I walked up the gravel path of the neighbours’ house, taking in the appearance of their front garden while walking to the red front door. My finger punched in the doorbell, which rang immediately the second pressure was applied. Madison, the mother of the kid I had to watch, opened with a smile. She seemed in a hurry.
“[Y/N]! I’m so glad you’re here. The appointment is brought forward, so I’m already running out of time. Oliver is playing with his blocks in the living room while watching some Nickelodeon. I hope he won’t be a burden.” She said and scanned her face in the mirror real quick before shaking her hair into volume. Oliver, her son of 6, is a small boy I regularly babysit because she has a busy job. I never met the father of the child, so I assumed that they broke up. What I did know was that she had a second son, Harry, but he’s much older and a kind of troublemaker in the neighbourhood.
“He won’t, I’m sure.” I smiled politely and hung my coat on the coat rack. Madison smiled grabbed her own coat and headed to the door.
“Thank you for babysitting tonight, [Y/N]. I’ll be home around twelve and will pay you as soon as I’m home.” She breathed, now noticeably becoming nervous. I waved it off.
“No worries. See you later.” I said and she gave me one thankful nod before rushing out of the door. Silently, I strolled over to the living room, where I found Oliver on the ground, building small buildings with his blocks. He smiled when he noticed me.
“[Y/N]!” He squealed, got up and hugged my leg tightly while smiling, knowing that he’d go to bed a little later than normally, because that was something we always did behind his mother’s back. And he knows he gets a cookie and will play games with me all night. Kids don’t forget that easily.
“Hi, buddy! Were you enjoying yourself there?” I asked and pressed a kiss on his forehead while he nodded with a smile, pointing at the blocks he placed on top of each other. When I put him back down and released him, he ran back to where he sat before and continued playing. Smiling, I followed and sat down on my knees.
“So…what are you building, then?” I asked him as he placed all kinds of multicoloured, plastic blocks on top of others. It looked like nothing but a little imagination did the trick.
“A castle.” He smiled and I grinned. Oliver happily continued placing blocks all around.
“Can I help?” I questioned, and his green-blue eyes found mine, sparkling when they did so. He nodded his head but stayed silent to my surprise. Silently, with the TV on the background, we continued building something that didn’t look anything like a castle. Not even near. But none of us cared, honestly.
After at least half an hour later, when the sky had turned dusk because the sun was setting, the front door opened. For a moment I thought it was Madison because maybe she had forgotten something or the appointment got cancelled, but a male walking in proved me otherwise.
He slammed the door shut and sighed, throwing his backpack in the corner of the hallway, where it slumped against the wall and then fell down. If he did that often, I was almost sure that the books, or at least that was what I thought it contained, would give in and break.
After he kicked off his shoes, he walked into the living room with his hand ruffling through his hair. He seemed frustrated and I guessed that was because of a rough school day. When his green eyes fell on mine they grew in surprise. He probably didn’t expect me here.
“Hi.” I smiled, and looked him up and down, happy to see him. For so long, I didn’t even how long, I’ve been crushing on this boy, but I never really came out to him to tell him how I feel. Even though I’m brave (most of the times), I didn’t dare to tell him.
“Hey,” He scanned his eyes as well and kept a too long stare on me before grinning and walking to the kitchen, leaving me speechless with his little brother. Swallowing, I returned to play with Oliver, who let out an angry wail because his tower fell over. He started to build up again.
“You wanna drink something?” Harry asked from the kitchen and I immediately stood up, leaving the little Oliver alone for a few seconds to create his castle. Strolling to the kitchen, I found Harry at the fridge, trying to find something to drink for us.
“Coke is fine.” I answered and he jumped for a moment because he didn’t notice me coming to the kitchen. He pulled away from the fridge.
“Go grab the bottle for me.” He grinned and gestured to the door. I cocked my eyebrow because he only had out to reach his arm and grab the bottle, but did it anyway and bend over to pull it out of the door shelf.
I could feel him standing behind me real close, so close that I could feel him breathing against my ear, leaving shivers running down my spine. Oddly, I felt turned on because of him doing that. Seconds later I felt his hands brush over my bum, what made me stiffen up. Pulling back, I handed him over to the bottle, almost out of breath.
“So obedient.” He smirked and took distance from me, just to grab some glasses to pour the coke in. I swallowed and just stood there, watching him closely. He had that grin on his face while he poured in our drinks, which didn’t mean much good, that was clear.
I awkwardly turned to the living room, which I could see from the kitchen, to make sure Oliver was doing alright. Harry turned up behind me and held out my glass of coke.
“Here, darling.” He grinned and gave me the drink while I awkwardly accepted it and sipped while watching Oliver. I didn’t dare to look at him again. The tension between us was too much for me to handle.
“I like the way you dress yourself.” He suddenly said, and I could feel his hand brushing on my side to my hip, what made me freeze almost immediately. When his mother was here, Harry never showed me these kind of things, he only looked at me. A lot. Now that his mother isn’t home, he’s like a released animal on me.
“Why?” I fought the tendency to look away from Oliver. I didn’t want to give in to Harry.
“Because you dress like a good girl.” He whispered in my ear and could feel his lips brushing against it, leaving tingles.
“I like good girls. Do you know why?” He asked me and I could feel his hand moving on my body again, slightly pulling at my white blouse, which was tucked into my skirt. I bit my lip and shook my head no, not trusting my voice anymore.
“Because good girls are so much better than bad girls. They seem good, kept-to-the-rules, but underneath that layer is a whole different girl. A not-so-good-girl, and that’s exactly what I’m looking for.” Harry breathed in my ear and I could feel myself getting wet from his touch and his whispering, knowing that he had me just in the palm of his hand.
“So, tell me, [Y/N], are you the same?” He asked lowly and I turned around because I couldn’t take the tension anymore. I placed my glass on the nearest counter and pulled him closer, so close that our lips brushed.
“You might want to find out, if that’s what you want.” I grinned, feeling that layer he talked about come to the surface, what turned me into a whole different person. I forgot about Oliver, who was still playing with his toys, and completely turned myself to his older brother.
Harry didn’t say anything but smashed our lips together instead for a hot, passionate kiss, which involved tongues almost right away. He’s being eager and couldn’t leave it to slip his educated tongue into my mouth to play with mine. His hands were all over my body in no-time, what made me groan into the kiss.
I cupped his jaw with one hand and grabbed a hold of his long, curly hair with the other and moaned, feeling tingles shooting down to my cunt, which began to drip in my panties, soaking the material. But I wasn’t the only one getting turned on because a bulge in Harry’s tight jeans began to appear as well, the outlines of his cock visible.
His hands moved to my breasts, and he began to unbutton a few buttons of my white blouse, so he could get access to my bra, which didn’t had straps; a strapless bra for underneath my white shirt. Harry noticed this because he didn’t feel them on my shoulders during kissing and reached into my blouse to unlock it on my back. When it came off, he threw it on the kitchen floor. But he never removed my blouse. I guess he liked to see tits jiggling in an unbuttoned blouse.
He rubbed over my hardened nipples and groaned when he could feel my hands on his body, slowly dropping to his hard cock in his pants. The closer I got, the more whinier he became and began to buck his hips into me. Then, Harry pulled away from the kiss, panting and licking a bit of our mixed saliva from his lips.
“You make me starve.” Harry groaned, and pushed me up against the counter, where he rolled his hips into me, rubbing himself against my leg - humping it.
“Is that so?” I grinned and bit my lip, what made his green irises darken even more. Harry moaned and brought his hand underneath my skirt to feel my wet panties.
“Yeah, I want to eat your pussy.” He growled in my ear and lifted me up to carry me to the living room. I didn’t know what the hell he was doing until he threw me on the couch next to Oliver, who was still happily playing but now with fire trucks and police cars.
With wide eyes I looked at Harry, who spread my legs for me and grabbed my panties, pulling them down to my ankles immediately. With my soaking pussy, I laid on the couch, while Oliver was merely five steps away from us.
“Are we seriously going to fuck here?” I asked in disbelief, and Harry grinned widely, almost devilishly.
“Yeah, I want to fuck right in front of my little brother. I want him to watch us fuck each other. It makes everything more exciting when someone watches.” He said, and squeezed his cock over his trousers, feeling extremely horny now that he knows he’s going to get a cunt to fuck tonight.
“Won’t he tell?” I asked him but Harry shrugged his shoulders.
“He’s too young to understand what fucking is and is busy with his stupid toys, anyway.” Harry grinned and rolled up my skirt to my stomach, so it wouldn’t be in his way anymore. Eagerly, he licked his lips at my dripping wet cunt and spread my legs even more so he could reach me just fine.
Harry didn’t waste any time and lowered his face between my legs to lick my dripping pussy, what made me moan out. His tongue flicked around my dripping wet hole and took in as much of the juices as he could before lowered his tongue to my ass and licked it, earning cries from me. When he knew he had gotten the dripped down juices, he returned to my pussy and began to suck on my swollen clit, giving it the attention it wanted.
“Such a sweet cunt. So tasteful. Tasty little pussy.” He moaned and continued licking. I rolled my eyes back for a moment and arched my back in bliss. His tongue flicking over my clit felt heavenly and it only made my cunt wetter and wetter, eager for his cock to fuck me.
“Harry, what are you doing?” Oliver suddenly asked, when he probably got distracted by us from the moaning he heard.
“Eating [Y/N]’s pussy. Go play with your toys.” Harry murmured back to him while eating my pussy, what sent vibrations down on my eager little clit. I moaned and gave Oliver a look, who was looking at me weirdly. He didn’t understand what we were doing.
“How does that feel, huh, having a guy to please your cunt on full display while a kid is watching you?” Harry groaned and brought his fingers to the entrance of my pussy, which he teased for a moment before he sunk two fingers in at once to finger me while he ate me out.
“Fucking good,” I moaned loudly, and arched my back while Harry kept licking my horny, swollen clit, fingering my wet cunt at the same time. He curled his fingers inside me, searching for my G-spot to touch. When he sunk his slender fingers deeper inside between my dripping, cock-craving pussy walls he found the right spot to make me cry out.
“Do you like that, baby, does that feel good to have my fingers inside that pussy of yours and my tongue fucking your clit? Is that what you want to feel?” He growled at me and began to finger me hard, touching my G-spot repeatedly. I gasped for air while the pleasure began to run through my veins even harder and I could feel a knot forming in my lower stomach quicker than I’ve ever experienced.
“Harry!” I screamed and released, pleasure washing over me like it has never done before. I had never released this quick and this hard, no matter what I had done and he made feel like I had never felt before.
My body started shaking and spasming and a wave of joy made me giggle while I laid there, jerking on the leather couch with his face still buried between my legs. He slowly pulled away, his face dripping.
“That’s what I wanted to see: you squirting for me.” He grinned and wiped off his face with his white T-shirt before he crashed our lips back on top of mine again, kissing me lustfully. I cupped his jaws and pulled him in while I wrapped my legs around him to pull him close.
I could taste myself on his tongue, and he let the flavour linger on mine, what got me moaning. Harry squeezed my tits and kissed to my neck, where he sucked a hickey - visible for everyone. I continued moaning, what caught Oliver’s attention. He kept glancing to me.
“Are you okay, [Y/N]?” He asked with a more higher voice, what was actually the cutest thing ever. I gave him a smile and nodded my head. Harry, in the meantime, pulled away and unbuckled his belt, only to continue to his button, almost ripping his pants open in impatience.
“I’m fine, baby.” I smiled and he smiled back before he continued playing with his cars, while Harry pulled down his pants and underwear, revealing his big, hard cock to me. The size intimidated me for a moment but I told myself not to let it scare me. It was going to pleasure me after all, when it’s buried deep inside my soaking cunt.
“Suck on my cock, my sweet [Y/N].” Harry grinned and laid down on to get comfy while he pulled me up doing so. His hard cock rested on his lower stomach, twitching when he noticed I came close. With a grin on my face, I licked from his swollen balls to the tip of his cock, licking the base. Harry groaned pleased and watched my actions with dark green eyes.
He was so hard that the veins were visible on the base of his cock, throbbing with need of pleasure. And I was honoured to give him just that. I continued licking his cock and grabbed a gentle hold of his balls to squeeze and massage softly while I licked to the tip again, took the drops of pre-cum and then took him into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down.
Harry moaned out loudly and smiled while his head fell back on the arm rest of the couch, supporting him. One of his hand quickly found a purchase on my hair to hold and helped me bobbing up and down his cock with a steady pace. My tongue swirled around his cock while I bobbed up and down and could feel him sliding deeper and deeper towards my throat, causing me to gag.
“Good girl. Suck my cock.” Harry cried out in pleasure and caressed my cheek with the back of his hand for a moment before he helped me moving my head up and down again by holding a grip on my hair. I hollowed my cheeks even more and kept sucking to give him the pleasure he gave me. But I wouldn’t want him to cum yet, so I didn’t suck as hard as I could to draw his cum up.
“Are you watching, Oliver? In a few years you’ll have a girl sucking on your cock as well when mum is not home.” Harry moaned and I glanced at Oliver, who was watching us. He still didn’t understand why we were moaning so much. Normally this never happened.
“Harry, why is [Y/N] putting your willy in her mouth?” Oliver asked cluelessly as he watched me sucking off his brother in front of him. His mother should have known what we were doing here. She would have killed me for sure.
“Because she is sucking me off, Oliver. We’re fucking.” Harry moaned while he slowly began to buck his hips into my mouth to fuck it. I hummed to send vibrations down his dick, earning cries in pleasure from him.
“What’s that?” The little boy then curiously asked while he watched, holding the fire truck in his hand.
“You’ll see.” Harry smirked and pulled me off his cock, pressing a kiss on my lips immediately. His kisses felt good and hot at the same time, leaving my lips and cunt tingling. He pushed me back and hovered above me, smiling. I grinned and pulled off his shirt just before he angled himself at my cunt and shoved himself in without any warning, what made me gasp.
“Jesus Christ, you’re drenched.” Harry groaned and couldn’t hold himself back from thrusting immediately, fucking his cock inside my dripping cunt. Juices were being squeezed out of me while he rammed himself inside of me, holding a tight grip on my body with one hand while he held onto the couch with the other so he could hold us balanced and comfortable.
“Horny, baby? Your cunt is so wet that juices are running down to your ass with every thrust I give to you.” He panted and grinned, smashing our lips together again. Our tongues met, what sent tingles down to my cunt again, only making me wetter. Automatically, my hips began to buck into his to drive his cock deeper and harder into me.
“Fuck me,” I breathed and he growled before sped up his movements and drove his cock harder into me, pelvises crashing together, bodies brushing. The sound of slapping skin began to get louder and louder in the living room, completely covering the small sounds Oliver made while he played with his fire truck and police car, making his own siren sounds.
“You feel so good around my cock. Fuck,” Harry moaned out and bit on my lip while ramming himself inside of me as hard as he could, driving himself deeper and deeper. I gasped and cried out his name, feeling extremely good with his cock inside of me to fuck my walls.
“Your big cock feels so good inside of me, Harry. Please don’t stop,” I groaned and fucked myself back on top of his hard cock, hips meeting. Grinning, Harry rolled us over, so I sat on top of him.
“Ride my cock, do it for me. Show Oliver how good you can make a man feel.” Harry said and grinned cheekily, what made me grin. I began to bounce on him, riding his cock hard. The rubbing of his cock against my pussy walls made my head fall back while humping him hard, hands placed on his sweaty, inked chest.
“Fuck my cock, c'mon, [Y/N]. Fuck the life out of me.” Harry moaned and thrusted up into me while I fucked him hard, wanting nothing more but to fuck us both to that beloved edge. Oliver looked up again and stood up, walking to us with a smile on his face.
“Look, [Y/N]! Mummy gave this to me. It’s a fire truck!” He said enthusiastically, smiling brightly. I moaned and smiled at him while riding his brother’s cock in front of him, and brushed his hair from his cute, little face.
“That’s such a cool toy, sweetie. It’s beautiful.” I said and moaned again when Harry’s cock reached a spot deep inside of me, making me moan. Harry, who grinned at me from ear to ear, grabbed my hips and began to slam his hips with speed into mine, ramming his cock deep inside.
“Fuck, Harry!” I cried out and kept enjoying the feeling of his cock inside of my pussy to fuck me.
“[Y/N], will you come play with me and my toys?” Oliver, who stood next to us in silence, asked me. I shot Harry a glance, who smiled at me. He nodded.
“Go, [Y/N], play with my little brother. On hands and knees. Big brother wants to play with you, too.” Harry grinned and helped me off his cock, lifting me up gently. Before I was allowed to walk, he pressed a kiss on my lips, what took me aback for a moment. I never expected him to kiss me at that time.
When Harry gave my bum a small tap, he cocked his head to Oliver, who had returned to the place he sat before to play with his toys. Listening to Harry, I got on all fours and tried my best to play with Oliver and his toys while I felt Harry getting down on his knees behind me.
“Good girl, play with my little bro and his toys. I’ll play with your pussy.” Harry said huskily and I felt his tongue on me right after, what made my teeth sink down into my bottom lip. His wet, skilled tongue ran over my dripping pussy, up to my ass before he pulled away and grabbed his hard, soaked-in-juices cock in his hand and slid it back inside of me.
“Oh, fuck, yes.” Harry moaned when he could feel my pussy around his dick again and began to thrust, rocking into me to drive his junk as deep into my wet cave as possible. That caused my body to rock back and forth while I tried my best to play with Oliver and his toys.
While Harry slammed into me over and over again and moaned my name, I played with Oliver’s police car while the little guy pushed the fire truck over the floor, grinning in joy. My eyes rolled back and moans of Harry’s name effortlessly rumbled from my chest as we fucked in front of his little brother.
I couldn’t leave it to release the toy for a moment so I could rub my own clit because the pleasure of Harry’s cock ramming inside of me felt amazing, but I wanted more. I needed to cum as hard as I did before, and I wanted to cum soon - all over his big, fat, horny cock.
“Tsk, Tsk. Playing with my brother’s toys is not playing with your pussy, [Y/N]. Remove your fingers from your clit before I punish you.” He growled in my ear, what only made me hornier. I couldn’t help but to continue rubbing my pussy in front of Oliver, who was watching me and Harry fuck like rabbits.
“I said remove your fingers!” Harry barked and spanked me so hard that a cry rolled over my lips. From the stinging, I removed my fingers from my eager clit, which lacked attention. Oliver continued looking at us fucking and sucked on his thumb.
“Do you see that, Oliver? In a little while you’ll be pushing your cock inside a dripping cunt, too. You’ll be dreaming about pussy, will be watching porn every chance you get to jerk yourself off and you’ll be fucking the hell out of women like they should be fucked at school, public places, at home, somewhere private, wherever you want. Who knows, maybe we’ll have an orgy when you’re grown up.” Harry said to Oliver, who was watching Harry’s cock ramming my soaking pussy. He continued to suck on his thumb.
“And you’ll be having girls to suck on your cock someday, yearning for your cum. Boy, you got to love women. Especially when they’re as beautiful as [Y/N].” He said and continued to pound my dripping cunt with his now swelling cock, which began to twitch and pulse between my pussy walls.
“Get up.” Harry said and pushed me down on the couch as soon as I did, just to crawl back between my legs again. His cock slid back inside of me as he hovered above my body and continued to slam his hips into mine, driving his cock back home. I moaned and spread my legs wide.
“Rub your pussy for me. Rub it like you do when you think of me, because I know you do.” He growled and lowered himself until he could lick my rock hard nipples. Glad to finally rub my clit, I lowered my fingers quickly to the little nub and began to rub like I did at night, when my parents were asleep and I fingered and rubbed myself to the thought of him. He somehow knew I did.
“Good girl, rub your clit for me. Rub it as fast as you can while I fuck your pussy.” Harry moaned and continued to push his cock in and out of me, balls slapping against my ass. I could tell they were heavy and eager to release cum. He moaned and his eyes fell closed to the feeling of tightening in on me because the rubbing began to bring me extremely close to the edge.
“I’m close to cumming, [Y/N],” Harry breathed and continued to ram his cock inside of me, cheeks flushing completely. I began to cry out when a tight knot began to grow bigger and bigger in my lower stomach, just like it did when he fingered and licked my clit in the beginning.
My crying out made clear to him that I wasn’t far from cumming as well and when his eyes fell on my fingers rubbing my pussy, he lost it. Quickly, he pulled out of me and wailed my name loudly while he shot his cum all over my blouse, stomach and chest, eyes rolling back. The sight of his cock cumming and spurting thick, white cum got me cumming as well.
I moaned and arched my back while I came, feeling completely numb and pleasured for a good few seconds. Harry watched me cumming underneath him and moaned at the sight while his limp cock twitched and pulsed a bit more. My pussy clenched and relaxed before my body had its last few jerks and then relaxed, exhausted.
Harry looked me in the eyes and then bend over to kiss me, placing his soft but swollen lips against mine. Our kiss was passionate and sweet, what made a warm feeling in my stomach escape. It were the butterflies. We then slowly pulled away and looked around, only to notice that the living room was full of toys and Oliver was half asleep, sucking on his thumb.
“We might as well clear up before mum comes. I’ll bring him to bed and grab you some clean clothes. Would you clean up the toys for me?” Harry murmured softly with his eyes a little droopy from his high. I nodded and he gave me a kiss again before he grabbed Oliver in his arms.
“C'mon, little guy. Let me bring you to bed.” He murmured and walked upstairs while I began to collect the toys and placed them all in the toy box, so the living room didn’t look like a mess. When that was done, I collected my panties from the kitchen and pulled them on again.
Harry walked in a little later with a T-shirt and sweatpants. He helped me undress and gave me the clothes to put on, which were all comfortable. Harry then shied away from me.
“Will you stay, tonight?” He suddenly asked me while looking at me in a little nervous way. I swallowed and nodded, not really like going home, either. Harry pulled me into a hug.
“We can share my bed and cuddle, if you’d want to. My mum won’t be home till late and I don’t want you to go.” He whispered, what made me smile. Cheeks began to heat up and I cuddled into his chest, where I heard his heart drumming against my ear.
“I would love to.” I whispered and he pulled back a little, just so he could kiss me again in the centre of the kitchen. It could have been from the amazing sex we had, but I felt in love with him. And I hoped he felt the same. Harry grabbed my hand and intertwined fingers before he started walking and turned off the lights.
“Let me take you to bed.” He whispered and pulled me close while walking, taking me to his room. When we reached it, I pulled off the sweatpants he gave me and crawled in, only to have him to follow me. Harry wrapped me into his arms and pressed a kiss on my head, humming. I looked up at him and he smiled before he exchanged a last kiss with me, which was meant as a good night kiss.
“Good night, Harry.” I whispered, and cuddled into his chest. His mother was certainly going to find us like this but I didn’t mind. My mind was too exhausted to worry about such things.
“Good night, princess.” Harry murmured and switched off the lights in his room, leaving us in darkness. I dozed off in his chest, all cuddled in, safe in his arms.
Summary: very cute and very horny firefighter Harry x author wife 🥹
Warnings: unprotected sex, very horny husband and wife, humiliation, all that jazz AND slight voyeurism if you squint!
Wc: 6.4k
The sound of knuckles rapping against her office door pulls Y/n out of her trance. She blinks her eyes after minutes of them sitting unfocused on her white laptop screen full of words she's not sure make any sense to her anymore, or maybe they didn't in the first place.
After another minute she hears the knocking again, rubbing her strained eyes. “Are you in there, baby? Or am I embarrassing myself.” Her husband's voice booms from the other side of the door, he really isn't that loud at all but it's probably because the only sound she has heard for the past couple hours are the sniffles and sobs as she reads her publishers emails she's been avoiding for at least five days.
Y/n clears her throat, standing up. “Yeah, Hi, sorry.” Her voice is barely above a whisper when her husband comes into view. He stands tall above her, his strong arms wrapping around her shoulders. He looks down at her with a large smile carved into his face, pearly whites and dimples only an angel could make.
“How is writing going?” She lets out a puff of air before returning the smile
Y/n is currently working on her second novel after her debut was a big success, catching the attention of readers everywhere on social media; it soon became a number one best seller. Following the success, she's been pulled in every direction and spread too thin as her team pressures her to get this second novel out as soon as possible so she stays relevant and readers stay buzzing about her.
“It's going…” he gives her a soft frown, pressing a gentle kiss to her pouted mouth. “Well, I'm about to head out for work.” She nods, relaxing into his delicate touch as he runs his nose against her brow bone. “So soon?” He huffs a laugh, pulling his arm away from her to look at the watch on his wrist. “Well, considering I'm about to be late…” she grabs his wrist, looking at the time. 11:30, already?!
“Oh my god! I didn't even realize it, sorry I've just been knee deep in emails and I've got about twenty different documents going at a time and-” He cuts her off with a kiss, his big hands coming to cup at her cheeks. Y/n lets out a sigh of satisfaction, sinking into him deeper as her shaky hands come to clutch at his forearms, as if she's pulling him back to stay so they can spend the whole day like this.
He pulls away with reluctance, another laugh leaving his lips as her mouth follows his. “I've got to go fight fires, baby. Kinda my whole job.” She has what feels like a permanent frown on her face, but nods nonetheless. “I'll be back soon, my baby. I love you.” She smiles, watching him slowly back away while he squeezes her hand. “I love you too, H.”
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Y/n sits at her desk, sipping on another random energy drink so she can keep her eyes open to write maybe one sentence that will actually make it into her book.
Her first book came easy. After over a decade of only dreaming of getting a book deal and becoming a huge author it finally came true at twenty six. She wrote the novel about her own life, swapping the names and dramatizing some situations for entertainment- but all in all it was exactly her and Harry's love story. A classic second chance romance, highschool sweethearts who break up during college because long distance is too hard, then once the male main character comes back to town they see each other after two years and instantly fall back in love. Happily ever after and all that.
It's true, for most of her life with Harry it has been a fairytale, and that's exactly why her book has been such a big success. Everyone fell in love with Brooks as she had with Harry. The cute, shy, overly kind, highschooler turned mushy, soft, sexy, firefighter husband was an easy drawn in as readers described it as the “love story of a century”.
She decided not to continue with Brooks and Summer’s love story because it had been told from start to finish, highschool to marriage. Now, she's focused on a new couple, struggling with names at first, now their story, family, their emotional backstories, everything. The only thing she was confidently writing was the cameos from Brooks and Summer since they were all friends in this series she was trying to create.
She's got the names, Ruby and Noah, but she has no clue what the fuck they are doing. She's looking forward to writing about their ski trip, where she's going to make Ruby and Noah hook up after summer's constant nagging that Ruby should give him a try. Enemies to lovers this time around.
She loves writing trips, she's not sure why. Maybe because as her characters have a get away it seems her mind does as well. She gets to pour everything into imagery while she describes the snowy trees and the beautiful big cabin they stay in for a week.
Maybe that's what she needs to crack this writer's block, a nice getaway. But unfortunately, that's not possible with Harry's job right now. They are short staffed on firefighters and even the teen volunteers aren't doing much to compensate for the lack of employment.
Y/n’s head falls back against her chair, groaning and slapping her hand on her keyboard. She looks over at her scribbled notes on the random legal pad she found in her desk drawer. As much as she had planned for this winter getaway, she couldn't find it in herself to write it. She's been painfully getting through writing the drive up to the cabin through the past couple days and she isn't even halfway done.
This particular scene is supposed to be big for Ruby and Noah, Ruby finds out more about Noah's childhood and she begins to feel differently about him. She finally makes sense of why he's so standoffish and reserved, all these years she thought he was just a selfish dick.
Y/n groans, crumbling up the paper and throwing it across the room because she can't bear to look at the plans she so excitedly wrote down a few nights ago when she's now in one of her worst blocks of her writing career. It's worse than when she forgot about a five thousand word essay in college and had to hurry up and write something two hours before due.
“Maybe I'll just take a walk.” She sighs out, lifting from her numb legs and finally exiting her dark office. She pads down the stairs, sliding on shoes and pulling a light coat over her clothes.
Her eyes take a moment to adjust to the sunshine after hours of staring at the artificial blue light her computer gives off. She breathes in the crisp early afternoon air. Hopefully this works.
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The walk didn't help much, it definitely cleared her mind like walks usually do- but that worsened her case if anything because now she can't think of a single thing to write while they drive up to that stupid cabin.
Might as well get some chores out of the way, she thinks, as she fills up a water bottle after living off coffee and energy drinks. She walks out of the kitchen and back up the stairs where she opens the door to her and Harry's bedroom. She opens the closet door, looking at the mound of laundry they both have piled up, better get to it. She groans as she lifts their shared laundry basket, it's overflowing and has now piled onto the floor. Harry helps out as much as he can but with his crazy work schedule and y/n being locked in her office all day they don't get as much done as they would like.
She tosses clothes into the washer, pouring detergent in and closing the lid to start the load. In the meanwhile, she goes back to their room and pulls a big load of clean laundry onto her bed.
She begins folding them and tossing them into piles, one for pajamas, bras, boxers, and so on. She walks to the big closet to grab a stack of hangers, tossing shirts and dresses and pants over the hangers and placing them on the rod one by one.
She shoves her hand onto the dwindling pile of clothes, a lace material rubbing against her finger tips. She pulls at it, revealing the tiny babydoll she had worn for Harry one long night… almost two months ago. She sighs, hanging it up on one of the nicer hangers out of the random collection of mismatched ones they've collected over the years.
She bites her lips, staring at the pretty fabric. Her and Harry both have quite high sex drives, maybe because they are still in the early years of their marriage, maybe that's just how they are despite everyone saying they would get bored of each other especially because they were each other's first everything.
But between them being short staffed and Y/n getting swept up in the marketing and press of her book, they haven't had that much time for each other. She's lucky she has a touchy feely husband, because that's what comforts her. She needs to be in her husband's arms to feel better again. And since it's been so crazy, she hasn't gotten more than a lingering kiss for weeks and weeks.
She hangs the garment back up, ignoring the nagging feeling as she continues her chores.
Once the laundry pile is all folded she switches out the now clean laundry into the dryer and starts another load, plopping on the couch until Harry gets home.
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“I'm home!” Y/n hears Harry shout through the house, perking up and dusting off the t-shirt she has over her little matching bra and panties set. She closes her laptop, she was sitting on the couch, trying to write as a distraction until her husband came home. “Hi,” Harry softly sings, a big cheesy smile on his face as he finally spots his wife after hours of working. She rises, stretching up and wrapping her arms around his neck. He hums, giving her a squeeze and rubbing up and down her back.
“I missed my baby while I was away.” He mumbles, kissing the side of her head over and over. She smiles, inhaling his smoky smell that has grown to be comforting. It's him. A deeply sweet- almost fruity scent mixed with the ash and smoke of fires. “I missed you, H.” She whispers, pulling away and leaning in to kiss him. Her hand rests on his chest, opening her mouth slightly to slide her tongue against his.
She can feel his lips curling into a grin, his hands slide down, lifting her up and into his arms. “You missed me something special, Hm?” She nods then pushes her hands into his hair. “Take me upstairs, H.” He does as told, starting to slowly and carefully walk them toward the staircase.
A ring ruins the moment, making Harry sigh, sitting her down. Y/n sighs, wiping the side of her mouth. “Fuck,” He sighs, shaking his head as he looks down at his phone. “H?” He looks back up, his heart breaking as he looks at his wife. “Baby….” she frowns, trying to push back the urge to cry. “It's work. I'm sorry. I've got to go be a firefighter.” He softly smiles, attempting to lighten the mood.
It doesn't help though. She wraps her arms around herself, feeling stupid and childish that she's so emotional over her husband having to leave her to go fight a fire and potentially save lives. “I'm sorry, baby. I have to go.” His hand pulls away from her, waving before he walks out of the door.
She swallows the lump in her throat, walking up the stairs alone and straight into the bedroom. She pulls off the matching set she wore to surprise Harry, tossing it into the empty laundry basket. She pulls on normal pajamas, just a big shirt and a random pair of pajama shorts before washing her face and brushing her teeth.
She gets in bed, preparing to wait up and make sure Harry is alright before falling asleep.
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Working from home is pretty lonely. Harry can be up and out of the door as early as four in the morning and sometimes gets calls all throughout the night. She got pretty used to being alone once Harry became a firefighter, and she even liked it. Being alone with her thoughts was great for her writing. She reminisced on the early days of her relationship, laughing at all the awkward stages and feeling emotional at how far they've come from the goofy teenagers they once were.
“I'm writing as fast as I can! It's not going to be good if it's not organic.” Y/n stresses over the phone, trying to push down the lump in her throat that strains her words. “Yes, Y/n, but we need to get a publish date on this book and get the ball rolling.” She groans, feeling tempted to throw her phone next to the discarded ball of paper from yesterday- but she knows that's a bit dramatic.
She hangs up, too frustrated to talk- or think about this goddamn book. She needs her husband, she needs his touch. A hug, a kiss, anything from him right now would ease her anxiety.
Time to start stress baking.
For as long as she can remember baking has been an outlet for Y/n- she's not sure why. Taking the horrible thoughts of the day and the physical anxiety and turning it into something yummy that puts a smile on everyone's face was fulfilling. She even put her own little recipes at the end of each chapter dependent on whatever Summer had made for Brooks- which was once again very much based on her and Harry.
White chocolate cranberry scones, chocolate cake, lavender lemon loaf, she is bound to be busy with all the different recipe cards laid out in front of her on their kitchen island.
She sifts the flour, bowls covering the table with a load of dishes already going in the dishwasher. The timer from the oven goes off, pulling her away from her distraction of yet another sweet treat. She pushes her hair out of her face, opening the oven and adding it to the collection of pastries that are making her house smell so good. Thank god she's got hungry firefighters to feed. She scribbles a note on the white board that's magnetized to the fridge to remind her to box up some of everything for Harry to bring in.
She's the fire chief's wife, she's has to keep them fed.
After what feels like days of baking, she's finally done. Two different cookies, two different loaves of bread, scones, and a cake.
Y/n flops down on the couch, turning on some trashy TV to keep her mind anywhere but that book she's supposed to be writing.
She gets about halfway through a forty five minute episode before she gets a glimpse of the time. She shoots up, starting on dinner knowing that her husband will arrive home anytime. He seems just as stressed out as she is about work, he just doesn't let it show as much, so she wants to make his life easier when she can.
Dinner didn't take long, she just whipped up something easy and quick for them. She flops back down on the couch, keeping the food on low so it will stay warm.
“Hi, baby.” Harry smiles, tossing his keys onto the table and coming to flop down next to her on the couch. He wraps his arms around her, cuddling into her. “What smells so good?” He sniffs at her neck as if she's covered in perfume, making her laugh and push away his touch even though she craves it more than anything right now. “Lots of random baked goods.” She softly laughs, pressing a kiss to his lips. He gives her an empathetic smile. “stressed, huh?” She shrugs, sitting up and he quickly follows.
“I made dinner too.” He thanks her. Kissing the back of her hand and trailing them up her arm. “How about after dinner we finish what we started the other night… maybe it will help you unwind?” She feels her stomach tighten. She wants to say no, take me right now before you're whisked away again, but she doesn't. She nods, closing her eyes and sinking into his touch before it's taken away.
He kisses her head, standing up and pulling her with him. “Let's get you fed and ready for me, huh? Can't have you losing energy half way through.” She rolls her eyes and shakes her head with a smile on her face.
They eat dinner together, sitting at the island together instead of the proper dining table. They make small talk, catching each other up about their day, Harry telling her all about two kittens that were stuck in a tree that he had to rescue bright and early this morning. “So that's why you crawled out of bed at four in the morning?” Harry nods, standing up and pushing their bowls aside. “Yeah, but now we’re going to head back to bed.” He smiles, holding a hand out for her, which she takes.
Harry leans in, slotting his lips with his wife's. Another ring sounds through the silence of their kiss. Harry groans loudly into her mouth, obviously irritated. “I swear to god-” he yanks his phone from where it was sitting on the table. “What?!” He spits to the other person on the line, obviously frustrated. “Fuck.” He nods once more to the caller before hanging up. “I'm sorry, baby. A restaurant downtown is completely engulfed in flames, I have to go now.” She nods, trying to bite back her frown.
She loves that Harry is a firefighter, it's sexy and has made him build up the strong physique that holds her and protects her. She loves that he does so much for the city and has saved so many lives and homes, but as he's out saving others' homes it feels like he's abandoning theirs. He's home basically just to sleep, and nothing else. Their relationship is still strong, and their love will never fade, but not having quality time is taking a toll on both of them mentally.
“I promise, baby. I'll be home as soon as possible.” He rushes out of the house, running towards the door.
Y/n is once again left in the house all alone.
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Y/n is woken up with a gentle shake, slowly blinking her blurry eyes open. “What time is it?” She slurs, sitting up when she knocks her open, timed out laptop off of her chest. Harry quickly catches it, softly laughing and placing it on the coffee table. “It's only been an hour since I left. You fell asleep while writing, baby.” He rubs her back, placing a kiss to the side of her head.
“Oh shit!” She shoots up, grabbing her laptop. “That is due at midnight, I need to send it to my editor!” Harry stops her from running up to her office, hooking an arm around her. “Hey, hey. Slow down, baby.” She huffs, sitting next to him on the couch.
“Are you still struggling to finish this chapter?” He kisses her head again, brushing her hair out of her face. She nods, feeling the anxiety build up in her body at the thought of not getting this chapter done in time. “Yes. It's so frustrating,I just feel defeated. Like I need… a cure?”
Harry taps on his bottom lip with his pointer finger while he's thinking. “A cure?”
Y/n nods, “a cure.”
“Well, go try to finish writing so your editor doesn't get mad at you. If you need any help or words of encouragement I'll be in our room.” She nods, rising up from the couch, collecting her laptop in her arms before kissing her husband. He smiles when she pulls away, giving her ass a small smack.
“Go get to it, baby.”
She walks up the steps, still sleepy as she sits back in her desk chair and cracks her screen back open. She gets to typing, putting any coherent thought down to try to make it make sense, she can always have her editor put it into better formed sentences that flow better with the rest of the story.
It's a little past 1:30 when she finally gets into bed, crawling in next to her shirtless husband.
Harry groans, wrapping both his arms around her while he keeps his eyes closed- too sleepy to actually open them. She cuddles into him, finally relaxing after what seems like days of tense muscles and mental gymnastics. “Did you find your cure?” She shakes her head, “no cure yet. But I got it done.”
He whispers a cheer, squeezing her. “Good job, baby. I knew you'd do it. Now go to sleep, we'll celebrate tomorrow.” She giggles into his neck, wrapping a leg around him.
“Guess what the fire chief got called in for?” Harry asks, walking into the house surprisingly early. Y/n spins around in her chair, her eyebrows shooting up. “You're home, H!” He nods, walking over to her. “What did you get called in for?” He stays silent for a beat to dramatize and leave her in suspense.
“A fourteen year old kid got his head stuck in a fence. And they called me, the fire chief, to get him out.” Y/n laughs, almost choking on her water. “So,” Harry starts, grabbing her water from her hand and taking a sip of it. “I said don't call me, don't bother me, I'm taking the day off to spend with my wife.” She smiles, scanning him up and down.
He's still in his red suspenders, fire pants, and the navy blue shirt that hugs his pecs and biceps more than should be allowed for everyday firefighting. His hair is crazy, pushed back with a strand flopping in his eyes. His skin is covered in black ash and soot, and he smells of fire but it only heats her skin.
His pointer finger curls to lift her chin up, his thumb softly resting under her bottom lip. He slots his lips with hers, making her whimper with need. Her hand clutches at the short sleeve of his shirt, feeling his toned muscles under it. “Hop up” he lifts her into his strong arms, walking them up to their bedroom.
He slams open the door, throwing her on the bed. They both laugh loudly, her arms reaching out for him again. He knees the bed, on his hands and knees while he hovers over her. Neither of them care that he's covered in black ash on their light duvet.
His hand slides up her t-shirt, smiling at the feeling of her warm skin even though he knew she was braless. “Take this fuckin’ thing off.” He half-jokes, pulling at the bottom of her shirt and lifting it over her head. Harry pulls his suspenders down, yanking off his tight shirt. Y/n hated to see the shirt go, but she loves saying goodbye. Her hands slide down his chest and onto his chiseled abs. “Keep the rest on.” Harry's eyebrow raises, his mouth slightly popped open.
“Keep it on?” She nods, then slides a suspender back up his arm.
Harry smiles, unbuttoning his pants and pulling his hard cock out. It slaps against his belly, making Y/n's mouth water. He yanks at her pants, making her shuffle down the bed. They both laugh as he pulls her pants down, giggles flying through the room as her pants fly through the air.
He takes in her naked body, his eyes dragging down her almost like she's his prey. Suddenly she feels shy under her husband's heavy gaze, pulling her arms in to cover herself. “Don't. You. Fucking. Dare.” He practically growls, yanking her arms away. He opens her legs, his hand sliding over cunt.
“I'm going to absolutely devour you. I'm not going to stop until you're shaking.” She smiles, wrapping her legs around him.
Harry grabs his cock, lining it up with her. “Are you wet enough, baby?” He asks, his hand slipping down for a moment to touch her pussy. “Oh,” an evil grin forms on his face. “You're dripping, huh?” Her face heats up, looking away because she knows she'll be too embarrassed to look him in his eye.
Harry softly but quickly pulls her face back toward him, opening her jaw with his thumb and spitting into her mouth.
She pulls him in with her legs, moaning. He lines himself up with her, finally pushing it. Y/n cries out at the feeling of him finally being inside of her after so long, it only eggs Harry on.
His constant thrusting shuffles her up and down the bed, and he loves every second of watching her tits bounce while his cock is stuffed deep inside of her. “Fuck, H” she gasps, reaching out for his arm to somewhat stabilize herself. “Feels good, baby?” He slips his thumb inside of her mouth, watching her perfect pouty lips wrap around him. She frantically nods, breathless and already shaking from the feeling of her husband's big, thick, bare cock inside of her.
“H, fuck, I don't know if I'm going t-” he cuts her off, smashing his mouth into her. She can hear how wet she is as the sound of wet squelching and heavy pants fill the room. It's enough to turn her cheeks red hot again, trying to ignore it. “Do you hear how fucking wet you are?” Harry says, biting at her neck. All chances of her not being humiliated are thrown out of the door the second Harry opens his dirty mouth. She almost forgot how embarrassingly filthy he can talk.
“Tell me, baby, do you hear how wet you are? Your pussy is dripping all over the sheets, you're making an absolute mess of me.”
She ignores his mouth, trying to keep some of her dignity.
“Tell me right now, or I'll stop fucking you.” She whines, gasping as he hits her special little spot. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and her back arches as he sends electricity from her head to her toes. “I'll stop right now.” His hips come to a vault, and suddenly she's sobbing out her answer. “Yes, fuck, H. I'm so wet. I'm so fucking wet and it's all for you.” She falls into a chant of “it's all for you, all for you H” until he starts fucking her again now that he's gotten exactly what he wants.
“So wet, and tight, and warm for me, baby. I think your pussy was made just for me.” She nods, she's so cock drunk she thinks she might sign all her rights away if asked. “Cause my dick fits perfectly in you, it hits all those special little spots that puts that little pout on your lips.”
She gasps, gripping his arm tighter as she gets closer. “Yeah, you're going to cum? Cum on my cock, it's okay. You can cum baby, I know it's been so long.”
She moans a mantra of his name over and over again as she finally orgasms, feeling like a weight has been lifted off of her.
Harry cums shortly after her, moaning in her ear and telling her how good she makes him feel.
He flops down next to her after he carefully pulls out, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close. “You okay? I didn't go too rough?” She shakes her head, resting it on his bicep. He presses a soft peck to her lips then gently rubs her cheek with his thumb. “No, H. It was perfect.” He smiles, glancing away like he didn't just say the dirtiest things she's ever said to her. “I'm sorry we haven't had a lot of time to be together. I hate being so busy.” She nods, “it's okay, H. I know you can't help it.” He bites at the inside of his bottom lip, sighing.
He moves his head closer to hers, closing his eyes and rubbing his nose against hers. “I love you.” She smiles, sliding her hand down his arm and threading their fingers together. “I love you too, babe.”
He sits up, on his knees. “What are you doing?” He grabs her legs, tossing them onto his shoulders. He kisses her ankle, “I didn't forget about my promise. I want your legs shaking. I'll carry you around everywhere tomorrow.” She giggles as he stretches her legs out, bending to suck and lick at her nipples.
She pushes him away, making him laugh. “Not gonna let your husband get a little frisky?” She rolls her eyes with a smile, “I've been letting you get frisky since we were sixteen, I've had enough.” He scoffs, sliding inside of her again.
He presses kisses over her leg, using his over hand to press into her lower belly. She gasps, grabbing his wrist. “Am I too big?” She attempts to roll her eyes at his cockiness but is cut off with a moan when he presses into her again.
Harry starts thrusting in and out of her, painfully slow. All of his touches are amplified, she can feel every vein on him. “Fuck, babe,” she hardly manages to get a word out of her mouth as her hips wiggle. She's inconsolable as she lets out sobs, her back arching and hips rolling against his.
She clenches around him, sending a chill rolling down his back. “Fuck, baby. Do that again.” She clenched around him, spasming around him as he perfectly rolls his hips. Thank god he knows how to use all that.
She whimpers his name, begging for him to give her anything he can. A blissed out smile frames Harry's face, his pearly white teeth peaking out while he bites his lips to silence his grunts and groans. She pulls him in even closer with her legs and he bottoms out inside of her. He gasps her name, his hand clenching at her calf.
“Don't hide, H. I want to hear how good you feel.” His mouth falls open at her words, his hazy eyes falling closed in pleasure. He shudders, letting out a shaky breath. “F-fuck, baby.” She clenches around him once again, holding it as he pushes back inside of her.
“You f-feel like heaven, you're so fucking perfect. So perfect.” He moans, his mouth open while he thrusts in and out of her. He whines, making Y/n want to bite a pillow and scream into it from the noises her husband is making. “I fucking love this pussy, baby. Tell me whose it is.” Her back arches, letting out a pleasured sigh as she grips the sheets. “It's your pussy, H. You're the only one who gets to cum it in.” He smiles, nodding.
They both cum at the same time, their moans blending as they cry each other's names.
Harry finally lets his fire pants drop, kicking them off the bed once he's calmed down.
“I'm hiring more people as soon as possible. There's no way I went so long without you.” She laughs as he kisses her, both of them laying together in their post-sex bliss. She fidgets with his wedding ring, her head on his chest. “Yeah, I miss having you around the house.” Harry nods, squeezing one of her fingers. “Me too.”
They both relax into the bed, staying silent and enjoying each other's company.
“Round three in the shower?”
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Y/n looks over at her office door which is now open, her sleepy husband stands in the doorway, the only thing he's wearing is low hanging pajama pants. He rubs at his sleepy eyes, his hair going in every different direction. “Why are you awake?” She softly laughs at his question, looking at the time on her laptop. “H, it's almost 11AM.” His sleepy eyes go wide for a split second before they return to their tired half-open state.
“Well, you should be in bed with me.” He creeps over to her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders while she sits in her office chair. “I'm writing?” He dramatically gasps, pressing a kiss to her neck. “You're writing?” She nods, continuing to type even as he kisses her.
“Did inspiration strike?” She nods, smiling. “Last night kind of inspired me. I think it's exactly what I needed.” Harry raises one eyebrow, his fingertips coming to pull the laptop closer to him. “Can I read it?” She nods, letting him pull it into his arms, watching him scroll back up to the start of the chapter.
After last night she finally had the inspiration strike to write Ruby and Noah hooking up at the ski getaway. This will be the peak in her book, now that they are together the rest will be a breeze to write.
She watches as his pajama pants slowly grow, making her hands shake with anticipation. “Holy fuck. You wrote that based on last night?” She smiles, blushing and nodding.
“That was your cure, huh?”
She didn't think about it that way. “I finally got my cure.”
Harry sinks down onto his knees, sliding his hands up her thighs, under the shirt of his she was wearing to bed. He hooks his fingers into her panties, dragging them down. “Now I need my cure.” He whispers, sliding her panties down her legs and into the pocket of his pajama pants. “I've got a big problem,” he looks down, cupping his large bulge. “And you're the only cure for it.”
He parts her legs, smiling at the sight of her wet cunt.
“Oh god, baby. How long have you been like this?” He pouts up at her, touching her with delicate fingers. “So long, H. I've been thinking about you since I got up.” She whines, pushing her shirt back so it doesn't block his view.
He lets out a sympathetic whine for her, his eyebrows pinching together with a worried expression. “My poor girl, I've got to take care of you now. You woke up with a throbbing pussy thinking of me, Hm?” She nods, carefully watching his every move.
Her breath shudders as her eyes follow his head sinking down to between her legs. Her eyes go wide, feeling his tongue slide into her. She whimpers, closing her eyes at the feeling of his warm tongue sliding up and down her cunt.
“No, no. Go ahead and write. It's the only thing that cures your writer's block.” She gulps, her hands shaking as she goes back to writing with her husband's head between her legs. She slowly types onto her document as he licks her up and down. She tries to keep her eyes open, typing whatever comes to her mind- which she's more than sure will be a jumbled mess for her to fix later. “H, please babe.” He shakes his head. “Your publisher will be mad if you don't write it.” He licks her clit, pulling it into his mouth to suck at it.
Her hand falls to the top of his head, threading her fingers through his hair. He shakes his head again, grabbing her hand and placing it back on her keys.
She moans, rolling her hips. She's fully given up on writing, her head fallen back as he continues to eat her pussy.
“Baby,” he laughs, kissing her thigh. “Well, I can't be mad. I guess you deserve it after working so hard.” He lifts up to kiss her, laughing at her failed attempt to write like he previously ordered her to.
He sinks back down between her legs, flicking his tongue against her clit. She groans, arching her back and whimpering. She throws a leg over his shoulder and he instantly wraps his arm around it. “You taste so good.” His mouth is loud against her, making lewd noises as he sucks, licks, and flicks his tongue against her skin.
“You always taste so good, baby.” He groans against her, losing himself in the smell, feeling, and taste of her. He moans against her over and over again, sliding his tongue deep in her to taste her wetness straight from the source. He loves how wet he can get her, how just the thought of him gets her so worked up she spends the whole morning with a wet, throbbing cunt until he takes matters into his own hands.
He often fantasizes about catching her touching herself- just because he knows her writing is always based on their experience and when she is writing a particularly spicy scene she tends to get worked up.
He can imagine silently creeping into her office to catch her with her legs open and her small hand down her panties trying to satisfy herself when they both know it's his hands she's craving.
She falls to pieces above him, her chest rapidly falling and rising while her mouth drops open to praise him and all the pleasure he's giving her. “You can cum, baby. It's okay.” He closes his eyes, enjoying the last few moments of her on his tongue. He loves the silky feeling of her, how warm and soft she is.
“H, I'm cumming!” She moans, gripping at his hair while she rolls her hips trying to get herself there. Seconds later she cums all over his mouth, leaving him to clean her up.
He wipes his mouth, sucking his fingers off before he yanks her down to give her a messy tongue kiss to let her taste herself.
She tries to catch her breath, giggling now that she's come back down. “Do you feel better now?” She nods, kissing him again.
“Just needed your husband to take care of you, huh?” She nods once again, wrapping her arms and legs around him as he wraps his big, strong arms around her. “Now go sit back there in case I need you again.” He agrees to it with a large smile on his face, walking back to the much bigger and comfier chair she normally uses for reading.
He’s always been the cure.
A/N: WOWOWOW!! beside a small 1k word blurb this is my return to writing after almost a year and a half! I thought about making an Author y/n one random day in the shower and with a little help from my beautiful, amazing, creative best friend @ziallslvr firefighter Harry and author Y/n was born 🥹!!!!
I feel so passionate about these two! They are my sweet babies❤️ This specific Y/n is straight from my heart, and might be a little self indulgent! I hope you all love her as much as I do ❤️
PLEASEEEEEE!!! IF YOU LIKED THIS REBLOG AND SHARE YOUR THOUGHT WITH ME :D
Playing with your pussy - Alfie Buttle x Reader . ˳ ✧ॱ
𑣲. Alfie crawls over to you on the bed, big hands spreading your legs open.
𑣲. He lays down, head resting against your thigh as he pulls your panties down.
𑣲. You giggle as he spits on your pussy, using a thick finger to smear it down your slit.
𑣲. You shift closer to him, resting a foot on his shoulder as he settles on his front between your legs.
“So pretty, bunny…” he murmurs as he spreads your folds with his thumbs, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your clit.
𑣲. You clench in response, a low whine leaving your lips.
“Pretty clit… can feel it twitching…” he smirks as he keeps his lips pressed against the bundle of nerves.
𑣲. After hearing you moan in response to his kisses, he moves further down, spreading you further with his fingers and slowly licking over your urethra.
“Everything about you is unreal…”
𑣲. He blows a small blast of cold air over the tiny hole, smiling when you squirm.
“Hurry up, Alf…” you mumble, pushing his head down slightly.
“Ah ah, no… be patient, girl…” he tuts before licking a strip back up to your clit, sucking gently.
𑣲. Your fingers curl into the sheets at the feeling of him sucking you.
𑣲. The room is soon filled with the sounds of Alfie’s careful slurping and your panting and moaning.
𑣲. His thumb finds your asshole as his mouth focuses on your cunt. He rubs soft circles around the tight hole, feeling you loosening up.
𑣲. His mouth picks up pace, his tongue pressing harder against you and his lips start to suck harsher as his thumb slowly makes its way inside you.
𑣲. Your orgasm crashes over you before you even had chance to tell him it was coming.
𑣲. Alfie smirks as he watches you, pulling away with a soft pop. His lips are wet and pink, matches your clit.
“Clever girl… so good at taking it, huh?”
𑣲. He dips his head down and presses a kiss against your asshole, only because he wanted to see your face flush one last time.
summary: being an interviewer for the sidemen charity match isn’t even the best thing about the day
content: ex-boyfriend!ab , smut , 18+ mdni , p in v , swearing , oral (f!receiving) , multiple positions , intox (weed) , shotgunning , thumb sucking , PDA (kissing in public) , brief handjob , brief thumb sucking
notes: finally posting this after putting it off because i wasn’t in the mood to write smut, this isn’t toxic ex-bf!ab, it’s just exbf
BEING ASKED TO present the Sidemen Charity Match alongside Munya was truly the highlight of your day, but being there with a microphone in your hand was way more excitable than receiving the wish.
Luckily, the pair of you bounced off of each other perfectly, jokes swinging and landing in just the right way.
However, your ex-boyfriend was playing.
There was no bad blood between the two of you, and the break up was somewhat mutual (despite your sadness about it). But, just because you weren’t together didn’t mean you couldn’t flirt, and he really took that and ran with it.
Alfie was in your Instagram DM’s all the time, responding to your stories with heart eye emojis and always messaging you about where you were going, who with and whether you would be okay getting home on your own.
He wasn’t toxic, but he was always there, a bit like a shadow you can’t seem to get rid of.
You weren’t mad about it, and quite frankly, you encouraged his behaviour sometimes, sending him pictures of your outfit before even posting it on your story.
It was blatantly obvious to both of your friend groups that the pair of you were still dangerously in love with each other.
Watching him vlog on the sidelines made you smile a little.
His YouTube career dream was to play in the Charity Match, and he was finally here.
You could tell by the look on his face that he wasn’t remotely upset to not be playing, but more so soaking in the atmosphere of simply just being on the pitch and surrounded by hundreds of supporters.
You interviewed a range of players throughout the first half, but the second half and the end was when you really struck gold.
Somehow, miraculously, after missing a practically open goal in the first half, he managed to redeem himself with an excellent goal in the second.
Him and his friends were jumping around, and you were practically buzzing from suppressing your excitement for him. You wanted to leap up in victory and cheer alongside him, but that was entirely unprofessional.
But, it seemed like he didn’t care.
He came jogging up to you while blowing kisses and pumping his fist toward the crowd as they screamed for him.
“You okay?” You giggled as he neared you, his smile bright and beaming.
“Yeah, uhh …” He seemed to hesitate for a second, weighing out the pros and cons of whatever thought was running through his mind before committing to it.
His lips were on yours so fast you couldn’t even register the moment they started moving together as one.
You ended up dropping the microphone out of shock and feeding your arms around his neck.
You didn’t expect the crowd to get any louder than it did, but they exceeded your expectations vastly.
“Alfie!” You exclaimed, gobsmacked when he pulled away.
“Sorry, I just … y’know …”
You were kinda grateful that the microphone was on the floor and had rolled off along the astroturf.
“Well, the goal was good.” You hummed.
“Yeah … Thanks.” He nodded, a little breathless from adrenaline. “Swing by after?”
Even if you wanted to, your brain couldn’t compute how to say no, “Okay.”
And then he was off, joining his friends back on the pitch as the game commenced once more.
You crouched down to pick up the microphone and collected yourself again, rubbing your lips together and silently praying that your lip liner wasn’t too messy.
“Well, you guys better enjoy my presence now, because I can’t guarantee I’ll be here next year now. How very unprofessional.” You joked.
The game continued on, and you managed to get around to a few more interviews before the penalty shoot out, which announced YouTube All Stars as the winners.
Of course you had to pull Alfie to the side afterwards, and it certainly wasn’t because you wanted an excuse to talk to him.
“How do you feel about the loss AB?” You asked, directing the microphone towards his mouth.
“Honestly, I’m— I’m really not arsed, like, I scored and it was insane, like, that’s— I don’t think I’ll ever get over that, so …”
“So, the loss is nothing to you?”
“I mean, at the end of the day, it really doesn’t matter who wins, right? Like, it’s for charity and entertainment, so.” He shrugged before making eye contact, “What about you?”
“Me?”
“You arsed that I lost?” He smirked, crossing his arms across his chest and causing his biceps to bulge a little too arousingly.
“No, but I’m shocked you didn’t vomit everywhere.”
He threw his head back in laughter, and it was suddenly like the cameras and thousands of people weren’t there. You were in front of him, the microphone dangling uselessly between you as you went back and forth, sharing flirtatious glances and sentences that had a lick of an innuendo or teasing tone beneath them.
“Sorry, AB, I’ve gotta cut this short and interview some other people, but thank you and congratulations.”
“Alright, see you later, girl.” He said casually, briefly pecking your cheek before jogging off to join Arthur and Niko.
You tried to brush it off and put it in the back of your mind as you interviewed more players, but the feeling of his lips on your skin lingered, and the unconcerned way he showed you, his ex-girlfriend, attention made your stomach dance and flutter.
Getting home had to be the most relieving part of the day. You loved your heeled boots, but they were not ideal when you were standing around on astroturf for four hours of your day.
You took them off with a huff, flopping down onto your sofa and finally scrolling through your phone.
Your TV was playing, just a random show for the sake of background noise, not really paying attention to it.
You went through Instagram stories, liking anything related to you or the Charity Match, and even shared a couple stories onto your own from fans who had posted about you.
The last thing you predicted you would receive was a phone call from Alfie.
A cheeky text message, maybe even a voice note, was on the cards, but certainly not a phone call.
You answered anyway, bringing the device to your ear.
“Hi, Alfie. You okay?”
“I’m good, you?”
“Great, thanks.”
“Cool.” He said and then cut right to the chase, “You coming over?”
You were stunned momentarily, “… What?”
“I told you to come by after the match. Are you coming?”
“I mean, I can? I thought you were joking about that?”
“Nah, you can come ‘round. Miss you.”
You chuckled breathily, “You saw me an hour ago.”
“And? I ain’t seen you in time since that.”
It caused a little wave of sadness to roll through you at the time you’d spent apart due to not being together. You really and truly missed him more than anything, and you’d be willing to try again if he asked you seriously.
“When do you want me there?”
“As soon as possible.”
“Give me ten.”
“Alright, darlin’, I’ll send you my address. See you soon.”
“Bye.”
You could envision the smirk on his face right now, and you were 99% sure that the grin on your face was audible through your tone.
Shoving your heeled boots back on, you swiped your keys up off the counter and made your way down the stairs of your apartment building whilst calling for an uber.
Ten minutes was generous, because he didn’t live nearly as far as you thought, and you were standing in front of him within seven.
“Hi.” You smiled.
“Hey.” He smiled back, welcoming you in and shutting the door behind you.
Alfie had a blunt hanging from his lips, stood in his grey YoungLA joggers (as usual) and his charity match shirt. He smelled vaguely of aftershave, but the smell of weed overpowered it. His slightly damp hair told you that he’d just gotten out of the shower.
He had an old fellas podcast episode playing on his ridiculously large TV.
“Nice place. Haven’t seen this yet.” You hummed, looking around before chuckling a little at the metallic monkey dangling off of his staircase.
“He actually convinced me to get this gaff.” Alfie snorted, flopping back onto his green sofa as he took a drag.
“‘Course he did.” You shook your head, leaving your shoes by the door and joining him, tucking your feet up under yourself, “So, how you been? You did Inside, now the Charity Match. What’s next?”
“God, got no idea.” He hummed, slinging an arm around the back of his sofa and offering you his blunt. “Think just chill for now, work on good vlogs and the pod. Going America in the summer so should get out some good content. You?”
You took the pre-roll between your fingers, only taking a little drag because it had been a while, “Uhh … I dunno, I’m not really doing much recently, just chilling. Doing brand deals, occasional vlogs, y’know?”
“You should come back on my channel.” He offered, smirking as smoke billowed from your lips and he plucked it back off of you.
You clicked your tongue, shrugging teasingly, “Maybe, I dunno, you’ll have to convince me to.”
“Oh, yeah?” He smirked, sitting up now and shuffling a little closer.
“Mhm.” You hummed, pursing your lips to suppress your smirk, “Y’know, I feel kinda stupid. You’re here in your match shirt and joggers, and I’m, what? Still dressed up.”
His response was quick, like if he thought about it any longer he wouldn’t actually say it.
“Take it off then.”
You scoffed out laughter at his audacity, “Alfie.”
He shrugged, “I’m serious. It’s just us.”
“You say that like we’re still together.”
“We should be.” He hummed, taking a long drag and then ushering you even closer until your knees were touching.
He leant forwards, and with his free hand, he pried your mouth open, thumb hooked into your lower jaw and holding it in place.
Smoke passed from his mouth into yours, and your brain went hazy, but the drug wasn’t the only thing to blame.
His thumb in your mouth sent you a little wild, and your brain subconsciously told your tongue to swipe at his skin.
When you did, he smirked, pushing further into your mouth until he was pressing down directly onto your tongue. You hummed around it, hollowing your cheeks and rolling the wet muscle over his thumb.
“Haven’t changed much, have you?” He muttered, pulling away.
“I don’t think so. Why? Wanna test out your theory?” You quipped, tilting your head.
“Yeah, take your tights off.” He nodded, pressing the blunt out onto a plate that he was using as a makeshift ashtray and left it on the side.
“What? You not gonna kiss me first?”
“Alright, c’mere then.” He swiftly switched the TV off and then beckoned you forward with his hand, having his arms out for you to clamber into his lap.
Your knees bracketed his thighs, your crotch pressing down on his as he slid his hand into the back of your head, bringing you forwards so your lips were dancing across his.
“You want this?” He murmured, eyes trained solely on your mouth.
You nodded breathlessly, “I want you.”
He grinned at that, slotting his lips against yours and holding you close. His free hand hung over the top of your thigh, casually resting on the curve of your ass over the skirt of your dress.
You hummed into it, sandwiching his neck between your palms and stroking your thumbs over the column of it. The tips of your nails lightly scratched at his skin, causing goosebumps to erupt along it.
His tongue licked across your bottom lip, and a buck of his hips up towards yours caused a gasp to fly free, allowing him to enter your mouth.
From that point on, your hips continued to clash, with you grinding down onto his lap in smooth rolls, his grip tightening on you.
A moan slipped free from your mouth, heat pooling in your abdomen in a way that you were sure mirrored the wetness seeping out of you.
You could feel him beneath you, rock hard and just as needy.
Still, he flipped you over, keeping you propped up against the back of the sofa as he kissed down your neck, hands finding your thighs and sliding your skirt up while he sunk to his knees.
“Can you take your dress off?” He requested in a breath.
You nodded, slipping your arms out of the holes and pushing the skin-tight fabric down your body until it pooled at your ankles. He pulled it off, throwing it to the side somewhere and hooked his fingers into your tights and underwear simultaneously, tugging them down and tossing them in the general direction that your dress had headed.
You weren’t particularly fussed at where it was, because Alfie was staring at your pussy with a look of need and desperation. A little, nibbling part of your brain told you to feel self conscious under his watchful gaze, but when he spread your legs and slung them over his shoulders to kiss up your thighs, any insecurities you had flew out of the window.
As thrilling and excitable as it was to be hooking up with your ex-boyfriend, there was still love and care behind every kiss and caress.
The moment his lips grazed your clit, a breathy whine shuddered free, your hands immediately clenching around the cushions of his sofa.
From that action alone, he committed immediately.
His tongue lathed over you, collecting your slick with a pleased groan and sucking on your clit. His skills certainly hadn’t dwindled in the time you’d spent apart.
He was unabashed and messy, practically making out with your pussy, burying his face in it with his tongue dipping in and out of your hole before gliding back up to flick over your bundle of nerves. The wet, lewd sounds of his lips suctioning filled the room.
Your eyebrows furrowed, mouth hanging open as your face was stuck in an expression of unadulterated pleasure. You let out shuddered breaths and pants, a moan coming through occasionally when your heels dug into his back and thighs squeezing around his head, pressing him closer.
“Alfie …” You whispered as that familiar, fizzling bubble started at the base of your spine.
He hummed against you, sending waves of vibrations through your body.
His eyes flickered up, green rings staring you down as you whined.
Alfie’s hands came clamping down on your hips, keeping them pinned to the sofa when they tried to buck up.
“Oh, God …” You murmured, the knuckle of your first finger getting pressed between your teeth.
One hand continued to keep you in place as the other slid up your body, tugging the cup of your bra down and freeing your breast. He palmed and massaged it, and with a tweak of your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, you came hard.
He continued to lick at you, gliding his tongue through your folds and suckling at your clit, causing you to cry out and pat at the top of his head, urging him to stop because you were too overstimulated.
He pressed a kiss to your pussy before pulling away, standing to his full height and lifting you up into his arms.
Your legs locked around his waist, arms around his neck as he lathered your neck and cheek with kisses while taking you up the stairs.
He laid you down on his bed ever-so carefully, keeping his lips on your skin.
Alfie tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head and handing it to you.
“What?” You frowned, taking it.
“Put it on.” He said, wiping his lower chin.
You sat up then, unclasping your bra and dropping it to the floor and then slid his shirt over your head.
The sight of you in nothing but a football shirt that had his name and number on the back made him harder than ever, precum leaking out of his tip. He desperately tugged his joggers down, needing to be freed from the confines of fabric.
“Jesus, Alf.” You whispered, looking down at him and taking him onto your palm, wrapping your fingers around his length.
Your thumb swiped over his tip, collecting the bead of precum and stroking it down his cock, pumping your fist in slow, controlled movements.
He groaned, dropping his head down to your collarbone and letting it rest there as you continued with your ministrations.
After a little, he swatted your hand away, gripping himself at the base and sliding through your slick folds before notching himself at your entrance.
You shivered at the feeling, bringing your knees up and out so he had space.
With a hand braced on your inner thigh, he pushed forwards slowly, filling you with his thick cock. You had no idea you were holding your breath until he bottomed out and you let go, harsh pants escaping your mouth as your nails dug into his biceps.
“Fuckin’ hell, you feel so good.” He grunted, rutting forwards slightly as if to get impossibly deeper than he already was.
“Please move. Please.” You begged through a whimper.
He pulled out until just his tip was resting inside of you, and then thrust all the way back in.
His actions forced a harsh moan from you, your knees trying to fly together and clamp your legs shut.
“None of that.” He shook his head, taking his hands and holding your inner thighs at the very top, keeping them spread eagle.
He slid out and back in, creating a solid rhythm that began to pick up pace until you were clinging to him.
“Fuck, Alf—“ You whined as he sucked on the sensitive skin of your neck, most definitely leaving a mark in some shade of red that would fade dark and prominent.
“I love you.” He groaned into you after a particularly harsh thrust.
“I love you too.” You replied, nails raking down his back sharply.
Your ankles locked at his lower back as his thrusts became quick and sloppy with your walls clenching around him, a signal of both of your impending orgasms.
“Wait, wait.” He panted, his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat. “Turn over.”
“On my front?”
“Yeah. Is that okay?”
He remembered.
He knew you had a thing about feeling disconnected when you couldn’t see him and he couldn’t see you, and he remembered.
You nodded, smiling gently, “Yeah.”
He kissed your cheek, pulling out and letting you roll onto your front, hiking one leg up on the mattress.
Alfie slid a pillow beneath your hips, keeping you propped up just a little.
When he slid back in, you felt him deeper, the angle pushing him so, and his thrusts were harder. Not quicker, harder.
You moaned shamelessly every time his tip hit your spot, toes curling up as you felt a second orgasm incoming.
“Alfie!” You cried out.
“I know, I know, me too.” He nodded, curls flopping.
He kept his eyes trained on your back,
Having you wearing his name and number on your frame with you crying out his name is what finished him off.
He pulled out swiftly, quickly bunching your shirt up and letting his release spread over your back as your thighs trembled from the force of your own orgasm.
Your back was riding and falling with heavy breaths, similar to his.
He reached over to his bedside table, taking some tissue and cleaning up your back and the inside of your thighs, which were smeared in your own arousal.
Alfie helped roll you onto your back again, flopping down beside you after tugging his boxers back on and pulling you into his arms.
Your breaths evened out together, your hand trembling on its place on his chest until you pressed the pads of your fingers into his pec, grounding yourself.
“You good?” He whispered, tilting your head up and brushing the hair from your face.
His eyes were full of reverence, lips coming down to press a kiss to your forehead.
summary: valentine's day brings out a lot of feelings between you and alfie
word count 7040
this chapter is literally pure smut, 0 plot, if you don't like reading smut you can skip this chapter and you won't really miss anything
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THE PING OF your phone pulled your attention away from getting ready. Ever since you met Alfie you had been unhealthily attached to your phone. You wished that every notification could be from him, always jumping at the possibility that it could be. He was the only person you wanted to talk to.
Alfie
got you something
hopefully at ur door
Your chest fluttered. You were a little upset at the idea of you and Alfie being apart for your first Valentine’s day. You had lectures all day stopping you from going up to his, and he had to work. Both of you agreed it was pretty miserable, but clearly he was doing what he could.
You put down your makeup brush, deciding that you were more interested in seeing what he got for you than you were in getting ready. Who cared if you were a little bit late to your lecture? Surely they could understand in the name of romance.
With a spring in your step, you rushed out of your room and to the front door of your flat. There was nothing waiting for you when you opened the door, which could mean one of 2 things; either it had been delivered to the wrong place, or someone had beat you to it. In a flat of 6 people you wouldn’t be surprised if someone had opened the door before you could get there.
“Y/N!”
Looks like it was the latter.
When you walked into the kitchen the bouquet was sitting on the counter with one of your flatmates peeking into it curiously. It was gorgeous. A huge collection of red roses that any girl would dream of getting some day.
“Looks like lover boy sent you something.” She looked over the flowers, gasping when she found a note buried inside. “I wonder what this says. Do you think it’s spicy?”
You rolled your eyes, snatching the folded paper from her hands before she could read it aloud to the room and embarrass you. Whatever Alfie wrote was for your eyes only.
“Don’t be shy. Tell us what Mr Romance said.”
“Mind your own business,” you stuck out your tongue. You picked up the bouquet, big enough to rival some of the ones you sold at work. You were surprised your arms didn’t give out when you tried to carry it.
Back in the quiet of your room you couldn’t wipe the giddy smile off your face. You reached for your phone to thank him, but you didn’t feel like a simple text was enough, especially when you felt so guilty that you hadn’t gotten anything for him.
You
ur the best
i didn’t get you anything :(
now i feel bad
i’m sorry
i’m a horrible girlfriend
It was only a minute or so before he texted back. He must have been waiting for you to respond. If only you knew how he’d been staring at his phone screen in the toilet at work waiting to see your reaction to the surprise. He’d been gone long enough for people to start asking where he was, but it was completely worth it.
Alfie
don’t need presents
just need u
You fell back onto your bed with a borderline dreamy sigh. He was everything– how had you found him?
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Uni had been long. You were only a little bit late to your lecture, courtesy of Alfie, but that was just a bad start to an even worse day. By the time you got back to your flat you were exhausted. All you wanted was to lay down and forget about the day that you’d had and the fact everyone was spending Valentine’s day with their boyfriend but you.
You hadn’t thought when you opened your door that you would be met with a decorated room and a guest. Candles were dotted around, rose petals on the floor and Alfie standing with his hands in his pockets and a shy smile on his face.
“Hi.”
“What are you doing here?” you gasped, throwing your arms around his neck. You didn’t think you were going to get to see him until the weekend.
“Took a couple days off work. Did you really think I was gonna miss our first Valentines?”
Part of you had. Clearly you should have had more faith in him all this time. That didn’t matter now though. Instead you just wrapped your arms tighter around him and pressed your lips to his. He thought you would have wanted to do some more talking, but he was happy to get right to the kissing too.
Alfie ended up being the first one to pull away with a quiet hum. “Not that I’m not having a great time, but I came with the intention of buying you food as well. When was the last time you ate?”
If you didn’t already suspect you might be in love with him, you definitely did now. “You’re so perfect. You know that?”
After you’d eaten, and kissed a little more, the two of you decided on watching a film. It was some random one Alfie’d seen scrolling through Netflix and decided it would be fine.
You weren’t paying any attention at all.
You were stuck weighing out the odds of telling him something. Thankfully he hadn’t noticed, which meant you were good to think it over until you finally made up your mind. When you did you paused the film, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye before letting out a breath.
“I lied earlier,” you started. It was a little cryptic to begin with that. He looked a little nervous. You could be about to say anything. “Nothing bad. Just about not getting you anything.”
It wasn’t a present for him, as much as it was bought with him in mind. It was technically for you, but you had a strong feeling he was going to like it much more than you. You didn’t think he was ever going to actually see it, you’d been convincing yourself you weren’t brave enough, but he’d gone out of his way to come and see you. You wanted to do something for him. You were ready.
“I’m listening.”
“I should probably show you before I try it on, and then we can decide.”
He was definitely listening now. Your words weren’t making much sense.
His eyes followed you as you moved to the drawers opposite your bed. You nearly induced a heart attack when you pulled out the sheer pink fabric. He should have said something positive rather than not saying anything at all, but he was stunned.
You took his reaction badly and now you were embarrassed. Did you look like you were throwing yourself at him? “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just assumed– this was silly.”
“No! I just wasn’t expecting… this.” He reached out to feel the fabric between his fingers. “I really like this surprise.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
Now that you knew you weren’t completely making a fool out of yourself, it felt right to suggest what you’d been thinking this whole time. You perched on the edge of the bed next to him, fingertip tracing mindless circles on his thigh. “I really like you, Alfie. And, you know, it’s been a few months now, so I thought we could maybe… take the next step.”
He gulped. “You want to have sex? With me?” He just needed to confirm. He didn’t want to misinterpret what you were saying.
You laughed. “Yes, Alf. I want to have sex with you. Do you want to have sex with me?”
“Fuck yes.”
Your stomach dipped, but not in a bad way. It was just a lot to accept that this was real and finally happening. You nodded your head, getting to your feet. “Okay then, I’m gonna go change. You, erm, do whatever you need to do.”
Once the bathroom door was closed you could breathe. A few deep breaths to sike yourself up was all you needed. It was only Alfie. Everything was going to be fine.
The babydoll you picked out was with him in mind, but you still wanted to feel beautiful. And the moment you slipped it on, you really did feel gorgeous.
You took one final look at yourself in the mirror and let out a breath. No matter what you wore, Alfie was going to lose his mind. You needed to try and remember that. He was obsessed with you whether you dressed up for him or not. He’d still find you gorgeous in an old ratty shirt you wore to sleep in.
“You’ve got this,” you whispered, smiling at your reflection.
With a burst of confidence you pulled open the bathroom door and stepped back into the room. “Hey.”
He’d been waiting for what felt like forever, hands growing sweatier by the second, but it all became worth it the moment his eyes landed on you. He got to his feet, unsure what he was really supposed to be doing with any part of his body. Any reaction he gave felt like a complete under reaction.
“Oh, my god,” he breathed, falling to his knees at your feet dramatically.
You giggled, feeling your nerves begin to ease slightly. After a little hesitation while he was still trying to wrap his head around the fact you were real, his hands settled on your hips just under the babydoll. The feel of his bare skin on your own made you shiver. He wasn’t much better when your hands found his face, tilting his chin upwards so your eyes met. You brushed his hair back so it was out of his face, your thumb tracing the shape of his eyebrow as if you were trying to memorise the way he was looking at you. No one had ever made you feel so wanted before.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” you asked.
He nodded, rapidly. Any plan to seem cool and collected during this time went straight out of the window immediately. There was no way he could be relaxed when the girl of his dreams was standing half naked in front of him. “I really want to do this.”
You grinned.
Alfie got back to his feet, sliding his hands underneath your thighs to lift you up, legs locking around his waist. Your squeal of surprise was swallowed by his mouth meeting yours. His lips were soft, familiar. Your racing heart calmed slightly at the reminder that this was just Alfie. The same boy who drove all the way to Leeds 4 times before actually taking you on a date and hid you in a wardrobe from his mum. He was silly, and also pretty obsessed with you. Nothing about him had changed just because you were taking another step together. There was no reason to worry.
He sat down on the edge of your bed, mainly so he could shift his hands from carrying you to cradling your face, like you were the most precious thing he’d ever held.
Despite being seated in his lap you didn’t feel anywhere near close enough. You pushed your hips forward in an attempt to get closer, unintentionally grinding your lower half against Alfie’s. He made a choked noise into your mouth, praying you would do that again. You did, just as you slid your tongue against his bottom lip.
He was going to die if you kept this up.
His tongue slid against yours, trying to act composed, as if his whole brain wasn’t growing more scrambled by the second. His large hands settled against your back to give him purchase to roll you both over. Having him cage you in like this was weirdly hot. You felt safe, like it was only you and Alfie in the whole world; Definitely easier to lose yourself to him completely like this.
“Can you take this off?” you whispered, tugging at the cotton of his t-shirt. Surely you would feel better if you weren’t the only one in a state of undress.
Alfie was pretty eager. “I’ll take it all off for you,” he mumbled, leaning in for another kiss. You were smiling too hard for it to be much of anything– more just teeth clashing together, laughing into his mouth, in a desperate attempt to stay close.
“Alf.” You gently pushed him away, trying to ignore the kicked puppy look on his face when he couldn’t kiss you for just a minute. “You can’t take it off if you don’t stop kissing me.”
“I could have tried,” he insisted, peeling the material over his head. The moment his skin was on show you could have sworn you felt your panties grow damp. You shuddered a breath. Your hands splayed on his stomach, fingertips tracing the hard planes of his stomach muscles. This wasn’t the first time you’d gotten to touch what was under his shirt, but it never stopped being crazy that he actually looked like this. And now he was hovering over you, probably about to ruin you. This was what winning felt like. You’d never felt particularly possessive over a boy before, but if anyone wanted to take Alfie from you there was going to be a serious fight.
He pulled once at the hem of your top. “Do you want to take this off?” His tone was kind. Not pushing. He was giving you the opportunity to say no, to do whatever you wanted. Not seeing you naked wouldn’t kill him. There was plenty of time for that to happen later on.
“Can I keep it on?” you asked, shyly. “Just for a little longer.”
He nodded, offering you a small smile. “Course you can. We’re doing whatever feels most comfortable, yeah? No matter what.”
“Comfortable. Yeah,” you echoed.
Neither of you moved for a minute. You both just stared, sitting in the moment trying to digest this was really happening.
“Where do we start?” he asked.
You hummed in thought, trying to think of anything you’d ever heard from friends or seen in movies. “We can’t just go straight to it. I think I need, like, your fingers first.” If your cheeks weren’t already flaming hot, they would be now.
Alfie nearly whined at the thought of getting his fingers inside you. He cleared his throat, briefly trying to psych himself up. He didn’t want this to be bad for you. For it to be good he needed to be willing to ask for help— which meant swallowing his pride.
Your touch jumped higher, from his stomach up to his chest, feeling the pounding of his heart beneath your palms. It was nice knowing you weren’t the only one who was nervous. Everything from here onwards was going to be a little awkward, but maybe that was part of the fun.
“Your heart’s racing.”
“Yeah.” His eyes darted down to the slither of your underwear that was on show. Pink and dainty, just like the top. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he admitted. The tips of his ears and his cheeks burned red.
“It’s okay. I’ll help you.”
He really liked the sound of that.
He hadn’t even done anything yet and he was already panting as you guided his hand down your body. The material of your babydoll was silky under his fingers, but nowhere near as soft as your skin underneath. He looked down, exhaling slowly. The second his fingers slipped under the band of your underwear he swore he was a goner. He wasn’t the only one.
The first touch of his fingers to your clit sent a jolt of electricity through you. “Oh.”
His eyes lit up. “Yeah?”
“Mm.” You nodded, fingers tightening around his wrist for something to hold onto. It was nicer than you expected. “Just do that for a minute.”
Your head tilted back as you got used to the feeling. Alfie’s eyes roamed every inch of your neck, down to your heaving chest framed by the light pink fabric. You would have stayed like this forever if you weren’t too excited to carry on. You knew what was awaiting you was arguably even better than this.
He could tell you were itching to keep going, but just didn’t know how to say it. “Do you want to keep going?”
You nodded rapidly. “Please. Just, um, start with one.”
He couldn’t quite believe this was happening. “Yeah, okay.”
Alfie’s hands were big, which meant you found out pretty quickly that one was good. But you had a sneaky feeling two was going to be even better. You wanted to find out sooner rather than later.
“More.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. Please.”
The moment a second finger accompanied the first, you were a goner.
Logically you knew you were supposed to be giving him tips, but your brain suddenly went foggy at the feeling of his fingers inside you. You hadn’t expected them to feel so big— though given how huge he was everywhere else, it did make sense.
“Hey,” he whispered, using his free hand to brush under your eye gently. He wanted your attention. “What now?”
You had to blink a couple times to regain focus. It was a strange feeling— the fullness. “Um, god, okay… I don’t know. Just do what feels right.”
His blood ran cold, stomach churning at the thought of being on his own for this one. “What? I have no idea what I’m doing. You’re supposed to be helping me.”
You huffed. “My brain’s kind of shutting down right now, Alf.” You were only partly joking, but there was definitely no way your brain was at full capacity right now. “There’s no way you haven’t seen someone get fingered. You’re a teenage boy. Just do what you think and I’ll tell you if it’s bad.”
His cheeks flamed. “Okay.”
You had to give him credit. He figured it out pretty quickly.
You had no idea what to do with your hands. Every single part of you itched to touch him, but you didn’t want to risk changing anything about what he was doing. In the end your body won. One hand tangled in the hair at the back of his head, tugging every time it felt particularly good. Your other slid down his arm, brushing over his wrist, his moving knuckles, before shifting back up to dig your nails lightly into his bicep.
“Alfie,” you whined, hips bucking towards his hand.
He almost couldn’t believe this was real. The girl he hadn’t stopped thinking about for nearly half a year was now writhing around on his hand. You felt good. And he was the one making you feel good. He couldn’t be blamed when the words tumbled out of his mouth accidentally.
“I love you,” he whispered against your jaw, surprising even himself. He didn’t see the way your eyes sparkled at the admission, but he did hear your gasp, feel the way you tightened around his fingers and scraped your nails against the skin of his forearm. If he wasn’t in love before, he definitely was now. You hadn’t even gotten to the main event yet and he already wanted to make you lose yourself on his fingers a hundred times more.
You came with a shudder and a final roll of your hips against his palm, chest heaving as you tried to wrap your head around the bliss you just experienced. Then there was Alfie’s surprise love confession. Neither of you had broached that subject yet. You had only officially been his girlfriend for just over a month– until now you thought it was far too soon to utter those 3 little words. Now that he’d bit the bullet first it suddenly didn’t feel so scary. You just needed to know if he meant it or if it was a heat of the moment sort of thing.
Your head lolled to the side, your eyes meeting his. You smiled shyly as he slipped his fingers out of you, wiping them on the fabric of his jeans. He didn’t even bat an eye when you grumbled at him for being so vile.
The atmosphere was a little awkward. Neither of you knew what you were supposed to do now, but there was one big thing looming over you.
“Hi,” you whispered.
He brushed his nose against yours. “Hi.”
“Did you mean it?”
He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t need to. “Yeah. Course I did. I’m, like, really obsessed with you.”
You smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear nervously. “And you’re not just saying that ‘cause I’m letting you fuck me?”
He scoffed. That thought hadn’t crossed his mind once. He had been weighing up the ways to tell you he loved you basically since you met. For him, as corny as it sounds, it was love at first sight. Every day since he simply fell harder. He just had bad timing when admitting to it apparently.
“Definitely not.”
For a moment you just laid there together, limbs tangled, breathing laboured. It was nice. It meant nothing appeared too rushed. Though eventually the ache in Alfie’s boxers was too much for him to bear. Even if you didn’t do anything yet, he needed to get out of the constricting denim.
“I’m gonna take my jeans and stuff off.”
You nodded, still feeling pretty lethargic from the orgasm he’d just given you. There was little protest as he stepped away from you, other than the drag of your nails against his arm as he untangled his limbs from yours.
When Alfie looked at you his muscles locked up. Splayed out on your side, head resting in your hand, one leg bent, babydoll slipping up to show your bare hip, a slight sheen to your skin. He was going to lose his mind if he didn’t calm down. There was no way he could slip the rest of his clothes off yet, not while he knew you were watching him looking like that.
You noticed how he paused, hands stuck on his belt and you worried he might have changed his mind. “You okay?”
He nodded, looking straight up at the ceiling and taking a deep breath, all before he could even think of looking at you again. “You don’t know how fit you look right now.”
Your cheeks warmed, but you didn’t shy away from his stare. It didn’t make you feel awkward like you expected. You just felt wanted.
“Well hurry up and you can show me.”
He thought he was going to faint. It was most likely the promise of what was to come next that made his movements so rushed and shaky. The sooner he got the rest of his clothes off, the sooner he got back into your bed. “Ah, fuck,” he cursed, stumbling with one leg still caught in his jeans. It was a miracle he didn’t fall flat on his face. Your light giggling filled the room, deepening the blush taking over his entire body. He rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”
To make matters worse you chose that moment to reach down and slip your underwear off, throwing them his way playfully. He shouldn’t have caught them. The moment the lacy fabric was in his hands he couldn’t think about anything else.
“Really taking your time over there, Alf…” You sighed, dramatically, fiddling with the hem of your babydoll, teasing him with what was underneath. “Was gonna let you undress me, but–” With a sudden wave of confidence you pulled the material up and over your head, leaving you completely bare in front of him for the first time. Your heart was getting ready to beat out of your chest, but he was looking at you with nothing but awe.
“Oh, my god. Can you stop being so sexy for, like, 5 minutes?”
“Only if you hurry up.”
The speed he slipped his underwear off with was frankly impressive. And it wasn’t the only thing that was impressive.
You nearly didn’t look at first in a bid to be respectful, letting your eyes trail no lower than his chest. Until you realised that was kind of the whole point of what you were doing. And when that realisation hit, you took a long look. You should have expected all of him to be proportionate. He was tall, his hands were huge, as were his muscles, his shoulders… It made sense for him to be big everywhere. Your tummy fluttered with excitement, and a tiny bit of fear. He was very handsome, but he probably knew that anyway.
Alfie shifted awkwardly.
You’d been staring a tiny bit too long and he wasn’t sure what to think. You hadn’t meant to make him uncomfortable.
“You’re really pretty.”
He laughed, a little surprised sound in the back of his throat. He’d been called a lot of things over the years, but pretty wasn’t one of them. “Me?”
You beckoned him over. “Yeah, you.”
Even with you kneeling on the bed, he still towered over you, leaning down to place a sweet kiss to your lips. “Hi,” he whispered, nudging his nose against yours. He was smiling, a feat that helped you relax. His smile was one of your favourite things about him.
“Hi.”
“You ready to do this?”
There was one key component missing though. You’d stocked up on protection when you originally thought Alfie was coming over for Valentine’s and up until a couple hours ago you hadn’t thought you’d get to use it. It didn’t seem like it had even crossed his mind yet though.
“Alf.”
He hummed.
“Condom?”
“Oh, shit, yeah.” He left your side before he realised he had no idea where you kept them. He didn’t even know you owned any. Clearly you were more prepared than he thought. He sent you a helpless look, which you just grinned at.
“Top drawer.”
“Thank you.”
While he sorted that, you got comfortable against your pillows, trying not to be too conscious about the fact his eyes kept darting to your body when he thought you weren’t paying attention.
His hands were trembling trying to get the wrapper open. The girl of his dreams was lying naked and wanting under him and he was making her wait, all because he couldn’t open a stupid condom. If he wasn’t horny out of his mind he probably would have thrown it somewhere and given up. But this wasn’t a game he could rage quit, there was a very real woman wanting to have sex with him and he didn’t know if he’d get that chance again if he ruined this one.
“Alf,” you called, sitting up and setting your hands over his. It stopped them shaking. Also stopped his nervous fiddling with the wrapper. “Let me help.”
He nodded. That was probably best.
You took the condom from him. The way you tore into the wrapper made it look easy. He tried not to think about the possibility you might have done this before, a surge of jealousy rushing through him. He really didn’t need to worry. It was just pure luck.
“Do you want me to…?”
His voice got caught in his throat, so he nodded instead, letting you take control of sliding the rubber down his length. The sight of your hands wrapped around him was a lot. He sucked in a breath, squeezing his eyes shut so he didn’t blow his load prematurely. That would really put a downer on things.
Having been quite fairly distracted, he didn’t anticipate where your head might be when he looked up again. The back of his head smashed against the underneath of your chin, drawing a hiss from you.
“Ow,” you muttered, clutching at the sore spot.
The look on his face could only be described as horrified. “I’m so sorry. Shit. Have I killed the mood?” This was potentially the worst moment of his life.
The laugh that bursted out of your chest was contagious. Despite the burning embarrassment in his stomach, he still found himself cracking up at the moment. It was just his luck to be so clumsy and unattractive in the one moment it really mattered. At least you’d both have a funny story to look back on if there was nothing else monumental about the rest of the night— with how worked up he was, he suspected that might be the case.
“I think that helped actually.”
“Giving you a concussion helped?”
You rolled your eyes, laughing to yourself. “It helped ease the tension, Alf.”
“Oh.” It was as if he hadn’t realised it until you pointed it out. His body was in fact much more relaxed now that you’d laughed about it. He huffed a laugh, rubbing a hand over his face. “Yeah, it kinda did.”
The kiss you planted on his lips caught him by surprise, but he quickly melted into it. He moved with you as you laid your back down on the bed, placing his hands either side of your head so the weight of his body didn’t crush you. The butterflies in your tummy intensified now that he was hovering over you. He was visibly anxious too, but still had that same boyish charm that he always did.
When your eyes met you both knew it was now or never. “You sure?”
You craned your neck, stealing a quick kiss in a final attempt to calm your nerves. “Positive,” you confirmed.
The shaky breath he let out made you smile. It was nice to know he was equally as nervous, although you should’ve guessed that from the way everything was going wrong earlier.
His gaze shifted briefly, flickering down your body while he lined himself up. He didn’t want to make any wrong move now, the last thing he’d want is to hurt you, so he needed full concentration. His jaw clenched at the first gentle push of his hips, eyelids fluttering slightly as he tried to get used to the new sensation.
A gasp left your lips, hand tightening on his bicep at the initial stretch. You weren’t the only one whose brain was short-circuiting. Alfie’s stomach was doing flips upon feeling your tight heat for the first time. Nothing he ever imagined could live up to the actual experience. But it was hard for him to lose himself in the feeling when he was worried about you. His eyes roamed every inch of your face, trying to look out for any sign of discomfort– or god forbid pain. The last thing he wanted to do was make this anything but good. You were both supposed to enjoy yourselves.
He brushed your hair out of your face, dipping his head down to meet your eyes. “You okay?”
You inhaled sharply, holding it until his hips met yours, then breathed out slowly. You nodded. “I’m okay. Just need a minute.”
“Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”
The way his thumb rubbed circles on your hip definitely helped soothe you. After the discomfort faded, you were able to appreciate how he felt inside of you for the first time. You hadn’t expected to feel so full, but it was dizzying. It was as if he’d squeezed all the air out of your lungs. You couldn’t get enough, free hand splayed over his abs, nails lightly scratching against the hard muscle. Your back arched up into the sensation, shifting him that tiny bit deeper in a move that made you both gasp.
“Okay, you can move.”
His movements were clumsy at first. A little uncertain and jagged, but he quickly seemed to get the hang of it.
Alfie wasn’t sure he’d ever felt this good in his whole life. He really hoped the sounds escaping his mouth weren’t too embarrassing, though taking one look at your blissed out face made him think they probably weren’t even registering in your head. You were in a world of your own. He reached up and laced your fingers together beside your head, smiling briefly when your hand squeezed his own.
Maybe you weren’t totally lost after all.
When he finally stopped overthinking, he quickly came to notice the silence on your part. Now he had a whole other thing to worry about. He hated the idea that he potentially wasn’t making you feel good. In his eyes, if he couldn’t hear how good you felt, you must not have felt good.
“You okay? Am I doing alright?” He paused briefly, a little out of breath as he gazed down at you.
Your eyes snapped open in confusion. “What?”
“You’re really quiet. Does it not feel good?” There was a hint of insecurity in his voice. This was Alfie’s first time too, he wanted to know that he was doing a good job.
You laughed, a little breathless yourself. “It feels really good, Alf. I just didn’t think you’d want me to be loud.” Honestly you were still feeling rather shy about the whole thing.
“I want to know that you’re feeling good,” he admitted, brushing a thumb over your cheek, “please.”
You didn’t know if you could put into words how that simple action made your legs feel like jelly. You nodded in response to him without putting up any sort of fight. If he wanted you to moan in his ear, you absolutely would, taking into consideration your flat mates still of course.
This time when he started moving his hips again you didn’t hold back. Your lips parted, every breathy moan and high pitched whine like music to his ears. It was the ego boost he didn’t know that he needed.
He pulled out, pushing back in to keep his pace until you gave him the signal that you wanted more. Your legs tightened around his waist, knees keeping him pinned to you so that there was barely any space between your bodies. It meant he had less room to move, but it easily became worth it when you begged him to kiss you.
“Faster,” you whispered against his lips.
He let out a breath of relief, like he’d been holding back for a while. His free hand gripped the pillow next to your head, the material tight in his fist. He wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last when you were staring up at him with those big, glazed over eyes.
You took the hand that was intertwined with yours, shifting it down your body until the tips of his fingers met your clit.
“What?” He was a little too disoriented to figure out what you needed on his own.
“Need you to touch me.”
He gulped, nodding rapidly. “Okay.”
His fingers swiped over the sensitive area in a way that made your breath hitch and your back arch ever so slightly further. Once he’d calmed his shaking nerves, his movements became steadied with constant circling motions.
You cursed under your breath, whining quietly. “Harder.”
To say he’d held back for so long out of fear of overwhelming you, he was now a little surprised at how much more you were begging for. It was hard to believe you were the same shy girl that got flustered when he kissed you. But he wasn’t going to deny you what you wished for.
As his orgasm approached, his rhythm faltered, both in his hips and with his hand, until eventually it disappeared altogether. His movements became jagged once again, eyes fluttering shut as he tried to put off the inevitable. He wanted this to be good for you, finishing now before you felt a little like failure on his part.
You could basically see his thought process. “Alf, it’s okay.” He had already given you one great orgasm and a love confession, it felt pretty selfish for you to expect anything else. He didn’t see it that way.
“No. It’s not fair.”
You smiled. “It’s alright. I love you.”
Much like the spontaneous words had done for you earlier, hearing those 3 words leave your lips in this moment pushed him over the edge.
The sound that escaped his lips made your stomach tighten.
He buried his face in your neck, wishing to be as near to you as possible as his body shivered with the effects of his orgasm. You ran your hands up and down the length of his back, every touch raising goosebumps on his skin. You placed a kiss behind his ear, waiting for him to finish riding out his high.
When he finally felt like his brain wasn’t so foggy anymore, he relieved you of his weight on top of your body, pulling out to dispose of the condom.
You grabbed his shirt from where he carelessly tossed it on the floor next to the bed, planning to dress yourself in it so you didn’t feel so exposed while you slept. Apparently Alfie didn’t agree with this.
“What are you doing?”
Your brow furrowed, lowering the shirt from where you were about to slip it over your head. “Getting dressed? It’s cold in here, Alf.”
“Did you think we were done?”
“Yeah. I mean, I finished, you definitely finished. What else is there?”
The grin that crossed his face was wicked. He didn’t say anything as he wrapped his hands around your thighs, tugging you down the bed until your back was flat against the mattress once again and he was comfortably between your legs on his stomach. His plan quickly became clear at this point.
He placed a kiss just under your belly button, a silent promise that he was going to try and make this good for you. Your stomach fluttered with a mixture of nerves and excitement. You weren’t sure which one outweighed the other yet.
His nose nudged at your clit, a tentative movement that showed what he was intending to do. A soft sigh came from your parted lips and that’s when he relented, deciding that any insecurity was outweighed by the need to make you feel good.
He tried to do what he thought was right. He focused most of his attention on your clit, but what he lacked in technique he made up for plenty in enthusiasm.
A groan left his lips as he checked your expression to make sure he was doing something right. Your mouth hung open, head tilted back into the pillow. For a split second he got distracted by the sight of you– the curve of your chest and the way your breath stuttered was nearly mesmerising. He was only snapped back into the moment when you bucked your hips towards him, a silent demand for more.
He was going to take that as a good sign.
The hands on your thighs tightened their grip, keeping you from closing them around his head like they were threatening to do with every wiggle of your hips. It was like you’d forgotten how to sit still. “Doing so well. Just stay still for me,” he muttered, dragging a whine from you. He wasn’t sure if it was his words that did it or the motion of swiping his tongue against your slit, but either way he wanted to hear more of it.
Your brain felt like you were going to explode. You didn’t know you could feel so many different things in one night, but now that you had you knew there was no going back.
“Oh, my god,” you squealed, back arching off the mattress. With a final hum against you, the tightness in your stomach finally unravelled. You gasped, fingers briefly tightening in his hair as he finally got what he wanted. Your legs trembled around his head. “Fuck, Alfie.”
“Was that okay?” He was teasing, you knew that, but there was a hint of sincerity to it. Despite the life-changing orgasm, part of him was still nervous that he could have done a bad job.
“Are you joking? My head’s spinning.”
He looked pretty smug as he wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. That was just another thing he could successfully tick off his list of stuff he’d never done.
He dropped down onto the bed beside you, the two of you attempting to catch your breath after everything that had just happened.
You seemed to come back to reality much quicker than him.
You draped yourself over him, wanting to be as close as possible right now, chin resting on your arms so you could gaze up at him. He looked beautiful. A little disheveled, with his tousled hair and a light sheen to his skin. His lips were slightly swollen, tinted red, parted slightly as he tried to catch his breath. If you weren’t a little worn out and vulnerable right now, you would have proposed going again. Maybe in the morning…
He was stuck in a daze, head still spinning at the idea that tonight had actually happened. He ran his fingertips mindlessly up and down your spine, sending shivers through your body.
The words tumbled out before you realised what you were doing. “I love you, Alfie.”
His glassy eyes flickered down to you, a smile crossing his face, while one of his hands came to rest on your cheek. Your words seemed to bring him back from his thoughts into the moment. He was glad you finally said it after his accidental confession earlier. “I love you. Fuck. I’m, like, really in love with you.”
You didn’t expect him to have such a sudden rush of energy. He basically launched himself at you, flipping the two of you over so your back was flat on the mattress, dotting kisses across your face wherever he could reach. Your laughter was loud, probably annoying every single one of your flatmates, but you were far too happy to care.
When his lips finally met yours, you hummed happily. You’d spent months getting to know Alfie now, but you didn’t think you really knew him until this very moment– every part of him.
“I love you,” he whispered. He said it just so he could hear you say it again.
alfie buttle x reader
summary: you and a stranger are forced to live together for a week with no contact to the outside world
notes: someone help me with a team name pls
trapped masterlist
Day One
11:45 AM
Your suitcase was heavy and way too full, the zip was threatening to re-open with every stair you climbed, the apartment building was large and full of cameras but you expected nothing less from the sidemen
Your friend Tobi had begged for you to be in their most recent video due to someone pulling out last minute, all you knew about said video was living with a stranger for a week and competing with 2 other duos to complete the most challenges successfully earning points for your team
You weren't a stranger to sidemen videos, you'd been in multiple over the years, leading to a major growth in your YouTube channel, where you posted weekly vlogs about your day to day life
"Thought you guys were meant to be loaded" you deadpanned the camera nearby as you lugged your suitcase up the stairs "cant afford a bloody lift"
You eventually reached the floor of your flat for the week, the door labelled 208 was unlocked, thankfully as you hadn't received any keys
The living room was large enough for a 3 seater cream sofa with a small coffee table placed in front and a large tv which seemed to have no remote
"You definitely skimped out on this one" you walked towards the kitchen opening the draws and cupboards to see 2 bowls, 2 plates and 2 pairs of knives and forks "definitely a second channel vid"
You continued to snoop before the letter box in the front door opened and shut with a clang dropping a single envelope on the floor, you hurried over quick to read the secret document
The front of the envelope read 'for readers eyes only' you quickly ripped it open not caring to save the envelope
"Reader, your new roomate will be arriving in 2 minutes, your first challenge is to scare them upon arrival" you laughed at the note before quickly moving to behind the front door where they would enter it was a boring place to hide but it was the first place you saw
The wait for the door to open felt way longer than it was due to the anticipation, you didn't know who to expect, you knew majority of the people in the uk YouTube scene partially due to how many sidemen videos you had appeared in
When the door opened you barely had chance to look at the figure entering before you screamed making them jump
"Fuck off" a large man said holding his hand over his heart "nearly gave me a heart attack" his voice was rough compared to yours
"Sorry" you laughed "it was my first challenge" your voice was sincere despite your laughter at his reaction "i'm reader" you held out your hand finally taking the mans apparence in
He obviously worked out regularly, he was a large man with his curly brown hair cut recently into a mullet, and a pair of coloured sunglasses covering his eyes, you wouldn't lie he was very attractive
"AB" he responded taking your hand and making a weak attempt at eye contact without blushing "have you been here long?" he questioned moving to look around the flat
"Just got here, cupboards are practically empty" you warned as he moved to the kitchen, leaving his suitcase near the front door next to yours
"It's nice though" he spoke turning back around to you "bit small for the sidemen" he laughed opening the fridge to see its empty
"That's what I was thinking" you smiled "so what kind of content do you make?" you asked wanting to get to know the man more
"Just do vlogs really" he laughed to himself
"Me too" you exclaimed "this is gonna be easy we've got so much in common already"
"Have you seen the bedrooms yet?" AB asked walking down the hallway you'd yet to discover
"No I've only had time to look around the kitchen" you confessed following him to the other side of the flat
The two of you stood outside 3 doors one labelled 'diary room' and when you opened the other two you found a bathroom and a bedroom containing a double bed
"One room" AB spoke slowly unsure of what to do in the awkward environment "one bed"
"Thats one way to break the tension" you laughed feeling slightly nervous to share a bed with the 6 foot man
~
12:15 PM
Later in the diary room you sat there in silence, looking around the room unsure what to do, AB or Alfie as he said you could call him had already done his first interview so now it was your turn
"Reader, how do you like the flat" a voice spoke making you jump a little
"It's very nice, were lacking a bit on basic necessities like food" you shifted in the chair trying to get comfortable "but overall, its nice"
"How do you like your new roommate?" the feminine robotic voice asked its tone remaining consistent
"He's great, seems like a good guy, im presuming we have 2 very different fan bases which will be interesting considering we do similar things" you truthfully looked into the camera, a smile making its way to your face
"Please return to the living room, your first challenge awaits"
~
12:25 PM
"AB and reader, this is your first official challenge together" you read from the card on the kitchen counter "you will be competing against the 2 other duos, so you need to try your best" you slid the card over to AB allowing him to read the rest
"You will be participating in the blind, deaf challenge, the blind participant must do all physical aspects of the challenge, the team who wins will receive 3 points" he read out making you laugh "please open your front door"
"Sounds like a torture method" you moved to the front door finding numerous ingredients, noise cancelling headphones and a blindfold
"I'm shit at baking" Alfie confessed holding his hands up "so i'll let you be in charge" he stepped back
"Okay, so do you wanna be blindfolded, so I can see?" you asked handing him the blindfold
"How the fuck do you tie this?" he struggled holding the black cloth around his eyes struggling to secure it on
"Lean down" you giggled moving to help the man
He complied quickly moving down to help you reach near his eyes
"You're actually tiny" Alfie told you now completely blind after you tied the back of the cloth into a knot
"Compared to you, who isn't" you organised all ingredients out onto the counter before placing your headphone on top of your head "I presume we're suppose to be making cupcakes" you assumed looking at what's in front of you
"Okay I can do that" AB hyped himself up forgetting you cant hear him "what do I do now?" he waited for your response "oh fuck, you cant hear" he laughed at himself
"So" you started talking at a volume way too loud for unprotected ears "im gonna hand you the ingredients i just need you to pour it into the bowl in front of you"
"Can do" he responded taking the first packet off you and tipping it upside down
"Great, that was really good" you praised "okay now the milk, be careful yeah" you grabbed his hand to carefully pass him the liquid, the constant contact with you made his face flush not use to this much physical touch "now the egg, can I help do you think that's allowed?" you questioned not wanting him to smash the egg everywhere
"not sure girl" alfie responded forgetting again you cant hear
"ill just guide your hand" you spoke taking his hand again and gently cracking the egg on the side of the bowl "were doing so good" you held your hand up to high five the man eventually noticing he cant see and moving his hand to hit yours "mixing time" without your guidence alfies hands plunged into the unmixed dough
"Ugh, that's a horrible feeling when you cant see it" he complained with a laugh
Eventually everything was mixed to your standards and you and Alfie had somehow managed to put the mixture into a tray and now you had to put it in the oven
"Okay move this way" you placed your hands on Alfie's waist trying to manoeuvre him around the kitchen "stop" he stopped moving in front of the oven and you lowered him till he placed it inside "done" you took your headphones off and he removed his blindfold
"That was easy" he high-fived you again "we've got this in the bag"
"I don't even know what the challenge was, fastest?" you questioned as it wasn't mentioned on the card
"We were rapid to be fair"
~
12:45 PM
The cupcakes had come out the oven perfectly, you jumped up and down in happiness
"AB please come to the diary room" the voice from above spoke and he swiftly moved to the room down the hallway whilst you moved to sit on the sofa
"The smell is making me hella hungry" you admitted to no one in particular hearing your stomach rumble
"AB how did you find the challenge?" the voice asked and AB sighed
"Gyal got a bit touchy, not that I minded she's an absolute rocket" he confessed holding his hands up jokingly
"Where do you think you've placed?"
"Easy number one" Alfie admitted "reader was great at directing i was great at listening for once, we had great teamwork"
~
1:20 PM
The two of you had to wait presumably for the other teams to finish their baking, you passed time by talking about your lives outside of social media
"What would you say is your favourite thing?" you asked looking at the man sat next to you lounging on the sofa "like ever"
"Uh" he thought about it for a minute "probably my house down in the woods, called the grotto, i love it" he smiled at you "white monster is very close second though"
"That makes sense" you told him truthfully "you seem like a wilderness guy"
"Got a gaff in London too, don't rate it as much though" he explained before asking his question "if you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?"
"I like Australia, I've always wanted to go" you answer quickly "its always hot and has sunny beaches"
"That's not a bad shout" Alfie responded before he was cut off by the voice
"Players, the results have been decided" you and Alfie both perked up "in last place with 1 point is Arthur tv and Danny Aarons" you and Alfie looked at each other with hope "in first place with 3 points is AB and reader, AB and reader combined with readers successful challenge earlier you have 4 points total"
"Oh my gosh" you exclaimed moving off the sofa to jump in celebration
"Lets fucking go"
~
3:25 PM
"I'm so hungry" you told Alfie as you leaned on the kitchen counter
"Yeah when are they actually giving us food" he took a sip from his water bottle "it must be like illegal not to right"
"Surely" you agreed "had to hand in our winning cupcakes" you laughed
~
4:05 PM
"AB and reader please open your front door" the voice told you and you quickly moved racing Alfie to the door
Obviously he reached it first the handle almost flying off the door as he pulled the door open
"Food" you exclaimed happily as AB brought a variety of foods forwards "this will last us ages" it was just the basics, nothing fancy or particularly exciting, you were just super hungry
"Could be a worse selection i guess" he deadpanned the camera "don't know how i'll survive without a monster"
~
7:55 PM
Later you and AB had both made seperate meals but ate together at the kitchen island
"I'm excited for the rest of the challenges" you told him whilst blowing on your tomato soup looking at him a few feet away
"They're gonna throw in some twists, gotta keep it entertaining" Alfie responded
"Yeah I agree" you started "we should have a team name"
"You think?" Alfie questioned with a laugh watching you take small spoonful's of your soup
"We could make a team banner and everything" your eyes glistened with the possibilities whilst AB just laughed with you "im serious, this flat is so boring, we need decorations especially if were here for a full week"
"I get you, it is a bit bleak in here" he looked to the plain walls around you trying to imagine some nice prints or paintings
~
8:30 PM
"Voice" you greeted in the diary room trying to squeeze onto the small chair with Alfie
"Is that what were calling her, voice?" he asked with a giggle
"What else would you call her?" you retorted "anyways, we would like to request lots of paper, pens, paint and a banner"
"A whole trees worth pretty please" Alfie added staring into the camera "this is the only thing we will ask for"
"Ever" you promised with uncertainty holding your pinkie out to the screen
"Your request will arrive tomorrow" the familiar robotic voice answered making you light up in excitement as you looked up towards the speaker
"This is gonna be so good" you promised Alfie finally looking back at him and watching him mog the camera "trust me"
"I'm trusting" AB moved to fix his hair in the reflection of the camera lens
~
9:00 PM
"Who are the other teams again?" you asked Alfie, you two back in the living room again, you were trying to prolong going to bed as the thought of the two of you sharing made you super nervous
"Bach and Beano" he tried to recall from what the voice said earlier in the day "tv and Danny Aarons"
"I think Arthur and Danny are the biggest threat to us" you confessed "they're probably being super serious about the competition, well Arthur anyway"
The video flashed back to the previous challenge and the absolute carnage caused by the two youtubers, screaming, shouting and the mess they ended up having to clean
"I'm the only girl" you realised "so we have to win or the sidemen hate women" you smirked into the camera making Alfie laugh
Due to the late time you had both changed into your night clothes, you had your cute satin pyjamas whilst Alfie was just in a white tank top and grey joggers, a deadly combo
"FYI I can only sleep shirtless" he confessed when your conversation flattened out making you raise your eyebrows
"Right okay" you responded "fuck I forgot there is only one bed" you looked up at him
"I can sleep here" he patted the sofa making you instantly wince, it wasn't the comfiest thing ever, his back would be ruined in the morning
"That's actual cruelty, we can just stay on opposite sides of the bed" you told him, not wanting to cause him any unnecessary pain
~
9:45 PM
"Why the flip have you only got one bed" you looked into the camera "I hope every team is getting this treatment"
"Every team is getting the same treatment" the robotic voice confirmed for you
The video moved from you to AB in the diary room
"Nah, this is bout to be bare awkward, known reader for what 10-12 hours and shes gonna see me with my mouth tape, games gone"
"You sure you don't want me on the sofa?" Alfie asked for what seemed like the thousandth time not wanting to make you uncomfortable, his shirt was long discarded but you weren't complaining
"I'm 100% sure" you confirmed moving onto the large bed "its big enough for 3 people anyway and we can do the barrier method" you giggled at your own suggestion grabbing two spare pillows and placing it in between you two
"Cant even hit a doom scroll" AB spoke the sadness apparent in his voice as he laid next to you in the bed "way too early for sleep"
"We can play a game" you suggested sitting up to look at him over the pillow "I brought monopoly in my case"
"As long as I can be the dog" he sat up, his hair at the back flattening down due to the pillow
~
11:45 PM
You were struggling to keep your eyes open as you moved his piece around the edge of the board, you were almost 2 hours in and neither of you were close to winning or losing
"Ha you owe me 150" Alfie told you leaning back on his elbows on the wooden floor, accentuating his arm muscles in the best way which your eyes immediately drifted to
"Ugh" you groaned leaning over to pass him the monopoly paper, a yawn leaving your mouth
"You tired?" his voice softened as he asked the question
"A bit" you responded passing him the dice fighting off another yawn
"We can go bed if you want?" his accent came through a bit more making you laugh and nod
User1: justice for Beano and Bach
ABvloggin: that guy with the blindfold mogs everyone
-> ArthurFrederick: thanks man
User2: reader is so cringe
-> User3: faceless profile shut up
User4: can't wait for next sunday!
DannyAarons: never thought making cupcakes was so hard
summary: you worry that alfie’s priorities might lay with the defender over you
content: established relationship , angst w/ comfort , car crash , swearing , paramedic fearing dv , limited injury description , minor panic attack
notes: have wanted to do this for a while because i feel like it’s a pretty common trope, but also i can #relate. i remember seeing this first as a steve harrington fic, i just can’t remember the writer but if i find it i’ll tag it in the comments! xx
wc: 2,330
BORROWING THE DEFENDER was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Alfie cherished that thing like it was his first born child, so for him to give you the keys for a quick grocery shop felt like he might as well just propose to you on the spot.
Albeit, he’d done it with reluctance, but you’d batted your eyelashes enough and promised him a night of whatever he wanted, and he caved pretty quickly after that.
It wasn’t that you were a bad driver, not by any means (you were arguably more sensible than Alfie in some cases) but he really didn’t play when it came to that car, and the thought of anyone else driving it but him made him feel a little ill inside.
It was supposed to be a quick trip, pop to the shop, stock up on some toiletries you were missing and even possibly grab a sweet treat or a nice drink for you and Alfie to enjoy.
What you hadn’t anticipated was a fumbling deer in the road staring straight at you as you drove towards it on the way back home.
You hadn’t noticed it until it was too late, and by that time, there wasn’t enough space to slam on the breaks, so your brain did the only other thing it could think of that wouldn’t result in the death of an innocent animal, and it forced your hands to jerk the steering wheel to the left, veering straight off the road.
The grassy ground was uneven immediately, causing you to jostle violently in your seat before hitting an awfully deep dent, sending the car sideways.
You didn’t remember much after that, it was all a blur of that annoying car alarm blaring down your ears, making the pounding in your head worsen, and rushed voices trying to speak to you.
What you could recall actually seeing with a family van parked to the side of the road, the mum and dad standing out of at and talking to some paramedics as another loaded you into the back of the ambulance.
“The deer.” You slurred, head hazy and eyes barely open, “It was a baby.”
“The deer is okay, honey. Now we’re gonna get you to the hospital and check you over okay?” The lady tending to you was a little older than you, possibly mid-30’s, but you couldn’t tell too much.
Everything hurt.
Everything.
Your head felt like it was the size of a large watermelon, and the pressure behind your skull was unbearable. On top of that, your skin felt burnt and sensitive, raw and stripped back, like you were missing layers of protectivity.
“Car … Alfie.” You managed to get out.
“The car belongs to Alfie? Who’s Alfie, sweetheart? Your boyfriend?”
Somehow, you managed a weak nod.
“Okay, well once we get you to the hospital, we’ll call Alfie, yeah?”
“No.” You frowned, “No, he can’t— His car—“
You let out a weak sob, surprising yourself for even having the energy to do so.
Energy aside, the force of the display of emotion caused your ribs to rattle uncomfortably in your chest.
There was a trickle of something down the side of your head, and you couldn’t decipher as to whether or not it was panicked sweat, or blood. When you barely felt the scrape of a towel against your skin dabbing it away, you assumed the latter.
“He’s gonna kill me.”
A flash of worry appeared on the paramedic’s face, but she continued to focus on you, not letting her thoughts stray away from getting you the help you needed.
“I’m sure he won’t, honey. You matter more than the car.”
If you thought the blur after the crash was bad, you were severely underestimating how much being in the hospital could’ve felt like a terrifyingly lucid dream.
You’d been cleaned up, and had a bandage secured tightly around your forehead in a way that surely made you look ridiculous.
There were numerous doctors checking things on you, sometimes the same things over and over, and they kept asking you questions that felt so small and insignificant, like ‘how old are you?’ or ‘do you remember your name?’.
Of course you knew those things, but when they started to enquire about where you thought you were and what hospital you were likely to be in, your brain suddenly felt disconnected from the rest of you, because you were supposed to know that type of thing, and you didn’t.
“Alright, that’s fine. We’re gonna run some scans, okay?” The doctor said in an attempt to calm your blatant nerves.
The scans came and went, and in the time it took for you to get the results, the doctors had informed you that your boyfriend had been phoned and was on his way, in which you’d had a minor moment of panic for fear of his reaction.
You knew nothing bad was going to come of it, but you really did fear the worst. And that would be a break up.
Seriously, you were half expecting it, and you wouldn’t really blame him.
To take someone’s prized possession, promise not to damage it, and then do the utmost amount of damage possible to it was an awful thing to do, especially when that person was the love of your life.
It held the same amount of weight if Alfie was to take all of your adorable ceramic trinkets that you’d spent years collecting, put them in a box without packaging and ruthlessly start chucking it about.
When he came rushing down the hallway and into your room, you burst into tears, instantaneously spurting spluttered apologies that were interrupted by sharp intakes of breath that you could never quite get to level out.
The nurse in your room stared skeptically at the interaction. She was the same one that had had a conversation with the paramedic that had tended to you. Her hands seemed to never both be occupied at the same time, so if she needed to intervene, she had the freedom to.
“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay.” Alfie cooed, cupping your face with such care and gentleness you thought he considered the possibility of you breaking right then and there.
“I’m so sorry about the car!” You wailed, “I’m so sorry— There was a deer, and it was just a baby, and I didn’t wanna hit it, and I swerved—“
“Angel, angel, breathe.” He whispered, stroking his thumbs over your cheekbones, wary of the little cuts on the one side of your face.
You copied his pattern of breathing by placing your hand flat on his chest and following the rise and fall of it.
Eventually you calmed and he was smiling, albeit still a little shaky in his movements to hold and caress you.
“I don’t care about the car. I care about you.”
“Stop lying. If you want to break up—“
“What?” He whispered like a hiss, face contorted into one of horror at the thought, “No, no, no, no, no, I don’t want to break up, what the fuck, darlin’?”
“But the Defender is your baby and I ruined it—“
“You’re my baby.” He corrected you, staring at you with glossed over eyes and a distress-ridden face, “The Defender was the last thing on my mind when I got that call. Reader, I thought you were dying. I-I didn’t give a shit about the state of the car, I gave a shit about the state of you.”
“Are you sure? Alf, I’m so sorry.”
“Stop, stop.” He shook his head, brushing your hair back to get a glimpse at the entirety of your face uncovered.
Alfie’s eyes seemed to follow every feature on your face, soaking them all up and committing them to memory (as if he hadn’t already).
You hadn’t let your eyes leave his once either, and by the time that stunningly intimate moment was up, you were sure that you could draw Alfie’s eyes picture perfectly, down to every green spec and detailed flick of light that reflected off of his teary iris’.
“What’s the damage?” He finally croaked, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.
“We’re just getting the scan reports now.” The nurse piped up, reminding you that she had been in the room the entire time, “In terms of body injuries, nothing major. Bruised ribs, deep friction burn from the seat belt cutting into her skin, but nothing that you should worry about.”
“Can I see?” Alfie asked you.
Nervously, you unravelled the hospital gown you’d been given, letting it fall into your lap and reveal the sight of your injuries to your boyfriend.
“Shit, Reader.” He whispered, his hand hovering over your chest, wanting to touch and soothe, but not wanting to cause any extra pain.
“They’ll go away in about two weeks. It’ll hurt, and you’ll wanna refrain from lying on your chest, scratching it or applying any pressure in general.” The nurse explained, standing in front of you, “There’s a chance of scarring around here.” She gestured a finger to the swell of your breast where the marks were the darkest, “Because that’s where the seatbelt cut the most.”
Alfie’s hand came around your back, resting just between your shoulder blades in a comforting manner, his palm running over the expanse of your back.
Once you got your scans back, they briefed you on the issues at hand. Nothing was awful, which was the most relieving thing of it all, but there were signs of a minor concussion that would need to be monitored for the rest of the day and tomorrow.
Alfie had no qualms about doing that all, in fact he seemed more in tune with what the doctors were saying than you. He was nodding along, asking the appropriate questions, all while you sat there, silently picking at the skin around your fingers.
What you thought was going to become an overnight stay resulted in another quick change of clothes and a dosage of painkillers before they let you leave with the prescribed medication to dull any of the discomfort you were about to face throughout the next few days.
Alfie’s mum had driven to the hospital to pick you up since the Defender was a total wreck at the shop (hopefully) and she immediately began fussing over you.
Surprisingly, she turned it around into Alfie, arguing that he shouldn’t have let you go to the shops on your own or something like that.
You shut her down quickly, not wanting your boyfriend to take the blame for something that was finally coming to light as no one’s fault.
Still, she gave her son another harsh glare before ushering you both to her car.
After dropping you off at the grotto and demanding that Alfie looked after you for the next month at least (like he was ever going to not do that) she left, leaving the two of you alone in your house.
Alfie wasted no time in pulling you carefully into his lap on the sofa, letting you curl up in his arms and get comfy against him.
You were still feeling a little woozy, which was to be expected especially since you’d been given medicine before you left, so it didn’t take long for your eyes to flutter shut against his chest and his arms to tighten a fraction around you.
“Do you promise me that you’re okay?” Alfie whispered, stroking his fingers through your hair cautiously, not wanting to tug too hard and cause anymore pain to your head.
You nodded, “I promise.”
“Alright, girl.” He hummed, his voice rumbling from his chest down your ear.
“Do you promise me that you’re not mad about the Defender?” You asked back.
“Mad? No. A little upset, yeah. But it’s fine. She’s replaceable, you’re not. Ever. I’d rather lose a hundred Defenders than ever lose just you, so please don’t think I’ll ever put a car over you.”
“I just felt awful.”
“I know, but I don’t want you to. I’ll sort stuff out with the car tomorrow, but you’re still my priority. Whatever you need, I’m here.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay.”
“I love you so much, Reader.”
“I love you too, Alfie.”
“You’re never allowed to scare me like that again, d’you hear me?” He said.
You giggled a little at that but nodded anyway, lifting your head off of his chest to look him in the eyes.
“I’m serious. I knew something was wrong when you took longer than an hour, and when I got that call? Fuck, angel, I nearly started shouting at the taxi driver to start speeding and swerving.”
“Well, I’m glad you didn’t do that.”
“It would’ve been worth it.”
You sighed heavily, your chest deflating drastically, causing an acute amount of pain that showed through a minuscule twitch of your brows.
Alfie was quick with it, “What hurts?”
“Alfie.”
“Tell me.”
“I just breathed too hard. I’m fine.”
He gave you a skeptical look but backed down anyway.
“How’s my face? Do I have to shelter myself from society?” You half-joked.
He shook his head, “Still beautiful.”
“Okay, thank you. But, seriously.”
He reached a hand up, finger lightly tracing the grazing on your temple and above your eyebrow, “A few cuts here.” His touch travelled down to your cheekbone, where it was stained a reddish colour that would slowly fade to purple within the next few hours, “A bruise.”
Your confidence deflated as he continued, and it was that that urged him to stop.
“Hey.” He hummed, picking your chin up, “You still look gorgeous.”
“But not perfect.” You whispered.
“A perfect you to me isn’t one in pain.” He replied softly.
You pursed your lips, dropping your forehead down to his collarbone. He brought his hand to the back of your head, stroking his thumb over your hair in a way that had you melting into him.
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