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after hours (chapter 16)

⯈ previous chapter: chapter one - chapter two - chapter three - chapter four - chapter five - chapter six - chapter seven - chapter eight - interlude - chapter nine - chapter 10 - chapter 11 - chapter 12 - chapter 13 - chapter 14 - chapter 15

⯈ pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x female!reader

⯈ summary: the nights in Gotham are always unforgiving, you, you strip for money, to feed your son and to forget some of your troubles. it’s easy, it’s simple until Vengeance appears in your night.

⯈ rating: mature.

⯈ tw: stripping, violence (description of physical abuse), blood, angst, (for this chapter) rough sex

⯈ chapter word count: 8.6k

⯈ note: yes, I am still here, enjoy this update, merry xmas depending when you're reading this, we're in the homestretch now girlies, I know where I want the story to end... I just need to get there, so enjoy ❤️❤️❤️

(ONE)

You eventually return to work. Even though there is some guilt and dread sitting in the pit of your stomach, you soldier on. You promised Bruce you would give this job and this normal life a shot, and it wouldn't be fair to hide.

And why hide?

You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, you have no reason to cross paths with Marvin, even if you have decided to tell him the truth. it won't happen right away, you might be cruel but you won't do that to your own heart, you need to ease yourself slowly.

The first step is to set foot in The Wayne Orphanage knowing your previous tormenter is close by.

It's not a comforting thought. It's almost suffocating, but still, you press on. The large sweater you have on is soft, it's cashmere, borrowed from Bruce's closet, and it serves as a dress today, paired with black leggings and your boots. You bury your hands in the fabric whenever you need some courage.

Although, and thank fuck for that, the day is pretty much uneventful. You apologize to Velma with a basket of muffins, both from you and Bruce, and you mean every word you say to the older woman. You didn't mean to worry her, to suddenly put more stress or your entire job on her.

"Oh it's okay love," Velma releases you from a hug with a smile, her glasses a bit foggy. "I know you're here to stay!"

"Right... anyway, what did I miss?"

Is it a lie?

Is it hard to swallow?

You ignore all of that.

You're not here to dwell on every single feeling that makes your heart tremble. You're not going to trace all of this in your diary later. You can do this, you're a fully capable adult, with a job, a family, and the healthiest relationship you've had in years... So you keep on.

The day is as boring as it was previously: answering some calls, some emails, showing some people around. You avoid the cafeteria altogether, you've come prepared today, and you have a sandwich and a few books at the bottom of your bag. You borrowed them from Bruce's library, you might as well use all the downtime you get between a call or actually being needed. People working office jobs have to keep busy, right?

You were never much for reading though, and you get bored after two chapters, you've borrowed a murder mystery from the Wayne's library and you're pretty sure you've already identified the murderer.

So it's back to the computer and scrolling online.

It's a complete coincidence that you end up on the Gotham University page. Would it be such a bad thing? You don't have a diploma, you've barely finished high school and maybe you could... you could... You scratch the idea by looking at some of the curriculum, if you're bored at your office job, how the hell are you supposed to survive a lecture? No, that's a shit idea.

...

Gotham City's Royal Ballet.

You don't even know how you end up on that page either, but for a few minutes, you're fascinated by the dancers and you look at the program. It's October and yet, it's possible to book seats for the winter season: The Nutcracker is being advertised in bright bold letters on the front page of the website. You're more fascinated by the few videos you find as well.

You can dance.

And people do that for a living, right?

...

Maybe, that's the real shit idea.

You forget it all together when the phone rings and you're happy for the distraction. The rest of the afternoon flies by quickly, and once you step out of the building, bag over your shoulder, you're only half surprised to find Bruce, already there, waiting for you.

It's raining, slightly, and the Wayne is looking at the sky with a slight frown on his face, a massive black umbrella in one hand. Even he doesn't have the power to stop the rain whenever he wishes, you think with a gentle smile on your face.

"Waiting for someone?" you start, immediately catching Bruce's attention.

"Hmm, my girlfriend, you've seen her?" He returns your smile without a single hesitation, those blue eyes on you the next second. They don't match the sky, no, they are clearer, soother, just like that, it all clicks and makes sense.

Just like that.

"Well," you take a step in his direction, not at all bothered by the light rain. "What's she like?"

"Like a storm actually. Stubborn and loyal... loves to borrow my clothes, which I should find annoying, but surprisingly... I like it." By the time Bruce finishes his sentence, you're in his space, pressed right against him, both underneath the umbrella. You smile before you reach for his face and give him a proper kiss. It's a bit uncoordinated and messy because you're grinning too much, but that's the taste of him underneath your tongue, you'd recognize it anywhere.

"Bruce Wayne is a dork, who knew?"

"No one, not even me, that's new, anyway... shall we go?"

"Sure... but something tells me you already have plans for this evening," you make the guess, grabbing his free hand as he leads the way.

"Did I tell Alfred to go pick up your mother and my favorite little guy and take care of them for the evening... just so I could have you all to myself... Maybe?"

"How thoughtful of you. And what are we doing?"

"Just dinner," Bruce shrugs, he leads you to a car, oddly enough, no sign of Orlando, it's not the usual Bentley either. The car, still expensive, is smaller but still black. He opens the door for you and earns himself another smile.

"Just dinner?" you repeat when Bruce is finally in the driver's seat.

"Yeah... I may have booked the entire restaurant for privacy but... it's mainly so I don't have to share."

"Share what?"

"You, of course."

And with that, Bruce starts the car, the engine roaring and cutting any chance of a reply. You want to be mad, but you can't. Dating Bruce Wayne is not like anything you've ever done and you're growing used to this. Not the special treatment, but the fact that Bruce wants to spend time with you and you alone.

You know the restaurant, it's an institution in Gotham, you also know that without Bruce you couldn't afford a table here. But as Bruce revealed earlier, the place is empty. You're greeted by the entire wait staff, as well as the chef. You let Bruce order for the both of you because you don't know half of the things on the menu and you're not trying to impress anyone. The food is of course lovely, as well as the wine and he tells you about his day and you tell him about yours.

It's light, easy, normal.

For a moment or two, you could forget about his alter ego. About Marvin and what you have to confess, what you should have confessed years and years ago.

About the fact that this is Gotham, about all the bad that happens and that here?

The rain is a true blessing because it washes all the sins away.

Every single one of them.

"Oh which reminds me, do you think you could get us some tickets for the ballet? I'd love to go see one, I don't care which one," you ask as dessert, a chocolate mousse, is served.

"Yeah, I can ask Alfred..." Bruce shrugs. "I'm pretty sure I get sent tickets either way."

"Good, I was on their page earlier, they look really good, and I've never been," you nod, diving into your dessert. You won't tell Bruce why you were on that page and you're glad when he doesn't ask.

"I'll do my best," Bruce assures. "Also... there's something else I want to ask you."

"Oh?"

That stops you from grabbing another spoonful of chocolate, instead, you abandon it in the desert, chin in your hand next, looking up to Bruce. On the other side of the table, he looks a bit hesitant. Then he frowns and continues.

"You know what's about to go down... soon", he insists on the last word, Bruce's gaze is fixed on you, so much so that you can automatically tell what he's referring to. For a few seconds, it's as if Vengeance is in the room too. You know it's the same man, but sometimes, you forget, because their demeanors are not the same, the voice, the way they move...

But right now? There's a slight shift.

It's Bruce who wins however and you nod.

"Would you..." Bruce sighs. "Would you consider going away... for a while? You and the family?" Bruce asks and as you remain silent, he rambles. "We can say you're visiting someone, and you can go wherever you want I'll take care of it of course. But that way, I know that you're s-"

"Safe."

You interrupt him, sharply at that.

Bruce nods vehemently.

You take a deep breath, thinking. You can't say you're surprised. He wants nothing but the best for you, and he'll have to go out himself.

And you both agreed not to lie to each other.

You could take the easy way out. The safest route, and just leave him alone to do what he needs to do. What Vengeance needs to do.

But you've only fled one time in your life, and he knows why.

This is different, you're together, and you care about him as much as he cares about you.

And who, you think, who's going to keep you safe, Bruce? Who's going to keep Vengeance safe? If you go too far, who's going to bring you back? Alfred? Yourself?

...

You already know the answer to that one.

So you sigh, reaching over the table to grab his two hands.

"I get why you're asking..."

"But?"

"My answer is no. I'll do everything to be safe, here. But even if I won't be much help, I'm not leaving you. Not now."

Or ever, you think fiercely as Bruce stares back. He looks sad for a few seconds but he nods, squeezing your hands back.

"Thank you for being honest..."

"Anytime."

"So how's that dessert? Let me take a bite..."

Just like, it's almost like you're two ordinary people.

Almost.

(TWO)

You still haven't worked up the courage to talk to Marvin. And tell him about the little boy. Tell him about the nine-year-old boy that exists because of you and him. Because it's one thing to want to do what's right, it's another thing to do it.

Bruce is wrong when you're concerned, you're not brave, you're not fearsome, and you're a coward when it matters the most. After all, didn't you leave Marvin's side, more broken than ever, because it was the only thing your tired mind thought about doing?

...

The thought swirls in your mind as you avoid the cafeteria, yet again, and you eat at your desk this day too.

Velma did comment on it a few moments earlier, asking you if you were on some kind of special diet (you young girls and your slim figure! I don't know you do it, she had commented, earning herself a laugh). Your simple nod and smile had been enough for an answer for the older woman and you are so grateful that she didn't push. Maybe Velma too is aware of the fact that every single woman has a fucked up relationship with food, maybe that's why she's leaving you alone.

It's better this way you think, biting into your sandwich. Your son made you that sandwich, right before leaving for school too, with a proud smile on his face.

Here you go, Mom, I'm taking care of you because you're always taking care of us.

What kind of child thinks like that? A good one. One who's being raised right. The only thing you did right.

So you owe it to him. To the boy. To be honest. To tell Marvin and later, when your son is older, you'll tell him too. You'll answer all of his questions because he deserves the truth. He deserves to know that sometimes, love is not the answer. Sometimes, you can love as hard as you can, but it's not a solution. Sometimes, you have to be selfish to survive. Sometimes, you have to be selfish to be allowed to leave.

Also, you don't want him to find himself in that position. He could never be like Marvin, no, he might have inherited his hair, his eyes, and... most of his physical traits. But that heart? No, that's unique. The boy is kind, thoughtful, smart and he thinks about the future, his future, in some kind of untainted way you don't ever want to take from him.

You sigh before taking the next bite of your sandwich, you need to compliment the chef tonight and request more lunches. Just as you manage to bring a smile to your face, your phone rings. You're puzzled because Bruce usually texts you, your mother knows you're at work so unless it's an emergency... The number is labeled as unknown by your smartphone, still, curious, you pick up, one eyebrow raised.

"Hello?" You mumble, mouth still full, not caring about being rude.

"Hey, sweetheart! There you are, I was wondering if you'd even pick up the phone!"

You know that voice, you know that tone, it's just weird to hear it in the daylight, over the phone no less... and not when you're entering the club at the other side of Gotham, heels clacking on the pavement and wondering if you'll be aware of this night passing or not.

"Derrick?" Surprised, you name the owner of the club you left behind, for this job, the current job you should be doing instead of being on the phone. Well, you still have ten minutes of your lunch left technically...

"The one and only! Took me a while to track your number down, wasn't even sure you gave me the right one but..."

"But?" He's rambling, and you can tell, even over the phone, that he has a cigarette at the corner of his mouth, smoking as usual. His entire office reeks of smoke, you can still see it, you remember how you always made sure to wear a wig to go collect what he owed you, so the smell would linger on the fake hair and not your own.

"But yeah yeah! Some girls like their privacy and all of that, which is fucking funny if you ask me, cause y'all are comfortable being practically naked and-"

"Derrick? Was there a point to this call?" You interrupt him again, you're not in the mood for one of his rants. They were already too long in the middle of the night, you don't even want to imagine right now. Also, you're not even sure you're supposed to take this call. What about your promise to Bruce? Was it all a lie?

"Yeah, yeah, sweetheart, relax, I'm getting to it..." You roll your eyes as you hear him take a long drag out of his cigarette. "It's been a bit shit since you left, I've got people asking for you left and right... well fuck, they don't know your name, but when they ask for the girl with the never-ending legs and the great ass, I know they're talking about you!"

"Thank you?"

"Honestly, thanking me is fucking useless, the best you can do is come back to the club. Tonight if you can, that'll be lovely!"

"Yeah, I... Derrick, I found a job, a proper job, and..." You swallow your saliva, pressing the phone against your ear. "I'd like to give it a real shot, it's not going to work if I'm spending all my nights on that stage."

"Pff! What do you need a proper job for? You want more money? I'll pay you more, you keep your tips as usual and I'll double your hourly!"

"I..."

"We can get you your own locker room, so you don't have to share with the rest of the girls," Derrick presses on. "And fuck if guys have been asking for you, you'll get more private dances and you can dictate the price of those as well."

"It's... it's not about the money," you whisper.

You can't use that as an excuse anymore, you've saved up quite a small fortune for your son's future working at that club during all of those years. And then some. And, you hate yourself for the thought, you know Bruce would be more happy to jump in if you simply asked him to. You don't plan to, but still, he would. That's just who he is and you two are in a relationship after, all. It's how it's supposed to work, right? Being able to rely on each other in case of trouble.

"Then what? You want a normal boring little life?"

"Yeah... I guess," you shrug, mouth dry.

"Look if it were any other girl, I'd buy it. But you? You've been doing this for years, and you're so good at it. That stage is fucking yours, sweetheart, it misses you... you're telling me you don't miss it?"

"I..."

Of fucking course, you want to tell Derrick, you miss it.

You miss it like air and if that doesn't show that there is something wrong with you, then there's something off with the universe too. You should be simply happy here, with a job surrounded by children and people who want to help them, the orphans. That's a noble cause, the kind of calling that's enough for well-adjusted people. That, your family, the fact that you're healthy, don't need anything else, your son, Bruce... all of those things, they make you lucky, they make you protected, they make you privileged.

So it should fucking be enough.

And yet, it's not.

And yet, Derrick is one hundred percent right, you miss it. You miss everything about it.

You miss the thrill of getting ready for the night, using your most expensive makeup, wearing your highest heels and flashiest outfit, all of that barely hidden by a coat. You miss the wigs of various textures and colors hiding your hair, thanks to that and the makeup, you could become a different woman every time there was music or an outfit change.

And that stage? Oh, that stage, it's the safest and most familiar place in Gotham to you. With that metallic pole. Enough for you to dance, enough for you to captivate, mesmerize, live, and be free...

"I don't. It's better like this. I'm sure you'll find another girl, a better dancer... Don't ever call this number again, Derrick, okay?"

It's not a question and you hang up the next second, hands trembling.

...

You can add liar to the list of your sins.

God, you're pathetic.

(THREE)

"Mom?"

"Hmm...?"

You’re brushing your teeth. At least you were, you spit quickly and you turn around. To face your son standing in the doorframe, staring at you from a hallway, a soft smile on his face. He motions for you to finish what you were doing and you turn back to the mirror quickly, brushing as fast as you can before you rinse your mouth.

This seems important, you don’t want to make him wait.

The next minute you turn to him, toothbrush tucked away inside the mirror cabinet, and you nod in his direction, so he can go on. He is wearing his school uniform, any minute now, he’ll go with your mother and she’ll drop him off at school.

Any minute now.

"You know... this upcoming Saturday?" The boy ponders, looking at your feet for a few seconds then back up to you.

"Yes?"

"Do you have anything planned with Bruce?" He asks with a frown and you fight down the urge to just scoop him up and have him in your arms. He seems and sounds serious, and you know, when he gets like that, a hug won’t help. He wants to speak his mind as clearly as possible and make sure you hear him out.

"No, why?"

"Could we do something... just...” The boy has a slight pout on his face, interrupting his sentence before he keeps going. “Just the two of us?"

The request is innocent and sweet, how could you deny him? The answer is quite simple, you can not. Just like you can not resist your maternal instincts and lean in, you wrap one arm around the little boy and he is in your arms the next second. He doesn’t seem to mind, he’s quite relieved actually, and if it’s not as easy as it was when he was younger, you do not care as your eyes meet his.

"Of course, did you have something in mind?" Did you neglect the boy on top of everything? You have no idea, maybe you did. Between your new job, Bruce, all the planning with Vengeance, and then... Marvin coming back into your life... you’ve been distracted, that’s for sure, even you can not deny that, you have.

The boy nods negatively at your question, did he just assume you would say no?

As if you could ever say no to him.

"Wanna go fly kites? We haven't done that in a while... or we could go to the library or the museum..." The list goes on, you’re happy to do anything with the boy.

"Library sounds nice, maybe they'll have more pilots' autobiographies!" He says, excited, that bright innocent smile on his face, and you can’t help but chuckle. He is still clinging to that dream of being a pilot someday, it’s good. And with enough time and dedication, it could happen, you are one hundred percent sure of it. You want to encourage it, you’ve never had a dream like that, for yourself, and it’s good that the little boy does.

"Yes, and we can go get breakfast at the dinner you like before... so we can spend all day at the library, okay?"

“Yes, I'd like that!”

Tiny arms wrap themselves around your neck, and you two are sporting matching smiles as the little boy presses your foreheads together. You watch as he closes his eyes, breathing in and out next. Is it because he needs to make sure you’re okay? That you’re here? Or the gesture is just for himself and because he needs it? You do not have the answer to that question, whatever the case, it steadies your heart and more than anything else, you’re sure you’ve done a good thing with him.

Yes, you have.

“Okay now put me down please, I can not be late for school!”

“Yes, Sir.”

You say goodbye in front of your building, the little boy and your mom are going in one direction and you’re going into another one. Your heart still feels light in your chest as you hail a taxi.

...

You’re going to do it today.

You’re going to tell Marvin the truth today.

Not for your sake, not for Marvin’s sake, but for the little boy’s sake.

Because he deserves a mother who can own up to her mistakes, who can stand tall and face absolutely anything. Yes, he deserves that more than anything.

You go about your day as usual at the orphanage, many emails are waiting for you, some for you and others for the teachers and you find yourself busier than ever today. A lot of paperwork to be signed by someone in particular, more emails to send back, more copies to do... One of the teachers even has you keep an eye on his class while he takes a student to the infirmary. Nothing happens and the children are happy to keep reading, some of them are even taking notes, and before you know it, the teacher is already back, thanking you as well.

It’s not until the late afternoon that you make your way to the kitchen. Lunch has been over for a while and some of the workers are unloading a delivery, while others are cleaning. It doesn’t take you too long to find Marvin. He’s cleaning a fridge, gloves covering his hands, his long black hair still protected by a fishnet, and a plastic apron over his clothes as he scrubs.

Okay, deep breath.

“Marvin? Can we talk?”

You startle him, that, you can tell, he almost hit his head inside the fridge as he tries to stand up, he swears under his breath and you simply pretend you didn’t hear him. Finally, he turns those brown eyes landing on you. You do your best not to turn back as he mumbles your name next.

“Oh, yeah sure...”

“Somewhere private,” you specify the next second, with more intent.

Marvin nods, he drops the sponge he was using to the floor, eyes still glued to you. His next expression indicates that he’s ready to follow you, it’s your turn to nod before you lead the way.

Just like that day, you head outside, to the unloading bay, figuring it will be the safest place to say what you have to say. Plus, you need to feel the fresh air crawling into your face if you are going to tell him the truth. It seems only right.

Outside you take a deep breath, and after a few quick steps, you turn to him. Marvin is in the middle of removing his hairnet, you wait, you wait as he shoves it in his pocket, he then frees his long hair from that messy ponytail he has. It falls somewhat elegantly, it’s longer than what you remembered, it’s past his shoulders and it looks soft.

Years ago your favorite thing ever was to be naked in his arms and run your fingers through Marvin’s long hair.

Years ago.

The memory is so distant, it’s almost like it belongs to another person and not to you.

“You wanted to talk?” Marvin’s question anchors you back into the present. And now, and what you have to tell him. You nod, you ball your hands into fists, nails inside your palms for another sensation, just so you don’t get lost. You haven’t practiced this and maybe you should have. Or you should have at least written down, to have some idea of what you’re going to say.

But...

Isn’t it easy? Isn’t it the easiest thing in the world?

Yes, you think taking another deep breath, filling your lungs as much as you can: it is the easiest thing in the world.

“Yes. But it’s not a talk. Or a discussion. I have something to tell you, something about us, about... our past. I don’t need you to do anything about it, I don’t even need you to agree, fuck... I don’t care what you’re going to do once I tell you, I don’t care, it doesn’t matter. You just need to know the truth.”

“O-kay?” mumbles Marvin, he’s puzzled and intrigued, you can tell, you don’t even let that deter you, you keep going.

“When I left you... no, when I ran away that night and you never saw me again, it wasn’t just me that left. I was pregnant. Yes, with your kid, my baby boy,” you add the last part quickly, louder as well. Just so Marvin can understand. That’s not his son growing up right now, who dreams about being a pilot, who wants to spend time with you this weekend and go the library.

No, that’s your son.

You carried him for nine months, scared shitless, so sure you were going to mess up. Fuck, you still remember the doubts, the tears, the dread, the fucking joy every single time you felt that little life in your tummy kicking, living, growing... And you made a promise to your belly, to try your best, to make that kid so damn happy...

In a sense you have.

You.

Not him, not Marvin. If anything, his contribution was nothing but short.

“He’s nine, ten in a few months, he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And you’re his biological father. But. That’s it, I don’t want money, I’m not expecting you to pick him up for a playdate or after school. He doesn’t even know you exist or what you did to me. Maybe one day when he’s older, I’ll tell him the truth, but not right now... Now he just needs to be a kid and he’s good at that... so good at that, and that’s all I need him to be, a kid. My kid,” you are rumbling by now. No, you didn’t practice any of this, maybe you should have? You have no idea, no idea if you’re pouring your heart out or if you’re issuing a warning to Marvin. To stay the fuck away.

Maybe it’s both.

Doing the right thing is fucking exhausting, you’re shaking by now, hands still closed into two fists, ready to strike if necessary, ready to flee if that’s needed. You’re telling the truth and it’s only a bit too late that you’re aware that some tears have formed into your eyes. Only as one, salty and wet, starts rolling down your cheek and makes you painfully aware of how messed up the situation is.

That’s when you finally decide to actually look at Marvin, and not the empty spot above his right shoulder.

His mouth is wide open, the expression one of pure shock on his face. As he stares back, he gulps, audibly, the sound unpleasant to your ears, no doubt of that, and Marvin takes a deep breath next. His eyes are closed next, and when he opens them again, you can guess a million thoughts in his head and the million questions that are sure to follow.

“You were... back when we...” Marvin mumbles it, he can’t finish his sentence, and the uglier part of yourself, the one that claws and has sunk its teeth into Bruce’s heart, roars and wants to laugh.

Yes, you fucker, I was pregnant when you were beating me up, you could have killed me. You could have killed my fucking baby too.

Except he didn’t, Marvin was weak in that sense. Out of this outcome, you were the strongest.

Fuck, you still are. He has absolutely no idea of what you can do, what you have done, what you’ve seen... No fucking clue at all. Maybe Bruce and Vengeance know, yeah, they have seen all parts of you: broken, ugly, bloody, messy, all of those parts, and decided that it was enough. Or that you were as messed up as them, messed up enough to join their little dance. Messed up enough to be their partner.

In a sense, Bruce and Vengeance were right.

“I was.” You shake your head. “That’s all I wanted to say, the truth, so there is no secret or lies between us. And since you’ve updated me on your life well...” You shrug, you want to fucking laugh, this is one hell of an update and the look Marvin gives you is enough to tell you he thinks so as well.

“I wasn’t expecting that, that’s for sure,” Marvin mumbles one hand into his hair, he sinks to the ground, he sits like that. He stares at nothing, for thirty seconds, you know because you count it in your head.

That’s enough, you should leave, you don’t owe him shit.

That voice in your head is very similar to Vengeance, and fuck, you know he’s right.

Just as you’re about to move, Marvin’s eyes move back to yours, and that stare pins you into place in a way. Because deep down, you already know what he’s about to ask.

“Can I see him?”

“No.”

It’s loud the way you say it, the way you deny that request, it echoes and reverberates in between you two and if Marvin wasn’t already sitting down, it would have been enough for him to drop to his knees. That and the glare you have for him, the anger simmers, it's about to tip over and let you fucking destroy him. Hot boiling rage you could use to remind him of so many truths and why you deny such a request.

“You’re not going to see him. I didn’t tell you that so you could feel like you had to do something.”

“So why did you tell me?”

“Honestly? I don’t fucking know... But it’s done now, I don’t want you doing shit about it.”

“He’s my...” Marvin tries to argue, he sounds and looks desperate, and you resist the urge to draw closer and spit in his face. That would have meaning, that would be justified, it would be less cruel than anything he ever did to you in the past.

But you don't.

“He’s your fucking nothing, Marvin. So what? You came in me nine years ago? Big fucking deal, that doesn’t give you any right, that doesn’t make you a father!” Your anger is going to tear him alive, you think darkly as you approach, you’re towering over him now. You could use something else than your words, but you’re not him. You’ll never be him.

“Oh and what... I suppose your new boyfriend gets to be around him and raise him with you?”

“Yes, he does actually. Bruce never hurt me like you did, Bruce cares about me, he’s earned my trust time and time again!”

Unlike you.

It’s unspoken, you know he reads between the lines, as he suddenly stands up. You don’t move, you’re closer to Marvin than you’ve been in years and you can see it, a faint of that hunger, of the monster he used to be. Right there, on his face, the way he frowns, the way he breathes in next.

You still don’t back down.

“Bruce loves me,” you assure him, a smile now finding your face. It’s as simple as that, and you’re a fucking fool who took it for granted, you realize. A fucking fool who thought Bruce was using it as a weapon when he was merely offering protection. However, the reason why you can’t see the difference between the two, the reason why you’re so cautious? Is right in front of you, it’s Marvin who sighs, reigning down his anger. His mouth is a thin line as he glares back, he’s trying to not be the monster you’ve known him to be.

“And I did... in my own twisted and fucked up way, and we made something tog-”

“Shup Marvin, just shut up. If this is what you need to tell yourself to sleep and move on then fine, I won’t say anything. But let’s get one thing clear.” You raise your finger, your index pressed deep into Marvin’s chest next. So deep you can feel his heart pounding underneath your fingertip. “It was not love. I fucking forbid you to call it love because it wasn’t. I know how it’s supposed to be now, yes, it’s work, but on some level, it’s also so easy. It’s some kind of peace and protection. The truth? We had sex and I was too scared to end the pregnancy because I was still a frightened little girl in more ways than one. I’m fucking lucky it ended great, I’m fucking lucky my boy is amazing, but you...” You press your index even further into his chest. “You know the truth. You have to live with that knowledge and to stay the fuck away from me and my family.”

“Or what? Your rich boyfriend will come after me?” Marvin tries to be sarcastic, but you can see some hint of fear in his eyes, in his tone even.

“Bruce coming after you is the easy way out, Marvin! Do you want to know one thing people never talk about? Motherhood makes you fucking crazy. ”

The kind of crazy he could never match.

The kind of crazy that would have you move mountains for your little boy and your little family.

The kind of crazy that would murder the monster he was.

That kind of crazy, no any other kind.

There’s a silence between the two of you next, as you stare each other down. Marvin looks positively scared next while you smile. You’re not scared of him, you’ve just told him, you’ve changed, and you’re not the lost girl who ran away from home and had no prospect of the future. You’ve lived, you’ve survived him, you have a family. A family you’re ready to defend.

...

Marvin is the one to back down first. He sighs, nods, he understands and he walks away, heading back inside the orphanage.

Good, you think, he got the message.

I told him. No, it didn’t go great. But he knows to stay away. Or else. Be here when I finish my shift? My mum is making lasagna, I’m sure she’ll love to have you around, I could use a family dinner ngl.

I will be here, you can count on me.

Good.

Collapsing into Bruce’s arms later that day feels like an out. Almost like cheating but you decide to ignore it, that and the voice in your head telling you that you’ve been so strong when he wasn’t there.

Was it all for show?

No, honestly, it wasn’t for show.

It was a real threat, a real warning, and now you’re seeking some comfort in your partner’s arms.

You’re almost small in Bruce’s arms, you disappear into his coat as he presses searing kisses to your mouth. Yes, you’re desperate for it, arms wrapped around his neck, you want to forget. You want his taste to replace the sour taste of your conversation with Marvin, you want to remember this. You. Bruce. The cold rain pouring over you both as he kisses you, the coffee you can taste on his tongue, his firm hands on your hips.

Bruce parts away because you have to breathe, otherwise, you know he would have spent hours here, kissing you right outside the orphanage, without absolutely no shame, you are more than aware of it.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Bruce manages to ask, as he catches his breath, a mere inches away from your face.

“Not even a little bit.” Your hands are cupping his defined jaw, one of the first things you noticed about him. You lick his chin next, then goes up, to the corner of his mouth. It’s enough for another messy and clumsy kiss like teenagers do as if you’re both on borrowed time, you’re not, you’re absolutely not.

“Come on, Bruce, let’s get out of here.”

This time, Orlando is with him and you salute the driver with a nod, more than happy to see him there. That means you can cozy up to Bruce in the backseat. The next stop is to the school, to pick up your son after his club, soccer you tell Bruce as you face the newly appointed guards at the school’s gate.

Large men in suits, like in the movies, one of them nods at Bruce, like they know each other (and they probably do) as finally, the children start pouring out of the school. Mostly boys but also a few girls in the same uniform, your son is last, soccer uniform in place, knees dirty with grass and mud. He’s talking with one of his classmates, and it all dies down as he spots you and Bruce. He hastily says goodbye to the other boy and then rushes to you two. He gets a hug from Bruce and yourself, the boy in both yours and Bruce’s arms as he doesn’t touch the ground anymore.

It’s familiar and easy, what you need you think as you head back to the car.

The rest of the evening is as comforting actually. You supervise bath time with the little boy while Bruce helps your mother in the kitchen. He looked a little bit lost there, she tells you later and you can not help but laugh, of course, he does, you’re not even sure Bruce would still be alive if it weren’t for Alfred. Despite Vengeance, his survival instincts are completely shit and the only thing you’ve ever seen made his coffee.

But still, it’s all good, soon enough, the smell in the kitchen is enticing, the table is set and you smile at the head of the small table, Bruce on the other side.

Bruce loves me, you told Marvin and it’s even more apparent now, as he’s in this little run-down apartment, listening to your son talk about his day, taking a second serving of lasagna as per your mother’s request because he’s just too damn pale, he surely needs the food.

This is what you needed, this is why you said yes to that normal boring job, this is what you try. For evenings like this, just this. It might not be much and maybe you should strive for more, and have more ambition for yourself, but fuck, aren’t you supposed to want some sort of peace? For yourself and your loved ones? Yes, you figure, that’s what you’re supposed to want.

You let Bruce help your son get ready for bed as you help clear the table. The leftovers go in the fridge and while your mother assures you you found a good one, all you can do is nod. You don’t even argue this time, you don’t want to.

It’s even easier to put the boy to bed and judging by the way he yawns, he will fall asleep in the next ten minutes or so, between the exercise and the warm meal, the little boy is half asleep by the time you press his goodnight kiss to his forehead. That makes Bruce laugh, he follows your gesture, making sure that the boy is well tucked in bed. And comfortable.

Yes, Bruce protects and cherishes that life as well, another reason for you to not let Marvin approach, he will not approach the little boy, you won’t let him.

The door of the bedroom is closed and you drag Bruce to your room, without thinking. Your mother is somewhere, probably finishing the cleaning or in front of the TV judging by the sound, but you don’t care the slightest.

Bruce loves me.

It rings true now more than ever and when the door of your bedroom is closed, it’s for you to push Bruce against it. He lets you do it, there’s no other explanation for your sudden strength. And judging by the smirk on Bruce’s face and the unsaid question, he lets you do it. You’re not that strong, you think as you press your small frame against his broad chest. Bruce shivers as you slot yourself perfectly against him, he bites his lower lip to fight back a moan, you’re not alone after all.

But you don’t care, your shoes are long gone, so it’s on your tiptoe that you beckon him for a kiss. Licking his Adam’s apple and Bruce is so quick to react, it’s fucking dizzying. One moment he tries to keep his breathing in check, the next, he’s cupping your face, shifting it to the perfect angle, and again he presses your mouths together. You seem to forget yourself and any sense of what you should and shouldn’t do after that.

You want Bruce, all of him, what he can provide and what he can do for you. The kisses are hungrier, and needier by the second, you find his shoulders, and pulling at the fabric of his large shirt, you manage to sneak a hand inside and craze at the skin. You find muscles you’ve already traced and you know by heart, and yet, you never get tired of feeling them against your fingertips, it’s enough for you to shiver. You tremble in anticipation, you’re ready, you want, you want, you want...

Bruce loves me.

That contact is enough and you gasp in Bruce's mouth when he hoists you up next. Easily, too easily, you cage him between your thighs, euphoric, grinding against him for some sort of friction. You need him, you need that release, you want to feel him, you need him so badly. You say it with the way your hips buck against his firm chest, you say it with your tongue smearing saliva on the corner of Bruce’s lips and going up to the shell of his ear, you say it with how tightly you keep him close, how you don’t want to be apart right now.

It’s messy and Bruce stumbles further more into your room, with you wrapped all around him like the best vice he can not get rid of. He shuffles around, towards your dressing table and you laugh, giddy, as with one swipe of his hand, Bruce discards some of your makeup, books, and wigs to the floor. It doesn’t matter as you finally collide against the dressing table, as you rest on it.

The rhythm doesn’t slow down there, you don’t know where the urgency comes from, but you welcome it, Bruce removes your top with shaky hands next, and you help him, your top is on the floor, your bra too, and then he discards his shirt. The next kiss as you see stars as your soft chest is pressed against the hard line that is Bruce, you want more, you want so much more. You bury your hand in his hair, pulling and this time when you buck against him, he has a low groan as you feel all the power of his arousal.

“I know,” he quickly follows it by your name. “I know, I want you too, but you have to be quiet, think you can be quiet for me, beautiful?” You want to moan a full and earnest yes, because of the nickname, the intense stare Bruce is giving you as he unbuckles his belt, it’s too much, but surely, it would defeat the purpose and his question. So you just nod, you nod and you watch as he lowers his pants and underwear, just enough, just a little bit, just to free himself and give you both that release you sorely need.

You lick your lips when he turns his attention to you, Bruce smirks as his hands slide underneath your skirt, to slide off your underwear. The Wayne almost does it too slowly, almost, blue eyes anchored into yours, his pale and long fingers dig into the skin of your thighs, then your knees, and then the underwear is past your ankles.

Bruce looks back up with so much of everything, you know you’re ready for him, you can feel it, so glad to be on solid ground, otherwise your knees would have given away because of how ready you feel. You are slick and so wet, just for him, you don’t even know if you’ve ever been this turned on, you can’t care right now. He doesn’t toss your underwear, no, he balls it into his fist and then he shoves it into the back pocket of his pants.

“Bruce!” you gasp, a blush creeping on your face, even though, out of the two of you, you’re the one with the experience, and yet, he surprises you.

“Shh, you said you could be quiet, right?” He whispers back, Bruce straightens his posture, beautiful just like he called you, hair falling over his forehead, bare chest and scars visible, his arousal on display. Just like that, he finds his space back between your legs, mouths colliding with yours. You don’t think anymore, your legs are around his waist the next second, arms around Bruce’s neck, it’s so close to what you need. So close your desperate pleas and moan are swallowed by Bruce’s tongue.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Bruce reassures you slowly, the line of his nose pressed against your temple next. He’s moving, you want to look down at what he’s doing, but soon enough, what the Wayne is doing is more than clear as he pushes right into you. He doesn’t pause, Bruce doesn’t wait, it’s slow and almost heavenly, just one thrust of his hips, one move of his body and you’re one once again.

Fucking finally, you think, head falling backward in pure bliss. His next move as you choke on a moan, because you are so full, so fucking full of him. Your nails are deep into his skin when Bruce moves once again, it’s a snap of his hips to get out and back into you, to carve a place for himself right there, right where you need him the most. You can’t even stop the next sound that manages to escape, even though you assured him you could be quiet. If you keep this up, the whole building will know what you’re up to, including everyone in this apartment.

Except that on the next thrust, Bruce clamps one big and warm hand over your mouth. Just like that, he silences you as your eyes fly back to his face, it’s a good thing because he puts more strength in the next push, it’s a good thing because your whole body tightens around him and you don’t want to let go.

“Shh, I know, I know...” Bruce mumbles, his mouth is still over your temple and his thumb strokes your cheek. Softly, like a brush, to reassure you. It’s a stark contrast to what he is doing with the rest of his body, to the movement of his hips as Bruce soon enough builds some sort of pace. And it’s too good, so good you relax all around him, you let him dictate the pace, silence you, have you, fill you up as you just hold on. That’s all you can do as he fucks into you. Gently, slowly, his breathing hard and loud, filling the room. There are no other words for it, this is fucking, you two have made love before, but this is so not what this is about.

This is about want and lust, this is about filling a need, the need of your bodies, and being there for each other. It’s primal, it’s essential, it’s more vital than air, it’s, it’s, it’s... It’s perfect, finishes your mind at one punishing thrust, the dressing table wobbles slightly and Bruce has to put more pressure on your mouth to keep you quiet.

You want it, you want that, all of that, and the next moments, Bruce grinds into you with more force, and the dressing table trembles again, and again. Maybe he’ll break it, you don’t fucking care.

This is what you want, this is what you need.

And when you break, when you tip over the edge, it's just like that, with Bruce into you, pressed to the hilt, and you tremble, as your orgasm washes over you. Bruce is quick to follow you, you feel it, right inside of you, and he whispers your name all over, hips slightly shifting.

But finally, he doesn't move anymore, finally, he frees your mouth and you take a deep breath. Only to whine as Bruce pulls out. He looks down at the mess you two made, between your legs, and then back up to you, with a small smirk on his face.

"God, I fucking love you," Bruce says in a rough voice.

And you barely have time to recover, that he's already kissing you.

#batman x reader #the batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #battinson x you #story: after hours

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juceynightmare · 2 years ago

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give me your forever (18+) - hook x reader songfic oneshot

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pairing(s): hook x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing, time skipping, underage drug and alcohol use, use of pet names, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink, breeding kink, praise kink, degradation kink, hints of jealous!hook at one part

genre(s): fluff, smut, established relationship, multi-media fic.

word count: 11,454

summary: the day has finally come where y/n graduates college. however, y/n is more nervous about the fact that today is also the day when she gets to introduce tyler as her boyfriend of 8 years rather than her “good friend since elementary” to her parents. she's so nervous, in fact, that she texts tyler during the ceremony and the two go down memory lane.

song: give me your forever by zack tabudlo

[y/n] AHHHH

[tyler] woah there missy. don’t you have a ceremony you should be paying attention to?

[y/n] you’re not even paying attention

[tyler] actually, i am. as soon as they pan the camera over to your family and me, i’m lifting up this giant photo of you they gave to me

[y/n] WHAT FUCKING GIANT PHOTO

[tyler] it’s literally your head on a stick

[tyler] but what’s wrong? i can feel your distress all the way out here

[y/n] i’m nervous

[tyler] all you have to do is walk across a stage, grab your diploma, shake some hands, and you’re done

[tyler] you’ve done it before

[y/n] not that

[y/n] i’m nervous about telling my parents

[y/n] i’m shocked they’re not even questioning that you’re here

[tyler] we’ll be fine

[y/n] you know how they are

[y/n] they’re gonna freak out when they find out you’re my BOYFRIEND of EIGHT YEARS

[tyler] you remember the rule, don’t you?

[y/n] blah blah, no dating until i get my degree because boys will distract me and i’ll fail school and become a drug addict

[tyler] and what are you about to do

[y/n] ??? idk ??? die ?????

[tyler] im the one who dropped out of college to make a living out of beating people up but here you are not even able to connect the dots. i’ll answer for you.

[tyler] you’re about to get your degree.

[tyler] you proved them wrong. you’re not a drug addict and you’re graduating college with a degree in computer science.

[tyler] might i add that you’re also at the very top of your program :) my smart girl

[y/n] still doesn’t mean they won’t flip out

[y/n] yeah i proved them wrong but what if they don’t accept us? accept you?

[tyler] we’re going to be okay, mamas. i’m not going anywhere. nothing is going to happen to us.

[tyler] i promise you.

[tyler] i’ll take care of you.

[tyler] i’ve always taken care of you, mamas. haven’t i?

do you remember? when we were young you were always with your friends wanted to grab your hand and run away from them

“that’s a stupid fucking rule.” tyler muttered, a joint hanging between his lips as he cupped his hand around the end so he could light it.

“you tell me! like, do they really have that little faith in me that they think i’ll fail school all because of a boy? how idiotic is that!” y/n huffed angrily, kicking tanbark up into the air.

tyler was sitting alone at the end of the stairs of the play structure when y/n walked up to him and sat beside him, already beginning to ramble her little head off. it truly bewildered tyler how a girl could have so much trouble with her parents when they were both only eighth graders. then again, tyler was certain his dad would beat his ass until he was bruised and bloodied if he found out the type of crowd that tyler's been involved with, and the shit he was currently doing.

“i think they’re just protective of you and that’s why they have that rule in place.” he answered, inhaling and holding the smoke in his mouth before pulling the joint away from his lips. he held it out for y/n to take, although he knew that she wouldn’t take it. as the girl shook her head politely, tyler inhaled the smoke into his lungs and held it there before blowing out into the air.

“yeah? well i think they’re irrational. god, i wish i could just prove them wrong so that when the day comes that i graduate college, i can laugh in their faces like, ‘jokes on you! i had a boyfriend the whole time!’” she groaned frustratedly, pulling out her phone when she felt it start to buzz. y/n answered the call and held it up to her ear. “yeah, mom. i’m at the same park i always wait at for you to pick me up… yes the club’s good… no i’m not alone, i’m with tyler… you know, my friend from elementary? … mom, he’s not my boyfriend! … no, he’s not a bad influence he’s -“ she took a second to glance over at tyler, watching the boy take another puff from his joint and covering her nose as the wind blew the puff of smoke towards her direction. “he’s just a normal middle school boy, mom. … no, i already told you he’s not my boyfriend! … what do you mean stay away from him? i’ve been waiting at this park every day since i’ve started middle school and he’s been here every day making sure no creep talks to me. he’s a good guy, mom! mom?” she huffed as she shoved her phone back in her pocket, realizing her mom had hung up on her.

“you know, i like the idea of you proving them wrong and laughing in their faces.” tyler pitched in after he blew out the smoke into the air. he looked over at the girl, catching her gaze. “what better way to prove your parents wrong than by dating the ‘baddest boy’ in school, as everyone calls me. your mom seems to think that i’m a bad guy too.” he mused, watching the way y/n seemed to think over tyler’s words.

“are you asking me out?” y/n asked, her eyes suddenly widening at the implication of tyler’s agreement.

he shrugged his shoulders, flicking off the ash at the end of his joint into the tanbark below them. “you’re my friend. you’re cute. i think i’ll be more than okay with dating you. besides,” he began, reaching out to sling his arm over y/n’s shoulders to pull her into his side. “you’ve said it yourself. i’ve been here every day since we’ve started middle school because i know you have your little after-school clubs and would most likely be waiting alone. i’d hate it if some creep came and took away my friend.”

“what’s in it for me?” she asked, feeling her face warm up from being so close next to tyler. she could smell the cheap cologne that clung to his skin, and y/n tried not to lean against him.

but tyler had his own plans, as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to the girl’s forehead. “you get to experience life outside of textbooks and strict parents barring you from parties. i’ll help you sneak out and take the blame for everything.”

she blinked up at him once he pulled away, and y/n wondered how she never noticed tyler’s dimpled smile before.

“you’ve got a deal, senerchia. but i get to make the rules.”

“that’s fine. but don’t think that i won’t take care of you, y/n. you’re my girlfriend now, and my mom taught me how to treat my woman.”

i knew it that it was time to tell you how i feel so i made a move, i took your hand my heart was beating loud like i've never felt before

[y/n] yeah you have

[y/n] even before we started dating LOL

[tyler] can't believe you had no idea i had a massive crush on you

[tyler] what fucking loser just sits around a park and waits for a girl who has after school clubs

[y/n] you. you're the loser.

[tyler] there was another dude

[y/n] jackson??? i remember him being there in the beginning of seventh grade

[tyler] he had a crush on you, that's why he was also waiting

[y/n] you're lying. why am i just now hearing about this?

[tyler] yeah, i told him i was your boyfriend and he backed off and never waited for you again

[y/n] well, at least you didn't punch him like that dude at lisa's party

[tyler] you said it was fair game

[y/n] i didn't think he'd have to go to the hospital because he got concussed!

[tyler] he touched what's mine.

[tyler] you told me i could punch him once, and i made sure it counted.

[tyler] besides, i got pussy afterwards so it's a win

[y/n] oh calm your ego.

[y/n] i can literally SMELL the testosterone radiating from the crowd and it smells like YOU.

[y/n] WAS THAT YOU THAT JUST "AWOOOOO"'D HELLA LOUD

[y/n] HONEY??

[y/n] oh my fucking GOD I SEE MY GIANT ASS HEADS

[tyler] i got that dawg in me

[tyler] woof. (with rizz)

you were smiling at me like you wanted more i think you're the one i've never seen before

"i want to go home." she whispered, her voice almost getting lost amongst the sounds of the bustling party if it wasn't for the way tyler focused on only her. he was so attentive that he'd be hyper fixated on her whenever she'd take a breath.

"everything okay, baby?" tyler asked quietly, taking her cup away from her and setting both of their cups down on the windowsill beside them. he guided her to wrap her arms around his neck before pulling her in by her waist and ducking his head so that she could speak directly into his ear.

the two of them had come far from being eighth graders waiting by a playground for their parents to pick them up. they were now sophomores juniors in high school, if we consider the fact that sophomore year just ended and they were now at a grad party for a friend of tyler's that had just graduated high school. tyler had gotten significantly taller, and his voice had deepened in a delicious manner that sent y/n's head reeling whenever he'd talk to her. y/n for the most part had stayed the same, but the baby fat on her face had started to slim down and tyler tried his best not to let his gaze trail down further to where she had began to look more... womanly... for lack of better words.

they hadn't ever talked about the way their relationship started. from what was once something that y/n had entered to spite her parents had now blossomed into a full blown relationship with tyler that she cherished above everything else in the world. and for tyler? well, the boy had always had a little crush on y/n whether he wanted to acknowledge it or not, and now that she is his, tyler couldn't be any happier.

and the best part? no one knew but them. well, people had speculations and they'd whisper, but y/n and tyler would only ever be so touchy at parties. at school, they didn't even talk to each other because of their different social circles and classes. and when they were asked what they were to each other...

"oh, yeah. she's/he's been my friend since elementary school." followed by either a "my parents told him to make sure i stay safe at parties, that's why he's always with me." or a "we all know she's too innocent for the party life. i gotta make sure no one taints her, you know?" depending on who was answering.

"you know how you stepped away to get us drinks?" she asked softly, feeling him nod his head. y/n took a deep breath, stepping closer to tyler and feeling his arms wrap around her waist. "that dude to the right of us in the flannel walked by me and full on grabbed my ass."

tyler didn't know if it was the disco lighting, but he suddenly saw red at y/n's words and he felt as though he sobered up in a second. his head snapped in the other boy's direction, his jaw clenching and his eyebrows furrowing in concentration as he made out the stranger's frame. tyler pulled her closer to him until she was completely pressed against his front, dipping his head back down to ask her, "what else did he do?"

tyler noted how the other boy had glanced over at where he and y/n stood once he returned, and now tyler knew why. it was taking everything in him to not walk over there right now and plant his fist square in his- "well, he didn’t do anything else besides that. i guess i should be more specific about how he did it though. he like... you know the thing you do? where you put your hand in my back pocket and spin me into a kiss? yeah he tried that and tried smooth talking his way with me. i don't think he was gonna back off until he got pulled away by those two girls he's talking to right now."

if looks could kill, tyler was certain that he'd have burned a hole through the boy's chest and killed him without even needing the other boy to notice the murderous look in his gaze. "can i punch him?"

"tyler!"

"i'm not joking. he fucking touched you, y/n." tyler rested his hands firmly on her hips so he could pull her back from him. he held her gaze, and it as then that y/n could feel her heart get caught in her throat.

tyler looked more than ready to kill for her. she had never seen him this angry before, and if she was being honest, her body seemed to have quite the reaction. "just one." she breathed out before she could even think about the consequences of unleashing tyler on the poor, unsuspecting boy who had made the mistake of trying to hit on the wrong girl.

"sick."

she had already felt slow because of the alcohol in her system, but y/n was certain that even if she was sober, she still wouldn't have been able to process the next minute. "don't fucking touch girls without their consent, asshole!" tyler's voice rang throughout the house, so loud that it could be heard over the blaring music. the next sound that followed was a loud smack as tyler's fist collided with the boy's jaw and laid him out flat on the floor. before she knew it, tyler was already dragging her out of the house while people around them were whispering: "do we call an ambulance?" "he's out cold..." "man, it's a good thing i didn't shoot my shot with her. i would have been in that position." "he's sorta hot for doing that, isn't he?" "that's tyler? no wonder why he's popular with the ladies."

"let's get you home, baby." tyler muttered into the air as he walked down the street to where his car was parked, his hand still tightly holding hers as he practically dragged her along with him.

"wait, slow down." she begged.

he grunted out in frustration, turning on his heel and sweeping the girl off of her feet. tyler carried her bridal style the rest of the way to his car. "i'm fucking pissed. little boy thinks he can touch up on my girl? god, i'm sorry for leaving you alone, baby. never again, i promise." he angrily huffed as he set her down on her feet once they reached his car.

"you're sorta hot when you're angry." she admitted softly as tyler unlocked his car. he was about to open the passenger side door for y/n when she suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck to stop him. she stared up at him, her eyes wide and her lips pulled into a soft smile. “it’s like i have scary dog privileges.” she giggled, crinkles forming by her eyes as her smile grew wider.

his hands were quick to find her waist, feeling his breath get caught in his throat as the moonlight hit her just right to give her a slight sparkle in her eyes. and suddenly, his anger had faded away just as quickly as it arose, replaced with the need to have her in that moment. “we’re not in a rush to go home, right?” he asked softly. he tapped his finger against her side, a sign for her to hop up and wrap her legs around his waist. he hooked his arms under her knees to support her once she did so, and he pinned her to the side of his car.

a blush rose to her cheeks, craning her head to the side as tyler’s lips pressed against the side of her neck. “you know the rules. as long as you get me back before my parents wake up.” she whispered into the air, her eyes fluttering shut as he suckled against her skin.

“that’s more than enough time.” he mumbled against her as he pulled away from her neck so that he could crash his lips against hers.

i want you to know, i love you the most i'll always be there right by your side ‘cause baby, you’re always in my mind just give me your forever (give me your forever)

[y/n] IM SORRY??

[tyler] i accept your apology

[y/n] ugh, weirdo

[tyler] helping with your nerves, mamas?

[y/n] a little

[y/n] do you remember when you first called me mamas

[tyler] of course

[tyler] on your 18th birthday

[tyler] and i got to fuck you raw for the first time because we were both like "AH FUCK IT WE'RE 18, IF WE HAVE A BABY THEN OH WELLL"

[tyler] but then we bought the plan b beforehand just to make sure we wouldn't make a baby

[tyler] s tier sex by the way

[y/n] IT WAS AFTER THAT

[tyler] no, i called you mamas while fucking you

[tyler] and you nearly came from me just calling you mamas even though i just put it in

[y/n] i do not recall

[y/n] this is fake news

[tyler] ok if we're talking nonsexual

[tyler] then yes it was after

[tyler] after you came back to your senses once i filled you to the brim

[y/n] HONEY I CANNOT BE HORNY RIGHT NOW

[y/n] ARENT YOU SITTING NEXT TO MY PARENTS?

[tyler] they're about to find out that i've been fucking their daughter for years and raw dogging her too.

[tyler] also, i'm already sporting a semi out here

[tyler] thinking about how shy you got after i called you mamas when you came down from your high

[tyler] how giggly you got

[tyler] so happy and fucked out

[tyler] never stopped calling you mamas after that, and no matter how many times i call you mamas, you still have the same reaction

[tyler] you're blushing and smiling right now, aren't you?

[y/n] SHUT UP

[tyler] if i remember correctly, i think i told you "you feel amazing, mamas.” the very first time i called you mamas

[tyler] but then after i got you cleaned up and dressed, i told you “i love you, mamas” and you literally melted in my arms it was so cute

[y/n] you remember all this but god forbid you remember where you parked your car in a packed parking garage

[tyler] that's not important

[tyler] i worship you

[tyler] i commit everything that is about you or involves you to my memory

[y/n] there aren't enough words in the universe to explain how much i love you

[tyler] just give me your forever. that’ll be enough.

[tyler] i love you mamas

[y/n] i love you too, honey

[y/n] i can’t wait to spend forever with you

i want you to know that you’ll be the one and i’ll be the guy who’ll be on his knees to say i love you and i need you and say i’d die for you (just give me your forever)

he was kneeling between her spread legs, one of his hands rested on her hip and the other wrapped around his length as he pumped himself slowly. their chests rose and fell in time as breathy sighs filled the room. tyler lined himself up with her entrance, keeping his gaze locked with hers as he spread her arousal over his tip. he pushed in slightly, just so that his tip was nestled in her warmth. the slight intrusion making y/n’s eyebrows furrow together.

he leaned over her body, his hands reaching for hers so he could lace their fingers together as he kept her hands pinned to the pillow besides her head. he held her gaze as he pressed his hips flush against hers slowly, his jaw dropping open at the feeling of her walls clinging around him without a thin layer of latex separating them. once he bottomed out, he stayed there for a moment, his eyes threatening to shut as he felt her walls pulse around his length.

“you feel amazing, mamas.” he whispered, the new pet name falling from his lips so effortlessly. and suddenly, y/n was bucking her hips up against his and squeezing his hands tightly, her mouth dropping with a drawled out whine that tyler knew all too well. he grunted, feeling the familiar feeling of her walls convulsing around him, but the experience had been heightened with the lack of protection separating them. “fuck, you like that, don’t you? you like being called mamas.” he mumbled, pressing a quick gentle kiss to her cheek. tyler pulled out until just his tip was left in her before snapping his hips back into hers.

“feels so good, daddy. give me more.” she moaned out softly, her legs wrapping around his waist as if to pull him in deeper into her.

tyler repeatedly thrusted himself into her, picking up speed as he felt her legs begin to quiver at his sides. he glanced down between their bodies, catching a glimpse of the slick wetness that coated his length whenever he’d pull out of her. his gaze snapped back up to hers as he felt her legs squeeze at his sides in warning. “already close, mamas? daddy’s just getting started.” he grunted over her breathy moans, adjusting his position slightly so he could directly hit her g-spot. when a particularly load moan was pulled from her throat, tyler covered her mouth with his own to swallow her moans.

she knew that fucking without a condom would feel different, but she didn’t expect it to feel like this. y/n could feel the drag of his length inside of her with every thrust, and she struggled to kiss him back. instead, she was focused on the way she could actually feel his length pulsing inside her, and the way the head of his cock kissed her cervix with every thrust.

it wasn’t long before she was shaking her him, her hands squeezing his hands tightly as she moaned loudly against his mouth. her walls clenched down on his length tightly, and the feeling was so intense that tyler had moaned against her mouth. he pulled away from her mouth, focusing on chasing his own high as he let go of one of her hands to guide her to rest her legs up on his shoulders. tyler folded her in half with his body weight, his hand finding hers again as he jackhammered into her.

“you’re such a good bitch for daddy. cumming all over my fucking cock. fuck, i’m so close.” he gasped out, his hands squeezing hers tightly as the familiar knot in his stomach began to tighten. “beg for me, mamas. beg for daddy to fill you up.”

“please daddy. please cum in me. i can’t take it anymore, it’s too much. i just want your cum in me. please daddy.” y/n cried out as she begged for tyler, her back arching off the mattress as he continuously rammed himself into her. tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as her body continued to shake under him with every thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body. “breed me, daddy.”

with a few more thrusts, tyler was burying his face in the crook of her neck, spilling his seed into her with a whimper as his hips sporadically continued to buck into her with each rope of cum that painted her walls.

eventually, he stilled and the two of them were left breathing heavily in time as he fell limp against her body, letting go of her hands so he could hook his arms under her body and wrap them completely around her mid-section.

she wasn’t given a moment to catch her breath before tyler was already pulling out of her and flipping her around. “face down, ass up, mamas. you didn’t think i was just gonna fill you once and be done, did you?” he asked from behind her, helping her lift her hips up and get on her knees. his hand trailed along her spine, watching the way she instinctively arched her back and pushed her hips back against him. “you asked daddy to breed you, so that’s exactly what daddy’s going to do.”

“i feel it dripping.” she whined out in complaint, biting down on her bottom lip to bite back a scream as tyler’s hand came down roughly on her ass.

“don’t worry, mamas. i’ll fuck it back into you.” he grunted, reaching for her hands and pinning them behind her back. tyler watched as his cum continued to drip out of her and onto the mattress, the sight instantly making his head foggy with lust. he rubbed his fingers over her clit, watching as the girl’s pulled away from him from overstimulation. he laughed as he pressed his other hand on the small of her back to keep her in place as he continued to rub circles over her clit, collecting more of his dripping cum on to his fingers.

“oh god.” she cried out as tyler pushed two of his fingers into her, curling them right up into her g-spot.

tyler thrusted his fingers in and out of her, his other hand smacking her ass roughly as she tried to crawl further up along the bed away from him. “god’s not here.” he grunted, grabbing at her thigh to keep her from crawling away from him as he scissored his fingers inside of her and making her cry out in pleasure. “cry all you want, bitch. he can’t save you now.” he huffed as he pushed his cum deeper into her, eventually pulling his fingers out of her and lining his cock with her entrance before ramming himself into her once again.

she didn’t know how many times she came that night, or how many times tyler had filled her up. all she knew was that this is the closest to ascending to the heavens that she’d feel in this lifetime. her whole body felt light and tingly, and a fuzzy feeling fogged up her head in the best way possible. a light smile was permanently etched on her face and tyler would tell her that she’d have the most beautiful after-sex glow that he’s seen on her.

he dressed her up after he cleaned her with a towel and gave her the plan b to take. afterwards, tyler peppered kisses over her every inch of her still exposed skin, whispering praises as he did so. and when he made it back up her body and hovered over her, tyler caught her lips in a gentle kiss and kissed her languish manner.

he pulled away and laid down beside her, pulling her into his chest and pulling her blanket over their bodies before wrapping his arms around her frame. “i love you, mamas. happy birthday.” he whispered into her hair before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. tyler smiled as he felt her melt in his arms, her body falling limp against his as her arm draped across his midsection.

she lifted her head, pushing herself up to peck his lips before falling flat against him and closing her eyes. “i love you, honey.” she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming and moaning into her pillow because she couldn’t hold back her moans by the time tyler was fucking her through her third orgasm.

the next day, after tyler would pick her up just a few hours after sneaking out of her room once she had fallen asleep, he’d laugh in her face as she’d pull out her phone to read the message she typed out for him. “i lost my voice so i can’t talk.” she‘d slap his arm playfully in response, but she’d still smile as he greeted her with a kiss when he was at a stop sign away from her house.

“you should call me mamas more.” was the next message she typed out for him as they were waiting to be seated at a restaurant with her friend group that tyler didn’t know all too well.

“i wasn’t planning on stopping.” he typed back his response before sneakily handing her phone back to her so that her friends wouldn’t see the exchange between them.

as far as her friends were concerned, tyler was tagging along because he’d known y/n the longest out of them and she wanted him to be there. they didn’t mind, because tyler never seemed to talk much during these birthday breakfasts for y/n, and because of that, it made it easy for them to continue on with their antics.

they did, however, find it odd that whenever y/n wanted to speak but couldn’t because she somehow lost her voice - it was tyler who she’d have read out her typed messages.

i never knew it would be possible for you to be with me ‘cause you loved someone else back in ‘73 i was so jealous seeing you with him

[tyler] i can’t wait to put a giant rock on your finger

[tyler] so that when you go to your next 5sos concert, luke hemmings will know you’re taken

[y/n] you’re still on this ??

[y/n] it was like first year of college when i had a massive 5sos phase

[y/n] that’s already so long ago

[tyler] ok and

[tyler] every time you talked to me about how hot luke was, i thought you meant an actual dude you knew named luke that you met here in college that i just didn’t know about.

[y/n] i literally told you it was 5sos luke

[tyler] no you didn’t

[y/n] YES I DID

[y/n] i do think it’s funny that

[y/n] you snapped at me while pacing in a parking lot at the arena

[tyler] it is very funny, i’ll admit that

[tyler] it’s still on sight if i see him too, btw. you better hope i don’t see him when i’m out in la

[y/n] honey

[y/n] i only need you

[tyler] that’s right, mamas

[tyler] you only need me.

oh, baby, i know that i can treat you better back in those nights oh, you wouldn’t cry from his stupid lies oh, baby, i was there watching wishing you to be mine

“luke this. luke that. who the fuck is luke?” tyler finally snapped as he ran his fingers through his hair, frustration laced in his voice as he paced back and forth outside of the arena where all of the aew talent’s rental cars were parked. he was dressed in only a pair of sweats, having been previously getting warmed up and pumped up for his appearance tonight when y/n suddenly called him and he excused himself to answer her.

he’d always answer her. unless he was working, then tyler would simply call her back as soon as he could. even though her calls would range from “serious” reasons to call him (such as, what he’d like for a holiday gift, when he was coming home and if he needed a ride, letting him know she was flying out for a show etc.) to simply telling him about her day or complaining about something that troubled her or just random thoughts she wanted to tell him, tyler would always answer.

between training to wrestle and shadowing his dad and following him on the road with aew, tyler wasn’t home often and he suddenly went from seeing y/n everyday to seeing her once or twice a week. this was the main reason why tyler would always make it a point to answer her calls.

however, for the past week, tyler has been hearing nothing else besides stuff about this luke person and “how hot he sounds” and “ugh i miss when he had his lip piercing.”

he wouldn’t ever think y/n was cheating on him. after all, she was speaking so openly about this luke person that tyler knew that it couldn’t have been someone she was seeing behind his back. but for the life of him, tyler couldn’t remember who the fuck luke was in her friend circle and he thought he knew all of their names.

when the line fell silent on the other end, tyler let out a huff, “hello? love, you still there?”

it was then that he heard her chuckle on the other end of the phone, and she asked him, “woah there angry man. you don’t remember?”

she knew tyler would only ever call her “love” if he was irritated. it was his way of letting her know that although he was most definitely irritated, he still loves her and that she shouldn’t question his feelings for her during their argument.

“clearly i don’t, and for the past week you won’t fucking shut up about this luke guy. do i need to remind you that the only man you need in your life is me?” tyler paused for a moment, even taking a second to stop in his tracks as he ran his own words over in his head. “well, and the other men in your family… and your close friends… but that’s besides the point.” he grunted before continuing to pace back and forth, his hand repeatedly smoothing and ruffling his hair out of habit.

“honey, what do i want for christmas?” she asked him, trying to help him jog his memory.

“ugh. those concert tickets for that one band you’ve liked since middle school.” he answered quickly, reminding himself to make sure he got the time off for when the concert date rolled around so he could tag along with her.

“smart boy. now, what’s the band called?” she asked again, and tyler could practically hear the wide smile that adorned her face.

“fuck if i remember. something with time and a season.” he grunted, stopping in his tracks and pinching the bridge of his nose. tyler squeezed his eyes shut as if it’d assist him in thinking harder.

“5 seconds of summer.” she answered for him with a hum, “i’m going to assume you don’t remember the names of the members even though i’ve pointed at them individually and told you there names and forced you to listen to all their songs with me.”

“why the fuck would i remember shit like that? i remember stuff about you like how these 5 seconds of summer guys are your favorite band. that doesn’t mean i have to remember who they are.” tyler groaned out, feeling his irritation start to bubble over. “where are you even going with this?”

“luke’s the lead singer. remember? the blonde one with the hair like you but he actually knows what a comb is.”

tyler fell silent at her words, and he felt his irritation shift into something else unrecognizable that made his entire body run cold. he opened his eyes and let his hand drop from his nose as he resumed his pacing. “i know what a fucking comb is, mamas.” he grunted, and it was then that y/n blessed his ears with a whole-hearted laugh that had tyler grinning.

y/n apologized softly, “sorry for talking your ear off about him, honey. they released a new-”

“released a new album and you’re very excited about it and judging by how much you’ve been talking about him, you’ve probably gone on your little fangirl spree and watched a bunch of videos, yeah i know.” he finished for her, and he heard her gasp out a soft “ok, maybe you know me a little too well” that had him chuckling. “sorry about getting all snappy with you, mamas. i thought you were talking about some dude you met.”

“what was the thing you said earlier? the only man i need is you?” y/n asked, although she already knew the answer.

“yeah.” he answered.

“you’re right, honey. when it comes to my partner for life, the only man that i need is you. i love you. i’m sorry if i made you feel insecure.” y/n’s tone changed. her voice grew soft as if to let tyler know that she truly was sorry for making tyler feel irritated and potentially insecure with her rambling about another man to him without clarifying that the man she was talking about was simply a celebrity.

“i love you, mamas. and for the record, i’m not insecure. i’m sure i can take that luke guy on anyway. i beat people up for a living.” tyler defended himself as he made his way back inside the arena.

her laugh coming through the speakers was enough for a wide dimpled smile to stretch across his face.

i want you to know, i love you the most i’ll always be there right by your side ‘cause baby, you’re always in my mind just give me your forever (give me your forever)

[y/n] the period at the end of the sentence scares me

[y/n] in like a

[y/n] “i can hear you say it in my head all possessively and i’d really like to kiss you right now” way

[tyler] good

[tyler] i’d love that

[tyler] too bad you’re about to get your diploma and i finally get to post you

[y/n] post me?

[tyler] it’s sitting in my drafts right now

[tyler] on all my social medias

[y/n] lies you only use instagram and tiktok but your tiktok is private and you’ve already posted me on there since i’m your only follower

[tyler] as i said, all my social medias

[y/n] wait i wanna see before you post

[tyler] respectfully, no.

[tyler] i can’t wait to tell the world about you

[tyler] the girls in my dms are about to have a field day

[y/n] LMAO

[y/n] you literally posting an average looking woman on your insta while you have literal models in your dms

[tyler] tf you mean average

[tyler] you’re beautiful mamas

[y/n] you tell me everyday, honey

[y/n] do yk the adam sandler speech?

[tyler] jog my memory for me

[y/n] “i’d like to give a shoutout to my fellow nominees, who will now be known as the guys who lost to adam fucking sandler”

[tyler] classic

[y/n] that’s how i’m going to feel once you post me and all the girls and guys who were tryna shoot their shot at you realize you have a girlfriend

[tyler] LMAO

[tyler] didn’t you also feel that way that one time

[y/n] WHEN HAILEY WAS ALL UP ON YOU

[tyler] see, i don’t even remember her name

[y/n] i do

[y/n] her face when she realized that you weren’t lying about having a girlfriend

[y/n] and then the double take after seeing my average ass

[tyler] not average

[tyler] you’re the most stunning woman in the world

[tyler] that’s why she did a double take

[y/n] ok yeah let’s ignore her snobby ass “you’re dating her” with the disgusting tone when she referred to me

[tyler] she can’t see properly with all the cum in her eyes from all the dudes she blows just to feel wanted

[y/n] TYLER

[tyler] what

[y/n] you’re so mean

[tyler] you love it when i’m mean

[y/n] yeah to ME in BED not to OTHER PEOPLE

[tyler] damn

[tyler] that sucks

[tyler] i hate humans

i want you to know that you’ll be the one and i’ll be the guy who’ll be on his knees to say i love you and i need you and say i’d die for you (just give me your forever)

senior ditch day happened to fall on the week before graduation. their class had decided to all go to a beach that was about an hour out from town. y/n and tyler had planned to hang out with their respective friend groups, but made it a plan to come back to the beach during the summer for their own date - preferably when their entire senior class wasn’t there.

their groups ended up next to each others on the beach, which tyler and y/n clearly didn’t mind because they could admire each other from afar. while tyler’s large friend group set up the large canopy they brought as well as laying out various towels and setting up tables, y/n’s small friend group was putting together their cozy beach pop-up tent complete with fairy lights and multiple towels for them to lay on.

later on, while her friends were all off towards the ocean, y/n had stayed behind to watch their stuff and just lay on her beach towel and rest. tyler’s friends all seemed to have the same idea, all of them already running off to the water with various water guns and other toys. y/n had let them know that she could watch their stuff for them and they were all game.

it had only been about 5 minutes since everyone left when tyler would return - still damp and covered in sand from having jumped into the ocean. “hey pretty lady, this seat taken?” he asked, gesturing to the spot beside y/n as she pushed herself up on her forearms slightly.

she smiled, laying back down and patting the spot beside her for tyler to join her. “it isn’t, but i’ll have you know: my boyfriend kills people.” she warned.

tyler laughed, laying down beside her and scooting in further so that he’d be under the shade. he lifted her head, sliding his arm under her head before setting it back down. “damn really?” he asked, watching her nod her head.

“why aren’t you out with your friends? i offered to watch your guys’ stuff, you know.” she said, turning her head towards tyler to find the man already looking at her.

“hailey got annoying.” he admitted with a sigh. “she ‘slipped’ and ‘lost her footing’ or whatever and fell on me and we both fell to the ground. which, you know, would have been fine if it was actually an accident, but when i tried to get up, she was practically trying to push me down and then i noticed she was trying to kiss me. so, i pushed her off, said i had a girlfriend and came back here.” tyler grunted.

y/n had known of her, but she had yet to put a face to the name. with hailey’s advances towards tyler, she had heard a lot about the girl. “which one is she?” she asked as she looked out at the area where hers and tyler’s friends mingled.

“uh.” tyler followed her gaze. “the one that is angrily walking over right now.”

“tyler! what do you mean you have a girlfriend? i asked the boys and they all said that you don’t have one!” hailey screamed while tyler and y/n sat up. tyler sighed, feeling y/n tense up beside him. he glanced over at y/n before looking up at hailey. “do you mind? i’m trying to have a talk with tyler here.” hailey suddenly turned her attention to y/n, who seemed like she wanted to be anywhere but here.

before tyler could speak, y/n rolled her eyes and said, “whatever you want to talk to him about, you can say it in front of me.”

“what does it matter to you? it’s a private serious conversation between tyler and i. tyty, let’s go somewhere else to talk.” hailey spat, taking a step towards tyler and reaching for his hand before y/n quite literally smacked her hand away.

“it matters what you want to talk to my boyfriend about without me being there.” y/n fired back, her eyebrows furrowing in anger as she stared up at hailey.

tyler knew better than to get between a cat fight, so he simply kept his mouth shut and slung his arm over y/n’s shoulders to pull her into his side in silent support.

hailey looked between the two of them, switching between staring at y/n’s fiery gaze to where tyler wasn’t even meeting her eyes because he had buried his face into the side of y/n’s neck to hide his amusement. “you’re dating her?” she gasped out, something like disgust dripping down her chin as she addressed y/n. “tyler are you blind? she’s a fucking nerd who doesn’t even know the first difference between lip oil and lip tint. tyler, you’re far too good looking to be with someone like her!”

y/n looked over hailey, acknowledging that the girl was near model status and could easily make it big if she got scouted out. “it’s sad that you got so angry over finding out your crush is dating me that you had to go after my looks because you know you lose in every other category.” she sighed, offering hailey a sad apologetic smile. “look, sorry or whatever it is you want to hear from me. but tyler’s been my boyfriend since the eighth grade and i don’t have any plans on breaking up with him at all. what about you, honey?” she suddenly asked tyler.

he shook his head, pulling his face away from her neck so he could smile at her. “hell no, the fuck? i’d be a fucking idiot to let the most stunning girl in the world go.” he hummed, knowing that it’d piss off hailey more.

y/n rested her head on tyler’s shoulder, watching as hailey seemed to lull over her thoughts in her own head. “fine. what can i do then to prove that i’m better than her?” hailey asked, seemingly determined to get with tyler.

“nothing.” tyler answered quickly. “there’s no one better than y/n for me. but i know people have their opinions and that’s why no one knows yet that it’s her i’m dating. she doesn’t deserve this shit that you’re giving her right now just because you think she doesn’t fit me based off of looks alone. although, i do suppose it‘s a good way of weeding out the fake bitches that i call my ‘friends’.” he paused once he saw a flicker of guilt seem to wash over hailey, before it was quickly replaced by the anger that was once there. “look, hailey, if you truly are my friend then you’d walk away right now and leave us be. i’m happy with y/n and in every universe, even if i were to meet someone first or if there was someone else in the picture, i know that i’d choose y/n every time.”

hailey looked between the two of them again, and this time it was y/n who had her face buried in tyler’s neck to hide the blush that had crept up on her face. “whatever.” she huffed, rolling her eyes and flipping off tyler. “your fucking loss. i hope the two of you last for another two weeks.” she swore before she stormed off, heading back towards the group so that she could get her mind off of being so wholeheartedly rejected by tyler.

“you know that one adam sandler speech?” y/n broke the silence that fell over them once hailey left. she pulled her face away from tyler’s neck, cupping his cheek and turning his head so that he could look at her.

“which one?” tyler asked, leaning in so that he could peck her lips quickly.

“the one after he won that award” she answered, smiling as tyler repeatedly pecked her lips.

“oh yeah, you show it to me all the time.” he hummed, his arm dropping to wrap around her waist as he hauled her into his lap.

“that’s how i feel right now, knowing that you’d choose me even though you have drop dead gorgeous girls willing to take my spot.” she admitted, straddling him and wrapping her arms around his neck as his free hand cupped her breast over the fabric of the bikini she wore.

“they’re pretty and all, but they’re nothing compared to you, mamas.” he whispered. “you look so fucking good in this bikini. the guys won’t stop staring over at you whenever you walk by. they keep asking me why i’m gatekeeping my ‘hot nerd friend’ and all of your other hot nerd friends when they ask me to introduce them to you guys and i say no.” he mumbled before pressing his lips against hers and kneading her breast to make her gasp against his lips. he glided his tongue across hers, swallowing her soft moans as he let his hand reach under her bikini top.

she giggled, pulling away from his lips and opening her eyes to look at him. “we’re in public, honey.” she scolded him, watching a pout form on his lips as his hand dropped from her breast to circle both of his arms around her waist. he dipped his head, pressing a kiss between her breasts and pulling his head away after. “also, i don’t get it. the girls in your group are way prettier.”

tyler shook his head. “different aesthetics. the girls in my group are your average mainstream hot girls in those teen movies.” he muttered. “but you? hot sexy nerdy girl with an ass and tits that’s finally being shown off because all you usually wear are sweats and a baggy ass hoodie. you’ve just got a different aesthetic. the guys and i have a type, and we all agree that hot nerdy girls are the best.” he mumbled, leaning up to kiss her cheek. “too bad i’ve got the baddest bitch of them all, though. isn’t that right, mamas?”

she leaned down to peck his lips before shuffling off of his lap and standing up. “all yours, daddy.” she muttered just loud enough for tyler to hear. the cocky dimpled grin that tugged at his lips had let her know that he did hear it. y/n held her hand out for him to take, helping him stand up before letting their hands drop. “i’m not driving and my friends don’t drink. think you can pour me a shot before everyone comes back?”

tyler laughed, wrapping his arm around her waist to pull her in for another kiss while his hand fell down further to grab her ass. “anything for you, mamas. want me to mix you something up, too? i just learned how to make a lychee drink just for you since i know you love lychee.”

do you remember? i was on the aisle waiting for you, babe

[y/n] oh shit they’re gonna hand out the diplomas

[y/n] fucking finally

[y/n] 4 years and thousands of dollars to walk across a stage, get a piece of paper and shake some hands!!!

[tyler] i’ll make sure to scream so loud i lose my voice tomorrow

[y/n] don’t you have work

[tyler] mamas

[tyler] i don’t even talk for tv most of the time

[y/n] true

[tyler] thank god you’re near the beginning, i ain’t sitting through all these other fuckers

[tyler] i just want to kiss you already

[tyler] my pretty mamas

[tyler] OH YOU’RE LINING UP

[tyler] I SEE YOUR SHORT ASS BETWEEN THE TWO REALLY TALL DUDES

[y/n] SHUT UP

[y/n] putting my phone away now!

[y/n] take lots of pictures and videos for me

[y/n] thank you for being my number one supporter

[y/n] i love you so much, tyler

[tyler] i love you the most, y/n

[tyler] and for the record

[tyler] i’m your number one supporter for more reasons than just being your boyfriend

[tyler] if it wasn’t for you

[tyler] god knows where i’d be right now

[tyler] thank you for supporting me even though i’m a college dropout who’s trying to make it big in wrestling

[tyler] congratulations, my forever lover

[tyler] i’ll see you soon

saw you in your gown i was crying all my tears i told myself that you are the one (you are the one)

tyler didn’t know why he suddenly felt emotional, but seeing her hug her parents with her diploma grasped tightly in her hands while she still had her cap, gown, and stole on was doing something to him. he wiped away a tear that had suddenly fell from his eyes and shifted awkwardly on his feet as he waited for her to greet him.

“are you crying, tyler?” she asked as soon as she let go of her parents and turned her attention to tyler.

“just a little.” he admitted with a laugh, spreading his arms out wide for her as she jumped into his arms. he wrapped his arms around her midsection as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. he spun her in a circle, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “i’m so fucking proud of you, mamas. congratulations.” he mumbled into her neck before setting her back down on her feet gently.

“thank you, honey.” she whispered, unwrapping her arms from around his neck and taking a step back from him. she turned to face her parents who were already looking at them questioning what they just saw. “mom, dad. do you want to take photos? my boyfriend can take them for us.”

before she could give them time to react, y/n was already shoving her phone into tyler’s hands and taking her spot back between her parents. she threw her arms over their shoulders and pulled them closer to her, smiling widely with a loud “cheese” while her parents simply stared at her and screamed “boyfriend?”

the flash of her phone camera caught their attention, and soon they were all smiling and going through a variety of different poses while tyler took their picture.

“how long have you and tyler been dating? i thought he is just your best friend?” her dad asked beside her while they posed.

“since eighth grade.” y/n answered sheepishly.

her parents echoed her words loudly, both of their heads snapping to look towards her while tyler held back a laugh as he captured the moment.

“i got my degree in the end, didn’t i? he wasn’t a distraction at all.” y/n pointed out, reminding her parents of the rule they set. she grinned widely as tyler continued counting down “3, 2, 1” as if it were a mantra between each photo he took.

a moment of silence fell over them that left y/n feeling uneasy while her parents seemed to think over her words. it was her mom that’d cut through the silence. “she’s right, darling. we can’t say anything now. our baby’s all grown up, has her degree, and now we don’t have to worry about taking care of her anymore, she has her own man.” her mom laughed, hooking her arm with y/n’s and resting her head on her shoulder.

y/n’s dad sighed in defeat, standing behind them and wrapping his arms around the both of them. he rested his head on top of theirs and said, “at least it’s tyler. the kid isn’t too bad, and he’s already making money and doing his own thing. you just come to me if he starts any trouble.”

y/n giggled, turning around in her parents arms after tyler snapped the photo so that she could hug them. it certainly went better than she pictured, as she expected her parents to put up a little more of a fight rather than give up so easily. she felt them hug her back and she sighed in relief. “i’m going to be honest. i thought you guys would kill me for keeping him from you for so long.”

“if you told us this at your high school graduation, then we would have definitely sent you far away for college even if you didn’t want to go.” her dad admitted with a laugh. “but your mother’s right. we don’t have a say in who you date now. the rule was that you couldn’t date until you got your degree from college because you’d get distracted and fail school. but you managed to graduate all while having a boyfriend and proved us wrong, so who are we to suddenly break you two apart?” he continued, pulling away from the hug and taking his wife’s hand in his.

her mom looked over at tyler who had stopped taking photos to pull off the hoodie he wore and was in the process of shoving the hoodie into his backpack he always had. she laughed, covering her mouth with her hand and nudging her husband with her elbow. “darling, look at tyler.”

y/n and her dad both looked at tyler’s direction just as he slung his backpack back over his shoulders, a wide smile on his face as he proudly wore his “i love my girlfriend” shirt with a photo of y/n on the front. “honey, what is that?” y/n screamed, her face burning red with embarrassment.

“my new favorite shirt.” he answered without missing a beat. he took a step forward, holding out y/n’s phone for her dad to take and his own phone for her mom to take. “can you take our photos, please?” he asked, already reaching for the signs of y/n’s heads so that they could pose with them. he thrusted one of the signs into y/n’s hands before wrapping his arm around her shoulders and guiding her to step back with him.

y/n’s mom happily got into the rhythm of taking photos for the two as they posed, clearly having been silently hoping for years that tyler wasn’t just her daughter’s “best friend”. mother knows best, after all, and y/n’s mom wasn’t a stranger to the way tyler has been treating her daughter. she’ll admit she did find it odd when her daughter was in middle school that tyler would always be with her when she came to pick her up, and had once caught a whiff of weed in the air that she knew just had to come from the strange boy. but as tyler seemed to become a permanent fixture in y/n’s friends that she’d hang out with in high school, she chose not to bring it up again simply because she knew her daughter was still at the top of her class. she also chose not to make it known that she had once peeked out the window when she knew tyler was dropping y/n home after asking to take her out with him for his birthday dinner and just so happened to see them kiss in his car.

y/n’s dad on the other hand hesitated for a moment, simply taking the time to observe the way the two interacted. he had never wanted to assume anything was going on between them in the years he had known tyler, and y/n was still excelling in her academics in a way that he thought she wouldn’t be able to if she had a boyfriend. clearly, he was wrong. and as he watched tyler carefully handle her as they posed for each photo, he knew he didn’t need to worry. after all, if y/n’s been dating him since eighth grade, he was sure he didn’t have too much to worry about. he taught y/n to never settle for less, after all. “let’s get a photo of you two kissing so i can post it on facebook and give everyone in the family a heart attack.” he called out as he stood beside his wife, pulling up y/n’s phone to snap a photo as the younger couple stared at each other with red faces.

y/n’s mom cheered loudly as tyler and y/n kissed for the photo, tyler’s arm circling around her waist and dipping her as y/n’s hand came up to cup his cheek.

i want you to know, i love you the most i’ll always be there right by your side ‘cause baby, you’re always in my mind just give me your forever (give me your forever)

“straight to my house, tyler. no funny business. do i make myself clear?” y/n’s dad asked, his hand still firmly gripping tyler’s hand. although tyler was taller than him, tyler couldn’t help but feel as though he were six feet shorter just from the way he knew that if he fucked up now, the older man would certainly have his head on a stick… literally.

“yes, sir. no funny business.” tyler reassured him, ignoring the giggles from the two women that were standing behind him.

the four of them were all in the parking garage, already ready to head home so that they could continue the celebration with family that was already waiting at y/n’s house. y/n had asked if she could have tyler drive her to their house, and after a little hesitation, her dad agreed.

y/n was already showing her mom all the photos she and tyler had taken together throughout the years, and her mom wouldn’t stop gushing over the fact that her daughter had such a handsome boyfriend who was making a name for himself in the wrestling business. tyler eventually walked over to them, his hand finding its place on y/n’s hip.

“drive safely, tyler.” y/n’s mom told him, pulling him in for a hug. “see you later, baby! don’t do anything in the car that should be saved for the bedroom.” she teased before going off to join her husband in making their way to their own car.

“fucking finally.” tyler breathed out, turning his full attention to y/n as he planted both of his hands on her hips to pull her against him. he dipped his head down as y/n’s arms came up to wrap around his neck, pulling him down further and meeting him in the middle for a heated kiss. “one pair of parents down, one more to go.” he mumbled against her lips as he backed her up to press her against the side of his car.

she parted her lips, allowing tyler’s tongue to slide against hers and whimpering against him. y/n pulled away, not wanting to let themselves get too carried away. “wanna call them now?” she asked, unwrapping her arms from around his neck so that she could cup his face in her hands instead. she reached up further, running her fingers through tyler’s hair in an attempt to calm the mess, although in all the years she’s been with tyler - she already knew that was nearly impossible.

“no need. already sent them the photos while we were walking here. just waiting for them to reply.” he laughed, leaning in quickly to peck her lips once more before taking a step back. “i’ll post on my instagram tonight. i’m afraid that the longer we stand here kissing and not driving, your dad will actually kill me. i’m certain he was just being nice because there’s so many people here.” tyler said, taking a step back and letting his hands fall from her hips. he waited for her to step out before pulling the door open for her, waiting for her to slide into her seat before shutting the door and jogging around to the other side.

“let’s get you home and celebrate with your family, mamas.” he said as he slid into the drivers seat, quickly starting the car and pulling on his seatbelt.

“at least this time, when my aunts and uncles all ask me if i have a boyfriend, i get to pull you around and be like ‘here he is!’” y/n laughed as tyler leaned over the center console to give her one more kiss before pulling out of the parking spot and driving off. of course, they kissed at every red light and stop sign as they were unable to contain their excitement of being finally able to freely and openly love each other.

i want you to know that you’ll be the one and i’ll be the guy who’ll be on his knees to say i love you and i need you and say i’d die for you (just give me your forever)

tyler had retreated to y/n’s room two hours into the party. after being bombarded with loads of questions from y/n’s relatives, he needed some time for himself. but he also needed to answer his mom and dad’s facetime call, so he used that as an excuse to be up in her room.

“hey mom! hey dad!” tyler greeted as soon as he picked up the call, laying back in y/n’s bed and kicking off his shoes.

“since eighth grade?” taz asked, clearly in disbelief at the fact that tyler had managed to successfully hide his relationship from them for so long. especially since tyler had just started working with him and was on the road with taz.

“yeah. been going strong for years and years. not one break up or nothing. mom taught me how to treat my girl right.” tyler laughed, as he opened up his instagram app, already heading to his drafts so that he could add a few more photos and videos to the post he had already typed up.

“where is she? i miss y/n, i haven’t seen her in so long ever since you started working with your dad. now it makes so much sense why you’d always have her over when we haven’t even met your other friends!” tyler’s mom asked, seemingly happy that her son had a girlfriend that she had already met and thought of highly.

“i feel so dumb. she’d sometimes fly out to our shows and tyler would just be like ‘oh i just miss my best friend, you know. been around her my whole life and now i can’t walk down the street to see her.’ i can’t believe i took that ‘best friend’ story and believed it.” taz gasped out in disbelief.

“she’s downstairs with the rest of her family. i think she’s drinking with her cousins right now. i’m up in her room because her aunts and uncles have been asking me questions nonstop. some of her uncles are apparently fans of you, dad. they went real crazy over it.” tyler hummed. he switched apps to his messaging app and opened up the group chat he had with his parents. “i’m about to post her on my instagram since we can date openly now. i’ve been waiting years to show her off. do you think she’ll be mad if i post this one?” he asked them as he sent a photo of y/n in a sports bra and tyler’s ring gear, with her hands taped and everything. she even had the ftw championship slung over her shoulder, and for effect, her hair was tousled and messy. y/n was pulling off her best “mean mug” face although she was failing horribly.

his parents laughed as soon as they saw the image, and taz joked, “she makes the championship look better than you do.”

“i don’t think she’ll mind, baby. but your dad and i are going to go have dinner now. behave yourself and for the love of god, don’t have a kid. we just found out you have a girlfriend of eight years, we don’t need to be sent to the hospital because we had a heart attack over news of you getting her pregnant.” his mom said.

tyler said his goodbyes to his parents. once the call dropped, he went back to his instagram app to continue editing his post.

“honey? you in here?” y/n’s voice rang throughout the room as she peeked her head in.

“hey mamas. just about to post you. is it cool if i include this photo of you cuddled up against my chest even though there’s a big ass hickey on my collarbone?” he asked, holding up his phone for her to see although she was still in the doorway.

she felt her face heat up as she walked further into the room, shutting the door behind her and sitting at the edge of the bed. “sure, why not? let’s give your die hard fans even more reason to be angry at me.” y/n laughed.

“god, i’m so happy i get to hear that laugh forever. hold these hands forever. kiss these lips forever. love you forever.” tyler admitted softly, his gaze locked with hers as her hand came up to cup his cheek. she leaned in and tyler met her in the middle, capturing her lips in a sweet kiss and tasting the alcohol that lingered on her lips.

he grimaced once she pulled away, his tongue peeking out to swipe at his bottom lip. “what the fuck are you drinking down there? is that jd?” he asked after tasting the alcohol, pushing himself up so that he was sitting up on the bed.

“there’s henny if you want that instead. but come down soon, they’re already asking about you again.” she hummed as tyler’s arm came around her from to wrap around her waist. she leaned into his chest as he kissed her, moaning against him as his tongue wrapped around hers. y/n placed her hands firmly against his chest, pushing him slightly as she pulled away. “later, daddy. if you convince my parents to let you stay the night.”

“even if they didn’t let me, i’ll just sneak back in, mamas.”

just give me your forever

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