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gojo satoru, 700+, love is hard for big dumb idiots
You had your arms draped over Gojo's shoulders; his long hands placed on your hips. He leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek, feeling the heat radiate beneath his lips. The scrunch of your nose encouraged him to continue his barrage, smiling widely between each attack.
One to your lips, nose, foreheadâover and over again until you were trying to escape his grasp. He continued to attack any piece of skin he could reach, eliciting the loudest giggles he had ever gotten out of you.
âTell me when youâre ready to give up,â he chuckled. Another kiss, this time placed gently on the corner of your mouth. Before he could migrate to a different part of your face, you uttered something that stopped him in his tracks.
âIâm sorryâitâs justâwhat did you say?â
âThat I love you,â you said with a quirk of your eyebrow.
âCome again?â
âI said I love you, pretty boy. Iâll tell you one more time if thatâll help.â
The room became thick with silence and the four walls that contained them began to feel more and more constricting. You felt his grip loosen from around you. You had always gotten the impression from him that commitment was a concept that came with an uneasy feeling. You both knew that what the two of you had wasnât something that was promised. That there might be one night that he doesnât come home despite how many times heâs promised you that heâs the strongest. Because Satoru knows that he wasnât blessed with the ability to love freely despite being so full of it. Admitting that he loved you was giving the universe permission to take you away from him.Â
But youâd known that youâve loved him for a while nowâthere was just never an opportune time to say it, and this moment seemed perfect (to you, at least). You had never been one to hold back, but with him you found herself mulling over your words a bit more carefully. There had been many times where those three words sat on the edge of your tongue, waiting to spill over, desperate for the dam to break. Now it had been broken, and Gojo was drowning.
You tried your hardest to conceal the defeated expression on your face as your grin melted into a muddled mess of regret, but it was clear to see. He swore he had never seen your eyes dim this dark until now.
Your face was burning and you had lost any feeling that you had in your limbs. You cleared your throat before you spoke.
âIâm so sorry, Satoru. That was so stupid Iââ you retracted your hands from their place around his neck, bringing them up to your ears to fidget with the jewelry adorning them, a nervous habit that you were sure he was going to tease you about later.
âYou donât have to say it back. If thatâs not how you feel, thenââ
Gojo was uncharacteristically silent for someone who always seemed to have a witty remark prepared for everything. He wished he had saved all the unnecessary words heâd ever uttered in his life for this moment so that way heâd at least have something to say. Better to say the wrong thing than nothing at all, he supposed.
Say something. Say something, say something, say something.
Finally, the words bubbled up from deep within his chest and tumbled out of his mouth.
âNo, babyâplease, itâs not that. Itâs just,â he paused, attempting to corral his thoughts and connect them with the words that were spilling out of his mouth. âIâm sorry, I just didnât think you felt that way.â
A lie, he thought. He knew you loved him. It would take a fool to not notice it. You would not suffer through a bottle of sickly sweet moscato, his favorite, and a Love Island binge on a Tuesday evening if you didnât love him. Nor would you stay up entirely too late listening to him gush about the little boy he took in all those years ago and how heâs starting to not be so little anymore, how heâs so protective of his sister, how heâs proof that there is still good in the world.Â
He would sooner die than admit that the thing that has him so flustered is that he wanted to say it first.
#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#gojo fluff#satoru gojo x reader#jjk x reader#my comeback era#this is so old this is from yearsss ago#this was originally a very rough draft of a tahnorra fic i wrote down in my western civ google doc....#and i was clearing out my drive the other day and said wait a MINUTE!#so if there are grammar issues im sorry it was written by me (an idiot) and proofread by leah (a bimbo)#anyways i love u all kisses mwah
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You and Spencer get a surprise beyond your wildest dreams.
who? spencer reid x fem!AFAB!reader category: fluff (hurt/comfort a little bit) content warnings: oh geez. pregnancy, periods, weight, medical inaccuracy, cryptic pregnancy, traumatic birth, NICU, hospitals, maybe a little ooc i'm not sure, breastfeeding, reader is running solely on oxytocin, crying. word count: 6k a/n: does anyone else have an irrational fear of this? is it just me? that's why i wrote this anyways. also i wrote this MONTHS ago so if it's bad i'm not culpable. (yall voted for unhinged fluff, here it is) anyways i'm calling this part of my "spencer reid dilf agenda".
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In his work life, Spencer faced fear every day â that was part of the reason he loved life with you so much. The two of you had just moved to your first house together and were still unpacking boxes when he was called away to upstate New York for a case.
You werenât frustrated with him; you merely kissed him and encouraged him to go save the day.
So, when he told you last night that you mustâve hurt your back trying to move the couch, he didnât think anything of it. He just told you to rest and to let him know how you were doing in the morning, but when the morning came, there was a break in the case. Spencer had completely forgotten that he was expecting your call.
As the team waited in the police precinct, he didnât wonder why Hotch answered a phone call and furrowed his brows at Reid until he called him over to talk in private.
For once, his overactive mind went blank when Hotch explained to him that you were in the hospital and that he should call your best friend, Ivy.
In a daze, Spencer pulled his phone out of his pocket to find that he had missed two calls from you and thirteen calls from Ivy. Isolating himself in an abandoned office, he looked at your friendâs contact and pressed the call button.
The phone didnât even have a chance to ring before Ivy answered, âSpencer! Oh my god,â she said, sounding relieved to be hearing from him. âI am so sorry for calling your boss. I pulled his number from Y/Nâs contacts â I didnât know how else to reach you, and I- â
âIvy, whatâs wrong?â Spencer asked, teetering between panic and impatience. âShe told me she thought he had just pulled a muscle moving,â he explained, wondering what couldâve happened.
On the other end of the call, Ivy took a deep, shaky breath. âSheâs okay, but you have to come home,â she whispered, keeping her voice down.
Now he was leaning closer to panic, âWhere is she?â
âNorthern Virginia Hospital,â Ivy responded. âWhen you get here, call me, and Iâll bring you to her,â she told him.
Spencer took a deep breath and left the empty office once he ended the call, very nearly running into Hotch, âI need to- â
Holding his hand up in a âwaitâ gesture, Hotch nodded, âThereâs a flight going out, Morgan will drive you to the airport. Donât worry about anything here,â he instructed him, gesturing over to where Morgan was standing with the keys to one of the SUVs.
After promising to call when he could, a thirty-minute flight, and a ten-minute taxi right, Spencer called Ivy back.
âHey,â her voice was quiet through the receiver, âare you here?â
He turned around in the lobby of the hospital, âI just came in the front entrance; what wing is she in?â He asked. Which wing would a back injury be in? He supposed it depended on the severity of the back injury.
She cleared her throat and there was a soft rustling before Ivy answered, âStay put, Iâll come to you.â Her words came out quickly as if she was trying to prevent him from going looking for her.
Then he began to lean closer to impatience, nonetheless, he waited the couple of minutes that it took for Ivy to come out of an elevator, motioning for Spencer to catch up before they took the elevator back up. âIvy,â Spencer said, âWhat is happening?â
âShe called me at six this morning, saying that she thought she had pulled a muscle in her back and couldnât sleep. I told her to take some ibuprofen and try to rest, and if she didnât feel better by lunch, Iâd bring her to urgent care. She called me again at ten and told me something was seriously wrong, but she didnât know what,â Ivy informed him, her voice sounding distant. âShe was crying, and Iâve never heard her sound so scared. So, I called an ambulance and met her here while she was triagedâŚâ Her voice trailed off as they exited the elevator.
Spencerâs heart ached at the thought of you being so scared, but it still didnât answer his question: What happened?
Ivy sniffled and wiped her nose, âSpencer, have you ever heard of a cryptic pregnancy?â
He stopped in his tracks, eyes as wide as saucers, âSheâs pregnant?â His words came out as a whisper, a mix of emotions flurried through him.
Your best friend smiled softly at him, âNo, she had a baby. That back pain? She was in labor.â
Questions popped into his head quicker than he could ask him. He took a trembling breath, âWhere are they?â
She led him around the corner, crossing her arms in front of her chest, âSheâs in postpartum recovery, the babyâs up a floor in the NICU. It all happened really fast; you know? Anyways, they kind of whisked the baby away while saying things about Apgar scores that we didnât really understand.
They stopped for a moment to get Spencer a visitorâs badge before he motioned for Ivy to continue.
Ivy shrugged in response, âShe was kind of inconsolable after that, they gave her something to calm her down, but she keeps asking for you,â Ivy said, stopping outside of a door.
Spencer peeked through the blinds to your room. Youâre awake, lying on the white bed, absentmindedly picking at the hospital bracelet around your wrist.
âIf you need a minute before going in there, take it. Once you go in there, you need to be strong or brave or whatever,â Ivy instructed, putting her hands on her hips. âIâm not saying you canât be confused or upset, Iâd be worried if you werenât. Iâm saying she just gave birth unmedicated without ever even knowing she was pregnant, and they havenât come back with an update,â she said, looking at Spencer like she was assessing a threat.
He nodded in understanding. Maybe when his head was clear heâd thank Ivy for being so protective of you, but he just nodded. âI need to be in there with her,â he insisted.
Ivy acquiesced, letting him know that she was going to go to the house to get clothes and was going to the store. At that point, Spencer had only been half listening to her.
You didnât move on the bed when he opened the door. He looked at the whiteboard on the wall, his heart clenching when he saw the words âBaby Reidâ written below your name. Spencer quietly walked closer to you before he pulled a chair up so that it was at your bedside and took a seat. He could see tear tracks on your cheeks, âSweetheart,â he whispered.
Your eyes closed, and two more tears streaked down your cheeks. There was an IV in your wrist and your vitals were being monitored. It wasnât until Spencer leaned over and smoothed your hair back that you really started to cry.
Gently, Spencer sat on the edge of your bed, and you leaned forward into him. He just held you, running a hand up and down your back as he gently shushed you, âIâm here, darling. Iâm here.â
âI had a baby,â you rasped, so quietly that Spencer wasnât sure if you were telling him or trying to convince yourself that it wasnât a dream.
He was quiet for just a moment, letting a few silent tears stream down his own cheeks. âI know,â he murmured, âIâm so proud of you.â
You hummed, leaning back ever so slightly, closing your eyes when Spencer kissed your forehead. âI tried calling you,â you whispered, looking up at him with watery eyes and lifting your hands so that you could wipe away the tears.
âI know. Iâm so sorry,â he tried to apologize. There was no way for him to navigate this situation, but if he felt this lost, then he couldnât begin to fathom how you were feeling.
Shaking your head, you waved off his apology, âDid you catch the bad guy?â
He nodded, smiling at your question, âYeah, we got him this morning. Thatâs why I didnât get your call,â he said as he took your hand and intertwined your fingers. âCan I get you anything? Have you eaten? Do you need water?â
A slight smile grew on your face at his concern, a fact that made his heart soar, âI should probably eat something.â The smile faded quickly, âWe should probably talk, right?â You asked, leaning forward in the bed to reach for a pile of papers at the foot of the bed.
Noticing a pained look on your face, Spencer set a hand on your shoulder. âIâll get it,â he said, guiding you so you were lying back on the pillows. âPlease be careful,â he reached for the papers and handed them to you.
Quickly, you flipped through the stack of papers that was now in your lap. âIâve been thinking, you know, and they gave me all of these papers with my options, but we have space at the new house. I work from home most of the time anyway, and we can afford it and- â
Spencer cut you off, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. âYes,â he whispered against your lips before he kissed them again.
Studying you, he watched as you visibly relaxed into your hospital bed. He followed your gaze as you looked out the window of the hospital room, âSpence,â you breathed as a nurse wearing pink scrubs walked into the room.
She looked at him, âHello, are you dad?â
Dad. He was a dad. Spencer nodded enthusiastically at the nurse.
âIâve got these bracelets for you two then, theyâre to help keep little families like yours together,â she says, loping the white bracelets around both his and your wrist. âBabyâs got two,â she lets you both know. âSo, Baby Reid had a hard time breathing at first, but we up in the NICU cleared some of the amniotic fluid from her lungs and everything is looking much better now. Another nurse is bringing the bassinet nowâŚâ her voice trailed off when someone knocked on the door.
He wanted to make sure he had heard the nurse correctly. Did she say âherâ?
The door opened, and it was the tiny hat with the bow that gave it away. She wriggled on the white sheet in her bassinet, looking around her new surroundings. Spencer looked from you to her and couldnât help the tears that pricked his eyes. It was an emotion that he couldnât quite place.
Noticing the way you leaned forward, the nurse spoke, âWould you like to hold her?â
âI- Can I? Is she okay?â You asked nervously, for the first time that day, Spencer heard the fear in your voice.
Nodding, the nurse wheeled the bassinet closer to you, helping you move your hospital gown so that you could do skin-to-skin. As she did so, she talked about bonding with a newborn, but Spencer was so enamored watching you that he wasnât really listening. âWeâre estimating that sheâs about thirty-five weeks, so sheâs late preterm, but she should be able to go home when you do,â the nurse informed you, making sure you were comfortable holding the baby before she stepped back.
The concept of being in a home surrounded by boxes with a newborn stressed him out, but then the tiny baby on your chest let out a squawk and he returned to just watching the two of you.
Both of the nurses left to give the three of you time, and you turned to Spencer, âWhat was thirty-five weeks ago?â You asked, gently rubbing your thumb over your newbornâs back.
âExactly? July sixteenth,â he responded, watching your daughter as her eyes shut. âShe fell asleep,â he observed, dropping his voice down to a whisper.
You hummed in response, bending your head down and pressing a gentle kiss on the crown of her head. âShe needs a name,â you murmured, âwe canât keep calling her baby.â
Spencer leaned over the edge of your bed, âDo you have any ideas?â He asked, even though he already knew youâve been keeping a list of baby names in your phone for years.
Shrugging ever so slightly, you peered down at your daughter, âAll I know is that her last nameâs gonna be Reid.â Your eyes flittered up to his, âPlease donât cry. If you cry, Iâll sob, and our daughter is asleep on me, and I donât want to wake her up.â
âI just love you so much,â he told you softly.
âWe can do this, canât we?â You asked him nervously, narrowing your brows. âShe doesnât have a name. Our house is a disaster. Oh⌠Spence, we donât have a car seat. We canât take her home if we donât have a car seat.â
Realistically, Spencer knew that you had at least twenty-four hours before you were released from the hospital, maybe forty-eight, given the circumstances. He also knew that you knew this, and he was afraid the events of the day were beginning to take a toll on you. He wasnât going to say that, instead, he leaned forward and comforted you, âWeâll figure something out, I promise, okay? The name thing we can do.â He encouraged you to take one step at a time, âWhat about Ivy?â
Your head snapped up, âReally?â You asked, staying conscientious of the newborn on your chest.
âShe was there for you through all of this when I couldnât be,â he shrugged. âDid you know she dug through your contacts on your phone and called Hotch when I didnât answer?â He watched a small smile tug at your lips, âI just think we should honor her in some way.â
Nodding, a full smile bloomed on your face, âAbsolutely.â There was a brief silence, âDo you need to call Hotch? You can step out if you need to. Weâre fine alone. I mean just for a little while not for- â
That was the second time you had nearly worked yourself into a panic. Spencer set a hand on your shoulder, âY/N, angel. Donât stress yourself out, okay? Iâll handle it.â He promised, after all, you had already done the hard work.
You paused and took a deep breath at his encouragement, leaving the both of you in silence while you caught your breath. âWhat about Eleanor?â
He smiled and looked at your sleeping baby, âItâs perfect,â he whispered.
The first time Eleanor, who had quickly been nicknamed Nell, cried with the two of you in the room was also the first time Spencer held her. He had been too nervous before, not that heâd tell you that, but when her wails started and he saw you wincing as you sat up in the bed, he instinctively picked her up.
He was still in his work clothes. Granted, he had taken off his tie and the top two buttons of his shirt had been undone, but it didnât seem to bother Nell, the baby had quickly hushed upon contact. âSit back,â he gently instructed, âAre you in pain?â
You nestled back into the pillows, âJust a little, they said itâs normal.â
Nothing about this was normal, Spencer wanted to say, but he knew you were well aware. He handed you the baby, knowing that it had been two hours since she last ate and that was likely why she was crying. According to the nurses, she was a good eater. He took their word for it.
Spencer watched you rock gently as Nell ate, you were staring off at nothing, so he asked, âWhat are you thinking right now?â
âIâm wondering why youâre not more freaked out,â you admitted, looking down at the newborn.
He leaned back in the chair, âI donât know. I work best under pressure and with a little bit of chaos. Itâs also highly likely that the entire situation hasnât fully sunken in yet.â
You nodded understandingly, âItâs a lot to take in. If you think about it, most parents have months to fully prepare and wrap their heads around it. Itâs been about ten hours for me. Maybe six hours for you.â
Nodding, Spencer watched intently as Nell fell asleep, her tiny fists falling and quiet coos coming from her. He heard you say something to him, but the words didnât process. âWhat?â
Giggling quietly, you cocked your head at him, âDo you want to hold her?â
âUh, I donât know,â he replied honestly. You seemed like you were taking to parenthood exceedingly well, he was afraid he wouldnât match up.
In the end, it was your understanding smile that prompted him to agree. âUnbutton your shirt,â you ordered, laughing at him when he looked bewildered. âSkin-to-skin isnât just for moms, Spence. Besides, I want you to bond. I want her to know who you are even when youâre away for work.â
He obliged your request, undoing his shirt so that he could gently place Nell on his bare chest. She squawked while she was being moved from parent to parent but quieted again as soon as she was being held, âsheâs so small,â Spencer remarked, marveling at the tiny creature on top of him.
You nodded sleepily, âFour pounds, fourteen ounces. She had to fit behind my ribcage somehow.â
The oddness of the situation began to find a place in him. Were there changes in you that neither of you had noticed? Your period was always irregular, there was no significant weight change, and even morning sickness had seemed to totally pass you by. âI canât believe we had no idea,â he murmured as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to Nellâs head.
âI went to the doctor three months ago for chest pains, do you remember? I took an at-home pregnancy test just in case and it came back negative. The nurses here told me that thereâs a less than one percent chance of that happening,â you informed him, slowly starting to mumble.
Spencer looked up at you to find that your eyes were fluttering shut. âYou should sleep. Iâve got this.â
You grunted in protest, âbut what- â
âNo,â he interrupted. âShe just ate, sheâs sleeping, and youâre exhausted. I can spend some time with her while you sleep.â
Sleepily, you grinned, sliding down on the bed, and settling your head on the pillows, âDaddyâs girl,â you whispered.
He loved the sound of that.
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You had always known that Spencer Reid was perfect, and as you watched him fall into the role of father, that knowledge became concrete. You blinked the sleep out of your eyes and kept your gaze on the two of them, not daring to disturb the peace. Instead, you watched in awe as he held your daughter, softly speaking to her as if she could fully comprehend what he was saying.
For all you knew, she could understand what he was saying. She was Spencerâs kid, after all.
Gently, he whispered to her and one of her little fingers gripped his index finger. âYour palmar reflex lets you hold my finger like that, Nellie. Itâll go away when youâre six months old,â he softly swiped his thumb over her back as he murmured to her. âI donât usually like surprises,â he admitted to the infant, âbut you and your mama might just be the best thing to ever happen to me.â
You grinned, reaching your hand out and touching the green armchair, âI love you.â He reached out a hand to hold yours. âDo you want to try to get some sleep?â You offered. Your body still ached, but getting some sleep had made you feel loads better.
âI donât think I can,â he answered candidly. âI feel soâŚâ
âWired? Stressed?â You suggested.
He shrugged slightly, âI was going to say hyperaware, but yes,â he responded.
You wheeled the empty bassinet closer to him, âSet her down. Babies can sense stress. Take a minute, catch your breath,â you told him.
Reluctantly, Spencer placed Nell in the bassinet, adjusting the hat on her head while you watched him. âDonât worry about me,â he said softly.
Your shoulders drooped involuntarily, âWhen was the last time you slept, love?â After years with Spencer, you know he would go days without sleeping in order to break a case. His lack of a response answered your question well enough. Quickly, you pressed your call button and asked if a nurse could take Nell to the nursery.
Once you made sure the baby was taken care of, you moved over in the hospital bed and patted the open space. âI donât want you to be uncomfortable,â he told you.
That was the problem with Spencer. He would always put you, and now Eleanor, ahead of himself. It made your heart ache. âSpence, this has been the craziest day, and I can tell you havenât slept. So, get over here and lay down with me,â you instructed.
Rolling his eyes, Spencer kicked off his shoes before lying next to you in the hospital bed, âDo you promise to wake me if you need anything?â He asked as he gingerly pulled you into his arms, afraid of hurting you.
You hummed, resting your head on his shoulder, âCross my heart and hope to die.���
âI hate that saying,â Spencer whispered, pressing a tender kiss to your hairline.
Closing your eyes, you relaxed into him, âI promise, angel. Get some sleep.â
You startled awake, looking to make sure you didnât wake Spencer. Your chest ached as you sat up, cringing at the noise your papery hospital gown made. Gingerly, you placed a hand over your heart, feeling the pounding of your heart and listening to the beeping of the monitor, cursing the screen for making so much noise.
This had happened earlier before Spencer arrived, and the doctor had given you something to calm down then.
When you came into the ER, they thought your appendix was bursting, but when they did an ultrasound, they found that you were in active labor. There was no time for an epidural, they didnât have time to give you anything for the pain. A kind nurse held your hand and quickly explained what was going to happen.
Within thirty minutes, you arrived at the hospital, gave birth, and had your baby taken to the NICU.
It was too fast; your brain was so overwhelmed that it had shut down. It seemed like a ridiculous thought; how did you miss the birth of your daughter?
Hiccupping back a sob, you felt a comforting hand on your back, but the fact that you had woken Spencer up just made you cry harder. He wrapped his arms around you, and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. âShh, itâs alright,â he cooed, rubbing small circles on your back. âI love you so much, you know that, right? Iâm so sorry I wasnât here for you,â he comforted you. âItâs okay, itâs just all catching up with you, honey.â
You pulled away, wiping the tears from under your eyes. âItâs okay,â you repeated his words.
âWhat do you need right now?â He asked, smoothing your hair back. âDo you want to make a list? Do you want to move around?â
Nodding absentmindedly, you watched as Spencer pressed the call button and got up, helping you stand. Your legs shook, and you felt a bit like a foal, but it felt good to be out of bed. You haphazardly finger-combed your hair before stepping into hospital slippers and leaving the room. For now, the nurses instructed you to just walk around the maternity ward.
As the two of you walked around, you made several lists. Things you needed to buy. People you needed to call.
By the time youâd returned to the room, Ivy had returned. Spencer opened the door for you and helped you sit on the end of the bed.
âIâve come bearing gifts,â Ivy greeted, grinning with bags in her hands. She gestured to a suitcase, âFirst, clothes for both of you. I just grabbed whatever I thought might be good. Toiletries and stuff too,â she said, rolling the suitcase off to the side. âI grabbed a couple of newborn outfits, but again, I was kind of flying blind. The lady at the department store was extremely helpful.â She handed Spencer a bag of baby clothes. âI got a car seat, the same lady recommended it, she was probably getting a commission, but itâs in my car. I have approximately zero idea how to set it up, but I figured, Spencer has a doctorate in engineering. He can do it.â
You glanced blearily at your best friend, âIvy, you didnât have to do all of this. This is too much,â you confessed, holding a tiny onesie in your hand.
She dismissed your insistence with a wave of her hand, âI also got this.â Ivy held out a small stuffed duck. âI know it wonât do her much good now, but I couldnât help myself.â
After you changed out of your hospital garb, you looked at Spencer, âGo call Hotch, weâll be good here for a while.â You gestured to your best friend, who was filtering through the suitcase she had packed, trying to find your hairbrush. At your request, he told you heâd also ask the nurse to bring Nell back down so that Ivy could meet her.
Once he was gone, Ivy sat behind you on the bed and brushed through your hair, tucking it out of your face, you were finally beginning to feel a little bit more like yourself by the time she had finished.
You watched intently as the nurse arrived at the door, âDo you want to meet her?â
Ivy nodded enthusiastically, lips parting as she observed the small baby. âIs that her name?â She rasped, looking at the card on the bassinet, Eleanor Ivy Reid. âThatâs not funny, donât joke about stuff like that.â
âYeah,â you whispered, keeping your voice down as Eleanor slept. âItâs not a joke, and for the record, it was Spenceâs idea,â you informed her, reaching into the bassinet, and scooping up the now-swaddled infant. âHeâs so grateful that you were there for me, and I am too.â
She smiled, âIâm always going to be here for you two â you three now. Number one babysitter,â she said, pointing to herself.Â
You sighed and looked from your friend to your daughter, âSheâs got a whole FBI unit of babysitters.â
âIâll be here when theyâre away â when Spencerâs away,â she reminded you, carefully adjusting the hat on the baby in your arms.
The last thing you wanted to think of was Spencer being gone, leaving you to take care of a baby you werenât ready for.
Ivy must have sensed your nerves, âHey, you know Iâm always in your corner, right?â
You nodded slowly, âItâs just all catching up with me. I have to call my mom. I have to call my boss. How do you retroactively apply for maternity leave?â
âOne thing at a time,â she said soothingly. âRight now, just enjoy your time with your perfect little family. Iâll call your mom for you,â she offered. âIf your boss gives you any grief, heâll have to deal with me.â Standing up, she placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, âIâm going to go get food, do you two still have the same orders from the deli?â
Confirming with her, you moved so that you could feed Nell, watching her as she looked up at you. âSheâs right, you know? You are perfect,â you cupped her head with your hand, looking up to find Spencer watching from the doorway.
âHotch says congratulations,â he spoke gently, striding over to your bedside and sitting on the edge of the bed. âHe also said to let the team know if we needed anything,â he let you know, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He continued to let you know that Hotch had offered to figure out Spencerâs paternity leave, and while you felt bad about giving Hotch something else on his to-do list, it felt nice to have one less thing on yours.Â
You nodded, âIvyâs gonna call my mom, so thatâs two things off of our list.â
Spencer squeezed your shoulder, âThey asked if they could come to visit, but I didnât want to answer for you.â He moved back to the armchair, âI just said weâd let them know.â
âAt the very least weâll send a picture,â you murmured. âIâm surprised youâre not researching newborns right now.â
Raising his eyebrows, Spencer shrugged, âI asked one of the nurses if I could get access to the hospital library.â
You snorted, âOf course you did.â
No one from the BAU ended up visiting while you were in the hospital, mainly because the idea of too many people in the one hospital room made you anxious, but both you and Eleanor had been cleared to go home. Eventually, you would have to allow visitors.
âSpencer, you can go the speed limit,â you said from the backseat of the car, not taking your eyes off of the baby in her car seat.
He glanced back in the rearview mirror, âThis stretch of road is bumpy. I donât want to wake her.â Despite his anxieties, he was taking to fatherhood remarkably well.
You shook your head, âSheâs already awake, babe.â She looked around her new surroundings, spending part of the six hours a day that she was awake going home for the first time. Part of the beauty of a newborn was that they slept for eighteen hours a day, but only in about fifty-minute bursts.
Spencer kept glancing back, and you made a mental note to get a mirror for the rear-facing car seat.
As he turned onto your street, you sat up slightly. âWhoâs here?â You asked, looking at the cars in your driveway. You recognized Ivyâs car, but none of the others rang any bells.
âThatâs JJâs car, and thatâs Morganâs truck,â Spencer told you as he pulled into the driveway. Once he got out of the car, he ran around to where you were sitting. He opened the door, taking the car seat out of its base before helping you out of the car. âI had no idea they were here,â he said curiously.
You hummed thoughtfully, looking at Eleanor in her car seat. There was a part of you that felt horrible, you didnât have anywhere for her to sleep set up. Another part of you knew that sheâd be just fine sleeping in your arms while Spencer set something up. âFar be it from the BAU to abandon one of their own in their time of need,â you murmured, stepping through the front door as Spencer held it open for you.
Setting the carrier on the coffee table, you undid the clips so that you could hold the baby. As you lifted her, her legs scrunched up until you held her to your chest, at which point she settled.
âWhere are they?â You asked, gently rubbing Nellâs back as she started to fall asleep on you. You peeked around the corner into the kitchen, across the counter, there were bottles set out to dry, along with other various baby things. âOh, Spence,â you breathed.
There was a distinct lack of boxes in your house, they werenât entirely unpacked, but there were much less than there had been when you left. A crash from upstairs got both of your attention, Spencerâs arm instinctively going around your waist.
Together, the two of you walked upstairs, finding members of the BAU in one of the rooms that was going to be a guest room setting up a nursery. âHey?â You said, peeking in through the doorway.
âOh my god!â Penelope said, âWait, crap, sleeping baby.â She covered her mouth with her hands, horrified at the idea of disturbing the sleeping infant.
You smiled, looking around suspiciously, âWhatâs going on here?â
Rossi waved a finger at you, âYour best friend is a drill sergeant is whatâs going on here.â
Confused, you turned around to see Ivy with her hands on her hips. âI thought you werenât coming home until the afternoon,â she explained, âI was going to have them all out of here so you could have a nice peaceful house.â
âYou enlisted the BAU to unpack our house?â You asked her, tears pricking at your eyes.
Ivy shrugged, âIt started as just asking a question, but we all came to the same conclusion. The two of you were never going to ask for help, so we had to take matters into our own hands.â She wiped her hands on her jeans, âPlus, they have kids, so they actually knew what you needed,â she gestured to JJ and Hotch.
You leaned forward to give her a one-armed hug, keeping yourself mindful of the baby. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Penelope hugging Spencer.
JJ stepped forward, âIâm around. Any questions you have,â she assured you. âHow are you feeling?â
Laughing nervously, you looked up at Spencer, âStill reeling.â
The rest of the team laughed too, which brought you some semblance of comfort. âI almost thought you were playing a prank,â Emily confessed.
âNo, you definitely thought they were trying to prank us. You didnât believe them until they sent the picture,â Morgan said, exposing her.
Appalled, Emily rolled her eyes, but you spoke up, âIâm not sure I would have believed us either.â Had you not experienced it firsthand, you definitely wouldâve been skeptical. Eleanor was going on two days old, and you had still woken up wondering if it was all some kind of dream.
Spencer had previously told everyone that no one could hold her. He was concerned about germs. You echoed his concerns, just maybe not as strongly. So, instead, everyone just cooed at her until Spencer gently ushered you into your bedroom.
You let out a sigh of relief when you spotted a bassinet set up next to your bed. Gently, you set her down while Spencer pulled the bedding down, âYou should rest,â he told you softly.
âSpence, I just spent the majority of the last two days in a bed. Iâm tired of bed,â you responded, sitting down on the ledge of the bed.
He hummed in response, âYou just had a baby.â
Reaching out, you took his hands in yours, âMoving around will be good for me. I promise not to do anything to tear my stitches. Iâll just show Nell the house.â
âBabies donât recognize their surroundings until four to six months, so she wouldnât recognize anything you showed her anyway,â he told you.
You narrowed your eyebrows at him, âSpencer."
He held up his hands in concession, âRight, overbearing.â
âHey,â you said softly, âWeâre still figuring this out, right? So, weâll take it one step at a time.â You offered, having already had an in-depth discussion about being okay with making mistakes. âWhy donât we go check out the nursery?â You stood up, watching as Spencer carefully picked Nell up, cradling her in his arms.
You led the way into the hallway to find JJ, Morgan, and Ivy finishing the nursery. Morgan and JJ moved the crib to a different side of the room while Ivy placed books on a shelf.
Ever so slightly, you leaned into Spencer, glancing at the sleeping infant in his arms, you reached over and cupped her head with your hand. âThis is your family, Nell,â you whispered, smiling when Spencer leaned down to press a kiss to the crown of your head.
That was your first lesson in parenthood, it really does take a village. Â
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Iâve got a slightly angsty idea for Hotch if youâd like it:
Reader gets into an accident of some kind and ends up in the hospital, and Hotch is worrying out of his mind the whole time because heâs on a case or something, but all is well and itâs fluffy at the end and just love and âdonât ever scare me like that againâ and all that good stuff
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âAaron?â
Hotch knew something was wrong as soon as youâd called in the middle of the day while he was away. Youâd always wait for him to call first, to make sure he had the time.
So, the buzz of his phone in his pocket worried him. Even more so when he heard the way your voice shook through the speaker.
He walked away from the rest of the team, leaving their temporary conference room at the local police station and finding somewhere quiet before speaking, âwhatâs wrong, honey?â
âIâm okay, I promise, butâŚâ you paused to clear your throat, forcing your startled tears back, because you really were okay. âI got in an accident. Nobodyâs hurt, but they want to take me to the hospital to make sure I donât have a concussion or anything.â
Aaronâs heart was pounding, and he had to remind himself that you werenât badly hurt, that you were right there on the other side of the phone, talking and breathing. He squeezed his eyes shut and ran a hand through his hair, wishing he was closer to you.
âOkay,â he says, though it comes out in a breath. âOkay, Iâm gonna try to get home.â
âNo, Aaron, you really donât have to. Iâm not injured, and they need you there.â
Truthfully, youâd love to have him beside you, his hand tight in yours, his voice cutting through the ringing in your ears, his presence calming enough. But you knew what you were getting into as soon as you started dating Hotch, and youâd never expect him to have to choose between you and his job.
âThe team is more than capable of doing this without me, I promise. Iâm coming to you, alright?â
You know thereâs no changing his mind, and selfishly, you donât want to. âOkay. Thank you.â
âIâll be there soon.â
He doesnât want to hang up the phone, doesnât want to leave room for the worry and fear thatâs already creeping up on him, but he does.
The team, of course, is very understanding, reassuring him that they can handle this case and that he should get home, telling him to let you know they all hope youâre okay. Heâs driving to the airport within minutes.
Itâs only a few hours later that Aaron lands, rushing back to your place straight from his flight after confirming with you thatâs where youâd be. His hand shakes the slightest bit as he slips his spare key into your door.
Aaron breathes your name when he sees you on your couch, a small bandage on your cheek. âYou said you werenât hurt.â
Your heart squeezes in your chest as he crosses the room and crouches in front of you, cradling your face in his hand so gently your eyes well up. The shock seems to catch up to you, the relief you didnât know you needed just by having him near is almost overwhelming.
âIâm not,â you sniffle once and his eyebrows furrow. âIâm not hurt, I promise. It barely even bled. I guess itâs just sinking in now.â
You blink and a tear slips down your cheek, but Hotch is quick to wipe it away with his thumb. He moves to sit next to you on the couch, tugging you as close as possible, your cheek buried against his collar, his hand running up and down your back.
You can hear his heart beating in his chest, quicker than usual, but you donât call him out on it.
âYouâre okay,â he says, and Aaronâs not sure who heâs reassuring more.
âMy carâs probably totaled,â you mutter against him.
âCars are replaceable, you arenât.â He drops his mouth to the top of your head, pressing a kiss into your hair.
âI was scared,â you admit quietly.
âI know, honey,â he says, shifting so that his cheek is resting atop your head. âI was, too.â
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hard to ignore (two-shot) (part two)
pairing singledad! zach maclaren x nanny! female reader
summary when youâre offered a job as a nanny, you can tell right away that youâll grow fond of the little girl youâre taking care of. things are easy to manage until you realize youâre falling for her dad.
content warning parental abandonment
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Zach gets you and his daughter box seats for his next home game.
It happens to be on your first day back at work after his family leaves and he jokes that sooner is better than later, not only because his team might get knocked out of the playoffs, but also because Ella could change her mind about wanting to come.
The private space overlooking the stadium is small, only a handful of other people there, as the late afternoon sun shines over the rich green field.
You learned that Zach is a major league soccer player minutes into meeting him. You knew he had an unusual life and a certain level of notoriety as a professional athlete. But seeing the crowds filling the seats below you makes it real to you.
The music and the announcerâs voice boom through the stadium, fireworks going off as players rush the field. All this craziness doesnât match the man you know. Zach is kind and humble and beneath his silly sense of humor, he has a gentleness to him that youâd never expect from someone whose last name is sprawled over fansâ jerseys, whoâs getting cheered for so loudly that itâs deafening.
Ella excitedly claps when her father appears on the stadium screen, his face hard as he jogs under the bright lights. You gaze ahead in awe, unable to believe that this is the world he lives in when heâs not at the house, running around with his daughter, thanking you for everything you do.
After the game ends in a draw, you take Ella home in time for dinner. As you drive, wipers cleaning away the drizzle that just started to fall, she excitedly rambles about the experience from the backseat. You smile to yourself, glad that she enjoyed herself and proud that youâre the reason she went.
As usual, Ella slips out of her chair with a mouthful of food when she hears the front door open halfway into dinner. You watch her dart out of the dining room, listening to the huff Zach lets out every time his daughter roughly launches herself into his arms.
âThat was so cool!â you overhear.
âReally?â he says. âYou didnât get bored?â
âUm, it was kind of too long,â she says, âbut I had pictures to color.â
âAppreciate your honesty,â Zach replies with a laugh.
They round the corner to enter the dining room and when Zachâs eyes land on you, your heart does a somersault.
âHey,â he says to you, nervous.
âHi,â you reply. âThanks for the fancy seats.â
âThey were alright?â
âGood enough for two princesses,â you tease.
âPrincess ballerinas,â Ella corrects you as she sits down again.
âRight,â you say. âSorry. I keep forgetting that weâre princess ballerinas now.â
Zach mirrors your smile, loving the feeling of sharing a moment like this with you. You stand to clean your plate and it reminds him of what his mother said a couple of nights ago. That you look at him the same way he looks at you.
He hopes that itâs true, because he canât take his eyes off of you. Heâs a little embarrassed that you saw him in a match. Heâs always loved soccer, but he never liked how much attention is on him as a major league player.
âMaybe you should wait out the rain,â Zach says to you. âIt started coming down hard on my drive home.â
âGood idea,â you say, happy to spend more time with him.
The rest of dinner consists of Ella happily chattering with you and Zach. As she clears her plate, Zachâs phone buzzes on the table top. His lips purse in worry at the notification, and then he shows you the severe thunderstorm warning message on his screen.
âThat looks bad,â you say. âHow long is it supposed to go on for?â
âIt says into the early morning,â Zach answers. âDo you want to crash here?â
âIâm sure I could make it home,â you say. âIâll just drive slowly.â
Zachâs lips part, and then he closes his mouth, simply nodding.
âWhat?â you chuckle. His eyes dart away.
âJust worried about you,â he admits. You huff an endeared laugh.
âFine. Iâll sleep here,â you decide.
He sighs a breath of relief and says, âThanks.â
Zach takes Ella to bed and you settle on the couch, glad you already have everything youâll need in your overnight bag in the guest room. You eventually hear his footsteps coming down the stairs over the sounds of the television and the rain hammering down on the roof.
He sits on the other end of the couch next to you, so far that a person could easily sit between you. Itâs typical Zach, never getting too close to you. The only time heâs ever touched you is when he shook your hand before your interview half a year ago.
âShe fell asleep while I was explaining what offside means,â he says with an adorably puzzled expression. âTrying not to be offended.â
âI canât believe sheâs actually interested in soccer,â you say.
âOuch.â Zach puts his hand over his heart. âOkay, Iâm offended now.â
âI mean because you said she never cared before,â you laugh.
âI asked her so many times if sheâd want to come to a game,â he huffs. âBut you suggest it once and sheâs immediately in. She always listens to you.â
âNot when Iâm trying to convince her to leave the park,â you say. He chuckles. âCan you believe sheâs starting kindergarten soon?â
Admittedly, Zachâs concerned about it. In less than a month, Ella will be going to school and he never was one to have much anxiety before he became a father, but all he does now is worry. He doesnât want any teachers or kids to be harsh with his little girl. Sheâs already been through enough.
âSheâll be okay,â you say.
âWhat?â
âYou have that worried look on your face,â you tell him. âSheâll love school. Iâm sure of it.â
âYou can read me pretty well,â he says, smiling. You shrug timidly, thinking back to how quickly heâd noticed something was bothering you on the night of Ellaâs birthday.
âWhat?â he asks.
âIt goes both ways,â you admit. âYou saw right through me after the party.â
Zachâs jaw tightens, the playfulness between you replaced by a fragile air. He takes a breath before speaking. He knows he needs to have this conversation with you.
âDo you feel better about what she said?â he asks.
âYeah,â you reply. Now that youâve had some time to process, youâre okay. âHow about you?â
âWell,â he begins, nerves tightening in his stomach, âit wasnât easy to hear. Ella shouldnât have to wish she had a different mom. Jade should be here for her.â
Heâs never said her name. Heâs never looked like this before, his eyes avoiding yours, hand trembling a bit as he scratches his jaw. You can tell this is hard for him to talk about. But heâs choosing to do it with you.
âYou said ex-wife that night, but she was never my wife,â Zach admits.
âOh. Sorry. I just assumed.â
âYou donât have to apologize. I know I havenât told you much. When we talked that night, it reminded me of just how much you donât know about it. I just⌠I hope you know that youâre⌠youâre so much more than Ellaâs nanny. Youâre our friend. And youâre obviously a mother figure to her. And it feels weird that you donât know what happened.â
His words sink into you, every syllable having an effect on your heartbeat.
âWhat happened?â
âElla was a surprise,â he tells you. âJade and I were dating in our senior year of college when we found out she was pregnant. And then I got drafted into the league and we graduated and everything was happening so fast, but we were happy and⌠I stayed happy and she didnât.â
You nibble on your bottom lip, looking at him as his eyes stay trained off of yours.
âWe broke up a few months after Ella was born. But we were both sure we could handle co-parenting. She stayed at home while I worked. I could see she didnât like it, though. She wasnât a bad mother or anything. She just wasnât very⌠affectionate with Ella.â
Your chest tightens. Itâs painful to imagine Ella wanting love and not getting it.
âI donât know. I thought sheâd eventually feel how I feel about being a parent. I tried everything,â Zach says, remembering how heâd encouraged Jade to go to therapy or take time away or work while they hired help. It was like she was stuck in her unhappiness. âBut then she left and⌠that was it.â
He finally looks at you and the tenderness in your eyes gives him a breath of fresh air. Itâs what you do. Just by being you, you give him the push to stay hopeful that he and his daughter will be okay.
âWe werenât in a good place when you came. But you made things so much better,â he says. âYou do an amazing job taking care of her. I really appreciate it.â
Your eyes light up, the smile on your face gentle.
âThank you for saying that,â you say. âAnd thank you for telling me the full story. Iâm so sorry that happened to you.â
Zach sighs now that the weight of reliving it is gone.
âI really do love her. I meant it when I said it.â At this point, youâre sure you love him, too, but you wouldnât dare say it out loud. âAnd I feel lucky to get to watch her grow up. This doesnât even feel like a job to me anymore.â
âSo, what Iâm hearing is, you donât want the pay?â he says. You find relief in his joke, tossing your head back with a laugh. âSeriously, though, let me know if you need me to keep things the same while youâre part-time during the school year. I donât mind.â
âWait, are you offering to pay me for hours Iâm not even working?â you chuckle. âZach, no. Iâm good. I have other things lined up. But thank you.â
âWhat? Everyone knows you should always accept free money.â
âIâll keep that in mind,â you say. âHow do you even have the energy to joke around right now? I just watched you run around for ninety minutes.â
Like always, Zach blushes when you bring up his job. Heâs intense and focused on the pitch, but heâs different when heâs at ease at home.
âThereâs a break in the middle,â he replies.
âI stand corrected,â you say. âSo, howâd you get into soccer?â
Your conversation quickly and easily drifts into topics you hadnât explored before, the storm raging outside as you learn more about him and he learns more about you. Heâs still on the other end of the couch, but soon, his arm is resting against the back of it, his hand inches away from you as you sink into the soft cushions, beaming at each other as you talk.
You donât want to stop, but eventually you canât stifle your yawn, prompting Zach to check his watch.
âJeez,â he says. âElla went down three hours ago.â
âAre you serious?â You sit up. âThat flew by.â
Zach knew that the more he learned about you, the more of a goner heâd be. It feels like he just went on the best date of his life and all he did was sit on his couch and talk.
Thereâs something between you and he hopes that itâs not just his infatuation misguiding him.
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You were right. He had nothing to worry about. Ellaâs more than happy at school. Itâs only a week into the year and sheâs already naming all her new friends when Zach picks her up Friday afternoon.
Her first dance recital is tonight and heâs looking forward to seeing you and his family there. Ella had even mentioned that her other grandparents could come. They were elated to get the invitation.
And of course, when he arrives at the studio that evening, youâre already there, reliable and steady like you always are. You greet him and his family warmly and introduce yourself to Jadeâs parents.
It feels wrong to hear you refer to yourself as Ellaâs nanny. Youâve been in his life for eight months now and youâve nestled your way into his soul so deeply that he knows youâll stay with him forever.
Heâs been grappling with this since he first realized he had feelings for you; this bothersome sense of wrong. He canât pursue you. Technically, no matter how much it doesnât feel like it, he is your boss. He pays you to take care of his child. If things went sideways, it could push you to leave.
Although heâs never felt this much love for a woman in his life, itâd be selfish. He canât do it to Ella. He didnât even want to date other women when Jade was still around simply because it could confuse his daughter.
But youâre different.
His thoughts are interrupted when you look at him, pulling him out of his haze.
âI saved us seats,â you tell him.
Zachâs sitting between you and his father when the recital starts. Eventually, Ella drifts across the middle of the floor between the other dancers.
âThis is the part sheâs nervous about,â you whisper to him, recalling how sheâd told you that this part in the choreography makes her trip sometimes.
You watch her hop sideways, focused as the music grows faster. Youâre so on edge that you donât realize your hand slips into Zachâs, squeezing nervously. She lands her last skip and rejoins the group. You let out a sigh of relief. Then, you look down, seeing your fingers wrapped around Zachâs.
âSorry,â you say, trying to laugh it off as you pull your hand back. âI think Iâm taking a five-year-oldâs dance recital a little too seriously.â
Zach can only offer a tight smile. His teamâs inching closer to advancing to the championship semi-finals and the pressure has never been heavier, but even that hasnât affected him like the tension heâs feeling right now. His whole body is on fire from your touch, and it wonât go away.
When the recital comes to an end, Zach leans closer to you to murmur over the applause surrounding you.
âYou going out to dinner with us?â he asks.
âDo I have to?â you quip.
âWhat, you got a date or something?â He worries that the joke was too much. Too flirty.
But you laugh and say, âI havenât had a date or something in forever. Yeah, Iâll come.â Although itâs hard to believe that a woman like you is single, heâs glad you are.
The eight of you sit in the busy restaurant, making conversation. As Zach expected, Ella insisted she sit next to you. You have endless patience for her, listening to her talk, answering her questions, letting her pick off your plate. He would move mountains for his child. He can tell youâd do the same.
Zach picks up the bill and you all say your goodbyes to Jadeâs parents, who insisted they didnât need to stay the night. Before you head out, you tell his family it was nice to see them again. He can tell youâre a little surprised when his mother pulls you in for a hug, but you kindly return it.
Connie obviously appreciates everything youâve done for her son and granddaughter. Zach tries not to daydream too much, but he likes imagining being your boyfriend and telling you that his mom called that youâd become something one day.
When you say bye to Zach, your gazes meet like youâve been waiting for a private moment for ages. Things changed on the night you stayed over. You went from friends to a gray area of something more, neither of you acting on it but knowing itâs there.
Only an hour after Ella falls asleep, Zachâs parents and sister turn in for the night, tired from their drive in. Zach is too wired, silently sitting in his living room, his tea not having its usual effect of soothing him.
He goes through his camera roll, wishing he could go for a drive to relax, but not wanting to leave his daughter in case she needs him. He stares at a photo his mother took of you and him and Ella earlier tonight after the recital, Ellaâs hair frizzy from all the jumping around she did.
His smile is wide and so is yours and you look like more than just someone he hired to help take care of his daughter. You look like a family.
He opens your conversation and sends you the photo. Itâs nearing 10 p.m. and heâs not sure if youâre already asleep, but you respond a minute later: Aw I love this. Thanks :) Howâs your night going?
Zach responds: Good⌠but everyoneâs asleep and Iâm still wide awake. Yours?
You reply: Is your tea not working?
He smiles to himself and texts back: Not this time.
You text: Iâm kind of wired, too.
How come?
Not sure.
He replies with a joke: Could be Ellaâs fault. I saw her eat a lot of your dinner. Itâs probably hunger keeping you awake.
Once again, his mind drifts to the way your palm felt against the back of his hand tonight. Then, he hears a door open upstairs. In case itâs Ella, he quietly rushes up the stairs to run into his mom, whoâs leaving the bathroom.
âSorry,â he whispers when he startles her. âI thought Ella woke up and I didnât want her to think I was gone.â
âIâm sure sheâll be deep asleep until the morning,â Connie says. She notices heâs still in the clothes he wore to the recital. âCanât sleep?â
âNo,â he chuckles. âIâd go for a drive, but Iââ
âIf she wakes up, Iâm here and if she needs you, Iâll call. Go. You need to take care of yourself, too.â
âIâm fine.â
âGo for a drive,â his mother insists. âSheâs okay. I promise.â
Zach considers it. With work and Ella and you, his mind has been sort of chaotic. A drive, even a short one, will give him some relief.
âThanks,â he finally says, giving his mom a grateful smile.
The streetlights plunge him in and out of darkness as he drives through town. When he got in the car, the impulse to go see you seemed ridiculous. With every minute that passes, it feels less and less silly.
Zach eventually pulls over and looks at his phone, staring at the text message he sent you ten minutes ago. How could he even ask to come over without coming on too strong or crossing a boundary?
Heâs not sure if he believed in signs from the universe before, but when you text him right when heâs considering if he should text you, he takes it as his answer.
Nothing is ever her fault. But now Iâm having a midnight snack lol. Are you still awake?
He replies: Yes. Just driving around. Do you want company?
Heâs nervous as he waits. But then you send him your address.
Minutes later, you open your door to gentle knocks, heart skipping when you see him. At this point, being apart from Zach is starting to hurt. You lied when you texted him. You know exactly why youâre wired. Itâs because he wonât leave your mind.
âHi,â he says, a pink hue on his cheeks. âKind of crazy that youâve been to my house a million times, but I have no idea what your place looks like.â
âIs that why youâre here?â you ask. âYou need to see it that bad?â
âI think itâs whatâs keeping me awake.â
You laugh, stepping back, inviting him in. Zachâs eyes travel over your apartment, taking in every little piece that youâve put into it. Being here is more intimate than he expected. And then you shut the door behind him, thickening the tension, both of you now sharing complete privacy in a way you never have before.
âIs that an Ella original?â he says, pointing to a drawing stuck on your fridge.
âYup. Thatâs me and her and the castle we live in,â you tell him. You lead him into the kitchen as you gaze at the bright crayon marking the paper. âAnd thatâs her horse. She was very adamant about it being her horse. But I can pet it if I ask nicely.â
He laughs and gazes at the drawing, touched that youâd keep something his daughter made up on display. Even when youâre not at the house, you want to be reminded of her.
âWhere am I?â he asks in mock offense.
âIâm sure she meant to include you, but the horse took up too much space,â you explain, looking over your shoulder up at him. Heâs inches away from you, towering above you. Youâre so close to him that you can see the stubble growing over his jaw.
âThe tutus are a nice touch,â he says, pointing to the pink skirts drawn on both of you. You laugh and turn to face him all the way. You clear your throat, smitten that heâs really here.
âShe was great tonight, huh?â you ask.
âShe was.â Zachâs smile is bright, the same way it always is whenever he talks about her. âAnd she wanted all the grandparents there.â
âI think thatâs progress.â
âMe, too.â He exhales. âIt was an almost perfect night.â
âAlmost?â
âMy hand still hurts,â he mumbles, face pinching as he looks down at his hand.
âListenâŚâ you say with a bashful smile. âIâm sorry, okay? I was stressed.â Zach laughs and it takes everything in him not to hug you. âWas it really that bad?â
âSo bad,â he teases, flexing his hand. âYouâre too reckless.â
âReckless? Is that what you think of me?â
Zach cocks his head, staring down at you with a look that burns through you, and soberly says, âNo. Itâs not.â
His gaze drifts over your face, taking you in slowly. You think back to the first time you saw those eyes, sad and distant. Comparing the way he looked that morning to how heâs gazing at you right now is like comparing black and white.
The light atmosphere has quickly been replaced by a somberness hanging over both of you. Your heart is thumping against your chest. Hard.
âWhat, then?â you ask.
How can he even find the words to describe how you make him feel? You fit perfectly in every way. You settled into his life like there was always a place waiting just for you. Even tonight, when you grabbed his hand for only a moment, it felt like he was born to be touched by you.
Youâve brought light to his life. He always looked forward to coming home to his daughter, and now he looks forward to coming home to you, too. And having to continue to live like this, acting like his heart isnât completely yours, is torture.
âI think youâreâŚâ Zachâs tone is low, lids dropping as he looks at your lips before he speaks again. âPerfect.â
Your breath catches. Youâve been able to keep yourself away from him for what feels like ages. Youâre not sure youâll have the strength for much longer. This is the moment where everything can change. You know you both feel it.
âShould I not be here?â he says quietly.
Itâs his way of making sure youâre okay. That you want him to be here as badly as he wants to be here. That even though maybe this shouldnât be happening, you have faith that it will only bring you both joy, and you donât need to consider the risks because youâll never have to face them.
He looks so painfully unsure that you long to comfort him. Your hand finds his and he laces his warm fingers between yours the instant he feels you. He exhales slowly, never having felt so vulnerable before.
Too much is on the line. Heâs only thinking of himself right now. He shouldnât have come here, he shouldnât have given in, he shouldnât haveâ
âStay,â you whisper. Your simple word untangles the knot in his chest. You step closer to seal the distance that remains between you. His eyes finally drift back up to find yours.
âI canât help how I feel about you,â Zach murmurs. âI donât want to mess up how good things are, but I justâŚâ
He trails off into silence, sighing shakily.
âI know,â you say. âMe, too.â
âTell me to leave,â he says with a note of pity. You breathe a sad chuckle.
âI canât.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause I want you here.â
Zachâs grip on your hand tightens, his heart feeling like itâs just been put together after being fractured for years. His lips part and while he doesnât know how to say how much your words mean to him, he knows how to show it.
He leans closer, cupping your face, capturing your lips with a soft and impatient kiss. You dissolve into bliss, eyelids fluttering closed as his hot mouth presses against yours, head swimming, body buzzing.
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer, eyelashes overlapping as you kiss deeply, hungrily tasting each other in adoration. His arms circle around you and surround you in warmth.
He lets out a short, almost silent moan against your lips, relieved and assured and grateful that you want him this badly, too. Everything about this feels right. Heâs where heâs supposed to be, standing here, kissing you, baring his soul.
Youâre breathless when you eventually pull away, eyes slowly opening as he tilts to plant a lazy kiss on your forehead, thumbs stroking your cheeks.
âI kept telling myself that I canât like you,â he says against your skin. âDo you have any idea how impossible that is?â
You exhale a contented sigh, afraid that you did actually doze off and that this is all just a dream.
âI think I do,â you reply.
Zachâs laugh is breathy, leaning back just enough to look at you. Heâs in awe, his lips tender from pressing against yours, his knees weak as he holds your face in his hands. Now that he doesnât have to hide it or force himself not to stare, he lets himself drown in your eyes.
He brushes his lips against yours again and you smile under the kiss, placing your palm over his hand.
âIs this the hand I hurt?â you tease, gently squeezing.
âOw,â he playfully winces, making you laugh. You nuzzle your cheek against his palm and smile up at him.
âYou sure you like me?â you say. Heâs sure he loves you, but itâs too much, too soon to say at this moment. âYou know you canât afford any injuries right now.â
âWorth it,â Zach plays along.
âI keep wanting to ask you about work,â you say. He hasnât spoken much about playoffs, but you did a little research on his teamâs standings. âHow has it been? Are you stressed?â
âPressureâs on, but Iâm fine,â he says simply. Your words wonât find you at first. Itâs sort of unbelievable how he doesnât ever flaunt his success, not even a little bit.
âThatâs it?â you laugh.
âWhat?â
âYour team could go to the finals and youâre just fine?â you say.
âHowâd you know that?â he says, his heart warming.
âHad to look it up. Not like youâll tell me,â you quip, pulling away, his hands falling off of you. Zach chuckles, following you into your living room.
âAre we fighting already?â he asks.
âWe wonât be if you tell me why you get all cute and shy whenever you talk about your job,â you say, settling on the couch.
He sits to face you, his knee bumping yours. You love that heâs as close as you want him to be, instead of keeping a distance like before. He finds your hands, holding them in his.
âJust a second,â Zach mumbles. âI need to process that you called me cute.â
You giggle, leaning forward to nuzzle against his chest.
âIâm serious,â you say, your voice muffled by his shirt. âWe talk about my job all the time.â
âOh, come on. Because we have to. Thatâs the whole deal.â
âIs it?â
Zach sighs, kissing the top of your head, loving the way your body slightly shakes with your laughter. You sit up again, looking down as you interlace your fingers with his, playing with his hands as you wait for him to speak.
âI love soccer,â he says, âbut I never expected Iâd be good enough to go pro. And somehow, I did and all the attention that comes with it is just⌠itâs not me. Iâve never been the loudest guy in the room. Never wanted to be.â
You nod. You could tell soon after meeting him that while heâs confident and loves to joke around, heâs not one to demand the spotlight.
âAnd now the more attention I get,â he continues, âthe more people might want to know about me and Iâd rather keep Ella safe and give her a normal life.â
He scratches his cheek, uncertainty flashing on his face.
âAnd⌠Iâm not exactly proud that Iâm not working a normal job. Iâm always thinking that maybe itâd be better for Ella if I had a nine to five, but the pay is great and I canât play forever, so I just want to save up as much as I can for her. Then Iâll find something more steady.â
You're sure youâve never met a person this humble. Itâs nice to know what goes on in his head after having wondered for so long.
âWill you still even need a nanny then?â you ask lightheartedly. Zach purses his lips as he nods.
âI will if sheâs you.â You smile as he pulls you in, holding you as your cheek rests against his shoulder.
âI donât think thereâs anything that you shouldnât be proud of,â you tell him. âYouâre an amazing father.â
âYou donât know how nice it is to hear you say that,â he admits. The worries that heâs being selfish have been gnawing at him for a long time. Heâs always concerned heâs making the wrong choices for his daughter.
âI think it every time I see you with her. I know you said she was a surprise, but you treat her like being her dad is all youâve ever wanted.â
Zach leans to kiss your forehead over and over again, palm gently pressed on your cheek, like heâs making up for all the times he wanted to kiss you but couldnât. You start to giggle under all the kisses, hugging him tighter.
âSpeaking of,â you say, âIâm sure youâre thinking it, too, but we should keep acting like weâre just friends when weâre around our boss.â
He breathes a chuckle, nodding as he looks down at you lovingly.
âYeah,â he murmurs. âWeâll take it slow. Sheâll be so happy when we tell her.â
âYou think so?â you say, your heart blooming from the certainty in his words, from the way he unabashedly intends on being with you and telling his daughter.
âSheâs always asking me if I like you.â Truthfully, Ella asks if he loves you, but again, he doesnât want to use that word until heâs sure youâre comfortable with it.
âReally?â
âOh, yeah,â he says. âShe actually asks if I like you yet. Itâs like she knows itâs inevitable.â
You realize that the way youâre wrapped up in each other does feel like it was always inevitable. You know that your heart would never have been able to resist him. Youâre glad he feels the same way about you.
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A week after the night in your apartment is the semi-final. Youâre sitting in the living room playing with Ella with the game on in the background. Sheâs partly interested, whereas you canât ignore the ball of nerves sitting deep in your stomach.
Zachâs been opening up more about his job when you get time alone, admitting that the pressure can give him tunnel-vision sometimes. Youâve taken on the workload as much as you can so that heâs not too stressed.
Youâve kept things the same when youâre around Ella and youâve already determined that if she asks why youâre so invested in whatâs on tv, youâll simply say you grew an interest in soccer after the home game you both attended. But sheâs too busy playing with clay to care.
The first half ends with no goals scored. You set up an afternoon snack for Ella, letting her help, your mind elsewhere as you imagine Zach in the locker room, wondering what his coach is telling him and what heâs thinking about at this moment.
Five minutes after half-time, the opponents score. Your heart sinks. Twenty minutes later, Zach scores. You have to stifle how loudly you want to cheer.
Then, the game goes to penalty shoot-outs. Zach had told you how much he hates when a game comes down to that. Itâs a nail-biting few minutes, but Zachâs team wins, securing their spot in the finals. In his next game, his team could take the cup.
Right before dinner, you and Ella change into the jerseys youâd secretly bought a few days ago. Zach already told you that even if his team wants to celebrate a win together, heâd prefer to see you two, so you know heâs coming straight home.
He steps through the front door to see you in his teamâs jerseys, rushing to give him a hug. Your arms are around his shoulders while Ellaâs are around his hips, both of you excitedly cheering. Zachâs heart has never felt so full.
âSo, I take it you watched it?â he mumbles into your hair, reveling in the familiar aroma of your shampoo. It takes everything in you not to kiss him when you pull back.
âYou did amazing,â you tell him.
âDaddy, do cats ever come to your games?â Ella asks.
Zach looks at you, puzzled.
âThere was a commercial with clips of animals crashing soccer games,â you explain, laughing. âItâs a valid question.â
âI havenât seen any,â he tells her, kneeling to meet her eyeline. âBut I hope we get one so I can tell you all about it.â
âCould we keep it?â she asks.
âIf a cat comes onto our field and it doesnât have an owner, sure, we can keep it,â he says. She jumps excitedly, then runs off to play. Zach stands up again, grinning at you.
âDonât let her watch any more matches,â he says. âIf a cat shows up, Iâm done for.â You laugh, crossing your arms simply to keep yourself from touching him.
âCongratulations,â you say. âI know you donât like the attention, but you deserve it.â
âThanks.â He looks down at your jersey. âIt looks great on you.â
âYeah?â you ask, turning to show him the back. Itâs his last name and number. He almost canât believe this is really happening, that he met someone like you who cares about him this much.
âBetter on you, I think,â you say.
âImpossible.â
You face him and he gazes at your lips in the way you know means he wants to kiss you. In the few private moments youâve had since you confessed your feelings for each other, youâve shared warm hugs and sweet kisses. You canât wait until you donât have to hide your love for him anymore.
âDinner in twenty,â you tell him. âI bet you worked up an appetite.â
Zachâs legs are heavy as he trudges up the stairs, partly from fatigue, but mostly because the last thing his body wants to do is be away from you.
ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââââ
Zachâs family drives in to watch the championship game at the house. You werenât all that nervous around them before, but now that you and Zach are privately dating, youâre eager to impress them.
He had mentioned to you that he hadnât told them about you yet, but heâs hoping to the next time he sees them. He also told you how his mom had a suspicion about you two, which makes you hope youâre not too obvious.
Itâs only been a couple of weeks since you decided to date, but every moment you get alone with Zach isnât long enough. You knew he was kind-hearted, but now that heâs not holding back, he showers you with affection and compliments, reminding you of how much he appreciates you every day.
Just like it is with Zach, itâs easy with his family. You talk and snack and take turns playing with Ella while you watch the game. The game starts off as promising, but unfortunately, the final ends with a loss for his team.
âHe did tell me they were kind of the underdogs,â you say to his family sadly, watching the screen. âI still think itâs great that he got this far.â
The stadium heâs playing in is hours away and he wonât be getting home until after midnight. You spend the rest of the evening with Zachâs family, wishing you could see him and give him a comforting hug.
When Zach gets to the locker room, dejected and disappointed, he checks his phone to see a text from you. I know itâs not how you wanted the season to end, but you played an amazing game. Weâre all so proud of you, no matter what.
Itâs ten minutes past midnight when you hear the front door open. Youâve been sitting in the kitchen, staying awake on your phone after everyone turned in for the night. You turn on the kettle you already filled with water and find Zach in the dim hallway, meeting his eyes with sympathy.
âYouâre here,â he mumbles in surprise. You only close the distance, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and squeezing him tightly.
âWanted to see you,â you whisper. âAre you okay?â
âIâve had better days,â he admits, kissing your neck. âThis feels good, though.â
âIâm making you some tea if you want it,â you tell him, âbut if youâd rather go to bed, I get it.â
âTea sounds good.â He pulls back, stroking your cheek. âYouâre really proud of me? Even though Iâm a total loser?â
You half-chuckle, nudging him.
âNever call yourself that again,â you say.
âOr what?â
âOr Iâll stop âaccidentallyâ making too much food,â you joke, earning a chuckle from him.
You settle in the kitchen, reminded of the first time you sat together like this all those months ago to plan Ellaâs birthday party. Now sheâs halfway to six years old, growing faster than you could have ever anticipated.
After you put the steaming mug of tea in front of him, Zach puts his hand over yours, squeezing.
âI tried to be positive but I saw it coming,â he admits to you. âThey were the stronger team. Weâll just train harder and hopefully get them next year.â
âAnd Iâll be with you every step of the way,â you say. âJust donât beat yourself up over this, okay? Youâre not a loser.â
âBabyâŚâ Zach breathes a chuckle. âBeing with you makes me feel like Iâm always winning. It sucks to get this far and to put so much work in just to lose, but knowing you and Ella are waiting for me at home⌠That's what my life is really about.â
You stare at him, awestruck, heart beating so hard that you can hear it in your ears.
âI love you,â he says. âIâm sorry if itâs too soon to say, but Iâve loved you for a long time.â
You bite your lip, giving into the urge to lean closer and kiss him. When you pull back, palm resting on his cheek, you smile.
âI love you, too,â you say. âItâs not too soon.â
âPhew. I was more nervous about telling you than I was about the game,â he says. You laugh, pinching his cheek.
âStop being so cute,â you whisper.
âI canât help it,â he quips. âI didnât forget how you said you havenât been on a date in forever. What do you think about tomorrow night? Ella will stay with my family and you and I can go out for dinner.â
âThat sounds perfect,â you tell him. You chat a little longer before you head home.
When Zach tells his mother heâs taking you out for dinner the next morning, sheâs overjoyed to hear that youâre an item now and throws in a few âI told you soâs. When the evening rolls around, he tells Ella heâs running some errands and instead drives to pick you up from your place.
Sitting across from you at a restaurant on a real date feels like a dream. He holds your hand on the table and nudges your knee with his every so often, unable to keep his hands off of you like usual. Itâs like talking with a best friend, the conversation flowing so naturally that he refuses to believe heâs only known you for just shy of a year.
When he drives you home after dinner, you lose track of time kissing him goodnight.
ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââââ
You and Zach had discussed that today would be the day. Now that youâve been together for over eight months, heâs ready to tell Ella.
Itâs a Saturday and Zachâs making lunch while you and Ella set the table. Long gone are the days of spending just a few minutes together, one of you arriving at the house while the other one gets ready to leave. The three of you are almost always a unit now, settled into a routine.
After lunch, you leave as planned so he can talk to her one-on-one. Zach finds Ella drawing on her bedroom floor after he says his goodbyes to you and knocks on her door.
âWhat are you drawing?â he asks.
She holds up the paper, three figures under the shining sun. When he asks if thatâs you, him, and her, she happily nods.
Zach settles on the floor, watching the way she colors in the yellow sun, her legs kicking in the air. Heâs seen a change in his child. Thereâs no doubt about it.
While she was always a happy kid, sheâs grown to be much more expressive and affectionate since you stepped into their lives. You bring out the best in her. The best in him, too.
He tries to force down the tears that come up every time he looks at his daughter and thinks about what happened a year ago. Sheâs too small to have to know the pain of abandonment and betrayal. He pushes away the thought.
âI wanted to ask you something,â Zach says, clearing his throat.
âDo you want another bracelet?â she says.
Zach smirks, looking down at the beaded bracelet on his wrist that she made for him a few days ago. She made you a matching one that you always wear, too.
âYeah, if youâre not too busy,â he says. âBut thatâs not it.â
He says it exactly as he rehearsed, telling her how happy you make him and asking if sheâs okay with you being his girlfriend. When she grins up at him and asks if that means that you can move in with them, he chuckles, tears pricking his eyes.
Zach always felt like he needed to make up for the love Ellaâs mother wasnât giving her. Now, thereâs nothing to make up for, nothing missing. He wishes the circumstances had been different, but he knows heâs lucky that he met you.
He was sure soon after he got to know you that his daughter would grow to love you. Deep down, he was sure that he would grow to love you, too.
ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââââ
Itâs past nine p.m. when Zach gets home from training. Now that heâs in the midst of playoffs again, he doesnât get as much time at home anymore, but he takes it in stride.
When he canât find you on the main floor, he tiptoes upstairs in case youâve fallen asleep putting Ella to bed. Sure enough, sheâs snuggled up next to you, both of you snoozing.
Itâs been a month since he told her about your relationship and somehow, sheâs grown to love you even more now that she knows you love her dad. Zach wonders if Ella can see how much happier he is these days. He tried to hide how empty he felt before, but maybe she caught on.
Heâd rather not know. Heâs rather not think about the past at all, really. Because right now, as he gazes into his daughterâs bedroom to see you hugging each other in your sleep, he knows heâs looking at his future.
(the end)
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Aim for the Sky Part 8 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: Bradley has to preserve your dignity in the most awkward way possible. He's ready for a relaxing few days off at Christmas with your parents, but their visit gets off to a rocky start. But by the end of their trip, Bradley is once again feeling as hopeful for the future as you are.Â
Warnings: Fluff, smut, titty fuck, swearing, angst, pregnancy
Length: 5300 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader
Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.
It might have been amusing if it was happening to someone else, but it definitely wasn't. It was happening to him. Bradley looked at the time as he backed his Bronco out of the driveway at top speed and took off down the street. You and he should have been leaving now to get to the airport on time to pick up your parents, but that was just going to have to wait.
"Jesus Christ," he growled, barely pausing at the stop sign after he made sure nobody was coming. Bradley Ross was still packing up his truck not five minutes ago, so he couldn't have gone far. Through polite conversation, Bradley knew that the contractor lived a little further south in Coronado, so hopefully he could catch up to him quickly.
Bradley loved you with his whole being. You were the smartest, most capable person he had ever met. You also had pregnancy hormones on the brain, and if you weren't currently forgetting full conversations you'd had, you were falling asleep on a whim. Getting dirty photos from you was always a welcome distraction, but right now, you needed to focus a little extra on everything. Apparently having two Bradleys around was not the best idea.
"Yes," Bradley gasped, hitting the accelerator even though he was approaching a red light. The white Ross Construction pickup truck was stopped and waiting, and he cut into the other lane to pull up right next to it. "Shit," he groaned, realizing he couldn't roll his passenger side window down from the driver's seat. He started honking his horn before the light turned green, and the other Bradley turned to look at him in surprise, but his expression immediately melted into apprehension. It was obvious he'd seen the pictures. "God damn it."
After gesturing wildly for him to pull over, the light turned green, and Bradley was relieved when the truck moved through the intersection and then stopped in front of the first house. He pulled the Bronco over in front of the truck and hopped out as soon as he killed the engine. This was about to be one of the most awkward conversations of his life, and he'd had his share.
"Hey," he said as calmly as he could as the other man put his window down. Then he cleared his throat and sighed. "You may have received a text message from my wife in error."
He was met with bright red cheeks and guilt ridden eyes, and Bradley felt his hands curl into fists at his sides as his nostrils flared. Fucking hell, this man had seen your tits.
"Uh, I'm assuming that the mix-up occurred because of our names?" he asked. Bradley could see his phone sitting in the cupholder, and he wanted to snap it in half.Â
"That's right," he replied through gritted teeth. How the fuck was he supposed to proceed here? He needed to make sure your dignity was as intact as it could possibly be at this point, and if he had to get a little aggressive, he would. "Mind letting me see your phone?"
The other man reached for it slowly, and Bradley watched him unlock it as he said, "I only saw the message preview when I started driving."
"But you saw it," Bradley snapped, rubbing his temple as he held out his other hand palm side up.
"Yeah."
Once the phone was in his hand, he confirmed that the message was still unread. At least there was that. While Bradley Ross may have seen your glorious breasts for himself, at least he'd only have his memory to rely on from here on out. He took his time and deleted each of the three photos. Then he emptied out the trash folder. Then he double checked that there was no trace of the photos anywhere before he deleted your contact information from the man's address book. After one more quick sweep to be sure his wife's tits were nowhere to be found, he handed the phone back to the abashed looking man.
He wasn't going to apologize for chasing him down, and he wasn't going to threaten him for something you started. Instead Bradley merely muttered, "Happy holidays," before returning to his Bronco and sliding into the seat.
He didn't realize how much his heart was pounding until he was sitting there in the silent interior, watching the Ross Construction truck pull away. He dug your phone out of his pocket while he started to calm down. When he entered your pass code, he saw that you had a new text from Cam but nothing else. Out of extreme caution, he blocked the other Bradley's phone number before deleting it from your address book, and then he started up the engine.
"What the hell am I supposed to do with her?" he muttered to himself as he pulled a u-turn and headed home. He thought about spanking you, but he was certain you'd just enjoy yourself. Frankly he would too. He wanted to lecture you about always checking the recipient before trying to send him something dirty, but he knew you probably already felt badly enough. When he pulled into the driveway, he saw you peering out the front window, waiting for him. Then he walked inside with his fingers wrapped around both phones and found you standing in the middle of the living room.
"What happened?" you asked, worrying your hands in front of your pregnant belly. Your eyes were wide, and you bit down on your lip, clearly beyond concerned to hear what he had to say. All thoughts of scolding you fled his mind, and when he opened his arms, you rushed toward him.Â
"I took care of it. Deleted everything from his phone."
"On my god," you moaned, your belly pressing against him as you sighed in relief. He wrapped his arms around you as you settled against his chest and looked up at him. "Did he see the photos?" you asked softly. When he nodded, you winced. "I'm so sorry, Roo."
Tears filled your eyes as he sighed and looked around the room. The house was spotlessly clean, and the mostly undecorated Christmas tree was standing tall in the corner by the window. Everything was ready for your parents to get here, but neither of you made a move to leave.Â
"I'm not mad at you, Sweetheart. It's not like you sent them to him on purpose," he whispered.
"I would never," you replied, voice filled with conviction. "These are all yours. And soon to be Rosie's." You patted your chest, and Bradley smiled.
"She's the only one I'm dividing my time with." He kissed your forehead. "We should leave to get your parents before it gets any later."
You agreed, and Bradley got you all buckled into the red Bronco. Of course there was a ton of traffic now that it was the peak of rush hour, and shortly into the drive you told him, "My dad texted me. They already landed."
"They're just going to have to wait," he replied, trying his best to merge onto the highway.
You were silent for a few minutes while you messed around on your phone, but finally you asked him, "Did you at least like the pictures?"
Bradley glanced at you from the corner of his eyes. "Of your tits?"
"Yeah," you whispered. "You didn't say anything about them."
He was practically ramming into other cars to try to find a spot in the parking garage at San Diego International after chasing down another man and forcefully demanding he hand over his phone, and you were honestly worried about whether or not he liked the way your boobs looked in the photos. He barked out a laugh as he swung the Bronco into a spot and parked.Â
"What?" you asked, frowning at him. "You've been very vocal about them!"
He gestured for your phone, and you handed it to him before crossing your arms over your chest. Even though the two of you were late, he took a moment to really look at the photos in question again. He liked the first one where it looked like you were about to spill out of your bra. The second was just as nice since you were showing off your breasts and your wedding rings. And the third one was the main event, literally a vivid depiction of where he currently most enjoyed letting himself unload after he fucked you.
"Yes, Baby Girl. I like the pictures. In fact, I love them." He texted them from your phone to his, making sure he had the correct name selected before he gave your phone back. "And I'd love to see them in person when we get home later if you're in the mood."
You rolled your eyes and squeezed your thighs together. "I'll almost certainly be in the mood," you informed him as you opened your door.
"Oh, one more thing," he said, and you glanced back at him as he smirked. "How about you let me be the resident photographer for the time being?"
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Your mom and dad looked annoyed when the two of you showed up late to retrieve them from the airport after weeks of assuring them that you'd pick them up without issue, but as soon as they saw your belly, they calmed down.
"Look at you!" your mom gushed, rubbing her hands together before placing them on your bump. "How's our sweet granddaughter?" she asked as Bradley started to collect their luggage.
"Very active," you told her with a smile. "She'll start doing somersaults if you wait there long enough."
"Really?" your dad chimed in, coming to stand with your mom after helping Bradley. That's how you ended up with four hands plastered to your midsection while your husband stood behind you and kissed your ear.
"Want to tell them her name?" he whispered, his lips brushing your skin. You had to assume he wasn't too upset about Bradley Ross and the boob photos if he was still just as loving as always.Â
Of course your mom heard every word he said and practically shouted, "You picked out a name?"
You nodded as your parents both stared at you. "Rose."
"Rose!" your mom gasped like she'd just won the lottery.
"That's pretty," your dad mused, and that's when the baby started thumping in what seemed like delight. "I feel her!"
"So do I! Hi, Rose! It's your Nana!"
You desperately wanted to go home and eat dinner, but you stood there until your parents wore themselves out asking questions and trying to feel the baby move. Eventually Bradley said, "You must be tired and hungry. There's food at the house, and the attic renovation is done and ready for you."
"Perfect," your mom replied. "You can just tuck us away up there, and we'll be out of your hair."
"That's the idea," Bradley muttered, and you elbowed him hard in the ribs as he led the way outside, pulling the massive suitcase behind him. "Watch it, Sweetheart, or I'll tell them why we were late."
"You wouldn't," you whispered.
He just shrugged. "You think I care if they know you tried to send me dirty pictures? Really, it just shows how much you love me."
You rolled your eyes as he smirked while your parents chattered away about how crazy it was to spend Christmas in California for the first time ever.
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Bradley thought your parents would be exhausted and in bed as soon as he started cleaning up from dinner, but your dad headed for the nursery to inspect the new furniture which was still in the boxes, and your mom started unpacking your childhood Christmas ornaments from her carry on bag.
"Oh!" you gushed as she handed some to you. "I forgot about these! Bradley, look! It's my handprint from when I was four!"
You were holding up a seriously hideous green and purple Play Doh blog that Tramp was trying to lick, but he couldn't help but smile. "Maybe we can make one with Rosie each year," he mused as you hung it on the tree.
"We have to," you told him as you unwrapped another homemade ornament. You got lost in conversation with your mom, so he wandered to the nursery to see what your dad was up to.
"Hey," he said from the doorway with a little chuckle. Your dad was sitting on the floor with all of the crib parts laid out around him.
"Just checking to make sure everything's here," he muttered, counting a handful of screws. "We're probably going to want to get started on this project first thing in the morning so we have time to get it all done."
"Sure," Bradley agreed. "Thanks again for agreeing to help me with it."
"Happy to help," he murmured, adjusting his reading glasses to peruse the instruction booklet. "Happy to help." Your dad stood and rubbed his back before following Bradley out of the room. They found you and your mom out on the back patio with the lights on, looking at the massive playset.
"It's so cute!" your mom said.
"It's over the top," you responded. "Bradley just had to have it."
"He's going to be a good dad. Give him a break. I can't believe he built this thing by himself."
"Jake helped him," you told her.
"Jake helped a tiny bit," Bradley announced, and you turned to look at him with a little smile. "You know what would be fun?"
"Hmm?" you hummed, and your parents both turned to look at him.
"We could put strings of lights on the playset."
"That's a great idea, Roo!" The three of you were immediately discussing whether the lights should be white or colorful, and you were clapping your hands in excitement. Having your parents out for a California Christmas, especially with the Nugget coming soon, just felt right. The tree he picked out already looked better covered in your ornaments, and your dad was going to help him knock some of his projects off his to-do list.Â
He didn't feel awkward in his own skin like he did on occasion when he missed his mom so much it hurt. She would have loved every second of your pregnancy. She would have been on the phone every night, bugging the hell out of him, but Bradley would do anything to have her back. When you slipped your hand into his, he pulled you closer and said, "I'm happy your parents are here."
You kissed him right in front of them and wrapped your hand around the back of his neck. He vaguely heard your parents say they were going to head up to bed and to have a good night which was convenient, because after everything that happened today, he was ready to be alone with you.
"Come on," he whispered when you broke the kiss. "I want to snuggle with you and Rosie." He called Tramp inside, and you led him toward the bedroom with your hand held loosely in his. But you didn't head for the bathroom or climb into bed. Instead you pulled his shirt off and tugged down his gym shorts and underwear before pointing to the bed.
"Have a seat," you told him, his cock shamelessly responding to you, already bobbing excitedly in anticipation of what was to come. Wordlessly, he took a seat at the edge of the bed and watched you pull your shirt over your belly and all the way off. His lips and hands were on your bump, and when you pulled your sports bra over your head, his mouth found your breasts.Â
"I've got a little treat for you, Roo," you told him, brushing your fingers through his hair as he pulled your nipple between his lips. You moaned softly and added, "For being the best husband earlier and chasing down the man I accidentally texted dirty pictures to."
He grunted and grinned as he let your nipple pop free. "This is all mine," he said as he gestured at your body, and you nodded vigorously.Â
"Absolutely." When you took a step toward your nightstand, he whined softly, but when you returned to him with a small bottle of lube in your hand, his eyes lit up.
"What are you doing, Baby Girl?" His voice sounded excited even to his own ears, and he had to reach down to stroke himself as you drizzled the clear lube onto your own breasts before tossing the bottle aside. "What are you gonna let me do to you?"
He swallowed hard as you ran both of your hands slowly along your tits until they were glistening. "I'm going to do all the work," you told him. "Just relax." When you went to kneel in front of him, Bradley helped you get down with his hands on your biceps. And then you took his cock between your lips as your silky, slick fingers glided across his balls.
"Fuck," he sighed, enjoying the sight of your shiny breasts, and a second later his length was sandwiched beautifully between them. "Oh my god."
You smiled up at him as you squeezed your tits together until he was grunting loudly, and then you moved your body slowly up and down. He watched his own cock disappear between your breasts and then reappear over and over. He was mesmerized by the smooth glide and the immaculate view he had of your face and chest.Â
"Feel good?" you asked, and he nodded like an idiot as he ran his thumb along the perfect curve of your cheek. "You can touch me, Daddy."
"Oh hell." He let his thumb drift down to your nipple as you held him in place and fucked him with your tits until his balls were tight and his leg was shaking. You started kissing at his tip each time it was near your lips, and he had to grab at the bedding to keep himself in check.
After a few more slow movements, you reached for his hands and placed them where yours had been, on the outside of each breast. He squeezed himself in there tight as you said, "Go for it, Roo." Once you were holding onto his thighs to keep yourself steady, Bradley fucked your tits and played with your nipples until he was whining your name.Â
He knew the attic renovation had been a great idea, but he was surprised it was paying off so soon. Your body felt magical as he went a little faster, and then he was spurting his cum everywhere. Your chin, lips and chest were painted white with his seed, and it dripped down to your belly as your tongue darted out to taste him.Â
"Holy shit," he panted, looking everywhere for his phone. "I need a picture of this."
You reached into the pocket of his shorts which were on the floor and handed it to him. He took pictures of the pretty mess he made, including one where you were rubbing his cum along your skin. The swell of your belly was beautiful with his baby inside, and Bradley moaned as you licked the bead of cum from the tip of his cock.Â
"You ready to snuggle?" you asked him, turning to kiss the inside of his thigh.
"Yeah." He really felt like he had it all.
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In the days leading up to Christmas, Bradley and your dad managed to get the furniture built for the nursery with time to spare. "Can you pick a paint color, Sweetheart?" Bradley asked you on the twenty-third, holding up your final two favorites. "Your dad and I can probably get the room painted tomorrow if we go to the store today."
You looked back and forth between the sky blue sample and the rosy pink sample. "I love them both," you whispered, chewing on the tip of your thumb, indecision washing over you.
Bradley turned them around to look at them and seemed to have the same issue. "I have an idea. Will you let me make the decision?"
"Absolutely," you sighed, pleased that you didn't have to pull that trigger. "Whatever you want."
They sent you out for lunch with your mom and Nat on Christmas eve, which actually turned into a stop at the mall with all of the last minute shoppers. You didn't need to buy anything else, but you helped Nat pick out a few things, and your mom seemed amused.Â
When you got home, all of the windows were open because the house smelled like paint, and your dad and Bradley were assembling something on the living room floor that you didn't know had even been purchased. "What's that?" you asked, eyeing your husband who couldn't seem to help but go overboard. "Bradley, I thought I put a cap on your spending for the baby!"
"It's from us," your parents said in unison.
"Oh."
"Oh," Bradley said, jokingly mimicking your voice. "I told you I was going to behave, and I have been behaving."
You leaned down and kissed the top of his head. "It is a chair?"
"Merry Christmas," your mom said. "It's a glider chair for the nursery. It'll be easier to feed her next to her crib so you can put her right back in bed when she's done. Not that my granddaughter will be anything but the sweetest little girl and most amazing sleeper."
Your eyes welled with tears as you hugged her. "Thanks for the overpriced chair. I love it."
Bradley stood with a soft grunt and reached for your hand. "If the smell isn't bothering you too much, can I show you the paint?"
"Yes," you said, wiping your eyes on his undershirt. You were suddenly so overwhelmed by how your parents came out for the holiday, but more than anything they were helping you get things ready for the next stage of life. Bradley led you down the hallway to the closed door and turned the knob. When he flicked the light on, you gasped. Three walls were blue, and the fourth wall was the dusty rose color you liked so much.
"I was thinking we could get the cloud decals for the blue walls and make the rosy wall look like a sunset," he said softly. "That could be pretty, right?"
You were fully crying now as you hugged him. "I think that sounds beautiful."
He kissed you as his hand settled on the sweet spot on your belly where he could usually feel a kick. "I just want my girls happy."
"We're happy with you."
The two of you spent a few minutes looking at the crib and the new dresser and the changing table. The bedding still needed to be washed, but it was folded on top of the dresser, and you ran your hand along the pastel airplanes and clouds. "I can't wait to meet her."
Bradley held you close and said, "I hope she's just like you."
When you finally walked back out to the kitchen, you were still swiping at your tears. Your mom was putting together some simple finger foods for Christmas Eve dinner, and your dad was putting the finishing touches on the new chair. There were Christmas carols playing softly through your wireless speaker, and you just didn't think the tears were going to stop.
You turned to your husband and quietly sobbed, "I wish your parents were here. I think about them so much, and I hate that I never got to meet either one of them."
"Shhh. Don't cry, Sweetheart," he crooned pulling you to his chest again. "I don't want you to cry." He was quiet for a moment as you looked at the tree, your tears turning the lights into a streaky mess. "My mom would have loved you. And she would have been over the moon for the baby. Just like your parents are. I know it's not fair. I think about it every fucking day, but I don't want you to cry when we still have so much."
You clung to him a little tighter as Rosie did a somersault. "You're right."
Your parents didn't seem concerned when Bradley held you a while longer. Then the four of you ate dinner, and you dipped literally everything into your favorite hot sauce. Then you brought the presents out from their hiding spot in the bathroom closet and set them under the tree while Bradley cleaned up the kitchen. Your mom and dad were already fast asleep by the time you climbed into bed and yawned.
"Can I read to you from the Nugget Notebook?" Bradley asked as he pulled the covers back on his side and got in as well.
"Of course," you whispered, tossing your glasses on your nightstand and snuggling up next to him.
He cleared his throat and you drifted off to sleep to the sound of his voice. "Hey, Rosie. Your mom is so funny. She thinks I've been buying you an exorbitant amount of stuff. She's completely correct. I have been. But you know who's even worse than me? Your grandparents."
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Bradley never let his expectations get ahead of himself on holidays. He spent two decades mostly on his own, doing very little celebrating. But that was before you. By seven o'clock in the morning, you were yanking him out of bed. When he tried to reach for your belly to say good morning, you swatted his hands away and gave him a quick kiss. "Rosie says Merry Christmas. Now let's get up."
"Jesus," he grunted. "What's the rush, Sweetheart?"
You kissed him again and said, "I promised your cousin Brenda we would FaceTime with her, and it's already late in Virginia."
He just stared at you. Somehow you always remembered everything and everyone. He knew you sent cards to his family members, and he knew Brenda would appreciate talking to the two of you. "You're the sweetest thing," he said as he climbed out of bed.Â
He pulled on his gray sweatpants before following you out of the bedroom. Your parents were already up wearing their matching pajamas, and the whole house smelled like cinnamon rolls and coffee. "Merry Christmas," your mom greeted, giving him a kiss on the cheek, and Bradley did a double take when he saw the tree. There were at least twice as many presents there now as when he went to bed.Â
"What's this?" he asked. "It actually looks like Santa came."
"Oh, we just brought a few things with us," your mom said. "Things for Rose. And some treats for Tramp."
"Jesus," he muttered as you handed him the iPad. "The baby isn't even here yet, and they just keep getting worse."
You nodded as you dialed Brenda's number, and when she answered, you asked how she was and showed off your bump before handing the call over to Bradley to have a few minutes alone with his mom's favorite cousin. Then he ate six cinnamon rolls and gave himself a stomach ache before it was time to open the enormous pile of presents.
There were onesies and pacifiers and bibs. Toys and a crib mobile that matched the bedding. Bottles and diapers and teething rings and little floral bath towels. Bradley was completely overwhelmed, and he kind of felt terrible when he handed your parents the set of cutting boards and the laser level you and he picked out for them.
"This is for you." He looked up as you held out a box with a smile on your face. "Well, it's for you and for Rosie."
Bradley's heart skipped a beat as you and your parents watched him unwrap a box, and when he pulled the lid off, his face broke out into a huge smile. You and he had matching shirts, and now he'd be able to match with his Nugget, too. "I love it," he said softly, holding up a large shirt and a very small one. The pink floral design was the same color as the bedroom wall he'd just painted yesterday, and the fabric was very soft. "Thank you, Sweetheart."Â
He kissed you and handed you the tiny box he had tucked back behind all the others. He felt a little nervous giving it to you with your parents here, but it didn't really matter. They would see it eventually anyway. When you opened the little jewelry box and met his eyes, you said, "Help me put it on." He leaned in closer and unclasped your necklace chain. You wore the airplane charm and the little dog tag that said Baby Girl every day, and now you'd have another one with them. "It's absolutely perfect," you whispered as you slid the gold rose onto the chain.
"Just like my girls," he promised. "When she's old enough, I'll buy one for her, too, so you can match."
"I love you." You mashed your lips against his as you crawled to his lap, and Bradley didn't stop your parents from making a detour to the kitchen to start prepping for dinner.
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After Christmas dinner, the four of you drove around in the red Bronco to look at lights. You made a quick trip to drop off presents for Jeremiah, and then you and Bradley stopped by to say goodbye to Bob. He looked like he was glued to Maria, so you took that as a good sign.
"I'll never get over the palm trees covered in lights," your mom remarked from the backseat while Christmas music played on the radio.
You played with your new necklace charm as you said, "I think there are a lot of things here that will always look weird to us."
"We're hardy east coast people," Bradley murmured as he turned back onto your street. "Look, they decorated a cactus," he said in disgust, and you started laughing.Â
"Is that house for sale?" your dad asked, pointing out the window. "It's hard to tell in the dark."
"Yeah," Bradley replied. "It's been on the market for a few weeks. It looks like it needs a lot of work."
"The last thing we need is a fixer upper," your mom told your dad, and your heart beat a little faster.Â
"Dad, are you going to retire?" you asked, too afraid to even ask the more pertinent question on your mind as you played with Bradley's fingers on your lap.
"It's within the realm of possibilities," your dad replied. "Your mom wants to move a little closer to the two of you."
"Three!" she said. "Rose will be here before we know it!"
"The three of you," your dad corrected.
This wasn't the first time this topic had been discussed, but you didn't want to get your hopes up. "Are you still thinking California?"
You dad laughed. "Your mom is obsessed with the Coronado housing market."
"Obsessed is a strong word," she said, and you gave Bradley's hand a little squeeze.
"Tell me we just finished the attic for nothing," your husband mumbled as your parents argued in the backseat, but you just leaned in and kissed him.
"Aww, come on, Roo. Rosie can make one of those rooms her bedroom in a few years," you told him. "You know, so there's separation."
He grunted in approval, and then your dad asked, "Could you leave the car keys out for us to drive around a bit in the morning before you take us to the airport? The two of you can sleep in while we check out the area a little bit more."
"Absolutely," you told him as Bradley pulled back into the driveway of your cute Craftsman with all the extra bedrooms and the strings of lights around the windows. Your parents climbed out of the back, but you tugged on Bradley's hand to keep him in place. "Can I have another one of my million orgasms while they're driving around tomorrow morning?"
He ran his rough thumb along your cheek and kissed you. "My Baby Girl can have absolutely anything she fucking wants."
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Roo gives the best gifts. The nursery is virtually finished and so is the playset. Now we wait for the Nugget to finish cooking. A shower and a babymoon and trouble are on the way soon. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls
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(Oh My God) They Were Roommates
Chapter Eleven - Reunited (and it feels so good)
Lando Norris and Y/N L/N were teammates. Tension had been between from the minute they started driving together and, when it only got worse, McLaren CEO Zac Brown decides there's only one solution: Have them live together.
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Warnings: dick sucking, fucking, mentions of necklace lando (bc goddamn)
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It wasn't common for teammates to visit each other in the hospital after a crash. The McLaren team didn't expect it, didn't expect for Lando to rush straight to the hospital as soon as the race was done.
He went straight to her room, where she was laying on the hospital bed getting some well deserved rest. When Lando walked into the room, her eyes flew open. It must have been from the sound of his footsteps, he justified.
She sat up with a groan and looked at Lando. "Hey," she said, rubbing her eyes. "What're you doing here?"
"I had to come visit you, didn't I?" Lando said as he sat on the seat beside her bed.
Y/N let her head fall to the side as she looked at him. "Well, I appreciate it, Lan. But you don't have to stay here. You can go if you'd like," she said and patted the hand that sat on the bed.
But Lando wasn't going anywhere. When the doctor came to discharge her, Lando asked every question he could think of, acting like her boyfriend. When she was discharged (she had flu and slight dehydration, not enough for the doctors to keep her in), Lando walked out holding her things.
He had his arm around her. Keeping her up, he said. It didn't matter whether it was true or not, Lando didn't let go of her until they were back in her hotel room, packing her things.
Lando was supposed to leave Sunday evening, after the race. But he stuck around, waiting for Y/N to get out of the hospital. He was gonna take her home with him, take care of her once they were back at the apartment.
"You gave me a scare there," said Lando as he drover her back to the apartment. "For a minute I was scared you were pregnant."
Y/N ran her hands over her face. "Jesus, shit, Lando. We've used a condom almost every time! You over dramatic asshole." That last bit she muttered under her breath.
She climbed out of the car, slamming the door shut behind her. As exhausted as she was, she still marched away from him, making her way up to their apartment. Lando watched as she walked away from the car, disappearing through the door of the apartment complex.
She hid herself away in her room for the next few days, only emerging to make herself soup and tea. That was what kept her going, the irregularly timed bowls of soup and constant cups of fruity teas.
She wasn't avoiding Lando, wasn't exactly mad at him for being so dramatic, but she didn't want to get him sick. So, she stayed away.
She got worse before she got better, watched her favourite movies on repeat as she waited for her coughing and her sneezing to stop. Every day Lando knocked on her door with a cup of tea, which Y/N took gratefully. She didn't drink it, though. The gesture was incredibly sweet, but Lando couldn't make a decent cup of tea to save his life.
On the first day that she was feeling ever so slightly better, she was bored. And she missed Lando. She missed the feel of his body beneath hers, the way he gripped her hips as he moved her on top of him.
The box under her bed should have kept her company, but she was too sick for that. Plus, it just reminded her of the times that she and Lando spent together, using the items in said box.
She didn't emerge from her room until the second day that she was feeling better. Her throat was still tickling, but her nose wasn't running and she didn't feel like she needed a nap every time she so much as moved a muscle.
Y/N walked out of her room. She sat herself on the sofa, putting her feet up onto the coffee table, and turned on the television.
"Holy shit, you're alive," said Lando as he emerged from his own room.
Y/N cleared her throat and adjusted herself in her seat. "Lovely to see you too, Lan," she muttered, her head turned to the side to look at him. "You want to watch Star Wars with me? Meet your namesake?"
"I was not named after Star Wars Lando," he insisted as though they'd had this conversation several times before.
"His name is Lando Calrissian, you should know that."
For all of his protesting, Lando sat beside her anyway. He copied her pose, placed his feet up on the coffee table (knocking one foot into hers), and opened his arm, letting her tuck herself into his side.
"When do we meet Lando?" He asked, his fingertips playing with the ends of her hair.
She smirked at that. "Oh, in the next movie," she said quietly, taking his other hand and playing with his fingertips.
Lando went to stand up, but she clamped her fingers around his wrist. "Nope, Lan, you're going to stay here and you're going to like it."
So, he stayed. Not because he was sucked into the science fiction movie from the seventies that his roommate seemed to love, but because she wanted him there. As long as she wanted him, he wasn't going anywhere.
On the third day, Y/N was feeling right as rain.
In her hoodie and shorts (with lingerie beneath), she knocked on Lando's bedroom door. "Lando Norrissian! I'm feeling better and I want to get freaky!"
She pushed open the door.
Sat in his gaming chair in his best pants, Lando smirked as she walked into the room. She strode over to him, throwing off her hoodie as she did so. "Fuck me, Lan," she began (which he quietly replied to). "I've been looking forward to this since the last Grand Prix.
She got to her knees, blinking up at him as she touched him through his pants. "Has little Lando missed me too?" She asked, running her tongue along her bottom lip.
"Don't call him that," Lando muttered, but he was hard beneath her touch.
She pushed down his boxers allowing him to spring free. "Missed you too, buddy," she whispered and kissed the head of his cock.
Lando couldn't reply. He simply moaned and bucked his hips up. Y/N kept a hold of him, keeping him still as she took him into her mouth. It wasn't the easiest, considering she was still recovering from the flu, but she still sucked him. Not pushing herself too hard, her gag reflex couldn't handle that for the time being.
Lando's fingers knotted through her hair, holding her tightly. He wasn't directing her or forcing her down onto his cock, letting her control the pace. He just wanted something to hold.
Just once did Y/N take him all the way in. She sucked his head before pushing all the way down, until her nose made contact with his navel. But she quickly pulled away from him, took some time to recover before she started again.
As she swirled her tongue along his head, she moved her hand up and down his shaft. Lando's eyes were shut as he moaned and tugged on her hair. Clearly, he was enjoying it. "Fuck, Y/N," he cried, the muscles in his neck straining.
She pulled off of him. "Your turn?" Offered Lando, but she shook her head as she ran to his bedside table.
"If your not inside of me in the next thirty seconds we will be having problems," she said as she pulled out a condom and immediately tore the packaging.
They'd gotten good at putting on Condoms since they moved in together. No longer did they have that awkward struggle of working out which way was the right way. She kneeled in front of him again as she rolled it onto his dick, stood up and jumped on the bed, spread eagle.
Someone was eager, that much was clear.
Lando grinned as he got out of his gaming chair. He pushed his boxers to his feet and stepped out of them. "Hurry up, Lan," she whined.
Lando pulled off her panties. He climbed on top of her and leaned down to kiss her. She could wait if it meant a moment of intimacy. She accepted though, wrapping her arms around him and holding him close as to not let him again away. "Fuck, I've missed you," she whispered, her eyes shut.
Lando pulled away. He held himself as he pushed forward, gently pushing through her folds. Somehow it felt like the first time all over again. She arched her back as he continued to push forward, until he was fully sheathed inside of her.
"Fuck me," she whispered, unable to hold herself back.
Even when inside of her, Lando was still a cocky little shit. "I'm trying," he muttered through a grin as he snapped his hips forward.
As if on instinct, she wrapped her legs around him, hands on his shoulders as he fucked her. Lando had his hands on either side of her head, looming over her as he moved. His breaths were coming out in short puffs, a sheen of sweat appearing on his skin.
There was no better sight than Lando above her, she decided. If she died now, she'd die happy, the image of Lando thrusting into her forever burned into her memory.
Lando used his strong arm to prop himself up on one hand. The other travelled down, touching her body. His fingertips against her stomach had her gasping, but they kept travelling down, until they were nestled between her folds, touching her clit.
It was quite a skill he had, to fuck her like that while he was touching her. It had her moaning and writhing, oh so close to the edge. "Please, please, please," she cried over and over again as Lando grew faster.
Her walls were clenching around him, squeezing him in a delicious way. He felt her let go, maybe before she did. She cried out once more, her body tensing up, her nails raking down his back, leaving red marks as she came.
Lando kept going. Her nails against his back stung, but he loved it. He'd wear those marks forever, if he could.
Lando's thrusts grew sloppy. His grunts grew louder until he finally stopped, spilling his seed inside of the condom.
Swiftly he pulled out and disposed of it, throwing it away in the bin in his bedroom. Breathlessly, Y/N sat up, propped up by her elbows. "Holy fucking shit, Lando Norris. That was..."
"I'd missed you too," Lando answered as he sat on the end of the bed. He went to say something else, but he hesitated. Y/N didn't notice, though, too distracted by the marks she had left on his back. "Do... do you wanna take a bath with me?" He asked.
Still dressed in nothing, the two of them walked to the bathroom. Lando kept his arm around her as he did so. He sat her on top of the closed toilet lid and set about running the bath water. "You know, if you threw in a necklace, you'd look so fucking hot, Lan," she mumbled, leaning her head against the wall.
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Cabin Fever - (Regina George x F Reader) Part 2
Fandom;
Mean Girls (2024)
Pairings:
Regina George x Reader
Summary:
The students of Northshore go on a school trip for a week in the forest. You end up getting to know the apex predator in a way youâd never seen her before.
Warnings;
Underage smoking, underage drinking, ED mentions.
Parts
Part 1// Part 2// Part 3// Part 4// Part 5// Part 6
Regina doesnât say a word to you, or even glance your way.
She storms in and throws her bag down onto the bed next to yours, sweeping your clothes onto the floor with her hand. You open you mouth to protest but she cuts you off.
âNot a word, loser.â
Loser means she hasnât got anything specific against you. No blackmail material, no weird rumours. Loser is a good place to be.
You sit on your bed and watch in silence as she starts to replace the pillows on the bed with her own pink pillows and satin blanket. She takes up over half the drawers for her own clothes, moving yours into a single pile at the bottom of the shared wardrobe. She puts her makeup and toothbrush, both varying shades of pink in the bathroom. Sheâs marking her territory.
âDonât touch my shit.â She scowls, flips her hair and swiftly leaves the cabin. Her faint vanilla scent lingers in the air. Itâs both intoxicating and sickly.
You wait a few minutes before you leave too, just to make sure you donât accidentally bump into her and make yourself a target. The last thing you want is to be Reginaâs plaything of the week.
Todays activity would be orienteering. You stand around the campfire pit, avoiding the crowd, waiting for instruction on where to go.
âPlease stay in your room groups, follow the map youâve been given. Youâll be taken to where your group will be starting, just follow the map back to camp. Everyone understand?â
There are excited chatters as everyone groups up with their friends. Unfortunately for you, the crowd parts to reveal Regina whoâs giving you a look like she might murder you in the woods and leave you there.
You wait, in silence, next to Regina, for a camp member to pick you up in a jeep and drive through the forest to your particular starting point.
âPlease donât make me, donât leave me here. Iâm too pretty for thisâ Regina whines as the keep drives away, leaving you both stranded in a clearing.
Against better judgement you decide to speak. âIâm sorry you couldnât go with Karen and Gretchen.â
âWhatever, just give me the map.â She snaps and snatches it from your hands. Wordlessly she stomps off through the trees. You have no option but to follow like a lost puppy.
As it happens, Regina isnât a great map reader. And lots of the forest looks identical which makes it even harder. Your feet start to ache, you feel like youâve been walking in circles for the past couple of hours.
âCan I please just look quickly, I trust you know where weâre going but I think I should still just look at the mapâ you try to reason which was clearly an awful move because she starts to turn around slowly to face you.
She moves,sheâs stalking you like prey as she comes towards you.
âAre you calling me dumb?â She growls.
You shake your head, suddenly unable to speak, afraid that any sound past your lips would make her pounce.
âIâm reading the map, loser. I donât want to be stuck out here any longer than necessary.â She spins around and continues her forward march through the forest.
This is going to be a long day.
Itâs been hours since you or Regina said a word to each other, and hours since you started walking. You hadnât stopped for a break. You managed to eat an apple while you walked, throwing the core into a bush but Regina hadnât taken her hands off of the map to eat, drink or give you a look at where you were going.
You felt for your box of cigarettes in your pocket. Regina probably wouldnât turn around or notice, and you needed one now, Regina is really starting to test your patience. Just as you put the cigarette to your lips ready to light ,Reginaâs knee buckles and she trips slightly, heading straight for the ground.
Instinctively you go to catch her, both hands under her arms.
âGet off me weirdo.â She barks but it comes out a little more strained than usual. Sheâs gone pale and thereâs a sheen of sweat across her perfect forehead. Somehow sheâs still effortlessly beautiful.
She pushes herself up and tries to keep walking but her legs start to falter again and you rush forward again and catch her as she faints.
You try calling her name, shaking her gently, offering her water but nothing brings her round. Her hands feel cold.
Fuck.
In a panic you call the emergency number a teacher had given you and someone says theyâll come to collect you both in a jeep and administer first aid.
Regina comes round before the jeep arrives and you can feel the anger and embarrassment radiating off her. You try and think of something to say. She doesnât speak to you the entire way back.
Everyone stares as they see you both come back to camp after being picked up but Regina plays it off well, bragging that she even gets treated like royalty here. You admire her ability to make quick excuses, and to be honest she still looks like royalty. Beautiful blonde hair cascading past her shoulders, icy blue eyes, sweet vanilla scent, outfit still perfect. Only you noticed the lingering sweat, the nervous look in her eye and the slight grass stain on the back of her jacket.
When the car stops Regina gets out and immediately goes to find Gretchen and Karen to sit together for dinner. Half of you is glad sheâs gone, she was starting to get irritating, but you also want to make sure sheâs okay. You go back to the table you were at before, you canât help but watch her again.
Just making sure sheâs okay, you repeat to yourself.
This time you watch her eat closely, notice she picks up food and when her friends arenât looking and drops it under the bench onto the dusty floor. You wonder if thatâs why she fainted earlier. Youâre not sure why the thought of that makes you angry, and a knot forms in your stomach. It makes it hard to finish your food.
When dinner is over the teachers watch the three girls closely, making sure they go back to their newly assigned cabins. All three comply which means thereâs a moody Regina heading your way.
You sit on your bed and pretend not to hear the door open, and keep your eyes fixed on your phone, pretending to read or maybe scroll social media.
The giveaway is that you forgot to let out the breath you were holding.
âIf you tell anyone what happened I will ruin your life.â
You just nod, not daring to look up at her until you hear her lay on her bed and roll so sheâs facing the wall away from you.
Then you allow your eyes to look at the sleeping lioness, her breathing seems slow. Maybe sheâs asleep.
Your eyes trace down her curves- that is dangerous territory. You look away sharply just incase somehow she knows youâre looking.
Sheâs probably asleep.
You reach over to your bag and try and pull out your switch as quietly as possible. Mario kart, thatâll take your mind off of Regina.
Youâre on your third lap when you feel the bed move and smell that addicting, warm vanilla scent.
âWhat is that youâre playing, dweeb?â Itâs like she canât even ask a normal question without it being insulting.
âMario kart? Have you never played Mario kart?â You question her, meeting her gaze which seems slightly less intense than usual. To be honest, you canât really picture someone like Regina playing a dorky game like Mario.
You disconnect the joy cons and throw one at her. She gives you a wary, icy look and picks up one of the controllers, scooting closer while still maintaining a large gap between you both.
Youâre disappointed for some reason.
She obviously picks peach, and the pinkest cart, completely ignoring its stats which makes you giggle to yourself. You play as Bowser.
The first race you explain the controls to her, she picks it up quite quickly but you have years of experience on her and win.
She pouts and sends a glare your way. You stick your tongue out.
She giggles, Regina giggles and it might be the best sound youâve heard. You definitely want to hear more. She doesnât seem threatening like this. How much of Regina was an act?
The second race, she loses again, you win but not by too much, sheâs definitely getting better. When you look over at her, her brows are furrowed and sheâs completely lost in the game now, determined to win. The way she licks her lips when sheâs concentrating makes you blush, and youâre glad she doesnât look up.
The third game is nearly neck and neck but you beat her again. She finally snaps.
âWhat the fuck, you gave me a shit controller! I could have beat you!â She yells.
âNot my fault you suck at Mario kart.â You quip back bravely. She also sucks at losing apparently.
Suddenly she springs up and pounces, desperately trying to grab the controller off of you, but you hold on. You nearly forget why youâre holding it, mostly youâre squeezing the controller to distract yourself from Reginaâs hair tickling your face, her lips being so close, her knees either side of your thighs.
She puts up a good fight but you start to see that familiar sheen of sweat and she seems cold and clammy all of a sudden. She must notice this because she huffs out a whatever and gets up, wobbling to her bed.
You miss everything about her suddenly, that one hit of the real Regina was enough to have you addicted.
She lays again, but this time face up, trying to control her breathing. You realise sheâs on the verge of passing out again.
âI have a cereal bar in my bag, I donât want it, youâre welcome to have it.â
She huffs and looks at you.
âIâm not accepting food from anyone after that stunt Cady Heron pulled. Who knows, you might be giving me a bar of lard.â She spits, but you can tell even speaking is hard for her now.
âIt was just an offer.â You reply quietly.
Once sheâs steadied herself again she stands and rummage through her bag, pulling out a half empty bottle of vodka and 2 plastic cups. She pours 2 shots worth into both and fills it with a fizzy orange mixer. She hands you a cup.
âYou better not get too drunk and puke and get me into trouble like Karen.â She says as she takes a sip.
You both drink in silence for a while. The alcohol makes you feel warm and fuzzy, and a little too calm in Reginaâs presence.
âWhy donât I know you?â Regina suddenly breaks the silence.
âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean, youâre not a new student, so why donât I know you, I donât know what youâre about.â She leans towards you like sheâs inspecting you.
âI donât know I just stay out of the drama.â You answer truthfully.
âHuh, boring answer.â She says taking another drink. âYouâre friends with Pyro Lez though, thatâs not exactly staying out of it.â
You shake your head âI only started hanging with them after that whole mess. Me and Janis have a mutual interest.â
âIs it girls?â
You stutter for a moment and see a glimpse of intrigue flash across Reginaâs face.
âItâs art.â
You havenât lied. Thatâs what connected you and Janis in the first place, it was a lucky dodge to the question.
Sheâs staring at you with an unreadable expression and you decide to stand awkwardly and get your cigarettes. You need a break from Regina, this feels all too much like sheâs trying to uncover your weak spot.
Itâs hard to tell whatâs genuine or not.
You sneak outside to your spot from last night and light the cigarette, inhaling deeply, mostly from the butterflies in your stomach, bouncing around your rib cage.
Obviously you noticed Regina at school, who didnât? But youâve never had this much interaction with her. You can see why people fall victim to her so easily, thereâs a side to her that seems so real, Is this part of her trap? Maybe youâre just easy prey but the chase is feeling all too thrilling.
Everything about her draws you in, golden hair, soft lips, even her scent. Are her lips as soft as they look?
Before you can register, the cigarette is pulled from your lips as you see Regina take a drag and then place it back between your fingers.
You skin burns where her hand brushes yours.
Suddenly she reaches to grip your hand, steadying herself. She clearly feels faint again. Sheâs swaying slightly and she looks like sheâs losing focus.
âYou need to eat something.â You state bluntly.
âWhatever you donât know me.â She spits back, but sheâs still gripping your hand. She starts to lean a bit too much.
âFuck, Regina. Okay weâre going back inside.â You have to half drag her back inside the cabin and prop her up on the bed.
You check the cabins mini fridge, you brought enough food to sustain you that week. You didnât know if the camp would have vegan food so better safe than sorry. Luckily the cabin had a mini fridge, probably for drinks but you stored some meals in there to keep fresh, and there was a microwave in the small kitchen.
You grab a pot and throw it in the microwave. Hopefully Regina doesnât mind mushrooms.
Sheâs still laying on the bed, eyes squeezed shut, trying to get the room to stop spinning. You feel momentarily guilty for drinking with her, you knew she hadnât eaten, it was a bad idea.
The microwave pings and you grab a fork and take it over to Regina.
âIâm not eating that, itâs probably processed shit.â It comes out as a defeated sigh.
âI made it, just eat something please, passing out wouldnât be a good lookâ This makes her think, and she picks up the fork and takes a bite. The whole time sheâs glaring at you so you decide to sit on the bed and play on your switch again.
You donât look up for a good half an hour. Worried that Regina will stop eating if you so much as move. Clearly the whole thing with Cady has made her wary of food. The thought makes you feel sick. The plastics may rule the school but the constant insecurity that seems to come with it is too big of a price to pay.
A quiet voice breaks the silence.
âThank you.â
You smile slightly but still donât look up from your game until you hear shuffling and Regina is holding your sketchbook before you have time to snatch it back.
Your heart is in your throat, youâre not sure why her possible criticism of your sketch bothers you so much.
âThis is beautiful.â
Youâre beautiful, you idiot why donât you see it, you think, but donât say it out loud.
She tears the page from your book. Great, Back to cruel Regina, tearing up anything she doesnât see as worthy.
What you donât expect is her folding and placing the sketch under her pillow.
âIâm tired now.â She yawns and climbs into bed, flicking the lamp next to her off.
You��re left in the dark, confused, but you canât help the small smile that creeps across your lips.
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birthday cake -quinn hughes-
summary: quinn believes everyone forgot his birthday in favor of thanksgiving. but that's simply not the case
word count: 2k
pairing: quinn hughes x reader
notes: in honor of the love of my life's birthday, i decided to cook up this little gem. hope everyone enjoys it. (should've been posted on his birthday but i got super busy because of thanksgiving & other projects i'm working on)
"hey quinn. do you have any plans for monday?"
"actually, yes." quinn looked up from his phone as brock entered the room. "why?"
"my sister wanted to invite you over to her place for thanksgiving. she said she gave you an invitation the other day but you just shoved it in your bag and that you haven't said anything to her since then."
"that's what that was? i thought she was just handing me some mail that was put in the wrong box."
"have you not seen her since tuesday? you live across the hall from each other."
"i know but our schedules haven't given us the time to chat. she's working when i'm home, and vice versa."
"you should text her and tell her you're going to be busy on monday. i think it would be best coming from you. maybe she won't be upset."
"i'll text her after practice." quinn set his phone in his bag and finished lacing up his skates.
during practice, everyone was talking about y/n's thanksgiving dinner. quinn was the only one who wouldn't be attending. and while he felt bad about it, seeing as she was one of his good friends, he also started to feel bad for himself.
monday was also his 25th birthday but it seemed like no one remembered.
practice went well. so when quinn walked to his car, he sent a text to y/n to let her know he wouldn't be able to show up to her dinner. he made up a lie and said he wouldn't be home.
his plan was to just stay home and watch game highlights while cooking his own meal.
when monday rolled around, y/n and brock were finishing up the food preparations when a thought occurred to y/n.
"oh my freaking god. it's the 14th today. how could i be so stupid?"
"i would love to object, or even agree, depending on what it's about." brock looked at his sister with a curious expression. he couldn't quite read her like he normally could. "care to let me know what you're talking about?"
"october 14th. quinn's birthday! how could i forget? i bake him a cake every year." y/n set her oven mitts back on the rack. "i am a terrible friend."
"i'm sure it's fine. quinn probably forgot about the cake anyway. pretty sure you're in the clear, y/n."
"brock, i've made the cake every single year since we've been friends. he loves it. you should see the way his face lights up when i deliver it to him."
"are you sure it's the cake he likes to see every year?" brock raised his eyebrow, earning a slap to the shoulder from his younger sister.
"brock, no."
"look, just bake him a cake today and give it to him tomorrow. i'm sure he won't mind."
"i don't have the time or oven space to bake a whole new cake." y/n shook her head. "i'm gonna run to the store and buy him one instead.
"people are going to be here any moment. i'm afraid it's gonna have to wait."
"can you please keep them company? i'll be back in 20 minutes."
"you're lucky you're my sister and i love you." brock smiled. "now go fix your friendship with your neighbor."
"love you, brocky." y/n kissed his forehead and went out to her car. she hated the idea of buying a cake from the store. it didn't have the personal touch that her homemade cake did and she knew it wouldn't live up to it either. but she was desperate.
when she got back to her apartment, brock was the only one there.
"nobody's here yet?"
"not yet. mom and steve are almost here. been getting location updates from steve."
"did he let mom drive?"
"yeah. that's probably why they're not here yet." brock chuckled and grabbed the cake from her hands. "this looks amazing. are you gonna try to pass it off as your own?"
"no. i could never lie to quinn." y/n smiled and took it back, setting it down in the fridge. "i'm just going to tell him the truth."
"that's new for you. are you that honest with everyone?"
"i don't think so. there's something different about quinn. he makes me want to be honest."
"have you ever lied to me?"
"no. of course not."
"okay. good." he looked at his sister. "i want you to answer a question then. i'm only gonna ask it once."
"alright. shoot."
"is there something going on between you quinn?"
"no, brock. that would be ridiculous."
"okay. i'm gonna ask it twice. is there something going on between you and quinn?"
"no. you told me he was off limits for dating, as well as the rest of your teammates. but i would be lying to you if i said i didn't think he was really good looking."
"you really think so?" brock's eyes widened at his sisters confession.
"mhm. i do. like, super insanely good looking."
"okay. well, thanks for the honesty." brock couldn't help but chuckle.
before y/n could respond, there was a knock at the door, followed by a few voices.
"sounds like your guests are here. i'll let them in." brock went to the door and opened it, letting their parents inside, along with a few other guests.
y/n spent the first half hour finishing up the meal before brock served it to everyone.
conversation flowed easily around the table, but y/n was stuck thinking about quinn. all his friends were with her and he was most likely alone.
when she stood up abruptly, it caught everyone's attention.
"are you okay?" brock asked.
"yeah. i just have something i really need to do." y/n walked over to the fridge and grabbed the cake. she left her apartment without another word and knocked on quinn's door.
"hey. what are you doing here?" quinn smiled when he answered the door.
"happy birthday." y/n handed him the cake and walked back towards her apartment.
quinn was left standing in his own doorway, staring at the cake. he was used to getting a cake from y/n every year. it was always homemade & this time, it was store bought. but he didn't care. someone actually remembered his birthday.
y/n walked back into her apartment and sat back down at the table. she ignored the looks everyone was giving her and continued eating. everyone went back to eating and talking with each other, quickly forgetting that y/n disappeared for a moment.
a few hours later, everyone was heading out. brock stayed behind to help y/n clean up.
"what did quinn say when you gave him the cake?"
"how did you know that's what i did?"
"you were beating yourself up over missing his birthday. and you left right after i told mom about quinn's goal the other night."
"i wasn't even paying attention to the conversations around me. all i could think about was how quinn's friends were here and nobody mentioned his birthday. i felt bad so i took the cake to him."
"and what did he say?"
"i have no idea. i came right back over here." y/n finished washing the last dish and handed it to brock so he could dry it.
"maybe you should go see him right now. i'm sure he would appreciate some company for the last little bit of his birthday. Oh, and take him some leftovers. dinner was delicious and i guarantee he'll love it." brock grabbed a plate and put all the food he could fit onto it. when he handed it to his sister, she hesitated. "take it to him, y/n. you can't keep beating yourself up over forgetting his birthday."
"you're right." she took the plate and walked to the door. "i'll be back."
"i'll be here." brock chuckled and started putting away the rest of the leftovers.
y/n knocked on quinn's door and waited patiently. when he opened it, she handed him the plate. he looked at her and smiled.
"what's this for?"
"thought you might like some leftovers from today."
"oh. well thank you. smells delicious." he set the plate on the table by the door. "would you like to come in? or do you still have company over there?"
"just brock." y/n smiled and walked into his apartment. "so, how was your birthday?"
"it was good. i got to have breakfast with my parents and then i went to the gym for a bit. then i got a cake delivered to me. it was amazing, by the way."
"really?" y/n smiled. "i'm sorry it wasn't homemade this year. i'm ashamed to admit that i briefly forgot about your birthday and i didn't have enough time to bake you a cake. but i can make up for it if you want."
"look, it doesn't matter to me whether it was homemade or store bought. all i care about is the company that comes with it each year." quinn smiled. "also, thank you for stopping by today. i thought everyone forgot my birthday."
"but quinn, i did forget."
"you remembered eventually. that's all that matters to me. things like that stand out and i appreciate it. more than you think." he sighed. "other than my parents, you're the only one who remembered. so, thank you."
"you're welcome. and i promise i'll make up for almost missing your 25th birthday."
"you don't have to. you're here now. and honestly, your company is the only thing i wanted this year."
"wait, really?"
"yeah. it's the one thing i look forward to for every birthday, no matter how brief it is."
"are you serious?"
"yes. very serious." quinn hesitantly reached for y/n's hand and when she didn't yank it away, he slowly intertwined his fingers with hers. "i'm not sure if you can tell but i like you. i've liked you since the first second i saw you move in across the hall. but unfortunately, i can't do anything about this."
"and why not?" y/n was confused. she liked quinn and it was becoming evident he liked her too. but she didn't understand why nothing could happen.
"you're brock's little sister. it wouldn't be right. it just-"
quinn was unable to finish his sentence. he was pulled forward and y/n's lips were placed on his, softly.
"what was that for?" he asked when y/n pulled away from the kiss.
"your birthday present, dummy." y/n smiled. "and because i like you, quinn."
"you....you do?"
"yes. i don't bake a cake for anyone else's birthday, you know."
"but what about brock?" quinn looked all over her face.
"i'm 24 years old, quinn. brock can't tell me who i can and can't have feelings for." y/n smiled and leaned closer. "besides, i think he actually wants us to be together."
"what makes you say that?"
"he kept encouraging me to come over here to see you. even gave me the plate so i'd have a reason to come over here." she glanced at quinn. "not that i didn't already have a really good reason to come and see you tonight anyway."
"i'm really glad you came over tonight. and kissed me." quinn smirked. "god, i sound like a freaking teenager when he gets his very first girlfriend."
"it's cute." y/n smiled and looked at where her leg touched his. "i think i know the answer to this, but are you enjoying your birthday?"
"i really am." he couldn't help the smile that came upon his face. "i'm still trying to get over the initial shock of you liking me back."
"it's the same for me. guess we can figure it out together, huh?"
"yeah. i guess we can." quinn held her hand and looked at her fingers. "is every part of you just perfect?"
"yes. i do believe every part of me is perfect. perfect in my own special way."
quinn chuckled at the girl he oh so admired. "would it be alright if i kissed you?"
"quinn, you know you don't have to ask." y/n smiled and gave quinn what he wanted. really, what they both wanted.
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I BEG YOU
Donât break my heart part 3 please â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
you ask, i deliver
part one, part two
the judgment day x reader (platonic), damian priest and rhea ripley x reader (platonic), drew mcintyre x reader
âźď¸family issues, fear of abandonment, reader might have daddy issues, damian and rhea being the besties i need in my life âźď¸
donât break my heart - part 3
it was right after monday night raw ended that you had no energy left in you.
you knew it was going to be complete chaos when the shein version of the judgment day ruined damianâs match. rheaâs blood was boiling at the sight of damian being attacked by his ex members. so, you knew chaos was going to happen when her theme song echoed into the arena.
she told you to choose. she said that no matter what your decision was, her feelings for you werenât going to change but she made clear that she was going to kick liv and domâs asses. she told you - you can stay here and wait for us backstage or you can join me - and honestly, you thought about it but ten seconds later you were running by her side.
the crowd erupted in happy screams when they saw you by her side.
rhea pointed liv, you pointed jd, and finn too.
finn knew that you wouldnât have picked him over damian and rhea but he wasnât expecting to see you against him.
âdonât do thisâŚâ he told you âyouâre gonna regret thisâ he didnât mean to threaten you, he just wished you werenât involved at all.
âi donât careâŚiâm tired of hidingâ and with that you simply attacked him. carlito saw the scene and simply came to the rescue, trying to take finn away from you.
while rhea tried to attack liv, damian was still in the ring with jd so you you went to attack him âmoveâ you simply said. his face was stone cold. maybe finn was right, jd had a crush on you but you couldnât care less.
of course liv and dom ran away, like the cowards that they are and in the meantime damian took his time in finishing jd.
the crowd cheered when they saw you, dam and rhea standing there in the ring, hugging each other, knowing that no matter what, you would always have each otherâs backs.
while backstage, rhea and damian took their time answering questions and doing interviews but you were too tired from the event that occurred that all you wanted to do was to end up in your hotel room and sleep all night long.
walking towards the exit, you spotted drew who kindly waved at you. drew was the same as jey or la knight for you, just kind acquaintances because they were friends with damian and rhea but nothing more.
âhey kidâ he smiled at you. his nickname made you smile âgreat fight out thereâ
âohâ you awkwardly smiled âthatâŚthat was nothing but thank youâ
âare you going back to the hotel?â he asked, probably already knowing the answer, seeing you with your bags and tired look.
âyesâŚi was thinking of calling an uber, i fear damian and rhea will take too long with interviews right nowâŚâ you smiled.
âdonât call them, i can give you a ride, plus we are staying at the same hotel right? in downtown?â he asked and you nodded âiâm going back right now, you can ride with meâ
âareâŚare you sure?â you didnât want to be a bother so you doubled checked.
âpositive, letâs goâ he smiled and walked towards the rental car he got for the show. youâve never been alone with drew before, only talked with a few times when he was training with damian so the idea of driving with him for 30 minutes was making you nervous.
but the car ride was quite and silent. not awkwardly silent, just comfortable enough. soft music playing in the background, drew watching the road as you watched some raindrops falling from the sky.
âyou have talent kidâ he broke the silence, waking you from your thoughts.
âoh, thank youâŚâ deep down you knew you had talent, but that being the reason of getting kicked out of your family always made you feel guilty sometimes. you always wondered and imagined how your life would be if you actually had applied for college as your parents wanted for you. maybe you wouldnât be this shy or weird while meeting new people. maybe you would be more confident about yourself. maybe you would have a boyfriend and a lot of friends.
there was always that voice in your head that screamed what if
âyou donât talk much uh?â he softly teased, making you smile a little.
ânot really, noâŚiâve always been like this, i guessâŚâ lie. growing up you were talkative and you remembered your mother always telling you to shut up because you talked too much - what would she say if she could see you now?
âi get itâŚi was really shy growing up, then i started getting more used to the job, working with live crowds for all these years made me change the conception i had about myselfâŚand i worked a lot on me, that helped meâ he said, talking about himself but like he was giving you an advice.
you had to work more on yourself and you knew it, you just didnât know if you were ready yet.
âyeahâŚbig crowds helped me a bit but i still have to get used to itâ you smiled.
âabout thatâŚeverything okay today?â he didnât want to overstep but he was worried about you. he couldnât understand what finn did to make you run away like that.
âoh with finn?â he nodded âyes, he just said some things he shouldnât have saidâŚnothing majorâ
âgot itâ he smiled, realising you didnât want to talk about it.
the rest of the car ride was spent with him just talking about his family. you were curious about it because he always talked about them so nicely that you actually wanted to know how he felt having his family and friends proud of him âand what about your family y/n? iâve never seen them at the showsâŚâ
he may have overstepped because you didnât answer. he knew something because people talked but he didnât know the full story and the one person who knew the truth was you.
ânothing much to sayâŚthey have other hobbiesâ you tried to avoid the argument as much as possible and you were happy dropped the conversation right there.
once at the hotel you thanked him about the car ride and told him that you were tired enough that you would have fallen asleep in the lobby any minute.
âyeah, iâm pretty tired tooâ he smiled at you âlisten, in case you need more car rides or just someone to talk to, hereâs my number, goodnight kidâ and with that he left.
he gave you a piece of paper with his number on, kinda old fashioned but you liked it.
once you got to your room, you tiredly took a second shower and change into your pjs. you were so tired that you havenât even eaten yet but at the moment you couldnât care less.
before you could drift off, you received a text from rhea.
from rheađ¤
hey girl! sorry we took so long, we just finished with interviews, are you still in the arena? do you need a ride to the hotel?
from you
hey rhea! donât worry about it! i canât wait to see all of your interviews! iâm already back at the hotel and ready to sleep lol, but thank you so much for the offer!
you kinda didnât mention how you got back to the hotel because you knew that if you did, rhea and damian would kept asking you questions that you didnât want to answer. so you simply told her that you were about to sleep and that you would see her tomorrow.
but before falling asleep, you memorised drew number and decided to text him a âthank you for the ride, have a good night!â and then you drifted off.
drew would be lying if he said he didnât enjoy receiving your text. he was up all night staring at the ceiling and thinking of you. heâs been feeling some sort of attractions towards you but he thought that it was just a game his mind was playing to him. but sitting next to you and driving with you made him realise that maybe his attraction was actually a crush. he wished he could get to know you better but he knew and he saw - from the brief conversation you had in the car - that you wouldnât open up to him, that he had to gain your trust and he was willing to do that.
morning came and you and rhea were already hitting the hotel gym as you waited for damian to join you.
âsoâŚâ rhea started talking âeverything okay with the uber last night? did they get you here safely?â rhea knew about all the horrendous stories she read about uber drivers being maniacs so she tried to avoid them as much as possible, and so did you.
âohâŚâ you thought for a second âno i actually didnât call an uber last nightâŚuhm, drew drove me back hereâ
rhea was a little shocked for a moment but before she could say anything, damian both greeted you âwhat are we talking about here girls?â he gently smiled at you.
âdrew as in drew mcintyre?â she asked and you nodded.
âwhat happened?â damianâs tone was more serious.
ânothing, drew just drove me back to the hotel last night and rhea is shocked about thatâ you wanted to avoid that conversation as much as possible but their looks made you realise that you would have to explain everything that happened last night.
âwhy him?â damian asked.
âbecause you were taking too long and drew saw me calling an uber so he offered? plus we are staying in the same hotel so i donât see the problemâ
âyeah but him?â itâs not rhea didnât like him, they were friends. she didnât like the idea of you and him alone together.
âyes rhea, him. he just drove me back, nothing else happenedâ you sounded irritated and damian noticed it.
âokay well, what matters is that you are here and everything went fine, right?â damian asked, hinting at rhea to drop the topic. she simply nodded and went back to her training.
you were just doing your exercises when a notification pop up into your home screen.
it was a text from drew.
hey kid, no problem at all! i told you, if you need car rides or anything else, just give me a call ;)
âwhat is making you smile like that?â rhea asked with a hint of curiosity.
âoh nothing, i just received a textâŚâ
âfrom who?â damian teased you.
âno one you should worry aboutâ you teased back.
âouchâŚâ rhea pretended to be offended âyouâre keeping secrets now?â
âgosh, no! it was nothing important anywayâ you quickly replied, tried to focus on your exercises. rhea and damian shared a look without you noticing it, they were determined to find the mysterious person behind your morning smile,
i will keep it mind lol! are you still in bed? iâm working out with damian and rhea and iâm already tired :(
you quickly answered back. in that moment you realised that maybe he didnât wanna talk to you and you were just being a bother. what if he didnât want you to text him? what if you were being a bother? what if, what if, what if were already overworking in your mind but before you could think of something worse, drew texted you back.
still in bed but i will hit the gym in a few minutes, i really donât feel like it after last night but i have toâŚguess if i wonât be too late iâll see there ;)
yup, you were smiling like a teen in love and you really couldnât understand why. itâs not that you had a crush on him, right?
âis it drew?â damian asked.
âwhat?â
âyou have this happy smile since this morning and seeing that last night you and drew were car buddiesâŚsomething might have happenedâŚâ he explained to you.
you were quiet for a minute. nothing really happened between you and drew but you couldnât deny that you enjoyed his company, even if you didnât have much of a conversation. he was kind and you couldnât lie, he was hot, maybe too hot for you but aside from that, nothing happened.
before you could say yes or no, drew entered the gym with his teasing smile on his face.
âmorning guysâ he said smiling at damian and rhea âmorning kidâ he said smiling a little longer than to you.
rhea was beyond in disbelief âwhat was that?â she asked drew.
oh no, you thought. she was ready to cause chaos even outside of the company.
âwhat?â drew asked.
âthat little stare at y/n, what was that?â she asked, a little more irritated.
ânothing to worry about, i just said good morningâ he wanted to be petty but you knew rhea was a master in that.
âsureâŚdonât fuck with me drewâ she started to get more defensive over you.
âokay can all we please calm downâŚâ you said making them all turn their heads back to you ânothing is happening, can we please just go back to training please?â rhea was hesitant for a moment âplease?â but she knew she couldnât say no to you when you had those puppy eyes.
she didnât wanna make you uncomfortable but she didnât like this whole situation between you and drew.
âfineâ she turned around and went back exercising with damian.
is she always like that?
drew texted you, making it hard for you not to laugh out loud. you simply nodded at him and he winked at you, making you blush.
two hours later and you were a sweaty mess âi need a shower, maybe twoâ you joked with damian, agreeing with you.
âi think iâll rest for a bitâŚâ damian said and you nodded.
âyeahâ rhea joined âme tooâŚiâm too tired today, plus we have to be back on the road tomorrowâŚi wanna sleep in today, y/n?â
âiâll take a shower and then iâll decide, probably i will order something to eatâŚâ you smiled.
truth was you didnât wanna stay in. you had to energy to spend the day in bed so you were probably going to sneak out and visit some places. so when you all left, you were quick to shower and to dress up.
wanna have lunch together? take out sounds nice but i think you would like some company :)
you smiled when drew texted you.
sure, iâll meet you in the lobby in 30 minutes if thatâs ok with you?
you waited for his reply with a little anxiety, so when he told you that it was perfect for him, you started your makeover and found something nice to wear.
you couldnât lie, your heart was beating fast and faster the moment you approached the lobby.
âhere we goâ you whispered softly, mostly to yourself.
when you saw him, you couldnât help but notice how handsome he was. he was a really hot man, you saw him fight almost naked every single week so you were used to it but seeing him all suit up, clean and fresh, did something to you.
âhey kidâ he greeted you âyou look goodâ he genuinely smiled at you.
you werenât used to compliments su you didnât really know what to say, apart from thank you.
âyou donât look bad eitherâ you teased making him chuckle.
you were kinda surprised when he opened the car door for you. no one ever did anything nice like that - not that you ever dated anyone but being treated nice like this in general made your heart skip a beat.
the restaurant he chose was nice. not too fancy but it was cozy and nice âi hope you like itâ he smiled at you.
âitâs really nice drew, thank youâ growing up you became shy and more introvert so you didnât really know how to make long lasting conversations but seeing drew being so happily awkward and shy made you happy.
the first few minutes were pretty awkward, you reading the menu and drew doing the same, deciding what to eat and taking your sweet time with it. you both opted for some fresh pasta and some chicken salad, both wanting to keep it healthy but still enjoying your lunch out.
âhow are you y/n?â he gently asked.
âoh, iâm good thank youâŚwhat about you? still thinking about your victory at summerslam?â you smiled.
âof course, i will think about that moment for a while nowâ he chuckled âwhat about your summerslam?â
âmine wasâŚsomethingâ you tried not to make it too awkward but it was like a fresh wound to you, you were still hurting about the betrayal and it will hurt for a while.
âyeah, i can imagine thatâŚdo you wanna talk about it?â he asked, fearing he overstepped.
âiâŚwell, i wasnât really expecting the group to break up like that, i knew there was tension but not that muchâŚyou know, they are, were like a family to meâ you breathed out âand now damian and rhea are all i have, i canât let them down you know?â you feared you may have talked too much but with drewâs kindness it came natural to you.
âiâve been there, betrayals will stay impress in your mind but it will get better eventuallyâŚâ he smiled at you and you felt more comfortable talking with him.
while eating, he talked about the most stupid things he liked but that made you happy, hearing something new from someone new.
ây/nâŚâ he called, his serious tone more pronounced âcan i ask you something? itâs a little personal and you can say no if i make you uncomfortable but iâm just curiousâŚâ he asked and you nodded âiâve heard thingsâŚmostly rumors about youâŚeveryone claim to know you but i feel like they donât even know what theyâre talking aboutâ he said and you let him continue âtheyâve been talking about you are basicallyâŚalone, that you donât enjoy the other women company, theyâve been talking about how and your family donât have any connection, how they think itâs your faultâŚbasically a lot of stuff that iâm pretty sure itâs not realâŚthatâs why i wanted to hear it from you, you are the only one who knows the truthâŚâ
you werenât going to lie but it kinda made you feel bad what your colleagues thought of you.
âi meanâŚthey are not that wrong, iâm not good at making friends, i tried, since i joined wwe but it felt like i wasnât really welcomed so i decided to stay by myself, at least until i met rhea and damianâŚand they are quite right about me not being in contact with my family but they donât know the full storyâŚand if you donât mind i would like to keep it private for nowâ it was hard for you talking about your family.
âyes of course, i donât wanna make you uncomfortable at all, but i thank you for opening up to me, i really appreciate itâ he genuinely smiled and you felt like you could probably trust him.
so you ended up lunch with two pieces of cake and fought for who was going to pay. like the gentleman he is, of course, he offered to pay.
âthank you for this amazing lunch drew, i really enjoyed itâŚit was nice having someone to talk toâ you truthfully said once you both got out of his car and he smiled at your genuine words.
âanytime kidâ there was a moment after he spoke where you were both silent, not knowing what to do or what to say.
âuhm⌠i think iâm going to rest for a bit nowâ you awkwardly signed to the hotel entrance, trying to make him understand that you were about to leave but that you didnât want to leave him standing right there in front of the glass doors.
âoh yeah, i think iâm going to rest too, so, uhm, thanks for coming with meâ he said making you chucked while he got closer to you âiâll see you on the roadâ he slowly lowered his head and gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek âtake careâ he smiled before going back to his room.
now, you were the one who was left standing there in front of the doors.
with your happy face and bright smile, you came back to your bedroom, unbeknownst to you, rhea saw everything from the her hotel room as the window was facing down the entrance.
âoh iâm gonna kick his assâ she said before leaving her room.
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definitely be making part 4, i was just going to wait raw next monday to see if something happens with tjd! if you have any ideas or recommendations let me know in the comments!
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mic'd up
katie mccabe x reader
+ summary: reader, still on the acl squad, has been approached by the arsenal media staff asking if she'd go mic'd up in the stands for one of arsenal's games.
+ warnings: ACL injury mentions right off the bat. swearing. made up game (arsenal v tottenham). reader really embracing the WAG life.
a/n: i came across a video of katie during one of the covid matches, and due to the empty stadium you could hear everything she saidâ and that's where i got this idea :) my first post, hope you enjoy!
like any other football player, you hated the dreaded three letters that would take whoever was the unlucky soul out of the game for a long while.
of course it had always been a fear in the back of your mind, you just never thought it would actually happen to you.
that day you went down on the pitch had been one of the worst. not just for you, but for katie as well as the rest of your arsenal team.
everything had been fine. arsenal was up by two, and half time had just ended. it was around the 52nd minute, when a purposely bad tackle from a chelsea player left you on the ground, clutching your knee as you attempted to keep the tears at bay. (only to fail).
some time later you were holed up in one of the physio rooms of the stadium, when katie came in, the look on your face confirming her worst fear.
honestly, it was getting quite scary how many arsenal players were getting ACL injuries.
she had been by your side for all of it, constantly making sure you were comfortable and had everything you needed, as well as driving you to and from appointments.
the downside meant you weren't able to travel with the team for away games, forcing yourself to be holed up in your flat you shared with katieâ often inviting the rest of the ACL squad over to watch the game together, knowing you'd be insufferable on your own.
luckily for you, today was a home game. you woke up before katie that morning, hobbling down the stairs on your good leg, (and nearly eating shit in the process), you'd prepared her a proper breakfast, consisting of pancakes, bacon, & eggs.
the brunette soon appeared in the kitchen behind your unsuspecting frame, an adoring smile crossing her face at the sight of you lightly nodding your head to whatever song came from the speaker on the marble counter.
nearly jumping out of your skin at the feeling of two strong arms wrapping around your waist, your body relaxed as you registered the familiar feeling of katie, her arms clad in her arsenal training jacket.
you leaned into her touch as you finished up with the bacon, her thick irish accent rang through your ears as her nose brushed against your neck gently. "you should not be on your feet,"
rolling your eyes fondly, you forced yourself to suppress a smile. ever since your injury, katie had been treating you as if you were a porcelain dollâ going to break at the slightest touch.
while sometimes it became a little overbearing, it warmed your heart for her to be this protecting with you, and you wouldn't trade it for the world.
"i was cleared to walk without my crutches, katie," your giggled, relishing in the ticklish feeling of her light breathing against the back of your neck.
"still. ya should have waited for me." she murmured. "i could have carried you down here."
you rolled your eyes once again.
for the first few weeks/months of your injury, she had insisted on carrying you everywhere. from the bed to downstairs, from the front door to the car. no matter where it wasâ she wanted to carry you. wether it was bridal style, your legs wrapped around her waist, or giving you a piggy back, she didn't care.
after breakfast was finished, you rushed back up to change. you settled on one of katie's hoodie's, along with her jersey which you threw on top, and a pair of her sweatpants. nearly everything you wore was hers.
when you'd returned downstairs, she grinned widely at the sight of you dressed in her attire, and couldn't restrain herself from letting her hands roam your body as you shoved your feet into some sneakers.
"oi hands off, mccabe."
the ireland captain chuckled, tapping your rear end before you stood back up, sending you a cheeky wink when you glared at her.
arriving at the emirates with your personal chauffeur, the two of you made your way through the grounds, greeting any staff members you'd passed by and waving to the media staff as you each made your way toward your separate destinations.
you had a brief session with a physio to assure everything was still fine and dandy with your knee, whereas katie was heading off toward the locker room with the others.
as you left your meeting 15-ish minutes later, you had been wandering the halls when you were stopped by one of the media staff, claiming they had a task for you.
since you were going to be in the stands again, they had asked if you would go mic'd up, thinking it'd be a fun video idea for arsenal's youtube channel.
you agreed quickly, thrilled at the idea. they had informed you that there would be a camera a little ways away from you, to capture your reactions in both your voice as well as your actions.
one of the members clipped a small square microphone device to the collar of your (katie's) jersey, as another member held a camera and recorded your actions.
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Y/N L/N MIC'D UP ⢠ARSENAL V TOTTENHAM
Arsenal 578K views 6:38
0:00
[Camera fades in from black to show you, stood in one of the many corridors of the Emirates Stadium.]
grinning, you gripped your shirt and pulled it closer, "we've got mccabe! katie mccabe! can you hear me?" you asked, looking into the camera that was recording you.
[Laughter is heard around you before the scene cuts and fades into a brief black screen. When it returns, the camera is unfocused, going in an out before focusing on you, looking at the camera as you don't realize it's recording.]
"is it going?" you asked with a dopey smile, the cameraman behind you nodding. "right. hi, i'm y/n l/n and today i'll be mic'd up as i watch tonight's game." you giggle, pointing at the microphone clipped to your shirt before you make your way toward your seat.
[Camera follows you down the hall before cutting to you sat with Beth, Viv, and Leah, the former two sat in the row below you. You pull a small, barely noticeable box out of your pocket. The camera zooms in on your hand, revealing the box is actually a miniature uno deck.]
"i know how we can pass the time," you grin micheviously.
0:45
[Camera cuts to the four of you playing uno, Beth and Viv swiveled in their seats to face you and Leah above them. It catches Leah attempting to peek at your cards before you shove her head away, the scene then switching to a new clip of the four women arguing.]
"absolutely not, beth cheated!" leah yells, hands dropping dramatically onto her thighs with a loud smack.
"you fucking wish! you just suck williamson!"
[Viv is seen trying to keep the peace as you laugh loudly, the four of you gaining looks from surrounding match watchersâ only for them to look away at the sight of four of arsenal's own. Your laughter becomes louder as Leah slams her tiny cards aggressively onto your thigh, folding her arms and leaning back in her chair with a pout.]
"oh, cheer up captain," you pout mockingly, reaching to pinch her cheeks between your fingers.
1:02
[Camera cuts to the teams walkout, briefly showing Katie McCabe before turning back to you, a large grin on your face, never failing to leave.]
"that's my girl!" you shout, hands cupped around your mouth to make yourself louder. "let's go number fifteen!"
1:39
[Cuts to you leaned back in your seat with your arms folded. An amused look is on your face as you shake your head. Camera pans to the big screen as Katie's name is shown, a yellow card next to it.]
"it's been like thirty minutes and she already has a card," you giggle to yourself before sighing fondly, a gentle smile on your face. "that's my girl."
2:06
[Different camera shows Katie sliding her foot in front of a Tottenham player, successfully and cleanly retrieving the ball from her feet before panning to you with your elbows propped up on your knees, head resting in your hands.]
"oh my god, she's so hot." you sighed absentmindedly, momentarily forgetting about those surrounding you and the microphone attached to your collar.
[Beside you, Leah bursts out laughing, the sound picking up through your mic as the blonde discretely turning to the cameraman who has now directed it toward her, pointing at you before fake wretching.]
3:21
[Camera shows you jumping up out of your seat, annoyance clear on your face as your hands are perched on your hips.]
"oh, come the fuck on! that's so clearly a foul!"
4:38
[During halftime, the camera follows as the four of you briefly leave your seats to join the girls in the locker room. The cameraman does not enter, only filming the door, however you can be heard from inside.]
"north london is what?!"
"north london is red!" an irish voice answers you.
"hell yeah it is!" you reply, then followed by the sound of palms smacking against each other.
another voice cuts in, "alright, simmer down you two!"
"oi! put her down, she's fragile!"
4:50
[Camera cuts to you stood with your hands on Katie's shoulders, giving her your usual half time pep talk, brushing stray fly-aways out of her face as she smiles at you. The sound is cut off, so the viewers can only see the motion of both players' lips moving as you speak to each other, the final thing being Katie moving toward you, scenes changing just before any PDA is shown.]
5:47
[Camera pans from Katie running around the pitch celebrating, arms in the air and then back to you, the four Arsenal players chanting together, you being the loudest and most enthusiastic of the four.]
"we've got mccabe! katie mccabe! i just don't think you understand! she plays out on the wing! she hits it with a zing! we've got katie mccabe!"
6:25
[Video closes out with you and Katie stood outside of the stadium, her arm wrapped around your shoulder as you do the outro.]
"that was me mic'd up, i hope i was entertaining enough for you all. thanks for watching." you grin shyly, waving with both hands. "leave a comment if you think katie should get mic'd up next."
[Katie laughs before kissing your cheek affectionately, the brunette waving bye with her free hand before the video fades to black.]
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Unprofessional Attraction | TWO
⥠pairing - yunho x afab!reader ⥠word count - 18.2K ⥠warnings for this chapter - fluff and explicit content (mdni), teacher/student relationship, other members are featured, halloween, drinking alcohol, perverted!yunho, bigdick!yunho, pet names (angel, pretty, smart girl, etc), pinch of sexting and unintentional phone sex, office head (giving and receiving), fingering, praise, unprotected sex, riding, jealousy, blackmail, good ol' porn with plot ⥠A/N - my goodness thank you for 1000+ notes ⥠sorry it's so long but I appreciate the patience!! the school semester timeline in this is kinda unrealistic but ignore that, fictional romance has no bounds LOL. This might end up 4 parts instead of 3, we'll see what my brain figures out.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
âIâm starting to think youâre kidnapping me.â
For the past 30 minutes into this drive, something Yunho had initially assured you wouldnât take long, youâve been alternating between staring out of the window at your surroundings slowly becoming unfamiliar and the small bouquet of flowers sitting in your lap. Even as you gaze at him inquisitively, he doesnât move his attention away from the road. When he doesn't answer for longer than what you deem appropriate, your brows flicker up in amusement. That gets his attention.
âOh, right, thatâs a bad thing,â he clears his throat dramatically, though you know heâs just poking fun at your impatience, âI suppose I could ruin the surprise if youâre getting restless.â
âNo, Iâm not! Iâm just very curious why itâs so far away,â you stop him quickly. Thatâs absolutely a reasonable question and Yunho decides to give you the answer.
âI know I said I wanted to be discreet butâŚâ he pauses and sighs, shaking his head, âI just canât. Figured the next best thing would be to just leave our area for the day and do something fun around strangers instead. I just want us to be comfortable, I guess.â
âYou really werenât kidding about being thoughtful, huh?â You hum softly, hand finding his own sitting on the gear shift. He allows you to thread his fingers between yours without hesitation.
âI meant everything I said, yes.â
âI guess I can be patient then,â you feign annoyance, rolling your eyes.Â
The earnest laugh that your silliness evokes from him fills the car and makes the atmosphere even warmer than before. The gift of flowers had already charmed you upon getting into his car, so you canât imagine that thereâs something even better waiting for you at the end of the drive. As much as youâd love to know what this man had settled on within the last few days, you allow yourself to indulge in the feeling of being whisked away and surprised instead. In the meantime, you busy yourself again by humming to his radio and continuing to survey your surroundings passing by quickly the further you drive.
There are many things Yunho is good at and heâs a very intelligent man, but cooking is just not one of those things. Because of this, he generally eats out instead of bothering with making food. This is particularly one of the reasons why he never had an issue when it came to eating dinner with you outside of his home. He supposes if he wants to be a proper and worthy bachelor, he should learn one of these days not to add too much salt to soup, or how to properly fry an egg without burning it to a crisp. Todayâs decision to take you both to a cooking class is motivated by those circumstances. Sushi shouldnât be that hard to master, right?
It begins easily enough.Â
Each group has an individual station, and the class starts with a simple seaweed salad as an appetizer. He makes sure to follow all the instructions to a T, his only deviation being adding a dash of red pepper flakes because he likes spice. Yunhoâs already so used to you asking for a taste of his food that he immediately goes to share his final product without you even asking.
While youâre still mixing your own he beckons for your attention, holding out a bite with his chopsticks, âOpen.â
This is something youâve done before, yes, but only a few times. Itâs a bit more embarrassing though while doing such a thing in front of other people, and he canât help but notice how you canât look him directly in the eyes while obliging him. Youâre so cute when youâre shy.
âHow does it taste?â He asks before you can even get to chewing, but heâs a bit nervous that you might spit it out before he does.
When you do get to chew and swallow, heâs surprised to see your eyes light up, âWow thatâs delicious, Yu!âÂ
Asking him for another bite inflates his ego just a pinch too much, but he canât help it when youâre praising him for his work. Maybe to hide his inability to cook anything else heâd simply make you seaweed salad for the rest of your life. Yeah, that sounds nice⌠He tries to suppress the confident smirk tugging at his lips and hypes himself up for the rest of the lesson. After everyone in the room has wrapped up that portion of the lesson, the instructor moves forward with beginning the sushi crafting.
âIâve been meaning to ask, how did you meet your friends?â You inquire in a low voice while the instructor carries on about how much rice is an appropriate amount, clarifying, âMr. Park and Mr. Choi.â
âI met both in college, but I met Seonghwa first,â he muses, âI was a sophomore and he was a junior, and we both happened to choose the same music elective that year.â
âWhat the hell is a linguist doing in a music class? Felt adventurous that year?â
âIâm quite the singer actually,â Yunho reveals with a confident smile, but his arms cease their rice flattening when he hears you try to stifle laughter. His brows crinkle as he peers over at you with a prominent pout tugging at his lips, âWhat, you donât believe me?â
âNo, I do, itâs justââ You give him a once over. âIâm imagining this angelic voice coming out of you and itâs really cute.â
âAngelicâŚâ he muses, then turns back to flattening his rice and smiles to himself, âI guess Iâll have to show you one day and you can determine that for yourself.â
âIâd love that, actually.â
The instructor announces that next youâll be slicing up salmon and avocado to put inside your rolls. You and Yunho work diligently on splitting the filet of salmon provided between each other to see who can do it best and follow her lead once more.Â
âContinue the story,â you whisper to him once the instructor gives the last of her enthusiastic pitches on how to glide the knife through in one stroke for each piece, âWhat happened after music class?â
âWell, we became friends after pairing up for a duet project⌠and then we met San the following year after he hired Seonghwa for tutoring in history.â Yunho pauses for a moment to put an immense amount of concentration into his first slice, which still definitely ends up way too thick. âHe did things like that on the side for money sometimes. Put up posters in the cafes and everything.â
Even though youâre also concentrating, you nod so he knows youâre paying attention. Unlike Yunho, you seem to have picked up on the cutting technique pretty quickly. His eyes keep flickering back and forth between your work and his, and he huffs in dissatisfaction.
âSheesh, that was quite some time ago,â you state absentmindedly.
âExcuse me, are you calling me old?â
âPossibly.â
For the nonchalant jab at his confidence, Yunho nudges your cutting arm mid-slice and causes you to abruptly cut the current piece in half. The flabbergasted look on your face and the way your mouth drops open at a loss for words makes him giggle.
âIâm so sorry beautiful, itâs these old brittle bones,â he feigns remorse, lips pulling into a dishonest pout when you glare at him, âCan never keep my balance these days with them, you know?â
âMaybe theyâre also the reason your slices look as big as filets,â you quip back, âMight as well throw those on the grill, right?â
Yunhoâs pout turns genuine. You only apologize because he looks like a kicked puppy, and you both agree to let you cut the salmon while he works on the avocados instead. It doesnât take long before youâre finished placing the necessary ingredients onto your rice and following the instructor's words on how to successfully roll it all together. This is something that Yunho is actually able to do decently, and he marvels at the way heâs got a genuine sushi roll in front of his eyes made from his own hands. Moving forward, his mind is consumed with cutting it into perfect bite-sized pieces when you tap his shoulder.
âHey, do you like soy sauce on your sushi?â
âSometimes, why?â He replies, and when he turns around to peer down at you heâs met with a pair of chopsticks holding up something for him to try.Â
You smile in place of instruction, but he opens his mouth without even having to be told to do so. Unlike you, he doesnât mind holding eye contact while you feed him. It feels intimate even with strangers around you. Dozens of butterflies manifest in your stomach and go into even more of a frenzy when he sighs in contentment. Heâll be nice and pretend he didnât see the way you swallow the lump in your throat.Â
Thatâs when you notice you put just a little too much soy sauce on his piece, and your thumb casually swipes the excess from the corner of his mouth. Itâs an action that should be helpful and innocent, but you put your thumb in your mouth to lick it clean without even thinking. He absolutely takes notice. Every time Yunho thinks heâs got the upper hand in wooing you, you make him lose his cool so easily.
âYour face is red. Was it too salty?â
Yunho clears his throat and shakes his head hastily when he sees youâre genuinely concerned. He really wants nothing more than to kiss you at this moment, but that would have to wait until you both are alone. The rest of the class goes by quickly when tasked with making a different sushi roll and some strawberry-matcha ice cream for dessert. Yunho thinks he might see a hint of disappointment on your face when things come to an end and you have to take off your aprons.Â
âThereâs a park not too far away from here if youâre okay with walking for a bit. Burn off some calories?â Yunho proposes when you both finally leave the building, and you nod eagerly. For the second time today, you link fingers and begin your venture.
The walk ends up being a bit longer than you both expect, but it doesnât take much time to find a secluded spot where you could have some privacy when there. Itâs fairly brisk today, so when Yunho removes his jacket to grant you a clean place to sit on the grass, you immediately tell him you donât mind sitting on the ground at all, that youâd rather him be warm. He assures you that heâs not cold at all (a big fat lie) and doesnât mind getting a little dirt on his pants, so you give in and situate yourself on his jacket. The silence between you both is comfortable, filled with the sounds of people playing somewhere nearby and birds occupying trees in the branches lingering over you. You debate about striking up more conversation about his past, but he beats you to the punch on speaking.
âI havenât done this in a while you know,â Yunho suddenly divulges, âHave you?â
âGone on a date?â When he nods you shake your head, âNo, actually. Havenât met anyone worth going past the texting phase, to be honest... Well, besides that one day.â
You feel a bit guilty when still having to lie about that phony date that led to your first dinner together, but itâs not like itâs something you can change now.Â
âAs bad as it sounds⌠Iâm glad you got stood up that day,â his eyes fall to his lap when he mumbles this. He hopes that doesnât come across negatively.
The corners of your mouth tug into a smile at his honesty. Maybe one day in the future youâd gain enough courage to tell him it was a lie. You wonder if he would genuinely be upset⌠Though, you suppose youâre thinking way too far ahead into the future for those kinds of worries.Â
Instead of dwelling on it, you simply say, âI am too, Yu.â
âYouâve been using that nickname more often,â he points out after a moment of thought, âAny particular reason?â
âItâs just a habit when we get alone⌠helps me separate you from how I know you on campus,â you reply and glance over at him apprehensively, âIâm sorry, it probably sounds too childish, right? I can stop.â
âNo no, I prefer when you call me Yu,â he admits, palm digging into the grass as he leans back on his arm with a sigh, âEverybody else calls me Yunho, Mr. Jeong, whatever.â
âAm I not in the same category as everybody else?â
âNot at all,â he professes without any hesitation, lolling his head to the side to finally peer back at you. The soft smile pulling at the corners of his mouth makes your heart stutter.Â
âDuly noted,â is all youâre able to mumble back. When his eyes go from surveying your face for any unease at his bluntness to zeroing in on your lips, you canât help the heat manifesting in your cheeks.
âAre you comfortable if I kiss you?â
âI feel like weâre way past that step, no?â You quirk a brow.
âWas more so asking since weâre technically in public, but I suppose thatâs also true,â he laughs softly, leaning over and pressing his lips to yours before you can reply to him with any nonsense.
His lips are always so soft and plush, and itâs so juxtaposed with the way he kisses you with intensity and clear intent. Heâs never really hesitant of himself when you both kiss, never thinking twice about selfishly stealing your air, despite any anxiety he may have about your situation inside of himself. Heâs a bit too enamored with the way your tongue still tastes like strawberry matcha to realize that his free hand has dipped under the hem of your dress, fingertips creeping and leaving a trail of heat as they inch further and further up your thigh. As much as youâd love to indulge him, your nerves wonât let you, no matter how secluded your spot might be.
Your hand wraps around his wrist gently, giggling onto his lips as you warn him, âDonât get any funny ideas. Like you said, weâre in public.â
âYouâre absolutely right,â he sighs reluctantly. He canât deny that heâs slightly embarrassed for even letting his hands move with a mind of their own. Thereâs just something about you that makes him feel like he doesnât have to think so hard when youâre around, and it makes him lose his senses in the process. Everything just feels natural. An affectionate smile plays at his lips while he rubs the material of your dress between his fingers, âItâs getting pretty late, the sun is setting.â
âLetâs head back before the traffic gets too crazy then, yeah?â You propose and he nods silently before pushing one last peck to your lips.
The drive back to your apartment feels much quicker than it did leaving, and this stirs up a hint of despondency in your stomach. It feels like your time with him has ended just as soon as it started, but you suppose you should appreciate the full day you did get to spend with him. Still, you know something like today wonât happen that often, and it makes you a bit sad the closer you get to your building.Â
Like the gentlemen he is, Yunho walks with you up to the second floor and to your door, hands shoved deep in his pockets while he debates on how to say bye. He doesnât know if he should kiss you goodbye when anybody could be watching now that youâre back in the area. Then again, he supposes even walking you up to your place was risky to begin with. While heâs debating over these things in his mind, youâve already opened your front door. He doesnât even realize youâre staring at him until you call his name, to which heâs subsequently sputtering a bunch of apologies after being caught overthinking.Â
âWhy donât you come inside for a little bit,â you hum, more as an instruction than a request.Â
Yunhoâs tongue prods at the inside of his cheek in rumination over the various prospects of what exactly coming inside could entail, but the way youâre gazing at him with those beguiling eyes is already luring him in before his thoughts can get the best of him. His feet move on their own, taking tentative steps into your abode with an overwhelming feeling of excitement pooling in his chest. The sound of the front door being locked is followed by you coming up behind him and wrapping your hands around his torso. Itâs very sweet, the way you bury your head in his back and squeeze him in an endearing hug.
âI really enjoyed today,â you tell him as best you can with your cheek still squished against his back. You feel the warm chuckle he lets out reverberating through his back. He wishes he could reciprocate your hug, but it seems youâre intent on staying behind him.
He settles for saying, âThank you for giving me the chance to fix things, ____. I just wanted to show you that you mean a lot to me.â
Then, thereâs a beat of silence, and he wonders if everything is okay. Maybe that was too muchâŚ
âWhatâs your day look like tomorrow?â you suddenly ask softly, and Yunho's eyes fall to watch as your hands drop and ghost around his belt.Â
His Adam's Apple bobs anxiously before he answers in an equally soft voice, âSundays I⌠I usually prepare my slides and lesson plans for the week. Meet with the boys in the evening after Iâm done for some drinksâŚâ
Your hands gently undo his belt as heâs talking, humming â mhm â every few words to let him know youâre indeed listening.Â
âMaybe you should leave in the morning then,â you propose, fingers gently popping open the button of his pants. You can feel him take a deep inhale the moment you finally gently tug at his zipper.
âYeah, maybe I should.â
That night, Yunho learns several things about you.
He gets to learn the ins and outs of your gag reflex. You have a slight affinity with deep-throating your partners, and he falls in love with the view of you even trying to with tears in the corners of your eyes. The way your lips stretch around his thick cock⌠Itâs an image he stores in his mental album of you for later use.
He gets to learn about the tattoo you have hidden on your back as heâs fervently driving that same thick cock of his into you from behind. He traces it delicately with his fingers before reaching forward to grab at your hair, pulling it back for some well-needed leverage while his sweaty thighs smack against yours over and over.
He especially loves learning that you like being talked through things, and heâs already made you cum twice by utilizing his voice. Rinse and repeat, the way your greedy cunt squeezes and milks him for all heâs worth when says, âRemind me, whatâs my name?â And when you moan out that nickname that he likes so much, he replies with, âThatâs my smart girl. Looking so pretty, you feel so fucking good around me. You gonna cum for me again, pretty? I can feel you squeezing, go ahead and give it to me.â
Needless to say, it was a very long and educational night.Â
In the morning, Yunhoâs desires get the best of him, and he manages to inconspicuously steal a pair of panties from the laundry pile in your room, shoving them into his pants pocket while youâre in the bathroom. He makes sure to take a plain-looking pair, something heâs sure you wonât notice is missing. Thereâs a slight feeling of guilt once heâs nearly home, though.Â
Itâs okay, itâs just a one-time thing, he tells himself over and over, Iâll return them the next time Iâm over.
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âYOU WHAT?â
Yeosang slaps his hand over his mouth but, to be fair, his reaction is entirely involuntary. He had promised you he would remain calm, but how could he with this kind of information? You repeatedly sputter that, while you may be in the back of the library, he is very much going to cause a disturbance if he doesnât shut his fucking mouth.
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry,â he exhales, leaning in with eyes as big as saucers, âYou came in too hot, I need the foreplay first.â
âDonât phrase it like that, good Lord,â you groan.
âWhat else am I supposed to say when you tell me youâve fucked him and none of the lead-up? Fuck, did he even take you out to dinner first?â
âOf course he did,â you defend him quickly, âWeâve spent a lot of time together actually. Mostly dinners and things of that nature.â
âIâm mostly shocked that it took you this long to fuck him. Seems like you hooked him fairly easily.â
âWellâŚâ you cover your face just enough to where an eye can peep out between your fingers, and Yeosang eyes you curiously, âNo, that wasnât the first timeâŚâ
âObviously you hate me, ____,â your best friend immediately states, clasping his hands together, âThis is the only suitable explanation of why you wouldnât tell me this until now. I literally begged you for info like an idiot weeks ago!â
âIâm sorry! It was justââ
âNah, denied,â he holds a hand up to shush you, âWorst best friend ever.â
âYeo, I explicitly told you progress was being made. Did I not?â
âYou failed to tell me that it was being made between your legs,â he snaps in a whisper-yell. âHow many times?â
âOnly twice, okay? You havenât missed much, I promise.â
Yeosang sits in silence with his head perched on his palm, seemingly marinating in all of the information heâs been slammed within the last 10 minutes. There are very few times youâve seen him at a loss for words, but this moment surely makes the list.Â
âI didnât think he would cave that easily, honestly.â He finally speaks. You release all the pent-up air in your chest that you hadnât realized you were holding in waiting for his words. âWhat did you do to him ____?â
He pleads for the final time for you to start from the beginning and explain, and you finally grant that to him without getting too into the nitty gritty. Youâre a bit bashful recounting some of the lengths you took in setting this all up, but Yeosang simply nods in understanding at each one. If anyone was going to be supportive, it was always going to be your frontline cheerleader.Â
After taking in the full story, he thinks itâs only proper to ask, âWhatâs your plan beyond this point?â
âWell, exactly what I said to you a long time ago,â you tell him frankly, âIf all goes well, I want to be in a relationship with him after I graduate. I donât see him saying no to that with the way heâs already treating me...â
Yeosang notices the way your demeanor has changed with this answer. Previously, the humorous lilt in your voice was much more prominent. Those same sentiments and that joking attitude seems to be long gone. He can see it in your eyes, the way youâre taking this more seriously. He wonders what Yunho couldâve possibly done to turn you into such a romantic over him. The answer to that would simply be: everything.Â
âYou know, I wasnât one hundred percent sure if you were telling the truth about wanting things beyond sex at first,â Yeosang tells you honestly. He may be a goofball, but heâs able to be serious when needed. And despite the foolishness leading up to this statement, his voice is earnest when he says, âI can see this working out for you as long as youâre careful.â
âI hope so, Yeo. I really do.â
â
On the following Wednesday, you and Yeosang are both seated in Yunhoâs class wasting time on your phones as class is set to start. Usually, Yunho is very punctual with starting because his lectures are so long, so youâre curious as to what the hold-up is today. You peek over your laptop and spot him talking to a guy youâve never seen before and, as far as you know, youâve never recognized him in this class. They nod at each other before you see Yunho clear his throat.
âEveryone, I want to take a few minutes at the top of the hour to introduce someone important,â Yunho begins, loud enough that everyone can hear and cease chatter. âIâm sure some of you recognize him from other classes. For those who don't, however, this is Wooyoung Jung. Heâll be serving as my teacherâs assistant for the remainder of the semester.â
âIâm happy to be able to help any way I can,â Wooyoung proclaims to everyone with a sweet smile before turning back towards Yunho, âAnd thank you Mr. Jeong for allowing me the opportunity.â
You wonder if this is something Yunho truly chose or whether it was sprung upon him; itâs fairly late into the semester for something like this to be introduced. He does have quite the workload though, you muse. Surely with new hands to help, heâll manage his time a bit better. You wonder if thatâll mean you get to spend more time with him while Wooyoung is taking care of things that would usually dig into his free time. As if Yunho knows youâre thinking about him, his eyes find yours while Wooyoung is taking his seat at the front of the class. Something about the ambiguous gaze he gives you when others are around makes you itch for his attention even more than normal. He doesnât ever fail at making it look natural, like he could be looking at anyone for nothing in particular. Those little moments keep things fun.
The answer to your previous queries would end up being that, yes, this was something Yunho chose himself. When presented with an opportunity for a student specializing in his major to offer assistance after being accepted into the Work-Study program later than most, of course he said yes. San had been telling him since he began working at the university last semester that he should take on a TA while he got acclimated to teaching, but Yunho had convinced himself that he could do it all on his own. While Yunho had been pretty open about how terrible his workload was, considering he has 3 class sections, he was never completely honest with you about how much stress this caused him on a day-to-day basis.Â
He was excited that this would free up some of his previously stolen time and take some pressure off of his shoulders. He was also looking forward to being able to spend some of that newly open time with you, especially. Thatâs why when you unknowingly throw a wrench into those intentions before leaving his class Friday, he has a hard time keeping the dejection he feels from showing on his face.Â
âIt might be a while before weâre able to hang out again,â you sigh, âMidterms are stressing me out but I donât want to psych myself out right before I graduateââ
â____,â Yunho places his hand on your head tenderly, silencing your rambling in the kindest way he can. He doesnât like seeing you so stressed out. âFocus on yourself and do your best, okay? Donât lose sight of the finish line. Being prepared and passing is much more important than us seeing each other.â
You gaze up at him with some of the prettiest dispirited eyes heâs ever seen. How is he supposed to remain selfless when you look like this? Of course, heâd love to be selfish and fill your time; he knows youâre a smart girl so youâd have nothing to worry about for his midterm at least. Heâd take care of it. Nevertheless, youâre still a student of others as well, and he has to extinguish that greed as fast as it ignites.
âThank you for understanding.â
âOf course, pretty. You know where to find me whenever youâre ready,â he smiles and gives your cheek a teasing pinch before opening the lecture hallâs door, âSee you next Wednesday.â
As expected, two weeks of studying and taking tests consume your entire schedule. Yunho is not much better, and heâs consistently cursing at himself for making the test he gave out to all of his sections so long. Even though he wants to truly know if his students understand all the material thus far, he forgets how time-consuming making the test so extensive can be for him as well. Having Wooyoung around helps quite a bit, even though he feels slightly guilty for putting such a large amount on him when he becomes overwhelmed. Wooyoung never complains though, so Yunho is grateful to have gotten a TA who actually does the work and does it well. During this time, you both try to keep regular contact, offering words of encouragement to each other and discussing what you should do to celebrate when you get your passing grades back.Â
Directly following the end of midterms week is the weekend before Halloween. Jongho had sent out a text the week prior that he was holding a party at his parentâs rental house, which is currently unoccupied for the season. The man had friends from several different circles because he was involved in many different extracurriculars outside of his studies, so you were certain this party was going to be fairly large.
Naturally, as best friends do, you and Yeosang decide to wear matching costumes for his party. Procrastination had gotten the best of you both with midterms added into the mix, however, and the best thing the two of you were able to come up with before the weekend was a sexy nurse and doctor duo. Simple, but effective.
You both rode along with Hongjoong, who had chosen to be the designated driver for the evening. Itâs uncomfortably brisk outside, too brisk to be dressed like you are; however, upon opening the door, you can barely get two steps into the property before Jongho stops everyone in their tracks. His hands hold out exactly what you knew would be coming before even arriving at the house. Itâs Jonghoâs signature thing.
âYou know the rules,â he says with that mischievous smile of his you know too well.Â
You must take one tequila shot to be admitted past the door.
All three of you quickly take the shot glasses from your host and toss them back without even giving cheers. The burn of alcohol and the robust taste of bitter poison stains your tongue. It hurts a little on the throat on the way down and you salivate to adjust to the pain, immediately making a face of disgust.Â
âGod, it never gets easier,â you cough.
âIâll grab you something easier,â he laughs while rubbing your back, âSame flavor as usual?â
âPlease and thank you.â
As promised, he comes back with two bottles of honeydew melon soju in tow and some fresh shot glasses. It doesnât take too many heavy-handed shots before laughs and giggles begin to bubble up in your throat for no real reason. You forgot that you didnât put anything on your stomach before leaving the house, and itâs becoming very apparent every time you feel your head shoot up to outer space and come back down just as quickly. Thatâs a non-issue though because Jonghoâs catered this party with enough food to feed a small village. Anyone watching you stuffing your face with Halloween-themed carbs and sweets is the last thing on your mind. Round two of shots is followed by the intense feeling of needing to dance. Even while intoxicated, youâre perceptive enough to notice various sets of eyes on you whilst dancing with your friends. Every so often, an owner of a set will make his way over and try to chat you up. Like clockwork, you say the same thing to every new person:
Sorry, Iâm not single.
You say this sentence so many times in the span of an hour that it begins to feel real. Then again, isnât it already? As far as youâre concerned, you were spoken for until Yunho said otherwise. You wonder if he feels the same about himself... When you start having a small internal existential crisis about whether Yunho thinks the same, thatâs when you know youâre approaching your limit for the night. You step away to grab some water and begin the process of flushing your body. When you make it back to your circle, things have changed. Mingi, with his girlfriend in tow, lets everyone know that theyâre going to find a private room before taking off up the stairs of the house. You know itâs irrational and probably motivated by the alcohol in your system, but you can't help but feel jealous that they can do something like that so easily. If you could see Yunho and drag him to a room anytime you were horny, youâre sure a lot of your lifeâs problems would be solved.
The moment theyâre gone, Hongjoong leans in and quickly lets you know heâs also going upstairs to join some other acquaintances in karaoke. Youâre just about to panic until Yeosang tugs on your arm to beckon for your attention.
âGoing to the bathroom if you want to join,â he leans in and proposes, âI really need to pee.â
Everyone seems to have wanted to go their separate ways, but heâd never leave you alone all by your lonesome. And especially not with alcohol in your system. You grab onto his hand with a nod and let him lead you through hoards of people to the closest bathroom. Luckily, itâs empty and thereâs no wait. Itâs not long before youâre both locked away from the sound of music thumping from behind the door. While you search through your pockets for your lipgloss for reapplication, Yeosang jets for the toilet.
âIâm drained,â you mutter, âBeing bombarded by strangers.â
âYou showed up to the party looking like that and expected not to catch some eyes?â
Heâs right, honestly. The red and white romper youâre wearing leaves nothing much to the imagination with the way your asscheeks are hanging out of the bottom or the way your breasts are squished together at the top. Your makeup and hair, your stockings and heels, everything just exudes pure sex appeal. All topped off with a little hat and a play syringe youâve been using occasionally for âalcohol shotsâ. To be fair, your friend group mainly consisted of men, and many men found it intimidating to approach you with them always surrounding you in settings such as this. People must be feeling especially bold tonight with as much alcohol being drunk, you muse. He giggles to himself because he knows that typically youâd entertain some of the suitors for fun, but you seem devoted to the one man on your mind these days.Â
âBet you didnât send your boyfriend a picture of your costume though, huh?â Yeosang teases, slurred words morphing into a laugh as he finally pulls down his pants. The subsequent sound of him peeing draws a laugh from you.
âHeâs not my boyfriend,â you scoff and nudge him in the back. He nearly loses his footing.Â
âStop, you're gonna make pee go everywhere!â How he is even still peeing with such ferocity is beyond you. This doesnât stop him from adding in quickly, âI dare you to show him. Itâs only fair, right?â
Alcohol-induced pride is something dangerous, but youâre never one to back down from a dare, even when sober. While heâs finishing up, you find your text thread with Yunho and send him the image you and Yeosang had taken together at the beginning of the party.
[Y/N: 1 image]
[Y/N: Matchingg with my besssttieee]
Coincidentally, Yunho is home and lonesomely watching YouTube videos when his phone pings. Oh wowâŚ
He replies with several texts in a minuteâone making sure to compliment you both, but the rest shamelessly thirsting over the way your costume is so lewd. Many other men may have made passes at you and offered plenty of flattery throughout the night, but none of them could make you get flustered as much as Yunho. This is the only man you care about hearing compliments from, the only man whose words matter. Maybe itâs that last bottle of soju making you so confident, but your hands move faster than your brain.
âDonât turn around just yet,â you tell Yeosang quickly before pulling up your camera. You unzip your romper enough to pull one of your breasts out fully, squeezing it teasingly with one hand while the other takes a quick selfie. Itâs a tad blurry, but itâll do its job. After fixing yourself just as quickly, you give Yeosang the okay so he can wash his hands.
[Y/N: 1 invisible ink image]
[Y/N: Would you let me stick you???]
When he gets this notification, Yunho stares down at his throbbing cock already in his hand and laughs. He was already turned on enough by the other picture to pull it out from his sweatpants, but this? Heâs usually not one to send nudes, but good God, he wants nothing more than for you to see exactly what youâre doing to him right now. Against his better judgment, he does just that.
[Yunho: 1 invisible ink image]
[Yunho: only if you let me reciprocate after]
When you uncover the picture, your breath catches in your throat: his hand is firmly wrapped around his aching, flushed cock. It looks as though heâs already been stroking himself eagerly, the way itâs glossy with lubricant and an angry shade of red. God, the things you would do to have him pick you up from this party and let you fuck him to your heart's content⌠Even though that could never happen, a girl can dream, so you decide you have to tell him exactly whatâs on your mind. Yeosangâs too drunk to do his job of taking away your phone while youâre so many drinks deep.Â
âReady to go back?â Your best friend asks while drying his hands.
Holding your phone tight against your chest for privacy, you sputter, âDo you mind giving me a few minutes alone? I wonât be too long, promise.â
Yunhoâs shocked when he sees your name come up on his phone for a call. He was beginning to get slightly nervous when you failed to respond to his attempt at sexting, but that didnât stop him from staring at your photos and feverishly stroking his cock in the meantime.
âHello?â
âHello there, handsome,â you giggle, and Yunho immediately hears the intoxicated tremor laced in your words.Â
âHaving a fun night?â He asks with a laugh of his own, trying to refrain from breathing too heavily into the phone every time he squeezes his leaking tip with a little extra pressure.Â
Youâre too drunk to realize what heâs doing anyway, and you unknowingly feed into his journey toward an orgasm when you outright say, âYes but⌠I want you so bad right now, Yu.â
Yunhoâs breath nearly catches in his throat, and his face flushes bashfully as his hand glides faster up and down his cock.
His voice trembles a bit when he replies, âI wish I could make that happen for you, angel.â
âWell⌠you wanna know what Iâd do if I was there?â You push further, closing your eyes and tuning out everything outside the door to focus on Yunho alone. He agrees promptly, head kicking back as he closes his eyes in the same way, tuning in solely to your voice. âBeen wanting to ride you so bad lately. Keep imagining the way youâd sound when I bounce up and down in your lap⌠You make the prettiest noises, Yu, I swear.â
He physically swallows any of those aforementioned pretty noises trying to manifest in his throat, burying them deep in his chest before he responds with the only thing his brain can manifest.
âIs that so?â
âYeah, butâŚâ You lower your voice to a whisper, âDo you think I could make you cum all by myself, like no help?â
Yunho is so close, he can barely hold himself together.
âI bet you could. Just seeing you feel good while using my dick would be enough to, honestly.â
The tiny drunken giggle that tumbles from your lips goes straight to his heart, âI say we test that out then.â
âJust let me know when you want to and Iâll be more than ready,â he assures you, accidentally punctuating that sentence with a soft, â Fuck .â
â____, Jonghoâs looking for us,â Yeosang calls out through the door. âTheyâre about to play a drinking game or something.â
For some reason, the knowledge that youâre talking so filthy like this while anyone on the other side of the door could perhaps hear you pushes him over the edge. With his phone on his chest, Yunho presses a tight hand over his mouth to suppress any noise threatening to come out, instead heavily breathing through his nostrils as spurts of cum sully his abdomen.
You sigh, âMy liver is being summoned, gotta go. Bye-bye, handsome.â
The call ends before Yunho can even open his mouth to reply, but thatâs fine because heâs sure he wouldnât have been able to come up with a coherent sentence anyway. He settles for dazedly texting you to let him know when you get home safely. The long and uncomfortably hot shower he takes to wash away the filth from his mind and his body leaves him feeling oddly refreshed. It might be because he hasnât had a conversation with you not relating to the stresses of the previous weeks up until today. Itâs silly that something so depraved ended up being the product, but God, does it feel fresh and exhilarating.
Now that midterm season was over and a good amount of grading had been taken off of his hands by taking on a TA, Yunho found himself with enough time on his hands to give his place a good cleaning. If heâs being completely honest with himself, heâs doing this to give himself more confidence in inviting you over again. It had been some time since he last had you there, but that was partially due to the treacherous state that it was in currently. You had been free from midterms for a week now, there were no excuses as to why he couldnât spend private time with you in his place. The perfect opportunity arose directly after he accomplished his goal, when you mentioned in passing that you were one assignment away from being able to go out.
âHow about you come do your work at my place instead?â he had offered, âIâll order us dinner and we can relax together afterward.â
It didnât take much convincing for you to end up on his doorstep half an hour later with your backpack slung over your shoulder. Youâre so beautiful when youâre done up, thereâs no denying that, but thereâs something about you when youâre dressed so comfortably casual that makes Yunho get heart palpitations. When you look like that while lounging at his kitchen table, hands typing away at God knows what assignment, it just feels so domestic to him. You look like you belong there. He tries not to stare too much and gives you your space to work though, busying himself with some random medical show he pays no real mind to on Netflix while lying on his couch. Quite some time later, he hears you let out a hefty aggravated sigh.Â
âWords are starting to blend together,â you murmur while rubbing your eyes. âHate when this happens.â
âTake a break then, beautiful. Come sit with me?â
It started off innocent, it really did.Â
Sitting curled up under Yunhoâs arm in his lap has now entered the top ranks on your list of favorite positions to be in. Itâs soothing, the way his fingers play with the frayed strings of your pants in between rubbing calming circles into your tense muscles. If you werenât careful, youâre sure this man could lull you to sleep.
âI didnât know you liked doctor shows,â you mumble against his chest.Â
âI donât,â he laughs, âI figured the girl who dressed up as a sexy nurse over the weekend would be interested.â
âOh hush, you know Halloween is for foolishness.â
But, upon entering a conversation about Halloween, it leads to a conversation about your photo exchange. Yunho has been meaning to ask if heâs allowed to save that image for obvious reasons. Aside from it being sent while you were intoxicated, he also wants to be respectful about deleting it if need be. You reassure him that itâs okay for him to keep and use it whenever he likes, as you do not doubt in your mind heâd never let something like that slip from between you both. Thatâs when the phone call also comes up.
âAre you usually that horny when youâre intoxicated?â Yunho inquires, âCalling me up and talking like that was surprising.â
You sit up immediately, âI called you? Youâre lyingâŚâ
âYou donât remember?â His brows hitch in surprise.Â
âNo, I donât recall that at all,â you gaze back at him, dumbfounded, âWhat did I say?â
âNothing much,â he lies, but he knows youâd never take that as an answer. Especially not when his cheeks are dusted in pink at you even asking.
âPlease, tell me!â You nearly plead, âOh God, was it embarrassing?â
âYou really want to know that badly?â
The innocent nod you give him makes him give in. He remains focused on the TV to prevent himself from becoming too sheepish by looking into your eyes while recounting such words. Yunho is a bit more conservative with his words as he recalls your remarks about riding him. Heâs unable to go into as much detail as you did of course, he doesnât want to work himself up just thinking about it; moreover, he canât even say some parts without fleeting thoughts of how he already jacked off simply to your voice telling him such things. Itâs embarrassing to him how he lacks willpower when it comes to you, heâs a grown man for Christâs sake. To be fair, youâre not much help. He doesnât even notice how youâre toying with his sweatpantsâ strings while he talks. When he finally tears his eyes from the TV and meets yours, the gaze you share has you finally moving from your spot.
Who knew Yunhoâs living room couch was so comfortable on the knees? Surely not you, until yours are digging into it while you straddle his waist. Itâs hard to focus on the way his lips are devouring your neck while his hands are simultaneously frisking every inch of your body he can reach. You donât know at what point during the last minute you ended up with your joggers thrown a few feet away on the floor, or when he ended up with his sweatpants and underwear pooled around his feet. He canât focus on anything else but the feeling of your bare cunt sliding back and forth over his cock, watching you teasingly smear your slick all over him with his mouth hung open. He can only take but so much of watching you work him up before he finally peers up into your eyes.
âGod, youâre way too good at being a tease,â he sighs as he leans up to ghost his lips over yours. You can feel his little gasps every time you apply a little more of your weight on top of his painfully hard cock. Heâs a patient man though, so he doesnât mind letting you toy with him for however long your heart desires, âIâm not in a rush.â
âMaybe Iâm just waiting for you to remind me how to fit it in me,â you joke, gasping as his hands busy themselves by massaging your sensitive breasts under your sports bra, âIt's been a while since the last time, you know?â
The raspy laugh he lets out hits you right in your core, and even more so when he says, âYouâre a very smart and capable girl, I know you can do it all by yourself.âÂ
The way he enunciates the last three words makes your core throb. When you finally lift your hips to wrap your hands around his length, his hands move from your breasts to your waist for support. You give him a few gentle pumps before lining him up with your sopping entrance.Â
âThere you go,â he encourages when you push yourself open on his tip with a needy moan.
You slide down his shaft gradually, inch by inch until youâre fully seated. The deep, shaky exhale you let out against Yunhoâs neck makes him chuckle because youâre such a trooper even without any prep beforehand.Â
âGive me a second.â
âWant some help?â He asks genuinely, massaging the plush of your thighs and chuckling when he feels you clench at the offer.Â
Heâd lay you down and take care of things himself if you wanted him to, as heâs never one to deny a pillow princess being the service dom he typically is. To his surprise, you begin moving your hips, lifting and sliding back down at a casual pace. His head kicks back and he sighs at the feeling of your warm walls swallowing him in and pushing him out, over and over. You canât keep in the sounds of pure need and arousal that spill from your lips every time you feel his cock curve up and prod against that spot that makes your stomach do flips. When the sting from the initial stretch subsides, every glide feels breathtaking. You keep your head buried in his neck to focus on your hip movements instead, gasping and moaning in time with every sound of your ass striking his thighs.
You were right, he thinks, it had been quite some time since you both slept together that night of your first real date. Yunhoâs been dreaming about that pretty cunt of yours since thenânearly dailyâunable to match the feeling of the way you squeeze him with his hand, especially during the nights he works himself up enough to where he needs release. He didnât want to seem too brazen or shamefully horny by reaching out and asking if he could show you more of what he could accomplish with that cock of his buried inside you, the sounds he wants to try and evoke. Nevertheless, he doesnât want you to think thatâs something that matters the most to him.Â
Admittedly, the general nerves regarding your extracurricular activities with each other had subsided after the Halloween stint. Yunho gained a lot of confidence after that night. He previously felt guilty during midterm weeks because, even after he had expressly told you to focus on yourself, he was also so sure that there was plenty of midterm stress he couldâve helped you relieve, and vice versa. In many, many ways. Regardless, he decided to let sex with you occur naturally instead, such as last time. It was worth the wait though, if the way his teeth are sinking so deep into his bottom lip to stop himself from whimpering at this pleasure is anything to go by.Â
âFuck, mhm, just like that baby,â he hisses when you arch your back and begin rolling your hips against him, âReally gonna make me cum all by yourself, huh? Knew you were ambitious, angel.â
You feel yourself nearly gush with every word. This canât be the same man who stands in front of you twice a week and talks about semantics, right? On the opposite end, how is he supposed to maintain any composure when the sounds of your sopping wet cunt sucking him in so easily are now battling the TV? Your arousal is so loud and itâs driving him crazy. He tends to firmly pinch at the meat of your bouncing ass and chuckle every time it elicits a helpless yelp from your throat, only to keep his antsy hands busy. Still, he makes an effort to let you do things by yourself, as you expressed.
âYu?â you whimper into his skin a moment later, and he grunts to let you know heâs listening even if his mind is foggy with lust, âI wanna kiss you.â
Yunhoâs heart nearly bursts out of his chest, cheeks flushing at how innocent the request is. His hand tenderly grabs you by the chin and leads your mouth to his while murmuring, âStop hiding then, sweetheart.â
Time and time again, youâre reminded about how good of a kisser he is. Thereâs something addicting about the way he loves intertwining tongues and doesnât care about being messy that turns you on to the highest degree. You can feel heat prickle over every inch of your skin when he pulls back your bottom lip with his teeth. When you begin to bounce faster and grow more eager to cum, Yunhoâs hands finally grab underneath either cheek of your ass and begin to help you, hips rutting up in time with every quick hop of you on his cock. It doesnât take long before his breathing becomes ragged, his own orgasm nearing, and you both break the kiss to gasp for air. Your hands grip onto his biceps when you feel your legs starting to give out from fatigue.
âIâm sorry Iââ
âYou can relax, sweetheart,â he pants, âJust a little more, Iâve got you.â
Yunho wraps his arms around your back, holding you steady and spreading his legs a bit farther apart before taking over and pistoning his hips into yours. The frenzied babbles of his name in his ear make his eyes roll to the ceiling. Your orgasm blindsides you entirely, hitting you right after a particularly sinful thrust directly into your G-spot. There's no time to indulge in the way youâre making some of the most euphoric sounds heâs ever heard himself pull from a woman because the feeling of your walls contracting and convulsing around his cock gives him the final push to finish himself. Right before he lets go, he lifts you off of his cock with strong arms and cum paints his t-shirt a few seconds later.Â
âI say we go take a showerâŚâ Yunho begins tentatively, reworking his thoughts after you both are breathing calmly again, âAnd then, we can order some food because Iâm honestly starving. What do you say?â
âAnd where does finishing my assignment come in, hm?â You pinch his cheek.
âUgh, youâre rightâŚâ he groans, âIâm sure thereâll be plenty of time before the food is delivered, right?â
âIâm not even looking at that food until my work is done, and I mean iââ Your voice clips off when he suddenly stands to his feet with you maintained in his arms.Â
âThat shower isnât going to run itself then,â he counters, lips tugging into a large smile as he happily strides towards his bedroom with you in tow.
Yunho had informed you beforehand that this next week was going to be a busy one for him, induced by training workshops the university decided to spring upon a few colleges. The Dean of his particular college thought that it was a good idea to shove all necessary sessions into the first week of November. He apologizes multiple times every time he thinks about it. You know he shouldnât have to ever explain his business to youâheâs doing his job as a teacher, which comes first and foremostâbut itâs nice that he considers you when his schedule is in conversation. You tell him time and time again that he shouldnât concern himself with what you may or may not feel about his unavailability. He was nothing but patient with you during midterms, and you were more than happy to reciprocate that now that the time has come.Â
The first day you have class with him that week, you choose to stick back while everyone else is bustling to get out of the door. It doesnât take longer than a couple of minutes for the room to completely empty, save for you and your teacher. Normally, his eyes would light up noticing such a thing, but today he seems to be drowning in fatigue with the way his face doesnât even budge. That doesnât stop you from heading to his podium with tentative steps while he pulls on his blazer and packs up to continue his schedule.
âGot a minute?â
âFor you? Always,â he hums without even looking up. Heâs in the middle of shoving the last of his things in his briefcase when you hold up a tied-up plastic bag that catches his attention.
âI know you have a loaded day, so I brought you lunch,â you break the news before he can question it. It wasnât anything spectacular, but youâre sure itâll be enjoyable to eat regardless. âJust wanted to save you from having to make an extra stop across campus.â
âYouâre amazing, ____,â Yunho utters in a soft voice before taking the bag from you carefully. Heâs having a hard time mustering up any kind of physical joy today so he hopes that, for now, his words can at least convey what heâs failing to provide otherwise, âI know it doesnât look like it but I really do appreciate this. Thank you.â
âYou seem tense today,â you point out while moving to join him on his side of the podium. âDid something happen?â
The lecture hallâs doors donât have any slit windows for prying eyes, so you reach up and rub a comforting hand over the back of his neck. He closes his eyes and sighs. If thereâs anyoneâs touch that could cure his problems, heâs sure itâs yours. Still, he doesnât want to make himself too comfortable with the location youâre in.
âYou wouldnât believe how many things are going wrong today. I also have to meet with the head of my department for a performance evaluation based on the midterm grades. Everyone generally did very well but,â Yunho massages the bridge of his nose to help collect his thoughts before continuing, âItâs only my second semester, so the impression Iâm making with these kinds of things is very important. I know I have nothing to be worried about but itâs hard not to be anxious.â
âMaking yourself sick with stress isnât going to help either,â you remind him.
âI know, I know. Iâm just ready for this week to be over.â
âMaybe we should go out of town again this weekend,â you muse, hand moving to squeeze his shoulder affectionately, âI saw online some fall festivals are happening that might be fun to check out. I remember you saying youâve never been to one.â
He peers down at you, lips splitting into his first genuine grin of the day, âShe takes notes in and out of the classroom, how cute.â
âOnly when it comes to you. What do you say?â
Thereâs a knock on the doors, but before Yunho can muster any words to answer it, the owner comes in anyway. Upon entering in a huff, Wooyoung stops dead in his tracks. His eyes flicker between the two of you before he hitches a brow. You offer him a mild-mannered smile and pull your hand away from Yunhoâs shoulder slowly so as not to seem suspicious.
âGood afternoon Wooyoung,â Yunho says so naturally, though youâre groaning in your head, âDid you need something from me?â
You know itâs ridiculous of you, but youâre starting to envy Yunhoâs TA. Recently, youâve come to realize that you hate how Wooyoung gets an immense amount of time interacting with Yunho daily, but itâs still never enough. Thereâs always something more he needs. You get it, heâs technically an employee to make your teacherâs life easier. Thatâs something you should be cheering on, right? Deep down, in the most selfish part of your mind, youâre just tired of people always interrupting and interfering in the minimal amount of time you have with Yunho on campus, even unknowingly.Â
âI remembered I had some questions about your grading criteria for the recent essay that I needed some clarification on before leaving,â he says, and you donât miss the way his eyes flicker at you briefly, âBut if youâre busyâŚâ
âHeâs not. We just finished chatting about whatâs due next class,â you answer for Yunho instead, much to his dismay. He notices the tone change in your voice, but as much as heâd like to resolve that, he can only watch you grab your bag. Heâs slow to catch himself frowning before fixing his face in front of his TA. While slipping past the younger gentleman to finally leave, you make sure to call out, âSee you Friday, Mr. Jeong.â
It takes everything in you to not give Wooyoung the finger to the back of his head, but you decide itâs best not to let such things aggravate you. Again, Yunho is a teacher and this is part of his job. You shouldnât be so angry at his assistant for doing what he needs to do to make his life easier.
You and your linguist do end up leaving the area again that weekend to attend a festival together. This particular town is covered in thick colorful trees that have yet to lose their leaves. Along with the overwhelming smells over different smells of various food carts and so many people laughing in enjoyment, the entire scene does a number on Yunhoâs brain. It scratches a deep itch he didnât realize he had. Playing little games with you for prizes makes him realize he hasnât had this kind of fun in quite a long time.Â
Yunhoâs shocked with himself when he asks if you both can take a selfie together in front of all the colorful leaves before leaving for the day. Heâs been thinking about something like this for quite some time, a bit dispirited by not being able to savor memories in pictures like everyone else can. Realistically, he knows he really shouldnât be offering such blatant evidence of your romance to be left on either of your phones. Texts can easily be manipulated and argued, but selfies with you both in them donât lie. These kinds of thoughts still nag at him in the back of his head even while he puts on this goofy grin, chin affectionately sitting atop your shoulder as he snaps his first photo with you ever. He wishes he could put something like this as his wallpaper. Even if he could, in a world where peeping eyes werenât an issue, he wonders if that would be too much. Do you like the people youâre involved with to be that mushy?Â
He doesnât have the luxury of overthinking about these things for too long before youâre pinching his cheek to bring him back to reality. Reluctantly, Yunho decides to let his brain rest and focus on the rest of the time he has left with you. Heâs unable to stay the night or do anything intimate that evening because of prior obligations taking up the rest of his night, but that doesnât stop him from boldly leaning over his center console and surprising you with a slow, romantic kiss while parked right in front of your complex. He knows he should care, but he canât find it in himself to be bothered with the risks when he just wants to show you that he appreciates you helping him relax today before he has to depart. You hear him loud and clear.
The following week, Seonghwa finds himself seeking out Yunhoâs office after packing up for the day. Yunhoâs thumbing at his phoneâs keyboard when the courtesy knocks come and nearly scare him, but grants permission to enter.Â
âI thought youâd be gone by now,â Seonghwa marvels when he finds his friend still perched in his office chair. âYour classes are usually over early on Thursdays, no?â
âI had to rework my syllabus and switch modules around because of some issues getting through lectures last week. Completely slipped my mind that I still needed to revise my lesson plans and slides for tomorrow until this morning,â Yunho sighs, âIf I go home itâs definitely not getting done, so I have to stay.â
His friend surveys the ways his cheeks are slightly flushed as he glances back down at his phone briefly and tries to type something quickly. Sure, it could be from frustration or exhaustion caused by his tasks for the evening, but something seems different in the way heâs fidgeting in his chair.Â
âWhoâs the lucky lady?â Seonghwa inquires out of the blue, causing Yunho to lift his eyes from his phone abruptly. He offers a knowing smirk when Yunhoâs brows furrowed in confusion, âYouâre smiling a lot more these daysâ kinda glowing. Seems like you finally made it out of the dry spell and got laid.â
Yunho subconsciously tucks his phone in his lap, unconsciously confirming Seonghwaâs suspicions.
âNobody special,â he replies, finding this white lie to be more suitable than lying outright, âNothing much I can say.â
âWell, whereâd you meet her? You donât talk to anyone when we go out anymore so it couldnât have been at the bar.â
Yunho hesitates for a brief moment before saying the first thing that comes to his mind, âTinder.â
âI thought you deleted that app a while ago,â Seonghwaâs brows crease.
âI redownloaded it a while ago out of boredom,â Yunho explains quickly. He knows heâs not the best liar, but there is quite literally no way heâs going to tell his friend the truth about this situation whatsoever. Now, he almost wishes he had just fully lied at the start.
âAnd you canât tell me more about a Tinder match?â
âI justââ
âIâd understand if I was San, but someone you canât even tell me about?â Seonghwa jokes, but Yunho can tell this question is not entirely unserious.Â
He understands where his friend is coming from. Their relationship runs a bit deeper than Yunhoâs with the third addition to their friendship, even though all three are nearly brothers now considering the years theyâve been friends. Thereâs never been something that Yunho hasnât been able to come to him about, and theyâre both generally always open with anything between each other. Needless to say, Seonghwa always knows when something is off.
âItâs not like that Hwa, just that itâs nobody worth discussing,â Yunho insists, âWho knows where itâll lead, you know? Iâll let you know if it goes anywhere.â
Seonghwaâs eyes linger on him for a few extra seconds before he simply hums in acceptance. Thereâs a particular look in his eyes as he sips his water bottle briefly, though.
âAlright... Iâll leave you with these words, though,â he begins, and his voice is earnest. The one he usually uses with Yunho when he needs some tough love. âYouâve worked hard to be where youâre at now. Be careful brother, okay?â
Yunho maintains a fairly neutral expression when he nods, careful to neither confirm nor deny Seonghwaâs thoughts, whatever they may be. Seonghwa is perceptive but surely heâd never pin Yunho as the type to have gotten involved with a student. At least, he hopes.
âYou finished for today?â Yunho asks while Seonghwa searches for his keys in his pockets.
âYeah, thank God.â When he finally finds his keys, he adds, âDonât work yourself too hard and stay too late, âkay?â
Yunho assures him that he definitely wonât, and they both exchange goodbyes before he finally departs the room. Heâs pretty sure that he should be the only teacher left on his side of the building in their office right now. He finally brings his phone out of his lap and shoots out the text he was in the process of sending before his friend entered his office.
[Yunho: are you almost done for the day?]
[Y/N: Iâm walking to our lot now actually. Everything okay?]
Fuck. Yunho feels bad for summoning you like this on short notice but he canât take it anymore. His mind has been thinking about one thing all day, and if it doesnât get taken care of now he might go insane.
[Yunho: if youâre not too far can you come to my office..?]
[Yunho: pls]
You cease your walking, redirect yourself towards his side of campus, quickly typing back to let him know youâre on your way. You donât get to see him that often, so youâd never deny the opportunity to make that happen. On your venture back to the building, you end up crossing paths with Seonghwa while heâs on his way to the parking lot to head home. The ambiguous glint in his eyes as you both acknowledge each other in passing doesnât strike you as unusual, but you do take notice.Â
The building is fairly empty when you enter, which isnât surprising for the time of day. You take your time going up the elevator and striding to his office since it didnât seem like this request was an emergency. You also figure itâs fine to enter outright since he specifically requested you to come immediately, but the door is locked upon turning the handle.
âMr. Jeong?â
You use formalities after you knock just to be on the safe side; youâre not entirely sure who could be hanging around this late. Moreover, maybe heâs locked the door because heâs meeting with someone else briefly before you. Before you can even unlock your phone to text him and make sure he still needs you before leaving, you hear the doorâs lock click open. He opens it a second later, enough for you to enter.
âNever seen you lock your door before.â Youâre more preoccupied with shoving your phone in the side pocket of your bag as you enter to notice anything off. âSomething happen?â
âIâm really sorry, I just didnât want anyone else seeing me like this,â he explains quickly.Â
Youâre just about to ask him what he means, but Yunho doesnât give you much of a chance to get too far before he circles his arms around your waist and swoops down to capture your lips. Itâs an immensely needy kiss, one youâve never received from him before. Unintentionally, when the aching boner in his pants brushes against you, he releases a soft groan into your mouthâ Oh! The sound of him locking the door sends a chill down your back.Â
You manage to pull away from him and laugh, brows furrowed in confusion, âExcuse me, have you forgotten where we are?â
âMy colleagues are already gone for the day,â he reasons while walking you backward over to his desk. His face is flushed as he implores, âI need you to do me a favor, okay?â
âOf course,â you nod quickly, gazing up at him with expectant eyes. Why does he look soâŚdesperate?
This moment doesnât feel entirely real. Youâre becoming increasingly wet just thinking about the things you could do now that you two were alone in his office if what he says is true. Youâve both exchanged plenty of fleeting, amicable touches when out in public, ones that not many would think twice about, but youâve never tried something like this when youâre still on campus. Yunho fails to finish his request, too captivated with peppering your neck in wet open-mouthed kisses while he physically coaxes you to sit on his desk. You have on a skirt today, and heâs so thankful not to have to deal with the extra work of pulling off jeans.
âWhat do you want me to do, Yu? Iâll do anything,â you insist and wrap your arms around his neck, beckoning for his attention, âJust tell me.âÂ
When he stares directly into your eyes, trying to gain enough courage to speak, you reiterate once more that he can ask you for anything.
âI want you to let me go down on you,â he finally spits out before sitting back into the chair you usually sit in when visiting.Â
âBut⌠Right now? Here?â
âIf youâre comfortable,â he adds.
It takes a few seconds for the words to fully sink in, and you hesitate briefly before lifting your skirt against your stomach and begin lying back. Yunho scoots his chair forward with an immense amount of anticipation building in his chest; he wasnât sure earlier if this would take more convincing, but heâs grateful it didnât.
âThatâs really all?â Your brows crease while propping yourself up on your elbows to gaze down at him inquisitively.Â
Your confusion makes him chuckle. For someone so good with words any other time, he surely has some trouble expressing himself well when it comes to you most times. Today, though, he decides to let his desires spill freely. He gets ahead of himself and licks a warm strip up your panties, briefly tasting the arousal thatâs creating such a big wet spot in the seat of the garment.
âI donât think you understand ____,â Yunho begins, voice low as he pulls your panties down your legs. The rise and fall of his chest quickens with excitement once youâre bare and spread open by his hands. âFuck, Iâve been dreaming about doing this again for the longest time.â
âEating my pussy?â He nods hastily, pressing searing kisses onto the insides of your thighs. âWhy didnât you just ask?â
He sighs when you run your hand through his hair, coy eyes gazing up at you from between your thighs, âI didnât want to be too forward about it. How do I properly beg you to suffocate me?âÂ
âJust like that,â you laugh, but thatâs cut abruptly by him roughly yanking you by your thighs closer to his face. As much as heâd love to entertain the rest of this conversation, heâs too impatient when youâre laid out in front of him like this, all wet and ready for his mouth. He flattens his tongue against your cunt and licks another long stripe upward, the initial taste making him sigh. The breathy moan you let fly at the brief contact makes his dick twitch in his pants.
âBeen touching myself to the thought of these thighs around my head,â he admits, repeating the action but putting a little extra attention on your clit, âI was so hard today that I couldn't even stand up during my last lecture. You did that.âÂ
You would crack a teasing joke about Wooyoung having to do his job for him, but any words lingering in your head are stolen the moment Yunho buries his face in your cunt, nose prodding at your clit. He licks and laps messily at your heat like some famished gentlemen consuming a meal for the first time in days. The obscenities that spill from your lips amongst cute, helpless whines only make him nod his head. He wants you to learnâgood and wellâthat this is something heâs self-admittedly very talented at and always ready to do if you ever find it within yourself to ask him. If you didnât learn that the first time he briefly ate you out, you sure were going to learn now. Yunhoâs tongue finds itself buried as far as he can manage in your hole, pushing in and out and savoring the way you taste.Â
Your hands fly to your mouth because, even if Yunho is sure that you both are alone, you still donât want the sound of you falling apart on his tongue seeping through the door with the way youâre progressively getting louder. He doesnât mind you suppressing yourself, heâs set on filling the silence himself. The sounds of him slurping and sucking and kissing are so loud when bouncing against the walls of his small office.
âI love the taste of you,â he groans against your heat, sending vibrations against your sensitive cunt. You gasp and go to close your legs, to move away instinctively, but Yunho is too quick. His fingertips dig deep into the meat of your thighs as he makes an effort to keep them open, refusing to let you squirm away. âLet me finish this time,â he says, voice stern and brows furrowed.
God, that commanding voice he rarely uses could make you cum on the spot. Embarrassment flushes your face when you feel a new wave of arousal from those words gush and drip down your skin. Heâs not going to let any of that go to waste though, sparing no time getting back to his ministrations. You donât even realize that after a while youâve begun to grind yourself against his face. He feels like heâs in heaven, his hands pulling and encouraging your hips forward as if silently saying yeah, keep going, just like that.
When he feels your legs become more tense, he decides to thrust two fingers knuckle-deep into your cunt and latch his mouth onto your clit, set on abusing that spot inside of you that will finally give him exactly what he wants. He ignores the ache in his jaw because every yelp and whimper spilling from your lips spurs his endurance until he finally hears his favorite words.
âY-Yu, mâgonna cum,â you sputter before he feels your thighs close in over his head. He doesnât mind this time, this is right where he wants to be when you tip over anyway.Â
Yunho lets out one last groan of his own onto your clit before he feels your legs go rigid, a signal he knows well now. Your back arches off the desk and he indulges in the feeling of you bucking against his face. He swallows everything you have to give him, mouth open and jaw slack as you tremble through your orgasm. It takes you what feels like forever to let go of his head, not like heâs complaining. When your legs go limp, Yunho slumps back in the chair with a huff. Heâd get lock-jaw multiple times a week eating you out if you let him. He supposes this is something he should suggest eventually.
âYouâre so hot, itâs unbelievable,â he heaves, staring at the mess heâs made of your cunt. Thereâs slick and cum and spit and everything in between ruining his desk, but he canât find it in himself to care about the cleanup right now. When youâre finally able to sit up and breathe properly, he grins at you with that messy mouth of his, âThank you, seriously.â
âLet me give you head too,â you offer eagerly, though youâre not even sure your knees are strong enough for that right now. To your surprise, Yunho shakes his head. âPlease, I want to reciprocate!â
âYou donât have to,â he replies instead, finally fully gaining his breath back. The pout prominent on your face could make him melt into a puddle, he feels so bad butâŚ
âBut you deserve to cum tooââ
âI⌠did already, ____,â he divulges and bashfully covers his face before you can see his cheeks flush with heat. You slowly glance down at his crotch and your eyes go wide. Yunho has indeed cum completely untouched, right inside his pants, as evident from the large wet spot soaking through his brown slacks.
A man who loves eating pussy so much he gets off just from your pleasureâŚ
You push his arm away from his face and pull him in by his cheeks for an endearing kiss, one that you hope shows your appreciation and adoration.Â
âIâll take care of you another day,â you promise him against his lips upon breaking. Regardless of the embarrassment coursing through him at the moment, he nods in acceptance. Anxiously walking to his car with his briefcase pressed firmly against his crotch to hide the aftermath of committing various sins in his office after finishing his work for the day is not something he ever expected to do, but somehow it still feels gratifying all the same.
Itâs around this week that Yunho begins to sit down and seriously start examining his feelings. A quiet night in his home where heâs alone leads him to decide to sort out the swarm of thoughts heâs been accumulating in his mind for the last couple of weeks.
Thereâs no doubt in his mind that you both share a connection heâs never experienced with another woman before. When this all first began, although he explicitly let you know that he genuinely likes you, he initially wondered if maybe that was coming from being so attention and touch-deprived for some time. That maybe he was latching onto something because you filled a void, a subconscious selfish attachment to you to satisfy the things he lacked. None of that ended up being true, not even close. You both had spent a considerable amount of time exploring this thing⌠he supposes thatâs where the dilemma comes in. What is this âthingâ? He knows things are complicated considering the circumstances; but, are you both technically dating, just without the official title until that resolves itself? You hadnât necessarily made that clear. What if you found someone closer to your age who made you feel the same way as he did within that time? Someone who you could be normal with and not have to sneak around or hide to enjoy.Â
This is where his selfishness comes in.
He thinks about how he would indeed be jealous and perturbed if he even saw you with another man like that, even if it makes your life easier. He doesnât want to even think about you giving another man the same heart palpitations or sweaty hands he gets when heâs around you. He doesnât want anyone else on that campus to know what it feels like to kiss you. He doesnât want anyone else to know how good and fulfilling it feels to be the object of your desires. Itâs been nearly three months of dates, spending time together, and learning the ins and outs of each other (in all five senses and beyond). How could he not feel infuriated if that were to happen?Â
Thatâs when it clicks for Yunho: heâs fucking in love with you. The moment this loud thought crosses his mind, Yunhoâs chest tightens in fear. The last time he thought he felt this way about a woman, she hurt him in a way that took him some lengthy time to heal from. And, as he always has to remind himself, you are not just some woman. Youâre also his student. This isnât as simple as unmatching someone on Tinder because things didnât work out, or blocking someone after a heartbreak. Though, the more he thinks about that word â student â the more he realizes it doesnât matter anymore. You are much more than that. And soon enough, that word would no longer be in your vocabulary anyway. The only thing he cares about now is that you end up his officially at the end of the day. He was going to do whatever he could to make the rest of your semester smooth and stress-free, so you both could be happy together when itâs over.Â
And, as if you know youâre being thought of, Yunhoâs phone buzzes with a text from you asking if heâs asleep. He debates with himself about whether he should bite the bullet and ask if you can both talk about things in the near future, but he ultimately decides against it. For now, heâll indulge in the way you call his phone before he can even type a response and tell him that you want to fall asleep to his voice.
Some days later, you find yourself knocking on Yunhoâs office door in the early afternoon. Unlike some people, you wait until he answers with a confirmation to enter.Â
âGood afternoon,â he beams after realizing itâs you, wiping his hands clean with a napkin.
âAh, Iâm just in time,â you chirp with clasped hands when you spot his empty tupperware. âI was worried I was going to interrupt your eating.â
âWouldnât have mattered anyways, pretty. Youâve seen me eat many times.â
âYou deserve to eat in peace at least once a day like everyone else,â you reason while sitting down across from him as usual, âI sprung this meeting on you last minute anyway.â
âSpeaking of which, Iâm still quite confused about why you wanted to come here for this,â he replies while spinning his chair from side to side, âI told you my home is always open for you, especially for things like this.â
âThisâ being discussing your final paper. The same thing that put you right into his lap in the first place.
âJust felt a little nostalgic I guess,â you grin, adding in a quieter voice, âAnd maybe a little jealous too.â
His brows furrow, âJealous?â
His confusion is expected, as youâre sure he hasnât paid attention to much of the interruptions youâve experienced while with him the last few weeks on campus. Itâs not simply Wooyoung either, but everyone who gets his attention on campus when you have to stay away for one reason or another. The way other women on campus look at him or speak to him, unaware that heâs already devoting his attention to you. It eats at you a bit sometimes.Â
Yunho may be greedy but youâre much greedier, as if that wasnât evident enough by the things you did to attract him in the first place. Even then, heâs never failed to oblige any of your requests, whether that be with his endearment, his time, or his⌠assets. He deserves everything in the world, and you canât wait to give that to him when the time arrives. For now, youâll behave to the best of your abilities.
âDonât mind me, Iâm just rambling,â you deflect, âSeeing you in your element is just nice, thatâs all.â
Yunhoâs curious about whatâs going on in your mind but he decides not to pursue further answers.Â
âSo, what do I have the pleasure of helping you with today?âÂ
The apples of his cheeks are even more prominent today as he smiles while asking this. You know he loves his job, but youâre sure he doesnât get this much glee during office hours with anyone else.Â
âLast session at your house we talked about my analysis section and I remember you telling me that I was overthinking, but Iâm still second-guessing myself on some of my points. I guess I just need to run some things by you to be one hundred percent sure Iâm in a good direction.â
âYouâre almost as bad as me,â he declares. As the self-proclaimed King of Overthinking, heâs the only person allowed to say such a thing to you. Still, it makes you pout.
âTo be fair, we both know this is not my best subject, so this final might be more important to me than any of my others,â you confess. This is partially true; a small part of you wants to impress your handsome linguist by showing him a final product worth reading.Â
âYou know Iâd take care of things regardless, right? You donât have to stress about that.â
âI appreciate that, but I want to earn this grade genuinely,â you clarify. He lets you know he understands, but you want some extra reassurance when you say, âPromise me youâll grade me genuinely, okay?â
âI get it. I promise pretty lady,â he guarantees you with a soft, affectionate smile. âI know I tell you all the time in the most inappropriate scenarios⌠but I mean it when I say youâre a smart woman. I know youâll do fine.â
If he could see you right now, Yeosang would surely be laughing at you for being such a lover-girl and telling you that youâre an absolute idiot for passing up an automatic A+ on your final, but you never genuinely pursued Yunho for that kind of leverage anyway, regardless of the initial jokes. This was something you genuinely hoped Yunho was aware of when it came to communicating your feelings.Â
As always, he takes all the time you need to help you with a list of things you want a second opinion on, sources you want to make sure are up to par, and everything in between. He thinks itâs cute when you pull out your little checklist named âThings To Ask Yuâ, and diligently check each off as theyâre completed.
A relieved sigh leaves your lips the moment you check off the final thing on the list. You both meet eyes for a brief moment, and the look donning his face is something oozing with pure adoration. You hold his gaze for what feels like forever before glancing at your watch. Youâre making good time, itâs been almost an hour.
âWhen you look at me like that, it makes me want to throw away all my responsibilities and stay here all day,â you mumble.
He lets out an airy chuckle, âAm I keeping you from anything in particular?â
âI do have a class in about half an hour.â
He stretches his arms over his head with a grunt, âSounds like we should end things for the day and meet here again in a couple of days then, Miss Nostalgia.â
âWellâŚâ You trail off as you stand to your feet and make your way to the office door.Â
Yunho watches your fingers lock his door before you stroll back over to his side of the desk. Something stirs in his gut as he looks up into your eyes when you finally reach him, calculating the way you gaze back at him playfully. The small mischievous smirk playing on your lips⌠God, he just knows heâs in trouble. He turns his attention toward his laptop when you sit yourself on top of his desk right beside him.
âWell?â
âRemember how I said I would take care of you at another time?â The feeling of the edge of his desk sinking into your thighs elicits a soft sigh while you recount that day, as if him eating you out like a Christmas dinner wasnât already ingrained into your mind. âThis seems like a moment where that would be fitting.â
âDo you remember where we are?â He mimics your statement the last time you were both intimate in his office, in the same cadence and everything. His fingers delicately click at his mouse as he tries to think of anything else other than your thighs peeking out of that pleated skirt youâre wearing, directly next to his hand.
âIf I remember correctly, that didnât matter last timeâŚâ
âThe circumstances were very different,â he immediately counters.Â
Itâs true, to an extent; the timing was more on par for solitude. Regardless, he knows he sounds like the biggest hypocrite at the moment, even more evident by the roll of your eyes he catches out of the corner of his. He leans back in his chair and runs his hands through his hair. Sometimes he wishes he was more adventurous, less concerned about the consequences, and more accepting of the thrill of things. When heâs thinking of these things, itâs not even for his sake, but yours. He canât handle the thought of you losing your degree due to his selfishness. And yet, he canât help the arousal building from those thoughts about your mischievous side. Youâre able to pull that side out of him so easily.
âAnd yet, youâre hard,â you say quietly when your eyes fall to his ever-so-inviting lap, a blithe little chuckle following. Subconsciously, he covers himself over his slacks. âAre you scared of getting caught even with the door locked?â
â____, it's 2 PM and we're in my office with many people passing by every minute. Not to mention my other students who could request me at literally any time,â he explains with a flustered smile, âThis is immensely risky, you know that very well.â
âButââ
âYou also know very well Iâm extremely bad at being that quiet with you,â he interrupts your attempt to plead your case. Only then does he roll his head to the side and give you this look with low hooded eyes that finally make you glance away. His sentiments make goosebumps lace your skin becauseâ fuck âyes you know he didnât like being quiet. That was honestly an understatement. The heaving, moaning, and endless praise were only the start of what you could pull from the man during your escapades.Â
You ponder for a brief moment, contemplating just letting it go, but end up pursing your lips and resorting to those famous eyes you give Yeosang when you want something unattainable.
âPlease Yu, just let me give you a good blowjob. It'll be quick and quiet, I promise.â
He just canât say no when you look at him like that, so he sighs, âI guessâŚâ
âI also have an idea.â
Yunho is not sure what he initially expected when those words came out of your mouth, but surely it didnât include the way your hands slip under your skirt and tug your panties down your legs. Heâs sure his entire face is a deep shade of scarlet when you hold them out for him. It doesnât help that they're visibly wet.Â
âMaybe this can help you stay quiet, you know?â You suggest this while motioning to your face. He understands, of course, but he feels like this will just make things worse. So much worse. Itâs confirmed when he feels his pants tighten from merely holding them in his hands. Still, he agrees and nervously pushes his chair back. After sinking under the desk, Yunho pulls his chair forward with enough room for you to sit on your knees comfortably. At least there was no way you would be seen if something strange were to arise.
Undoing his belt is one of your favorite parts, the anticipation visible in his ansty hands when he doesnât know where to put them while you work it off. Your fingers tug lightly at his pants zipper before you dip your fingers past the hem of his waistband and pull them down quietly. He makes sure to lift his hips a little for you to slip them past just enough. You take one glance at his slightly flustered face before you pull his length from out the hole of his boxer briefs. Itâs so hard that it hurts, leaking a copious amount of precum and making quite a mess.
âThere are people outside the door,â he voices his nerves again at the last minute, peering at the shadows of feet passing the door, and then back down at you.Â
âDidnât know you had such an exhibitionist kink then,â you poke fun at him in a whisper, noticing how much heâs twitching once the words leave his lips. A teasing laugh slips from your lips and he groans in frustration, his empty hand moving to cock to stroke himself lazily.
âI do not have an exhibitionist kink,â Yunho snaps back with a huff. His cheeks are so flushed with chagrin, and it amuses you because if he really was that scared, heâd simply tell you no. Heâd turn you away with that stern voice he rarely uses and suggest a different place and time. But Yunho wants this as much as you want it, despite what his mouth may say in the meantime.
âReady?â You remove his hand and let a long string of saliva fall from your tongue onto his tip, just enough for lubrication. Then, you place your hands around his shaft and start stroking him yourself, mixing the spit with his dribble of precum. âYou seem pretty turned on by the idea of being caught, Yu.â
The endless string of soft gasps and strangled noises of air coming from him as you work your hands on him just the way he likes is enough to drive your pride up the wall. There was always something different about how you touched him that heâd never be able to fulfill himself. Heâs indubitably addicted to you.
"Shit, ___ââ
âShhhh. Unless youâd prefer to get caught?â You quirk a brow curiously as you increase pressure on him so he canât supply an answer. Instead, he kicks his head back and lets out a soft, satisfied moan that sounds similar to your name. You follow that with a tsk! and shake your head disapprovingly. âMy mouth hasnât even touched you and youâre already a mess.â
He lowers his eyes to meet yours with a pointed glare and a chill runs down your spine, âTaking your sweet time is not helping.â
You go to taunt him again but can't even finish the first word before his free hand rakes through your hair and pushes your open mouth down on his cock instead. Yunho twitches and throbs under you with a low, constricted grunt while you clutch his thighs with your nails. Heâs in love with the way you look up at him so innocently, your plush lips wrapped around his length and tears prodding the corners of your eyes at the sudden intrusion. It amazes him how youâre still able to smile, eyes half-lidded as if he had just blessed your mouth.
âIâm sorry, I got ahead of myself⌠Can I?â He sighs out, implying letting him use your mouth as he sees fit.Â
The hum you release around his length and the way you relax your jaw confirm his request. Yunho holds you gently on either side of your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks tenderly before guiding you up and down his cock at a leisurely speed. Occasionally, he accidentally prods at the back of your throat and elicits a choked moan. He whispers his apologies each time even though he has nothing to be sorry about, but itâs just a habit. He winds his hand in your hair and pulls his cock out a bit to focus your mouth on his tip, bucking his hips in short, hasty thrusts and reveling in the way it draws sloppy noises from your mouth while you seal your lips around his tip to keep from making things too messy. The panties pressed to his face with his other hand arenât doing much to repress those grunts that come from deep within his chest.
âFeels so good,â he pants softly from under the fabric, lips fixing to whimper, âAm I going too fast?â
You moan around his length once more, shaking your head and blinking away any remaining dampness from your lashes.
âIf itâs ever too much, tell me to stop and I'll stop,â he insists affectionately, but those dark brown eyes are fixated on yours with blown-out irises and deep carnal cravings.Â
He canât expect you to ever want him to stop when he looks like that, right? Of course not. You take everything he gives you like the good girl he already knows you are, the sounds of your squelchy throat filling the silence and bouncing off the walls of his office. As much as you try to keep things clean, you canât help the flood of saliva dripping onto his underwear the faster he fucks into your mouth. You can tell his orgasm is growing closer and closer by the way his thighs start trembling.Â
And even though Yunho thinks he hears a sound closer to his office door than his comfort would allow, he continues his pace. Your eyes are closed, focused solely on breathing, so you arenât aware of the way his attention is elsewhere. His eyes stayed trained on the silhouette of feet at the bottom of the doorâs threshold, and thereâs a fleeting thought of whether he should stop. That thought is overwritten with pure lust, spurred on by the way you reach up and begin to massage his balls the best you can from your position. Yunho bites down on your panties, muffling the whine bubbling from his chest. A moment later, your panties fall from his mouth and his hips lose all rhythm.
âFuck ____â cumming,â he groans a little too loudly, but his head is somewhere deep in outer space, brain screaming at him for release, âWhere?â
You open your mouth just the slightest bit wider to emphasize that you want him to cum down your throat. Yunho halts his hips altogether and you feel his cock throb in your mouth as he finally releases everything he has to offer. Heâs no longer concerned with who may or may not be lurking at the door; the only thing he can focus on is the way you lock eyes with him while swallowing his essence and sucking him clean after the fact. Nothing else matters at this moment but you.
Fridayâs class ends earlier than normal when Yunho gets through his lecture for the period faster than expected.Â
âI need you to help me dye my hair soon if you have some time,â Yeosang says the moment people begin to stand and leave. You glance over to find him grimacing while looking into the camera of his phone, âI think I need to go back to pink or something, the brown is just not doing it for me.â
âI knew it wouldnât last long,â you snort while filling up your backpack, âYouâre just not used to having natural colors anymore.â
âI canât even argue with that, my love.â
You ruffle a hand through his tresses before he finally stands to his feet, and you follow suit. Then, you toss a couple of things around in your mind about your schedule as you both walk down the lecture hall stairs before suggesting, âActually, you could come over tonight if you already have the supplies.â
âFuck, youâre the best. Iâll bring dinner too?â
Before you can even answer, a voice calls your name and steals your attention. Surprisingly, itâs Wooyoung of all people approaching you both. You canât even hide the disinterest you feel in acknowledging him, itâs written all over your face.Â
âDo you mind if I speak with you privately for a moment?â he inquires, motioning towards his chair.
Yeosang meets your eyes inquisitively before stepping away and telling you heâll meet up with you later. The class has emptied when you both venture over to Wooyoungâs seat, and he begins searching through his bag for something in particular.
âIs there an issue with something I submitted?â
âNot necessarily,â he replies. âI suppose I just want some insight.â
He pulls out the notebook he uses for tracking grades in this class and places it on the table. People always find it a bit weird that he prefers to do things by hand first before electronically and, sure it might be more work than necessary, but he prefers to have both methods.
âIâm a pretty meticulous person, ____. I noticed that thereâs a discrepancy in the grades for last weekâs short essay assignment,â Wooyoung begins in a honeyed voice, âThough, the only discrepancy was on yours.â
âIâm not sure why youâre coming to me about this when Mr. Jeong handles things like this,â you respond indifferently. âI would ask him about the mistake.â
Wooyoung smiles and leans forward on his elbows, âThatâs the funny thing, I did. He told me that he had made the change himself and not to worry about it. No other explanations.â
âWell again, heâs the teacher, so it sounds pretty open and shut then.â
âItâs never that simple, ____. I looked back and noticed this has happened a few times throughout the last month, actually.â
âIf youâre just going to keep badgering me about grade changes I have nothing to do with then Iâm gonna end this conversation here.â To be honest with yourself, thereâs a part of you deep down thatâs cursing profusely at Yunho for messing with your grades, and so openly at that. This is something you had explicitly made clear you didnât need or want, but he had done it anyway. This is something you would have to chastise him about later in a very serious conversation. Thatâs the only concern on your mind as you start taking steps toward the doors and wave with a flick of your wrist, âAnyways, Iâve gotta go. I have other obligations for the day.â
âYou mean like sucking off your teacher again?â
You cease all movement and turn back towards him, âExcuse me?â
âSorry, that came out a little blunt, didnât it?â He holds his hands up in remission. âItâs just not hard to put two and two together when your ear is pressed to a door and all you hear is choking, you know?â
âI have no clue what the fuck youâre talking about, but Iâm offended you think Iâd need that to pass a class anyway,â you reply indignantly. Still, thereâs this slight feeling of panic pooling in your stomach.
Wooyoung gives you a knowing look, âYouâre going to play stupid, really?â
âLook, I really donât have the time for thisââ
âI suppose we could ask the Dean what she thinks about things then? He said your name quite a few times, luckily,â Wooyoung interrupts you and suggests instead. His eyes flicker down to his phone and a pure look of fear at the thought that he possibly has a recording of you and Yunhoâs depravity slates your face. âOh, that got your attention.â
His laugh that follows that statement hits you right in your gut.
âMy God, youâre an absolute asshole,â you seethe, but stop yourself before you can say anything worse. Youâre well aware that being mean wonât get you on his good side. Instead, you calm yourself and rub your temples before asking, âWhat do you want to keep quiet, money? I donât have much to offer but I can figure something out.â
âListen, ____,â he says as he leans back in his chair and clasps his hands together, âI have a simple proposition that could make all of this just disappear.â
âSpit it out already then.â
âI want you to pretend weâre together for a little bit, publicly. Just enough time to make my ex want me back. Then, we can call it quits and go about our lives as if none of this happened.â
You canât help the scoff that comes out of you, âYou want me to fake date you to make your ex jealous, or else youâre going to essentially ruin my life. Is that what Iâm hearing?â
âWhen you say it like that, it makes it sound evil,â Wooyoung points out with a hefty sigh. He slumps in his seat, âIâm not an evil guy, I would just like some help. Thatâs all. And youâre just not really in a position to say no, unlike others Iâve asked.â
âThereâs a reason why those people said no, obviously,â you retort bitterly. He lets your sharp words roll off his back and simply smiles; thereâs nothing you could say that would help your position and he knows this. Itâs mid-November and graduation is in approximately a month. Surely it shouldnât take that long for this plan of Wooyoungâs to finish, he knows this. The thought of it going on longer than necessary makes you feel physically ill though. Not to mention what Yunho would think about you having to interact with Wooyoung intimately.
âI want to make something clear as well,â he begins as if heâs forgotten this himself, âYou cannot tell any of this to Mr. Jeong either. I donât want my money for my assistant position to be compromised, obviously.â
Your brain begins to short-circuit at the thought of having to date Wooyoung openly without Yunho being aware itâs fake. The logistics in itself would cause you immense stress that you surely donât need while closing out the end of your semester. You should very well be focusing on graduating and nothing more. Nonetheless, the last thing you want is for Yunho to lose his job because you couldnât keep your mouth to yourself when he was already concerned about being caught that day. You donât even care about the consequences for yourself, youâd feel immense guilt forever for ruining Yunhoâs career and reputation. But, if Yunho heard that you were dating his TA, heâd surely break things off with you anyway. That thought scared you even more.
âSo, would you like to exchange numbers?â
Halting your panic-stricken daze is Wooyoungâs hand surrendering his phone to you, a blank contact screen ever-so-inviting. You feel defeated, and you know this is going to end up turning out poorly, but you just canât risk Yunho losing his job over you. When your anxious fingers snatch his phone and begin typing your information, Wooyoung sighs in contentment.
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Russo: derby, concussion, care
Derby Day (Alessia Russo x Reader)
[WOSO Masterlist]
âBut itâs the North London Derby!â
Alessia huffs and sinks lower on the couch.
âA little blood never hurt anybody.â
Beth doesnât make eye contact.
âYou donât get it. Youâre not a footballer.â
Leah opens her mouth but quickly shuts it when she sees the look on your face.
The three of them are in various shapes, one with an egg on her forehead, another with two icepacks strapped to both ribs, the last with a makeshift ankle brace constructed out of the finest frozen peas from your freezer.
âHonestly, if someone came in here right now theyâd think I abused you all!â
Alessia turns her pleading eyes towards Viv but gets no help from the Dutch woman. âShe did warn you guys.â
Youâre pacing back and forth in front of the three of them. Youâve all been in this position since Viv tried to drop Alessia off at home nearly an hour ago. You took one look at the broken carpool and all but ordered the four gunners into your house.
A last minute work mishap made you miss out on the derby day, but that didnât stop you from dropping Alessia off at the Emirates before the game. Beth and Leah met the two of you with grins, all but waving off your words of caution before sweeping your girlfriend away.
âI highly recall telling you to take care of yourself, Alessia, did I not? And what was it that you said back to me?â
Your girlfriend mumbles sweet nothings into her sweatshirt, nearly disappearing into the massive thing. Youâre sure if she had it her way sheâd melt right into the couch.
âLouder! I canât hear you.â
Your attentionâs quickly taken away when you hear Leahâs not-so discrete snickering. She pales when she makes eye contact.Â
âUnless the next words out of your mouth is apologizing for not keeping my girlfriend safe like you promised, you shut that mouth, Leah Cathrine.â
Beth snorts before realizing her mistake.Â
Your nose flares angrily. âAnd what do you have to say for yourself? Getting sent off for something as stupid as blocking the keeperâs kick? Honestly, Viv must have the patience of a saint, putting up with you.â
The brunetteâs sitting on the other side of the room, watching everything with thinly concealed amusement. A small tweak had her watching the game from the stands. Of course thereâs nothing more fun that playing in a North London Derby, but with the high fouls and flying boots that unfolded at the stadium today, Viv would be lying if she said she wasnât glad to be a spectator. Especially if being sidelined saved her a lecture from you.
Thereâs another hot reprimand on the tip of your tongue when you feel a gentle tug on your sleeve.
âBabe?â
Alessiaâs got the widest eyes, frown set upon her lips as she tries to appeal to your soft side. Youâre still mad, but you try to lower your temper at the clear discomfort written across her face.
âMy head really hurts. Can I go to bed?â
When Alessia got hurt it took everything in your power not to drive straight to the stadium. Viv had texted you a quick update when Alessia was being checked out, reassuring you that it looked worse than it actually was.
You couldnât stop yourself from replaying the video over and over, heart breaking every time you watched her head bounce off the ground. But you chose to believe your friend, waiting with nerves while you awaited your girlfriendâs return.
Though all that worry flew right out the door when you caught sight of the other two injured girls.Â
âWell I think thatâs our cue!â Beth takes her chance to leap forward, hands pulling at her vice captain to follow her. âGoodnight, Russo, Mrs. Russo--âÂ
Beth chokes on her words when you grab ahold of her collar, stopping her before she can take another step towards the door.
âNow where do the two of you think youâre going?â
The two blondes exchange nervous looks.Â
Leah clears her throat. âHome?â
She swallows hard at the hollow laugh you let out.
âNice try. Captain Nothingâs-Wrong and her sidekick,â you ignore the dirty look Beth gives you at her assignment, âcongratulations, thanks to your clear inability to follow the simplest of instructions, the two of you have won yourselves the Alessia Russo night watch shift.â
And with that, you take a seat next to Viv, turning on the TV to something random while you ignore the three cries of protest.
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okay okay blurb concept: what do you think ab Oscar on a blind date? maybe Lando set him up with someone?
you ask and you shall receiveđŤĄi hope i did it justice!!đŤśđ˝
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This was a stupid idea.Â
In fact, it was an incredibly stupid idea for a multitude of reasons, but three in particular played in Oscarâs head on a loop as he drummed his fingers against the table, mocked by the empty seat across from him.Â
The first reason was the fact Lando fucking Norris was the mastermind behind the whole thing. In all honesty, he didnât remember the last time the Brit had a genuinely good idea outside of racing and car improvements. He wasnât even sure how Lando made him agree, though he wondered if he had hit his head off something and forgot about the whole thing.
The second reason was that it had been a dreadfully long time since Oscar had been on a date. It was embarrassing enough that he couldnât even remember his last date, let alone remember whether it hadnât ended badly or not. But it definitely didnât help that this was the first one in possibly years, and he hadnât even played a part in planning the damn thing if the fancy restaurant Lando chose said much.
The third reason was that despite Oscar almost begging his teammate, the boy had refused to tell him who he was actually attending a date with. Itâs all a part of the fun, mate, Lando had said to him with a big smile. Never heard of a blind date? Itâs romantic and shit.
But nothing about the whole set up felt romantic in the slightest.
Lando had tried to reassure the boy on his drive to the restaurant. He had wanted to arrive early, to settle himself and feel like he had some control on the situation even if he really didnât. Lando had been insistent that the girl he set him up with was just his type, but it was a little hard to believe that when Lando had also been the reason Oscar had a stripper show up on his door to celebrate the end of the last season.
A gift Lando was also insistent that he would have enjoyed.Â
So now, Oscar was sat by himself in a fancy restaurant, almost twenty minutes early and looking absolutely pathetic as he sipped his glass of water and resisted the urge to scoff down the complementary breadsticks lying in the basket in front of him. He had given the waiter so many strained smiles, he was worried they were going to kick him out soon if he didnât order something that actually cost money.
His eyes shifted down to glance at his phone, his fingers itching to reach out and dial Landoâs number again. The sickening feeling in his stomach was only growing, the anxiety bubbling inside him the longer he waited and he was honestly tempted to scrap the whole thing and lock himself in his apartment for a few days before he could face the real world again.Â
And yet, before he could even unlock his phone, someone paused by his table and a voice called out his name.Â
âOscar?âÂ
His head snapped up, any semblance of a reply quickly leaving his mind as he openly gaped at you. You were gorgeous, beyond anything he could even imagine. Not that he cared much for looks or thought Lando would set him up with someone horrendously ugly butâŚfuck, he wasnât expecting someone as pretty as you.Â
And suddenly he was nervous for a million other reasons.Â
âSorry, are you not Oscar?â You continued after a few moments of silence, a look of embarrassment crossing over your face as you moved to take a step away from the table. âIâm so sorry, I could have swore you looked like the photo my friend sent meââÂ
âNo!â He blurted out as he quickly stood up, his chair screeching against the floor as he did. âNo, I mean, yes.â Your confusion only grew. âI meanâŚIâm Oscar.âÂ
âOh,â you said and something in your face brightened as you extended your hand to the boy, offering your name in response. âItâs lovely to meet you, Oscar.â
âYeah, you too,â he supplied lamely, frowning a little at himself before he cleared his throat. âUh, can I get you something? I mean, not me. I meant like I could call the waiter for you and you could order. But I should probably let you look at the menu first soââ And fuck, he didnât think he had ever spoken this much in one go ever.Â
But your giggle cut him off as you smiled at him. You glanced around, noting the high-end restaurant that you knew Lando probably got a kick out of picking before your gaze landed on the Aussie once again.Â
âCan I be honest?â
Oscar nodded his head vigorously.
âThis doesnât look like your kind of scene,â you said to him, and Oscar could feel his cheeks burning.
He shrugged. âI really donât mindââ
âItâs not mine either,â you added, something almost mischievous shining in your eyes. âBut there is a really cool arcade about fifteen minutes away that do really good burgers if youâre interested.â
And it wasnât Oscarâs fault that he couldnât bite back the massive grin on his face. âThat sounds perfect.âÂ
And maybeâjust fucking maybeâone of Landoâs plans had worked out far better than anyone ever assumed.
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johnnie guilbert x reader
johnnie writing zombie about you
idea by @beansnsoup !
⡠you and johnnie have known each other for almost two years now, you two hang out at least once a week, normally to do a video since everytime you two collab the video gets at least 100k more views.. but also because you guys get along so well. everytime your together you both laugh so hard there are tears and unlike jake you keep your space clean so videos don't need a whole cleaning crew to sort out the mess afterwards. either way you two have become pretty close, and when johnnie told you he was working on a new song you were so excited. you love all his music and you always try to watch every cover post he does on tiktok.
you showed up to jake and johnnies place to sleep over since you live an hour away and you are free both today and tomorrow so you might as well stay longer. you normally sleep in johnnies bed and johnnie sleeps on the couch since they don't have a spare room, you are fine sleeping on couch but johnnie insists everytime that you get his room.
the moment you came in the house something felt a little off, like as if there was an unusual energy in the air or that there's a secret between them that your not let into. you don't let it get to you since you were about to go on jake's live.
"jake no offence but why do you always make me eat the most unhealthy shit ever", you say as the live was ending. " okay y/n that's just mean, this is my diet your talking about ", " next time I'm on your live and you like faint from too much sugar ill refuse to drive you to the hospital, I'll just leave you there and take your room so johnnie doesn't have to sleep on the couch when I stay over" jake rolls his eyes. "so basically what your saying is that you want me dead so you could be roommates with johnnie instead.. I see how it is..." you shove him slightly and he screams dramatically and grabs his arm in fake pain. you laugh and the both of you say goodbye to chat.
"that was great, I think that was our best yet!" jake says cleaning up the mess he made. "I think so too! I wish johnnie could have joined though". you noticed how jake immediately got a massive smile on his face, " hey what's that smile for" you say giggling. "oh nothing" jake says winking before starting to drive you both back to the house.
a few minutes after coming back johnnie comes up to you, wanting to show you something. he leads you to his room and sits down on his bed. he starts petting the spot next to him, letting you know you can sit. as you sat he leaned behind and pulled out his guitar. "oh yay are you going to show me your new song!" you say doing a small clap. "yup! it's the one I've been talking about the past few weeks!" he says, you notice his voice is a little shakey but you figure it's normal when singing to a person alone. he cleared his throat and began singing.
Blood red sheets are my favorite
I could be your greatest weakness
'Cause she's got me so damn nervous
I'm a zombie, baby, what's my purpose?
you were enjoying the song so much you were barely taking note of the lyrics, at the end you gave him a massive hug. "johnnie that was great! I think this is my new favorite song of yours, you better be putting it on Spotify".
he blushed slightly, "I'm glad you like it! but I wana ask like.. what do you think of it". you tilt your head to the side a bit confused, "wait what do you mean?". " it's, uh, never mind don't worry" johnnie says putting his guitar away giving you a weak smile.
the energy was really weird now, the feeling you had before was 10x worse and you had no idea why.
a few hours later you said goodnight to the boys and got into bed, you had sat on your phone for a bit when the events of the day really started to sink in and you hated that there was unresolved issues, so you texted johnnie asking if he's awake. as you sent the text you saw a light flash on the bed. you check and it's johnnies phone
y/n đ§ââď¸ âĽď¸:
heyy, i don't want to wake you just incase your asleep but if you aren't can we talk?
you laughed at the fact he put a zombie by your contact name, but as you were about to get out of bed to give him his phone it struck you. johnnies song is literally called zombie, maybe that has something to do with the emoji by your contact name. you immediately tried to recall the lyrics of his song,
I want your heart
I want your brain and that body
'Cause you got me going too insane
You can't control mĐľ
I want your heart
I want your brain and that body
'Cause you got me acting likĐľ a fucking zombie
y/n you absolute dumbass, johnnie wasn't just playing a song for you! he was singing his feelings. it all makes sense now, you know for a fact that johnnie gets really anxious when talking about his feelings and if he ever did want to ask you out he probably would be to shy to say it outright, jake probably knew and that's why the energy was so awkward today!
you immediately jump out of bed and go to the living room, you see johnnie typing something on his laptop but when he notices you he smiles closing his it, "you okay? it's pretty late" he asks as you sit down next to him. "johnnie can I ask you something?" you say biting your lip. "sure what's up".
"who was the person you wrote zombie about?" you said, ripping off the bandaid. at first he opened his mouth but then shut it again looking away, even in the dark you are noticing how he is getting flushed. "johnnie?", he didn't answer and instead put his arms under yours and held you for a soft hug, " it's you y/n, I wrote it about you" the hug lingered for awhile just like the silence in the air.
"johnnie I feel the same" you say after the hug finishes. "wait, really?", you take his hands in your own, "yes, really". he says nothing but then leans in for a soft kiss that you reciprocate, his hands gently fall onto your waist, as your kiss started turning more intense johnnie pulls away taking you off guard, "wait, before we carry on its my turn to ask a question" you make a confused face. "can I call you my girlfriend?" you let out a little laugh, "yes, yes yes yes!!" you say as you leaned in again, and this time you can feel his smile through each and every kiss.
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Summary: You and Harry attend a wedding together and he ends up getting very drunk.
Pairing: Boyfriend!Harry x Reader
Word count: 1,727
A/N: this was inspired by the photos we got today of Harry looking đđź at his cousins wedding. Hope you enjoy!
âDo these shoes make my legs look too long? Like scarily long?â You said walking into the bathroom where Harry was standing in front of the mirror after just having had a shower while he was in nothing but a towel and fixing his hair.
His eyes darted from his head to your legs in the corner of the mirror and he smirked âabsolutely not. I love your legsâ he said coming over and kissing you as you ran your hand through his wet hair.
âIâm just not sure on the dress, what do you think?â You said flattening the front of the sage green silk dress out with your hands.
âYouâd look better without it but for today, itâs perfect. You look stunning babeâ he says smiling at you. You thanked him and went back through to your bedroom to do the finishing touches to your makeup while Harry got ready.
It was his cousin, Ben Selleyâs wedding today and he had managed to get the day off so he could attend. You were looking forward to meeting more of Harryâs extended family; you had only met Anne & her partner and Gemma and her partner Michal since you and Harry had only been dating for 9 months, so you were excited to meet everyone.
10 minutes later, Harry walked into the bedroom and your jaw dropped.
âStop. Wait. This isnât right. Youâre going to a wedding and youâre NOT wearing cream? Are you feeling okay babe?â You said jokingly putting your hand against his forehead to check his temperature. Harry always had a thing about wearing cream to a wedding, not white as he would make clear, but cream. It was odd to see him not in this colour for once.
He chuckled at your response to his outfit âthought Iâd go for something more casual todayâ he said, showing off his fitted black suit and casual white tank top with his orange tinted glasses with thick black frame to complete the look.
âI certainly approve of it Mr Stylesâ you said admiring his outfit.
It was a short drive to the church where you saw lots of guests enter the building slowly. Harryâs mum said to meet outside and you could all sit together, and you immediately felt at ease when you seen her walking towards you.
âDonât the pair of you scrub up well!â She said bringing you in for a kiss on the cheek to greet you.
You chuckled âthanks Anne, you look lovelyâ you told her, although Anne always looked flawless whether she was wearing a hoodie or a dress, you think thatâs where Harry gets it from.
You said hello to Gemma and Michal and entered the church.
You were slightly nervous now at meeting everyone, although excited at the same time to see his cousin getting married.
The 6 of you took a seat in an aisle and immediately Harry got chatting to the people sitting in front.
âThis is my girlfriend y/n, y/n these are my other cousins, Ryan and Hayleyâ he said introducing you to them.
âHi lovely to meet youâ you said and smiled at them. âNice to meet you, weâve heard lots about you. H doesnât stop banging on about you when heâs homeâ Ryan teased.
âI mean wouldnât you, look at her. Sheâs a stunnerâ Harry said and you blushed. Gemma leaned into you and whispered âyou can tell whoâs the more sociable one out of me and Harry canât youâ you laughed at her. Harry could have a conversation with a brick wall if he had to.
You chatted with Gemma and Anne a little until it was time for the ceremony. The bride looked absolutely beautiful, her flower girls were adorable and her bridesmaids looked amazing. You couldnât wait until this was you one day.
âI now pronounce you, husband and wifeâ the celebrant said to officiate their marriage. You all clapped and Harry leaned in towards you âthatâll be us one day babeâ you smiled at the thought and continued to clap for the happy couple.
Walking out of the church and waiting for the bride and groom to get their photos taken, you and Harry mingled with the other guests.
He introduced you to a few more of his family members, all of which made you feel very welcome. Harry was asked if he wouldnât mind being in some photos for a couple of people who werenât in the family, friends of the bride and groom more so who didnât know him, and because he was in his happy place, surrounded by family, he was more than happy to oblige.
âLet me get one of you two!â Anne said as she took your phone out of your hand.
âHarry stand with y/n will youâ she shouted to him as he was distracted by talking to someone else. He looked over and joined you at your side, wrapping his arm around your back and his hand falling onto your waist.
âSmile!â Anne said before taking the photo. She captured a few and admired them âyou two are just the loveliest coupleâ she said handing you the phone back. You looked at it and smiled, Harry had a slight smile on his face in the picture but he looked genuinely happy.
âThatâs my new lock screen I thinkâ you told him as you walked together towards the reception area.
Luckily at the reception, you were sat at a table with Anne, Darren, Gemma and Michal again, with another 2 of the brideâs extended family. After the meal, Harry insisted on getting shots for the table. Whenever he was at a wedding, it was a tradition he started to always get a shot of tequila after the meal. It served no purpose other than getting him more drunk, more easily. Heâd only had 3 pints at this stage but you could tell he was becoming tipsy as he was becoming more and more affectionate, sliding his hand up your thigh with you pushing it away as youâre sure another wedding guest saw him do it.
The bride and groom had their first dance before inviting everyone else up to the dance floor. You and Harry remained sitting at a table, now with some of his aunts and uncles talking about life, when suddenly you both heard the all too familiar main riff of âMan, I feel like a womanâ playing to which you and Harry looked at each other.
âWe canât notâ he said as he stood up, grabbing your hand to pull you up. âYou gotta dance to Shaniaâ he said and at this point in the night, youâd had a few wines and a few shots so you were feeling more than ready for a dance with your boyfriend now.
You chuckled as he led you up to the dance floor, him dad dancing as he made his way up.
âThe best thing about being a woman, is the prerogative to have a little funâ you and Harry screamed out over the top of the music as you danced away together, him showing off some rather questionable moves but all in all, you were both having an amazing time.
You danced the whole night after that, with Harry buying everyone another tequila shot, and another and another.
It was 1am when you decided to call it a night, not only because you were done in, but because Harryâs bank account was being rinsed with the ÂŁ1,200 heâd spent on shots alone that night for the whole wedding.
Luckily, you had booked a room in the hotel where the bride and groom had the reception party so it just meant having to help a very drunk Harry up the 3 flights of stairs. You knew he should have stopped after his 10th pint and 3rd tequila shot but 3 more pints and 4 shots later, Harryâs legs were failing to carry him up the stairs.
You were drunk yourself, giggling quietly as you helped to drag him up the stairs.
âY/nâ Harry would slur as he slowly made his way up the stairs. âShhhâ you would say as you passed the rooms of other guests who were probably sound asleep and didnât want to be woken up by some 29 year old drunk man.
âY/n, wwhen can we have a wedding?â He slurred. âLetâs get you in and we can talk about itâ you said still trying to get him to the correct room.
âY/nâ he dragged out your name as he giggled âwhat?â You laughed back, you were almost in as much of a drunken state as he was.
âI love you baby. I love you so muchâ
âI love you too. But Iâd love you even more if you were in the room so move your assâ you said slapping his bum which seemed to sober him up for a brief second and gain some speed as he made his way up the stairs.
After what seemed like forever, you two made it into the hotel room and collapsed on the bed. Harry had taken his suit jacket off at this point and was now lying in just his trousers and tank top with his hands above his head. God did he look good drunk.
You felt the side of your dress being pulled âTake this offâ you heard Harry say to you.
âYou take it offâ you said to him. âY/n, if I could I would. Please just take it off and-â he trailed off mid sentence and you looked over to see him falling asleep on the bed.
You laughed at his drunken state and decided to call it a night. Taking your own dress off, you removed your makeup and went back through to see Harry in the same position you had left him.
You pulled out a bottle of water and sat it on his side of the bed because you were sure he would need it when he woke up in the morning. You took off his trousers and left him in his boxers and put the cover over him so he wasnât too cold. You got in beside him and laid your leg over his thigh and rested your hand on his chest, feeling comforted as you felt his chest slowly rise and fall.
As you lay there, you reflected on the day and how comfortable his whole family made you feel. You couldnât wait to become a real part of the Styles family.
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the checkup
summary: your regular doctor wasnât in the day of your checkup, so you proceeded your appointment with his fill inâŚ
cw: hospital sex
word count: 2.5k
you werenât really the type that would go to get a check up every month, but you decided last week that it needed to change. you called the hospital and made an appointment for the man thatâs been your doctor since you were in high school, dr. zeke, and made sure it was on a day you were absolutely free so you werenât late.
when the day came you threw on some calm clothes before driving over to the nearby hospital for your checkup. as you parked your car, you put in one of your airpods and called your friend sasha on facetime since you knew it was a hit or miss when it came to waiting room time. âsup hoeâ she mumbled, her phone set up at her vanity while she did her makeup. âsup biatch iâm finna check in real quickâ you said before approaching the front desk. âhi what can i do for ya!â the overly happy lady at the desk asked. âmâhere for my appointment. y/n l/n?â the woman gave you a small nod while searching you up on her computer to check you in. âyouâre here for dr. zeke correct?â you nodded your head. âheâs not in today, but we can put you in for another doctor if thatâs okay with youâ
why would they not call you to let you know that? you would've been said no and not wasted gas to get here. you didnât let the annoyance reach your face as you gave the lady a half smile before speaking. âand how long will be take?â the lady looked at her screen again? probably looking at how many other patients were under the replacement. âhmmm not long at all. thereâs only one person ahead of youâ you nodded your head before telling the lady youâll take it. as you waited in your chair, you and sasha talked about random things to pass the time.
âyea he was real fine too. short hair, tattoos all over his body, strong arms, and the sexiest grills i ever seen on a man. and his accent? y/nnn i wanted to eat him furreal.â you giggled as you listened to your friend drool over this mysterious bartender she met a couple nights ago. âdid you get his number or anything?â you asked. sasha gave you a âduhhâ look before holding up a napkin with digits on it. âyou know i had tâget that numberrrrr. canât hold it in the camera too long tho. ion want you to try n steal emâ you rolled your eyes as sasha threw the napkin back in her vanity drawer.
âmiss l/n?â you lifted your head towards the lady peeking in the waiting room. âthatâs meâ you said, standing up before you approached the women. âaight sash i gotta go.â you mumbled before hanging up the phone. the woman had you follow her to one of the empty rooms, letting you sit down and get yourself situated before speaking. âokay so mâjust gonna check your breathing, hearing, and sight. along with your blood pressure sâthat okay?â you nodded your head, letting the women do her job without complaint. when she finished she grabbed her clipboard and headed out the room, telling you the doctor would be there shortly before exiting.
it was only about a five minute wait before your eyes were graced with a beautiful sight. dr. zeke has always been handsome to you, but the man before you right now quickly put him in the back of your mind. âhi, iâm dr. onyankopon jackson. you can call me dr. o, dr. j, dr. oj, it really donât matter tâme as long as you comfortable.â this man had to be no more than two or three years older than you, fresh taper fade on his head, and shiny clear glasses that sat beautifully on his big nose. âmiss? miss you alrightâ he said, genuine concern adorning his features as his dark brown eyes looked you over repeatedly.
you finally snapped out of your trance, sitting up straighter on the exam table as you gave the doctor a shy smile. ây-yea mâfine dr. o, just a little tiredâ you said, making his concern deepen as he began to approach you. âhmm, you been getting good sleep lately ms. l/n?â you shook your head as he pulled a small light from the front pocket of his lab coat, getting a good look at your pupils with the light before going to his clipboard to write something down. âyou can call me y/n by the way. thatâs what iâd preferâ he turned towards you and gave you a small smile. his pearly white teeth shining in the light of the room before he spoke. âokay y/n. i see youâre here for a checkupâ he spoke as he read from the his clipboard. âyou been having any pain anywhere?"
now where you really having any pains? no. you were healthy as a horse, but he didnât know that and you didnât want to leave too early, so ofc course you lied. âbeen having a little pain in my neckâ you said, dragging it further by whimpering a little as you rubbed the back of your âpainedâ area. dr. o got right up from his seat, making his way to you before lightly touching your neck with his gloved hands. right at the bottom of his glove you thought you saw a hint of ink on his skin, but he was moving too fast for you to see it. âright here?â he asked, his deep voice already sending shivers down your spine. dr. o noticed this, smirking behind you as he continued feeling out the back of your neck for any lumps or bruises.
âmhmm right thereâ you breathed out. your voice accidentally letting your neediness slip from the feeling of his strong hands on your neck. you donât know if he worked out or what, but the feeling of his hands were making you melt. âhow this feel?â he mumbled before running two fingers from your neck all the way down your spine to your lower back. âfeels like you got the wrong job. need to be a masseur.â a hearty chuckle rumbled from his broad chest as dr. o continued to run his fingers along your spine. âiâll take it into consideration. would you book me?â his voice was like butter, so smooth and deep as he slowly moved his hands from your back. âdefinitelyâ
dr. o chuckled before making his way to the front of the exam table. âcan you stand up fâmeâ you did as he said, getting down from your seat on the table before looking to him for your next directions. âtry slowly turning your head from side tâside. if you feel any discomfort let me know.â you gave him a quiet âkayâ before turning your neck from left to right then up and down. âi was gon say for you tâdo that next, but you beat me too it. good girl, maybe you got the wrong job tooâ your stomach got butterflies from the praise. making you have to use all your strength to mask the fact that you were going crazy over this man. dr. o moved behind you touching your neck and back again to see if there were any changes from when you were sitting down to now.
âkay now bend over fâme. touch your toes if yâcanâ your palms were sweating now, making you have to repeatedly wipe them on your leggings before you bent over, touching your toes just like he said. you didnât miss the small âdamnâ that left his mouth at the sight of your red thong showing through the thin fabric of your leggings. he once again had his big strong hands on your back, moving up towards your neck from behind you. as he reached the top of your neck you began to feel something hard poking your ass. âuhh doctor?â you said in a small voice, pulling dr. o out of his trance before he replied. âyes ma'am?â
âdo you have something in your pocket?â his eyes slowly went from your ass to his pants, his hard on fighting the fabric of his black slacks just from the look of your body. he knew what he was about to do was very unprofessional and could probably cost him his job, but he just couldnât resist any longer. ânoâ he said before pushing himself into you. his big gloved hands grabbing your hips to keep you from falling before the doctor began grinding his dick into your clothed pussy. a moan flew from your mouth at the contact, making your hand instantly fly to your mouth to keep from someone hearing. âyâknow, ion think anything on your body hurts at all, but i can fix that. you want the doctor tâfix it?â as he spoke, your arousal started to flood your panties, quickly soaking them as well as your thin leggings. dr. o noticed this, smirking before slowly turning you around to face him.
ây-yesâ you whispered, earning you a small kiss on the lips before he picked you up and placed you back on the table. âlay down fâme, thereâs a spot ian get tâcheck yetâ as soon as you laid down his gloved fingers were in the waistband of your leggings, yanking them down so he could get a better look at your panty clad pussy. âi jus know sheâs pretty just from seeing her soak up like thisâ he mumbled before leaning down and giving it a sloppy kiss. the fabric of your panties getting even more soaked as he tongue kissed your clit through it. âo-ohh my goshh dr. o pleaseeâ you whimpered, your hands flying to his hair as you pushed his face deeper into you. he looked up at you, moving back so he can undo his belt with one hand and remove your soaked panties with the other. âyou can call me ony princess. we more than well acquainted nowâ he said with a smirk before pulling your body towards him by your thighs. ony freed his dick from his boxers, the sight of it making your eyes widen. this man was packing. he smiled at your surprise, teasing you a little by rubbing it up and down your already sensitive pussy.
âi donât have a condomâ you leaned up towards him, your lips centimeters away from his as you caressed the nape of his neck. âput it in, weâre more than well acquainted nowâ your big brown eyes blown with lust as ony gave you a devilish grin. without another word he sunk deep into you, dick already filling you up and he was only halfway in. âyou can take the whole thing canât you ma?â you nodded your head, crashing your lips into his to muffle your moans as ony shoved the rest of his inches inside of you. he didnât stop there, pounding you repeatedly without giving you any time to adjust, the stinging stretch of him bringing tears to your eyes.
âi know mama, but iâm a busy man. got another appointment in thirty minutes.â he continued to fuck you deeply, wrapping his gloved hand around your throat while having you suck the fingers of his other. the latex taste spreading all over your tongue as your drool began to drip from your lips to your shirt. âsloppy little mouth you got. wish i had enough time t'put it to workâ you whined before slowly releasing his fingers with a pop, your pussy fluttering around his dick from the thought of him fucking your throat. âi can always come back for another check upâ you said in a breathless tone, making ony smile before he quickly started picking you up by your thighs. âsâmuch as i would love that. i think i rather have you in my bedâ
a smile wouldâve graced your features if you werent getting fucked so good right now. you settled for a quick nod as ony continued to bounce your body and and down his dick. he gave you a few more strokes before putting you down. quickly turning you around and bending you over the table before sliding right back in. before you could scream, onyâs latex covered hand surrounded your lips. his palm muffling your cries as he quickly pounded away at your pussy. your clit rubbed repeatedly on the leather of the table as his strong thrusts would jerk your body back and forth. âyou on the pill mama? donât want you coming in here for different types of checkupsâ he said, smiling as he watched you quickly nod your head yes. you were eager for this man to cum in you. âgood girlâ ony groaned before picking up his pace, dick twitching repeatedly inside of you as he felt his release on the tip of his tongue. you were right there with him too, the double stimulation of your clit and g spot finally getting to you as you clenched tightly around his dick. âi feel it ma. let it out fâmeâ a shiver ran down your spine at his words, your final scream muffled from his hand as you shook and squirted all over his pants. the feeling of his cum filling you soon came after as the two of you caught your breath.
âyou good?â he asked, turning your head towards him so he can check on you. there was a lazy smile on your lips as you looked up at him with glossy eyes. âfeel so much better now, thank you doctorâ ony mirrored your smile, his pretty teeth making your stomach do flips before he spoke âmy pleasureâ. as the two of you got dressed and fixed yourselves up, he removed his wet gloves and made sure to put that you were feeling great on his chart before handing you a paper to show that youâve been taken care of. âaha! i knew you had tattoos. how old are you anyways.â you said as you looked at his ink filled hands.
ony looked up at you from his seat, smiling as he took off his lap coat and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. there were tattoos running up and down his arms and even some peeking at you from his collar. âgot some on my chest too, but you just gon have to come over to see, and iâm twenty sixâ like you thought, he was older than you. a smile graced your features as you limped to the door, giving the man an annoyed look as he laughed. âyou look like you might actually need a doctor nowâ you rolled your eyes at his teasing before straightening yourself up and walking as normal as you could out of the room.
as you made it to your car, you realized that you didnât ask for onyâs phone number. âfuckâ you breathed as you glanced towards the paper he signed before giving you. âmaybe if i search up his name i can find his insta or sumâ you thought as you picked up the paper only to find that you wont be needing to do any of that. there in big red ink read his name and number with a little note at the bottom.
ony 347-***-****
âcall me when you need another checkupâ
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