My first AJ Fanfic
Part 1/2
⚠️WARNING⚠️
🔞+18 This text might content inappropriate vocabulary, alcohol abuse, nudity and sex.
❌Typos can be found too, spanish is my first language.
This fanfic was written from the bottom of my heart and with all respect to Aaron Judge deserves.
Hope you enjoy 😉
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You were finally there.
One of your biggest dreams has come true. You were desiring to go to New York City since you were a kid, and now you are in front of the JFK entrance with your luggage in one hand and the ticket in the other one. You couldn't believe it.
"Hey there, are you still here?" Your cousin decided to go on this trip with you, she's actually you bestfriend too, so you couldn't be more excited.
"Yes, i'm... yes"
You barely could speak. You finally got out of the airport and grabbed a cab, you didn't wanted to get lost on your first day. It was like a movie, you admire every single thing of the city, the driver also started asking qustions.
You arrived at your airbnb. Hotels weren't an option, you guys wanted to live the whole NY experience, feel like a real new Yorker and that's why you rented a two bedroom studio in the middle of Manhattan, with spectacular views of central park, the sunset and the city in general. Little bit expensive but totally worth it.
"Lemme say, this is incredible"
"I know right? Totally worth spend my whole retirement savings" that were partially true but you were enjoying yourself as hell.
The itinerary included atypical things to do. Like visiting museums, cathedrals, monasteries, farms, libraries and bars. But also the Empire state, maybe Broadway, Times Square, the Madison Square garden and, of course, the Yankee stadium. You were dying to go there and see a game. Your whole plan was based on the Yankees calendar. Yes, just because you wanted to see HIM in person.
You both went to a grocery store to buy your dinner and breakfast, some snacks and spend a few hours watching tv before sleep.
The first two days flew by, a lot of activities were planned and done, but you were anxious, anxious to finally see a game. You aboard the subway to the Bronx.
"AAAHHH, I can't wait"
"Relax, we are almost there" you were praying not to get lost. But a few people with the Yankees Jerseys lead the way. It was a huuuge stadium, stunning, you held your breath avoiding the imminent scream about to come out of your mouth until finaly you took your sit.
The air was a little bit cold. Your Yankee Jersey wasn't enough to cover and your skinny jeans were suddenly to skinny, but it didn't matter, at that moment, you were genuinely happy.
The players came out of the clubhouse and the crowd was deafening. A match against the Astros, of course you needed to chant at the top of your lungs and your heart almost failed when you spotted him, in the line, about to sing the National anthem. You barely could do the same.
"Playball" the game was on, the crowd was still on fire saying things, and you joined them (Altuve fell from your grace) then, the top of the first ended and was Aaron Judge turn. You almost died when you saw him pray, and your heart stopped when he was defending the right field but the cherry on top of this cake of emotions was when you caught his homer.
Right after the firts pitch he swung the bat and the ball landed on your hands. A couple of guys fell almost fellover you, but they couldn't take away the ball from your claws.
The joy filled your soul and your cousin hugged you. You kissed the ball and the smile on your face didn't disappear. It was like the stars aligned to that very moment.
The inning finished and, when you saw him coming back to the right field, you called him. You weren't expecting anything in particular, but you unconsciously did it anyway.
"HEY, AARON" he actually turned and your face was red like red pepper, you could even feel your ears burning. You shook the ball and he grinned "Can you sign this for me?"
"Of course, meet me at the end of the game" he winked?!
"YES HE WINKED AT YOU BITCH" your cousin read your mind and you shut her mouth with your hand you didn't want Aaron to hear that.
And finally the game was over. Yankees won 5 to 2 but the only thing you wanted at that moment was his autograph.
You jumped over the benches trying to reach the dugout. Your cousin could barely keep the pace, you were like a soul dragged by the devil. But it wasn't necessary to run, he was there, signing balls.
"I was waiting for you"
"Really?" Your heart was pounding so hard on your chest that you swore he could hear it. He took his homer and signed it.
"Are you free tonight?"
"Of course"
"Where can i found you?"
You arrived to your place in a blink, hurried to get ready to go out with him. You were mechanically doing things, you still couldn't believe you were about to date Aaron fucking Judge. You whole dream come true. You dreamed about this exact moment and you still asked your cousin to pinch your arm so you could be totally sure you weren't dreaming again. This time it was as real as the fresh air you where breathing.
"Let me tell you, girl, you look stunning" you were wearing a cute flowered green and pink dress and wedge sandals. You were going to a casual restaurant, nothing too fancy (you hate fancy restaurants) so he knew exactly where to go. "If you weren't dating HIM, i would be annoyed you were leaving me here watching T.V." you grinned when suddenly your phone rang. Yes, you wrote your phone number on his hand while he was giving you his autograph.
"Coming" send. you said goodbye and when you opened the door, he was there, standing in front of you, looking handsome as fuck, with a plain white tee, jeans and sneakers.
"Hey"
"H-h-hey" your face turned red again, he offered you his arm and you both rode his beautiful car. The conversation flowed naturally, the nerves were eating you alive. His smile, his laughter, were not helping at all.
You finally got to the place. A gorgeous restaurant at the rooftop of a building. The fairy lights decorating the place, with a lot of colored cushions on its chairs. Casual but still kind of exclusive; the table had his name above the word Reserved. The maitre didn't ask who he was, he directly guided you to your sits. You ordered food but mostly alcoholic drinks. You both were kinda drunk.
The night was delightful and omg the way you flirt with each other... it was so obvious you wanted MORE.
A chill ran through your body catching his attention.
"Are you cold?"
"No, don't worry, it's okay"
"Oh my, no, no, let's get going. I know a place you can be warmer"
It wasn't butterflies in your stomach but bees or something. You were about to throw up all dinner because of how nervous you were.
He parked the car in front of a tall building and gave the keys to another guy. You enter an elevator and suddenly everything went silent.
The sexual tension grew up between the two of you when he grabbed you trying to warm you up with his enormous hands and the his hand moved from your arms to under your leg, to your hips, giving you chills again and, of course, you fell under his touch... he bowed to kiss you (way too bowed 'cause you are considerably shorter than him) and your lips finally touched.
¡Oh-my-god! The feeling was amazing, better that you could've ever imagine. His lips were smooth, his mouth tasted sweet and you felt like heaven; the bees in your stomach turned into a hurricane of desire and made you deepen the kiss. He grabbed you by the butt while you tanggled your legs on his waist and your arms around his neck; your hand touching his hair, never stopped kissing each other.
The gates of the elevator opened behind you while he walked straight to his bedroom.
The bed was big and soft and felt comfortable under your bare skin; he was taking your dress out in the way to you final destination, so you got to the matress with half of your clothes on. He kissed your neck and your chest with delicacy, turning you on and making you claim for more.
You took his shirt off, admiring his sculpturated body.
"Like what you see?"
"Baby, i love it"
The kisses and the touching continued, you couldn't wait, you were desperate to consume the night, and you finally made it happen. He was on control all night, so it was your turn, there, on HIS bed.
You putted your self on top, kissing his body and then acomodated to his size.
"You okay?"
"Perfect" 'lil bit of pain but disappeared right after you started moving and delicious wasn't the actual word to describe how were you feeling at that moment. Both of you sweating, moaning, moving faster, touching and kissing each other; he bit your lip and dirty talked in your ear, grabbing your back with fierceness, turning you on more than before and making you finished in a couple of minutes, he did it a moment later.
"Fu-u-ck, y-ee-s!" He pressed his hands on your hips, controlling himself while his relief ran through your body, exhaling heavily, falling above his exhausted chest. You breathed in his smell, when suddenly his voice filled your ears and his hands touched your back, kissing you deeply once again.
"My god, you were amazing" he smiled on your lips, you grinned too.
"And you were right, i'm warmer now"
The night got cooler while passing by. You took a cigarrete off your purse, you putted on the tee he was wearing and went out to the balcony. The stars were shinny bight, the air running cold, and the city was down there, in all its greatness but, just for a night, you felt greater than the NYC.
