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I Need a Doctor pt.2

Pt. 2!!

I had to cut this short because I have midterms... and I've never written smut before so this is a trial run to see if i should advance my skills and continue with it or just stick with fluff!

word count: 1,698

warnings: cursing, smut, 18+ MNDI!!!! fingering, lots if hot kissing, suggestive language, unprotected sex (wrap it up everyone!)

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Fuck it. You don't even bother responding; your body takes over. Your lips crash onto his, taking him by surprise, yet he takes no time reciprocating the kiss. There was a sort of desperation with the way his lips captured yours, begging to be released. His hands find their way to your hips, roughly gripping almost as though to confirm that it is indeed you. His brown locs softly tugged by your hands, drawing him in closer. "Fuck." He mumbles against your lips, causing you to give his hair another tug. He groans softly, his grip on your hips tightening, causing you to slightly gasp against his lips.

Reality finally hits you. Shit. You're in public, more specifically a hallway in a hospital, not exactly the best place to act out your fantasy. You quickly pull yourself away, heart pounding against your chest as you catch your breath. "Charlie..." Your voice drifts off as you press your hands against his chest. "We can't do this... at least not here." A playful smirk tugs at the corner of his lips; his grip on your hips slips away, hands finding yours. He quickly drags you off, not a single thought running through your mind. It almost feels surreal, following behind him, his beautifully tame hair a mess. He looks back at you, a grin on his lips. Everything feels and looks as if it's in slow motion. This can't be real, can it? You're peeled from your thoughts as he pulls you into an empty room, shutting the door behind you. Before you even get the chance to glance at your surroundings, his lips capture yours in a hungry kiss, erasing any thoughts you may have had. Your hand slips between his belt buckle, pulling him against you, eliciting a gasp from the both of you. He pulls away, looking you up and down. "I hope you don't have anything planned after this because I'm going to ruin you." You press your thighs together, the thought alone turning you on.

With that, he slides his black tie off, tossing it to the floor. Your hands immediately get to work on his shirt, hurriedly unbuttoning it. In one swift motion, your shirt is slid over your head, discarded without a second thought. His piercing brown eyes scan over your hungrily, taking in your thick figure. "Not a lot of men can handle me, so I hope you know what you're getting yourself into." You blurt the words out, a hint of doubt in your voice. "Why don't you let my actions speak for themselves?" With that, his hands are back on you, backing you up until the back of your thighs hit the bed. A quiet giggle escapes your lips as you fall back, hitting the soft bed behind you. You adjust yourself, your head falling against the rough hospital pillows. Charlie's hands firmly grip your ankles, slightly pulling you towards him, a squeal leaving your lips. His eyes flicker between yours and your bottoms, and without a second thought, your hands fly down to the buttons on your pants, hurriedly undoing them, popping one off in the process. He finishes pulling them off of you, discarding them across the room.

His lips frantically meet yours once more, as though he had been deprived of this. You stretch your hands over to his belt buckle, giving it a tug. His hands fly down, belt off in one movement. “That desperate huh?” You playfully run your fingertips over the fabric of his pants, feeling the outline of him. His breath hitches in his throat as you touch him. "You don't know what you're doing to me, Y/N." You position yourself upwards, arms flying around his neck, pulling him down to your level, placing one last kiss on his lips before trailing down his jaw, his head leans back, a groan escaping his lips as you trail wet kisses down his neck, gently nipping at his skin. As you work on his neck, his hand finds its way to the waistband of your panties, slowly slipping in two fingers. His fingers tease your entrance, causing you to let out a desperate whine, craving more. "Please Charlie." You beg, back slightly arching, urging him to continue. His fingers slowly dip into your entrance, a moan escaping your parted lips. His fingers move slowly, pulling them out almost fully before dipping back in. You toss your head back, fingers clawing into his shoulders as you moan desperately. "Need more." You plead as his agonizingly slow pace makes your head spin. His pace quickens at your desperate pleas, your eyes fluttering shut as your walls clenched against him, your breath hitching until suddenly, he pulls his fingers out, causing you to cry out at the suddenly empty feeling.

"Can't let you finish that quickly. This is only just the beginning." A taunting smirk tugs at his lips as he tugs at the zipper on his pants, pulling them off quickly before diving back down to your lips as if it were the only thing he needed. His breathing strained as he pushes you back down against the bed, hands interlocking with yours as he pins your arms above your head. His body shuddered against you as your hands explored his body, tracing your nails up and down his back. "Been wanting to do this the moment I saw you." He mumbles against your skin as he works down your neck, nipping and sucking at your hot skin. Your hips buck up softly, eliciting a moan from the both of you at the contact.

"I've been needing a doctor lately; I didn't think this is what my body meant." You breathlessly whisper the words, not even sure if he heard. "I think this is exactly what your body meant." He trails off as your hand slips between the waistband of his boxers. "I think this is what you need, Dr. Mayhew. " He groaned softly, his hips gently buckling at the sudden touch. Your slip his boxers down, his length springing free. "You're in no position to tease; just remember that. His eyes darkened as he stopped all his movements. "Such a desperate fucking slut. I just can't wait to ruin you." He pushes himself off of the bed; you scoot closer to the edge, desperate to feel him inside you. Your arousal grows as his hand grips his length, teasingly rubbing the tip of his cock against your folds. "More." You beg, the throbbing between your legs unbearable. Without hesitation, he snaps his hips into yours roughly, giving you no time to adjust. His head tosses back, eyes rolling as he groans. "Fuck, you feel so freaking good." Your mouth flew open, releasing one of the most sinfully beautiful sounds he had ever heard, which gave him the green light to keep going. With every thrust, the intensity built, the longing for you the moment he saw you, getting closer to you each day. The best reward for all the pent-up desire. His rhythm picked up, each thrust deliberate and purposeful. The pleasure completely consuming you, your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to you, causing him to go in deeper. He shamelessly let out a string of moans, feeling your walls clench against him, bringing him closer to his release. "Fuck, just like that." You cry out in pleasure; your walls clench around his cock, causing his thrusts to become sloppier. The pressure in your stomach is screaming to be released. "I'm going to cum." You whine out, grip slipping from his hands. He takes this as his cue to wrap his hand around your throat, lifting your head to look at him. "I want you to look at me when you come. I want you to see who makes you feel this good." You look into his eyes, gasping as you feel his dick twitching inside you, causing you to come undone. You cry out his name as you look into his eyes, his cum coming in spurts as he fills you up. The final waves of pleasure wash over you as his head falls down, savoring the feeling of being inside you. 

He slowly pulls out, leaving you feeling full and empty at the same time. Your chests falling and rising quickly against each other, the room still spinning as you come down from the high. After what feels like hours, he falls next to you on the hospital bed, chuckling to himself as he stares at the ceiling. "That was most definitely worth the wait." He whispers softly as he closes his eyes. You take off your glasses, wiping the sweat from your forehead. "I guess I really did need a doctor." You wink playfully as you both sit up, head going to rest against his shoulder. You knew you needed this kind of distraction from everything; the state of your sister had been taking a toll on you. Charlies places a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering for a few seconds before he gets up. You follow behind, searching for the clothing you both hastily discarded. Once fully clothed, he holds the door open for you; the moment shared between you two forever imbedded into your minds, but the gentle clearing of a throat catches your attention. You turn around, facing a flustered Dr. Mayhew, his hair a mess, and his face flushed red with swollen lips. A complete mess. "So, Y/N... let me take you to a proper lunch, yeah?" You stop in your tracks, debating for a moment, the nervousness on his face clear as he waited for you to answer. "After that, how could I say no to lunch?" He laughs in relief, his arm snaking around your curvy waist. "Had me worried for a second-" Before he could finish, the intercom interrupts him "Paging Dr. Mayhew." You both look at each other, his hand falling away and he's off. “12:30 tomorrow, be ready!” He calls out as he rushes down the hallway, leaving you back to your thoughts, heat rising back to your face as you leave a flustered mess.

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I would love if you write some enemies to lovers for nicholas chavez and reader, it could be some like how to lose a guy in 10 days or 10 things i hate about you, something like that, with a happy ending, i dont know exactly, i just know that i love everything that you write ❤️

match point 🎾

summary: based on this lovely request!! i added a tennis element to it because tennis feels very “enemies to lovers” coded to me for some reason

type: nicholas chavez x black plus sized fem reader

tags/warnings: 18+, angst, misread fatphobia (i promise it’s not in there but i don’t wanna trigger anyway), oral (m! and f! receiving), face fucking, cream pie

word count: ~8493

author’s note: confession, i’ve never seen either of those movies and i know i need to!!! either way, i liked this bc im lowkey missing summer rn so this helped — i hope you like it!!!

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The cicadas were already singing their lazy summer song when you arrived at the outdoor tennis courts, the air thick with humidity and the faint tang of freshly cut grass. The afternoon sun hung high, its rays bouncing off the court’s faded green surface and making the white lines shimmer like a mirage. You adjusted the strap of your bag, trying to ignore the way sweat was already pooling at the base of your neck, dampening the curls of your wash-and-go style.

This was supposed to be fun—a way to meet new people and settle into a city that still felt foreign and a little lonely. The open lessons had sounded perfect in theory, a casual way to break the ice while learning a new skill. But as you scanned the court, the pit in your stomach deepened.

Clusters of players were already warming up, their easy camaraderie apparent in the way they laughed and called out to one another. Most of them were lean, athletic types, the kind who looked like they spent their weekends hiking or doing yoga. You tugged at the hem of your tank top, suddenly hyper-aware of how it clung to your curves.

“Okay, let’s get started!”

The coach’s voice boomed across the court, drawing your attention. He was wiry and sunburnt, with the kind of leathery skin that suggested decades spent outdoors. A whistle hung around his neck, and his clipboard was already dotted with names and notes.

You moved toward the group, slipping into the back of the huddle as he began assigning partners. The air buzzed with excitement, punctuated by the rhythmic thwack of balls hitting rackets in the distance.

Just as you were beginning to relax, a low murmur rippled through the group. You turned in time to see a tall figure sauntering toward the court.

Nicholas Chavez.

He was the kind of beautiful that made you pause—messy dark hair, honey-brown eyes that seemed to catch the sunlight, and a jawline sharp enough to make you wonder if he’d walked off the pages of a magazine. He wore a black T-shirt and shorts, his broad shoulders and toned arms hinting at a strength that made it clear he wasn’t new to this.

As he got closer, he tossed a lazy glance toward the huddle, his gaze sweeping over the group. When his eyes landed on you, they lingered for a beat too long, and his brow twitched in a way that made your chest tighten.

“All right, let’s pair up,” the coach said, scanning his clipboard. His gaze landed on you, and you braced yourself. “Y/N, you’re with Nick.”

You forced a smile, clutching your racket like a lifeline. This was fine. You could handle this.

But the moment you looked back at Nicholas, you saw it: the flicker of hesitation in his expression, followed by the faintest lift of his brow. He didn’t say anything outright, but his reaction was loud enough. His gaze darted briefly to your shoulders, to the soft curve of your arms, before sliding back to your face with a faint smirk.

It wasn’t the smirk itself that stung—it was the way it felt so dismissive, like you were being appraised and silently deemed not worth the effort.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for you to catch.

Your stomach sank.

“Problem, Nick?” the coach called out, clearly catching the tail end of his remark.

Nicholas shrugged, spinning his racket lazily in one hand. “Nah,” he said, his voice smooth. “No problem.”

But as he turned and strode toward the far end of the court, his posture radiated a kind of casual arrogance that made your skin crawl.

The sun beat down mercilessly as you followed him to the court, your sneakers crunching against the gritty asphalt. By the time you reached the net, your irritation had reached a slow boil.

“Let’s just get this over with,” you said, trying to keep your tone even.

Nicholas didn’t respond, only gave a half-smile that somehow managed to be both infuriating and devastatingly attractive. He took his position without another word, and you adjusted your grip on the racket, determined to prove yourself.

But it didn’t take long for your annoyance to bubble over. Nicholas wasn’t even trying. He barely moved for volleys, his half-hearted swings making it clear he had no intention of putting in effort. When you lunged to keep the ball in play, your movements fueled by sheer determination, he had the audacity to let out a soft, amused laugh.

“Something funny?” you snapped, straightening as you glared at him.

He leaned casually on his racket, his honey-brown eyes glinting with something that made your pulse race—equal parts amusement and challenge. “You’re working pretty hard for this, huh?”

Your grip tightened. “That’s kind of the point,” you bit out. “It’s called practice.”

“Sure,” he said with a shrug. “But, you know, maybe you should pace yourself. Wouldn’t want to tire out too quickly.”

The words were innocuous enough, but the way his gaze flicked over you as he said them wasn’t. Your jaw clenched as heat rose to your face, though you weren’t sure if it was anger or embarrassment. Probably both.

“Don’t worry about me,” you said tightly. “I can handle myself.”

“Yeah?” His smirk widened, dimples flashing in a way that made you want to scream. “We’ll see.”

The last few volleys of practice felt like an eternity. The summer sun bore down relentlessly, baking the court and leaving a faint sheen of sweat glistening on your skin. Every muscle in your body ached, and each swing of your racket felt heavier than the last. Meanwhile, Nicholas moved across the court with maddening ease, barely breaking a sweat, his shots precise but lazy, like he wasn’t even trying.

“Good game, everyone!” the coach called out, blowing his whistle to signal the end of practice. Relief washed over you as you dropped your racket and grabbed your water bottle from your bag.

You lowered yourself to the ground with a graceless plop, sitting cross-legged near the sidelines and taking long gulps of water. The cool liquid was a godsend, but the heat still clung to you, making your skin feel sticky. You fanned yourself with one hand, trying to keep your breathing steady.

No one’s looking at you. Relax.

You repeated the mantra in your head, reminding yourself that you weren’t being perceived in the way your mind sometimes tricked you into thinking. Your confidence had always been solid—a hard-earned love for your body and all it had carried you through—but moments like this, when your stamina was stretched thin and the exhaustion was visible, made it easier for doubt to creep in.

“Mind if I join?”

The voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you looked up to see one of the other players—a girl around your age with a friendly smile and braids pulled into a high ponytail—gesturing to the space next to you.

“Go for it,” you said, gesturing for her to sit.

She plopped down beside you, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “I don’t know about you, but I’m dying out here. Who decided it was a good idea to play tennis in the middle of July?”

You laughed, grateful for the distraction. “Right? I feel like my shoes are melting into the court.”

“I’m Taylor, by the way,” she said, extending a hand.

“Y/N,” you replied, shaking it.

The two of you quickly fell into an easy rhythm of conversation, talking about everything from how intense the coach seemed to the best food spots in the city. Taylor’s humor was sharp and quick, and it wasn’t long before you were laughing so hard your sides ached more than from practice.

Just as you were starting to forget your earlier frustration, a shadow passed over you.

“Take it easy.”

You looked up to see Nicholas strolling by, his racket slung over his shoulder and a water bottle in hand. His tone was light, almost lazy, but the smirk tugging at his lips said otherwise. He didn’t stop walking, didn’t even look back as he delivered the remark.

Your jaw clenched, heat rising to your face—not from the sun this time, but from irritation.

“Is he always like that?” you muttered, glancing at Taylor.

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, that’s just Nick. He’s kind of a jerk to everyone.”

“Yeah, well,” you said, standing up and brushing off your legs, “he’s got it down to an art.”

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The next practice was even hotter than the first, the summer sun relentless as it beat down on the courts. The air shimmered with heat, and the faint smell of sunscreen mixed with the tang of tennis balls and sweat. You showed up determined to ignore Nicholas entirely, but, unsurprisingly, he made that impossible.

It started when the group was working on backhands. You’d gotten the general motion, but the finer details still felt awkward, and after a few failed attempts, you lowered your racket and turned to the coach. “Sorry, can you show that one more time?” you asked.

Before the coach could answer, Nicholas let out a low whistle, leaning lazily on his racket. “Guess they’re really starting from scratch, huh?”

The words hit you like a sharp jab, and your grip tightened on your racket. Your stomach twisted, but you forced yourself to ignore him, even as irritation bubbled beneath the surface. Instead, you focused on the coach’s demonstration, determined not to let Nicholas’s snide comment throw you off.

Later in practice, you managed to land a sharp, satisfying volley during a rally. The ball skimmed over the net and landed squarely out of Nicholas’s reach. Pride swelled in your chest—until Nicholas turned to the coach, throwing his hands up dramatically.

“Look at that!” he called out, his smirk deepening as dimples framed his maddeningly smug expression. “She hit one!”

Laughter rippled faintly through the group, but all you could hear was the blood rushing in your ears. Heat crawled up your neck as you turned away, focusing on retrieving the ball and forcing yourself not to react. You clenched your jaw, gripping your racket so hard your knuckles ached.

By the end of practice, you were drenched in sweat, your tank top clinging to your skin, and your curls puffing out in defiance of the humidity. The exhaustion weighed heavy in your limbs, but all you could think about was getting out of there. You had plans to meet Taylor for dinner after, and every second spent on the court felt like it was cutting into your evening.

You tossed your racket into your bag and slung it over your shoulder, ready to bolt, but in your rush, the strap snagged on the bench. The zipper popped open, spilling your belongings onto the ground. Your water bottle rolled a few feet away, sunscreen and a spare shirt landing in a messy pile alongside the small notebook you used to jot down practice tips.

“Need some help?” Taylor asked, crouching down beside you.

“Thanks,” you muttered, hurriedly grabbing your sunscreen as she handed it to you. You scrambled to gather everything, feeling the heat from the court radiating through the soles of your shoes.

Before you could finish zipping up your bag, a shadow loomed over you.

“Careful,” Nicholas said, his voice light and casual, but with that familiar edge of condescension. “You’d probably move faster if you lightened your load a little.”

Your head snapped up, and before you could stop yourself, the words came out: “You’d probably move faster if you actually tried during practice instead of standing around acting like you’re too good for the rest of us.”

The air grew still, the quiet hum of cicadas the only sound as everyone turned to look at you. Your chest heaved as the words hung in the air, hot and sharp, your frustration boiling over in full view of the group.

Nicholas paused for a moment, then tilted his head slightly, his lips quirking into an infuriatingly lazy smile. “The heat’s getting to everyone, huh?”

A few of the other players chuckled awkwardly, but your glare didn’t waver. He didn’t even seem fazed, casually slinging his racket over his shoulder like nothing had happened.

“See you next time,” he said, his voice light as he turned and strolled off, leaving you standing there with your fists clenched.

Taylor rose to her feet beside you, muttering under her breath. “Don’t let him get to you.”

“I know” you said, your voice tight as you choked back tears, while you zipped up your bag and slung it over your shoulder.

As you walked off the court, your mind raced. No one had ever been able to needle you like this before, and it wasn’t just frustrating—it was confusing. You weren’t sure what Nicholas’s problem was.

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You decided to skip the next practice. You told yourself it was to give your body a break from the brutal summer heat and all the drills, but deep down, you knew the real reason: Nicholas Chavez. His smirks, his snide comments, the way he always managed to needle you just right—it had all been too much. You needed a breather.

Still, the itch to move lingered. By the evening time, when the sun had finally dipped enough to make the air bearable, you headed to the gym near the courts. You timed it perfectly, arriving after practice would’ve ended and to ensure no one else would be there.

The place was empty, just the quiet hum of the overhead fans and the rhythmic thump of your sneakers against the polished floor. You felt freer here, confident enough to shed your usual layers. In your sports bra and athletic shorts, you stretched, tying your curls up into a puff before grabbing your racket.

You put on your headphones and cranked up the volume, letting the beat drown out the world as you stepped onto the court. You started with easy volleys, but it didn’t take long for your pent-up frustration to bubble up. With every swing, you hit the ball against the wall at full power and speed, the sharp crack of impact echoing in the empty space. Each hit felt like a release—a way to channel all the irritation that Nicholas had stirred up in you.

You were in the zone, so focused on the rhythm of the ball and the music blasting in your ears that you barely noticed someone calling your name. It wasn’t until a break between songs that the sound finally cut through.

You froze mid-swing, turning to see none other than Nicholas standing near the entrance, his bag slung over one shoulder.

Of course.

You yanked back one side of your headphones, your annoyance flaring immediately. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he said, walking toward you with that infuriatingly easy confidence.

You glanced at the clock on the wall. Practice had ended two hours ago. He wasn’t supposed to be here.

“Gym’s empty, thought I’d get a quick practice in,” he continued, his tone casual. Then, with a tilt of his head, he added, “Didn’t mean to interrupt. You were really going at it.”

You rolled your eyes, already tempted to pack up and leave. But before you could move, he gestured to your racket.

“You’ve got a killer forehand,” he said, his voice laced with a hint of genuine admiration. “I saw that last one before I came in. Honestly… I wouldn’t mind if you showed me how you did it.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the compliment. But the irritation was still simmering, and it bubbled over before you could stop yourself.

“Are you joking?” you said dryly. “You’ve been absolutely insufferable since the moment I met you. You’ve made me feel weird and out of place every single practice, and now you’re acting like none of that happened?”

Nicholas raised his hands, palms out, as if in surrender, but there was a flicker of something in his expression—amusement. He chuckled under his breath, which only made your temper flare more.

“And if you have a problem with fat girls,” you said, your voice sharp as you stared him down, “then just say it.”

The laugh died on his lips. For the first time since you’d met him, Nicholas looked caught off guard. His brows furrowed, and he shook his head quickly. “Wait—what? No. That’s not—”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I never meant to make you feel like that. I swear. I was just… being an idiot. Trying to be funny, I guess. Clearly, I failed at that.” His voice softened, and then he added, “For what it’s worth, I don’t have a problem with you. At all. You’re…” He hesitated, his gaze sweeping over you for a moment. “You’re hot. And you’ve got a killer body. I mean that.”

You blinked, stunned into silence. Of all the things you’d expected him to say, that hadn’t even been on the list.

For a moment, you just stared at him, your fiery temper cooling as his words settled in. There was something about the way he said it—cool and flirty, sure, but also sincere—that left you completely disarmed.

Finally, you exhaled and nodded. “Okay. Apology accepted.”

Nicholas smiled, this time a smirk of surrender rather than that familiar smirk as he took a step back toward his bag. “Guess I’ll leave you to it, then—”

“Wait.”

He paused, glancing over his shoulder as you crossed your arms.

“You almost made me cry you know,” you said, your tone light but teasing. “So I think you owe me. In the form of walking me home—after I show you the move.”

His smirk widened, and he stepped back onto the court. “Deal.”

The two of you spent the next fifteen minutes practicing together. Nicholas was attentive, actually listening as you explained the technique, and for the first time, it felt… easy.

When the session ended, you walked side by side through the quiet streets, the summer air cooler now that the sun had set. The conversation flowed effortlessly—where you were both from, your favorite songs, the best smoothie spots after practice. By the time you reached your apartment building, you’d almost forgotten the Nicholas who’d made practice so unbearable.

There was a moment of silence as you stopped in front of your door. Nicholas glanced down at you, his honey-brown eyes warm under the glow of the streetlights.

You tilted your head, standing on your toes to get a little closer. With a smirk, you said, “And if you thought one itty bitty overdue apology was going to get me, you really need to get out more.”

Before he could respond, you patted him on the shoulder, turned, and headed inside.

“Good night, Nick,” you called over your shoulder.

He laughed softly, shaking his head. “Good night, Y/N.”

-----

Over the next few weeks, something shifted between you and Nicholas. The jabs weren’t as sharp anymore, and the underlying venom had slowly been replaced by something else—something more playful, teasing, but still competitive.

You found yourself walking to practice together more often, your casual banter now peppered with teasing remarks, both of you pushing each other to be better. There was no denying that your attraction to him had grown—you’d try to shake it off at first, convincing yourself that the snarky, flirtatious back-and-forth was just that. But deep down, you knew it was something more.

Sometimes, after practice, you both stopped for smoothies. The conversation was easy, as if you’d known each other for years. You found yourself drawn to his dry humor, the way he would effortlessly make jokes even about the smallest things. You’d roll your eyes, but inside, you were smiling. There was a charm to him that you couldn’t quite ignore.

But despite the playful comments and flirtation, there was still a part of you that couldn’t tell if he was just being his usual cocky self or if there was something deeper there. After all, he’d told you that you were hot and even almost kissing you—yet it never felt like enough to confirm that he liked you back.

One afternoon, after practice, the two of you decided to hang back for some extra practice, the court still warm from the sun. The air was heavy with the scent of summer, but you were both determined to squeeze out a little more work. After a while, you both collapsed on the ground, breathless from the intensity.

As you went into your cool-down stretches, you groaned, stretching out your legs. “My legs are so tight,” you muttered, rolling your shoulders to relieve some of the tension.

Nicholas, ever the opportunist, watched you for a beat before giving you a crooked grin. “You know, I can help with that.”

You raised an eyebrow, but before you could respond, he was already moving to you.

“Lay on your back,” he instructed, and you did so without thinking.

He positioned himself between your legs as he gently lifted your right one, and pushed it back toward your chest. The strain on your muscles felt good, but the proximity of him only added to the tension. He didn’t seem to notice—at least, you hoped he didn’t—but when you let out an involuntary moan as your muscles stretched, the sound echoed across the empty court.

You froze, eyes widening, your face flushing with embarrassment. You quickly laughed to cover it up. “Echoing like that is crazy” you muttered, trying to brush it off.

Nicholas, ever the one to make light of the situation, chuckled. “Noted,” he said, voice teasing, his grin wide. “Definitely a screamer.”

You shot him a playful glare, but the heat from his words lingered as you pushed him off, “You’re so gross,” you gave him a playful nudge, finishing the stretching on your own.

The teasing didn’t stop there. A few days later, after another long practice, you and Nicholas were gathering your things when he said, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear, “I’ll be waiting for you in the shower, Y/N.”

No one knew the brewing tension between you too and just assumed Nicholas was his typical joking self, causing everyone to burst into chuckles.

Taylor, standing beside you, nudged you playfully. “Oh, come on. You gotta give me the details,” she whispered, practically bouncing with excitement.

Before you could answer, one of the older women on the team—Barbara, a rich and eccentric lady with a flair for drama—stepped forward, her eyes twinkling. “My pool was just refinished,” she announced grandly, hands raised as if unveiling a masterpiece. “And I’m throwing a little party this weekend to celebrate. You’re all invited!”

The room went silent for a moment before the chatter picked up again, everyone was excited about the prospect of a pool party, but you were still stuck on what Nicholas had said. His voice echoed in your head, making your pulse race.

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You and Taylor slid into one of the cozy booths at your favorite smoothie place, the smell of fresh fruit and the hum of casual conversations filling the air. Taylor was practically bouncing in her seat, eyes wide with excitement as she shoved her açaí bowl aside and leaned forward, giving you her full attention.

“So, wait,” she said, eyes locked on yours. “You moaned out loud!?” She looked at you in disbelief, almost spitting out her bowl as she struggled to keep it together.

You nodded slowly, fighting back a laugh as she tried to process everything. “Yeah, it was—uh, kind of an accident.”

“No!” she gasped, her voice rising a little too loudly for the cozy shop. “You two almost had sex on the court!”

You quickly shushed her, looking around to make sure no one had overheard. You were already feeling the heat of your embarrassment creeping up your neck. “Shh! Taylor, you’re gonna get us thrown out,” you hissed, barely able to hold back your own laughter.

Taylor put her hand over her mouth, but her eyes were sparkling with mischief. “Sorry, sorry,” she whispered dramatically, though she was clearly struggling not to laugh.

“But I don’t know what to do. He’s so confusing, Tay.” Your face was hot as you tried to steady yourself.

Taylor raised an eyebrow, leaning back in her seat. “Babe, what’s confusing? He so clearly wants you to ride him like it’s no tomorrow!”

You rolled your eyes as a smile tugged at your lips, “I don’t know, he’s hot but am I really gonna fuck a go I met at club tennis?”, you picked up your smoothie to sip.

There was a pause between you two before unanimously responding,

“Yes”

You both burst into laughter, the patrons of the smoothie shop, including a family with a small child, shot you both looks.

“Okay, okay, here’s what I’m thinking.” Taylor shot up straighter, practically bouncing in her seat now. “After the pool party this weekend, we’ll come back to your apartment, hang out for a while. Then I’ll slip out and leave you two alone. You won’t have any distractions, and you’ll be in your space. So it’s just you, him.”

“You’ve thought about this, huh?” you shot her a slick look, eyes squinted with a smile.

“From the second you two were paired up, yes!” she grabbed uo Nike duffel bag and smoothie, Shooting up from the booth, “Come on, let’s go bikini shopping!” she called out from the shop door.

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You and Taylor arrived at Barbara’s house, pulling up to the towering gates of a mansion that could only be described as extravagant. As you drove through the gates, you couldn't help but marvel at the meticulously manicured grounds, the sprawling lawn, and the grandiose architecture.

The house itself was a statement of wealth—an impressive Mediterranean-style villa complete with marble pillars, wide open terraces, and windows so large they almost felt like walls of glass. Barbara’s backyard was even more ridiculous, the pool area a luxurious oasis, with a hot tub, waterfall features, and a fully equipped outdoor kitchen. The scent of freshly grilled food wafted in the air, and the sound of music played from outdoor speakers, giving the entire scene a carefree, almost surreal vibe.

You and Taylor were among the first to arrive, but a few other teammates were already there, mingling and laughing by the pool. You couldn’t help but notice the energy—everyone was in high spirits, laughing, talking, and basking in the summer warmth. You and Taylor dropped your things by a lounge chair, and she immediately began making suggestions about your outfit, insisting you needed something to grab Nicholas’s attention.

“Trust me,” Taylor said, eyeing you up and down. “If Nicholas doesn’t jump on you the second he sees this, he’s an idiot.”

She was referring to the white bikini set you were wearing, with cute red cherries printed all over the top and bottom. You had picked it out impulsively, but Taylor’s enthusiasm made you feel even better about the choice. You stripped off your cover-up and walked toward the pool with Taylor at your side, trying to keep the nerves at bay. Music played from the speakers as people were already enjoying the pool, splashing around and lounging under the sun. The air smelled like sunscreen, chlorine, and summer—the perfect atmosphere for a party.

You felt the cool water on your toes as you entered, your body immediately relaxing. The food spread was tempting, and the drinks were flowing, but your attention kept drifting to the entrance. You kept glancing back toward the gate, waiting for him to arrive. Every time someone walked in, your stomach dropped, thinking it was Nicholas. It wasn’t. And the anticipation was starting to feel almost painful.

Then, he finally walked in.

It was as if he stepped through the door in slow motion—his entrance completely owning the room. Nicholas was wearing nothing but a pair of trunks, no shirt, and damn, he looked incredible. His body was... perfect. His abs were defined, his chest was bulky but still ripped, the muscles in his arms were sharp, and even the way his trunks hung just low enough made your heart skip a beat. You wanted to look away, pretend like you weren’t even interested, but it was hard to ignore someone who looked like that.

You quickly turned your attention to the people around you, trying to act like you hadn’t just caught sight of him walking in. You didn’t want to seem eager, even though your stomach was flipping with the idea of what was about to happen.

It wasn’t long before Nicholas made his way toward the pool, walking over to the edge closest to you. He kneeled down, his eyes locking onto you as he flashed that trademark smirk, the one that made your chest tighten.

“So, how’s the water?” he asked, his voice smooth but with an edge of humor, as his eyes roamed and settled on your breasts as they bobbed in the water creating small waves.

You didn’t want to show how much his attention affected you, so you smirked back and shot a casual reply. “Well, there’s only one way to find out.” You gestured to the pool with a mischievous look, inviting him to join you.

He took your cue, tossing his towel to the side and stepping into the water, the ripples spreading outward as he made his way toward you. There was no hiding the fact that you both had a simmering tension, but neither of you was willing to be the first to acknowledge it outright. You exchanged jabs and playful comments as you stood in the shallow end, water splashing around your legs.

After a while, Nicholas shifted, making his way deeper into the pool. You hesitated, not really a strong swimmer, and preferred to stay where you could touch the bottom.

“You coming?” he asked, his tone teasing, eyes glinting with that same challenge you were so used to.

“I’m good here,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant. “You go ahead.”

“You think I’d let anything happen to you?” he said with a wink. “I’ll keep you safe.”

There was something in his eyes that made it hard to say no. Reluctantly, you nodded. He extended his hand toward you, and you took it, letting him help you deeper into the water. The further you went, the higher the water got, eventually reaching just below your chin. When it was too deep for you to touch the bottom, he pulled you close, his chest pressing against yours in an embrace that left you breathless.

Before you could react, you instinctively wrapped your legs around him for support, and his arms came around your waist, pulling you in closer. You could feel his abs press against your stomach, his chest tight against yours, and—damn—it was hard to ignore the feeling of his body against yours, especially when you could feel him getting hard against you.

“Whoa,” he chuckled, his voice low and smooth as his hands settled around your waist. “Right here? In front of everyone?.” His tone is laced with the sarcastic tone that turned you on.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the grin tugging at your lips. “I’m just trying to make sure I don’t drown, if i don’t want mouth-to-mouth from you”

Nicholas grinned, and the heat in his eyes made you feel like he was already undressing you with his gaze. “Well you rejected me once…,” he said, pulling you in closer, the muscle in his chest pressing against your stomach. His breath was steady, but you could feel his pulse quicken as he looked down at you.

You tried to ignore the way his body felt so firm and close to yours, focusing instead on your usual digs. “And yet, you clearly love a chase” you asked, tilting your head with a smirk.”

His lips quirked up into a smile, his eyes catching yours. “It’s not so much a chase at this point,” His grip tightened around your waist, and you could feel the subtle pressure of his muscles beneath the water. “The way your legs are wrapped around me right now…I thought I’d have to work a lot harder for that.”

You paused as your heart skipped a beat. You shot him a playful glare, “I actually don’t have a comeback for that,” your tone feigned a playful retreat. “But I wanna grab some of the fruit salad so can you carry me back to the edge stud?”

Nicholas raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching as if to suppress a laugh. “Well you’re losing with such grace, it’s the least I could do,” he said, his tone just slick enough to make your cheeks warm.

With an almost effortless motion, he floated you back toward the shallow end of the pool, the cool water rippling around you both. As soon as your feet touched the floor, you shifted to stand, but not before leaning in closer for one last jab.

You tilted your head toward him, lowering your voice just enough for only him to hear. “Oh, and by the way,” you said, smirking as you pushed a curl out of your face, “I wouldn’t say you’ve ‘won.’ The second I wrapped my legs around you, you were hard enough to poke a hole in my side.”

His breath hitched, his smirk faltering just slightly as his eyes widened in surprise. Before he could even process what you’d said, you winked and turned, pulling yourself up out of the water.

The air hit your skin, and as you stepped out, the droplets of water cascading down your body caught the sun, making your skin look like it was glowing. Your plush thighs flexed slightly with each step, your full hips swaying effortlessly as the cherry-printed bikini clung perfectly to every curve. Your stomach, soft and inviting, peeked out between the swimsuit pieces, the water droplets trailing down like a path Nicholas couldn’t help but follow with his eyes.

He swallowed hard, his blush deepening as his gaze lingered, clearly torn between being turned on and completely dumbfounded by your boldness.

You grabbed your towel, wrapping it loosely around your waist as you glanced back at him, your lips curling into a small, knowing smile. “Have fun cooling off, Nick,” you said over your shoulder, your voice light and teasing as you walked toward the fruit table.

Nicholas stood there for a moment, chest still heaving slightly as he watched you disappear into the crowd. “Damn,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head with a faint, incredulous smile.

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The backyard was buzzing with conversation and laughter as everyone ate, spread out across the lawn. The sun had slipped behind a layer of clouds, casting a muted gray light over Barbara’s extravagant outdoor setup. The clouds grew heavier, and though rain wasn’t in the forecast, everyone kept a wary eye on the sky.

You and Taylor sat together near the edge of the patio, chatting while finishing your burgers. Taylor leaned in, her tone playful. “So,” she started, waggling her eyebrows, “Are we gonna talk about you and Nicholas basically dry-humping in the pool earlier?”

You choked on your laugh, covering your mouth as you shook your head. “Taylor!” you said through a fit of giggles. “We were not!”

Taylor smirked, shrugging as she took another bite of her food. “Could’ve fooled me. You were all wrapped up around him like a koala.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help laughing. “Okay, fine. But I think it’s going well. He’s definitely into me,” you admitted, a small smile tugging at your lips.

Taylor grinned, pleased. “Good! Finally!” she said, clinking her drink against yours. She started to ask what time you thought you should leave, but before she could finish, the sky opened up, and fat raindrops began to fall.

The peaceful scene turned into chaos as everyone scrambled to grab their things and get inside. Barbara, ever the eccentric host, ushered everyone toward the house, waving her hands dramatically as she shouted instructions. By the time you made it inside, you were damp from the sudden downpour, but at least you’d saved your plate.

Inside, everyone piled into the living room, which was decorated with retro, ’70s-inspired furniture. The centerpiece was a sunken conversation pit, complete with vibrant orange cushions and a massive coffee table in the middle.

Barbara clapped her hands together, her jewelry jangling with the movement. “Well, that was unexpected! I’m absolutely exhausted from hosting, so I’m heading upstairs,” she announced, sweeping a hand toward the stairs. “Feel free to hang out or head out whenever. Make yourselves at home!”

She disappeared in a flurry of gold bangles and silk, leaving the rest of you to settle in. The team naturally split into smaller groups, conversations bubbling up in various corners of the room. Nicholas wandered over and plopped down next to you and Taylor on the oversized cushions.

It didn’t take long before the two of you were completely in sync, your bodies naturally gravitating toward each other. At one point, your legs were thrown casually over his lap, his hand resting on your calf as you both laughed about something Taylor had said. Later, he laid down with his head in your lap, and without thinking, you ran your fingers through his hair, feeling the soft strands slip between your fingers. When he sat back up, you leaned against his shoulder, his arm brushing against yours, the closeness sparking something you couldn’t ignore.

At some point, Barbara’s husband asked Nicholas to help bring in some of the grilling supplies left outside. He reluctantly got up, leaving you and Taylor alone.

Taylor didn’t waste a second, leaning in with a grin so wide it practically split her face. “This is happening! I knew it!” she whispered excitedly.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t suppress your smile. “Okay, fine, it’s happening. But don’t make it weird.”

Taylor waved you off. “When he gets back, we should all head out—leave you two alone to keep this momentum going.”

You were about to agree when your phone buzzed. It was a text from Nicholas.

Nicholas:

Hey, I think someone left their purse outside. Is it yours?

You frowned, intrigued, but got up to check it out. You told Taylor you’d be right back and headed down the hallway toward the kitchen, which led to the back patio.

But just as you passed the guest bathroom, a hand reached out and gently grabbed your arm, pulling you inside.

Before you could even react, the door clicked shut behind you, and you found yourself pressed against it, your back meeting the cool wood. Nicholas was standing inches away, his chest brushing against yours with each shallow breath. His eyes bore into yours, warm and intense, and you could feel the heat radiating off him in the confined space.

Your voice low and teasing, “That was a pretty smart text. Almost convincing.”

His lips curved into that familiar smirk, and he leaned in just enough for you to feel his breath on your skin. “You’re right,” he admitted, his voice rough and dripping with confidence. “I do like the chase.”

Before you could respond, his hands slid to your hips, pulling you flush against him. The weight of his body pressed into yours, and you felt his grip tighten as your shoulder blades pressed into the door.

Your arms instinctively draped over his shoulders, your fingers brushing against the nape of his neck. For a moment, you just stared into his eyes, the air between you charged with anticipation.

“Well?” you said, your voice sly and challenging. “You gonna keep me waiting, or…?”

That was all it took. Nicholas closed the distance, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was slow and hypnotic, his mouth soft and deliberate as he explored yours. It was the kind of kiss that made the world around you disappear, leaving only the two of you in the haze of each other’s touch.

His hands slid from your hips to cup your face, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. When he finally broke away to trail his lips down your jawline to your neck, your breath hitched. He seemed to know exactly where to go, instinctively finding the spots that made your pulse race, kissing and biting gently at your skin.

Your hands tightened on his shoulders, your body arching into him as he pressed his lips to the sensitive curve of your neck. The intensity of the moment was almost overwhelming, but you didn’t want it to stop.

Your hands slid up the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as if spurring him on, pulling him closer. Nicholas groaned softly against your lips, his hands tightening on your hips as the kiss deepened, each movement deliberate and consuming. He kissed you like he didn’t want to let go, his lips moving against yours in a rhythm that left you breathless.

His fingers brushed the strings of your bikini top, his touch lingering as if asking for permission. When you didn’t pull away, he gently tugged, the fabric slipping from your shoulders and falling effortlessly between you. He broke the kiss, his hands still resting at your waist, and leaned back just slightly to look at you.

The way his eyes widened, drinking in the sight of you, made your heart race. It wasn’t just lust—it was awe, the kind that made you feel worshiped under his gaze. “Fuck,” he murmured, his voice low and almost reverent. “I knew your body was insane, but…”

You didn’t even have time to laugh or respond because he leaned forward, taking your hard nipple into his mouth. His lips latched on, a low moan escaping as he suckled softly. His tongue flicked against the sensitive peak, sending shivers down your spine, and your hands instinctively found their way into his hair, fingers tangling as you held him close.

Nicholas alternated between gentle licks and firmer sucks, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His free hand trailed over your other breast, his thumb brushing across your other nipple with deliberate slowness, amplifying the heat building in your core.

You let out a soft whimper, your back arching as his mouth worked you over. The sound seemed to spur him on, and his hand tightened on your waist, pulling you even closer as if he wanted to devour every inch of you.

When he finally released your nipple with a soft pop, his eyes locked onto yours. They were dark with desire, a slight smirk playing on his lips as if he was proud of the effect he had on you.

You didn’t let him have the upper hand for long. Sliding your hands to his jaw, you pulled him up, your lips crashing into his in a kiss that was equal parts fiery and tender. As your mouths moved together, you guided him toward the counter, taking control of the moment.

With his back pressed against the edge of the countertop, you broke the kiss, your lips brushing his ear, he took a sharp inhale that had a hiss to it. “You want me to take care of you baby?” You whispered, your tone playful but laced with promise.

Nicholas let out a soft laugh, he tried to play it cool but he was too weak to actually speak. Completely wowed by your dominance, his breath catching as you kissed lower, leaving a trail of heat in your wake.

Your confidence grew with each reaction you pulled from him, his head tilting back as your mouth explored him. His hands gripped the edge of the counter, his knuckles white as you kissed down his torso, feeling the taut muscles beneath your lips.

When you dropped to your knees in front of him, his breath hitched, and his gaze snapped down to meet yours. The anticipation in his eyes was undeniable, his lips parted as he watched your every move with a hunger that sent a thrill through you.

Your fingers toyed with the hem of his trunks, your lips pressing soft, teasing kisses along his hips before you slowly tugged the fabric down. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, his arousal impossible to ignore. The sight of him made your pulse race, but you kept your composure, wrapping your hand around him and planting soft, deliberate kisses on his tip.

Each kiss sent a shiver through him, his body tensing under your touch. His breathing grew heavier, and you could feel his restraint slipping with every press of your lips. When you finally took him into your mouth, his head fell back instantly, a deep, guttural groan escaping his lips.

His chocolate-brown hair, still slick from the pool and rain, framed his face as he clenched his jaw, struggling to hold himself together. Your movements were deliberate, your head bobbing with a rhythm that drove him wild. Each time your tongue swirled over him, his moans grew louder, his resolve to stay quiet crumbling.

“Y/N,” he groaned, your name tumbling from his lips before he quickly covered his mouth with one hand, muffling the sound. The sight of him trying so hard to keep control only spurred you on.

When the pressure became too much, his hand slid to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he guided you with slow, calculated thrusts. His hips bucked gently into you, each movement precise as he tried not to lose himself completely.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he murmured, his voice rough and breathy.

You glanced up at him, your eager eyes meeting his dazed, pleasure-filled ones. The vulnerability in his gaze made you feel powerful, and when he saw the look on your face, his lips curled into a weak smile.

“Just like that, baby,” he cooed, his voice breaking slightly as he tightened his grip on your hair. “Keep that pretty mouth open for me.”

Just then, he pushed himself to the black of your throat, keeping your head there until you gagged a little, pushing off of him. He leaned down to kiss you, gently slapping your face, “good girl”.

Nicholas helped you to your feet, his lips crashing onto yours in a deep, hungry kiss before he turned you around. You caught your reflection in the mirror, his eyes devouring you, and felt a rush as he slowly slid down your bikini bottoms.

He dropped to his knees, hands gripping your ass as he began to lap at you from behind. The sensation made your knees tremble, and when his tongue flicked over your sensitive nerves, you couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped you. Your back arched instinctively, and you moved your hips, grinding against his face as he held you steady, his grip firm on your hips.

His lips wrapped around you, sucking gently, and you gasped his name, desperate for more. "Please, Nick, fuck me— I want you so bad," you begged, your voice ragged with need. He didn’t hesitate, his tongue more insistent, more eager.

A finger slipped inside, but as the pressure built, you felt yourself on the edge. "Nick, I’m gonna cum... please!" you cried out.

In one swift motion, he rose, positioning himself behind you. As he slid inside, a sharp breath left his lips, the tightness and warmth surrounding him almost too much. He slapped your ass, the sound echoing through the room as he began thrusting slowly, deliberately, making sure you felt every inch of him.

"You’re so fucking tight," he murmured, the words sending a shiver through your spine.

"Fuck, you’re so wet," he groaned, his pace picking up, his hands now gripping you tighter.

"You feel so good, baby," Nicholas continued, his praises falling from his lips, each one spurring you on.

Every time you dipped your head in pleasure, he tugged at your hair, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. "Look at yourself, baby girl. Look how good you look taking me."

The sound of your bodies meeting filled the bathroom, and you couldn’t help but wonder how no one heard you. But it didn’t matter— it only fueled the fire inside you. With each thrust, you arched deeper, matching his pace, your body consumed by the pleasure.

You found yourself in control of the situation as you thew yourself into Nicholas, he thre his hands up surrendering to your will. He moaned out while you braced yourself on the counter to continue your pace.

You gripped the edge of the counter, using it for leverage as you set the pace. Your back arched even more, alternating between consistent movements and then pulling back, just to take him all the way in. You pushed your hips back, forcing him deeper inside, making him groan in response.

“Fuck, baby... you’re so fucking nasty, I love it,” Nicholas breathed, his arms wrapping around your torso as his pace picked up.

His hands slid from your waist to your hips, his grip tightening. With a sudden, forceful pull, he yanked you back against him, taking control, and in one smooth motion, he began to set the pace himself.

You gasped, unable to stop the way your body reacted, completely at his mercy. His thrusts were hard and fast, each one driving you forward, your hands struggling to stay steady on the counter as the force of his movements pushed you closer to the edge.

“You like that, don’t you?” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “You like me taking control.”

You couldn’t help but moan in response, your body giving in to his every move. “Yes, Nick... fuck, yes,” you panted.

His pace grew frantic as he increased the pressure, his hands gripping your hips to steady you as he fucked you harder. His breathing became more ragged, his movements more desperate as he chased his own release.

“Fuck, baby... I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, his voice strained, and you could feel the tension building in his body.

With one final, deep thrust, Nicholas pushed you over the edge. He came inside you with a low, guttural moan, his body tensing as he emptied himself. You followed close behind, your body trembling in ecstasy as you felt him finish, both of you catching your breath in the aftermath.

He stayed inside you for a moment, his hands still gripping your hips as he tried to steady himself. Slowly, he pulled out, his lips brushing the back of your neck in a tender kiss as he whispered, talked you down.

[cyber333angel]

MASTERLIST !

• OUTER BANKS •

jj maybank-

morning with jj drabble

mechanic!jj

sucking jj off

camboy!jj

eyes on me

periods with jj

overstimulating jj

jj mood board

seeing them off to work

sitting on jj’s face

rafe cameron -

frat!rafe mood board

spread your legs

size kink

rough!rafe + headlock

tapping out

making it up to you

rafe x reader x barry

step!bro rafe

needy for rafe

fluff/sitting on his lap

somno with rafe

stepbro!rafe who

hate sex with rafe

drugdealer!rafe

pretty pink butt plug

eyes on me

glasses kink with rafe

seeing them off to work

sugardaddy!rafe

rafe spanking you

water sports with rafe

older brothers best friend rafe

rafe x spoiled!reader x barry

rafe and barry putting it in at the same time

car s*x

john b. routledge-

john b asking care of sick!reader

pope heyward-

pope p*links

• WOLVERINE •

logan howlett -

logan x sweetheart!reader

always touching

more logan x farmersdaughter!reader

coquette!reader x logan moodboard

lumberjack!logan x farmersdaughter!reader

brushing logans hair

older!logan x girly!reader

somono with wolverine

older!logan x jamaican!reader

logan x drunk reader

older!logan x reader

brat tamer!logan

gothic girl x logan moodboard

minecraft with logan

dress to impress with logan

nsfw & sfw alphabet

hyperfem!reader x logan

lumberjack!logan x reader moodboard

p*links of logan pt2

p*links of logan + wade

want to hear you

step-dad!logan

logan x samoan!reader

website p*links

p*links of logan pt4

logan eating you out

logan x plus-size!reader

older!logan x latina reader

plushie

older!logan howlett x south asian!reader

girly reader x logan moodboard

blow off steam

baby with logan hc

dolled up for bedtime

p*links of logan pt3

• THE LAST OF US •

ellie williams-

ellie williams + her strap + praise

twitter p*links

abby anderson-

abby anderson + her fingers

twitter p*links

abby x virgin!reader

abby x housewife!reader

• ARCANE •

sevika-

sevika and kitties

twitter p*links

sevika + ice play

don’t move, hold still

sevika x camgirl!reader

more p*links part 2

violet-

don’t move, hold still

• VARIOUS ANIMES •

toji fushiguro-

dadsbestfriend!toji x virginblack!reader

toji mood board

toji taking care of sick!reader

riding toji

nanami kento-

nanami mood board

married!nanami x married!reader

• MISCELLANEOUS •

blackdolly!reader moodboard

richie fingering you

kenji sato fingering you

clark kent x reader

gambit p*links

p*rn links for various characters

nicholas chavez p*links

[nicholaschavezobsessed]

I Need a Doctor

dr. charlie mayhew x plus size f! reader

18+ MDNI

warnings: cursing, suggestive language, patient in coma, not proofread.

word count: 1,219

should i write a part 2?????? ( i have started on pt. 2 it was supposed to be finished today but i have to delay due to a pet emergency. but it will be out this week ! )

pt 2 here ^^

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As soon as you received the call, you hurried to the hospital, pushing past the nurses who were trying to stop you from storming into the patient's room. Your hand immediately catches hers as you fall beside her bed, tears streaming down your cheeks. All eyes were on you, a mess on the floor beside your sister's bed, the room falling silent except the beeping of the monitor.

After a few seconds past, seconds really feeling like minutes, you glance up at the curious eyes focused on you. You stand up, clearing your throat, wiping the mess of tears off your face. “How is my sister doing?” you mumble quietly as you look at the doctor.

He sighs softly to himself as he runs his hands through his hair and looks down at the ground to avoid your focused stare. "Since someone dumped her off here last night, she hasn't progressed. The bright side is that we were fortunate to reach her at that time, or otherwise." You glance at your sister's condition again, your body churning with rage as she lies there, unconscious.

You move from her side to stand in front of the doctor, your finger accusingly piercing his chest, glaring at him as his words reverberate in your mind. "What are you not doing more of? Is there nothing else you can do? Your tone a mixture of sadness and anger.

You are brought back down a level by his powerful hands gripping your shoulders. "Y/n, we are doing everything we can, I promise.” You were shaken out of your thoughts by his gentle yet firm tone. Your finger slides off his chest as you let out a sigh. “I'm sorry, but she's all I have. I can’t lose her too.” You shake your head as your hands rub against your face, pushing your glasses slightly up.

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An hour later

After gathering your composure, you find yourself sitting in the cafeteria, eyes bloodshot red as you sip the coffee you don’t even remember fixing. Ever since the hospital called you, everything has been a blur, you’re not even entirely sure how you managed to drive here. Your eyes flutter shut, thoughts erratically running through your head, wondering how this even happened. There’s no way your sister just fell and hit her head.

You're startled out of your thoughts by the sound coming from the chair opposite from you. The physician who was responsible for your sister's treatment ended up across from you. You eventually glance him over, no longer consumed by rage. His eyes are piercing brown, and his hair is unkempt and deep brown. He clasps his hands together in front of you, a smile spreading across his lips.

“How are you feeling y/n?” a solemn tone to his voice as his eyes never once leave yours. You look into the now-cold coffee in your hands and shrug your shoulders. “I don't know if my sister will ever come out of her coma. So, tell me, Dr. Mayhew, how do you think I’m feeling." You scowl at him, the sarcasm leaking from your lips.

He throws up his hands, a laugh escaping his lips. “Sorry, I was just checking on you…” he utters softly, causing you to slightly crack a smile. “My apologies, Dr. Mayhew” you mumble the last part as you inspect his name badge. “It’s just…. hard to know that the only person you have left is in that state.” You take a deep breath and run your unsteady fingers over your hair. With a comforting hand on your shoulder, he pulls his chair closer. His eyes are fixed on you as he fades off, "I understand, I wish there was more I could do for you." You swiftly shuffle in your chair, turning your body to his.

"Not to burden you with all of this." Holding a hand between you, he interrupts you. "Go ahead; this is just a part of the job." His tone of voice has a tinge of sincerity mixed with sternness. "Well, my brother, sister, and I were the only ones growing up. It's terrible that my brother no longer speaks with us, but that isn't the point. Despite our age difference, my sister and I have always been close. The idea of her leaving my life is unbearable; we've been through everything together, so I never really envisioned it. Was she perfect? God no. But she’s all I have, and I’ll be damned if she leaves me.” You finally glance up, his eyes locked on you, causing your cheeks to flush.

His hand squeezes your shoulder, a soft smile placed on his lips. “I promise you; she’ll be okay. I will do everything I can.”

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Days turn into weeks, your sister still not showing any sign of getting better, but no sign of getting worse either. Each day without fail, Dr. Mayhew was there to comfort you in the cafeteria, always turning your sad days into bearable ones.

"So, Dr. Mayhew, tell me." He swiftly cuts you off. "Please, call me Charlie." You clear your throat, your voice slightly wavering. "So Charlie, tell me, do you do this with all your patients loved ones?" He leans back in the chair, glancing you over carefully, paying extra attention to the way your pants cling to your thick thighs. "Only the ones I think deserve the consoling."

"Oh? So, you think I'm worthy, Charlie?" As you see him observing you, you draw closer to him, your breath catching in your throat. His gaze gently moves up your body, taking in your voluptuous, thick waist. "Yeah, I think your worthy." You stand up and tug at the cloth that is stuck to your thighs as the room seems suddenly heated. "Excuse me." Without even glancing back at him, you dash to the closest restroom. You try to cool yourself by splashing water on your face while resting your glasses on the sink's edge. Wondering what the fuck is wrong with you, your hands resting on your plump cheeks. "He's your sister's doctor; you can't think like this." You place your glasses back on, images of him hovering over you, white shirt unbuttoned, that gold cross necklace dangling from him. You push those thoughts in the back of your mind as your swing the door open and step out, the cool air hitting you suddenly blocked as you connect with someone's body.

"Fuck, I am so sorry." You scramble over your apologetic words before a hand comes to rest under your chin, lifting your head to look at them. "If you wanted to be against me, all you had to do was ask." Charlie, smirked down at you, watching the color rise to your cheeks.

You stammer, over your words before backing up, gently pressing yourself against the bathroom door. "Charlie...." With cautious approach, he places his hands on either side of your head to stop you from moving. He leans down, lips grazing against your cheeks, causing everything else to fade away leaving only him and you in this moment. "Say the word and I'll leave right now, because I won't be able to control myself around you if you keep looking at me like that." His words send shivers down your spine, your breathing quickening as you consider his words. Fuck it.

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Late Night Kisses.

Disclaimer: I am not a writer! This is my first piece of work, so I hope it's good!

Warnings: swearing, suggestive language and actions (lol) fluff.

Nicholas Chavez x fem!plus sized reader

The moonlight shines in through the blinds, illuminating you and your boyfriend's uncovered legs tangled together. Your eyes slowly flutter open, your head instantly snapping towards the man sleeping peacefully next to you. You move in closer, hand gently caressing the exposed half of his face, a smile forming on his face before opening his eyes.

"You're staring again..." he mumbles softly as he shifts closer to you. "Well, it is a nice sight to wake up to," you laugh softly as Nicholas's hands find their way to your hips, pulling you closer to him.

"It's me that should be staring then." He buries his face in the crook of your neck, gently pressing kisses to your skin. A sigh escapes your lips as you lean your head back slightly, exposing your neck more to him. "Nicholas...." Your voice trails off as he gently grazes his teeth against your collarbone, shivers running down your spine.

He sits up, hands sliding down to your waist, a lazy grin on his lips as he throws the covers over himself. His soft kisses leading a trail down your body, paying extra attention to your thighs. "God, you're so fucking perfect."

Your hands tangle in his hair, gently giving it a tug as he nips at your skin. "Guess neither of us are going back to sleep." A giggle escaping your lips as you toss the blankets off the both of you, his eyes darting up to meet yours, a smirk evident on his lips as he traces your curves.

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Dating Nicholas Chavez would include:

🎀•🎀•🎀•🎀•🎀•🎀•🎀•🎀•🎀•🎀•🎀•🎀

( I'm not much of a writer... let me know if you enjoyed this!)

~ FOREHEAD KISSES. gives them to you anytime he sees you even if he’s walked away and back for 5 seconds. loves them.

~ This man LOVES when you play in his hair, especially if it means he gets to lay between your legs

~ Picnic dates. This man goes out of his way to always plan a picnic date to take in nature and be at peace with you. It's one of his favorite escapes from the camera.

~ THIGHSSSS. This man absolutely adores your thick thighs. One of his favorite things about you.

~ One thing about him.... he is rarely ever serious. Be prepared to always be hunched over in laughter. He loves LOVES making you smile and laugh. (we love seeing his smile too though with his beautiful teeth.... anyways)

~ (As a plus size reader myself, I have my days when I'm not confident) When you're feeling insecure, he will kiss every single part of your body, repeating how much he worships you and how perfect you are.

~ Be prepared to listen to him sing Milli Vanilli 24/7. Ever since filming monsters he is constantly singing their songs. You guys can be laying in bed, enjoying each other's company and he’ll bust out in song, resulting in a pillow to his face. (can you picture it like i can AHHH such a cute moment in my brain)

~ (This one is for my readers who wear glasses like meeeee) This man loves to steal and wear your glasses even though they hurt his eyes. Loves taking pictures with them because they make his eyes so huge.

~ Loves to trace his fingers across your thighs while he admires them. (THIGH MAN)

~ Squishes your cheeks together even though you hate it because he just loves your chunky cheeks. (get your mind out the gutterrrr)

~ Always has his hands around your waist everywhere you go.

~ Literally worships the ground you walk on. (as he should)

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A Cozy December Night

I finally wrapped up my first semester, so I am back in action!

Enjoy this short little blurb I've had on my mind since November :)

word count: 581

warnings: very fluffy

Tonight was nothing special, just a normal night spent with your boyfriend, except it was December 1st. The fireplace crackled, heat radiating from it as the flames illuminated the two of you sitting on the floor of the living room.

"I swear, every year the lights get more and more tangled when you take them out." You mumble under your breath, attempting to detangle the strand of multicolored lights that sit in front of you. Your boyfriend's laughter echoes in the room as he takes over light duty. "Why don't you let me deal with these and you put the hooks on the ornaments?" Nicholas's hands brush against yours, a smile on his face as he happily takes the pile of lights from you. A huff leaving your lips as you watch him effortlessly turn the ball of mess into strung out strands of lights ready to be placed around the tree. "Those lights have something against me." He playfully rolls his eyes, standing to wrap the lights around the tree. "Maybe you just don't have the magical touch like I do." He shoots you a wink, maneuvering around the tree. You admire him and how the colorful lights illuminate his radiant smile. He knew winter was your favorite time of the year, the Christmas lights, the snow, the vibes alone. You abandon the task of preparing the ornaments; you rock back and forth on your heels, patiently waiting for Nicholas to finish up.

A few minutes later, he takes a step back, admiring his work. "Damn, I'm good. Matter of fact, I think I'll quit acting and put lights on trees for a living." A goofy grin takes over his face as you burst out in laughter. "And I'll be your manager." You rest your head against him, his arm finding its way around your waist. The only sound being the crackling of the fire. The smell of the pine tree, engulfing the room, was your favorite scent. Nothing brings you more joy than times like these, so simple yet so intimate. Nicholas leans down, planting a kiss on your temple as he pulls you closer. "How about I make us some hot chocolate while we take a break, my little hard worker?" You look up at him while he thinks on it, looking at the tree and back at you. "I think my hard work calls for hot chocolate! "You playfully smack his shoulder as you make your way to the kitchen, humming softly as you reach up for the two red mugs with snowflakes covering them. You set them on the counter along with marshmallows, whipped cream, and candy canes when two arms wrap around you, a warm body pressing against you.

The familiar scent of pine and sandalwood overpowering your nostrils. "Someone's a bit impatient, aren't they?" He hums in response, reaching over to grab a marshmallow. "What can I say? I'm dying to get my hands on this hot chocolate after my hard day of work." He pretends to wipe sweat off his forehead as he tosses a marshmallow in his mouth. "You, my darling, are very dramatic." You stroll over to him, placing the warm cup in his hands. "But, only the best for my hardworking man." You lean up, placing a kiss on his cheek before making your way back to the living room, with your boyfriend trailing right behind you, ready to curl up on the couch, leaving the tree unattended till tomorrow.

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HIIIIIII

First I wanna say I love your work and give you all my support

So I was thinking a husband!father Charlie x wife!reader (cause I saw in a fic that apparently priest can stay married if they got married before they became priest but hey I dunno girl I ain’t Christian😭) and like reader work at the diner where Megan and Charlie goes to eat in episode 2 and reader is really jealous of Megan and hate her (she don’t hide it from Charlie) because she’s supposed to be a nun but she’s still drooling over Charlie.

This is all I got because it’s been in my late night fake scenarios for WEEKS but I always called asleep before fixing an end😭

Love ya kiss kiss💗🫶

Jealous Girl (Father Charlie x wife reader)

warnings: language, implied actions

wordcount: 1.1k

authors note: I enjoyed writing this one. Thank you for the support!!! VERY appreciated love! I hope this is similar to what you were wanting! Let me know if you want a pt. 2!!

You never gave much thought to your future. Your mind was fixated on one thing and one thing only: Charlie Mayhew and his damn charm. From the very moment you laid eyes on him, he completely consumed me. He is the one thing that managed to make you think about the future; you'd be more than just a waitress at the simple diner in your town; you'd be his wife, and that was something you made sure of. One thing you didn't count on? Your personal trainer husband becoming a priest. It wasn't an easy change; you weren't really a religious person, so you didn't really understand his calling, but you supported him the best you could.

(Present day)

It was a normal day in the diner, not completely empty but not completely full. Nothing really caught your eye until the bell jingled, signaling a customer walking in; you ruffled down your uniform, putting on your customer service smile. "Welcome in..." You trail off, soaking in the person in front of you. Dressed in black and white, full-on nun attire with her phone glued to her hand. You quickly clear your throat, realizing you had stared a bit too long. "Welcome in Sister. Would you prefer a seat at the counter or in a booth?" She takes a second, glancing between the booth and the counter. "A booth please. I'm meeting someone; face to face seems better." She flashes you an awkward smile, waiting for you to lead the way. "Of course, right this way." You grab two menus, thoughts clawing at your brain. Who could she be meeting? More nuns? Not really something the diner sees a lot. Truckers? Yes. Nuns? No. You lead her to her booth, placing a menu in front of and across from her. You pull your pen from behind your ear and a notepad out as she slides into her spot, eyes bouncing from me to the door. "Can I get you started with something to drink?" Her eyes dart to you, "A water would be fine, thank you." You nod, beaming her a smile before walking off.

The sound of chitter fills your ears as you make your way behind the counter, huffing to yourself as you fix her water. Another one of your customers at the counter flag you down for a refill. You top off their coffee before sauntering off back to the nun's booth with her water and your notepad at the ready. "Can I get you something to eat while you wait, hun?" She moves a strand of blonde, curly hair from her eyes as she shakes her head. "I'll wait for the father to arrive; I don't want to seem rude, but could I change out my water for a root beer when you take my order?" You nod, stashing away your notepad. "Just holler when you need me!" You wipe down a table passing the time, humming to yourself when the doorbell jingles again. You look back in curiosity, only to see your husband. You bite the inside of your cheek, a nasty habit when you're worried. You abandon the task at hand, rushing to your husband, worried something could be wrong. "Hey, is everything okay?" You bite your lip nervously as his face scrunches into confusion. "Everything's fine? Why wouldn't it be?" You exhaled deeply, shoulders dropping as the worry melted away. "Sorry, love, I just wasn't expecting a visit from you today. He shakes his head, eyes glancing behind you. You turn your head to meet what had his attention. Ah, the nun. "She's been waiting for you, father." The word comes out harsher than you expected, catching him off guard. He places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, gently giving it a squeeze. "I'm just here to go over a story she wrote for the paper. She's been bringing in a lot more people to my sermons. You hum in response as you lead him to her booth, ready to take their order. "We'll both take the burger and fries." She answers for the both of them; you jot it down and walk off. You place the ticket in the window, your eyes never leaving their table.

You crossed your arms over your chest, your jaw tightening as your gaze followed their every movement. You knew you had nothing to worry about; she's a nun, but something in you just couldn't help it. You knew your husband was good-looking. His brown, styled-back hair, his piercing dark chocolate eyes that would make anyone melt, topped off with his perfect smile that could make your knees weak with one flash. His voice smooth like honey, you could just listen to him for hours, and below those robes was a perfect body. He truly was just perfect. Your hands fall to your side as you watch her flirt with him, him laughing and flashing that perfect smile. Your fists balled up at your sides, the tension in your knuckles betraying your calm demeanor. But duty calls, and their order is ready. You bring out the hot plates, interrupting the two of them so tangled up in their conversation. "Will that be all for you, sister? Father." You put on a fake smile, so hard you thought you might squeeze out your eyes. "No, this is perfect." You give her a nod and walk off, not acknowledging your husband. You have to remind yourself not to worry; he's married to you. Charlie was your strength, but also your weakness. You refuse to lose him.

You try to distract yourself by finishing up your shift; as soon as the clock strikes four, you toss off your apron and storm out of the diner, not even giving him a second glance. He knew he was in for it when he got home. You pull up to your home, nothing fancy; walking in you toss your keys on the counter and toss off your uniform, slipping into a robe. Time to decompress the day away until you hear a car screech into your driveway. Fuck. Charlie storms in, nose flared as he stalks towards you. You cross your arms, staring him down, daring him to say something stupid. "She's a fucking nun, Y/N. She has vows to honor." You take a step towards him, placing your pointer finger against his chest. "Yeah? Did you see the way she was looking at you, practically eye-fucking you? Just because she's a nun doesn't mean she wouldn't think about it." His jaw clenches as you stare at him, not giving in easily this time. He stares down at you, eyes piercing into your soul, when his hand reaches up, gripping your jaw. "I'm going to fix this little problem of yours, yeah?" His voice soft, the embodiment of calm. You raise your brows, a smirk tugging at your lips. "On your knees, now." Without a second thought, you slowly fall down to your knees; he leans down, his grip never leaving your jaw. His thumb pulls down your bottom lip, hunger burning with every touch. "Such a jealous fucking girl. I'm going to show you; I'm all yours."

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I Love the Rain

warnings: cursing, suggestive language/thoughts

wordcount: 855

authors note: something sweet and simple since it was storming here today!

You stepped outside, the humidity fogging up your glasses; it was the one thing you hated about having glasses. You pull them off, wiping them against your sweater. It was an unusually dark day, the clouds brewing something big, something nasty. You continue walking, your vision completely blurred, but you knew the way to the coffee shop like the back of your hand, but what you didn't take into account was the amount of people on the sidewalk, trying to make it to their destination and beat the rain.

Still wiping away your lens, damn the humidity, you think to yourself, stumbling along the way, trying to dodge the blurred figures the best you could. What felt like years later, they finally adjust, no longer fogging up, but as soon as you slip them on, you bump into something solid, more specifically someone's very solid chest. "Fuck, I am so sorry!" I mumble quickly, mentally kicking myself in the ass. A soft rumble comes from the person's chest, how embarrassing, I think to myself as they laugh. You take a step back, glancing up at the person you ran into. Shit. This man was something straight out of a book. Tall, gorgeous, brown hair, piercing eyes, and a smile that could light up the whole damn town. "No need to apologize, I wasn't exactly paying much attention either." He trails off, his hand ruffling up his perfectly laid out brown hair, brown hair that needs a good, rough tug. You toss your hand in the air carelessly, "Really, it was on me, I hadn't had my glasses on yet, this weather just wants me to cause some chaos. " You clear your throat to stop yourself from rambling on, yet your mouth seems to have a mind of its own. "How about I buy you a coffee, or tea? Whatever you want to drink, it's on me." Your thoughts flood in, hoping he doesn't reject the offer.

He flashes that smile, sending a throb between your legs. What can I say? His smile just has that effect. "Ah, how can I say no to that?" His words slip out like honey. Without a second thought, you start heading in the direction of your original destination. The streets emptied out as the sky got darker, if that was even possible. Thunder rumbled out, almost as if the sky was pissed off. "So... uh, I didn't catch your name..." He trails off, glancing at you, waiting for an answer. "Y/N.. you?" You keep walking, hoping to beat the rain. "Nicholas, so where were you in such a rush that you just so happened to bump into me?" He questioned, a hint of playfulness in his voice. "Well, I was on my way to the coffee shop, but someone just so happened to be in my way." You tease, cursing yourself as you feel the drops hitting the top of your head. "You've got to be shitting me." As soon as the words escape your lips, almost as if on cue, the clouds open up, releasing a downpour. Well, there goes my morning, you huff loudly, the cold rain pelting the both of you. His hand reaches down for yours, pulling you down the street with him. "You know the more we run, the more wet we'll get?" You yell over the booming thunder, giggling in the back of your mind at your choice of words. "Trying to get us out of the rain!" He wipes his face as we dodge people trying to find somewhere dry.

You try to keep up with his long strides, your grip slipping on his hand the more the rain comes down. It gets harder and harder to see, barely visible five feet ahead of you, until the sight of an awning catches your eyes, despite the water droplets coating the lens. "There, to your right!" He quickly looks over, finally taking notice of the awning. He pulls the both of you under, his chest heaving up and down. "Fuck, I did not expect it to come down like this." He mumbles quietly as he takes in the sight of the streets flowing with water. "I didn't either, or else I would've just stayed in bed." You rolled your eyes as you run your hands down your soaked clothes. A mischievous glint shines in his eyes as he faces you. "Come on now, you can't tell me that wasn't exciting? Running down the streets, in the pouring rain at that, with a stranger?" Your mood lightens a bit the more you think about the events that just occurred. "A bit romantic if you think about it." His voice lowers as he steps closer to you, your heart beating wildly out of your chest. "Yeah..." His voice barely above a whisper as his eyes glance over you hungrily. You take a step closer, your cheeks burning bright red. This is definitely not how you expected your morning coffee run to go. He leans down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. "I love the rain..." You mumble against his lips, causing him to smile.

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I Need a Doctor pt 3

part 1 and part 2 "I Need a Doctor" linked at the end !

word count: 2,221

warnings: cursing, lots of fluff, suggestive language.

1 Day later.....

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It's 11:00a.m.; time feels as if it's moving at the rate of molasses. You pace around your room, constantly stepping over the pile of outfits thrown to the ground. You knew you needed to be ready by twelve, but your nerves were making you a complete wreck. You didn't even fully understand why you were so nervous; he's already seen you naked, so what's the worst that can happen with your clothes on? Still, you paced around, picking up each piece of clothing and staring at it, not really knowing what to wear, suddenly being stirred from your daze as your alarm filled up the silence that was consuming the room. Shit. How did thirty minutes even slip by? You drop to your knees, shuffling through the pile until you settle on a knee-length long-sleeve black dress that hugged your curves just right. You slip your shoes on, rushing out the door.

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You arrive at the hospital, nerves jumbled even more than before if that was possible. You step out of your car, fixing your hair one last time as you head for the doors. You walk in, immediately greeting the lady at the desk. "Looking for Dr. Mayhew, I assume?" A small smile on her lips as she raises her head to look at you. You had been there the past month, day in and day out, to be there for your sister, but as the days went on, you also looked forward to talking with Charlie. "That would be correct." You mumble a bit flustered as she points her finger to the right. "Down the hall, take a left, and his office is the third door down there." With a quick nod and a quiet thank you, you slowly make your way down the hall, your stomach in knots as you make the turn, his office coming into view. You stand in front of his door, contemplating driving right back home. What if this was a mistake? No. You weren't going to back down; if this didn't work out, you wouldn't regret it; it was the best thing to happen in a while, and you wouldn't let your own doubts get in the way. You knock on his door; a small "Come in." calls out from behind the door. You slowly peek in his office, glancing around curiously. His head perks up, a smile immediately flashing on his lips. That damn smile that lights up the room. You suck in a deep breath as you step fully into the room, the door softly shutting behind you.

"I was getting you worried you weren't going to show." He slowly stands up, stretching before walking over to you. "Trust me, I debated it.." You laugh nervously as his eyes scan over you, taking in the black dress you put on in a hurry. "You look absolutely beautiful for someone who was planning on ditching me." He shoots you a wink as his arm snakes around your waist, his other hand reaching for the door. "Well, I did promise you lunch, so let's go before they stick me with more paperwork." You both make your way down the hall, the buzz of people frantically moving all around the both of you filling your ears. He says his goodbyes to the ladies at the front desk, leading you out of the automatic doors and into the parking lot. The gust of wind hits your face, sending your hair flying back. As you pull your hair from your face, cursing yourself for wearing lip gloss on such a windy day, the feeling of his arm pulling away pulls you out of your thoughts. You glance up at him, his white coat now being shed and tossed over his shoulder. "Who are you and what have you done with my doctor?" You gasp dramatically as he rolls his eyes, his arm finding its way back around you. "Ahh, out here I'm just Charlie, but a little begging and I'll be your doctor anytime." A smirk tugs on his lips as you gently smack his arm. You both resume walking, curiosity filling your head as you wonder where he's taking you. The howling of the wind and the soft sounds of your shoes hitting the pavement are all that you can make out as you make your way to his car. This was getting too real. You could still run for it, although he might chase after you. You both stop as you approach his car, the passenger door already being held open for you. "A doctor and a gentleman? Wow, how did I get so lucky?" You tease as you slide into the car, your back hitting the warm leather seats. While the door closes behind you, he opens the door to the backseat, slipping his white coat in and trading it for a black leather coat. He slips in the driver's seat, fiddling with the AC as he backs out of the parking lot.

Your hand rests under your chin as he drives you both to the mystery lunch. Your eyes trailing every inch of him, truly taking the time to admire him. The way the leather jacket fits around his arms, those big arms there were above your head just the other day. His deep brain hair slicked back and tussled at the same time from the wind just moments before. His dark brown eyes focused heavily on the road. You wondered just what could be going through that head of his as you sit back in your seat, hands falling onto your lap as you stare out the window.

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The drive there was short, although it felt like ten years. The two of you enjoyed the silence, listening to the hum of the car as it made its way towards the restaurant. It was a small dinner, which didn't bother you. It's not like you expected a steak dinner on the first date. The parking lot was empty, which was surprising but also relieving as it gives you a bit more privacy. Your nerves slowly untangle as the door next to you opens, his hand already sticking out for you to take. You graciously take his hand in yours, carefully stepping out of the car. "It's nothing fancy, but it's my favorite place to unwind." Without thinking, your hand rests against his chest, you lock eyes with him. "Charlie, its perfect. I'm just happy to be away from hospital food." You lean into him, laughing softly as he shakes his head at you. You both walk in hand in hand, big smiles radiating off the two of you. The waitress smiles as she greets the both of you, directing you to a table in the back corner. "I'll be with you two cuties in a minute." She winks playfully as she walks away, causing you to blush as you take your seat across from Charlie.

Music played softly in the background as you stared at each other, both too nervous to speak. The waitress comes back, setting a cup of coffee in front of Charlie and a glass of water in front of you. "The usual for you, doctor; hope you don't mind." He shakes his head, his hand reaching out for his mug. "Never a bad time for coffee, Dolores." She pats his shoulder gently before heading in the direction of the bell ringing from the front door, signaling another customer finding their way here. "I don't really do dates..." You trail off for a second. "I'm more of a stay at home with a book and my dog." His eyes never once leave yours as you speak, curiosity plastered on his face. "I can't really say I do dates either; it's usually either saving lives or being buried in paperwork." Your eyes briefly scan him; how could this man not already be taken? He's fucking godly... and fucks godly. You didn't really want to tell him that you're sure the only reason dates don't happen for you is due to you being on the bigger side. Even though you have complete confidence in yourself, doubt still creeped in and seeped through the cracks. You push those thoughts out of your mind, not wanting to sour the mood. "Did you always want to be a doctor? Not that there's anything wrong with the profession; I just personally could never do it." Two plates get set down in the middle of the table, a burger and fries for him, tenders and fries for you. Quiet thank you's spoken at the same time. "Not always; I wanted to be a personal trainer, but I settled on being a doctor. Which I know isn't the thing you really settle on, but I wanted to save people. It was my calling." You raise a french fry to your mouth, listening attentively as he spoke. The passion oozing from his words, he really did care about his job. That much you observed this last month watching him care for patients and their loved ones each day. "But tell me about you; what was your calling?" You pulled out your phone, pulling up your camera roll, the endless pictures of your sketches popping up. "I am a fashion designer, not a big one but local. I work with a boutique near my house. As you can tell, I am definitely not a size two, and that makes it harder to find clothes. I know others struggle as well so I help make and design plus-sized clothes." You ramble on, flashing him a few of your sketches, your nerves melting further away as you talk about your job. "I think that's really fucking cool. In a way, you help people out on a day-to-day basis. Though honestly, I didn't expect you to be a fashion designer; you look more like a writer with those hot glasses." You felt your cheeks flush as his eyes focused on your glasses. "They kind of give off sexy librarian vibes, especially with your hair down." He laughs to himself as you bury your face in your hands. It wasn't a comparison you were used to hearing, but you didn't mind; you'd probably agree with anything that came from those angelic lips.

"To be fair, at some point I did want to be a librarian... I love a good book." You flash a cheeky smile as he lowers his head, laughing. "I don't think I'd ever leave the library if it meant I got to see you every day." You bite the inside of your cheek, holding back a smile as you roll your eyes. "You know, this is probably the most fun I've had in a while. I really do want to thank you for everything you've done." His voice lowers as he leans towards you. "Oh? I think you've done plenty to thank me, Y/N." The words leave his lips in a hushed tone. My god. How can one person be so fucking hot without even trying?

You laugh to yourself, definitely not forgetting the moment you two shared yesterday. "Trust me, that wasn't anything. Treat me right, and I'll rock your world." His head cocks to the side, curiosity glimmering in his eyes. Before he can say anything, the bill gets placed down in the middle of the table, and you both reach for it, fingertips gently brushing against each other. "I've got it; you've been too good to me." He shakes his head in disagreement, the check already being passed back to the waitress with his card stuck in. "I asked you to lunch, my treat, no if's ands or buts." You toss your hands up in surrender as he slides out of the booth. You follow behind him, a big goofy grin on your face as your hands slip around him, leaning against him as his arm rests around your shoulders. He just has this energy that pulls you in; it was hard to explain. You both walk up to the counter, his card being handed back to him. "See you tomorrow, Dr. Mayhew!" The waitress calls out as the door closes behind the two of you. Once again, you find yourself back in the passenger side of his car, feeling euphoric as you watch him slip into the driver seat.

He positions himself to look at you, but you're already looking at him. A glimmer of mischief in your eyes as you gaze at him. "Why don't you let me treat you, yeah?" You move yourself closer to the middle, your thighs pressing against the center console that separates the two of you. His hands reach over, cupping your cheeks, your head spinning as his hands grip tightly, possessively pulling you towards his lips. You break the gap between the two of you, your lips crashing against his hungrily, your hands wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Shit. The effect Charlie had on you needed to be studied, especially when in public. Before things get too heated, you pull away, taking his bottom lip between your teeth, a groan escaping his lips. "Let's take this somewhere else." He quickly starts up the car, backing out of the parking lot with ease. His lips red and swollen from just moments before, and it was only just the beginning.

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Taglist: @eddieslut69 @dzsr77 (you mentioned wanting a part 3 so I hope the wait was worth it!)

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I’m sorry for not getting to everyone’s requests !! I started my job and spring semester of college back to back 😭😭 I promise i’ll get to them as soon as I can !!

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so sorry for not posting 😭 it’s finals week for me… i should be back to posting after this week !

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in desperate need of a christmas fic with nicholas chavez.

👀👀 i’ll get right on that afterrr pt.3 to I Need a Doctor because i think everyone deserves to see how their date goes

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About me !

My name is Jasmine and I’m 20 years old !🎀

psychology major.🧠

i’m not much of a writer but i try!

currently obsessed with grotesquerie, chicago fire, gilmore girls, & nicholas chavez

i decided to start attempting to write because it’s hard to find plus size fics of my fav characters/people so here i am !

i do take requests and my inbox is always open !

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can I be added to your nicholas chavez taglist pls<333 btw do you follow back pls<333

i do ! and i sure can add you to the tag list! if anyone else would like to be added let me know !!!

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A Lazy Night With Nicholas Chavez

• A short one because college is STRESSING me.😭 but let me know what I should do next !

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~ When he gets home ( the one you share AHH 😗) he immediately crashes down on the couch and sighs.

~ After a few minutes he comes to find you in the kitchen, resting his chin on your shoulder. ( with his hands around your waist as ALWAYSS)

~ Always asks how your day way, he loves listening to you light up about your day even if it was uneventful.

~ His favorite thing to do is hop on the counter and watch you step between his legs, your hands cupping his face.😩😩

~ Loves to lay tangled in bed with you, always refusing to let you get out of bed. Each time you climb out his arms are snaking around you, pulling you back in.

~ Nights like these call for take-out with you both sprawled out in the couch together, talking and laughing up a storm.