I wasn’t miserable , I liked the holidays and christmas time happened to be my favourite.
Not for any sappy reason , i simply just liked this time of year. The nights were dark and cold , meaning that the feeling of entering the house filled me with warmth as I walked through the house.
It meant that snow fell , making the fields look nice and animals were mostly indoors for the winter so the work load was less.
It was a good time of year.
I tried my best every year to indulge in the groups christmas “activities”. Usually it just meant everyone went to winter wonderland and skated or got some gifts but nothing proper.
Little Biggs decided she wanted to secret santa this year and because that curly haired blonde was impossible to say no to I found myself sticking my hand in the hat to pick out a small piece of crumpled paper.
I held the paper close my chest as I opened it , delighted to see the name ‘katie’ scribbled across my scrap of paper.
I was going to get her a gift anyways this year , I know I shouldn’t after she just broke up with biggs but she was still my friend , i still wanted to gift her and now i could do it without feeling the guilt.
A few weeks ago we had been sat in music class , i remember katie wearing her blazer and coat , her red hair curled and falling around her shoulders. Looking incredibly cozy despite the cold bite of the November air in this classroom.
I remember listening to her as she spoke about this guitar model she really wanted , she went on for at-least 15 minutes about it before doing that blushing thing she does before mumbling to herself and then stopping with her rambling.
That day I had decided I was going to buy it for her because I knew that she wasn’t going to buy it for herself and she deserved more than just wishing for a guitar when I could give it to her.
“Who’d you get?” The sweet voice asked me , breaking me out of my thoughts as my eyes landed on the green eyed fox featured girl infront of me.
“I can’t tell you that ,” I smiled , “that defeats the point of it being a secret.”
She huffed at my reply , like she expected me to say that. “No fun. I could help you with who you have.”
“I don’t need help , I know what I’m going to get them.” I shrugged , watching as she rolled her eyes at my words.
“Well i… will you help me? I have no clue what to get for my person.” She admitted , a pout painting her pink lips as she looked down at the piece of paper in her pale hands.
“You really hate keeping secrets.”
“Shut up , just help me.”
“Well who’d you get?”
“Gibsie.” She said quietly , a tiny little whisper so no one around us heard her.
“And you have idea what to get him?”
“Nope.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her as i nodded my head , “yeah , i’ll help you don’t worry.”
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It had been two weeks since we picked the names from the hat , now all sat in a circle in the living room of hugh and claire’s house.
Claire had made everyone put the gifts under the tree secretly so she could hand them out without the other person knowing. She was so excited for this , it was kinda cute to see.
She had given out most of the presents , only a few left under the tree as she reached and grabbed the long present wrapped in green paper that didn’t fit under the tree.
“Katie !” She said happily , “this one’s for you” she told her as she handed over the gift to katie was sat opposite me , resting her head against the couch from where she sat on the floor.
Katie sat up slight as she took the gift from claire , her green eyes widening slightly as she realised the big gift everyone had been waiting on was her.
She carefully reached a hand up to rip the paper from the top , revealing the black case that held the guitar inside.
She let out a tiny gasp that only I heard by the looks on everyone’s faces as she finally got rid of all the paper and zipped open the case , looking at the guitar was a look of awe in her eyes.
“I.. uh.. thank you.” She stuttered , not looking up to meet anyways eyes as her freckled cheeks turned pink.
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As the evening came to a close , I grabbed my gift. I had got a really really nice watch and a new jumper , I was actually really happy with my gift and by the excitement on little shannon’s face as I opened the gift I assumed it was her and thanked her for it as johnny and her left earlier.
I walked out the door behind katie who was holding the case so delicately in her hands , closing the door behind us made her stop and turn to me.
“Thank you , patrick.” She said ever so gently.
“For what?” I replied , acting like I had no clue what this girl was talking about.
“The gift , you would’ve been the only one to know I wanted it.”
“Ahh right , you’re welcome , katie.” I nodded , watching as she adjusted her plaid scarf higher up her cheeks , it may have been to shield herself from the cold or to hide her rush of blush.
“Katie ! Cmon let’s go !” I heard aoife shout from joeys car , smiling at her bestfriend and waving her hand to call her over.
“I should…” She started to say before I cut her off.
“Goodnight , Katie.”
“Goodnight , Patrick.” She replied , hesitating for a moment before standing on her tippy toes to press a quick kiss to my cold cheek before quickly turning on her heels and rushing to Joeys car.
I watched them drive off before getting into my own car , a smile on my face the whole way home as my cold face flushed with heat everytime I thought about the kiss she left on my skin.
warning — contains smut , male oral receiving but that’s it <3
a/n — happy birthday to the only man ever 😭😭😭 i miss you johnny kavanagh !!
When I had woken up this morning I made sure to be really quiet as I snook downstairs to grab the cake I had ordered for my husband and the lighter , I carefully walked up the stairs with and pushed the bedroom door open with my foot .
As i approached our bed I was met with the sight of my husbands sleeping face , his brown hair falling over his head as he slept peacefully , his face deep in the pillow. I sat on the edge of the bed , my hand brushing some of his hair out of his face , “Johnny , wake up birthday boy” I whispered , leaning down to press little kisses all over his face.
He woke up with a groan , using his big hands to rub at his eyes as she shifted onto his back , his eyes coming to meet the sight of me sat on our bed with the cake in my hand.
“Morning baby” His voice came out all deep and sleepy , it was my favourite sound.
“Good morning” I smiled , using the lighter to light the few candles on the cake , I didn’t bother with the song. I had sung last year and we both just laughed the whole time so this time I just held the cake out for him to blow out .
His lips turned to a sleepy smile as he used his breath to blow out the candles , his eyes flicking up to meet mine after he was done , “thanks baby. Looks great.”
I set the cake down and moved to lay beside him , my head finding the crook of his neck as my fingers traced mindless shapes across his perfect chest.
“I was gonna give you your gifts later , but I can give you one now if you want it?”
He turned his head to look down at me , “hm? what kind of gift?”
“I don’t know , maybe something like your wife and her mouth to gift her husband on his birthday.”
I felt his breath stuttered as he took in my words , “sounds like a good gift.”
I smiled as i began to kiss down his neck , across his chest and down his abs , my hands fumbling with the pair of black boxers he slept in as I pulled them down , “oh god” he mumbled through a deep inhale .
I smiled , using my hand first to work his hard cock in my hands , my tongue peeking out to teasingly lick the tip of his dick.
“You can’t tease me today , baby. Not fair on my birthday.”
“Mm? that’s your excuse?”
“it’s not an excuse , it’s my birthday .”
I just let out a huff of a laugh as I replaced my hand with my mouth , hollowing out my cheeks as I worked to move my head up and down along his length.
“oh fuck , oh just like that baby” I heard my husband groan from above me , my eyes moving to meet the sight of him slightly wrecked already .
His hips bucked up once as I took him deeper but he quickly stopped “i’m sorry , didn’t mean to , angel.” He said apologetically .
“It’s okay , you can.” I told him , continuing to use my mouth to please my birthday boy.
He whined at my words , his hips starting to thrust slowly up into my mouth , “Fuck , i’m not gonna last baby , ‘m so close.”
At his words I slightly sped up , my movements become sloppy as he continued to thrust into my mouth , both of us working to get him to reach his high.
“oh y/n , yes- yes oh god” He mumbled as I felt thick , hot ropes of cum hit the back oh my throat , I didn’t stop my movement until I had milked every last drop from him , only then did I sit up and wipe my mouth hand.
“You can get the rest of your gift later” I said , moving back to my spot against his chest , “happy birthday , babe. I love you”
THE OFF CAMPUS BOYS AS DADS DURING & AFTER PREGNANCY ♥︎
a/n — i know they go to have kids in the books !! this is just fun and imagine this is just based on the first books :) so i apologize if this isn’t accurate to some people
GARRETT —
• constantly taking pictures. Pictures to see the bump size increase , some for memories , some to “show the baby” and then random pictures when you aren’t looking.
• every night before bed he talks to the bump for atleast ten minutes , telling them about his day or something random because he claims it’s “bonding time” and that it will make him the fav parent before the baby is even born .
• a sucker for baby clothes. Baby shoes specifically, he has already started a collection. When you guys are out shopping the cute tiny shirts and outfits always make him stop and aww at them , usually picking them up and buying them because he can’t control himself.
• he wouldn’t care what the gender is , he would love either because he would like to have a boy to show him that you can pick what you want to do and he wouldn’t force him to do hockey but he would also love a girl because he thinks it would be adorable , he can just imagine a mini version of him running around only with pigtails and tutus.
• he ends up getting a girl and he’s delighted , he actually cries and spends the rest of the night googling and making a list of baby names the day you guys found out the gender.
• when she’s born he immediately becomes wrapped around her tiny finger , when she cries he’s doing everything to settle her down and when she gets older and is able to ask for things? oh he’s done for.
DEAN —
• he does that thing where he compares the size of the baby to fruit the whole time. You don’t really understand it but he seems happy doing it so you let him. Once the baby reaches “watermelon size” he decides to try and strap the watermelon to his own stomach but he doesn’t even last an hour.
• he goes toy crazy. He’s a big child himself so when you’re out and he sees a cool toy he uses the baby as an excuse to buy it even if you can tell he wants it too. By the time the babies born the nursery is filled with toys.
• He keeps a picture of your scan in the back of his phone case , he actually buys a clear one so everyone can see it and then ask him so he gets an excuse to talk about the baby and you .
• like garrett he wouldn’t really mind , however i do think he would like to idea of having a little girl and being able to treat her like a princess. He would love the idea of a blonde baby girl that he could baby and fuss over.
• he also gets a girl !! you guys don’t find out until the babies born and he practically jumps with excitement in the hospital when he hears that it’s a girl , hes immediately all over her . Kissing her cheeks , tickling the bottom of her feat and pressing raspberries to her belly in an attempt to make her laugh.
• as she gets older their relationship gets stronger , she’s his best friend. You come home sometimes and he will be in her room wearing a tiara and some very badly done makeup whilst sitting at the tiny table in her room and drinking tea like “princesses.”
LOGAN —
• he figures out you’re pregnant before you do because he knows you so well. The second something is off he knows immediately and when you take the test to find he’s over the moon at the positive response.
• he spends a lot of time on the nursery , painting animals on the walls and building everything. He’s in his element the whole time and takes pictures to send to everyone showing off his “amazing work” that he did for his baby.
• his hand is always resting on the bump. Before you were pregnant he often had his hand on your waist but now that you had a big round bump he made sure to keep his hand on it , wanting everyone to see the child you were both having.
• he would say he doesn’t have a preference because he really wouldn’t be annoyed by whatever the gender is but he would secretly really want a boy. He would want a buddy to do stuff with and play sports but he would never be against having a girl.
• he finds out you’re having a boy but he doesn’t do a big over the top celebration he simply smiles and gives you a kiss , he didn’t want to seem like he was going to be disappointed with a girl even if you knew he was ecstatic that it was a boy.
• when the boy is born he does everything with him , he gets one of those things you wear across your chest to keep the baby with you and just walks about with him as he does his tasks. They team up on you as they get older , it’s like logan and his mini version. They’re so similar that it makes you so happy to see the man you love be reflected through your son.
TUCKER —
• cravings? he specialises in them. Any weird thing you are imagining he goes to make it , and he makes it sooo good. It always tastes like the exact thing you imagined , it’s like his talent.
• he’s always online shopping for the baby , he just likes to look at everything and imagine you guys with the baby . Sometimes he even gets emotional when he sees a picture of a family on one of the shopping websites because he starts to imagine you guys like that.
• he spends the whole 9 months fussing over you. Late night needs? he’s on it. Sore feet? he’s rubbing them. You’re sleepy and need help doing your hair? He’s learnt how to do braids and curling and straightening , the whole lot.
• he’s very open about wanting a girl. He also knows what you want and just wants you to get that but he wants a girl so bad , he’s planned everything out for his baby princess.
• He cries when finds out it’s a girl and the seconds she’s born? He treats her like an angel , she’s spoiled rotten and taken care of so delicately it makes you fall inlove with him all over again.
I had tried for weeks to move on , to not think about the blonde boy from nights ago .
I mean he had his reputation right? It was stupid to assume I was any different.
But yet I couldn’t stop because it wasn’t just sex , or atleast it wasn’t just that to me. Dean had done more with me , sure we had sex but we talked , we watched movies , we ordered food and we went out.
It was good for a month before he went back to the way it was before , simple passing comments and flirting teases when I was around . Usually I would be able to give it back but I couldn’t anymore , I couldn’t do it.
Not when I was always thinking about and he wasn’t thinking about me.
It was a friday night after hockey and , as usual , the boys had thrown a party. I had debated not going but Hannah wanted to go for garrett and allie had practically forced me to get ready.
That’s what lead me to be sitting outside on the little stupid , hand painted bench they had in the garden . I didn’t even get a drink , I said hello to a few people and left to go sit outside by myself .
I had made eye contact with dean for only two seconds when I walked in however when I was walking out he was getting handsy with a blonde girl in the kitchen , i couldn’t take it.
The garden was quiet beside the music leaking in from the party happening behind me . It was so quiet that when the door opened I jumped and pressed my hand to my heart.
“Sorry , didn’t mean to scare you.” The voice said from behind me , I didn’t have to turn around to know who it was because I had heard it say sweet nothings to me for so long that it became a constant noise in my head.
I kept my mouth shut , my eyes on the ground and my head down as dean approached the bench and sat beside me , a beer in his hand.
“Why are you out here? It’s much more fun in there.”
“I wanna be out here.”
“Don’t wanna party with your friends?”
“No.”
“Okay then , quiet treatment.” He said from beside me and it made me roll my eyes but I still couldn’t look at him. I couldn’t do it because I was weak , I was weak and too involved with someone who clearly didn’t feel anything , for anyone.
“You weren’t my girlfriend.” He added on.
“Yep , wasn’t your girlfriend.”
“Did you think you were?”
“No.”
“Did you want to be?”
I fell silent , my voice just shut down and I couldn’t get any words out because that’s what I wanted. That’s what I wanted the most but I wasn’t going to embarrass myself by admitting that. I would only get hurt more.
“I would be an awful boyfriend to you , y/n. I couldn’t do that to you.”
“So why keep me around?” I managed to whisper out to him , trying to get some idea of what his mind looked like when he thought of me.
“I liked having you around , I really did like you.”
“Did?”
“Do. I do like you but that doesn’t change that fact I wouldn’t be a good boyfriend.”
“And you don’t want to even try?”
“I don’t want to try anything that will break your heart.”
And with that he left , he got up from the seat beside me and went back to the house as hot tears finally started to stream down my cheeks.
He didn’t even want to try for me? The idea of us trying was so horrible to him? My heart was already broken. He couldn’t break it anymore .
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When I was leaving later on into the night I shamefully looked around the house one last time , trying to catch a glimpse of the blonde haired boy.
“He’s in his room.” Garrett said from beside me , clearly being able to tell what I was looking for.
“Oh.”
“Not with a girl.” He was quick to add , “he was.. i don’t know . He’s being weird.”
“Yeah , weird.” Weird was barely the right word to describe dean , dean was everything that I couldn’t understand. The hardest equation I had ever faced.
“I wouldn’t give up , he’s very stuck in his ways but you’re you and dean likes you.”
I didn’t reply to garrett , i just grabbed my jacket and left.
I didn’t know if I could believe dean liked me , not when he did everything to avoid being with me.
When I had woken up this morning the first thing I felt was a heavy weight against my chest. I opened my eyes , squinting at the bright sun spilling through the window. My eyes travelled down to discover the weight to be my boyfriend laying across my chest , his face shoved into my neck.
My eyes kept travelling and land on his back , i could stare at his back all day. The muscles and tattoo.. god i get carried away. Anyways , on his back was a bunch of bright red scratch marks from me. I hadn’t meant to leave so many marks last night but when my 6ft 2 boyfriend is hitting me in the right spots I get a bit carried away.
I forgot to tell him though when he woke up , only thirty minutes after he finally woke up he was standing in his gym gear , leaning down to press a gentle kiss to my lips before leaving to go work out with his friends.
GARRETT
The gym had nearly killed me today. I don’t know what dean was doing but he kept making me push for more and I was now currently sweating buckets as I downed my water.
The other guys were sweating too , making them pull their tight shirts off and like the man I am , i followed after them. Pulling the black under armour shirt I was wearing over my head and tossing it onto the bench beside me.
When I turned to set my water back down I heard the guys start laughing behind me.
My head snapped up to them “What? What’s so funny.”
“Your back , since when did you get a cat?@ Dean laughed , pushing back his blonde hair as he did.
Tucker and Logan just kept laughing at me but I was still confused so I walked to the full length mirror on the wall of the gym and turned slightly so I could see my back.
Only then was I greeted with the art my girlfriend had created last night.
“Oh.” I smiled , not even bothering to make up an excuse for my back , “that was y/n.”
“Your girl did that?” Logan ask me , his eyes widening slightly.
“That’s what happens when she gets the sex god” I laughed at myself , shrugging my shoulder.
The three of them groaned at me , “You’re so full of yourself.” Tucker complained .
Damn right I was. My back was marked because of the most beautiful girl in the world and I was for sure gonna let everyone know.
My legs were currently dangling from where I sat on the counter top of my boyfriends house . His house along with his three friends but they weren’t in the kitchen with us right now so it was just us .
He had that stupid apron on that I got him for his birthday as a joke and now he refuses to cook or bake without it . I couldn’t deny that it was adorable , he looked very cute in it but I wasn’t going to tell him that .
I watched as he used the whisk to mix the batter he had created in a big silver bowl , my eyes however were not focused on the batter . I was focused on the way his arm flexed and showed off his perfect biceps as he quickened up the pace of his mixing .
I was too focused on his arm that when he looked up at me and caught my eyes staring I didn’t even notice .
“You like what you see?” I heard his voice say , pulling me out of my thoughts as my eyes moved to land on his very smug face.
“Shut up.”
Tucker laughed at me , setting the whisk down to flex his arm at me , continuing to laugh as he did it.
“You’re so annoying.” I rolled my eyes even if the sight of his arms was nearly as delicious as the food he made.
“You love my arms.”
“Don’t exaggerate it.”
A few minutes later he had finally created all his batters and then he turned to me.
“You wanna try?”
“Mhm.” I nodded , my mouth was nearly watering at the smell of this kitchen .
He smiled at my response before using a spoon to take the chocolatey brown batter from the bowl and smear it onto his bicep.
He moved over to me and flexed it right infront of my face.
“Here you go.” He said , the cockiness oozing out of his voice.
“I’m not eating from your bicep.”
“Oh please , drop the act. I know you want to.”
I couldn’t deny it. I really did want to. I mean I often just bit my boyfriend’s bicep when he wasn’t even doing anything because they looked so good and now he was feeding me with them?
I attempted to roll my eyes but it was half hearted as a smile graced my lips , I took the bicep in my hands as I brought my mouth down to lick the batter off of it.
“Good?” He asked me a moment later.
“Hmm… I think I need to try more to tell.” I teased , my eyes glistening now that I had gotten my first taste of him.
He just laughed at me as he used the spoon to apply more batter to his bicep.
It was safe to say this is my new favourite way of trying my boyfriend’s food.
I apologize for anything spelling errors , i wrote this very late at night
c/w ᝰ.ᐟ pet names (captain, baby, pretty + no yn) swearing, brat taming (playfully), possessive!garrett, jealous!garrett, hockey fights + injuries, split lip/blood, praise kink (both), oral (m. receiving), bondage (panties), teasing, begging, unprotected p in v, riding, multiple orgasms, w.a.m., clingy post-sex vibes + a very down bad, needy man
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“Shit,” Garrett hisses as he kisses you again, accidentally pulling his split lip back open.
He groans through it anyway.
The sound shudders against your neck while he presses another kiss into your skin—then another, softer this time, shaky around the edges. His weight braces over you, broad chest warm against yours, muscles still tight with leftover adrenaline from the game.
“Fuck me—”
“Garrett,” you murmur with a quiet laugh, reaching up to cup his jaw. “Baby.”
His knuckles are still red and swollen from the fight earlier, but he brushes it off like it’s nothing. “M’fine, pretty.”
“Sure you are,” you whisper.
Your fingers spread slowly across his bare chest, his heartbeat pounding beneath your palm as you nudge him back just enough to make him pause. He finally looks at you.
“Baby,” you murmur softly, fingers brushing through his damp curls. “We can just lay here, okay? You’re exhausted.”
Garrett shakes his head immediately, pulling you closer like you’ve said something insane. “No.”
“Garrett—”
“Need this,” he grinds out against your mouth. “Barely get you alone. Barely get to have you.” His grip tightens at your waist, his stare going heavier on yours. “I need this tonight, baby.”
“Okay,” you breathe as he lowers himself to your lips. His muscles tremble beneath your hands as they wrap around his biceps. You shift underneath him, arching just enough for him to realize something needs to change.
Garrett notices immediately. He wets the split in his lip, eyes narrowing with slow amusement. “Use your words, sweetheart.”
“Get on your back, Garrett.”
“What?” He laughs softly, still hovering over you like he thinks there’s no chance you’re serious.
“Back. Now.” You try to roll him but he grabs your wrist, pinning you to the mattress.
“You serious right now?” He whispers against your lips, letting out a raspy laugh before hissing when the smile tugs the cut back open.
“Now.”
Garrett lets out a rough breath like he’s too sore for this, shifting onto his back beneath you, broad chest rising and falling harder once you settle over his waist.
A dark bruise shadows the side of his ribs, already blooming beneath tan skin where he got slammed into the boards earlier.
His hands slide to your thighs automatically—big palms squeezing instinctively—but you catch his wrists before he can settle them there.
“Uh-uh.” Your voice comes out softer this time and he cocks an eyebrow at you, loving wherever the hell this is going. “Coach said you have to relax. R e l a x,” you breathe as you guide his arms over his head, fingers tracing over the thick muscle of his forearms until your hands lace together above him.
“I don't wanna relax,” he chuckles.
“I don't care.”
“You’re bossy tonight,” he says with a tilted smile, already breathless.
“Maybe,” you smile down at him like you already knew you’d win this. “But you’re a problem.” Your fingertips drag lightly down the center of his chest. “Not now that I’ve finally got you pinned down for once.”
Garrett lets out a short laugh through his nose, shaking his head against the pillow. “Control? You know how easily I could get it back, baby?” He tilts his head against the pillow to look at you better.
Then your hand reaches across the bed for your pink lace panties—discarded somewhere in the mess—and Garrett clocks what you’re doing about one second too late.
“Wait,” he breathes, eyes narrowing. “Hold on—” His head tips back into the pillow as you loop the lace around the headboard, knotting it around his wrists while he watches with parted lips and a slow swallow working down his throat. “You’re serious.”
“You keep hurting yourself,” you sigh as your thumb brushes carefully near the cut in his lip. “You don’t listen. All you do is fight.” You lean closer, softer now. “So now you don’t get to be in charge for a little while. Baby, you're stuck—”
“It’s a pair of pink panties.”
“And yet,” you murmur softly, tightening your grip around his wrists for a second, “look how good you’re behaving for me.”
He sucks his teeth and chuckles at that. “Behaving?” He scoffs. “Behaving. I've been getting chirped about you all night and I snapped once after he slashed me. He threw the first punch. Ten minute major. Now you’ve got me tied up in a thong. What more do you want from me?”
“Maybe I just wanted you to sit still long enough for me to take care of you,” you whisper, your mouth brushing over his. “Thank you like I’ve wanted to since you stepped into the penalty box. Does that sound so bad?”
He lets out a deep breath, nodding like that’s exactly what he needed to hear.
Your body dips lower, back arching as your ass lifts slightly while your lips trace his ear. “Maybe, I wanted to tie you up, and make you my bitch.”
“Jesus Christ,” he breathes out, a dark laugh breaking past his lips as he turns his head, burying himself in your neck. “M’not your fuckin’ bitch, alright?”
“You’re not?” You soften your voice and his whole body loosens beneath you.
“…Fine.”
“Fine what, baby?” You ask as your gaze meets his again, his eyes falling to your lips as you smile.
“I’m your bitch,” he says under his breath, intentionally quiet enough to piss you off.
Your mouth falls open dramatically, hand pressing against his abs, moving lower making his breathing catch. “Well, that wasn’t very convincing, baby.”
Garrett laughs again, deeper this time, turning his head like he’s embarrassed by how easy he is for you, a blush creeping across his cheeks.
“I’m your bitch, baby,” he repeats a little louder now, brown eyes sliding back to yours. “Happy?”
“Very.”
“God,” he huffs, smiling despite himself. “You like fuckin’ with me, don't you?”
“More like love, but yeah,” you tease, leaning down, lips pressing against his neck, shifting lower, soft lips trailing over his stomach, tongue teasing his v-line before your mouth dips lower, nuzzling between his thighs.
His stomach tightens instantly, thighs flexing as he lifts his head, getting a better look.
“Fuck,” he breathes when your tongue flicks over his balls, warm and slow. His thighs tighten when you take one into your mouth, then the other, stroking his thick cock with your hand while you suck softly. “Damn, baby,” he moans, head falling back against the pillow. “Gonna make me lose it.”
“How many times?” You ask sweetly, breath fanning over his spit-slick dick, feeling him twitch in your grip. You glance up at him through your lashes, looking way too innocent for your words.
“So what?” He murmurs. “You gonna tie me up and just—use me?”
“Mhmm,” you hum around him, the sound making his abs tighten again. “That’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”
Garrett swears softly under his breath as you crawl back up his body slowly, your fingertips skimming over the sculpted ridges of his abs, higher over his chest, nails scratching lightly, his gold chain flickering in the low light when he sucks in a breath.
His hands twitch against the lace when your wet pussy settles over his length again, grinding down slow, your breasts pressed against his broad chest.
“You’re so fucking hot, Garrett,” you murmur against his lips, but the smile slips through anyway.
“You have no clue how good you look on top of me,” he mutters, his voice already rough, even though the corner of his mouth still curls smugly. “You gotta stop teasing me.”
Your eyes trace the line of his jaw, the bruise blooming dark beneath his cheekbone, the split in his lip still angry red. His dark curls fall onto his forehead, half brushed-back from running his hands through them, wet with sweat again.
“All fucked up and still the hottest guy I’ve ever seen,” you murmur, thumb brushing lightly near the cut. “You’re unbelievable.”
Garrett lets out a low sound at that, somewhere between a groan and a laugh.
“Unbelievable, huh?” His voice drops rough around the edges.
“So fucking greedy, Graham.”
His brows pinch immediately. “Graham?” He scoffs, finally lifting his head enough to look at you properly. “Garrett’s for you. The fuck are you callin’ me Graham?”
You just smile wider—a slow little smile. Underneath all the cockiness, Garrett loves this—the way you toy with him when you get bold enough to take control.
Your fingers drift lazily through his hair while you stay settled over his lap, watching him try and fail to keep that smug look on his face.
“Talk to me nice,” he mutters, low and warning, even though his hands are tied above his head and he’s already losing this fight. “Talk to me like you love me.”
You bite back a smile, grinding your hips on top. “Captain’s havin’ a hard night, huh?”
“Holy shit,” Garrett drags out the words like they physically pain him. His head falls back, wrists pulling taut against the lace.
“Just take it,” you breathe, mouth brushing close enough to his that he can feel the smile there. “Unless you want me to stop.”
“Don’t,” he grunts immediately, the word coming out stern and final even while his wrists tug uselessly against the lace above his head.
Garrett tests the restraints again anyway, muscles tightening beneath you, but you shove playfully at his chest before he can get too cocky about it.
“C’mon now,” he mutters, eyes glinting up at you while his tongue drags across the cut in his lip, soothing the sting. “You’re not my coach. You’re not one of the guys.” His gaze lifts to yours again, darker now, quieter. “You’re my girl.”
“I am,” you hum, moving a little closer to his lips.
“And…” he adds lower, lashes dipping for half a second before meeting your eyes again, “Garrett sounds better when you say it.”
“Yeah?” You tease softly, fingers sliding around his neck, through the damp curls at the back.
“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Love when you say my name—” His words cut off when your hand traces lower, fingers wrapping around the base of his cock, stroking slowly. “‘Specially when you're proud of me.”
“I am proud of you, Garrett,” you praise and he takes the compliment like air. He moans when your thumb brushes over his thick tip of his dick, his brows furrowing while his lips part. “Easy, Garrett,” you murmur. “You’re getting a little needy for me.”
“A little?” He laughs softly, breath catching when your thumb brushes the tip again. “You’re pushin’ it—me. All of it.”
“The offer to stop was there—”
“Baby, I’m injured,” he complains softly. “Feels kinda fucked up not to let me cum.”
“I don't think you're ready,” you whisper as you reach down, thumb brushing along his chin where a little blood smudged. He parts his lips, eyes locked on yours as he sucks it clean. “I could get outta here if I wanted, you know. Lucky I’m playin’ nice.”
“So am I. You’re enjoying this, baby. Stop trying to play tough with pink panties around your wrists. I know you love it.”
He laughs softly under his breath at that, teeth catching briefly on the split in his lip. He watches you for a second like he can’t decide whether he wants to argue with you or watch.
“You done talkin’,” he asks hoarsely, voice rough and low, “or are you gonna keep torturing me for fun?”
You giggle against his skin. “So my panties around your wrists and my hand around your dick is—”
“One of my favorite things you’ve done, yes.”
“It was torture a second ago,” you counter with faux concern.
The tip of his cock drips precum, sliding in a lazy tear over your knuckles. “Fuck you.” He chuckles.
“You’d like that,” you grin as you lift your hand, licking his mess off the back. “Look at how relaxed you are.”
“You’re actually gonna fuckin’ kill me,” he laughs under his breath.
You move between his legs, smirk dying on your lips as your mouth parts, that dangerous look still burning in your eyes as you lick a slow line up the underside of his cock, following a vein, watching his biceps flex as he tests the panties holding him in place.
“Standing down by the glass,” he says, breath hitching as you swirl your tongue over the tip. “Playing against your ex.”
“Mhmm,” you whisper.
“You know how much shit I took. Three periods of reminding me all about his favorite things about my girl. And, I couldn't say shit. Couldn't even tell Coach why I went in the box in the first place.”
You run a line of spit down to his throbbing head as you stroke and he shivers, feeling it roll down the slit, gliding down the side.
“Been keeping this a secret for six months. Think I deserve something—Fuuuck.” His head slams back into the pillow when he finally gets it. “Yeah… that’s it, baby.”
Your lips stretch around his cock, eyes flicking up to watch his reaction. Garrett’s lashes flutter shut, mouth falling open, chest lifting as you sink down again. You moan around him, the sound making him shudder.
“So fuckin’ good,” he pants.
You wrap one hand around the base, slick with spit, and stroke as your mouth works the head, dragging your tongue along the ridge. He groans again—deep and filthy—his fists clenching above his head.
“Shit. Shit—fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he grits through his teeth, muscles locking under you. “Gonna cum in that pretty mouth—”
His whole body coils tight as you suck, slurping, gagging, throating his length as he fights back his pleasure.
A loud moan breaks past his lips, filling the room. He hisses out a breath as he feels the sharp sting, bottom lip trembling. “God, damn—just… You’re…” His voice cuts off, too far gone to finish, filthy-wet between your lips and the thick length of him—too much for you to take, but you’re trying anyway.
Garrett pitches his hips, meeting you stroke for stroke, eyes squeezed shut as his thigh muscles tremble.
“Fuck me,” he whines, your name whispering past his lips as he empties into your throat, cock throbbing while his voice breaks into a sobbing, pathetic laugh. “Shittt—oh my god—fuck—” He chokes on his words, hands twisting into fists above him.
You pull off him slow, kissing his swollen, pulsing tip. He throws his head to the side, pressing his mouth to his bicep, shuttering out a pathetic breath when you kitten-lick his cock; body jumping with each cruel flick.
“Pussy,” his voice comes out slurred. “Give it to me—fuckin’ need it, alright?”
You bite your lip, holding back a smile as you crawl up over him—tits brushing his chest, his face flushed, eyes glassy, chest heaving—you wrap your hand around him again, pumping slow as you guide him toward you.
He’s still recovering when you line him up, circling your hips just enough to tease the head against your slick folds.
“So good,” he groans, eyes rolling back. “Oh my fucking god, baby—” You slide down on him, hands pressing against his chest, feeling his heart bang underneath until you're fully sat.
“Fuck, Garrett,” you breathe as you drag your hips. His eyes lock on the wet place where you connect, lips parted like he's trying to think of something to say, but the thought dies there instead.
He tugs at the panties roughly, brows furrowing, lips snarling as he forgot for a second he was tied up. You lean forward over him slowly, chest brushing his as you lower yourself toward his mouth, smiling when his breath catches.
“Can’t even slap your fuckin’ ass—” CRACK! Your hand smacks against your own skin, cutting off his complaint, and he groans beneath you like he's getting some sick secondhand pleasure from it.
“Bounce for me,” he rasps, lips vibrating against yours. You push yourself upright again, hands slapping against the metal rail above his head, and his eyes snap back.
Your pussy swallows up the length of him, hands braced on the bed frame between his—like you own the room. Like you own him. “So fucking perfect for me—”
He curses loudly as he throws his hips up to meet you, making the whole damn bed creak.
Heat coils low in your stomach, your thighs starting to shake around him. “Yes, baby—cum like this. Use me, c’mon,” he pants. Your pussy pulses with your heartbeat, wild and quick, fluttering around him as you cum; Garrett thrusting up into you so deep your vision blurs.
“Don’t you fuckin’ stop,” he grits out, the tone of his voice proud like he knows you won't. His mouth falls open, his eyes rolling back, the muscles in his chest tight as his fists lock. “I’m cumming, shit.” The look on his face and the deep, fucked-out sound of his voice make you shatter above him.
Your head’s pounding so loud, ears ringing so high you can't hear the praise leaving his lips, but you know it's there.
He fights the restraints—the lace tearing slightly.
You smile as you start to grind again, nice and slow, swirling your hips, slick dripping down his big cock, making him suck his teeth.
Garrett’s still twitching underneath you when you finally slow down enough to breathe, his lungs still working hard beneath yours. The lace strains again when he flexes his wrists, biceps swelling, his whole body slick with sweat.
“That was perfect, baby,” he says, still breathless. You laugh softly, brushing damp curls off his forehead. You lean down, kissing his cheek over the bruise, soft and careful.
“You okay?” You ask, assessing the damage.
“M’fine, baby,” Garrett answers immediately, eyes half-lidded as he looks up at you. “And honestly? Worth it.”
“Garrett.”
“What?” A lazy grin tugs at his mouth before he winces at the split lip.
“You didn’t need to do that.”
“Guy spent three periods talking about you like he was gonna be the one here after all this.”
“He’s an idiot,” you whisper.
His eyes flick away for a second before landing back on yours. “Kept acting like he knew you better than me.”
“Baby—”
“I know,” he says quickly. “Just pissed me off.”
“He doesn’t know me better than you.”
Garrett stares up at you for a second. “Finish junior year. One more season,” he murmurs, “and it will be you and me.”
“You’ve really thought this through, huh?” You ask, cheeks burning with your smile, finger tracing absentmindedly on his bare chest.
“Been in love with you for months, baby. Had time,” he hums, leaning in for a kiss, pulling back just out of reach from where he's still bound, chasing it before he lets out a little growl of a breath.
“I love you too,” you coo, and he huffs, rolling his eyes away. Your hand comes up, grabbing his cheeks between them, squeezing just enough to pout his lips. “If I untie you,” you tease softly, “are you gonna behave?”
He takes a moment to think it over. “Probably not.”
“Garrett.”
“What?” He says, a chuckle catching in his throat, eyes warm now. You glance up toward the headboard, finally noticing the pink lace stretched tight between his wrists, strained enough now that you realize that Garrett Graham is only still there because he’s letting himself be. “Kinda getting used to it—”
“You know what?” You murmur, brushing your hands over his chest, fingers straightening his chain on his throat. “You’re right.” Garrett lifts an eyebrow as you speak. “This is exactly where you should be.”
Garrett’s eyes flick toward the stretched lace for half a second before landing back on yours. That cocky, hockey-boy smile spreads on his lips. “Why are you like this, huh?” He asks quietly.
“You’ve been behaving so well for me.”
“You done playin’ coach now?” He asks.
You open your mouth to answer him, but Garrett suddenly plants his feet into the mattress beneath you, muscles tightening hard underneath your hands— SNAP.
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warnings : unprotected , an@l , threesome and.. idk like it’s just pure smut i also apologize if this is really bad i don’t often write smut .
When my boyfriend told me that he wanted to change things in the bedroom I thought he meant a new position or a toy but now I was laying her under garrett as his bestfriend , dean , knelt on the other side of us .
I couldn’t help but enjoy the thrill of them both being here , them both seeing me like this.
All I could hear was heavy breathing against my neck filling my ears as garretts hand moved from my waist to the growing heat between my thighs. His hand was barely moving and yet I was a pathetic mess underneath him , grinding my self against his hand .
The moment I did he stopped , pulling his hand away and looking down at me before turning to the blonde kneeling on the other side of me .
They both grinned at each other and I felt myself clench around empty space as a needy whine escaped my lips .
“aww don’t whine , pretty. You’ll feel so good soon.” Dean leant down to whisper in my ear and then left a trail of wet , hot kisses from my ear to my neck. I could hear rustling coming from where garrett was kneeling , looking over to the sight of him in only boxers and his abs.. fuck those abs.
Dean and him quickly swapped positions as dean now moved to get rid of his clothes aswell .
It only took a few minutes for us all to be bare and now I was laid on the bed with my legs spread and very hungry brunette captain in between them. The moment his mouth touched me my whole body shook , arching off the bed as I gripped Deans hand.
“You’re that good?” Dean asked his bestfriend before moving his head to take one of my rock solid nipples into his mouth , the sound of the sucking of my breasts and the wet slops against my pussy was only adding the warmth in my belly.
Despite my boyfriend big hand gripping onto my thigh my body still found the way to buck up against his face . It only made him chuckle against me. I would have said something , moaned his name but I was cut off as Dean switched from one nipple to giving the same attention to the other.
“come on baby , keep moving . Making yourself come on my face , give it to me.” I heard my boyfriends deep voice come from between my legs , with his words my hips started bucking and grinding more messy and needy , unable to hold back my moans as the filled the bedroom .
“there’s my girl come on , show dean what my girl can do.” He kept saying my girl all night , like even though it was his idea for this situation he still needed to remind dean and maybe himself and I that I was still his . Dean was only fun for one night.
I cried out as my body shook and finally came all over his face . They both stopped moving once I came down , the sound of the pop of my nipple leaving deans mouth making me whine again.
Garrett came back to me , his lips finding mine . Letting taste myself on his mouth as he mumbled sweet words to me , “that was so good baby , such a good girl for me.”
I had no time to reply as garrett lifted me from the bed and moved to lay where I was laying seconds again . He placed me down so I was sat ontop of him . I took a deep breath because I thought he was going to finally start to fuck me but instead he turned to dean.
He just nodded at his bestfriend , dean and him must’ve had some preplanned sign because now dean was knelt between my legs and my eyes couldn’t help but flick down the big hard cock in between his own legs.
I whined again , pathetic.
Dean reached to of his long fingers out to run them across my soaking wet pussy , he removed them before I could really feel pleasure and then shifted so his dick was aligned with me. The moment he pushed the head in my own head fell back against garretts shoulder.
“It’s okay , you can take it.” My boyfriend mumbled as he kissed along my exposed neck.
Dean waited a moment before starting to push more of himself in , filling me just right as my walls fluttered to give him access.
“Holy fuck.” He mumbled as I moaned at the feel of him .
When he started to rock his hips , hitting deep inside me with every stroke I gripped onto garretts arm , my eye screwed shut as I got hit with waves of pleasure .
“Look at you , taking his dick so well.” Garrett mumbled again , “gonna fill you up even more baby , you okay with that?”
My cheeks with pink with excitement as I nodded , too dazed to actually reply . I knew what he meant , we had talked about it a few times but never actually tried it.
He lifted me up by my hips slightly which meant the way dean was filling up my cunt suddenly felt so much more . I whimpered , my hands gripping deans shoulder as I felt my boyfriend line his rock hard dick up with my ass.
“If it hurts let me know , baby.” Garrett told me before pushing the head of his cock into my ass.
“Oh my god !” I cried but it wasn’t pain , it stung for a few seconds but fuck it felt so good.
Garrett still had his hand on my hips , using this to pick me up and then set my back down . Meaning the both him and his blonde bestfriend were hitting deep inside of me at the same time .
A string of curses and moans left my mouth as my head fell forward against deans chest.
I could barely hear the boys curses and grunts as they moved inside of me due to my own noises that I wasn’t even bothering to muffle anymore .
High pitched whines and moans kept escaping my throat as they kept moving at a delicious pace.
I always thought it was impossible for a guy to feel so good but now I had two very good examples of how good this felt.
I felt the coil in my belly start to build again as garrett reached around my waist to circle my clit but he stopped and pulled back as dean took over.
“Oh dean !” I cried , my head still against his shoulder .
“I know , i know . Me too , pretty.”
“Fuck.. oh my god i’m gonna come again.” I cried , her hands squeezing tighter on deans shoulder .
“There you go , come all over his cock.” I heard garrett say between grunts and deep breaths.
Garretts filthy words in my ear were only doing more to bring my closer to my edge and then as dean kept adding pressure and touch to my clit my thighs shook and the walls of my pussy clenched around his cock when I cried as I came again.
I was recovering from it as they both kept having me bounce on them both and a few seconds later I felt two warm hits of cum fill me up .
All three of us sat still for a moment , catching our breaths and then they both pulled out slowly . The loss of contact making my face fall .
A few minutes later we were all laid down on garretts bed , his arm resting against my waist as his face was nuzzled into my neck and his big blonde bestfriend was panting beside me.
I wasn’t sure of garrett was going to let this happen again but god i could only hope.
It had only been a few weeks since I met Katie Wilmot and I latched onto her .
I seriously wouldn’t leave her alone . She didn’t seem to be that annoyed by it however because when I came up to her at the end of a class or slot in beside her during lunch she never told me to leave . Instead , she did a tiny smile that I had gotten used to and let me talk her ear off .
I also found myself helping her out more . It was like I wanted to be the one she turned to when she needed something . Even when it was tiny things like the time i followed her to the library and leaned over her to grab the book she just couldn’t reach . I heard her breath hitch that day and as per usual her cheeks went bright red .
I liked getting that reaction from her and it worked out well because when I helped her out i felt all big and useful so when she needed anything I was the one to do it .
If she forgot a fork with her school lunch? i went to get it.
If she missed a few notes during a super fast class? I gave them to her because now i was the one focusing really hard so I could help her when it was needed .
It was so unlike me . I was used to parties most nights and constantly smelling like beer or the scent of a girl perfume that had been hanging off my arm all night but i wasn’t doing that as often lately .
It really became apparent to me the other night when I choose to spend my saturday night at the library with katie as she studied for a biology test , i had my chin in my hand and I kept dozing off only to open my eyes and smile slightly at the sight of the curly haired doll infront of me .
My friends noticed it too . Gibs was nearly appalled when I told him i wasn’t going to party that night because I was busy and after some nonstop pestering i had to tell him it was with katie .
He then continued to call me lover boy and whipped for 15 minutes but I tuned it out .
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That’s what had been happening to lead up to this current situation. I was at the bookstore with Katie .
The fucking bookstore .
I had never been in a place like this but she fit right in , she had one wired headphone in and one dangling so she could still hear me if I spoke . Her words not mind .
She was browsing in almost every section , a little smile decorating her face when she would pick up a book a read the blurb before putting it in the black basket hanging from arms .
We had been looking around for what felt like an hour . It was an hour of her stopping to show me a book , tell me what she liked about it and then walking on .
I felt like a puppy just walking around after her but where ever that head of orange curls went I wanted to follow .
She finally stopped and turned around to look up at me , her green eyes met mine and her freckles were glowing under the lighting of the shop .
“Okay im done.” Her delicate voice told me.
I nodded , turning and walking over to the till , standing beside katie as she handed all the books over and then not wasting a moment before pulling my wallet out as the cashier totalled up the cost .
“That’ll be 134 euros.” The lady at the till told katie but I intercepted and hand over my card before katie could pull her purse from the bag she was currently looking through .
She looked up at me as I handed over the card , her eyebrows furrowing in confusion but i didn’t say anything and I didn’t let her either .
“Pat-“ She started to say .
“Nope.” i shook my head and let the lady run my card through .
Once the books were placed into a few bags I took them all and walked out of the shop , opening the door with my foot .
When we got outside Katie grabbed my arm , the touching send warm hot electric up my arm .
“Why did you do that?” She said quietly .
“I wanted to.” I shrugged like it was so simple but for me it really was .
“I can pay for my own things.”
“I know , i just wanted to do that for you.”
Her mouth parted slightly as she took a little breath at my words and I saw a flicker of hesitation flash across her green eyes .
She looked down for a moment before using her tippy toes to smack a kiss onto my cheek .
It made me smile down at her when she pulled back .
“What was that for?”
“You’ve been helping me so much lately.” She said quickly , her cheeks going pink once again .
“You mean i’ve been being your friend lately?”
“Sure.” She nearly whispered .
“Katie?”
“Yeah?”
“I think i deserve more for the help i do.” I said teasingly , my lips forming to flash a cheesy smile at her .
“What-“ She went to ask me a stupid question but I quickly set the bags of books down and pulled her out of the door way of the book shop before pressing my lips against her pink ones .
She gasped against my mouth as my hands came up to hold her pale face gently .
Everything about her made me want to be gentle . With the others I had kissed I would grip their waists or plant a hand on their thigh but for some reason Katie Wilmot had my hands holding her face like it was something delicate as my lips kissed hers .
I pulled back to look at the girl infront of me . She looked dazed slightly , her lips wet and her whole face a scarlett colour .
“What was that for?” She repeated my question from earlier .
I shrugged once again , “Was just helping a pretty girl get kissed.”
There was only one thing I hated more than birds. ( the scariest creature ever ! and totally capable of a human take over btw !! aoife doesn’t listen to me when i say that ) Anyways , the only thing I hate more than birds is my cheeks .
They were so embarrassing, it was clear to anyone who spoke to me how I was feeling because my cheeks would flush bright red and my whole body would go hot . You would think i’ve never even spoken to a person before .
Thats why everytime Patrick Feely spoke to me from across the table he had claimed after coming with me to the library . Well he didn’t really come with me , I said I was going and then he just decided to invite himself and I was too awkward to say no .
So everytime he tried to spark up a conversation I nearly jumped , it was humiliating but he didn’t laugh . He acted like he didn’t notice and continued to speak even though I could feel my face heating up so I knew he could see the rush of pink that would go through my face everytime he asked me a simple question .
I was doing better than usual however because I managed to reply to his questions with little stuttering or quiet mumbling , my nan used to tell me that when I got shy I would mumble so no one heard me , i’ve been working on it .
“So you read a lot?” He nodded his head towards my slightly open bag that two books in it .
I quickly closed the bag . See the thing was I loved a good classic book or something really powerful but I also loved something cheesy or a bit different but I didn’t want this boy who I barely knew to think I read stuff like that . Not that it was a bad thing , I loved those books I would just prefer not to speak about such books with this brown haired boy currently staring at me .
“Mhm , I read”
“What are you reading?”
“Yeah? What are you reading?”
I paused for a moment , racking my brain for a good book to say . Something he would know…
“Pride and prejudice.” I finally came out with .
Oh that was so stupid .
“Really? Pride and prejudice? That’s why the cover was bright pink with little love hearts and doodles all over it?”
I nearly bashed my head against the table with embarrassment.
“Mhm , special addition.” I continued to lie .
“Ahh right” He nodded , his lips turning upwards into a small smile , he knew it was Pride and prejudice but he shut his mouth and went back to whatever homework he was doing before.
You know that thing people say that when you see someone once then they start showing up everywhere? Well that shit is so true .
After the party on friday I had seen that ginger haired girl all over school , in classes I didn’t even know we had to together and then my eyes spotted her first everytime I would walk into the court yard .
It was so strange , I had heard very little about Katie Wilmot before meeting her and everything I heard was the same thing basically ,
“She’s so quiet.”
“She doesn’t really speak to anyone.”
“She’s just shy.”
It was safe to say that if I wanted to get to know the girl it would be quite the challenge and my “reputation” (stupid word) would make it even harder because for some reason I had been given the title fuck boy but i really wasn’t . I mean , I wasn’t a safe but they said the term fuckboy like i was just sleeping with everyone .
I wasn’t .
I had left class after wednesday last period , stupidly I had my face stuck in my phone when I collided with something that hit my chest .
I looked down to see a head of auburn curls , the girl stepped back and looked up at me .
Those green eyes again , big round green eyes that were so full of warmth it was… okay it was katie . Katie has bumped into me .
“Shite , sorry Katie.” I started to say but she just shook her head , her cheeks going bright red . I had noticed the other night that she got flushed very easily , even in the dark lighting of the room her cheeks were still very noticeably pink .
“It’s okay.” she mumbled quietly . It looked like she was trying to hide her face from me , maybe she knew about the whole “flushed at the sound of anyone else’s voice” thing she had going on .
She didn’t say anything else and just walked past me , her curls brushing my arm as she went past . I turned to look at her walking away .
“Oi ! Katie wait up.” I shouted after her , not having to walk far to catch up with her .
She didn’t look at me as I approached her again , her eyes glued to her shoes . Still hiding her pink cheeks from me .
“What class are you off to?” I asked her like I would ask anyone , it was a normal question and still it made the green eyed girl jump infront of me.
“Uh i.. i don’t have class . I’m going to the library.” She told me , letting me know that she was one of those girls who didn’t actually use their free periods as free time , she used it as study time.
I just nodded , starting to walk and then turning to look back at her because she was literally just standing still .
“Come on.” i smiled at her , I went to use my hand to call her to come but I decided against it , “im going to the library too.”
Her eyebrows furrowed with confusion but she didn’t say anything . She readjusted her brown backpack on her shoulder and followed after me , her plaid skirt shifting slightly as she walked .
Atleast she was listening to me , it might not be hard to get to know her if she was so willing to let me go to places like the library with her .
♡ assistant katie who is the background vocals in all of patrick's songs. When people hear her they start to ask who it is and beg for her to release her own music.
♡ singer patrick who will always start his songs for katie with this one is for you or soemthing sweet so that it’s a moment just for him on stage and her in the crowd .
♡ assistant katie who works her hardest on patrick’s concepts , she loves trying new things and trying to get him to expand his horizons because she knows he probably won’t say no to her anyways .
♡ singer patrick who had his first album cover as just katie’s kiss mark , he wanted it to be plain and bold . Something that immediately showed his devotion to her .
♡ singer patrick who always had katie as the female role in his music videos . When they tried to get another girl casted for the music video he refused , demanding it be katie or he wasn’t doing it .
﹟ 🎶◞ THE AWKWARD GIRL FROM CLASS MEETING MR HEARTBREAKER .
♡ frat boy patrick who has the bad reputation of being a fuck boy but he really isn’t . It’s his persona to everyone , he finds no pleasure in it . It’s a distraction from him .
♡ shy katie who attended her first party only because of her best friend aoife dragging her along , getting her ready and picking her outfit . The whole night katie felt out of face and her cheeks flushed pink everytime someone tried to speak to her.. let alone flirt .
♡ frat boy patrick who noticed her immediately. Maybe it was because she didn’t fit in but it was like the moment he spotted the curly haired girl he couldn’t stop looking . He was asking people all night what her name was but he no one knew .
♡ frat boy patrick who sat right beside katie the next morning at a lecture , trying to talk to her but with katie’s pink cheeks and tiny stutters all she could manage was one word answers but it only intrigued patrick more .
If I had known that this party was going to be so loud I would have stayed home .
I actually would’ve stayed home even if it was quiet because it would still have been a party . The only reason I was here tonight with my hair curled and a green dress draped over me that Aoife has found was because she had forced me to come .
I hated parties , I hated big crowds of people and lots of noise but I also couldn’t say no to my bestfriend so I sat like her doll and let her get me ready in her very pink dorm .
Very pink . Pink fluffy pillows and blankets , pink curtains and pink posters of pop stars . It was pink.
Anyways , I let her doll me up and drag me to this party . It was one of those really basic frat parties , boys drinking and girls giggling and dancing . Like the stuff in movies and I knew I didn’t fit in , i was an outsider to this whole thing . I didn’t drink , I had a bottle of water in my hands and I didn’t dance , I was stood observing from the wall .
I was so stuck in my thoughts that when a brunette boy wearing one of those popular polo shirts that everyone wore , and I mean EVERYONE , came over to me I didn’t even notice until he spoke and the scare of his voice hitting my ears made my head shoot up to look at him , my eyes meeting his blue ones .
“Sorry , didn’t mean to scare ya” He laughed at me , making my pale cheeks heat up and I knew my face was now growing red infront of him.
“It’s okay , I was stuck in my thoughts , sorry.” I was shocked I even managed to get that sentence out without stumbling over all my words .
“You’re all good , pretty girl.” He smiled at me , the compliment falling so easily from his lips had me feeling all shy but also kinda grossed out because it was clear then he had used these lines on girls before .
“I’m Patrick.” He continued to tell me , his blue eyes then looked over me , stopping at my dress for a moment before coming back up to my face , “and you are?”
“Katie” I squeaked out , i wanted to cry at how much the simple task of me telling my name had me speaking like a mouse .
“I don’t think i’ve seen you around Katie . You been hiding?”
“I’m not really a partyer… party person? party girl..? ok sorry” I shook my head , my hands fidgeting infront of me .
“Well katie I think it would be a good idea to become a partyer like you said because I think I would like to see you around more often.” He said , he said it so smoothly . Like he had a degree in this whole ‘flirting with girls thing’.
“Uh I don’t-“ I went to tell him how I didn’t think that was a good idea but he just flashed me a smile and left , holding his beer up to me like some weird kinda of goodbye before disappearing into the sea of dancing bodies .
For the rest of the night I was left with a face so red it blended in with my hair and a heart beat so fast I could nearly see it thumping against my chest .
It embarrassed me how easily I got flustered , how any compliment or kind of ‘flirting’ had me unable to form a sentence .
But for some really weird reason the idea of coming to more parties just to see Patrick sounded… fine .
﹟ 🎶◞ ACADEMIC RIVALS WHO ARE CONSTANTLY COMPETING IN MUSIC STUDIES.
♡ patrick feely who will tug on katie’s hair during the instructions for the next task so she won’t know what’s happening and then have to ask him for help .
♡ katie wilmot who finds humour in writing songs that would anger patrick , during a partner task she wrote each lyric as a dig at him , performing it to him and watching his cheeks get red with anger or embarrassment.. or something else she couldn’t figure out .
♡ patrick feely who will text katie after school asking what the homework was even though he had already done it , finding it as an excuse to text her and annoy her .
♡ katie wilmot who does everything intentionally. If she plays a song for anyone she wants them to hear it . Wants them to focus in on the lyrics of the song and have them feel what she feels through the artists sweet song .
♡ patrick feely who can’t write a song without the lyrics leading back to Katie , even when he’s mad at her for getting just one mark higher in the performance his pen still betrays him but filling the page with careful lyrics about the ginger girl playing piano next door .
♡ katie wilmot who is always listenting . Whilst the other students avoid listening to everyone else’s music Katie always finds herself standing out the practice room . Letting herself hear how patrick’s guitar strings create beautiful sounds , trying to hear the lyrics he would mutter under her breath but never can .
♡ patrick feely who stays up late working on his songs and chords only to mess them all up when he sees katie sitting across the room at her piano , her auburn curls falling down her shoulders .
When the sun has finally set and I pulled my car to a stop outside Katie’s house I very carefully climbed up the side of her grandparents house , going through the window to her bedroom that had the window facing the side of the house .
I stopped at the sight of the ginger girl on her knees , tears streaming down her eyes as her hands came to a prayer action infront of her chest .
That was the only place Katie and I fell differently . She believed . She prayed to God and kept herself in line so she would be blessed , that what she told me .
But I wasn’t . I couldn’t believe , I understood why some people did , it was almost beautiful the way Katie spoke about it but so much bad stuff had happened around me that trying to believe their was a greater good up there that was taking care of us became harder to believe everyday .
“Katie? Baby what’s wrong?” I whispered as I crouched down beside my girlfriend’s trembling body .
She jumped at the sound of my voice , snapping her head up to me and I was greeted with the sight of her green eyes now bloodshot red , clearly she had been crying for a while .
“Don’t cry , why are you crying?” I whispered again , my thumbs going to her cheeks and wiping the little glistening tears from her face .
“I keep praying , Pat . I want to get better , I want to be heard.” She explained to me through hiccups and sniffles , her head falling onto my chest , her messy curls under my chin as I used my arm to catch her from collapsing as she slouched against me .
It was hard to comfort her about this because she was sad about something I didn’t think was real . She was crying about something I couldn’t understand but I wanted her to stop crying , I wanted her to be happy so I went along with her .
“He can hear you , baby . He’s just taking his time but he’s coming.” I mumbled against her curls that were brushing my chin .
“You really think so?” Her tiny voice came out .
“Yeah , he’d be an idiot if he didn’t listen to you . Everyone should listen to you.”
She let out a sad little laugh at that .
“Katie , if it’s meant to be then it will be . Maybe your prayers sometimes aren’t heard because you’re being protected.” I offered her , trying my best to make light of the situation .
“That’s what Nana says.”
“Your Nanas a smart lady then.”
She just sniffled , hiding her little crying face deeper into my chest , her hands coming to cling onto my shirt .
After a while her breathing evened out , letting me know she had fallen asleep so I carefully shifted us from her bedroom floor to the little white bed she had in the corner of her room .
When I stood up from setting her down on the bed my eyes zeroed in the way her hand was clutching into the silver cross that lay between her collarbones , the necklace I had never seen her taken off .
I just sighed , moving to lay beside her and closing my eyes , trying to block out the sight of her crying earlier because at the end of the day I would never understand it , she could feel this sadness forever and I wouldn’t be able to understand why .
