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Jamie Fraser vs. Virginity
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Rated R, smut, unprotected sex, etc.
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You've found yourself submerged in Jamie Fraser's attention. A gentleman, he refuses to make you do anything you're not ready and willing to do. A few pails of ale and songs from the drunken crowd; you find yourself entangled in more than just his embrace. Will your virginity scare him off as he finally has the chance to get his hands on you alone?...
His back muscles strain as he hovers gently over your body. You feel him ready and willing against your inner thigh. Reaching up gently, you stroke softly; his spiky stubble along his cheek and exhale heavily as you stare into his deep blue eyes.
â(Y/N)â He groans low as he pants heavily still watching you squirm beneath him.
âI want youâŠand I'm readyâŠâ you tell him grinding your core up towards him with a deep breath and harsh swallow.
His lips meet yours again and you release all your body's tension beneath him as he closes the gap between the two of you. Your breath catches in your throat as he pulls away again. He strokes a stray piece of hair from your face as your chest heaves waiting for him to take you; to fully engulf himself within you.
Your core quivers as his hand runs down your check, neck, across your breasts and nipples; which are fully erect from his touch. His hand trails down the front of you; from your rib cage, down across your stomach. His hand inches slowly closer down towards your waist, across your soft mound, finally stopping at the aching entrance of your core.
âMmmmmâ He grumbles lowly into your ear, feeling your wetness against his fingertips.
You bite back a gasp in your mouth as his touch ignites a fire within you. His face meets yours again as he lines himself up with you. His pulsating cock twitching to feel your wet walls wrapped around him.
With your mouth a gap and his steady movements, his forehead meets your mouth and you wrap your arms around his neck as he gently begins pressing in against your soaking folds.
You groan out feeling him slide within you finally.
âJamie!â You cry feeling his tip enter you.
He holds back, making sure to take his time to slowly open you as he presses deeper.
He sucks at your throat as he presses deeper, one thrust at a time deeper within you. His cock pressing between your folds and opening you further with each thrust.
You moan out again, and he stops meeting your eye again.
âAm I hurting you?â He asks in his thick accent.
You smile up at him. Pulling him closer wrapping your legs around his round little ass. You swallow back the words as you pull him closer and he looks down at your body, curving up towards him as he quickly lines himself again back up with you, and presses back firmly within your core. He jolts your body as he slams into you. Once, twice, three times before your eyes roll back in your head and you finally allow the roll of ecstasy to wash over your body.
âYes!â You cry out against him.
He smiles down at you; thrusting again, back into you, as your body jolts beneath him.
âHarder!â You groan. Pulling at his neck as he obeys your wish and slams in against you.
You feel the waves rising up from your legs washing over you as he continues to slam impossibly inside you. Your breath is uncountable as your gut clenches and you arch yourself up against him.
âRightâŠThere!â You cry as he thrusts and you hear his breath catch in his throat before releasing his tension against your entrance. Smiling against you as his high becomes unavoidable. You both pant against each other as the waves wash over you both and you feel yourself come undone beneath him. His movements sporadic and unjust as he empties himself inside you and slumps over against your damp body beneath him.
His hot breath on your collar bone as your bodies twitch through the orgasms, pulsing through your veins. Your breaths still ragged as his lips meet yours and you feel him remove himself from you. You run your hand over his stubble again and groan a bit as he removes himself from within you and rolls over on his side; his arm draped over your waist as he pulls you against him, and you sigh deeply against his chest as your breaths begin to slow rhythmically with one anotherâŠ
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[joel miller x f!reader]. summary: a filthy halloween night with your dad's best friend, joel miller. [you get him to briefly wear a ghostface mask. enjoy]. warnings: 18+ mdni. age gap. alcohol. au. begging. cream pie. dirty talk. dom!joel. fingering. jealous!joel. language. masked!joel. no outbreak. no use of 'y/n'. praising. smut. use of 'good girl'. use of 'slut'. unprotected piv. word count: [about] 3,800. a/n: hi! debut, written for @mermaidgirl30's halloween writing challenge. cover by me, divider by @saradika. @saradika-graphics. <3
Everythingâs bigger in Texas, including Halloween. Your childhood neighborhood is locally televised each Octoberâs end, due to every homeâs enthusiastic participation. Thereâs an annual stoppage of traffic for the singular eveningâs festivities, permitting only costumed bodies to roam the gated communityâs residential roads.Â
Branches draped in gauzy webs. Yards engulfed in artificial fog. A beloved holiday tradition, predating the tailend of the seventies, when Dad and Joel were elementary aged and wielding pillowcases of candies. Now, theyâre fifty-somethings, bemoaning mutual back pain and cursing pesky lawn decorations.
âHere,â Joel gruffs, while individually sliding Dad two Reeseâs pumpkins, from across the kitchenâs counter. âProtein break. âS four grams.â
Dad swipes them both up, before confirming that statement by thumbing oneâs wrapper, âThat ainât bad.â
Youâre quietly laughing at their supposed refueling, while stooping behind the fridgeâs door and scanning the moistened shelves. There. A seasonal beer, from your favorite brewery in Austin. Itâs comfortably predictable, returning home for Halloween; From Dad purchasing your favorite autumnal ales, to Joel Millerâs ruggedness.
You properly right yourself. Then, using your waist, nudge the applianceâs door shut, âDad, whereâs your bottle opener?â
Dadâs phone abruptly drones, reverberating against granite and interrupting your question; He grimaces at the callerâs illuminated identity.
You guess, âGhostface?â
Dad laughs, before emphasizing, âWorse. My neediest client.â He abandons his barstool, continuing, âActinâ like buildinâ up in Waco makes âer Joanna Gaines.â Dad apologetically nods toward you, âJoel. Will âya?â
Joelâs scruffy chin tips upwards, directing you, âCâmere.â
Somethingâs brewing, once Dad vacates the vicinity. Your forced proximity to Joel is newly palpable; Tonightâs different. Youâre obedient, in approaching him. Joel doesnât stop staring. The bottleâs neck is being strangled, under your dominant hand. You canât completely ward off an image of taking him into your palm.
Your minimal passage to his barstool seemed slow-motioned, almost. Youâre not sure. Timeâs just apparently lengthier, under Joelâs browned gaze.
 Joel grunts, fingering his carabiner of keys, attempting to sift out his bottle opener keychain, âYou playinâ Michael Meyers, âgain? âRound one night, only?â
You amusedly scoff, âKeepinâ track?â
Joel shrugs, âEight days, in eight years.â
Youâre genuinely surprised that Joelâs noted your absence. Maybe, Dad revealed that specific number, correlating to your sparse appearances in Austin; Well, it couldâve been that Dad mentioned to Joel about how since your high schoolâs graduation, youâve only managed to visit home yearly. Thatâs just basic math. Right?
You stammer, âUh huh. âS my favorite holiday.â
Joel hums, before abruptly wrapping his calloused palm around the entirety of your hand and the beer bottleâs width, âHm. âN that your favorite beer?â
Youâre momentarily silent, muted by Joelâs warmth. A sizable hand, roughened from decades of hard labor. The tips of his delectably thick fingers begin tightening at your wrist, securing his hold as heâs standing himself up.
Even fully seated, Joelâs intimidating in size. Him standing toe-to-toe with you? Thatâs another story. His construction boots are weathered and worn; They would be comically large, in comparison to your measly-sized sneakers, but nothingâs funny about Joel Millerâs body mere inches from yours.
You reply by mustering an eager nod; And, whether thatâs in response to Joelâs prior question pertaining your liking of the beer, or merely an approval of his nearness to you? You havenât decided.
Joel rasps, âAnythinâ else?â Heâs pulling your combined hands downward, to his waist. The carabinerâs remained attached to his beltâs loop, âThat âya favor?â
Youâre struggling to think of something witty to retort. Because, the frayed seam of Joelâs zipper is right there. Heâs deftly notching the bottleâs cap inside of the openerâs teeth; The beer crisply hisses, releasing any contained pressure.
Joel whispers, âWhat, darlinâ? Bat got your tongue?â
You defeatedly laugh, âSomethinâ like that.â
He grins, carefully releasing you, âTaste it.â
You harshly gulp, âSâSorry? Oh, right. TâThe beer.âÂ
Joel agrees, âThatâs right.â Then, darkly teases, âYâknow, that pretty mind âa yours is boundinâ for the gutter.â
He crosses his arms against his broad chest, the canvas fabric of his Carhartt jacket drawing taut. Joelâs now cocking his head, sending his gaze along the pathway from the glass vessel that youâre feebly holding, to the lower lip that youâre inadvertently biting; Daring you.
Youâre feignedly bold, âMeet âya there.â
You drink, even if itâs primarily to keep yourself from further stuttering. At first, itâs an adequate enough distraction; The alcoholâs frigid in temperature, soothing to the high-strung tendons of your throat, from the inside-out. Then, youâre curiously drawn to Joelâs own gulping throat, and that transient composure of yours is gone.
Joelâs devotedly watching you, his glare heady and sensual. His Adamâs apple jerks, moving atop the clenched muscles and corded veins of his neck. Youâre somewhat tipping back, gathering your final mouthful, for now; Youâve drained three-fourths of it, by the time that youâve halted your sipping.
Then, Joelâs thumb darts out, before smoothing against your glistening mouth. He drawls, âGot it lookinâ real good. Letâs see.â
Youâre only narrowly audible, âOh? Joel.âÂ
Joelâs tongue, deliciously large and scrubbed pink, strokes his finger. He groans, âMm. Ainât sure. Need ât sample it from the source.â
You inwardly whimper, âYeah?â
Youâre foolishly tempted to extend him the ambered bottle itself, because surely Joel Miller, your dadâs best friend, would identify that as the âsourceâ. Not your parted, wanting lips. Like Joelâs read your hesitant mind, he reassuringly pins your hands behind your back, easily dismissing the beer; A singular hand of his own, dwarfing the pair of your wrists.
Joelâs ghosting your lips, âYeah.â
For good measure, Joel lightly moans, sucking his dampened digit. Humming around the pumpkin spiced suds, lapping up any residual taste from his finger. Arms restrained, spine straightened; Your chestâs rising urgently.
Joelâs own chest, delicately hairy below his threadbare t-shirt, is an odd inch away. A desperate heatâs begun permeating your lower abdomen; Achingly unfurling, taking up residency in your cunt.
Of course, itâs then that Dadâs barrelling over, having withdrawn from his nearby office, âSorry âbout that, kid. Get âer open?â
Youâre coughing out, âYâYep.â Then, âThanks, Joel.â
Dropping your wrists, Joel winks, âOh. âM pleasure.â
Your incriminating closeness to Joel goes unrecognized by Dad; Seeing as, Joelâs wide shoulders completely obscure you from view.
Dad sighs, âGee, there ainât no escapinâ this shiplap.â
Joel immediately laughs, casually reclaiming his prior barstool. The jarring segue from Joelâs flirting with you, to his joking with Dad, is absolutely disorientating. Youâre fidgeting, repeatedly and silently tapping your foot. You canât do Joel here; Youâll settle for doing last-minute Halloween preparations.
You blurt, âGoinâ to start organizinâ the candy. âS all in the garage, Dad?â
Dad assuredly nods, âSure is. âCept these.â He chuckles, gathering the forgotten wrappers from his earlier âprotein breakâ with Joel.
You remind him, âDonât forget to refill the fog tanks.â
Dad, who seemingly had forgotten, regretfully snaps his fingers, âWhat would I do without âya?â Heâs bragging to Joel, âLook at âer.â
Joel agreeably nods. Eyeing you, âGood girl.â
Because, Dad and Joel are career contractors, who are simultaneously life-long friends and next-door neighbors, itâs only right that theyâve done an elaborate, joint Halloween for three decades; Locally dubbed the âConstruction Frightâ.
A (questionably) age-appropriate spread of horror, featuring thrifted tools that bludgeon and dismember an assortment of plastic skeletons. Hard hats, faux-bloodied and stabbed with rusted nails. Construction tape, riddled in spiderwebs.
A half-dozen, battered wheelbarrows, brimming with chocolate candies; Three brown ones, carrying Hersheyâs, Rolo, and Tootsie Roll. Three orange ones, containing every imaginable variant of Reeseâs.Â
 Youâve already been working for nearly an hour; Arranging the color-coordinated barrows of candy. Youâre jamming the recycling binâs lid shut, overtop the cardboard and plastic wrappings of king-sized bars, when the entry doorâs opened.
Dadâs entering the garage, âSunâs settinâ soon, kid. âOughta get dressed.â He lazily squeezes you in an impromptu side-hug, âThanks, for helpinâ.â
You breathily sigh, âMhm. Oh, I need ât light the Jack-O-Lanterns.â
Joel appears, insisting, âGo on, darlinâ. Iâll get âem sweatinâ for âya.â
Youâre thinking, âThatâs ridiculously slutty of him to sayâ, when Joel continues, this time addressing Dad, âHey. Phoneâs ringinâ over âgain.â
Dad sighs, âGot ât be kiddinâ me.â Then, grumbles, âSure hopinâ itâs Ghostface.â He grins, lightly pinching your elbow.
You giggle, âCâmon. She canât be that bad.â
Dad shrugs, smiling before swiftly jogging up the garageâs concrete steps; When Dadâs fully retreated inside, and the doorâs naturally swung shut, Joel doesnât waste any time pinning your body against it.
Joel whispers, âBet âya find that this pussyâs wet âf me, when youâre undressinâ it.â His jeaned, muscular thighâs nudging your legs ajar.
You airily groan, âPâPlease. Fuckinâ kiss me.â
Joel grins, wedging his ample thighâs sturdy surface against your beating cunt. He kisses you; Joel Miller fuckinâ kisses you. Heâs grabbing your face, thumbing your cheekbones. His lengthy fingers, scraping your skull.
His tongueâs deeply delving, eagerly exploring your mouthâs every crevasse. You canât breathe efficiently or think coherently. Everythingâs Joel. His graying beard, raking your chin; A woodsy scent, like that of the hardware storeâs lumber aisles, exuding from his clothing.
Youâre moaning, âNgh.â Then, ripping at the silvery hair thatâs curling against the nape of his sun-freckled neck, âMore.â
Joelâs grunting, âFuck. Need ât stop.â He canât stop, and sucks your bottom lip, once more. Then, âHâHear âim? Heâs gaininâ on us.â
Sure enough, Dadâs approaching. Itâs damn-near impossible to quit rutting along Joelâs denimed, upper leg. Youâre whining, âNeed âya.â
Joelâs panting, âTâTonight, darlinâ.â He arousingly whispers, âAll night. When the porch lightâs out, sneak over.â Then, darker and deeper, âRepeat it.â
You repeat, âTonight. When the porch lightâs out, sneak over.â
Youâre admittedly distracted, during the eveningâs trick-or-treating segment. You understand that nothingâs allowed to appear awry around Dad, but Joelâs playing casual too well. You shouldnât overthink, but itâs torturous; That heâs apparently unaffected. Drinking with Dad and Tommy. Never really staring at you.
Joelâs (conveniently) costumed as himself every Halloween, but himself during working hours; A leathered tool belt, cinching his tender waist. A backwards Filson hat, tamping his unkempt curls. His dirtiest âwhiteâ t-shirt; The necklineâs absurdly tattered and torn, an array of holes displaying his bodyâs coarse hair.
Midlandâs country cover of âWicked Gameâ is emitting from neighboring speakers. You canât resist likening the songâs drumming pattern to your own heartâs pulsating rhythm; Yearning for Joelâs attention. Then, Dadâs whistling for your attention.
Dadâs pointing, âLook, kid. Your âol boyfriend, Nick. Heâs fuckinâ Ghostface.â Dad humorously roars, standing, âSee âim? HâHold on.â
Youâre avidly protesting, but Dadâs already approaching Nick, whoâs not wearing, but holding his hooded mask; Fingers cupping the elongated, rubbery chin. Thereâs nothing inherently wrong about him; He (morally) should be your holiday hook-up, not your dadâs best friend. Itâs too bad.
Joel snipes, âDick?â
You tut, âItâs Nick.â
Joelâs feigning understanding, âOh, Prick.â
Youâre unsure whatâs initiated this potent sexual tension, but itâs consumed your every thought this Halloween; While, Joelâs every word is loaded. His irritated sarcasmâs gunned your way. Any bickeringâs uncommon, for the pair of you. Youâre hoping that Tommyâs too busy proffering candy to notice.
Dadâs returned, towing Nick, âWerenât we just talkinâ âbout him, kid? So funny.â Dad, and his dorky penchant for inside-jokes.
Nick cluelessly smiles, âHi, you.â
You politely reply, âHi, yourself.â
Nickâs extending his hand, summoning you from your designated seat, âGot ât see this costume.â Then, heâs declaring you, âStunning.â
Youâre incredulously laughing, âTheyâre bloodied overalls.â
Nick grins, persisting, âLove âem. Also, this apronâs awesome.â Heâs thumbing your accessoryâs front, tracing the logo, âCarhartt girl, huh?â
Youâre aiming to get under Joelâs skin with, âScream girl, too.â You inspect Nickâs black robe, feeling his armâs draping sleeve.
Oh, Joel Millerâs jealous. Heâs rolling his earthy-toned eyes; Aggressively peeling his beerâs damp label, while instigating Dad, âHearinâ this?â
Dadâs indifferent, shrugging. Heâs always approved of Nick for you; Heâs Texan, and plays Minor League Baseball. Thatâll do it.
Nickâs pleading, âLetâs please walk âround, sweep the neighborhood?â
Joel snarks, âHell. Reckon heâs recruitinâ for Neighborhood Watch?â
Nickâs nervously smiling, having not heard Joelâs dig, but surely hearing Dad and Tommyâs abrupt snickering.
You kindly respond, âLetâs. Love seeinâ the decorations.â
Itâs nine-thirty. Your streetâs grown habitually sparse; Toddlers, having resigned to stringent bedtimes. Teens, having retreated to erupting parties.
You decipher Joelâs looming silhouette; His rocking chairâs creaking, upon the dimmed porchâs planks. A gleaming tumbler of (presumably) whiskey is resting against his crossed leg, the glass winking at you.
Joelâs dragging his index fingerâs edge against his groomed mustache, thumbing his angrily tightened jaw. He rasps, âAinât walk âya home?âÂ
Youâre ascending his porchâs tread, âDidnât need that. Told âim so.â Then, untying your apronâs chaotic knot, âUncross your leg, Joel.â
Joelâs pleasingly pliant; He warns, âThatâs the only order that Iâm takinâ tonight.â His lapâs deliciously spreading, âGet ât drawinâ the blinds.â
The anticipationâs wetting you. Youâre immediately scampering along the porchâs perimeter, rolling down every privacy blind; Joelâs patiently swigging his auburn liquor. You whimper, âAâAnythinâ else?â
Joelâs rolling the wick of his adjacent kerosene lantern; Thrusting his opened lap, scrounging his Zippo lighter from an anterior pant pocket. His handâs arousingly veined, while flicking the lighterâs flint wheel.
He belatedly replies, âDrop your apron. Undo your overalls.â
Youâve dropped the apron, and somethingâs spilling out from the largest pocket; Joelâs deeply exhaling, âExplain that.â
The lampâs emitting faint light, fire illuminating his hardening expression. Heâs so scarily sexy. Youâre inching nearer, but Joel hoists his palm, stopping you.
You embarrassedly gulp, âNâNickâs mask. Asked me ât hold it. He never wore it.â
Joelâs impatient, waving, âAnd?â
Youâre tentatively unhooking your denimed straps, gently uttering, âWâWould âya? Wear it?â
Joelâs mildly surprised, âOh?â Deciding, âBring it here. On your knees.â
You instantly kneel, before gathering up the discarded disguise using your teeth. Youâre crawling to Joel, crossing the porchâs dully-lit surface. The bib upon your overalls undone; The garmentâs buckling loops clinking.
Joel involuntarily moans, âNgh. Dirty fuckinâ girl.â His index fingerâs pumping from his balled up fist, signaling you.
Your pussyâs thumping, because of his commanding, curling digit. Youâre itching to suck it. You need anything of Joelâs inside of you.
Youâve gradually reached Joel; Youâre being caged in-between his lengthy legs. Joel forcibly pinches your face, removing the mask from your biteâs grasp. The itemâs resultantly spat, against his abutted groin.
Heâs astonished at the filthy sight, rustling, âHow âbout that.â Youâre resting on your haunches, while Joel praises, âGood girl.â
Joelâs abruptly leaning downward, before hungrily lifting your bodyâs entirety along his own. Heâs immediately kissing you, sinking against the rocking chairâs curved spine; The porchâs cedar ground sighs, creakily duetting with Joelâs groans.
Youâre practically siphoning the remnant whiskey from his tongueâs cushioned pad; Your mouthâs rabidly sucking, while your waistâs desperately grinding.
Joelâs bypassing your denimed, disoriented trousers; His palmâs greedily grasping your backâs arched column. His remaining arm, ladling your ass. Then, Joelâs effortlessly hauling your goosebumped figure upward; The rocking chairâs momentum being an assistant. The maskâs wedged in-between your upright bodies.
Joel breathes, âTâThe lamp. Hang tight.â Youâre licking Joelâs partially bearded throat; Heâs briefly hunching, responsibly lowering the wick, consequently extinguishing the flame. Your quartet of limbs, wrapping his flexing torso.
Youâre whispering, âYouâre so big and strong, Joel.â
He amusedly sighs, âYeah?â Promising, âAinât seen nothinâ.â
Then, Joelâs roughly stamping your body against the front doorâs exterior; His bulge swelling, pinning your pussy. The entry knobâs blindly twisted. Joelâs heavy-footed steps are reverberated, crunching his homeâs metallic threshold.
First, Joel carelessly clears his entry wayâs waist-heighted table. Juggling you, while his tanned armâs sweeping everything off; A ceramic, coffee-stained mug of loose changeâs completely shattered. Second, Joel harshly kicks his anterior door shut; Thereâs an impressive boot print, left behind.
Joelâs panting, âTell me ât stop?â
Youâre begging, âKâKeep goinâ.â
He hums, âHm. Need it, darlinâ?â Joelâs hurriedly planting you upon the tableâs cleared crest, kissing your nodding throat. Agreeing, âYeah. You do.â
Itâs dizzyingly hot; Joel gruffly ripping off your mussed overalls, easily tugging off your slip-on sneakers. Heâs lobbing them across the room, away from the mess of coins and shards. Youâre noticing the Ghostface mask, under his unmoving bicep.
Joelâs noticing you, âThis what âya want?â Heâs hesitantly thumbing the maskâs gaping jaw. âAinât scared?â
You quietly say, âLike ât be scared.â Youâre reaching upward, prying off his hat; His hairâs deliciously gray and tousled. âHere.â
Joelâs flinging his accessory away. Then, handing you the hooded, horror mask, âGo âhead.â He warns, âWearinâ it âtill youâre cominâ. Understand?â
Youâre stroking his untidy hair, readying him, âWonât be long.â You murmur, âSâSoppinâ for âya.â
Joelâs grunting, âFuckâs sake.â Kissing you, in-between threatening, âFilthy. âOughta edge âya. Talkinâ like that.â
He impatiently rings your wrists; Youâre positioning the mask properly overhead. The draping fabricâs hitting Joelâs colossal shoulders.Â
Your pulseâs hammering, âOh.â
The maskâs milky-colored expression, surveying you. Stark, against the setting of Joelâs unlighted home. His index fingerâs impulsively traveling your body; Dragging over your bottom lipâs dampened flesh. Then, carnally downard, riding your throat. Fingering your jugularâs delicate divet. Hooking your undershirtâs airy collar.
Joelâs taunting, âHeartâs racinâ.â
Youâre anguishly rutting against his console tableâs lacquered top. You need to be touched. You beg, âJâJoel. Oh, Joel.â
Joelâs eerily tilting his head, âPussyâs racinâ like that, too?â Whispering, âAinât it?â
Youâre deliriously horny, âYes.â
Heâs humming, âHm. Shirtâs got ât go, first.â His unoccupied handâs rummaging his hind pocket, while, âReckon that my knifeâll work?â
Youâre pleading, âCâCut it off.â
Then, Joelâs brandishing his utility knife. The bladeâs expertly flicked outward. He urges, âTry ât hold still.â
Joel Millerâs carving your fucking shirt; His bladeâs blunt edge skimming your sternum. Heâs effortlessly halved it, forging an impromptu vest. Heâs instantaneously shoving the garment overtop your rigid shoulders.
The knifeâs frigid handle brushes your tapered nipple; Joelâs awaiting permission, hovering your underwearâs waistline. Youâre nodding, kneading his large shoulders. His fingerâs hitching the material, before his bladeâs cutting it.
Snipping the remaining side, Joel grunts, âCunt need stuffinâ?â Heâs pocketing your saturated underwear and his retracted knife, âI know itâs wet ânough to take two fingers.â
Youâve been fantasizing about Joel entering you all Halloween. And, finally; He does. Heâs groaning, âSâSwallowinâ both of âem. âJus like that?â
Your angling headâs hitting the paneled wall. Youâre obscenely squelching around his battering digits. You belatedly respond, âJoelJoelJoelJoel.â
Joelâs roughened wristâs repeatedly rubbing your beating clit. Youâre clenching speechlessly around him, innately meeting every re-entry. Your spineâs warming; Your stomachâs taut.
Your arousalâs watering his driving hand; His palmâs pooling. Joelâs incessantly steady. Praising, âCominâ up. Doinâ good.â
Youâre gasping, âThere. Oh, right there.â
The instant that youâre coming, Joelâs yanking off his hindering mask. His beardâs patchy and sweaty. He grins, âMan âa my word.â
Then, Joelâs amused mouthâs pounding upon your own; Heâs desperately inhaling your breaking moans. Licking your teethâs underside.Â
Youâre abundantly squirting, as Joelâs uncorking your cunt. Your spotting visionâs correcting leisurely. Youâre languidly sighing; Breathing deeply.
Heâs genuinely insane for drinking you from his cupped palm. Then, Joelâs mouthing his soggy fingers; Hitting knuckle. Youâre blurting, âNeed ât fuck.â
Joelâs arching his aging brow; Rasping, âAsk nicely.â Then, heâs towing your body overtop his broad shoulder. Spanking you, âGreedy fuckinâ girl.â
Youâre nakedly suspended, Joelâs bicep rippling below your ass. Heâs entering his living room; Carefully placing you across his cognac-colored sectional. Youâre propping upon the chaiseâs leathered cushions. You whine, âPlease, Joel.â
Joelâs tutting, âBetterân that.âÂ
You supply, âPretty please?â
Heâs gradually moving nearer; His denim-clad shins, butting the couchâs edge. Joelâs unhurriedly thumbing his beltâs loop, painfully prolonging his removing it. Youâre wetting and writhing against his furnitureâs fabric.
Joelâs unimpressed, âCâmon.â
Shedding his accessory; Working his zipper. His acting armâs so freckled, tanned, veined. Joelâs yanking his t-shirt overhead, before subsequently revealing an appetizing, softened tummy. His happy trailâs graying and wiry.
Youâre begging, âJoel. Please.â
Heâs winking, âGood ânough.â
Every soundâs tantalizing; Joelâs boots and pants, thumping across the carpet. His bare, bulky thighâs abruptly rubbing against your naked pussy; Then, Joelâs mirroring your bodyâs horizontal position. Mounting you.
Your arousalâs drenching his underwearâs front; His lengthâs largely tenting the humid material, âBegginâ like that. Fuckinâ slut.â
Youâre involuntarily panting, when Joelâs finally and fully undressed. His cockâs deliciously girthy. The tipâs engorged, reddened and seeping; Erecting far beyond his bellyâs button.
Youâre whimpering, âPleasePleasePlease.â
Joel grins, âCuntâs quiverinâ. Feelinâ that?â
You desperately nod, âNeed you ât feel it.â
Joelâs immediately pistoning his fleshy waist; His cockâs knocking your cervixâs wall. His rough thrustingâs fastly inching your bodies upward, until your headâs rearing the sofaâs supple tailend.
He whispers, âWarm ânough?â
You gasp, âCâCockâs perfect.â
Joelâs inaudibly responding; Ramming your hand, palming your pelvis. Youâre feeling his cock, below your abdomenâs exterior. Heâs interlocking your fingers; His own swallowing yours; Pressing. Youâre practically tracing his bulbous, twitching tip.
Heâs praising, âTakinâ me well.â
Joelâs bottoming-out, pounding steadily; His bloated, weighty balls welting your taint. Your clitâs puffing, from his pubic boneâs rhythmic route. Dementedly fucking you. Youâre moaning, âAh. FâFuck.â
He murmurs, âCuntâs gulpinâ me.â Joelâs hooking your kneeâs underside, before lugging it overtop his broad shoulderâs slope, âNeedy fuckinâ hole.â
Youâre stammering, âNgh. MâMm. RightThereRightThere.â
Then, Joelâs angling deeper, differently; Laying his bodyâs robust weight against your languid, vertical leg. Your footâs achingly surpassing your head. His chest hairâs graying and saturated; Scraping you.
Your pussyâs overwhelmingly spasming. Joelâs messily tonguing your nippleâs peak; His mustacheâs prickling the sensitive skin. Youâre tugging at his hairâs curling strands, âJâJoel. Close.â
Joelâs echoing your prior words, âMeet âya there.â
Youâre shockingly surprised, that Joelâs remembered the momentary retort; Your faux-bold response and pumpkin spiced alcohol. Thatâs it. Youâre blindly coming. His cockâs densely brimming your contracting hole; Hammering you.
Your pussyâs pornographically sloshing. Joel whimpers, âAââAtta girl. Drenchinâ it.â Then, âCominâ inside. âM snipped. Yeah?â
Youâre immediately kissing him. Palming his beardâs rugged stubble. Sucking his tongueâs pink pores; Tasting your arousalâs heady flavoring.
His climaxing moanâs roaring down your throat; Cum rapidly spurting, coating your cunt. Youâre rubbing his rolling eyeâs crinkled grooves. His foreheadâs tanned and wrinkled. Joelâs especially gorgeous, while cumming hard.
Youâre pouring, when Joelâs unplugging you. Heâs breathlessly cursing, âFuckinâ hot.â Standing, âGettinâ towels. Need anythinâ else? Water?â
Youâre beginning to respond, when Joelâs unexpectedly bending; Kissing you. You smile, tapping your bottom lip, âWhatâs that for?â
Joelâs embarrassedly pointing, toward the nearby microwaveâs blinking clock. He explains, âTen thirty-one on October thirty-first. âDunno. Good luck? Make âa wish or somethinâ.â
Youâre actually dumbfounded, âOh? Youâre absurdly cute.â
Joel frowns, âAinât allowed ât call me that. âSpecially while leakinâ my seed.â Heâs nakedly turning, preparing to walk, âWater?â
Youâre pulling Joelâs hand, âWait. Want ât hear your wish.â
He gulps, âThat⊠Youâll be visitinâ home on Thanksgivinâ.â
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Late night thoughts....
Imagine finding younger pictures of Silco and him trying to puck the photo from your hands but you just say.
"Damn so it is true."
He grabs the photo to lock it away. But asks what you meant.
You walk over to him lifting his chin to look at you.
"Men do get finer with age."
Then you lean down and kiss his goofy lil smile.
(The things I would do to this man are unreal. Get that boy moaning like a wanton whore)
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sea spray | dbf!joel miller x f!reader
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summary: a relaxing weekend break by the sea is just what you need, but spending it under the same roof as joel miller might not be the kind of relaxing you had in mind word count: 3,4k warnings: 18+ only, reader is able-bodied / wears a bikini & a dress / can swim, pet names, unspecified age gap, food & alcohol consumption, smut, m masturbation, oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting, unprotected p in v, spitting, creampie, overstimulation, joel's filthy mouth, praise kink, size kink a/n: i actually did spend the past weekend by the sea, unfortunately without joel miller ïżœïżœïżœ written for @mermaidgirl30's Ocean Challenge! of course it took the entire timeframe of your challenge for inspiration to strike, but it was super fun! đ©” big hugs to @morallyinept for beta'ing & the kind words, your message legit put the biggest grin on my face LMAO ily đ
Going away with your parents for a long weekend is just what you need â walks along the cliff path, cocktails on the beach, lounging in the sun. Plus the bonus of free accommodation and your meals being paid for. Youâre long overdue for a break and this will be a good change of scenery.
The bricks burn through your sandals as you unload your bags. Midday sun blazing down on you, youâre desperate for a cold shower after two hours of traffic to get here.
âHello?â
Youâre met with silence as you push open the front door, a rare breeze coming through the windows. They mustâve gone into town. Kicking off your shoes, you pad through to your room at the back of the house and dump your bags.
You peel your clothes off and run a shower, washing off the sweat and stress of the morning. Unpacking your bags, most of your weekend attire is swimsuits and dresses; youâll just be floating around the house the rest of the day and decide on a blue and white check bikini, pulling on plain linen shorts.
Making your way upstairs, the rest of the house is still, the only sound coming from slow waves rolling against the rocks. Kelp bobs up and down in the swell and wispy clouds dot the sky, you pull your phone out to snap some pictures to send to your friends, relishing in the tranquillity.
You hear muted footsteps and turn around, expecting to see your parents come up the stairs. Instead, youâre met with Joel Miller â your dad's best friend with nothing but a thin towel hanging low on his hips.
âOh! Didnât uh- didnât hear you come in sweetheart.â
Your eyes flicker down as he adjusts his towel â he clears his throat and you snap your eyes back up to his face.
âI got in about half an hour ago, I just got out of the shower. I didnât know youâd be here.â
âYour old man told me to come up for the weekend, he didnât mention what time theyâd be back this afternoon though.â
You nod and turn to look outside again, the image of Joel in his towel now burned into your mind. You donât ask him about it â no possible explanation would stop your mind from wandering.
You were much younger the last time you saw him â just a sweet girl harbouring an innocent crush on a handsome man. Now youâre far from sweet, and that crush is far from innocent. This is the most youâve ever seen of him â greying curls in every direction, wide chest into a soft tummy, dark trail of hair below his navel disappearing beneath his towel.
You can feel a wet spot forming on your bikini bottoms â so much for a relaxing weekend.
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Joelâs seen you in passing and heard about your various achievements and adventures from your parents, but itâs been years since he spent so much time with you in such close quarters. He canât remember you being so⊠grown up.
Seeing you stand there in just your bikini, your eyes flitting down to his towel, he almost instantly began to harden. Maybe some light conversation will calm him down.
âSo, what you got planned for the rest of the day?â
You turn to face him again and he takes a steadying breath.
âI was gonna head down to the beach but itâs fucking hot out, so I think Iâll just be lazy here instead.â
âPoolâs nice if youâre keen on a swim.â
You slink past to head downstairs, stopping in front of him to look up at him.
âYou wanna join me?â
âThink Iâll uh, sit this one out. Donât worry âbout me.â
Scratching at the nape of his neck as you descend the stairs, heâs not sure how heâs going to survive this weekend. He shouldnât be looking at you like this â youâre young, spritely, his best friendâs daughter â but he watches out the window anyway as you pull down your shorts, glass in hand, and dip down into the water.
He sneaks off to his room before you can notice.
-
Sitting on the edge of the bed with his head tilted to the ceiling, heâs already fully hard. He lets the towel fall open and wraps a hand around his throbbing cock. He shouldnât do this, but whoâs going to know?
Stroking himself with long, slow pumps, he closes his eyes and all he can see is you. Ass peeking out the edge of your bottoms, your tits spilling out your bikini top, so much skin. You sighed as you sat down in the water, a breathy, satiated sound â he wishes he could make those sounds spill from your mouth.
Precome leaking from his tip, heâs reaching his end embarrassingly fast. Speeding up to fist himself tightly, he imagines your hand wrapped around his cock instead. He imagines burying his tongue, fingers, cock into your cunt, tight and wet and his to have however he pleases.
It takes just one, two, three more strokes of his cock and he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, biting back a moan as he comes, spilling milky ropes across his hand and lower stomach. Using the same towel to clean up his mess, he tells himself he wonât do this again, he canât do this again.
He shifts up to lean against the headboard as he comes down from his high, deciding to stay clear of you until your parents get home. Keeping you out of sight is the best way forward, even if he canât keep you out of his mind.
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You spend the rest of the day in the pool, nursing a Long Island iced tea and paging through your book. Joel doesnât show face again, but itâs for the best â you canât stop thinking about that damn towel and how easily it could slip down.
Your phone rings and pulls you from your daydreaming; you haul yourself out of the pool and pat yourself dry, fingertips wrinkled from the water. You see itâs your mom calling, and slide to answer.
You donât get a chance to say hello and sheâs bombarding you with questions.
âHi, sweetie! How was the drive? I hope you didnât have too much traffic. Oh! And did you see Joel? Heâs with us for the weekend, maybe he went out for the day too.â
You certainly did see Joel. You still can even with your eyes closed.
âHi, Mom. The drive was fine, and Joelâs been here the whole day.â
âThatâs nice. I hope you donât mind, you two always got along well so your father didnât think to tell you beforehand. Listen, why donât you and Joel come through to town for dinner with us? Iâll send you the restaurant name.â
âYeah, okay sure. See you soon.â
âBye, sweetie. See you.â
She hangs up the phone and you venture inside to find Joel, heading towards the spare room. Pressing your ear to the door, you donât hear any movement. Maybe heâs sleeping.
âJoel?â You knock on the door and hear rustling, he responds a few moments later.
âYeah? You can- you can come in.â
You nudge the door open and heâs sitting up in bed, sheets pulled to the same height his towel was hanging earlier and it takes everything you have not to stare, debate if heâs still got that towel on or is stark naked.
Stepping just over the threshold, you lean against the wall to steady yourself and focus your eyes on his face.
âMy mom called, she said we must go into town to meet them for dinner. She texted me the address.â
âSounds good, I can drive us. Iâll just uh, get ready.â
You nod and retreat from his room in silence â youâll be able to hold a conversation once heâs fully clothed.
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Tonightâs restaurant is right along the shoreline, carved into the cliffside. Itâs a good climb down the hillside and youâre glad youâre wearing flats, mentally noting to go easy on the drinks tonight to make it back up again. Gentle waves lap against the rocks and the sea breeze is just the refresher you need after a hot summer day.
Youâve changed into a strappy dress, the hemline falling just above your knees and Joelâs in a loose button-down and board shorts. Your parents are sitting across from you, and theyâd spent the better part of an hour asking you about work and romantic prospects.
Once satisfied with your answers, they turn to focus on each other, leaving you and Joel to your own devices. With them both engrossed in conversation, you try and test the waters.
You shift your legs under the table and bump your knee into Joelâs â his hand falters as he scoops more food onto his spoon, but doesnât pull away. You push further, pressing your thigh against his and he stills completely, peering at you out of the corner of his eye.
The unfortunate combination of the summer heat and your heavy hand when pouring your drink earlier has made you fearless. You snake a hand below the table, resting it dangerously close to the growing bulge in his shorts.
He drops his spoon, catching your dadâs attention.
âYou alright?â
âYeah, uh⊠Yeah, fine.â He swallows and gives them a tight smile, waiting for them to continue their conversation.
âWhat the hell are you doinâ?â Joel practically hisses at you under his breath, eyes flashing in your direction.
You ignore him and flatten your hand, unsure if the heat you can feel is radiating from him or yourself. You continue moving upwards, the tips of your fingers brushing against the outline of his cock.
âTell me to stop and I will.â You whisper back to him, unmoving in your chair.
You start palming him through his shorts, angling your head to look at him and a fresh wave of arousal floods your panties.
âSweetheart, you canât be doinâ this. Not here.â
âSay stop and I will.â
His eyes flutter closed, taking in a shaky breath. It feels like heâs already fully hard.
Just when you think youâve won, your parents stand up and you rip your hand away, heart racing in your chest. Caught up in your teasing you hadnât noticed theyâd finished dessert and paid the bill. You look at your dad with wide eyes, hoping nobody saw anything.
âNice dinner, everyone. Good to have you here, kiddo. Weâll see you back at the house, been a long day.â
âUm, yeah, weâll follow you guys.â You hope you sound less startled than you feel.Â
He rounds the table, a hand coming down on your and Joelâs shoulders and he walks off. You and Joel stand to follow him â your mind foggy with lust, you can feel his eyes burn into you, but you donât dare look at him.
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Arriving home after a charged car ride with Joel, your parents say goodnight and their door shuts behind them. The room falls silent, youâre unsure who will make the first move. Joel grabs onto your arm, dragging you through the house.
âWhat?â
âDonât play dumb with me now, sweetheart. Youâre gonna finish what you started.â
He pulls your dress over your head, leaving you in just your bra and panties. Pushing you onto your bed, his eyes trail up and down your figure as you lie before him.
âWhat were you doing all afternoon? Didnât see you at all.â
âYou wanna know what I was doing?â
You nod and he leans down to speak into your ear, voice low and raspy.
âI was thinkinâ of you, baby. That skimpy little bikini of yours got me all hard, so instead of spendinâ my time out by the beach, I was jacking off in my room and all I could think of was you.â
A shiver runs down your spine, a small whine escaping at his words.
âThought a lotta things about how youâd be, now weâre gonna see how much of it is true.â
He pushes you down to lie on your back, pulling your panties down. You try to cross your legs out of habit and he grabs your knees, spreading you open before him.
âNow weâre shy, are we? Donât want me seeing this pretty pussy?â
He cups you entirely and you tilt your hips, chasing the friction of his palm against your clit.
âAfter that little game you played just now, youâre gonna take what I give you, and youâre gonna enjoy it.â
He wraps his arms under your legs, dragging you to the edge of the bed and drops to his knees, draping one leg over each of his shoulders. You look down at him and he stares into your eyes, flattening his tongue against you and licking a broad stripe up through your folds. He sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue swirling in tight circles and your head falls back against the bed.
âOh, fuck, Joel.â
He chuckles into you, causing you to moan again.
âBetter than the boys you normally go out with?â
He doesnât give you time to answer, tongue circling your clit again and he drags his fingers up and down, coating them in your arousal. Pushing two fingers into your cunt, the stretch is already far more than with your own â youâre not sure how youâll ever satisfy yourself after this.
He pumps his fingers in and out, in and out, curling them upwards and you feel heat spreading across your abdomen, your legs just beginning to tremble. You move your hands into his hair, tugging on his curls and he groans against you, speeding up his movements.
âYou gonna come for me?â
âPlease, Joel. Oh, god, please.â
âGo on then, come. I know you can.â
You tighten your grip on his hair, legs going stiff as you come on his fingers and his movements donât stop, tongue flicking back and forth over your clit, fingers fucking into you relentlessly to drag out your high. With no chance to recover, he pushes a third finger into you, his pace never faltering.
âJoel, please. Itâs too much.â
He pulls off from you just enough to speak, a devilish grin on his face.
âSay stop and I will. I told you you were gonna take what I gave you.â
Mouth latching onto you again, he ignores your protesting, eyes boring into your own. You can see him rutting into the side of the bed and your moans turn into whines and whimpers, the heat pooling at the base of your spine more intense than before.
âCome on, sweetheart, be a good girl for me.â
Pushing his free hand down onto you, he curls his fingers inside of you, grazing over that one spongy spot and your vision blurs. You dig your heels into his back, hips lifting off the bed as you come again, a warm stream of liquid soaking his beard thatâs scratching at your inner thighs.
Chest heaving as you come down, he pulls his fingers out and sucks one into his mouth, licking it clean.
âBetter than I imagined.â
He leans over you, shoving his other two sticky fingers into your mouth and you whine at tasting yourself on him.
âAll that messing around and look where it got you.â
He unbuttons his shirt agonisingly slowly, a smirk spreading across his face. His eyes are blown wide, beard slick with your release as he trails his fingertips up and down your leg, the small hairs standing in his wake. You close your legs and flop back onto the bed, already feeling spent.
âJust one more thing I needa see for myself.â
Finally pulling his shorts down, that tantalising trail of hair you saw this morning spreads into wiry curls surrounding the base of his cock. Heâs bigger than anyone else youâve ever been with, fully stiff as he takes himself in his hand with long strokes â thick, throbbing, and precome pearling from his tip.
âAre you gonna fuck my mouth?â
He draws circles into your leg, still stroking himself.
âNot this time. Wanna feel how tight this pussyâs gonna squeeze my cock.â
Not this time. You clench around nothing in anticipation, and he starts crawling up the bed to you.
âBe good and maybe we can use that mouth of yours another day.â
Propping yourself up on your elbows, Joel drags himself through your wetness, nudging the tip of his cock against your clit.
âGonna be a tight fit, sweetheart. Might just ruin this cunt for anyone else.â
He lines himself up with your entrance, both of your eyes locked on where you join. Pushing in just past his tip, your mouth falls open with a strangled moan.
âWarned you. Feels good, doesnât it?â All you do is whimper in response.
âGonna feel even better.â
He sheaths himself completely inside of you, hair at his base pressed against your clit and balls pressed against your ass. Itâs the most stretched out youâve ever been â itâs also the best youâve ever felt and he hasnât even started moving.
He leans over you and starts grinding his hips, pulling your bra down. Pinching a hardened nipple between his fingers, he takes the other into his mouth, swirling his tongue just the same as before.
You lock your ankles behind his back, legs wrapped around his waist and arms wrapped around his neck, holding onto him as if youâd float away. He lifts his head, a trail of spit connecting his lips to your breast. Bringing a hand up to your face, he squeezes your cheeks to force your mouth open, looking into your eyes as he spits into the back of your throat.
You moan quietly, clenching around his length and he huffs a laugh, shaking his head.
âDirty girl. You let other boys spit into your mouth, too?â
You shake your head clumsily and tighten your legs, trying your hardest to grind yourself against him.
âWhatâs wrong, baby? What happened to itâs too much?â
He straightens up and pries your legs off him, pressing them into your chest. His eyes are dark as he watches how you squirm and stretch around him. He angles his head forward, letting another string of saliva fall from his mouth onto your cunt and it drips down around his cock.
Using two fingers, he puts slight pressure on your clit but doesnât move.
âYouâre gonna come on my cock, and then Iâm gonna come inside you. Understand?â
Youâre not sure how to string words together on your own accord anymore, clit throbbing and cunt stretched out, mind filled with just Joel.
âHey, repeat after me, come on: Iâm gonna be a good girl.â
âIâm gonna be a⊠a good girl.â
âNext: Iâm gonna come on your big cock.â
âIâm gonna come- on your big cock.â
âAnd to finish off: Youâre gonna come inside me.â
âYouâre⊠gonna come inside me.â
âWas that so difficult?â
He readjusts his grip on your legs and starts pounding into you, the force of his thrusts shifting you up and down, your clit rubbing against his steady fingers. Your moans are only broken by the need for more air, your voice becoming hoarse and getting higher and higher in pitch as he keeps going harder.
You start clamping down on him, the dayâs heat and your teasing and the way heâs using you relentlessly quickly becoming too much.
âCome on, sweetheart. Youâve been such a good girl. Come one last time for me and Iâll fill you up.â
His words push you over the edge and he keeps fucking into you as you come. You reach down to hold onto him, your hands wrapping around his arm and you dig your nails into his skin, carving out crescent moons.
Through the ringing in your ears, you can hear him grunting, his resolve finally breaking after a few more thrusts as he spills inside of you, your walls coated in his spend as the warmth spreads throughout your body. He loosens his hold on your legs, bringing them down and massages your tired muscles.
Pulling out of you, you feel his come slowly leak out and down your folds, landing in thick droplets on the sheets. You turn onto your side, sleep already creeping up on you and he drops down behind you, his chest pressed against your back and softening cock against your ass.
âWeâre going to the beach tomorrow, and I wanna see what other little outfits you got with you. Try another game like you did tonight, though, and Iâm gonna have to put you in your place again.â
You huff a laugh, a gentle, satisfied smile on your face. This long weekend is suddenly far more exciting than you prepared for.
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change in perspective.
you never thought jamie tartt could be anything but a prick.
a/n: i have no explanation for this other than i just finished ted lasso (fashionably late as always) and this man makes me giggle like a little school girl :) (this is also not spellchecked! i'll do it later ;))
pairing: jamie tart x f!assistant coach!reader
âDoes someone want to explain to me just what exactly Jamie Tartt is doing out on the field?â
All three coaches turn to you at the sound of your voice, but itâs Tedâs eyes that light up the second he registers your presence. A smile curls onto his lips as he turns to face you, posture nonchalant with his hands shoved into his pockets. âAh! Well, if it isnât my favourite assistant coach, Y/N! I was worried something had happened.â
Blinking back at Ted, you simply cross your arms over your chest. âWhat is Jamie doing out on the field?â
Ted lets out a laugh but it comes across more as a grimace as he rubs the back of his neck, turning his head to glance at Nate and then Beard.Â
Itâs Beard who explains.Â
âTed invited him back to the team.â
The water bottle youâd been holding in your hands promptly falls to the ground with a thud as your lips part, mouth left wide open, staring blank faced at Ted who continues to laugh somewhat uncomfortably.
âWhat?â
Beard raises his hands as if to gesture that he is an innocent party in your accusation all whilst you shift your shocked expression to a glare at Ted.
âWell, you know⊠IâI just thought that, well⊠heâs a good player, yeah?â
Shaking your head, you huff; âregrettably so.â Because even you werenât bitter enough to not admit that Jamie was a great football player. Fantastic really. ButâBut he was an absolute prick who youâd thought youâd never have to work with ever again.
âAnd this team needs a little something to spice us up, yeah?â Ted, in Ted style, does a little dance (thatâs meant to make you laugh) to add to the effect of his words.
âNo,â you say blankly, before Ted raises a brow at you. Sighing, your shoulders fall. âYeah.â
Offering you a smile, Ted rests his hand on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. âGive him a chance, okay?â He asks, his eyes pleading as he nods down at you. âI think he really means to make up for it all.â
You seriously doubt that. But, you donât voice that opinion.
âFine,â you surrender, dropping your hands to your side. âBut Iâm allowed to laugh at him when this team kicks his arse. Which they will because he deserved it.â
Ted snorts at that, âdonât worry, Nateâs already got you beat on that front.â
Your eyes shift to said man, and heâs sending you a wide grin and a thumbs up in a way that makes you chuckle despite how truly unhappy you were with Jamie only a few feet away from you, on your team.
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The only thing that had made practice somewhat bearable was seeing Jamie repeatedly knocked on his ass.
And then mocked by the rest of the team.
Truly, it brought a smile to your face.
Youâre still laughing to yourself about it as you finish packing up your stuff in the office you shared with Nate. Him, Ted, Beard and pretty much most of the team were already gone or on their way out the door, but you usually elected to stay a little longer than everyone else trying to come up with new gaming strategies, plays and honestly, team bonding exercises since you found it incredibly important that the team genuinely care for one another if they were going to play on a team together.
Youâre just sliding your laptop into your bag when a knock pulls you from your musings.
âOh, Sam, just give meââ
Except, it isnât Sam when you finally glance up. Itâs Jamie.
Youâre leaping to your feet before you can stop yourself, a surge of panic running through your body as your wide eyes meet his. Heâs blinking back at you, as if as shocked by your reaction as you were, and before you know it youâre glancing around, half expecting Ted or Beard to be there because why else would Jamie be here?
But neither of them are there, of course, theyâd left twenty minutes ago.
âCoach Lasso and Beard have already left,â you explain before he can say anything. âYouâre gonna have to wait until tomorrow to talk toââ
Shaking his head, Jamie takes a step towards you. âI wasnâ lookinâ for them. I, uh⊠was lookinâ for you actually.â
You blink. Once, twice, before your brows furrow. âWhat?â
He steps towards you again, fully stepping into your office as he scratches at his face absentmindedly, looking just as uncomfortable as you felt. He glances around for a moment before his gaze focuses back on you, and the serious expression on his face is one youâre not used to or know how to react to so you continue to stare blankly at him.
âI wanted to, em, apologize, I guess? Actually, no, not I guess. I am sorry. And I want to apologize for how I treated ya in the past. You know, for all the shitty things I said and did.â
You must be dreaming.
Surely, youâre dreaming.
Thereâs no way that the Jamie Tartt, famed football star and resident asshole, is apologizing to you. Some random female assistant coach on a team heâd once laughed at for existing? Yeah. Not possible.
But⊠itâs either that or heâs taking the piss out of you.
Whatever it is, the shock fades in seconds and is quickly replaced by an indescribable amount of anger.Â
Because, honestly? Screw him. Screw him for thinking he could walk in here, say sorry and itâd all be okay. After all that he did.
âYouâre sorry?â You ask, pointing at him.
He nods, slowly.Â
âThatâs funny,â is what you end up saying, letting out a snort as he blinks at you in surprise. âYou sure didnât seem sorry all those times you laughed at me when I tried to coach you. What was it you used to say?â You quirk a brow at him as his face falls, the hopeful glint that youâd accept his apology fading from his eyes as you laugh at him. âOh, thatâs right! That I wasnât meant to be a coach because Iâm a woman and rather, I should just look pretty and help make you look good. And if it wasnât you belittling me for my job, it was you trying to get in my pants and then laughing about it as if thatâs some sort of joke.â
You finish your rant with a huff, shoulders rising and falling heavily as Jamie continues to stare back at you.
You hadnât really realized how much his comments had truly hurt until that moment. Or, rather, youâd pushed them down so far to the back of your mind that it had been bubbling up until this very moment where he tries to apologize offhandedly like that was going to somehow make things better.
âI may have only known you for a little bit before you left us for Manchester, Jamie,â you add, voice considerably calmer as you frown at him. âBut you sure left an impression. And one little apology is not gonna make up for the amount of times I went home crying and feeling worthless, because of you.â
Jamie doesnât say anything. His lips part like he means to you, but he ends up just gaping at you like a goldfish, looking rather stupid, before thereâs a light knock on the door and youâre pulled from your thoughts only to find Sam poking his head into the office. He looks concerned, eyeing Jamie out of the corner of his eye with a certain edge, before turning to you.
Biting your lip, you blink, hating the way your vision blurs and quickly you wipe at your face before any tears can fall.
You refused to cry in front of Jamie.
âJust a second, Sam,â you call, offering him a small, somewhat forced smile. You turn to your desk, grabbing your bag and doing a quick survey to make sure you hadnât forgotten anything before promptly pushing your way past Jamie and slipping past Sam. He sets a hand on your back to guide you forward, blocking you from Jamieâs view and you donât see it, but just before Sam turns to walk away himself, heâs sending Jamie a rather nasty glare.
The message is clear; leave her alone.
-
The next morning thereâs a vase of flowers sitting on your desk.
Nate is eyeing them when you walk in, before he blinks at the sight of you and quickly turns away as if afraid you caught him staring. You just blink at him, before looking at the flowers once more.
Poking your head out to the main office, you gesture over your shoulder; âwhereâd the flowers come from?â
Beard raises his hands in a silent gesture that theyâre not from him, before your gaze falls to Ted.
âDonât look at me,â he shrugs. âYouâd know if I got you flowers,â he winks with a light chuckle and rolling your eyes as you make your way to your desk. Thereâs a card in front of the vase and as you take a seat, you take the card, flipping it open.
All thatâs written on it is the name of the flowers; Lily of the Valley.
Frowning, you let your eyes wander across the white flowers, leaning forward to smell them and letting your eyes fall shut at the sweet scent.Â
Only thing is, who sent them?
Leaning back on your chair, you peek into the locker room, trying to see who of the players is there. Thereâs not too many. Thereâs Sam, but you walked in with him so you know itâs not him, also he most likely wouldâve just given them to you if he was going to get you a bouquet of flowers. Isaacâs there, but you doubt heâd give them to you. Richard and Dani are there, but they're much too forward to try and secretly give you flowers.
And then your eyes fall on Jamie. Heâs already looking at you, but heâs quick to glance away the second your eyes fall on him, his cheeks turning a bit red.
Your brows furrow.
It couldnâtâ
âApparently, Lily of the Valley symbolizes apology. Specifically when one doesnât know how to apologize.â Nate explains, reading off of his phone, the card from your desk in his other hand, before he glances at you with a curious smile. âI wonder who wanted to apologize to you?â
You glance at Nate, before the flowers, before peeking back at Jamie whoâs tying the laces of his boots, pointedly not glancing up.
Moving back towards your desk, you stare at the flowers a moment longer.
What the actual hell.
-
âOh, justââ
Before you can properly register the voice, a blur of blue is suddenly in front of you, opening the door youâd been about to open yourself before your hand can even reach for the handle.
Slowly your eyes flicker upwards to fall on Jamie as he stands beside you, holding the door wide open, a rather proud smile plastered onto his face.
âThere ya go,â he offers, head tilting towards the door. âLadies first.â
Quirking a brow, you nod at Jamie slowly, stepping through the door while you try to fight the smile that threatens to curl onto your lips.
âSmooth, Tartt,â you offer over your shoulder.
He grins back at you, nodding at you.
You canât help the laugh, however, when instead of stepping through the door like you expected (assuming heâd only done it cause he needed something from here in the first place), he lets the door shut with a goofy wave, leaving you alone in the room.
Pausing, you shake your head.
That was new.
-
âAnd you, Coach?â
It takes you half a second to realize Jamie is talking to you and you only really realize it because Ted, Beard and Nate are all looking at you, waiting.
Blinking, you swallow thickly, eyes falling back on the team only to see theyâre all staring at you as well, also waiting. Your eyes fall on Jamie and heâs smiling at you, happy and all teeth as he rocks on his feet, patiently waiting for you to say anything you might or might not have to say.
Itâs not like the rest of the team hadnât ever asked you for your opinion or if you had any pointers. And of course Ted made sure to consistently ask for your suggestions, wanting to make sure you felt your voice was heard and included.
As the only female coach for a maleâs football team, youâd managed to find yourself an incredible group of boys who listened to you despite your gender and actively made sure to try out anything you suggested.
But never had you ever had all their attention like you do in that moment. All of them just standing there, solely focused on you.
And that was because of Jamie.
Biting your lip, you shuffle on your feet. âOh, well⊠Iââ
But your voice is shaky and youâre not sure how to say what you want, but as your eyes flicker back over to Jamie heâs still grinning at you, smile never wavering and heâs sending you a thumbs up.
As if to say; you got this.
And then the words just seem to pour from your lips after that.
-
The addition of Roy Kent to the line up of coaches is both positive and negative.
And really, it isnât negative for anyone but yourself. Not that having Roy on the team was negative, just, well⊠It was already hard enough being the only women assistant coach with two other men, but now you were competing with three men and Roy was nothing if not an intimidating and commandeering addition to the team.
His desk had been squished in between yours and Nateâs and while the man was lovely, if not a little aggressive, by the end of his first day you found yourself drained and feeling like a fool. Roy wasnât just another man, but he was a previous football star himself; he had the on field experience to back up his suggestions and he knew what he was talking about so that when he did say something, no one really batted an eye to his suggestions.
Or, at least, questioned them.
Worst part was you liked Roy. Sure he swore a lot, and sometimes heâd grunt instead of replying to you but before heâd had to leave the team, heâd always listened to your suggestions with an open mind and never made you or the suggestions feel less just because it was a woman saying them. He was an absolute sweetheart underneath all of the gruff, and you knew him outside of work quite well as well because he was dating Keeley.
So, with the jealousy that you couldnât help but have, you also felt extremely guilty.Â
âAre⊠Are you alrighâ?â
Gasping, you sit up at the voice, panicked eyes glancing around until you settle on Jamie.
âJesus, Tartt,â you breathe, pressing a hand to your chest as you shake your head. âYou scared the shit out of me.â
âSorry,â he offers with a light laugh. âI didnâ mean to.â
âItâs fine,â you sigh, letting yourself relax once more as you slump against the wall behind you, pulling your knees closer to yourself. âI just thought I was alone. Didnât think anyone would come wandering in here.â
Jamie steps into the room at that, letting the door shut behind him as he nods. âSaw you come in âere,â he explains, taking a seat across from you. âWanted to make sure you were alrighââ
Shaking your head, you brush him off; âI'm fine.â
âYou, um⊠you sure?â
Turning to Jamie, heâs staring back at you in a way that tells you he doesnât believe you. Heâs got a concerned look in his eyes and heâs fidgeting with his fingers, his knee rocking nervously as he tries to find the words to say.
Sighing, you shake your head; âitâs stupid.â
âNot when it comes to ya.â
Blinking, you turn to Jamie, lips parted in surprise. Except, he doesnât seem shocked by what he said or embarrassed. He continues to stare back at you with that concerned look in his gaze, patiently waiting for you to explain whatâs going on.
âItâs just⊠Itâs hard,â you start, struggling to find the words. How do you explain to him, not only a man but the same man that used to belittle you for the exact same thing youâre feeling self conscious about, that you feel like youâre being tested in your own job everyday just because youâre a woman? You werenât sure heâd understand. And honestly, although youâve seen the changes in him and regrettably started to believe them, you werenât positive he wouldnât just laugh at you for it anyways.
And yet, you continue to speak.
âBeing what I am at my job,â you add, eyeing him carefully.
Jamie frowns. âBeing a woman?â
Inhaling sharply, you nod; âyeah. I know Ted and the rest of the guys would never belittle me or make me feel less because I am, but⊠Itâs just hard being the only woman coach for a team of men. Even if you guys donât mean to, and I know you donât, you all naturally gravitate towards Ted and the guys more than you do me.â
Lips parting, Jamie stares back at you.
Avoiding his gaze, you glance down at your lap. âMakes me doubt myself sometimes.â
âOh.â
Nodding, you pull at a thread on your pants. âYeah. Oh.â
Silence follows and you feel ten times more uncomfortable as the seconds pass. You can still feel Jamieâs gaze on you, watching, waiting, maybe trying to find something to say, and itâs making you feel more and more embarrassed as time goes.Â
Shaking your head, you suddenly move to a stand.
âAnyways, itâs late so you shouldââ
âI think yer an amazing coach.â
Lips left parted, you turn, only to find Jamie suddenly standing in front of you.
âYou make great strategy plays, you are undeniably smart about the terminology and nobody cares about the wellbeing of the team more than you,â he continues, his gaze never once faltering. âYou cheer us on and never ever make us feel like weâre doing something wrong or stupid for askinâ for help. I know it feels like we listen to the guys more, but every single one of us leans on your advice heavily and weâd be lost without yer support and guidance.â
Eyes widening, you donât realize it until you blink that youâre crying.
Your hand falls to your cheek, feeling wetness.
âShit,â Jamie curses and your eyes fall back on him. âI didnât mean to make ya cry, I justââ
Your arms wound around him before he can finish, pulling him flush against you as you press your head into the crook of his neck. Jamie freezes at the touch, body tensing but just for a second before he eases, his own arms coming around to wrap around you in return.
âThank you,â you whisper to him, âI⊠Thank you so much.â
âO-Of course,â he murmurs, voice low and you can feel his chest rumble against your cheek. âI just⊠thought ya should know.â
Biting your lip, you pull back at that, quickly wiping the tears off your cheeks as you step away from him. Jamie lets you go with ease, both of your cheeks red, yours burning when you realize youâd not only just flung yourself at him but youâd gotten his shirt wet with your tears.
âI.. Iâm sorry,â you whisper, gesturing to his chest. âI didnât mean to cry on you.â
Jamie shrugs; âno worries, love.â
Meeting his eyes, the two of you stare at each other for a moment, before youâre quickly stepping past him. âAnyways, I should⊠I should go.â
âOh. Oh, yeah. Me⊠Me too.â
Reaching for the door, you glance back at him; âIâll see you tomorrow?â
Nodding, Jamie grins down at you; âsee you tomorrow.â
-
âWeâve got a problem.â
Both Keeley and Rebecca turn to you at your words, whatever theyâd been saying promptly getting cut off the second they see the panic on your face.
Rushing you inside, they settle on either side of you on Rebeccaâs couch in her office, Keeleyâs arm wrapped around your waist and Rebecca offering you a cup of tea as they turn to you with concerned eyes.
âOkay, lay it out,â Rebecca says, âwhatâs wrong and who do I have to fire?â
Letting out a light laugh, you shake your head. âYou donât have to fire anyone.â
âGood,â she nods, âbecause I didnât want to fire anyone.â
Rolling your eyes teasingly, you take a sip of your tea before reaching forward to set it on the table.
âOkay, then, babes,â Keeley speaks up, frowning at you, âthen whatâs the matter? You came in here looking like something horribleâs happened.â
Letting out a groan, you press your hands to your face; âthatâs because something horrible has happened.â
âWhat?â Keeley presses, squeezing your arm.
Taking a deep breath, you hesitate a moment, eyeing the both of them, before you whisper in shame; âI think I fancy Jamie.â
Thereâs a beat of silence, before;
âLike Tartt?â Keeley asks, eyes widening in absolute surprise. âJamie Tartt? Our Jamie Tartt?â
âLike on my team Richmond, Jamie Tartt?â Rebecca adds, pointing at herself before gesturing to her office.
Cheeks burning, you hide your face in your hands again. âYes.â
Keeley and Rebecca eye each other for a moment, before Rebeccaâs pulling your hands away from your face.
âY/N.â
You just shake your head, trying to grab a pillow to further hide yourself.
âBabes, stop,â Keeley laughs lightly. âExplain to us why you fancy Jamie.â
âYeah,â Rebecca encourages. âItâs alright.â
Hands falling to your lap with a huff, you frown. âItâs all his fault,â you whine. âBecause heâs trying to be better now and I canât handle that. Before, you know, when he was a prick, thatâs just it! He was a prick. And Iâm sorry Keeley for saying this but I always found him a little attractive.â
Snorting, Keeley shakes his head; âbabes, why do you think I dated him?â
Biting your lip, you sigh. âBut he was awful, right?â She nods and Rebecca snorts, clearly feeling thatâs an understatement. âAnd when he came back, I was so mad. Mad because he was so mean and laughed at me and belittled me for being a woman, and not to mention he was terrible to the whole team. Like when he used to bully Nate or hog the ball and never give Sam a chance to show his skill.â
They both nod to your words.
âSo I was upset. Upset because he was back and because Ted didnât tell me or ask me how I felt. And I said to myself that this whole apology thing was just an act and heâd go right back to being his old self in a few days. I was proud of myself too because when he tried to apologize, I didnât let him.â Keeley squeezes your arm at that and Rebecca smiles proudly. âBut then the next day I came in and he bought my flowers!â
Their eyes widen.
âHe did?â
âYeah,â you nod at Keeley. âA big bouquet of Lily of the Valley and you know what Lily of the Valley symbolizes?â
Keeley shakes her head and Rebecca sighs, shoulders falling. âApology,â she explains for you. âYou give them to someone you hurt and donât know how to apologize to.â
Keeleyâs lips part in disbelief; âI never got fucking Lily of the Valleyâs.â
Sinking into the couch, you cry out; âexactly! And then he starts opening doors for me and helping me pack things up⊠heâs listening to me in practice when he never used to, deliberately asking for my opinion after practice after the rest of the coaches have said their pieces. He tells the rest of the team to shut up if he feels theyâre not listening to me and he asks me for pointers alone so he can get better. And! God! I was upset and he made this whole big speech about how amazing a coach I am and how the team appreciates me and shit and then I hugged him and cried on him and he didnât laugh at me or make me feel like shit. He⊠he was actually really fucking sweet.â
The second youâre done ranting, Keeley and Rebecca glance at each other, before coming to the same conclusion.
âWell,â Keeley says hesitantly. âIt definitely sounds like you fancy him.â
Pulling at your hair, you let out a cry.Â
âNo, no,â Rebecca shakes her hand, pulling your hands away from your face and holding them safely in her own. âItâs fine, love. Jamie has really turned himself around.â
âHe has,â Keeley is quick to agree. âI mean, he never did any of that stuff for me and we were already in a relationship.â
âBut it isnât fine,â you argue, shaking your head. âBecause heâs Jamie Tartt, and heâs fucking fit and now heâs nice too⊠and heâs a star football player and Iâm just Y/N Y/L/N, some random assistant female coach on a team of male football players. No one knows me and Iâm not special and Iâm not a model or a celebrity or any of the usual types he goes for.â
âThat is absolutely not true,â Rebecca says instantly, face appalled as if she canât believe youâve just said what you have.
âYou are Y/N fucking Y/L/N.â Keeley adds, moving to grip your cheeks tightly between her hands. âThe first and only female assistant coach of Richmond who has come up with more strategy plays that have helped us win than anyone else. Not to mention, you are proper fit. You are an absolutely fucking gorgeous and successful woman that Jamie would be incredibly lucky to have.â
Lips parting, you blink. Keeley and Rebecca are both looking at you in a way that leaves no room for arguments and feeling your eyes water, you pout; âyou mean that?â
âOf course I fucking mean that.â
âY/N,â Rebecca calls, squeezing your hands tightly. âI am so proud of you and the woman that you are and incredibly lucky to have you as a coach for my team. I know that, Keeley knows that, the team knows that and it looks like Jamie is aware of that more than anyone else. I know itâs hard to leave yourself vulnerable like this, but at least give him a shot.â
Biting your lip, you meet her eyes, finding the reassurance in them you needed before you glance over at Keeley who is grinning widely, nodding.
âOkay,â you whisper. âOkay.â
-
Youâd believed what Rebecca and Keeley said.
Of course you did because you know theyâd never lie to you.
And youâd promised them youâd give Jamie a chance before simply believing thereâs no way heâd like you. But promising and doing was a lot different, and itâs hard to find the chance to say anything to him over the next few days.
The whole team is anxious because of the game against Manchester City coming up, especially since the last time theyâd played them, it was the match that had gotten them regulated. Adding even more to that, Jamie had been on the Manchester team when that had happened and even though you know heâd made great strides towards making up with the team since coming back to Richmond, he was just anxious as the rest of them.
For a multitude of reasons you didnât understand.
So, there wasnât a chance to say anything.
And there certainly wasnât one now that theyâd lost. Youâd briefly wondered to yourself that if they won, maybe you could run to Jamie and just confess your feelings then, thick in the adrenaline of it all. Like they did in the movies. All sweet and romantic.
Only, Richmond hadnât won and you certainly werenât going to now.
Especially when you were just as disappointed as the rest of them.
Youâre speaking with Ted and Roy in the locker room when Jamieâs father comes in, and any conversation youâd been having falls silent the second he does.
You watch in stunned silence as Jamieâs father makes an embarrassment of himself, laughing and joking as he makes fun of the team's loss before zeroing in on Jamie himself. He says the cruelest things, and everything clicks in that moment why Jamie was the way that he was before heâd left Richmond.
And when Jamie punches his father straight across the face, you jump and your hands fall to your lips but youâre not shocked and you donât think Jamie is wrong either.
No one says anything and no one does anything as Beard dragâs Jamieâs father out of the locker room and Jamie stands there, still standing in a defensive position. You want to do something, you want to say something, but you donât think itâs your place. And you donât know if Jamie would even feel all that much comfort with having you do anything.
Roy steps past you in the next second, taking Jamie into his arms and he loses it then, his sobs echoing throughout the otherwise silent room.
Ted runs past you at one point, but you donât notice, eyes stuck on that of Jamie and Roy.
Then, Royâs pulling away, but Jamieâs still got tears in his eyes, pressing his hand to his eyes as he tries to hide away. Suddenly, Royâs eyes are on you, and heâs smiling in a knowing way, before promptly kicking everyone else out of the room. Your eyes widen as he does, body tensing in panic as Roy nods at you just before shutting the door behind him, leaving just you and Jamie in the room alone.
You can hear him sniffling to himself, a small sob breaking past his lips as you stand there, feeling out of place and like youâre stepping past his boundaries. So, slowly, you step towards him. ïżœïżœïżœI can, uh, leave too if youâd like someââ
âNo,â is all Jamie says before heâs pulling you into a hug, arms wrapping around you tightly as he presses his face into the crook of your neck. You freeze at the action at first, unsure what to do or say, before slowly your body eases, and your arms are raising, hands falling to his back as you squeeze him tightly.
He clutches onto you, sobbing into your neck, and you let him wordlessly, rubbing his back in smooth, slow patterns in a way you hope is comforting.
And the two of you stay like that for a while.
-
Your relationship from then on changes.
More than it already had.
You find yourself willingly hanging out with him when you wouldâve avoided it otherwise before. Jamie always seems to be there, lending a helping hand or letting you talk his ear off about something or another.
The two of you never really spoke about what had happened in that locker room but you didnât need to. It went without saying. You understood Jamie in a way that you hadnât before, and although it didnât excuse it, it made sense why heâd been the way had been before and it showed him trying to be better meant a lot more than it had before.
So, the season ends, and you watch the changes Jamieâs doing with a smile and a completely different attitude. When he gives Dani the shot, or when he joins in on team chants before matches. Heâs still arrogant and cocky, but itâs in a more loveable way than it had been before, and now when he comes in every morning wearing his stupid ICON hat and dumb sunglasses, you can barely hide the smile that curls onto your lips.
Or the way that despite him wearing such stupid things, you think he looks ridiculously hot.
The season ends and then the new one starts up with one less coach after Nate had left only to join West Ham. It had certainly been a betrayal and youâd be lying if you said it hadnât hurt. Youâd always felt like Nate had understood you in a way maybe some of the others didnât and the two of you had shared that office alone for so long that you couldnât help the way youâd cried when youâd realized what heâd done.
Jamie holds you through it.Â
A soft, gentle and comforting presence that never makes you feel silly for feeling so hurt and betrayed and for that, youâre eternally grateful.
Suddenly, Jamie is someone you canât live without. You look forward to every morning you see him walk into the locker room, and you find yourself texting him at night, unable to stop the giddy feeling that floods you every time you hear your phone ding and see itâs him calling or texting you.
Keeley and Rebecca tease you all whilst constantly trying to get you to confess. You always say that you will, but you never do.
Youâre mad for him, that you know but you donât know if heâs mad for you and you donât want to ruin the relationship the two of you have built just because of your stupid feelings. It was nice having him as a friend, and although every time you saw him you just wanted to kiss him, you didnât want to lose that friendship either.
So you never say anything.
-
âSo, I would suggest justââ
âY/Nâ?â
Lips left parted at the sound of Sam, you turn to him as he pokes his head into the office. He freezes when he sees Jamie standing behind you, the two of you going over one of his plays, your hand left held with the whiteboard marker and he winces. âIâm so sorry. I did not mean to interrupt you two.â
Jamie is waving his hand in reassurance as you smile at Sam, letting your hand fall; âitâs fine, Sam. Whatâs up?â
âI just wanted to let you know that I wonât be able to drive you home tonight,â he explains, chancing a quick glance at Jamie before focusing back on you. âI have to run by the restaurant before heading home and Iâm not sure how long it will take.â
âOh,â you blink, shaking your head. âItâs fine, Sam. I can walk home tonight. Itâs no problem.â Then, cheekily, you canât help but add; âas long as when you finally do let me see your restaurant, everything is on the house.â
Laughing, Sam shakes his head; âit already was. And for you,â he points at you with a grin, âitâll always be.â
Smilingly, you nod, waving him goodbye as he does the same, slipping out of the office. You laugh quietly to yourself as he does, before turning to find Jamieâs eyes on you, and you blink; âsorry,â you offer bashfully. âWhere were weââ
âI didnât know Sam drove you home?â
Pausing, you shift back to face Jamie. âOh, yeah. He saw that I was walking home one night, offered me a drive and itâs been like that since.â
Jamie nods, slowly. âYou two are close.â
âUm, yeah?â You agree with a shrug. âSam is easy to talk to, I guess. Super friendly and kind.â
âHm,â Jamie hums lightly. âHe does look like heâd make a good boyfriend.â
It takes you half a second to register what Jamieâs said both because you feel thatâs a weird observation for Jamie to make and also because when in that conversation did you say he was your boyfriend?
âWeâre not dating,â you explain, shaking your head as you laugh. âWeâre just friends.â
Jamieâs eyes widen, cheeks warming in faint embarrassment but⊠is that a hint of relief you see? Probably not, youâre just psyching yourself out.
âOh.â
Nodding, you bite your lip; âyeah.â
âCool,â Jamie hums and you raise a brow at him, before turning back to the whiteboard.
âDid you wannaâŠ?â
Jamie is quick to agree, shifting on his feet to put his focus back on what you were saying before Sam had stepped in. But then, just as your lips part to continue, Jamie is interrupting you;
âI could drive you home.â
He says it so nonchalantly you think you imagine him saying it at first.
You glance at him over your shoulder, and he turns to you.
âIf youâd like.â
âUm,â and you hate the way your voice shakes or the nerves that rattle your entire being. âSure⊠Sure, thatâd⊠thatâd be great. If you donât mind?â
âNot at all,â he assures with a grin. âWhy would I mind having a pretty girl in me car?â
Cheeks burning you quickly glance back ahead of yourself to not let him see how much that simple comment made your heart flutter and your insides feel like jelly. Inhaling sharply, itâs hard to fight the smile from curling onto your lips as you move to continue saying what youâd been trying to say before.
Youâre so focused that you donât see Jamie watching you, a grin curling onto his own lips when he sees how flustered you are.
-
âPretty coach.â
Halting in your step, you glance up, only to have to crane your head upwards when you find Zava, the star player Rebecca had managed to score, staring down at you. Heâs tall, very tall, and youâre not exactly sure why heâs here, in the middle of the hall, or why heâs talking to you.
âZava,â you greet nervously, offering a small smile.
Heâs stepping towards you, effectively closing the distance between you as your eyes widen, freezing when he reaches forward to take your hand in his own. Before you know it, heâs pressing his lips against the top of your hand, a gentle, swift kiss as he glances at you through his lashes, smirking.
âI look forward to working under you as my coach,â he explains, accent thick as he pulls his lips away. It doesnât escape your notice that he doesnât let go of your hand, though.
âOh, um, meâme too. But youâll mainly be working under Coach Lasso since heâs the headâ...â
Your words trail when you realize heâs not really listening. Heâs just⊠staring. Directly at you.
Swallowing thickly, with your free hand, you touch your face; âis there something on myââ
âOh no, no,â he laughs gently, squeezing your hand. âYou just have the most beautiful eyes.â
Feeling yourself warm, you meet his eyes in surprise before glancing down at your feet, âoh, um, thankââ
âOi.â
The new voice is sharp and your head is spinning over your shoulder only to see Jamie promptly making his way over to you. Youâre surprised by how angry he looks, but his attention isnât focused on you and rather Zava as he quickly makes his way over, pulling your hand out of Zavaâs and gently pushing you behind him as he blocks you from sight from Zava. You flush when you realize Jamieâs still holding onto your hand, before slowly peeking over his shoulder.
âTartt,â Zava grins, âitâs wonderful to see you.â
âYeah, yeah,â Jamie huffs. âJust keep your hands to yourself, okay?â
Raising his hands in surrender, Zava laughs, stepping back as he moves to walk away. His eyes catch yours and he winks at you before turning to walk off.
âPrick.â Jamie hisses under his breath.
You pause at that, turning to him only to see his eyes set in a glare, watching Zava disappear down the hall before you let out a giggle. Jamieâs eyes fall on you the second you do, gaze softening when he sees you giggling.
âWhat?â
âNothing,â you smile, biting your lip as you glance up at him. âJust funny. You're calling him a prick.â
Jamieâs eyes widen in mock hurt; âhe is!â
âSure,â you shrug. âAnd so were you.â
âBut not anymore,â he teases, rolling his eyes at you.
âTrue,â you agree, shocking him by how easily you do. You just continue to smile at him, âdefinitely not anymore.â
Jamie stares down at you, eyes never leaving your face. âHeâs right about one thing, though.â
Quirking a brow, you tilt your head; âyeah? And whatâs that?â
âYou do have the most beautiful eyes.â
That was the last thing you expected.
Lips parting, youâre burning red as you promptly slap Jamie in the arm.
âOw!â He hisses, pulling away as his hand (regrettably) leaves yours. âWhat was that for?â
You just stare back at him, pouting, embarrassed, hoping he canât hear how fast your heart is beating.
Or notice that the way he said it meant way more than it did coming from Zava.
âPrick.â
Jamie just blinks, pouting; âwhat did I do?â
-
You let out a laugh as Jamie comes running up on the bus cheering about seeing Windmills, shaking your head with a grin as the rest of the guys cheer him on.
He walks down the aisle, high fiving a few of the guys until his eyes settle on you. Leaning your head against the seat, you grin cheekily up at him. âDid you have a fun night?â You ask with a head tilt, biting the inside of your cheek.
Smiling down at you, Jaime nods; âyeah, you?â
âPerfect,â you assure. âSpent a quiet night in my room.â
âThe boys didnât keep ya company?â He frowns, and he looks like heâs about to say something before you quickly reach forward, grabbing his wrist.
âThat was team bonding stuff, silly,â you roll your eyes. âBesides, I had the most relaxing bath. It was fine.â
He glances down at you, not saying anything, but you feel your chest tighten when you see the way his eyes glance across your entire figure at the word bath.
Ignoring the butterflies, you smile; âsaved you a seat, see?â You gesture to the empty window seat next to you, and Jamie laughs.
âYou want the window seat?â
âYup,â you grin, shuffling over to the other side as Jamie takes your old spot. You settle down next to him, arm brushing against his as he grins over at you.
âYou got lots of training done last night?â
Jamie nods, âyup. Taughâ Roy how to ride a bike.â
Brows furrowing, you briefly wonder how that happened in the midst of training but you let it go all the same, shrugging as you laugh. âBut you made sure to get some rest, yes?â You add, turning to him with a quirked brow. âBecause you remember what I said about training? If you push yourself too hard, youâre not goingââ
ââto help anyone,â he finishes for you with a chuckle. âYes, I remember.â
âGood,â you nod, squeezing his arm.Â
âAnd you?â
Blinking, you turn to him.
âDid you get some rest last night?â
You nod, touched by his concern. âYeah,â you assure, âlike I said, spent the night in my room, resting.â
âGood,â he repeats your words from earlier and you turn your head away to the window when you feel yourself smiling.
Yet, despite that, an hour later, youâve passed out on Jamieâs very own shoulder, softly snoring away.
Jamie is careful not to move, not wanting to wake you up, but when Dani turns to take a photo excitedly, he doesnât stop him.
âHey,â he whispers to Dani, âsend that to me, okay?â
-
âYou need to talk to Jamie.â
Raising a brow, you glance up at Roy.
â...I do?â
âHeâs a mess,â is all Roy says.
âOkayâŠ?â
âAnd you need to talk to him.â
Biting your lip, you hum; âbecause?â
Huffing, Roy rolls his eyes like youâre the one being annoying. âBecause youâre the only one heâll listen to, so you need to talk to him and get him out of whatever funk heâs in.â
âOkay,â you nod, âIâll talk to him.â
-
You donât get the chance to talk to him until youâve arrived at the hotel the night before the game and even then itâs not really you talking to him.
The movie youâd all watched together is over and Ted had set a curfew but Jamie is taking your hand in his, throwing his hood up and leading you out of the hotel without another word. You glance over your shoulder to see Roy glancing at you in confusion, but you just shrug your shoulders and then Keeley is sending you two thumbs up with a bright grin and before you know it, you both are out the hotel and making your way across the street.
You let him lead, expecting him to say something, but he never really does. Heâs eerily silent the entire walk, and it isn't until twenty minutes have passed that you finally tug on his grip and pull him to a stop. He glances back at you in surprise but youâre just shaking your head up at him, confused.
âIf this is your way of getting me alone to murder me, Iâm going to be really upset.â
He blinks at your words, confused at first, before he shakes his head. âNo, no⊠of course not. I⊠I want you to meet someone.â
âOh,â you mumble, feeling yourself ease as you meet his gaze. Heâs staring back at you, obviously waiting for you to agree and with a gentle smile, you nod.
âOkay.â
Itâs his mom.
He wanted you to meet his mom.Â
Youâre confused, extremely so, as Jamie leads you up the steps to a house, knocks and some older gentleman opens the door. He recognizes Jamie and invites the both of you in, and youâre left standing in the entrance way, baffled as you hug your coat closer to yourself, until a woman comes running down the stairs, screaming Jamieâs name and then suddenly sheâs in his arms and heâs spinning her and calling her âmommyâ and it all clicks.
You can't help the smile that curls onto your lips at the sight, feeling like youâre being allowed to see a side of Jamie others rarely were.
And when Jamie introduces you to his mom, the smile turns into shock when she says; âyouâre the one Jamieâs told me so much about!â And before you even have time to register those words or see Jamie glancing at you, sheâs wrapping you up in her arms and hugging you so tightly as she gushes about how much sheâs wanted to meet you.
You spend the night being welcomed by his mother and her boyfriend, before you leave Jamie to have his much needed conversation with his mom. Simon shows you around the house, before leaving you to glance around Jamieâs childhood bedroom yourself. You all but squeal at his Roy Kent poster, before rolling your eyes at Keeleyâs, but happily glance round the rest of the room. You look at all his trophies and childhood photos, little drawings heâd done or books heâd read.
Before you know it, Jamieâs poking his head into the room and calling for you.
âOh, Jamie,â you smile, âare you all done catching up with your mom?â
He nods, âyeah, you wanna get out of here? Go back to the hotel?â
âSure,â you agree with ease, stepping toward him. He sets his hand against your back, leading you back towards the door where you say your final goodbyes. You thank Simon for the tour and give Georgie a huge hug, expressing how happy you were to meet her before she makes you promise youâll come by and visit again.
Youâre not quite sure how to reply to that, but itâs okay because Jamie does it for you, promising the two of you will stop by for an actual dinner soon.
And then, itâs just the two of you, making your way back to the hotel.
âSo,â you call out, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. âYou told your mum about me?â
Jamie rolls his eyes at that, huffing. âOf course I did. Why wouldnât I?â
That certainly isnât the response you were expecting, so, with warm cheeks, you glance at your feet.
âGot it all sorted now?â
Jamie hums, âyup. Sorry if I worried ya.â
You shake your head. âThink you had Roy in more of a panic, if Iâm being honest. Poor man couldnât breathe, he was so worried.â
Jamie snorts at that, lightly nudging you with his arm. âSo, ya werenâ worried at all?â
Turning your head, your smile fades as you meet his gaze. âNo, I was. I just didnât want to overstep.â
âYou could never overstep,â Jamie assures, âI shouldâve been open about how I was feelinâ. Just needed to sort it out for meself.â
Smiling softly to yourself, you hug your hands behind your back. âWell, Iâm glad you figured it all out, Jamie. Really. Now you can kick some serious ass tomorrow, yeah?â Youâre smiling as you say it, nudging him back with your own arm as the two of you continue to walk.
Then, suddenly, Jamie stops.
Frowning, you glance back at him; âare youâ?â
âMe mum helped me with somethinâ else.â
âOh,â you mumble, not sure where he was going with this. âWhatâs that?â
âSaid I should stop being such a pussy and tell you how I really feel.â
Lips parting, you freeze. âOh.â
Jamie nods, slow, and you can tell heâs nervous by the way heâs shuffling on his feet. âSo⊠here goes.â
Your eyes widen when he steps forward, closing the distance between the two of you until heâs right in front of you, inches away. Your eyes follow him, head tilted back as you stare up at him, unsure what to do or say. But you donât need to, because Jamie is speaking up in the next second.
âIâm in love with ya,â he confesses, letting the words just slip past his lips. âIâve been in love with ya since you hugged me after me dad in Wembley. Maybe before that, I dunno. All I know is that when I came back to Richmond, all I was focused on was makinâ everyone like me again and then you yelled at me that day in yer office and I realized it was more than that. It wasnât just about makinâ people like me, but makinâ up for the cruel things I'd done. Iâm so sorry for the way I treated ya before, but I want you to know that I think the absolute world of ya. You are kind and sweet and smart and proper fit and⊠I dunno, you might not feel the same but I donât wanna go on another day not having you know how crazy I am for ya.â
His words settle, carry on in the silence, as you stare back up at him, lips left parted, disbelief coursing through your veins.
Jamieâs confidence wavers as the silence carries and heâs shuffling on his feet in worry as he swallows thickly. âYou donât have to say anythinâ,â he assures, rambling now with nerves. âI just wanted ya to know, soââ
But you cut him off by pressing your lips firmly against his own.
Jamie stumbles back from the pure force of the kiss at first, before he catches his balance and the shock fades and his hands are falling on your waist as he squeezes, returning the kiss with just as much passion. Maybe more. He kisses you like heâs been waiting to do this for weeks, and you realize, he maybe has. He holds you like you're the only thing in that moment that matters and you let yourself sink into his touch, turning to putty in his hands as you thread your fingers through his hair.
Then, slowly, you pull away, breathless as he smiles down at you.
âI love you too,â you whisper, âsince the day you left me those flowers.â
Jamieâs eyes widen and his lips part but you donât have the care to be embarrassed by your confession; it just felt good to finally, finally be able to say the words out loud.
âAnd I am so excited to see you kick ass tomorrow.â You breathe out, pressing your hands to his cheeks as you smile up at him, eyes dazed and sparkling with delight.Â
Pressing his forehead against yours, Jamie presses a gentle kiss to your lips.
âAnd I canât wait to see you kick ass tomorrow.â
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richmond's receptionist
part 2.
pairings: jamie tartt x reader, basically all of richmond is mentioned tho
summary: where you're the receptionist at richmond fc and you slowly but surely form a close bond with star striker jamie tartt
words: 6864
warnings: none just swearing and a little bit of rude jamie
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day in and day out you watch the people of richmond fc enter and exit the home of their beloved football team. you spend your days behind the blue reception desk doing admin; sending emails, taking calls, and making sure everything is running smoothly. you've been the receptionist at Richmond for a little over three months, and you had no complaints so far. your favourite part of the day was watching Rebecca arrive to work. you always hear her heels before you see her, then she struts past your desk with a swift 'good morning' every day. not one day has gone by where she hasn't greeted you that way, and the acknowledgment lightens your mood each time.
as you're checking the company emails one morning, you hear Rebecca's footsteps approaching. you look up to smile at her, expecting the usual greeting, but instead she goes off-script.
"ah, good morning y/n. i'm not sure if you've seen the email but we are implementing a new daily register system. every morning, when our staff and players arrive, they must tick the box next to their name and note what time they arrive at. for visitors, they will have to sign their name on the bottom." you nod along attentively to her new instructions.
"okay, great! so, in the evenings, should everyone just do the same thing; tick the box, add the time?"
"you catch on fast. see, this is why I knew we needed a better receptionist," she smiles at you genuinely, adjusting her handbag on her arm before turning to walk to her office. "oh, and everyone should have received the email so I hope that saves you wasting time to explain this to everybody."
thanking her with a kind smile, you bid your goodbyes. you open your personal staff email, only to find an email from Higgins including a pdf of the sign in sheet. you take it upon yourself to print a week's worth, attaching them to a clipboard and placing it on top of the tall desk. you smile to yourself, looking forward to getting to know everyone's names and have more opportunities for small talk in the mornings.
the clock is nearing 8:30am, and you're already deep in your inbox forwarding and responding to emails. you've only had to explain the new system to a handful of staff, including Laughing Liam who, naturally, laughed at it. the players should be arriving soon, so you take the time to straighten your blouse and sit up straight in your chair. presumably, these men don't check their emails first thing in the morning, so you're expecting to have to repeat yourself a lot this morning.
"good morning y/n!" Colin chirps. he's the first of the team to arrive, as per usual.
"hey Colin! I thought I heard tires screech outside." you joke. "I'm not sure if you saw the email-"
"stop right there. i saw the email this morning." cutting you off, he picks up a Richmond pen before sliding the clipboard towards him and signing in. you chuckle to yourself and wave him goodbye.
soon after, the rest of the Richmond players flood into the building. some are in pairs, others in groups, and they even form a small queue as they wait their turn to sign in. Dani's excited by the new organisation plan, Roy grunts but still cracks a small smile, and Ted holds up the line talking to you whilst Beard signs both of them in. the only person to arrive alone, and last, is Jamie Tartt. he rolls right past you, not once looking up from his phone. you quickly call after him: "Uhm, Jamie!" you've never spoken to him, nevertheless called him by his first name.
his head lifts at the unexpected sound of your voice, and he looks around trying to find the source.
"sorry, Mr. Tartt. I didn't mean to shout... or call you Jamie," your voice goes quiet as he turns around to look at you, eyebrows raised in confusion. "what?" he replies, slowly walking towards the desk.
"basically, there's a bit of a new system here now. every morning and every evening you'll have to check in and out on this sheet. just tick the box next to your name and then add the time you arrive and leave." you explain with a smile, holding his questioning gaze the entire time.
"right, right, okay... what if, instead of me wasting me time clocking in and out, you just do it for me. you see me arrive, you sign me in. you see me leave, you sign me out. simple as." he states, and he sends you a quick wink before spinning around and heading straight for the locker room.
your mouth snaps open and shut a few times, surprised at his refusal to cooperate. you knew he had been a pain, despite his talent, but ever since he returned from manchester city he'd dropped his act a little. still, all you could do was watch his back, his bright orange jacket disappearing around the corner.
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the sign-in system is easily integrated into richmond fc's daily routine, everyone dedicating those few minutes every day to tick the box and smile at you. some even taking the time to have a chat with you and soon enough, you know everyone's names.
while your typing up an email to Keeley about a new sponsor, someone walks up to your desk and drums his hands atop it. your eyes snap up and a smile takes over your face at the sight of Ted.
"hi Coach, how are you doing?"
"I'm doing great, y/n, thanks for asking! I would ask how you're doing but I'm here about someone else..." Ted's gaze narrows and your smile shrinks slightly.
"what's up?" you turn your chair to face him to show your full attention is on him.
"my pal Higgins has informed me that one of my players hasn't been signing in with you every day."
"yeah..." you trail off, "Jamie hasn't really been making the effort. I'm sorry if I should have been doing it for him I just wasn't sure if that would be... against safety regulations... or something?"
Ted raises his eyebrows at you, stuffing his hands in his pockets, "did he ask you to sign him in and out every day?"
"yes, he did. he said I should just watch out for him coming and going then write down the time."
"oh okay, I see. I will talk to him at lunch. Don't you worry, y/n."
as he walks away, you sigh in relief, worried you were getting in trouble for Jamie's slacking. you turn back to your computer, cracking your knuckles before getting back to your work.
later that day, as you log out of your computer and start packing up your stuff, the team pours out of the locker room. some sign themselves out, some sign themselves and their mates out. you make sure to keep your eyes peeled for anyone trying to avoid the responsibility, but the only person who strides past the group with no remorse is, once again, Jamie Tartt. your eyes meet Ted's who is looking at you with an apologetic look. you shrug in response, brushing it off. Jamie is his own person, you're not in charge of him.
the next morning, the day starts as usual; Rebecca is the first to arrive, followed by some members of staff, before the coaching team and players pour in from the car park. despite people greeting you and talking, you only half-respond. you're too busy looking over everyone's heads trying to spot the stubborn player you just haven't been able to crack.
"I've spoken to that prick. he can't keep fucking you over. let me know if he causes any problems." Roy grumbles, interrupting your focus.
"cheers, Roy," you smile at him warmly, wondering if his words will have had any effect on Jamie.
when the clock strikes 9, you sink back into your chair. the last of the staff have arrived for their day, and training is about to start â but still, no Jamie Tartt.
you grab the clip board and flick through the pages, making sure you didn't miss him signing in. still, on every page, the boxes next to his name are left blank. you sigh, shaking your head, unsure of how to tell Rebecca you got through to everyone expect for one measly player.
"y/n?"
"that's me," you say, before looking up from the list of names.
there's two coffee cups in front of you, both with the name Jamie scribbled on the sides in black marker. you lift your gaze, and funnily enough, Jamie is stood in front of you.
"listen yeah, I jus' wanted to say sorry for not doin' the whole... sign-in sheet shit. Roy had a proper go at me yesterday, so... I brought you coffee. hope this makes up for it." he can barely meet your eyes as he speaks, but ends his apology with a small smile.
"oh, wow, thank you. that's very kind, Jamie." you genuinely smile at him, hoping his might lift even a little bit more. instead, his eyes soften.
"I just got you a latte. I hope that's okay, I weren't sure what you liked and didn't have time to ask Keeley so,"
"that's perfect, Jamie, thank you so much. you really didn't have to do this."
"yes, I did, I think. it's not fair for you to be worrying about your job because of me."
thanking him again, you take one of the takeaway cups, taking a small sip of the warm coffee. Jamie nods at you as if to say goodbye, and you return the nod with a cheeky wink. you can't be sure, but you think you see Jamie's smile finally reach his eyes as he turns around.
the following morning, as you're talking to Isaac about becoming the new team captain, you're interrupted by none other than Jamie. your face lightens up at the sight of him, and you laugh as he pushes Isaac with his shoulder, making him leave the front desk.
"what's this for?" you ask as he sets another coffee cup down in front of you.
"I dunno... I was already getting meself coffee, so I thought I might as well get you another latte."
"you don't have to do that, Jamie. but if it means you come to the desk to sign in then I won't complain."
you can't seem to take your eyes off his hands as he picks up the pen Isaac had just used. his fingers seem to move slowly over the page, smoothing over everyone's names until he reached his. you admire the rings on his fingers, taking a special interest in the gold signet on his pinky as it supports the pen gliding along the form.
"do you like it?"
you blink a few times before snapping out of your daydream, looking up to see Jamie smirking down at you.
"hm?" you ask, gulping down the embarrassment of being caught in your daze.
"do you like my ring?"
"what? your pinky ring? uhm, sure, yeah. it's nice..."
"good save, love. it's me granddad's. he gave it me when I first went to play for Man City."
"it's beautiful..." you say, smiling before looking down at the ring again. you notice how delicately his hands move as he puts the pen down. you didn't expect such a machismo to have such nice hands but you can tell Jamie takes good care of himself.
he smiles, huffing out a small chuckle at your admiration. "see ya later, y/n." "
"bye, Jamie." you smile, taking the clipboard from him. you glance down at his name, spotting a small heart drawn beside it. it's uneven and a bit jagged, but the doodle still tugs at your heart strings.
from then on, every single morning, you are greeted by a latte and a chat from Jamie. every day, he lingers more and more as you talk to each other, and you always end up drinking half of your coffees before he pulls himself away from your desk. in the evenings, he's always one of the first to sign out. instead of saying goodbye, he simply winks at you. you hate to admit it but you start memorising what times Jamie arrives and leaves. as much as you love talking to him, and especially him winking at you every time he leaves, you love waiting for him. you love the nerves that build in your stomach as you watch the clock, and by the time he finally reaches you, you're already slightly blushing. when he turns to leave your desk, your eyes follow his figure and you let the blush take over your cheeks completely.
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"hey, y/n, have you got a minute?" Isaac walks up to your desk.
"Isaac! of course!" you chirp, taking the last sip of your latte. Isaac reads the name written across the cup and raises his eyebrows knowingly.
"ah, speak of the devil,"
"what?" you turn the cup around, running your thumb across Jamie's name, "oh, yeah,"
"about Jamie... I really hate to involve you in actual football shit but he's been slacking a bit in training."
"oh, okay, would you like me to pass on the message to Rebecca?"
"no, no, it's just... he's been showing up late to training and then leaves early. during trainings, he's always... agreeing?" you raise your eyebrows at Isaac's words, "he never puts up a fight anymore, and we kind of need that Jamie Tartt for our big game this Saturday."
"I'm sorry, Isaac, but I'm not really sure what I can do about this. I really would love to help but there's not much I can do."
"I really hate to ask this from you, but," he takes a deep breath, a small smile appearing on his face, "I need you to piss him off a bit this week."
you laugh out loud, attempting to brush off his obvious joke by turning back to your computer.
"I'm not joking." his smile drops instantly, and your laugh falters before your face goes serious. "he likes you, so if you start acting cold towards him, it would really throw him off." Isaac's smile returns, and you giggle at his idea. trying not to read into his phrasing too much, you take a deep breath and nod.
"got it, Captain." you salute towards him. his eyebrows furrow as he curtly nods at you before turning around and jogging away.
what does he mean with Jamie liking you? a blush creeps up your face at the thought of him mentioning your name every time he's late, making up some excuse about the sign in taking too long. you start to brainstorm how you're going to turn the cold shoulder to Jamie this afternoon, feeling ever so slightly bad but trusting Isaac's judgement at the same time.
sure enough, Jamie is the first person out of training. you look up at him, and he smiles at you from the end of the hallway before jogging towards you.
"hi, y/n," his fingers drum on the desk, clearly excited to see you.
"if you'd just like to sign out for me there please, Jamie." you speak up, not looking up from your screen.
Jamie's immediately taken aback by your tone and from the corner of your eye you can see him pull his head back in confusion.
he chuckles awkwardly, attempting to diffuse the situation, "uhm, okay... what's the time, y/n?"
you don't respond, instead you point up at the clock on the wall behind you.
Jamie scoffs, quickly scribbling down the time and dropping the pen with a little bit of force. you don't react, as much as you wish you could just look up and meet his eyes.
"okay, bye then." he sighs deeply then heads towards the car park. as you see Isaac approach your desk, the rest of the team in tow, you hear an engine roar off into the distance.
"sounds like you've already pissed him off," Isaac says, "how did you manage that?"
"I just didn't look at him." you shrug nonchalantly.
"mhm, yeah he hates that. good job, bruv." he holds out his fist for you to bump. your knuckles meet his as you wink at him.
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"hi, y/n, you alright, yeah?"
you hear Jamie place down a coffee cup. he whistles a little tune trying to get your attention, but when you still don't look up at him, he just picks up the pen and quickly signs in.
"listen, I'm not sure if you're just busy or what, but we play the Spurs tomorrow and I'd really like to see you there."
before you can even look up at him, Jamie turns around and leaves. you wait until he's a few feet away before looking up to take your coffee. you stare at his back, sighing to yourself. you understand the Captain's orders but it doesn't feel right ignoring Jamie. you would never tell him but your little routine has become your favourite part of your day at Richmond. you watch as his pinky signet ring catches the bright lights of the hallway and you take the opportunity to rake your eyes over Jamie's figure. his grey skinny jeans hug his legs perfectly, and his black jacket accentuates his broad shoulders. you lift your gaze to see his hair is gelled back neatly. you continue to stare at him, and as he's just about to turn the corner, he turns his head to take one last look at you. your eyes just about meet before you quickly snap your head down, pretending you weren't looking at him.
"y/n! I heard you fixed Jamie!" Keeley squeals as her and Roy walk up to the desk.
"I know, I hate it!" you reply, slumping your shoulders.
"don't worry, y/n. he'll be back to normal after tomorrow's game." Roy helps.
"sure but I don't want him to hate me."
"trust me; he doesn't fucking hate you." he adds, raising an eyebrow.
Keeley nods, "it's true. he's got a soft spot for you."
"he still invited me to the game." you shrug, hopeful that means he doesn't hate you.
"ah! brilliant! I'll talk to Rebecca, I'm gonna get you a seat with us. that way, you can watch the match without him even knowing you're there!" Keeley bounces excitedly on the balls of her feet.
"doesn't that defeat the point of me being there?"
"no babe, it's all about the teasing. he's gonna be fuming when he thinks you're not there, and then after the game you can surprise him! it'll work wonders, I swear."
you give her a questioning look, turning to Roy for a second opinion. he stays completely silent, simply giving you a single nod.
"if you think it'll work, let's do it." you hesitate slightly, but ultimately agree. you won't mind teasing Jamie a little bit. it's all he ever does.
your eyes drift to the picture of him plastered on the wall beside you. the cocky smirk on his face taunts you as you consider just texting him an apology.
"good morning! whatever you said to Jamie really worked, y/n. he never passes to me anymore!" a chipper Sam says to you as he signs himself in.
"is that a really a good thing?"
"it is for now. but please, after tomorrow, bring him back to normal. he's almost my friend and I want to keep it that way." he gives you a sad smile before bidding you goodbye.
throughout the day, you take calls and file more admin work. you talk to Higgins, Ted, and Keeley, filling them in on the plan for the Tottenham match tomorrow. it's a struggle to sit at your desk with Jamie constantly filling up his bottle from the water fountain in front of you. there's plenty of others for him to use, but he's clearly making the extra effort to see you in the hopes you'll talk to him. much to your dismay, you continue to ignore him. it's only been two days that you've been ignoring Jamie, but it's still hard avoiding the one thing that makes your day just that little bit better.
all packed up to go home, you wait for the last sign outs of the day. Rebecca's heels descend the stairs, and once again you hear her before you see her.
"y/n, I'm so sorry to keep you waiting."
"no worries. that's my job," you smile at her, moving to exit your desk. you step down from the raised platform, about to shrug your jacket on.
"ah- ah- ah, I'm afraid I'm not the last to go home." Rebecca interrupts your movement, pointing a finger down the hallway.
"oh, uh, who's left?" you ask her, already taking your jacket off again.
"I think there's someone in the gym. oh, and there's a package for you in the coach's office. don't forget to pick that up before you leave."
you shake your head, confused; "uhm, okay then. I'll see you tomorrow, Miss Welton." you smile at her politely, giving her a small nod.
"Rebecca." she assures you with a small which mirrors yours. as she turns to leave, you hold back a sigh and place your jacket and bag atop the desk. you iron down your shirt and fix the pleats on your trousers before venturing down the hallway.
you can hear small puffs and the whirring of a treadmill as you get closer to the coach's office. choosing to cut through the locker room, you look at the large empty space. you look over each name on the far side, reading them out loud quietly to yourself. moving towards Sam's locker, you smile at the photo of the Nigerian national team he keeps on his shelf. turning around, you read the names on the other side of the room. eyes landing on the locker at the end of the row, you finally let out the sigh you were holding in. "Tartt" you say out loud to yourself. butterflies fill your stomach before a nervous twist takes over. "he likes you" Isaac's words replay in your head. "he's got a soft spot for you" you remember what Keeley said. you ponder on their words, wondering why you of all people were Isaac's choice. Surely Roy could've talked some sense into him, or Ted if he got angry?
you shake the thoughts from your head, quickly looking away from Jamie's locker just in case your clouded mind takes charge again. looking through the window into the office, you see a white parcel on Beard's desk. there's a bright yellow sticky note on top of it:
'For y/n. You'll need this tomorrow! - Coaches'
you smile softly before pulling off the sticky note and picking up the package. the sound of the treadmill is louder now that you're right next to the gym, and the huffing and puffing increases too. loud beeps sound out and suddenly the footsteps on the treadmill seem to be going impossibly fast. pushing your curiosity aside, you cut the corner of the white bag, ripping it open. inside it is a neatly folded jersey â a Richmond jersey. you pick it up by the shoulders, holding it up in front of you. when you turn it around, you let a laugh escape your lips, hoping the treadmill covers the sound. it reads the same as Jamie's locker: Tartt 9.
shaking your head in disbelief, you fold it up neatly and place it back in its package. you hug it tight to your chest as you move quietly towards the window into the gym. you peer in, and to your surprise, you see Jamie almost destroying the treadmill with how fast he's going. his feet barely seem to hit the rubber, running like he is being chased by something twice his size. your smile falls and your brows crease together. he seems pissed, even though you can't see his face, his ferocious speed tells you enough. you turn back around, grabbing the post-it notes from Ted's desk and writing something down. you end your note with a small heart, hoping the coach sees it before the match.
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"come on Richmond!"
the ear deafening crowds cheer and chant for Richmond FC as they file into the stadium. you're sitting in the owner's suite behind Rebecca and Keeley, with Higgins next to you.
"did you get my package?" Keeley asks, teethy smile across her face.
"I knew it was you! you cheeky little shit!" you laughed loudly, clapping her hands into yours. you take your jacket off, turn around and bring your arms up, pointing two thumbs at the back of your shirt.
"ah, young love..." Higgins sighs.
immediately turning back around, you scoff at him; "pfft, we're not in love! in fact, I'm not even sure we're friends right now."
"don't worry about it, y/n. I promise." Rebecca assuredly says to you, before turning to watch the match begin.
the whistle is about to blow, so you quickly try to find Jamie on the pitch. your eyes scan over the group, and you soon spot him in the middle of the pitch jumping up and down. he spits on the ground and claps his hands together, clearly riled up and ready to lead Richmond to a win.
the crowd roars as the whistle blows, and Jamie initiates kick off. you didn't think you would ever see him run as fast as he was on the treadmill yesterday, but somehow he is beating his own personal record. in the blink of an eye, he runs from one end of the pitch to the other. by some miracle, he seems to always have the ball in possession. after passing it back and forth, any time he's anywhere near the goal, the ball is at his feet.
in the 40th minute of the game, Jamie is crashing through Tottenham players, bumping shoulders with every single one as he makes his way towards their goal. you can see his cheeks puffing air in and out of his lungs rapidly, and after finding himself completely unobstructed, he kicks the ball with so much force that his mouth opens and you can almost hear his shout.
everything seems to go in slow motion. you hold your breath and raise your hands to cover your mouth. the ball flies through the air, magically curving towards the goal. the keeper jumps, hands in the air, and his finger tips merely brush the ball. but he's unable to push it hard enough, the ball crashing straight into the middle of the net.
the stadium erupts in cheers and roars, and you jump into the air with a loud scream. you hug Higgins in excitement and shake Keeley's shoulders before high-fiving Rebecca. you watch the team celebrate by running up to Jamie, who is stood completely still in the spot from where he scored. you can see his chest heaving, catching his breath as his teammates hug him and clap his back. but he doesn't seem to celebrate with them, instead you watch as he looks up and into the crowd without even a smile on his face. your expression falls, feeling your colleagues' eyes on you. Keeley grabs your hand, snapping your attention from the pitch to her; "go." she says, squeezing your hand. you purse your lips and nod at her, squeezing back, before pushing past Higgins and running inside.
as you rush through the VIP bar, you hear the half-time whistle. you head down the stairs and out the back of the stadium. you curse yourself for wearing your boots as you try to run to the main building. running doesn't seem to be your best bet, so you settle on a speed walk as you get closer and closer to the door. finally, you push open the door, passing by the reception desk you would normally sit at.
you continue your journey down the hallway and then turn right, heading straight for the locker room. you can hear the team from far away, cheering in celebration. as you turn the corner, you see all of them fall into the locker room in a line. they're so excited they don't notice you leaning against the wall watching them. the only person who isn't too busy celebrating, though, is Jamie Tartt, who is trailing behind the team like a sad puppy. his hands are wrapped in his shirt, and he's looking at his feet which he's scoffing across the floor. clearing your throat, you hope it catches his attention, his mind clearly elsewhere.
his head snaps up and looks in your direction. stopping dead in his tracks, he drops his hands from his shirt and fixes his headband. quickly glancing into the changing room, he goes unnoticed by the team as he dips his head and does a few long strides towards you.
"Jamie, I-"
"are you alright? like really alright? did I do somethin'?
"Jamie," you sigh deeply, not knowing how to explain Isaac's orders. "I'm sorry for ignoring you the past few days. it wasn't my idea, I promise."
"your idea? what're you talkin' about?" Jamie crosses his arms and shakes his head, a lock of hair moving forward into his eye.
you reach a hand up, gently moving the strand out of his vision. you watch as his eyes soften, dropping to the floor before they meet your gaze again. a sad crease appears between his eyebrows when you bring your hand down to your side again.
after taking a deep breath, you begin to explain; "Isaac said you were playing too friendly during training, slacking a little bit â and yeah, turning up late and then leaving early. he wanted you to be ready for today's match, y'know. so he asked me to rile you up a little bit, just so they could have the old Jamie Tartt back."
Jamie pouts, brows furrowed in confusion, as he blinks at you a few times. avoiding your eyes, he starts slowly nodding, tongue poking his cheek as he thinks to himself. after a few long seconds, the corner of his mouth lifts as he huffs a sarcastic laugh. you look up at him with wide eyes, hoping you haven't upset him. licking his lips, Jamie's smile widens as his laugh grows. you crack a small smile at him and try to find his gaze again, moving a step closer to him. placing a hand on his strong bicep, you try to get him to look at you. instead, he shrugs you off, leaning down and digging a finger into his sock. you stare, confused, waiting for his next move.
"so- if Isaac told you to ignore me a bit... what the fuck is this?" he unfolds a pink post-it note holding it up to you before reading it out loud; "dear Tartt, I don't even like lattes". Jamie raises his eyebrows at you while you stifle a laugh. "what makes this worse is the stupid fucking heart at the bottom of the page!"
"I was just trying to piss you off! Isaac told me!"
Jamie finally lets out a loud laugh, and you do the same, dropping your head into your hands in embarrassment. you don't have the gall to look up at him, suddenly so ashamed of the stupid gag you pulled. you feel warm hands wrap around your wrists, and you lift your head to look at Jamie as he pulls your hands away from your face.
"darlin' I hope you know the only reason I've been late to training is because I can't stop talking to you. and I leave early just so I can see you before the rest of the lads hound ya..."
you blush â hard â and you stare into Jamie's dark blue eyes. his hands slide from your wrists to your hands, softly holding your fingers in his. you sneak a glance at your touch, and when you look back up Jamie's even closer to you. as he towers over you, you can't help but look down at his lips before meeting his eyes again.
"now, don't lie to me... do you really not like lattes?"
"I love lattes." you whisper, smiling sweetly up at him as he shakes his head with a chuckle.
"can I take you out tonight? I wanna celebrate our win since you're the reason for it."
you scoff and shake your head: "Jamie, it's half-time."
"I can give you a lift home after, yeah?" he ignores your obvious statement.
"what if you lose?" you tease.
now it's Jamie's turn to scoff at you, squeezing your hands slightly as he says: "as long as you're in the crowd I'm sure that's not gonna happen."
"Jamie! we need you, buddy!" Ted interrupts the moment, sticking his head out of the door of the locker room to beckon him in.
"see you later, Jamie." you pull your hands from his, although against your will, as if you had it your way you would kiss him right then and there. he doesn't move as you turn around, about to turn the corner into the hallway before you feel a hand grab yours again. Jamie pulls your hand, making you spin around to face him again. as he tugs your hand, he wraps his other arm around your shoulders in a hug. your face presses into his hard chest as he holds you close for a moment. you let out a deep breath as you enjoy the heat radiating off his body.
as he moves back to let go of you, he leans down so his lips brush your ear before whispering: "nice shirt, by the way. my name suits ya."
your breath hitches at his flirtatious tone and a blush already starts creeping up your neck. he pulls back and flicks his eyes up and down your body. as he turns around to join his team, he winks at you, and even though he winks at you every day, this one hits you a lot harder.
as you watch Jamie retreat to the locker room, you lock eyes with Ted at its door. you try to fight the shy smile growing on your face, but fail miserably as a blush takes over your face. Ted lifts his hand to his forehead and salutes at you. you mirror him, bringing two fingers up to your head and saluting him back.
you walk back to the stadium fanning your face with your hands, desperately trying to cool yourself down. after sighing in relief, you laugh to yourself thinking about how your time at Richmond has changed over the past few weeks â and it was all due to Jamie Tartt.
when you return to your seat, Keeley squeals at you, making Rebecca jump. you shuffle past Higgins and sit back in your seat, touching up your hair and taking a deep breath.
"he asked me on a date!" you finally exclaim to Keeley and Rebecca, and the two respond with even louder squeals, which you join in on. your celebration is interrupted by the ref blowing his whistle, and you all focus on the game again.
the guys walk onto the pitch in single file, Isaac leading them out. their faces are stone cold, clearly ready to destroy their opponents. you stand up from your seat, eager to see Jamie after your encounter in the hallway. you finally spot him, and you can see him bouncing on his feet as approaches the pitch. once he's at the halfway line, and all the other players are finding their spot, you see him turn towards your side of the stadium. he looks up at the suite you're sitting in, and you quickly put your hands in the air, hoping he'll spot you. you assume he sees you, as he brings both hands to his lips and blows you a smooth kiss, before patting the Richmond badge on his chest and sticking his tongue out. you cackle at his antics, loving his dramatic entree. you quickly blow a kiss back and wave, praying they win this match so messing him around wasn't just for nothing.
you've never been more nervous watching a Richmond game. you've gone to a number of them since beginning your job as receptionist, but you've never been so enthralled by the sport itself â well, the players... one of the players.
Jamie sprints across the pitch, back and forth and back and forth, the ball at his feet. you, Keeley, and Rebecca scream and shout as you watch Richmond score three more goals. Colin scores with an impressive header, Dani bicycle kicks the ball straight into the net, and of course Jamie punts the ball past half the other players and the keeper, securing the last point for Richmond.
after the match, you find your way back to Richmond's headquarters, pushing open the same door you entered through earlier. this time, Keeley and Rebecca are walking in tow. you all stop at the reception desk, chatting about the game and your weekend plans.
"so how did he ask you out?" Rebecca lowers her voice, just in case Jamie turns the corner. you laugh nervously, shaking your head and waving your hands dismissively.
"no, no, no, he didn't ask me out. he asked me on a date. there's a difference."
"but he's so obviously into you! what's stopping you from just grabbing him by the hair and shagging him!" Keeley exclaims, a lot less subtle than Rebecca's careful tone. you sputter and laugh, Rebecca doing the same, both of you shocked at how direct Keeley spoke about you and Jamie.
"shut up you two! I'll let you know how it goes tonight, you go celebrate!"
Rebecca and Keeley hug you goodbye before walking down the hall. you turn around and giggle to yourself, blushing from Keeley's comment. lifting your head, your eyes fall on Jamie's wall sticker again. just thinking about how close he was to you earlier makes your heart race, your head dizzying at the memory of lips brushing your ear. fixing your hair, you move around the desk and sit in your usual chair. you try to calm your breathing and bring your heart rate down, not wanting to look like a yearning, blushing mess.
after managing to pull yourself together, your heart beat pounds against your chest again when you see the Richmond team crowd into the hallway. Isaac cheers when he sees you at your desk, and Colin, who is on his back, joins in.
"well done, boys!" you call to them while you wave at everyone passing you by.
"bye, y/n! see you on Monday!" Sam says to you with a big smile. you wave him goodbye and sigh happily, genuinely excited for the team.
their cheering goes quiet the further away they get from the door, and you wonder where Jamie is. you check your phone for any text messages, but there's nothing from Jamie. there is one from Keeley, however; 'don't forget to use protection!'
you scoff at her suggestive words, texting back a thumbs up with a kissy face. placing your phone down on your desk you look up, only to see Jamie sauntering towards you.
"hi, y/n," he says as he gets closer to the desk.
"hi, Jamie,"
"how ya been?"
"just fine, what about you, Jamie?"
"yeah, good, yeah... happy about our win."
"I can imagine. you were a proper superstar on that pitch."
wide smiles grow on both of your faces as you continue the small talk; "thanks, love. what can I say? Roy says I've got a right foot kissed by God, so ya'know this is just a regular day for me."
you chuckle at his feigned cockiness, standing up from your chair and leaning over your desk. "don't you want to go celebrate that win with your teammates, Jamie Tartt?"
"nah, that's alright, thanks. I've got other plans."
"oh yeah?" you tease.
"yeah, I've got dinner plans with a really pretty girl,"
you nod along with your eyebrows raised, smiling playfully at Jamie. his hair is still damp from the shower, but he's kept his same hairband look from on the pitch. he's wearing a bright orange t-shirt under a dark green jacket, an unexpectedly nice look on him.
"who's this girl then?"
"ah you'd love her; she's friendly, funny, gorgeous. she doesn't like lattes, though. and she pretended to ignore me but is still wearin' my name on her back."
you laugh, breaking character. you smile at him, raking your eyes up and down his body shamelessly. his eyes widen as you do so, surprised by how forward you're being. you bite your lip at him before saying: "you gonna treat her right, Tartt?"
he teases you back, matching your flirtatious tone. licking his lips, he lets his eyes drop to your lips: "if she'll let me."
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just something from my mind hope u like it !
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âI donât need therapy because my comfort characters are my therapyâ and it turns out the comfort characters in question are the ones who need therapy the most
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Could I request Yellowstone boys looking after a drink significant other please?x
Ryan is probably the one that got you in trouble in the first place and he assumes complete for responsibility for that. He's the one giving you a piggy back if your feet hurt or carrying you from the truck to the house because you took your shoes off in the car. You always get a little frisky and Ryan's always a gentleman, kissing your fingertips and telling you tomorrow, when your sober. He tucks you into bed, kisses your forehead before collecting your shoes and any miscellaneous items of clothing youâve slung around and making sure theyâre in a place you can find them.
Travis thinks youâre fucking adorable when youâre drunk. It doesnât happen often but when it does heâs there for it. You always get super affectionate, flirty and silly and he loves it. Gives you entire attention even if you are chatting shit. Travis is very protective and keeps an eye on you, not because he doesnât trust you but because heâs spent years on the rodeo circuit and he knows assholes, hell heâs been that asshole. Anyone shows to much of an interest, heâs literally getting between the two of you and telling that fella youâre taken and to fuck off.
When the two of you get home, he helps you get into one of his t-shirts and climbs into bed alongside you. You spend the night curled up against him as his fingers comb through your hair.
Ripâs experience of drunks before you was Beth. You are far more easy to handle. Youâre a lot more controlled and donât go completely off the rails. When Rip is picking you up, he always requests that you stay inside the bar because he hates the thought of you being out in the cold, and he also knows that bad things happen to woman in dark parking lots.
When he steps inside he usually watches you for a minute. If your dancing, heâs coming over to join you before he takes you home, if a guyâs anywhere near you heâs stepping in to protect his territory. He has no chill when it comes to you.
When he gets you in the truck, he has the music low because he knows you like to sing a long and the heating on because it gets cold. He asks you about your night, if you had fun.
In the house he makes you drink some water, give you a snack and tucks you into bed before making sure the house is completely locked up and joining you.
Walker thinks you're the cutest thing. The two of you dance and sing together in the parking lot, he doesn't give a shit who sees, he just likes having you in his arms. Let's you wear his hat because he thinks you look adorable in it.
The dancing continues at home and ends up with the two of you falling you asleep on the couch together, Walker singing you to sleep.
Kayce is all smiles when he comes to pick you up especially if it looks like youâre having a lot of fun. He drapes one arm around your shoulders and kisses your temple.
âOh hey darlin, you ready to goâŠâ type of thing. Â
Keeps you tucked into his side in the parking a lot, itâs a territorial thing he doesnât even realise he does, a way of keeping you safe. You usually fall asleep in the truck in the way home. He tucks his jacket around you for the journey, checking on you as he drives. He hates waking you up so he carries you into the house and puts you to bed, leaving a glass of water on the night stand.
Jamie loves to see you have fun, heâs addicted to your smile, your happiness. When he comes to the bar, he sticks around a while, watching you dance and laugh. He discreetly pays your bar tab before cutting in for a dance. Jamie just loves around you, so one dance turns into three more.
When he does get you home heâs very sweet and tender as he undresses you. Lingering teasing kisses as he helps you into your pyjamas. When he climbs into bed a long side you, the two of you stay up laughing while you tell him about your night. You fall asleep, draped across him, mid-sentence and Jamie just hugs you close.
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No, like this
Anon asked: I need more of the teach me dynamic like that was so hot. The way Remus helped Sirius ate you out using his hair holy fuck that was hot. maybe itâs like Remus gets jealous cause itâs close to the full moon so he shows the boys how to properly fuck a girl and itâs super rough maybe and then James and Sirius are just there jerking off like super turned on by the scene cause wow Remus is really good at making reader be loud.
And YES! I love this dynamic and this ask was so very lovely and gave me so much inspiration THANK YOU BABE <333
Here's a very jelly remus, pre full moon, showing his friends how to fuck his girl hot damn
Masterlist. (Teach us part one. And part two. Though it can easily be read on it's own, just the same dynamics <3)
âNo, youâre doing it all wrong,â Remus growled.
You were laid out on your back, James on top of you, hips moving against yours at a steady rhythm. It was good, really good. But the full moon was getting closer, and Remus was aggravated, jealous and very territorial of you.
James whined at the harsh words, and you kissed his nose telling him, âYouâre doing well darling, keep going.â
He did, though not quite as confidently as before. His head came down to rest in the crook of your neck, and you felt his cheeks were heated from embarrassment. You and Remus had taught both James and Sirius a lot since your first night together, and theyâd both made great progress, all the while Remus was perfectly okay with sharing you â as you also did share him with his friends.
James had just started to get it right with each thrust again â making you moan and whine, telling him what a good boy he was being â when Remus interrupted yet again.
âNo, move,â he said, standing up and pushing James off of you, making all three of you gasp (Sirius wouldnât miss this show for anything in the world), âlet me show you how to fuck her properly.â
It was, to put it plainly, rude. You would have to talk to Remus about it later, that he canât act that way with your littles, but he was so sexy, towering above you, hands tugging at his buckle, trying to free himself for you. You knew what was to come would be life changing-ly amazing, and you did not want to get in the way of Moony when he was tearing at the seams of Remus like this.
Remus was finally naked, standing next to the bed, where James still lay, âI said move.â James did, shying away, trudging toward Siriusâ bed.
âArms above your head, darling,â he said, steadying his body above yours. You did as you were told, knowing not to argue at this moment. âSee, youâve gotta tell a slut what to do, sheâs too dumb to think on her own.â This wasnât really true â though you loved letting go of all your common sense to let Remus take full control, so you did.
He didnât give any warning before he pushed himself into you, widening your tight little hole, taking your body from you. âLittle sluts like this donât need to be warmed up, she can take it, right love?â You nodded, knowing you hadnât been given permission to speak.
His hips snapped against yours at a brutal pace, it almost hurt, you knew it would later, but the way the head of him pushed against your walls felt too good. While he was fucking you, he kept narrating the whole thing, âyeah, thatâs right, touch your little cocks to my girl, hear that? My girl. Youâve gotta move faster, harder, like this.â
It was so hot, having your life fucked out of you by your boyfriend while your other two partners watched, touching themselves. You could finally show them the Remus you knew, the Remus who could make sure you didnât walk straight for days â heâd been so nice and soft since you invited James and Sirius, but now he was back, with his back-arching, toe-curling, orgasm-giving sex.
You hadnât been quiet for a while, and when your orgasm washed over you, the sounds coming from somewhere deep in your throat only got louder. âThere you go, see this, thisâs how you make a girl come.â
Pulling out of you, Remus kissed you once, deep and hard and dirty, before he flipped you over, pulling on your hips to make your ass stick out. Leaning down over you, he kissed down the back of your neck, biting and pulling at the skin, hard teeth scratching soft skin. âYou ready, little one?â He asked, almost softly, and when you nodded your head he pulled back and pushed in, in one sweeping motion. The angle from this position was even better and you felt your eyes roll back as you dropped your head against the pillow, feeling another orgasm come creeping.
Holding himself up with one hand on the headboard, the other kept a tight hold on your hair. âNow this is how you fuck a girl real good, she wonât be able to think straight when Iâm done with her, shame youâll never be this good,â the cockiness could be heard in Remusâ voice as his hips kept pushing against yours, your ass shaking with every thrust. âGo on then, come, all over your hands from watching my girl take my cock, go ahead⊠You too, princess, go ahead, let go fâmeâŠâ
Somewhere in the back of your mind you registered some grunting from the other bed, though most of your senses were filled with Remus, the wet sound of him thrusting in and out of you, the smell of him on the pillow, of both of your juices mixing somewhere further down on the bed, the taste of him left on your tongue, the sight of a veiny arm holding him up, the feeling of him all over you, against your back, the hands in your hair, his cock inside you, pulsating and ejaculating, filling you up with white, hot spurts of cum, the feeling of it running out of you, the wet patch on the bed between your legs.
And then⊠nothing.
When you woke up, it was to a hot, wet rag on your face. âHi, love,â Remus said, kissing your forehead, hand holding your cheek still. âWelcome back, you went out for a bit, but donât worry, Iâm gonna take care of you now, okay baby?â
Smiling, you reached your hands up â not a small feat, considering your arms felt like boiled spaghetti â and took a hold of his face to pull him back down to you, pressing your lips against his.
âAnd now this is how you perform proper aftercare, donât ever skip that,â he said, a pointed look directed at his friends, who he was about to treat with some of the same love that youâd received.
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Autographs
Fandom: Ted Lasso
Pairing: Jamie Tartt x GN!Reader
Summary: Youâre the social media manager for AFC Richmondâs socials. Youâve been seeing a trend of asking players for their autograph so you decided to try it out with your team.
Ted Lasso Masterlist
You hold your phone up as you peek into the locker room. All of the boys are dressed so you enter with a grin on your face. You keep a stack of papers close to your chest as you quickly head into Coach Beard's office.
"Hey, coach, training doesn't start for another thirty minutes, right?"
Beard checks his watch and nods, "Affirmative."
You nod, "Cool. I'm going to film some content for the socials then," you turn to Roy, starting with you. You press record and hold out a picture to him, "Can I get your autograph, coach?"
"Fucking hell," Roy grumbles as he sees a younger version of himself staring back at him, "Where the fuck did you find this?"
"Did some digging. Love the curls, by the way," you hold out a marker and Roy glares at you. He still scribbles out his name on the photo, handing it back to you, "There. Now fuck off."
You snicker, "Thanks a bunch!"
You exit the office and zero in on your boyfriend, Jamie. You waltz right up to him with giddiness. He smiles up at you as he finishes lacing up his boots. He stands and pecks your lips, "What's with the look, babes?"
You hold out a picture of a small Jamie posing on a pitch, "Can I have your autograph?"
His brows shoot up in surprise, "No fuckin' way. Where'd you find this?"
"I asked your mom to send me a pic of when you were little."
He chuckles, "Look at me. A sexy lil thing, aren't I?" You snort and hand him the marker. He signs his name and draws a heart, writing his initials and yours inside it. He caps the marker and hands it back to you along with the picture, "There ya go, babes."
"I'll cherish it forever."
You look down at your next photo and go up to Sam, who gives you a polite grin, "Good afternoon, Y/N!"
"Hi, Sam! Can I get your autograph?"
"Of course!" you hand him a picture of when he was a young teen and he laughs, "Oh my."
Jamie, who decided to follow you, reaches for the picture, "Aw look at you, Sammy boy!" Jamie shows all the boys Sam's picture and Sam bashfully chuckles.
"Alright, give it here, Jamie!" Sam swipes it back and signs his name. When he gives it back to you, he asks, "Where did you find this picture?"
"I scrolled through your old Facebook photos."
Sam sighs and shakes his head, "I knew I should've deleted those."
The next person you go up to is Colin. He's a small skinny thing, donning his primary school uniform, smiling widely.
Colin looks up at you in disbelief, "Did you reach out to my parents for this?"
You give a nonchalant shrug, "Maybe."
Each interaction with the boys went this way. Each one was surprised to see a picture of a younger version of them being handed to them. The surrounding players hollering and teasing each other for how they looked back then.
Jamie stood beside you the entire time, watching each interaction and just hanging around you. How could he not? He's always drawn to your presence. Not only that, he just adores how well you get along with the guys. You're sweet and funny, which makes it easy for them to say "yes" to whatever kind of video you want to film for the team's socials. You're very good at your job.
After all the photos are signed, you set them out so everyone can see. You stand back, watching the boys mess around with each other. You're already uploading the videos to your dropbox so you can edit them all together on your work computer.
Jamie wraps an arm around your waist and kisses your temple, "Must be nice getting paid to make fun of footballers," he says with a smirk.
You giggle, "So fun! Seriously so glad Keeley hired me on! Probably the most fun I've ever had in any job!"
"Also probably the best job ever since you get to hang around your hot footballer boyfriend too, yeah?" He gives you a playfully nudge.
You snort, turning to completely face him, your arms hooking behind his neck, "Oh absolutely," you lean in to kiss him but Roy steps in, pushing you two away from each other, "Get a room, you disgustingly cute little shits."
You look at each other confused, but then shrugged as Roy yelled, "Whistle! WHISTLE!" The gaggle of football players quiet and you quickly wave at Jamie. You blow a kiss at him and mouth, "I'll see you later."
He blows you a kiss back and waves, earning him a slap on the head from Roy.
"Oi! What the hell, gramps?"
"Pay attention!" Roy grumbles and turns his attention back to the rest of the players, ready to prepare them for today's training.
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Sorry, James Fraser...
Just a quick little lusty through of Jamie. Rated X; angry sex, orgasm denial, dabble of domination...
Summary Youâve insulted Jamie in the slightest on the walk home through town. A simple joke, or so you thought, as you both were poking fun at each other. But taking an insult to Jamies name, one step too far has you in hot waterâŠ
âJamie! Iâm sorry!â You giggle through your gasps.
âAy, like hell you areâŠâ He replies, locking his hand up against your scalp with a fistful of hair. â...But ye will be..â
Jamie leans his body up against yours; pinned between him and the cold concrete wall. You swallow back a gleeful grin, as Jamies free hand creeps up under your skirts. His huge, blunt, warm fingertips grazing against your sensitive soft thigh. You try to push back and free yourself of him, but at no use to his huge toned body.Â
âBe a good girl, and take it, aye, for once?âÂ
You chuckle a bit in your throat, biting back your lip and giving into his hand creeping around the front of your thigh between your legs. His warm breath tickles the back of your neck as he pants against you, holding you still. You await his touch eagerly, when finally the warm spark of his touch reaches your center. You jump a bit against him and hear him chuckle in his throat against you, edging him on. His fingers circle slowly around your sensitive bud as he leans in against you. You feel him breathing heavily, as you suck in a deep breath of your own before allowing a long moan to escape you.Â
Jamie grips your handful of hair tighter and snaps your head back a bit as you suck in a sharp breath.Â
âJamie!â You pant against the brick wall.Â
His fingers circle faster around your swollen core, as he presses up against you harder. You hear him moan as he takes hold of your neck with his mouth, sucking in your soft skin, as his fingers trace elegant designs between your legs. You gasp loudly, your hands searching for him to clutch.
âWeâve only just begunâŠdonât you dare think about finishing on me already.â Jamie mutters breathessley against your neck.
You squint your eyes shut and try desperately to tear yourself from his grip. He only leans harder against you, while his huge fingers begin to dip in between your quaking folds.
You gasp against the hard cold wall as you feel him plunge his fingers within you, his thumb still circling around your pulsating bud with your slickness. As his fingers plunge in and out against the growing pleasure within you, his mouth meets your neck again sending shivers down your spine.Â
His hand releases your hair and wraps around the front of your throat, gently clutching and making you gasp harder for air.Â
âJamie!â You moan, feeling your body beginning to tingle with the pleasure building up inside ready to explode.Â
âNot yet..â He huffs, his hand working your core like never before.Â
â...Not till I say!â He grunts against you.Â
You try to suppress the pleasure as much as you can.
âI canât Jamie!â You cry between breaths.
âNo!?â he groans. âI thought you were sorry?!â He curses through breaths, âAye! Show me, how sorryâŠyou really areâŠâ He instructs you through gritted teeth.
You groan helpless beneath him trying to hold back from spilling over as he plunges in and out of your core. Your body tingles with pleasure and your stomach twists into a chuning mess, far ready to come undone within his arms. You swallow hard, his hand clutched against your throat as you do and grind your back against him. Your hands gripped as tight as possible while being grated against the hard brick wall. You bite back your groans trying to keep yourself from cuming, when you finally feel him release you and your eyes spark open. Jamie whips you around pinning you back against the wall; your legs trembling uncontrollably as he does.Â
You look down towards the belt of his pants before his giant hand clasps your throat again and makes your eyes meet his.Â
Your body; still tingling as he clutches your jaw and stares madly down into your eyes. Your chest heaves, your breasts spilling over the plunging neckline of your dress as he softly meets your lips with his. You groan against him and suck his tongue eagerly into your mouth, relishing in his musky sweet flavor of lust and vengeance. You slowly allow your hands to trace around the waist of his pants, trying to unbutton the entrance of them. He groans into you as he sucks your flavor into his mouth, cupping your chin in his huge hand and eagerly caresses your breast from its neckline. His blunt calloused fingertips revel over your sensitive nipple and send your body into chills. His buttons; one by one begin to free him, bursting at the last moment eagerly till finally the last one.Â
Jamie's hands release you and gather your skirts up around your waist. He effortlessly plucks you up from the ground and traps you again between himself and the wall behind you, you wrap your arms around his huge broad neck, watching as his gleaming chests puffs up and down as he stares madly up into your eyes. You try your best to bite back your giggle as he slams against you, sending your body into the brick wall and your center expands around him deep seated inside you.Â
Jamie grunts through a wicked smile as he watches your eyes flutter open and closed, sending himself impossibly deep inside you, as your body forms around him in his arms. Your core begins to quiver again, as he slams you repeatedly and steadily. Your body growing limp as the sensations spiral up through your skin, Jamie holds you steady and sends himself into the spot inside that makes your stomach twist with pleasure.Â
âJamie!â you pant as your climax grows near again.Â
He holds you steady and continues bucking into your sweet tender spot, deep inside you.
âAre you sorry?â He mutters against your mouth. âFor being a bad little woman, soiling my name?â He huffs through kisses.
âI am! I swear I am. You moan against him.
âSay it!â He demands, thrusting in against you.
âI'm sorry!â you grumble through him.
âSay it again!â
âIâm Sorry!â You repeat a bit louder.
âSay it like you mean it, woman!â Jamie demands, grinding perfectly in and out of you.
âIâm sorry Jamie!â You moan out.
âSay it again!â
Your stomach twists and swirls as he makes your climax boil in your core.
âIâm sorry Jamie!â you squeal while your core quivers with each of his thrusts.
âJamie, Iâm sorry! Iâm so sorry Jamie! Ahhh Jamie, right there!â You moan out before he finally captures your mouth and silences you.Â
You feel him slow and the rush of heat within your stomach as you convulse in his arms while your high spills throughout your body. Jamie keeps himself buried deep within you, giving a few last thrusts sending jolts through your body as you heave from breathlessness in his arms. He pants against you, capturing your mouth and holds your face gently as he sets you down and finally pulls himself out of you. You wrap your arms around his huge broad neck and steady yourself while still trying to catch your breath. He meets your eye and grins a playful smirk at you.
âSorry James Fraser..â You tell him coyly through your own grin.
âEy, I know.â he replies before kissing you again. âBut don't do that again..â He warns with a wink.
You smile up at him biting back your lip. âWell⊠not till we get home at least!â You tell him before running off ahead of him with a playful giggle filling the air echoing around you and Jamie, off the tall brick walls.
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We always get sunshine!reader what about grumpy!reader, huh?
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Hugh x younger gf (always age appropriate, 30s-55).
Hugh and reader hosting a bbq with friends and reader in super horny as she sees Hugh's sweat glow under the light of the fire
sneak away with me
summary: you sneak away with hugh during a party. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader word count: 2.2k warnings: smut (unprotected p in v sex, creampie, manhandling, dirty talk, oral - m receiving, doggy style, light spanking) a/n: ugh, i need this man bad. thank you to this anon for requesting this. i know i have more requests to get to, but i just needed some good hugh smut for my delulu mind (btw - this isn't proofread, so apologies for any typos!!!)
You canât help but stare at Hugh. Heâs talking with Shawn and Ryan at the grill, laughing with a drink in his hand and a spatula in the other. Heâs wearing a white t-shirt, his arms flexing with each movement and you have to bite your lower lip at the sight of the fabric stretching around his muscles.Â
The heat of the grill radiates off of him, a sheen of sweat trickling down the side of his neck as it disappears into the collar of his white t-shirt. Heâs smiling and laughing â nose scrunching with each chuckle. Hugh seems so relaxed, so calm, but you⊠You canât take your eyes off of him. You ended up tuning out the people youâre standing next to, eyes solely focused on Hugh.Â
You and Hugh had decided to throw a casual barbeque with a handful of close friends, and especially after the success of Deadpool & Wolverine, you knew that Hugh needed this. To just relax and be around a group of people that keep him grounded.Â
His eyes move towards you, flashing you a large smile as he brings his martini glass to his lips. Hughâs eyes never leave you as he gazes at you from afar, from the rim of his glass. He knows that look you have on your face. He can see the way your eyes are ogling him, making it clearly obvious (to him) that you want him. Need him.Â
Hugh excuses himself from the conversation and makes his way towards you, never once breaking the gaze. You want to walk towards him, want to just jump into his arms, but instead, you let him come to you.Â
The people you were speaking with slowly walk away, giving you and Hugh some much needed personal time once heâs standing next to you. His hand rests on your lower back as he turns his head to give you a kiss at your temple, lingering for a moment to whisper.Â
âYouâre starinâ, yâknow that?â he says against your ear.Â
âHow can I not?â you respond, moving a hand to rest on his chest. âDo you see how good you look? And then to top it off, youâre standing in front of the grill all slick and sweaty andââ
Hughâs low growl interrupts you mid-sentence. His lips are still near your ear as he subtly dips down to nibble at your earlobe. âThis party is gonna go on for a few more hours andââ
âTake me upstairs,â you interrupt him. âThey can mingle for a while. Ryan and Shawn can handle the grill.â
âYou canât wait for a few more hours?â Hugh asks, pulling back to look down at you.Â
Youâre gazing up at him, batting your eyelashes in his direction as you gnaw at your lower lip. âIf you donât take me upstairs, Iâm gonna go up there myself and take care of it on my own,â you threaten.
Hughâs gaze darkens as his hand dips lower to rest just above your backside. âOh, baby, you and I both know you wonât be able to take care of it yourself.â
Your eyes narrow. âWell, you can stay down here and Iâll excuse myself from the party for a moment.â You turn on your heel, beginning to walk back inside the home you share with Hugh before he reaches for your wrist to pull you to him. You glance around, noticing that your guests arenât even paying attention to you and Hugh.Â
âGet on up there,â Hugh whispers, voice low and husky. âAnd when I get up there, you better be on your knees.âÂ
âOr what?â you ask, biting the inside of your cheek.Â
âOh, youâll find out. Now, get on up there.â Hugh releases his grip on you and watches you walk back inside the house as his eyes drift down to your backside. He feels his manhood stir awake, beginning to press itself against the fabric of his jeans. He gives it a few more minutes before he walks over to Ryan and Shawn, asking them to watch the grill for a moment.
âOh, we saw the way she was looking at you,â Ryan winks. âGo get her, tiger.â
Hugh rolls his eyes and walks back inside the house, ascending the stairs and skipping a step to get to the second floor quicker. He approaches the bedroom and opens the door, seeing you lying back on the mattress instead of on your knees like he asked you to.Â
âWhat are you doing?â Hugh asks, shutting the door behind him as he reaches for his belt and begins undoing them. âYouâre not on your knees and I thought I saidââ
âWanted to lie down,â you interrupt him, leaning up on your elbows as you watch undo the button of his pants and then unzip the zipper.Â
âGet on your knees,â Hugh demands, walking towards you.
âCan you say please?â you tease, biting your lower lip. You know youâre playing a dangerous game, but youâre horny and you need him to split you in half.Â
Hugh growls and shakes his head as he pushes his jeans and boxers down in one motion. His cock springs at attention, already leaking at the tip.Â
âIf anyoneâs gonna be doing the begging, baby, itâs gonna be you.â Without waiting for you to respond, Hugh straddles your midsection, grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head. His cock brushes against your lips and youâre pinned to the bed, Hugh hovering above you. âBe a good girl for me and open up.â
You feel your walls clench, already wet from earlier. You canât play this game any longer and part your lips for him. He holds your wrists against the bed with one hand, using his free hand to grasp himself at his base and directs the head of his cock past your lips.Â
âSuck,â Hugh demands. Heâs careful not to put any weight on you as his knees are at either side of your chest, cock slowly sliding into your warm and wet mouth. When he feels your lips wrap around him tightly, his eyes slowly begin to flutter. He pushes his hips forward, forcing you to take more of him as you stare up at him with an innocent look in your eyes. âThereâs my good girl,â he coos, letting out a quiet groan as he feels your tongue swirl around his length.Â
His hips slowly begin to move forward, releasing himself to grab a fistful of your hair. He groans, eyes falling shut as his head tilts back as he guides your head along his manhood.Â
âFuck,â he groans, his grip around your wrist tightening. Youâve always loved doing this for him, seeing him completely at your mercy, even though youâre the one pinned to the bed. You hollow your cheeks as you pull back from his length and then lower your head back, feeling him begin to hit the back of your throat. You let out a quiet gag, tears stinging your eyes as Hugh moans.Â
He pulls away abruptly, looking down at you as his cock is slick with your saliva. He moves down your body, forcing himself between your legs as he releases your wrists. Hugh leans down and brushes his lips against yours, growling lowly.Â
âIâm gonna fuck you now,â he smirks. âAnd then maybe youâll be a good girl for the rest of the party.âÂ
You whimper, rubbing your legs together with anticipation. âAnd then youâll fuck me again later?âÂ
âOh, baby,â Hugh grins. âThe night is only beginning.âÂ
Then, he climbs off the bed and grips your waist, turning you onto your stomach with ease. He then moves his hands to your hips, forcing you on all our fours as he lifts the ends of your dress to reveal your lower half, growling to himself at the lack of underwear.Â
âYouâre not wearing any underwear?â Hugh asks, gripping the base of his cock as he runs his head along the length of your sex.Â
You moan, gripping the sheets as you try to push back against him, yearning for him to just slide into you. âNâ NoâŠâ
âAh, so you had this planned all along, hm?â Hugh says, pressing his tip to your entrance. âYouâre lucky I love you,â he continues, hands gripping your hips as he slams into you without warning. He fills you to the brim, leaning over you as his lips hover against your ear. âEven though you are being bad.âÂ
âYâ You love it,â you say through quiet moans, trying to remain quiet even though everyoneâs outside and away from earshot.Â
âYouâre right,â Hugh chuckles darkly. âI do like it when youâre bad. Gives me reason to punish you.â He pulls back, fingertips digging into the flesh at your hips as he wastes no time in thrusting into you repeatedly. The sound of skin slapping against one another echoes off the walls of the bedroom and youâre still forcing yourself to remain quiet, hands gripping the bed sheets. âLemme hear you, baby,â Hugh encourages.Â
His thrusts doesnât let up. He fills you so perfectly, pulling out to his tip only to slam himself back into your warm depths. You know youâre going to be sore after this, but you donât mind. It will only serve as a reminder of sneaking away with Hugh while hosting a barbeque with friends.Â
âOh god,â you moan aloud, eyes shut tight as you feel yourself begin to tremble. You know youâre close, know that youâre about to reach your high and Hugh knows it too. He then grabs your arms and crosses them behind you, gripping your wrists to hold them against your lower back as you move your cheek to rest on the mattress, backside high in the air for him.Â
With his free hand, Hugh delivers a light slap to your ass. He groans to himself, the feeling of your walls tight around his length, milking him with each thrust brings him closer and closer to the edge. It excites him, knowing that he can fill you up with his seed. He likes knowing that youâll end up squirming long afterwards, a clear sign of his spend pooling out of you.Â
âOh, fuck, baby,â Hugh moans, the sound of his skin slapping against yours mixed in with the sounds of your moans and the wet squelching noise coming from how wet you are. Itâs almost filthy and it only drives him further.Â
âHâ Hugh,â you whimper, your walls beginning to clench around him as you feel your body tremble. âOh fuââ Hugh releases your hands and grips your arms, pulling you upright to be flush against him. He moves an arm around your frame, gripping your breast over the fabric of your dress as his lips are near your ear.Â
âGod, baby,â Hugh growls against your lips. âGripping me so tight, fuck,â Hughâs hips begin to falter, his other hand reaching down to rub your clit.Â
Your entire body is already so sensitive, still riding your climax and you try to claw at Hughâs wrist, trying to push him away as the sensations become too much.
âHughââ you moan. âBaby, I canât, oh godââ
âGimme one more, love,â he says softly, breathless and panting against your ear. His grip around your breast tightens as he applies pressure to your clit, moving it in circles and at a pace to time with his thrusts.Â
You reach behind you, lacing your fingers into his hair and gripping it tightly as your body shakes against him. You let out a loud moan as your walls tighten once more around his length and you feel him loosen his grip around you, moving his hands to your hips. His hips stutter and you feel his warmth shoot inside of you, filling you to the brim.Â
He rolls his hips a few more times before he pulls out, watching his spend slowly begin to drip out of you and down your inner thigh. He growls at the sight and then watches as you move to lie on your abdomen, trying to catch your breath.Â
Hugh walks to the bathroom to grab a warm and wet towel to clean you up. You shiver against his touch, looking over your shoulder at him with a lazy smile.Â
âYou better wear some underwear when we go back out there,â Hugh chuckles. âOr else this is gonna go everywhere.â
âMmm, I like it,â you smile.
âI like it too, baby.â Hugh smiles, leaning down to peck your lips. âLove knowing that youâre filled of me.âÂ
You bite your lower lip and look up at him, slowly moving to lie on your back as you gaze into his eyes. âI love you, Hugh.â
âI love you too, baby.â
âDo we have to go back out there?â you tease with a quiet laugh.
âJust a few more hours and then itâll just be me and you,â Hugh promises.
You nod and then stand up once heâs finished cleaning you up, walking to the closet to pull on a pair of panties underneath your dress. When you step out, you see Hugh pull up his pants and boxers, buttoning and zipping it back up as he loops the belt around himself.Â
He looks over at you and smiles, walking towards the door and taking your hand with him.Â
âRyanâs definitely going to give you shit,â you laugh, descending the stairs with him and going back out to the backyard to join everyone else.
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The human did interrupt.
Caius Volturi x human!reader
Summary: The reader is sitting with Caius when Valentina interrupts.
Author's note: This is so short but it just came to me when I remembered that scene lmao.
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A knock on the door interrupted their thoughts.
Aro stood, greeting whomever had dared to enter without announcement.
"Ah, Valentina has brought us something!"
Caius grimaced. His hand came up to rest on the leg of the pretty little human mate of his that currently resided in his lap. "She should not have interrupted."
Aro turned with a gracious look, "She's new."
Marcus' head turned, "Aren't they all?"
Caius smiled wickedly, pulling the girl in his arms closer.
Valentina simply stood at the base of the stairs, nervous and unsure of what to do.
Aro looked rather annoyed at this, motioning for her to step forward to meet him.
As she does, she presents a silver platter with an envelope on it.
Aro opens it, gazing at the handwriting within. "Ah! L'amore ci mantiene giovani (Love keeps us young). Edward and Bella are to be married."
The girl in Caius' lap turns slightly to see his reaction. He watched his eyebrows furrow carefully in thought, anger beginning to take over his features.
Marcus simply turned his head, his expression anything but an emotion, "What. Joy."
Caius finally spoke up, "This is the Cullen's way of announcing her transformation. They mock us with their delaysâŠ"
Aro looked over his shoulder, his attention now away from Valentina, "Patience, brother." Aro then set the envelope back on the platter. "Though, you do have a point," he gently caressed Valentina's face as his voice lost its kindness, "the human did interrupt."
Caius pulled his pretty mate to her feet, pulling her with him as the three Volturi kings began to exit.Â
Felix and Demetri appeared on either side of the secretary as Aro walked on, "I do love weddings."
Caius' mate turned to look over her shoulder to see what would become of the girl, but Caius gently caught her jaw, keeping her from looking back. "âŠCâŠCaius?" She asked hesitantly.
"Shh. Come, Bella Amora," he leaned to whisper in her ear, "Let the human learn her mistake."
Caius pulled his mate from the throne room, the sound of Valentina's screams being heard throughout the entire castle.
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hockey fic recs
this list made my realize how much I read about Quinn lol. please enjoy this list of my favourite fics of your favourite players and support the very talented authors!!
more fic recs with other players will be added soon!!
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Quinn Hughes
homeward | capquinn normally I'm not super into reading pics that involve pregnancy or kids but this one had me in all my feels. watching reader and Quinn get the life they deserve was so much fun
loving him was red | sweetestdesire đ€ okay this one is HOT I love how Quinn just wants to make reader feel good and is so so caring
bicep shy | hugheshugs as a shy girlie myself this one was sooooo cute. I absolutely love how patient Quinn is with reader. this one had me blushing
more than a memory | blueskrugs I read this for the first time while I was reading every summer after and the connections between the two are sooooo cute
oh, my my my | sweetteainthesummerx as a ts girlie with dreams of a real life childhood friends to lovers love story, this one checked all my boxes VERY, and I mean VERY cute
can I be close to you? | 43-hugs the slowwwww burn in this holy shit. I was reading this with a giant smile on my face
explodin' (like a golf ball) | puck-luck đ€ this one is so so hot and I absolutely loved the dialogue. Quinn is such a tease and I ate it up
dishes in the sink | hhughes this one feels very domestic and Quinn is very cute here
oliver the orca | mattatouilletkachuk THE HOCKEY BABIES AU!!!!! this one was very very cute!!!
day by day, year after year | 13-hugs đ€ THIS ONE OMG its absolutely everything is such a roller coaster as so cute!
Luke Hughes
lakeside kisses | zebrasdrysdale i absolutely love friends to lovers and this fit is no exception. I also love how all they boys knew they were meant to be
under wraps | star2fishmeg đ€ another friends to loverssssss and this one is very cute but also hot. I love hype man Dylan in this lol lol
friends with feelings | resilientwins đ€ I LOVE LUKE IN THIS LOL. this one has me absolutely giggling
a bed for two | resilientwins I love reader is Lukes banter in this and when they finally give and and hold each other so cuteeeeeee
birthday blues and a matchmaking hughes | resilientwins resilientwins I am your biggest fan!!!!!! legit obsessed with every single one of their fics
blushing | hearts4hughes the teasing in this is so cute and I'm obsessedddd
invisible string | hugshughes Taylor Swift and the kiss in the rain??!! I'm screaming
in the morning light | theemporium đ€ this one is so hot hellooo?? Luke is such a gentle lover in this fic and I absolutely love it
practice makes perfect | misshoneyimhome đ€ this one is so cute and I love how flustered Luke gets
Cole Caufield
four weddings and a funeral | thewintersoldierdisaster. THE BUILD UP. this fic is so so good and Cole is so sweet in it. I loved the relationship between reader and Trevor and in the ending he is so funny
frat fever | puck-luck đ€ Cole is so so toxic in this but I ate every word up and I can't blame reader because I would have folded for him as well because hellllooooo look at him
hey stephen | nhlclover I love love love the pining in this! watching reader and Cole get nervous infront of each other was so cuteeee and the fearless mention yassssss
Jamie Drysdale
always trust the match maker | drysdalesworld this one is very sweet and makes me smile a lot. I was kicking my feet when reader and Jamie fell asleep on the couch
about a month | adorethedistance Jamie and Trevors bater is so cute and funny in this
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