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(n.mackinnon) — i just had sex with my ex in a new york apartment
a/n: i was sad after the mikko trade and so this happened. i finally got around to finishing it. not proofread and i wrote this entirely on my phone. do with that what you will. and welp, i don’t know what that ending was. so i hope you guys like it anyways <3
word count: +7.1k
synopsis: | based on the song sex with my ex by fletcher | the biggest trade in hockey in years has you texting your ex, something you swore you would never do. but you thought it would be harmless.
warnings: mentions of the mikko rantanen trade, smut — (oral female, unprotected!sex) cursing, accidental injury, mentions of blood, descriptions of blood & bruising
if there is anything else that needs to be tagged as a warning please let me know so i can make sure it’s tagged properly!
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you bit your lip as you debated sending the message. the news playing in the background of your apartment. the wine in your system telling you to do things you shouldn’t, but you wanted to.
you were in shock. the whole hockey world was in shock. what the hell were they doing?
you had already texted mikko and he had responded. despite everything that had happened between you and his friend, you remained friends with some of the guys on the team. even after your ‘traitorous’ move to new york.
you were now working for a different team. donning different colors and cheering on different guys.
which they all hated. but you had grown up in colorado, and no matter what, you wanted them all to succeed.
so you kept following them. you followed the moves of what was happening with the denver based team and tried not to think about him, but how could you not? he was the face of the goddamn team.
did he think about you?
despite talking to mel and gabe all the time, you’d never ask that question.
you’d shut him out after moving. it was best for you and in the end, it was best for him to. he went back to just focusing on hockey and forgetting what it was like to hold you, to sleep beside you.
but his nights were restless and wanting. there were bags under his eyes and he seemed tenser than usual in the weeks that followed the break up.
reporters across the league talked about it. how he was exploding on the ice, a hot head.
and you hated that you had caused it, but it wasn’t you who had led to the demise of your relationship. you had promised you weren’t gonna blame him, but you did.
you were only human.
but it didn’t matter now, things had started to settle down. and the relationship that had lasted years, was over now. and you were settled in a new city. with a new team. and you hadn’t thought about him for over a year. well, that’s a lie.
you hadn’t talked to him in over a year.
even when they made their east coast road trip and the guys insisted on seeing you, he didn’t come. and you knew why. because you wouldn’t have shown up he was there.
on the ice when you were taking pictures and conducting rink side interviews and shooting content, cale and mikko stopped by to chat before the game.
you tried to pay attention but you couldn’t, not with his eyes on you.
your breath was catching in your throat, your heart speeding up. sweat furrowing your brow.
it was like that every time you saw him.
so why the hell were you texting him now?
you definitely were blaming the wine.
i’m sorry about mikko.
that was all you said. simple. nothing more, nothing less.
a tiny dialogue. something easy.
this was the biggest thing to come out of the avs front office since…well ever.
you chewed on your bottom lip and sipped on your wine as you watched anxiously for the little dots to appear.
you practically dropped your phone on the counter when they appeared.
your heart sank when they disappeared. but then they appeared again. it happened several times.
you breathed deeply and set your phone down on the counter and ran a hand through your hair.
you paced around your apartment and looked out across the skyline. it was late at night, but the city lights were still bright.
trying to pay attention to the news playing on your tv, you stared blankly at the screen.
they were talking about the same thing you had been thinking about. the damn fucking mikko trade.
of course, there were some really shitty takes. and you expected nothing less from biz.
you huffed and chugged another sip of your red.
the phone buzzed on the counter and you almost choked as you rushed over.
the name on the phone you hadn’t seen in so long.
it fucking sucks.
wow, what a way with words, you thought. he always had a talent.
all that waiting for this. honestly, you didn’t know why you were disappointed.
you were just about to shut your phone off and go to bed, ignore what you started when your phone lit up again.
you home?
a lump formed in your throat and you had to read the message six times trying to understand it.
yes. why? are you in new york?
you waited with baited breath as the bubbles popped up on the screen again and disappeared.
ugh! you felt like screaming and throwing your phone across the room.
will be. we land in 20.
god. what do you do? oh my god. he wants to come over. for what? oh. you’re not stupid. you know what he wants to come over for.
you were just about to text back when another message popped up.
can i come over?
against your better judgment, you were texting him your address and turning your phone off.
you chugged the rest of your wine before pouring yourself another huge glass.
you felt frantic as you looked around your place. it was decently clean. should you pick up before he comes?
no. god no, you should shower. most definitely shower before he gets here.
what were you doing? you asked yourself as you made your way to the shower.
the shower wasn’t comforting as you frantically scrubbed yourself clean and tried to blow dry your hair so it wasn’t soaking wet when he got here.
you drank more wine as you stand in front of your dresser debating what to put on. you knew him so well. would it be obvious if you put on one of his favorites? would that say something to him? would he read into it?
the wine was clouding your mind. you weren’t thinking clearly as you slipped the white lace over your skin.
you checked your phone for messages. there were none, so you made your way to your closet and searched for something you hadn’t thought about in ages.
although, it was still your favorite piece of clothing. and you’d never give it back to him.
even if he asked.
though, he never would. and you knew he never would.
he liked seeing you in it too much. the day you walked out wearing it was one of the worst days of his life.
you held it close to you, staring at your reflection in the mirror. because what were you doing?
here you were…in your new city. putting on his favorite set, putting on his shirt. inviting him into your safe space for what? to have sex? was it harmless? fuck no. you knew it wouldn’t be.
but as you thought about him. the broadness of his shoulders, the crook of his nose and how it felt buried in your cunt, you were throwing on the old fabric.
you debated more wine, but anymore and you’d probably throw up so you decided on some water. water with some liquid iv. you hated the taste. it was definitely not as fun as what you had just been drinking, but you were not about to miss out on what you had basically invited to your place.
your skin was crawling as you crossed your legs in anticipation and stared out the window.
when your intercom buzzed you fell off the couch. you hit the floor with a thud and you scrambled off the ground rushing to it.
“who is it?” you asked hitting the button. you knew damn well who it was.
there was a huff of annoyance and god you hated what it did to you.
“it’s me.” his voice. god his voice. you hadn’t heard it in person in so long. only just what had played on your tv or over your phone.
you felt weak in the knees as your shaky finger buzzed him in.
the minutes that took him to climb the stairs to your fifth floor apartment felt like hours.
you were slumped against the door practically panting.
how were you still this down bad for him? you swear it hadn’t been this way. you felt strangely pathetic and euphoric at the same time.
when there was a knock on the door, you jumped out of your skin.
you turned on your heels and stared at the door knob. you were trying to calm your breathing and get your hand to stop shaking so bad.
“y/n.”
your eyes fluttered shutter when he called his name and in a trance, you opened the door for him.
“nate.” you breathed.
his breath hitched in his throat as the door swung open. the sound of his name on your lips was heavenly to him.
you were standing there, cheeks flushed. no doubt from wine. he wasn’t stupid, nate knew what had driven the text to him. your hair damp and tossed to the side.
his eyes trailed down, landing on the hoodie you were wearing. his hoodie.
his number on the arm and his team’s logo on the front. no doubt his name still on the back.
nate groaned low.
but you still heard it and it went straight to your core.
your legs were bare.
“hi.” you said breathlessly.
“hey.” nate responded and pushed his way into the apartment.
you stepped aside to accommodate his size.
nate kicked off his shoes and shrugged off his coat. he dropped it on top of his sneakers.
“you know, i have a coat rack.” you said.
“i know.” nate replied and glanced towards the door.
you rolled your eyes and picked up his coat.
hanging it up next to yours, nate watched you. secretly, he wanted to see you do that. all this time, he longed to see his coat next to yours like it had been for all of that time.
truth be told, when you texted him. he wasn’t all that shocked. the mikko news was everywhere and he knew it would reach you. that it would bring you back to him.
but he had no idea that it would bring him here. to your new york apartment on the eve of a game after they just to lost boston.
when they got to the hotel and he was checking into his room with cale and immediately leaving after final call, cale was concerned.
all he said was your name and cale understood what that meant and shut his mouth before rolling back over in his own bed.
nate made his way down the back stairs of the hotel floor and hailed a taxi. the ride to your place he was anxious. he decided against texting you on the way.
nate didn’t want to give you the chance to back out. he’d waited too long to see you, to apologize for what had happened. for not seeing you, paying enough attention. given the chance, he’d do better.
all this time, he wondered if you had a new guy. as much as he hated it and against his better judgment, he’d asked one of the players he saw you posting a lot on the team’s social to find out if you were seeing anyone.
you weren’t. and he hated that he now knew that nate was thinking about you, but it wasn’t like people didn’t know you guys had been a thing. i mean for fuck’s sake, you were standing next to him in his cup photos.
tonight, nate was gonna talk to you. after losing mikko, fuck it. he needed to air everything out.
but when you opened the door and you were standing there in his clothes, his thoughts darkened and everything went out the window.
all he could see was his cock sliding in and out of you and he knew you had been thinking the same thing.
“i hate this.” nate had been taking in the contents of your apartment, the decorations. he’d seen most of them before. you hadn’t changed. but there were new things.
the blue shirt with the new lettering and new team logo.
he picked up the shirt and it looked small in his hand like a rag as he waved it at you.
“nathan.” you said.
“what?”
“it’s where i work.”
“i know. it doesn’t mean i have to like it.”
“nate—“ you started but nathan tossed the fabric to the floor and suddenly he was in your space. backing you against the kitchen island.
“why’d you put that on?” nate asked. his tone was dark and his voice low.
his hands were resting on the countertop, your body trapped between his strong arms.
your breath was caught in your throat and you felt like you were choking on your heartbeat as you tried to speak.
before, when you had put it on…you felt so bold. so brazen, but now. here, under his gaze. you felt small. and oddly his.
although he hadn’t touched you in a year, but the both of you knew that didn’t matter. you were always his. and always would be.
“what do you mean?” you finally squeaked out. you tried to sound as normal as possible, but you knew you sounded like a mouse.
nate chuckled and you resisted the urge to crumble.
“did you put it on for me? or do you wear it all the time?” nate whispered, his lips brushing slightly over the exposed skin of your skin as he dipped his head.
oh. you moaned soft and inaudible, but nate knew you, he knew your body and he knew what his presence in your tiny was doing.
just like you knew without looking down, without feeling him, what you were doing to him.
his hands left the counter and they reached for the hem of the sweatshirt.
nate tugged at one of the lose threads. there was a slight ripping sound.
your stomach lurched.
“don’t.” it felt as if your heart was being ripped with that seam. it reminded you of that year ago when everything happened. you still hadn’t healed. you had just put a bandage over everything and moved on because you wanted him. you wanted him to fix it all, but you didn’t give him that chance because you just packed up your shit and took a new job with a new team and moved to a new city.
“i’ll give you a new one.” nate whispered. his lips closer to you this time. they were hovering over yours and you felt drunker than you had before.
desperate for him. to taste him after the longest year of your life.
“promise?” you questioned. your eyes fluttered opened and to your surprise, nate was staring at you with his big blue eyes. they were cloudy and stormy. a hint of lust in them, but something you couldn’t put a name on.
“promise.” nate nodded and as the words left his mouth, you felt whole again.
you knew you’d regret it because how could this be harmless? but you threw your arms around his neck and breathed him in.
his lips were warm and rough. slightly chapped from the cold air. nate tasted like mint and maple. you smiled to yourself. he was still using that chapstick you’d found in a market back home with him.
when you’d left, the first time nate went home, he was there with sid and saw the booth again. he bought the entire inventory. it was stupid and sidney made fun of him for it, but the older forward understood. nathan was trying to hold onto any piece of you he could.
and that damn lip balm you loved so dearly was something he carried with him always. tucked away in his pocket, his suitcase, and his hockey bag.
nate was falling into you, his arms sliding around you. his body pushing your ass into the edge of the countertop.
you gasped into him and nathan was sliding his tongue into your mouth.
his hands gripped your ass and halted you onto the countertop in one motion before sliding underneath the comfort of his hoodie and squeezing your sides.
they were heavy and familiar on your skin. you loved the feeling. after all this time, he still felt so comfortable.
nate discarded your hoodie and dropped it to the kitchen floor. you felt a chill slide up your spine. your arms flooding with goosebumps.
before nate was throwing his head back, his eyes rolling.
he groaned loudly.
“my god.”
you smiled bashful. a pink tint painting your cheeks.
“what kind of man do you think i am, y/n?” nate asked as if the both of you didn’t know he wasn’t coming here for one thing and one thing only.
“the kind who’s gonna fuck me.” you replied.
“you’re killing me.” nate said before his hands were back on you again. exploring and touching everything he could.
his lips were more harsh this time. they weren’t soft and gentle on your lips, taking their time to memorize them again. although, he’d never forgotten. now, they were latched on to your neck and his teeth were nipping your skin. you yelped and he shushed you.
you tugged at his t-shirt and nate pulled apart from you. he was annoyed now. all he wanted was to touch you.
nate was starved and you were his meal.
nate tore his shirt from his head and threw it aggressively across the room and you watched it in surprised.
he didn’t pay attention to your surprise before he was kissing you again and his hands were cupping your ass and yanking you towards the edge of the counter.
“god i missed you. i missed this ass.” nathan said with a smack.
“nathan!” you chided.
“don’t act like you don’t love it.” nate said and kissed you again. you’d protest, but he had you there.
why did this all feel so weird? you should stop it, you thought. this was mudding the waters between the two of you, but honestly were they ever gonna be clear?
probably not. there was too much history.
so what the hell? was one night with him really the worst thing you could do?
everything in the world was going to hell. and he’d just lost one of his best friends and lost to the bruins. nate needed to let out some steam. and you were here now and with his hands on you, all you could think about was how good it was, how good he was.
and how there was no way you’d be able to walk again tomorrow and you wanted that.
nate picked you up as you were thinking. your feet touching the ground, but your weight was barely registering against the floor as nate spun you in his arms and walked towards your bedroom. his foot heavy against the door as he kicked it open.
you rolled your eyes as he tossed you on the bed. you didn’t even have a chance to scold him for it before he was crawling over you.
there was something so playful and domineering about him when you were together. it was a part of him only you got to see and god, you missed it.
nate kissed your lips before making his way down your chest. he paid extra attention to the tops of your breasts before leaning back. his hair was a mess and his pupils were blown.
nate’s chest was rising heavy and slow. you loved the sight of him.
you wanted to take a picture of nathan and place it beside your bed so you could always remember him this way.
nate’s hands were rough as he ran them along your breasts yanking at the lace and there was that ripping sound again.
“nathan!” you snapped. nate shrugged before doing the exact same thing to the matching underwear. you were completely bare now except for the leftover strands of white lace clinging for dear life.
“what?” nate shrugged.
“i can’t believe you.” you grumbled. you were so annoyed with him, but you were so wet for him. only him. which he knew.
nate looked at you smugly.
“yes, you can, y/n.” nate started, his hands rubbing circles in the tops of yours thighs as he planted both your legs on either side of his body. “which is why you wore it.”
a lump formed in your throat and as you laid there, bare chested in front of your ex boyfriend you had never felt more naked.
nathan had a way of being able to see you more than anybody else in every single way.
his hands were warm and heavy on your skin. nate’s skin was rough from all the years he spent stick handling and firing at the back of the net.
the sensation caused the hair to stand up on the back of your neck.
you gasped and bit your lip trying to be quiet, but nathan’s eyes darkened.
you didn’t even have to wait for him to explain, you knew exactly what he meant. there was no communication that had to be passed between the two of you.
that’s what happens when you spend years studying each other’s bodies.
and his was magnificent.
it was shameful how often you’d picture him after leaving, after you had to go. because you should have left the memory of him in his house, in your shared house.
but you didn’t.
there were nights when your hand would sneak lower and you’d chase a high, but nothing was as good as his fingers, his touch.
nate ruined you.
he ruined you. he’d stolen moments from you and parts of your happiness, he’d stolen countless orgasms in the months to come. but your therapist said part of you did that too.
but it was easier for you to blame it all on him. which is why you didn’t reach out till now.
and your body was teetering in anticipation. it was like every single nerve in your body was a single match waiting to be lit.
nathan’s lips pursed as he kissed the soft skin of your navel.
his bottom lip jutting out and dragging a wet stripe with it.
you moaned in response and you tried to stifle it. nathan growled against you. a warning.
his fingers dug into your hips as his weight shifted the bed while he settled between your thighs.
you were watching his movements with baited breath, your chest still.
your eyes glazed over as he placed a soft kiss on the outer lips of your pussy before delving into you like a starved man.
you shuddered as he instantly found that bundle of nerves and his nose swiped against it. god. it was like a dream.
he breathed deep, taking you in, as he licked and kissed your clit.
nate’s mouth was moving in long strokes. moans we’re steadily coming from your lips and they were nathan’s favorite album.
nate pulled back his tongue disappearing from you briefly as his teeth scraped the bundle of nerves and you gasped in shock, in anguish as it startled you.
the fire was starting everywhere on your body, the matches lighting each other.
your pelvis arched off the bed as you begged for more.
nathan’s fingers kept digging into your hips as hard as he could and his pelvis was rutting against the edge of the bed for any sort of relief from the agonizing ache he felt in his dick.
nate’s tongue circled your hole before swiping upwards and finding your clit again. abruptly, two of his fingers were entering you, stretching you and your eyes grew wide as he did so.
you were louder now. your cheeks painted red and sweat forming on your chest.
nathan itched to reach up and touch your breast, but his fingers were deliciously digging into the top of your ass and he couldn’t wait to see what it looked like in the morning.
if he was still here, and he hoped he would be. nathan desperately hoped that you would let him stay the night.
he was love sick and he’d didn’t get care if everyone knew it at this point because he only wanted you knew.
having sex with his ex in a new york apartment was not going to be harmless and he knew that. but he’d gladly take a puck to the face from shea weber if it meant somehow getting you back.
and maybe you wouldn’t take him back, but he’d have this one night. to keep him company on his lonely nights on the road and at home.
“oh. nate.” you moaned and he continued eating you out like it was his last meal because it was in so many ways.
it was the last meal he wished he’d gotten before you had rightfully so walked out his life.
nate’s tongue flicked against your clit fast and rough as his fingers pumped in and out of you in tandem.
you were a mess above him, screaming his name as the fire came to a full blaze.
the word ‘nathan’ was no longer bitter on your tongue as you screamed his name, crashing like waves extinguishing the fire inside you.
the waves crashed into you so hard, you were panting gasping for air. there was pleasure written all over your face and your eyes were stormy.
nate didn’t let up though. he continued kissing, sucking, and licking. he loved tasting you.
“nate.” you whispered, it was barely audible. your voice stuck in your throat.
nate pulled his mouth from you with a smack and his fingers slid out of you slowly.
you whimpered at the loss of contact and nate finally released the one hand that was holding a vice grip on your hip bone.
nate crawled upwards till he was leaning back on his heels again.
he was unfairly wearing more clothes than you.
nate’s eyes were glazed over just like yours and his movements felt not his own like he was drunk as he brought his fingers up to his lips and sucked.
he moaned as he cleaned you off him. his breath deep and as nathan memorized all the details.
you could’ve come right there again at the sight of him.
“nate.” you whispered.
“shush, baby.” nathan said, “i know.”
and you melted. nathan stepped off the bed and his knees almost buckled out underneath him.
he prayed to god you didn’t notice, but you did.
because you were also committing everything about this night to memory. a memory that would be burned into your brain forever.
“nathan mackinnon.”
“yes?” nate cocked his head.
you lulled your head to the side so you could take him in. the sheen of sweat on his toned chest, the smooth curve of his biceps, and the crook of his nose. your eyes trailed downwards towards his waist wear his jeans hung low and the calvin klein logo was practically embedded into his skin.
you wanted to peel them off of him with your teeth.
“y/n.”
you kept staring at him, your eyes fixated there as you imagined it, watching him come undone underneath your touch.
“mmm?” you asked.
nate chuckled darkly.
“like what you see?”
your cheeks felt hot.
“fuck yeah.”
“i know.” nathan replied.
you rolled your eyes, but you still reached out to touch because you couldn’t resist him.
“ah ah.” nathan took a step away from you. his knees were still weak, but he couldn’t give into you like this because he wouldn’t last more than a second and he wanted this. no, he needed this.
he’d been thinking about this for ages.
you were his remedy.
“nate.” you whined like a brat. his brat.
nate unbuttoned his jeans and kicked himself out of his pants.
your eyes immediately took to the black underwear clad against his skin.
his thighs rock solid, his ass perfectly sculpted as he slid the fabric off too.
you were practically drooling as his cock sprung free and slapped against his stomach.
nate’s tip was enlarged and red. nate was throbbing as he stalked towards you.
“i missed you.” nate said as he climbed back onto your bed. his legs on either side of your body.
“i missed you.” you replied. a moment of vulnerability between the two of you as locked eyes.
“especially your superstar dick.” you said after a few moments of silence.
“of course you’d say that, y/n.” nathan laughed light heartedly. his smile reaching his eyes. you hadn’t seen them do that in forever.
“what? it’s true.” you shrugged.
nate shook his head and kissed you, deeply.
his hands roaming all over you as he swallowed your breaths and moans.
your fingers tugged at his hair strands and nails scrapped down his back.
nate’s dick was resting hard between your thighs, prodding near where you needed it most.
you tried to hook your leg over his, a move he knew all too well, but he wasn’t gonna let it happen tonight because if you did, he’d be finishing inside your mouth and not where he really wanted to which he couldn’t have. not after waiting for so long.
“nate.” you muttered against his lips.
“y/n.”
“nate. let me—“
“no.” nate snapped.
“please.”
“i. won’t. make. it.” nate said in between kisses.
you nodded and relented as nate looked to you.
“i need you.” you said and nate kissed you harder.
his hands moving between the two of you. taking himself in his hand, he pumped himself a couple of times before rubbing himself through your slick.
nate smacked his tip against your swollen and worn clit.
you gasped.
lining himself up with your entrance, nate kept his eyes on yours as you watched him enter you. his hips thrust up in one motion and suddenly you were full of him.
there were twinges of pain as you adjusted to the size of him, but you were so turned on and needed to have more of him.
nate pulled out and then pushed into you roughly.
your back arched up off the mattress as he fucked into you.
nathan was above you, painted in the shadows of city light through the windows as he pulled your body closer to his. your head resting against the pillow, lulling to the side in pleasure.
your hands bunching up the sheets as nate’s hips snapped into your pelvis.
your moans and the dirty sounds of your body meeting for the first time in months were the only sounds in your apartment.
nate grunted above you as you shut your eyes and focused on that second wave of bliss.
your hand snaking down to find your clit. your thumb circling in tandem with his rough thrusts.
“god you’re so beautiful.” nathan said from above you.
you moaned.
“sprawled out like this, just for me. even after all this time. it’s just for me. wearing my set. my sweatshirt. it’s me.”
you moaned again in response.
“say it.” nate demanded.
“it’s you.” you muttered.
“speak up, y/n.” nate growled.
“it’s you!” you shouted. “it’s you, nate. it’s only you.” you were a mess underneath him practically crying as nerves began shooting all over you.
the knot was still building in your stomach, but at the same time the wave was hitting you and the sensation was too much.
your pussy’s walls fluttering around him, pulling him in harder and deeper.
nate faltered in his thrusts and let out his own moan.
and that’s what sent you over the edge.
you came with a shout of his name as he continued fucking into you chasing his own relief.
“god, i love you.” nate said as he buried himself deep inside of you, his thighs cramping as he sputtered.
the warmth of him coating your inside walls. nate’s breath was strangled as he collapsed on top of you, panting.
your eyes were wide because the realization suddenly hit you. the blissful high making you drunk, leaving your body as his statement rushed over you.
it was more raw and numbing than anything the two of you had just done in the past two hours.
god, i love you.
did he really just say that?
was it one of those things that guys just say when they get laid? no. it was never something nate said during sex.
nathan wasn’t romantic. and everyone knew it. he only said i love you every so often out loud, but you knew he did love you.
there were moments when he’d make you a cup of coffee and leave it for you by bed before sneaking out for early morning skate.
or when he’d listen to your favorite music over and over again despite not loving it.
nathan would frequent a local book store and constantly book out a new book for you to read and tell him every thing about.
or how he would sit and listen to all your work presentations for hours despite not knowing anything about the specialization you were in, but he’d support you no matter what.
those were moments when he showed his love the most.
the downfall was that as the seasons after winning the cup got more difficult and they had early exists, his focus centered.
he forgot you. he became obsessed with trying to perfect his passes and face offs. dragging himself to practice hours before everyone else and coming home later than everyone else.
nights making dinner for him and then you’d sit for hours waiting as he stayed at the rink obsessively skating and watching tape.
it got bad again. you reached out to sid and he said he knew. he had been talking to him about it, but there was nothing the two of you could do. it was like last time.
and when he forgot your birthday and your anniversary it wasn’t that big of a deal to you.
but one of the biggest things coming up in your life, a memory of someone in your life you missed dearly that he never got to meet that you wished he had, you knew you’d always come second.
you hoped you were wrong. but even sid had texted you about it. and so did landy and ej.
three of his best friends remembering the day you were hurting the most and your boyfriend wasn’t.
so that’s when the job offer that had been sitting your email inbox that you dismissed instantly suddenly became enticing.
and you left.
and now you were here.
having sex with your ex in your new york apartment.
you could feel yourself a mess, obsessed with him again.
why did you think it would be harmless?
because he was your nathan.
and no matter how much time passed, he’d always be your nathan.
and you know that you’re losing your mind, but you were back in his arms. back where you started.
“y/n.” nathan said.
“i gotta go to the bathroom.” you said and pushed him off you before running to the bathroom and locking yourself in there.
nate laid there in your bed shocked at himself.
what the hell just happened? what did he do? what did he say? why did he say that?
“y/n. can we talk?” nathan said his feet heavy on the hardwood floor.
you could see the shadow of him from underneath the door.
“yeah.” your breath was shaky. you said from behind the door.
“i didn’t mean it.” nate said. fuck. why did he say that? he did mean it! what was he doing now?
you sniffled. he didn’t mean it?
“you didn’t mean it?” you asked a little dejectedly and nate slumped against the door, his forehead hitting the door.
“no. fuck. y/n. i.”
you opened the door and nate fell forwards abruptly, his face smacking the bathroom tile floor.
“oh my god! nate!” you shrieked and dropped to the floor as he groaned.
nathan shot up from the ground.
“i’m good.” nathan said with a bloody smile.
“oh my god, you’re bleeding.” you said and rushed to get a towel.
you yanked at the towel rack hanging over his head and it came crashing down bumping into on the way down to clatter against the floor.
“oh my god. i’m sorry.” you gasped in shock.
“wow.” nathan said.
“what?” you asked as you held the white wash cloth up to his nose and watched in horror as it became a mix of red and white.
“i can’t believe i just went from eating you out to this.” nate gestured between the two of you.
you smacked his chest.
nathan laughed so loudly then. it was deep guttural and his chest vibrated.
“i knew we’d regret this.” you mumbled.
“what?” nate asked. his laugh disappearing from his cheeks and his eyes becoming sad again.
“this, we shouldn’t have done, this. whatever it was.” you rambled.
“you really believe that?” nate searched your eyes.
“isn’t that what you just said?”
“what? no.” nate defended.
“you said ‘i didn’t mean it’ as in you don’t love me.”
“what? no! fuck, y/n. i love you. i love you more than anything. do you really think i don’t?”
“i don’t know.” you looked to the floor as you tried not to focus on his eyes or the blood on the towel.
nate winced as his thumbs found your chin and forced you to look at him.
“y/n. i never stopped loving you. the day you left was the worst day of my life. and i’ve been worse off without you.”
you stayed silent.
“i want to love you again.” you said quietly.
that felt like a gut punch to nate.
“you don’t love me anymore.” nate said.
“no. i mean, i do love you nathan. but i have spent so much time trying to unlove you and remove you from my heart. you really hurt me.”
“i know. i didn’t see you. and i promise that will never happen again.”
“are you sure? i’ve seen the standings.”
“okay, don’t bring that up, we’re getting better.” nathan chuckled, but there was a tone to his edge.
“how would this even work?” you whispered.
“i don’t know. but starting out you never wear those colors again.” nate’s eyes flicked towards the t-shirt he had discarded on the floor so distastefully.
“that’s my job.” you rolled your eyes.
“i hate it.”
“there are lots of things you hate, nathan.”
“but not you.” nathan said.
“not me.” you smiled.
and leaned into kiss him, but stopped short.
“we should really get you to a doctor.” you said and helped him get up even though nathan was twice your size.
nate pulled the bloodied rag back to the reveal the cut in his nose and there was already a bruise forming across his cheek.
“i can’t go to just any doctor.” nathan said.
“well, you need to get it looked at.”
“you’re looking at it.”
“nathan.” you said sternly.
“alright, i’ll get doc to look at it first thing.”
“no. now, you need to go now.”
“now?”
“yes. now.” you said.
“what about us?”
“i’ll see you after the game tomorrow.” you whispered into his chest and kissed him there.
nate felt like your lips had been seared into him on his peck.
“fine.” nate sighed and you watched as he got dressed so slowly to stall time.
despite his injury, nate kissed you hard and deep.
he pulled back wincing, his face swelling already. your fingers brushed across the purple bruise forming.
“i’m so sorry.”
“why? you didn’t do it.” nate deflected.
“i’m still sorry.”
“i’d take a beating if it meant getting the chance to talk to you.”
you giggled, “you look like you did.”
“that’s what i’m gonna tell people.” nate said.
you laughed.
“get out of here, superstar.” you pushed him out the threshold and he held the ice pack you handed to him to his face.
“see you tomorrow, baby.” nate said and he loved that sentence. he never thought he would say it again.
—
“i’m not quite sure, mose. but you’re right it does seem like nathan mackinnon is sporting quite the bruise under his right eye and across his nose.” ryker said as the camera trailed nathan as he skated across the ice.
it waited for him to turn to showcase the dark purple and blue that had spread across his face.
“seems like 29 is well enough to play today, but i did not see any incidents that would cause that in last night’s game ryker.”
“me either, mose. it’s good to see him on the ice.”
“i agree, hopefully the nate and the rest of the avs will be able to capitalize after the loss—“ the broadcast trailed off after erik had gotten what he wanted.
a screenshot of nathan’s face. there was something he’d seen on twitter about it, so he tuned in to see what everyone was talking about and there it was the giant bruise his friend was sporting.
erik was slightly concerned for nathan as he texted the groupchat with a select few guys.
—
nate’s phone buzzed on your nightstand as he nuzzled his neck into your shoulder.
“are you gonna get that?” you asked.
“no.” nate said.
“why not?” you asked.
“because i’m comfy.” nate murmured.
you reached over.
your lips curled into a smile.
“turn it off, it’s bright.” nate pulled you into his body, twisting his arms around you tighter.
“it’s from ej.” you said seeing the text message.
“what does that fucker want?” nate asked.
and you swiped up to see what erik had said, the phone unlocking with ease.
erik johnson: sent an attachment
erik: did you ride the subway alone or something?
gabriel landeskog: he wouldn’t tell me what happened
tyson barrie: damn
cale makar: he said y/n happened
erik: oh my god y/n punched him?! i would have paid to see that
cale: i don’t think that’s what happened.
erik: questioned cale makar’s message
mikko rantanen: since when does y/n talk nate?
cale: since you were traded :/
mikko: disliked cale makar’s messaged
“oh my god tell them to fuck off.” nate said reading over your shoulder.
you laughed.
“that’s all you slugger.” you said and dropped the phone for him to take, but nate didn’t move and it him in the face.
“ow!” nate said as it made contact with the bruise.
nathan mackinnon: y/n smacked me in the face with my phone after sex
nathan: thanks mikko
nate hit send and showed you the message.
“nathan!” you yelled incredulously at him and he laughed as he pulled you into him.
“my face hurts.”
“i don’t care.” you huffed trying to get away from him, but you weren’t really struggling.
the phone on the nightstand was buzzing so much that it started to slide towards the edge before it clattered to the floor and continued making noise underneath the bed.
“i hate you.” you muttered in defiance as nathan tried to kiss you.
a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JARVY SORRY YOU LOST :( but anyways, this is a culmination of me yapping to @mattyanonwrites about jarvy. i also had casual by chappell roan stuck in my head writing this, so it’s loosely based off that as well. and also happy bday harry styles there’s references to you in here too.
warnings: mentions of marijuana and alcohol, brief mentions of sex
word count: 2.1k. this was supposed to be a blurb.
The blare of the alarm broke him out of a peaceful sleep. The kind that makes you not want to get up, and just stay in the comfort of the blankets and shielded from the real world. Seth sighed as he rolled over to silence the alarm, scrolling through the slew of texts he was already receiving. If he wasn’t already awake, he was now after seeing the notification he’s always looking for.
12:07 am
(Y/N) 🤒
happy birthday jarvy :) hope you have the best day. miss you and sorry i won’t be around today to see you.
His heart clenched, as he realized she was the first person that texted him. She was also the only person he wanted to actually see today. In all honesty, she was the only person he really wanted to see ever. He’d take her in any capacity he could get. Loving the message and replying with a quick “thanks, miss you” and dragged himself out of bed to go in the shower. As the water cascaded down his body, he couldn’t help but let the memories flow of just last week when she was here with him, their bodies wet and flush to each other as one. Turning the water cold, Seth shook his head and dragged his hands down his face with a sigh.
He rode to the rink in silence, aside from a nice phone call with his mom, the only thing surrounding him was the sound of Carolina by Harry Styles coming from his speakers. It was a song (Y/N) added to his playlist as a joke, but one he’d grown to genuinely enjoy. (In all honesty, he actually enjoyed Harry’s music which is something he’d never admit to anyone) Surprisingly, he was the last one to arrive to the arena for morning skate, a role which was usually reserved for KK. As if they had it rehearsed, the second he set foot in the room he was met with the glaring shrieks of Martinook and immediately encapsulated in a three way hug by KK, Andrei and Burnzie.
“Happy birthday Jarvyman!”
“Gee thanks guys,” he exclaimed, “I was afraid that blink 182 lyric was true for a second there.”
Rolling his eyes and shoving Seth away, Andrei let out a chuckle.
“You pumped for the late evening, eh? Win or lose tonight we are getting very drunk. Rented out the Local for a good time.”
Seth smiled, replying with a laugh of “Hell yeah man.”
Andrei noticed his friends spirit was a little deflated.
“Yeah? Any chance of uh, you know who making an appearance?”
Like a sleeper agent, Seth’s demeanor activated from distracted to focused almost instantly.
“Uh, probably not. She texted me that she won’t be around today. She’s stuck in New York City with work.”
That’s why he was sad, Andrei realized. (Y/N) wouldn’t be in attendance. He might be playing with fire by saying this, but he just had to ask.
“You guys are still doing that casual thing, yes?”
Sliding his practice sweater over his pads, Seth nodded.
“Yeah, if that’s what you wanna call it.”
Casual. Except he was eating her out in the passenger seat of his car the other day. Casual, when her mom invited him to their beach house for (Y/N)’s birthday in the summer.
He had no right to be as upset as he was. She wasn’t his girlfriend. In all honesty, he didn’t even know what she was anymore. Three months ago, she was the frazzled college girl he met his first year in Raleigh that became his best friend. The girl he couldn’t live without. Three months ago, she was the girl whose couch he cried on after his ex girlfriend cheated on him. One thing led to another, and the next thing he knew they were waking up naked and agreeing to keep it casual. But Seth liked to be stupid, and the guys teased him for it. He realized been in love with (Y/N) over the summer, and has done nothing but daydream about it to anyone but her. Nellie laughed and called him a romantic when he was wasted and told her and KK about his feelings, saying how he saw (Y/N) living in his apartment, her cats, and maybe they’d have a dog by then. And she’d take him with her and show him off to her friends back home.
“No attachment, right?”
He should’ve said no. Please. I’m attached. But instead, he agreed. A decision he was certainly regretting right now as he threw back his third green tea shot of the night, chasing it with a sip of his beer.
Jesperi sighed watching his best friend sulk at his own birthday party. In the next 5 minutes though, he was either going to go down as the best friend in the world or never be spoken to again. Glancing down at his phone, the message he’d been anxiously awaiting most of the night came through.
11:39 pm
(Y/N)
ubers 2 min out. do you think he’s onto us yet?
No. He doesn’t suspect a thing. Walking around the whole day like a sad puppy. Even looked dejected after he scored
fuck yeah. not that he’s sad, but this is going to be the best surprise ever. i’m here. keep him distracted
Realizing Seth was about to turn and head his direction, he raced forward to slap him on the back and keep him facing away from the door.
“Eh buddy, enjoying your night?”
“Yeah man this is awesome. I’m kinda beat though, think I’m gonna head out soon.”
KK squinted, pulling his head back a bit. “Leaving your own birthday party early? You good Jarvyman?”
Seth shrugged. “Yeah. ‘sides (Y/N) said she was gonna call me when she got to her hotel from the event she was at, but she hasn’t called me yet.” As soon as he stopped talking, he felt a pair of soft arms snake around his waist.
“Yeah, sorry about that. My plane got delayed a few times. Sorry I’m late to the party.”
Whipping around faster than he could on skates, he was met with his favorite smile and the prettiest eyes he’d grown fond of looking into blinking excitedly at him.
“(Y/N)? You’re here? I thought- New York, and you’d be stuck until tomorrow, and…oh my god.” he trailed off, burying his head into her neck and breathing in the scent of her. He could feel the tears pricking his eyes as he swayed her back and forth.
Giggling, (Y/N) murmured into his ear, “Of course I’m here, Seth. I would’ve never missed this. Happy birthday my dear.” she finished, pressing a soft kiss to his scruffy cheek.
“Can we leave? Now, please? Just wanna be with you.” He mumbled back, still holding onto her.
“Already? I just got here! At least let me say hi to everyone before I go-“
“You’ll see them at the next game. Let’s go.” He said, grabbing her hand and dragging her away from the bar. As they raced out, (Y/N) waved at Andrei and Jaccob, who were beside themselves with laughter at Seth’s sudden desire to leave his own party. Thankful he moved his car across the lot after the game, Seth opened (Y/N)s door for her before climbing into his own side of the car.
“I can’t believe you’re here right now. For the record, worst surprise ever. You showed up with only an hour left in my birthday.” He teased, fingers tapping the steering wheel with anxiety.
“Yeah well tell that to mother nature. I tried to get in so I could at least see the game, but we couldn’t depart JFK until the storm passed. I had to warn KK before puck drop to update our plans.”
“He was in on this?”
“Yeah, always. As soon as I found out I was going to come home today I texted him.”
“You guys suck. I don’t like being left out.”
(Y/N) laughed. “Jarvy, we were surprising you. We kind of had to leave you out.”
“Well yeah, but that doesn’t stop me from getting FOMO.”
The elevator ride up to his apartment was silent, which was unlikely for Seth. (Y/N) could tell he was on edge, and she wasn’t sure why. Before she could let her thoughts wander further, the bell dinged and they walked out hand in hand to his door.
Seth’s heart was racing. From almost bawling like a baby at the sight of her, he really hadn’t talked to (Y/N) that much since she got here. But in his own defense he didn’t think he’d have to do this so soon. Since she left last week, (Y/N) had left a void in Seth’s life. He’d always had her in some capacity since they came into each other’s lives. But lately, since they started whatever this thing they had going on, he craved her in every way imaginable. If all it took for him to realize he finally had to tell her how he felt was her going out of town, he’d have bought her a ticket a long time ago.
They stepped into his apartment, leaving their shoes by the door. As soon as (Y/N)s second boot was off her foot, Seth’s hands were grabbing her face, bringing it towards his own. His lips were soft on hers, and she could taste the cheap beer he’d been nursing all night. (Y/N) loved kissing him, but this one was different. Usually, every kiss they shared was fueled by pure lust, the marijuana smoke in their lungs or liquor in their veins providing accelerant. But this one, right now, was one fueled by something different.
Pulling away from her, his brown eyes wide, he rambled out, “I need to tell you something. Let’s go.”
“Seth. Honey, you’re scaring me. You’ve been weird all night, is everything okay?” (Y/N) asked, as they made their way to the couch.
“Yes it’s ok. I promise. Just please, listen to me, ok?” Seth replied, sliding himself into a position where he was kneeling in front of her, his head resting against her tummy. They’d been in this position many times before, but in his eyes this was the most intimate one yet.
“I don’t think I can be casual anymore. It’s getting too hard for me. Because I think it feels too real. And that’s what I want. The real thing. With you.”
“Seth, honey-“
“Wait please, let me get it out before you say anything, ok?” She nodded to him in response.
“I want to be yours. Your favorite bra is in my dresser, and I know my favorite jacket is at your place. I can’t call it casual when I was on the phone talking your sister down from dropping out of soccer. Or when you’re texting with Kayden about what he should buy his girlfriend at Ulta. Because that to me means we’re in this. And I try to be chill about it, and you know I love to talk but I try to hold my tongue on that topic because I want to give you space and not overwhelm you. But it’s overwhelming me. And I hate that I let this drag on so long because now I’m hating myself for not telling you sooner.”
“Oh, Jarvy. Don’t you know how much I love you?” (Y/N) replied, her acrylic nails scratching his head softly.
Seth must have died and gone to heaven. “You do?”
“Of course I do. I should’ve told you sooner. That night you kissed me, I decided that I’d have you in whatever way I could. And that meant being casual so it would hurt less when you eventually got tired of me. Because you were never really mine” (Y/N) confessed, sort of feeling a weight lift off her chest. She’s loved him for so long.
Seth moved so he was on top of her, her back pressed to the corner of the couch, their legs intertwined at the opposite end. “I love you. I love you so much. You’re my best friend. I’ll never get tired of you.”
(Y/N) giggled, leaning forward slightly to capture his lips in a quick kiss. “I know that now, silly boy.”
Seth rested his head on her boobs, his arms squeezing her waist a little tighter. Eyes closed, he laid there for a few minutes, listening to the beat of her heart, following the rise and fall of her breathing, and feeling the warmth of her hands in his hair.
“You know what would be the best birthday gift ever?”
“What’s that, honey?”
“For you to be my girlfriend.”
(Y/N) let out a cackle. “Well, it’s a good thing you asked because I left your other gift at my apartment.”
Jesperi was definitely getting an expensive gift for his birthday this year.
(s.jarvis) — what a feeling to be right here beside you now
a/n: this is for @jostystyles one direction song fic challenge! i’m so sorry that this is so late, you know what’s been going on lately. but you haven’t shut up about jarvy (lovingly) so i have dedicated this to you. i hope you love it <3 (also p.s. this was written entirely on my phone so read with that warning!)
synopsis: based off the scene from crazy stupid love with ryan gosling & emma stone. y/n meets seth on a night out with her girl, and he tries to take her home. fast forward a couple weeks and she’s back in the same bar…
word count: +6.6k
warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, smut — protected sex, oral (f) receiving, mentions of head. please let me know if there is anything else so i can tag it properly!
“i’m telling you. you need to get laid.” your friend, ashley, said. her drink spilling on the table.
“oh my god!” you sputtered.
“what! i’m just being honest.”
“you’re drunk.”
“drunk and honest.”
“i do not need to get laid.”
“yes you do! and look, there’s a hot guy. a group of hot guys!” ashley said her voice wasn’t a whisper and you caught them looking your way. and you couldn’t lie, they were hot.
there were several of them crowded into a booth. all of them larger in stature and talking animatedly. a couple of them had glanced your way after ashley had made her declaration.
you made eye contact with one of them, the boy with big brown eyes and longer black hair. it was poking out from his backwards hat.
ashley smiled at him and he was coming over.
oh god.
“what are you doing?” you demanded.
“what you should be doing.”
“hi.” the guy said.
“hi, i’m ash.” ashley’s hi was drawn out and her face was flushed.
you rolled your eyes.
“seth.” he said.
“this is my friend, y/n.”
he reached out to take your hand.
you rolled your eyes again, but you shook his hand.
he sat down next to you.
“having fun?”
“no.” you answered.
“why not?”
“she’s lying. she thinks you’re hot.” ashley answered for you.
“ash!” you snapped.
“oh you do?”
“i don’t.” you said with a sly smile.
“really?”
“nope.” you pursed your lips in a thin smile.
now you had to prove a point to him. and ashley. and his damn friends who were looking at you all in amusement.
you didn’t really care what his name was as he flirted with ashley and kept trying to get a rise out of you as he inched closer to you.
you could tell, he was trying to get you to go home with him. like hell.
“ash. we should go.” you said.
“that’s kind of forward, but okay.” seth joked.
you shot him daggers.
ash giggled and he laughed with her.
“sorry about her, she’s being all serious. she’s stressed out at work.”
“i get that. you should have some fun.”
“oh and that should be with you?”
“could be.” he licked his lips.
“let’s go.”
“really?” he looked genuinely hopeful.
“nope. ash.”
you got up from the table and swung on your coat.
ash was a giggling mess as she got to her feet.
“ash.” you called from the door.
“i’m coming!” she shouted back.
ash stumbled on her feet and seth reached out to catch her.
“thank you, sssss.”
“seth.”
“ssssseth.” ash said and booped his nose.
seth chuckled as she made her way to the door where you took over holding her up.
he made his way back to the table and the guys were laughing at him.
“dude, way to strike out.” jack said.
“shut up.” seth replied.
“oh my god! she —“ andrei laughed and booped kk’s nose mocking seth who took a giant sip of his beer.
—
a few weeks later
—
“what, ash?”
“come on, come out. one drink.”
“no!” you said into the phone.
“please…” ash begged.
“i have so much work to do.”
“it’s past 9:30, y/n. and you don’t even get overtime.”
“i know, i know, but they fired two people.”
“y/n…hot bar guy is here.”
“ash…”
“i’m blanking on his name. but you know the one.”
“ash.”
“no i’m being serious y/n. you shouldn’t be doing work right now. you should be studying his ceiling as he rails you.”
“ash!” you would never not be surprised at her vulgarity.
just then, the man beside her turned.
“in what world? nuh huh. turn around.” ash said and pushed his face the other way.
“i’m serious, y/n. you should be studying the curve of his fucking coc—“
the dial tone took over the phone. “hello? hello? y/n? okay too far.”
the guy turned back to ash.
“you & me? seriously? not gonna happen.” ash laughed before grabbing her drink and trying to find her own man to study for the night.
—
a few days later
—
it was the night of your promotion. ashley was standing beside you throwing back the company provided drinks.
“he’s got a lot of nerve.” she said.
“it’s fine.” you mumbled.
“no. don’t let that asshole off. it’s not fine.” she demanded.
“what am i gonna do about it?” you asked.
she’s right. it wasn’t fine. your shitty ex had shown up with his new girl. the girl who he had cheated on you with. the one everyone in this damn office knew about. because you all worked together. and you couldn’t escape the whispers and the knowing looks. but you had just made associate partner in your department, so no. you were not gonna let him win. he was sending you smug smiles all night.
when no one was looking, ash flipped him off.
“get laid.” ash said.
“oh my god. by who?” you asked. she really was never gonna let it go. she was constantly trying to manage your sex life. like a good friend, she cared about your health. even if that meant the health of your sex life.
ash downed the rest of her drink and pulled you to the window. she looked down the block towards the bar you’d been frequenting lately with her. you could barely make it out in the pouring rain.
“hot guy bar.”
“what?”
“hot bar guy!” ash correct herself.
“you can’t be serious.”
“i bet he’s there. come on, y/n. you deserve a really good hot lay. let him fuck you.”
“i can’t believe we’re talking about this now. here.” you looked around.
“well…” ash shrugged.
“oh my god.” throwing caution to the wind, you took the rest of your vodka cran like a really long shot and ashley cheered really loudly. the two of you drawing attention.
“text me tomorrow.”
you nodded as ashley high fived you excitedly.
“hell yeah!” ash shouted after you as you made your way down the stairs.
—
“you.” you shouted in the middle of the bar. your hair was soaking wet and your coat was dripping droplets of water on the floor of the bar.
the guy across the way turned and you tried not to feel like your breath was being taken away. the confidence you had been feeling was fading, but you were holding on to it with a vice grip.
with a shake of your head, you marched towards him. he had a confused look on his face, but there was a sense of amusement pulling at his lips.
without a word, you pressed your lips to his and pressed your cold hands to his cheeks.
the chill made him shudder as he slipped his hand around your waist and pulled you into him, deepening the kiss.
it was all consuming as you gasped and he took the opportunity to swipe his tongue in your mouth. you didn’t even try to fight him for dominance like you normally would.
you suddenly became painfully aware that you were standing in the middle of this bar, in front of a bunch of strangers passionately kissing this random man.
the men who he had been talking with were all standing there in shock. their mouths agape as they took in the sight. there were a few strangled cheers from them.
you pulled back slowly from his intoxicating presence and whispered, “do you still wanna take me home?”
“huh uh.” he replied as if he was in a trance.
you nodded slowly.
his arms loosened as he lowered you back to the ground and you felt solid.
for a moment you couldn’t hear anything as your heart pumped faster in your ears.
he turned and there were looks exchanged with the group as he snatched his coat from the back of a chair as you intertwined your fingers with his and yanked him towards the door.
the cold air from outside felt like a smack in the face and you both practically ran to his car, but his hand never left yours.
when you slid into the passenger seat and he locked the door and started the heat, he reached over to capture you again in a heated kiss.
you moaned loudly and he chuckled to himself.
your cheeks were hot as he pulled away. the radio was quiet as the two of you braved the storm coming down right now.
the windshield wipers were loud and scraping across the glass as he slowed to a stop in a covered parking garage.
you felt shaky as you followed him to his apartment.
once you were in the elevator, he was on you again.
you weren’t expecting it. it was a shock.
the way he stalked towards you and crowded you against the wall.
but you loved it. there was something darker about his brown eyes now.
you studied his face and tried to decipher what was going on in his head.
he feverishly kissed you again, this time his hands roaming more of you.
they were no longer contained to the appropriateness of your waist.
they were slipping under the hem of your shirt, sliding across your bare skin.
you gasped into his ear as he scraped his teeth across your neck.
he loved that sound.
his forefingers prodded at the underwire of your bra and you praised yourself for wearing your good set tonight.
you were panting as his other hand drifted back down, towards the top of your skirt. he tugged on it and the breath caught in your throat.
thoughts were racing in your head as you took in the sensation of his lips on your skin, the feeling of his hands on your body. you could feel his heart thumping against his chest. your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your own chest.
you didn’t register what he was doing as he lifted your leg and wrapped it around his waist. your heel digging into his backside a little bit and he winced at it, but he reveled in the feeling.
he slotted himself in the freed space and rutted against you, painfully hard.
you gasped at the feeling and needed more. your hand bunching the fabric of his jacket.
god, how long was this elevator ride? you wondered.
just then there was a ding and he was sliding away from you. your leg dropping from him and once again you were finding his hand, but this time it was him intertwining his fingers.
he yanked you out of the elevator and you yelped.
you were practically running down the hallway trying to keep up with him.
the door swung open with a thud and he was tugging you in harshly.
your shoes clattered against the floor as you kicked them off and he led you further into his place.
“do you want a drink?” he asked.
you nodded and he pulled glasses from the cabinet. as he did, you were looking around. the sleekness of everything. it was all grey and dark marbles. the windows huge overlooking the city lights.
“this is your place?” you gawked.
“yeah.” he answered with a shrug as if it wasn’t worth half your yearly salary.
“here.” he handed you.
“what is it?”
“a manhattan.”
“you made me a manhattan?”
“i don’t know what you like.” he answered.
“a vodka cranberry.”
“i don’t have any vodka right now.”
“okay, so you like manhattans?”
“fuck no.”
“then why did you make them?”
“because i didn’t think you’d want a beer.”
“so your next move was a manhattan?”
“it’s the only drink i know how to make.”
you looked at him with a confused face. what a strange thing to know and not enjoy.
he started rambling something about his mom liking it and you held up your hand, stopping his train of thought.
in one motion you threw the drink back and winced at the burn.
“oh god that’s not my drink.”
he looked amused and then upset as you took his from his hands abruptly and drank that one too.
“are you nervous?”
“huh uh.”
“why? you’re the one who stormed into the bar and kissed me.”
“i don’t normally do this.”
“so why did you?”
“because you’re a hot guy from the bar.”
“seth. my name is seth.”
“oh. hi.” you whispered, blushing. you didn’t realize you hadn’t known his name until now.
“this view is…” you turned and slipped on your feet a little.
seth reached out and caught you. he tugged you closer, his muscles flexing around you.
“and yours is?”
“y/n.”
“okay, y/n.”
“so why don’t you tell me what had you ambushing me at the bar tonight.”
“it wasn’t really an ambush. and do you really want to know? or do you want to just bang?”
“do people say bang anymore?” you pushed him away in fake annoyance.
“they do!”
“no, they do not. trust me.” seth chuckled.
you decided then you liked his laugh. it was bright and airy. you were getting a sense that he wasn’t as serious as he was pretending to be right now.
“okay mr. womanizer.”
“i am not a womanizer. i love women.”
“says the womanizer.”
“womanizers don’t love women. they objectify women, there’s a difference.”
“and how do i know you’re different?”
“because that first night, you said no and i walked away. no questions asked.”
“true. i bet that killed you.”
“no, because you’re here now.” he smirked.
the smile disappeared from your face.
“you know what just take off your shirt.”
“okay.”
seth pulled shrugged off his jacket and pulled off his hoodie. it landed somewhere behind the couch.
“oh come on! that’s not fair.” you gestured to his tone torso and he glanced down.
seth knew he had you from the kiss in the bar, but he was reveling in this reaction from you.
“take off your shirt.”
“no! not with all of that going on.” you said self consciously, your arms instantly going to wrap around you. you hadn’t realized you were still wearing the wet coat.
“at least take off the coat, it’s getting water all over the floor.”
“what do you not own a mop?”
seth glanced around.
“oh my god!” you shouted smugly. “you don’t own a mop.” you giggled.
“who owns a mop? paper towels do the same thing.” he justified.
“what kind of weirdo are you?”
“a weirdo you said you wanted to bang.” he used air quotes around the word bang.
“don’t air quote me.”
“i just did.” seth did it again.
“oh now you’re just doing it incorrectly.”
“what are you the grammar police?”
“air quotes aren’t grammar, you idiot!”
“name calling? i’ve been called worse.” seth gawked.
“oh i’ll call you worse.” you snarked.
“i dare you.”
you stared at him with intensity and he met it right back. after a few seconds, he broke and started laughing. there was that laugh again that you liked.
“are you really just gonna stand there all night and drip wate—“
seth gulped as you yanked the soaking coat from your body and discarded it in a flourishing motion to the floor and peeled your shirt off in one go.
it revealed the lacy red bra you were wearing.
his throat suddenly felt dry as he drunk you in.
you cocked your hip in a move that was supposed to be dominating and you could tell it was working in the way he faltered in his step.
“take off your pants.” you demanded.
“you first.” seth replied.
“i’m not wearing pants.” you said cheekily.
you were playing with him and he loved it. a verbal sparring match. he loved how snarky you were being with him.
“fine!” he snapped.
seth hid the shake of his hand well as he unbuckled his belt and let it clatter to the ground. that sound was delicious and you could feel the wetness pool in your panties.
seth’s eyes never left your body as he kicked off his jeans and pushed them to the side.
“the skirt or whatever.” seth grumbled.
in a moment of unusual confidence, you didn’t follow suit with the skirt. something about him, his gaze, the way it was hungrily looking you over had you feeling extra assured.
you tried to not let your hands shake as you reached around your back, your breath anxious as you unbuttoned your bra.
it fell too slow for seth’s liking, but he was frozen in his spot. he didn’t wanna spook you. he was familiar of using confidence to mask anxiety and he could tell you were doing that.
so seth stayed where he was.
his hard-on growing very obviously and his chest rising heavily.
seth’s hands stayed at his sides, but all he wanted to do was cross his living room and touch you. at this point, he was aching to touch you. his fingers itching in a way he hadn’t really felt before.
they felt like they were on fire.
“like what you see?” you asked. your voice shaky.
seth felt like he was unable to speak, so he nodded.
his eyes were lust blown. so you crossed the space of the room and stepped into his space.
once you were close to him, seth couldn’t control himself and he was kissing you again.
his lips felt warmer now than they did before.
and his hands were somehow rougher than they had been before.
maybe it was all the new exposed skin he was exploring, but you could feel every callous on his hands as they ran across your skin.
seth breathed into you as his thumb circled around your nipple and you gasped in return. he swallowed the sound as he continued kissing you roughly.
both his hands were on your chest, heavy against your breasts as they toyed with your nipples.
seth was pulling sounds from you that you didn’t even know you could make and you weren’t even fully naked yet.
“seth. seth.” you muttered against his lips. he was drunk on you, his mind swimming as he kissed along your jaw.
“bedroom.” you whispered.
seth’s eyes shot open and he threw his head back, a low guttural groan coming from him.
you were pretty sure your eyes rolled into the back of your head at that.
seth latched his lips back to yours and his arms were tangled around your waist now. yours hooked around his neck. one playing in the strands of his black hair and the other raking your fingers down his back.
seth shuddered with each light scrape of your nail. he loved it and he wanted you to do that all night. in fact, he wanted you to do it harder. so he could walk into practice tomorrow, all the guys seeing exactly what had come from this encounter.
god he hoped it wasn’t the last encounter he had with you.
once in his bedroom, seth shut the door. there wasn’t any light in the room except for what you could see of the other tall buildings in the area.
you wondered what his room looked like. probably like the rest of his apartment. would there be odd knick knacks? he seemed like that type of guy despite the expensive car and building. you also noticed his shoes alone were worth two hundred dollars.
what the hell did he do? you pondered to yourself as his lips assaulted your neck. his hands back on your breasts.
definitely a boob guy. you laughed to yourself.
“what’s so funny?” he asked pulling back. his hands, still planted on your chest.
“nothing.” you said confidently. but he saw through that and raised an eyebrow.
“you’re a definite boob guy.” you glanced down and so did he. where his hands were covering the tops of your breasts.
“who wouldn’t be? yours are perfect.”
“i bet you tell that to all the girls.”
“yeah, but i mean it with you.” he smirked.
“oh my god!” you smacked his arm and he laughed.
“so are you gonna take off your pants, sorry skirt now?”
“what? you can’t do it?” you quipped.
“well they are kind of comfy.” seth chuckled.
you rolled your eyes and unzipped the side of your skirt and let it pool at your feet.
seth groaned at the sight of a pair of matching red panties. well, they had been matching until you had discarded your bra in the living room.
it was the only matching set in your entire closet and for some reason today, you decided you were gonna wear it today when getting your promotion for a little self-confidence boost. and boy, had it really done a number on you.
seth practically threw you on the bed and you squealed as he towered over you.
his lips were kissing you slower now than before and his hands were gentle as they trailed across your stomach.
he was trying to memorize how you felt. the softness of it. what was that smell you wearing? he wanted to bathe in it even if he’d get laughed out of the locker room.
seth’s fingers were dangerously close to the band of your underwear and your breath hitched.
you hadn’t quite figured out what to do with your hands, so you ran them up his bicep. in the darkness you could faintly make out the outline of a tattoo.
you wanted to know what it was, what it meant.
“lift your hips.” seth whispered in your ear and you obeyed. his fingers tucked underneath the band of the fabric and pulled them down your legs.
he tossed them to the side as if he didn’t care. and to tell you the truth, seth didn’t care. because they were in his way. his way of being with you.
“god you’re so hot.” he muttered and kissed you again.
“you’re the hot guy from the bar.”
“okay and you’re the hot girl from the bar.”
“oh please.” you rolled your eyes.
“i haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night.”
you rolled your eyes again.
“i’m serious.”
“you cannot be.”
“deadass.”
“ew, don’t say deadass.”
“why?”
“because who says that?”
“i’m sorry you think people say bang and not deadass? how old are you?”
“how old are you?!” you asked.
“22.”
“2 years.”
“you cannot be 2 years old.”
“no you moron, i’m two years older than you.”
“you didn’t have to go back to the name calling.” seth said dejectedly.
“i thought you’d been called worse.”
“not when i’m in bed with a woman.”
“so no degrading, got it.”
he huffed. “kinky.”
“you haven’t seen kinky.”
“wanna show me?”
“maybe next time. i really just want you to bang me.”
“oh god. you’re gonna keep using that?”
“well since i know you hate it, yes.”
“i don’t hate it.”
“mmm. i think you hate it.”
“fine whatever. i’ll bang you.”
“glad we’re finally on the same page.”
“kinky next time though.” seth winked.
“who says you’re getting a next time?”
“you did.” seth laughed.
“we’ll see how good of a bang you are.”
“oh so now i have to prove myself?” seth asked sitting back on his knees.
you pushed up on your elbows and looked at his shadowy.
“doubting yourself?” you questioned.
your foot ran up his side and your leg rested on his shoulder.
seth chuckled, his hand wrapping around your ankle.
his eyes kept yours as he kissed the inside of your calf before yanking you towards him.
your head falling from the pillow to the mattress. it jolted you as the bed shifted and he sunk to his knees at the foot of his bed.
“what are you—“ you started before he shushed you loudly.
“did you just shush me?!” you demanded incredulously.
“shush!” seth enunciated loudly this time and looked up from you devilishly.
you threw your head back in defeat and stated at his ceiling. there was a pattern of lines in the coloring. as seth wasn’t doing anything, you started counting the lines.
1….7….13…18…24…
seth’s hands were on your legs, inching towards your core. and it was driving you crazy.
he was playing with you now just like you had played with him.
“you know this really isn’t doing much for me.” you said.
“oh my god. do you have to talk about everything?” he demanded.
“it’s not like you’re doing anything.” you snapped.
seth rolled his eyes and huffed.
you opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out as his finger swiped through your wetness and you lurched at the connection.
“you know i think it was doing something.” seth taunted.
“would you shut up?”
“oh so you’re the only one who gets to speak?”
“i support a man’s right to shut the fuck up.” you said.
seth chuckled loudly. he didn’t respond. instead, his thumb was circling your clit. without warning.
you moaned in response.
seth grinned to himself.
seth’s thumb alternated between pressure and circular motions on your clit which had you squirming underneath him.
and when his index finger poked at your hole you tensed, but he shushed you. it was more gentle this time. he waited as you looked at him and you nodded in approval before he crooked into you.
it matched the pace of his other hand on your clit and you were a writhing mess.
your hand bunching the sheets next to him. you wanted to tangle it in his hair.
god why wasn’t his mouth on you?
it’s like seth could read your mind because the next thing you knew you were losing contact and whining at that, but he was replacing his fingers with his tongue.
you were falling apart underneath him. his tongue flicking against the bundle of nerves and his teeth scraping it.
your hand found his hair and tugged at it. he groaned against you, the sound vibrating through you.
“oh god seth.” you moaned loudly and bit your lip trying to contain the sounds you were making.
seth’s hand grabbed your other hand and brought it to meet your other hand. you were practically pushing him further into your cunt at this point, but he loved it. and the grip on his hair was harsh, but the sting was so delicious to him as he focused on that and not the ache in his penis.
his hands were free now, so he ran them up your stomach to your breasts.
yep, a definite boob guy.
he cupped one breast in one hand and massaged it while the other, seth played with the nipple. rubbing it between his index finger and thumb.
“i’m gonna—“ you were mumbling now. words escaping you.
good. he needed you to do this sooner than later because he was dangerously close to cumming in his underwear which would be very embarrassing.
and seth so badly wanted to fuck you.
you were so tight around his fingers and all that he could see in his brain was how it would be to push into you for the first time.
seth continued his movements. you were overstimulated as he flicked his tongue faster and alternated between sucking.
“seth.” you gasped. you were trying to be quiet, but it wasn’t working as you just continued to moan his name until your toes curled and the shiver washed over you, the high that had been teetering on the edge falling.
you were gasping heavily. seth didn’t stop as you panted. you had to practically pull him from you, you couldn’t handle it anymore, your legs shaking.
seth pressed a kiss to your clit and your legs snapped closed around him, but his shoulders pushed them apart.
“nothing to say?” seth asked. his voice was raw and cocky. his lips were wet as he pressed soft kisses up your stomach and across the mounds of your breasts.
he focused on your neck briefly, waiting for a response, but nothing came.
seth looked up. your eyes were cloudy and heavy.
“that was—“ you started, but the words failed you.
“i know.”
“don’t be glib.” you murmured.
“okay.” seth conceded.
seth kissed you then and you could taste yourself on him. a sensation you weren’t used to and it was strangely hot.
the entire thing was hot. you weren’t used to guys doing that. wow. nothing about this encounter was normal for you.
you were being snarky with him for the sake of it because he brought that out in you. this confidence that you hadn’t had in a long time. not before him.
you kinda loved that. you wanted to tell him that. but you wouldn’t. because that would be weird.
your head was reeling.
seth was hovering over you. his arms trapping your head. and you could feel him. the bulge in his underwear. god he was painfully hard.
you practically drooled at the thought of him.
“do you want me to bang you?” seth smirked.
you were too tired to laugh and too tired to come up with some kind of quip.
“please fuck me.” you begged.
and that was better than seth could have even imagined.
before you knew it, seth was flipping you over.
your face in the pillow. he l pulled your ass up, pushing your hips forward.
you heard shuffling behind you. the bed dipping as he got up and tossed his underwear to the side.
you were kind of disappointed you weren’t taking in his size at this moment, but you did love the idea of this position.
you heard the tearing of a wrapper and listened to seth groan as he slid it on. he was aching at this point.
“are you okay?”
you hummed in response.
“use your words, pretty girl.”
“yes.” you said.
seth was behind you then. his tip running through your slit, gathering your wetness. and you squirmed in response. you rutted back against him and yelped as he smacked your ass in response.
you gasped as he pushed in slowly. seth was groaning. your gasp barely audible to him as he stretched you out. your walls tightened around him, clenching.
he was in heaven.
seth didn’t even want to move afraid he wouldn’t last long.
you pushed back against him. your ass jiggling in front of him with his cock sticking out of your cunt was a sight that would live in his brain forever.
he smacked your ass again before rubbing the sting.
you yelped again. seth loved the sound.
seth pulled out before ramming back into you.
again and again.
his pace was brutal. fast and rough.
you were groaning into the pillow, trying to muffle your sounds.
suddenly, you were aware that he had neighbors and it was later at night. and they did not need to hear you getting railed by this man.
“let me hear you.” seth said.
and you didn’t respond immediately because he then said, no…begged, “please.”
“oh my god.” you moaned loudly. each word accompanied with their own guttural expression.
seth was falling apart behind you. the only sounds in the room were your bodies colliding together and the unholy sounds you were making.
there were curse words falling from his mouth. you wanted to see him. the expression he was making.
and once again, it’s like seth could hear what you were thinking, but he was snaking his hand around your waist and pulling you up.
your back flush to his chest as he fucked up into you.
one of his hands on your hip steadying the two of you and the other cupping your breast.
your hand came back to tangle in his hair again and you turned your head to look at him.
his eyes were the same lusty brown they had been before. there was sweat on his forehead. pink tints painted across his cheeks and his lips were swollen.
you kissed him and got lost in the taste of him.
seth loved the slight tug of your fingers on the back of his head.
your other hand was playing with your own clit.
you both were moaning in each other’s mouths.
this was the hottest thing he had experienced and he never wanted it to end.
your walls were fluttering around him and he knew you were close.
your stomach was tight and your mind felt like a million neurons were firing.
your skin was on fire. you were burning alive in a way and seth was on the only water source in a hundred miles.
his thrusts became sloppy and you felt him faltering behind you and as his hand left your breast to take over your own ministrations on your bundle of nerves, that’s when you came.
you screamed his name so loud. you weren’t even ashamed. your cheeks were red and your chest was rising and falling fast as your heart beat rapidly.
seth was slamming into you before he choked out a groan and came.
his body fell on top of you - pushing you into the mattress.
his weight was calming as he settled his breathing.
he was hot and sweating behind you. seth felt unbelievably close and you didn’t want him to leave you.
when he made a move to disconnect you, to dispose of the condom, you tugged his arm.
“no. just a little longer.”
seth laughed softly.
“okay, y/n.” seth kissed your forehead.
finally your breathing calmed and so did his and after a few minutes he finally got up.
you shuddered at the loss of contact.
he left for the en-suite and came back a few minutes refreshed.
seth pulled you from bed forcing you into the bathroom and into the shower.
“i want to sleep.” you murmured stepping into the hot water.
“we will.” seth said.
you felt weak. you made no moves to do anything under the water.
“damn, gonna make me do all the work, huh?”
“hey, you made me get out of bed.” you said.
“fine.” seth murmured.
he didn’t say anything else as he poured shampoo in his hand and lathered it in your hair before giving you the best head massage you had ever had.
it was then you decided you were definitely giving him head in the morning because what the fuck was this man doing.
you knew you weren’t special. he probably did this with every girl he slept with, but goddamn.
but you were special. you had challenged him in a way he liked and made him laugh in a way he hadn’t in a long time. seth liked you. he hoped you would let him see you again.
after your shower, seth tossed you a shirt to sleep in. it was black with red lettering. on the back there was a number and a last name.
“jarvis 24.”
he’d done it selfishly. he wanted to see how you looked in it.
“canes fan?” you asked nonchalantly. seth was taken aback. you genuinely didn’t know or watch hockey. your friends were fans, but you didn’t follow the sport. football was your thing.
“no, that’s me.” seth said.
your eyes bulged out of your head.
“i’m sorry what?!” you practically shouted.
seth laughed so hard he was hunched over the bed gasping for hair.
“oh i was i had that on camera.”
you looked around the bedroom now. you could see more pictures on the wall and there were memorabilia from what you assumed was his career.
“you’re seth jarvis.”
“the one and only.” seth said cockily as he got in bed and pulled the covers down for you.
you jumped on the bed next to him.
“oh please. you’re not that big of a deal.”
“who says?”
“me.”
“why?”
“because you don’t even own a mop.”
“i can’t be a big deal because i don’t own a mop?”
“yes. what self respecting guy doesn’t own a mop?”
“what guys do you know?”
“self respecting guys.”
“oh my god. go to bed.”
“whatever.” you said and yanked the covers away from him. he yanked them from you in response.
after a few minutes of quiet you said, “i can’t believe i slept with a canadian.”
“ha! so you do know who i am.”
“my friend is obsessed with the canes. she talked about seth jarvis the canadian. i didn’t know it was you.”
“i’m not convinced. you wanted me.” seth rolled over.
“in your dreams.”
“you’re damn right.” seth said and kissed you quickly. wrapped his arm around you tugged you against his body. you could feel the already growing bulge he had going.
you rocked your ass against it and seth groaned in response.
you laughed and tried to quiet your brain to sleep.
—
the next morning you woke to knocking on the door.
seth was in the bathroom.
you swung your legs off the bed and departed from the bedroom.
you ran your hands through your hair as you opened up the door and found a random man standing there.
he looked oddly familiar.
“hello?” you asked confused.
“uh…” the guy froze.
he was holding a mop and a bottle of vodka in one hand.
you blinked multiple times trying to ascertain if you were still dreaming the strangest dream you had ever had.
“kk!” seth shouted behind you.
you jumped in surprise.
“jarvy. why hell you need me to get these this early?” the guy asked with an accent.
you looked to seth with suspicious eyes.
“thanks, man! i owe you.” jarvy said and took the mop and vodka to him. he didn’t answer the guys question, instead he shut the door in his face.
who sputtered on the other side of it.
“uh…that was rude.” you pointed out.
“what?” seth asked as he set the vodka down on the counter and leaned the mop up against the island.
“you want coffee? i don’t have it, but i can doordash it. i can’t ask kk, he’ll be mad. or i think i have some red bulls.” seth rambled opening the fridge.
you were staring bewildered at the mop and vodka.
“y/n?” seth paused turning back to look at you.
“you got a mop and vodka? at 7:57 am?” you asked.
seth shrugged.
“seth.”
“y/n.” seth said.
“seth.”
“will you go on a date with me?”
“this is the weirdest and most romantic way i have ever been asked on a date.” you said.
“is that a yes?” seth held his breath. yes.” you looked at the mop one more time before looking in his brown eyes. they were beautiful and large.
“awesome.” seth said and kissed your forehead.
he pulled you into his side as he stared into his fridge.
“oh sick, i do have some coffee.”
seth pulled out a random brand of canned coffee you had never seen with russian lettering.
“what even is this?”
“i don’t know. i didn’t buy it.”
“then why is it in there?”
“probably when drei was staying here.”
“who’s drei?”
“andrei svechnikov.”
your head was reeling. “how long has that been in there?”
“i don’t know…months?”
“i’m not drinking that.”
“fine, let’s go get breakfast. but this doesn’t count as our date.”
“okay…fine. you can have another date.”
“don’t act like you didn’t wanna give me another one. remember this is the strangest and most romantic way you’ve been asked out before.”
“you’re right. i’m figuring out you’re a weirdo, seth.”
“again with the name calling.”
“it could be worse.”
“your right. it could be.” seth agreed.
“oh god, i don’t have anything to wear.” you grumbled.
“you can just wear this.” seth said and tugged on the bottom of his shirt.
“what if i don’t want to?” you asked.
“why not?” seth asked.
you smiled devilishly and pulled it over your head to reveal your perky breasts and nipples to him.
seth was weak in the knees. he was practically running after you to the bedroom.
before breakfast, you were gonna make good on one promise you made last night.
(s.jarvis) — what a feeling to be right here beside you now
a/n: this is for @jostystyles one direction song fic challenge! i’m so sorry that this is so late, you know what’s been going on lately. but you haven’t shut up about jarvy (lovingly) so i have dedicated this to you. i hope you love it <3 (also p.s. this was written entirely on my phone so read with that warning!)
synopsis: based off the scene from crazy stupid love with ryan gosling & emma stone. y/n meets seth on a night out with her girl, and he tries to take her home. fast forward a couple weeks and she’s back in the same bar…
word count: +6.6k
warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, smut — protected sex, oral (f) receiving, mentions of head. please let me know if there is anything else so i can tag it properly!
“i’m telling you. you need to get laid.” your friend, ashley, said. her drink spilling on the table.
“oh my god!” you sputtered.
“what! i’m just being honest.”
“you’re drunk.”
“drunk and honest.”
“i do not need to get laid.”
“yes you do! and look, there’s a hot guy. a group of hot guys!” ashley said her voice wasn’t a whisper and you caught them looking your way. and you couldn’t lie, they were hot.
there were several of them crowded into a booth. all of them larger in stature and talking animatedly. a couple of them had glanced your way after ashley had made her declaration.
you made eye contact with one of them, the boy with big brown eyes and longer black hair. it was poking out from his backwards hat.
ashley smiled at him and he was coming over.
oh god.
“what are you doing?” you demanded.
“what you should be doing.”
“hi.” the guy said.
“hi, i’m ash.” ashley’s hi was drawn out and her face was flushed.
you rolled your eyes.
“seth.” he said.
“this is my friend, y/n.”
he reached out to take your hand.
you rolled your eyes again, but you shook his hand.
he sat down next to you.
“having fun?”
“no.” you answered.
“why not?”
“she’s lying. she thinks you’re hot.” ashley answered for you.
“ash!” you snapped.
“oh you do?”
“i don’t.” you said with a sly smile.
“really?”
“nope.” you pursed your lips in a thin smile.
now you had to prove a point to him. and ashley. and his damn friends who were looking at you all in amusement.
you didn’t really care what his name was as he flirted with ashley and kept trying to get a rise out of you as he inched closer to you.
you could tell, he was trying to get you to go home with him. like hell.
“ash. we should go.” you said.
“that’s kind of forward, but okay.” seth joked.
you shot him daggers.
ash giggled and he laughed with her.
“sorry about her, she’s being all serious. she’s stressed out at work.”
“i get that. you should have some fun.”
“oh and that should be with you?”
“could be.” he licked his lips.
“let’s go.”
“really?” he looked genuinely hopeful.
“nope. ash.”
you got up from the table and swung on your coat.
ash was a giggling mess as she got to her feet.
“ash.” you called from the door.
“i’m coming!” she shouted back.
ash stumbled on her feet and seth reached out to catch her.
“thank you, sssss.”
“seth.”
“ssssseth.” ash said and booped his nose.
seth chuckled as she made her way to the door where you took over holding her up.
he made his way back to the table and the guys were laughing at him.
“dude, way to strike out.” jack said.
“shut up.” seth replied.
“oh my god! she —“ andrei laughed and booped kk’s nose mocking seth who took a giant sip of his beer.
—
a few weeks later
—
“what, ash?”
“come on, come out. one drink.”
“no!” you said into the phone.
“please…” ash begged.
“i have so much work to do.”
“it’s past 9:30, y/n. and you don’t even get overtime.”
“i know, i know, but they fired two people.”
“y/n…hot bar guy is here.”
“ash…”
“i’m blanking on his name. but you know the one.”
“ash.”
“no i’m being serious y/n. you shouldn’t be doing work right now. you should be studying his ceiling as he rails you.”
“ash!” you would never not be surprised at her vulgarity.
just then, the man beside her turned.
“in what world? nuh huh. turn around.” ash said and pushed his face the other way.
“i’m serious, y/n. you should be studying the curve of his fucking coc—“
the dial tone took over the phone. “hello? hello? y/n? okay too far.”
the guy turned back to ash.
“you & me? seriously? not gonna happen.” ash laughed before grabbing her drink and trying to find her own man to study for the night.
—
a few days later
—
it was the night of your promotion. ashley was standing beside you throwing back the company provided drinks.
“he’s got a lot of nerve.” she said.
“it’s fine.” you mumbled.
“no. don’t let that asshole off. it’s not fine.” she demanded.
“what am i gonna do about it?” you asked.
she’s right. it wasn’t fine. your shitty ex had shown up with his new girl. the girl who he had cheated on you with. the one everyone in this damn office knew about. because you all worked together. and you couldn’t escape the whispers and the knowing looks. but you had just made associate partner in your department, so no. you were not gonna let him win. he was sending you smug smiles all night.
when no one was looking, ash flipped him off.
“get laid.” ash said.
“oh my god. by who?” you asked. she really was never gonna let it go. she was constantly trying to manage your sex life. like a good friend, she cared about your health. even if that meant the health of your sex life.
ash downed the rest of her drink and pulled you to the window. she looked down the block towards the bar you’d been frequenting lately with her. you could barely make it out in the pouring rain.
“hot guy bar.”
“what?”
“hot bar guy!” ash correct herself.
“you can’t be serious.”
“i bet he’s there. come on, y/n. you deserve a really good hot lay. let him fuck you.”
“i can’t believe we’re talking about this now. here.” you looked around.
“well…” ash shrugged.
“oh my god.” throwing caution to the wind, you took the rest of your vodka cran like a really long shot and ashley cheered really loudly. the two of you drawing attention.
“text me tomorrow.”
you nodded as ashley high fived you excitedly.
“hell yeah!” ash shouted after you as you made your way down the stairs.
—
“you.” you shouted in the middle of the bar. your hair was soaking wet and your coat was dripping droplets of water on the floor of the bar.
the guy across the way turned and you tried not to feel like your breath was being taken away. the confidence you had been feeling was fading, but you were holding on to it with a vice grip.
with a shake of your head, you marched towards him. he had a confused look on his face, but there was a sense of amusement pulling at his lips.
without a word, you pressed your lips to his and pressed your cold hands to his cheeks.
the chill made him shudder as he slipped his hand around your waist and pulled you into him, deepening the kiss.
it was all consuming as you gasped and he took the opportunity to swipe his tongue in your mouth. you didn’t even try to fight him for dominance like you normally would.
you suddenly became painfully aware that you were standing in the middle of this bar, in front of a bunch of strangers passionately kissing this random man.
the men who he had been talking with were all standing there in shock. their mouths agape as they took in the sight. there were a few strangled cheers from them.
you pulled back slowly from his intoxicating presence and whispered, “do you still wanna take me home?”
“huh uh.” he replied as if he was in a trance.
you nodded slowly.
his arms loosened as he lowered you back to the ground and you felt solid.
for a moment you couldn’t hear anything as your heart pumped faster in your ears.
he turned and there were looks exchanged with the group as he snatched his coat from the back of a chair as you intertwined your fingers with his and yanked him towards the door.
the cold air from outside felt like a smack in the face and you both practically ran to his car, but his hand never left yours.
when you slid into the passenger seat and he locked the door and started the heat, he reached over to capture you again in a heated kiss.
you moaned loudly and he chuckled to himself.
your cheeks were hot as he pulled away. the radio was quiet as the two of you braved the storm coming down right now.
the windshield wipers were loud and scraping across the glass as he slowed to a stop in a covered parking garage.
you felt shaky as you followed him to his apartment.
once you were in the elevator, he was on you again.
you weren’t expecting it. it was a shock.
the way he stalked towards you and crowded you against the wall.
but you loved it. there was something darker about his brown eyes now.
you studied his face and tried to decipher what was going on in his head.
he feverishly kissed you again, this time his hands roaming more of you.
they were no longer contained to the appropriateness of your waist.
they were slipping under the hem of your shirt, sliding across your bare skin.
you gasped into his ear as he scraped his teeth across your neck.
he loved that sound.
his forefingers prodded at the underwire of your bra and you praised yourself for wearing your good set tonight.
you were panting as his other hand drifted back down, towards the top of your skirt. he tugged on it and the breath caught in your throat.
thoughts were racing in your head as you took in the sensation of his lips on your skin, the feeling of his hands on your body. you could feel his heart thumping against his chest. your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your own chest.
you didn’t register what he was doing as he lifted your leg and wrapped it around his waist. your heel digging into his backside a little bit and he winced at it, but he reveled in the feeling.
he slotted himself in the freed space and rutted against you, painfully hard.
you gasped at the feeling and needed more. your hand bunching the fabric of his jacket.
god, how long was this elevator ride? you wondered.
just then there was a ding and he was sliding away from you. your leg dropping from him and once again you were finding his hand, but this time it was him intertwining his fingers.
he yanked you out of the elevator and you yelped.
you were practically running down the hallway trying to keep up with him.
the door swung open with a thud and he was tugging you in harshly.
your shoes clattered against the floor as you kicked them off and he led you further into his place.
“do you want a drink?” he asked.
you nodded and he pulled glasses from the cabinet. as he did, you were looking around. the sleekness of everything. it was all grey and dark marbles. the windows huge overlooking the city lights.
“this is your place?” you gawked.
“yeah.” he answered with a shrug as if it wasn’t worth half your yearly salary.
“here.” he handed you.
“what is it?”
“a manhattan.”
“you made me a manhattan?”
“i don’t know what you like.” he answered.
“a vodka cranberry.”
“i don’t have any vodka right now.”
“okay, so you like manhattans?”
“fuck no.”
“then why did you make them?”
“because i didn’t think you’d want a beer.”
“so your next move was a manhattan?”
“it’s the only drink i know how to make.”
you looked at him with a confused face. what a strange thing to know and not enjoy.
he started rambling something about his mom liking it and you held up your hand, stopping his train of thought.
in one motion you threw the drink back and winced at the burn.
“oh god that’s not my drink.”
he looked amused and then upset as you took his from his hands abruptly and drank that one too.
“are you nervous?”
“huh uh.”
“why? you’re the one who stormed into the bar and kissed me.”
“i don’t normally do this.”
“so why did you?”
“because you’re a hot guy from the bar.”
“seth. my name is seth.”
“oh. hi.” you whispered, blushing. you didn’t realize you hadn’t known his name until now.
“this view is…” you turned and slipped on your feet a little.
seth reached out and caught you. he tugged you closer, his muscles flexing around you.
“and yours is?”
“y/n.”
“okay, y/n.”
“so why don’t you tell me what had you ambushing me at the bar tonight.”
“it wasn’t really an ambush. and do you really want to know? or do you want to just bang?”
“do people say bang anymore?” you pushed him away in fake annoyance.
“they do!”
“no, they do not. trust me.” seth chuckled.
you decided then you liked his laugh. it was bright and airy. you were getting a sense that he wasn’t as serious as he was pretending to be right now.
“okay mr. womanizer.”
“i am not a womanizer. i love women.”
“says the womanizer.”
“womanizers don’t love women. they objectify women, there’s a difference.”
“and how do i know you’re different?”
“because that first night, you said no and i walked away. no questions asked.”
“true. i bet that killed you.”
“no, because you’re here now.” he smirked.
the smile disappeared from your face.
“you know what just take off your shirt.”
“okay.”
seth pulled shrugged off his jacket and pulled off his hoodie. it landed somewhere behind the couch.
“oh come on! that’s not fair.” you gestured to his tone torso and he glanced down.
seth knew he had you from the kiss in the bar, but he was reveling in this reaction from you.
“take off your shirt.”
“no! not with all of that going on.” you said self consciously, your arms instantly going to wrap around you. you hadn’t realized you were still wearing the wet coat.
“at least take off the coat, it’s getting water all over the floor.”
“what do you not own a mop?”
seth glanced around.
“oh my god!” you shouted smugly. “you don’t own a mop.” you giggled.
“who owns a mop? paper towels do the same thing.” he justified.
“what kind of weirdo are you?”
“a weirdo you said you wanted to bang.” he used air quotes around the word bang.
“don’t air quote me.”
“i just did.” seth did it again.
“oh now you’re just doing it incorrectly.”
“what are you the grammar police?”
“air quotes aren’t grammar, you idiot!”
“name calling? i’ve been called worse.” seth gawked.
“oh i’ll call you worse.” you snarked.
“i dare you.”
you stared at him with intensity and he met it right back. after a few seconds, he broke and started laughing. there was that laugh again that you liked.
“are you really just gonna stand there all night and drip wate—“
seth gulped as you yanked the soaking coat from your body and discarded it in a flourishing motion to the floor and peeled your shirt off in one go.
it revealed the lacy red bra you were wearing.
his throat suddenly felt dry as he drunk you in.
you cocked your hip in a move that was supposed to be dominating and you could tell it was working in the way he faltered in his step.
“take off your pants.” you demanded.
“you first.” seth replied.
“i’m not wearing pants.” you said cheekily.
you were playing with him and he loved it. a verbal sparring match. he loved how snarky you were being with him.
“fine!” he snapped.
seth hid the shake of his hand well as he unbuckled his belt and let it clatter to the ground. that sound was delicious and you could feel the wetness pool in your panties.
seth’s eyes never left your body as he kicked off his jeans and pushed them to the side.
“the skirt or whatever.” seth grumbled.
in a moment of unusual confidence, you didn’t follow suit with the skirt. something about him, his gaze, the way it was hungrily looking you over had you feeling extra assured.
you tried to not let your hands shake as you reached around your back, your breath anxious as you unbuttoned your bra.
it fell too slow for seth’s liking, but he was frozen in his spot. he didn’t wanna spook you. he was familiar of using confidence to mask anxiety and he could tell you were doing that.
so seth stayed where he was.
his hard-on growing very obviously and his chest rising heavily.
seth’s hands stayed at his sides, but all he wanted to do was cross his living room and touch you. at this point, he was aching to touch you. his fingers itching in a way he hadn’t really felt before.
they felt like they were on fire.
“like what you see?” you asked. your voice shaky.
seth felt like he was unable to speak, so he nodded.
his eyes were lust blown. so you crossed the space of the room and stepped into his space.
once you were close to him, seth couldn’t control himself and he was kissing you again.
his lips felt warmer now than they did before.
and his hands were somehow rougher than they had been before.
maybe it was all the new exposed skin he was exploring, but you could feel every callous on his hands as they ran across your skin.
seth breathed into you as his thumb circled around your nipple and you gasped in return. he swallowed the sound as he continued kissing you roughly.
both his hands were on your chest, heavy against your breasts as they toyed with your nipples.
seth was pulling sounds from you that you didn’t even know you could make and you weren’t even fully naked yet.
“seth. seth.” you muttered against his lips. he was drunk on you, his mind swimming as he kissed along your jaw.
“bedroom.” you whispered.
seth’s eyes shot open and he threw his head back, a low guttural groan coming from him.
you were pretty sure your eyes rolled into the back of your head at that.
seth latched his lips back to yours and his arms were tangled around your waist now. yours hooked around his neck. one playing in the strands of his black hair and the other raking your fingers down his back.
seth shuddered with each light scrape of your nail. he loved it and he wanted you to do that all night. in fact, he wanted you to do it harder. so he could walk into practice tomorrow, all the guys seeing exactly what had come from this encounter.
god he hoped it wasn’t the last encounter he had with you.
once in his bedroom, seth shut the door. there wasn’t any light in the room except for what you could see of the other tall buildings in the area.
you wondered what his room looked like. probably like the rest of his apartment. would there be odd knick knacks? he seemed like that type of guy despite the expensive car and building. you also noticed his shoes alone were worth two hundred dollars.
what the hell did he do? you pondered to yourself as his lips assaulted your neck. his hands back on your breasts.
definitely a boob guy. you laughed to yourself.
“what’s so funny?” he asked pulling back. his hands, still planted on your chest.
“nothing.” you said confidently. but he saw through that and raised an eyebrow.
“you’re a definite boob guy.” you glanced down and so did he. where his hands were covering the tops of your breasts.
“who wouldn’t be? yours are perfect.”
“i bet you tell that to all the girls.”
“yeah, but i mean it with you.” he smirked.
“oh my god!” you smacked his arm and he laughed.
“so are you gonna take off your pants, sorry skirt now?”
“what? you can’t do it?” you quipped.
“well they are kind of comfy.” seth chuckled.
you rolled your eyes and unzipped the side of your skirt and let it pool at your feet.
seth groaned at the sight of a pair of matching red panties. well, they had been matching until you had discarded your bra in the living room.
it was the only matching set in your entire closet and for some reason today, you decided you were gonna wear it today when getting your promotion for a little self-confidence boost. and boy, had it really done a number on you.
seth practically threw you on the bed and you squealed as he towered over you.
his lips were kissing you slower now than before and his hands were gentle as they trailed across your stomach.
he was trying to memorize how you felt. the softness of it. what was that smell you wearing? he wanted to bathe in it even if he’d get laughed out of the locker room.
seth’s fingers were dangerously close to the band of your underwear and your breath hitched.
you hadn’t quite figured out what to do with your hands, so you ran them up his bicep. in the darkness you could faintly make out the outline of a tattoo.
you wanted to know what it was, what it meant.
“lift your hips.” seth whispered in your ear and you obeyed. his fingers tucked underneath the band of the fabric and pulled them down your legs.
he tossed them to the side as if he didn’t care. and to tell you the truth, seth didn’t care. because they were in his way. his way of being with you.
“god you’re so hot.” he muttered and kissed you again.
“you’re the hot guy from the bar.”
“okay and you’re the hot girl from the bar.”
“oh please.” you rolled your eyes.
“i haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night.”
you rolled your eyes again.
“i’m serious.”
“you cannot be.”
“deadass.”
“ew, don’t say deadass.”
“why?”
“because who says that?”
“i’m sorry you think people say bang and not deadass? how old are you?”
“how old are you?!” you asked.
“22.”
“2 years.”
“you cannot be 2 years old.”
“no you moron, i’m two years older than you.”
“you didn’t have to go back to the name calling.” seth said dejectedly.
“i thought you’d been called worse.”
“not when i’m in bed with a woman.”
“so no degrading, got it.”
he huffed. “kinky.”
“you haven’t seen kinky.”
“wanna show me?”
“maybe next time. i really just want you to bang me.”
“oh god. you’re gonna keep using that?”
“well since i know you hate it, yes.”
“i don’t hate it.”
“mmm. i think you hate it.”
“fine whatever. i’ll bang you.”
“glad we’re finally on the same page.”
“kinky next time though.” seth winked.
“who says you’re getting a next time?”
“you did.” seth laughed.
“we’ll see how good of a bang you are.”
“oh so now i have to prove myself?” seth asked sitting back on his knees.
you pushed up on your elbows and looked at his shadowy.
“doubting yourself?” you questioned.
your foot ran up his side and your leg rested on his shoulder.
seth chuckled, his hand wrapping around your ankle.
his eyes kept yours as he kissed the inside of your calf before yanking you towards him.
your head falling from the pillow to the mattress. it jolted you as the bed shifted and he sunk to his knees at the foot of his bed.
“what are you—“ you started before he shushed you loudly.
“did you just shush me?!” you demanded incredulously.
“shush!” seth enunciated loudly this time and looked up from you devilishly.
you threw your head back in defeat and stated at his ceiling. there was a pattern of lines in the coloring. as seth wasn’t doing anything, you started counting the lines.
1….7….13…18…24…
seth’s hands were on your legs, inching towards your core. and it was driving you crazy.
he was playing with you now just like you had played with him.
“you know this really isn’t doing much for me.” you said.
“oh my god. do you have to talk about everything?” he demanded.
“it’s not like you’re doing anything.” you snapped.
seth rolled his eyes and huffed.
you opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out as his finger swiped through your wetness and you lurched at the connection.
“you know i think it was doing something.” seth taunted.
“would you shut up?”
“oh so you’re the only one who gets to speak?”
“i support a man’s right to shut the fuck up.” you said.
seth chuckled loudly. he didn’t respond. instead, his thumb was circling your clit. without warning.
you moaned in response.
seth grinned to himself.
seth’s thumb alternated between pressure and circular motions on your clit which had you squirming underneath him.
and when his index finger poked at your hole you tensed, but he shushed you. it was more gentle this time. he waited as you looked at him and you nodded in approval before he crooked into you.
it matched the pace of his other hand on your clit and you were a writhing mess.
your hand bunching the sheets next to him. you wanted to tangle it in his hair.
god why wasn’t his mouth on you?
it’s like seth could read your mind because the next thing you knew you were losing contact and whining at that, but he was replacing his fingers with his tongue.
you were falling apart underneath him. his tongue flicking against the bundle of nerves and his teeth scraping it.
your hand found his hair and tugged at it. he groaned against you, the sound vibrating through you.
“oh god seth.” you moaned loudly and bit your lip trying to contain the sounds you were making.
seth’s hand grabbed your other hand and brought it to meet your other hand. you were practically pushing him further into your cunt at this point, but he loved it. and the grip on his hair was harsh, but the sting was so delicious to him as he focused on that and not the ache in his penis.
his hands were free now, so he ran them up your stomach to your breasts.
yep, a definite boob guy.
he cupped one breast in one hand and massaged it while the other, seth played with the nipple. rubbing it between his index finger and thumb.
“i’m gonna—“ you were mumbling now. words escaping you.
good. he needed you to do this sooner than later because he was dangerously close to cumming in his underwear which would be very embarrassing.
and seth so badly wanted to fuck you.
you were so tight around his fingers and all that he could see in his brain was how it would be to push into you for the first time.
seth continued his movements. you were overstimulated as he flicked his tongue faster and alternated between sucking.
“seth.” you gasped. you were trying to be quiet, but it wasn’t working as you just continued to moan his name until your toes curled and the shiver washed over you, the high that had been teetering on the edge falling.
you were gasping heavily. seth didn’t stop as you panted. you had to practically pull him from you, you couldn’t handle it anymore, your legs shaking.
seth pressed a kiss to your clit and your legs snapped closed around him, but his shoulders pushed them apart.
“nothing to say?” seth asked. his voice was raw and cocky. his lips were wet as he pressed soft kisses up your stomach and across the mounds of your breasts.
he focused on your neck briefly, waiting for a response, but nothing came.
seth looked up. your eyes were cloudy and heavy.
“that was—“ you started, but the words failed you.
“i know.”
“don’t be glib.” you murmured.
“okay.” seth conceded.
seth kissed you then and you could taste yourself on him. a sensation you weren’t used to and it was strangely hot.
the entire thing was hot. you weren’t used to guys doing that. wow. nothing about this encounter was normal for you.
you were being snarky with him for the sake of it because he brought that out in you. this confidence that you hadn’t had in a long time. not before him.
you kinda loved that. you wanted to tell him that. but you wouldn’t. because that would be weird.
your head was reeling.
seth was hovering over you. his arms trapping your head. and you could feel him. the bulge in his underwear. god he was painfully hard.
you practically drooled at the thought of him.
“do you want me to bang you?” seth smirked.
you were too tired to laugh and too tired to come up with some kind of quip.
“please fuck me.” you begged.
and that was better than seth could have even imagined.
before you knew it, seth was flipping you over.
your face in the pillow. he l pulled your ass up, pushing your hips forward.
you heard shuffling behind you. the bed dipping as he got up and tossed his underwear to the side.
you were kind of disappointed you weren’t taking in his size at this moment, but you did love the idea of this position.
you heard the tearing of a wrapper and listened to seth groan as he slid it on. he was aching at this point.
“are you okay?”
you hummed in response.
“use your words, pretty girl.”
“yes.” you said.
seth was behind you then. his tip running through your slit, gathering your wetness. and you squirmed in response. you rutted back against him and yelped as he smacked your ass in response.
you gasped as he pushed in slowly. seth was groaning. your gasp barely audible to him as he stretched you out. your walls tightened around him, clenching.
he was in heaven.
seth didn’t even want to move afraid he wouldn’t last long.
you pushed back against him. your ass jiggling in front of him with his cock sticking out of your cunt was a sight that would live in his brain forever.
he smacked your ass again before rubbing the sting.
you yelped again. seth loved the sound.
seth pulled out before ramming back into you.
again and again.
his pace was brutal. fast and rough.
you were groaning into the pillow, trying to muffle your sounds.
suddenly, you were aware that he had neighbors and it was later at night. and they did not need to hear you getting railed by this man.
“let me hear you.” seth said.
and you didn’t respond immediately because he then said, no…begged, “please.”
“oh my god.” you moaned loudly. each word accompanied with their own guttural expression.
seth was falling apart behind you. the only sounds in the room were your bodies colliding together and the unholy sounds you were making.
there were curse words falling from his mouth. you wanted to see him. the expression he was making.
and once again, it’s like seth could hear what you were thinking, but he was snaking his hand around your waist and pulling you up.
your back flush to his chest as he fucked up into you.
one of his hands on your hip steadying the two of you and the other cupping your breast.
your hand came back to tangle in his hair again and you turned your head to look at him.
his eyes were the same lusty brown they had been before. there was sweat on his forehead. pink tints painted across his cheeks and his lips were swollen.
you kissed him and got lost in the taste of him.
seth loved the slight tug of your fingers on the back of his head.
your other hand was playing with your own clit.
you both were moaning in each other’s mouths.
this was the hottest thing he had experienced and he never wanted it to end.
your walls were fluttering around him and he knew you were close.
your stomach was tight and your mind felt like a million neurons were firing.
your skin was on fire. you were burning alive in a way and seth was on the only water source in a hundred miles.
his thrusts became sloppy and you felt him faltering behind you and as his hand left your breast to take over your own ministrations on your bundle of nerves, that’s when you came.
you screamed his name so loud. you weren’t even ashamed. your cheeks were red and your chest was rising and falling fast as your heart beat rapidly.
seth was slamming into you before he choked out a groan and came.
his body fell on top of you - pushing you into the mattress.
his weight was calming as he settled his breathing.
he was hot and sweating behind you. seth felt unbelievably close and you didn’t want him to leave you.
when he made a move to disconnect you, to dispose of the condom, you tugged his arm.
“no. just a little longer.”
seth laughed softly.
“okay, y/n.” seth kissed your forehead.
finally your breathing calmed and so did his and after a few minutes he finally got up.
you shuddered at the loss of contact.
he left for the en-suite and came back a few minutes refreshed.
seth pulled you from bed forcing you into the bathroom and into the shower.
“i want to sleep.” you murmured stepping into the hot water.
“we will.” seth said.
you felt weak. you made no moves to do anything under the water.
“damn, gonna make me do all the work, huh?”
“hey, you made me get out of bed.” you said.
“fine.” seth murmured.
he didn’t say anything else as he poured shampoo in his hand and lathered it in your hair before giving you the best head massage you had ever had.
it was then you decided you were definitely giving him head in the morning because what the fuck was this man doing.
you knew you weren’t special. he probably did this with every girl he slept with, but goddamn.
but you were special. you had challenged him in a way he liked and made him laugh in a way he hadn’t in a long time. seth liked you. he hoped you would let him see you again.
after your shower, seth tossed you a shirt to sleep in. it was black with red lettering. on the back there was a number and a last name.
“jarvis 24.”
he’d done it selfishly. he wanted to see how you looked in it.
“canes fan?” you asked nonchalantly. seth was taken aback. you genuinely didn’t know or watch hockey. your friends were fans, but you didn’t follow the sport. football was your thing.
“no, that’s me.” seth said.
your eyes bulged out of your head.
“i’m sorry what?!” you practically shouted.
seth laughed so hard he was hunched over the bed gasping for hair.
“oh i was i had that on camera.”
you looked around the bedroom now. you could see more pictures on the wall and there were memorabilia from what you assumed was his career.
“you’re seth jarvis.”
“the one and only.” seth said cockily as he got in bed and pulled the covers down for you.
you jumped on the bed next to him.
“oh please. you’re not that big of a deal.”
“who says?”
“me.”
“why?”
“because you don’t even own a mop.”
“i can’t be a big deal because i don’t own a mop?”
“yes. what self respecting guy doesn’t own a mop?”
“what guys do you know?”
“self respecting guys.”
“oh my god. go to bed.”
“whatever.” you said and yanked the covers away from him. he yanked them from you in response.
after a few minutes of quiet you said, “i can’t believe i slept with a canadian.”
“ha! so you do know who i am.”
“my friend is obsessed with the canes. she talked about seth jarvis the canadian. i didn’t know it was you.”
“i’m not convinced. you wanted me.” seth rolled over.
“in your dreams.”
“you’re damn right.” seth said and kissed you quickly. wrapped his arm around you tugged you against his body. you could feel the already growing bulge he had going.
you rocked your ass against it and seth groaned in response.
you laughed and tried to quiet your brain to sleep.
—
the next morning you woke to knocking on the door.
seth was in the bathroom.
you swung your legs off the bed and departed from the bedroom.
you ran your hands through your hair as you opened up the door and found a random man standing there.
he looked oddly familiar.
“hello?” you asked confused.
“uh…” the guy froze.
he was holding a mop and a bottle of vodka in one hand.
you blinked multiple times trying to ascertain if you were still dreaming the strangest dream you had ever had.
“kk!” seth shouted behind you.
you jumped in surprise.
“jarvy. why hell you need me to get these this early?” the guy asked with an accent.
you looked to seth with suspicious eyes.
“thanks, man! i owe you.” jarvy said and took the mop and vodka to him. he didn’t answer the guys question, instead he shut the door in his face.
who sputtered on the other side of it.
“uh…that was rude.” you pointed out.
“what?” seth asked as he set the vodka down on the counter and leaned the mop up against the island.
“you want coffee? i don’t have it, but i can doordash it. i can’t ask kk, he’ll be mad. or i think i have some red bulls.” seth rambled opening the fridge.
you were staring bewildered at the mop and vodka.
“y/n?” seth paused turning back to look at you.
“you got a mop and vodka? at 7:57 am?” you asked.
seth shrugged.
“seth.”
“y/n.” seth said.
“seth.”
“will you go on a date with me?”
“this is the weirdest and most romantic way i have ever been asked on a date.” you said.
“is that a yes?” seth held his breath. yes.” you looked at the mop one more time before looking in his brown eyes. they were beautiful and large.
“awesome.” seth said and kissed your forehead.
he pulled you into his side as he stared into his fridge.
“oh sick, i do have some coffee.”
seth pulled out a random brand of canned coffee you had never seen with russian lettering.
“what even is this?”
“i don’t know. i didn’t buy it.”
“then why is it in there?”
“probably when drei was staying here.”
“who’s drei?”
“andrei svechnikov.”
your head was reeling. “how long has that been in there?”
“i don’t know…months?”
“i’m not drinking that.”
“fine, let’s go get breakfast. but this doesn’t count as our date.”
“okay…fine. you can have another date.”
“don’t act like you didn’t wanna give me another one. remember this is the strangest and most romantic way you’ve been asked out before.”
“you’re right. i’m figuring out you’re a weirdo, seth.”
“again with the name calling.”
“it could be worse.”
“your right. it could be.” seth agreed.
“oh god, i don’t have anything to wear.” you grumbled.
“you can just wear this.” seth said and tugged on the bottom of his shirt.
“what if i don’t want to?” you asked.
“why not?” seth asked.
you smiled devilishly and pulled it over your head to reveal your perky breasts and nipples to him.
seth was weak in the knees. he was practically running after you to the bedroom.
before breakfast, you were gonna make good on one promise you made last night.
(s.jarvis) — what a feeling to be right here beside you now
a/n: this is for @jostystyles one direction song fic challenge! i’m so sorry that this is so late, you know what’s been going on lately. but you haven’t shut up about jarvy (lovingly) so i have dedicated this to you. i hope you love it <3 (also p.s. this was written entirely on my phone so read with that warning!)
synopsis: based off the scene from crazy stupid love with ryan gosling & emma stone. y/n meets seth on a night out with her girl, and he tries to take her home. fast forward a couple weeks and she’s back in the same bar…
word count: +6.6k
warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, smut — protected sex, oral (f) receiving, mentions of head. please let me know if there is anything else so i can tag it properly!
“i’m telling you. you need to get laid.” your friend, ashley, said. her drink spilling on the table.
“oh my god!” you sputtered.
“what! i’m just being honest.”
“you’re drunk.”
“drunk and honest.”
“i do not need to get laid.”
“yes you do! and look, there’s a hot guy. a group of hot guys!” ashley said her voice wasn’t a whisper and you caught them looking your way. and you couldn’t lie, they were hot.
there were several of them crowded into a booth. all of them larger in stature and talking animatedly. a couple of them had glanced your way after ashley had made her declaration.
you made eye contact with one of them, the boy with big brown eyes and longer black hair. it was poking out from his backwards hat.
ashley smiled at him and he was coming over.
oh god.
“what are you doing?” you demanded.
“what you should be doing.”
“hi.” the guy said.
“hi, i’m ash.” ashley’s hi was drawn out and her face was flushed.
you rolled your eyes.
“seth.” he said.
“this is my friend, y/n.”
he reached out to take your hand.
you rolled your eyes again, but you shook his hand.
he sat down next to you.
“having fun?”
“no.” you answered.
“why not?”
“she’s lying. she thinks you’re hot.” ashley answered for you.
“ash!” you snapped.
“oh you do?”
“i don’t.” you said with a sly smile.
“really?”
“nope.” you pursed your lips in a thin smile.
now you had to prove a point to him. and ashley. and his damn friends who were looking at you all in amusement.
you didn’t really care what his name was as he flirted with ashley and kept trying to get a rise out of you as he inched closer to you.
you could tell, he was trying to get you to go home with him. like hell.
“ash. we should go.” you said.
“that’s kind of forward, but okay.” seth joked.
you shot him daggers.
ash giggled and he laughed with her.
“sorry about her, she’s being all serious. she’s stressed out at work.”
“i get that. you should have some fun.”
“oh and that should be with you?”
“could be.” he licked his lips.
“let’s go.”
“really?” he looked genuinely hopeful.
“nope. ash.”
you got up from the table and swung on your coat.
ash was a giggling mess as she got to her feet.
“ash.” you called from the door.
“i’m coming!” she shouted back.
ash stumbled on her feet and seth reached out to catch her.
“thank you, sssss.”
“seth.”
“ssssseth.” ash said and booped his nose.
seth chuckled as she made her way to the door where you took over holding her up.
he made his way back to the table and the guys were laughing at him.
“dude, way to strike out.” jack said.
“shut up.” seth replied.
“oh my god! she —“ andrei laughed and booped kk’s nose mocking seth who took a giant sip of his beer.
—
a few weeks later
—
“what, ash?”
“come on, come out. one drink.”
“no!” you said into the phone.
“please…” ash begged.
“i have so much work to do.”
“it’s past 9:30, y/n. and you don’t even get overtime.”
“i know, i know, but they fired two people.”
“y/n…hot bar guy is here.”
“ash…”
“i’m blanking on his name. but you know the one.”
“ash.”
“no i’m being serious y/n. you shouldn’t be doing work right now. you should be studying his ceiling as he rails you.”
“ash!” you would never not be surprised at her vulgarity.
just then, the man beside her turned.
“in what world? nuh huh. turn around.” ash said and pushed his face the other way.
“i’m serious, y/n. you should be studying the curve of his fucking coc—“
the dial tone took over the phone. “hello? hello? y/n? okay too far.”
the guy turned back to ash.
“you & me? seriously? not gonna happen.” ash laughed before grabbing her drink and trying to find her own man to study for the night.
—
a few days later
—
it was the night of your promotion. ashley was standing beside you throwing back the company provided drinks.
“he’s got a lot of nerve.” she said.
“it’s fine.” you mumbled.
“no. don’t let that asshole off. it’s not fine.” she demanded.
“what am i gonna do about it?” you asked.
she’s right. it wasn’t fine. your shitty ex had shown up with his new girl. the girl who he had cheated on you with. the one everyone in this damn office knew about. because you all worked together. and you couldn’t escape the whispers and the knowing looks. but you had just made associate partner in your department, so no. you were not gonna let him win. he was sending you smug smiles all night.
when no one was looking, ash flipped him off.
“get laid.” ash said.
“oh my god. by who?” you asked. she really was never gonna let it go. she was constantly trying to manage your sex life. like a good friend, she cared about your health. even if that meant the health of your sex life.
ash downed the rest of her drink and pulled you to the window. she looked down the block towards the bar you’d been frequenting lately with her. you could barely make it out in the pouring rain.
“hot guy bar.”
“what?”
“hot bar guy!” ash correct herself.
“you can’t be serious.”
“i bet he’s there. come on, y/n. you deserve a really good hot lay. let him fuck you.”
“i can’t believe we’re talking about this now. here.” you looked around.
“well…” ash shrugged.
“oh my god.” throwing caution to the wind, you took the rest of your vodka cran like a really long shot and ashley cheered really loudly. the two of you drawing attention.
“text me tomorrow.”
you nodded as ashley high fived you excitedly.
“hell yeah!” ash shouted after you as you made your way down the stairs.
—
“you.” you shouted in the middle of the bar. your hair was soaking wet and your coat was dripping droplets of water on the floor of the bar.
the guy across the way turned and you tried not to feel like your breath was being taken away. the confidence you had been feeling was fading, but you were holding on to it with a vice grip.
with a shake of your head, you marched towards him. he had a confused look on his face, but there was a sense of amusement pulling at his lips.
without a word, you pressed your lips to his and pressed your cold hands to his cheeks.
the chill made him shudder as he slipped his hand around your waist and pulled you into him, deepening the kiss.
it was all consuming as you gasped and he took the opportunity to swipe his tongue in your mouth. you didn’t even try to fight him for dominance like you normally would.
you suddenly became painfully aware that you were standing in the middle of this bar, in front of a bunch of strangers passionately kissing this random man.
the men who he had been talking with were all standing there in shock. their mouths agape as they took in the sight. there were a few strangled cheers from them.
you pulled back slowly from his intoxicating presence and whispered, “do you still wanna take me home?”
“huh uh.” he replied as if he was in a trance.
you nodded slowly.
his arms loosened as he lowered you back to the ground and you felt solid.
for a moment you couldn’t hear anything as your heart pumped faster in your ears.
he turned and there were looks exchanged with the group as he snatched his coat from the back of a chair as you intertwined your fingers with his and yanked him towards the door.
the cold air from outside felt like a smack in the face and you both practically ran to his car, but his hand never left yours.
when you slid into the passenger seat and he locked the door and started the heat, he reached over to capture you again in a heated kiss.
you moaned loudly and he chuckled to himself.
your cheeks were hot as he pulled away. the radio was quiet as the two of you braved the storm coming down right now.
the windshield wipers were loud and scraping across the glass as he slowed to a stop in a covered parking garage.
you felt shaky as you followed him to his apartment.
once you were in the elevator, he was on you again.
you weren’t expecting it. it was a shock.
the way he stalked towards you and crowded you against the wall.
but you loved it. there was something darker about his brown eyes now.
you studied his face and tried to decipher what was going on in his head.
he feverishly kissed you again, this time his hands roaming more of you.
they were no longer contained to the appropriateness of your waist.
they were slipping under the hem of your shirt, sliding across your bare skin.
you gasped into his ear as he scraped his teeth across your neck.
he loved that sound.
his forefingers prodded at the underwire of your bra and you praised yourself for wearing your good set tonight.
you were panting as his other hand drifted back down, towards the top of your skirt. he tugged on it and the breath caught in your throat.
thoughts were racing in your head as you took in the sensation of his lips on your skin, the feeling of his hands on your body. you could feel his heart thumping against his chest. your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your own chest.
you didn’t register what he was doing as he lifted your leg and wrapped it around his waist. your heel digging into his backside a little bit and he winced at it, but he reveled in the feeling.
he slotted himself in the freed space and rutted against you, painfully hard.
you gasped at the feeling and needed more. your hand bunching the fabric of his jacket.
god, how long was this elevator ride? you wondered.
just then there was a ding and he was sliding away from you. your leg dropping from him and once again you were finding his hand, but this time it was him intertwining his fingers.
he yanked you out of the elevator and you yelped.
you were practically running down the hallway trying to keep up with him.
the door swung open with a thud and he was tugging you in harshly.
your shoes clattered against the floor as you kicked them off and he led you further into his place.
“do you want a drink?” he asked.
you nodded and he pulled glasses from the cabinet. as he did, you were looking around. the sleekness of everything. it was all grey and dark marbles. the windows huge overlooking the city lights.
“this is your place?” you gawked.
“yeah.” he answered with a shrug as if it wasn’t worth half your yearly salary.
“here.” he handed you.
“what is it?”
“a manhattan.”
“you made me a manhattan?”
“i don’t know what you like.” he answered.
“a vodka cranberry.”
“i don’t have any vodka right now.”
“okay, so you like manhattans?”
“fuck no.”
“then why did you make them?”
“because i didn’t think you’d want a beer.”
“so your next move was a manhattan?”
“it’s the only drink i know how to make.”
you looked at him with a confused face. what a strange thing to know and not enjoy.
he started rambling something about his mom liking it and you held up your hand, stopping his train of thought.
in one motion you threw the drink back and winced at the burn.
“oh god that’s not my drink.”
he looked amused and then upset as you took his from his hands abruptly and drank that one too.
“are you nervous?”
“huh uh.”
“why? you’re the one who stormed into the bar and kissed me.”
“i don’t normally do this.”
“so why did you?”
“because you’re a hot guy from the bar.”
“seth. my name is seth.”
“oh. hi.” you whispered, blushing. you didn’t realize you hadn’t known his name until now.
“this view is…” you turned and slipped on your feet a little.
seth reached out and caught you. he tugged you closer, his muscles flexing around you.
“and yours is?”
“y/n.”
“okay, y/n.”
“so why don’t you tell me what had you ambushing me at the bar tonight.”
“it wasn’t really an ambush. and do you really want to know? or do you want to just bang?”
“do people say bang anymore?” you pushed him away in fake annoyance.
“they do!”
“no, they do not. trust me.” seth chuckled.
you decided then you liked his laugh. it was bright and airy. you were getting a sense that he wasn’t as serious as he was pretending to be right now.
“okay mr. womanizer.”
“i am not a womanizer. i love women.”
“says the womanizer.”
“womanizers don’t love women. they objectify women, there’s a difference.”
“and how do i know you’re different?”
“because that first night, you said no and i walked away. no questions asked.”
“true. i bet that killed you.”
“no, because you’re here now.” he smirked.
the smile disappeared from your face.
“you know what just take off your shirt.”
“okay.”
seth pulled shrugged off his jacket and pulled off his hoodie. it landed somewhere behind the couch.
“oh come on! that’s not fair.” you gestured to his tone torso and he glanced down.
seth knew he had you from the kiss in the bar, but he was reveling in this reaction from you.
“take off your shirt.”
“no! not with all of that going on.” you said self consciously, your arms instantly going to wrap around you. you hadn’t realized you were still wearing the wet coat.
“at least take off the coat, it’s getting water all over the floor.”
“what do you not own a mop?”
seth glanced around.
“oh my god!” you shouted smugly. “you don’t own a mop.” you giggled.
“who owns a mop? paper towels do the same thing.” he justified.
“what kind of weirdo are you?”
“a weirdo you said you wanted to bang.” he used air quotes around the word bang.
“don’t air quote me.”
“i just did.” seth did it again.
“oh now you’re just doing it incorrectly.”
“what are you the grammar police?”
“air quotes aren’t grammar, you idiot!”
“name calling? i’ve been called worse.” seth gawked.
“oh i’ll call you worse.” you snarked.
“i dare you.”
you stared at him with intensity and he met it right back. after a few seconds, he broke and started laughing. there was that laugh again that you liked.
“are you really just gonna stand there all night and drip wate—“
seth gulped as you yanked the soaking coat from your body and discarded it in a flourishing motion to the floor and peeled your shirt off in one go.
it revealed the lacy red bra you were wearing.
his throat suddenly felt dry as he drunk you in.
you cocked your hip in a move that was supposed to be dominating and you could tell it was working in the way he faltered in his step.
“take off your pants.” you demanded.
“you first.” seth replied.
“i’m not wearing pants.” you said cheekily.
you were playing with him and he loved it. a verbal sparring match. he loved how snarky you were being with him.
“fine!” he snapped.
seth hid the shake of his hand well as he unbuckled his belt and let it clatter to the ground. that sound was delicious and you could feel the wetness pool in your panties.
seth’s eyes never left your body as he kicked off his jeans and pushed them to the side.
“the skirt or whatever.” seth grumbled.
in a moment of unusual confidence, you didn’t follow suit with the skirt. something about him, his gaze, the way it was hungrily looking you over had you feeling extra assured.
you tried to not let your hands shake as you reached around your back, your breath anxious as you unbuttoned your bra.
it fell too slow for seth’s liking, but he was frozen in his spot. he didn’t wanna spook you. he was familiar of using confidence to mask anxiety and he could tell you were doing that.
so seth stayed where he was.
his hard-on growing very obviously and his chest rising heavily.
seth’s hands stayed at his sides, but all he wanted to do was cross his living room and touch you. at this point, he was aching to touch you. his fingers itching in a way he hadn’t really felt before.
they felt like they were on fire.
“like what you see?” you asked. your voice shaky.
seth felt like he was unable to speak, so he nodded.
his eyes were lust blown. so you crossed the space of the room and stepped into his space.
once you were close to him, seth couldn’t control himself and he was kissing you again.
his lips felt warmer now than they did before.
and his hands were somehow rougher than they had been before.
maybe it was all the new exposed skin he was exploring, but you could feel every callous on his hands as they ran across your skin.
seth breathed into you as his thumb circled around your nipple and you gasped in return. he swallowed the sound as he continued kissing you roughly.
both his hands were on your chest, heavy against your breasts as they toyed with your nipples.
seth was pulling sounds from you that you didn’t even know you could make and you weren’t even fully naked yet.
“seth. seth.” you muttered against his lips. he was drunk on you, his mind swimming as he kissed along your jaw.
“bedroom.” you whispered.
seth’s eyes shot open and he threw his head back, a low guttural groan coming from him.
you were pretty sure your eyes rolled into the back of your head at that.
seth latched his lips back to yours and his arms were tangled around your waist now. yours hooked around his neck. one playing in the strands of his black hair and the other raking your fingers down his back.
seth shuddered with each light scrape of your nail. he loved it and he wanted you to do that all night. in fact, he wanted you to do it harder. so he could walk into practice tomorrow, all the guys seeing exactly what had come from this encounter.
god he hoped it wasn’t the last encounter he had with you.
once in his bedroom, seth shut the door. there wasn’t any light in the room except for what you could see of the other tall buildings in the area.
you wondered what his room looked like. probably like the rest of his apartment. would there be odd knick knacks? he seemed like that type of guy despite the expensive car and building. you also noticed his shoes alone were worth two hundred dollars.
what the hell did he do? you pondered to yourself as his lips assaulted your neck. his hands back on your breasts.
definitely a boob guy. you laughed to yourself.
“what’s so funny?” he asked pulling back. his hands, still planted on your chest.
“nothing.” you said confidently. but he saw through that and raised an eyebrow.
“you’re a definite boob guy.” you glanced down and so did he. where his hands were covering the tops of your breasts.
“who wouldn’t be? yours are perfect.”
“i bet you tell that to all the girls.”
“yeah, but i mean it with you.” he smirked.
“oh my god!” you smacked his arm and he laughed.
“so are you gonna take off your pants, sorry skirt now?”
“what? you can’t do it?” you quipped.
“well they are kind of comfy.” seth chuckled.
you rolled your eyes and unzipped the side of your skirt and let it pool at your feet.
seth groaned at the sight of a pair of matching red panties. well, they had been matching until you had discarded your bra in the living room.
it was the only matching set in your entire closet and for some reason today, you decided you were gonna wear it today when getting your promotion for a little self-confidence boost. and boy, had it really done a number on you.
seth practically threw you on the bed and you squealed as he towered over you.
his lips were kissing you slower now than before and his hands were gentle as they trailed across your stomach.
he was trying to memorize how you felt. the softness of it. what was that smell you wearing? he wanted to bathe in it even if he’d get laughed out of the locker room.
seth’s fingers were dangerously close to the band of your underwear and your breath hitched.
you hadn’t quite figured out what to do with your hands, so you ran them up his bicep. in the darkness you could faintly make out the outline of a tattoo.
you wanted to know what it was, what it meant.
“lift your hips.” seth whispered in your ear and you obeyed. his fingers tucked underneath the band of the fabric and pulled them down your legs.
he tossed them to the side as if he didn’t care. and to tell you the truth, seth didn’t care. because they were in his way. his way of being with you.
“god you’re so hot.” he muttered and kissed you again.
“you’re the hot guy from the bar.”
“okay and you’re the hot girl from the bar.”
“oh please.” you rolled your eyes.
“i haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night.”
you rolled your eyes again.
“i’m serious.”
“you cannot be.”
“deadass.”
“ew, don’t say deadass.”
“why?”
“because who says that?”
“i’m sorry you think people say bang and not deadass? how old are you?”
“how old are you?!” you asked.
“22.”
“2 years.”
“you cannot be 2 years old.”
“no you moron, i’m two years older than you.”
“you didn’t have to go back to the name calling.” seth said dejectedly.
“i thought you’d been called worse.”
“not when i’m in bed with a woman.”
“so no degrading, got it.”
he huffed. “kinky.”
“you haven’t seen kinky.”
“wanna show me?”
“maybe next time. i really just want you to bang me.”
“oh god. you’re gonna keep using that?”
“well since i know you hate it, yes.”
“i don’t hate it.”
“mmm. i think you hate it.”
“fine whatever. i’ll bang you.”
“glad we’re finally on the same page.”
“kinky next time though.” seth winked.
“who says you’re getting a next time?”
“you did.” seth laughed.
“we’ll see how good of a bang you are.”
“oh so now i have to prove myself?” seth asked sitting back on his knees.
you pushed up on your elbows and looked at his shadowy.
“doubting yourself?” you questioned.
your foot ran up his side and your leg rested on his shoulder.
seth chuckled, his hand wrapping around your ankle.
his eyes kept yours as he kissed the inside of your calf before yanking you towards him.
your head falling from the pillow to the mattress. it jolted you as the bed shifted and he sunk to his knees at the foot of his bed.
“what are you—“ you started before he shushed you loudly.
“did you just shush me?!” you demanded incredulously.
“shush!” seth enunciated loudly this time and looked up from you devilishly.
you threw your head back in defeat and stated at his ceiling. there was a pattern of lines in the coloring. as seth wasn’t doing anything, you started counting the lines.
1….7….13…18…24…
seth’s hands were on your legs, inching towards your core. and it was driving you crazy.
he was playing with you now just like you had played with him.
“you know this really isn’t doing much for me.” you said.
“oh my god. do you have to talk about everything?” he demanded.
“it’s not like you’re doing anything.” you snapped.
seth rolled his eyes and huffed.
you opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out as his finger swiped through your wetness and you lurched at the connection.
“you know i think it was doing something.” seth taunted.
“would you shut up?”
“oh so you’re the only one who gets to speak?”
“i support a man’s right to shut the fuck up.” you said.
seth chuckled loudly. he didn’t respond. instead, his thumb was circling your clit. without warning.
you moaned in response.
seth grinned to himself.
seth’s thumb alternated between pressure and circular motions on your clit which had you squirming underneath him.
and when his index finger poked at your hole you tensed, but he shushed you. it was more gentle this time. he waited as you looked at him and you nodded in approval before he crooked into you.
it matched the pace of his other hand on your clit and you were a writhing mess.
your hand bunching the sheets next to him. you wanted to tangle it in his hair.
god why wasn’t his mouth on you?
it’s like seth could read your mind because the next thing you knew you were losing contact and whining at that, but he was replacing his fingers with his tongue.
you were falling apart underneath him. his tongue flicking against the bundle of nerves and his teeth scraping it.
your hand found his hair and tugged at it. he groaned against you, the sound vibrating through you.
“oh god seth.” you moaned loudly and bit your lip trying to contain the sounds you were making.
seth’s hand grabbed your other hand and brought it to meet your other hand. you were practically pushing him further into your cunt at this point, but he loved it. and the grip on his hair was harsh, but the sting was so delicious to him as he focused on that and not the ache in his penis.
his hands were free now, so he ran them up your stomach to your breasts.
yep, a definite boob guy.
he cupped one breast in one hand and massaged it while the other, seth played with the nipple. rubbing it between his index finger and thumb.
“i’m gonna—“ you were mumbling now. words escaping you.
good. he needed you to do this sooner than later because he was dangerously close to cumming in his underwear which would be very embarrassing.
and seth so badly wanted to fuck you.
you were so tight around his fingers and all that he could see in his brain was how it would be to push into you for the first time.
seth continued his movements. you were overstimulated as he flicked his tongue faster and alternated between sucking.
“seth.” you gasped. you were trying to be quiet, but it wasn’t working as you just continued to moan his name until your toes curled and the shiver washed over you, the high that had been teetering on the edge falling.
you were gasping heavily. seth didn’t stop as you panted. you had to practically pull him from you, you couldn’t handle it anymore, your legs shaking.
seth pressed a kiss to your clit and your legs snapped closed around him, but his shoulders pushed them apart.
“nothing to say?” seth asked. his voice was raw and cocky. his lips were wet as he pressed soft kisses up your stomach and across the mounds of your breasts.
he focused on your neck briefly, waiting for a response, but nothing came.
seth looked up. your eyes were cloudy and heavy.
“that was—“ you started, but the words failed you.
“i know.”
“don’t be glib.” you murmured.
“okay.” seth conceded.
seth kissed you then and you could taste yourself on him. a sensation you weren’t used to and it was strangely hot.
the entire thing was hot. you weren’t used to guys doing that. wow. nothing about this encounter was normal for you.
you were being snarky with him for the sake of it because he brought that out in you. this confidence that you hadn’t had in a long time. not before him.
you kinda loved that. you wanted to tell him that. but you wouldn’t. because that would be weird.
your head was reeling.
seth was hovering over you. his arms trapping your head. and you could feel him. the bulge in his underwear. god he was painfully hard.
you practically drooled at the thought of him.
“do you want me to bang you?” seth smirked.
you were too tired to laugh and too tired to come up with some kind of quip.
“please fuck me.” you begged.
and that was better than seth could have even imagined.
before you knew it, seth was flipping you over.
your face in the pillow. he l pulled your ass up, pushing your hips forward.
you heard shuffling behind you. the bed dipping as he got up and tossed his underwear to the side.
you were kind of disappointed you weren’t taking in his size at this moment, but you did love the idea of this position.
you heard the tearing of a wrapper and listened to seth groan as he slid it on. he was aching at this point.
“are you okay?”
you hummed in response.
“use your words, pretty girl.”
“yes.” you said.
seth was behind you then. his tip running through your slit, gathering your wetness. and you squirmed in response. you rutted back against him and yelped as he smacked your ass in response.
you gasped as he pushed in slowly. seth was groaning. your gasp barely audible to him as he stretched you out. your walls tightened around him, clenching.
he was in heaven.
seth didn’t even want to move afraid he wouldn’t last long.
you pushed back against him. your ass jiggling in front of him with his cock sticking out of your cunt was a sight that would live in his brain forever.
he smacked your ass again before rubbing the sting.
you yelped again. seth loved the sound.
seth pulled out before ramming back into you.
again and again.
his pace was brutal. fast and rough.
you were groaning into the pillow, trying to muffle your sounds.
suddenly, you were aware that he had neighbors and it was later at night. and they did not need to hear you getting railed by this man.
“let me hear you.” seth said.
and you didn’t respond immediately because he then said, no…begged, “please.”
“oh my god.” you moaned loudly. each word accompanied with their own guttural expression.
seth was falling apart behind you. the only sounds in the room were your bodies colliding together and the unholy sounds you were making.
there were curse words falling from his mouth. you wanted to see him. the expression he was making.
and once again, it’s like seth could hear what you were thinking, but he was snaking his hand around your waist and pulling you up.
your back flush to his chest as he fucked up into you.
one of his hands on your hip steadying the two of you and the other cupping your breast.
your hand came back to tangle in his hair again and you turned your head to look at him.
his eyes were the same lusty brown they had been before. there was sweat on his forehead. pink tints painted across his cheeks and his lips were swollen.
you kissed him and got lost in the taste of him.
seth loved the slight tug of your fingers on the back of his head.
your other hand was playing with your own clit.
you both were moaning in each other’s mouths.
this was the hottest thing he had experienced and he never wanted it to end.
your walls were fluttering around him and he knew you were close.
your stomach was tight and your mind felt like a million neurons were firing.
your skin was on fire. you were burning alive in a way and seth was on the only water source in a hundred miles.
his thrusts became sloppy and you felt him faltering behind you and as his hand left your breast to take over your own ministrations on your bundle of nerves, that’s when you came.
you screamed his name so loud. you weren’t even ashamed. your cheeks were red and your chest was rising and falling fast as your heart beat rapidly.
seth was slamming into you before he choked out a groan and came.
his body fell on top of you - pushing you into the mattress.
his weight was calming as he settled his breathing.
he was hot and sweating behind you. seth felt unbelievably close and you didn’t want him to leave you.
when he made a move to disconnect you, to dispose of the condom, you tugged his arm.
“no. just a little longer.”
seth laughed softly.
“okay, y/n.” seth kissed your forehead.
finally your breathing calmed and so did his and after a few minutes he finally got up.
you shuddered at the loss of contact.
he left for the en-suite and came back a few minutes refreshed.
seth pulled you from bed forcing you into the bathroom and into the shower.
“i want to sleep.” you murmured stepping into the hot water.
“we will.” seth said.
you felt weak. you made no moves to do anything under the water.
“damn, gonna make me do all the work, huh?”
“hey, you made me get out of bed.” you said.
“fine.” seth murmured.
he didn’t say anything else as he poured shampoo in his hand and lathered it in your hair before giving you the best head massage you had ever had.
it was then you decided you were definitely giving him head in the morning because what the fuck was this man doing.
you knew you weren’t special. he probably did this with every girl he slept with, but goddamn.
but you were special. you had challenged him in a way he liked and made him laugh in a way he hadn’t in a long time. seth liked you. he hoped you would let him see you again.
after your shower, seth tossed you a shirt to sleep in. it was black with red lettering. on the back there was a number and a last name.
“jarvis 24.”
he’d done it selfishly. he wanted to see how you looked in it.
“canes fan?” you asked nonchalantly. seth was taken aback. you genuinely didn’t know or watch hockey. your friends were fans, but you didn’t follow the sport. football was your thing.
“no, that’s me.” seth said.
your eyes bulged out of your head.
“i’m sorry what?!” you practically shouted.
seth laughed so hard he was hunched over the bed gasping for hair.
“oh i was i had that on camera.”
you looked around the bedroom now. you could see more pictures on the wall and there were memorabilia from what you assumed was his career.
“you’re seth jarvis.”
“the one and only.” seth said cockily as he got in bed and pulled the covers down for you.
you jumped on the bed next to him.
“oh please. you’re not that big of a deal.”
“who says?”
“me.”
“why?”
“because you don’t even own a mop.”
“i can’t be a big deal because i don’t own a mop?”
“yes. what self respecting guy doesn’t own a mop?”
“what guys do you know?”
“self respecting guys.”
“oh my god. go to bed.”
“whatever.” you said and yanked the covers away from him. he yanked them from you in response.
after a few minutes of quiet you said, “i can’t believe i slept with a canadian.”
“ha! so you do know who i am.”
“my friend is obsessed with the canes. she talked about seth jarvis the canadian. i didn’t know it was you.”
“i’m not convinced. you wanted me.” seth rolled over.
“in your dreams.”
“you’re damn right.” seth said and kissed you quickly. wrapped his arm around you tugged you against his body. you could feel the already growing bulge he had going.
you rocked your ass against it and seth groaned in response.
you laughed and tried to quiet your brain to sleep.
—
the next morning you woke to knocking on the door.
seth was in the bathroom.
you swung your legs off the bed and departed from the bedroom.
you ran your hands through your hair as you opened up the door and found a random man standing there.
he looked oddly familiar.
“hello?” you asked confused.
“uh…” the guy froze.
he was holding a mop and a bottle of vodka in one hand.
you blinked multiple times trying to ascertain if you were still dreaming the strangest dream you had ever had.
“kk!” seth shouted behind you.
you jumped in surprise.
“jarvy. why hell you need me to get these this early?” the guy asked with an accent.
you looked to seth with suspicious eyes.
“thanks, man! i owe you.” jarvy said and took the mop and vodka to him. he didn’t answer the guys question, instead he shut the door in his face.
who sputtered on the other side of it.
“uh…that was rude.” you pointed out.
“what?” seth asked as he set the vodka down on the counter and leaned the mop up against the island.
“you want coffee? i don’t have it, but i can doordash it. i can’t ask kk, he’ll be mad. or i think i have some red bulls.” seth rambled opening the fridge.
you were staring bewildered at the mop and vodka.
“y/n?” seth paused turning back to look at you.
“you got a mop and vodka? at 7:57 am?” you asked.
seth shrugged.
“seth.”
“y/n.” seth said.
“seth.”
“will you go on a date with me?”
“this is the weirdest and most romantic way i have ever been asked on a date.” you said.
“is that a yes?” seth held his breath. yes.” you looked at the mop one more time before looking in his brown eyes. they were beautiful and large.
“awesome.” seth said and kissed your forehead.
he pulled you into his side as he stared into his fridge.
“oh sick, i do have some coffee.”
seth pulled out a random brand of canned coffee you had never seen with russian lettering.
“what even is this?”
“i don’t know. i didn’t buy it.”
“then why is it in there?”
“probably when drei was staying here.”
“who’s drei?”
“andrei svechnikov.”
your head was reeling. “how long has that been in there?”
“i don’t know…months?”
“i’m not drinking that.”
“fine, let’s go get breakfast. but this doesn’t count as our date.”
“okay…fine. you can have another date.”
“don’t act like you didn’t wanna give me another one. remember this is the strangest and most romantic way you’ve been asked out before.”
“you’re right. i’m figuring out you’re a weirdo, seth.”
“again with the name calling.”
“it could be worse.”
“your right. it could be.” seth agreed.
“oh god, i don’t have anything to wear.” you grumbled.
“you can just wear this.” seth said and tugged on the bottom of his shirt.
“what if i don’t want to?” you asked.
“why not?” seth asked.
you smiled devilishly and pulled it over your head to reveal your perky breasts and nipples to him.
seth was weak in the knees. he was practically running after you to the bedroom.
before breakfast, you were gonna make good on one promise you made last night.
long time no see besties! i myself and probably some of you because we all know the 1d to hockey fan pipeline have been missing 1d lately due to certain events. so why not host a fic challenge!
rules:
choose one song and a player from this list
only one song per fic, you can choose two songs if you like as long as they’re separate pieces!
if choosing more than one song (limit two so it’s only fair) please send one ask per song!
first come first serve, i’ll be posting in order of asks so make sure to look and see what’s been claimed already
minimum word count of 600 but no maximum!
fics must be submitted by january 4!
if you’re writing smut you must be 18+
you don’t have to be following me but it would be appreciated! happy writing, tracks are below!
ALBUM 1: UP ALL NIGHT (2011)
track 1: what makes you beautiful
track 2: gotta be you
track 3: one thing
track 4: more than this
track 5: up all night
track 6: i wish
track 7: tell me a lie
track 8: taken
track 9: i want
track 10: everything about you
track 11: same mistakes
track 12: save you tonight
track 13: stole my heart
track 14: stand up
track 15: moments
bonus track: another world
bonus track: na na na
bonus track: i should’ve kissed you
ALBUM 2: TAKE ME HOME (2012)
track 1: live while we’re young
track 2: kiss you
track 3: little things
track 4: cmon cmon
track 5: last first kiss
track 6: heart attack
track 7: rock me
track 8: change my mind
track 9: i would
track 10: over again
track 11: back for you
track 12: they don’t know about us
track 13: summer love
track 14: she’s not afraid
track 15: loved you first
track 16: nobody compares
track 17: still the one
bonus track: truly madly deeply
bonus track: magic
bonus track: irresistible
ALBUM 3: MIDNIGHT MEMORIES (2013)
track 1: best song ever
track 2: story of my life
track 3: diana
track 4: midnight memories
track 5: you & i
track 6: don’t forget where you belong
track 7: strong
track 8: happily
track 9: right now
track 10: little black dress
track 11: through the dark
track 12: something great
track 13: little white lies
track 14: better than words
track 15: why don’t we go there
track 16: does he know
track 17: alive
track 18: half a heart
ALBUM 4: FOUR (2014)
track 1: steal my girl
track 2: ready to run
track 3: where do broken hearts go
track 4: 18
track 5: girl almighty
track 6: fools gold
track 7: night changes
track 8: no control
track 9: fireproof
track 10: spaces
track 11: stockholm syndrome
track 12: clouds
track 13: change your ticket
track 14: illusion
track 15: once in a lifetime
track 16: act my age
ALBUM 5: MADE IN THE A.M. (2015)
track 1: hey angel
track 2: drag me down
track 3: perfect
track 4: infinity
track 5: end of the day
track 6: if i could fly
track 7: long way down
track 8: never enough
track 9: olivia
track 10: what a feeling
track 11: love you goodbye
track 12: i want to write you a song
track 13: history
track 14: temporary fix
track 15: walking in the wind
track 16: wolves
track 17: a.m.
remember, once a track is claimed it’s gone! tagging some moots: @laurenairay @comphy-and-cozy @mattyanonwrites @2manytabsopen @lam-ila @ilyasorokinn @senditcolton @cellythefloshie @fallinallincurls
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