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Angels like you Update

Hey guys just wanted to to let you know I am still writing ALY, but I’m taking a little break as something traumatic happened, my husband was shot, so I’ve been on a bit of a halt at the moment, I’m not sure when I’ll be back to writing, but it will be soon, as he is doing better and in recovery 🧡 thank you all for your patience and the love on the series 🧡

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Angels Like You IV

Angels like you I

Angels like you II

Angels like you III

AN: it’s here! Sorry for taking so long, my nephews have been staying with me this week and keep trying to look at my laptop while I write 💀

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: violence, blood, MATT (because everyone hates Matt) trauma, breaking and entering, SMUT, heavy petting, oral (f receiving) fingering.

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Chapter IV

Matt didn’t like seeing you with Bucky one bit. The thought that you had moved on so ‘quickly’ after him sent his mind into overdrive. He was good at hinting in the shadows, the day he left the bakery beaten and broken he didn’t go to a hospital or return home like he should have, he waited. Watching in the shadows until you inevitably got in your car and drove home, where he followed, rage simmering inside him. He watched from a distance as Bucky ushered you into your house after collected his child. It was the first time he actually saw the kid, and he hated to say it but he felt a tingle inside him, not the warm fuzzy, loving feeling a father should feel when they see their baby for the first time. But one of hatred. The kid he laid his eyes on was the one thing that took you away from him.

So he bided his time. And watched. He learned your routine, your ins and outs of the house, learned how your new play thing never really left your side much. You hadn’t left the house much since the incident but he liked to spot your movements through the house, you almost worked like clockwork, around the house, doing everything for the child, he despised it, that should be him that you were running around for in there, taking care of, cooking for, god he missed your cooking. One thing he hated more though was the way he saw you and Bucky looking at each other, even through windows he could feel the tension, making him want to tear his own eyes out.

He just needed to wait for the perfect opportunity, and that came the night that Sam came and took the kid over to the neighbours house, Matt figured something must be going on, they must be leaving the house, he had a chance, a chance to do what exactly he didn’t know, but he’d figure that out soon enough. He saw your neighbours leave your house, then you and your new man head out looking all dolled up, he couldn’t stand the sight of it, he waited a while longer, waiting for all the lights to shut off next door before making his move, he travelled to the back of the house, hopping the fence, scurrying across the garden until he reached the back door, taking off his leather jacket, balling it around his fist, he smashed the panel of glass closest to the lock, reaching through the newly made hole, flicking the lock open and letting himself into your home.

He took in the scent as he stepped through the threshold. Bergamot and orange blossom tingled in his nostrils, the strong smell instantly reminding him of you. He wondered aimlessly at first, taking in the sight of your home. The warm homey touches that covered every inch of the house, it sickened him. The house was spottles, considering a toddler lived there, but then again, he had trained you well, he didn't like you to be messy, he was glad to see you still kept things tidy just how he liked. Not that he was clean. he ventured up the stairs to find a bedroom t the end of the hall with the word 'Forrest' hung on the door in Buntin. He guessed that was the name of his child, he still didn't know if it was a girl or a boy, you had kept that fact well hidden from him. He stepped towards the room, opening the door with a creek, finding an array of colourful toys, a Peter Pan mural painted on the walls and fluffy cloud lamps and light fixtures. Even the cot bed had been made pristine, this woman was conditioned he thought to himself.

He looked through the small chest of drawers under the changing table fiddling with some of the small shirts when his eye landed on one baby grow in particular, a 'mama's boy' one, it felt like another kick in the teeth to know he had a son, in some sick way to him it felt like another man to take you away from him. He wished you had never ran away, that he had never left that day so he would have been able to sort this whole problem out, there would be no Forrest, and it could just be the two of you again. No he'd have to sort out the Forrest problem another time, when the little bleeder was home.

He came out of the room and closed the door behind him. next finding your bedroom, the room smelt sweet like your perfume, the smell overwhelming him, he walked to your vanity noticing the makeup you had left out, you never wore makeup when you were with him, his mind hurt at the thought of you dressing up to go out with another man, he looked over at the bed, thinking about all the different things Bucky has probably done to you in that bed. Matt stormed out the room and back down the stairs until he found the Kitchen, deciding to wait there for your return, which apparently wouldn't be too long a wait. He heard the front door opening as well as the distinct sound of kissing, the occasional grunt and soft moans from you, He stood in the doorway of the kitchen waiting for you to notice him, only for him to realise you were to caught up to care there was an intruder in your house. He flicked the light on beside him, sparking your fright.

"Well, isn't this cosy?" he spoke smugly, head tilted, sly sile on his face, even with his hand all bandaged up and the dark circles under his eyes, he still acted as though he was God's gift to the earth. before you have a chance to explain yourself Bucky chimes in from his place behind you. arms strong and protective around your waist. "What are you doing here, Matt?" he oozed confidence when he spoke, and almost seemed unbothered. "Just come to take what's mine" Matt sneered, daring to take a step closer, Bucky tightened his hold around your waist as he felt you shiver. "Oh, yeah, and what's that exactly, because I don't think you own anything in this house..." Matt scoffed at his response, there was something wild in his eyes, you just couldn't tell what it was.

"You know, I had a nice look around, Forrest, that the name of my son? You could have picked a better name Y/n really, and leaving him with the neighbours so you can fuck some random guy? You really are a whore" You tore away from Bucky's arms leaping forwards, slapping Matt so hard across the face your hand ached, you could see you had left an indentation on his cheek, the skin flared red and raised slightly. "You don't get to say his fucking name, get out" Matt held his cheek, shocked that you would dare to speak to him that way let alone lash out at him, you had been away from him too long. He lifted his hand up and cupped your cheek in his hand, softly which shocked you, Bucky took a step forwards but soon stopped when he saw you signal him to still. You looked into Matt's eyes, noticing how dead his eyes truly looked. "Come back to me please, I love you. You can leave the kid here and we'll go" It frightened you how fast it was for his emotions to change. You took his hand of your face and let it drop by his side, shaking your head.

"I will never be with you, ever again, you need to understand that Matt, you can't keep doing this, please just leave us alone" You spoke quietly to him, hoping he would hear you out. A sad laugh left his lips , shaking his head, "I'll get you one way or another, whether I have to take you fighting or dead, but I'm not gonna lose you Y/n, I don't lose..."

“You already have” you knew you’d regret those words the second they hit your brain but you couldn’t stop your mouth from saying them. You saw the way his nostrils flared and how he gritted his teeth, you could practically hear them grinding together in his mouth, he yanked on your wrist pulling you closer to him, Bucky stepping even closer ready to pull him away, “you’ll fucking regret that, I’m gonna make you wish that little brat was never born” You closed your eyes expecting to feel pain as Matt raised his hand, but as quickly as it was raised, it was gone, for Bucky had put himself in between the two of you, pushing you away gently with one arm while attacking with the other.

The sound of bones crushing, and blood splattering rung through your ears. The image of Matt having his face repeatedly slammed against your kitchen counter both terrified and elated you. Seeing Bucky in this feral state made your heart thump uncontrollably out of your chest. You called out for him to stop but the sound was lost to the deafening sound of Matt's cries. Through the commotion of the yelling and the sound of things smashing to the ground you missed the sound of Sam entering the house through the front door shield in hand. Sam ran over attempting to tear Bucky away, Bucky's face turning to horror once he saw what he had done. He stood over Matt's body watching his face swell and weep with blood, as he screwed himself into the foetal position on the floor, coughing and spluttering all over the tiles.

Blue and red flashing lights surround the kitchen as the promise of help fills the room. "You Okay man?" Sam asks nodding at Bucky, he stayed silent, giving a sharp tilt of his head, stretching out his fingers on his virbranium hand, wiping the blood off onto his shirt. You went to his side, stroking your hand down his chest hoping to gain his attention, his eyes met yours, but they were shallow, you touched his face softly, making sure his eyes stayed on you "You're okay, thank you for protecting me" He wrapped his arms around your shoulders pulling you flush against him, burrowing his head in the crook of your neck. "It's- (coughs) cap- Captain America" Matt spluttered out, a combination of drool and blood oozing from his mouth, he seemed delirious after taking several punches to the head. "Yeah, and you're in a whole lotta trouble" Sam scoffed, turning to open the front door as the police and paramedics came up the drive.

After being checked over and giving statements to the police, you couldn't help but smile at the sight of Matt being handcuffed in the back of an ambulance, with the promise from the police that not only breaking and entering, but breaking his restraining order and continued harassment should be enough to keep him behind bars, if not only for a while, you were free.

Yourself and Bucky were sitting on the couch in your living room, the both of you quiet, not knowing what to say to one another. You decided to make the first move, opting to face him on the sofa, sitting cross legged opposite from him. His head turned in query as to what you were doing, but soon turned to face you. "So, what a way to end a first date..." you let the words linger, searing his face for any sign of amusement. A small smile lifted to his lips as your words sunk in, his head tilting towards you. "It was a date huh?" he smirked, eyes lighting up a tad more, losing the dullness that had reached them earlier. "We went for dinner, we laughed and you kissed me, then you saved me from Matt, I'd say that's a pretty successful date, wouldn't you?" You leaned forwards, brushing hand along the vibranium limb that sat along the back of the sofa. He laughed nodding. "So you had a good time up until the end?" he queries. "I had a great time, the entirety of it, no one has ever stood up for me the way you do, I'm really grateful...I just wish we hadn't been interrupted" You could feel yourself drawing closer to him, the magnetic buzz between you was back.

Bucky inched closer to you, his face mere centimetres from yours, his breath was warm across your face, he smelt like his cologne and a tint of dried blood, it was enough to send you into a frenzy. "What would you have wanted to happen if we were uninterrupted?" He bumped his nose against yours, tilting your head to the side, gliding his nose over neck, smelling your sweet scent, brushing his lips against your neck with feather light touches. "I'd let you do anything you wanted to me, you can take whatever you want" your breath was nothing more than a gasp as he kissed his way up your neck. "Careful, doll, I might actually do it" his breath fanned your face as he kissed around your cheeks, and jaw. He felt the way your fingers dug into the metal of his arm. "I want you to Bucky" in one swift movement he hauled you into his lap, his arms encasing your body, you squeaked as he lifted you, laying your hands on his broad shoulders feeling the muscles under his shirt. Smoothing over the soft fabric. His own hands wandered, feeling over the silk of your dress, slipping the fabric and bunching it up at your thighs, you gasped at the cool feeling of the metal hand digging into your flesh.

His lips delved in first, yours meeting in the meeting, melting together, melting together in a frantic fashion. His tongue brushed along your bottom lip, asking for access, you opened your mouth wider gladly receiving him. His tongue massaged its way into your mouth gliding along your own tongue. You gripped his shoulders a little tighter, his flesh hand gliding up the front of your body, in between the valley of your breast, settling around your neck. He kissed you as if he had kissed you a thousand times before. It felt natural. You started moving your hips against his, slowly and unintentional at first, but at first sound of your pleasure, Bucky soon started guiding your hips, working you back and forth loving the sounds of the soft mewls coming from your mouth. “Good girl, lie back for me”  

You settled back onto the sofa, leaning your head on the arm rest, Bucky settled between your legs, continuing to kiss and nip at your neck while you got yourself comfortable, you giggled as his stubble tickled the sensitive skin between your neck and collar bone, throwing your head back against the arm rest. “God, I want to hear that sound for the rest of my life” he muttered as he kissed his way down your chest, his hands massaging their way over your body, squeezing at your breasts, you moaned his name quietly urging him not to stop. “I could listen to that too” His vibranium hand pushed up the silk skirt of your dress until it was fully bunched up around your waist, exposing the most precious lacey white underwear he’s ever laid his eyes on. He nuzzled his head into your sternum holding onto your waist tightly, kissing your stomach, he noticed small scars the further he pushed your dress up, some obvious burn marks where Matt must have put out cigarettes on you, others small, jagged like the one on your face. He noticed the slight hesitation in your eyes as he kissed over your stomach. “You’re beautiful you know that” you nodded, eyes fluttering as he headed further down south.

“Tell me to stop at any time, I just want you to feel good okay” your eyes met and you watched as he settled between your thighs, placing each of them over his shoulders, you swore you had died and gone to heaven, the sight of the beautiful blue eyed man kissing the soft skin of your inner thighs, swearing only to make you feel good. His arms wrapped around your waist once more pulling you closer to him, the force making you let out a straggled moan. Bucky pressed a kiss to your covered pussy, a shiver running up your spine. He continued to kiss at the bundle of nerves through the lace of your underwear, your back arching upwards in pleasure.

Moving his vibranium hand down he slipped the material to the side, pressing a cool metal digit onto your clit, swirling in circles, you gasped, hips jutting forwards, his flesh hand around your waist, pinning you back down holding you in place. You watched him as he stared at your pussy, glistening with arousal for him, dripping down onto the sofa, he looked like a hunter waiting to dine on his prey, you only opened your legs a little further for him, encouraging him in. Not a second later he dived in.

Lips wrapping around your clit, sucking and kissing it with the perfect pressure, you weee sure your head would explode, he swirled his tongue around the pulsing nerve enjoying the whimpers and moans that escaped your lungs, he looked up while continuing his assault, watching the way your chest would rise and fall, how your head had fallen back on the arm rest, exposing your neck, breathing so heavily the vein stuck out on your neck. He reached up with his flesh hand, palming your left breast, your back arching into his touch.

He licked at the entrance of your cunt, sucking up some of the wetness that had dripped out, “Bucky” you moaned his name for the first time sending vibrations through his entire body, straight to his cock. “You like that doll?” You nodded letting out another staggered moan as he fucked his tongue into your hole. He could feel your walls clenching around his tongue, he withdrew the muscle only for you to sit up in protest, you whine at the loss of contact but soon that turns into a whine of pleasure when one of metal digits enters you instead. Your eyebrows furrow in pleasure, sitting up on your elbows so you could watch him better.

You saw the smirk on his face while he slowly entered you, seemingly rubbing all the right spots, the cool of the metal mixed with the searing heat of your walls creating a beautiful blend of warmth. “That feel better babydoll?” Your brain couldn’t comprehend words at this current moment, your back arching and head falling back onto the sofa arm once more. “I’ll take that as a yes” he spoke smugly, working his finger in and out, applying the perfect amount of pressure, lips reattaching to your clit.

You could feel a heat raising inside you, one that you had never reached with another person before. You tangled your fingers through his hair, tugging him impossibly closer to your heat. You were panting, hips rutting into his face, you were sure you’d never felt this level of pleasure in your life. He soon found your g spot, softly nudging it over and over again, earning himself a lewd moan of his name, he could feel your walls clenching and spasms around his finger, he knew you were close, looking up loving the sight before his eyes. Sweat kissing your skin, mouth ajar with gasps and moans, chest raised to the sky. You were right there. “Be a good girl y/n, I want you to cum”

He spoke into your cunt and you fell apart. A scream making its way from your lungs while you writhed. He sucked and lapped up all the juices as they dripped from your pussy, sucking you dry, your body shaked and you felt yourself going limp. Bucky lifted himself up settling above you, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, you involuntarily moaned at the taste of your essence on his lips. He pulled back smiling like a Cheshire Cat. “Did you enjoy that” with your legs still trembling beside his hips and a blissed out look on your face, it should have been telling enough. “You have no idea, no one has ever made me feel that good before, you sergeant James Barnes may have just ruined masterbating for me for life” you sighed, throwing your head back dramatically. He laughed , leaning forwards to press another kiss to your lips. He settled down after a moment, laying his head on your chest, listening to the thrum of your heart, while your fingers combed through his hair. You can’t remember a time that you felt so at home and relaxed while not with your son.

The two of you laid there most the night, talking away, sharing the odd kiss, and eventually falling asleep in the same position, only waking when the first sight of sunlight streamed through the living room curtains. The sight of the man still sleeping soundly, on your chest with his arms wrapped snuggly around you, you felt complete and safe, for the first time in a long time.

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Angels Like You III

Angels Like You

Angles Like you II

A/N: The slow burn is burning, thank you guys so much for all the love on this story so far I promise things will only get better from here!

Word count: 3.1K

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, mentions of abuse, fluffy Bucky

Chapter III

Sunlight streamed through the curtains, painting golden beams across the room, warming Bucky's cheeks as he woke. His ears twinged with the faint sound of pans clattering downstairs, further drawing him out of slumber. Trailing down the stairs Bucky found you bobbing along to some music softly playing from your kitchen speakers while you cooked, Forrest sitting in his high chair eating fruit swaying his head to the music.

The smile that adorned his face while he watched the pair of you was filled with adoration, his chest feeling full and warm as if he belonged. You turned around to place slice of toast on Forrest's high chair jumping as you noticed Bucky standing in the doorway. You clutched your chest, laughing as you approached him. "You made me jump" His hand reached to rest on your on the mid section of your back, rubbing up and down. “Sorry doll wasn’t my intention, what you got cooking over there” His hand stayed in place, tingles shooting through your spine at the feeling. His head nodded over to the cooker where, the longer you stood here and stared into the blues of his eyes, the more likely it was for the food to burn.

“Oh, I was just making some breakfast for us, to say thank you for everything… Uh there’s bacon and eggs, sausage, pancakes and a bunch of other stuff, thought it would be different from your usual raisin bran” You joked with him, unintentionally getting closer and closer with each sentence. “Well, it all smells amazing.” Bucky lowered his face towards yours, noses nearly touching. Your, breathe caught in your throat as you starred up into his eyes, losing yourself for a moment, you felt Bucky tug you closer, barely a centimetre, nose brushing against the side of yours. “Mama!” You’re pulled from the moment and dragged swiftly into reality by the voice of Forrest, throwing his toast on the floor. Clearing your throat, you stepped away from Bucky, heat rising painfully to your cheeks.

“You all done baby?” you ask the rhetorical question, turning fully to face your son, he nods, raising his arms to be taken out of his highchair. You pull him out and walk him into the living, placing him down in his play creche. You come back to the kitchen to find Bucky serving up the breakfast from the stove. You walk to stand next to him, bumping your hip against his as you reach him, “I’m supposed to be doing that” Bucky turns his head to look at you, smirking as he placed bacon on the plates. “You do it every day, let me take care of it, go and sit down” eyes widening at the order, but you followed non the less. Bucky smiled as he placed your breakfast down in front of you, Buck deciding to take the seat just next to you. You spoke back and forth as you ate, passing stolen looks between one another.

Yourself, and Sarah watched as Sam and Bucky chased the boys around the front garden along with other kids from the street, all clambering over the men for their attention. You sipped your drink coquettishly as you eyed Bucky. His eyes meeting yours every now and again, lips turning up into a smirk. Sarah laughed as she looked between the two of you. “Damn, you really letting that man do a number on you huh?” Sarah shook her head as she spoke. You tutted slapping your hand against her arm. “I don’t know, it’s just nice for Forrest to have a male figure around I guess.” Your eyes continue to follow Bucky as you speak, watching how he plays with Forrest, taking him in his arms, tickling his belly. Sarah watches the small smile that etches its way onto your face when you look at the pair. “Has something happened between the two of you?” Her wide-eyed gaze makes you feel as if you were under a magnifying glass, she could always see straight through you. “Not exactly…” Your stare remains forwards on Bucky, and that’s telling enough for Sarah, as if you were under some sort of spell drawn to him, she laughed quietly, sipping her drink.

Forrest giggled while Bucky chased him around with the other kids. His laugh ringing in the super soldiers’ ears sounding like a sweet symphony. He sat with the toddler in his lap while the bigger kids still played, the little boy relaxing into his frame, Sam sat next to him drinking his beer, across the lawn he could see Y/n’s tender gaze following her son. Their eyes meet and they share a knowing nod. “So, you gonna tell me there’s nothing going on between the two of you?” Bucky ignores Sam’s comment, opting to play with Forrest’s curls instead. “Oh, that’s how it’s gonna be huh?” Bucky licks his teeth in annoyance turning his head to the side to face Sam. “Just leave it alone, she’s been through a lot, she doesn’t need men boggling all over her” he scoffs shaking his head. “So, you admit it, you have been looking” Sam nudges Bucky just to wind him up all the more. “Sam.” He warns. “Bucky” Sam jokes. “Mama” Forrest points over to his mum with both hands, the men now discovering that Sarah and Y/n were walking towards them. Bucky let go of Forrest and watched as he toddled over to her, Y/n already crouched down on the ground arms open ready to receive him.

“Hey” You smiled as you stood to your full height, Bucky now standing, coming to position himself beside you, holding Forrest between the two of you. His flesh hand tickling Forrest once more, then sliding down grazing your hand. The moment not going unnoticed by Sarah and Sam, who shared a look smirking at each other. “So, guys Sam and I were thinking, we could take care of Forrest tonight and you guys could hang out” Sarah gave Sam a nudge as he uttered out a ‘huh?’ under his breath. “Oh yeah, we’d love to hang out with the little guy and-” “Are you two trying to parent trap us?” you cut off Sams babbling and eyeball the pair of them accusingly. “What’s a parent trap?” Bucky asks confused. “Oh, come on!-” “only one of the best films ever made-” “How have you never seen the parent trap!” you all spoke over each other, Bucky raising both his hands jumping to his own defence. “Jeez sorry, forget I asked.”

 Forrest lifted his arms towards Bucky and started mumbling “bu…bububub” You all go wide eyed, and you have to practically pick your jaw off the floor. You hand Forrest over to Bucky and observe the way he nestles his head into his chest, something he seems to love doing. “Seriously, I’ve known you since birth and you can’t be bothered to learn my name!” Sarah jokingly scolds your son. “Come on now, Bub is easier for him to say than Sarah” you sass back. “Aw, have you been calling him Bub around the house?” Sam reaches up to pinch Buckys’ cheek, earning a harsh glare from the pair of you. “No” you both say in unison. Sarah changes the subject. “Okay, so I’ll take Forrest for the night and you two can go out for dinner or something”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this, I’m gonna kill you” you chided Sarah through your ensuite door. “You’ll have a good time” she shouted back. You come out having done your makeup and hair, Sarah was flicking through your wardrobe finding something when she turned to look at you. “Wow” “does it look bad?” you panic, tugging your hair, turning to look in a mirror. She comes to stop your fidgeting grasping your hands. “No, you look beautiful, I just don’t think I’ve ever seen you wearing makeup before, you look great.” She nods at you smiling, brushing your hair back into place with her fingers. “I found this dress in the back of your closet, I think it will look nice, one suggestion though?” you nod in acknowledgement, “Please don’t wear your ugly ass maternity bra you always wear, please tell me you have some nice underwear!” you gasp and smack her arm “he’s not gonna see my underwear!” “He might!” you cringe at the thought, feeling your entire body flush. You had never been with anyone apart from Matt, and those wear the most unpleasant experiences imaginable. He had littered your body with scars, reminders that he was in your life permanently.

When you enter the kitchen where Bucky is sat , wearing a black slip dress and heals, he feels although he might have died and gone to heaven, because surely it was an angel that just walked into the room and stole all the breath from his lungs. He forgot all about the troubles that plague him daily and could only focus on you. “You, uh… you look beautiful” he scratched the back of his neck bashfully, looking you up and down. You carry on towards him, until you’re stood just in front of him, taking in the sight of him. He wore dark jeans and a long sleeve button down, that fitted so perfectly over every muscle it was like it was a piece of him. “You look good too” you never wanted to meet his eyes for fear of never being able to look away again, but you willed yourself to, admiring the blue swirls and the way his pupils dilated when you complimented him. “You ready to go?” he held out his hand for you to take, leading you out of the kitchen and out the house. Unknowing that Sam and Sarah were watching from her kitchen window as the pair walked down the driveway closely side by side.

The restaurant was quiet, dimly lit with fairy lights and candles, music playing quietly throughout the room. You and Bucky were tucked away in a corner booth, barely any space between the pair of you, your knees knocked together when either of you shuffled around nervously, but neither of you minded. The waitress approached your table offering another round of drinks which you thankfully accepted. As she walked away again you could feel Bucky’s eyes trailing over, raising that fire to your skin once more. “What are you staring at?” you whisper, eyes locking with his. “You, you’re beautiful” he retorted simple enough, but it still took your breath away. You looked down into your lap, picking at your fingernails, a nervous habit you had picked up through your previous relationship. “Do you not believe me?” his voice was low and assured. “I… Um… I just guess no one has ever really said anything like that to me, other than my parents, and Sarah…” You continue to look down, “I guess after everything, I just don’t feel pretty, he liked to make me feel bad you know… to keep me I guess-”

 Bucky cut you off. “Hey, we don’t have to talk about any of this if you don’t want, we can just have a nice evening” he brushed the hair out of your eyes, unintentionally brushing against your scar, his touch so soft unlike the one that had given it to you. “No, it’s fine, it’s only right I tell you. You’ve spent all this time looking out for me and Forrest and you still know nothing about me.” Your waitress came back with your drinks placing them down on the table with a smile, you both thanked her before she turned away. You took a sip of your drink as Bucky examined the way twitched around anxiously.

 “I met him when I was 22, my nana had left me her café in her will, so I’d been running it for about a year and it was the happiest I had ever been. When we first met it wasn’t so bad, he was semi sweet I guess, would take me out to the movies and stuff, but he was possessive, if a guy even so much as looked at me he would attack them, I guess I should have left then, but I’d never had a boyfriend before, so I didn’t know it wasn’t normal. When I moved in with him that’s when things really got bad.” You stop to breathe for a moment, eyes not moving from the candle flickering on the table, watching how the wax dribbled down the stick. Bucky reached his Vibranium hand into yours, the cool of the metal soothing your flushed skin.

“As soon as I moved in, he treated me like a maid, which I didn’t mind, but if I ever missed something, he would get mad. I remember the first time he hit me like it was yesterday. I had done the washing up but didn’t put it away like he’d asked, I told him he could do it for once, and he slapped me… I can still feel the way it made my cheek burn.” The lump in your throat was hard to swallow as you carried on. “He’d hit me for every little thing I did wrong, to the point I’d be going into work with black eyes telling customers I fell down the stairs, I’d always heard about those women who lie about being hurt by their partners, but I refused to believe it was actually happening to me. The bruising was so bad sometimes I couldn’t go into work, that’s when he suggested selling the shop… To save face… I couldn’t believe what I was hearing but I went along with it anyway, thought it would be easier to do as I’m told then risk the consequences of saying no.” You huffed. You felt the odd tear slip down your face but chose to ignore them.

“The worst was probably when he’d had a party, and I sat next to one of his friends, he didn’t like that, he wouldn’t let me speak to people, he limited who and when I spoke to people, I probable only saw my parents three times in the five years we were together. Anyway, once everyone had left, he went on a rampage, I was kicked into next Christmas, and he threw several glasses at me, a few of them smashed and one piece got stuck in my face” You pointed to the scar by your eyebrow. “I got taken into the ER, and I had a broken collar bone and a few cracked ribs, he told me when I got back that if I ever flirted with his friends again, he'd kill me”

“Why didn’t you leave sooner?” Bucky’s jaw was tensed, the muscles under his shirt tight with anger. “I never had a reason to, I thought I deserved everything that happened to me, then I found out I was pregnant, he instantly assumed it wasn’t his, told me to ‘deal with the problem or he would’ I knew I had to get out of there then, I had a reason. I took his car when he’d left for work, I didn’t know where I was going, I knew I couldn’t go to my parents in Cali, he’d find me, so I just carried on driving until I got here.” Bucky wipes away the stray tears that fall down your face, and holds your cheek in his hand, tugging your chin up so you meet his eyes. “Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me all that, I know it’s not easy dealing with traumatic bullshit” he nods assuring you he understands, and it’s all you need. “Thank you” you whisper, a small empathic smile gracing your lips. You pull forwards into his embrace and wrap your arms around his shoulders, resting your head in the crook of his neck, you take in his scent, he smells like the perfect mix of wood and spice, the fragrance filling your nose. His arms wrap around the small of your waist, hands spreading against the silk of your dress, digging in as if to pull you closer. His lips moved to brush against the shell of your ear. “Wanna get out of here?” his voice low. You only nodded without pulling away.

You soon reached the front door of your house. You couldn’t help as you walked down the driveway but nosily check Sarah’s house, noticing all the lights out in the front of the house, a good indicator everyone was in bed. Before putting the keys in the door, you turned to face him, not knowing if you have a sudden burst of confidence from the alcohol you’d consumed or the way he had listened to you tonight. “I really like you.” You nodded quickly assuring yourself it was the right thing to say. “I like you too.” Bucky agrees with a laugh. “No, I mean I really, like you. And I like the way you are with Forrest, and the way you look after us, while barely knowing us” This time you look into his eyes, finding his usual blues replaced by dilated pupils. He spared a breath, jaw ticking as he looked over your face dictating your next move.

With one strong Vibranium arm around your waist he pulled you into him, planting his lips firmly on yours. A short, sweet peck that lasted no more than a second before he pulled away. Stormy eyes returning, searching yours for a response. Your arms wrap around his neck, drawing him back to you. You pressed your lips against his enjoying the soft feel of his working against yours. The kiss was passionate, unlike anything you had ever experienced before, his tongue glided along your bottom lip, a faint moan falling from the back of your throat as his tongue pushed through, his hands gripped at your waist harder, one gliding along the curvature of your back, down to rest on the top of your bum. Your fingers laced through his hair tugging in appreciation. He took a step forward pressing himself right up against you, needing to feel you closer to him. You let out another louder moan as his tongue swirled against yours, he backed you up to the door, trapping you, not that you minded. His mouth left yours and you chased hi with another kiss, he laughed softly at your eagerness, his lips caressing the side of your face, kissing over your scar, as well as your cheek and jaw. “We should go inside” he teased. Nodding eagerly, you unlocked your door, practically pawing at each other as you stepped into the house.

 Hearing the kitchen light switch on, you pulled apart, just enough to see what was going on, Bucky’s arms still around your waist, yours on his chest, but the smiles on your faces soon turned sour. “Well, isn’t this cosy” Your eyes widened, you felt yourself shrink into yourself, only this time Bucky was there behind you to protect you from the start. “What are you doing here Matt?”

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Angels Like You II

Angels Like You Chapter I

A.N: Hope you enjoyed part 1, things will be heating up from here and we will be getting a lot more Y/n and Bucky interaction!

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, violence, blood, mentions of S/A, mentions of graphic physical abuse, fluff, y/n has a child, Bucky being protective

Chapter II

Your day had begun like any other, waking to the sound of Forrest stirring on your baby monitor. You walk into his bedroom finding him sitting in his cot a beautiful smile instantly gracing his face as you enter the room, rambling the word 'mama' or an iteration of the sort over and over, you were both all smiles all morning as you most days, getting Forrest ready for day care was perhaps your least favourite part of the day, he still cried when you dropped him off and it broke your heart in two everyday. After Forrest was dropped off at day care, you start your day at work, keeping the door to the Bakery locked until your other baker joins you in an hour, you make a start on your breads taking your premade doughs out the fridge, giving them a quick kneed before placing them in their baking trays. Then onto pastries and cakes you can whip up from scratch, deciding on lemon and blueberry cupcakes with cream-cheese frosting as your 'chefs choice' for the week.

You hear a tap on the glass door and go through kitchen into the main shop to kind your employee Kay standing at the door smiling, clutching a bunch of flowers in her arms. You unlocked the door opening enough to let her in before securing the lock again, "Hey Kay, how are you?" you embrace her in a side hug "I'm good thanks, I got these flowers for the counter, I saw them yesterday and they reminded me of you, so you know" the thought brought a smile to your face in an instant. "Oh thank you, that's so cute" You find a jug to put them in, arranging the carnations on the counter next to the till. Yourself and Kay continue baking and prepping for the day ahead, finishing off some icing and glazing before placing the first batches into the display counter and finishing setting up.

The morning flew by, your regulars came in for their morning coffee and pastries, the couple of old ladies who come by once a week to pick up a loaf of bread and some cakes stopped by and had a chat, and a few college students stopped in, you were happy with how business was going, until you saw a certain head of curls across the street, dark eyes looking your way, his figure loomed over you like a dark omen, you just knew something terrible was about to happen, you could tell by the way he sat there chain smoking and swigging from his coffee cup, that was most likely not coffee, he wore a smug smile across his face while he continued to stare at you.

"Okay Boss, I'm gonna run down the road and grab some lunch, you want anything?" You tore your gaze away from the menacing stare of your ex to meet Kay's. "Uh, no I'm good thanks" she nodded and headed out the door, down the street and out of sight. You were alone. Shit. You look up again and see that Matt had moved from his spot on the wall across your shop, and was moving hastily towards you. You clamber over the counter and try to make it to the door before him, but you're too late. The sweet ding off the bell above the door ringing leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. "Get out Matt, you can't be here" you try to be firm but your voice only comes out broken.

"Or what, you gonna call the cops? You know they won't do anything" He stalks towards you until your backed up against your counter, the hard wood digging into your back. "Matt seriously, leave me alone, please" you were willing yourself not to cry but couldn't help the few stray tears that slipped down your cheeks. Matt picked up the jug of flowers smashing them down against the counter with force causing the glass to shatter, a few shards cutting your arm in the process. "Don't you fucking cry or I'll give you something to cry about" His hands wrapped around your neck cutting off your supply of oxygen while he threw you against the window, keeping you pinned there by your neck. You sputtered out a choke as tears slipped down your face, only making him grip you impossibly tighter, "You wanna fucking cry, you ran away while you were pregnant with my child, I have a right to see them, huh, where is the little brat" He shook your neck bashing your head against the glass. You only hoped he would tire himself out, he usually didn't last long when he'd had a drink anyway.

Over all the commotion you didn't hear the bell of the door opening, and you didn't see Bucky coming to stand behind Matt but thank the lord he did. "You're gonna wanna let the lady go" As soon as you heard his voice your senses ignited, your eyes opened and the tears stopped flowing immediately. Matt loosened his grip but refused to let go. "yeah or what" he scoffed before throwing his head over his shoulder catching a glimpse of your rescuer. You could have sworn you saw him recoil into himself, something you had never once seen. However his fear was short lived and soon replaced by anger once more. "Who's this guy huh? what you just opened your legs for the first guy you said hi to here, you whor-" the second his grip tightened around your neck once more it was enough to send Bucky into overdrive.

He reached forwards wrapping his hand around Matts wrist bending it backwards until you were sure you heard a snap, while Matt screamed Bucky secured an arm around you, giving you the once over, not stopping until you gave him a nod. "Oh I'm gonna fucking kill you, you stupid bitch" in a poor attempt to throw a punch Matt practically threw himself at Bucky, who didn't seem the slightest bit phased, caught Matt by his throat with his vibranium arm, squeezing until he was red in the face. Matt coughed attempting to pull back, Bucky only pulled him closer, clenching his fist all that bit harder. He pulled him close enough that his mouth reached Matts ear. "If you come near her again, I'll fucking finish the job" with those words he pushed Matt away from the two of them, Matt scrambling away and out the door nearly falling to the floor in the process. You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding, feeling the weight of the world fall off your shoulders for just a moment.

Hot tears spill down your cheeks again in slow steady streams, burning the skin in their wake. "Thank you" you breathed out, your shaking hands reaching up to wipe your face, it's then your realise the blood dripping from a glass made gash on your arm, dripping down your fingers and onto the floor. "Hey, let me take a look at that, make sure you don't need stitches" you pull your arm away from him recoiling into yourself, "no it's fine, you've done enough, you can go, thank you Bucky" You stare at the floor the entire time watching as small droplets of blood begin to litter the tiles. "I'm not leaving in case he comes back, in fact I'm gonna patch you up and we're gonna get Forrest and go home, okay, sound good?" His hand raised to your cheek gaining your attention from your disoriented state, he wipes away the tears as they form under your eyes, brushing them away from your skin, you close your eyes for a moment allowing the feeling to sooth you.

"Alright lets get you cleaned up"

After the incident at the bakery Sam, Bucky and Sarah had been on high alert, Sam brought up the fact that they could have Torres flown in to be your own personal bodyguard, the thought daunting, that you might actually need one. Then Sarah brough up the fact that there are two more than capable 'bodyguards' here if they want to help. And that's how you ended up here, with Bucky living in your spare room for the past two nights, seemingly watching your every move afraid you'll shatter like glass.

What shocked you the most was how quickly Forrest had taken to Bucky, usually he was shy around people for weeks, hell he’s been going to nursery for a year and still won’t let some of the day care assistants hold or play with him. In a way you were glad he was so reserved, made you think that he would never just run off with a stranger, or your psycho ex. But with Bucky he was different, he seemed to open up pretty much straight away, showing him his favourite toys, wanting to sit next to him on the sofa, wherever you looked you would see Forrest’s little hand reaching up for Buck’s trying to show him something, the sight bringing a dull ache to your chest. Maybe it was the lack of a male presence in his life that made him take to Bucky so well, but you were grateful either way.

You were settling down for the evening after feeding Forrest his dinner, the three of you snuggled up on the couch watching a Disney movie before you put Forrest down for bed. You couldn’t help the warm fuzzy feeling filling your body as you watched Forrest nuzzle into Bucky’s side, his head leaning on his chest. You found your head lulling to the side more often than watching the film, admiring the pair of them, Forrest occasionally pointing to the screen and muttering some gibberish to Bucky excitedly. Towards the end of the film, Forrest had fallen asleep, cuddled into Buck’s side. “I better get him up to bed” you sighed in content beginning to sit up from your comfy seated position. “I can take him up if you want” Bucky spoke in a hushed tone, already slipping his arms around the boy and standing from the sofa. “Why don’t we go up together?" You smiled, getting up from the sofa and following Bucky up the stairs into your sons’ room, you admired the way Bucky gently placed him down on the changing table as if he had done it a thousand times, and stood aside letting you get the baby changed ready for bed. Once he had a fresh nappy and pyjamas on, Bucky picked him up once more, leaning over the side of the cot and smoothly placed Forrest down into his bed, without him stirring once. You both stood there and smiled over the sleeping baby for a moment before retreating back downstairs.

You opened a bottle of wine grabbing two glasses, heading back into the living room finding Bucky back in his original spot on the sofa once more. “I never really got the chance to thank you for the other day, or explain…” You avoided eye contact as you sat down, fiddling with the stem of your wine glass in an attempt to distract yourself. “You don’t have to explain anything to me, I’m just glad I was able to help is all” Bucky responds coyly, wrapping a hand around yours in an attempt to stop your nervous fidgeting around the glass. “Sarah spoke to me… She said that she told you guys about Matt… That you seemed pretty upset” you plucked up the courage to look in his eyes, as you did, he looked away, shaking his head. Almost embarrassed. “I uh… I don’t know what to tell you…” There was a pause after he spoke, neither of you knowing what to say. “Why do you care so much, you don’t know me?”

Bucky scoffed, seeming taken aback by your comment, as if someone caring about your well being was a problem. “Why wouldn’t I care, especially after hearing the shit he put you through, that would be enough to make any sane person mad, no?” His response seemed valid, even if you didn’t want to admit it, if it had been you that had found Sarah pregnant and sleeping in her car, hearing her situation you would have been just as furious. You understood where he was coming from. “I guess…” Your sentence trailed off and you stared into your empty wine glass. Bucky took the hint and opened the bottle of wine, filling your glass more than you normally would have, you giggled side eyeing him, tilting the glass up to your eyeline. “You trying to get me drunk Barnes, you know there’s a sleeping toddler upstairs right” you joked, clinking your glass with his, just as full. He laughed along shaking his head.

After sinking one or two bottles of wine, you felt yourself growing more confident. The wine raising a sweet pink blush to your cheeks which Bucky found undeniably cute, he found himself drawing closer to you and you let him, there was no room between you, his arm encased the back of the sofa around your shoulders, your head occasionally falling back to rest on the limb, your thigh hunched up resting on his own, as you chatted the night away truly getting to know each other. If Sam were to look in through the window Bucky knows he would have a shit eating grin plastered on his face at the sight of his best friend this close to a girl after so many years. And you couldn’t help but admit, it felt nice to be this close to someone, especially after the only relationship you had ever been in was an abusive one, you thought you would find it hard to trust, but Bucky made you feel at ease the second you were near him.

“So, what’s it like being a superhero?” you enquired eyes wide with wonder. He scoffed again shaking his head, and attribute you would soon grow attached to. “I’m no superhero doll” you shook your head, taking his glass out of his hand and placing it on the coffee table, you place yourself directly in his eyeline, practically sitting in his lap. “Oh common! You fought Thanos’ army, helped bring down that Zemo guy and you just stopped the flag smashers! And to top it off you were sergeant of the Howling Commandos. I’d say that’s pretty superhero-esque to me” you wink at him and couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the look on his face. “Okay stalker, someone’s done their homework” he laughs out, he raised his hands in defence, lowering them to rest on your lower back and his Vibranium hand on your thigh, your hands settled on his shoulders, and you gave them a light squeeze, feeling intrigued by the feeling of the metal under his shirt.

 “Of course, I had to, I’m not gonna let some strange man I don’t know stay in the same house as my son, am I?” you tilted your head to the side, eyeing him quizzically. “Of course, not” The flesh hand holding your back began to stroke up your back and you forgot to breathe for a moment. His hand stilled in the centre of your back, laying there flat and steady. You stared into the blues of his eyes, realizing now just how deep they really are. How much history they hold behind them, how many horrors he too has seen. You felt his gaze searching your own, tracing every spec on your face, you saw his eyes linger by your eyebrow where your scar was and regrettably you tore your own pair away from his face. Removing yourself from his lap, standing before him. He sat there; brows furrowed slightly in question as to why you were leaving. “I should get to bed, I have to get back to work tomorrow, but thank you Bucky for a lovely evening, thank you for everything…” You spoke to the floor before turning hurriedly towards the stairs. “Yeah, yeah, no problem… No problem at all…” Bucky spoke shallowly to himself wondering what he had done wrong.

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Angels Like You

This is part 1 of my new Bucky series, taking place just after FATWS, Sam and Bucky are visiting Sarah when they meet her neighbour Y/n, who happens to catch Bucky's eye, the rest you'll have to find out...

Slow burn, eventual smut.

2.4k words

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, mentions of graphic physical abuse, fluff, y/n has a child

Please do not read if you find these topics upsetting or triggering, my inbox is always open for any messages 🧡

Chapter 1

Bucky's ears tingled with the sound of Cass and Aj's voices echoing through the house as they played, along with the clatter of feet smacking against the wood floors and laughter. A smile crept its way to Bucky's face as himself and Sam walked down the drive to Sarah's house, upon hearing the chaos that ensued inside. The sun beamed down in golden streams lighting the path towards the house, that's when he saw her, sitting on the front lawn with Sarah, smile on her face, eyes gleaming and laughing along with something Sarah had said to her. He felt it instantly in his chest, his heart stopped for a minute.

"You okay, Cyborg?" Sam nudged his vibranium arm arching his brow in question. "Yeah, yeah sorry, thought I forgot my keys but we're good" Sam side eyed him but continued down the path to the house.

"Sam! Bucky! Hey! Kids your uncle Sam is here!" Sarah called out to the boys, rising from her seated position from the floor, her unknown companion says something about drinks and heads inside, not before turning her head and nodding towards the two men. "Hey baby sis" Sam engulfs her in a hug as the pair reach, her reply about not being a baby is muffled by Sam's chest which gains a laugh from Bucky. "How are you guys doing?" Bucky asks as they split, nodding his head towards the house.

"You know, we're good, busy as ever, the kids miss their uncle though" she nudges Sam. "Hey, not just anyone can be Captain America, think of the street cred those kids will get" Sarah and Bucky both roll their eyes scoffing in unison. "Anyway I have a question, who was your hot friend that was sitting with you?" Sam wiggled his eyebrows smirking looking back towards the house, where you could be seen in the kitchen window making a pitcher of lemonade.

"Sam! That's my friend Y/n, she lives next door, and she has a bakery in town" She sighed as she answered knowing she couldn't avoid the question. "Yeah, yeah okay, but is she single" Sam enquired rather pointedly. "Not for you, she's not, stay away Sam! I'm serious she got out of a real bad relationship and she doesn't want to date!" Bucky couldn't help but feel his own heart break a bit, he didn't know what was wrong with him, he hadn't even met you. Just as Sam was about respond, no doubt some witty comment about being the hero to sweep you off your feet, the sound of the front door opening interrupted them, Cass and AJ came out carrying a pitcher and glasses placing them on the outdoor table before pouncing towards their uncle and his friend. But Bucky couldn't keep his eyes off the front door as you emerged with a little boy attached to your hip, he pointed at the sky and muttered something as your pointed back a smile adorning your face as you approached the group.

"Hey" you breathed out as you reached everyone, standing next to Bucky, you couldn't help but feel judged as you felt his strong gaze unwavering on you and your son. You didn't know much about Bucky, just what Sarah had told you, the former Winter Solder turned good guy, born in 1917, Hydra captive then the Wakandans broke his trigger words or something like that. But why was he staring at you, was it because there was no apparent ring on your ring finger and you had a baby, you knew he was from a different time but surely he didn't think so outdated. "Hi, I'm Bucky" he extends his had to you, you shake it nervously, unwrapping one arm from your child to do so. "Y/n".

"Hi I'm Sam, and who's this little guy?" Sam gives you a wave, then tilts his head smiling at the boy in your arms, who buries his head in your chest at the sudden attention. "Oh this is Forrest, you gonna say hi baby" you tickle the babies belly erupting the sweetest giggle from him as he nuzzles further into your chest, "sorry he's shy around new people" you smile stroking his curls away from his eyes. "Aw just like you Bucky" Sam laughs which earns him a smack from Sarah. "How old is he" Bucky asks quietly, still not looking away from you, "He's one and half" this time you speak directly to Bucky turning more and meeting his eyes, it's then you realise the soft smile he wears across his face as he looks rather intently at you.

As you turn towards him, Bucky takes notice of your face, committing it to memory, he notes every line, freckle, the way your smile curves, the slight indentations in your cheeks as you do, the way your nose crinkles as you look at your son, how your eyes seem to brighten when you talk about him, then he notices a small scar on the side of your face above your eyebrow, how the jagged little line fades into the skin. He spots another faded scar like it on your hand as you continue to brush back the babes hair away from his face. Forrest points up to the sky and excitedly squeaks "bird" as one flies overhead. Bucky again couldn't help but make another mental note, this time of the way the baby who very much resembled his mother, and how his little face lit up at the sight.

"Oh well done Forrest, bird!" Sarah came forwards enthusiastically clapping her hands pointing to the sky. "Bird! Bird! brr brrr brrr-" Forrest continued to babble away to himself, pointing to the sky at the birds. "Bird was his first word, that's pretty much all he says besides mama and bye, he loves birds" you laugh bouncing him on your hip. "Oh Sam he'd love you in your bird costume!" Sarah jokes, Sam however who's eyes seem to pop out of their sockets at the comment does not find it funny, while Bucky laughs. "Costume! it's a suit, a suit that saves the world I'll have you know! bird costume.." he tuts kissing his teeth.

"Well I think your bird costume is cool uncle Sam" AJ pipes in. "Me too" Cass adds though is overlapped by a heavily frustrated Sam "-it's not a bird costume!! you know what, next time any of you guys need saving I'm leaving y'all to fend for yourselves. pfft bird costu-" his rant was cut short by Sarah "Well that's not true and you know it, you love me big brother, kids get in on this" Sam is soon bundled to the floor by Sarah and the kids piling on top of him all of them laughing harmoniously.

"Okay as much as I want to stay I have to get this little angel down for his nap, so I'll head back to mine, thanks for letting us play guys" You shout at the group hearing a faint 'okay love you' from Sarah under all the laughing. You turn to Bucky and smile, "It was nice to meet you Bucky, maybe see you again sometime" this time you extend your hand to him which he took in a heartbeat. Smoothing his thumb over the soft skin as he stands a little taller nodding. "Yeah it was great meeting you guys, bye Forrest" he turns his attention towards the tired toddler in your arms who sleepily lifts his hand giving Bucky a small wave goodbye, making the old mans heart skip a few beats. "Bye Bucky" you gently let your hand slip from his holding eye contact with him for just a few more seconds before daring to tare yourself away.

As you carry yourself down the driveway, one thing you were certain of. Bucky had made your heart melt in just a few small moments.

Bucky and Sam had been staying with Sarah for two nights now. The pair of them loving the 'uncle duties' as Sam liked to call it, playing with the kids while Sarah worked, showing them how to fly Redwing and dangling off Uncle Bucky trying to take him to the ground. Buck wouldn't admit it, but he secretly loved how the kids had taken to him so quickly. the thought of being a part of a family especially one with kids seemed so far out of reach, so he appreciated Sam for letting him join his. However, he did feel a tinge of disappointment over the fact that you had not been over to visit since the first day they had arrived. Sure, he had caught a glance of you cooking in your own kitchen window when they were on their way out yesterday afternoon, and sure you heard a commotion through your open window looking up in an instant hoping to catch a glimpse of a certain blue eyed beauty, eyes meeting for only a second before you had to tear them away to check your toddler wasn’t playing with knives or anything. Bucky again felt the small pang of rejection in his chest as you looked away just as quickly as you looked at him.

Over dinner that evening Bucky was surprised it was Sam that brought you up as a topic of conversation clearly reading the signals that he had wanted to know more about you without seeming nosy. “So, your friend Y/n” Sam suggested the topic after swallowing a mouthful of beer, finding the confidence, Bucky instantly perked up, waiting to see what Sarah would say. She only tilted her head to the side cocking an eyebrow. “What about her Sam” there was a brief pause, Sam looked between Sarah and Bucky, “You know, what’s her deal” he took another swig of his drink feeling slightly under pressure. The man could fight evil and not break a sweat but ask his sister a challenging question and the boy would crack. “Her deal is none of your business Sam” Sarah stated matter of factly. “Oh, common Sarah, we’re just curious” Sarah huffs and sits back in her seat looking between the two men. Bucky gives her a subtle nod letting her know it’s okay.

“If either of you say anything to her, I will beat you both senseless, got it!” she points across the table at both the men sitting next to each other. Bucky and Sam raise their hands in unison, the sight quite comical for Sarah.

“I told you she got out of a bad relationship, but I didn’t say how bad. She moved from Wyoming to get away from him, she was with him for years, he’d keep her locked in the house, put her in the hospital god knows how many times, but she was too terrified to press charges against him. Then she got pregnant and it got worse, she told me he said he was gonna kill her and the baby and she finally left while he was at work one day, got in the car and drove for a day straight until she got here, she didn’t know anyone, she was living out of her car, I let her stay at mine when I met her and found out what happened and got her in contact with her family again and they helped her buy her house and open her store, she used to have a café back in Wyoming before she met Matt, but he made her sell it, asshole. But anyway she has a restraining order against him but he keeps showing up here, we don’t know how he found out she lives down here, but he keeps coming and waiting for her outside her shop across the street and just stares at her, we don’t know if he lives in town now or if he just travels here to shake her down then goes back, but the guy is nuts.” Sarah’s chest felt heavy as she released the intel on her best friend, she couldn’t read the faces of her brother and Bucky, something distinguishable between disgust and regret of asking on Sams face but Bucky she could practically hear the gears turning in his Vibranium arm as he clenched his fist, nostrils flared and jaw tight, the man looked ready to fight.

“Have you guys not called the police about harassment” Bucky all but snarled. “Yeah, but they said they can’t do anything as he has never breached his restraining order, he’s not allowed within one hundred feet of her or Forrest and no contact is to be made, and so far he’s not done that, he’s never even met Forrest, I don’t think he’s ever seen him, he just sits on a wall in town opposite her shop, and the police say that’s not harmful and no means for arrest, or some shit like that I don’t know.” Sarah shook her head again at the thought.

“That’s bullshit” Bucky’s hand hit into the table with force causing the drinks to knock over and spill. Sarah let out a little yelp at the sudden boom of his voice. “Ah sorry” already picking up the classes and reaching for napkins and cleaning the mess. “Maybe we could hire her a bodyguard? What about Torres, I bet he’d love it!” Sam piped up again nodding to Bucky with a grin on his face. “She doesn’t need a baby sitter, what she needs is the police to do their job and arrest the creep who threatened her and her sons life multiple times but is still somehow walking around scott free” Sarah’s words seem to hit a nerve with Bucky, as he rises from the table storming towards the exit.

The thought of you in danger kept Bucky awake all night, not that he ever got much sleep anyway, but you and Forrest were keeping him up more than usual and he found it near maddening. Deciding to take things into his own hands the next day, he asked Sarah if you would be home, after finding out you would be in your Bakery he was very excited to pay you a visit, though that excitement soon turned to dread at the sight of a man having you pressed against the wall with his hands around your neck, while screaming in your face through the window of your shop. Matt had picked the wrong day to break his restraining order, and Bucky sure was happy of his saviour complex.

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omg you're back from the dead. I love that ross fic 🥵🥵🥵. That was hot asf . I'm ovulating rn . Ty for feeding us 😍😍😍

You’re welcome 😉 glad you liked it 🧡

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Ross had me going feral at my show so here’s an after show sex with Ross 💀😛 pretty much porn with a plot sorry not sorry.

Warnings: oral ( m receiving) semi rough sex p in v, no contraception because these people are horny

You could tell he was rilled up from the way he kept staring off into the distance, and the harsh plucking of the bass strings. Before he had gone on stage he knew he was done for, seeing you in your tiny black mini skirt and an oversized button down of his, left him feeling nothing more but primal. Seeing the full length of your legs shine under the light with every step you took towards him, and how you scented his shirt with your fragrance drove him crazy. He couldn’t wait to finish the tour to spend months plowing you into your mattress.

Now you stood at the side of the stage jumping around with Gabbriette, skirt inching up every time you bounced, steering Ross’s attention away from what should be an easy task for him. He could feel himself growing more frustrated as the night progressed, watching you have so much fun and look so good, he wanted nothing more than to pull you out onto the stage and show you off for all to see. Maybe even take you on the fucking sofa and have the camera man filming project it to the big screen for the thousands in the back to get a clear enough view. Ross had never been more relived to finish a gig in his entire life, the sprint back from B stage should have been enough to wear him down a little, but it seemed to only fuel his fire.

You were waiting, unknowing of his current state, with a huge smile on your face, already hugging and congratulating Polly on a great show, when he appeared. His brooding figure drew closer, pulling away from Polly, you skipped towards him leaping into his arms, laying your head onto his chest. His own arms encase your waist pulling you in tight. "You were amazing babe, as always" You beam up at him, standing on your tippy toes, to reach his lips, softly pushing against his own. "And you were a complete distraction missy, jumping around in that tiny skirt, I could hardly concentrate" Ross whispered as he bushed his lips against your own, your nose twitched shaking your head side to side slowly. One of his hands dragged down your body making its home on your bum, giving it a gentle squeeze, his lips move to brush along the shell of your ear speaking in hushed tones “I want you back in my dressing room for me, on your knees like a good girl” he felt your breath gasp against his neck, your body going rigid. His hand leaving you for a split second to lay a smack on your backside once more, “go” he nods his head, cocky smirk plastered on his face as he watches you stumble away from him.

When Ross eventually finds his way to the dressing room, albeit 15 minutes after he sent you on your way, he wanted to build up your anticipation so made sure pat each member of production giving them a ‘well done’ on his journey. Stopping to have a brief chat with George and John before finally landing at his dressing room door. When he entered the room was dimly lit. And there you were, kneeling in the middle of the room, half the buttons of his shirt unbuttoned exposing the lace of your bra and the delicate R necklace that always hung around your neck. Your skirt had ridden up sitting around the very top of your thighs no doubtably where you had been shuffling around in discomfort. He stood in the doorway just admiring you for a moment before stalking towards you, when he reached you he noticed how you instinctively straightened your back, rubbing your thighs together in anticipation. One of his hands gently caressed the side of your face, scratching backwards through your hair, pulling it away from your face, you gasp at the harshness of the tug, looking up at the man you knew you would give everything to. “Beautiful” his words are barely audible but you hear them nonetheless.

The hand tangled in your hair slowly but harshly balls the hair and draws your neck backwards as far as it goes, his other hand warps protectively around your neck, thumb stroking along your jaw as you look up at him with hazy eyes. He leans down brushing his lips across your own in a teasing manner, never fully pressing a kiss upon them. “I’m gonna fuck this pretty little mouth of yours, I want you to be a good girl and take it” you can’t help but nod instantly, the thought of having his cock inside you has your mouth watering. “Now open up” almost like a second nature your mouth opens at his command, you hear the swill of spit he’s conjuring inside his mouth as you lay your tongue out flat in front of him. Ross leans down close to you and spits on your tongue, lubricating it for you, before returning to his full height. He doesn’t play around any longer as he unbuckles his belt, and unbuttons his trousers, it’s now you notice the bulge laying straight in front of your face. You gently place your hands over his, placing a kiss above the button of his trousers before letting them fall down his legs, you snap the band of his boxers looking up at him giving him a wink just to be cheeky, palming him through the soft fabric, you can feel the predicament he’s been in, he’s throbbing in your hand, you give him a few squeezes before releasing him from his cotton confinements. As soon as he’s free, one hand wraps around himself and the other finds its way to the base of your neck. He pumps himself a few times biting on his bottom lip, making unwavering eye contact with you, he can’t help but love the way you lick your lips as you watch him throb in front of your face, he would never find anyone half as perfect as you, that much he was sure of. He lines up his member at your mouth sighing as he watches you swallow him inch by inch like a pro. “Fuck y/n” he pulls back slowly, allowing you a second to take a breath before shoving himself back in, more forcefully this time, enjoying the little squeak your throat let out muffled by his dick.

Your hands made their home on his hips, steadying yourself, you bobbed your head trying to keep up with his ever growing pace, fingernails piercing the flesh of his hipbones when his thrusts become more vigorous. One of Ross’s hands stroke along your face a jaw, a sign for you that you were doing a good job, although he was picking up pace, you could tell he was holding back, the sight of concentration on his face, brow lowered and eyes screwed shut, you wanted him to reach his full potential, you always loved it when he completely let go. Pulling back away from him with a pop, his eyes snap open, both hands caressing your cheeks afraid he’s done something to hurt you. “What’s the matter baby, are you okay?” Ross rambled words falling over each other. “I’m fine, more than okay, I want you to use me Ross, just let go” you pressed kisses along pubic bone stopping to look up at him before taking him back into your mouth again, “Christ I love you” he mumbles, head facing the ceiling, his fingers tangle in your hair again as he sets a new bruising pace.

Anyone walking past the room would be sure to know what was going on with how loud Ross was moaning and wet sloshing sounds coming from your mouth. You tried your best to breathe through your nose as he plowed into your throat making sure to bruise your oesophagus, your eyes streaming as you looked up at him with admiration. The ache in your throat being numbed out by the sounds coming from Ross, you loved it when he was vocal, it lit a certain fire within you, something you just couldn’t hold off any longer, your own hand slipped from his hip down the front of your body and under your skirt, only able to relieve the pressure for a mere moment before Ross caught wind of what you were doing. You felt the sting of his hand clapping against your cheek, before he pulled ripped himself out of your mouth, pulling you to your feet. You stumble from being on your knees for so long, Ross’s arms secure themselves around your waist and hoist you up off the ground, walking backwards until you are perched on his dressing table. He stands back a few steps, admiring the way your legs stay spread and the way your underwear were soaked through. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” His voice rough, demanding. You shook your head slowly, his fingers reaching to lift your head so you met his eyeline. “Words” leaving his touch there. “No sir” your voice was hoarse and sore to use, a true testament to his power. He steps forwards once more, standing between your legs spreading them further. Your head lulls back resting on the mirror as his lips brush the base of your neck, littering the skin with light kisses. Small gasps escape your lips as his fingers drift their way across your torso, finishing your work of unbuttoning the shirt adorning you, pads of his fingers trailing down your stomach, slipping over the fabric of your skirt, bunching it up further until it sat around your waist like a belt.

His hands land on the back of your thighs, pulling you in until you’re flush with his own chest. “Now tell me, what happens to girls who break my rules” his words were hot in your ear as he continued peppering kisses along your neck and chest, fingers tickling your skin, riling you up even more. “They get punished” he nods, hand moving from your thigh, hovering over the place you needed him the most. “That’s right angel, now tell me, if I fuck you’re pretty little brains out, because I don’t think I can hold out much longer, are you gonna do everything I say?” You practically mewl at his words, leaning into his touch. The rough pad of his thumb draws circles on your clit, finally touching you. His fingers dip into the side of your underwear, pulling them away from your centre, he watches the sex glitter under the light for a moment before a dipping two fingers inside, enjoying the warm and welcoming feeling of you drawing him closer. Your eyes meet and you can feel the intensity in Ross’s eyes, his pupils blown out, looking all over your face. Your lips meet in a feverish kiss, tongue practically prying your mouth open feeling every crevice, and receiving all your gasps and pleas as his fingers continue to penetrate their way inside you. “Ross I need you now” you pant into his mouth. He hums in return, reaching for his cock, fisting it a few times before running it through your folds letting the tip become slick with your wetness. A groan passes his lips as he pushes himself in inch by inch until he’s fully seated in your warmth. You moan leaning your head back against the mirror once more, relaxing into him. Ross gives you a moment, pulling out fully before pounding back in. He sets a ruthless pace, hands coming to hold the backs of your knees spreading your legs wider for him to fuck into you deeper. Your hands clasp around his shoulders coaxing him closer to you, planting your lips on his, the combined sensation of his lips on yours and him pounding deep inside you has you dizzy, you clench around him, walls fluttering at his incessant pace, Ross’s lips leave yours to plant kisses along your neckline, teeth nipping at the skin, he licked the sweat as it formed along your neck and chest.

His pace increasing hitting that perfect spot inside you again and again, one thing about Ross was that he never tires, his hips smack into your own chasing the high he was so close to mere moments ago. He looks down peering to where the two of you were connected, enjoying the view of your wet hole enticing him inside, his brow furrows in concentration, thrusting upwards sharply making sure to hit the sweet spongy spot that makes your head spin continuously, “come on sweetheart, I need you to be a good girl for me right now” your legs wrap around his middle, entrapping him with your entire being, you moan his name for all to hear when his calloused finger starts caressing your clit once more, begging for your release. You move your hips in tandem with his own, the melodic sound of your moans and skin slapping filling the room. He perfected his movements on the small bud eliciting a squeak from your mouth, feeling the build up of your high, you kissed along his chest and pulled the hairs at the nape of his neck while he pounded away at you, feeling your walls constricting around his length, your breathe grew tight as he fucked into you at a ruthless pace, your entire body feeling like it had been set alight, “that’s right sweet girl, cum for me” he kissed under your ear as he spoke the words. Hand wrapping around your throat cutting off your supply to oxygen making the feeling even more euphoric. As the band snapped his thrusts grow more sloppy, eventually going rigid, releasing his load all over your walls, feeling warm and full.

He stayed still inside you smile plastering his face, as you giggle, clinging to him some more, you trace his back with your fingers feeling the shirt stick to his sweaty skin. “Fuck I love you so much” he smiles leaning in for another kiss, more sensual this time, taking his time to kiss both your top and bottom lip. “I love you too Ross” you hum back relishing in the feeling of his soft touches, one of his hands places a light smack on your thigh as he pulls out slowly, “right missy let’s get you cleaned up”

[writingchalamet]

You meet Ross when he's on a brief break from tour, and hit it off straight away. You agree that it's only going to be a bit of fun, nothing serious, just sex and adventures until he has to go away again. Except it doesn't work out like that and by the time he goes away for the second leg, he's really fallen for you. You feel the same but you both stick to the plan, neither of you aware of the other's true feelings. You keep in touch on tour, casual at first but the flirting ramps up and it soon becomes very apparent that you're mad about each. May or not end up with Matty sending you plane tickets 😆

Just a fling

Warnings: smut, swearing, use of good girl bc I can’t help myself! minors DNI

Loud music pumped through the speakers, drinks flowed through your veins, you and your friends laughed and chatted across the table in the bar together, sinking more and more drinks, you were happily buzzed. Ross was on the other side of the bar, sipping on his whiskey, eyes dragging across various faces in the bar as he half listens to what his friends are saying to him. Taking in the space, when his eyes land on you, his eyes narrowed slightly as he stood for a moment just watching you across the room as you laughed with friends, occasionally sipping your drink, eyes eventually leaving the group when you feel a heavy gaze burning into your skin. Your eyes find his and you see a subtle smirk settle on his face, a smirk that almost read ‘you’re mine, if only for tonight.’

You hesitantly return your gaze back to your group of friends having missed what they said “huh?” You draw out, eyes still lingering back and forth between your friends and the tall, dark haired, handsome stranger. “We said it’s your turn to buy a round” one of your friends practically shouts across the table at you, finally regaining your full attention. “Oh, uh, okay, same again for everyone?” They all nod as you grab your bag heading towards the bar, you place your order with the barman and wait patiently, about to turn around to look at your friends when a broad chest blocks your vision. You raise your head to meet the eyeline of the man an entire foot taller than you, to find the same brown eyes you had met across the room moments ago, only now they were right in front of you, and the warm lights of the bar were glistening in his eyes making them shine, and making your heart race. You gasp when you realise how close he is and that he is in fact real, not a figment of your imagination. “Sorry love, didn’t mean to make you jump” his voice is deeper than you had expected, but he smiles and his dimples pop out making your shocked gaze soften. “It’s okay, I just wasn’t expecting anyone to be there, which is silly really because this place is packed…” your voice trails off, eyes leaving his to look at the floor for a moment, out of embarrassment.

“No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have been standing so close, but you caught my eye earlier and I thought I’d catch you while you’re alone” your eyes widen slightly as he speaks. “Wow didn’t mean for that to come out as predatory as it sounded” he jokes making you laugh, easing the tension, the barman hands over your tray of drinks and your about to pick it up when the kind stranger takes it for you, you give him a strange look but he nods his head for you to follow him. He walks over to your table, your friends all go quiet and stare wide eyed at the incredibly good looking man stood next to you carrying their drinks, he places the tray down and the girls fly to their cocktails like vultures, all needing a drink in their systems for whatever was about to happen next. “Hello ladies, I’m Ross, I was wondering if I could borrow your friend for a little while?” He speaks to them so politely you want to die, the girls all gawk at you until your friend hannah “babe take her, she’s been away with the fairies all night anyway” they laugh and you shake your head whispering a thanks to her as you lean down to grab your drink. Following who you now know to be Ross, across the bar and to an empty table.

“So, you know my name but I’m yet to learn yours, would you enlighten me?” He smirks once more as he sips his drink. You roll your eyes own drink burning down your throat, “Y/n” he smiles and reaches across the table, fingers grazing your knuckles as your hold your glass. “Y/n, beautiful, I like it, it suits you” you feel yourself blushing at his forwardness. “Thank you" you breathe. The night carried on, more questions asked, learning the ins and outs of each other, you learn he's in a band, a successful one, which has you surprised as to what he's doing in a little bar like this, in the middle of nowhere. He learns that you're a writer and write a column reviewing films and Tv series, for a notable news blog. You were both successful in your line of works which was something he liked. He also hated to admit it, but he liked that you didn't immediately know who he was, only recognising him once he told you who his band mates were. "We nearly met once actually" he raises an eyebrow at you as you speak. "I was asked to be one of the journalists reporting at the brits a few years ago, but I had to pass up on the offer" you admit, raising your glass to your lips, as his eyes widen, "and what was more important than a night at the brits?" Ross smirks as he talks, edging himself closer towards you, "I prefer to do my reporting behind my screen, never really been one to get out in front of a camera, besides, couldn't have you fawning all over me when you were supposed be answering questions about your award" You wink a the man, earning a blush and snigger.

You don't know how you ended up here. Back pressed against the elevator wall, as Ross peppered hot, wet kisses along your neck, jaw, biting your earlobe. You're not sure a what point in the night, the soft touches of your hands turned into kisses, but it didn't take much after that for you to get your coat and follow Ross back to his hotel. You hear the ding of the lift doors opening signalling you'd reached his floor, Ross practically dragging you down the hallway, hand struggling to swipe the card through the reader to unlock his door, you stand behind him, hugging him, hands roaming across his chest, dragging them down his front to rest above his belt buckle. You chuckle into his back as you hear him groan tapping recklessly as the door lock trying to get it open. It finally clicks open, Ross turning in your arms, taking you by the waist and pulling you in for a kiss as he pushes through the door.

Hands sliding up his stomach, past his chest to land on his broad shoulders, giving them a squeeze, pulling him closer to you as his lips press firmly against yours, tongue begging for entrance as it glides along your bottom lip, you grant him access, colliding the muscles together, his fingers digging into your waist, bunching your dress up, you moan into his mouth at the feeling of his lips pressing harder against yours, Ross pulls away from you briefly to close the door, backing you up against it again once it's closed. "Do you wanna go over to the bed for me?" Ross lowers his mouth to your ear, lips brushing against the joining of your neck and jaw as he whispers the words to you. You don't trust your voice, settling for a nod of the head, slipping off your heals, making Ross tower over you even more, he can't help himself but raise one of his hands to caress your cheek, leaning down to peck you, the new height difference fuelling something inside him, he felt the need to hold and protect you. You pull apart and walk over to his neatly made bed, feeling bad for the maid who would inevitably have to clean up your mess the next day. You sit down in the middle of the bed, hands pawing at the soft fabric of the duvet beneath you. Ross comes to stand in front of you, kneeling on the, shuffling closer to you, out of instinct your legs parted for him, making him smirk. His rough hands hind their way to either sides of your legs, stopping under your knees, he feels the silky skin of your thighs under his finger tips, running them up and down the length of your bent legs. Your eyes bore into his from your seated position, hands leaving the mattress to find the top button of his dress shirt, beginning to un pop each button, his eyes watch your fingers carefully as they move along each button, slowly and skilfully undoing each one, until you reach the bottom, hands making their way back up his now uncovered stomach, hairy chest, to land on his shoulders, gently pushing the fabric down his back so it hung off him loosely.

You notice the small gold chain that laid flat around his neck, one of your hands reaching round, fingers delicately playing with the metal, you take a hold of it between your fingers and gently tug him towards yourself, stretching your top half up to meet him in a hungry kiss, he moans into your mouth at the feeling of the cold metal digging into his skin, and the way your fingers clench at his shoulder, as if to feel him closer. His grip on the back of your legs tightens, he manoeuvres himself to settle fully between your legs, resting a hand on your back as he pushes the two of you back until you reach the mattress. Your lips moving together in sync, drawing moans and gasps form one another as he pressed you further into the mattress, lowering himself on top of you, your hand reaches behind his head, gripping onto the bun, tugging at the strands, feeling the soft hair wrap around your fingers, and loving the sound the sound that falls from his lips when you deliver a particularly harsh pull. His tongue traces your bottom lip, drawing a line, from your lips and licking down your neck, your head rolls to the side, at the tingly feeling surging through you.

Ross's hands skim over the fabric of your dress, stopping at the bottom, where it had bunched up at your waist, lifting it up further revealing the lace of your underwear, his breath hitching noticing the wet patch gathering, he continues to drag the fabric up, you sitting up to help him rid you of the barrier, he throws the garment to the floor, the second it's off your body, admiring your bare chest, loving the fact you opted out of wearing a bra for the night. Feeling like a teenage boy seeing boobs for the first time, absolutely mesmerised, a hand reaches up to cup your left breast, palming at the soft skin, running his thumb across your nipple, feeling it pebble beneath his touch, he squeezes again earning a breathy moan, and your back arching, practically falling into his hand. His other hand grazes your jaw, thumb running along your bottom lip, watching the way your eyes close briefly in pleasure under his actions. "Does that feel good darlin?" his words come out an octave lower than before, making you putty in his hands (quite literally) "yes" you whisper the words out not trusting your voice. He lays you down once more, leaning forwards sprinkling kisses along your chest, down your abdomen, nipping at your hipbone, and kissing along your inner thigh, placing a kiss to your clothed core, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. He continues kissing over the soft spot, laying his tongue out flat licking up the wetness that had gathered on the front of your underwear, groaning to himself at the taste, his fingers dig into the sides of your knickers dragging them down your legs, revealing perhaps the most obscene view he had ever laid his eyes upon, you laid back, head tilted up to the ceiling, tits perky, back arched up, legs spread and pussy dripping, all for him.

"You look fucking divine darling, tell me what you want" his hands are all over your body, unable to settle on one spot, occasionally squeezing in a spot he finds particularly tantalizing. "You... your fingers, anything I just need to feel you" You grab at one of his hands bringing it to your entrance, watching a sly smile absorb his face as you guide two of his fingers inside you, mouth falling open and whining as he pushes them in fully to his knuckles, hooking them upwards, feeling you tighten around him. He pumps rhythmically, other hand grasping onto your hip, hooking your leg around his waist in his seated position. Your eyes meet, and you swear you could fall apart right there from just the look alone, his big brown eyes boring into yours, scanning your face intently for traces of pleasure, as he works away below you. Your eyes roll back as his actions speed up setting a new thunderous pace, feeling your walls contracting around him each time he thrust his fingers inside you, his thumb reached up and began rubbing circles on your clit, gaining a lewd moan of his name, which he would die to hear again, circling the bud with more ferocity, to match the pace of the fingers inside you, the tense feeling building in the pit of your stomach, begging for release. "Are you gonna cum for me like a good girl?" your nails claw at his wrist, the other hand clinging onto the duvet for dear life. Your head nodding, turning to the side and lulling back all at once, too far gone to comprehend your actions. You feel his fingers hitting and curling upwards one last time sending you spiralling, your legs clench around his waist, walls contracting around his fingers as he continues to pump you through your orgasm, "Ross, need you" you moan out, tugging on his arm until he was close enough to crash his lips back to yours, the connection feeling warm and passionate, he withdraws his fingers from you lifting them between the pair of you, licking one finger himself, slipping the other past your lips, allowing you so suck the juices off from the digit, moaning as your tongue swirls around, keeping heavy eye contact as you suck his digit clean, he pulls his finger from your lips, hand moving around the back of your neck, attaching his lips to yours again.

"Do you wanna carry on?" Ross mumbles against your lips, feeling himself painfully hard in his trousers, "God please don't stop" clutching his shoulders you sit up, flipping the two of you so you were straddling his lap. You wanted to burn this sight into your brain for the rest of your life. His hair messy and falling out of his bun, shirt undone, dick hard in his trousers pressing against you. He raised an arm to lay under his head as he watches you with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. You fingers trace over the top of his trousers, stopping at the button, looking up at him through your lashes to ask permission, his head nods slowly, enjoying the sight of you taking control, knowing fully well he could take it back any moment. You popped the button undone and slid the zipper down, pulling them down slightly, along with his boxers to reveal himself to you. Your mouth watering at the sight of his cock leaking with precum and throbbing in your hand.

You pumped him a few times, listening as his breath goes rigid when you raise yourself upwards, sinking down onto him in one swift motion. His eyes rolling back, large hands making their home on your hips, digging into the skin as you start to bounce up and down on his shaft. He loves every little moan and gasp that leaves your mouth as you fuck you self on him, hands firmly placed on his stomach to balance yourself. “You feel so good Ross” you gasp arching your back, hair cascading down, becoming sticky with sweat. Ross thrusts up inside you, encouraging you to set a faster pace, “come on baby, you can do better than that, I wanna feel you cum for me again, be a good girl” the words are lost to your deaf ears, only caring about the groan that leaves his lips when you fuck yourself even harder on him, pulling him up by his shoulders and finally ridding him of his shirt, your fingers claw at his back as he continues to thrust up into you, you circle your hips, feeling your clit rub against his pubic bone, you continue the action feeling your walls clench and the knot tighten in the pit of your stomach. Ross’s hands trace a pattern up your back, one hand clutching your jaw as he pulls you in for a kiss, wet, sloppy and still tasting the remains of your juices on his tongue. You can’t help but to moan his name over and over into his mouth like a mantra. “I can feel you’re close, let go for me” his words are spoken between broken kisses and hushed moans, feeling you clenching around him.

All you can do is nod, forehead leaning against his as he holds your hips down delivering a particularly harsh thrust, he feels the spasm of your walls crashing around him, and your legs shake as what feels like the most earth shattering orgasm hits your system. “Good girl” he whispers, planting a kiss to the side of your head. Suddenly you’re being flipped again, onto your stomach, ass up in the air and Ross is between your legs once more. You’re not sure you’re ready for what’s to come when you feel him slam his length back inside you. Hand making contact with your right cheek as you pull away slightly, unintentionally awakening something in you, at the all but pornographic moan you emit. Your head flicks back to make eye contact with Ross, who was wearing the most sinister smirk you think you may have ever seen. All at once his hips are roughly pounding into your arse as, hands holding them in place while he fucks you roughly and thoroughly. Your top half falls limp feeling exhausted from exerting yourself as you cling onto the quilt, knuckles turning white. The sound in the room was obscene, anyone walking in the hallway would know what was going on, the bed was rocking, slamming into the wall, Ross was grunting and moaning away above you while you gasped and screamed out his praises, you could only pray that the people in the room next to you were out. His dick pounded into the sweet spongy spot inside you repeatedly building that all familiar knot once more, not sure you could handle much more you cry out for him, eyes watering, pressing the tears away into the pillows. “Ross…please..I” your brain can’t comprehend words too fucked out to form any real sentence. “You can take it, be a good girl, one more, then you’re done okay?” His hand sweetly moved some hair out your face to check you’re okay, a sweet juxtaposition to the actions of his hips pounding away at you. He leant forward placing a kiss at the top of your back as he continued to hit away that spot inside you, “well done, good girl” you feel the fire ignite in your belly once, clenching around his dick feeling your juices flowing, you could feel him pulsating inside you knowing what was about to happen, you contact your walls around him once more milking him for everything he had, hearing him moan your name loudly for all to hear, he stilled inside you as he emptied his load before pulling out slowly flopping down next to you on the bed with a humph.

You roll onto your back turning your head to face him, his fingers brush away the hair that had fallen into your face, admiring your beauty once more. You smile at him and lean in to peck his lips, fingers softly running though his beard. “That has to be the best sex I’ve ever had” you sigh and giggle looking away from his eyes at your confession. “Mmm me too, I can die happy now” you laugh as he slings an arm over your stomach pulling you into his side, you look up at his face and can’t contain your smile. He presses a kiss onto your shoulder, and settles back on the bed, expecting you to lean back with him, but you don’t, you sit up, looking around on the floor to reach for your clothes, Ross frowns. “I should probably get going” you turn to Ross once you’ve slipped your dress over your head. He finds his hand reaching out for you “oh okay, um sure…” it was the first time you had seen him at a loss for words, “I’m just gonna use the bathroom” you give him a awkward smile, crossing the room to the bathroom and closing the door, you freshen yourself up and notice your flushed cheeks and messy hair in the mirror, you look well and truly fucked. Well you had been.

You run your fingers through your hair, splashing some cold water on your face before exiting the room, seeing Ross now standing in the middle of the room, his trousers are done back up and he now has on a T-shirt instead of his button down. You walk over to him, unsure of either of your next moves. “You can stay if you’d like, I don’t want you to feel like you have to leave because you don’t” his words trail off, eyes glued to the ground almost as if he was afraid of your answer. “I uh, I’ve never done this before, I assumed you’d want me to leave” you take a step closer to him, head tilting so you can meet his eyes. “No, I want you to stay, if you want to that is, don’t feel like yo-“ you take another step forwards and attach your lips to his once more, feeling him relax under your touch.

That’s how it all started. Ross was in town visiting friends for a few weeks on a break from tour before going back to America. So you two agreed that while he was in town the two of you would meet up and have some casual fun, however what was supposed to be just a fling, or hanging out a couple of times turned into every night huddled up in each others arms after hours of exhausting sex, exploring each others bodies, learning how to make each other feel good, and learning everything about one another. It was like Ross had a fixation with her, the second they were apart, he wanted her close again. They had spent their time doing novice things like visiting garden centres and book stores, hiding from friends when they saw them crossing the street, then giggling like school children if they nearly got caught, but they promised each other just until tour restarts so no one gets hurt.

The day did finally come for Ross to leave and you’d spent the night before in his arms telling him how much you’ll miss him and begging him to promise to stay friends with you, to which he kissed you so hard it knocked the air out your lungs. And you thought in your mind that when he left that would be it, just a bittersweet memory of your time spent with the bass player, but when your phone wouldn’t stop dinging with the back and forth text messages every day you couldn’t help but feel hopeful. He’d been gone a month, the both of you never failing to message everyday and call when you can when Matty noticed something was up. The once sociable Ross kept hiding himself away, quieter than usual, always staring at phone, and when it did finally ring or buzz, he couldn’t help but notice the smile that reached his best friends face, he looked like a Cheshire Cat. But there was one day where Ross just moped around, not saying a word to anyone, barely eating, and he hardly interacted with the crowd when they performed that night. The band were in their dressing room after the show having a drink all chatting and praising each other feeling the after show high, bar one, Ross was skunked in the corner on a sofa staring at his phone, Matty watched as the taller man shook his head and made his way out the room, leaving his phone behind on the sofa. He knew it was wrong but the way he’s been staring at his phone for weeks has given Matty his suspicions, walking across the room sitting where Ross once occupied the seat. Seeing Ross had left his phone unlocked he took a quick glance, instantly tapping on his text messages, seeing the first name that popped up being an unfamiliar name, he clicked on the messages, and clearly he had found the source of Ross’s discontentment that day.

Y/n 🖤 - I hope the tours going well I miss you xx

Ross - it’s going great, would be better if you were here tho, I miss that beautiful face xx

Y/n🖤 - I wish lol xx

Ross - please come, I’ll send you ticket, I really wanna see you babe xx

Y/n 🖤- Ross, you know what we said, besides what would everyone think of you bringing a random girl on tour with you! Xx

Ross - I know we said it was just a fling but I want you, I miss you too much, and the guys would love you, please just think about it? Xxx

- message read

Matty looked at the name and the photo attached in his friends phone, feeling giddy at the thought of his friend having a secret girlfriend, he sneakily puts your number in his phone dropping the phone back to the arm of the sofa before standing to join the other boys.

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Another week passes and you dodge the topic tour all together when you speak on the phone, at least you try your hardest. It’s another late night for him, early morning for you spending as time talking to each other, wanting to hear each others voices. Ross can’t help but feel how deeply he missed seeing the way your lips would move with each word you would annunciate. He missed watching your smile light up until it reached your eyes and he missed the pretty sounds you made, just for him. He would give anything to have you close again.

“Sorry what did you say, babe?” His voice relaxed finally hearing the soothing tones of your voice in his ears he forgot to listen to what you were saying. “ I said I saw some videos of you the other night, you looked really good, like you’re having fun” he waits a few seconds before replying knowing he’ll get reprimanded for it. “I’d be having a lot more fun, if a certain someone I know would come along” he sighs dramatically, head resting back on his pillow as he daydreams about the girl on the other end of the phone. He just hears you chuckling, picturing you shaking your head, “I have to get ready for work soon” you wished you didn’t. “Don’t go, come back to bed, we’ll cuddle a bit longer” Ross sighs eyes shutting at the thought of you being with him in his bed. “You know, I cuddle your jumper every night, it’s starting to smell like me instead of you though, it’s making me sad” you admit, pouting as if he can see it through the phone. “God I would give anything to touch you right now” you gasp at his words he can hear you biting your lip through the phone and it drives him wild. “Not even like that, I just miss holding you, feeling your skin on mine, I don’t think you realise how much I miss you, I really care about you y/n”

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After that night Ross finds himself in a bit of a slump, he had tried his best to push his feelings down but the more he did that the more they grew. And even though you were both making the effort, the calls and the messages just weren’t enough. He longed to be near you and didn’t realise that being without you was bringing him down. He was messing up on stage, missing cues and looking miserable and the band noticed, trying to cheer him up onstage to no avail. The person that would cheer him up was thousands of miles away blissfully unaware of the affect she had on him. After 3 consecutive nights of fluffing up on stage Matty confronted the tall bearded man, much to his surprise.

“Hey man, what’s going on?” He decided to keep things simple, afraid he’d aggravate the man. “Nothin, just missing someone I guess” he draws out, taking a sip of his drink, subconsciously tapping his phone while he thinks about you, Matty notices, “anyone in particular?” He pushes, tilting his head to the side hoping his friend would finally open up to him about the mystery girl he has been messaging. “It’s uh…” he sighs shaking his head thinking for a moment “no one, just family, you know how it is” Ross stands from his place on the sofa, clutching his phone in his hand tightly, nodding his head to Matty, before walking off out the room, head in is phone.

You were asleep when your phone began ringing on top your beside table, you groan as it carries on ringing, the caller relentless to speak to you apparently, you click the green button before seeing it was an unknown number calling giving them a very groggy “hello” down the line. “Is this y/n” you hear the other person speak, “yeah, uh who is this? And why are you calling me at 3am?” You question flinching as your phone screen brightens to find out the time. “Oh shit sorry about that, I always forget about time zones, it’s Matty, Ross’s friend, from the band…” it takes your tired brain a second to comprehend what he’s saying before it clicks. “Oh right, hello Matty” he laughs, a bit too loud for your liking, you wince pulling the phone away from your ear. “Uh basically I’m calling because Ross has been super down the last couple of weeks, and really isn’t himself, and I think he really misses you” you almost jump up in your bed, “he’s spoken about me?!” Matty chuckles shaking his head, if she was as mushy about him as his friend was they were a match made in heaven. “Indirectly, he just keeps moping around waiting for his phone to go off all day and if it doesn’t he looks like he could cry…anyway I was wondering if I could sort you out a plane ticket and get you out here to surprise him?” You could feel your heart beating fast in your chest at the thought, and before your brain could say no your mouth was saying “yes!”

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Matty had picked you up at the airport telling the guys he had some ‘business to attend to’ then not really caring what that meant to question it. Ross had been messaging all day but had received no response, making him worry. And when he tired to call it went straight to voicemail, had something happened or were you angry with him about something, his head was reeling and he felt like he could pass out. They were performing a few shows at the same venue, opting to stay in a hotel for the week instead of the usual bus, which you had been glad to hear about, not liking your chances with squeezing into a bunk with your giant of a man. Ross was sitting impatiently on his bed in his hotel room staring at his phone, waiting for the read receipts to appear next to his text messages when there’s a knock on his door. He huffs and drops his phone reaching the door in a matter of seconds. Eyes nearly popping out of their sockets when he spots you behind the door. In the flesh. “Hi” he doesn’t respond or acknowledge Matty standing next to you holding your bags, he lurches forwards lifting you into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist, your hands find their way to his hair and beard, combing through the locks, noticing both had gotten a bit longer. “Hi” he finally says, lips pressing to yours with so much passion. His arms around you squeezed you as you kissed making sure you were really there. Matty stood awkwardly before dropping your bag walking down the hallway muttering “so much for thank you Matty” shaking his head laughing. Ross pulls away to laugh resting his head back against the door frame “thanks Matt, appreciate it” he shouts to his friend, who in return waves the pair of you off, entering another room on the floor. Ross sets you back on the ground, hands flying to your face, brushing hairs out the way, and caressing your cheeks. “I’m not even gonna ask why, or how, just gonna thank god because I’ve missed you so much” he kisses you once more and you feel everything he gives you in the kiss, all the hurt he’s been feeling, all the joy he feels now, and you want to feel everything. “Come on Mrs, let me show you how much I lov- miss you” you’re eyes widen, biting your lip as you excitedly follow him into his room.

[writingchalamet]

All my Ross fics in one place ✨

💦- smut

☁️- fluff

⚡️- angst

History and Drama 💦☁️⚡️

History and Drama II 💦☁️⚡️

Secret birthday gifts 💦

Just a fling 💦⚡️

Adams bestfriend ☁️

Late night drives ☁️

Study sessions (coming soon) 💦

How to deal with being famous (coming soon)⚡️

[writingchalamet]

Late Night Drives

Anon request - Ross concept : Just imagine having a long midnight drive with him. Looking at each other and wanting to say something but the both of you couldn't. The night drive continues, and you fall asleep on the car seat .He stares at you, and he softly touches your face and your hair .you get to your destination early in the morning. The both of you lay on each other under a picnic blanket while watching the sunset rise . Please do anything with that concept 🙏 Warnings: none this is fluffy as hell ☁️ wc: 1.2k (I know it's short for me, leave me alone) A/n: thank you to everyone who has put in requests, I’ll be working through them the next few days… I was listening to this playlist I made specifically to write this because I'm a nerd, but It's major comfort, autumn vibes, so give it a listen if you wanna feel all warm and cozy!! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/49ZeHIMpJ4bqQKAHaatEBN?si=9476ed7e2807437b btw, it’s my birthday today 🥳 I’m big old 25!! 🥳✨

The soft hum of the radio playing, Ross’s hand gently caressing your thigh, the odd glare of passing headlights coming into your sleepy eyeline. You can hear Ross quietly singing along to the song that plays, your mind too tired to fixate on anything. You had been struggling to sleep the last few nights due to stress at work, Ross making the decision for the pair of you to take a late night, well technically early morning drive after another night of tossing and turning, to watch the sun rise.

You had been driving aimlessly for around an hour, the warm breeze of the air-con, and the blanket you had brought with you to snuggle up on coated around your top half. Lazily leaning your head to rest between the head rest and the window, the sky opened and soon enough raindrops were beating down on the windscreen, the steady drumming against the metal of the car making the scene that much more relaxing. You could feel your eyelids becoming heavier by the second, Ross's hand moving up to glide across your cheek, gently brushing stray hairs away from your face, you sigh, purely out of contentment. His fingers play with a strand of your hair for a moment, and you wonder how he can concentrate on both driving and giving you comfort t the same time, but you say nothing, the moment too perfect to be interrupted by words, meaningless ones at the most.

You have no idea when you fell asleep, what song was playing on the radio, what road you had turned down, but you had sunk further into the deep comforts of warmth, the sound of the rain, and the soft rocking of the car as it went over bumps in the road and managed to fall into a deep slumber. Ross's hand slipped back down from playing with your hair to fall into one of your hands which lay limp in your lap, gently rubbing circles and patterns absentmindedly as he focused on the road. He found his own comfort in the soft, steady breaths that fall from your mouth, lips parted as light snores exit. He can't help the smile that stretches his skin and the blush that makes him hot, even in your sleepy state, he swears he falls more deeply in love with you.

The country roads are winding, Ross has no destination in mind just letting the roads carry him, he doesn't think as he turns at junctions, just going wherever feels right. Looking at the clock on the radio he notices the sun would be rising in about an hour, enough time to find the perfect spot, he thought. He continued to drive, passing through several small villages, eventually driving up hill through a quaint little northern village, picturesque, even in darkness, he thought for a moment to wake you, knowing how much you love looking at tiny cottages with thatched roofs, and old Jacobean buildings, but he thought it best to let you sleep, you could see them when you were awake on your way back anyway. The rain had eased a little, only softly hitting the windscreen, not quite as thunderous as before. He continued up through the village, some cottages turning on their lights, the true early risers, people getting up for work, or maybe they were awake to watch the sunrise too he thought. Finally reaching the top, where lie a cliff top hanging over entire village, there weren't any cars parked, they would be alone for a moment, finding the perfect spot to park, backing into the space so the boot would face over the edge and across the village.

Ross gets out the car, moving to the back seats, putting them down laying flat, trying to be as quiet as he can, letting you sleep for a moment longer. Gathering the blankets and cushions he had brought along, positioning them meticulously in the boot, making a makeshift bed for the two of you. Checking his watch, he strides towards the passenger seat, carefully opening the door, taking in your sleeping figure once more, your eyebrows furrowing a little pout on your lips, head fully turned to the side, he chuckles to himself wondering what you were dreaming about. He can't help himself, leaning down, hand gently pressed against your warm cheek, he presses his lips against yours, softly at first, but almost out of instinct, even in your sleeping state, your body reacted to him, your lips pressing back against his. That's how your woke up, your nose engulfed in Ross's scent, his beard tickling your skin, and his smooth lips against yours, you can't help your hand automatically lifting to the back of his neck, caressing the loose hairs that had fallen from his bun. Ross smiles against your lips, realising he had woken you up, his fingers gliding along your cheek, lips brushing against yours "good morning beautiful" you reattach your lips once more before a yawn slips from your mouth, your back arching, hand leaving his neck to stretch as far as the car roof would allow. He chuckled pulling back. "Morning Rossy, where are we?"

"We're somewhere in the dales, I didn't actually see the name of the village, but it's beautiful you'll love it on the drive back down" you nod tiredly at him, unclipping your belt and joining him outside. "Jesus, it's freezing" You let out a breath, the air clouding in front of you, the cold air pinching your cheeks. "More of an excuse to cuddle then" Ross laughs at you, pulling you in close, you nuzzle into his chest, "Like I'd need an excuse" you mumble against the confinements of his soft chest. He shakes his head and pulls away taking your hand, tugging you round the side of the car. He settles down in the boot of the car, lifting up one of the blankets waiting for you to join him. "Oh you are too smooth Macdonald" you laugh sitting next to him, allowing him wrap you in the blanket, she laughs shaking his head, placing a kiss on your forehead. You let your head fall onto his shoulder, both wrapped up in blankets, sheltered from the light rain by the hood of the boot.

The scene was serene, the pair of you huddled together for warmth and comfort, occasionally sharing the odd kiss, as you awaited the sunrise together, and when it came, you had never felt more awake, no matter how exhausted you had felt the last few days, there was something about the way, Ross's arms held you close whispering sweet nothings into your ear making you giggle, while the sun peaked through the boarders of the horizon, shining light on the village bellow. Streams of light flooding through thick rain clouds, even if it was a dull moody day, for you nothing could be more perfect, watching the way sun rays shine light across farmers fields, bouncing off the rain covered grass. The both of you breathe in the fresh morning air, feeling completely and utterly serene. To any outsiders looking in, they would see the couple for what they are, in love, wrapped up in each other and the moment, no words needing to be spoken, just soft touches, subtle glances and the odd kiss, everything was perfect, just how it always would be.

[writingchalamet]

ross request 👀

basically y/n is friends with adam & carly and they’ve been trying to set them up for months with ross but something always happens (someone is sick, touring, etc.) but finally ross & y/n meet and it’s basically a match made in heaven

Adams Bestfriend

warnings: ☁️ v fluffy, babies if you consider them a warning!

A/N: this is soooo freaking cute

You had been a close friend of Carly's for many years, naturally becoming close with Adam over the years too. The pair having you over for any movie nights, dinners and outings. You loved nothing more than third wheeling the pair, and when their sweet baby came you practically clung to the couple even more. The two of them adored you and the way you were with their son. It was initially Adams idea to introduce you to Ross after hearing you complain to Carly all night about how terrible your date was, you had called Carly half way through asking her to come and bail you out which she gladly obliged, and after hours of venting, crying and getting wine drunk with Carly you fell asleep on their sofa bundled up in a blanket, head resting in Carly's lap. Adam sat next to Carly quietly chatting as she stroked through your hair. "Do you know who I think would be really good for her?" Carly's eyebrows raise as she looks at her husband with a quizzical look on her face "Ross..." suddenly her face lights up, eyes practically gleaming, "holy shit that's the best idea you've ever had!"

That was over a year ago now, the pair had tried numerous times to get you and Ross in a room together but to no avail, several plans had been foiled, neither of you actually knowing Adam and Carly's true intentions. You were supposed to meet at Christmas, but Ross had to cancel to see his brother. Then again for dinner at Easter but you double booked with your parents, and more and more occasions just like it, either one of you was sick or the both of you double booked, it was a complete disaster. But the one time you did finally meet was completely by mistake, Ross was round Adam and Carly’s babysitting for them, when you unexpectedly dropped by having forgotten your purse when you were visiting a couple days earlier.

You knock on their front door tapping in a singsong manner fully expecting to see Carly’s beautiful head of curls answer the door, only to be completely blindsided by a tall dark handsome stranger, you knew to be one of Adam’s friends answering. He was clutching onto baby Hann whilst he screamed bloody murder looking very distressed as he looked at you confused. “Hi, I’m y/n, Carly’s friend, I left my purse here the other night and was coming to get it but if it’s a bad ti-“ Ross cuts you off almost in a pleading notion “Y/n! Yeah They’ve mentioned you a bunch of times, come in, I think I’ve seen a purse in the living room” he sidesteps out the way to let you into the house, you slip off your shoes knowing Adam’s strict ‘no shoes on my carpet’ policy. You can’t help but wince at the screeching sound of the babies cries as Ross helplessly bounces him trying to get him to calm down. You spot your purse in an instant but the maternal instinct in you has you reaching out for baby Hann. “Are you okay?” You ask softly, trying not to pry but feeling genuinely concerned not only for the baby but for Ross’s sanity, knowing how stressful it can be the times you’ve looked after the baby not knowing of you’re doing things right, sometimes reassurance is needed. Ross sighs and turns to you fully, it’s now that you take him in fully, he looked tired, his hair was falling out of his bun, his shirt was wrinkled probably from holding the baby against him most the day, and his forehead was forming faint stress lines. “Uh, I’m not sure, I feel like I’ve tried everything and he won’t calm down, he’s not hungry, he doesn’t wanna play with any toys, I’ve tried listening to music, he doesn’t want me to sit down with him he doesn’t want me to be moving around, I just don’t know what to do” he lets out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding, “here let me take over for a minute, you sit down” he would resist but the way you’re already two inches from him gently taking the baby from his grasp has him dizzy, so he takes a seat, he watches as you place the babies head on your shoulder holding around his back, patting his bum in a steady rhythm that has the baby soothed and falling asleep in a matter of minutes, “see, just exhausted” you give Ross a soft smile and join him sitting on the sofa next to him, “how the hell did you do that” he shakes his head laughing in disbelief “lots of practice, I have lots of nieces and nephews” you continue to sooth down the babies back as you settle down and get comfy on the sofa.

“So it’s nice to finally meet you” you smile staring across at the brunette who looks slightly more relaxed now. “Adam and Carls talk about me too? I hope you haven’t heard anything bad!” He winks at you, and you swear you feel a swarm of butterflies erupting through your stomach. “Nothing bad about you, Matty on the other hand…” you trail off as the baby stirs slightly, but you lull him back into his slumber by shushing and rocking him, Ross can’t help but admire you. “I really don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t have shown up here, maybe started crying myself” he speaks in hushed tones and lets out a soft laugh. “Don’t be silly, you would been fine, he would have tired himself out anyway, it’s just stressful to listen to when they’re in that mood and nothing you’ve tried is working” you place your free hand on top of his, gliding your thumb across the knuckles, you couldn’t help yourself, you almost felt drawn to him. He looks down at the your hand and smiles, turning his hand in yours and giving it a squeeze, a sort of silent gratitude. The two of you being too comfortable to take your hands away so you just left them there and chatted for at least an hour and a half while baby Hann slept soundly on the comforts of your chest. You got to know the ins and outs of each other feeling as if you had known one another for years. You hadn’t noticed Ross shuffling closer to you, or more so you didn’t mind as he slipped an arm around your shoulder so the three of you were close while you spoke in hushed tones, and you definitely didn’t hear the front door clicking open, and the quiet footsteps of your friends coming home to greet their baby, when they stubbles in on a sight and a half. Their best friends huddled up on their sofa whilst their baby slept safely between the pair, the two of them giggling at something the other had said, a squeeze of the shoulder, a pat on the thigh, their faces were close, it was everything Adam and Carly had hoped for when they wanted them to meet. The sight being almost too cute break, but sadly Carly had mummy fever, and had to see her baby. “Well, well, well… what’s going on here then?!”

And at the sound of his mothers voice, and frankly saved by the bell, baby Hann awakens and emits his cries for his mother and hunger. Saving you an explanation, for now. The two of you clear your throats as you struggle to separate from each other, Adam finding the scene particularly humorous to watch. You had the baby over to Carly who coos at the baby calming him instantly making Ross shake his head in confusion, “I told you Ross, he’s a ladies man” Adam chuckles walking over to his friend and patting him on the back, judging by the fact that his hair was falling all over the place and you were the one holding the baby that Ross had been struggling. “Honestly mate, that was the hardest babysitting gig of my life, if Y/n hadn’t of shown up, me and jr would have been joining you at dinner”

You laugh and sigh shaking your head “you weren’t doing that bad, you just needed to pat, not bounce” you wink at him this time and you watch as his mouth falls agape. Adam pats his friends back in sympathy but laughs all the same. “Well, I guess I better get my purse and get going, it was lovely to see you guys, and nice to meet you Ross… finally” you say the last word pointedly to him directly, grabbing your things giving Carly a quick hug and kiss before heading down the hallway. You hear your name being called just as you reach the front door so you turn and see Ross taking long strides towards you.

“Hey y/n, um this may be strange as we only met today, but I was wondering if I could take you out sometime?” You can’t help the raging smile that appears on your face making your cheeks ache, you nod instantly “yeah, yes that would be nice” Ross leans down to give you a hug and you hear a muffled “yes! I knew it would work!” From Adam in the living room making you chuckle and nuzzle your face closer into Ross’s warm and welcoming chest.

[writingchalamet]

Someone please give me a request to write for Ross I’m so bored and my brain is dead so I can’t think of anything on my own! 🥺🖤

[writingchalamet]

Secret Birthday Gifts

Summary: You’re a good friend of the band. You and Ross have been dating secretly for a year. When the boys come round to surprise Ross on the morning of his birthday, they catch you already giving him a birthday present…

Wc: 2.9k

Warnings: smut, swearing, the usual,

A soft breeze blew through the window gently waving the curtains as it blew past. The glow of the mornings first sunlight streaming in through a crack in the curtain lit up his face, and warming your skin. You roll over gently in his embrace so you can run your fingers across his chest, and through the hair that adorns the skin. You feel his warm skin under your touch, and watch his face, in complete bliss, smile lines are barely visible in his sleeping state, his freckles are highlighted in the sun light and his mouth is slightly agape and soft breaths fall from his lips. You smile peacefully laying your head on his shoulder, continuing to play with his chest hairs, your palm then falls flat against his chest when you feel his heart pounding in his chest, and you allow yourself to relax to the drum of his heart. Suddenly his chest rumbles with his low morning voice erupting from his chest “Hmm, don’t stop baby, that felt good.”

You continue to run your fingers across his chest, tracing different patterns as you begin to sing happy birthday to him softly. You hear him groan and he rolls over so he is lying on top of you, between you legs. He relaxes again and rests his weight on you slightly, holding himself up, arms either side of your head. You smile at him fully as his eyes finally appear to be open. “Morning” you whisper, your hand reaching up to caress his face and brush the hair out of his eyes and tuck it behind his ears. “Morning love” he leans down pressing a kiss to your lips, soft, sweet and simple. “Happy birth-“ his hand reaches to cover your mouth from saying anymore, you giggle and pry his large hand from your face, shouting “happy birthday!” As you jab at his ribs, he jolts and groans rolling off you back to his side of the bed, you sit up this time and take the opportunity to straddle the man, pulling him up into a sitting position wrapping his arms back around you. “Happy birthday love, can I go get your presents?” He squeezes your waist so hard you find it hard to breathe, “I told you already, I don’t want presents when I have the best present right here in front of me” he kisses your neck then along your collarbone, you know what he’s up to, he’s trying to distract you, and it almost works. “Oh no Mr, flattery will get you nowhere, I’m still getting your gifts” you attempt to get up from your seated position in his lap, but his hands hold you in place, you have to practically have to fight him to get out of his hold.

Ross watches as you leave the room, the little silk blue nightdress you had on driving him crazy, it clung to all the right places and the lace detailing was soft and delicate like you. He sighs and leans back against the head board, finally taking in the state of the room, he hadn’t noticed before, but now realises you must have stayed up late to decorate the bedroom, balloons and banners filling up the space, he chuckles to himself at the thought of you shuffling around in the dark trying to pin the banners in the perfect spot without being able to see. You soon return to the room carrying many, many birthdays presents and his eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. “What have you done Mrs?!” He looks at you with wide eyes shaking his head. “I may have gone a little overboard” you smile sweetly and join him back on the bed sitting cross legged. He looks at all the boxes and bags you had placed in his lap and wonders how he got so lucky. He begins to open them, each of them thoughtful, and sincere. He had noticed now how throughout the year you had been dating if he ever mentioned something he liked or needed, you must have made a mental note to go back to that shop alone, and the thought made his heart full. You had bought him, a book he couldn’t put down in the bookstore but ultimately put back on the shelf saying he didn’t need it, a few jumpers you had noticed him eyeballing, football tickets amongst various other little things, but his favourite gift came last, once he thought he had opened everything, you meticulously placed another box on his lap and he sighed looking up at you, as if to say ‘you’ve already done enough’ you just smile excitedly and nudge the box closer to him, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as he opens it.

He opens the box to find a scrap book, and flicking through each page the book is filled with photos and notes, souvenirs from their previous dates, the tiny umbrella from the cocktail she was drinking the night he first made a move and told you he liked you, the cinema tickets and dinner receipt from when you went on your first date. It was jam packed with memories of the two of you, his eyes began to water and you scoot yourself closer to him now sitting by his side and wrap your arms around him, placing a kiss on his temple. He places the book on the bedside table and brings you back into his lap. “Thank you so much love, I love them all, but that book is-“ he trails off shaking his head.

“You’re welcome, I’m glad you like it” you sit up straighter in his lap and brush the hairs hack that had fallen in his face. “Like it! I bloody love it, I didn’t know you kept all those things, I just.” He sighs and looks deeply into your eyes, hands coming to cup your face, “I love you so fucking much” you smile brightly and appreciate the smile lines that are back around his eyes, your fingers tracing them gently, your eyes scatter across his face, drinking him in. “I love you” he pulls you forwards lips meeting in the middle, feverish and passionate. One of his hands glides from your face down against the soft silky fabric of your night dress, stopping when he reaches your bum, smacking it lightly, you gasp into his mouth and lean into the kiss more, tongues sliding against one another, Ross’s expert use of the muscle making your head spin. He raises his hips to grind into your core and a small moan burns through your throat.

Your fingers clawing at his scalp pulling the hair at the root, just how he likes it, you roll your hips into his with rhythm, feeling him harden in his boxers against your clothed core. His hands grasp at your hips making you sink deeper and feel him harden completely, a groan falls from his mouth, as he detaches his lips from yours and starts placing hot open mouthed kisses along your neck, collarbones and chest, “You know what would make my birthday really special?” His speech is staggered and breathless as he continues to kiss and suck at your chest, you hum in response too engrossed with your actions to warrant an intelligent response. “Seeing my best girl ride me, until she makes herself cum bouncing on my dick like a good girl. Would you like that?” Your mouth goes dry at his words, making it impossible for you to get out any legible words, you just stutter a yes and nod your head like crazy. He smirks at the affect he has on you. Pushing his boxers down his legs and kicking them to the floor. His erection, glistening with pre cum and practically pulsating. Ross in his very eager state, rips the silk and lace underwear you were wearing making you gasp and slap his chest. “Ross! I could have just slipped them off!” You whinge pulling a face as he throws them across the room. “You don’t need them, they were in my way, besides you don’t want to upset the birthday boy do you?” He grins cheekily at you and you just shake your head, your hands go to lift the nightdress off your body but his hands stop you, gripping the dress in place. “Leave it on, I’ve been thinking about fucking you in this little thing since you put it on last night… don’t know how I’ve waited so long to be fair” he sighs and kisses your shoulder where the spaghetti strap of the dress meets your skin. You just nod letting go of the fabric, one hand grips his shoulder while the other holds his cock, you pump it a couple of times before lining yourself up, sliding down painfully slow, inch by inch, just to tease him, which clearly only pisses him off as his large hands grab at your hips forcing you the entire way down his length until you are fully seated, the rough action emits a breathy moan from your lips. “Y/n, be a good girl!” His tone is warning, he is not in the mood for games today. Noted.

You begin to slowly rock yourself back and forth setting a nice pace that suited the two of you, you can tell he enjoys it by the harshness of his fingertips clawing at the skin of your hips, waist, ass through the fabric of the dress. You press a kiss to his earlobe and gently suck at the flesh biting it and tugging it between your teeth, earning a groan, you start to bounce yourself a little faster wanting to pace yourself watching as his face contorts with pleasure at the new feeling. Your hands stay firm in their place on his shoulders fingernails leaving little crescent moons in their wake. He leans forwards to kiss at the flesh of your neck biting down hard you know it will bruise, you only cry out in pleasure as he continues to kiss and bite at you, your signal that he wants you to go harder. Your hands slip from his shoulders raking down the skin of his chest drawing blood until they fall behind you settling on his thighs, his eyes brighten and he smirks as he watches you lean back, tits bouncing as you raise and fall down onto him at a rapid pace. “That’s it, good girl” he breathes out, hands clutching at your bum helping you fuck yourself on him. He moans at the sight of your head tilted right back face screwed up in pleasure as you concentrate on bringing the both of you to your peak. Ross helps you out, thrusting up into you harshly, his hands moving to your back, and one grips at your throat, bringing you close to him once more, slamming your lips together in a sloppy kiss, both of you breathless and panting in between kisses, “I love you so much” you pant as you slam yourself down onto his cock particularly hard, making him yell out your name in pleasure like a prayer over and over. His hands are all over you, igniting fire in their wake, your skin burns under his touch, your hands cling around his neck as you moan into his mouth non stop, the only kind of repetition he could never get tired of hearing. The both of you so completely in the moment and blissfully unaware of Ross’s visitors who just let themselves into his house…uninvited.

Meanwhile…

Downstairs Matty, George and Adam were placing presents on his dining table setting a cake out, when George noticed another cake in his kitchen whilst looking for a lighter to light the candles, he thought it was strange that Ross had possibly bought a birthday cake for himself. He doesn’t mention it to the boys just comes out holding a lighter. “Where is the birthday boy, not like him to not be up and ready by now?” Hann expresses concern dripping on his features. “Maybe he wanted a lie in? What a nice birthday treat, we are getting old after all” Matty laughs nudging hann, they all groan at the thought of aging. “Shall we go sneak in on him and wake him up if he’s asleep, throw confetti and shit at him” Matty suggests looking between the pair, “yeah ‘cause that’ll put him in a good mood for his birthday won’t it” George sasses back and they all share a knowing laugh. “Right let’s do it” George finally agrees and they head towards the stairs.

They all creep up trying to be as quiet as they can stepping in the right places not to make the floorboards creek, when they reach the top of the stairs they hear moaning coming from down the hall, they all share a look and whisper shout to each other “do you think he’s watching porn?” - “oh that’ll really piss him off if he interrupt his birthday wank” they giggle like school girls and pad further down the hall, stopping when they come to the open doorway and catch the sight in front of them.

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You were breathless, a sheen of sweat forming on your skin as you continued your good work, mouths pressed flush against each other, his hands guiding your hips, he could feel your walls fluttering against him, encasing him in your warmth as you twitched. You rolled yourself forwards your clit brushing against his pubic bone, the hairs and skin creating a perfect friction, you could feel it building inside you, quickly, feeling like a band about to snap, he had you right on the edge, he could feel you holding off and with a tap to your thigh and a mumble of “be a good girl” to your lips while you kissed the band snapped and your entire body shuddered, you moan his name loudly for all to hear, not that you knew you had an audience. And didn’t slow down until you felt him twitch and still inside of you, pulling down on your hips as if he could get any deeper inside you, spilling his load and filling you to the brim. You sigh out his name and kiss him softly as he plays with your hair, moving it off your shoulder so he can kiss the skin he revealed. “I love you Y/n”

“What the fuck-“ “Y/N!” And “happy birthday Ross!” All erupt from the three very shocked and very traumatised boys stood in the doorway, Hann awkwardly holding the cake, not sure where to look. You let out a scream and reach behind you for the covers lifting them over your head and hiding in Ross’s chest, absolutely mortified. “Guys what the fuck!” Ross shouts at the boys a clearly annoyed look stuck on his face, his arms wrap around you as if to protect you from your embarrassment. “Care to explain what’s going on here miss y/l/n?” Matty says knowingly looking at Ross with a shit eating grin on his face. They all laugh as a muffled ‘no!’ Comes from Ross’s chest, he shakes his head and pats your back, running his hands up and down your back over the covers. “Guys seriously, what are you doing here?” He asks, seemingly forgetting it was his birthday. “Well we came to wish you a happy birthday and maybe take you out for breakfast but I can see that y/n’s already got that covered mate” George states matter of factly. Then Matty perks up “how long has this been going on for?” “Just over a year” Ross smiles, “A YEAR!” They all shout and you raise your head from his chest to look at the three boys in the doorway.

“Yes a year, now if you don’t mind, your best mates dick is still inside me, so could you please leave so I can get off!” You whine at the boys earning a laugh from Ross, who just pulls you close and places a kiss to your now even more messed up hair. “Alright, we’ll go, happy for you guys though, it was about time” you guys pick up your pillow and throw it at Matty who just laughs and bats it to the ground. “Okay okay, we’ll be waiting downstairs alright! Don’t go for round two please, don’t need to hear that again” George states winking at the pair. It’s Ross who gets annoyed this time “oh my god guys, just go downstairs!” They all laugh wickedly closing the door behind them and stalk back downstairs. You and Ross both begin to belly laugh as soon as the door is closed. “Well at least we don’t have to worry about telling them at Christmas anymore” you laugh, he sighs smiling at you brushing the hairs out of your eyes, “I couldn’t wait until Christmas, I’m far too in love with you not to eventually end up bragging about you to them” he leans forwards and places another sweet kiss on your lips. You sigh into the kiss and almost get carried away again when you feel him tap the top of your thigh, “common mrs, let’s get you cleaned up and go and entertain those idiots downstairs” you groan and list yourself off him, the obscene amount of cum dropping from between your legs makes him hit his head against the headboard, closing his eyes with a blissed out look on his face “best birthday ever” he whispers and you giggle pecking him one more time before slipping off his lap.

[writingchalamet]

I just got tickets to go and see the boys in Feb I’m crying bc I’m going on my own, someone tell me I made the right decision 😂🥺😩✨

[writingchalamet]

She's Got A Boyfriend Anyway - Ross Macdonald x Reader x Matty Healy One Shot

Warnings: smut, minors DNI

A/n: okay so I've been putting off writing this for a while... I had an idea but couldn't make it work for ages and finally just sat down and wrote the damn thing. I'm really unsure about it but I'm posting it anyway as I know some of you want it. I like parts but hate others so sorry about that. Here it is anyway, hope you like it?

She was everything either of them had ever wanted. She was the most beautiful person they had ever met, inside and out. She was a complicated, multi-dimensional person, with cracks and blemishes.

They were obsessed and she was hooked. The whole situation seemed unhinged but the truth is she considered herself to be unbelievably lucky that she had them both.

Ross was this absolute god of a man, someone she had fawned over for what felt like a decade. She never thought in her wildest dreams she'd get a man like him. He was her safe haven, the person who just seemed to see through all the walls she had built up. He saw her for everything she was and most importantly he loved her for it, for all the flaws and cracks, every blemish and scar. He healed her and loved her in the way everyone knew she deserved. Their relationship was intense, both romantically and sexually. She was his through and through but he also allowed his best mate to have her too, something most people (people outside Hann, George and a few others) wouldn't understand. To the outside world, she was Ross' and Ross' only, no one needed to know what happened when the lights went out, under the covers in hotel rooms or in their shared home.

Matty was a live wire, someone she thoroughly enjoyed being around, someone who made her laugh and someone who gave her confidence, he set fire to every negative thought she had about herself. Despite being madly in love with Ross, she held Matty in high regard, he was someone she always wanted around. She was undeniably attracted to him, not in the way she was with Ross (her soul didn't yearn for him) but she still ached for him.

The couple truly loved Matty, he was more than their friend, more than a plaything, he was their partner. They saw him for who he truly was, not some persona or image, just Matthew. He was a delicate soul and they were truly infatuated with him.

Matty was fun for the both of them, Ross enjoyed seeing the way Matty was with her and enjoyed the way he made her feel, it was exciting to watch. At first she was worried Ross would be jealous but that couldn't be farther from the truth. It was initially Ross' idea and although they were all apprehensive at first, it came almost naturally to them.

She was perched in Ross' lap, legs stretching across Matty whose palms were splayed across her thighs, constantly grabbing and groping at the skin, making her giggle. Her fingertips of one hand were playing with Ross' beard, whilst the other found Matty's hand. Her and Ross were having a hushed conversation whilst Matty spoke to someone across the room from them.

All of the boys had a post concert high, the room was buzzing and everyone was excited.

"You looked so good tonight" she whispers in his ear, her eyes drifting along his face, gauging his reaction. Her words are successful when his cheeks stretch, the familiar dimples resting against them as he smirks down at her.

"Yeah you think?" He asks, his large hand engulfing hers before playing with her fingertips.

"I don't think, I know" she nods, she bites her lip which makes him chuckle, shaking his head down at her.

"Well I think..." He starts, his fingertips drifting along her thigh, stopping when they reach the hem of her skirt.

"I think, you look absolutely ravishing, could see you out of the corner of my eye the whole show" he says, her cheeks flush at his words, the deep tone to his voice letting her know what his intentions were.

"Could see the way you were biting your lip, bet you're aching for me"

"How did that make you feel hmm? Seeing your girl there, just waiting for you" She challenges, her tone hushed still. His eyes darken almost immediately, and the smirk resting against his face deepens as his eyes drift over her face, landing on her lip which is in-between her teeth. His fingertips pluck at them, removing her lips from the attack.

"Think you know how it made me feel" he murmurs, eyes concentrated on her lips. She leans in further, tempting the tall man.

"You know you could just kiss me instead of just staring"

"I know. I'm quite enjoying staring at you right now" he says, making her chuckle. He mumbles something into her ear about sharing her tonight and she smirks at him, asking if it's okay, which of course it is.

He decides he's had enough of staring at her and moves to press his lips to hers. She momentarily lets go of Matty's hand, her hand coming to rest against Ross' jaw, holding him against her as he takes her bottom lip into his mouth.

Matty finishes his conversation as he feels her hand slip from his.

His head turns towards them and he smiles.

"Well look at you two" he says, making the both of them pull away from each other and turn their heads, they both smirk at him, Ross shaking his head at the man.

"Starting without me?" He asks, his words presuming he was going to be involved, not that either of them minded because it was the truth. His fingers grasped her hand which had been left untouched for a few moments.

"Never Matty" she speaks "Just talking" she finishes.

"Sure... Talking about how much you wanna do each other" he chuckles, his hands find his pack of cigarettes, he offers her one and she nods, her mouth opens slightly as he slides the tip of the cigarette in-between her crimson lips. Her eyes are focused on his now and he has to hold back the grunt that threatens to fall from his mouth.

"Jesus" he says, running a hand through his curls. Ross laughs behind her, Matty lights his fag and then hers. Her head turns slightly to Ross as she breathes in, slowly blowing the smoke into his mouth. Her head then snaps back to Matty, who's fingers had slowly been creeping up her thigh.

Matty's eyes are finding Ross' then as his movements on her thigh halt until Ross nods his head at the man, letting him know it's okay.

His eyes land on hers then, watching as she sucks the cigarette, breathing in the nicotine. He looks into her eyes, waiting until she nods too, letting him know she wanted this just as much as the two of them. Ross takes a drag from her cigarette before watching as she takes it into her own mouth.

Ross' lips are then pressing against her neck, sucking at the flesh and making her eyes flutter slightly. They snap open to find Matty, who takes the cigarette from her fingertips, stubbing both out and pulling her slightly towards him, Ross following their movements, not allowing his lips to leave her neck.

"you're so pretty darling" Ross says, making Matty nod, agreeing with his words.

The room had completely cleared now, leaving them alone, just the way they liked.

"Come here" Matty says, his hand holding her jaw lightly, tugging her forward until her lips grazed his

"Don't be shy love' Ross mumbled into her ear, she shuffled around in his lap, causing Ross to grunt deeply into her ear and making her lips fumble against Matty's.

"Be a good girl for us" Ross says, pushing his lips against her neck until she's pressed against Matty, lips finally connecting with his. His breath escapes him at the initial taste of her, a mix of her, the cigarette and Ross, the taste all too familiar to the curly haired man, one in which he secretly (or not so secretly) craved all hours of the day.

"Missed the way you taste love' Matty mumbles as his tongue greedily swipes over her bottom lip, saliva connecting their mouths as she gasps due to Ross having bitten her neck. It had been a week since the three of them had done this and all of them had been craving it desperately.

She doesn't speak but a moan falls from her lips, her mouth falling open as Ross pushes her hips down, forcing her onto his clothed member, rubbing himself against the swell of her arse.

"Fuck" he grunts into her ear, making her turn her head. Ross' eyes somehow darken as his thumb swipes over her lip, collecting the mixture of Matty and her saliva, bringing it into his own mouth and groaning at the taste.

Matty's lips are the ones to find her neck now, letting Ross have her for a few moments. Matty's hands drift up her waist, slipping under the fabric of her shirt. They were very good at sharing, giving the other one the time they needed with the girl they both were obsessed with and focusing all their attention on her, just begging her to let them do anything. Ross was more than willing to share her with Matty, after all he got to have her all to himself most of the time.

"Look so good darling" Ross says, pressing a kiss to her mouth before pulling back.

"What do you want love?" He asks and Matty pulls away from her neck, eyes flicking between Ross and her, both men waiting for her answer. Her mouth hangs open and she swallows, lost for words.

Ross chuckles deeply, thumb resting against her lips again, pressing against it until her mouth opens. He holds her there for a few seconds, eyes flicking behind her to Matty, who smirks. They both know what to do, something that will have her soaking through her underwear (as if she wasn't already).

Matty tugs the tall man towards him, lips pressing against each other as she moans at the sight, lips closing around Ross' thumb and sucking, making him groan into Matty's mouth. Their kiss is messy, tongues pressing against each other with only one intention.

Ross removes himself from Matty, nodding at the man, whos hand finds the back of her head, getting her to tilt it backwards, Ross presses his thumb that's in her mouth down, making her jaw open and then he's lowering his head, forcing her to take the mixture of him and Matty, making her groan ferally.

His mouth slips from her mouth and she tilts her head back down, swallowing their joint saliva making the both of them groan loudly. Dark eyes looking at each other before snapping back to her.

"Now, I said, what do you want?" Ross says, his tone firm now.

"you, I want you… both of you" she says and they both smirk. Finally getting the answer they wanted.

Matty is standing then, hand grasping hers and pulling her up until she's standing too. Ross is quick to undo the skirt she's wearing, tugging it down her legs whilst Matty presses his lips to hers.

Ross' large hands take handfuls of her arse, making her moan loudly. He then spins her until she's facing his direction, his face level with her panty clad cunt. Ross looks up at her through his lashes, lowering himself until his lips graze her clothed core.

Matty watches the couple in awe, hand palming himself through his jeans. Ross hooks his fingers into her underwear, tugging them down her legs. He doesn't waste any time, mouth pressing against her, making her gasp an airy moan as her hands weave into his hair.

Matty pulls at Ross' hair band releasing it from its confines, allowing her to grasp properly at the strands now as his mouth sucks greedily at her clit.

"Ross" she moans loudly, the man groaning into her.

"Matty" he says against her core, voice commanding him to do something, not wanting anyone to hear them. So Matty presses his mouth back to hers, swallowing her moans.

Ross tongue moves so it's flat against her, taking up the expanse of her pussy. Her legs shake and she pulls away slightly because of the pleasure and Ross' hands find the back of her thighs, pressing her firmly into her mouth until she's moaning loudly again into Matty.

Matty removes himself from her mouth, rounding the back of her and wrapping his arms round her chest, pulling her against him until her arse is flush with his aching member.

His hands find her hips, forcing her to grind against him, Ross shuffles forward until he's pressed back into her cunt, face buried in-between her thighs. There's no space between them. She grinds back into him and Ross allows the movement to aid his ministrations.

Matty is grunting into his ear as he gets the friction he so desperately wanted.

"Ross what about you?" She sighs out and he shakes his head making her sigh loudly in pleasure.

"Don't worry about me love' he says "just need you to come for me" his words have her snapping over the edge, juices coating his tongue.

She quickly pulls him up from the sofa, straining her neck so she can reach his lips. She can taste herself on his tongue but she doesn't care. Her hands easily find his zipper, undoing it quickly as their mouths move against each other. Matty's still grinding himself against her, sighing into her neck as he watches the couple make out.

She's pushing Ross' trousers and boxers down his legs in one quick movement, small hand grasping his large aching member in her hand making his head snap backwards as she begins stroking him.

"Fuck' Ross grunts, before he's looking at Matty, "take your jeans off" he says, Matty doing it not even a second later.

"Want you Ross" she sighs against his mouth, feeling the way he clenches in her hand at her words.

Ross pushes her hand away from his cock, spinning her around to face Matty now.

"Take Matty" Ross says, her own wrapping around Matty's cock now, her movements almost falter as Ross threads the head of his cock through her folds.

"Fuck" all three of them say in unison, her hand is stroking Matty as Ross pushes into her wet cunt from behind.

He thrusts his hips forward, making sure to angle his hips so the head of him presses against her gspot with every thrust.

She spits into her hand to provide Matty with some more lubrication as she quickens her movements, making Mattys hips snap forward, thrusting into her hand now. Ross doesn't stop fucking into her, her cunt clenching around him perfectly.

The sounds in the room are absolute feral, Ross' hips snapping into her, skin slapping against her arse as her sopping core splatters and clenches around him, matty groans at the sound, his hips rapidly shooting forward into her hand.

Her legs shake under her and Matty makes sure to hold her, supporting her so she doesn't fall. She moans loudly as Ross grunts, his cock leaving her before snapping back in, repeating the action over and over.

"Fucking made for me love' Ross grunts into her ear, pressing his lips to her cheek.

"Fuck" she moans. Matty's hand wraps around hers, directing her until the head of him is pressing against her clit. She almost screams at the euphoric feeling it brings her. Her boyfriend and the love of her life, fucking her as if he's life depended on it and his best friend rubs his cock on her clit.

Her orgasm is quickly approaching and she knows by the way that Ross' breath has got shallow in her ear and the way he's repeating her name that he's close too. Her eyes find Matty's and he knows he's nearing his own release as his eyebrows are furrowed.

"Let go for us love" Matty says, mouth pressing against hers again.

"Fuck" she scream, clenching around Ross' large cock as her hands clasp Matty's shoulders.

"Fucking love you - fuck" Ross says, his juices coating her walls.

"Matty' she sighs, needing him to cum as she was now becoming overstimulated with the pressure on her clit.

"fuck" he says, his hips stilling as his cums, coating her abdomen in his juices.

"Fucking hell we're lucky" Matty moans through his post high state, his eyes finding his best mate who nods at him, agreeing with his words.

Matty loosens his grip on her shoulders and Ross is quick to grasp the dazed woman, carrying her to the sofa they were once sitting on. Matty sits down first as she clings to Ross like her life depends on it. He places her into Matty's lap, who's quick to place soft kisses to her neck, helping her snap back to reality.

Ross is still standing, positioned directly in front of the pair. He gently grasps her chin, making her look up at him.

"Are you with us love?" He says making her nod up at him, pursing her lips, asking for a kiss from the tall man, who leans down to comply with her wish.

"I love you" she confirms against his mouth, making him sigh happily. Matty watches with a wide smile on his lips, he wanted what they had but he was also unbelievably grateful that they allowed him to be a part of it, receiving just a fraction of the love they shared for one another, although that small part was plenty for the curly haired man.

"I love you too. Think you've got another one in your love?" Ross says as he pulls away, his words are far from sweet but the way he says it, wanting to confirm she was willing before even moving another inch, is undeniably sweet.

"Yes please" she nods up at him making him smirk as he thumbs her lower lip, slipping the pad of his thumb into her wet mouth, cock hardening again at the site.

He lets her go then, so she can turn to Matty. She gives him one look and he's nodding.

"I'll take whatever I can get from you, you should now that by now babe… so fucking lucky" Matty says before pressing his lips firmly against hers.

Ross pulls them apart, not out of jealousy but out of desperation. His dominance shines through and both Matty and her are putty in his hands.

"Raise your hips a bit, love" he says, the woman doing as he says not a moment later. His hand weaves between them, albeit a bit awkwardly with the angle. He grasps the base of Matty who was already rock hard and teases the head of him along her folds, making the both sigh out.

"Look at you two, do I have to do everything for you?" He says making the both of them nod up at him. They both know he enjoys it so they play along.

"Fucking pathetic" he says, smirking down at the two of them as they whimper bebeath him. Ross was always the tallest in the room, often people would find him intimidating, but most of time he made her feel safe, he was her large teddy bear. But right now, he towered over the both of them, his shadow casting over them, dark eyes staring down at them. They both knew they'd do anything he said.

"Matty, do it" he says, Matty knowing what he means without the instructions being clear. So he grasps himself from Ross' hand, keeping up with the movements he was doing before. Running the head of him along her folds, teasing the both of them.

"You okay love?" Ross says and he takes his own member in his hand tapping it against her mouth. She nods up at him, moaning as her mouth falls open. She knows what he wants and she's never one to stop him, so she simply pushes her head forward until the whole length of him is swallowed by her mouth.

His grunts are deep and they resonate around the room, making her even wetter.

"Fuck her Matty" Ross demands, Matty not needing a second to think about it before he's pushing himself into her opening, making her gasp out a moan around Ross' cock.

"Need you to be a good girl and raise those hips for me love" Ross says and she follows suite, only pushing back down when Ross nods.

"Good girl, keep doing that" Ross says upon seeing how Matty's face contorts in pleasure. She does as she's told, bouncing up and down on Matty's cock, the both of them nearly screaming at the feeling.

Ross begins thrusting his hips forward, forcing his cock into her mouth before pulling back, fucking her face harshly.

"Fuckkkk" he moans out, head snapping backwards.

Matty feels her struggling so grips her hips, thrusting up into her to get them both the pleasure they needed. She clenches around Matty as euphoria washes over her, the moans he's drawing from her vibrating around Ross' cock, making his hips stutter momentarily, sending the head of him to the back of her throat.

She gags slightly and Ross pulls back slightly, grasping her chin as he looks at her, making sure she's all right. He slips from her for a second to let her breathe and stop if she needed, but Ross smirks when he sees her looking completely fucked out.

"Carry on" she says and he chuckles deeply.

"Yeah? Enjoying yourself?" He says and she nearly screams as Matty delivers a particularly hard thrust into her, hitting her g spot perfectly. She can't speak so just nods at the man, and he returns into her mouth not a second later.

Thrusting harshly forwards, pulling back until only the head of him is revealed before snapping back in. Tears fill her eyes as pleasure courses through her body.

"So fucking tight" Matty grunts and Ross moans at his words, knowing they're so true. The tears run down her cheeks and Ross is quick to catch them, wiping them away sweetly.

"Feel good Matty?" Ross asks and he nods quickly, spiraling out of control. Ross sees the way Matty's eyes fall closed and how his eyebrows furrow and he knows he's close.

"Oh fuck" he grunts and Matty repeats his words.

She would moan Matty's name if she could but she can't so she just grasps ross' bare thigh, nails pressing crescents into the skin.

"Let go love" Ross says, Matty hooking an arm around her front to reach her clit, he massages it harshly, making her cum hard around him, clenching around him and milking him for all his worth.

Her eyes meet Ross' through her lashes and she pleads with the man, silently asking him to cum.

"Oh fuck, shit you're going to make me cum" Ross says, Matty continues to fuck into her through their highs, only stopping when Ross stills in her mouth, hot ropes of cum coating her tongue.

He removed himself from her mouth, and groaned as he watched her swallow.

"Fuck you're so perfect" Ross says.

"Fucking amazing" Matty says next, making the woman blush as Matty leaves her core, making her feel empty for a few moments.

Ross crashes down to the sofa, pulling her into his lap now as his arm wraps around Matty's shoulders.

He adjusts her so she's hooked over his thighs, legs splayed out across the sofa. Ross tugs Matty until his head is resting on his shoulder, her hand finding his as the other rests against Ross' chest, right above his heart.

"Thank you for sharing" Matty says, his voice quiet, directed at Ross.

"Anytime mate, we're lucky to have you, you know that" Ross says to him before his eyes land on hers, pressing soft kisses to her lips.

"And thank you for letting us share" Matty then says to her and she simply smiles at her.

"Yeah thank you love. Didn't ask too much of you did we?" Ross says, always one to worry he pushed her too far.

"Never… I love you Ross' she says and he smiles as he connects their mouths again.

"I love you too love"

"And we love you Matty" she says, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his mouth.

"We do." Ross confirms.

The situation was unhinged, but fundamentally, it worked. It worked for all three of them and they weren't going to stop any time soon.

[writingchalamet]

I looooove Ross and the teacher universe! You are so talented <3

Thank you, I can’t get enough so I may be making it a series 🤫🧡

[writingchalamet]

History and drama part 2

A/n: I couldn’t help but write a part two because I loved the first one so much…sue me…

Warning: smut, curse words, fluff, angst, ROSS BECAUSE HE IS A WARNING ⚠️

Ross’s doorbell rings Friday night 8pm sharp and he can’t contain his excitement as he rushes towards the front door. He had styled his hair in his usual low man bun, wearing a soft oversized button down with a pair of slacks, he had made sure to take his time to carefully groom himself making sure he looked presentable for you, even though he could wear a bin bag and you’d still find him hot. He opened the door to see the most beautiful sight he had laid his eyes upon. There you stood, hair pulled up into a ponytail with two strands framing your face, and a silk slip dress with lace detailing, the slit in the side laying perfectly against the plump skin of your thighs. You held a bouquet of flowers in your arms, bright colours bursting out their paper encasing. His heart skipped several beats as he stared at you. “You look beautiful, come in” He opens his door more for you to step inside, taking you in his arms, leaning down to entrap your lips in a breathtaking kiss, you pull apart and smile brightly, handing him the carnation of flowers. “These are for you, my best friend is a florist, so I get to take advantage of her skills” Placing the bundle in his arms gently, he admires them and brings them to his nose to smell. He can tell they were fresh, the sensibility making his lips curl. “No one has ever bought me flowers before, thank you” you smile, enjoying the fact that you would be a first of his for something, even if it was something small.

You follow him through his home into the kitchen where he finds a vase, telling you how his mother had given it to him in the hopes he would have a girl move in to buy flowers for, and it’s the first time the vase would be used in his home. You laugh, taking in the warming environment of his house, the colours of the walls painted soft muted greens, very calming, he also had lots of books, but unlike your play writes and novels most of his collection were non-fiction and history pieces. You could tell he enjoyed his craft. His house was neat and clean, you can tell it’s not just because of your company, he has always been very pristine, well-groomed hair, nice skin, thought out outfits that were always perfectly ironed. He places the flowers in the vase, careful not to disturb their arrangement. You admire the joy in his eyes as he fluffs them out. “There…” He finishes displaying the flowers, taking the newly filled vase, and placing it on the dining table, where he had placed a few candles, ready for your meal. “It smells amazing in here Ross; I didn’t know you could cook?” you exclaim excitedly, examining the food cooking on the hob. “Well, I did ask you here for dinner so, I must deliver” he smiles watching you trail to the oven your homely instincts already kicking in, you pick up the wooden spoon and stir looking inside the dish nearly fainting at the heavenly sight, if it tasted as good as it looked you would marry the man right here on the spot, Ross comes to stand behind you one hand resting around your waist holding your stomach, your back pressing against his front. The other hand taking the spoon from your hand scooping up some of the sauce bringing it to your lips, you blow on it before taking it into your mouth, moaning at the taste, your head lulling backwards hitting his chest, your eyes roll back into your head, Ross enjoying the moment. “It’s Tuscan chicken casserole, it is ready I’m just waiting for the bread to warm up” you spin in his arms eyes wide, “There’s bread too?! Ross, I think I’m ready to become Mrs Macdonald now” you joke, his eyes crease with laughter, “If I knew all it took to impress you so much was baguette, I would have brought you one long ago” his hand cups your cheek as he leans down and peppers kisses across your face, putting a bright smile on your face.

You ate dinner peacefully, Fleetwood mac playing in the background, the candles lighting the room in a soft glow, your heart was thumping in your chest the entire time, at the thought he had put behind the date, no man had ever made you feel this way. You finished your meal, and you took the plates away insisting on washing up, he protested and joined you at the sink, no matter how much you scorned him. Washing the plates and cooking utensils passing them to him to dry up and put away, you found yourself slipping into the domestic bliss you so craved to share with him. Once the washing up was complete you follow the man into his living room, the music carrying through into the next room, the room was lit by the warm glow of the lamp on his coffee table next to his sofa. He grabbed the pair of you a drink each before settling down on the sofa, His body language open and inviting, you slipped down next to him, tucking your legs underneath themselves, folding yourself into his touch, his fingers play with the ends of your hair while you get yourself comfortable.

“So how was your week, any troubles with Alison?” He smirks at you; you simply roll your eyes taking a sip of your drink. “No thankfully. She just sort of snickers whenever I see her in my lessons, I know she will have told half her year group by now, but I honestly don’t care, it’s more of the same rumours that have been flying around since we first met” you smile and lean into him when he blushes at your last comment. The pair of you had been pining after one another for so long and neither of you don’t know why you haven’t just gone for it. “I just know that Matty and George are gonna have a field day when they hear that we were caught” Ross laughs again, his fingers trailing along your neckline and shoulder as you speak sending chills down your spine. “Kiss me” his words are all the invite you need, your lips crashing into his. You had shared the odd sneaky kiss around school in one another’s offices when no one was looking, but you had longed for his touch properly since last week. He nudges you backwards so you’re lying backwards on the sofa, taking his place in between your legs, holding himself up hovering just above you, your legs wrap themselves around his waist like a koala coiling him closer towards you, he sniggers at your neediness, leaning back down to kiss you. Your lips moving together in perfect sync, his tongue slithered into your mouth earning a gasp from you, fighting a loosing battle for dominance. Ross’s hands grip at your waist, your dress bunching up at your sides as he claws at the fabric to get to your skin. You have come to find that fleshy area joining your hips to your legs was his favourite thing to grab in the entire world. The skin feeling so soft and squashy in his hands. You moan breathlessly as he grinds his hips against your covered entrance. One of your hands move from his shoulder to his hair, pulling it out of his man bun, letting it fall into his face, he moans as you tug the hair at the root roughly, and he gives your hip a spank in response. You pull back and bite your lip looking him dead in the eye, “fuck me, please” no hesitation in your voice this time, compared to your shy disposition the last time. Those are the only words he needs to hear, unclasping his trousers, pulling them along with his boxers down low enough to release him from his prison. You shimmy yourself out of your underwear throwing them somewhere in the living room. He spits in his hand and smooths it across the tip of his dick before burying himself within your walls.

You straggle out a moan of his name as he slams himself back and forth, setting an unmatched pace, you somehow felt him deeper than ever before, your legs clinging to him for dear life, he was hitting a spot that had never been reached before, he took your small hand in his and pressed against your stomach, feeling him hitting the walls inside you knocked the air out of your lungs. “You’re my special girl, you know that right?” You nod and reattach your lips, his hand weaves up your dress and palms your breast, the silk fabric of your dress clinging to your chest with the heat rising between the two of you. You moan into his mouth as he delivers a hard squeeze, a firm thrust following the action. The scene was hot and heavy, unlike the slow romantic time before, this time you both felt a sense of urgency, hardly touching throughout the week had gone to his head and he had to have you, he didn’t care how needy he seemed. “Ross – harder!” Your words muffled into his mouth as he continued to press hot wet kisses to yours. He pulled out, untangling your limbs from around him, flipping you roughly onto your front and raised your arse up to meet his hips, he definitely appreciated the site, and the squeal you let out when he slapped and grabbed at the flesh harshly, without a second to think, he shoved himself back inside of you, the new angle hitting every ridge as his cock slid back in, he gave you two warning thrusts before absolutely annihilating you. You scream and gasp, biting onto your hand in front of you as he continually slams himself in and out, his grunts and moans above you are obscene, he holds onto your hips tightly as he pounds away, your screams only spurring him on more. One of his hands wound themselves into your hair, gripping at the ponytail, pulling back on it harshly so you are now sat up with your back against him, the hand travels around your neck and clasps a hold, choaking you, your head falls back onto his shoulder as he fucks you, your hand joins his, gripping around the wrist and digging your nails into his hand each time he choaks or hits that special spot inside of you. He cranes his neck round to kiss you, swallowing more of your moans, his thrusts become faster and deeper than ever before, he feels you begin to tighten around him, knowing what’s to come, his hand leaves your hip and holds you flush against him, rubbing circles on your clit, your eyes roll into the back of your head out of pleasure and you feel yourself spasming around him, “That’s a good girl, let go for me” he whispers in your ear as he continues to fuck you through another mind blowing orgasm, you swear they will never be the same without him. You feel him throb inside you and soon enough he stills, filling you full of his load, he gives you one final thrust before pulling out, leaving you with the thick and warm juices spilling from inside you, He bites his lip and groans as he watches the mess spill back out of your entrance, the sight enough to make him ready for another round. He turns you around onto your back once more and leaves the room, coming back with a ‘merry Christmas’ tea towel which makes you laugh. He smiles and leans in for a kiss before wiping you clean throwing the tea towel on the floor.

“Well Miss S/n, I think we’ve out done ourselves”

Several weeks had gone by and yourself and Ross had been on many dates. The pair of you enjoying each others company to the fullest, you had managed to squeeze in at least 2 dates a week, as well as not being able to keep your hands off each other when you were alone in one another’s offices. Today was no different, you were just prepping for your year 10 class about to come in when familiar arms incased round your waist and spun you round your studio, you let out a little scream and a giggle until your feet touched the ground again. Spinning in his arms to face the beautiful man, “hello sweetheart” he places a delicate kiss on your lips, arms wrapped snugly around you, hands resting on your bum, “hey, that was a nice surprise, I’ve missed you today” you peck him again and he chuckles, “you saw me two hours ago” and you sigh throwing your head back dramatically “I know but my heart yearns for you!” You both laugh and step away from each others embrace as you hear the warning bell, signally the children will be here any moment. “I have a free period and I was wondering if you would mind if I sit in and watch your lesson, just for fun” your smile only brightens, the thought that he couldn’t be away from you during his free period, even if your attention wasn’t going o be on him made your heart twitch. “Yeah of course, just don’t look at me like I’m a mad woman because we’re studying ‘the metamorphosis’ and Brecht’s physicality, so when I’m hanging upside down pretending to be a beetle please don’t stop fancying me” you stare at him dead in the eyes and search his soul, he only laughs and leans forward placing a peck on your forehead. He takes a seat on the side of the studio and watches as your students pour through the door. Most of them with confused looks as to why a history teacher was sitting in their lesson.

The students put their bags to the side, and come to the centre of the room, “okay class, so you’ve probably already seen that we have a visitor today, Mr Macdonald is a big Metamorphosis fan and wanted to see what you guys have been working on, I’ll give you twenty minutes to get back into your groups from last week and go over the scene you were given, then we will sit and watch each group’s performance okay?” You clap your hands together and the kids all nod back to you, “You are all free to use the boxes, climbing apparatus and matts, just go into the props room to bring them out!” The students all break off into their groups, some going into the props room bringing out the large black boxes and climbing frames to use for their pieces.

You loved seeing your students so enthusiastic about their work, it reminded you of being in school and drama being your favourite lesson. You walk around the studio stopping to help some students when they ask, not noticing the big grin on Ross’s face as he watches you teach. He watches you reassure your kids they are doing a good job, and show them how to use the equipment safely, he loves watching you in your element. You were showing one student that had asked about physical movement during the metamorphosis scene, and Ross watched as you quite literally got on the floor and contorted your body in ways he did know you could, the action making him feel rather ravenous. You stood again and guided the student’s movements unintentionally bending with them out of habit. You see Ross from the corner of your eye cross his leg over and smirk to yourself. After taking another lap around the room and seeing the kids were getting on okay you plop yourself down next to Ross, legs brushing against each other. “Hey” you smile at him. “You’re so good at what you do” the sudden compliment strikes through your heart, you bite your lip to hide the fact that you want to smile ear to ear. “Thank you, I happen to think you’re pretty good too” you nudge his shoulder with your own. “The kids all love you, I’ve never seen students behave so well for a class before, I don’t think I’ve ever heard your raise your voice once at any of your students” you giggle and put your head down “you should see one of my year 8 classes, they’re awful, I’m screaming at them all time, you’re just in the right class, these guys are lovely because they actually want to be here, and there is a group of boys in my year 8 class who know exactly what buttons to push to send me over the edge” you shake your head at the thought of the dreadful class. You hated the students that just came into your lessons to mess around, after you spend so many gruelling hours planning lessons having little to no free time to yourself, they seem to want to come in and make your life miserable. “Hey, these kids are the ones that count right, you got that teaching award last year for a reason, and it’s the students that vote, so you’re clearly doing something right” you smile at the fact that he remembers that you had won. You wanted so badly to kiss him, to touch him, anything but you couldn’t, you had to hold out.

“Okay class, come and sit down and we’ll pick groups to perform, does anyone want to go first?” One groups hands shoot right up, the group of the student who you were helping with the transformation scene, you were excited, you loved watching your students work. The rest of the students came to sit down as the group set up their stage. They performed the scene and the look on Ross’s face was telling enough, these kids were talented and they had you to thank for the extra push. You all clap your hands at the end of the scene and give each student a well done calling up the next group. “They’re all so good, they’re such a credit to you” Ross whispers into your ear as you watch the next few performances. The smile on your face and the proud feeling in your stomach made you live for moments like this. The lesson draws to a close and as the students leave some kids come over to hug you before leaving the studio, thanking you for your help, he sentiment warming Ross heart.

He walks over to you as the last student leaves the studio and wraps his arm around you once more. “That was such a good lesson, I thoroughly enjoyed it, thank you for letting me sit in” you smile turning to kiss the man “you can join in next time” you wink at him, earning a hearty laugh from him at the thought of him jumping around with the students. “Well I have to get back for my last lesson of the day, thank you again for letting me sit in, you did great, I love you” he kisses your lips and the words had left his mouth before he could even comprehend what he was saying. Your jaw practically hit the ground, you stood there astounded unable to speak or stutter even. His eyes went wide as he realised what he had done, his hand scratched the back of his neck as he looked at your shocked and confused face, “I uh- I have to go” he left you there, mouth swinging, heart pounding and eyes glassing over. He loves you.

Ross had been avoiding you since the whole ‘I love you’ ordeal. Whenever you saw him in the staff room he would gather his things and rush off claiming ‘he was busy’ if you went by his office he would say he was ‘needed somewhere’ and it made you want to staple the man to the spot so you could tell him how you really feel. You’re hoping today would be different though, it was Matty’s birthday, and a group of you, Ross included were going out tonight for dinner and drinks to celebrate. You were in your house getting ready for the night deciding on wearing something daring to catch a certain someone’s eyes.

Adam picks you up from your house driving you to the restaurant where you meet the rest of your friends, there was a large table of about 20 of you, Ross already sat down laughing with some co workers, his eyes bulge out of his head as he glanced your way. You walk straight up to Matty leaning down to give him a kiss and hug, his face lit up at your presence asking you to sit down next to him and George. Ross sits opposite from you and gives you an awkward nod. Adam comes to take the vacant seat next to you and you immerse yourself back into conversation with him about your week and jokingly implying you were ready to quit after the day you had, when an English teacher sat next to Ross pipes up, “yeah I heard about the fight between those two sixth formers down the music corridor, apparently it was really bad, well done for breaking it up Y/n!” At the sound of your name and the mention of a fight Ross’s head perked up, he hadn’t heard anything about a fight at work today.

Matty jumps into the conversation “oh my god it was brilliant, the two lads were proper swinging on each other and she just jumped straight in between them, nearly took a hit too! Little pocket rocket!” Matty laughs and you shake your head sipping your drink “yeah no thanks to you lot, all just stood shouting at them from your classroom doors! Someone had to get in there and break them up!” George laughs and throws his head back! “Are you kidding you’ve seen that kid Jack right?! He’s like 6’7 I’m not getting in the way of one of those punches!” Ross sat in his chair anger bubbling up inside him like a volcano, all these people just stood and watched while you willingly threw yourself, over a foot and a half shorter than, someone throwing punches. “And none of you thought to help her?” The anger in Ross’s voice was clear, the smiles dropping from everyone’s faces in an instant. “What if she had gotten hurt, would you have just stood and watched then!?” You watched as he clenched his fist, eyebrows furrowed, clearly angry at Matty and George for not ‘defending your honour’. “I was fine Ross, nothing happened, they calmed down as soon as I split them up” your hand reached across the table and took his hand in your own, it soothed him instantly, feeling your soft skin brush against his. “You two are so wet for each other it’s disgusting” Matty interrupts your moment and you roll your eyes taking your hand away from Ross’s picking up your drink once more. You all eat then move onto a pub, a large number of the group filter out wishing Matty a happy birthday as they leave. Ross still hadn’t spoken to you apart from the scene at the table, but now most the faculty had left, he had less places to hide. You sat with George while Ross and Matty were at the bar with Adam and a couple of friends ordering some drinks, Matty flirting with the barmaid. “What’s going on with you and the history buff then?” George nudges you making you look his way. You let out a sigh before talking “you have to talk to each other to have something going on George “ you allow a shallow laugh to leave your lips. Picking at your nails, George could tell you were upset. “I thought it was going well? You no longer in the honeymoon period?” You just raise your eyebrows and shrug not really knowing how to respond. “He told me he loved me the other day, then ran away and has been avoiding me ever since, every time I walk into a room he storms out” you shake your head at the thought that he didn’t really mean his words. “What that’s massive! I’m sure he does mean it, he’s probably just afraid of what you’re gonna say back” he nudges you once more raising his brows in a quizzical manner. “Well he actually has to talk to me to get his answer, I’m not that scary am I?” You joke. “I dunno… scary enough to jump in between two huge guys almost twice your size having a fight” you laugh, and lean your head on his shoulder. Matty and the others walk over carrying a tray filled with pints and shots… This was going to be fun.

Matty wedged himself next to you, Ross, Adam and the others sitting on the other side of the table, “alright guys, shot time” Matty passes you each two shots from his tray, handing out lime slices and packets of salt, you all get ready do your shots on the count of three, grimacing as the liquor burns your throat. Ross watched your face closely as you took the slice of lime in between your teeth and sucked the juice out, joking with Matty when you both turn to each other with the rind in your mouths. George takes a photo of the two of you and it makes Ross’s heart burn at the sight of Matty pulling you into his lap, arms around your waist and head over your shoulder while you take photos together. Adam pulls a deck of cards out his pocket and suggests a game, Matty instantly voting for strip poker but you had to remind him you were in public, much to his dismay. You settled on shit head each taking turns to lay your cards out, each wanting to be the first to get rid of all your cards. The game went on for a while, George kept stitching Matty up making him pick up, which made you all laugh. Ross had won, and you came a close second which made you smile. You finished your drink and wandered over to the bar to buy another round when you felt an arm around your waist, an unfamiliar arm. You look to your left to see a tall, fairly handsome man stood beside you, he smiles at you “hey I was wondering if I could buy your drink for you?” His arm is unmoving, and even though he seemed nice, he wasn’t your cup of tea. “I’m actually buying a round for me and my friends-” you were cut off by the guy taking his card out of his wallet and placing it on the bar, “please I insist, I’ve been watching you all night, and I had to come say hello” the bartender takes the card and taps it before you can protest, you step back out of his grasp and watch as your drinks are made. “Thank you, you didn’t have to do that” you say awkwardly. “Nonsense, any excuse to talk to a beautiful woman, so what brings you here tonight?” You try and be polite but the guy was giving you the creeps, the way his eye-line kept faltering to look at your chest and he kept leaning in close to you each time you made a move backwards. “Uh it’s my friends birthday..” you trail off, waiting as patiently for your drinks as possible so you could get the hell away from this creep, looking rather desperately at the barman, who clearly, wasn’t catching your hint. “So are you single?” Just then the strong familiar arms that feel like home, wrap around your waist and pull you into his chest, your back hitting firmly against him. “No she’s not.” You look up and see a very displeased Ross above you, you wrap your arm around his and give him a squeeze, letting him know you were alright. “Oh sorry man, I uh- I didn’t realise” the man scurried off into the busying crowd and was forgot in a second, you turned in Ross’s arms to look up at his face, leaning up to give him a peck, a meaningful one that held much behind it, your hand stroked his cheek and you smiled at him. “Thank you” he simply nodded his head and leaned back down for another kiss, missing the taste and softening touch of your lips these last few days. “I need to talk to you” you say, eyes boring into his, he looked worried, frightened almost, he opened his mouth to speak when the barman slid over all your drinks on a tray, “there you go miss, enjoy” you just smile muttering a thank you, taking the tray and walking back to the table.

“Here she is…player!! We saw you over there flirting away!” Matty yelling slurring his words, big smile on his chops, “yeah we’ll be grateful, my so called ‘flirting’ just got you lot a free round” you joke putting the tray down, they all cheer and take their drinks off, cheers-ing to you and your ‘flirting technique’ which Ross did not find funny at all. You sat at the edge of the table this time, Ross taking a seat at the head of the table so he was next to you. The animosity had mostly settled but you still had yet to speak properly. “Okay how about a game of truth or dare!” You all groan “Matty, we’re not 15!” You whinge “ahh but it is my birthday!” You all sigh and give in to the birthday boy. A few rounds go by, the group doing stupid dares like downing the dirty pint, Adam was dared to lick the bottom of George’s shoe, Matty had to try and get a free drink from someone in the bar, failing miserably, you had been dared to give the ‘birthday boy’ a lap dance, much to yours and Ross’s dismay. And now it was back to you again. “Truth” you say confidently as George asked the question “okay, tell Ross how you really feel about him” the table goes silent, and everyone has wide eyes looking between you and Ross in anticipation. You give George a look of disbelief before turning and facing Ross fully giving him your attention, you take his hand in yours and lean close to him to give the pair of you some privacy, as if it were at all possible! “Ross, ever since I first met you I couldn’t take my eyes off of you, you make me smile just by walking into the room, I love the way your eyes crinkle every time you smile, and the little freckle you have on your forehead, I love how kind and genuine you are, and caring of others, I have been absolutely enamoured with you since you first said hello to me, I hate it when we’re apart, it makes me feel like I’m missing a limb, I want you all the time, forever… I love you Ross, I’ve been in love with you for ages” you were looking down at your hands towards the end of your unintentionally longwinded speech, not wanting to meet his eyes. His fingers leave yours and touch your chin lightly tilting your head up to meet his eye-line, for just a moment the entire world melted away and it was just the two of you. “You really mean all of that?” His eyes were glassy the finger under your chin was stroking soft comforting strokes, you just nodded and pulled him towards you for a kiss, your lips melting together, you let your fingers travel into his hair out of instinct, he pulls you forwards so you are sitting in his lap and hear the others in uproar at the table. “Woah woah Ross! Put her down!” - “get your tongue out her throat!” - “no one needs to see that!” The boys all chime in together, words crossing over each other. Without pulling away you stick your middle finger up at them behind you. You pull away and smile at Ross, caressing his cheek, fingers moving to smooth over his beard. “I love you” you whisper to him, his hand squeezes your waist “I love you” he leans in to place another peck on your lips, you had never felt so content in your life.

You had gone official with Ross, feeling like one of the teenagers you teach, all lovestruck and doe eyed. It was the end of another week and you were walking up to Ross’s classroom ready to go home, Ross was leading a study group in his classroom, walking round the room occasionally leaning down to help students with their work, you lean on the doorframe watching as the students finish up their work, smiling seeing them so enthralled in their work, you were holding your bag and folders ready for the day to end when Ross noticed you. “Hey come in, we’re nearly finished” he nods for you to come over, you step into the room smiling at the students as some of them look up at you, you walk over to his desk and perch on the edge, Ross surprising you by coming and sitting right next to you. Some students in the very front row eye the two of you as Ross nudges you affectionately and stares at you a little too long. The clock struck 4:30 and Ross dismissed the class, once the last student had left you were in his arms. “I’ve missed you” he peppers kisses across your face and down your neck, you giggle leaning up on your tippy toes to reach his lips, you hum as his hands smooth over your back and cheekily grab a hold of your bum. You pull away from the kiss staring into his eyes seeing that all familiar glimmer in them, “I’ve missed you more, what do you want for dinner tonight?” You step away from him and help collect his things from his desk. “I was just gonna cook something simple like stir fry? Sound good?” He replies, taking your hand in his as you leave his classroom and make your way down the hallway together. “Sounds amazing, your place of mine?” You pass the other history teachers in their office and say goodnight to them wishing them a good weekend. “I don’t care who’s house we go to, as long as I get my dessert afterwards I’m happy” Ross winks at you and tugs you down the corridor a little faster with a newfound spring in your steps. You giggle as he leads the way to his car, seemingly driving in autopilot to your house, which was his new favourite destination. Where you carried out an evening of food, wine, sex and lots of laughter.