FOREVER MINE — ANDREW DELUCA
(𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍)
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— ✦ CW;; 18+ content! SMUT/some angst. break up. slight tension and arguing. jealous!deluca. on-call room sex. unprotected sex. hair pulling.
— ✦ The one where… Andrew breaks up with you because he’s your boss, but the moment he sees you flirting with someone in your residency class, he has to get you back.
— ✦ A/N;; Thank you for this request!! I hope it meets your expectations, I love me some Andrew DeLuca so bad😽 also, i added the italian phrases translated into english at the bottom so you know what’s said if needed!
“Andrew, I don’t.. Why are you leaving me?”
The look on Andrew’s face tells you this isn’t what he truly wants, but he’s doing it anyways. You see the way his deep brown eyes soften just the slightest, how his brow furrows and his lips twist. He’s uncomfortable. The sadness in his eyes very evident.
“I just… I’m your boss, Y/N. We can’t make this work, you’re a resident, I’m an attending.. We just can’t be together.”
Tears well up in your eyes. You and Andrew had been doing good, great even! You never in a million years thought Andrew would be the type to leave you simply because he is higher up than you.
You let the first tear slip, and Andrew’s heart breaks a little more. He wished he truly believed this could work between you two, he truly wished this wasn’t a decision he was having to make. Maybe it could work, I mean right? Meredith and Derek were happy with three kids and one on the way. Jo and Alex recently got married and she’s having their first baby soon. You’ve seen it work, time and time again. So why can’t Andrew put up the real fight to make it work between the two of you?
You flinch when he reaches out, wiping the stray tear from your cheek. “Amore mio, please don’t cry.”
Hearing those words come from his mouth, when he’s the one leaving you, breaking you, it really just pisses you off.
“No, Andrew. You don’t get to ‘amore mio’ me anymore, you don’t get to try and be sweet when you’re the one who is choosing not to fight for this.”
Andrew opens his mouth to speak, but you hold a hand up, gathering what little pride you had left and turning on your heels. You jerk open the on-call room door, slamming it shut behind you.
Fuck Andrew DeLuca and his broken promises, fuck him and his sweet words and the way he held you after long and mentally draining shifts. Fuck him for not being willing to fight for the relationship and still having the audacity to try and coax you with the nicknames he knew made you melt on the spot for him.
From this moment forward, you would fight like hell to forget the last six months with him. Andrew DeLuca didn’t get to string you along and also be the one to break you. He didn’t get that win.
Two weeks later…
“Push another round of epi…”
The sound of DeLuca’s voice is a muffled sound, distant, cold. It’s been two weeks since he broke things off with you, and you’d be lying if you said it was getting easier. You hated being on his service, but he’s a general surgery attending, and you have to log equal hours on each specialty. Being a second-year sucked. 
“Y/L/N!”
Andrew shouting your last name has you startling back into reality, realizing that the patient has officially flatlined. Fuck, it always sucks losing a patient..
“Yeah? Sorry…” you mumble, avoiding eye contact with DeLuca as best you can.
Andrew stays quiet for a moment, forcing you to lift your head and meet his eyes for a brief moment. You note the concern in his eyes, rolling yours before looking back at the man lying on the gurney before you.
“Call it.” DeLuca says, deadpan.
“Time of death… Eighteen-Fifty-Two.”
DeLuca cuts off the machines in the room, making it grow silent sans the noise from outside the trauma room you’re currently in. The nurses exit the room first, leaving you and DeLuca alone.
“Tesoro, please can we-”
You cut him off, eyes narrowed into thin slits as you glare at him angrily.
“Andrew, fucking stop! Stop making this harder, okay? Stop with the nicknames because you know I loved them, stop with the trying to be nice, stop talking to me! You ended things, Andrew. Not me. So leave me the fuck alone!”
You quickly make your way out of the trauma room, needing to get away from him. His smell, his eyes, his lips. Everything about him invaded your every sense when you’re around him. You couldn’t stand it. He loved to make matters worse with his endearing nicknames and trying to sweet talk you and acting as if he cares enough to check in on you.
Slowly approaching an empty nurses station, you drop down into a chair, your elbows on your knees with your head buried in your hands. Just breathe, you’ll get over it eventually. But how do you get over a man like Andrew DeLuca? He’s fucking gorgeous, he’s Italian, he’s a doctor with a big fucking heart… The sex was an added bonus too… God you missed sex with Andrew.
Your thoughts are cut short, the voice of one of your male residency friends making you look up.
Parker Walton. Top of your residency class. Class heart throb as well, all of your friends wanted him.
“You okay?” Parker asks again, coming to take the seat beside you.
Your head slowly lifts, finding Parker’s piercing green eyes staring back at you. You let out a huff and run a hand through your hair. “Oh, hey Park. I’m fine, just… Stressed a little.”
He smiles back at you, but it looks like he feels sorry for you. That’s the last thing you want, is people feeling sorry for you.
“I understand, everyone heard about you and DeLuca… I just want say-”
“Look, I don’t need pity from anyone,” you start, quickly cutting him off. His brows furrow and he gives you a small chuckle, cutting you off this time.
“No, of course not. You’re a strong woman, everyone can see that. What I was going to say is, if you want to hang out tonight, take your mind off things, I’m not against being your rebound guy.”
Your mouth falls open, eyes wide as you take in what he’s just said. There’s no way he just said… “You’re okay being a what now?” you push out, unsure of what else to say.
He places a hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb against the top of your scrubs. You give him a sheepish smile, unsure of how you feel about this. I mean, he’s hot, he’d be a great distraction until you get completely over Andrew. He’s here and willing… But why do you feel guilty as well? Like if doing this for yourself, you’d be the one betraying Andrew when he left you.
“I mean, no pressure, I know you just got out of a long term-”
His words are cut short by the shrill scream that escapes your lips. Andrew yanking Parker up by the back of his scrub top, slamming his body into the counter of the nurses station has you shaking with anger. Why the fuck is Andrew everywhere? Why is he making this so difficult.
“What the fuck, DeLuca?” Parker shouts, shoving Andrew backwards and running his hands down the front of his scrub top.
“Don’t you have patients you should be tending to, Parker? I could put you on scut if you’d prefer that?”
The low, chilling tone of Andrew’s voice has your anger heightening tenfold. How dare he act possessive over you, after he’d broken up with you? Why the fuck can’t he let you move on? Why can’t he let go? Your vision goes red, completely tuning out Parker and Andrew, they can sort their pissing match out on their own.
Blood rushes in your ears, a loud ringing noise filling the silence you’ve let yourself slip into. You fist your hands tightly at your sides, standing from the chair you were in so abruptly it flys backwards, toppling down and onto the ground.
“Principessa?”
You hear Andrew, but you couldn’t give a shit less what he has to say. You continue storming away from the nurses station, head down as you try and calm the storm raging inside you. Andrew had your head completely screwed up. He left you. So why the fuck is he up your ass like a clingy and annoying ex-boyfriend now? You come to stand in front of an on-call room, deciding you needed to hide out and just gather your thoughts on your own, so you push the door open and slam it shut behind you.
Your back hits the wall, sliding down until your ass meets the floor. You bury your face into your knees, hating yourself for still loving Andrew. Hating Andrew for putting you in this shitty position. You should just transfer, there’s other surgical programs out there, you don’t have to be here in Seattle…
The sound of the door opening and closing softly has you groaning, already knowing it was Andrew who followed you here. You can just feel his presence in a room, it’s like a sixth sense.
“Go away, Andrew!” you groan, keeping your face buried in your bent knees.
He doesn’t respond. The silence becomes deafening, so much so you finally decide to chance a look at him. He stands in front of the door, his lean and muscular body filling out his dark blue scrubs perfectly. Your eyes scan his facial features, trying to commit his beautiful face into your memory. His jaw is tight, the muscle there ticking as he works it back and forth. His lips, perfectly plump and pink, you miss the feeling of them on your own lips, on your body. He’s let his facial hair grow out a little, you’ve always loved him with facial hair. Next you take in his hard, brown eyes. They’re trained on you and only you.
“God, Andrew, for someone who didn’t want to be with me anymore, you sure can’t leave me alo-”
Andrew grips you by the arm tightly, yanking you to stand, your body colliding with his hard one, pulling a squeal from you. He turns the two of you, slamming your back into the door, one hand above your head the other still gripping your arm.
“Stop fucking talking.” he growls, and you whimper.
He’s sexy as fuck when he’s mad.
Andrew’s face drops low, centered with your own. He runs his nose up the side of your face, inhaling deeply, a low and raspy moan escaping him as he does. He releases your arm, bringing his now free hand to the back of your head, gripping your hair in his fist.
“I miss you. So fucking much, it hurts me.”
A tear slips down your cheek and you move to wipe it away but Andrew is quicker than you. He swipes his thumb across your cheek, his eyes moving across your face quickly. You’re unsure of what he’s thinking, but you honestly don’t even care at this point, you just want him.
“Andrew.” you whine, and he lets out a deep breath.
Using his grip on your hair, he pulls your face into his, his lips attacking yours in a hungry kiss. His tongue pushes past your lips, tangling with yours, teeth clashing as he robs you of air with his mouth against yours. You moan into him, lifting a leg and wrapping it around his hip. Andrew drops his hand that isn’t gripping your hair down to your leg that’s on his hip, gripping at your thigh tightly and hiking you up so you’re now straddling him. He presses you into the door harder, the feel of his hard cock pressing up into you through both of your scrubs.
“Andrew, please. I need you.” you whine, pressing yourself down into him, grinding against his dick.
He carries you over to the bunkbeds that are in the on-call room, tossing you onto the bottom one. He quickly kicks off his shoes, pulling his scrub top over his head and tossing it to the side before he’s pulling down his scrub bottoms and boxer briefs next. You prop yourself up on your elbows, drinking in the man that is Andrew DeLuca.
Andrew climbs into the bed with you, stripping you of your scrub top and bra before his hands are quickly pushing down your bottoms and panties.
“Flip over, I want that your ass in the air for me, Bambina.”
You quickly obey, flipping onto your stomach before putting yourself on your hands and knees. Your face lays on the mattress, the cool sheets on your nipples and cheek coupled with Andrew now running the head of his cock through your slit has a shiver running down your spine.
A gasp escapes your lips when Andrew buries himself inside you in one swift thrust, no foreplay or games, but it wasn’t needed anyways, you’re always ready for Andrew.
“Dio, mi è sfuggito questo,” Andrew grunts, his body still as he keeps himself buried inside you. You grind your hips, pushing your ass back into him, desperate for some attention on your needy, pulsing clit. Andrew groans, his dick twitching inside you. “Sei la mia debolezza, tesoro, ricordatelo.”
You bury your face in the sheets, taking in everything he’s saying, but also needing him to fuck you.
“Andrew, I love you, and I get it, but please, for now just fuck me.”
He chuckles, a hand coming down on your ass cheek and making you squeal. “So bossy,” he slowly pulls out to the tip, slamming his hips forward again. “But remember, baby, I’m in charge here.”
A satisfied moan falls past your lips when Andrew grips your hips in both hands, using them as support as he begins pounding into your pussy from behind. The room quickly fills with the sound of skin slapping skin and needy, desperate moans and curses. You fucking missed this, so much.
“Oh fuck, Andrew!” you whimper when his thrusts pick up pace. One of his hands slides from your hip to the back of your head, gripping a fistful of hair and pulling you up, your back pulled flush into his front. His free hand finds your clit with ease, his fingers rubbing tight, sloppy circles around it as his lips kiss and nip at your neck. His breath tickles your skin as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear while he fucks you rough and deep.
“Mi dispiace, principessa.”
Your thighs tighten, that burning in your lower belly growing as he brings you closer and closer to your orgasm. His fingers work your clit with ease, his dick pushing up into you at a quick pace. “It’s- I.. Andrew, I’m gonna cum.”
His teeth bite into your shoulder, his fingers working your clit quicker as his dick moves in sync with his fingers. Your body explodes under his touch, legs shaking as his name and other unintelligible words slip from your mouth. You soak his cock, post orgasmic bliss taking over your already fuzzy mind, but Andrew isn’t done.
Andrew pulls out of you, flipping you onto your back again. He hovers over you, one hand holding him up on the mattress while the other strokes his arousal soaked cock. He pushes inside you again, his hips moving slower this time, and you squirm beneath him. You’re so overstimulated and just want to sleep.
“Tell me you’re mine, bambina.”
Your heavy eyes find his, your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him down into you. You kiss him hungrily as he continues to fuck you softly. He breaks the kiss, staring down at you as he waits on you to answer him.
“I’m yours, Andrew. Always.”
He grins, picking up his pace again and brutally pounding inside you. Your legs tighten again, your second orgasm threatening to drown you.
“Cum with me, tesoro, soak my cock while i cum inside you.”
He thrusts inside you harder, faster. His fingers continue to pinch and play with your clit, pushing you to the edge. Your body tenses, legs shaking again as you cum around his dick for the second time. Andrew grunts, his face falling and burying in your neck. You feel his cock swell and twitch inside you before his warm cum spills inside you.
Andrew collapses on top of you, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He places a soft kiss on the skin of your neck, smiling against your skin as he whispers, “Te amo, lo giuro.”
ITALIAN TRANSLATIONS;;
⋆˙⟡ amore mio — my love
⋆˙⟡ tesoro — sweetheart
⋆˙⟡ principessa — princess
⋆˙⟡ bambina — baby girl
⋆˙⟡ “dio, mi è sfuggito questo,” — “God, I missed this,”
⋆˙⟡ “Sei la mia debolezza, tesoro, ricordatelo.” — “You are my weakness, sweetheart, remember that.”
⋆˙⟡ “Mi dispiace, principessa.” — “I’m sorry, princess.”
⋆˙⟡ “Te amo, lo giuro” — “I love you, I swear.”
