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8. "Who was that?"
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It would take a lot for me to snap were the words Nico had said in countless interviews, and he truly meant it.
He was never going to be the guy on the ice who was running his mouth, who was goading people into fights or purposely getting under peopleโs skin. He took pride in the fact he tended to remain as calm and collected as one could when playing a highly physical and contact sport like hockey.ย
But he was only human. He had his days where he was more on edge, where he was more easily irritated, where he was ready to fucking snap. Most of the time, it happened on the ice.ย
Sometimes, that urge happened elsewhere.ย
It had been building up all day. He had woken up a little later than he would have liked. Practice that morning had been a shitshow of disconnecting passes and tension fuelled by a three game losing streak. The hot water had stopped working in the apartment when he got back. And now, he was standing in a crowded bar with some of the other guys on the team and their partners because Nico had stupidly been the one to insist on team bonding exercises outside the ones planned by the team.ย
His final straw was coming back after waiting in a long line at the bathroom to find some guy standing beside you at the bar, smiling in a way that just made something in Nico twitch.ย
Again, he was usually a friendly guy who stayed calm and collected. He trusted you beyond anything else. He knew it wasnโt that big of a deal and, if it were any other day, he would make his way over, wind his arm around your waist to prove a point and politely introduce himself.ย
It was kind of hard to remember to be polite right now.ย
He took a step forward, no plan in mind beyond just wanting to shove that man at least five steps away from you when he felt a hand clasping his shoulder and roughly tugging him back. He let out a noise of surprise, whirling around to shoot Timo a betrayed look.ย
โWhat the fuck?โย
โOnly stopping you from doing something youโll regret in the morning,โ Timo replied with a shameless shrug. โCalm down before you get yourself thrown out.โย
His jaw twitched. โI wasnโt going to do anything.โย
โUh huh, and Iโm the king of Mars,โ Timo retorted blandly. โCalm down, tiger. The last thing you want is walking into the game tomorrow with a black eye for the media to obsess over.โย
Nico puffed his chest out. โThat guy would not be able to give me a black eyes.โ
Timoโs eyes flickered over his shoulder before patting Nico on the back. โWeโll both pretend to believe that, bud.โย
Nico didnโt get a chance to throw another retort at him before he disappeared back into the crowd. He turned on his heel, some tightness in his chest easing once he saw you were alone again and quickly made his way over.
โWho was that?โ He asked in lieu of a normal greeting.
Your face instantly brightened, a glassiness to your eyes that was aided by the couple of drinks you had so far. โNico, baby! Youโre back.โย
Nicoโs expression softened slightly. โYeah, mโback,โ he murmured, his hand resting on the small of your back as he leaned closer. โWho was your friend?โย
Your brows furrowed together in confusion before it seemed to click. โOh. Him? I donโt know.โย
Nico blinked. โYou donโt know?โย
โDidnโt bother asking for his name,โ you shook your head, smiling slightly. โAnd he didnโt tell me. He got sick and tired of hearing about you, I guess.โย
Nico swore his heart was thumping loud enough for the whole bar to hear. โYou talking about me?โย
โI always talk about you,โ you replied easily with a scoff. โYouโre, like, my favourite topic. Mโproud of you.โย
โSo sweet,โ Nico murmured, leaning down to press a lingering kiss on the top of your head before he could stop himself. โWanna get out of here?โย
divider by: cafekitsune & omi-resources
word count: 1.8k
synopsis: You cheat on your boyfriend Jason with the Red Hood
a/n: To my anon who requested this hope you liked it! I had to rush through editing so apologies for any grammar errors y'all might find.
warnings: 18+ mdni, use of the words whore & slut, a little rough.
Jason Todd had been tailing a weapons deal all night, dressed in full Red Hood gear, helmet and all. The scum heโd come to intercept were already zip-tied and unconscious in the back of a stolen van. Meanwhile, you had told him you were going out with your girlfriends and had stopped texting him about an half hour ago much to his worry, so instead of going home like he planned he decided for Red hood to make a pass by the club you had went to.
Which was why he was leaning against his bike, by the alley across the street watching the people entering and exiting. He straightened up as you stumbled out giggling with your friends and he huffed both annoyed and amused at the sight. You were in the middle of saying something, hands waving animatedly when you suddenly paused at the sight of him.
You said something to your friends before you began staggering towards him.
โReeeeed!โ you sangโsangโas you stumbled closer, high heels clacking on the wet pavement, your dress slightly askew and hair tousled from what looked like a hell of a night out.
Jason froze. โY/N?โ
You beamed, oblivious to his tension. โYouuuu know my name,โ you hiccuped, staggering toward him with a grin that could short-circuit every neuron in his brain. โGod, its not fair that your voice this hot.โ
He coughed, straightening. โYou shouldnโt be here. Itโs late. And dangerous.โ
You only grinned, as you staggered closer hand clutching his arm as you pressed yourself up against him. โMhmm good thing I have a big bad crime lord to keep an eye on me.โ
Jason cleared his throat unsure whether he should be amused or offended that you were flirting with himโwell Red Hood.
You, meanwhile, were utterly unbothered.
In fact, you leaned closer, pressing up on your toes like you were about to tell him a state secret. โYou know,โ you whispered conspiratorially, breath warm against the edge of his helmet, โI think about you. Likeโฆ a lot.โ
Jason swallowed. โIs that so?โ
You giggle. โMhm hm,โ Your wandering fingers begin to trail up under his shirt, smile growing as you felt his muscles tense. โAll those hard muscles, that sexy voice, youโre like every bad decision Iโve ever wanted to make all rolled into one.โ
Jason sucked in a slow breath, jaw tightening behind the helmet. The feel of your fingers skating up his abdomen sent a jolt through him, and he hatedโlovedโhow easily you could fluster him like this. Especially dressed like that. Especially talking like this.
You took advantage of his frozen state, your grin downright wicked as you nudged him backward, step by step, deeper into the alleyโs shadows. His back hit the brick wall with a dull thud, but he didnโt resist. He just watched you, tense beneath the armour, like a predator unsure if he was about to pounceโor be devoured.
Your fingers slipped out from beneath his shirt, nails grazing down his chest plate before trailing lowerโlower stillโuntil they flirted with the waistband of his tactical pants.
โY/Nโโ His voice was a warning. A plea. A prayer. He wasnโt sure which.
โJust relax, Hoodโฆ no oneโs gotta know,โ you purr, voice velvet-draped sin, your smile all teeth and temptation.
Jasonโs jaw clenched, his breath catching as your fingers danced at the edge of his restraintโand his patience. He had fought crime lords, torn through ambushes, taken bullets without blinkingโฆbut you? You were something else.
The second your fingers brushed against him, Jason snapped.
In one fluid, furious motion, he spun you, pressing you up against the cold brick wall. His chest pressed hard into your back, the weight of him pinning you effortlessly in place. One gloved hand flattened against your stomach to hold you still, and the alley suddenly felt claustrophobic with heat and tension.
โIs this what you want?โ he growled against your ear, voice rough and ragged. โTo be bent over in a filthy alley and be taken by a criminal like some cheap whore?โ
You let out a soft, breathless noise in answerโneedy, achingโand pushed back into him deliberately, rubbing back against him. The sound he made in response was low and guttural, somewhere between a curse and a prayer.
The hand not holding you still began to unbuckle his belt as he unzipped himself just enough to set his throbbing length free. Then he gripped the hem of your dress and shoved it up with no patience at all, his fingers trailing fire against your bare skin. You felt the sharp tug as something tore, heard the hiss of his breath as his hand disappeared into his pocket of his jacketโwhere he stashed your now-ruined panties like a trophy.
The cold air brushing your exposed pussy had you whining, your voice breaking into a desperate whimper. โPlease,โ you breathed, unable to hold back. โPlease.โ
One gloved hand reached for your throat while the other wrapped around his hard length, lining himself up before thrusting into you in one smooth motion. You were dripping wet and offered no resistance as he slid inside you with ease, your eyes rolling back as a low groan rumbled from his chest. He was was so long and thick that he filled up every inch of you.
A loud whine tore past your lips and his hand moved to muffle your mouth as he pulled out. โYou gotta be quiet doll, you donโt want everyone hearing me ruin you now do you?โ
You tried to say something through his hand, but he chose that exact moment to thrust sharply back into you. Whatever words you had died in a needy moan as your cunt clenched down around his cock. The last of his restraint snapped at the sensation, and he began pounding into you in earnest.
Part of him knew how wrong and fucked up this wasโyou were technically cheating on him with the Red Hood. But at the same time, he was the Red Hood. So were you really cheating? The complication of it all only made him thrust into you harder,ย taking you rougher than he usually did.
He mightโve felt guiltyโmightโveโif not for how much you seemed to love it. His hand shifted from your mouth, gloved fingers curling at your lips. You didnโt hesitate, taking them in eagerly, sucking around them, gagging and drooling as he pushed them deeper.
โThatโs it, doll. Take everything I give you,โ he groaned, voice low and cooingโa gentle contrast to the brutal pace of his thrusts. โSuch a good girl, lettinโ me use your holes.โ
The sounds echoing through the alley were utterly obsceneโfrom the wet squelch of your pussy to the sharp slap of skin on skin, and the broken moans spilling past your lips as you begged for more.
โMmmfโfeelsโฆ sโgoodโfuckโฆโ you mumbled around his fingers, the words wet and barely coherent, spit trailing down your chin where his hand kept your mouth stretched open.
โLook at youโฆ so fucked out on my cockโ He groaned, โYouโre such a little slut taking it so well.โ
The bruising grip around your waist shifted to your clit, his fingers rubbing fast, harsh circles that made your hips jerk as you cried out. But with his cock still buried deep inside you and his strength anchoring you in place, there was nowhere to goโno escapeโas he worked you toward your orgasm.
It hit you hard and fastโyour head falling back, your entire body tensing before collapsing into trembling aftershocks as stars danced across your vision. He kept pounding you through it, relentless, until he finally followed, burying himself deep as he came with a broken curse, emptying himself inside you.
For a long moment, the only sound that filled the silent alley was the sound of both your heavy, ragged breathing as you both fought to catch your breaths and calm your racing hearts. Your palms pressed flat against the brick wall, still trembling, while his body remained close behindโforehead resting against your shoulder, chest rising and falling against your back in rhythm with your own.
Neither of you spoke. Not at first.
Then, finally, the quiet was broken by the low rasp of Red Hoodโs voice, โYou know,โ he drawled, still breathless, โI donโt think your boyfriend would approve of what we just did.โ
You let out a breathless, incredulous laugh, your head tilting back just enough for your eyes to find him over your shoulder. โOh no,โ you murmured with mock concern, โyou think heโll be mad?โ
Red Hood huffed as he carefully began to pull out of you, his cum immediately dribbling from your well-used hole. โWell, he certainly wonโt approve.โ
You turned to look at him, your eyes wide with faux innocence, lashes fluttering like you hadnโt just been thoroughly fucked against a brick wall. โReally?โ you said, voice light, teasingโdangerously sweet. โEven after the mind-blowing orgasm we both just had?โ
Jason froze. โWhat.โ
You tilted your head, your grin only growing. โI know itโs you, Jason.โ
Silence.
He blinked, eyes searching yours, as if heโd misheard. โWhatโฆ howโโ
โBaby,โ you cut him off with a laugh, soft and incredulous. โYou seriously thought I wouldnโt figure it out?โ
Jason just stared at you, lips parting slightly. You could see the moment it fully registered, the sharp shift behind his eyes as his mind caught up.
โYou knew this whole time?โ he asked, almost in disbelief.
You huffed and rolled your eyes as you tug down your dress. โI wouldnโt cheat on you, Jason. Come on. Iโve known for months. Youโre not exactly subtle.โ
His mouth opened, but you kept going, voice now edged with affection and amused exasperation. โYou leave your gear everywhere. Under the bed? Really? Thatโs your big secret hiding spot?โ
Jason let out a groan and dragged the helmet off his head, revealing sweat-mussed hair and a flushed, stunned expression caught somewhere between impressed, exasperated, and undeniably aroused.
โYou are such a menace,โ he muttered as he pulled you in, his voice low and full of something torn between amusement and affection.
Your hands came up to cup his face, fingers brushing along his jaw, thumbs stroking gently across flushed skin. His eyes flicked shut at the touch, just for a secondโlike he couldnโt help but melt into you, even after everything.
โYeah,โ you murmured, a soft smile tugging at your lips, โbut Iโm your menace.โ
Your lips met softly, a gentle contrast to everything that had come before. When you finally pulled away, your expression shifted into something sheepish.
โYouโre gonna have to carry me,โ you mumbled, still breathless. โI donโt think my legs are working after how hard you fucked me.โ
He snorted, the sound low and amused, as he smoothly lifted you into his arms without so much as a grunt of effort. โWe still have all night,โ he said, glancing at you with a wicked glint in his eye. โAnd trust meโฆ you wonโt be walking properly for a week.โ
And with that, he carried you off to his bike, so he could take you back to the apartment to get started on round two.
got some reqs for a part two !! warnings for mentions of alcohol (reader gets drunk), and ever so slightly suggestive. hope you enjoy ;))
they're so cute. this is probably my fave wsh one. lmk what were thinking next,,,, i have a few ideas for sid๐ค๐ค i have a REAL fic draft for him but doing texts for him is so hardddduhhh
loving tft auโฆi cant stop thinking about family skate with yn pulling out her skates for a quick game with the team & other friends/family and possibly some not knowing abt her hockey background
shit ur right...
You tightened the laces on your skates, the familiar bite of the blades against the rubber mat sending a quiet thrill up your spine.
The arena buzzed with the usual pre-skate chaosโkids weaving between legs, parents laughing too loud at inside jokes, the scent of stale popcorn and Zamboni fumes hanging in the cold air. You rolled your ankles once, testing the give in the leather, then walked off toward the ice where Will was already gliding backward, effortlessly dodging a toddler on wobbly legs. He caught your eye and grinned, that stupid, lopsided grin that still made your stomach flip after all these years. "Took you long enough," he called, voice bouncing off the high ceilings.
You stepped onto the ice without hesitation, the first smooth push forward like muscle memory. "I'm a little out of practice."
Mack skated past you, arms crossed, and muttered, "Don't embarrass them too bad," before executing a sharp turn that sprayed ice chips. You snorted but didn't answerโbecause yeah, okay, maybe you'd been out of the game for a while, but some things never left you.
Will looped an arm around your waist from behind, his glove rough against your hoodie. "Race you to center ice," he whispered, breath warm against your ear, and then he was gone, all effortless speed and long strides. You exhaled a laugh and surged after him, the wind biting at your cheeks as you caught up easily (too easily) and hooked your stick around his ankle just enough to make him stumble. He cursed, loud and delighted, and the sound echoed weirdly off the glass.
Across the rink, Misa (misa misa misa) paused mid-laugh, squinting at you like he'd just noticed the way your turns weren't quite casual, the way your stops sent up perfect rooster tails of ice.
You tapped your stick against the ice twiceโan old tic, one you hadnโt realized youโd carried out of the game until Willโs eyebrows shot up in recognition.
You flicked the puck back and forth between your skates, the rubber a dark smudge against the ice as Will circled you with that lazy, predatory grace of his. Mack cut in from the left, stick extended, and you pivoted hardโtoo hard for someone who supposedly hadnโt played in yearsโsending the puck through his legs with a crisp click. Mack groaned, but it was drowned out by Willโs crow of laughter as he swooped in to reclaim possession.
"Try harder, Mack. You're in the NHL now."
The puck danced between your stick and Willโs, a quick, rhythmic exchange that had Mack groaning as he lunged between you two. "Oh, come on," he grumbled, but his grin betrayed him. You feinted left, then snapped the puck right, sending it sailing past Willโs outstretched bladeโonly for Mack to intercept it with a triumphant shout. Will caught your eye, mischief flashing in his gaze, and you knew that look. Time to ruin Mackโs moment.
You pivoted, digging your edges into the ice hard enough to send a spray of shavings arcing behind you, and swiped the puck from Mackโs blind side. Will whooped, gliding backward with his arms spread wide like some kind of showman. "Thatโs my girl!" he called, loud enough for the entire rink to hear. The puck felt like an extension of your hands, the way it always had, and for a second, you werenโt just someoneโs girlfriend at a family skateโyou were you, the player who used to weave through defenses like they were standing still.
Colin was the first to reach you, his mouth slightly open behind his cage as he braked hard, sending a fine mist of ice dusting your shins. "Damn," he said, voice low with disbelief. "Will said you knew how to skate, but this is dope." The last word came out half-laugh, half-accusation, like you'd personally wronged him by hiding this.
Toff and Michael arrived in tandem, their sticks tapping against the ice in unisonโa habit they'd picked up from playing together for years. Michael tilted his head, studying you with the same calculating squint he used to dissect opposing defenses. "No way you just happen to move like that," he said.
You shrugged, flicking the puck lazily between your skates again. "Used to play."
Will nodded. "We played together for likeโฆ 12 years before she quit. That's how we met, actually."
Toff jabbed his stick toward Will, the end hovering inches from his ribs. "You've been holding out on us then, Smith. If she hasnโt played in years and is still schooling you, youโre doing something wrong."
Will shoved Toffโs stick away with a laugh, but his eyes flicked to you, warm with something like pride. "Or maybe sheโs just that good," he shot back, skating backward in lazy circles around you. "Some of us donโt need to practice every damn day to still have hands."
Mack groaned, throwing his gloves up in mock surrender. "Oh, here we go. The ego on this guy for his girlfriend."
Warnings/contents: established relationship, swearing, poorly edited posts but itโs alright
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Summary: in which Macklin makes sure you take a break from studying even when you refuse to
Warnings: 18+ content
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Youโve been studying for six hours straight.
Macklin knows because heโs been keeping track. You got up at six AM, made coffee, and went straight to your office โ the second bedroom thatโs now filled with your law books, practice tests, and color-coded notes covering every available surface.
Itโs July, which means the Bar exam is in three weeks, which means youโre in full preparation mode. Which also means youโre stressed, focused, and operating on about four hours of sleep a night.
He gets it. He does. This exam is important. Your entire career depends on it. But watching you work yourself to exhaustion isnโt easy.
Itโs two PM now, and you havenโt eaten since your six AM piece of toast. Havenโt moved from your desk except to refill your coffee. Havenโt so much as looked at him when he poked his head in an hour ago.
Macklin stands in the doorway now, watching you. Youโre hunched over your laptop, one hand in your hair, the other highlighting something in a massive textbook. Your coffee mug is empty. There are dark circles under your eyes.
โBabe,โ he says softly.
You donโt respond. Youโre fully in the zone, muttering something under your breath about constitutional amendments.
โY/N.โ
Nothing. You flip a page, highlight another passage.
He tries again. โYou need to eat something.โ
โNot hungry,โ you say, not looking up.
โYou havenโt eaten since breakfast.โ
โIโll eat later.โ
โThatโs what you said two hours ago.โ
โMacklin.โ You finally look at him, and thereโs exhaustion and stress in your eyes. โI really need to focus. The exam is in three weeks. Three weeks. And I still have so much to cover.โ
โI know. But you also need to eat and sleep and take breaks.โ
โI will. After I finish this section.โ
โYou said that about the last three sections.โ
You sigh, rubbing your eyes. โI canโt afford to take breaks right now. Iโm behind schedule.โ
โYouโre not behind schedule. Youโre ahead of schedule. Youโve been studying for months.โ
โThat doesnโt mean I know everything-โ
โYouโre going to pass.โ He comes into the room, crouching next to your chair. โYouโre the smartest person I know. Youโre going to pass.โ
โYou donโt know that.โ
โI do know that. I know you. And I know that youโre going to make yourself sick if you donโt take a break.โ
You look at him for a long moment. Then you turn back to your laptop. โOne more hour. Then Iโll take a break.โ
He recognizes a dismissal when he hears one. โOkay. One hour. But Iโm making you lunch.โ
โThanks.โ
He leaves, closing the door behind him. In the kitchen, he makes you a sandwich, cuts up some fruit, refills your water bottle. When he brings it back to your office, you barely glance at it.
โThank you,โ you say absently, eyes still on your screen.
โWill you actually eat it?โ
โYes.โ
โWhen?โ
โWhen I finish this section.โ
The sandwich sits untouched on your desk for the next forty-five minutes. Macklin knows because he checks on you three times.
On the fourth check, heโs had enough.
Youโre so focused on your laptop that you donโt notice him slip into the room. Donโt notice him close the door quietly. Donโt notice him drop to his knees.
And you definitely donโt notice him crawl under your desk.
***
Macklinโs perspective from under the desk is limited but effective. He can see your legs โ bare, because youโre wearing shorts and you always study barefoot โ and the wheels of your office chair.
He can hear you muttering to yourself. โOkay, so for a valid contract you need offer, acceptance, consideration โฆ but what about promissory estoppel as an exception โฆโ
He carefully positions himself, wedging into the space between your legs and the desk. Itโs tight, but he fits.
You still havenโt noticed him.
He reaches up, hands gentle on your knees, and slowly โ so slowly โ pushes them apart.
You startle, your chair rolling back slightly. โWhat-โ
You look down. Your eyes meet his.
โMacklin, what are you doing?โ
โHelping you take a break.โ His hands slide up your thighs. โYouโve been working too hard.โ
โIโm studying-โ
โI know. And now youโre taking a break.โ His fingers find the hem of your shorts. โIs this okay?โ
You stare at him for a moment. He can see you trying to decide between sending him away and letting him stay.
โI really need to study,โ you say, but your voice is weaker now.
โSo study.โ He tugs gently on your shorts. โIโll just be down here. You wonโt even notice me.โ
โIโm definitely going to notice-โ
โThen try not to.โ He grins up at you. โCome on. Let me help you relax.โ
You bite your lip, and he knows heโs won.
โFine. But Iโm still studying.โ
โAbsolutely. You keep studying.โ He pulls on your shorts again. โLift up for a second.โ
You do, and he slides your shorts and underwear down your legs, tossing them aside. Then he pulls you forward in the chair, spreading your legs wider.
โMacklin-โ
โKeep studying,โ he reminds you. โIโm just helping you relax.โ
He can see you trying to focus on your laptop, but your breathing has already changed. Youโre anticipating.
Good.
He starts slow. Kisses to your inner thighs, gentle and teasing. Youโre trying to type, but your fingers fumble on the keys.
โConstitutional law,โ you mutter, clearly trying to refocus. โArticle Three establishes the judicial branch โฆโ
He kisses higher, closer to where you want him. Your breath hitches.
โJudicial power extends to all cases โฆ all cases in law and โฆโ You trail off as his breath ghosts over your center.
โKeep going,โ he encourages. โYouโre doing so well.โ
โThis is impossible-โ
โNo itโs not. You know this stuff.โ He licks a slow stripe up your center, and you gasp. โTell me about Article Three.โ
โI, fuckโI canโt-โ
โYes you can.โ He does it again, and your thighs tremble. โCome on, baby. Article Three.โ
Youโre trying. He can hear you trying to form coherent thoughts while heโs licking at you, tasting you, learning what makes you squirm.
โArticle Threeโoh godโestablishes that judicial power is vested in-โ You break off with a moan as he sucks gently on your clit.
โKeep going.โ
โI hate you.โ
โNo you donโt. Keep going.โ
โJudicial power is vested in one Supreme Court and-โ Your hand flies to his hair as he works you with his tongue. โInferior courts that Congress may establishโMacklin-โ
โIโm listening.โ Heโs not, really. Heโs too focused on the way you taste, the way youโre getting wetter, the way your hips are starting to move despite yourself.
โI canโt think when youโre doing that-โ
โSure you can. Youโre brilliant. Tell me more about the judicial branch.โ
โFederal judges serve duringโduring good behavior, which meansโoh fuck, right there-โ
Heโs found the rhythm you like, the pressure that makes your legs shake. Your fingers tighten in his hair.
โWhich means what?โ He prompts, not letting up.
He slides two fingers inside you, and you actually whimper.
โUnless what?โ Heโs curling his fingers now, finding that spot that makes you see stars.
โUnless theyโI donโt fucking knowโunless they commit high crimes orโMacklin, I swear to god-โ
โYouโre doing so well, baby. Keep studying.โ
โI am not studying. I am trying not to come on your face.โ
โYou can do both.โ
โI really canโtโoh god-โ
He can feel you getting close. Can feel the way youโre clenching around his fingers, the way your thighs are trembling. He doubles down, sucking on your clit while his fingers work inside you.
โMacklin, Iโm-โ
โI know. Come for me. Then weโll go back to studying.โ
โWe are notโoh fuck-โ
You come with a cry that you try to muffle with your hand. He works you through it, licking and sucking until youโre pushing him away, oversensitive.
When he pulls back, youโre slumped in your chair, breathing hard. Your laptop screen has gone dark from inactivity.
โBetter?โ He asks, grinning.
โYouโre ridiculous.โ
โBut youโre more relaxed.โ
You look down at him, and despite everything, youโre smiling. โIโm something.โ
โCome here.โ He stands, pulling you up with him. โTake a real break. Eat your sandwich. Drink some water.โ
โI should get back to studying-โ
โYou will. After you eat. And after you let me hold you for ten minutes.โ He guides you out of the office, toward the couch. โCome on. Ten minutes.โ
You let him pull you down onto the sectional, curling into his side. He wraps his arms around you, and he can feel some of the tension leaving your body.
โYou really do need to take breaks,โ he says softly. โYouโre going to burn out.โ
โI know. I justโIโm scared.โ Your voice is small. โWhat if I donโt pass? What if all this studying isnโt enough?โ
โThen you take it again. But youโre going to pass. You know this stuff. You were literally reciting constitutional law while I was going down on you.โ
You laugh despite yourself. โThat was not reciting. That was incoherent babbling.โ
โStill counts.โ
Youโre quiet for a moment. โThank you.โ
โFor what?โ
โFor making me take a break. For taking care of me.โ
โAlways.โ He kisses the top of your head. โNow eat your sandwich before I have to crawl under the desk again.โ
โIs that a threat or a promise?โ
โDepends on whether you eat the sandwich.โ
***
You do eat the sandwich. And drink the water. And let him hold you for twenty minutes instead of ten.
When you finally go back to your office, youโre calmer. More focused, but in a healthy way.
Macklin feels like heโs done his job.
For the next few hours, he leaves you alone. Checks on you periodically, makes sure youโre drinking water, but doesnโt disturb you.
At six PM, he makes dinner. At seven, he brings you a plate.
โDinner time,โ he announces.
โJust let me finish this-โ
โNope. Dinner time means you stop studying and eat.โ
You sigh but save your work. โFine.โ
You eat at the dining table together, and he asks you about what youโre studying. Lets you explain contract law and constitutional principles and all the things that are swirling in your head.
โYou really do know this stuff,โ he observes.
โKnowing it and being able to recall it under pressure are different things.โ
โYouโll be able to recall it. Youโre good under pressure.โ
โHow do you know?โ
โBecause Iโve seen you. In mock trials, in that presentation you did for the Sharks legal team, every time youโre put on the spot. Youโre good under pressure, Y/N.โ
You look at him, and thereโs something soft in your eyes. โThank you for believing in me.โ
โAlways. Itโs easy when youโre this incredible.โ
After dinner, you go back to studying. But this time, you take breaks. Every hour, you come out for water, to stretch, to talk to him for a few minutes.
At ten PM, he makes the executive decision that youโre done for the day.
โCome on,โ he says, appearing in your office doorway. โBedtime.โ
โI need to review-โ
โYou can review tomorrow. Tonight, you need sleep.โ
โMacklin-โ
โBed. Now.โ He uses his firm voice.
You respond immediately, standing up. โYes, sir.โ
โGood girl.โ
In the bedroom, he helps you change into pajamas. Youโre so tired youโre practically swaying on your feet.
โWhenโs the last time you slept a full eight hours?โ He asks.
โI donโt remember.โ
โThatโs a problem.โ
โI know. After the exam-โ
โNo. Starting tonight.โ He guides you to bed. โYouโre going to sleep. Full eight hours.โ
โBut-โ
โNo buts. Sleep.โ
You curl up under the covers, and he wraps himself around you.
โMacklin?โ
โYeah?โ
โI love you.โ
โI love you too. Now sleep.โ
You do, almost immediately. He feels you relax against him, your breathing evening out.
He stays awake a little longer, thinking.
The Bar exam is in three weeks. Youโre going to pass โ he has no doubt about that. But he also knows the next three weeks are going to be hard. Youโre going to push yourself too hard, stress yourself out, forget to take care of yourself.
But heโll be here. Making sure you eat, making sure you sleep, making sure you take breaks.
Even if it means crawling under your desk.
***
The next day follows a similar pattern. Youโre up early, in your office by seven. By noon, you havenโt eaten or taken a break.
Macklin makes you lunch, brings it to your office. Youโre so focused you barely acknowledge him.
He sighs. Looks at your desk. Looks at you.
Then he drops to his knees again.
โMacklin-โ you start as he crawls under the desk.
โKeep studying,โ he says, spreading your legs. โIโm just here for moral support.โ
โThis is not moral supportโoh-โ
Heโs already pulling down your sleep shorts, already pressing kisses to your thighs.
โTell me about โฆ what are you studying?โ
โCriminal law,โ you gasp as his mouth finds you. โOh god-โ
โTell me about criminal law.โ
โThere are differentโdifferent types of intent-โ You break off as he licks at you. โPurposeful, knowing, reckless, negligent-โ
โGood. Keep going.โ
โPurposeful is whenโfuckโwhen the defendantโs conscious objective is to engage in certain conduct-โ
He slides his fingers inside you, and you lose your train of thought entirely.
โAnd knowing?โ He prompts.
โI canโtโyouโre evil-โ
โIโm helpful. Youโre studying.โ
โIโm trying to study while youโreโoh god, right there-โ
He works you with his mouth and fingers until youโre trembling, until youโre gripping the edge of the desk, until youโre coming with his name on your lips.
And then he does it again the next day. And the next.
It becomes part of your study routine. You work for a few hours, he crawls under the desk, you try to recite legal principles while he makes you come apart.
โThis is insane,โ you say one afternoon, breathless and flushed. โThis is not a normal study method.โ
โIs it working?โ
โI โฆ yes, actually. Weirdly, yes.โ
โThen itโs not insane. Itโs effective.โ
And it is effective. Youโre calmer, more focused. You take breaks without him having to force you. You eat, you sleep, you let him take care of you.
The week before the exam, he makes a rule: no studying after eight PM.
โBut-โ
โNo. You know this material. Cramming at this point is just going to stress you out.โ
โMacklin-โ
โDo you trust me?โ
You pause. โYes.โ
โThen trust me on this. No studying after eight. Weโre going to have dinner, watch a movie, go to bed early. You need rest more than you need more practice questions.โ
You donโt argue. And he can see the relief in your eyes โ like youโve been waiting for someone to give you permission to stop.
***
The night before the exam, youโre a mess of nerves.
โIโm going to forget everything,โ you say, pacing the living room. โI know I am. Iโm going to sit down and my brain is going to be completely blank.โ
โIt wonโt.โ
โYou donโt know that.โ
โI do. Because youโve been studying for months. Because you know this material backwards and forwards. Because youโve been reciting legal principles while Iโve had my head between your thighs and you havenโt missed a beat.โ
That gets a small laugh out of you. โThatโs true.โ
โSo youโre going to be fine.โ He pulls you onto the couch, into his lap. โYouโre going to walk in there tomorrow, and youโre going to kill it. And then youโre going to come home, and Iโm going to take you to that fancy restaurant you like, and weโre going to celebrate.โ
โWhat if I donโt pass?โ
โThen weโll figure it out. But you will pass. I know it.โ
โHow are you so sure?โ
โBecause youโre brilliant. And hardworking. And you donโt give up. Ever.โ He kisses you softly. โYouโre going to be an incredible lawyer. This exam is just a formality.โ
You rest your forehead against his. โI love you.โ
โI love you too. Now come on. Early bedtime. You need to be well-rested.โ
In bed, you canโt sleep. Youโre tossing and turning, clearly anxious.
โHey,โ Macklin says softly. โCome here.โ
You curl into him, and he can feel how tense you are.
โTalk to me,โ he says.
โIโm scared.โ
โI know.โ
โWhat if Iโm not good enough?โ
โYou are good enough. Youโre more than good enough.โ
โWhat if-โ
โNo more what-ifs.โ He tilts your chin up to look at him. โYouโve done everything you can to prepare. Now you need to trust yourself.โ
โIโm trying.โ
โI know. And Iโm so proud of you. For how hard youโve worked, for how much youโve sacrificed. No matter what happens tomorrow, Iโm proud of you.โ
Youโre crying now, quiet tears sliding down your cheeks. He wipes them away gently.
โYouโve got this,โ he whispers. โYouโve always had this.โ
โThank you,โ you whisper back. โFor everything. For taking care of me, for making me take breaks, for believing in me when I couldnโt believe in myself.โ
โThatโs what Iโm here for.โ
You kiss him then, slow and sweet and full of emotion. When you pull back, youโre calmer.
โOkay,โ you say. โOkay. I can do this.โ
โYou can definitely do this.โ
โEarly bedtime?โ
โVery early bedtime.โ
You settle against him, and this time, you fall asleep within minutes. He holds you, thinking about the past few weeks. About study breaks under the desk and late-night pep talks and making sure you ate and slept and didnโt work yourself to death.
About loving someone enough to take care of them even when they wonโt take care of themselves.
Youโre going to pass this exam. He knows it with absolute certainty.
And when you do, when you come home celebrating, when you finally let yourself believe that you did it-
Heโs going to spend the entire night showing you exactly how proud he is.
But for now, he holds you while you sleep, and he thinks about how lucky he is to love someone so brilliant, so hardworking, so determined.
The first time you called Nico captain in bed was accidental, it just slipped out but you could tell by the way Nico reacted that he enjoyed it.
Now he was captain in bed, if you wanted to cum you better call him captain. He would edge you or deny your orgasm if you didn't call him call him captain. Sometimes if your bratty he'll tie you up and make you beg to cum or beg for "your captain to fuck you" so he takes his role as captain in your bed very seriously
Could you do one for Fraser where he is meeting your cat for the first time. And your cat not being completely sure of him. But eventually warms up to Fraser after him really trying to get your cat to like him. ๐ฅบโบ๏ธ
"i think we're best friends now"
fraser minten x gn!reader
warnings/tags โ fluff, established relationship, cat lover fraser minten (he's trying his best), not thoroughly proofread im tired
word count โ 1,271
A/N โ sorry this took a while anon :( i'm back in school (college sucks) so i've been busy. also im not the biggest cat person (i prefer dogs) so i was sort of projecting onto fraser ๐ im sorry if it's a bit rushed... i hope u still enjoy it!! thanks for the request lovely <3
fraser loved animals. if you shoved a puppy into his hands, he wouldnโt think twice before cradling it. he would run to the nearest bakery if he saw birds he could feed, and would feel dejected if they flew away. he was just that kind of guy.
but there was something about cats he found oddlyโฆ eerie.
maybe it was their menacing stare or their scary flexibility, but he never truly got to warm up to one.
so when you told him you have a cat, he went straight to google.
how to make cats like you?
books about cats
cat body language
where to pet cat?
why are cats so scary?????
when he first came over, he thought the weeks of research were enough to prepare him. heโd even started telling people he became a โcat expert.โ but unfortunately, fraser missed one crucial piece of information when he went down his rabbit hole.
and that was, sometimes, cats justโฆ donโt like you.
he found that out the hard way.
he knocked on your door, drying his wet palms on his pants as he waited for you to open it. he canโt believe heโs sweating this much over meeting a cat.
and, well, being inside your home for the first time too. but the cat was more nerve-racking.
the door opens and fraser immediately straightens up. โhey, fraser! come in,โ you say with a warm, inviting smile on your face, opening the door wider for his big frame to fit through.
โhi, thanks for having me,โ he says with a boyish grin as his cheeks turn a pink-ish shade, the way they only do when heโs around you.
he pulls you in for an embrace, and you sigh into it. fraser always gave the best hugs.
when you both pull away, he stays quiet, looking around awkwardly before saying, โso, uhโฆ whereโs your cat?โ
โwooow, fraser minten. only here to see my cat, so it seems?โ you scoff, but the mock-frown on your face is quickly replaced with a smile as fraser lets out a hearty laugh, which you feel send shockwaves to your heart.
โshut up. iโve told you how i am with cats,โ fraser says as you show him to the living room, letting him get cozy on the couch โ though heโs so nervous heโs sitting upright, fidgeting with his fingers. it makes you giggle.
โdonโt sweat it, mints. itโs not gonna kill you,โ
โwe don't know that yetโฆโ he says it so ominously you almost burst out laughing, but you hold it in cause you feel bad.
โrightโฆ well, just pick out something to watch, or get yourself something to eat. iโll go get her,โ fraser nods, and his heart rate spikes knowing that the next time heโll see you, youโll be holding a cat. your cat.
but he remembers all the research heโs done up until this point and his confidence increases a tiny bit.
he stays seated on the couch, finally letting himself relax a little. looking around your living room, he spots pictures of you and your friends, little trinkets, artworks, and a few cat toys scattered around. he took it all in, heart beating faster and a little louder at how he was surrounded by so many things that were yours.
when you come back, your cat is perched up on your arms, giving him a stare capable of scaring him shitless.
he gets up, and starts to coo at your cat, holding out his hand for it to sniff. โhey kittyโโ
heโs forced to retract his finger when your cat hisses at him and you start to pet your cat to keep it calm.
โthatโs not nice,โ you mutter to your cat, โthatโs my boyfriend. look.โ
you hold your free hand up to fraser and he holds it, bringing it to his lips and planting a soft kiss on your knuckles.
โsee? heโs friendly.โ
he waves, keeping distance this time, and crouches down so heโs more at eye level with the cat. he read somewhere that getting on a catโs level makes them feel less intimidated.
โi just wanna be friends, kitty,โ he avoids making too much eye contact, and extends his hand out again, keeping his fist closed to let it sniff him, but your cat just hisses again and whacks his hand away.
fraser yelps as you gasp, โhey!โ you move back, furrowing your eyebrows at your cat as it rubs its head on your arm, purring as if it was completely innocent.
โsorry about thatโฆ itโs just wary of people when they first meet them. iโm sure itโll warm up to you soon,โ you offer a small smile, but fraser wasn't going to accept that.
heโs leaving here with that catโs approval, even if he dies in the process, damn it!
heโs full of determination now, and nothingโs going to stop him.
fraser gets one of the cat toys that was lying on the floor, and sits down on your carpet.
โset your cat down. itโs gonna love me after this whether it wants to or not,โ you laugh, slightly shaking your head at how ridiculous he sounded.
you set it down, and it continues to brush up against your legs, giving flippant looks to fraser, tail visibly going down whenever it saw him.
your cat continues to follow you, even as you sit down beside fraser. it just kept acting like he wasn't there.
fraser waves the toy โ one of those wands โ around, looking like an idiot as your cat just stared at him unimpressively
fraser groans, letting out a frustrated sigh. โi donโt know why it hates me so much!โ
โyou know how people say animals can tell a good soul from a bad one? maybe this is my cat warning meโฆโ you gasp, โkitty, should i break up with fraser?โ
your cat meows loudly at the same time as fraser yells, โNO!โ
he can't contain his giggles as he says, โit makes sense now. it hates me cause its owner does tooโฆ whatever.โ
you both laugh, and maybe it was seeing you so relaxed around fraser that got your cat to finally move towards him.
when fraser notices, he goes completely still. your cat settles on his lap, and his eyes grow wider than youโve ever seen them.
โoh my god,โ fraser repeats. for about a hundred times in under thirty seconds.
you reach out to pet the catโs head, and it starts to purr.
โITโS VIBRATING, Y/N!โ he whisper-yells, and your heart warms at his enthusiasm.
โdoes that mean it likes me? oh it totally likes me,โ you continue laughing.
โyou should try petting it,โ you suggest, but he shakes his head, looking mortified at the idea.
โsweetheart, iโd love that, but i might lose a hand in the process.โ
your cat eventually ended up falling asleep on fraserโs lap, to which he proclaimed he would โnever move ever again.โ
โsee? i told you itโd warm up to you.โ
fraser looks down at the sleeping cat in complete disbelief. โi think weโre best friends now.โ
you snort. the cat had spent the last few minutes acting like fraser was a government threat, but sure.
then, suddenly, your cat snores.
fraser gasps. โdid you hear that?โ
โfraseโwhat?โ you laugh, โitโs asleep.โ
โno, but likeโฆ happily asleep.โ
you roll your eyes, but a smile remains on your face. regardless of the unusual circumstance keeping you and your boyfriend stuck on the floor, seeing fraser like this โ so fascinated and happy about your cat despite not exactly being a cat person โ makes your heart feel so complete.
