Themes: Suggestive content
So sorry it took this long (pls forgive me)
The after party was a couple of blocks away so you all piled into the limo and made the way there. Walking into the building it was loud and packed full of family, friends and complete randoms.
You instantly grabbed Coopers hand and gave it a squeeze and he gave you a reassuring squeeze back. Cooper manoeuvred the both of you through the crowd towards the table in the middle.
You got to the table and on it was a huge cake that was white and blue with writing in cursive that wrote “Congrats Cooper on the number 1 pick! Welcome to the Dallas Mavericks!”. It looked delicious. Someone then hand Cooper with a microphone to say a few words. Adjusting his tie with one hand and bring the microphone up to his mouth with another he spoke;
“Thanks for you all for coming to support me it really means a lot. Don’t forget to have fun tonight y’all!!!”.
The crowd cheered then resumed dancing and mingling with each other.
“Would you like some cake? We could share?, you asked Cooper
“For sure baby”, he replied
You cut a small piece into two and grabbed a napkin heading over to the seating area in the back corner of the room with Cooper right behind you. He sat first and you went to sit next to him.
“Ah ah ah, you’re sitting on my lap tonight”he said, giving you no choice but to sit on his lap your arm around his neck and legs across his lap.
Once settled you grabbed a piece of cake and brought it up to Coopers mouth, his mouth opening wide and closing around the piece. Giving you direct eye contact and making your breath hitch as he sucks off the excess frosting from your fingers. Cooper then smirks at you and returns the favour feeding you a piece of cake.
“Do you want to get out of here”? He whispered against your ear.
“Yeah I do”, you reply as a small shiver rolls down your spine.
“Let’s go before anyone notices”, he takes your hand and you stand up together quietly but urgently making your way to exit.
The uber drops you both off outside the hotel, both hand in hand making away towards the lift.
You both entre the lift, press the level 7 button the lift starts ascending. You hold his hand leaning against his tall frame, “I’m so proud of you Cooper”, you told him.
“Thank you baby”, he replied “Your support means everything, I love you”. While grabbing a hold of your face as he gives you a kiss, slow and deep, full of what lies ahead.
When the doors open, the hallway smells faintly of carpet cleaner and something floral, artificial and clean. He walks just ahead of you, close enough that the heat of him feels intentional. The key card slides in. Green light. A pause that lasts half a second too long.
The hotel room is dim, evening light slanting through half-drawn curtains. Everything was just how you both left it; bed unmade clothes and possessions everywhere.
The door clicks shut behind you, and the sound lands heavy. You set your bag down.
Cooper shrugs out of his suit jacket. Still, nothing happens. That’s the worst part, the waiting, the anticipation.
He finally turns to you, really looks, admiring you.
“You sure?” he asks, looking at you directly in your eyes. You nod.
“C’mon now baby you know the drill, to have use your words”.
“Yes I’m sure”, you reply.
He crosses the room slowly, giving you time to reconsider. You don’t. When he stops in front of you, there’s barely space to breathe. His hand comes up, hesitates, then tucks a strand of hair behind your ear with a care that makes your chest tighten.
When he kisses you, it starts gentle - almost polite - but it doesn’t stay that way. The kiss deepens, mouths moving like they’ve been rehearsing separately and finally get to compare notes. His hand settles at your lower back, firm, grounding, and you feel it everywhere.
The bed presses into the backs of your legs. You hadn’t realized you were moving until you’re suddenly sitting, then reclining, his weight braced above you, careful not to crush, careful not to rush.
He kisses along your jaw, your neck, lingering like he’s savoring the anticipation more than the payoff. Your hands slide under his shirt just to feel skin, warm and solid and real. He exhales at the contact, a sound that makes your stomach flip.
“God,” he murmurs, not as a prayer but as an admission.
Time stretches. Every touch feels deliberate. He takes his time removing obstacles, layers shifted, buttons undone like he knows the waiting is part of the pleasure. The lamp is still on, casting everything in amber, and you’re acutely aware of being seen.
Eventually Cooper rests his forehead against yours again, breathing a little heavier now, thumb tracing slow, absent patterns like he’s grounding himself.
The city outside keeps moving. Cars pass. Lights blink on and off in distant windows.
Inside the room, the world has narrowed to the space between your bodies, to heat and anticipation and the promise of what comes next, close enough you can almost taste it.
And when the light finally goes off and his arms draw you in, it feels less like crossing a line and more like stepping into something you’ve already decided to want.
A perfect way to end such a big day.
