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therookieimagines · 20 days

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Not that he cares..or he does..- Tim Bradford x fem!reader 3/?

Summary: You’ve been living with Tim for a few months now, and after some intense staring contests Tim’s finally ready to admit how he feels, but what happens whenever things take a spicy turn?

Warnings: SMUT AT THE ENNNND, Tim calling you a whore and slut

It had been a good month or two, you were healing great and ready to get back into policing, but with slight changes, you felt like with the feelings that were arising towards Tim after living with him for some time would get in the way of your work, so, you were transferring TOs to Harper until you could become a detective. It wasn’t that you were doing anything inappropriate with each other, you both just, shared a bed, and a room..and a closet..you were basically dating without the dating. Tim had gone back to work about three weeks ago, diving head first right into cases, but not without calling you every hour on the hour, he couldn’t help it, you had been shot, maybe it had healed now but what if something happens? Again? He had to make sure you were safe.

Tim groaned at his desk holding the phone to his ear listening for the third time as he heard your voicemail “this is y/n! Leave a message, unless your Bradford or Nolan, then just text me” he was growing irritated with every passing second. “Harper! I’m leaving to go run a personal errand, I’ll be back in twenty” he said sternly before his desk phone started to ring loudly “hello? Y/n?” He answered quickly, hunched over his desk waiting for your reply “Tim? Why are you calling me like something happened are you okay?” You asked softly, he could hear the sound of dishes clanking faintly in the background “why didn’t you answer? I thought something might’ve happened you know whenever I’m calling from work it’s a-“ you cut him off with a giggle “it’s a check-in, I know, but I was doing dishes and didn’t realize my phone was on the bed, I’m sorry, I’m okay though I swear” you reassured as you finished drying the last plate, trying to stifle your groans in pain as you reached above you to put one of Tim’s thermos’s away “hey hey, what was that? That doesn’t sound okay to me” he asked starting to bite his nails “ya know what no I’m coming home” he decided before you were quick to cut him off “Tim Bradford. Stay on your shift, criminals need you out there to ruin their fun, just like you ruin mine” you teased “I’m cleaning the apartment for us, that way we’re not dealing with any messes tonight” you explained feeling terrible Bradford had to come home and clean up after you the last couple of weeks because of your injury, he never actually minded it though, taking care of you was just like his job as a cop, he knew he was doing good, especially if it meant making sure you were happy and safe. “F-fine but..I’ll be home at 7pm sharp, got it?” You heard his voice say, you could tell he was still uneasy but you knew he’d be quickly distracted with the first call he got.

Tim was truthful on his word, the door unlocked at exactly 7pm, not a second later either, you watched as he immediately dropped his things by the door walking over to you “how’re you? Those noises you made earlier did not sound like stretching you sounded hurt, did you fall or run into something?” He asked worried, placing his hands on your shoulders examining your body “Tim, I’m fine, reaching above my head is still painful but..it’ll be alright, these things heal” you smiled patting his shoulder before sitting down “so, how’d your date go that Lucy set you up on?” You asked curiously, you knew Lucy had her own little scheme going on, you could tell the second she started asking about how you and Tim were handling living with each other. “What?- o-oh I didn’t know..you..knew..” he admitted sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly “she was..nice..definitely not my type though, she wouldn’t stop instagramming her food, like honestly why can’t people just enjoy a meal?” He ranted, you just watched him smiling as he continued on and on as he poured himself a drink “hey why aren’t..you..answering..” Tim trailed off noticing you watching him in awe “why are you watching me, you creep” he teased sitting down in the recliner not far from where you were on the couch.

“Seriously!” He groaned dropping his head “quit staring at me! It’s creepy and weird!” Tim continued setting his drink down walking over eyeing you suspiciously, you couldn’t hide your smile, you knew he wasn’t being serious, but the fact he was trying to be was adorable to you, he was doing his cop tatics on you like he would on a call, his hands firmly holding his regular belt, his glare stern and his eyes slowly clouding to a shade darker. “Ms. L/n, do I need to issue you a ticket for staring an officer of the law down?” He asked squinting his eyes “try it, I’ll take that ticket to court, officer Bradford” you smirked, the giddy smile never leaving your face once though, Tim stayed strong though, fighting every muscle in his body not to smile or laugh. “Unless..you explain yourself on why you’re staring at me?” He offered crossing his arms, all of his known intimidation tactics “you don’t scare me, Bradford!” You laughed leaning back on the couch, only for him to take a step closer “that’s officer Bradford to you” he corrected in a stern tone “oh my gooood! Fine! I was staring because it’s calming to see someone so…brutal and scary become so laid back and relaxed” you explained, Tim scoffed playfully “when have I ever been brutal!?” He asked sitting back down, this time next to you, on the floor “uhm, my first call? They shot at us and whenever you apprehended them I saw you, that body tackle was pretty brutal” you remarked “I did what I was trained in the academy to do!” He defended, you just laughed smiling as he just shook his head at you. “I just mean that..i don’t know” you sighed letting your head fall back “you’re just..comforting to watch” you shrugged looking towards him again, this time he was the one staring, taking in everything that was you.

You both kept taking turns for at least ten minutes before finally Tim broke the silence “alright it’s killing me” he huffed leaning up onto his knee placing a hand on your cheek “over the last year and a half..y/n I’ve loved you more and more everyday” he admitted, you watched him closely nodding your head before he pressed his lips firmly against yours, you weren’t sure if you should kiss him back or pull away, he was still technically your TO. You chose to kiss back though, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he slowly made his way from the floor to the couch next to you “I never realized it until the night you made the backup call..I knew you were different from my other rookies but..not like this” he whispered pulling away from your lips, much to his minds dismay. “Don’t worry, Tim..I..I love you too, even if..you’re a rude asshole sometimes..and I wanna hit you..with a baton..-“ “hey! Where did all of this brutality come from!?” He yelped leaning away from you smiling “I’m just saying! I love you despite all the times you get on my nerves” you laughed leaning closer to him attempting to peck his lips, but he just kept leaning farther and farther back until he fell onto his back on the armrest, you kept moving though, eventually hovering over his body, your hair tickling his nose lightly. “Careful, rookie.” He warned, almost like you were going into dangerous territory, you were confused up until you realized just where your hand was, right above his growing erection, resting at the waistline of his jeans. “Shit sorry” you cursed moving it to hold his hand, you were now riddled with insecurities and embarrassment, why’d you put your hand there? What if he didn’t want things this fast? Were you a whore for moving this fast with him?

Tim could see the nervousness in your eyes, he kissed you once again, squeezing your hand gently before placing it back where it was only this time a few inches lower, you could feel a knot immediately form in your stomach as you felt how big his ‘package’ really was, I mean the police slacks were good to show things off but they could only do so much, so this was a lot bigger than expectations. “You’re alright, no need to apologize” he whispered running his hands through your hair pulling your head closer to his as he pressed his lips closer to yours, using his other hand to pull you basically onto his lap, only your hips were placed on his thighs. “Look at me, are you alright with this?..” he asked raising an eyebrow “we don’t have to, you know that, l/n, I’ll never force you into anything” he reassured, you knew every word he said was the truth, anytime a call was too much for you, he’d always make sure you were okay, never forcing you to do anything you were uncomfortable with (evictions were the worst for you growing up bouncing from house to house). You never answered him though, your mind starting to race again “I-i want to..” you whispered but your brain kept going back to the same topic, the moment he sees your scar he won’t be into you as much. Tim could almost read your face like a book, you wanted to but you were conflicted with something, he studied you, trying to figure out the cause without forcing you to speak, that’s whenever he spotted one of your hands fidgeting with your shirt, pulling and twisting, rolling the fabric between your fingers as you struggled to find the words.

You didn’t need to though, Tim effortlessly lifted you carrying you towards your bedroom before gently laying you on the bed, not wanting to hurt you anymore than you had already been hurt in your life. He pulled off your shirt running his eyes up and down your torso before his eyes landed on the distinct scar on your abdomen, he slowly lowered his head resting his chin on your hip bone “this is what’s bothering you?” He asked, at first you thought he was upset, you were probably being silly right? You shouldn’t be this stuck on a stupid scar. “Hey, I’ve got em too, from my time being deployed..my time serving as an officer..in our line of work those are like our little marks of how long we’ve been working as officers” he explained, your eyes were glued to him, watching as he sighed standing up, pulling his shirt and jeans off of his body “I’ve got them, it’s alright” he whispered slowly crawling onto the bed kissing your stomach all the way up to your lips “I’ve always thought you were beautiful..” he whispered against your lips, his words and kisses slowly became more aggressive, his hands running through your hair as you grinded your pussy against his thigh. “Fucking hell” he grunted gripping a fist full of his comforter, he so badly wanted to fuck you into the bed, show you just how badly he’s wanted to fuck you since the night he gave you a ride home from your friends party. You and your friend were sober but you weren’t dressed like it, he was completely shocked at the time, that someone as modest as you during your shifts would dress in such short shorts and such a tight t-shirt, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, perfectly masking it as annoyance, he was very much hiding that fact he wanted to tell you exactly how he felt right then and there, how much he loved you and wanted you.

You took notice to Tim’s face, he was concentrated on something heavy, something that was turning his knuckles white from the sheets, as you grinded your hips yet another time that’s whenever you felt it, he was harder than he had been that whole night. “Fuck me, Bradford.” You said sternly, using a fistful of his hair to pull him down to eye level “I want you, to fuck me however you want, just, with a condom please” you asked/demanded, you could see something in his eyes flicker, almost like he had been conflicted and then made up his mind. He quickly leaned away from you, ripping your sweatpants open down the thigh, giving him perfect access to press his fingers against your clit playing with it roughly watching as your back arched, all because of him. It was fueling Tim with something he never felt before, watching you do that all over his fingers made him feel powerful and more of a man than ever “oh just wait, baby, you think this is good, just wait” he whispered biting his lip smirking, he slowly lowered his body until he was eye level with your pussy, your thighs twitching with anticipation as he blew lightly over your lace thong. “You were these just for fun..or did you have a plan to seduce an officer tonight?” He asked slowly pulling them off, he had to keep them safe, just incase he wanted to see you in them again, you bit your lip anxiously, not wanting to answer his question in fear of answering wrong and not getting the pleasure you so desperately needed.

Tim growled furrowing his eyebrows landing a harsh slap to your inner thigh, resulting in a light squeal out of you in response “answer me whenever I’m speaking to you.” He growled resting your legs on his shoulder using barely any strength to tug you to the end of the bed, his lips barely ghosting over your bare pussy. “N-no I just h-hadn’t gotten around to laundry y-yet” you whimpered, squealing whenever you felt his warm tongue leave a strip across your clit, he wasn’t finished though, using the tip of his tongue to trace figure eights around your clit. Right as you approached your climax, Tim pulled his mouth away, you whined desperately trying to pull his face back down between your legs, but he quickly grabbed your hands pinning them to the side “ah ah.” He tsked, grabbing handcuffs from his side table using them to keep your hands restrained to the side of you to the bed frame “okay how long has that clasp been there?” You asked never really noticing how quickly the bed you’ve been sleeping on for the past months turned into a sex chamber “did it whenever I first moved in, didn’t mention it to you whenever you moved in because I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable” he explained casually as he placed a condom over himself lining his cock up before pushing into you quickly, it only took a few moments before he bottomed out inside of you, you couldn’t help but let out a moan as you felt his tip brush against your cervix.

Tim groaned loudly, you felt so much tighter than he thought, he couldn’t stop his hips from moving though, desperate to chase the one high, fuck the one person he’s been dying to for the last year “fuck just like that, god damnit your pussy feels great” he growled, lifting your legs over his shoulders giving himself a new angle to fuck you at. You couldn’t process everything happening, you didn’t even know Tim could be this sex experienced, you always marked him off as more of a vanilla dude, but here he was, throat around your neck gently as he slammed his cock into you so hard you knew there’d be bruising tomorrow. “Fuck! Tim please! I’m gonna cum” you begged, his grip on your throat tightened as he halted his thrusts “what the hell did you just call me, rookie?” He growled, ghosting his lips over yours “I-I’m sorry, sir” you whimpered, trying to move your hips in any way that would get you some sort of release, but Tim just held your hips down, using your pussy to his own advantage “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long, fuck it’s better than I’d hoped it would be, holy shit” he panted, you whimpered loudly, desperately pulling your shirt off, screaming out Tim’s name as he latched his lips around one of your nipples, his teeth nibbling and biting as you squirmed under him.

You could barely think straight anymore, you hadn’t ever made yourself feel this much pleasure, no toy, hand, or man ever had you like this before, and Tim made it look so easy, like it was nothing to have you basically mush in his hands. Tim’s grip on the sheets were tightening, he had abandoned holding your neck long ago, not wanting to cause you any bruising above the waist or seriously hurt you, he could feel himself about to cum but he had to hold on, he needed to know how good it feels for you to squeeze around his cock. He could tell you weren’t going to last long either, your moans and whimpers were growing a lot more high pitched and frequent and you were basically dripping onto the bed you were so wet “come on, show me how much you want it, work for it, rookie” he teased, flipping you both over watching as you desperately rode his cock, your nails scraping down his chest as he bucked his hips up to meet yours pulling away. You gasped as his fingers started attacked your clit again, this time the knot in your stomach was too tight, immediately bursting, Tim moaned loudly throwing his head back as he felt you tighten around him, your pussy throbbing desperate to get every last drop from his cock as he came deep inside of you, the condom busting rather quickly. Both of your hips didn’t stop though, Tim’s just got rougher “god damnit your pussy feels so amazing, fuck” he cursed, you felt as he quickly got hard again inside of you, this time you felt every twitch and thrust, you were highly sensitive now and Tim was hungrier now for your second climax. He showed no mercy as he repeatedly pulled out only to push right back into you bottoming out, flipping you onto your stomach so he could lift your hips into the air, fucking you deeper, you swear you could feel his cock poking the inside of your stomach he was so deep, but he just kept going, wrapping his hand around your neck to pull your bare back against him, his lips ghosting over your ear “cum for me, rookie, wanna see that tight pussy squeeze my cock, like the desperate rookie you are” he spat, it just made you hotter, the way he talked down to you always did something to you, the way he had little regard over your feelings sometimes but then would turn around and care so much about you if anything happened.

“Fuck you like that, slut? Like whenever your commanding officer calls you out for the little desperate slut that you are?” He continued pushing your face back down into the pillows, you moaned loudly trying to push your hips back into his, but he continued to fuck you at his pace, only whenever he felt your body tense did he pull out replacing his cock with his mouth, licking up any cum that dare leaked past his lips, your legs twitched trying to close to get his mouth away from your clit but he just held your legs open, continuing to lick any part of your thighs and pussy clean. “Now, I think I deserve some payment for my amazing services” he panted leaning up glancing to his still hard cock back to you “I just wanted to see how good my girl tasted” he whispered, you whimpered sealing your fate as you dropped to your knees taking his cock into your mouth, you already knew you wouldn’t be able to handle the entire thing, so you took it slow, swallowing around him as he slowly bucked his hips into your mouth. It lasted about two minutes before Tim scoffed “may I show you how it’s done, slut?” He asked, you looked up at him through your lashes, nodding, never taking his cock out of your mouth, he grunted grabbing your hair and his cock leading it down your throat “breathe. Don’t stop breathing just breathe throw it” he coached, his tone no longer rough but more of caring, not wanting to see you choke (but secretly a little). As he nearly bottomed out you gagged around him, causing him to stumble slightly, stabilizing himself with your shoulders, he quickly thrusted into your mouth, sending his cock back down the back of your throat, remembering his words you moaned around him, his pace picking up, and his grip on your hair tightening before you felt a warm liquid shoot down your throat and pool in your cheeks as he pulled out, smirking as he slightly ran his tip over your lips leaving a coating of cum for you to lick clean. “Such a good girl” he whispered kneeling down to meet you “let’s get in the shower-“ you cut him off with a tired whine in protest, your legs felt like jelly and you were not about to stand in the shower for 30-45 minutes, no way. “Okay then let’s get in a bath, clean up, and we can watch this new true crime show I found, seems like something you’d be into” he shrugged, you smiled softly, even after calling you a desperate slut, he had already had a movie planned for afterwards “I guess…only if…you leave your shirt off..” you agreed using his hand to help yourself stand, Tim quick to stand to help stabilize you as he walked you to the bathroom “what is up with you and me being shirtless, l/n?” He asked as he helped you sit down next to the tub, allowing him to lean over to turn the water on and plug the drain “I dunno..you’re just..really nice to look at” you smirked giggling, before you knew it you were uncontrollably giggling “now what?” Tim asked, not being able to contain his smile as he watched you lean against the wall for support “I’m sorry! It’s just..we just..had sex!..” you whisper-yelled giggling loudly “seriously!? Are you a child or something!?” He laughed as he helped you into the warm bath, your muscles almost immediately relaxing as he slid in behind you, pulling you back to lean against his chest.

“I love you, y/n..and I know..with our jobs..but we can figure it out..right?” He asked softly, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head, you leaned back resting your cheek on his shoulder “we can..and we will..” you whispered, reassuring him before placing a gentle kiss on his jawline and turning back around to face the faucet, letting Tim start to rinse your hair out.

Part 4 lovelies? Or start getting some one shots out there?

#officer tim bradford #tim bradford x y/n #tim bradford fluff #tim bradford x reader #tim bradford #Tim Bradford smut #Tim Bradford x reader smut #the rookie #the rookie imagines #the rookie abc #Tim Bradford imagines #Tim Bradford one shots

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xjulixred45x · 9 months

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I know I have to work on the requests, but I have to get this out of my head because now I have a rediscovered love for Invincible, bear with it.

(SOMETHING LIKE A CONTINUATION OF THIS)

SOME SITUATIONS WITH YANDERE AU MARK GRAYSON/INVINCIBLE

okay, I can definitely see that you two were a couple or at least liked each other before everything went to hell.

and although you were fine with Mark at that time, when he was being convinced to join the Viltrum empire, he was somewhat seeking your approval. although using very vague assumptions, such as "would you accept an alien race if it meant world peace?" "or if that would help with the development of medicine?" You know, like what Nolan wanted to do at the beginning with Mark. and obviously since you didn't have the context you said yes without hesitation, further fueling Mark's crazy ideas.

I may not have made it very clear in the first part, but you and Nolan definitely don't get along. I mean, he's nice to you in a way, but he treats you like a little kid who needs discipline, so he tries to push Mark into that. Not only that, but you also indirectly blame him for the sudden change in Mark's personality, you know that if Nolan hadn't gotten him into that shit, he wouldn't have so much blood on his hands. The Mark you knew wasn't like that. HE WASNT.

The main reason this Mark doesn't feel angry because of your traditional escape attempts or why he's so soft is because of something our Invincible doesn't usually have, and that's his ARROGANCE. This Mark does not believe that you are capable of running away from him, you are not capable of defending yourself from him, you are not capable of harming him and above all you are not capable of HATE HIM, because he sees you as a soft creature, who should be treated as such because you are confused.

He is delusional, SpongeBob and Squidward level of Delusional. You could perfectly tell him that you hate him, that he's the worst thing that happened to you in your life... and he thinks it's reverse psychology.

"fuck you"

"Is that an invitation?😚"

"I hate you"

"I love you too babe🥰"

"If we were trapped on a desert island I wouldn't hesitate for a second to make a raft with your limbs"

"Silly you, I would take you out flying😘"

Do you see what I'm saying? For the same reason, if you end up hurting him, he would be proud that now you can definitely defend yourself from the Revolutionaries who "kidnap you every now and then" (it's you on the run). dang it, if you hurt him probably even NOLAN would compliment you for doing it despite being "so weak" and would completely approve of you.

(I can already imagine you with a wedding dress and a bouquet of knives...you want to throw it at Mark...in the face)

I think the most Mark does to scare you into escape scenarios is to threaten to throw you and not catch you next time, that's the best he goes. He can't stand the idea of leaving you paralyzed because it would be very boring and sad to see only a shell of you.

He wouldn't kill Eve, but he would never hurt you...physically. Did you see that in the end in their universe they manage to imprison him and get rid of Omniman? you totally didn't let go of Fem! Cecil(Cecilia?) all the way to her base and thanking her with all your heart and tears. Cecilia comforted you awkwardly, but she understood that you must have definitely had a hard time with Mark.

Meanwhile, with Mark already locked up, even if the world is a bit messed up, you can breathe easy for the first time in years, you can leave the base without fear of what happens to the people around you, you can eat without a problem, you can CHAT with people! it's magic! It's like you don't even remember anything before Mark! out of pure fear!

Meanwhile, Mark in prison always asks about you AT LEAST once a day, even if they give him proof that you are WELL and HEALTHY, he just doesn't believe it and DEMANDS to see you to prove it, which they obviously deny him and only makes him think that even more. The guy thinks you must be dying of hunger and cold or being eaten by collotes while you live your best life🤣

"MY POOR BABE! She must be so confused and scared without me! How do I know they're not torturing her for information!? She must be so worried because we're not getting home!" and it goes on and on... meanwhile Darling: "happy~ happy~happy~" "OHHHOOOhhOO, I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY!"

For now that's all. I hope the Viltrum empire doesn't come to shit on Darling's happiness☠️

#headcanons #drabbles #drabble #yandere invincible #invincible #yandere mark grayson #mark grayson x reader #mark grayson #nolan grayson #tw yandere #tw killing

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jackhues · 1 year

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mango dragon refresher - quinn hughes

notes: this is part of @wyattjohnston's summer exchange fic, and written for the lovely @lam-ila! i'm horrible at writing angst with happy ending, but i felt inspired to write something like this for quinn!! i really hope you like it <33

warnings: accidents, injuries, angst with happy ending, kinda hurt/comfort

gif not mine!

in hindsight, driving with a broken tail light wasn’t the smartest decision you’ve made.

your mother had taught you years ago that everything you learn when it comes to driving was meant to be applied whenever you were behind the wheel, for the rest of your life. and for years, you’d taken her words to heart, never once stepping out of line.

but you were hungry, and out of milk, and you’d already taken the cereal out into your bowl, and quinn had taken the working car to practice.

you didn’t think it was going to be a big deal, especially since the grocery store was less than five minutes away. besides, you saw people driving with things worse than broken tail lights all the time. how bad could it be?

convincing yourself it was no big deal, you got in your car and headed off to the store. you’d made it there fine, not even a scratch. but on your way back, the car in front of you slammed on their brakes suddenly. you’d stopped as well, just in time to avoid ramming into the rear bumper.

but with your tail light broken, the car behind you had nearly no warning as he drove into you. you felt it all happen in two times speed: your head hitting the steering, hard, as cars around you honked their horns and manoeuvred away from the crash.

i guess this is why they say mother always knows best, you thought drowsily, the world going dark around you.

quinn was feeding his teammates pucks when the assistant coach, nolan, called him over.

he’d been in a serious conversation with one of the trainers for a few minutes, before he motioned for quinn to come over.

“ooh, hughesy’s in trouble,” some of the guys snickered, messing with him.

quinn rolled his eyes as he held back a laugh, nodding at nolan and the trainer. the trainer nodded back, before rushing away quickly.

quinn didn’t think much of it — the trainers always had lots of work to do.

“what’s going on?” he asked.

nolan motioned over his shoulder, “let’s go talk about it, c’mon.”

now quinn began to worry, almost as if he really was in trouble. during the short walk to his office, a hundred different thoughts flew around quinn’s brain — yet, not one of them explained why he might be in trouble.

i’m a full-grown adult, quinn thought to himself. how the hell am i going to be in trouble? what would i even be in trouble for?

as nolan motioned for him to take a seat, quinn’s thoughts took another direction. he thought of bo horvat, and how he’d been given some terrible news in the very same way.

“wait, am i getting traded?” he asked suddenly.

nolan’s eyes widened, “no, no. we’re not trading you, that’s not why you’re here.”

“then why am i here?” quinn asked. “is there — is it something bad? did i mess up?”

nolan looked resigned, as if the last thing he wanted to do was sit here and tell quinn… whatever it was he wanted to say. but he took a deep breath and forced it out.

“it’s y/n,” he said finally. “your fiancée. she’s been involved in a car accident and has been admitted to the hospital.”

the world seemed to stop for quinn.

y/n, in a car accident.

he didn’t believe it. you were the safest driver he ever met, there was no way you could be involved in a — the broken tail light, he realized suddenly.

for some reason, you must’ve taken the car and went out to do something, either forgetting about or dismissing the broken tail light.

quinn internally began to curse himself.

he should’ve woken up half an hour earlier and carpooled with elias when his teammate had asked. that way there’d have been a working car at home, and you wouldn’t have been in the hospital.

“quinn?” nolan asked hesitantly, snapping him out of his spiral. “are you okay?”

“where — which hospital is she in?” he got up. “i want to go see her, i’m leaving to go see her.”

nolan stopped him by placing a hand on his arm, “i’ll drive you. you’re in no state to be operating a vehicle. go get changed, and we��ll head out to see her.”

quinn wanted to argue, to tell him to take him right now, but he saw the determined look in nolan’s eyes. quinn knew him long enough to know there would be no arguing with him.

he rushed off to the locker room, changing in record time, before meeting nolan in his car.

“let’s go,” nolan said, driving quinn.

the car ride was tense, with quinn stuck between wanting to ask nolan more information, and at the same time not wanting to know anything and just hope for the best.

his brain compromised by thinking of the worst scenarios imaginable.

“breathe,” nolan said as they arrived at a red light. “she’s gonna be fine, you just need to calm down.”

quinn took a deep breath, resisting the urge to snap at nolan. you wouldn’t want him to get mad at someone who’s only trying to help.

nolan took a right, arriving at the hospital entrance.

“head on up,” nolan told him. “i’ll park and come.”

quinn didn’t need to be told twice, as he bolted out of the car and towards one of the receptionists.

“my fiancée,” he rushed out. “she was — she was just brought in here because of a car accident. y/n, y/n y/ln.”

“one second,” the receptionist said, searching through her files. “you’re her emergency contact. quinn hughes, correct?”

“that’s me,” he nodded.

the receptionist nodded, “she’s in the emergency room, currently being operated on. she needs stitches, and is being checked for a dislocated shoulder.”

quinn’s heart felt like it would stop in his chest.

“where — where is she?” he stuttered.

the receptionist gave him a look of sympathy, pointing him towards the direction of the room. quinn ran down the halls, coming to a halt outside the room.

on the other side of those doors, you were in pain. you might’ve been under anaesthesia, but after everything, quinn didn’t want to think of you being in pain.

doctors, nurses, patients, and even visitors walked around him. for once, no one was asking for an autograph — only giving him looks of sympathy.

“mango dragon fruit refresher for quinn!” the staff called out.

quinn walked numbly to the counter, taking the drink, before heading upstairs. in his other hand, he held his own coffee — which is pretty much what he’d been living off for the past day.

there were three or four mango dragon refreshers in your room, melted or in the trash. quinn bought one for you each time he went to get his coffee, just in case you were waiting for him.

the accident itself was quite bad, to the point where the doctors were saying it was lucky that you didn’t sustain any long-term injuries.

from what quinn had been told, you were suffering from a minor concussion, needed six stitches across your forehead, needed twelve stitches on your hand, and had dislocated your left shoulder.

the stitches would come out eventually, and the concussion would be fine within a few weeks. but your shoulder would need to remain in a sling for three to four weeks, and you’d be needing physiotherapy afterwards.

quinn was just waiting for you to wake up.

you’d been out for over twenty-four hours, quinn not leaving your side except to get your drinks. nolan had brought him some food, which was in a bag in the corner of your room. he just wasn’t hungry.

quinn entered your room silently, mango dragon refresher in hand as he tried not to disturb you.

“is that for me?” your voice caused him to startle.

quinn turned towards you, seeing you awake and sitting up in the hospital bed. words failed him as he stared at you, trying to force something — anything coherent — out of his mouth.

“you — you’re — are you—”

“hi,” you gave him a tired smile, patting at your bedside.

quinn was there immediately.

“you’re awake,” he whispered, hesitantly reaching out for you.

“and you look like you haven’t slept in days,” you responded, taking his hand in yours. you leaned into his touch, savouring the feeling of him next to you. “are you sure you’re okay?”

quinn stared at you, shaking his head to himself in disbelief. “you’re the one in the hospital bed, and you’re asking if i’m okay? i should be asking you that!”

“i’m fine,” you answered. “a little battered, but i’m alright. you on the other hand, you look like you’ve been through hell.”

quinn rolled his eyes, but it was true. he felt like it too. sitting by your side, all night, not knowing when you were going to wake up — it drove him crazy.

“i’m just glad you’re okay,” quinn choked up, pressing a kiss to your intertwined hands.

he’d spent the last day thinking of the worst possibilities, torturing himself. seeing you here, smiling and happy, it made him realize that he couldn’t lose you.

you smiled, leaning forward to place your forehead against his.

“me too,” you whispered.

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callsign-dexter · 8 months

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I'm Fine

Request: hey love I just saw your angst starter sentences list and I don’t know if you are still doing it so if you aren’t just ignore me lol I have a few so you can pick and choose(or if you don’t like any of them you don’t have to do them no pressure)

maybe with Tim Bradford and daughter you could use

-you’ve been crying, i can tell.

Starter- You've been crying, I can tell.

Pairings: Tim Bradford x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, cussing, assault to a minor, hospitals, inaccurate medical talk, abusive coach

Masterlist

miscellaneous angst starters

A/N: Thank you to the person who sent this in! The same request from the same requester that had three different starters. The other two fics can be found here: Jake Seresin x Daughter!Reader and Maverick x Daughter!Reader.

It was rare for Tim Bradford to take a day off but ever since you, his 17-year-old daughter, was born you he had been taking more of them off and you were glad for that. One you got your dad and two he actually had time to wind down and focus on himself along with taking care of himself. He had just arrived home early in the morning, 6:30 AM, on Thursday from work he knew that would be getting up soon and you would be starting your routine of getting ready to go school and then softball practice right after. He started to get your lunch and then he was restocking your cooler with ice and drinks and some snacks that you had in your Trailblazer, once he was done, he picked it up and grabbed your keys and headed out to put it in your trunk so you didn’t have to carry too much at once. When he went back inside, he heard the shower running and smiled. He made himself busy with things in the kitchen and the laundry room where he went and got your practice clothing out and made sure they were dry and then put them in your bag. By the time he was done you had walked down the stairs with damp hair and when you saw him you smiled. “Hey, Dad.” You said and he looked up, smiled as you walked over and hugged him.

“Good morning, Sweetheart.” He said and kissed the top of your head as you buried your face into his chest. “Sleep well?” He asked and you nodded and then released him from the hug.

“Yea, I did. Did you have a good shift?” You asked as you moved to make yourself something to eat as he leaned up against the counter and watched you. “Coffee?” You asked and he shook his head.

“No, thank you. I’m planning on falling asleep as soon as you leave.” He said and you chuckled as you poured yourself some.

“So… have you confessed your love to Lucy yet?” You asked him smirking as you took a sip of your coffee made just how you liked it.

“Y/N.” He said with a warning tone and you rolled your eyes but still smirked.

“Oh, come on. Everyone can see you are in love with her and she is in love with you.” You said and when he didn’t say anything you knew you had won, sort of. You had met Lucy a few months back and saw the immediate heart eyes they had for each other. You and her really clicked.

“Don’t you have to get to school?” He asked as you looked at the stove and set your coffee down.

“Fine. We’re not done talking about this.” You said as you went to collect your backpack, lunch, and softball bag.

“Yes, we are.” He said and again you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever.” You chuckled “I have practice after school.” You said already dreading it because you hated your coach and he tended to overwork your team to the point of any of you getting hurt or sick from the little to none water breaks and the running without stopping and again no water.

“I’ve already packed the cooler and put it in your Trailblazer. Now get going before you're late. Be safe and I love you.” He said and pulled you into another hug and kissed your head again.

“I love you too.” You said and released him from the hug and you were out the door heading to your Trailblazer and off to school.

You had arrived at school, with plenty of time to spare, you parked next to your friend’s, Samantha Nolan, John Nolan’s daughter, your friend and fellow softball team member, 4Runner. You and her have been friends since the start of middle school and often stayed with each other. It was just a coincidence that your father’s worked together. You just sat in your Trailblazer just trying to mentally prepare yourself for the day and what is to come at practice. Lately your wrist and shoulder had been hurting and with you pitching it made it much worse and then batting made it worse. You tried to say something to Coach Theo Morgan about it but he just said to suck it up and deal with it. Your trainer Amanda Fender and assistant Coach Liam Colt just looked on with sorrow in her eyes, she tried to help but Coach Morgan wouldn’t listen to them and would threaten to fire them if they were brought up again. Several parents were complaining about how bad Coach Morgan was and how their children were breaking down to Coach Colt and they had even compensated by pulling their kids from the team. You haven’t told your dad about it because you didn’t like conflict and he had enough on his plate to begin with. You absolutely loved playing softball but lately you’ve been dreading even playing and starting to hate it.

When you looked down at your Trailblazer’s clock and saw it was time to start heading in, you killed the engine and grabbed your backpack and lunch and headed inside. You were quick to meet up with Samantha. You both had pretty much all of the same classes together which helped a lot. “Hey!” She said and hugged you.

“Hey.” You said and winced a little bit when your shoulder moved the wrong way and she frowned when she released you.

“You, ok?” She asked and you shook your head.

“No, my shoulder hurts when I love it a certain way and so does my wrist.” You said and she looked at you as you both began walking to your first class of the day.

“Have you told your dad?” She asked and again you shook your head.

“No, he has enough on his plate. You know how it is.” You spoke

“What about Coach Morgan?” She asked but knew the answer when you gave her a look.

“You know he doesn’t give a shit about us. All he cares about is winning.” You said and she made a face and nodded agreeing with you. “Even if I told Amanda about it, she wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.” You added and again she nodded in agreeing with you. You both arrived at the classroom and went and sat down in your seats, which were right beside each other, and then a few minutes passed and the school day started.

The rest of the day went by quickly, maybe a little too quickly for your liking because now you had to face Coach Morgan and the hell that he was going to put you through. The softball field was just a little bit behind the high school so it was only a short walk to the field. When the last bell rang everyone was let out and you had gone to your Trailblazer along with Samantha, who was parked next to you, and you both traded out your school backpack for your softball gear. You both headed to the locker rooms chatting away. When you arrived, your other teammates were there doing the same thing and everyone greeted each other and then started to complain about how today was going to go and how shitty of a coach that Coach Morgan was.

Once everyone was changed and had grabbed their gear you all were heading down to the field. Everyone started to warm up and had to wait on your coach, who never seemed to care to actually show up on time so your assistant coach, Coach Colt, started your practice. He was a better coach than Coach Morgan because he actually cared about his team members. Practice started easy and it was actually fun then the pitching and batting started and as soon as you threw the first pitch your shoulder screamed in pain and so did your wrist and your pitch was off and this concerned both Coach Colt and Trainer Amanda enough for both of them to walk up to you. “Are you ok?” Coach Colt asked and you nodded not wanting to say anything even though Coach Morgan wasn’t there. They gave you a look and you believed you could trust them.

“No, my shoulder and wrist have been killing me.” You said and they nodded and Trainer Amanda started to press around and when she got to a point you winced and drew back.

“How long has this been going on?” Coach Colt asked

“Since last week.” You said and they gave you a look and a frown “I tried to tell Coach Morgan about it but he just said to suck it up and get on with it.” You added and they had a look of anger on their face.

“Why don’t you go sit down and we’ll get the relief pitcher in.” Coach Colt said and you nodded and went to sit down as your other friend Elizabeth Summers walked up to the pitching mound after giving you a sad smile. You were just glad to have some rest. 30 minutes into the practice Coach Morgan showed up and when he saw you sitting on the bench, he grew furious and stormed over to Coach Colt.

“Why the fuck is Bradford sitting on the bench and not on the fucking pitching mound?” He screamed and everything was silent and everything halted. Nobody liked Coach Morgan and were terrified of him.

“Her pitches were off because her shoulder was hurting and so was her wrist. So, Amanda and I are giving her a rest.” Coach Colt said defending you and trying to keep calm.

“I don’t give a fuck if she’s hurting. You have to work through the pain. No pain, no gain.” Coach Morgan said “I want her back on that pitching mound this instant.” He said and turned to you as you were picking up your glove and heading to the mound looking at Elizabeth who gave you a sympathetic look. You were a great pitcher and because of that you worked harder. They walked away from you to stand on the side “Now begin!” He yelled and you clenched your teeth and got ready to throw the ball already filling your shoulder scream in pain. You took a deep breath and wound up and threw the ball and as you released it tears came to your eyes and they clenched shut but opened them quickly, it had made it to the catcher’s, Samantha, glove like you planned it but it still fucking hurt. Samantha threw the ball back to you. This exercise went on for about 2 minutes just to get you warmed up and each time your shoulder and wrist screamed in pain. “Ok, I want to go onto the next drill!” Coach Morgan yelled “Coach Colt will be hitting the ball to different positions and everyone will be throwing it just like in a game.” He yelled and everyone nodded. You stayed put as well as everyone else as Coach Colt walked up and started the drill. Each time you caught it and threw it your shoulder screamed in pain and you were throwing some wild throws and that just pissed him off. “Time out!” He yelled and stormed over to you and grabbed you by the arm and practically drug you off the field and started laying into you. “What the fuck was that?! It’s like you’re not even trying! You’re supposed to be my best pitcher and you’re pitching like shit! I don’t give a fuck if your injured, you work through the pain!” He yelled and tears stung your eyes. Off in your peripheral vision you could see everyone looking and grouped together. Everyone knew you were hurt and tried to do something but they got punished or threatened to be kicked off the team. You weren’t paying attention to him and that pissed him off “Are you even fucking listening to me?!” He said and shoved you and then grabbed the front of your shirt and got up in your face.

“I am. My shoulder really hurts.” You tried to defend yourself and then he let go of your shirt and you thought it was over but then he raised his hand and slapped you in the face which made you step back and crash into the fence and head hitting the pole, you looked up holding your face and tears actually fell from your eyes.

“I don’t fucking care! How do you expect to become a professional?!” He said and grabbed you again and you were terrified and your face showed it and about that time Coach Colt and Amanda were rushing to your aid and Coach Colt pulled Coach Morgan off of you as Amanda shielded you.

“That is enough. Her shoulder and wrist have been hurting for weeks and you simply ignored her and threatened to kick her off the team if she said anything. That’s right we’ve heard all about it.” Coach Colt said

“That is not an excuse!” Coach Morgan yelled

“Yes, it is. Any more pushing and she could damage her shoulder and wrist for good and she won’t be able to play at all.” Amanda said as she held your crying form. Coach Morgan huffed and stormed off and left. Coach Colt turned to the rest of the team.

“Practice is over. Go home and rest, we’ll let you know when the next practice is.” He said and everyone nodded and started to gather their stuff and head to their cars not bothering to change then he turned to you and Amanda. “Are you ok?” He asked and you shook her head which you must’ve hit because shaking it caused it to throb and you had some blood running from your temple and your ear was ringing. “Here let me see.” He said and put a comforting hand on yours and slowly moved it and he grew angry. You had a handprint from where Coach Morgan had slapped you and his wedding ring must've got you too because you were bleeding from your cheek bone and bruising along with some swelling started to form. “I fucking hate that guy.” He said “You really need to go get checked out.” He added.

“I just want to go home. I’ll get cleaned up there.” You said

“Are you sure? One of us can take you to the hospital.” Amanda said and you nodded “Is anyone home with you?” She asked and you nodded. They knew Tim and Nolan were police officers and knew their schedule.

“Yea, dad is home.” You said in a quiet voice. Just then Samantha walked up with yours and her stuff.

“I’ll make sure she gets home safely.” Samantha said and that made you jump because you didn’t hear her walk up. That concerned them.

“Thank you, Samantha.” Amanda said and she smiled as she threw an arm around your shoulder and began your trek to your cars.

“You are not ok to drive.” She said and you looked at her.

“No, I am. I just want to be home.” You said and she nodded.

“Ok, just take it nice and slow, ok.” She asked and you nodded.

“Ok.” You said as you both put your stuff in your cars and then both got in and started your drive home. As you were getting closer to your house your vision was starting to get blurry with tears and a little bit of double vision was starting. Lucky for you, you had just pulled into your driveway next to your dad’s truck. You killed the engine and started to bawl. After a few minutes you wiped your tears, grabbed your backpack and softball bag and headed inside. You were moving slowly but straightened up and tried to walk normally. You turned the handle of the door and walked in being met with the TV on and your dad in the kitchen. You say your stuff down by the front door and then walk in with your head down and he smiled at you.

“Hey, Sweetheart. How was school?” He asked

“It was good.” You said and he frowned because he noticed how your voice croaked.

��Are you ok?” He asked and you nodded.

“I’m fine. I’m just going to head upstairs and get ready for dinner.” You said and you didn’t give him a chance to say anything as you rushed upstairs. When you got to your room you looked into the mirror and saw the damage, the handprint had darkened and there was more running down your face. Your shoulder and wrist hurt. It wasn’t even 2 minutes later when you heard a knock at your door.

“Can I come in?” He asked

“Yes.” You said as he opened the door.

“Y/N are you ok? You’ve been crying, I can tell.” Tim said

“How can you tell?” You asked with a scratchy voice.

“Your voice croaked like it always does when you’ve been crying. Also, you're my daughter I know these things." He said with a chuckle and you had let out a little one. You had your back to him and when he turned around, he instantly became angry.

“Who the fuck did this to you?” He asked as he walked up to you and gently grabbed your chin to look at you.

“Coach Morgan.” You said quietly

“That son of a bitch. Why did he do this to you?” He asked releasing you.

“My pitches and throws were sloppy because my shoulder and wrist had been hurting for weeks and he got angry and pulled me off the field. He cussed me out and then turned violent and then slapped me hard enough to push me into the chained linked fence hard. His ring cut him and my ear has been ringing ever since. My head hurts too from hitting the pole.” You said and Tim was angry but not at you. He had released your chin when you had begun talking.

“I'm taking you to the hospital and I’m going to take pictures of this and do something about it.” He said and you nodded and he pulled out his phone and began taking pictures of your face. When he was done, he ushered you out of your room and down the stairs to his truck where he was helping you get in and then he got in himself and started the engine, he pulled out of the driveway and started driving towards the hospital.

When you both got there, he made sure to park close by and then he killed the engine he first got out then he walked over and helped you out. On the way to the hospital your vision had doubled, the ringing intensified, and you had become dizzy to the point of almost throwing up. You were almost in the hospital when you suddenly went to the trash can and threw up. “Woah.” He said and rubbed your back after you were done you wiped your mouth and headed inside where he told you to go and sit down. Tim walked up to the front desk and got a forum to fill out. You had told him you were dizzy and having double vision. He walked over and sat down next to you and began filling out what was needed, answering the questions with ease. You leaned against his shoulder on your non-injured side.

“I don't feel good, Daddy.” You said and he turned to look at you. You had turned pale and looked overall exhausted. “Wanna go to sleep.” You said and he shook his head.

“No can do. Not until we get you checked out by the doctor.” Tim said and you nodded trying your best to stay awake. He was quick to fill the rest of it out and stood up causing you to sit up and took the clipboard to the front desk. He went and sat back down and you cuddled into him. Thankfully the ER wasn't that busy and you were getting called back quickly. They were put in a room and then Gino Brown, Jackson West’s boyfriend, walked in and stopped.

“Officer Bradford, pleasure seeing you again.” He said with a smile then turned to you “Y/N, what happened?” He asked as he began taking an assessment and hooking you up to a monitor.

“Coach Morgan hit me and that caused me to slam into a pole.” You said slurring your words.

“He really did a number on you.” He said, “I'm gonna shine a light in your eyes.” He said and you nodded but squeezed your eyes shut from the moment.

“I'm sorry.” You apologized, opening your eyes and he shook his head.

“No worries.” He said and shined a light in your eyes and your pupils were slow to react. He sighed and turned towards your dad but could still see you “I think she has a concussion but I want Dr. Sawyer to confirm.” Gino said and he nodded he was about to leave when you spoke up.

“I think I'm gonna be sick.” You said and they could've sworn you had turned green and Gino was quick to grab a bucket and you threw up. When you were done you were catching your breath when all of sudden your eyes rolled into the back of your head, you tensed, and you began to seize, which was not normal.

“Woah! Ok.” Gino said and was quick to roll you on your side and then instructed Tim to help as he stepped outside “I'm gonna need some help in here!” He yelled out and two other nurses and Dr. Grace Sawyer rushed in.

“What happened?” Grace asked, quickly taking over Tim's place as the other nurses were quick to get an IV in and you hooked up on fluids. “Give a push of Midazolam. Are you ok with us giving her a sedative just to let her brain rest?” She asked calmly and Tim nodded truly scared for his daughter.

“We were talking and she was slurring her words and I was about to come and get you when she got sick. When she was done, she was catching her breath and then her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she started to seize.” Gino said after pushing the medication in and you stopped and then he pushed a sedative in and they saw you visibly relax.

“Get her hooked up to a monitor and get her admitted. I want her to get a CT scan as well.” Grace said and everyone nodded and then she turned to Tim. “Now what happened to make her look like this?” She asked.

“She said Coach Theo Morgan, her softball coach, hit her and that caused her to slam into a pole.” Tim said as she motioned him to walk with her.

“Him. We have had a lot of kids come in with shin splints, stress fractures, broken bones, and concussions. Y/N is the worst case we've had. We've never had one come in slurring words, complaining of dizziness, getting sick, and then seizing.” Grace said as they arrived at the CT scan normally, they wouldn't let anyone in the viewing room but seeing as Tim was a police officer, they let him. They watched the screen scan your brain. “Everything looks good from the scan. The seizure sometimes happens with a concussion. I want to keep her out and here for a few days and recheck in a couple of days.” Grace said and Tim nodded. “I also want to take an x-ray of her shoulder and wrist since it said on her paperwork about them hurting her.” She said and again he nodded.

“Can I get all of this in a report and the others? I'm gonna do something about this once and for all.” Tim asked and Grace nodded.

“Of course. I want this guy to go away.” She said as they moved you out of the CT scan and then they followed you to the x-ray room. They took the x-rays and it turns out that you did have a stress fracture to the wrist and a dislocated shoulder along with a stress fracture in it as well. Tim was outraged. You would need surgery before having your shoulder moved back in place.

When they got you changed into a gown while Tim made some calls. He walked back into your room; he saw you sleeping, he looked over your injuries and grew enraged. It wasn't long until Lucy was knocking on the door and he looked up surprised. Sure, he had texted in a group chat that you had made and he reluctantly was a part of, but he was surprised that anyone had shown up.

“Lucy, what are you doing here?” He asked surprised as he stood and she walked into the room and she hugged him.

“I saw the group chat and figured that you shouldn’t be alone so I came down.” She said and they released from the hug.

“Thank you, that means so much to us.” Tim said and offered her his chair while he grabbed another.

“So, what happened?” She asked and he told her all about it and how this wasn’t Coach Morgan’s first-time harming kids. “That is awful. Are you going to press charges?” She asked and he noted.

“Yes, and I’m going to take him to court. This isn’t his first-time harming kids.” Tim said just then Grace walked back in and smiled and greeted Lucy.

“She’s going to wake up soon. When did she last eat?” She asked

“Last time she ate was in the afternoon at lunch.” He spoke. It was 8 PM now so it had been 8 hrs.

“Since it has been 8 hrs. we can go ahead and run some bloodwork and then get her in surgery in the morning.” Grace said “I just need your permission.” She added.

“You have my permission.” He said and she smiled and nodded.

“Gino will be in here in a minute to take the samples. The sedative should wear off here in an hour.” She said and Tim nodded and she left the room. A few minutes later Gino was walking in and getting samples and then sending them off to the labs.

“He really did a number on her didn’t he?” Lucy asked and Tim nodded

“Yea he did. It pisses me off.” He said and then it fell silent. Like Grace said an hour later you were waking up. Tim and Lucy were up in an instant.

“Daddy?” You asked groggily.

“You’re ok, Sweetheart. You’ve been admitted.” He said and then you looked around and saw Lucy and smiled.

“Lucy.” You said and she smiled and walked over and bent down and kissed your forehead.

“Hey, Mini Tim.” She said and Tim rolled his eyes. You had gotten the name because you were just like your father in more ways than one.

“Sweetheart-” Your dad began “Your shoulder is dislocated and fractured and your wrist has a stress fracture in it. You also have a concussion and you had a seizure.” He told you and you took in the news. “You’re having surgery on it in the morning and staying here for a couple of days.” He said and you looked at him.

“Will I ever be able to play softball again?” You asked

“That’s a question for Grace.” He spoke

“Grace is my doctor?” You asked and he nodded and you smiled.

“Gino is your nurse.” Lucy said and that made you even more happy. A few minutes later Grace and Gino walked in and smiled when they saw you were up.

“It’s good to see you up.” She said “I’m sure your dad already told you what is going on.” She added and you nodded “I ran a CT Scan on you to make sure nothing was damaged after the hit to the pole and there wasn’t anything.” She said “We ran bloodwork and everything looks good and we have you scheduled for tomorrow morning to fix your shoulder. Do you have any questions?” She asked and you nodded.

“Will I ever be able to play softball again?” You asked and she smiled.

“After physical therapy we will reassess but I highly believe that you will be able to.” She said and you smiled.

The rest of the night was filled with talking and then Lucy had to leave and now it was just you and your dad. You stayed up for a little bit longer until you fell asleep and then after he made sure you were good and asleep, he allowed him to sleep your heart monitor luring him to sleep.

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The next morning Tim was being woken up by a knock on the door and Grace and Gino were walking and he smiled. They began talking and that had woken you up. They greeted you and then began the process of talking to you about prepping for surgery and what they planned on doing. After a few minutes they were wheeling you into the prep room and had you count down from 100 and before you got to 88 you were out like a light and they were wheeling you into surgery.

Tim was a nervous wreck; he had let everyone know what was happening and he wasn’t surprised that they had shown up. Wesley, Angela, Nolan, Lucy, Jackson, and Talia had showed up, they asked how it had happened and he told them. He told them how he was going to press charges and take him to court. Wesley said that he would be your lawyer. He also had called your school and let them know what was going on and then he called your assistant coach and trainer and they were down in an instant. They told him that they tried to tell Coach Morgan to back off but they were threatened to be fired and they watched the entire thing happen. Tim told them his plan and they supported him and said they would testify and knew other parents would too.

1 hr. later they were done with surgery and Grace was walking out to them. “Everything was a success and she is to make a full recovery.” She said and she left and Gino and a few other nurses were wheeling you into your room. You were groggy and slept a lot. When you fully woke up you noticed Coach Colt and Amanda there and you smiled.

“Hey.” You said to them and they greeted you back. Every now and then you would nod off and they let you sleep as much as possible and Gino along with other nurses were in and out checking on you. They had put a few screws in your shoulder and fixed your dislocated shoulder.

On your third day of being in the hospital your dad had to leave for a few hours but Lucy said she would stay with you. You both gossiped and you even talked about her being in love with your dad and how he wouldn’t admit it but he was so in love. When your dad came back you both acted like nothing happened but he had his suspicions.

On the fourth day you were finally released and were given instructions on how to take care of your shoulder and what exercises to do to keep your wrist and elbow from locking up. Your dad also told you that he had pressed charges against Coach Morgan and to take him to court as well and he talked with the sports director at school and the principal.

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Court day arrived and you were dressed up and so was your dad. You walked into the courthouse and met Wesely and he hugged you gently. He obtained all the medical records from you and other cases and Tim had given him the pictures he had taken. Court started and it was tough going at first but it was turning in your favor when Wesley presented medical records from you and others along with the pictures and had you along with other team members and passed team members testify along with parents. Coach Colt and Trainer Amanda both testified. It was a long-drawn-out process. There was a break for the jury to decide if he was guilty or not and it didn’t take them long. They came back and gave the judge the verdict and when they said guilty it was all over. Relief washed over you. Wesley turned to you and smiled. Coach Morgan was arrested for harming and putting a minor in the hospital and he was banned from coaching for life. You thanked Wesely profusely. “Thank you so much.” You said and he smiled.

“You’re part of the family and this family sticks together.” He said and then gently hugged you and kissed you head and then left. You and your dad left after talking to the others and Samantha, who had come and testified she also had provided a video that she secretly took and gave it over to evidence. Tim and you sat in the truck and you sighed in relief and he looked over and smiled.

“Everything is going to be ok now. He’s gone and can’t hurt you or anyone else anymore.” He said and leaned over and brought you in for a hug and held your head and kissed it.

“Thank you, dad. For everything.” You said and he smiled.

“Anything for my girl.” He said and then you smirked and he raised an eyebrow.

“So, when are you and Lucy going to get together?” You asked

“Not this again.” He said and you laughed and that made him smile. One of these days you were going to get him to admit it.

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rqgnarok · 9 months

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leave a light on - nolan price

prequel for love you better now, but can be read individually

fandom: law & order, law & order special victims unit

wc: 4,735

warnings: canon presence of injuries, blood, violence, weapons, and hospitals. female reader.

summary: nolan's wife gets shot. he tries and fails to deal with that.

author's note below! masterlist / ko-fi / ao3

Nolan misses Liv’s call thrice before he calls for a recess.

The first two he’s stuck cross-examining the DA’s witness and he doesn’t realize how many times Liv has tried to get him on the phone until the third time she calls. He can’t answer, obviously– Judge MacNamara is lenient but not enough for Nolan to take a call in the middle of the day– but the call goes to voicemail and his screen lights up with Liv’s other attempts to reach him.

He immediately knows it’s bad. And he immediately knows it’s about his wife.

His chest constricts with his panic, breath catching and refusing to enter his lungs as his brain tries to catch up to the situation. The courtroom is suddenly too small and suffocating, his tie a noose around his neck.

It takes McNamara calling his name several times and the DA snidely wondering if the defense needs a minute for Nolan to somewhat snap out of it, pressing on Liv’s contact before the judge finishes adjourning for the day.

“Nolan,” she says, shaky.

Not Price, which is what he’d expect from his wife’s coworker. They’re all friends, sure, but during work hours they fall into the habit of keeping everyone at arm’s length. Not right now, for some reason, and Nolan is tiptoeing the line between fine and about to crumble on the courthouse steps from a knock-out panic attack.

“What happened?” Because something must’ve happened. His wife has one of the most dangerous jobs out there, life-endangering experiences being the norm and coming home not-dead being a good day. But if Liv is calling– if Liv is calling and (Y/N) isn’t…

Nolan has been psyching himself up for this day since (Y/N) first told him about joining the police academy. He’s still somehow not ready.

He will never be ready for this.

Olivia hesitates for a second too long and Nolan’s fear gets the best of him. “Olivia. What happened?”

Her voice cracks at (Y/N)’s name. Nolan grips his briefcase so tightly on the way to the hospital that his hand goes numb, nails digging into the skin of his palm until it’s red and tender.

The knot of anxiety in his belly doesn’t unclench despite the quick, easy ride to the hospital. New York traffic seems to be doing him a favor, but it isn’t the physical distance he’s worried about. That one at least he’s able to cross. There’s nothing he can do if his wife is… if she…

Nolan finds a sea of cops and NYPD blue as soon as he crosses the threshold into Bellevue, worried and talking over each other as they watch over one of their injured own. None of them are familiar faces and his panic increases tenfold, the sound of his heartbeat in his ears drowning out doctors, officers, and detectives.

Suddenly, the sea of people parts for her, and Olivia is in his line of sight, giving Nolan’s brain something to focus on other than the never-ending possibilities of what he might be facing here. She looks disheveled, shirt askew and vest still halfway on; her hair out of place, and her expression haunted, but no blood. There’s no blood on her and it's an important distinction for Nolan to make when she seizes his free hand in hers.

“Nolan,” she says, and her voice sounds like static, just like it did on the phone. It isn’t the line but Nolan’s brain filled with noise, like cotton in his ears and mouth and eyes stopping him from receiving the world clearly. “Nolan, are you okay?”

“What happened?” he asks again. Liv hadn’t explained, not really. She only told him that (Y/N) was hurt and they were taking her to Bellevue. You should come too, she’d said, and should had sounded more like need, which did nothing to soothe Nolan’s raising hackles.

Nolan’s breath stutters. He knows what happened, but he can’t comprehend it. The hand holding his briefcase is shaking. He asks once more when Liv only blinks at him, mouth open and no words coming out. “What happened?”

“We were chasing a suspect via foot,” and Nick’s there, too, by Liv’s side, like an apparition Nolan might’ve conjured. His brows are furrowed, jaw tense. “We caught him mid-rape and separated to cover more ground. No one had mentioned a gun during their disclosures, he wasn’t supposed to be armed.”

“(Y/N) caught up to him first,” Liv continues, voice dry, shaking her head. “He– Shots went off but we didn’t know– he must’ve known we were onto him. Got his hands on a gun after the first wave of assaults.”

Nolan bites the inside of his cheek. He tastes blood and thinks of his wife, and stops.

“She was alone for two minutes tops,” Nolan wonders if Liv thinks she’s being reassuring. “She’d been shot, we called a bus right away.”

“Where?” Nolan asks tightly.

Liv blinks. Nick answers, “What?”

“Where, where in her body was she shot, how–” he struggles for a full breath and only comes out half successful. “How bad is it?”

Silence.

“Did you– did you not see her?” he wonders, biting. Nolan turns back and forth between his wife’s coworkers, losing his patience. “Were you there, was she– Jesus, Liv, how bad is it?”

“The bullet hit her chest,” Nolan loses all fiery, defensive passion right then and there. His own heart stops for a second, or at least that’s what it feels like when his chest is engulfed by a pressing ache that numbs him all over.

“They took her straight into surgery,” Nick continues when Nolan doesn’t say anything to that, unable to leave his partner to the wolves. “Liv rode with her in the ambulance but there wasn’t– it’s in their hands now. They’re taking care of her, pal, okay? She’s getting help.”

Where was the help when she was alone chasing after a fucking criminal, where the hell were you, huh he wants to say; wants to shout and curse and point and make a scene, but the words get stuck in his throat and in the next blink he finds himself seated in the waiting room, still surrounded by cops.

God, Nolan thinks, pressing his fingers to his tightly closed lids. When, in their fifteen years of knowing each other, could he have seen this coming? The bright-eyed, furiously righteous kid halfway through law school and the pretty girl who took one of his classes as an elective, only to completely destroy one of his classmates during a debate that made up half their grade.

Nolan had watched, mouth barely open in amazement as quiet, back-of-the-class (Y/N) didn’t flinch while delivering the final blow and bringing her team to victory. She snuck out before he could talk to her– do something stupid like congratulate her with stars in his eyes and an invitation for coffee on his tongue, but it didn’t matter.

It didn’t matter because the next weekend his roommate dragged him to a party and she was there, she was everywhere now that Nolan was unconsciously looking out for her. He ran into her in the hallways from one class to another, in the library, at parties and restaurants. It was like the world was screaming at him here! Here, look this way! Here it is, the rest of your life waiting for you! All you gotta do is look!

He’d been there for hours already, bored and annoyed out of his mind when he saw her across the room. After nursing the same red cup of warm beer and looking at his watch every couple of minutes, calculating the appropriate time to bail he saw her. She’d been leaning against a wall, her expression changing from concealed humor to disbelief to a laugh that had her hiding behind her hand, entertained by whoever she’d been speaking to.

Who it was, Nolan doesn’t remember. He doesn’t even think about the cliche of it all, how the world faded when their eyes locked across the room and (Y/N) gave him a smile, shy, shrugging and turning back to her conversation.

The funny pressure on his chest didn’t dissipate when he finally got a chance to exchange words with her. After the final exam, Nolan left the lecture hall and sat heavily on a bench by the door, catching his breath from the adrenaline of a month worth of study finally being over.

(Y/N) was there, too, smiling sheepishly up at him as she crouched against the wall, elbows on her knees. Her expression brims with shy recognition as she nods. “How’d you do?”

She was talking about the exam. Nolan’s embarrassed to this day by the time it took for him to catch up. His cheeks were flushed when he answered. “I’m, uh, not flushing out yet, I hope.”

“You don’t sound too sure.”

“Ask me after I’ve slept some 12 hours,” he sighed, messing nervously with his hair. “Things usually seem less dire by then.”

“Would some coffee do the trick?” and Nolan didn’t know it then, but (Y/N) was nervous, bravery swelling inside her chest as she asked him for the first day of the rest of their lives. In the end, she’d been the one to catch up to all the signs, all the serendipitous opportunities to finally end up where they were supposed to.

“Coffee can work,” Nolan, young and eager, said slowly. He couldn’t stop grinning, high with lack of sleep and the attention of a pretty girl. “You’re buying?”

“It’s only fair,” she shrugged, but there was something giddy about her expression that he still sees in her face to this day sometimes, bright and young. “You look like you’re about to drop dead.”

“And I still seem like worthy company?”

“I think we can pull a few good hours out of you yet,” a few hours, a few years; Nolan will be as sleepless as he was then on his wedding day out of pure excitement. They’ll have spent the night before the ceremony talking on the phone while they slept in separate rooms because their friends are sentimental little fucks like that and wouldn’t let him even kiss her goodbye before the big day.

He’d described the few hours apart as agony in his vows, had made the crowd laugh and (Y/N) cry with the sentiment, and he wishes he hadn’t now. He shouldn’t have said a damned thing, shouldn’t have manifested any sort of agony into their lives because now the illusion cuts off sharply, and then he’s back in the waiting room, a nurse calling (Y/N)’s name while he plays with his wedding ring and bites the inside of his cheek, staring blankly into the hallway.

Liv’s still there for some reason, as are some other officers and Amaro, while the others hunt down the man who landed their friend in the hospital. Munch had snapped at the Captain when he told him he couldn’t stay. Fin had to lead Amanda out of the hospital by the shoulders, too stricken to do it herself.

Liv and Amaro stand when they hear the nurse but it takes Nolan a few moments to gather himself back together enough to pay attention. She tells them, gently, “She’s out of surgery. She lost a lot of blood, but only some of the bullet’s fragments hit her heart. It was touch and go but the doctor was able to extract all of them.”

Nolan’s lungs open up and he gets the first full breath washing over his body since Liv called. He must make a sound, because the attention in the room shifts to him, suffocating and inquisitive. His vision blurs for a second, not because of tears but adrenaline, his heartbeat pumping in his ears.

“She’s extremely lucky,” she continues, and she’s looking right at Nolan when she says this, like it's supposed to help. Like that’s what luck means, almost-but-not-quite bleeding out while your heart is stitched up back together. “Most people with injuries like this don’t even make it past the ambulance.”

Nolan closes his eyes in anguish. He presses his closed fists against his forehead, elbows on his knees, back hunched. It’s almost like he’s trying to disappear into himself, away from the image of an ambulance opening its doors when arriving at the hospital only to be met with his flatlining wife, the sound echoing through his brain and overriding every other of his senses.

“There’s still a long way to go,” she continues, softer, realizing she’s hit a nerve. She turns to Liv and Nick, who are paying rapt attention even as Nick walks close to him to put a hand on Nolan’s shoulder, tight and steady. “She won’t wake up anytime soon. Her body needs rest and to recuperate from the most acute of her injuries. And the doctor would like to talk about next steps once she does.”

Next steps, Nolan thinks. Next steps, the only next steps he’s aware of are those that lead to his wife, the nurse walking him to her room. Olivia and Amaro trail behind him like a couple of guard dogs, standing alert for any sign of Nolan backing out or collapsing into his grief.

He just might. He feels queasy, nauseous with exhaustion and worry. But then he sees his wife, and, really, nothing else matters.

“Sweetheart,” he says, devastated, walking to her bed across the hospital room. “Oh, honey.”

Despite his eagerness to touch her, Nolan flails when (Y/N)’s finally within arms reach. She looks asleep for one blissful, hopeful moment, but then Nolan blinks and the light settles; the ashiness of her skin, the uncomfortable placing of her body, the blank expression devoid of dreams or nightmares or consciousness.

He’d usually be embarrassed to have a witness to such a personal display of affection, but not even Liv and Nick standing tall at the door can stop Nolan from eventually cupping (Y/N)’s face in his hands and kissing the apple of her cheek, lingering and gentle. He’s afraid of touching the rest of her, of jostling her too badly, but the steady noise of the heart rate monitor is a constant, loud reminder that (Y/N) won’t fall apart that easily.

Liv and Nick linger behind him, talking quietly amongst themselves in sharp whispers. It might or might not be an argument, and in Nolan’s mind it feels like both an eternity and a couple of seconds. He would kick them out if he could gather the energy to care about it. Eventually, Benson takes a few apprehensive steps into the room, seemingly having lost whatever fight she and her partner were having.

“We’re on our way out,” she murmurs. “There’s a lead on our guy, the Captain’s calling us all back to the precinct. But if there’s anything…”

She trails off. Nolan doesn’t answer, studies instead the bridge of (Y/N)’s nose and the shape of her eyebrows, tries to count her eyelashes and catalog the bruises on her face. Liv sighs defeatedly and reaches for him.

“Whatever you need,” Liv says firmly with a hand on his arm. Still, her steady presence is undermined by the way she keeps looking at (Y/N) like she’s already attending a funeral. Nolan suddenly can’t stand her, even if she rode the ambulance with (Y/N) to the hospital and kept her semi-conscious until the doctors took her off her hands. “We’re here for you, alright? All of us, Nolan. I’m serious.”

“Thanks,” he says, voice rough and cracked from swallowing down his panic and tears. He clears his throat but it does little to clear up his words. “Thank you, Liv. For everything.”

Her lips tighten in an unpleased line, but she nods and leaves the room with one last squeeze to his shoulder. He’s being ungrateful, the fact doesn’t escape him. Liv’s the one who found her, who held her hand in the ambulance before they drove her off to surgery. Nolan owes Benson his life.

The thought alone makes him so nauseous he has to clench his eyes shut, jaw tight, entire body trembling. God, what would he have done? What will he do, if something happens to (Y/N)? She isn’t out of the woods yet and if something goes wrong, if her body decides to cave in, if the wound gets infected, if there’s something they didn’t catch, if, if, if, if–

He lifts his head and catches his wife’s face, lax and motionless. Once again, the panic settles. He hasn’t gotten the chance to let it unfold the way it needs to.

“I finally got you on your own,” Nolan says, soft, careful not to disturb the semblance of peace in the room. (Y/N) doesn’t answer, no matter how badly Nolan wants her to. “You’re very popular. A tough one to find these days, you know.”

She wasn’t even supposed to be in today. Cragen had called mere hours after they’d gone to bed– at the same time for the first time in weeks– and Nolan had done his best to stay up after the phone rang and (Y/N) began quickly getting ready. She’d kneeled next to his side of the bed and Nolan had leaned in to kiss her without thought, an automatic notion he wishes he’d paid more attention to now.

I’ll call you when I can, she nudged her nose against his temple before pressing a kiss there. Nolan had already been half asleep at that point. Love you.

Love you back, Nolan mumbled, jutting his chin forward blindly. One more.

He continues as if (Y/N) had spoken. “You’ve got half of the NYPD out there waiting on you. The nurses are rioting, but I don’t think anyone’ll leave until you wake up.”

Nolan’s voice loses the battle, it breaks right at the end of his sentence and so does his composure, eyes burning with tears that for some goddamned reason just won’t fall.

“Please,” he begs to the sky, to God, to no one. “Please, please, please. Wake up.”

He presses his forehead to his wife’s limp hand maybe a little too harshly. Even if the skin is cold and her grip is nonexistent, the relief the touch brings Nolan has him sobbing.

An hour ago she was in surgery, out of reach and sight even if she was already getting help.

Three hours ago she was bleeding out in some alleyway in Queens, struggling for her radio to call for help. Seven hours ago she was kissing him goodbye, smiling against his mouth despite the dark nature of the sudden case because Nolan kept pulling her in for one more kiss.

One more, one more, one more, his pleads begs now. Wake up and give me one more, sweetheart, come on now.

“Please, honey,” he whispers, wet and nasal with emotion. “I’m not ready for this. I’m not ready yet, I didn’t– I don’t–”

The words don’t come. Nolan chokes, holds (Y/N)’s hand in his own, and breathes, breathes, and breathes.

—

Life moves on.

Nolan doesn’t cry. God knows why, but he can’t, his body on automatic while his mind solely focuses on (Y/N)’s condition. The nurses know him by name and he makes record time to the apartment and back to the hospital for showers and quick naps, some food for the little appetite he has.

He doesn’t even think to be offended when his boss places him on indefinite leave. Nolan can’t bring himself to care, he would’ve stacked up every sick day and vacation time available to stay at (Y/N)’s side as much as he could anyway.

The squad offers to stand guard almost daily, which Nolan appreciates, but his object permanence has gone to shit. Whenever he doesn’t have eyes on (Y/N) his panic rises again like a tidal wave, never quite crashing but dwindling whenever he sits next to her at the hospital, hand on her ankle or arm or somewhere he can easily look for her pulse, weak but steady.

It’s desperate, he knows, and more than a little pathetic, but Nolan feels like he’s allowed. Until (Y/N) wakes up to tell him he’s been worrying over nothing he will do as he pleases.

He talks to her. It’s another coping method that borders on delusion but no one has called him out of it yet. Not even Liv and Amaro, who have caught him more than once speaking quietly into the lull of the hospital room, holding his wife’s hand and drawing soothing motions with his thumb against her skin.

Mom drove into the steps again. The ones in the driveway? They were already loose from last time and now she has Dad driving through every Home Depot in North Carolina to find the right match.

Jill sends her best. Last time I saw her she was talking my ear off about her kid’s college fund. Apparently her husband lost half of it during Tuesday night with the boys, whatever that means.

Munch says he owes you 20 bucks from the Giants game from two weeks ago? Which is weird, because you haven’t watched a full game since, like, ‘02. Not like you’re missing anything, but still, your accuracy to outsmart Munch in his own line of work is pretty outstanding.

It helps. Or it helps enough; whenever he ventures over what they’ll do once she’s awake and at home together the illusion breaks and so does Nolan’s voice. He trails off, feeling foolish, the weight of his delusion pressing on his chest.

“It’s not silly,” Munch tells him during one of his visits, the book he’s been reading to (Y/N) resting on his lap. “It’s helpful and it doesn’t hurt anyone. You’re talking to your wife. If I’d done more of that back in my day then maybe I’d still be married.”

“To which one?” Nolan asks, his lips tingling with the want to almost smile.

Munch points at him as if saying yahtzee. “Exactly.”

He’s so sure it calms Nolan more than you’d expect. So far Munch is the only other person who talks about (Y/N) like she’s still alive and thus, the only one who doesn’t make inexplicable helpless rage wash over Nolan whenever they’re in the same room.

He’s the one with him when (Y/N) wakes. She does so in a panic, waking Nolan up from his uncomfortable sleep in the chair next to her bed. It’s a sudden flail after another as her heart rate monitor goes crazy and she doesn’t answer any call of her name, terrified and in pain.

It’s awful. Nolan doesn’t think he’ll ever forget how she almost tears at her stitches mid her panic while doctors and nurses gather around her and kick Nolan out with quick accuracy. There’s nothing he can do to help and he knows it, but he’s never supposed to be in a position in which he can’t help her.

He’s doomed to watch from a glass window, helpless, as his wife suffers without anyone to reach out to.

She woke up but had to be sedated, a nurse tells him after, it’s normal for patients to be unaware of their surroundings after waking up from long periods of unconsciousness. We still haven’t been able to determine neurological damage, so we’ll have to wait until it wears off.

“Kid, kid, hey,” Munch says, oddly alarmed after coming back from the cafeteria with two coffees and finding Nolan sitting outside (Y/N)’s room, crying into his knees. “What’s wrong, what happened? I was gone for fifteen minutes–”

Nolan tries to explain but the words get caught up in his throat, his grief taking over his sense of logic. She woke up, he meant to say. She woke up and she didn’t know where she was and I stood by like an idiot to watch her suffer.

After he’s talked down from a panic attack he says, voice a mere croak. “She woke up. They don’t know– but she woke up.”

Munch sighs, visibly relieved as he squats next to Nolan, squeezing his shoulder in support. “Good. That’s good, hey– Nolan. That’s good, okay? That’s one step closer to getting her back. This is good.”

He repeats those words to himself like a mantra. This is good, this is good, this is good, and doesn’t dare to close his eyes for something other than blinking until (Y/N)’s conscious. It’s hours later, deep into the night when she opens her eyes again, groggy and disoriented, blinking into the dark hospital room.

“Honey,” he says, quiet and so, so relieved. (Y/N) doesn’t appear to hear him and a flash of fear seizes his heart. He presses the button and calls for a nurse, edging closer to the bed. “(Y/N/N). Hey, honey, you with me?”

Arduously slowly, (Y/N) follows the sound of his voice. She blinks at him, gulping and saying, dry as the Sahara. “Nole.”

It’s the most glorious thing he’s ever heard. The smile that pulls at his mouth is unconscious, ripped from him almost against his will. He goes to touch her face, hands shaky and reverent. “Yeah. Yeah, sweetheart, it’s me.”

He offers her a drink and grips her hand all through the nurse’s examination, which she passes with flying colors. While she’s tinkering with her IV, (Y/N) asks him, “Bellevue?”

“Yeah,” he says grimly, thumb rubbing soothing motions against her skin, trying to infuse some warmth.

“Shot?” she wonders next.

Nolan hesitates. “You don’t remember?”

“Guessin’,” she slurs, tired, blinks getting longer each time she closes her eyes.

The nurse pipes up then with the same explanations she’s given Nolan the past few weeks: the bullet to her heart, the long-lasting surgery, and the even longer coma. (Y/N) nods in all the right places but her head rests against the pillow and her expression remains blank, like she’s not retaining any information.

“Anyone… else?” she asks.

“No,” Nolan responds, watching how tension falls off her frame when he confirms this fact. He wishes he felt the same, a selfish part of him wishes it had been someone else; Liv or Amaro or Fin here in this hospital bed instead of his wife. It’s true, even if the thought is followed by guilt. “No, everyone’s fine, honey. Working their asses off and worried out of their minds, but okay. It’s just you.”

(Y/N) hums and then promptly falls back asleep, breaths settling into an even rhythm. It’s then that his eyes water and his tears fall on the scratchy hospital sheets where (Y/N) lays. Oh, Nolan thinks, almost surprised by them. So this is what it takes.

Nolan bows his head and lets himself cry in silence. His breath keeps hitching, and the nauseating feeling of panic he’s been nursing for weeks finally explodes. He can’t feel his hands and feet, body numb all over.

The next time he looks up, hours later, is because (Y/N)’s reaching to touch his face, tender and shaky. He snaps to attention like a soldier called to his battalion, but there’s no trouble chasing after them, no bad thing happening for once. They’re okay, alone and safe in her hospital room while nurses and doctors and visitors keep passing by just outside the door.

“You haven’t slept,” (Y/N) croaks out as she drops her hand from where she’d been gently pressing at the bags under Nolan’s eyes, tired from that simple movement. Her chest rises and falls with breaths that are a little too labored, but her eyes are fixed on her husband, worried. “Nole.”

It almost makes him smile: (Y/N) worrying about other people while she lies with a hole in her heart on a hospital bed. Nolan would laugh if he were sure it wouldn’t immediately turn into crying again, but there’s nothing funny about this. Nothing.

“‘m alright,” he promises, weak and croaky and wet from previous cries. (Y/N) looks a little too out of it, but also like she doesn’t believe him for a moment. He amends: “I will be. And so will you. You’re gonna be okay, honey.”

happy new year!!! i wanted to start the year giving you a little something after being so absent the last couple of months and i've had this piece in my drafts for ages! it was originally waaay longer but i thought i'd end it on a happy note and maybe make a part two if anyone's interested?

anyway! i hope you guys enjoy what has become one of my favorite pairings to write and i hope you had a good time last night and a great 2024! thank you for reading!

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weebsinstash · 10 months

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I just have to say I'm absolutely loving your yandere Thragg & Nolan stuff! Keep it up & I hope you have a nice day!! ♡

Thank you! And, also, gonna be using this post to talk about more yandere Thragg stuff because I was refreshing my knowledge on the comics and my YTShorts feeds are now filled with Invincible lore recommendations and, jesus I forgot how fucking nasty this man is

first off I'm using this image to just help kind of visualize how much of a unit this man is. Like. He's probably something crazy like 6'6 at the very shortest, maybe like 6'8, 6'9. But. Um. He's scary. He's tough. Viltrumites get tougher the longer they're alive and he's, not THE oldest Viltrumite but, maybe he's in like the top 10? But I think there's only something like an odd, less than 50 number of pure blooded Viltrumites left anyways lmao

Which is then my transition to "dealing with yandad Thragg as his child could be an absolute nightmare especially if you don't have powers"

Dying on my hill of "even if you do have powers he's super fucking possessive over who you're choosing as a mate or even just dating" because there's layers of 1. He has his own massive ego and your actions reflect on him and anyone you bring into the family will benefit from his lineage and achievements and he's defensive about who reaps those bounties or may even be suspicious of political intentions 2. If he hypothetically does let you date he needs to pre approve them first and I'm sure you can imagine how that goes and 3. .... you're his widdle baby, can't you spend more time with dad :( shut up about finding love, why can't you crush skulls with him? "Child why can't we go slaughter alien civilizations together like we used to 😩"

The last paragraph made me think of "Thragg with a child Reader who's actually a really spunky tough kid and he like is so proud of you and you guys have like An Actually Good Relationship (for Thragg's capacity to love anyways) but as you get older you start having ideological differences and you want more freedom but he just wants you to be Daddys Favorite Little Killing Machine for the rest of your life". Like you're just giving Thragg the cold shoulder because he won't let you leave the planet without his personal escort anymore and meanwhile here's thragg hovering over you with his arms crossed, internally scowl-pouting as he remembers The Good Old Days when you were like 6 and ran up to him, "Dad, Dad, look!! this is a note from my teacher praising me for how well I beat up another student! She says I'm 'extremely proficient at bludgeoning'! Did I do a good job?" "You did an EXCELLENT job. It says here the boy needed medical attention." "Yeah, he had to be sent to the hospital! His legs were totally bent the wrong ways! He shouldnt have tried to steal my toy!" "Fine work; you should never allow anyone to take what is yours. We shall feast tonight in celebration." And he pet your hair and you flew up to his chest height to give him a crushing hug. And nowadays you're like. The Viltrumite equivalent of being in your early adult years and everything is extremely cold and impersonal and you call him nothing other than Grand Regent and he "maybe" just wants his eager confident prideful Affectionate child back because all he has now is. A child that hates him and will barely make eye contact with him and will never accept his praise or medals for your achievements.

Like imagine being a notoriously powerful Viltrumite and you're actually widely accepted but him being controlling of you throughout your childhood eventually gave you a complex. Thragg summons you to like praise you for like, subjugating a nearby galaxy, and asks what you would like for a reward, and you just coolly reply some shit like "There's nothing you could offer that I want, Grand Regent" like you hate him so much you don't even want gifts from this man

AND THE DELICIOUS DRAMA OF, imagine if he finds out that while you hate him and want nothing to do with him, maybe you've become extremely attached to Nolan or some other older father figure in his place

THE SHIT THAT GOES DOWN IF THRAGG EVER HEARS YOU CALL NOLAN OR ANYONE ELSE "DAD" like the cosmic level beef that goes on, the BLOODSHED. Jesus. Imagine being on Earth and you've got Dad Nolan or he's like declared himself your dad/mentor and he sees you bonding with another human male who's a father figure and you call that man dad, like. That man is going missing and Uncle Sam is erasing his existence from the records just, gone.

Side note actually, idea for something yandere viltrumites do with a viltrumite/hybrid reader: loving to bear hug you super hard? Like almost painfully but they won't break anything. Just. Imagine yandad Nolan or Thragg or Mark with like, a lil sibling/ child/ age regressed Reader or whatever and you're having like, hugging contests to see who can hug the hardest, and play wrestling shit idk. Imagine the infamously grumpy genocidal Thragg and then here's his like 4 year old wanting to play wrestle and trying to pin him and you're no match for him of course but like it's not, real, he's "gently" deflecting you or breaking your hold but still actually praising you in that, Thragg dad way, "your stance is too weak to take down an opponent of my size, but you're improving" " your siblings usually tire by now; you seem to have more endurance than most of my other children your age. Excellent" and then your little baby mouth gives him a kiss on the cheek and he has to go subjugate another planet to feel manly again.

I feel like yandad Thragg and Nolan are unironically those characters that are like, they could be in the middle of a war zone and they're easily winning and you go upstairs to see what they're thinking about, surely they're thinking about something serious, and it's just "I need to hurry this up and get back to my child" or "I wonder what my little warrior is doing right now" like straight up like the father from Father I Don't Want This Marriage

Yandere Thragg and Nolan are all "oh it's part of the Viltrum way to mate and procreate and boost our numbers" and Reader comes along "hey dad this is my new boyfriend--" and suddenly they turn into like, Christian fundamentalists. "Um actually that Viltrumite male is even older than I am 🤓 you are still so young and should be enjoying the fruits of your youth 🤓 you are too young to have children"

I feel like though like if you ever did manage to sneak off and get pregnant or get someone else pregnant that, specifically Nolan would adore his new grand baby and would do anything for this chubby cutie 🥺❤️ also imagine the horror if he's not even your blood dad, just obsessive self proclaimed stalker yandere shit, but you can't run away from him and he's finds you and your baby and instantly declares himself grandpa, like. Now you have to worry about protecting yourself and your baby from "PawPaw"

So like. Future spoilers I guess? Not super significant in my opinion, but, there's a period of time where there's like a truce of sorts between Earth and Viltrum, right, to keep it vague and less spoiler heavy. Imagine being like, Nolan's kid, or adopted kid, or like, neighbor who turned out to be a hybrid that he yoinked into his house or whatever, and like, after there's been some fighting, Thragg is impressed with your strength and potential and seems to be scouting you out a little. Now you've got TWO older Viltrumite males trying to father you, "my apologies Grand Regent but I was just about to take this one out to teach them how to fly better" "that is unnecessary; i shall be the one to tutor the youngling" meanwhile you're just like uhhhhh I'm not actually a big fan of how EITHER of you treat me-"

bruhhhh all hell breaks loose when you finally lose it and fly straight off the planet to try and start a new life elsewhere without them cuz then these two are TEAMING UP and they're feeding into each other, "I bet they were convinced to leave by that one male, the one who we had to warn before" "and that's why you're weak Nolan. I wanted to kill him but you didn't want to hurt the youth's feelings, and now what's happened? They're probably eloping as we speak" "no, I won't make the same mistake twice. He'll die a slow death"

You're on like some alien planet surrounded by like simple little ewoks or some shit who treat you like a water god because you dug a well for them or something and here comes Thragg and Nolan touchdown slamming onto the planet's surface and leaving craters behind, scaring the birds, the animals, your new little cute alien friends huddling behind you for protection, and you're getting SCOLDED SCOLDED. like one minute your new little like moogle friend is teaching you how to bake some kind of bread and the next minute, "AND JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOURE DOING HERE" and you're jumping to see two pissed pissed PISSED Viltrumites

"O-oh, uh, I thought I made it clear when I left--"

"The only thing that you've made clear is that you're too unpredictable and naive to be left alone"

"What were you THINKING?! You could've gotten lost, hurt, captured, or worse! And leaving Viltrum for, what?! Are these your pets? We can enslave a few and take them with us if you like em so much"

"If you EVER leave without my permission as Grand Regent again I'll reduce whatever backwater rock you stumble off to into nothing more than rubble floating through the stars, is that understood?"

"..."

"Answer him!"

'*sigh* yes, sirs"

"That's FATHER to you"

" - and Dad!"

#yandere invincible #yandere x reader #sinprompts #yandere stuff #these two always at each othsrs throats and then one day you just catch them sitting down talking about you #bonding over their. uh. attachment and surveillance of you

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borbygorlinbbqworld · 5 months

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Thanks, Boss

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The idea of returning to work had been a looming dark cloud at the back of Kate's mind for the last month. Her maternity leave was over, which meant leaving her babies behind.

She had never expected quadruplets--who did, after all? But they had all been born healthy, and all with voracious appetites. Since the price of formula had sky-rocketed, she had had no choice but to nurse them and pump.

"Pump?" her mother had asked when she told her. "You mean there's still some left in there after feeding four kids?!"

It had been so hard to explain that her pregnancy had made her mammaries go absolutely haywire. In addition to expanding to exorbant proportions, they always seemed to be in hyper production mode when it came to milk.

It meant her massive breasts always felt incredibly full and heavy. During the day, it had been fine because she was able to nurse frequently, but the moment her babies went to sleep for the night, her breasts basically had to be pumped constantly or else she would leak all through the night.

She was no idea how she was going to make it through her first day back at work.

Sitting in her car in the lot, she listened to the hum of the pumps getting out as much milk as possible before she had to go into the office. She hadn't planned to pump before work, but as it was, the biggest bra she owned had started to overflow with her expanding cleavage on the drive in. So rather than let them leak through her shirt, Kate popped the pumps on, changing them to the highest setting.

She reached into the box where she'd stored the empty bottles to be used at the lunch time pumping session, only to find the box was empty. She whipped around, accidentally slamming one her her breast against the car horn.

How on earth was it only 8:50 AM, and she had managed to fill all fifteen bottles?

With a worry, she watched as the last of the bottles still attached to the pump filled up. She turned it off and capped the bottles, placing them with the others in the electric cooler sitting in her passenger side seat.

Though the pumping session--15 bottles worth!--had given her some relief, she knew it wouldn't last long; she certainly wasn't anywhere close to empty.

Kate got out of the car, doing her best to shove her uncooperative, swollen breasts back into a bra that still felt too small. She buttoned up her white shirt, ignoring the huge gaps between buttons her swollen chest caused.

She was just working on the last stubborn button when she heard a familiar voice.

"Jesus, Kate..."

She looked up to see her coworker Todd standing a foot from her, slack-jawed. Unsurprisingly, his gaze was transfixed to her huge cleavage.

Her face flushed, and in her embarrassment, the button popped completely off her shirt. "H-Hi..."

It took Todd a while to respond.

"You umm... damn... those are..." He picked his lips, keeping his gaze transfixed upon her breasts.

"I know. Pregnancy really changes your whole body..." Though it was true for a lot of women, the same couldn't be said about Kate. Her body had pretty much gone exactly back to the way it was, save for now basically being a milk factory.

Finally, Todd looked away, if only to adjust himself so that his erection wasn't as obvious. "Breastfeeding twins I guess, right?"

"Quadruplets."

"Jesus Christ..." he breathed. A red hue crept across his face, and he had to adjust himself again. "I mean, you already had huge tits. Now, you're like..." He snuck a look down at them again. "What, a J cup?"

If only.

"An M..."

He smirked and swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bouncing. "M for Mega Mommy Milkers I guess... come on, let's go. We'll be late."

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Kate stood before everyone in the lunch room, her face ablaze. Her coworkers were all men, and every single one of their gazes was trained on her engorged breasts.

The only person who didn't make her feel uncomfortable was her boss, Nolan. Tall and quiet, it would have been easy to mistake him for shy or weak willed. But he ran the company like a tight ship.

"Please make Kate feel welcome back after her maternity leave." He smiled out at his workers. "And if anyone should need a refresher on our sexual harassment policy, I would be glad to assist."

Kate heaved a sigh of relief. He had always been a good boss, looking our for people, and now--

A button from her blouse shot from her shirt, shooting across the room. Another followed, and another as her breasts tried to burst from her top.

She scrunched her eyes shut, partially in pain from engorgement and partially because she didn't want to look at the drooling men in front of her anymore.

'I'm so fucking full of milk... I really need to pump...' she anguished in her head. Though she could feel her nipples ache for release, her break was so far away. Even if it wasn't, she had already used up all her empty bottles; where would she put all of it?

"Kate, why don't you come to my office for some privacy so you can pump?"

Nolan's deep timber was polite as always; he was such a sweet angel. Grabbing her bag with the pumps in it, she made her way from the lunch room to her boss's office. Her breasts swayed and sloshed this way and that with every step she took, milk dampening her teats.

"I'm so sorry," she confessed, sitting down on the couch in his office.

Without the buttons on her shirt, she knew he could see the blue veins on her massive mammaries that indicated how full she was. Even more so, she realized her bra barely fit anymore; more than half her areolas poked out from behind the bra's desperate attempt at coverage.

"It's fine. You're a new mother, it happens."

She beamed back at him. How lucky she was to have such an understanding boss. "Thank you..."

"I noticed you didn't bring any bottles in though." He ducked into the small closet deside the water cooler.

"Y-Yeah, I sort of... used them all up already..."

He emerged from the closet with two empty 5 gallon jugs normally used for water coolers. "Will these do? Ordinarily I would say they'd be overkill, but you do nurse quadruplets... You must produce an incredible amount of milk."

Kate was too grateful and relieved to pay much mind to the embarrassment. She took the giant jugs from him and placed them on each side of her on the couch as Nolan sat down at his desk.

But rather than stare at her expanding and near-bursting mammaries, he looked down at his laptop and worked.

He didn't even glance over when she hoisted her one breast out of the bra to hook the pump on. Soon, the room filled with the relaxing hums of the pumps working on overtime. Her milk drained into the water jugs as she leaned back on the couch and watched her broad shouldered boss work.

He was so calm, and made her feel so comfortable...

'I want him to put his babies in me.'

Her clit throbbed at the idea she never knew she could concoct. But as she continued watching him, the ache of her breasts slowly subsided.

Finally, after two hours, she felt something she'd never experienced before. She pulled the pump away, and her teat didn't even drip.

She was actually empty!

Cleaning her supplies up, she eyed the 5 gallon jugs that were both nearly filled to the brim. "I guess all that milk was really in me..."

Nolan looked up, and flashed her a smile that made her weak. "It's definitely a lot. Do you need to keep it for your babies?"

"N-No..." Despite the major pump session, she knew she would be full by the time she got home. "Do you want me to dump it, or--"

Nolan got to his feet and placed a cap on one of the jugs. Removing the old one from the water cooler, he placed the uncapped one in its place. The machine made air bubbles pop to the surface of the milk as it seaped downward. With a flick of his finger on the trigger, Nolan filled a paper cup up with milk.

He raised it to her, smiling. "Cheers."

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🐮❤️

#breast expansion #lactation kink tw #tw lactation kink #massive breasts #smut #huge natural melons #huge cleavage #mommy milkers #writing #big tiddy committee

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elliebyrrdwrites · 6 months

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Dramione And Theo

I should be resting. But, here is another blurb instead.

Draco’s finger slid along the rim of the porcelain mug. He watched the slight tilt of it atop the plate, the dark liquid inside sloshed against the side, threatening to spill over.

He considered the offer laid out in front of him. There were little details given as he listened to the calm, sure voice of his long time friend and partner. It was tempting, of course. What would be more exhilarating than managing to take what didn’t belong to him?

He looped his index finger into the fine porcelain handle and lifted the mug to his lips. He hesitated to take a sip, leveled Theo Nott with a bored look.

“What’s the target?”

Theo Nott ran a hand down the front of his shirt. The perfectly starched and pressed shirt needing no adjustment. But Theo was avoiding Draco’s stare.

“A vault.”

“What is inside of the vault, Theo?”

“Four hundred thousand galleons.”

Draco’s lips pulled down. A successful job consisted of more than just one man. The more men, the smaller the cut.

“What else is in the vault?” Draco took a sip of his espresso.

Theo fidgeted, his nose crinkled in annoyance.

Draco smirked and set his mug back down. “It must be something special.” He tore a corner of his croissant and tossed it into his mouth.

“Look, it’s not what you think.” Theo sat back in his seat, running his hands through his mop of brown wavy hair.

Draco swallowed his bite. “You don’t know what I think.” But the corners of his mouth continued to pull as he fought a smile. “What else is in the vault, Theo?”

He watched his friend grind his teeth, his jaw working with the movement.

Draco took another piece of croissant and chewed merrily as he sat back and waited for his friend to reply.

“There is a myth, Draco.” Theo finally said, sitting up straight, he leaned his elbow onto the table . “About a necklace that is said to be made entirely of blue diamonds. Not only is it the single most expensive piece of jewelry in all of the world, wizards and muggles included, but it is rumored to be charmed.”

“Charmed?” Draco was grinning, tearing another piece of his croissant off.

“Yes, Draco. Charmed. And do you know what it is charmed to do?”

Draco’s hand rubbed at his upper lip, in an attempt to hide the amusement. “No, Theo. What is this necklace charmed to do?”

“It is charmed to attract luck.”

“There are potions for that,” Draco interjected.

“And to attract all of the wearers inner most desires to come true.”

“Hmm.” Draco popped the last piece of his croissant into his mouth.

“All while turning the wearer into the most beautiful witch or wizard in the room.”

“That sounds a bit lofty, doesn’t it?” Draco stood, while chugging the last of his espresso. He pulled a few bills from his pocket and tossed it onto the table.

“Draco,” Theo’s voice had a hint of desperation.

“Who’s the target, Theo?”

Theo exhaled. It was long and sufferable. “Briar Nolan Flamel.”

Draco sat back in his seat. He rubbed at his eyebrow and counted his breaths before he cleared his throat and signaled the waitress over.

Theo remained quiet, watching Draco, as the waitress swayed over to them. She smiled, asked if he needed refill. Draco refused and ordered a slice of Tiramasu.

When the waitress left, he leveled Theo with a look. A look lacking the previous humor he had originally found.

“B. Nolan Flamel.” He stretched his neck, tilting it side to side.

“Yes.” Theo bit the tip of his thumb.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Give me a good reason, Theo.”

They paused as the waitress placed the plate of desert down.

Draco picked up his fork. “Give me a good reason or I walk, now.” He began eating.

“Because you are bored. Your job at the Ministry is trivial. It doesn’t even make you happy. We grew up groomed to rule the world, under the guise that we were superior. And all to what? To watch our fathers get locked behind bars? After reigning terror on the world?” Theo sniffed. “No, if I go to prison, it will be because I was doing something I wanted to do. Something thrilling. Knowing that I bested the most powerful wizard in the entire world.”

Draco set his fork down and swiped the bit of cream on the corner of his lip. “Did you practice this speech?”

Theo shrugged. “A bit.”

“The take is big.” His finger tapped on the edge of his fork, rhythmically. “We’re going to need a team.”

Theo nodded. “Obviously.”

“You have anyone in mind?”

“I do.”

Draco noticed then, that Theo looked uncomfortable again. He busied himself at straightening his tie, buttoning his blazer, only to unbutton it again.

“Who is it, Theo?”

His friend sighed and placed his palm on the table. He opened his mouth and shook his head, closing it again.

“Theo,” He raised the fork to his mouth, and took a bite.

“They are brilliant. A curse breaker and a whizz with technology.”

Chewing on his bite, Draco glared at his friend.

Theo sat back, his shoulder slumping slightly as he relaxed. “Granger.”

Draco choked as he swallowed the bite, coughing and pounding his chest.

“As in Hermione Granger?”

“Yes. She’s incredibly talented. Sneaky, too.”

Draco started to laugh. The kind of laugh he hadn’t had in ages. The sort of laugh that caused the sides of his belly to ache.

“Hermione Holier than Thou Gryffindor herself?” He wiped at his eyes, dabbing at the tears. “The Golden Girl is going to help us break into the vault and steal from the most powerful Wizard?”

“You forgot the slimiest wizard in the world.” Theo grinned.

“You think she would agree to this, as what? Some sort of retribution against a wizard who what? Uses house Elves?”

“He also deals in human trafficking.”

Draco’s eyes widened in surprise. “How do you know?”

Theo’s smile was disgustingly jubilant. “Granger has been tracking him for months.”

“What does she actually do for a living?” Draco had heard she worked for the DMLE and once the Department of Mysteries but had abruptly quit the Ministry altogether last spring.

“She’s a sort of Independent Contractor.” He shrugged and sat up straight. “She and I have worked on a few co-ops together, as it were.”

The fork in his hand long forgotten was suddenly tossed onto the table. “If I agree, you’re telling me that you can one hundred percent assure me that she wouldn’t turn us in? That she is, indeed, fully intending on robbing a powerful Wizard.”

“Oh, most definitely.”

“How?” Draco sat back in his chair and ran a hand through his hair. “How can you be so sure?”

Theo’s brown eyes flashed with the kind of giddiness he hadn’t seen in the man since he received his first real broomstick when they were ten. “Because,” Theo drawled and picked up Draco’s fork. “It was her idea.”

#dramione #my writing #dramione fanfic #fanfic #draco malfoy #hermione granger #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #harry potter #theo nott #idiots in love #dramione drabbles #dramione drabble

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 2 years

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Friends Share**

Harry & Y/N have been practically perfect roommates for several years but the appearance of a hot new neighbor creates an unexpected shift in their relationship.

WC: 17K! Maybe open it on a browser instead of the app? Sorryyy.

WARNINGS: jealousy, MMF threes*me, an*l, unprotected s*x. There’s also a same sex smut scene (JIC someone doesn’t like reading that).

Y/N and Harry have been roommates for a few years now. He's a struggling musician and she's a struggling actress, they met when they were sub-ing at the same school. Realizing they were in the same boat led to a friendship and after her longtime boyfriend ended things she had no idea where to go, concurrently, Harry's lease on his studio was up and well, they both decided to save some money and be roomies.

Things were great with Harry. They're both considerate, tidy, punctual with payments. They both like the same drinks and same kinds of foods, the same shows and decor style. In reality everything has been sort of a dream because it's been smooth sailing. They share practically everything and it is perfect to get along that well with your roommate.

Romantically, they both have their own lives and steer clear when the hookups come over. Sure, she and Harry have hooked up on occasion (she really understood that his hooks ups weren't just putting on a show after that first time), but neither of them ever felt the need to talk about it as more and they're both just fine with that. They are attracted to each other and all that, but things between them has never gotten to a degree where they feel concerned that their relationship is changing.

On this particular day, Harry came in from his run and was pulling out his earphones to see Y/N in the kitchen making breakfast.

"Hey, looks like we're getting a new neighbor in 319." he said and she smiled excitedly.

"Oh good, that little prick Nolan won't be ding-dong ditching us anymore." she beamed.

"I know, thank fuck." he chuckled and just then she went over to the fridge and bent into it to grab something and Harry bit his lip and felt the blood start flowing to his cock when her shirt rode up just enough to tease him with the sight of her bare ass and pussy under the oversized shirt, "Jesus, Y/N..." he groaned and looked down at the growing outline of his stiff cock in his running shorts.

"What?" she asked shooting up and turning around.

"You just flashed me your whole fucking pussy is what." he whined and she turned and rolled her eyes when she saw he was all hard.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." she giggled apologetically.

"Right. Well, I'm gonna go handle this." he hummed, "Make me an omelet too, please? Ex-"

"Extra bell peppers and mushrooms, I know." she smiled and he shot her a wink and headed off to shower. He came back in just some white, tight-ass briefs and she knew he was just trying to get back at her and they ate breakfast that way.

The day was slipping away from them as they were just having a lazy Saturday in. Currently, Harry was laid between Y/N's legs as her fingers wove through his soft curls, they were both watching the Tinder Swindler and very harshly judging the women that had fallen victim to this man, because really, why would anyone with common sense give thousands of dollars to a man they met on Tinder? It was ridiculous.

"We should introduce ourselves to the new neighbor." she thought aloud.

"Today?"

"Yeah, in the evening once they are mostly settled in. We can bake something."

"That sounds like a bad idea. What if they have a gluten intolerance or they're vegan and you give them diarrhea?" he asked and she scoffed.

"You're ridiculous. It's just to be nice and I know where you're going with this. You're just trying to come up with an excuse for me to go to The Good Good but I can't show my face there, Harry. I won't."

"Oh my god, what if she doesn't even work there anymore?" He mumbled. Y/N had a hook-up gone wrong with a girl who worked there a few months ago and as much as she loved their baked goods, there was no way she could ever go back and risk seeing her. Harry needed Y/N to go because he drove a motorcycle and he couldn't possibly take the motorcycle and pick things up and well, Harry hated going in the car by himself because he would be stuck if there was traffic - hence him having a motorcycle. He needed her to go so that they could get in the carpool lane, "It wasn't even that bad, things slip around down there and you just accidentally put it in the wrong hole-"

"She was crying, Harry."

"When I went to check on her she said she was OK, just startled" he recalled, "Anyway, those blueberry poppy muffins are to die for. Please, think of the new neighbor. And think of the delicious blueberry crumble pie..." he hummed and she sighed dramatically.

"I'm not going inside." she said and he smiled but agreed he'd go in alone.

They got dressed and made the drive out to the vegan bakery and bought a few things for the new neighbor and for themselves. Y/N had been right, the girl, who he now knew was named Summer was in fact working there and she did in fact recognize Harry because upon seeing him her eyes went wide and her face beet red and that was the end of it. Harry did tell Y/N and once again, she was mortified just hearing the girl's reaction.

It was around 7:30 when they decided to walk the few doors down and meet the new neighbor. Neither of them were sure what to expect, their building and neighborhood was rather diverse. Harry knocked and then stepped back and after a few moments the door was opening up and Y/N and Harry practically swooned at the man before them. He was tall and handsome and they weren't really expecting that.

"Hi." He said with a timid smile as he looked from Y/N to Harry.

"Hi." Y/N said softly and paused again.

"We live in 315, just two doors down from you." Harry spoke up, "We brought you pastries to say welcome. They're gluten free and vegan, just in case!" Harry threw in, just as stunned as Y/N by this man.

"That's very sweet of you, thank you." he said with a friendly smile, but he had a slight accent as he spoke and even that was sexy, "I'm Santiago, but you can call me Santi too, either way." he said and they both nodded and he smirked, he was used to this kind of thing, "And your names are?" he chuckled.

"Right! I'm Y/N and this is Harry." she smiled.

"We're roommates." Harry added in quickly and Y/N almost rolled her eyes. He was so keen and far too obvious.

"Nice, have you lived here long?" he asked Y/N, subtly looking her over and Harry noticed and it made him a little bit jealous.

"Like three years?" Harry butted in to answer the question, returning Santi's attention back to him and then he went off about the vibe of the building and the neighborhood. As Harry went on and on Y/N noticed Santi discretely check Harry out and it she bit her lip, she understood Santi in this moment very well. They were both hot as fuck, but she saw him looking at her too and as much as she loved Harry, this one was hers.

They chatted a bit more and Santi shared that he was new to town in general so they talked about how they should hang out sometime after he was settled so he could meet more people if he wanted. He agreed and overall was very friendly and soon they were saying their goodbyes before started to head off.

"Ummm, are you forgetting something?" Santi asked with a chuckle and Y/N looked at him confused and he glanced down at the box in her hands.

"Oh my gosh, of course! Here you go, neighbor!" she chuckled nervously as his eyes met hers and handed over the box.

"Thank you, neighbor." Santi said with a wink and Y/N smiled. Harry rolled his eyes at the little exchange, "I'll be seeing you around." he assured her and Y/N nodded, which again made Harry roll his eyes.

"Good night!" she and Harry exclaimed as they walked off and soon heard the door shut. "OK... I was not expecting that." she said as they made the short walk to their apartment.

"I know, he was so fucking fit." Harry said and Y/N nodded, locking their door behind them.

"Can we agree that he was flirting a little with me?" she asked Harry, eyes narrowed, "Like just a little." she said as they walked into their kitchen.

"Ummm, I think he was just being really nice because you could barely speak when you first saw him and he probably just felt a little bad for you. Thenthe whole thing with the box, I think he caught on that you were just playing dumb about it." Harry chuckled, still feeling a little jealous that Santi told Y/N that he'd be seeing her around. What did that mean?

"OK ouch! I was not playing dumb I genuinely forgot the box was in my hands! And I think the one so desperate throwing out any signals known to mankind was you with your little "we're roommates" thing. You literally could not have said that any faster, even I was shocked!" she cackled and Harry pouted, he had been so quick with that, hadn't he? His face had gone pink as he recalled and Y/N reached out to his cheek and rubbed gently, "Sorry H, didn't mean to embarrass you." she apologized.

That's one thing Harry loved about Y/N, she was always the first to apologize when something went wrong or bring up an issue that was bugging her. Harry was very self-aware and he knew that at times he could be difficult and mean, like now, when out of jealousy he told Y/N that their hot neighbor felt sorry for her. He often times had to swallow down his pride and just say sorry. She had been so excited and he totally shit all over it.

"It's alright. I'm sorry too, Santi was flirting with you." he said, "I was just being jealous." he mumbled and Y/N smiled softly.

"Well it's not like he didn't check you out either. Saw it with my own two eyes." she reassured him and Harry appeared excited now.

"Really?" he asked and she nodded, "Hmmm..."

"Yeah and really, if you're that interested in him you can go for it. Don't want to stir up trouble with us over some guy." she said with a shrug.

"But he flirted with you." Harry pointed out.

"Well, if he keeps flirting with me then we'll know he's not into guys and if it's OK with you, I will shoot my shot." she said, "Does that sound OK?"

"Yeah, sounds good." Harry smiled.

Y/N was just really agreeable and thoughtful. Not that Harry couldn't be, but he was just a little bit selfish and this wouldn't be the first time that she'd given up something to make Harry happy. What helped her the most was that she wasn't really the jealous type or territorial over things, unlike him.

Harry remembers that after the first time they had hooked up he was coming home as she was heading out for a date and he got upset and jealous over it. Hooking up with Y/N was different because they were friends and roommates, he loved her to some extent and the potential of someone swooping in and taking his best friend/roommate/ someone he could potentially hook up with (regularly) away from him made him jealous and territorial.

When Y/N came back in the morning he ensured that his hookup was still there and he did something he never did, he made her breakfast and Y/N walked in on them eating. The girl started freaking out because she thought that Y/N was Harry's girlfriend and he was sort of expecting her to go along with it, it was some theatrical thing they had done before when a hookup had overstayed their welcome. But instead she quickly assured her that they were just roommates before slipping off to take a shower. Y/N emerged from her bedroom about an hour later, the girl long gone and Y/N looked surprised and he recalled her saying that she'd never seen him make breakfast for a girl so she figured that he really liked her and so she went off and took her time. After that time and a few other experiments Harry discovered that she just wasn't the jealous type and she often, unselfishly put his needs over her own.

*********

It had been a few weeks since Santi moved in and as it turns out, he joined the same yoga class Harry went to a few times a week. They had gotten to know each other a little more and had gone out for coffees or smoothies after and unmistakably, Santi would flirt with Harry. He'd look him over for a little too long, he'd compliment him in ways that made Harry's tummy flutter and it was exciting. He did ask about Y/N every time though. Mentioned he had seen her in the parking garage once but she took off before he could say hello. He was sending mixed signals. Currently, Harry was walking back with Santi from the cafe just a block or two away from their building and then his apple watch was constantly lighting up with notifications from Y/N.

Y/N 🍑💛:

OH MY GOD, H!

OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!

YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT I JUST DISCOVERED!

WHY ARE YOU OUT BEFORE 8 IN THE MORNING?!?!

YOU NEED TO GET HERE! NOW!

"Is everything OK?" Santi asked Harry.

"Yeah, just Y/N's freaking out about something." he explained as he fished for his phone in his pocket.

"Is she alright?"

"I think so." Harry chuckled, "Just excited over something." he assured and Santi nodded, "Sorry, give me a sec." he said before starting to type out his response.

HARRY 🦚:

What is it?

I went to the 6:30 yoga session with Santi and then we grabbed coffee and we're walking back now.

Y/N 🍑💛:

Well, it's about Santi - something I discovered! Don't invite him in!

HARRY🦚:

Ummm, what? Should I run away?!?

Y/N 🍑💛:

No, it's nothing bad! Just... surprising. I just don't want to bring it up while you're with him because knowing how dramatic you can be...

JUST HURRY UP AND GET HERE!

Harry laughed and locked his phone.

"She's OK?"

"Yeah, just needs help with something. I told her we're almost there." he assured Santi who smiled.

"OK, that's good." he said, "I was ummm, wondering if you both wanted to stop by for breakfast in a little while" he asked Harry.

"Yeah, we'd love to." Harry smiled as they rounded the corner to their street.

"Perfect." Santi smiled and they stayed quiet for a few moments, "So, you and Y/N really are not a couple?" he asked Harry. They hadn't ever really talked about their dynamic before and he felt that maybe Santi was going to ask him about asking her out and he started getting jealous over her, the familiar feeling prickling his stomach uncomfortably.

"No, we're not in a relationship." he explained, "We are a couple though, or at least we come in one." Harry chuckled, "We do everything together." he said though, a lilt to his voice to insinuate that there might be more going on underneath.

"I see." Santi hummed, "You don't like her enough to be with her?" he asked and Harry shook his head.

"No, it's not that I don't like her like that. Y/N is wonderful & beautiful but-" Harry chuckled and then Santi spoke up again, interrupting him.

"So you like girls?" he asked and then Harry turned to him and bit his lip nervously.

"Ummm, yes. Girl, boys, everyone in between..." he said with a nervous smile and Santi nodded.

"Oh OK." he said with a smile, "Me too. Well, girls and boys.” he finished and Harry smiled.

"Well that's good to know." he said and Santi chuckled then Harry's eyes went wide, "Good to know because it's important to be aware of another person's-"

"Chill out, Harry." Santi chuckled, "It's good to know about you too." he said and Harry smiled timidly. “And Y/N?” He asked, once again, bringing her up.

“She likes boys and girls, just like you.” He said and Santi smiled.

“That’s good to know.” He said and once again, Harry felt jealous, but he also knew Y/N wouldn’t go for Santi if it really bugged him, “I’m from a smaller town in Mexico and there weren’t many people like me. So it’s good to have friends who understand and see the world like me.” He explained and Harry decided to stop being a selfish little prick for now and hear Santi out as they made their way up to their apartments. Once they reached their floor Harry promised they'd be over around 9:30 and they each headed to their respective homes.

"Y/N, I'm back!" Harry called out and in seconds she was rushing out.

"I stumbled upon something..." she said and brought her phone up to Harry's face, "Santi, is a camboy!!!!" she whisper shouted.

"I feel like we shouldn't dig into this." Harry said and Y/N sighed.

"I know. I wasn't digging around, I was just looking him up on Instagram to add him and the second account has Santi in the username, so that's the one I clicked." she explained, "And then i saw...well, that." she bit her lip and Harry was just looking at the top row of the grid, "You can scroll." she said and he looked to her nervously, "Actually you should scroll." she said and he used his thumb to look through the pictures, his lip bitten between his teeth. This man was on another level of hot. And as he scrolled yet again there was a picture of him grabbing another man by the throat and Y/N glanced to Harry, his pupils blown wide now.

"Holy shit." he said.

"I KNOW!" she whispered, "That one got to me too." she said and he chuckled.

"Yeah." he sighed, "Well we need to not look at that ever again." he said, "Unless he talks to us about it." he said, "Also, he's invited us over for breakfast at 9:30."

"Oh god..." she whined and he grinned,

"That's what you get for snooping, love." he teased.

"I wasn't snooping! I just wanted to add him on Instagram." she huffed again, "Well, we've got a while before we have to be there so I'm gonna take a nap." she informed and turned to head to her room and he caught her hand, "What?" she asked.

"Wanna have a shower with me before we head over?" he asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"Mmmm...." she pondered aloud.

"C'mon, please? I told him 9:30 for a reason." he said, "I'll make it worth your while." he promised and she agreed and just a minute later they were under the warm stream of water washing up and stealing kisses in between.

Harry was hard and his length kept prodding at her hip so she just took him into her hand, glancing up at him as she stroked slowly. His lips were parted and breathing shallow as her thumb rubbed into the slit at the head of his cock.

"Oh shit..." he hummed and then dipped down to kiss her fervently as she continued stroking at him, "Suck my cock, love. Please, just get your mouth on me." he whispered against her mouth and she moaned and nodded. She placed a kiss over his sternum before getting on her knees and taking him in her mouth right away.

Harry sighed in relief as her tongue rubbed into his slit, her tongue relished in the slightly salty taste of his arousal and his fingers tangled in her hair, pulling hard making her moan. The vibrations of her sounds were tickling down his stiff cock, to his balls, and somehow up to his stomach, making his abs tense as his head fell back against the shower wall. She was so fucking good with her mouth, it always got him close so fast. She had asked the first time around what felt good for him and where and now she always pulled out all of the stops. With every suck and stroke of her tongue Y/N ensured that his stomach was tingling and that he was getting closer and closer to his orgasm. Her finger nails bit into the backs of his muscular thighs as she sucked harder. He chanced looking down at her and she blinked her eyes open, somehow feeling him looking at her and he groaned again, her smile barely peeking through, but he smiled in pleasure as she took more of him.

"That's fucking good." he hummed in delight. He was getting so close, his tummy swirling with that familiar warmth that overwhelmed him when he was about to come. As it started to spread he realized that he didn't want to come in her mouth, he wanted to come inside of her. They'd done it once before, but she was being so nice and good for him that he wanted to fill her up. He tugged at her hair, "Want to be inside of you." he panted, "Need to feel you when I come." he mumbled and she pulled off immediately and reached to shut off the water and they hurried out of the shower and he picked her up and set her on the counter as he lined himself up with her opening.

He looked into her eyes and she nodded, which granted him the permission to thrust inside of her in one fluid motion. He watched with parted lips as her eyes fluttered closed and a pretty and breathy sigh flowed from her lips as he bottomed out. Harry glanced down between them to see his length fully sheathed inside of her and he grinned.

"Fuck, y'somehow always take it all in that tight, little pussy." she moaned at his words as they caused goosebumps to pimple at her skin. He ground into her, stimulating his sensitive and leaking tip right against her g-spot. He watched her face contorting in pleasure and it made him so happy to feel her clinging to him desperately as he brought her all the pleasure he could.

He could feel her hot, tight walls pulsing around him with need, her body’s attempt of milking the cum out of his balls and putting it where it belonged, deep inside of her. He groaned as he started thrusting hard and steady and brought his fingers down to her clit and rubbed in time with his thrust until she was trembling.

"Oh my god!" she gasped as she started getting closer to her climax, "Harry!" she whimpered and he smiled as he pressed his forehead into hers.

"You're so close, love. Come for me so I can fill you up." he panted and she swallowed thickly and nodded, her eyes not leaving his as she got even closer until she just couldn't afford to keep them open anymore. Her entire body seemed to be tingling as that delicious pressure deep inside of her reached its limit and burst. Harry smiled against her lips as she just tensed up, "That's it, come for me, Y/N." He panted and she moaned out as the tidal wave of pleasure swallowed her whole.

Y/N felt her heart pounding and her walls fluttering around Harry's cock -he always did fill her up so perfectly that it made her see stars when she came. Like now - he hadn't stopped fucking into her as he chased his own high and all she could do was hold on tight until he was panting hard against her mouth and squeezing her hips tight as she hissed from how hard he had pressed himself deep inside of her as he started to come, filling her up as he promised and pulling out gently, still smiling against her lips before he glanced down between them, already seeing his cum pooling at her entrance. He hadn't gotten himself off in several days, so it was more than usual.

"Shit, it was a lot. Hold on." he said settling her over the counter better before heading off to the toilet paper and taking a little wad of it and hurrying over to dab a bit at her opening, cleaning out what was dribbling from her swollen and pounded to heaven entrance. After a minute or so he had effectively cleaned her up and he smiled up at her, "Sorry, I made quite a mess." he hummed.

"Yeah, now get me down." she said and he helped her off the counter and held her for a moment.

"Good?" he asked her and she nodded and steered around him for a towel and as she headed off to get changed he quickly smacked her ass causing her to wince and scoff at him as he giggled.

At 9:30 sharp they were being let into Santi's apartment and he had made a delightful and delicious smelling soy-rizo scramble (which was thoughtful of him after Harry had explained that he was a vegetarian some time ago). There was coffee and he swore that the tortillas were purchased, but handmade from a restaurant he frequented. And sure enough, everything was delicious! Despite that Harry couldn't help but feel a little smug as Santi chatted up Y/N because he'd just fucked her not even an hour prior. And Y/N was just being friendly as she answered his questions. Harry knew her well and had spent plenty of time with her and he could see how she'd suppressed that charming and suave je ne sais quoi that she oozed so naturally and was just so her. Maybe to Santi it came off as naiveté, but Harry knew that she was just doing this for him, so when the opportunity arose she shifted the attention back to Harry, like any good wing-person, currently the topic of discussion was languages and Y/N had said that Harry spoke some Italian.

"Really?" Santi asked with a bright and surprised smile.

"Si." Harry chuckled and Santi chuckled, "But very basic, like enough to get around town." he explained.

"Me too, I studied a year abroad in Rome. But Italian is very smiliar to Spanish, so it wasn't too difficult for me to learn." he explained and soon they got to talking about Italy. Y/N had never been to Europe so she butted out of his one and just let them go off and tell their stories. "My goal was to become a designer and move back there. Living in Italy was the best time of my life." he stated with a fond smile. And then he asked them, "What do you do for work?" and well, apart from responding, Harry and Y/N knew that the logical next step to this was asking Santi what he did for work.

"We're substitute teachers and also do private tutoring, like help with school work." Harry said.

"Oh, what do you teach?"

"I teach and tutor English and Literature, but I also nanny at times for kids and pets." Y/N said.

"I teach sciences or history." Harry then jumped in, "And well, my goal is to be a singer though." at that, Santi's eyes lit up, "I participate in choirs and have been able to record soundtracks for films and TV with the ensemble. And then I just do open mic nights and things like that from time to time for some exposure and extra cash." he shrugged.

"Wow, that's impressive. I'd love to go see you perform sometime!" Santi said excitedly and Harry blushed and agreed that sometime he could join him and Y/N for that, "And you, Y/N? Any creative ventures for you?"

"Yeah, I act as well. I would hope to one day do something big and meaningful, maybe a play or musical or something. I don't want to be a movie star or anything too crazy, but at least be a little bit on the radar." she shrugged.

"Really? I act as well! Theatre is my biggest passion." he disclosed, "I came here trying to land some roles in some productions, we'll see how it goes." He explained.

"Oh, that's cool! Maybe we can see each other at some auditions sometime." Y/N said with a bright smile and Santi nodded.

"Yeah, ummm... can I tell you guys something?" he asked and they both nodded, acting as cool as possible, "I started camming a few months back." he confessed, “Well actually almost a year ago now that I think about it.”

"Oh really?" Harry said and Santi nodded.

"It makes me pretty good money." he said, "I'm not telling you so that you go and watch my things!" he added quickly, "But just so that you know. I have an instagram page so you may run into that." he explained and they both nodded, "I hope that doesn't make you feel strange around me or change things with us." he said and they both smiled and shook their heads.

"Not at all, Santi! You're doing this on your terms and not getting scammed by the porn industry. One time I was so desperate that I sold a guy feet pics to see Fleetwood Mac at the Forum in the pit." Y/N said.

"She got scammed, the man had no tickets and she ruined the opportunity for both of us." Harry butted in and they all laughed at Y/N's story, "But yeah, we're all just trying to make it out here! And as long as you feel comfortable doing that then do it!" Harry encouraged him and Santi smiled.

"Good. Glad to get that off my chest." he said.

"Is that why you got a two bedroom? One room is for the cam stuff?" Y/N asked and Santi nodded, there was a beat of silence before he spoke up.

"Ummm, do you guys want to see it?" he asked and Y/N looked to Harry and then they booth looked to Santi.

"Only if you want to show us." Harry spoke up and Santi nodded and stood and they followed suit. Y/N walked behind Santi and Harry followed behind her, a reassuring hand on her hip as Santi opened up the door, flicked on the light and stepped aside to let them in.

Harry squeezed Y/N's hip as he caught a glimpse of the swing on one corner of the room. Santi didn't miss the way Harry was holding on to her as he looked around. There was also a bed in there, maybe full sized, but there were restraints on the posts. The closet was open and there were drawers and chests in there, probably filled with accessories and toys. Y/N looked around with a bitten lip, she wasn't sure what to say, this was so much to take in.

Santi looked over both Y/N and Harry. They were both extremely attractive, he loved that Y/N was a little nervous around him and at first he thought it was an act, but she was just that affected by him. It made him curious about her persona in bed; she seemed the type to give in and be pliant to a more dominant partner. Harry looked like a statue he'd seen in Italy, he was carved to perfection. Especially seeing him in yoga made him more attracted to him. He was confident and friendly and so clearly a protector, as he held Y/N to reassure her. He wanted a taste of each of them and he wasn't sure if he should pursue it or not. He also wondered if they had ever slept together, they were awfully close. But if they had slept together they probably would've been more jealous or attached to each other. Santi wanted to tread lightly because he didn't want to come between such an obviously functional arrangement.

"This is crazy and impressive..." Y/N finally said and Santi chuckled. She leaned in closer to Harry when he squeezed her hip again.

"It took some time to collect everything, but ummm, yeah this is my...workspace." he said timidly. They headed back to his living room and Y/N had tons of questions about how he went about this. Did he do private things, how often did he collaborate with others. It made Harry a bit nervous that she seemed to interested in this.

Eventually they changed the topic and chatted about more normal things and after about another hour Y/N and Harry were getting ready to go and he was walking them over to the door.

"Thanks for having us, everything was great." Harry said as he hugged Sant goodbye.

"Thank you for coming." he assured and then went to hug Y/N.

"Next time you come to ours, OK?" Y/N smiled as she hugged him and he chuckled.

"I'd love that." he assured and they started walking away, "Ummm, Y/N!" He called after her and she looked to Harry who just signaled with his head for her to go back over and he just waved before heading into their apartment.

"Yeah?" she asked with a friendly smile.

"As you probably know, Harry and I have been spending a lot of time getting to know each other from yoga and the coffee shop and I haven't really had the chance of getting to know you like that. It seems like you avoid me sometimes, have I done something to put you off or?" he asked.

"Oh no, not at all! Harry's definitely the more social one of us two is what it is." she fibbed and he chuckled.

"Well, I was wondering, if you're not busy tomorrow, if you wanted to go have dinner. Just us." he said and Y/N frowned a bit.

"Oh, I do have plans tomorrow. How about I let you know when I'm next available?" she asked and he smiled.

"Yes, that sounds perfect." he assured and she smiled, "Let me give you my number." he said and she handed over her phone, "I mean, you could also ask Harry for it, but now you have it from me." he said as he typed it in and then handed back the phone.

"I will let you know, OK?" She smiled and he nodded.

"Ummm, I'm sure you hear this a lot, but you're very beautiful and sweet and I'm just curious about you." he explained, "But I mean, I also like Harry, he's very attractive and kind and friendly, he's been such a great friend. I just hope that you both see that I am not trying to complicate your dynamic, I just want to get to know each of you better."

"I understand, thank you for explaining that. Between us, Harry is a little jealous over his friends and even his romantic partners, so I also don't want to make him feel like I'm trying to come between the friendship and routine you have together. I realize it's platonic, but I just don't want him to think that he's competing for something." she explained.

"Oh OK, thank you for explaining that too. I would hate to do something to offend and upset him. He is very special to me as well." Santi assured and Y/N smiled.

"Lovely, well glad we're on the same page with that. Thank you again for breakfast and everything else." she grinned and he chuckled.

"Yeah, of course. Have a good day."

"You too, Santi. Thanks again!" she said and headed back to her apartment. As soon as she closed the door she knew Harry would be moping around in his room, so she headed there directly and sure enough, there he was, jaw clenched as he scrolled through his phone.

"Hey." she spoke gently and he spared her a glance before looking back to his phone and she smiled. "I'm gonna lay next to you, OK?" she warned and he said nothing. "Are you gonna hear me out or just assume I broke my promise so that I could have a chance at getting demolished on that sex swing?" she asked and that made him turn to her and scoff and she giggled.

"What did he want?"

"He just thought I was mad at him because I kind of avoid him and he wanted to know if I would be interested in having dinner with him tomorrow - just as friends though. I told him I have plans tomorrow and can't but that I'd let him know."

"Well if you say no he'll think that you are mad at him or something." Harry said and she hummed in agreement. Harry wasn't jealous of Y/N, he was jealous over her now. Why was Santi so interested in getting to know her? Was he going to take her from him?

"Yeah, but what we have going matters more to me. We're the ones that live together." she reminded.

"I don't want to be like this. Like it shouldn't matter that you are friends with him, I'm just being ridiculous." he said and she smiled.

"Just a little bit." she agreed and he smiled down at his hands.

"I mean, I do trust you. And I saw how elusive you were being over breakfast, disarming his flirtations." Harry said and she smiled.

"Yeah, of course. I promised I would!" she said and Harry smiled.

"You're literally the best person I know." He said and she rolled her eyes, "Seriously though. And I think I need to be more like you and step 1 of that is telling you that you should hang out with Santi one-on-one."

"You sure?" she asked and he nodded, "OK, but I'll make it like Wednesday or Thursday, it's not even remotely confused as a date if it's on a weekday." she said to Harry.

"I don't think the day matters, but thanks for the effort." he said and she giggled before cuddling into his side.

"H, for the millionth time, you don't need to get jealous for anything. You're the whole fucking package and completely irreplaceable. I know that and I'm sure Santi does too." she said and he sighed.

"It's not that I'm insecure. It's more the concern that I'll lose you or him to each other. You're my best friend. You mean everything to me and you've gotten to know me so well. You're too kind and patient with me, love. I wouldn't get that anywhere else, people would get fed up with me and drop me after witnessing all my antics." he said and she giggled.

"You are quite the handful, but I don't mind it one bit. You mean everything to me too." she assured and he then placed a kiss on her head and hugged her close.

“Should we watch What We Do in the Shadows or Ted Lasso?” He asked lowly.

“I already told you that we’ll only re-watch Ted Lasso when you grow a mustache again.” and he chuckled.

“You really liked it that much, huh?”

“Yeah, I did. Mustache you was another breed of you. You were a lot more cocky too, it was hot.” She mused and he pulled away from her to look at her better.

“So I’m not hot without the mustache?” He asked in slight offense.

“You certainly are! But it was different. It’s like I was living with someone else for a time! It was exciting! Also to be fair we were shut in, so maybe I’m remembering it a lot more fondly than it actually was.” She hummed, squinting her eyes as if that would help her memory.

“No, I think your recollection of it is about right. You were enjoying yourself far too much.” He teased and she giggled. Yeah, he had been going down on her a lot during that time. It was amazing.

Eventually they settled on a completely different show and just lazed around until Harry had to go to a client’s tutoring session. Y/N was looking at her nannying apps to see if anyone was looking for some help and she saw that someone urgently needed dog sitting for the next night in Brentwood - that’s where a lot of famous people lived so she knew the compensation would be good if she built a loyal customer out of them. So she responded to their posting and now had an alibi for declining Santi's dinner invitation but then proposed the day after - a Wednesday and he promptly agreed.

********

Y/N did feel a bit nervous about going to dinner with Santi. Sure, he said he had no ulterior motives apart from getting to know her better, but she didn't know him all that well and for all she knew he could be lying to her. There really was only one way to find out. Harry was working tonight, one of his client's parents was throwing a little "study party" for their son's math midterm and Harry was getting paid a pretty penny to help and review Algebra concepts with seven 9th graders, so he wasn't around for moral support, but she did let him know when she headed out.

Naturally, Santi & Y/N carpooled to dinner. He had taken her to a nice little Mexican place called La Cha Cha Cha, a lovely little rooftop restaurant in the L.A. Arts District. They did have a lovely time and even had a couple of drinks as they chatted. Time really escaped them and it was already nearing 8pm when they ended up ordering a dessert to share because they were too full to order individual ones and they both wanted the same thing, so as the server came by and placed the plate between them Y/N spoke up.

"Excuse me, can I place an order to go, please?"

"Yeah, of course!" the young man said and she soon ordered the mushroom tacos and a side of guacamole for Harry (it had to be for him, it was the only vegetarian dish on the menu) and the young man promised to have it ready in about 15 minutes for her and she thanked him.

The entire time this unfolded before him, Santi just took it in. She hadn't even asked Harry if he wanted anything, if he recalls correctly - she had never pulled out her phone and he knew that Harry had been gone since about 4:30 that afternoon, she had told him in the car and well, their dinner location was a surprise. She at least had to have feelings for him as more than a friend.

"You're very considerate, you know?" he said and she looked confused, "Ordering dinner for Harry." he said.

"How do you know it's not for me? You know, in case I get hungry later?" she asked and he just gave her a disbelieving look and she giggled.

"Harry told me that there's nothing going on between you. That's you're just friends." he said factually and tried to read her face. Wanted to see if she looked sad or offended or confused, but her expression was unwavering, "You're really not in a relationship?" he asked and she giggled.

"No, we're really not!" she assured, "Is it really so hard to believe that?" she asked and he shrugged.

"Sometimes." he smiled.

"Sometimes? What gives that vibe?" she asked.

"You're very close. And I mean when you were over for breakfast and I showed you both my...room..." he said, "He was holding you, like he wanted to make sure you were OK. And well, he talks about you a lot and he thinks you're beautiful." he said and Y/N smiled.

"He fucking better." she said and Santi smiled, "I mean, I think he's beautiful too. And well, we've been friends a long time and roommates for many years, we just get along really well and we take care of each other. We think about each other and how to keep each other happy because we live together and it's important to do that. To keep each other happy." she explained with a smile.

"Well, that is true." he chuckled. Harry's food was soon dropped off and the drive back was filled with chatter.

Santi and Y/N had a lot in common and he was easy and fun to talk to. They had a lot of chemistry and he found it exciting that she wasn't actually all that shy or nervous. It seemed that at first she had been holding back. When they finally got into the parking garage at their building he let her out of the car and as she hopped down and they made some small talk as they rode up to their floor. Then, they hugged goodbye and she made her way inside seeing the TV in the living room on and she saw Harry immediately shoot up from the couch and she gasped.

"Jesus." she exclaimed as she slipped her shoes off and headed over to the living room.

"Took you fucking long enough." he mumbled as she set the food bag she'd brought for him over.

"I brought you some tacos." she said and he reached for the food bag and started unpacking it.

"Thanks. What took so long?" he asked.

"We just had a lot to talk about.” she said looking down at him.

“So he likes you... he's always asking about you." he mumbled and she sighed. “I mean, if he likes you and you like him then maybe you should just...go out or something." he mumbled as he unpacked his food.

“Oh c’mon H, don’t be like that. If you like him just make you move! The worst thing that can happen is he says he’s not into you. But I think he is.” She said with a smile.

“Fine…” he said before he started to eat.

******

It had been a day like any other, except today Harry and Santi had forgone yoga for a swim at the gym Harry attended. They had plans to all have breakfast together at Harry and Y/N’s place, so once they finished up their swim and had a quick shower at they gym they headed back to their complex. When they arrived, Harry was expecting Y/N to be in and have started on breakfast but she was gone and there was a note on their little whiteboard fridge that she had been called to substitute last minute. She had left out all the ingredients for the pancakes though, which was sweet of her.

“Well, looks like it’s just going to be us. Y/N got called in to teach.” He said to Santi.

“Aw, well there will be a next time.” He said, “Is there anything I can help you with?” He asked.

“Yeah, can you cut up the fruit she left in the strainer please? I can get started on the pancakes.” Harry said and soon they were both working in the kitchen as they talked and laughed a bit. Harry was feeling a little bit nervous because he wanted to make his move on Santi. He was super attracted to him and he had enjoyed getting to know him so far, he hadn’t gone as far as thinking about dating or a relationship, but he was definitely interested in hooking up with him. As they talked and ate they had exchanged some pretty intense eye contact and the tension was nearly palpable. And now Santi was leaving and Harry had not mustered the courage to make any move.

Santi had been waiting for Harry to do something, he seemed to be burning up inside. Maybe he had the dynamics all wrong, it appeared that she shy one was Harry. He seemed to be a lot more relaxed with Y/N around and now that he thought of it, usually she was the one encouraging him to speak his mind and spinning the conversation back towards him. So maybe he should be the one to just bite the bullet. Harry was walking him over to the front door, chuckling as he told him a story about how he and Y/N’s dramatic conversation ended up in an Overheard: LA post. Santi chuckled along as Harry showed him the post and then he put away his phone as their laughter died down.

“Well, thank you for having me over. I always have a good time with you.” Santi said and Harry’s cheeks went pink at the compliment.

“Me too.” Harry assured with a smile as his eyes locked on Santi’s before they flickered down to his lips for just a moment. It was adorable, how nervous Harry was and so Santi grabbed his chin and leaned in, it didn’t even take Harry a second to close the gap as their lips met in a soft and sweet kiss before they pulled back and Harry was feeling over the moon, a big giddy smile adorned his handsome face and Santi chuckled into the little space between them.

“Sorry, but you were taking too long to just do it.” He said softly and Harry chuckled nervously.

“I know, I just get a little nervous to make a move.” He confessed and Santi smiled.

“Well, it’s good to know that.” Santi said and Harry hummed, letting his nose skim along Santi’s, silently asking for more, which made him smirk as he leaned in just a little more and before Harry could fully close the gap he reared back and Harry huffed, his pretty green eyes looking into Santi’s big, light brown eyes.

“Please?” Harry asked softly and this seemed to light Santi’s fire because next thing they were falling back into Harry and Y/N’s apartment, their weight against the front door caused it to shut loudly and they didn’t even bother with locking it as Harry pulled Santi along to his room. Harry tore off his shirt and then Santi’s before they stumbled onto the bed, hips grinding against each others as their lips met with urgency.

Harry’s entire body tingled in anticipation as Santi’s lips traveled down his jaw as his hand smoothed down his abs and finally, his fingers lingered and teased at the ruched band of his shorts. His chest was rising and falling markedly as he felt his fingertips slightly dipping under the material. He felt like he was being tortured as they kissed and his teasing actions were making him lose his cool. He slightly bucked his hips up and he felt Santi’s lips quirk up in a grin against his own mouth.

“So needy.” He whispered and Harry pouted a bit, “That’s alright though, I can take good care of you.” Santi mumbled before fully reaching into Harry’s shorts and he was in direct contact with his leaking tip and he chuckled, “No underwear? You’re kind of a whore, aren’t you?” And Harry just nodded as his eyes stayed glued on Santi’s as he wrapped his fist around his cock, nice and tight, and he gently tugged making Harry’s legs fall wider and moan breathily at the just-right, tight grip encasing his erection. He had been waiting for this for so long and it was feeling just as amazing as he’d imagined. Santi did a little bit of a twisting motion with his wrist and he watched as Harry’s mouth fell open with a moan.

“Oh fuck…” he panted out and Santi grinned, feeling a little envious of the pleasure he was giving.

“Do you mind if I join you?” He asked and Harry quickly shook his head and in moments his own shorts were tugged down below his bum and Harry groaned at the sight of his own hard and leaky cock, he wanted to get it in his mouth, he immediately reached for it and Santi shook his head, “I’ll do it.” He said and Harry looked at him with some confusion and then Santi straddled Harry’s lap, his cock skimmed against Harry’s now that he was directly over him and Harry watched with lidded as Santi reached forward with his big hand and wrapped both his cock and Harry’s in it, stroking them together at the same time, their sensitive tips were rubbing together and they both let out deep moans at the friction. Harry couldn’t help it as his hips bucked up into Santi’s grip, “Do you have lube?” He panted and Harry nodded and Santi allowed him to roll over towards his bedside table and he pulled out a little bottle and tossed it to Santi who quickly squirted some into his hand and lathered it over his cock as Harry settled back into position and then he reached for Harry again, he was so responsive and sensitive, he grinned as he stroked at him faster, the precum slowly dribbled out of his tip and Harry’s chest was splotched all pink as he arched his back up towards him. Harry’s tummy started fluttering as the strokes at his length built his pleasure higher and higher.

“Oh shit!” He whispered and Santi grinned down at him, “Fuck I’m gonna come!” Harry warned, thrusting up into his fist, but as soon as he said the words Santi’s pace started slowing down and Harry huffed.

“Not yet.” He panted and then encased their now lubed up penises together in his fist again. He started stroking again and Santi thrust into his fist with a groan, “Fuck, you’re quite big.” He said and Harry moaned at that, “Feels good, right? Having my big dick rubbing against yours?” He panted and Harry nodded frantically, his chest heaving, “Fuck, I’m gonna come all over you.” He groaned and Harry moaned again, his head rolled to the side and looked at the empty side of the bed, for some reason he expected to see Y/N there and he bit his lip as his eyes shut tight. God, she would love this, if she could just be here and sit on his face things would be that much more perfect. Santi’s movements started to get more intense and Harry’s body tensed up in response, his fingers dug into Santi’s thighs as his high approached, making his breath catch in his throat as he moaned out.

“Fuck me…” he groaned and Santi chucked breathily.

“Are you going to come?” He asked and Harry’s brows creased as he watched their cocks rubbing together, both of them thrusting into Santi’s hand, “Hmmm?” He asked and Harry nodded, “Good, come on then.” He encouraged lowly and Harry didn’t need to be told again, he felt his balls tighten up and start to pulse as the first spurt of his cum shot out against the butterfly inked into his stomach and he let out a drawn out moan, starting to get overstimulated as Santi kept jerking them off simultaneously, “Oh my god!” He groaned and immediately his own orgasm washed over him, and as he had said before, his come dripped all over Harry, mixing with his own on his stomach. His strokes slowly down gradually until they were both panting as he removed his hand and chuckled lightly.

“Fuck…” Harry sighed with a dopey grin.

“Was that enough for now?” He asked him and Harry nodded, “Good.” Santi hummed and Harry pressed himself up on his elbows as their lips met in a slow kiss. Santi got his shorts on and went to the bathroom to grab a wipe to clean Harry off and soon they were just staring at the ceiling. Harry had a question that he had been meaning to ask Santi and so he just decided to ask it.

“Hey, so I had a question for you.”

“Yeah, what is it?” Santi asked as he turned to Harry and he sighed.

“Well, you always bring up Y/N when we talk and hang out. Are you also interested in her?” He asked and Santi smiled.

“I mean yeah, she’s really beautiful too.” He said to Harry and he nodded.

“Yeah, she’s great.” He agreed with a smile.

“I wouldn’t hook up with her though, especially if it’s going to complicate things with you guys. I think you guys have something really good going for you and I wouldn’t want to cause trouble there.” He said and Harry bit his lip for a moment.

“But you’re interested in hooking up with her.” He said and Santi chuckled.

“Well…I mean, yes. I’m attracted to her.” He said.

“I don’t know if Y/N has told you, but we have hooked up, so it’s not like we don’t understand that we can see other people.” Harry said.

“This is a little different though, just because she can share it doesn’t mean you can. She’s told me you’re quite jealous.” Santi chuckled and Harry sighed and shrugged.

“It is my cross to bear.” He confirmed with a chuckle, “But we’re not together and if you’re into her…I mean.” He said and Santi chuckled.

“Maybe, who knows. I mean, I also want to be honest with you, I’m not looking for a relationship right now. Also, I’m polyamorous so, lots of people don’t really like that, you strike me as one of them.” He teased and Harry chuckled.

“Yeah, that’s certainly not for me, but ummm, I’m also not looking for anything serious.” He assured him, “I’m just a little possessive, maybe selfish is a better word for it.” He admitted and Santi hummed in understanding.

“That’s not necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes in your sex life you crave what you don’t get in all of the other areas of your life. So maybe you feel like you’re always taking care of others and giving a lot of yourself so in this area of your life you want to be the center of attention?” He suggested and Harry hummed.

“Yeah actually, that’s quite accurate.” He expressed.

“I mean, for example with Y/N. From what I see she takes care of you, but you also take care of her, so how does that translate to your more intimate moments?” He asked and Harry cleared his throat.

“It varies to be quite honest, I think she likes to hook up when she’s too lazy to put in effort elsewhere. Or like if I’m craving something a little more meaningful and intimate then I tend to go to her because I trust her and I know she cares about me.” He explained.

“So you think she just fucks you out of convenience?” Santi chuckled and Harry shrugged.

“I mean, it feels that way to me at least.” He expressed and that’s when Santi knew that Harry liked Y/N more than he probably even realized, “But I get it, she’s quite selective and if you ever experience anything with her you’d understand why. She has a few reliable options that she rotates between.” He said and Santi hummed in understanding.

“I see. Well again, if it bugs you I won’t try anything with her, OK?” He assured and Harry shook his head.

“It’s cool, Santi, it really doesn’t bother me, especially now that we’ve talked about it. My biggest concern would be losing everything we have, the sex is whatever. She’s the whole fucking package so I’m already mentally prepared to just not have access to her at all one day.” He chuckled and Santi shook his head as he laughed.

“You’re such a pessimist.”

“Hey, just preparing for the worst.” He said and Santi laughed.

“Losing Y/N would be the worst scenario for you?”

“Oh for sure.” Harry answered easily and again, Santi grinned to himself but didn’t say anything else as Harry went to turn on the TV. It seemed that he had buried his feelings for her so deep that he hadn’t even realized what he had just said.

************

Y/N had called Harry when she had wrapped up for the day to see if he had made dinner, but he said no and then told her that Santi was over. So she picked up some sushi for dinner, per Harry’s request and as soon as she arrived they rushed out to eat. They hung out for a bit longer before Y/N said her goodbyes and went to shower. It had been a long day and she had been informed at the end of the school day that she would be needed for a whole week, so she needed her rest, dealing with kids all day was rather exhausting. When she headed out of the bathroom in her bathrobe and a towel turban on her head Harry chuckled and she rolled her eyes, she went for her drawers to grab afresh pajama set, if there was one thing about Y/N it was her need for a matching pajama set, it just made her feel better as she settled into her sheets at night.

“I really like the the pink one you’ve got.” He said to her as she picked up a blue set and then smiled when she put it down and exchanged it for the one he was talking about.

“Gonna do a face mask if you want to join me?” She said.

“Yeah, which one?”

“That catastrophe somethin’ one you like from Lush.” She said as she stepped back into the bathroom.

“Oh yeah, count me in!” He called out and then went to turn on her TV, putting on Friends for some background noise. After a few minutes she came back out, fully dressed and with her hair up in a clip and the misty blue colored mask on her face. She had a smaller clip in her hands and the mask container. Harry sat up against her head board and she climbed onto his lap quietly and smiled at him as he bowed his head to let her sweep up the longer pieces of his hair and secure them to the crown of his head with a claw clip, “Thanks.” He hummed.

“Yeah.” She responded quietly as he straightened up and she dipped three fingers into the mask and smeared the cool material on his left cheek before starting to spread it.

“Hooked up with Santi today.” He said and her eyebrows shot up as she smiled.

“Really?! Finally!” She giggled and he chuckled.

“I mean, he made the move. I kind of pussied out.” He admitted and she rolled her eyes.

“Was it good at least?” She asked him as she focused on getting the mask around his eyebrows.

“Yeah, it was really good. We didn’t have sex though.” He said with a smile, recalling all of the details, “For a second there I like looked over to the empty side of the bed and I don’t know, just felt like you were there.” He said and she giggled.

“Threesome, huh? Don’t think you’d be keen on that.” She said as she then smeared the mask on his right cheek and worked her way up.

“I’ve done it before.”

“With randos, not your friends.” She pointed out and he hummed in agreement.

“Well, I asked if he was interested in you and well, he is, obviously. But you guys can hook up if you want.” He said, eyes closed as Y/N finished smoothing the mask over his nose and then over his upper lip to finish up his face.

“There.” She said, disregarding his statement.

“I’m serious. I think I was just nervous of how that would impact our friendship, that you would replace me or something. But I mean, I trust you and I also trust him. He understands that we need to keep our relationship solid, so I know he wouldn’t do anything to come between us.” He said to Y/N.

“Well that’s good, but I won’t go out of my way to do it. If an opportunity presents mmmm, maybe, but I’m not really all that interested anymore.” She explained, “Just got it into my head that he was off limits, I guess.”

“Because I asked you to?”

“Well yeah, H. We’ve been over this.” She said to him, “It’s not a problem though.”

“Well now I feel like a dick.” He said and she giggled.

“Why?”

“Because you liked him too.”

“Oh my god, it’s not that serious, H. I thought he was hot at first sight. He’s cool, but it’s not like I like like him.” She assured him. “Besides, the more I think about it the more I come to terms with the fact that I’m kind of over hooking up with people.” She confessed.

“Really? What made you think that?” He asked.

“I realized that I use hooking up as a distraction. Because it allows me to remain stagnant as a person and isolated emotionally. I don’t have to look at my flaws or fears or concerns when it comes to emotional intimacy because it doesn’t matter, it never goes that deep. And I mean, physically I don’t really enjoy it as much as I used to, even with my regulars. Like it’s just so predictable and it does nothing to challenge me as a person. Like there’s nothing to work towards.” She said and he frowned.

“Oh wow, that’s… a lot.” He said and she nodded.

“And I don’t mean you, by the way. Our situation is different.” She said and he smiled a bit at that, “You certainly challenge me as a person.”

“Oh yeah, how’s that?” He asked.

“Every day I have to talk myself down from wanting to kill you, helps me work on my patience.” She said and he scoffed.

“I am a god damned dream and you know it.”

“More like a nightmare!” She teased and he pinched her side which made her giggle, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” She laughed, “Ya’ know I love you.” She said with a smile.

“Sure you do.” He looked down at her thighs.

“I really do, H. It’s nice to love someone who loves you back.” She said and he smiled.

“Yeah, I do love you, deep, deep down.” He grinned and she smiled.

“That’s fine, as long as it’s somewhere in there.” She assured him and he chuckled, “So with Santi…what’re you hoping to get out of it?” She asked and he sighed.

“I don’t know. I mean, I know that I’m not looking for something super serious, but he did mention that he’s polyamorous and even he was like I know that would never fly for you.” Harry said and Y/N giggled.

“He got that right!”

“You’d be OK with that?” He asked and she shook her head.

“No way, either you commit to a person or you don’t. I think it is possible to love more than one person at a time, but you always love one person more and that’s not fair to the others, not if they’re loving you fully and you’re loving them like 30%. Sounds like a lot of work too.” She said and he chuckled as he rested his hands over her thighs.

“Yeah, actually…” he mused and she smiled at him as she just took him in for a moment, he was so handsome. Flaws and all, Harry was a wonderful man and she was so glad that they were able to have this kind of relationship with each other. They complimented each other well.

“What?” He asked her and she smiled as she shook her head.

“Nothing, just looking at you and thinking about how lucky I got to meet you.” She said simply and he felt his heart skip a beat in the confines of his chest.

“You’re too sweet, Y/N. Give me more credit than I deserve.” He spoke softly as his thumbs caressed her thighs, back and forth in soothing motions and she tutted, dismissing his little self-deprecating moment.

“Did you come get in bed just because you wanted to talk about Santi or were you planning on having a sleepover with me?” She asked him.

“Both, obviously.” He said lowly.

“OK, just don’t sleep talk, s’very creepy.”

“That was one time.”

“It’s all the time, H.” She said flatly and he laughed.

Eventually they rinsed off their masks and Y/N went to blow dry her hair a bit as Harry laid there, waiting for her to join him. Finally she had switched off her ensuite lights and was walking through the dark room, the only light was that of the TV mounted over her dresser. As soon as she settled in Harry backed up into her chest and she smiled. Sometimes he was in super snuggly moods like this and she just let him cozy up to her as he mumbled a request for her to play with his hair, she never said no to him.

Y/N thought that he had fallen asleep, but Harry suddenly turned and hovered over her before he leaned in, breathing heavy and loud as their faces hovered closely to each other before he just connect his lips to hers in a slow and tentative kiss that kind of took her by surprise, but she easily gave in to his kiss. Harry rolled his hips down against her and she parted her lips as she breathed in a sharp breath before reaching between them, tugging away her pajama shorts and he panted as she also helped push his down until they were tangling tongues and drinking in each others moans as they toed off the clothing off of the bottom halves of their legs. He ground himself against her pussy again, his already leaking cock helped ease the glide as she grew wet for him. Her body’s response to his was so quick, he loved it. She bucked up against him, hungry for more but he lowered himself even more against her and he kissed her again with much more confidence than before, the sounds of their lips softly smacking together and their heavy and slow breaths were mixed in with the Friends episode droning on in the background. He pulled back from the kiss and she followed, searching for his lips and he smiled as he drew slightly further, teasing her until she huffed and he leaned in again, his lips skimmed against her own in feathery swipes.

“Wanna go slow?” He whispered his question against her lips. His question made her body start to buzz slightly. His request processing and eliciting a physical reaction from her, so instead of answering she draped her arm around his neck and craned her neck to capture his lips in another languid kiss, communicating to him that yes, she did want to go slow. He panted as she parted her legs, allowing his erection to slip lower and prod at her entrance, making him swallow thickly.

“Please, get inside of me.” She whispered and he nodded and gently pushed into her and they both gasped, but he kept going and in one slow thrust he had fully settled into her slick and hot pussy. They exhaled shakily as he rolled his hips into hers, not pulling out too much, but really grinding and humping his hips into hers to stimulate her g-spot and got was it working, she was trembling beneath him.

“Is this OK?” He asked her and she nodded before whispering her confirmation, “Good, wanna make it feel good for you.” He hummed before going a little faster and a painfully erotic cry slipped out of her throat as he pushed down against her lower stomach.

“O-oh f-fuck!” She sobbed softly as the tip of his cock kissed at her g-spot deliciously, it was making her toes curl. His hand slid down from her tummy and to her clit where he started to gently rub circular figures against her swollen little bud. A delicious tickle started to spread through her body at this combination of actions.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” He panted, “Look so good under me.” He mumbled and she whined out his name as all of the feelings in her body started to morph into pleasure and started flowing through her veins. It was making all of the little hairs on her body stand and her toes start to curl.

“Oh H, you’re gonna make me come!” She gasped and he moaned before kissing her lips.

“Already?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yeah, you feel so good like this!” She panted and he groaned as he picked up his pace, the wet and smacking noises of their bodies meeting was growing louder.

“Hear how wet you get for me. Fucking love it.” He growled against her jaw before kissing down to her neck and sucking against the hinge of her jaw.

“I’m right there! Oh my god!” She whimpered as her body tensed and her legs trembled around his thighs as he sighed.

“Yeah, give it to me, baby.” He panted against her neck as her back arched, the fire in her belly started to spread and consume her entire being.

“Ohm don’t stop, H! Don’t stop!” She sobbed and he fucked into her faster, right where she liked it until she froze for a second and her walls suffocated his cock before they started to pulse around him and her broken cries took over the silence as all of those beautiful and euphoric feelings circulated through her body, nails digging into his bum, pushing him deeper into her until his movements were stuttering.

“Gonna come inside you, OK?” He stuttered and she nodded through teary eyes, there was so much happening inside of her. She whimpered as he grunted in time with his thrusts which soon fell out of rhythm as he chased his own high and finally he gasped as he started to spill everything he had into her quietly. His entire body was covered in goosebumps as he continued thrusting through the sensitivity until her velvety and warm walls had taken every last drop of his cum.

Instead of pulling out of her their lips smeared together in a frantic and sloppy kiss. She hugged him against her chest and stared at she ceiling as she did her best to catch her breath, occasionally kissing at the top of his head. The only sounds in the room came from their ragged breaths and the low volume of the audience laughter from the TV, still playing Friends. This was different than any other time they had sex and neither of them wanted to say anything about it. After about ten minutes of just being together in the silence Y/N gently rubbed at Harry’s shoulder and he looked up at her.

“Need to go clean up.” She said.

“I can do it.” He groaned and rolled off of her.

“It’s cool, I have to go to the bathroom.” She said and he let her get up and go. He laid there in her residual warmth trying to come up with a reason for why he had just made love to her like that. He wasn’t sure, but after a few moments she was back and lifting the comforter from the bottom end and pulling out her shorts and his, she tossed his over to him which he shimmied on beneath he covers as she slipped hers on before getting back into the bed and cuddling into her pillows. Harry felt his heart sink as she hugged a pillow into her chest and faced away from him, but before he could get too into his head about why he felt that way she blindly extended her right arm back in his direction.

“Where’d you go?” She mumbled sleepily and he smiled and cuddled up into her back, spooning her before draping his arm over her hips and pulling her bum flush to his front.

“M’right here.” He whispered into her neck.

*********

It’d been almost a month since their first hook up and Santi and Harry were with each other almost all the time, she would see them in passing and all, but not really to hang out more than a meal or a quick errand. Often times Y/N would come home after work and he’d already be at Santi’s place, there were also nights in which he wouldn’t return until the wee hours of the morning for a shower and then head off to work or to whatever he had going on that day. Y/N thought it was amusing how the very thing Harry feared was the very thing he inflicted on others.

Y/N wasn’t bothered by this though; in fact she was a bit grateful for his disappearance because after that night they had sex she was left with a feeling that she so desperately wanted to shake. She didn’t want to want Harry and she didn’t want Harry to want her, at least not in the way that was implied by his actions that night. Letting him in that way was scary, it’s not like he didn’t know her ins and outs, but he had not experienced her as a significant other and honestly, she had such bad luck with relationships that she didn’t want to risk it with him ever. He mattered too much and the realization of that is what made her glad that he had in a sense disappeared from her side until further notice. She had got got home from work and was washing her lunch container when the front door flew open and Santi and Harry came in and she smiled at them.

“Hey guys! It’s been a while!” She said happily and Santi came up and hugged her tight from behind.

“Yes, it has! How have you been?” He asked her and she nodded.

“Good, just hanging out here, working a lot.” She shared as he released her and went for the fridge as if he were in his own home, it was nice to see people so comfortable in her space.

“I mean, that’s not a bad thing, right?” He asked as he grabbed a water bottle and Harry came into the kitchen and she shook her head.

“Nah, keeps me busy.” She assured and then Harry walked up and planted a kiss on her cheek from behind before also heading to the fridge and also grabbed some water.

“Do you have any plans tonight?” Santi asked her as he moved out of Harry’s way.

“Nope. Just gonna get ready for bed and watch TV, the usual.” She said.

“You’ve become really boring without me.” Harry said and she giggled.

“Doing nothing together is not necessarily exciting either.” She said and he chuckled.

“Sorry for stealing him away, by the way.” Santi chuckled and she shrugged with a grin.

“Hey, don’t be sorry, dude! I completely understand!” She assured through some laugher and Santi knocked his head back as he chuckled. Harry was magnetic and beautiful and he just drew people in, in an unbelievable way. Harry couldn’t help but let his ego flare up a bit as Y/N and Santi talked about his magnetic and alluring qualities.

“Well what’ve you been doing with your free time then?” Santi asked as Harry closed the fridge after not finding something to his liking and leaning back against it to listen.

“Literally, just hanging out at home.” She giggled.

“You have the house to yourself and haven’t had any company?” He asked in shock and she shook her head.

“No, I’ve really been enjoying the peace and quiet. And I mean, yeah sometimes I am very tempted to call in some assistance, but s’nothing I can’t handle on my own.” She assured Santi and he chuckled, “What are you guys up to tonight?”

“We were just gonna hang out here or at mine.” He explained and Harry hummed along in agreement.

“Oh, OK. We can watch a movie or something?” She suggested and they both agreed, “Santi can choose since he’s the guest.” She glanced to Harry.

“Yeah, yeah.” Harry mumbled as they all laughed a bit. Santi was picking out the movie while Harry opened up a bottle wine and Y/N quickly went to get dressed down for bed. She was half undressed and folder over the counter as she rinse the face wash from her face.

“Hey, we’re just waiting for you.” Harry said softly and she peeked an eye open and glanced at his reflection through the mirror as he leaned against the door frame, not bothering to hide the way he was looking at her body in her bra and thong and she just ignored it.

“Just start without me.” She said as she reached for her face towel and he sighed, “I’m serious it’s cool, I’ll be out in a sec.” She said, voice muffled through the fluffy material. Harry looked at her body again, it’d been a while since he’d had a proper good look at her and it was doing things to his tummy. He had sort of freaked out over how their last hook up went and just threw himself into the friends-with-benefits thing with Santi, it was easy to because he’s attracted to him, but Y/N has just been there for so long, it’s different. And seeing her like this, in front of him, he started to crave her body and her kiss. He reached out to her hip and she pulled the towel away from her face.

“Missed you.” He said softly and she smiled.

“Yeah, me too.” She responded before turning around and reaching for her toner. Harry made no movement to suggest he was leaving, instead he closed the toilet lid and sat there and watched as she then moved on to her moisturizer. She was so pretty, “What’re you sitting here staring at me for?” She giggled as she then grabbed her eye cream and he reached for her, finger barely looping into the seam of her thong and tugging, making her her walk over to him to avoid it from sliding away from its intended position, “Let go!” She chuckled as she now stood before him.

“Mm-mmm.” He declined, his pretty green eyes peering up at her and and she sighed.

“C’mon, H. Let me finish this so we can watch the movie.” She insisted as she put down the little container of eye cream and patted at the top of his head. He then just wrapped his arms around her hips and nuzzled his face against her stomach before kissing her there, she was so smooth and soft, whereas Santi was hairier and taut from his strict exercise regimen. He pressed his kissed over the valley of her breasts and sighed as he looked up at her, “That’s not working on me, H. C’mon, move it on out of here.” She said and he frowned as he let go of her and she went back to finish dotting her eye cream on and was about to leave the bathroom when he stood and pulled her into him.

“Kiss me?” He asked her quietly.

“No! Your friends with benefits is just down the hall, H. C’mon.” She insisted and he huffed and stepped into the bedroom. Her pajamas were always folded neatly behind her pillow, so she headed over to her bed. The light from the bathroom poured sufficient light into the bedroom and he watched again from his spot on the door frame as she reached behind her back to unhook her bra and that was the last straw. He hurried over to her smoothed his hands from behind her over her breasts and she inhaled deeply as his big hands squeezed them in his hands before his thumbs smoothed over her already peaked nipples. He pressed his body closer into hers and she could feel just how hard he was against her ass, “Harry,”

“Yeah, baby?” He asked quietly, lips skimming against her ear and her mouth dropped open as he nibbled at her earlobe, pleasurable little tingles shot through her body and straight to her core, “Feels good?” He asked with a smile and she nodded and whined out quietly as he pinched at her sensitive nipples, “Can I suck on them?” He asked her and she sighed.

“Harry, we need to get out there. Santi is waiting and-”

“Just a little bit, I’ll tell him I was helping you with something or whatever. Please.” He whispered hotly, rutting his hardened cock against the swell of her ass before slowly starting to turn her towards him as his lips sponged all over her throat before he sat on the bed and pulled her to stand between his legs and she bit her lip, “Please? Know you love how I suck on them for you.” He said quietly, he was quite good with his mouth. And before she could even give it another thought she was nodding and he enclosing her left nipple between his lips before opening up wider and sucking around her whole areola with more pressure. It made her moan and tangle her fingers in his hair as his hand played and tugged at the right one. Her fingers were running through his messy curls as her eyes grew heavy and hazy at the feeling of his lips and tongue working so well together to get her even more turned on than she was already. He soon moved to her right breast and she was about to urge him to hurry up when saw Santi peek his head in and his eyes widened when they met Y/N’s eyes, but he didn’t leave.

“H.” She said as she tugged on his hair a bit and he hummed, “Santi’s at the door.” She said softly and he pulled away from her.

“I don’t mind if he sticks around.” He spoke softly against her skin and she just smiled at him and signaled him to come in and he bit his lip as he started to walk in.

“Are you sure?” She whispered to Harry and he hummed before taking her into his mouth again.

“He’s good with his mouth, isn’t he?” Santi’s voice joined the mix and Y/N nodded with a smile and Harry drew back from her and glanced up at them both from the bed and she turned to Santi who looked her up and down for a moment, she was so gorgeous, he couldn’t deny that he had dreamed of getting to see her this way; of getting to have her and Harry at the same time, he’d thought of it plenty of times.

“You sure about this?” She asked Harry and Santi looked at him as well.

“Yeah, I trust you guys.” He said and with that Santi stepped closer to Y/N.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked and she nodded and he swooped in right away with a grin as he kissed her urgently. Harry knew that Santi was very attracted to Y/N, but seeing it happen before him was something else, especially as his hands ran down her waist and to her bottom, groping at her and feeling the curves of her body. Harry felt left out and just as he was about to say something Y/N pulled their lips apart.

“How about we take care of him before he starts whining about not being the center of attention?” Y/N asked Santi who grinned against her lips and nodded.

“You take the lead.” He told her and she gave him one more quick kiss before she leaned down to briefly catch Harry’s lips with hers before she sunk down to her knees. He exhaled shakily as she undid his jeans and then he lifted his hips to let her pull them down his legs along with his briefs. His heart was pounding with excitement, she always gave the best head. And she had been right, while he had been in group situations a couple times before it was always with random people he didn’t know all that well, so glancing up and having his eyes meet Santi’s, a friend and lover of his as well, it all felt a little bit more intense. Especially as he then looked down at Y/N’s hand wrapping around his cock and stroking slowly.

Harry sighed quietly and in second Santi was joining Y/N on his knees and his eyes fluttered closed as he felt both of kisses and sucks against his inner thighs and then finally he felt the warmth of their breaths puffing against his pulsing cock before their tongues lapped up and down his length. He spared a look down at them and groaned as his fingers dug into the sheets. He watched as Santis mouth trailed up along his cock while Y/N sunk a bit lower, they seemed to be in a single consciousness because as soon as his lips closed around the tip of his cock she gently sucked one his balls into her mouth.

“Oh fuck…” he moaned softly. That wonderful and familiar burning in the deepest part of him was being wound up. Once of his hands found perch in Santi’s hair as he bucked up into his mouth a bit more. Santi hollowed out his cheeks and increased the pressure of his sucks. Harry had an impressive size so Santi used his hand to stroke the bottom half of Harry’s length and really focused his mouth on the top half of him by using his tongue to get all of those sweet spot that were making his stomach flutter and his breathing hitch in his chest. Y/N pulled away to really let Santi do his best work and Harry’s heavy eyes blinked open upon her absence, but he was relieved that she climbed onto her bed and knelt beside him and kissed his cheek. He reached for one of her hands and intertwined their fingers, his grip tightening when things would get particularly delicious for him.

“Feels good?” She cooed softly against his ear.

“Yeah. Feels so good.” He panted and she smiled.

“Don’t be shy then, let’s hear it.” She encouraged him and he groaned, “Please. Like to hear it when things feel good for you.” She whispered and that made his stomach flutter and for a moan to leave his lips. Y/N grinned as she saw his abs tense up and the skin on his arms pimple with goosebumps, “Gonna come already?” She asked and he nodded.

“Shit, yeah! I’m close!” He warned through a moan.

“Hardly lasted at all, H.” She teased and he groaned, “Was kinda expecting a bit more from you.” She whispered just to him and his eyebrows furrowed, “Thought you were gonna wanna show me that you could please me more than him.” She said and he started feeling angry and jealous, “He seems eager to please.” Harry gasped, he was right on the edge and suddenly Santi pulled off of him and Harry whined as his orgasm slowly started to fade away from him as Santi started undressing.

Harry pouted and was still reeling when suddenly Santi was pushing Y/N away from Harry and down onto the bed and he kissed her languidly, her fingers were still intertwined with Harry’s and she squeezed them when Santi ground his crotch against hers. Harry looked at Santi’s hips rolling against Y/N’s and it made a weird feeling swirl in his chest; he called it jealousy because he didn’t know any better. It was more than that though, actually seeing her lips on someone else’s, seeing her get so lost in a kiss that she let him go and weaved her fingers into Santi’s hair instead, it made his chest hurt a little bit. Even more so when one of his hands slid up her waist, her ribs, and then palmed over her breast. She was so sensitive on her nipples and Harry was almost frowning as she whimpered out as Santi’s thumb traced over the perky little bud. Harry tore off his shirt and moved towards them.

“Make space.” Harry mumbled and Santi rolled off to her side, their lips still attached and Harry started to kiss at her stomach and down towards the seam of her thong. He let his tongue tease at her and then her fingers dug into his hair and he smiled as he went lower and tugged her thong up, letting the material bunch up between her slick folds. He licked at her labia before sucking a bit at each side before nuzzling his nose and mouth against her and groaning. She tasted so fucking good, he already liked going down on people, but he especially liked going down on her and in the same way, she was particular about who she let go down on her, he always made her come multiple times, so she never hesitated to let him do as he pleased with her body. Her hips bucked towards him, attempting to increase the friction that she so desperately wanted more of.

“Please, H!” She moaned against Santi’s mouth and that made him feel even more smug as he pushed her underwear aside kissed at her bare skin. Harry moaned as he immediately went towards her opening, wanting to taste her arousal straight form the source. Santi kissed down her neck until he reached her breasts and started sucking and kissing at those. He was much gentler than Harry was, but that allowed her to focus on the way Harry’s tongue was licking up her pussy, on a mission to get to her clit. The slight stubble around his mouth was providing another layer of feeling to her and then Santi bit down on her nipple and she cried out softly. Santi moved so that he could see Harry. Harry was looking like he was in heaven all on his own as he ate Y/N out. His eyes fluttered open and met Santi’s and he grinned before nipping at Y/N’s nipple again which made her moan and Harry grabbed her thighs and parted them further as he then went straight for her clit causing Y/N to choke on a moan and even Santi groaned as he watched the way Harry just lost himself in what he was doing. His head was moving side to side and the sounds that were being made were so sinful it made his cock throb. Y/N’s chest was rising and falling and Santi sucked harder at her chest and she started to tense up.

“Gonna come for me, baby?” Harry mumbled.

“Yes! Please don’t stop!” She gasped, tightening her grip on Harry’s hair until she inhaled sharply and she started to come undone. Her moans were so pretty and melodious. Even Harry moaned against her as if her pleasure was bringing him pleasure. Santi knew that they had slept together, but they seemed to be very in tune with each other and it was easy to become immersed in this moment with them. There was an added layer of familiarity and intimacy between Y/N and Harry and it was exciting to be a part of it. Santi kissed up Y/N’s chest and neck until their lips were meeting once again.

“What should we do next, hmm?” He asked her quietly, here hazy eyes met his and she smiled as her hand reached down to where he was hard and ready to go. She palmed at the bulge in his pants and before things could get any further Harry was pulling Santi up to kneel and smashing his lips against his. He didn’t want to see her put her mouth on him, there’s be no going back. He knew how good she was and the idea of Santi needing her as badly as him didn’t sit well with him. She was his.

With him occupied up there with Harry Y/N undid his pants and pulled out his cock, which made him groan into Harry’s kiss as she got her mouth around him. His dick was about as long as Harry’s, if not a little bit more, but he was more slender, so it was easier to swallow him down further and he hissed as she bottomed out on him. His lips parted and he moaned into Harry’s mouth as he started to thrust into Y/N’s mouth. When Harry felt her hand slither up his thigh he angled his hips towards her a little more allowing her to start to stroke at his erection, her grip would tighten as she’d come up to the tip, making the most delicious feeling swirl in the pit of his stomach as she stimulated those sensitive nerves perfectly. She knew what he liked, so it was no surprise that she was working him up quickly, especially since he had been denied his first orgasm not too long before. His mouth fell open as he panted and moaned against Santi’s mouth.

“Oh shit…” he whined and just as he was about to get too close she let go of him and pulled her mouth away from Santi’s cock, “Y/N-”

“You can’t come yet.” She spoke and he sighed as Santi smirked against his lips.

“C’mon guys…” he whined.

“You can wait a little bit more. I think you’re really gonna like what’s coming next…” Santi hummed against his lips before kissing him deeply and they soon parted with a soft smack.

“What’s coming next?” Y/N asked and Santi lowered himself and spoke in her ear. Harry watched as her eyebrows raised and then glanced up to him with her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Really?” He asked and they both laughed softly before pulled away from her.

“Do you haven condoms?” Santi asked her.

“Yeah there’s some in the bedside table.” She said and Santi moved away from her to dig through the drawer.

“Do you have lube?” He asked.

“No, actually.”

“I have some somewhere.” Harry said.

“Go get it yeah?” Y/N asked with a kind smile and he nodded but not before his lips met hers in a slow and gentle kiss and she smiled against him before he mumbled that he’d be right back and off he went to find the lube.

He was only gone about three minutes, but when he came back Y/N and Santi were panting as his cock slowly sunk in and out of her, that really did not settle well with him. It made his blood boil with jealously as she moaned and arched her back up. Santi’s lips trailed along her neck and his arms were encasing her body, the space between them was so small. He started fucking into her harder.

“Oh yes!” She mewled over the sounds of their sex, “Fuck, just like that, Santi!” She keened softly and it made his chest tighten with hurt as another person’s name flowed from her lips. It made him want to show her what he could do. He came closer and climbed onto the bed with determination and the shift caused them both to glance over at him, “Ready?” She asked him and he nodded. Santi gently pulled out of her and Harry saw that he was wearing a condom, which made him feel a little bit better about this, Y/N was only his to fuck raw and fill up.

“Where do you want me?” He asked them.

“Up against the headboard.” Santi said and he started shifting over.

“Wait, let me fluff up the pillows for you.” She said and did just that. She knew his back got Sore easily so she wanted to provide a little bit more support for him and she moved out of the way when everything was ready and he settled back against the headboard and Y/N straddled his lap and smiled down at him.

“Condom?” Santi asked Harry, who looked in his eyes and then at Y/N’s with a smirk.

“Fuck no, we don’t use those with each other.” he said almost as if it were offensive for Santi to have asked and they all chuckled as Harry reached for Y/N’s bottom and guided her lower to soak up his prick with her arousal.

She was buzzing in anticipation to feel him stretch her out a bit. He gave her a small nod and she shifted to settle over his cock. She hummed in delight as she started sinking down onto him and his nails dug into her ass and he held her there for a few seconds as he bottomed out.

“Good?” She asked him and he nodded and loosened his hold on her to let her drag her hips up and then back down again. Then he felt Santi’s fingers smear some of the lube against his hole and gently dip a finger in until he smoothed it over his prostate which made him moan and squeeze Y/N hard again.

“I’m gonna put in another finger.” Santi warned.

“Fuck, please do it.” Harry begged and Y/N smiled down at him as his head was tossed back now as Santi’s fingers stretched him out a little bit more. After a few minutes of this Santi was scooting in right behind Y/N. He grabbed his cock and dripped some of the lube over himself before slipping against Harry’s entrance and he grabbed around one of Harry’s legs and opened it a bit wider to make a little more room. Y/N watched Harry’s eyes darken even further at the feeling of Santi’s cock teasing at his entrance and she grinned, he was so needy. Then a few seconds later his eyebrows furrowed in and his mouth fell open as Santi pushed inside slowly. Harry’s entire body felt even more on fire as his cock filled him up perfectly and reached just the right places. His entire body was covered in goosebumps at the slight pain from the snug fit. Y/N could feel Santi’s low moan against her spine as Harry’s hole adjusted to his size. Harry’s fingers were sure to leave bruises on her skin from how tight he was holding on to her and she started to swivel her hips on his, sinking his cock in deeper into her and he moaned out as his tip kissed up against her g-spot.

“You’re so fucking deep.” She whispered and he moaned again as she clenched up around him.

“Please fuck me.” He panted out and Santi nodded against Y/N’s back and he drew out as she lifted herself up, and for Harry time was still for a little too long in anticipation until they both collided with his body again. Inevitably a loud moan flew past his parted lips as they fucked him. His eyes were full of desperation for more somehow. Naturally, Y/N and Santi’s paces fell out of sync, but that didn’t bother Harry. His most sensitive parts were getting railed and he was getting overwhelmed by it. They were all moaning and crying out in pleasure as their bodies rolled together and worked in tandem to get to that most coveted euphoric peak.

Y/N ran her hands up from Harry’s abs to his chest where she swirled her fingers around for a bit before she smoothed over his nipples and he bit on his lip, his eyes not daring to leave hers until she slightly pinched at them to add another layer pleasure to his experience and he hissed, making his entire body stiffen at the slight bite of pain.

“Shit… he’s so fucking tight.” Santi panted into the back of Y/N’s neck, “So good.” He praised and Harry moaned hearing this and Y/N pinched at him harder, causing his body to tense up even more and Santi’s groan rubbles against Y/N’s back.

“Oh fuck!” Harry moaned as Santi started thrusting into him faster as soft grunts of exertion puffed against her hot skin. The sounds these two were making were making Y/N’s body tickle with excitement as she continued riding on harry’s cock, watching his face contort and express all of the sensations he was feeling, then behind her Santi’s warmth and his lips would skim against her and nip at her neck and shoulders. She loved the way one of his hands was kneading at her breast while Harry’s were gripping to her ass for dear life, keeping her on his cock, thrusting up into her as best as he could while she and Santi fucked him, “Fuck, I’m gonna come!” He panted and Y/N let her hands slither up to his neck and practically begged her with his eyes to choke him, but she waited for a moment. “Please.” He sighed quietly and she gave in and squeezed at the sides of his throat, letting that floaty feeling start to engulf him.

“You’re such a needy thing, H. Always want to be the center of attention.” She said and he groaned, “Is this enough for you, getting fucked both ways at the same time?” She asked and he moaned louder, the sound cutting off as his air supply started to diminish.

“Fuck, keep going.” Santi grumbled against her sweaty skin.

“Taking his big cock so well. So proud of you, my needy little whore.” Harry was losing his mind as her words registered, “Know you want to come, baby. Want you to come so we can come too.” She spoke shakily, “What do you need?” She asked and she watched as his face was starting to go a bit pink and his breathing was very shallow and his eyes rolled back but he panted out a barely audible ‘more’ and she moaned, “Fuck, let’s go harder. He wants it harder.” She instructed Santi and they went harder and faster until Harry’s back started to arch and his legs started to shake, “Oh fuck, that’s it.” She encouraged him, “You’re doing so good. Such a good boy.” She praised him as his entire body shivered and tingled as he pumped ropes and ropes of cum into her and she slowly relieved the hold on his neck and brought her hand down to rub at her clit.

“Fuck, please! I can’t!” Harry sobbed and begged as she kept riding his cock, it was too sensitive, especially with Santi’s cock ramming against his prostate.

“You can do it, H. I’m so close.” Y/N panted and shortly after that Santi was thrusting hard and stilling deep inside of him and grinding against him as he moaned out in ecstasy as he came as Harry cried out. This caused Y/N to topple over the edge and for her walls to flutter and pulse around him and she smiled, completely blissed out as she kept riding Harry through her orgasm until tears streamed down his face.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m coming!” He sobbed as he spilled his cum into her again, completely wiped out by this one. He writhed around so much that she had to steady herself against Santi’s chest until Harry had stopped trembling and was just a heap of sweat and exhaustion and shallow breaths. Santi gently pulled out of him and went to toss the condom. After fully coming down Y/N lifted herself off of Harry, making him hiss at the absence and his cum immediately started to dribble from her entrance and she tightened up to hold it in and not get any on her bed.

“Fuck, help me down.” She called to Santi who immediately extended a hand and helped her off of the bed.

“Where are you going?” Harry whispered tiredly.

“Gonna get something to clean up.” She assured him and waddled over to her ensuite and Santi got back on the bed and turned to Harry.

“Was that OK?” He asked quietly and Harry nodded with a small smile, “We kinda ganged up on you there, sorry.” He chuckled and Harry sniffled out a laugh and let out a slow breath.

“It’s…more than alright. Wow…” he mumbled and Santi chuckled and reached for Harry’s hand.

“So what, are we all gonna be a throuple now?” Harry joked and Santi laughed quietly.

“I will respectfully decline.” Santi said with a smirk and Harry scoffed in slight offense.

“What? Why? Aren’t we a fucking dream?” He asked Santi who chuckled and nodded.

“I mean yeah, I like you guys but ummm…you’re obviously in love with Y/N.” Santi said and Harry’s smile was immediately gone, “Does she know how you feel about her?” He asked more quietly and Harry bit his lip nervously.

“That’s not…even an option.” Harry said quietly and Santi smiled.

“I know it’s scary, putting yourself out there, but you have to try.” He encouraged him.

“Why? I don’t think she feels the same, it’d be stupid to.” He responded.

“Mmm-mmm, it’s brave. And well, you never know unless you do something about it, H.” Santi said quietly as they saw Y/N emerging from her bathroom with a little hand towel and leaning over to wipe Harry down where his cum had dripped, “And your bum from the lube.” She said tapping his leg.

“I can do it myself.” He said bashfully.

“Now he does it himself… almost always makes me do it.” Santi said quietly to Y/N who just giggled and Harry scoffed at them before sitting up and grabbing the towel from her and shooting them one more annoyed look as he hobbled over to the bathroom and she just threw herself back on the bed and sighed loudly.

“Are you OK?” Santi asked and she nodded.

“Yeah, that was fun.” she smiled.

"Yeah, it was." he agreed with a grin.

“Are you gonna stay over?” She asked.

“No. I want to have a shower and I need to set up some stuff for a private chat I have tomorrow.” He sighed and she hummed in understanding.

“Well thank you for this unexpected and wonderful experience.” She said and he chuckled.

“Thank you guys for letting me in.” He said as he stretched a bit and then sat up.

“Maybe we can do it again sometime.” She said and he smiled.

“I mean… I’d be open to it.” He assured her.

“Cool. I can walk you out.” She said.

“Oh no, you stay and get comfy.” He assured her as Harry came back out to the bedroom, “Harry can walk me out and lock up, yeah?” He said to Harry.

“Oh yeah, of course.” He said and we t to grab his briefs and slipped them on as Santi got dressed and with a final hug Harry was guiding him through the apartment and to the door and Santi smiled at him, “What?” Harry asked with a nervous smile.

“Be brave.” Santi said before kissing his cheek and Harry sighed and mumbled a goodnight before locking up. He grabbed them both some water and headed back over to Y/N’s room where she was still staring at the ceiling.

“Got you some water.” Harry said and she sat up.

“Thanks.” She responded before chugging some down.

“You feeling OK with everything? We hadn’t planned that or anything, it just kind of happened…” Harry said and she nodded.

“Yeah, I’m good. I had fun, I enjoyed it. We can… do it again if you want?” She said and Harry looked to her and bit down on his lip and decided to just come out with it.

“I mean, it was fun but… I don’t know if I want to do that again.” He said to Y/N and she frowned.

“Oh, are you alright? Was it something I did?” She asked and he shook his head, feeling so nervous.

“No, but I think you were right. About it being different when you know the people involved.” He said and she frowned.

“Oh. Was it because Santi and I had sex without you?” She asked, “If so I didn’t think it would be an issue since you were going to come back and join in. But I’m sorry if I-”

“No it’s actually ummm… not a Santi thing. I just don’t think I ever want to see you with anyone else like that.” He said and she froze, “It made me jealous…and it made my heart hurt. It hurt my feelings.” He said and she pouted.

“Oh, H. I’m so sorry if I missed that at any point!” She said as she hurried to his side.

“You didn’t, it’s OK. I mean, we both know I get jealous but this is…more than that, Y/N.” He spoke tentatively and she bit her lip as she realized what he was getting at, “Y/N, I don’t want to share you with anyone else and I don’t…I don’t think I can ignore how I feel about you anymore. Or I don’t want to.” He said as he grabbed her hand and she sighed shakily.

“Harry, I don’t think you’re thinking clearly.”

“I’ve never been more lucid.” He said softly and she shook her head.

“You’re just jealous, H.” She said and he grabbed her face and shook his head.

“Mmm-mmm.” He refused, “I’m in love with you. I think I have been for a really long time. And just like you, I’ve been scared to accept that because what if we fuck everything up?”

“Exactly! What if we fuck everything up?” She asked and he smiled.

“If this was not going to work it would’ve stopped working a long time ago.” He said to her, “I can’t believe it took something like this to get me to see that I never want to lose you. I’m always gonna fight for you. For us. I know that I make you happy. You make me happy, baby. So fucking happy. And I know that you also love me. You’d have to, to always put me first like you do.” He said quietly and her chest was rising and falling quickly.

“Harry-”

“Please, let’s give it a shot. Please.” He implored fervently and she felt her heart about to burst. She was so scared.

“I’m scared.” She whispered as a tear streaked down her cheek and he wiped it away.

“Me too, baby. But that’s why we have each other.” He reasoned and she exhaled, “Do you want to do this with me?” He asked again and she took a moment to really think about it and she almost instantly realized that her love for him outweighed her insecurities and she nodded her head.

“Yes.” She whispered and he smiled so brightly.

“Yeah?” He asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, baby. You & me. Let’s do this.” She smiled and he just leaned in to kiss her with all of the love in his heart as his happiness soared to new heights.

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