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starbuckie · 3 years

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𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞

pairing: carter baizen x reader

words: 2.2k words

warnings: SMUT 18+ (d/s tones, sub!carter, both of these bitches are switches who am i kidding, masturbation, panty wearing/jerking off, cumplay, praise kink, degradation kink, mistress kink, oral m, edging, pet names; baby boy), lots of bantering, fwb dynamics, fluff

summary: carter baizen taking orders instead of giving them? manhattan never thought they’d see the day.

a/n: second and unfortunately final part to indulging myself into whiny subby carter. because. um. did u see that man get punched. gossip girl spoiler: he enjoyed it way too fucking much.

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The last thing Carter remembered was accidentally spilling some white wine on one of his father’s investors at the table. It wasn’t that big of a deal: all of Gregory Baizen’s allies were haughty millionaires who would simply bitch and moan about the stain, reminding their assistants to buy a new suit the next day. It wasn’t a big deal. So he was a bit confused to have Y/N’s manicured nails digging through his suit jacket as she shoved him into a room, her breath coming out in harsh breaths through her nostrils.

She, on the other hand, knew exactly what she was doing. She had been the one watching him spill the wine, then pull the table runner off the table with his tight fists, hit his head on the table, then have the audacity to come at the table with a more than pornographic moan. Lydia had basically shoved the half-delirious man into Y/N’s arms, hungry with a partially-eaten dinner in her stomach. She was a bit pissed, to say the very least.

“Wh-what’re you doing, Y/N? What happened to the dinner?” Carter stuttered alarmingly. He was pushed into an old couch, sinking into the cushions with great ease as the woman hovering over him began to unbutton his slacks. “Oh God, are you gonna suck me off? Because I’m definitely not complaining.”

“Shut your fucking mouth, Carter.” She pushed his pants down his legs, revealing his half-hard cock in her panties, smeared in the product of his impatience. She pulled the sheer, come-soaked material to the side of his dick, watching as it sprung up to his lower abdomen. “You couldn’t wait until I finished my marinara, could you?”

Oh. It all clicked in Carter’s head. Why she was so angry at him, why they had been kicked out of the gala, why his thighs were strangely warm and his dick aching. The silicone ring still sat snug around the base of his girth, just tempting to vibrate at any moment. Y/N pulled out its remote, pressing down on the button again at the highest setting.

He yelped.

“Oh- fuck, Y/N-” She slapped him across the face, watching him readjust his jaw before smirking. She did it again. “Mistress, that feels so good.”

She unzipped the side of her dress, shimmying the lacy sky number off with a wiggle before taking her place on his naked lap. “Does it, baby boy? Did you like how the ring felt around your dick while we were talking to your parents?” Carter nodded fervently, biting on his lower lip and shutting his eyes. His hips began to rut into hers subconsciously, but awakening a dull thrum in her core. “Did you come better than you ever have before?”

“Yes, yes, yes, mistress, please keep going, it hurts so much.” He whined, slotting his fully hard cock between her thighs, twitching when he felt her slick. She was practically leaking, her juices coating the insides of her legs and dripping down them too. Her hands were clenched around his broad shoulders, the remote clutched tightly in one while her lips focused on finding the corner of his mouth.

“You’re such a pathetic little bitch.” Carter’s brain short circuited as he tried to make sense of her words, until it clicked in too late. No-

Y/N switched off the device, lifting her hips off of his just enough so he could feel her warmth, but not her cunt. He didn’t deserve that yet. “All I asked of you was one night, but you just couldn’t keep it together. Coming in your pants like the fucking baby you are.”

She fully sunk down on his length, feeling his dick twitch against her entrance as she did so. Despite the cool shill of the room, her forehead was beaded with dots of sweat and every hair stood up on her bare skin. The drag of her walls sent him crazy- he had decided then that he had reached midheaven, with her enticing heat wrapped so snugly around his cock, but he knew she wasn’t going to let him get off easy.

How right he was.

As soon as she lifted her hips again and he tried to grab, she grabbed his throat with her manicured fingers, forcing his chin up towards the ceiling abruptly. Carter moaned at the contact and Y/N reeled in his submission. He was good for her, not daring to inch his hips up as hers moved even slower. It was instinct, to let her take control of his body, to bring him pleasure through humiliating him with harsh words and even harsher slaps.

And she took her time with him. Riding his cock sensually, ensuring that every time she sunk down, the head of his dick was hitting her spot with a slow force. Normally she liked it fast, rough, but she was more than happy to slow it down for his punishment.

Her fingers squeezed the sides of his throat and she saw how black consumed his irises. Those stone-cold blues were taken over by pure lust, and he choked out a barely audible whine when she spoke. “Open your mouth, baby, show me how good you are.”

Without any hesitation his jaw dropped, allowing Y/N to spit down his throat. Her saliva slid down his tongue smoothly, and as much as he wanted to say he hated it, he didn’t. His throat burned, tasting the piquant tones from the Sauvignon Blanc she’d drank earlier. She leaned down to taste his lips again, breathing in his overly powerful Zegna cologne and tasting herself on his lips.

Her hip bones crashed against his as she fought harder against her own orgasm, rolling down on his thighs impatiently. His skin was smooth against hers, with his regular waxings and body scrubs it always was. “You’re always such a whiny little bitch, you know that, baby? It’s a good thing I’m here to keep you in your place.”

He was gasping for air with her words. Crimson red pleasure rushed through his veins, spurring him on, and his hands grasped at anything to ground him when he felt so heavenly. With his panting and his clawing at the couch fabric, he looked desperate.

Carter Baizen. Desperate.

“Does it feel good, mon ange? I bet it does. Feels good to let go sometimes, doesn’t it?” Carter nodded fervently, biting on his lower lip as his hips started to snap up into hers. She squeezed a little harder around his throat and gave him a short, but cruel slap to his cheek. A warning for his misbehavior. “Answer me, baby.”

“Yes, mistress,” he practically preened, “feels so good, so fucking tight.”

She hopped off of him, and in one quick movement she was kneeling between his feet. A long wine left his throat when her silky warmth left him but soon it was replaced with her mouth, as she grasped the base of his length in one hand, corkscrewing the ring around it in gentle motions. Her mouth suckled at his tip, her tongue licking at his slit like a kitten lapping for milk.

Carter’s hands were busy, one pulling at his own hair (because she would’ve left him in a second if he dared to grab hers), the other loosening his tie as his chest took more room to breathe. He was nearly heaving as Y/N worked on his cock, eyelashes tickling the skin on his hip.

She sucked him in shallow strokes, waiting until his dick twitched to take him all the way down her throat. He choked on his own spit, blubbering like the baby he truly was when he felt the smoothness of her mouth contract around him. “Oh- fuck, mistress, mistress,” he cried, “please let me come, I’ve been so good.”

She looked up. Tears streamed down his cheeks. His eyes were rimmed with red, watery as he held on to the last of his sanity so he wouldn’t blow his load before she said he could. His hair was sticking up in all directions and his puffy lips only added on to his appeal. Y/N pulled her mouth off his cock, licking his salty pre-come from her lips. “I think you’ve been a real fuckin’ brat, baby boy, it’s gonna be a while ‘til you get to.”

He let out a mournful sob, and it just turned her on even further. With a light squeeze to his tight, sensitive sac, she straddled his legs again and began to tease the tip of his cock with her weeping entrance. “If you wanna come, baby, you better make sure I do first.”

His shaking hands grasped for her hips, immediately strengthening once he made contact with her skin. She sunk down on his cock with a slow drag, bouncing up and down in tandem with Carter’s hands. Her bra-covered tits appeared right before his tear-filled eyes as she took hold of the roots of his hair, pressing him towards her chest. “C’mon, baby boy, I know you wanna suck them. Don’t get all shy on me now.”

Without any other hesitation, he fumbled to push the cups of her black lacy brasserie down, revealing her bouncing tits, nipples hardening in the chilly room. His lips attached to her left bud, the other hand punching and groping it ferociously. Sparks of igniting ecstasy warmed her skin at the mercy of his hands and she pulled even harder on the roots of his hair, making him moan against her chest. Her head fell back with the vibrations of his groans against her sensitive skin.

“Mistress, tastes so good,” she hummed in approval, moving harder on his cock as the coil in her tummy tightened with him biting her skin so deliciously, “‘m gonna come soon, I can’t hold on much longer.”

“That’s okay, baby,” Y/N moaned, “I’m so close, just a little bit more, okay? I know you can take it.”

She got nothing but a stuttered whine in response, but it was more than okay to her. Just like instinct, one hand snaked to her clit, rubbing her small pearl of nerves in quickening circles. Her own breath got stuck in her throat as her pussy clamped down on his cock, rocking her hips wildly as she chased her orgasm. “Fuck, baby, I’m coming, shit-”

Her head fell on his shoulder as she came, riding out her orgasm like a bitch in heat. As she fell apart on his cock, Carter pulled out of her with a low whine, jerking himself quickly before spurting milky white come onto Y/N’s stomach. The liquid dripped through his fingers and onto the red panties, which needed to be discarded with how dirty it was.

When their breathing started to slow down from their highs, Carter snatched a few tissues from the table next to him, wiping his come off of her stomach and cleaning the sickness from between her thighs. It was a rhythmic routine to clean up afterwards, one they’d done a hundred times over. She removed the cock ring from his softening length (which he was sad to see go, unfortunately), and he helped her panties up her own legs. Once she had her dress back on, wrinkled but safe from any product over their fuck on the couch, she walked, limping slightly, over to the pristine white cabinets on the side of the room.

Carter watched her, pulling at different handles, seemingly searching for something, as confusion came over his senses. They were at the Lotte New York Palace, that much he knew, but how’d she have a room near the event space? He’d been so hazy from his orgasm at the dinner table- oh, yes, that sounded much worse when he was sober- that he hadn’t given a second thought to where they were.

But his questions were answered when Y/N sauntered over with a pair of clean Hugo Boss briefs and his mint green silk night pants. He was very particular about his nightwear.

“You knew this was gonna happen, didn’t you? That I was gonna blow my load at the table,” Carter accused.

Y/N winced at his choice of words before chuckling, motioning for him to help her with adjusting her hair, which he did with a small groan. “You never behave, I think both of us knew you’d be overly sensitive with the toy. Still embarrassed your family at the table though, Carter, your mom was beyond pissed.”

“Well,” he shrugged, lifting himself from the couch to put the briefs on, along with the silk pajama pants she’d provided him, “I’ll deal with her later. What time is it?”

Y/N grabbed her phone from her colorblock Coach clutch, reading through her notifications before answering. “Ten minutes ‘til nine. You wanna hit up the bar at The Empire?”

“‘Course, lemme grab a new shirt,” he grabbed his own phone from the side table, but not before smirking, “mistress.”

Though she’d never admit it, her cheeks heated up at the power-fueled name, picking up and throwing her panties at his face again. “I’m leaving without you, asshole.”

His disgusted groans trailed behind her as she left the room, ready to repeat the events taken place in the hotel room at the gala in Berlin the next night.

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starbuckie · 4 years

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𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

challenge: the cbc 1k writing challenge by @captainscanadian

prompt: “do you treat all your hookups like this?”

pairing: carter baizen x reader

words: 4.7k words

warnings: fluff, angst, assault, swearing, some degrading comments, and implications of the sexy times

summary: waling up next to one of New York’s most eligible bachelors brings on a lot more than what you expected.

a/n: what’s up y’all! i’ve essentially been dead for the past two weeks, but i’m back! i lost motivation for a bit, but i feel a lot better now, and what better way to come back then a little carter baizen? i ended up writing a lot more than originally intended, but i like the way it turned out. anyways, enjoy, and thank you for all of your support<3

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As you awoke with a long stretch and yawn, memories of the previous night had you smiling like an idiot. Sunlight streamed from the half-closed blinds of your windows and the smell of coffee wafted to your room from the kitchen. You grabbed your lover’s dress shirt from off the floor and slipped a pair of satin slippers on your feet.

The night before had been amazing. It had started with a beach reception when you had finally caught his eye. The two of you had been playing a game of cat and mouse during the whole wedding, only giving lustful stares and shy smiles, but when you finally had a hold of each other, your night only got better. The rest of the night had the sounds of only tearing clothes, pants, and moans.

Snapping out of your sweet reverie, you stared at the man in your kitchen. His bare back was faced towards you, giving a great view of his shifting muscles while he made pancakes. A bowl of mixed berries were laid out on the table, along with strawberry syrup and mugs of Peruvian coffee. “Do you treat all of your hookups like this, Baizen?”

Carter, finally noticing your presence, turned around and gave you a heartwarming smile. He flipped the last few pancakes over and walked over to wrap his arms around your waist. Burying his face into the crook of your neck, he mumbled, “Haha, cute joke. After everything we’ve been through babygirl, this was definitely not a hookup. And I only treat my favorite person like this, so eat up.” He gestured towards the food on the table and with a quick kiss to your lips, turned his attention back to the pancakes.

You sat in one of the chairs and took a sip of steaming coffee and looked out of the ceiling to floor windows surrounding the room. The New York City skyline would never get old from this view, no matter how long you and Carter had had this penthouse. Sighing, you looked down at your left hand, the sun casting light on the diamond on your fourth finger.

You had been engaged for only six months, but it didn’t feel like anything new. At the age of 33, you didn’t feel any different than you did ten years before or even ten before that. Hell, you always knew that you would be Carter’s friend, but one drunken night had changed that very quickly.

As your fiance joined you at the table, he set a plate of warm pancakes in front of you. Sure, he could have had your housekeeper, Marybeth do it for him, but he also liked pampering you himself. Together, you sat in silence and stared out the windows. Carter tore his eyes away from the city to study your face. He would never understand how after twenty years of friendship, it ended with him finding his one love and putting a ring on your finger.

“Hey, baby?” He asked, and you hummed and met his gaze. “How’d we even get here?”

You smirked and replied with, “Well, I walked from the bedroom, but I don’t know about you?”

“Don’t be cheeky,” he said, pinching your elbow. You swatted his hand away and smiled. “Anyway, what I meant to say before I was so rudely interrupted, was how did I end up with the most beautiful girl on the Upper East Side?”

“Well, if I recall, it started with me being fed up with your stupid ass, and you finally confessing that you had been madly in love with me since we were thirteen.”

“And I still am.” He moved towards you to place his lips on yours. “You’re mine now, baby.” You grinned against his lips and went to sit on his lap.

“Mr. Baizen, you’ve had me from the moment I laid eyes on you. With that cute little schoolboy outfit, and your hair! Oh god, remember-”

With a playful glare, he cut you off as you giggled. “We do not need to talk about my middle school style, fiancee, but I will gladly talk about when I fell in love with you.”

“That sounds good.” You smiled at each other and went back down memory lane, into your long, long, shared history.

20 YEARS EARLIER

Looking in the mirror, your maid had finished tailoring your school uniform. When she deemed you presentable she scurried out of the room to help your mother, and you immediately went to call your best friend.

“Carter, are you ready for our first day? We’re finally in eighth grade. Next year I’ll be headed off to Constance and you’ll be going to St. Judes, and there’s gonna be a whole ton of hot guys-”

Your friend’s chuckles were heard through the phone. “Y/N, we haven’t even begun the first day yet.”

“Yes, I know, but we’ll be one step closer to the best years of our lives!” Your mom’s voice called you from downstairs. Oh crap. Only the Lord knew that Andrea L/N did NOT want to be kept waiting. “Okay, my mom’s coming, but we’re coming to pick you up right now. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

“See ya soon, Y/N.” You smiled at his voice and responded.

“See ya soon, Baizen.” You hung up the phone and ran to your vanity. Making sure your mascara wasn’t smudged while you had dressed, you spritzed on the Chanel perfume you had stolen from your mother's room. Truth be told, you only dressed up for Carter, but you would never tell him that.

His parents were two of New York’s socialites, famous and wealthy, so they got along well with your parents. Though your dad didn’t pay too much attention to you, your mother made sure you kept up with your grades and social life. She was always the shoulder to cry on, offering you wisdom and advice. Not to mention, but your mom was a fantastic shoe designer. She was truly the greatest woman you knew. The two of you grew up closely with his sister Caroline, from the time you were babies to now. Caroline had gone to a boarding school in France in the fifth grade, but that didn't tear your friendship, and only made it stronger. However, while you stay poised and polite, Carter had always had a bit of a bad boy streak. Albeit, he was charming and sweet, sometimes too much for his own good, but the two of you were opposites. Yin and yang. Sun and moon. At the age of thirteen he was the Upper East Side’s darling sweet-talker, who had girls and boys alike fawning over him.

Including you.

You never realized when you had started developing feelings for your friend, but it was a huge shock to you. It helped that he was cute as hell, but you got to see the sweet side of him, that was respectful and caring. He always made sure you were comfortable and happy, giving you a small sliver of hope that he liked you back. You always helped him, whether it was being a wingwoman, or giving him schoolwork, you were always there at his beck and call.

The next seven years were absolutely painful for you, however. In high school, he charmed the skirt off of every single girl at Constance, and constantly blew you off for hookups and dates. When he was cut off and went to travel the world, you called him to make sure he was okay, though he always seemed fine to you. You stuck with him through everything, and the more you went on, you barely knew the man who claimed to be your best friend.

Dating Serena was the last straw. You were twenty-one, studying political science and business to hopefully one day become a lawyer. Your father had disapproved of your majors, but your mom fully supported you.

Sighing and putting your textbook away, you stood up and went to put something on for the party you were invited to. Normally, you would have stayed in your NYU dorm, but Carter had miraculously managed to get you to leave, claiming you needed to meet his girlfriend, who you didn’t know at the time. You grumpily slipped on a champagne sequin dress, and grabbed your white stilettos to match. After hailing a cab, you were off to Blair Waldorf’s house, unknowingly driving to the end of you and Carter’s friendship.

You had to admit that the party wasn’t half bad. Blair certainly knew how to decorate, and it wasn’t hard to believe, considering her mother was the infamous designer, Eleanor Waldorf. You bumped into a lot of old classmates from your high school years, and grudgingly exchanged greetings. When you finally found Carter, he had his arm slipped around the waist of a pretty blonde, making your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. He turned around, and let out a smile that normally would have made you happy, but instead filled you with dread.

“Y/N! You made it! This is Serena Van der Woodsen.” As you went in to hug your friend, you were stopped by none other than Serena's hand stuck out for you to shake.

“Hi, it’s so nice to meet you, Y/N. I’ve heard so much about you.” You stared into her blue eyes, and were immediately filled with envy and irritation.

You had no right to be mad. You knew Carter could date whoever he wanted, but at this point you didn’t care. Exhausted, you started to yell at the couple.

“Really, Carter? You go off to travel some other goddamn countries and come back to date a high schooler? A child? Who the hell do you think you are?” The entire room went silent, all of their attention focused solely on the college girl who went crazy. Serena stared at you, absolutely dumbfounded. As she came to her senses and started to yell back, Carter stopped her.

“Y/N, let’s go outside,” he gritted out. His eyes were burning red, and you could tell he was furious, which was never a good thing.

However, at this point your emotions were so heightened that it rivaled his anger. Once the two of you were outside the building, he started lecturing you. “What the fuck was that, L/N? I introduce you to my girlfriend, and you start yelling at her. You have no control over who I date, and you have absolutely zero right to insult them. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

He knew he had hit a sore spot there. He knew your deepest insecurities, how you were self-conscious about your body, and how you were saving yourself for the one. No one had ever looked at you throughout high school, and even if they had, you would’ve been too blinded by Carter to see any of them. He had always had you wrapped around his finger.

You chuckled mirthlessly. “You are such an asshole, Baizen. I have been there for you for years. I was always there to make sure you had done your homework, I looked after you, I fucking lied for you. I have done everything for you, and for fucking what?”

“So you yell at my girlfriend? I never knew you could stoop so fucking low, Y/N.” He glared at you, on the verge of tears, and saw that your face was already wet as well. “Oh, poor you. Cries whenever someone raises their voice at them. You had no right to say those things about her. What are you, jealous?”

Your heart stopped beating in your chest. It was the longest five seconds of your life, as tears ran down your face in hot paths, and he stared at you, for once, not knowing what to say.

“You are.” His gaze turned sympathetic. “Wait, Y/N, I never knew-”

“It doesn’t matter, Carter,” you yelled, “I don’t fucking care anymore. I’m not gonna go on loving you, because it’s never gonna happen and I can’t sit around to wait for you. I’m done.” With that, you left, his last memory of you stomping off into the streets of Manhattan at midnight.

PRESENT

“That wasn’t my best moment exactly.” You cringed, face flaming from your actions that had taken place that night.

Carter placed his hand on your jaw and rubbed your cheekbone. “It wasn’t your fault, I was kind of an idiot. But in a way, I’m kind of grateful, because that really woke me up to what was happening outside of that little bubble I was in. It made me see what I had lost, and remember that it was you who finally saved me from the hole I was digging myself farther into. You were my hero. Still are.”

You grinned bashfully. “But then we ended up seeing each other two years later at that other party.”

“Oh god, the party,” he smirked, “we had some fun then, didn’t we?”

“I can’t remember, we were both drunk as fuck.”

10 YEARS AGO

The last two years had changed you. You had still focused on school and kept up with your studies, but the old Y/N was no more. Carter Baizen had ruined your life, and now you were just getting a taste of what you had missed out on in high school. A barrier surrounded your heart, with the one rule of no man staying in your bed for more than a night. You had a reputation to uphold, of course. Every social event now had your name on the attending list, and guys were lining up at your feet for a night with you. Your hair was longer, the clothes you wore out flashier and your style rivaled that of Serena Van der Woodsen’s. You were unattainable and everyone knew your name.

Your father’s private jet flew in on the evening of December twentieth. Merula, your family’s maid, helped carry your bags from the jet and your mom greeted you with tons of hugs and kisses. However, that didn’t last very long, as you had a party to attend. Going up to your old room, you took a quick, yet luxurious bath, and went to fix yourself up. Your old closet was still intact, and you were happy to know that the short red dress you had bought five years before still fit you. After you slipped on the dress and your black heels, you curled your hair in loose waves, and swiped on some dark red lipstick.

You were dead set on getting laid tonight. But then again, when weren’t you?

With a goodnight call to your mom, you ran out to the limo waiting outside your family’s penthouse. Giving the driver the address, you pulled your compact mirror from your Valentino clutch. Flawless. Like any other night. Paying attention to your looks was now tiring. And this life was lonely. You hadn’t had any friends besides Carter at the beginning, but now you were truly by yourself.

Carter. You hadn’t thought about him in a long time. In your furious haze after the incident two years ago, you blocked him on all forms of social media, and ignored any headlines from Gossip Girl including his name. It was lonely, naturally, but you had enough men filling your bed to avoid you from the empty void in your chest. The void that was filled with whispers telling you to apologize, to call him, to take him back, because the truth was that you missed him like hell.

The party was full of college kids, neatly dressed in the chandelier-lit room. Ugh. So far you couldn’t see any lookers. A couple of guys who looked like they were in their late twenties were eyeing you up from the corner, and grabbing a flute of bubbly champagne, you headed in their direction, licking your lips. As you crossed the room, you could feel more eyes on you but you didn’t dare look at them. No, you liked being in charge, controlling the room. Heels clicking against the marble floor, you blatantly checked out the tall blonde in the middle. He was pretty handsome. Cropped hair, a muscular frame, and electric blue eyes that kind of reminded you of Carter.

Stop thinking about him, go get laid.

You stopped in front of him. “Hey, pretty boy. Can I get your name?”

He wasn’t even fazed by your flagrant introduction. You were absolutely shameless, and though you received glares from the other women in the room, you couldn’t have cared less. “I’m Steve. What’s your name, beautiful?”

You opened your mouth to speak and Steve’s eyes widened as he saw the figure that shouted out your name, abruptly stopping you. “Y/N?”

Freezing, you prayed that it wasn’t him. His voice that haunted you daily, and made guilt and sadness pool in your gut. It had to have been your imagination. You started again. “Sorry, but I’m-”

“Y/N.” Turning around, you came face to face, well, face to chest with Carter Baizen. He had grown taller since you had last seen him. Even with the noticeably darker bags under his eyes and growing hair, he was still as gorgeous as ever.

“Hey, Carter.” Steve had walked away by then, not wanting to intrude, but at that moment, he was the only person you needed. Heart beating in your chest, you finally met Carter’s eyes. “How are you?”

His mouth was gaping a little, taking in your form, seeing that it was so much different than it used to be. “I’m good.” Pausing for a moment, he added, “You look great.”

A blush rose to your cheeks and you managed to mumble out, “Thanks.”

“Can we talk?”

That’s how you ended up outside on an empty balcony overlooking Manhattan. Taxis and honking were heard, but it was fainter due to blood rushing in your ears.

He opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. “Carter, before you say anything, I want to let you know that I’m sorry. I really am. Last time we saw each other, I knew what I did was wrong, and though I was in love with you, I had no right to be upset.” Sighing, you placed your hand in his. “Can we be good again? I really hate how we left things off.”

Silently, he nodded his head, eyes wide and subtly taking you in again. The last two years hadn’t been kind to him, after Serena dumped his sorry ass, and he ended up with no money and nowhere to run to. His mom had allowed him to stay in the family house for a while, and his father was even giving him a second chance at running the company, but it wasn’t easy for him. He was slowly spiraling down, and only when he saw you did he wake up and take a look at himself properly. He looked like a piece of garbage next to you. He hadn’t even gone to school, and here you were, even more beautiful, which he never thought was possible, and a successful law student at Harvard.

“We’re good, Y/N. I brought you out here for another reason though.” He paused and looked at you as you nodded for him to continue. “It’s been a few years, I know, and I shouldn’t be saying this now, but I miss you so much. These past few years have made me realize how much of a fool I am for you, but God, I’m in love with you, Y/N, I always have been.”

You stood up, anger coursing through your veins. Now? When it’s most convenient for him? No. You needed to get drunk. “I’m sorry Carter, but I fell out of love with you one hell of a long time ago.” Swallowing the lump rising in your throat, you continued your lie. “You made your decision, I made mine. I wanted to be friends, Carter, but I can’t have that laying around us.”

Stomping away, you heard the crestfallen voice of Carter. “Y/N, wait, please.” He stumbled his way over to you, and caught your hand again before you ripped it away. “Please, Y/N, please, I’m in love with you. I’m sorry I was such an ass, I was so stupid, please.”

Tears fell from your eyes as you shook your head. “I need a drink.”

He numbly nodded as you made your way back inside, asking one of the servers for a gin. You needed to get drunk. It was a necessity at this point, and as you got more and more tipsy through the night, you found your way back with Steve. By now the party had started to get crazier, people making out in corners and drunkenly stumbling everywhere. Steve held you up as you grinded against him, but stopped when you felt his hand go up your dress.

“No, no thank you,” you slurred.

He smirked, giving you a steely glare. “You’re asking for it with this slutty little dress and winding me up.” He forcibly grabbed your wrists and started to drag you to a bedroom. “I own you tonight, baby.”

Before you could scream, someone came over and punched Steve in the jaw. You were speechless, staring at his already bruising face. Once again, you were being pulled away, only this time, out of the party. The person dragged you back to your place, and your drunken mind asked, “You wanna come in?”

Without another word, the two of you were attached by the mouth, clothes being thrown haphazardly around your room. Earlier events from the evening wiped from your memories, and you could have only hoped that your parents weren’t home. Falling into your bed, you and your unknown lover tore up the bedsheets for several hours until you both drunkenly passed out.

When you woke up the next morning, you looked up. You silently thanked yourself for closing your windows before you had left the other night, and only then realized you were cold, naked, and in your own room.

“What the fuck.” You whispered to yourself. Throwing on a robe from your closet, you looked around seeing the scattered clothes from you and whoever you had spent your night with. They were still here.

You flew down the stairs at a record-breaking speed, and slid into the kitchen, risky business style, and saw a familiar head of brown hair sitting at the table. “What the fuck, Baizen?”

Carter calmly turned around, smiling as he blew into his coffee. “Damn, Y/N, good morning to you too.”

Scoffing, you grabbed the newspaper he held in his hands and started to whack him with it. “Ow, what the hell?” He grabbed your wrists to calm you, then pulled out a chair next to him for you to sit. Reluctantly, you sat and frowned at him, raising an eyebrow to ask what happened. “Do you treat all your hookups like this?”

“Did we…” You didn’t even want to finish that sentence.

“Sleep together piss-drunk after you told me you didn’t love me back after two years? Yes, we most certainly did, beautiful.” Though your face burned red at the old pet name, you asked for what had happened. “Well, the asshole you were dancing with tried to get you in bed, but I came over and punched him, while we were both still drunk, and I got you back here, and you offered me to come inside and we fucked.”

Your eyes were comically wide, and he would have found the situation really funny if his heart weren’t beating erratically inside his chest as he awaited your full reaction. “So,” you started, “you're still in love with me.”

He tried not to let his embarrassment show, but his cheeks flamed anyway. You smiled genuinely, but you were terrified of whether he meant it or not. “Do you mean it, Carter?”

You stared into the depths of his eyes and he answered, “Yes. I’m so sorry that I was a horrible, horrible friend to you, and I don’t deserve your forgiveness. And I know you already expressed how you felt about me, and let me say, I understand completely. If you want me to, I’ll walk out of that door right now, and you won’t have to see me again. But if you let me stay , I’ll spend every waking moment of my life making sure you feel happy and loved, and making it up to you.”

He stared at you with pleading eyes, and held your hands gently. Suddenly, stinging tears obstructed your vision, and you whimpered. “I love you, Car,” you gave him a watery smile, “never stopped.”

His eyes started to tear up as well, and smiling you finally pressed your lips to his, taking in the moment. The past few years had been torturous for you both, dealing with the loneliness and pain from your broken friendship, but slowly and surely you two built trust. It took a long time, and you took the relationship slowly, but patience was key, and it was all worth it in the end.

PRESENT

“And now we’re here?” You asked. Carter combed his hand through your hair, the soothing action making you rest your head on his shoulder.

“And now we’re here.” He glanced down at you, smiling and pecking your lips.

“Damn, we had one dramatic-ass story.” He chuckled at that and sighed.

“We sure did, baby. But hey, look at us. We’re on top of the world right now. We have a wedding in a few months, you don’t have any cases, and I have the most beautiful girl in the world in my arms right now.”

You smiled against his neck. “Hey, Car?” He hummed against your hair, looking out the window. The sun had fully risen, making the room glow. “I know we haven’t had this discussion in a while, but are we ready to have kids?” His brow furrowed, but he said nothing. “Car?”

“I mean, sure, we’re both doing so well right now, and we could raise a kid here, right? We’ve got an empty bedroom right across from ours, and we’ve got plenty of space here. I think with the combination of me and you, we’d have a pretty great kid. They’d definitely have my eyes though.”

“They better have your eyes.” You looked up at him. “So pretty.”

He chuckled and kissed your forehead. “The wedding’s coming up pretty soon though, so we can start trying after that.” You laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Before we get too old.”

You smirked and rolled your eyes. “We’re thirty-three, Carter, we aren’t that old.”

He laughed and said, “I guess you’re right.” Heart beating in your chest, you sighed loudly. “What brought this on?”

You cupped his cheek and took a deep breath. When you had taken the test a week before you had been elated, only to freak out after realizing Carter might not feel the same. But you had been okay for ten years, right? When the two of you had finally gotten together, it did take a lot to find that balance in your relationship, but hell, you were getting married in a few months. Carter was your best friend, number one supporter, and fiance, so you prayed that he would be just as excited.

“Carter, I’m pregnant.” Looking at him dead in the eye, you hoped that he would be happy. You awaited his reaction for a few seconds, and you wanted to scream in anticipation.

And then you saw it.

His eyes started to water, and his hands moved to your stomach. ”Really?” He asked, voice wavering. You nodded, eyes beginning to tear up as well.

“We’re having a baby, Mr. Baizen.” You laughed joyfully, as he picked you up by your waist and you wrapped your legs around him. Hands found their way around his neck as he pulled you in for a kiss.

Tears poured from his eyes, as he laughed. “I love you so, so, much, baby.” Hiding your face in his neck, you giggled some more. “God, we’re having a kid. I swear on my life, I’ll do everything to make sure you and this baby are happy for the rest of our lives.”

And he did. Not such a bad hookup after all, now was it?

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