summary: after all the travel and the noise, he’s home.
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The apartment is quiet when he gets in.
Davis eases the door closed behind him, careful with the handle so it doesn’t click too loudly, his bag sliding off his shoulder and landing softly by his feet.
He stands there for a second, letting the space settle around him.
Home.
It smells like you.
His eyes adjust to the low light, and that’s when he sees you.
Curled up on the couch.
Clearly, you didn’t make it to bed.
There’s a blanket half draped over you like you started to get comfortable and never finished the job. One of his hoodies is swallowed up around you, sleeves too long, your hand tucked under your cheek. The TV is still on, volume low, some show playing to no one.
Davis exhales slowly, something in his chest loosening.
“You tried,” he murmurs under his breath, more to himself than anything.
He toes his shoes off quietly, sets his keys down with care, and crosses the room.
You waited for him. Even if you didn’t make it all the way.
For a second, he just stands there, looking at you like he’s trying to commit it to memory. His girl, waiting up for him.
Then he moves.
He reaches for the blanket first, pulling it properly over you, tucking it gently around your shoulders. His fingers brush your arm in the process and he pauses, watching for any sign you’ll wake.
You don’t.
He crouches slightly, adjusting the edge near your legs, making sure you’re covered.
He’s about to step back, to let you sleep, when your nose scrunches faintly.
A small shift.
Then, soft and barely there you mumble “Davis…”
It’s more breath than voice.
“Hey,” he whispers, instinctively leaning closer. “I’m here, baby.”
Your eyes don’t fully open. Just flutter, heavy with sleep. You’re not really awake, not fully, but you know he’s there.
“You’re back?” you mumble, words slow and slurred.
“Yeah,” he says gently. “Just got in.”
You make a small sound, something between relief and contentment, and your hand lifts slightly from where it was tucked under your cheek, searching.
His fingers slip into yours, warm and familiar, and your grip tightens around him immediately.
“You didn’t wake me,” you murmur, a tiny hint of accusation in your tone even through the sleep.
He smiles softly. “You were out like a light, babe.”
“I was waiting,” you insist, eyes still closed.
“I know,” he says, quieter now. “I saw.”
Then you shift, just enough to make space, blanket sliding slightly. A silent invitation.
He hovers for half a second, like he’s debating it before he gives in.
He sits carefully on the edge of the couch first, then leans in, one hand braced beside your head as he dips down to press a soft kiss to your temple.
Your response is immediate.
You tilt your head just enough, chasing it.
He huffs out a quiet breath, something fond and a little overwhelmed, and presses another kiss. This time to your cheek. Then the corner of your mouth.
“Missed you,” you mumble, finally cracking your eyes open just a little.
There’s barely any light, but enough for you to see him.
“Missed you too,” he says, and it comes out more honest than he meant it to.
You tug gently on his hand. “Come here.”
He doesn’t argue.
He shifts, careful not to jostle you too much, easing himself onto the couch beside you. It’s not the most comfortable position, half twisted, one leg still on the floor, but you immediately move closer, tucking into his side.
Your head finds his shoulder, your arm draped across his middle, blanket pulled up around both of you now.
He lets out a slow breath as his free hand comes up to rest against your back, fingers sliding under the fabric of his hoodie you’re wearing, warm skin beneath.
Everything in him just settles.
“You should go to bed,” he murmurs, even though he makes no move to get up.
You hum against him. “In a minute.”
He smiles into your hair.
“Yeah,” he whispers. “In a minute.”
Another quiet beat passes.
Your breathing evens out again, sleep pulling you back under just as quickly as you surfaced.
Davis presses one last soft kiss to the top of your head, his cheek resting there after, eyes drifting closed for a second.
Road trips, noise, pressure, all of it fades out in that moment.
And laying there, half on the couch, half off, wrapped up in you and a blanket that barely covers both of you, he lets himself relax for the first time in days.
so we have an ‘adrien knows first’ what if episode (cat blanc) and a ‘marinette knows first’ what if episode (ephemeral) so imagine we get another what if episode where they both know each other’s identities but don’t know the other knows
she’s a social media influencer in Toronto. her and ernie have done a few interviews and stuff together & are secretly dating (friends know, just not fans) with their fans shipping them
she’s invited to throw out the first pitch at the game & ernie catches it
your phone is glowing on the nightstand, screen buzzing over and over, pale light catching on the rumpled white sheets twisted around your ankle. you’re lying on your stomach, cheek pressed to the pillow that smells like detergent and a little like him—like the warmth of skin and the crisp tang of last night’s cologne. your finger scrolls through tiktok, the sound off but the captions rolling by in frantic all-caps: “so are they or aren’t they??” “ernie clement did NOT just drop the fire emojis under her thirst trap.” “i’m so here for this ship.”
you press your face harder into the pillow to stifle the laugh bubbling in your chest, because the bed dips behind you and you feel his hand flatten between your shoulder blades. his palm is dry and warm, trailing slow down your spine until his thumb hooks in the waistband of your sleep shorts. he’s not even awake awake yet—you can tell by the way he hums, low and scratchy, before clearing his throat and mumbling something you can’t quite catch. the beard scrapes lightly along your shoulder when he shifts closer.
you lift your phone just enough for him to see. “congratulations,” you say, voice still raspy with sleep, “you broke the internet.”
he squints at the screen, icy blue eyes bleary, hair sticking up in chaotic angles that make you want to smooth it down. he huffs out a little laugh, the exhale warm against your bare skin. “they’re gonna figure it out eventually.”
you snort. “they’ve basically figured it out.” your thumb hovers over the comments. “look at this one—‘if they’re not dating i’m deleting this app.’”
ernie leans in to read it, his beard brushing your neck so you shiver. he kisses the spot absently. “tell them not to delete it. your engagement numbers would drop.”
you elbow him lightly, and he finally laughs for real, husky and sleepy, before tugging you onto your side so he can bury his face against your collarbone. you can feel the smile against your skin. your phone buzzes between you, the screen lighting up with another tiktok notification. he groans. “put that thing away.”
“you’re the one who commented the fire emojis.”
“yeah,” he mutters, pressing another kiss into the hollow of your throat, voice going rough and muffled, “’cause you looked good.”
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by the time you’re at the stadium the sun is high and relentless, glaring off the glass of the dome and baking the sidewalk until the air feels like it’s shimmering. you have your hair pulled back tight, makeup set to withstand anything, and your nerves crawling up your spine in little pricks of static. your name is on the big board. your name, in lights. you take a slow breath, the scent of freshly mown grass and hot concrete and popcorn drifting around you as you try to look nonchalant.
ernie meets you at the tunnel, already in uniform—white pants, blue jersey, the logo snug across his broad chest. the cap shadows his eyes but when he tilts his head back to look at you, they’re bright, that frosty blue that makes you want to kiss him stupid. you see the twitch of his mouth like he’s trying not to grin.
“you look—”
“don’t say it,” you cut in, shooting him a look. “if you say ‘nervous’ i’m gonna smack you.”
he just shrugs, easy. “was gonna say gorgeous, sweetheart, but alright.”
you roll your eyes, but you’re biting back a smile.
“you ready?” he asks, voice low. you can hear the murmur of the crowd, the call-and-response of vendors, the crackle of the announcer’s voice over the PA.
“as i’ll ever be.”
he nudges your arm. “you’re gonna be fine. just throw it.”
“wow. amazing advice.”
“that’s why they pay me the big bucks.”
you snort, but your fingers brush his as you walk out toward the field. the grass is so green it almost hurts to look at it, cut short and sharp, the dirt of the mound dry and powdery under your sneakers. you hear the hush of the crowd, the growing wave of noise as they see you.
you inhale. slow. your heart hammering against your ribs.
ernie crouches behind the plate, glove out, cap low, eyes on you like there’s nobody else in the whole damn place. he gives you the tiniest nod. your fingers tighten on the ball.
you wind up. let it go. it’s not perfect—wobbles a bit, but it makes it to him. the sound of leather smacking leather echoes and he holds it up triumphantly, the crowd cheering.
he straightens, grin spreading wide enough you can see it all the way from the mound. and then he’s jogging up to you.
the stadium noise swells, like a held breath.
you’re smiling so hard it hurts your face when he reaches you. he curls a hand around your waist, careful but firm, sweaty glove discarded, and leans in.
the kiss is quick, but sure. lips brushing warm and solid over yours. the roar of the crowd goes sharp and delighted, a collective whoop and scattered applause.
when you break away, his beard tickles your cheek and you realize you’re on the jumbotron. you can see it in your periphery—the two of you framed against the bright summer sky, the little smudge of his thumbprint on your chin from where he cupped your face.
you mutter, just loud enough for him to hear, “we’re so busted.”
ernie snorts, eyes crinkling at the corners, the tiniest flush climbing his neck. “you think they didn’t know?”
you breathe out a laugh, tucking your head against his chest for a second, letting the noise of the stadium wash over you. the scent of dirt and grass and his laundry soap clings to him, warm and steady.
and when you finally turn and wave at the crowd, he lingers just behind you, his hand pressed light to your lower back, grounding you while your heart tries to beat out of your chest.
a/n:I was supposed to write this last week but I didn’t have the motivation
song(s) to listen to:nowhere, nobody (ariana grande)
Me and Jarren walked into our apartment after hanging out with Roman at his place.
I immediately took off my shoes with a groan and walked to our shared bathroom. Jarren followed behind me dragging his feet against the floor.
Once we got to the bathroom Jarren turned on the shower and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder.
“Hi, baby,” I said, intertwining our fingers that rested on my stomach.
He hummed sleepily.
We stood there for a few more minutes before Jarren unwrapped his arms and patted my ass softly, indicating he was finally getting in the shower.
As he got undressed I walked into the bedroom and flopped on the bed with a dramatic sigh.
I didn’t know I fell asleep until I heard the shower turn off. Jarren got out and put a towel around his waist, showing off his toned torso and tattoos.
“You gonna get ready for bed?” He asked, shaking his wet hair around.
I smiled and sat up. “Yeah. I’m coming.”
I changed into my pjs and now Jarren had on a pair of sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt.
Once I got into the bathroom I grabbed my makeup wipes and started taking off my makeup from the day. As I was taking the last of my mascara I heard Jarrens voice from the bed.
“Are you almost done?” Jarren asked dramatically.
I let out a soft laugh. “Yes.”
As I was squeezing my moisturizer on my face Jarren appeared behind me.
“What?” I asked as blush crept on my face.
“Nothing.” He wrapped his arms around my waist again and pulled me closer to him.
“I like watching you do this.”
I raised my eyebrow but continued rubbing my moisturizer into my face.
“It’s nice,” Jarren replied, resting his chin on my shoulder.
As I grabbed another product, he held his hand out.
“You wanna do it?” I asked with a smile on my face.
Jarren nodded, “I can do it.”
I nodded and squeezed a good amount of product onto his palm.
Jarren gently dotted it on my forehead, cheeks, chin, with a concentrated look on his face.
“You know,” I said as he started to rub it into my skin, “I can do it on my own.”
“I know,” Jarren mumbled.
“Then why are you doing it?”
“I like taking care of you.”
I smiled softly. His hands continued to gently rub against my face.
After a few minutes he stepped back and admired his work. “There.” Jarren placed his hands on both my cheeks. “Very beautiful.”
I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks got red instantly.
“Alright, let’s go to bed.” I said after a few seconds.
I climbed into bed first, pulling the blanket over my chest while Jarren turned off the lights.
Once the room was fully dark he climbed in beside me with a sigh.
I immediately got closer to him so my head rested on his chest. He wrapped a loose arm around my waist and the other tucked a loose piece of hair behind my hair.
“Was today better?” I asked softly.
Jarren hesitated for a moment. “Yeah.”
I looked up at him, even though I couldn’t clearly see him I could tell he was already looking at me.
“You sure?”
He thought for a second before answering.
“Just, you know, it’s a lot.”
I nodded understanding.
With everything going around about him he had a vailed reason to be anxious about what could happen next in his career.
I placed a kiss on his cheek then rested my head where it originally was.
“You don’t need to do anything right now besides sleep.”
He smiled and pressed a kiss on my head, resting his lips there a second.
“Night, baby,” he murmured.
“Night,” I whispered back.
Finally my breathing evened out and Jarrens arms tightened softly around me as he settled down.
finally wrote Ernie again since i'm really obsessed with the blue jays rn <3
You’re waiting for him after the game, standing with a dozen others—family members and friends. Everyone is eager for the players to come out. When your phone buzzes, you ignore it and focus on the tunnel.
Then you see him.
Ernie is still in his uniform, his cap pushed back. He looks tired but a bit energized too. His bag hangs from one shoulder, and his smile barely reaches his eyes as he scans the crowd.
Looking for you.
When he sees you, his expression changes completely. His smile turns genuine. He starts moving before you can wave, squeezing past teammates with “sorry, sorry,” almost tripping over someone.
“Hey,” he says, his voice cracking.
“Hey, superstar.”
He drops his bag and pulls you in tightly. You can feel his heart racing. He is so warm. When he buries his face in your neck, he finally exhales.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” he says into your skin.
“I can.” You pull back to look at him. “I knew as soon as you swung.”
His eyes shine as he laughs, sounding breathless. “I need to relax. Can we just go home?”
“Yeah, let’s go.”
He takes your hand and doesn’t let go until he picks up his bag.
The car is quiet at first.
Ernie tosses his bag in the back and sinks into the passenger seat with a big exhale. You start the car, and the radio comes on softly. He stares out the window, replaying everything in his head.
Two blocks away, he starts talking.
“Bottom of the sixth, two outs.” His hands begin to move. “I wasn’t even thinking about a home run, you know? Just trying to make contact, get on base, keep us alive.”
You glance over. “And then?”
“And then I felt it.” He hits his fist into his palm. “Perfect connection, sweet spot. I didn’t even look—I just knew.”
“The crowd went crazy.”
“I couldn’t hear anything.” He grins. “I could see people standing up, mouths open, but it was silent in my head. Then I’m rounding first, and the noise comes back. Everything.”
You place your hand on the center console, palm up.
He takes it immediately, lacing his fingers with yours. For a moment, he plays with your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles and tracing lines on your palm. The energy shifts.
“I was so scared,” he says softly.
“Yeah?”
“Right before, in the on-deck circle.” He looks at your hands. “My stomach was churning. I kept thinking, what if I strike out? What if I ground into a double play? What if I mess it up?”
You squeeze his hand.
“And I looked up at the section behind first base.” He glances at you. “You had on that blue hoodie you stole from me. You were standing, hands together like you were nervous or something.”
“I was,” you reply.
“I saw you, and I just—” He hesitates. “I thought, okay. She’s here, watching. Whether I hit a home run or strike out, she’s still going to be there afterward.”
Your throat tightens. You bring his hand up and kiss his knuckles, keeping your eyes on the road.
“That’s what got me to the plate,” he says. “Knowing you were there.”
You take the long way home.
The apartment is dark when you unlock the door. Ernie heads straight to the bathroom. The shower starts. You move through the space almost on autopilot.
You turn on the soft lamps, avoiding the overhead lights. You grab the fuzzy throw blanket from the bedroom, the one he pretends to dislike, along with pillows from the chair.
You create a cozy nest on the couch, arranging and rearranging until it feels right.
The shower stops. You know he is probably looking at himself in the mirror, still seeing that pitch.
When he comes out, he’s wearing sweatpants and an old t-shirt. His hair is damp, sticking up everywhere from the towel. He looks younger this way, more like the guy who is clingy and soft than the one who just hit a home run.
“Come here,” you say, patting the couch.
He doesn’t hesitate.
Ernie settles next to you, and you pull the blankets around you both. He shifts until he’s against your side, his head on your shoulder and his arm around your waist. You feel him starting to relax.
For a while, you sit there, breathing together.
“I almost choked,” he whispers.
You don’t respond, just put your hand on his arm, your thumb moving in small circles.
“Standing there, watching him wind up, I almost stepped out, almost called time.” He laughs softly. “My hands were shaking. I was terrified I was going to swing and miss and look like an idiot.”
“But you didn’t.”
“But I could have.” He turns to look at you. “That’s what people don’t get. Every at-bat, I could fail. Every play, every throw, I’m one mistake away from being the guy who messed up.”
Your chest aches. You touch his face. “Ernie.”
“Everyone expects me to show up. Every single game.” His eyes shine. “I’m supposed to be the guy who delivers. Today I did, but-” He stops, swallowing hard. “What if tomorrow I don’t? What if I’m the one who chokes when it matters? One bad moment, and that’s all anyone remembers. That’s all I become.”
You turn to face him, placing both hands on his face.
“Hey. Look at me.” You wait until he does. “One bad game doesn’t erase everything. It doesn’t erase today.”
He stays quiet, looking at you as if he wants to believe it.
“I mean, people know you. Not just from today, but from all of it. The way you...” You pause, searching for the right words. “You’re not just one swing, Ernie.”
“You don’t know—”
“I do.” You shake your head. “I’ve watched you every day. The way you show up even when you’re scared. The way you care so much. Maybe too much.”
He exhales shakily.
“So yeah, you could have a bad game. You probably will at some point.” You’re stumbling through your thoughts, but you mean every word. “But that’s not who you are. One bad moment doesn’t define you.”
He closes his eyes.
He makes a sound between a laugh and a sob, pulling you closer. His face buries into your neck, and he breathes you in deeply.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he whispers.
“Good thing you don’t have to find out.”
You hold him tightly, one hand in his damp hair and the other tracing patterns on his back. Outside, the city hums through the night. Tomorrow, there will be another game, another chance, and another battle with his doubts.
But right now, wrapped in blankets in the soft light, he is just Ernie. Not the athlete, not the home run hitter, not the guy trying to prove himself.
hello goat... could i pretty please request a roman anthony fic... sub!him ofc :freakyball:
don't think of jarren || rm19
summary: roman's dealing with rejection from you on a night out, only for you to pop up and ruin it all by eye fucking jarren in duran in front of him. roman's mind ends up wondering too much.
warnings: nsfw !! NO p in v, sub!roman anthony x reader, dry humping, making out, slight dumbification, slight voyeurism, brief use of good boy, and maybe implied jarren duran x reader (x roman anthony)
a/n: HELLOOO ANON !!!! thank you for my first request this was soooo fun to write and i tried my best to make it accurate but he might be a little ooc
word count: 2.2k
the night wasn't supposed to go like this, it just wasn't. roman could feel himself get clammier and clammier underneath the bar lighting, casting a yellow-orange glow onto everyone who sat at their table like some kind of filter that was definitely hindering his decision making. it was supposed to be a relaxing night, that's what jarren and marcelo had told him when they were leaving practice.
“come on, man, you gotta loosen up.” he remembered the way marcelo said it, his hands were massaging his shoulders as they walked out of the training facility together with jarren trailing behind them, scrolling on his phone. checking his phone to see if anyone dmed him, probably looking for a hookup all things considered.
“yeah, get some of that tension out, you’ve been hitting like shit.” jarren muttered in agreement, roman winced at the observation, because it was true.
he was hitting like shit.
but he knew why. he didn't want to tell either of them, he knew what they would say: “you're hung up on that?” or “grow a backbone, dude.” and roman could only shift awkwardly at the thought.
tell them about you. the person who he always went back to no matter how many times he sat in his car after seeing you, banging his head against his steering wheel while muttering something about being ‘so stupid’. nothing official. just hook ups, and maybe breakfast sometimes. roman didn't complain, why would he? at the end of the day he still got to have you. that was enough, he lied to himself.
it was dumb. oh, christ, it was so stupid of him to think this would go any differently than it had.
roman had asked you to come, it was a bar, there would be alcohol. sure, his teammates would be there but they didn't have to sit with them! right? at least that's what roman insisted, but you declined. he never said which bar, he never said where, he just asked. he told himself there was no harm in asking after almost crying for ten minutes drafting out a million different texts to send.
what was the point anyways? you said no.
he tried to not be butt hurt about it, but he was. marcelo teased him when he walked in, pinching his cheeks and asking why he looked so down, as if roman hadn't been sniffling the entire way over.
he was glad for the distorting overhead lights, maybe that’s why none of his teammates teased him about his red nose or reddening waterline. he hated crying, but it was different when it came to rejection, or at least what felt like it.
before he knew it, a beer was pressed into his hands and he was sitting down surrounded by half his team, he was really only half listening despite just getting there. he couldn't help it, there was this awful lingering sense of helplessness that settled in his gut, he went through the motions - nodding, smiling, laughing, when everyone else did.
marcelo and jarren exchanged looks, roman was so jumpy, nate had patted his back as he passed roman and roman literally jumped. this was supposed to take him off edge, not push him even further on it.
he looked painfully disinterested while being anxious, the way his eyebrows naturally knit together with the pout making his bottom lip jut out slightly.
despite everything, roman couldn't help but keep glancing at the door, he knew you wouldn't show up, he knew you didn't even know which bar he was at. despite himself he still hoped you’d walk through the door.
he didn't expect you to actually walk through the door.
you were laughing at something your friend had said, and it's like time slowed down for roman. the way the bar lights caught in your hair, and the way you’d dressed up. roman shifted. then he swallowed hard.
fuck, he needed to learn self control.
something flared in him, something in the pit of his stomach, something ugly, and something dangerously close to jealousy. you were giggling with someone else, someone who wasn't him. he made you giggle like that too. his eyebrows drew closer together.
“dude, you good?” marcelo waved a hand in front of romans face, feeling the sudden shift in his demeanor.
“what? yeah. all good.” roman responded dryly, marcelo didn't believe it for a second.
marcelo shifted to sit next to him, trying to match his eyeline to see exactly what he was looking at, because even with a hand in front of his face, he still looked like he’d poured spoiled milk into his cereal.
“no way…” marcelo’s jaw dropped slightly, “dude, go talk to her.” he hissed, shoving his shoulder to which roman scowled.
“dude, stop,” roman huffed, trying to shake marcelo off him to no avail, he turned to marcelo to glare at him rather unconvincingly, “i don't know her-”
liar!
roman practically wore a yellow sticky note with his emotions in big, capitalized, bold letters scrawled across it on his forehead and he would still lie about it.
“roman?” you called out, almost making roman jump out of his skin as he turned to you with wide eyes, “you didn't tell me you were going out tonight.” you teased. another lie. he did tell you. maybe you were playing him up in front of his teammates.
“hey,” he croaked out, mentally kicking himself for his voice sounding like he hadn't spoken all night, but his throat was suddenly very dry.
“you know her?” jarren snorted out a laugh, letting out an ‘oof’ when triston smacked his abdomen, a silent ‘be nice’, jarren tried his best to school his expression but just couldn't help raking his eyes over you. you were undeniably a sight for sore eyes that he, honestly, was not expecting, “like…friends, or?” jarren glanced between the two of you while roman’s face slowly started to get red.
“yeah! friends, rommy and i go way back,” you nodded with a sweet smile, roman just kept his mouth shut - if he didn’t he might throw up. she was lying, straight to his teammates faces like it wasn’t the most embarrassing thing, well technically the most embarassing thing was the fact you just called him,
“rommy? no way, you have a nickname?” marcelo snorted in disbelief while nate barked out a laugh, and roman felt his face go hotter.
“no, it’s cute,” jarren hummed halfheartedly while glancing at roman with a look, roman could tell there was something underneath but he wasn’t apt enough to be privy to it, which only dialed his nerves higher.
“the cutest,” you nodded in agreement, moving behind him and your hands moving to rest on romans shoulders, making him tense under your touch.
roman wasn’t stupid, he was just kind of awkward sometimes. he could tell jarren was pushing him, and he knew you were pushing his buttons on purpose.
“well how’d you guys meet?” marcelo piped up, curious now.
roman held his breath - please don’t say dating app, please don’t say dating app. if any of his teammates knew you had met on a dating app, it wouldn’t be hard to assume that you two met just to fuck. which wasn’t far off the truth. but roman didn’t want to admit that, athletes already were pretty stereotypical, he didn’t want to seem desperate.
(he was.)
“well, when i moved to boston i got so lost trying to get to work, and i ended up in a coffee shop and i asked rommy for directions,” you smiled, tightening your grip on his shoulders, resting your chin on the top of his head, “he was so adorable.” you smirked.
jarren stared at you, not believing it for a second while the rest of his teammates nodded or muttered something about it being “so roman”. roman could see how jarren was looking at you, his parted lips and slightly narrowed eyes, it was the same look jarren got when he was picking girls up at bars, but this felt different. it felt like he was giving roman the look as much as he was giving it to you.
romans mouth was dry.
his pants felt tight.
he shifted uncomfortably.
“it was a couple months ago,” he offered dumbly.
“yeah? so not long then,” jarren nodded passively, as if he was trying to understand the unspoken dynamic between the three, roman just nodded his head, and jarren took a slow sip of his beer.
no, this was too much. between jarren and you, mentally, physically. it was too much. the lights were too warm, his throat was too dry, his pants too tight. he was getting overwhelmed for some reason, he forced himself to move which felt more like torture than anything else.
he stood up more abruptly than he had intended to.
“i’ll be back in a minute,” he managed to say.
you gave him a look, he hated that look, the look you gave him whenever he was spent. the look of pity. he just shook his head and went off, and you just let your hands slide off him.
he practically barged into the bathroom, he was glad it was empty. it was one of those shitty bathrooms that was just one room with a toilet and sink that forced people to make unreasonably long lines during busy nights. for once he was grateful for that.
he splashed his face with water, taking deep breaths. hoping his boner would die off with time. okay, maybe he wasn’t thinking right because the only thing he was thinking of was jarren making out with you. realistically, he should be pissed at the thought.
instead? fuck, he was painfully turned on.
he screwed his eyes shut, trying to think of anything else. him and marcelo going to miami. aaron judge hitting a home run (come on, like that would help). and even being in a press conference. why wasn’t anything working? he was just about ready to jerk off there and then until he heard the door creak open. of course, he forgot to lock it.
he was gonna say something about it being occupied but when he looked in the mirror, he saw you leaning back on the door, giving him the look. that look you gave him whenever you were unimpressed.
“you’re hard? just from a conversation?” you scoffed, stepping closer to him, making him swallow hard, “what were you thinking about, come on, tell me.” you cooed, pushing him back into the sink.
roman was never one to deny you.
“...you and jarren making out.” he admitted quietly, looking down at you with baited breath.
“that’s all?” you snorted, laughing in his face, “you didn’t think about jarren fucking me against the wall? holding me up, you don’t wanna see how his tattoos look flexing holding my weight up? you watching like a good boy, not saying a word unless spoken to?”
oh, now roman was in for it.
roman was already painfully hard with the thought of just kissing but now with that image in his mind that would keep him going for a week.
you didn’t give him any more time to overthink it, you pulled him into a kiss by the front of his shirt, pressing your body into his intentionally grinding onto his boner to which he couldn’t help the whimper that left his throat.
it was too much and you were forcing his brain into a shutdown. he rutted his hips against you involuntarily, his hands finding your face, maybe he was thining about jarren still, you couldn’t it was all the same at the end of the night.
he couldn’t believe how close he already was by literally just making out with you while desperately dry humping you in a filthy bar restroom. thinking about his fucking teammate! god, if he wasn’t so tangled in your warmth, your facade of comfort, then he might actually feel guilty about it.
but with your hands roaming under his shirt, providing the skin to skin contact he so desperately loved during sex, and your mouth swallowing all his moans and whimpers, he couldn’t even think about the real life consequences about it.
when you finally broke away he whined, a small beg that left his lips that you couldn’t quite make out. you wouldn’t let him finish, that realisation was creeping in at a devastatingly slow pace as you moved away from roman to fix your hair in the mirror. roman was still catching his breath, his face was flushed, his lips were swollen. and he was still hard.
but it was obvious you were not interested in helping him out any further than he you already had.
“i hope you have a good night, roman,” you smiled sweetly at him, patting his cheek and leaving the bathroom - leaving him to his own devices with the images that you put in his head.
by the time he had jerked off and cleaned himself up, everyone at the table were too drunk to question where he was for the last twenty minutes.
but he did notice something peculiar: both you and jarren were gone.
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summary: seeing his muscular body and strong arms has made you horny so bad.
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Since Anthony joined to the major league with the Yankees you have seen many changes in him, mainly in his physique, he has always had a very good physique but now he usually goes to the gym very often and just these days you’ve paid more attention to every detail of his body from his shoulders, his back, his incredible arms where you could see how some of his veins stood out, his abdomen, also his thighs and legs.
Since you started seeing every detail of him as he prowled around the house sometimes shirtless these days you kept having not so good thoughts, you couldn't contain yourself having this man with nice biceps prowling around your house shirtless, he doesn't help and being ovulating these days wasn't much help either.
As you stopped thinking you saw how Anthony had returned from an outing he had with some of his Yankees teammates.
“hey baby, I'm back" he said closing the door and approaching you to give you a nice kiss. "what are you still doing here in the living room? it's a little late already" he said sitting on the couch next to you and caressing your cheek.
"I was watching something on TV and I was waiting for you of course" you said smiling at him.
“Hmm I see, well I'm here now... today's outing was really good, I had fun with the guys today" he said as he stretched out on the couch, spreading his legs a little and raising one of his hands to rest it on his own neck.
"oh no... the manspread, the manspreaddd" You said in your head as you couldn't help but see what he had done as he settled in, he was saying something but you weren't paying much attention as you were focused watching how he was sitting on the couch right next to you, you couldn't help but bite your lip a little bit.
"did you hear me baby?" he said moving his hand that was previously resting on his neck. "honey..." he moved his hand again slightly people your face.
"oh... yeah yeah... sorry, I was lost in my own thoughts" you said as you kept slyly looking from his neck to his lap.
"don't worry, ahhh I want to lie down a little" he said while he stretched a little more but now he threw his head back resting it completely on the back of the sofa, that... that was the last straw and you didn't hold back when you saw him like that, he had turned on something you no longer wanted and couldn't control, you had been holding back for days but today you couldn't stand it anymore, you wanted him to make you his right then and there.
"fuck it" you murmured softly and began to take off your shirt until you were only in a bra showing off your big boobs.
"wow... What the hell are you doing honey?" Anthony said after raising his head when he heard you mumbling, he was very confused by what you were doing but he didn't dislike what he was seeing.
"Come on, do you want to try them?" you said softly, moving closer to him and putting your tits close to his face. He only licked his lips slightly looking at your tits then looking into your eyes, you could tell he was hesitating a little but seeing your big tits close to his face, he wasn't going to resist that long.
As expected he didn't resist any longer and put his face to your right breast for a moment, it didn't take long before he took off your bra and started sucking them like a newborn baby.
You could only look down and enjoy the way he ate your tits, he was almost desperate to suck them, you closed your eyes enjoying his hands and his mouth on your breasts.
"beautiful and round tits" he said as you felt him lick your right nipple while the other one pinched it, Anthony enjoyed the texture and smell of your breasts as he then put his face right between your big boobs.
"uh..." you let out a sigh as you felt his face on your tits and how he squeezed them, you tried to help him by grabbing both tits and rubbing them on his face, you could feel his hot breath against you, you were enjoying it to the fullest when suddenly you felt how he started kissing your breasts again but now right by your areola.
"honey, yes yes, there," you said as you bit your lip "slowly" you spoke again as you felt him now groping your tits.
"I love your big and delicious tits" he said kneading your tits in his hands while making eye contact with you "watch me eat your precious tits baby" he said in a husky voice, giving you sucks and licks on your nipples not counting eye contact.
"You're doing good" you said watching him intently as you put your hands in his hair, stroking his head and messing up his hair, then he started giving you kisses while trying to take it easy again.
You removed his hands and put yours on your tits, grabbed them and rubbed them again on his face, you felt him sucking them again and unexpectedly he slapped your nipples with his tongue, making you moan.
"Yes" you said approvingly of his movements as you continued to massage your big tits on his face.
Then you slowed things down and moved away from him, you started to take off your bottom clothes one by one until you were only in a black thong that highlighted your ass.
"oh god, I love seeing your wealthy sexy ass in that thong babe" he said giving you a spank that could be heard all over the room, then he squeezed your ass cheek where he had spanked you to ease the blow.
"ah..." you let out a moan after feeling that whip, you put your hands on his shoulders and then ran your hands over his biceps, feeling how toned they are and bit your lip.
"I know I've been making you horny these days" he said smiling slightly as he massaged and squeezed your ass "you think I didn't notice the looks you were giving me? I knew I was driving you crazy but I wanted to see how long you could hold out" he said bringing his face close to yours "you surprised me baby, I didn't think you were going to hold out that long... but you did" he gave you a kiss on the lips and lowered one of his hands to your pussy and rubbed it over your thong.
"I couldn't take it anymore" you said with difficulty as you felt his hand rubbing on your pussy "you had me so horny seeing how muscular you've become" you felt his hands travel to either side of your hips and he pulled down your thong, leaving you completely naked in front of him.
He analyzed your naked body from top to bottom, admiring every part of your body, he couldn't contain himself from how hot your beautiful body made him, your round ass, your fat boobs, your wide and nice hips.
You couldn't take it anymore either, you wanted more, you wanted him to make you his, you pulled his shirt and kissed him.
"Take me to the bedroom please…" you said softly near his face and he without hesitating twice, took off his shirt and threw it somewhere in the living room, then he carried you in his arms and took you to your bedroom, closed the door and left you on the edge of the bed.
Slowly you settled a little further back on the mattress and sat down leaning against the wall of the bed with all the pillows on your back, now you wanted to tease him, you wanted to make him hotter, as he faced the bed taking off his bottom, you spread your legs so he could see your wet pussy, you ran your hands over it and started rubbing it, rubbing your fingers on your clit and teasing him.
"uhhh, baby, I can't wait for you to fuck me so good, I want your big cock in my pussy" you said to tease him "I won't be satisfied until you put every inch of your thick cock in me, I want you to fill every inch of me" you continued to tease him.
As soon as he was undressed he climbed up on the bed and grabbed you underneath him. "Oh yes? that's what you want my love? I'll gladly give you all my cock". he kissed you desperately while you rubbed his big, throbbing boner.
you were stood there sharing kisses for a while as you continued to caress his throbbing boner.
"Your cock and balls are so nice in my hand baby" you said smiling naughtily and kissed him again, you continued to massage and touch the tip of his cock. "fuck baby" Anthony said as he moved his kisses down your neck until he reached your tits and went back to eating them.
"Shit, I love the way you gently bite my nipples" you said as you continued to work your hand on his hard cock.
"Hmmm baby, I love how you can pull my cock" Anthony said with a smile on his face as he continued to enjoy your boobs
After a moment you stopped stroking his cock and without knowing how, you took control over his body and climbed on top of him, leaving him lying on the bed. You began to rub your wet pussy on his big hard dick, you felt a spank on your ass as he admired how you moved and how your tits swayed slowly.
"Oh my God, you are so fucking hard” you said feeling the tip of his cock poking your clit, you lifted up a little and spit out your hand and then took his cock and stroked it until he was ready to place it at the entrance of your pussy.
"Fuckkkk, finally it's all for me" you said feeling his thick cock sink into you.
"Yes, it's all yours now" he said as he held you by the waist.
"Oh my God," you said as you felt his cock in your folds. Slowly, you adjusted to his cock and took your rhythm, your big tits began to bounce in front of him . "Oh yessss, your cock feels amazing" you said as Anthony grabbed your ass "I love your big hands on my ass" you continued "Do you like it when I bounce on your cock my love?" you asked looking him in the eyes as you bit your lip and started to move your hips faster.
"Yes" he said with his voice a little shaken.
"Fuck, it's so big in my pussy" you said starting to shake your ass faster "I love grinding on your big cock" you said while resting your hands on his chest to move better.
Then you squatted down on his dick as you started going up and down faster, you could feel your big tits bouncing faster and Anthony started panting.
"Oh yes, baby, move that ass" said Anthony with an agitated voice "move more, I want to see you bounce so much on my cock" he said giving you a hard spanking and then grabbed your tits that were bouncing non-stop.
He pushed his hips up so that his cock entered deeper into your pussy. "Just like that... fuck fuck fuck! stretch my little pussy daddy" you told him as you kept going down as he moved his hips "Perfect, I love how your balls hit my ass" you said throwing your head back following your rhythm on his dick.
"Keep squeezing my cock with your juicy tight pussy," Anthony said as they both slowed down their movements a little at a time.
"You got my pussy so fucking wet" you said as you made eye contact with him.
"Do you like the way I bounce on your big cock daddy?"
"I love it" Anthony said releasing your tits and lightly grabbed you by the neck to pull you closer to him and give you a passionate kiss while you kept moving
He moves his hips again quickly to feel his cock deeper and deeper in your pussy "oh yes, Hard, harder, right there love, don't stop, don't stop" you said scratching his chest from how hard you were holding yourself, his movements were so fast that his balls were hitting your ass and the room was filled with the sound of the crashing of your ass against him.
You felt yourself getting tighter, you felt your orgasm coming and you started to move faster along with Anthony. "oh fuck fuck fuck I'm going to cum" you said panting.
"come on, fill my cock with your juices baby" said Anthony giving you a little spank.
"ahh.. fuck" you let out a moan as you finally filled his cock with your juices. "how good you make me come love" you said to anthony as you continued to move on him "let me work on you now" you moved closer to him and kissed him slowly.
"I need to taste your cock" you said as you pulled his cock out of your pussy and moved down to suck it. "Oh my god, your cock is so fucking hard" you said giving it little licks and then started licking the tip of it like crazy and bobbing your head up and down.
"Oh shit" Anthony said closing his eyes and throwing his head back, trying to push his hips so you would swallow more of his cock. "you are so good sucking my fucking dick baby" he said running his hands through your hair, he stopped you for a moment and sat back on the bed, then you moved back down to his cock and took it in your mouth again.
"yes my love... you are doing it so well" Anthony said as he took your hair in his hands so it wouldn't get in the way of your face. "oh... hell, keep it up" he said watching as his cock disappeared into your mouth, you kept bobbing your head up and down endlessly as you went through the motions and gagged on his cock, Anthony seemed to have liked the feeling of his cock slamming into your throat.
"ohhh.. be careful babe" he said stroking your hair. "Hey baby, let me do my work now" he said as he lifted you up and laid you on the bed then spread your legs.
You quickly heeded his request, you let yourself be carried away by him as you felt his hands and lips on your body, placing his hands on your pussy while his lips were on your big tits. "let me taste your wealthy pussy" he said as he moved his kisses down from your tits to your wet pussy.
“you still have a wet pussy" he said giving you little kisses in the folds of your pussy making you desperate and leaving you anxious for me to suck your clitoris.
"Just fucking suck my fucking clit, rub your face on me babe" you said lifting your hips slightly and grabbing his head to grind your pussy against him.
“wait babe, i'll suck your delicious clit" he smiled and then licked your pussy, he started to run his tongue through all the folds until he focused on your clitoris.
You were going crazy, you were lifting your hips so you could feel him and make him eat you so fast, you kept grinding your pussy in his mouth, you wanted more and more, he was fascinated eating you, he was eating you like never before, he was eating you so well that you were too wet, your juices were dripping.
"OH MY GOD, FUCK, OH YEAH, suck my juicy pussy" you pulled his hair with every desperate lick he gave you, Anthony was driving you crazy in the way he moved his tongue and the obscene sounds he was making while sucking your pussy.
"Oh, my God, I'm going to cum on your face," you said as your legs were shaking . "Oh, baby, you're going to make me cum so hard" you said with your voice trembling. "You know what? I need your cock so bad, put it back in my pussy again" you squealed for his cock.
He left your pussy and with how lubricated your entrance was, he entered you so easily that he slammed deep into your pussy. "OH MY GOD, SO DEEP" you scream as his cock bulges under your belly.
"Stretch my pussy like this baby" you said as you yourself grabbed and squeezed your tits.
"MAKE ME COME, MAKE ME COME, MAKE ME CUM AGAIN, KEEP GOING DADDY AHHHHHH" you said as you felt his onslaught get harder and deeper.
"Just spread my fucking pussy open as like that, oh yeah" you grabbed him by his strong arms while moaning like crazy.
You moved one of your hands down to your pussy and massaged it, then moved down a little more to your clit and started rubbing it in a circle while Anthony kept on ramming you like never before.
Anthony takes one of your legs and pulls it up to his shoulder, so he can ram you better. "You like the way I fuck you like that? huh? you like me being rough with you?" said Anthony looking your eyes.
"FUCK. FUCK. FUCK, YES! GIVE ME MORE" you replied without breaking eye contact. "OH THAT'S IT! FULL ME SO BAD WITH YOUR BIG DICK. SHIT, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," you moaned desperately as he smiled and hit you harder and harder every minute.
"OH YEAH, THERE, THERE, FUCKING RIGHT THERE YEAH," you said.
"Oh... here?" he said and gave you a hard ramming at the exact spot where you felt like you were in heaven
"OH SHIT, YES! YES, JUST THERE!" you moaned and squeezed yourself on his cock so badly that Anthony started grunting with every hard thrust he gave you on your spot.
“FUCK YEAH, MAKE ME CUM RIGHT NOW,HONEY" you moaned "fill my fucking pussy with your cum" you moaned along with Anthony who was pounding your cervix hard.
"OH FUCK!" moaned Anthony as he felt you choking his cock. "Turn around, get in doggy style and let me see that sexy ass, I want to see how your pussy eats my cock" you obeyed and he penetrated you again with ease, he went back to giving you deep lunges right where you like it.
"Oh yes, you look so perfect like that" he said agitatedly "I wish you could watch my cock disappear inside your pussy" he spanked you
"FUCK FUCK, YOU FUCK ME SO GOOD, I LOVE FEELING YOUR BALLS BEAT MY PUSSY" You said "Go ahead, fuck me harder, AHHHHHHHH" you begged him and he complied and spanked your pussy at full speed.
"OH I'M GOING TO COME BABY" you moaned.
"OH SHIT! ME TOO BABE" moaned Anthony and spanked you hard.
“FUCK FUCK FULL ME WITH YOUR CUM BABE" you said as you felt her hard onslaught. "OH FUCK IM COMING! IM COMING BABYYY!"
"YEAH GIVE ME YOUR JUICE, FILL ME UP WITH YOUR COCK".
"OH FUCK!" you let out a big moan and both of you cum at the same time.
"oh my god I love how you fill me full of cum with your fucking cock" you told him trying to look back while still slightly wiggling your ass which had his cock still in it.
"Damn you left me with no cum at all" he smiled kneading your ass, you smiled at him the same and after you stopped wiggling your ass, you pulled his cock out of you giving him the last strokes.
You got up from the position you were in and both of you approached each other "damn baby, we had the fuck of our lives" he slapped you to him, spanked you and gave you a kiss then smiled widely
“ughh yes, you don't know how much I loved it" you smiled and kissed him again. "I hope it will happen again" you said hugging him.
"of course it will happen again" he said caressing you.
"Now, let's go take a shower, okay?" you said heading to the bathroom.
"If you want we can continue in the shower" Anthony said close to your ear and then he smiled and gave you a little nibble on your shoulder.
