striker as your nails dug into her skin, creating moon shaped dents in the tanned flesh. "mi niña buena." the girl praised, free hand coming to caress your cheek.
"mierda!" you moaned louder this time, hips bucking as her fingers pistoned in and out of you picking up place now, slender and skillful as she knew exactly what to do to manipulate your body into giving her the reaction and validation she craved that she was making you feel good.
"you're so tight amor, are you close? don't lie to me." her breath was warm as it ghosted your ear, her teeth tugging at your ear lobe making you push your head back into the pillow with a nod.
"no no no jenni please." you whined as right as you neared your peak her strokes slowed, causing a frustrated groan to fall from your lips now as they stopped all together.
"remember princesa? patience. trust me, you know i make you feel good."
you didn't even have time to utter a word as you felt jenni shift on top of you, weight moving as she slid down the bed a little more, lips kissing their way down your body agonizingly slow.
hands pulled your shorts and underwear in one move as your hips bucked again at the feeling of cool air blowing against you. you reached down and tangled a hand in jenni's hair again as the girl settled between your legs with a wink that almost had you moaning again.
still teasingly slow she peppered butterfly kisses up the inside of your thighs before her teeth grazed the skin with a nip, pushing your legs apart again as you clenched them together with need.
"jen please!" you just managed to breath out as the striker gently blew air along the fresh hickies now littering your inner thighs that you knew you'd be complaining about later, voice cracking with your words.
jenni didn't even need to say a word as her gaze flicked up to meet yours, moving to press a kiss on your lower stomach, hazel eyes alight with lust, confidence only growing as she saw the need clearly reflected on your face.
"qué? use your words cariño." the girl teased, softly kissing your stomach again as her thumbs traced circles into your hips. though right as you tried to tell her exactly what you wanted they dissipated into a moan as her tongue pressed flat against your centre.
"jesus jenni!" you exhaled, hips pinned to the bed by her large hands as you squirmed, sensitive from the bleeding remnants of your destroyed orgasm earlier.
"jesus!" you repeated louder this time, tugging on her hair which spurred her own further, her lips wrapping around your bud and sucking sending your head pushing back into the pillow with a whine, body pinned flat to the mattress as you continued to squirm.
"sĂ amor! sĂ sĂ sĂ." you chanted feeling the pressure rise again, the coil in your stomach tightening hard and fast as her tongue skillfully flicked and pressed seemingly everywhere all at once.
though right before you could come, again any trace of jenni disappeared and your eyes widened in disbelief as the older girl sat up, simply staring down at you wordlessly with a cocky smile, raven hair pushed messily to one side of her head.
"jenni are you fucking serio-" you began to tell her off with a growl, far from appreciating this ongoing teasing, your words cut off by fingers suddenly replacing her tongue as jenni laid down and pressed your bodies together again, tasting yourself on your girlfriends lips as they moved against yours swallowing your anger in a sloppy kiss.
"jesus faster!" you moaned into her mouth, the girl only slowing her pace in response causing you to drag your nails down her back in frustration as jenni smirked, ego ablaze right now feeling you buck and squirm under her.
the feeling of knowing you needed her, made jenni drunker with power than any alcohol could ever dream.
finally her fingers curled, hitting exactly where you needed her to and the striker made no move to slow down this time, your chants spurring her on, hissing as you pulled away and bit down on her shoulder which was still covered with a thin t-shirt.
"jesus jesus jesus jenni!" you cried out as finally you hit your peak, body bucking and squirming as the orgasm you'd been denied washed over you, jenni murmuring sweet nothings into your ears as she helped you ride it out.
gently she pulled her fingers away and shifted off of you as your arm came to cover your face which was burning bright red, chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath.
"hola hermosa, estĂĄs bien?" jenni softly pushed your arm away, fingers moving a few strands of hair which clung to your sweat dampened forehead behind your ears, genuine care in her features as you nodded, still lost for words as you leaned up to peck her lips a few times.
as the taller girl laid back down you moved to tuck yourself into her arms, her hand moving softly up and down your back as you continued to bring yourself back down to earth.
"well princesa, that was less than ten minutes no?" "jenni you are so unromantic."
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if there was something you knew you could count on with your girlfriend, it was that if that there was an opportunity to tease you she would take it.
despite being older by a few years your friends would all agree you were the more mature of the pair, your girlfriends sense of humor not dissimilar to that of a teenage boy experiencing puberty.
something you had no issues reminding her of time and time again or that she had no worries solidifying to be true over and over.
you set down her breakfast that next morning, kissing her softly and shooting her a playful glare as her hand collected your ass in a silent thank you, a wink the only response you got as she cut into her eggs.
plating up your own food you gave her a strange look as she moaned loudly at the first bite, lips tugging into an amused smile at the childish behavior. "jesus!" jenni moaned again, licking the tips of her fingers happily.
you hadn't quite caught onto her just yet.
"its good then?" you chuckled with a shake of your head, your girlfriend nodding with a happy hum before shoveling several more large forkfuls into her mouth as you winced.
"don't choke." you mumbled under your breath, grabbing your own plate and joining her at the table, the two of you eating in a comfortable silence, the news playing on the tv in the background.
"tan bueno mi princesa. jesus!" jenni moaned a few minutes later, pushing her empty plate away with a content sigh as you sent her a funny look then caught the slight smirk in her features.
then it clicked.
"are you mocking me?" you realized with a small gasp, dropping your fork as your eyes narrowed into a glare, crossing your arms across your chest. "me? amor no no i would never. god i am just so tired this morning, jesus!" she moaned once more as she stretched and your jaw clenched.
"you are so-" you inhaled sharply, unable to find the right word as you stood, grabbing your plate and leaving her to deal with hers. "irresistible?" she hummed, body pressed against yours from behind as you rinsed your plate in the sink.
"irritating." you scoffed, pushing back and sending her stumbling as you headed off for a shower, jenni stopped from following after you as the doorbell rang.
"gracias." you heard her thank whoever was there as you grabbed out a clean towel, leaving it in the bathroom as she called for you. you sent a polite smile to the postman lingering in the doorframe, a package tucked under your girlfriends arm as his clipboard was in her hand.
"amor can you just check i have signed this correctly?" jenni asked showing you the paper as you frowned, eyes scanning over her signature. "what is the second j for?" you asked confused, jenni handing the man his clipboard back with a nod.
"jesus jennifer hermoso, i think i might get it legally changed." your girlfriend replied nonchalantly as your eyes widened and cheeks grew pink with embarrassment, hurrying to almost slam the front door closed behind the confused looking delivery man.
"you are-" again you struggled to come up with the right words, the striker rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet with a cheeky grin, wiggling her eyebrows at your lack of response.
you could only huff, pushing at her chest and stalking off to the bathroom, hearing her hurry to put the package down and come after you, foot jammed in the door before you could shut it on her, slipping her body inside.
"now now mi amor don't be mad." jenni cooed, hands grabbing your face and pecking your lips repeatedly as you really hated how you couldn't stay mad at her, far too used to her annoyingly charming behaviour.
"would it make you feel better if we showered together and i helped you say you prayers?"
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loveholic ( jeong jaehyun )
jaehyun x male!reader
jaehyun just wants some boyfriend time
content : 1k words, fluff, established relationship, baby jaehyun agenda, uni au, baby/babe petnames, showering together ( sfw )
jaehyun bit the inside of his cheek as he continued to stare off into the distance, scanning the different faces that passed. his boyfriend was late. well, later than usual. jaehyun hadn't even agreed to meet him at a certain time, he just knew y/n's schedule, and he knew that y/n took this way back to his dorm after his class. jaehyun totally wasn't borderline obsessed.
"jaehyun? you coming?"
jaehyun looked over at doyoung and the rest of his friends, who were on their way back home after a long study group session. he quickly shook his head before turning his attention back to finding y/n.
doyoung let out a small scoff, unsurprised. jaehyun always seemed to put his boyfriend first, but his friends didn't necessarily mind. everyone knew y/n was jaehyun's world, and seeing their friend happy was enough.
"okay, we're heading to the party after we drop our stuff off at the dorms, so see you later." doyoung smiled while waving. jaehyun only nodded again as doyoung turned with the others and left him alone.
jaehyun sighed lowly. maybe y/n went a different way today? he pulled out his phone and rushed to hit the call button next to y/n's name.
after it a rang a few times, jaehyun finally heard his boyfriend's sweet voice coming through.
"hi, love."
"y/n!!"
y/n laughed softly at jaehyun's enthusiasm, "what's up?"
"are you done with your class? i'm waiting for you by the benches."
"oh, i agreed to get dinner with my friend tonight remember? i took a different way to go with her," y/n explained.
"oh, right.."
y/n could practically hear jaehyun's pout through the phone. he smiled to himself and quickly came up with a solution.
"tell you what, i'll come straight to your dorm after dinner and we can spend all night together. sound good?" he offered instead.
"mm, i guess."
"and i'll give you as many kisses as you want."
"alright, deal," jaehyun accepted, unable to keep his smile at bay.
"okay, see you soon!"
"bye, baby," jaehyun replied before ending their call.
jaehyun sighed and lowered his headset around his neck. he was trying to kill time by playing video games. it worked for the first couple hours, but now all he could think of was what time y/n would arrive.
just as he got up to go grab a drink, a knock finally sounded at his door. his eyes widened in hope while he skipped over to answer it.
"hi!" y/n chimed. he knew jaehyun was just about the most impatient man there was, so he tried his best to rush over to his room.
"y/nn," jaehyun hummed while pulling him inside. "missed you."
y/n smiled as his boyfriend held his face and placed small kisses all over him. y/n's hands lifted around jaehyun's waist, happy to accept the affection.
"how's my boy?" jaehyun asked once he finally stopped kissing. y/n blushed at those words.
"i'm alright. kinda tired.. you?"
"i'm good now that you're here," jaehyun answered quickly. "are you physically tired or mentally tired?"
"both."
jaehyun frowned. "wanna sleep?"
y/n shook his head, securing his arms tightly around the other in a warm hug. "no, i wanna be with you for a while."
jaehyun smiled. he was hoping for that answer. he cupped y/n's face again, kissing his lips this time.
"can i take a quick shower in your bathroom?" y/n asked.
"only if i can join."
y/n rolled his eyes and stepped away from jaehyun, his arms falling.
"we both know where that would go. i just want a quick wash."
jaehyun's lower lip poked out, grasping at the hem of y/n's shirt. "i promise no funny business! i just wanna be with you."
y/n stared at him with narrow eyes for a second. he sighed and nodded, "fine."
jaehyun instantly perked up. he gave y/n one more kiss on the cheek.
"thank you, babe."
y/n watched jaehyun skip into the bathroom happily, starting the water in his shower.
"i am dating a literal baby," y/n mumbled to himself before following after him.
jaehyun was already undressed and in the shower before y/n could blink. he found it amusing how jaehyun's demeanor always changed once they were alone. jaehyun needed a lot of attention and physical touch, but he hated being clingy around his friends. y/n didn't mind it though. if anything, he just found it adorable.
jaehyun watched as y/n slipped his shirt and bottoms off before he stepped into the shower with him. y/n was quick to duck his head under the water and rub his face in exhaustion. jaehyun reached up to help soak y/n's hair, his large hands gently threading through the other's locks.
a few moments passed in comfortable silence. y/n closed his eyes and let the water continue to run over him, while jaehyun watched with a content smile.
"long day?"
y/n only nodded at the question.
"can i do anything to help?" jaehyun asked.
y/n moved away from the water and wiped his face. he smiled and gave his boyfriend a light kiss on his lips.
"you already help so much, baby."
jaehyun couldn't help but grin at that reply. his dimples and pretty smiling eyes were y/n's favorite view.
"just keep being my jaehyun, okay?"
jaehyun quickly nodded before cupping y/n's face and kissing him again.
"i love you," jaehyun mumbled against his lips. he began moving down y/n's neck, trailing light open mouth kisses against his skin. y/n felt heat instantly rush to his cheeks.
"i love you too, jae.. let's not get carried away though."
jaehyun pulled away, still with his beaming smile, and nodded.
"okay, okay," he gave in.
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Watch ur mouth.
toxic!chris x fwb!blackfem
prompt: your out at a party with Chris ( wearing top left corner ) and you start to piss him off, flirting with guys, ur tits nearly being exposed already had pissed him off and on top of that ur attitude he apparently didnât like, so he fixes it for you
ok so this wasnât requested but she asked for the part where you flirt with a guy so - @buckys-cumdumpster đ semi requested
Contains: sub!reader!, rough!dom!chris!, face fucking ( hip thrusting ), car sex, stomach bulge, missionary, overstimulation, creampie, HEAVY degrading, pet names, hair pulling, dacryphilia, cum eating, unprotected sex ( donât do this !! ), dumification!kink, mentions of safeword ( not actually used ), dirty talk,
lord.
Chris and I had been talking for a bit and he always manages to do some shit to piss me off and yet here I am. Going to a party with him after he just got on my nerves.
Nonetheless, this meant id have âa bad attitudeâ Chris calls it which already annoyed me so I decided I was gonna fuck with him.
I wore his favourite outfit on me the pants hugged my curves making ass pop out and them being low rise showing my dermal piercings and the fitted jacket made my tits look good as I didnât zip it up all the way and this outfit would always result in something sexual, fingering or his cock buried inside me butttt I wanted to push his limits too see how far heâd go.
I finished my makeup and spraying water and putting curling products on my hair only zipping up my jacket too my lower boob allowing my tits to sit perfectly guaranteed too drive Chris crazy .
I grabbed my lip gloss and heard chris honking outside and I stepped out and hopped into his car.
Chris's eyes immediately shifted to my exposed chest and shifted his facial expression.
What did I tell you about this outfit? Chris sighed deeply gripping the steering wheel tightly and I smirked too myself already getting a rise out of him
Im wearing it like what is ur problem? I snap back running my fingers in my hair as it curved at my ass guaranteed to drive him insane.
I watch his jaw clench as we ride in silence before pulling up too this party he dragged me too.
I got out the car walking into the party disappearing in the crowd of people leaving Chris with his own thoughts.
The party had been going on for just about an hour and I had been lost in the music and alcohol. Nonetheless I wasnât drunk but something tells me Chris was not going to be happy.
Playin games by summer walker & Bryson tiller played and immediately I rush too go dance, slowly moving my hips to the song.
this lasted before a guy, who was fairly attractive comes behind me moving my hips with his as I leaned back resting my head on his shoulder.
I look around the room and my eyes lock with Chrisâs, he looks like he could explode any second, gripping tightly on his beer.
Chrisâs pov
Is she fucking kidding me? I mean come on Iâm way better looking than he is and heâs not even doing it right.
I know sheâs only doing this to piss me off because of our little argument earlier. But fuck she looks so good
And she knows that my favourite outfit on her, the way it rests on her lower waist allowing her dermal piercings to show and how the pants hugged her curves outlining her ass just how I like. And then the fitted jacket to match- the way her tits rested from how she zipped it I wanted to bury my head in between them and inside of her
I watched how she moved her ass on his crotch and my blood boiled, knowing thatâs supposed to be me, sheâs mine, only I can touch her and fuck her as good as I do, hence why sheâs never left.
Then she locked eyes with me and continued doing what she pleased? This women.
She shouldnât have done that because she has no idea what Iâll do to her, god it just turned me on thinking of everything I was about to do to her. One thing I knew for sure.
I was gonna tear that ass up.
me clueless I didnât really pay attention to Chris, I was consumed by alcohol and the sensual loud music filling my ears and shooting through my body.
Until I felt familiar hand, grip my arm.
âLetâs goâ. Chrisâs voice lingers on my neck pulling me away from the guy who quickly scoffed moving onto to another girl. What an ass
âChris Chris ur pulling my arm!â I wince as he drags me out the party due to nobody paying attention and to the car pinning me on it with my stomach on the hood.
âYou think that shits funny?â He says in almost a mocking tone before leaving a harsh smack too my clothed ass and I let out a yelp.
âAnswer me Iâm not playing with you.â Chris spoke lowly before repeating that same action.
âChris okay okay! Iâm sorry! I whimper and he chuckles standing me up.
"better, now get in the backseat". He demands and I follow and he climbs in shutting the door.
"Iâm sick of ur attitude, you need to learn how to watch ur mouth". He grips my throat and I gag and nod.
"gonna put it to good use". A chuckle falls from his lips as he man spreads unbuckling his belt and I position myself between his legs.
"useless come help me yeah?" Chris rolls his eyes playfully and I sit up my nails clicking with his belt and pulling his pants down with his boxers allowing his hard and thick cock to spring out and hit his stomach.
The tip was a deep pink just oozing with pre cum.
"gonna suck this dick so good yeah?" He says spreads his pre-cum on my lips and I nod before sitting up.
"Nu uh, were doing my way, ur gonna take my dick the way I want". Chris smirks slightly before pulling my hair making my throat take al of him.
"Fuck- love that pretty mouth on me shit-" he groans matching my movements with his aggressive ones as he yanks my hair quickly and roughly not giving me time in between.
The slurping sounds of my mouth and his cock were almost pornographic as tears in my eyes already producing, Chris's moans shooting right to my core pulsating for him to be buried inside me.
"That's right be a good little slut and take it". Chris rests his head on the plush seats gripping my hair as he bites his lip my doe watery eyes meeting his seductive gaze
His hand gripping my hair forcing me to take all of his cock in my throat as a mixture of my salvia and his pre cum coats my lips and dribbles down my chin.
"Keep those pretty eyes on me, I wanna watch you- " he groaned as I peered at him through my lashes as he began thrusting his hips purposely as his cock hits the back of my throat making me gag.
"Fuck look at that- sound so much better with my dick in ur slutty mouth huh". Chris lets out a breathy laugh tucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched me struggle to take all of him.
Chris would not let up on his hip thrusts making my eyes water more each time as his dick size caused me to hollow my cheeks as he grips my hair tighter so get a quicker orgasm.
"thatâs right you wanted to have all this mouth now Iâm filling it with my cum-" Chris moans forcing my head all the way down my nose resting on his lower abdomen as his warm load shoots in my throat dribbling down as he lets me up his cum dripping down my mouth.
"Speechless already?" He chuckles wiping his thumb along my bottom lip collecting the excess semen slipping it into my mouth as I sucked it clean.
"Good girl. Now strip." He demanded manspreading as I unzipped my jacket first freeing my tits as I sat up pulling down my leggings revealing my red lace thong, Chrisâs favorite
"wearing my favorite pair of panties huh? While grinding on some other guy?" Chris spoke angrily and shakes his head placing me back flat on the car seats.
"You just couldnât wait to be fucked by me. Isnât that right sweetheart?" His hand grips my face as he spoke in a coax voice and a whimpered at the sudden grasp.
"yeah you like it when I do this to you? Gripping you up like a whore? Huh?" He squeezed slightly harder and I nodded.
"Yes Chris I love it when you do this to me-" I groan feeling my lips smushed together and he smirked releasing his grip.
He leaned up taking off his jeans and boxers fully and his black hoodie.
He pulls me close gripping my legs pushing them up on his shoulders before slamming into me as I let out a loud moan.
"Shit ma- such a tight fuckin pussy- all for me right?" Chris let out a deep moan as he pushed his hips against the back of my thighs roughly knocking the wind out of my lunges.
"Fuck Chris s-slow down!" I cry out feeling his size burn into my pussy as he didnât let me adjust the way I wanted, he was pissed.
"oh really? You donât want this? Maybe I should call the other guy yeah?" He rests his forearm behind my head pressing our bodies together my legs in the air.
"fuck fuck no! I-I only want you!" I whimper as my eyes met his dark lustful blues his jaw clenched at the sight of me.
"good girl, sound so much better on my cock." His breath was on my neck before he positioned my legs back on his shoulders gripping my waist tightly snapping his hips with the back of my thighs abusing my cunt
At the pace he was going I couldnât even think straight, the way his dick perfectly filled me up and his deep groans filled my ears.
"Oh fuck- Chris ur so fucking deep-" my moan and whimper fuelled his ego more as I was going to be fucked speechless already feeling my vocals fade.
"Look at that- such a fucking whore". Chris muttered gripping my neck allowing his hips to thrust harder as I was now unable to even utter words.
"shit- already? Whereâs that attitude gone baby-" Chris gave me fake pout, pure anger and lust in his voice whilst he literally was fucking me speechless.
The position we were in allowed the tip of Chrisâs cock to brush on my g-spot making me squeal slightly as the sounds of our skin meshing together fills the car.
"look at you, all dumb acting because of my cock so pathetic baby-" his devilish smirk grows as he watches how fucked out I look all because of his dick
"mmhm f-fuck Chris-" I cry out pathetically babbling as I shudder in his grasp, bound to leave bruises.
I noticed him not speaking and thatâs when I noticed him looking down at my stomach seeing his dick poke through each thrust.
"yeah? You feel me in ur stomach? probably like this shit donât you sweetheart". He mocked pressing a hand on my stomach and I moaned out loudly tears forming in my waterline
"you look so pretty when you cry mama". His expression softened for a second before that dominance took over quickly once more
Chrisâs pace didnât let up and my stomach began to tighten and I swore I was seeing stars, everything was a blur but fuck it felt so good.
"ugh- fuck your gonna cum- shouldnât let ur slutty ass cum after the shit you pulled-" he says under his breath, a hint of his aggression still lingering as he reaches to rub my clit.
"better start begging baby". Chris looks at me and my eyes widen as I could barely even form words together and his request was way out of proportion.
"Fuck! P-please Chris I-i need to cum-" I whimper taking many breaths between my words hearing him scoff and how he damn near fucked me out of my vocabulary.
"Thatâs a good girl, cum on my dick baby show me how good I make you feel". That raspy voice of his always made me feel so many thoughts, just enough for that knot in my stomach to burst my cum began to drip down his thick cock still thrusting inside of me making me perk up
"C-Chris sensitive!" I squeal pushing his stomach away and he pins my hands above my head pressing his chest on mine being nose to nose.
"You know the safe word baby, better think fast because Iâm not stopping". He breathes heavily onto my lips pressing a deep kiss against them as they swell.
"shit ma- your pussy feels so fuckin good- could stay in it all day-" Chris let out a breathy moan continuing to fuck me senseless as tears streamed down my face from overwhelming pleasure.
"oh god- Chris please-" I shudder putting my hand up and he immediately takes it holding him and he grunts feeling his own orgasm creep up along with a second one for me.
"I know baby your doing so fucking good for me- just one more yeah? He presses a kiss to my neck and I nodded as he rammed into me.
"fuck fuck fuck Iâm gonna cum again-" I throw my head back and he didnât prefer that so he gave me a look and my head shit up again as I gripped his hand tighter and he gave me a smirk.
"Iâm not slowing down sweetheart- fuck just one more-" he moaned pressing his body on mine as our noses touched moaning into each other's mouths.
The tension was at an all time high, the car smelled like a sex aroma mixed with his cologne and my Dior perfume and his occasional âfuckâ and my cries of his name as his cock twitched inside me of me.
"fuck- look at me I wanna see that pretty face when you cum-" Chris plants a deep kiss on my lips as I maintain eye contact with him feeling that knot in my stomach begin to burst.
"Chris Iâm- fuck!" I screamed one final cry of his name before my juices coated his cock and lower stomach as his cum painted my walls.
We sat there for a minute catching our breaths before he spoke again
"You drive me insane baby-" he pants resting his head on my shoulder and I let out a breathy chuckle.
"What can I say-" I smile pushing my hair out of my face and he sits up sliding out of my tight hole making me wince.
"Shit you okay?" I didnât hurt you did I? Chris scans my body carefully taking in the bruises of his fingers on my waist and neck.
"Iâm okay- just tired and sore-" I shudder a bit when I meet his gaze, a soft one.
"When we get home Iâll run you a bath and we can watch a movie or some corny shit-" he let out a chuckle but that alone made me so happy.
Iâd really like that. I say to myself but out loud I say
That's sweet- thank you Chris-
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