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SWINGS AND MISSES

mlb player!steve harrington x f!reader word count: 6288 words warnings: angst and smut notes: i don't know if i made it super clear in the story but steve plays for the phillies in this au summary: with steve's record-breaking walk-off home run, it should've been an extraordinary night. but steve's wife can't help her longing for hawkins, and when she hears from one of his teammates a rumor that steve may have received an offer from a team even farther away from home, she finally meets her breaking point.

AUGUST, 1994;

“I’ve never seen a home run in real life before! It was incredible!”

Steve’s lips curled into a smile as he held the baseball close to his stomach with his left hand, a marker in his right, printing his signature on the ball. “Well, I’m glad I was able to make a good first impression, bud,” he chuckled, leaning further into the wall separating the stands from the field to hand the ball back over before taking another from the other young boy beside him.

“Yeah. The announcer even said it broke a record! That was such a cool way to end the game,” the boy said as Steve handed him his newly autographed ball, capping the marker and stuffing it in the back pocket of his baseball pants. “I’ve never seen a homer hit that far! And it was a walk-off!”

“Yeah, I think it even went out of the park!” The other younger boy exclaimed and Steve laughed, crossing his arms over his chest. “I wanna hit like you one day!”

“Yeah, how do we learn to hit like you?”

Steve laughed again at the rapid fire questions, uncrossing his arms to lift his baseball cap off his head and run his fingers through his sweat-slicked hair. “It’s all about the effort you put into the game. It’s all pointless if you don’t take the time to practice, right?” he replied, glancing away when out of the corner of his eye, he could make out a figure making its way down the stairs, heading in their direction.

A very familiar figure.

“Yeah! I practice all the time!” One of the younger boys responded, a wide grin on his face. “Sometimes, my mom brings her video camera to record me at batting practice. I love going to the cages!”

Steve was trying his best to keep his attention focused on the two children in front of him, he really was, but how could he possibly focus on anything else when his wife was coming his way looking like that? His muscles ached with fatigue and his stomach growled, and all he really wanted was to get some food in his system, clean himself up, and maybe even make a little love to his wife before getting a good night’s sleep. The closer she got, the harder he found it to maintain his patience.

The young boys in front of him continued to babble on about the practice they do outside of games as Steve’s wife approached in one of his jerseys— which was a few sizes too big for her— tucked into denim shorts, a Phillies baseball cap fit snug to her head. Steve’s grin widened as she approached and he gave her upper arm a squeeze before turning back to the children.

“I really hate to have to go but I’m sure your parents would hate me if I kept you boys up too late anyways,” Steve chuckled, raising a hand to the crown of his head to give the boys a little salute as he helped his wife climb over the wall and step onto the field. “Keep practicing!” He called over his shoulder as he threw his arm around his wife’s shoulders, giving her arm a squeeze. “And respect your parents!”

Her face pulled into a smile and her chest heaved with a laugh as she glanced up at him, scrunching her face when he met her gaze. “Look at you being so good with kids,” she giggled, lacing her fingers together with the ones dangling from her shoulders. “Almost like we’re back in Hawkins.”

Steve rolled his eyes at this comment, pulling her in closer so that he could press a kiss against her temple as he led them towards the dugout where only a few of his fellow teammates remained. “At least these kids don’t drive me up the fuckin’ wall,” he snorted. “You know Henderson called the other day just to make fun of the way I run bases?”

She tried to suppress her laugh as he pulled away from her to gather his equipment and he turned to cock an eyebrow at her as he snatched his helmet, tossing his batting gloves and fielding glove inside it when she let a giggle slip through the cracks of her lips. “What?” He watched as she crossed an arm over her chest and propped her opposite elbow against it, hiding her smile behind her knuckles. She shook her head, “nothing, nothing.”

Steve pressed his lips together in a pout and stood back up, a hand on his hip. “You think the way I run bases is funny too, don’t you?” He used his helmet to gesture over to where she stood, scoffing in disbelief when she broke into laughter, trying her best to hide it behind her hand. “I can’t believe you.”

One of his teammates strolled up, reaching past Steve to grab his bat, using his other hand to clasp his shoulder. “If it makes you feel any better buddy, we all think you run bases funny,” he spoke with a grin and she erupted in laughter again as Steve used his glove to smack him against his shoulder.

“Oh, fuck off Kev,” he grumbled as he plopped down on the bench, prying his cleats off his feet. She giggled as she shuffled between his legs, cupping his face and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “It’s okay, babe. On the bright side, your ass still looks ridiculously good in those pants,” she tittered and he rolled his eyes, playfully pushing her face away as he slipped on his slides.

“Whatever. You can talk to me once you’ve stopped taking Henderson’s side,” Steve rolled his eyes as he gathered the rest of his things and she followed him down the steps leading into the locker room, her hands in her back pockets. She gazed down at her feet, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth, contemplating what she said next.

“You know… kinda miss that kid,” she said softly and Steve furrowed a brow, peeking at her from over his shoulder. “Are we talking about the same Henderson right now?” He asked and she chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s just… you know, it’s been awhile since we’ve seen him. And everybody. And… Hawkins…”

“We went back for Christmas, remember?” She pressed her lips together and felt her face fell, wrapping her arms around herself, shrugging. “Yeah, I know but I mean… it was just an overnight trip and that was months ago…” She trailed off, stopping in her tracks when Steve’s name permeated the corridor and she turned to face the source of the voice.

“Coach,” Steve acknowledged the Head Coach of the Phillies, taking the older man’s hand when he outstretched it for him to shake. “The man of the hour!” Coach exclaimed before glancing behind Steve where she stood, nodding his head in acknowledgment. “Always good to see you, Mrs. Harrington,” he greeted and she nodded back, a shy smile on her face as she weakly waved. “You wouldn’t mind if I stole your husband for a quick minute, would you?”

Steve blinked back at her, a slight furrow still in his brow but she waved him off anyway. “As long as you promise to bring him back,” her laugh came out as more of a breath, but the coach chuckled anyway, leading Steve away towards his office. She stood alone in the empty hallway leading to the Phillies locker room, arms wrapped around herself, her heart pounding and mind racing.

She wasn’t sure what she was hoping would come out of confessing to Steve how homesick she felt. It wasn’t his fault they hardly ever had the time to visit— Major League Baseball was his career, traveling and moving one place to another was just part of it.

But still, she couldn’t resist the yearn she felt for something more… stable. For a place she could call home, for a place she could stay. Hawkins was home to her— it always, always was. Even after all the strange things she and Steve had experienced in the small town in Indiana, she still felt connected to the place, still had threads tying her down in its roots. It was where she grew up, where she had friends, where she had family.

But she wasn’t sure how Steve would feel about that.

“Harrington leave you all alone?”

She turned to the source of the voice and there stood Matt, one of Steve’s teammates, big and burly as ever with his arms crossed and his baseball bag hanging from one of his shoulders. She forced a smile, “Coach needed to see him in his office. Maybe he’s in trouble.”

Matt rolled his eyes at this, “yeah right, like Star Boy is gonna get in trouble,” he scoffed. “You know, rumor has it Boston’s interested in him.”

She blinked. “Boston?” Steve had never mentioned this to her before, of course she knew his contract with the Phillies was about to expire, but surely he would’ve told her if he’d gotten any other calls? Was he keeping this from her?

Matt lifted his baseball cap to scratch at his scalp, his brow furrowed, lips turned in confusion. “You didn’t know?” He asked, and she shook her head. “No… No, I didn’t.”

As if her mind wasn’t already racing before, it was practically a typhoon now. Surely this was all a misunderstanding? Perhaps he was in the Head Coach’s office right now working out a new deal to renew his contract, maybe there was nothing to worry about after all. Because Steve would’ve told her about something like this, right?

“Anyway, surely you have nothing to worry about,” Matt tittered as he sauntered past. “No matter where he ends up, he’ll be making a shit ton of more money than I’ll ever make in a lifetime, so what the hell do I care where he goes?”

She blinked as Matt said his goodbyes and disappeared into the locker room, once again leaving her alone to her thoughts. It wasn’t long after that Steve finally reemerged from the Coach’s office, laughing at whatever had been said moments before. The sound of the door closing echoed through the hallway and Steve turned back to face her where she stood, gesturing with his head to the locker room.

“I’m gonna go get changed, be back in a minute,” he said, turning around before she had the chance to even open her mouth, disappearing inside the locker room. And the whole time she stood in that empty hallway alone, all she could think of was Boston and how much further away from home— Hawkins— it was.

She told him when he got drafted in the major leagues that she’d follow him anywhere he went— and she still stood by that. But was it so wrong for her to long for home, to miss her family, her friends? Was it so wrong to just wish for a week, even a weekend to go back and visit her loved ones?

And why was she so nervous to ask Steve about it?

Steve had never been too fond of Hawkins. Perhaps, years of dealing with alternate reality monsters and scary Russian men will do that for you. But she knew Steve loathed Hawkins for another reason— his parents. His parents that were never there, his parents that never cared to show up to a high school basketball game, baseball games, even his own graduation. His parents that never even bothered to be there, who always had something better to do than be at home with their son.

Hawkins was where he grew up, Hawkins was a constant reminder of how unwanted he used to be. So of course he’d gotten out of there the first chance he got, of course he’d brush her off every time she wanted to go back, of course their time to visit was reduced down to a simple overnight stay over Christmas.

Hawkins would never be home to Steve Harrington, and sometimes she feared he failed to acknowledge that it was quite the opposite for her.

“Ready to go?” His voice broke her thoughts and she blinked up at him, now wearing sweats and a plain white tee, his hair messy and unkempt atop his head. He spun the keys to his old BMW around his pinky finger, pinching his lip between his teeth as he approached, using his free arm to sling around her shoulders. “Everything okay?” He asked, giving her a fleeting squeeze and pressing a kiss to her hair.

She wanted nothing more than to question him, ask him what the quick little meeting with his coach was about, ask him what she was hearing about being traded to the Red Sox, whether or not he’d been hiding it from her, and if he was considering taking them up on whatever they offered him. But not here— it could wait for the car.

“Yeah, yeah,” she nodded, letting him lead her towards the exit. The night air in Philadelphia had a bit of a chill and she shivered when Steve opened the door leading to the players’ parking lot, the old BMW he’s had since high school waiting for them beneath the lamppost light. She clutched the strap of her purse as they made their way towards the car, worrying her lip between her teeth.

Steve glanced up at her over the top of his car as she circled around to the passenger’s side, swinging open the door and slipping inside. He watched as she buckled in her seat belt while he turned the keys in the ignition, her fingers dropping in her lap as she stared out the window.

“You sure everything’s okay?” He asked again, reaching over to brush his fingers against her knuckles. She turned to face him, face void of expression as their eyes surged into one another. Something was wrong, Steve could feel it.

“What was all that about?” She questioned. “You know, with your coach and all that.” Steve pulled his fingers away and leaned back into his seat, searching the steering wheel as he tried to string together what to say next. She watched as he scratched at his chin, outstretching his palm, “he wanted to discuss my contract,” he replied. “Since it’s expiring soon.”

She nodded, pressing her lips together in an attempt to still her beating heart. Steve rolled his tongue against his cheek, unsure of what to say next, and when it was clear he wasn’t going to elaborate any further, she drew in a shaky breath, gazing out the windshield. “I heard from Matt that Boston is interested in you.”

Steve blinked, his lips pressed in a firm, thin line as he grew silent, gripping the steering wheel with one hand and turning the keys in the ignition with the other. The car roared to life and Steve said nothing as he turned to gaze out the back windshield to pull out of his parking space. Silence was thick in the air as he drove out of the parking lot, a lump forming in her throat and the tension was hot, a heavy weight on either of their chests.

“Why are you not talking to me?” She finally asked, glancing over to where he sat, jaw clenched, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping it. “Why didn’t you tell me about Boston?” She questioned, fiddling with her fingers in her lap. Steve ran a hand through his hair, “the call only came in a few days ago.”

Her stomach flipped at the admission and she turned, brow furrowed in disbelief. “You got the call a few days ago and didn’t think to tell me about it?” It was hard to hide her agitation now. “What happened to… to talking to each other, Steve? Don’t you think I would’ve liked to have known about something like this?”

Steve tapped the pad of his thumb against the top of the steering wheel, propping his other arm against the window, cupping his chin in his palm. “I didn’t know how to tell you,” he replied. “I know how much you hate traveling and I didn’t know how to bring it up and—“

“Steve, I… don’t hate traveling,” she interrupted, crossing her arms over her chest, scoffing as if it was the most ridiculous thing she’d ever heard. “I told you early on that I have no issue following you anywhere you go, and I still stand by that. What I have an issue with is you, number one: not telling me any of this crap and number two: brushing me off when I tell you that I want to go home. Why can’t we go somewhere for me for once? You have off days, but we spend them doing what you want, never what I want.” Her words were pouring out of her but at this point, she couldn’t make them stop.

Months upon months of her frustrations that had been pushed to the side to rest were now forcing their way to the frontlines, and she realized now that she wanted to be heard. She didn’t want to be pushed to the sidelines anymore, she didn’t want to keep everything to herself anymore, she just wanted to be seen. She wanted everything she’d spent energy burying to be recognized, she wanted Steve to acknowledge her.

“Can we… not do this tonight?” Steve said at last, wiping his brow in vexation and gripping the steering wheel with a two hand feel. “I’m tired, you’re tired, so can we please just chill out and talk about this in the morning?” She gnawed at the flesh of the inside of his cheek, “no, Steve,” she spoke firmly, her tone as stern as it could get to let him know that she wouldn’t be cowering away this time. “I’m not tired. Don’t tell me to chill out whenever you don’t feel like listening. I’m not going to let you push me to the side this time,” she said just as the car rolled to a halt in front of a stoplight.

“I’m not pushing you to the side!” His voice has raised this time, but still, she had no intention of backing down. “Honestly, you’re sounding so selfish right now,” he muttered, shaking his head and gazing out the window to his side, keen on looking anywhere but at her.

She blinked, clearly taken aback. “I’m being the selfish one?” She scoffed, pointing a finger to her chest. “You won’t even listen to me. You won’t even talk to me.” Steve didn’t reply as the light turned green, making it clear he didn’t want to argue any further, only adding more coal to her fire.

She dropped her head, feeling the bitter sting of tears in her eyes that she desperately tried to lock away, sinking her teeth further into the plush of her lip to help keep them from falling. Feeling unheard was probably the worst feeling she’d ever felt in the world, it felt as if she were drowning, meters below the ocean, her screams falling onto deaf ears. All she could see for miles was darkness and she was falling deeper and deeper into an abyss of black.

Steve was usually her lifeline but now, he was further and further away, and she was sinking deeper and deeper…

“So what is it then?” She said at last, turning her head to glimpse over to where he sat, her voice cutting through her throat like a knife. “We’re just gonna move to Boston— which is even further away from Hawkins, by the way— and everything will just be okay? We’re just gonna forget about our friends and family and throw away everything I want to do just so I can be King Steve’s good, obedient little wife?” She hissed, and Steve turned to face her now as he pulled into the parking lot of their luxury apartment building, eyebrows knit together in frustration.

“We spend all your off days doing whatever the hell you want, why can’t we take a weekend or something to go back home and see everyone?” She pressed further. “I miss them. I miss Nancy, Jonathan, Dustin, Max, El, Robin— Robin’s your fucking best friend and you’ve only seen her once in the past year. You can’t even stay on the phone with her for more than ten minutes now.”

“Because I’m fucking busy trying to give us a future!” Steve practically roared, his voice like a crack of thunder, even making her tremble where she sat. She recoiled and pressed her lips together, blinking. “I’ve been working almost every single fucking day to provide for us, to provide for you. You tell me you understand that this is my career, that traveling and press conferences and practices and brand deals and all that other shit is just a part of it. But then you sit here and bitch at me for it, complaining that I’m not listening, that I’m being selfish when all I fucking do everyday is work so you can be comfortable!”

Her vision glossed over with the haze of tears again and she blinked, sniffing. “You’re missing the point, Steve. I never asked for you to give up your career. I never asked for you to take time off for me. I asked you to hear me. I asked that we use the time that you’re off to go back home,” she replied softly, her tone void of the firmness she held before. Steve didn’t dare look at her, eyes narrowed as he stared straight ahead through the windshield, hands still tight around the steering wheel.

“Then what the hell’s stopping you from just leaving?” He asked, voice dropping to a hoarse whisper, and she blinked, sure that tears were falling now. “So that’s your answer?” She grimaced at her own voice, watery and threatening to break. “You’re just going to push me away? Tell me to leave?”

Steve closed his eyes, his chest heaving with a sigh as he leaned back in his seat, resting his head against the headrest. A moment of silence dangled between the two, neither seeming to know how to break it. One hand dropped to his lap and the other rose to his forehead, the bridge of his nose pinched between his thumb and forefinger. She sniffed and wiped the tears from her wet and sticky cheeks, pressing her lips together as she shook her head, gazing at the parking lot outside the window. The city was alive and noisy at this time of night, its light polluting the night sky and ceiling away the stars.

This wasn’t what she had grown up to know. Even still, the city was still foreign to her. She missed the quiet of a small town, missed looking up at the night sky and seeing the stars twinkling down at her. She just missed home.

But what was Hawkins without Steve in it too?

“I don’t…” Steve began, blinking up at the ceiling of his car. “…I don’t know what to do.”

She glanced over at him, her arms crossed over her stomach, her fingernails scratching lines into her skin. She looked at Steve now and saw someone she hadn’t seen in awhile, not since they lived in Hawkins.

Steve looked lost.

“I don’t know what the right thing to do is anymore,” he breathed a laugh at himself, flattening his palm against his eyes and shaking his head again. “I just feel like I’m letting you down no matter what I do.”

She furrowed her brows together and turned in her seat until her back was against the door, her left leg bent and leaning against the back of her seat. “Steve, you’re not… you’re not letting me down,” she replied in a soft murmur. “But it hurts me when you don’t listen to me. I never try to push you too hard or stop you from doing what you love to do,” her lips curved into a small smile. “And it makes me so happy to watch you play baseball. Because you just look so… peaceful. You look happy. Even if you do look funny running the bases.”

Steve snorted at this, turning his head to the side to face her. “For awhile there, you weren’t happy,” she could feel her voice begin to crack, more tears glossing her vision, her voice thick with emotion. “I know you weren’t happy back in Hawkins,” she continued. “Just like you know I used to not be happy back then either.”

Steve sniffed, his eyes dropping to her fingers where they rested in her lap, and he watched as she leaned closer towards him, her fingers finding his. He shuddered when their skin met, already melting into her touch, squeezing her fingers tighter when they laced together with his. His molars sunk down into the flesh of the inside of his cheek, trying to maintain his own composure.

“But Hawkins is home to me,” she murmured. “Hawkins is where our story began. It’s where we both grew up, it’s where we found each other. And I’ll always be grateful to Hawkins for that.”

Steve let his fleeting gaze linger on their hands for a moment before her other hand pushed against his chin, leading his eyes back home, back to her. “Even with everything we went through there, we made so many memories,” she chuckled. “Like the first time you took me on a date and you pulled up to my house and my dad…”

Steve’s lips curved into a smile and parted in a laugh, “he grilled me.” She laughed along, nodding. “I still remember how nervous you were to even hold hands with me, like my dad was waiting around the corner or something.”

“He can be really intimidating.”

“No shit,” she chuckled, leaning the side of her head into the passenger seat’s headrest. “And I remember our first kiss…”

Steve let the pad of his thumb soothe over the smooth skin on the back of her hand as he recalled the memory, the image of her standing in front of him, looking up at him with those beautiful eyes he fell in love with, wearing that ridiculously pretty baby blue dress he still secretly wished she would wear more often. He could remember how nervous he was, how he felt like his heart was going to either burst out of his chest or he was going to shit it out. He remembered wondering how a girl so perfect could ever want to be with him, how insecure he felt about himself, whether or not he was a shitty boyfriend.

All of it melted away when she fluttered her eyes closed and began to lean in and he, too, began to fall in closer…

“Yeah,” Steve sighed his reply, and she smiled warmly. “So you see now why I want to go back so bad?” She asked. “Hawkins was where our story started. Hawkins will always be home to me.”

Steve drew in a deep breath and nodded, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth. “Yeah,” he said. “But I still don’t know what to do about Boston.”

She glanced down to their joined hands, her free hand soothing up and down his arm. When she looked back up, Steve’s face was contorted in thought, eyebrows knit together, eyes unfocused and lips pressed together. She gave his hand a squeeze, “do you want to go to Boston?”

He blinked and peered over at her where she sat, waiting for a reply. Her face was void of all frustration from before, expression warm, inviting. How could he have ever taken her for granted?

Steve gave a short nod, “I think so.”

Her lips grew into a grin, “then we’re going to Boston.”

Steve’s face softened but a wrinkle in his brow still remained. “And you’re… okay with that?” He asked, and she nodded. “As long as we can do things I want too. I just want to dedicate some off time to going back home. I want to see everybody. I miss all our friends. I miss my dad.”

Steve nodded, giving her hand a squeeze, “okay.”

She nodded back and pushed herself from her sitting position, leaning over the console until their faces were close, their lips a whisper away from one another. “Okay,” she whispered against his lips and Steve gazed up at her, his deep, brown irises melting into hers. His gaze fleeted down to her lips as he reached a hand around to cup the back of her head, pulling her mouth down onto his.

His lips were soft and she melted into them as if they were a pillow. Steve kissed her with an urgent, tender need, like his tongue was telling her a million sorrys he couldn’t relay in words. She moaned into his mouth when he squeezed her hip with the hand not tangled in her hair and she climbed her way over the console and onto his lap, her hands on either of his cheeks, the firestorm on her skin erupting into a volcano, hot magma pouring over her and pooling onto him.

His kisses trailed down her chin to the underside of her jaw, her fingers inching their way to his hair, giving the roots a tug when he sucked a mark there. Her lips fell apart in a gasp at the feeling of his teeth ghosting over her flesh, teasing a bite on the sensitive part of her neck. “Steve,” she mewled as his hands felt up her waist, to her stomach, and around to the buttons of her jersey.

“I don’t deserve you,” he murmured against her lips when his kisses found their way back to her mouth, his fingers working at the buttons of her jersey. “I’m an asshole,” he mumbled as he pushed her now fully opened shirt down her arms, his mouth hot when they found her one of her erect nipples and she threw her head back, squeezing the roots of his tendrils tighter.

“Mm mm,” she shook her head as he swirled his tongue around her peaked bud, staring up at her through a hooded gaze as he sucked. “You’re… not!” She arched her back and moaned when he released her breast with a pop, trailing kisses between the valley of her tits to ravage the other. “Not an… asshole.”

His smile was a crescent against her skin as he worked at the other and she pressed her lips together in a whimper, feeling heat pool between her legs, her core clenching when she ground her hips down into his erection. “Stevie,” she panted when he released her breast, kissing her collarbone until he could make out dark marks in her skin. “Hmm?” He hummed against her flesh, glancing up at her.

She ground her hips down into him once again, causing him to groan and buck his own up into her. She gasped at this, feeling tears sting her eyes before streaming down her cheeks. “I just… I just wanna feel you,” she managed to breathe out, her teeth pinching her bottom lip hard enough that she nearly drew blood. “Just want you inside me.”

Steve probably could’ve come from just her voice alone. His cock was aching and throbbing in his sweats and he tapped the underside of her thighs to tell her to sit up. She mewled as she rose off his lap, allowing them both to strip themselves from their pants and underwear.

Their eyes surged into one another as Steve’s middle and pointer finger traced a line down her center, his palm flush with her clit, her lids fluttering closed and a cry erupting from her throat and permeating the small space of his car. “You’re dripping for me, baby,” Steve purred, using his other hand to wipe the tears from her cheeks, the pad of his thumb soothing over her closed eyelids. “You always get so wet for me,” he praised, drawing her face closer to his to pepper kisses all over her cheeks. “You’re always such a good girl for me. Always make me so proud.”

“Stevie,” she mewled, voice dripping with need from his words. His fingers still worked back and forth over her slit, the tips teasing her clit and every so often, her entrance. “Yeah baby?” He cooed, nuzzling the bridge of his nose against the underside of her jaw. She whimpered again, “just need you inside. Please.”

Neither of them could care any less that anyone could easily be watching them right now, all they cared about was each other. All Steve wanted to do right now was take care of his girl, to make sure she felt wanted, needed, heard.

So he wasted no time in grabbing a hold of the base of his cock, hissing between his teeth at the sight of her cunt just dripping, aching to be filled. He gazed back up at her and reached for her face, cupping her cheek with one hand and kneading the flesh of her hip with the other. “Look at me,” he whispered, waiting until her eyelids fluttered back open and he could stare into his gorgeous irises of hers. “You ready?” He asked with a little nod, and when she nodded back almost immediately, he guided her down into his lap with the hand on her hip, his lips falling agape, a deep, guttural groan bellowing from his throat.

She cried as he slowly pushed himself all the way in until she was fully seated in his lap, crystals of tears resting on her eyelashes. Even after all these years, she couldn’t believe how big he was, how every inch seemed to fill her up in the most perfect way, leaving no part of her untouched.

And Steve couldn’t believe how tight she still was. She always squeezed him in just the right way, her pussy always seeming eager to milk him, and he always seemed to be near spent even when they had just started.

“Ready to move?” He murmured close to her ear and she nodded, lifting her hips gently before setting her pace, either of his hands now on her waist, guiding her up and down his cock. The windows had since fogged up, the lights outside nothing more than white and orange dots, like watercolors. She managed to peel her eyes open enough to peer down at him, her lips finding his, their moans muffled against each other.

“I love you,” Steve purred against her mouth, his breath hot and making liquid of her insides. She felt her heart skip a beat when he said this, as if it were the first time she’d ever heard him say it. It was like this with everything with Steve. He made every touch, every kiss, every ‘I love you,’ every everything feel like the first time.

And that’s what she loved most about him.

“I…” she gasped at a particular deep thrust, rivers of tears streaming down her cheeks. “…oh God! I love you too!”

Her palms ventured down the chest of his t-shirt until they reached the hem, tugging at it to signal that she wanted it off. Steve wasted no time in reaching down to pull it up and over his head, her hips still rocking back and forth on his cock as he discarded it somewhere behind him, his hands cupping either of her elbows and drawing her mouth back onto his.

She was so dangerously close to the edge, Steve was so dangerously close to the edge. It was enough to make her cry out, to wrap her arms around Steve’s head and hug him close to her chest. “Gonna… fuck! Gonna come baby?” Steve groaned as he thrusted up into her, meeting her hips in rhythm with her rocking. She nodded, unable to speak as a spark trailed down her stomach until it erupted in flame at her center, white light flashing behind her eyelids as she exploded, a blissful heat ripping through her.

Steve’s hands cradled the small of her back as she struggled to catch her breath, letting him pound her through her orgasm until he too let himself go, spurts of his seed spilling somewhere deep inside her, painting her cervix like it was his canvas.

He held her tighter as she trembled, panting and chasing air back into her lungs, aftershocks rumbling through her as he slowed his hips before pulling out altogether, making sure his hands were there to catch her before she fell.

His palm cracked the back of her head to his chest, their pants slowly dwindling down to soft breaths, their skin melting into each other until they became one. His thumb soothed over her shoulder blade, his other arm wrapped around her waist, ensuring neither he nor she were going anywhere.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered close to her ear, his breath hot as it rolled over her skin. “And I’m sorry. I promise I’ll hear you out from now on. You shouldn’t feel like you’re being silenced around me.”

He could feel her smile against the curve of his shoulder, her lips pressing a soft kiss to his skin. His lips curled into their own smile. “Thank you,” she murmured against his flesh. “Can we just stay here like this for a minute?”

He hummed into her hair, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Mhm,” he hummed, resting his cheek against their head and letting his eyelids flutter closed. “I’m not going anywhere.”

a/n; i have literally been wanting to write an mlb player steve au for the longest time and i just never have gotten around to it 😭 i'm not sure if any of you know this, but i used to play softball, started playing when i was 8 years old all the way up until my senior year of high school, so softball/baseball has pretty much always been a big part of my life and LAWD can you just imagine steve as a major leaguer 😍 anyways, its been awhile since i've posted anything steve related and i'm so sorry for that! but i hope you all enjoy this one! it turned out to be a lot longer than i initially expected it to lol (ps, i definitely wouldn’t mind writing more for major leaguer steve in the future 👀)

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Loving You is Easy (Demi)

prompt: my baby 🥺 mlb!harry’s exploration of his sexuality and coming out.

word count: 14.3k 🥲

warnings: topics of sexuality, identify issues, bullying, toxic masculinity, smut - 18+ minors dni

Take The Hint takes place in the middle of this fic & so you might want to reread first or when Harry starts to mention YN.

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Assumptions.

That’s what Harry’s life has been based upon since he was in little league because of his perceived dominance and masculinity.

It happened nearly every game, he’d always draw attention because of his skill.

Even at such a young age - as soon as he could bat without the tee to hold the ball, people knew that he was something special.

Women would pinch his cheek and tell his mother to watch out because he was going to be a heartbreaker with the ladies - men would chuckle and joke that they were going to have to hide their daughters from him.

It doesn’t get any better as he grows up, it actually gets worse.

The more notoriety he garners, more attention and not just based on his athletic abilities, his looks landed him almost just as much.

He was good-looking and had above average athleticism, he was irresistible for people to leave alone.

He can’t count the number of times that men have asked him how many girls he had fucked that week because he just had to be getting it all the time.

In all this time of feeling wanted, Harry had never felt more alone.

He felt like there was something wrong with him.

There had to be - because he wasn’t living up to any expectations that society has set for him and had made abundantly clear since he was young.

He was meant to have a girl on his arm, who had to be the societal standard of beautiful who would follow him like a puppy.

Since he was a young teenager, always playing on baseball teams much higher than his age level - coaches and scouts knew that he was destined for the major leagues and it was just a matter of time before they snatched him up.

Girls in high school would swoon over his chiseled jaw, the way his biceps flexed, and the baseball bleachers were riddled with gaggles of giggly girls watching him practice on the pitch.

He didn’t have a break, there wasn’t a day of practice that didn’t go by where girls weren’t coming to watch him as he played.

It was supposed to be flattering but to Harry, it was just frustrating to constantly have all these girls gawking after him when he wasn’t interested.

Harry knew that he should be enjoying all the attention from the female gaze, at least, that’s what he thinks because of how often people are making assumptions about his private life.

But that’s all these things were…

Assumptions.

Harry didn’t care about girls or dating in middle school, never really gave it another thought when he never developed any crushes on the pretty peers who were very much interested in him.

It wasn’t until high school that he realized that there was something wrong with him or so he thought that he wasn’t normal like the other kids.

Harry began to realize that he didn’t have the same interests and urges as his friends who were constantly drooling over girls in short skirts or commenting on their appearances.

He could look at a girl and think she’s pretty but he didn’t have some deep primal urge to ask her over his house so he could get his rocks off like his friends did.

It only became an issue when his so-called friends started teasing him about his lack of social life with the ladies.

They would ask him if he was gay or asexual, asked him if he was still a virgin with all the date offers he gets.

He didn’t know what he was - he didn’t know if he was gay or asexual, he wanted to have sex but he didn’t just want it to be random.

Harry now realizes it wasn’t harmless teasing, not with how much emotional damage it had on his psyche to constantly be questioned about his sexuality.

He hadn’t known what he was.

It had been a late night practice and everyone was talking about the upcoming prom dance.

“Who are you taking, Styles?” Cody, one of his teammates asks as he packs up his bag with his equipment.

“Er, not sure,” Harry shrugs, attempting to come off nonchalant and unbothered by the question - despite how cocky he appeared, he was the furthest thing from confident internally about the topic.

“Come on! I know Lana and Jessie already asked you and they’re the hottest girls in the school! Lana’s tits are massive,” Seth chimes in, offended that Harry would have the nerve to turn down the girls of his teenage dreams.

Harry feels his face get hot because he knows what this is going to turn into very quickly - as it always did.

“Is it because you’re taking your boyfriend? Or yourself? Your hand can’t be your only date forever!” Cody crows, Harry’s hackle standing up at the jab and he feels himself getting hot.

“Mind your own fucking business,” Harry huffs out instead, swinging his pack over his shoulder and turning on his heel to leave.

“You know for how good you are at baseball, nobody would know you’re a virgin. Great in the field, a dud in the sheets,” Conner can’t help but add in, all the boys were chuckling as they changed.

Harry is still trying to be the bigger person by continuing to walk away but when Seth snickers, “Y’know what I think? He’s so good at baseball because he’s making up for his small dick.’

Everyone has a breaking point.

They had managed to get Harry to hit his, which was an accomplishment but the subject of his sexuality had become more and more tender over the past few months as he really started to understand his dilemma.

Harry drops his bag at his feet, storming towards Seth with his fist coming up, raised and about to swing when their coach appears to stop anything from happening.

Seth is frowning with his hands up in surrender, eyes wide as he realizes Harry was actually mad, “I was just joking around with you. Take a fucking joke.”

“The only joke in this locker room is your baseball abilities,” Harry snarls back, it was quite the insult coming from their captain and Seth's face drops even more than before.

“Styles, hit the road,” Coach Greggs orders, pointing towards the exit of the lock room with a serious expression - disappointment in his star player’s behavior.

When Harry gets home, he bypasses his mum and sister without even a hello before he’s running upstairs to his room and slamming the door shut.

He hates feeling like this.

Like he didn’t even know who he was.

How difficult could it be to figure out what or who you’re attracted to?

He was trying to convince himself he wasn’t broken, he knew all his body parts worked, it wasn’t anything but pure mental blockage.

Thinking about having someone lay next to him in his bed, they’re kissing, taking off clothes - Harry likes the idea of that.

However, it’s not just anyone, it’s not a random hookup.

He imagines it being someone he’s in love with, he’s so fucking fond of, and they know each other so intimately - its just them in their little world, no one else had this experience but them together.

But that doesn’t make any sense.

That’s not a thing.

Harry always felt normal beside this but this was major.

This was detrimental that he figured out what his issue was or he would never have a partner, get married, have kids.

Sure, he'd probably be a successful baseball player but may be the oldest virgin on this earth if he didn't shake this feeling.

Harry decides that same night that he's going to go against his instincts and just ask a girl to the dance - maybe once he put himself out there it will change.

And as Harry was thinking about it, he wouldn't necessarily be against asking a boy either but he's not sure he's ready to explore that idea right now.

He didn't feel excited at the aspect of having a date but instead just a sad relief that his teammates won't bother him anymore.

It felt lonely and isolating.

Harry brings flowers the next day, he knows which girl he wants to ask, Yazmin - he knew she had a crush on him and she was nice, not overly concerned with what others thought of her.

The other reason he is choosing her is because she is one of the many who had made it extremely obvious that she would instantly say yes to him if he asked and he was really not trying to get rejected either.

He feels bad he's not very enthusiastic when she accepts and draws him into a massive hug with her face buried in his neck.

To avoid coming off as rude, he hugs her back until it becomes too much for him and he's pulling back with a forced smile.

The lunchroom is filled with envious glares from other girls who had either been dropping hints to Harry that they wanted to go with him or they'd be too nervous to be forward and are boiling with envy.

Yazmin begins to talk about colors, her dress, everything that people should be looking forward to for the event.

Harry...well, he was just hoping that after he asked her and she accepted that he would feel something, anything towards her whether it was a bit of fondness or admiration.

There wasn’t a question that she was pretty, her long thick black curls that fell down her back, her warm brown eyes, and wide smile.

But there was nothing, absolutely nothing that was attracting him to her at this moment as she babbled on about cool versus warm tones.

After baseball practice, he wanders in to his mum and sister sitting at the dinner table - just beginning their meal as they chat.

When he drops his backpack and duffle bag near the entryway and joins them - he's tired from all the drills and doesn't say anything more than 'hi' as he begins digging in.

"Mrs. Fields told me today that you asked Yazmin to the dance," Anne smiles with bright eyes, she was proud that he was putting himself out there - she worried about him.

Harry feels his stomach churn, he's short when he replies, not looking up from his plate, "Yeah."

"I'm so happy for you, this is going to be so exciting," Anne says before taking a sip of her tea and patting his hand.

"She's pretty too," Gemma adds to the conversation, "I think you guys are going to make a cute couple."

"I'm not dating her," Harry says sharply, using a bit more force to stab at his vegetables, "It's just an invite to a stupid dance. That's it."

"I know, dear. It's just that we haven’t seen you interested in any girls at your school and I want you to enjoy your high school experience-"

"Can I not enjoy high school without a girlfriend? Is me not being not a star athlete enough?" Harry is getting loud which isn't like him to every raise his voice at his mother, "Why does everyone fucking care? I just want to be left the fuck alone about it!"

With that, Harry is slamming down his silverware, snatching his backpack off the floor, and storming up to his room with the door shutting and the lock being flicked.

Harry doesn't come out of his room that night and refuses to speak more than a few words to them through the door.

The next morning when Harry comes down for school, dressed and ready to go, Anne tries to smooth over the situation.

She didn't know what was going on with her son and that was a new uncomfortable feeling for her - usually he was open about everything with her.

Anne didn't know what she said that had triggered the response he'd given and despite how much she wanted to talk to him about it, she knew that she shouldn't force him.

"Harry," Anne speaks up when he steps into the kitchen to make his morning protein drink, " I want to talk about last night."

"There's nothing to talk about, s'fine," He brushes off stiffly as he reaches for one of his shaker bottles and container of protein mix.

"There is. I clearly upset you last night," Anne's voice is soft and cautious, "I'm sorry. I love no matter if you want to date or not, I'm proud and excited for you no ma-"

"There's nothing wrong with me!" Harry bites back as he tries to scoop out the powder, hands shaking with some strong emotion, and it spills onto the countertop.

"I didn't say there was," Anne furrows her brow, she felt like they were on two difficult wavelengths and not really speaking the same language - having two different conversations.

"Shouldn't everyone care that I'm lined up to go pro or that with all this training, I still get straight A's," Harry scoffs as he pours the water and shakes it harshly, "Why is everyone so focused on who I'm going to sleep with?"

And with that, he's grabbing his stuff and leaving the house - Anne stunned as she sits at the breakfast nook unsure of how an innocent conversation at dinner has led to an ongoing tense back and forth with her son.

Yazmin is all over him and Harry is quickly realizing that him inviting her to the dance was also interpreted as him asking her to be his girlfriend.

But when she sat down next to him at lunch, her hand moving to intertwine with his - he didn't push her off but instead could only think about the whole lunch period about how he didn't want to be holding hands with her.

However, he noticed that all of his friends had their girlfriends cuddled up on them too and seemed to enjoy it when their girl curled into them or kissed their cheeks.

He played along.

In the locker room, after practice, well Harry wishes he could skip changing and go home because he was starting to not enjoy this time around his teammates.

"Yazmin, man," Hunter laughs as he sits on the bench to kick off his cleats, "It's no surprise you wait until the last minute to ask a girl out and you pick the hottest girl at school."

Harry shrugs as he shoves his jersey into his duffle, shoulders already tensing because of the conversation topic, "Yeah, she's nice.”

"Nice? You mean has nice tits," Luke adds and the other boys howl loudly as they mock breasts with their hands coming up their chests, "She's got huge ones. Let me know how they look when you get her topless."

Harry shakes his head, face turned away towards his locker- even though his teammates are being pigs, he wishes he could relate in a way.

He hadn't even looked at her chest or maybe he had but it didn't elicit any type of sexual response that made him want to get her naked.

It seemed like every other guy in the room had the identical response except him - normal teenage boys cared about boobs, really no matter who they belonged to.

"Yeah, I saw Casey's pair last night," Josh adds with a cocky smirk, "Let me touch 'em and everything."

Luckily, that conversation distracts the boys enough to lay off of Harry - now to focused on Josh's experience with his girlfriend.

They don't even notice when he slips out the door to head home as they all joke around and share stories.

Life was just..

Harry was miserable.

He dreaded going to school because of all the eyes on him, the fact that Yazmin wanted to be with him every free second, or his friends who were always talking about something girl or sex-related.

At practice, he got hounded by his teammates about the same things everyday and had to hear tales that he didn't assimilate to in the slightest.

At home, he was now in this weird limbo where he knows his mom and sister feel like they're walking on eggshells because of his moodiness that he refuses to talk about.

The ideas of relationship and sex were closing in on him from every angle and he just didn't want to talk about it.

He wished that when he was born someone just smacked a label on his forehead that said 'gay', 'straight', 'asexual', something so that he didn't have to figure this out himself.

Why was it so fucking difficult?

He felt broken, like his brain wasn't functioning correctly because he couldn't even decipher his own thoughts or feelings.

He'd always felt like this in a way but now that he is at the age where people begin to get into relationships and have sex - it's in the forefront of his mind.

He just has to get through the dance with Yazmin, that's it - he at least has to try to see this through with dating her.

Harry knows he's been pulling away from his family too but he doesn't feel like he's able to help it - he can’t explain what’s going on and he doesn’t want to be shunned by them too.

Because he feels like if he talked to them he'll blurt out, "I might not be straight" or "I don't know what's going on with me."

He used to think that he thought about it a lot but ever since he asked Yazmin to the dance - the only time he doesn't think about it is when he's on the field or working out.

Baseball is his only escape.

When all the boys are going out after the game, the weekend before the dance, they were all inviting their girlfriends to join them.

He didn't want to be an asshole so he knew it was only right to invite Yazmin too - he didn't want her to feel left out.

When they're all in the pizza shop, it's nearly ten at night, and they're all still sipping on Coke and eating pizza after winning the game.

Yazmin is sat next to him in the long booth, their thighs smooshed together, and she wraps her arm around his - resting her head on his shoulder.

It's a nice gesture and Harry feels guilty that he wants to push her away so he lets it happen and tries not to think too much about it.

The conversation turns into the afterparty for prom, they were renting a cabin in a nearby state park, and were planning to drink and have a campfire.

Harry had agreed to go but he really hadn't thought of the implications until Harry is driving Yazmin home that night and she seems nervous in the passenger seat.

"Is everything okay?" Harry asks as he navigates out of the pizza's shop's parking lot and towards her house.

"Yeah. It-It's just, are you excited about the dance? You weren't very talkative in there," She points out, she seems a bit disappointed but hides it behind a small smile.

Harry sighs, he doesn't know how to address it, so he lies, "I am excited, really. It's just been crazy with baseball. I'm sorry it didn't seem like I was in there. Just tired, I guess."

Yazmin perks up immediately, "It's okay, I just wanted to check. I'm used to you being really outspoken and talkative so I was just making sure."

Harry moves his hand over to her, resting it on the lower part of her thigh, near her knee, and squeezes, "It's gonna be fun."

"I can't wait for you to see me in my dress," She replies, her smile widened with his touch as she moves to put her hand over his.

"I'm sure you'll be gorgeous," He fake smiles, keeping his eyes on the road, they're nearly to her house and he presses the gas pedal a little harder.

As they pull up, Yazmin takes a deep breath before asking, "Are you going to bring protection to the cabin?"

Harry gives her a puzzled look, confused for a second by what she means by protection and she grimaces when she realizes he's confused.

"Condoms? I'm on birth control but I want to make sure we're being safe," She adds sheepishly, looking down at her hands.

How was she already talking about sex when they haven't even went further than kissing?

He didn't think he'd be expected to get intimate with someone this fast in a relationship.

"Oh, er," Harry stammers, just as embarrassed as her, his throat felt tight," Yeah, I'll definitely bring some. If that's what you uh, if that's what you want to do."

For objectively being the most popular boy in school, it was really quite ironic how backwards he was compared to the other people in his grade.

He was eighteen, everyone already assumes that he lost his virginity by this point, and it shows - he wonders if she can tell.

"I'd like to," Yazmin responds before leaning over to kiss him, she parts her lips and Harry matches her but it doesn't feel as nice as he thinks it's supposed to.

They kiss for a while in the car that night until his lips are puffy and swollen but Harry doesn't even remotely feel a twinge of any arousal.

As he drives home that night, he punches his steering wheel a few times- letting out frustrated screams into the car because he just wants to be like everyone else.

The actual event of prom goes fine.

It's easy smiling for pictures, eating at a fancy restaurant, and then going to the hotel where they all dance around to the music without anything being too serious.

The issue comes when they get to the cabin and everyone is starting to disappear from the campfire up to their own bedrooms with their significant others.

Harry waits as long as possible, until the flames legitimately start to fizzle out - he hadn't even touched any alcohol, neither had Yazmin.

She was getting impatient as she begins to wrap their hands together and kiss at his neck before finally asking, "Ready to go to our room?"

Harry agrees because he can't stay out here forever, he had bought condoms even though he was pretty sure they wouldn't be using them.

He bought them in the hopes that maybe, magically that once his body knew he had the oppurtunity to have sex that he would be interested enough to do so.

When they're up in the bedroom, Yazmin is on him, her lips finding his and kissing like they were that night in the car.

He can tell that she's nervous too but she seems much more excited and eager as she tugs off his shirt and runs her hands over his stomach before going for his athletic shorts.

She kneels down and Harry has to squeeze his eyes shut because when she pulls down his shorts - he's not at all hard.

It doesn't seem to deter her, she leans down to begin to stimulate him, and nothing happens as she does it - it’s not those amazing fireworks that his friends talk about.

He knows there’s a silent tear slipping from his eye when she finally pulls back when she realizes something isn't right.

"I'm sorry," Harry says with the most embarrassment he's ever felt in his life, "I'm- I'm sorry, Yazmin."

Yazmin pulls his shorts back up for him before standing in front of him, she puts her hand to his jaw and says quietly, "Look at me."

Harry blinks his eyes open, trying to hold in his tears as she looks at him with a concerned expression.

"Did I make you uncomfortable? I didn't mean to force you to do -" She begins to apologize profusely, getting upset herself.

It snaps him out of his own mind and his voice is firm when he interrupts her, "Hey, no. No, you didn't do anything wrong, I promise. It's me, you're-you're wonderful and pretty. It-s me."

Yazmin’s face washes with relief as he speaks, she reaches to take his hands but it's more of a friendly gesture.

"Are you..." She trails off, not wanting to make any assumptions about him.

"I don't know," He says honestly, choking up a bit on the words, "I'm really trying to figure it out and I just feel broken. This proves I am."

"You're not broken, Harry," Yazmin smiles as she shakes her head like he’s silly, "You're just figuring it out and that's okay."

"I know you don't owe me anything after all this but I'd really appreciate it if you didn't mention this to anyone," Harry mumbles as he laughs a big self-deprecating.

"My lips are sealed. If anyone asks, we had amazing hot sex," She giggles as she walks over to her bag to pull out pajamas, "Want to watch a movie?"

And his prom night actually wasn't as awful as it started out, Yazmin and him laid in the massive king bed and watched a few older horror movies and made fun of the bad acting.

At some point they drift off to sleep, when they wake up, they're not necessarily cuddled together but Yazmin's arm is slung over his stomach.

He thinks to himself, this isn't too bad, and just that little thought alone makes him feel like he may not be as lost of a cause as he sometimes feels.

Yazmin and him stayed friends after they 'broke up' and she never spoke a word about what happened that night and to her, he'll always be eternally grateful that kind, understanding people exist.

The summer before college, he realized that he needed to actually take the time to explore his sexuality through research instead of continuing a pity party for himself.

He could narrow down that he wasn't entirely straight because the idea of him being in love with someone other than a female didn't sound obscure or unappealing to him.

He didn’t think it mattered who he fell in love with, it wouldn’t be purely based on their gender.

The idea of sex didn't repusle him, he wanted to have sex and he knew that he wasn't asexual.

He wanted to have a partner and have sex.

That's when it stuck with him.

Everytime he thought about having sex with someone, it was a partner, someone he was in a strong romantic relationship with - but he didn't think that was a specific sexuality.

One day, he's watching some reality television show, and when they're introducing the contestants - someone on the screen identifies themselves as demisexual.

He'd never heard that term before and he curiously puts it into the search engine on his phone to figure out the definition.

That's when he reads the definition that changes it all.

"Demisexuality is a sexual orientation in whcih a person feels sexually attracted to someone only after they've developed a close emotion with them."

Harry felt like he was having an epiphany and that the world fell still for a moment - it was like finding the puzzle piece he had been missing for years of his life.

It finally fucking made sense.

It made so much sense that he started crying, full on sobbing as he held his head with disbelief that something clicked.

Anne, who was in the kitchen, making dinner, hears the sniffles and rushes in, concerned when she finds her son crying which was completely out of the norm.

"Harry, honey," Anne coos softly, sitting down next to him and brushing his hair off his forehead before wrapping her arm around his shoulders, "What's gotten you so upset?"

"M'not upset, mom," Harry chuckles as she tries to wipe away some of his tears with the sleeve of her shirt, "I just-, I don't know how you'll react when I tell you."

"Is it bad?" Anne asks worriedl, tugging him in closer like he was still a little boy and not a big, tall athlete that was way larger than her.

"I-I'm, it's about me," Harry stutters, his thoughts now racing for a different reason, this wasn't on how he planned to tell his mother any of this but he didn't want to lie to her either.

He wanted to be himself and he wanted his family to know who he is.

"I've been struggling with, erm, who I am for a really really long time," Harry begins, his eyes glued to his feet, "And I..I finally figured it out."

"I'll love you no matter what you're going to tell me, Harry Edward,” Anne says firmly, tilting his chin so that their eyes meet and he can tell how serious she is.

"I'm pansexul and demisexual," Harry breathes out, saying it into the unvierse for the first time, it felt like a massive weight has been lifted off of his chest, "It means that I am attracted to people regardless of their gender and that I'm only sexually attracted to that person after we established a emotional bond.”

"How long have you known?" Anne asks as she holds him closer.

"I-I've known that I wasn't st-straight for a long time but I-I didn't know what exactly I was until now," Harry stutters out through tears, Anne can't remember the last time she saw her son cry and his face was damp with emotion.

"I am so proud of you," Anne murmurs but her voice was firm and serious, she moves to cup his cheeks until he's making eye contact with her, "So so proud of who you are."

"Y-You're proud of me?" Harry repeats back in a whisper, his heart felt like it was beating fast enough it was going to leap out of his chest.

"Of course I am," She laughs softly, like it was ridiculous that he could think that she wouldn't be filled with pride, "I love you so much. My little boy."

She kisses both of his cheeks before wiping the tears away once more.

Anne isn't expecting it when Harry hugs her tightly, his face tucked into her shoulder as he hides away for a moment.

She rubs his back lightly and just holds him as he sniffles, she hadn't cuddled him like this is so long but he clung to her for a long while as she whispered words of love.

Gemma is the second person that he decides that he needs to come out - he's not as worried about her reaction as his mum but it still wasn't going to be fun for him.

She had gotten home from work and disappeared into her room to most likely working on college homework like she did nearly everyday.

Harry knocks and when she calls for him to come in, he's sheepish as he comes to sit on her bed next to where she has her textbooks splayed out.

"I have something to tell you," Harry starts off after taking a deep inhale of breath, why was he so nervous? It was just Gemma.

But everyone reacts differently, people he think would be supportive of him may not agree with it and give him pushback or worse disown him.

He was nervous because he couldn't lose his sister but he also couldn't stand not living his truth any longer.

"If you took my laptop charger one more time and broke it, I swear to -" She begins with a frown as she closes her book to glare at him.

"No, it's...well," Harry begins to trip over what he wants to say and now maybe isn't the right time, maybe he should think it through more than this, "Forget about it."

Gemma realizes quickly that something isn't right, she reaches out to grab his arm and tug him back down, "What's going on? Is everything okay?"

"I have something that I want to tell you," He reiterates with a sigh, "I just don't know how you'll feel about it."

Harry explains what he had explained earlier to his mother to her, she listens intently and doesn't try to crack any jokes while he's speaking.

After he's done with what he feels like is rambling, he hesitantly looks up to meet her gaze.

"How did you think I would feel?" Is the first thing she asks.

Harry's brow furrows in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"You said you were worried about how I would feel about you telling me," Gemma explains from before he told her.

"Ju-Just that you'd be disappointed in me," Harry hates that he's been crying so much lately but he begins to sniffle.

"Oh, Harry," Gemma titters, swiping her school things off the bed so she can drag him into a hug, just like his mother did, "I would never be disappointed in you for being who you are. I love you. I'm happy that you finally feel like you've figured it out."

"I hope I find someone," Harry chuckles, wiping his face on his hoodie, "I hope I find someone who will understand, that I'll be able to fall in love with and have a normal relationship."

"It will happen," Gemma hums as she pulls back, "Just like with you figuring this out. It won't happen overnight. Now get out, I have to study."

It really doesn't happen overnight or anytime soon.

He will say that getting in to college and knowing his sexuality even if he hadn't been with anyone had let him slip back into the cocky role that he was used to.

Harry had no problem flirting with girls and guys at frat parties to keep up appearances - even though he wasn't interested in sleeping with them.

It kept his teammates from questioning him because when they saw him at parties, giving a girl his million dollar smile and telling her she's cute - they figured he was sleeping with them.

He didn't enjoy going to parties because it was only fun to fake flirt for a little bit before he wanted to leave because people were trying to get him alone in a bedroom.

Luckily, baseball and sponsorships took up a majority of him time so he wasn't expected at many frat celebrations with how rigorous his workouts and training schedule were.

Tonight though, he didn't have an excuse to not come because they had three days off that weekend.

Everyone convinced him to come, it wasn't a bad time really but he couldn't drink because he'd be kicked off the team if he got hit with an underage drinking fine.

(They definitely wouldn't kick their star player off the team but he would be in deep shit and would much rather avoid that.)

Harry had been trying to get to know people on campus, trying to create the emotional attachment that he was searching for but it wasn't easy.

It felt fucking impossible.

He learned very quickly that he couldn 't just will it to magically happen and that he has issues building those bonds with anyone.

There was a girl named Halee who he had been talking to for the past few weeks, they met in one of his statistics classes and he tried to make an effort with her.

He took her out to dinner twice, listened to her talk for ages, and he waited to feel the spark after consistently seeing her for a month.

There was nothing there.

She was at the party tonight, they hadn't gone any further than making out because Harry didn't want to force himself to do that.

Halee manages to get him alone in his frat bedroom later that night, stating that she needed to talk to him alone, and he knows it’s bad that he’s hoping she wants to break up.

But when his bedroom door shut, her lips were on his and she was pushing him back towards the bed - the exact opposite of what he wanted.

When he falls backwards onto his bed, she's crawling on top of him to straddle him, never taking her lips from his as her thighs come onto either side of him.

Harry's hands come to her hips, knowing he should try to enjoy it but also that it was no use despite how hard she grinded her hips into his.

After a few minutes, she pulls back and palms at him - completely expecting to find him hard and ready for her but...nothing.

He's not hard.

Halle gives him a confused look, she'd never had an issue with a college guy’s libido before, and she knew she was attractive.

Harry can feel his face turning red with shame but manages to give her a reasonable lie, "I think it's just because I've drank so much. I'm pretty wasted."

That seems to satisfy her concern because she giggles and drags him back to the party, promising that they can try again when they haven't been drinking so much.

However, he knows that's not going to happen because he fully plans on sending her an 'im sorry, its just not working out' text tomorrow morning.

Harry doesn't stay at the party much longer before he's retreating up to his room and locking the door to shut everyone out.

Sure, he's become more acepting of his own sexuality but it doesn't mean that it doesn't fucking suck that he can't just have a casual hook up.

The fact is the only sexual interactions he's had are where girls are coming onto him, he has to make an excuse or they'll see he's not physically into it which makes everything ten times worse.

Harry feels that sinking feeling coming back that he remembers well from his senior year of high school.

He remembers thinking that because he finally identified what sexuality he was that it was the code to cracking his life long struggle.

He wonders often whether he's truly waiting to meet the right person or if it's just something that is wrong with him.

The fake flirting, turning people down who come onto him, dating people he has no real interest in.

At some point it doesn't feel worth it to try to find his person , he wonders if there just isn't a person for him and that's a really lonely thought.

(Take The Hint) - One Shot

This girl makes him want to scream.

He didn't mean to break her fucking ipad and she has the nerve to run to the school newspaper and write an article about him.

He had apologized when it happened but she hadn't been willing to accept it, that wasn't his fault.

Harry had never had such a critique in a school paper before and he wasn't going to stand for it.

He doesn't know why he feels the need to go back and forth with this journalist from the paper but he can't stay away.

After their back and forths, he finds himself bringing her food a few times to the newspaper's office after he gets done with a long day of training.

Harry's intruigued that this girl doesn't seem to give a fuck about who he is and really hasn't given him the time of day.

But he finds himself looking forward to picking up a sandwich for her so that she can try to refuse it and give him a shy smile when he doesn't take no for an answer.

It sounds a bit dumb, Harry has spent so much of his time worried about finding the right person or building this emotional bond that he fucking misses it when it's right in front of him.

When YN walks out onto the field that day, leans over the fence and connects their lips for the first time - his insides feel like they're going to combust.

His stomach feels warm with excitement, he's eager to kiss her back, he wants to kiss her back and not stop for anything.

When she pulls away, he wants to pull her back, and join their lips again - he's never wanted to do that before.

Then when she asks, "Are you going to ask me out or what?"

Holy fucking hell.

He has never said yes sooner.

Harry was an idiot.

He didn't see that their back and forth over the past few months (even if a few of those were fights) was flirting and building this god damn connection.

It didn't seem like it at the time because in the past, he had to make conscious efforts to build relationships.

It happened naturally with her, he didn't have to think about 'wanting' to kiss her, forcing time together - he wanted to do all those things without having to plan it.

As he's walking back to the frat from practice that night, his mind is racing because he thinks he might have finally done it.

He found his person.

Harry didn't want to give his hopes up but he just hasn't felt like this before - he's had hundreds of opportunities with the smartest, most attractive people and he's never gotten that warm feeling in his stomach around any of them.

He was thinking about the next time he would get to kiss her and really kiss her - it made him feel something new but it was thrilling.

Harry has never felt more nervous in his life, he'd changed his outfit at least five times, and fluffed his hair a hundred more.

It was funny, outside looking in, despite how cocky Harry appeared to everyone - he really wasn't like that at all.

He hoped that YN would like him and he was worried because even though she forgave him, they really didn’t get off on the right foot.

There was another anxious thought bubbling up, what if he's getting too excited and it is another relationship that falls flat.

Harry nearly wants to back out because he doesn't think he can be let down like that again - he just wants to be loved and love someone.

They're set to meet at a small italian restaurant off of campus, Lorenzo's, and Harry arrives first.

Shet not there yet but he's also a few minutes early, he's trying to talk himself out of a nervous breakdown when a group approaches him, a group of middle-aged men who want to talk to the Harry Styles.

Harry smiles politely, answering questions about the upcoming games, and what he thought of their last win.

When they finally bid him goodbye after a few minutes, the group disperse and waiting patiently is YN with a small smile.

"You're really popular, huh? The Harry Styles," She greets, it was teasing but not in a mean way more curious than anything.

And Harry's mouth felt dry because she looked fucking beautiful like the prettiest thing he's ever seen.

In a form-fitting orange dress, her skin tone was complimenting the vibrant color and her curves were other worldly. ***

Harry knows, absolutely knows he wasn't just trying to make this work, he was undoubtedly attractive to her.

It was the fact that he wanted to see what lay beneath the dress, the way her breasts sat made it hard to control his gaze.

More importantly, her smile was wide and heartbreakingly gorgeous as she stared a bit confused, waiting for him to say something.

"You are gorgeous," Harry manages, it wasn't a line, it was the truth, "Sorry, you took my breath away for a moment if I'm being honest."

YN lets out a shy giggle, her hands smoothing the sides of her dress as a nervous tick, as she steps closer to him.

"You don't look too bad yourself, quite handsome actually," YN compliments, reaching out for Harry's hand so he can guide them inside.

The cocky attitude drops over dinner, well it never appeared in the first place, and YN was appreciative of that.

YN was intelligent, funny, kind, and quite honestly, everything Harry's ever wanted as she snorts out her drink at a dumb joke he makes.

She kicks off heels halfway through the appetizer and rests her foot on his thigh like they've known each other for ages.

He can't help but reach down and squeeze her ankle, fingers dancing along the ridge of the bone, and laughing when he tickles her enough to make her squeak.

For the first time, it doesn't feel forced, he doesn't have to remember that he should want to touch his date.

Harry is interested in everything she has to say from her experience on the newspaper to how she accidentally broke into a museum while she was in high school.

He finds himself laughing genuinely, not counting down the minutes until the date is over, in fact, he doesn't want it to end.

"You're actually a nice guy," YN murmurs towards the end of dinner when their plates are near empty, "Who would have guessed."

Harry winces at the dig, putting his silverware down and looking at her seriously, "I am sorry about how I treated you. I was being a douche. I don't always feel like I have a lot going for me and baseball is what I'm good at and to have that article written was a hit on my ego."

It was the most honest he's ever been with someone but he didn't even think twice about revealing his most vulnerable thoughts to her.

YN's face twist in confusion, "What do you mean you don't have a lot going for you? You have a guarantee in going pro, you have a ton of friends, and you have no shortages of girls around you."

Harry knew he wasn't ready to delve into his sexuality conversation with her, he hasn't ever talked to anyone outside of his family and Niall about it.

Instead of admitting what really makes him feel low - his sexuality and lack of relationships, he just shrugs and says, "I don't know. It's just..It's not alway easy."

"I imagine, it's a lot of pressure on you at all times. Everyone watching your every move," She agrees, her eyes are soft and she can tell Harry's thinking about something.

She doesn't force him to tell her, instead she reaches across the table for his hand and takes it in hers - but she doesn't let go.

Throughout dessert, they hold hands across the table until Harry is feeding YN a piece of strawberry cheesecake and it ends up on her lips instead of in her mouth.

"You did that on purpose," YN laughs, her tongue peeking out to wipe the sweetness away but misses the corner of her lips.

"Missed a spot," Harry chuckles, he leans over to wipe it off with his thumb and when he does, she takes his thumb in her mouth - just for a mere moment to lick it off with a cheeky smile.

Harry feels himself actually start to harden in his pants and he almost wants to panic because that's never happened before - even when girls have tried way more sexy things to get his attention.

It had been a simple but intimate gesture, it wasn't even groundbreaking to YN, she went back to eating her gelato without another thought about the interaction.

Harry had to will himself to calm down, his mind racing to her plump lips and the way it wrapped around his thumb.

If he had any doubt that YN was his person, it was completely gone now - he hadn't even known her long but to say he was infatuated with her was an understatement.

He couldn't find one thing about her that he didn't like from her beauty to her intellect to the way she giggles with a little snort when something was extra funny.

It felt like his world was shaping to revolve around hers but that scared him on the same end that he hadn't known her that long - their emotional connection was just that strong.

After the date, Harry offers to walk her home because she lives in the campus dorms - just like at dinner, very soon into the walk she takes off her heels and shoves them in her purse.

Harry doesn't know if he should make a move, this was all so fucking new, and he felt like he was years behind on what he should know, basics about dates.

YN wasn't hesitant or coy, she quickly intertwined their hands as they walk, bumping shoulders as she points out where her classes are at certain buildings and what she hates about some of her awful professors.

Harry wants to cry because it's just so nice to hold someones fucking hand, that's all he's wanted for so long.

When they arrive at her building, YN digs out her keycard, giving him a pouty expression, "I'm sad our date’s over. I really did have a good time."

"I had an amazing time," Harry tells her seriously, "Will you go out with me again?"

YN squints up at him, with puckered lips, "I'll have to think about it."

Harry's heart drops.

"Oh my god," YN bursts out laughing, "Your face. Of course, I'll go on another date with you, I had fun."

"S'not funny," Harry mumbles grumply as she giggles at his reaction.

"I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you," YN hums, stepping into his space and leaning up until their lips meet.

Harry's frozen for a moment, it feels like sparks, like everything finally makes sense but he doesn't realize that he actually physically froze because YN is pulling back.

"Shit, I'm sorry I though-" She begins to apologize profusely, thinking she read the situation wrong.

Harry takes a deep breath, channeling his confidence, and he steps forward into her space now - hands coming to cup her face and bring their lips together passionately.

Their lips move in perfect synchronization, his tongue swiping against her lips until she opens, and he can get entrance.

Her hand comes up to his neck, keeping him close as they kiss, it feels like his first real kiss, and he can't get enough.

When they finally pull back for air, her lips are swollen and she has a starry-eyed smile on her face.

"Goodnight, Harry," YN murmurs softly, pecking his lips one last time before swiping her card and going into her building.

Fucking hell, he was gone for her.

He could not stop thinking about her.

Her smile, her laugh, the way her eyes squinted when she was teasing him - this had to be what being in love felt like.

Could it be this easy?

As soon as he gets home, he sends her a text.

Thanks for giving me a chance. I really had a great time. Are you free next Friday?

It barely takes any time for her to respond and he finds his lips turning down at her response.

Are you fucking with me?

He decides to take the more cautious route, reading his text conversation, and he doesn't think he said anything wrong.

No? Did I offend you??

Yes.

As soon as he receives the message he's typing out an apology for whatever he might have said to trigger her to be upset but right before he hits send, another text pops in.

Offended you're not asking me to hang out sooner.

Harry totally does not squeal like a school girl as he smiles stupidly at his phone for the next few moments before remebering to actually text back.

I have a game tomorrow and Sunday but we could hang out Monday night x

They agree on that.

When the next day comes, he feels more energized than ever to do good on the field today - he always thrived but YN was really boosting his confidence and overall happiness.

He struts on to the field, he always displayed arrogance on the field no matter how he was feeling on the inside - he wanted to intimidate people and let them know that he's the best.

At the mound, he kicks the dirt a bit and adjusts his hat in a little ritual he always did before scanning the crowd - it was always a full house in the stadiums because of him.

His eyes do a quick skim of the crowd but stop when he's sees YN sitting in the stands without her iPad or notepad - she's sitting with a friend.

Harry's heart leaps as he gives a dimply smile that was exclusively for and he tips his cap towards her in greeting.

She blows him an exaggerated kiss and a small wave as the announcers begin the game.

Harry doesn't know if he's ever had a game that good - he had been on fire the whole time, multiple strikeouts, a home-run, and overall good plays.

When the game’s over after the post-game interview and compliments, instead of heading straight to the showers, he wants to talk to YN but she's no longer in the stands.

He tries not to think too hard about it as he goes into the locker room to shower, in a noticeable less than happy mood.

Harry's actually the last one out, he drags his feet getting into the showers, and lets the hot water just hit against his sore muscles.

By the time he gets out, wrapping a towel around his waist, and stepping over to his duffel - he nearly screams when someone appears in the locker-room.

"What's taking you so long? I've been waiting out there for ages," YN complains with a raised eyebrow, a smirk on her face when she's met with his strong, damp chest - his pec twitches.

"Er," Harry stammers as he stares wide eyed at her, "I didn't think you were waiting for me."

YN shakes her head, "Why wouldn't I? Am I being too subtle about dropping hints that I like you?"

Harry’s chest seizes because he doesn't want her to think that, "No no, it's me. M'sorry I'm fucking this up. I just, yeah..."

I just can't tell you why yet.

Be patient with me.

"I know you've been with a lot of people, okay? I'm not here to use you and lose you. I want to see where this goes," YN seems frustrated as she explains herself.

"I do too. M'sorry," He apologizes again, the opposite of the cocky asshole she met, "I'm really, really into you."

And you're the first person I've said that to without lying.

"Yeah?" Her words are quiet, bashful as she glances down at her feet for a moment, like she wanted to hear the affirmations from him.

"Of course, you're gorgeous, smart, out of my league, if I'm being honest," He tells her with a raspy chuckle.

"I think you have it backwards," YN murmurs but she's walking towards him, and just like yesterday, kisses him fiercely.

God, he's never going to get tired of this.

He instantly reciprocates her advance, hand moving to the back of her head to cradle her skull and keep her close.

His stomach muscles twitch when her hand comes to his chest, rubbing up and down his abdominal definition, and thumb teasing at his happy trail.

It indescribable how just the simple touch is turning him on, he can feel himself harden at the movement and he can't help but push his tongue into her mouth.

They get startled when a janitor steps into the lockeroom, a tired look on his face when he spots them, "I'm locking up. Get lost, kids."

YN giggles as Harry flushed with embarrassment before she's leaving him to get changed and waiting outside for him to walk her home.

The next three weeks were an absolute whirlwind of hanging out in YN's dorm room cuddled together on the tiny bed, watching movies in his room in the frat, Harry stopping by the newspaper office constantly after practice to make sure she ate and then walkingher home, and then on the weekends they were going on dates and YN was coming to watch his games.

He knew that he was in love, he didn't care what anyone had to say about a certain amount of time it took or it was too soon.

Harry had found his person.

The puzzle piece that was missing his whole entire life was wrapped up in a gorgeous girl who bullied him, cuddled him, and gave him attitude when she didn't get her way.

He couldn't imagine anyone better.

There was one major issue, Harry had yet to tell her about his sexuality or the fact that he was a virgin.

He didn't blame her for making assumptions that he had a high body count with the way he flirted at parties - that was in fact the appearance that he was trying to give off even though it was further from the truth.

Harry wanted to tell her but when revealing that he was demisexual that was also telling her that he was head over heels for her.

And even though YN seemed nothing but understanding and accepting, it's different when you're in a relationship with the person.

She doesn't know whether it would matter if he was pansexual, if it would freak her out that he wasn't soley attracted to females.

As much fun as he was having, enjoying this new relationship, there was a lot of anxiety - he hadn't felt this much weight on his chest since high school with Yazmin and prom.

They hadn't gone further than kisses but it wasn't because of lack of arousal, he was so attractive to her that it didn't make sense.

However, up to this point, she hadn't pushed to do anything further than that and he wasn't ready to take the first step either.

It's a standoff until it's not.

YN and Harry are in his frat, they prefered it there for his queen size bed and he had a bigger television that they could binge watch shows on.

It was after a mid-week game, they had done exceptional, and Harry was truly convinced that YN was his good luck charm.

It was late, they both had class tomorrow but YN was sleeping over for the first time because Harry couldn't part with her.

They were in the middle of watching Great British Bake-Off and critiquing their bakes like either of them could do anything close to as good.

YN is tucked into his side, head of his chest but she squirms until she's looking up at him with a frown.

"Whassit?" Harry rumbles as he blinks heavily, his hand coming up to brush her hair out of her face - he couldn't get over how fucking pretty she was.

"Didn't kiss me enough today," YN huffs like she just realized the problem, her bottom lip pouted out.

"Didn't give you enough kisses, huh?" Harry repeats with a raised brow, his thumb coming to pull at her lower lip, "I haven't been very good to you, have I?"

"Absolutely awful boyfriend," YN agrees and everytime she refers to him as that, his stomach flutters.

"Or maybe I've just given it to you too much so now you're a demanding lil' thing," He hums but he's pulling her up so that their lips meet.

Harry can't help that he gets hard everytime they make out, maybe it’s a rookie thing or maybe most guys that's normal for - he wasn't sure.

But Harry and YN had never acknowledged it and as weird as it sounded - it felt good to get hard even if there wasn't relief at that time because it’s more pleasure and arousal than he's ever felt.

There was no way he wasn’t truly fucked - this girl held everything in her hands, she had so much fucking control over it and she didn't have one fucking clue.

YN's hand is rested on his stomach but at some point she moves it, she moves it right over his bulge in his nike running shorts, and palms at him.

Harry moans embarrassingly loud and sucks in a gasp at the sensation of someone else touching him like this for the first time.

YN pulls back startled like she hurt him and begins to apologize because of his visceral reaction but Harry joins their lips needily before murmuring, "Please baby, don't stop."

"Okay, whatever you want," She simpers quietly, her lips coming to his neck to kiss and nip at the skin as she feels out the shape of him over his thin shorts - thick and ready for her.

Harry is trying to keep his eyes open but it feels so new and euphoric that his lids are heavy as she thumbs over the sensitive tip.

"Take your shirt off," YN requests, not taking her hand off as he rustles hurriedly to get it over his head, "Slow down, we're not in a rush."

It was lightly teasing but it made insecurities tick a bit because he didn't want to embarass himself in his first sexual experience.

His stomach is sucking in at every other touch, his butterfly tattoo dancing as his ribcage outlines against his skin.

Her hand lazily moves upwards again but is taking the liberty of dipping into his shorts and briefs.

He twitches when her hand wraps around him, thumb tracing along the vein on the underside before circling at his already wet tip.

"M'gonna take my time with you," YN promises as she helps him slip the rest of his clothes off, her eyes locking with where he's hard for her.

He feels self-conscious, the first person to see this part of him in this intimate way - it was the most vulnerable he ever felt.

"You're so pretty," She murmurs happily as she begins to give him light strokes, "Makes sense why you have big dick energy. You're massive."

He has to clench his teeth to avoid coming at her words because it was all too much as he kept his hips on the mattress as she twists and tugs with the perfect amount of pressure.

"I-It feels so good, baby," Harry breathes out, he's on the verge of panting when her hand comes to roll his balls delicately.

"Yeah?" YN muses with a devious smile before she's ducking down to lick at the swollen head before suckling at it.

"Fuck, m'sorry," Harry groans as he feels his orgasm start, "S'good, you're so good. Fuck, you're amazin, sweetheart."

He can tell YN is a bit taken aback by his lack of stamina but she swallows as he pulses in her mouth.

When she sits back up, Harry is trying to catch his breath, "I'm so sorry. I just-"

"Stop apologizing," YN tells him firmly, leaning over to pepper kisses over his chest and tummy, "That was perfect. You look so handsome when you come."

Harry preens at the praise, he knows she’s probably just making sure he doesn't fell bad but it seemed genuine.

"Let me take care of you," Harry says after a few more moments, he knew his cheeks were flushed and his chest red with a blush of postorgasm haze and embarassment, what a mixture.

"You any good at it?" She jokes as she playfully licks his nipple before moving to take her own shirt off.

Harry freezes, he knows he probably looks like a deer in headlights before quickly wiping it off his face.

He doesn't respond but instead knocks her hands out of the way to pull the shirt over her head himself.

Her breasts were fucking perfect where they sat in a plain black bra with a little lace detailing on the edge of the cups.

Harry didn't know if he would survive this, he felt like a stupid teeanger as his hands were shaking with nerves.

This was more nerve-wracking then when he played in the playoffs for baseball or when a college scout came to watch his game.

He sits up and rearranges them until she's laying on her back and he's on top where he feels like he has a bit more control of the situation.

By some grace of god, YN's bra unlatches with a front clip and when he undoes it, it falls to either side and her tits bounce out.

"Holy shit, darling," Harry huffs out in awe, her nipples were already hard and so fucking pretty.

"What?" YN asks in a mere whisper, when he looks up at her - his heart sinks because he was so focused on himself that he didn't even think about how she might be feeling.

It was obvious that YN was a bit nervous too as he revealed her like he might not like how she looks - she’s squirmy and doesn't look him in the eye.

"How are you so fucking beautiful?" Harry shakes his head in disbelief, moving to cup them and they're soft in grip, warm, and good god, he's in love with them already, "Look at you, s'unfair."

YN lets out a pleased giggle and Harry can't wait any longer, he's fucking down to wrap his lips around one of the buds and suckle as his other hand rolls her other nipple.

"Oo-oh," She gasps out, pushing her chest into him, and he was sure that he wanted to hear her moans of pleasure for the rest of his life.

She was responsive to his touch, whimpering and asking for more through her body language as he switched between them and teased them until they were damp and puffy.

"Please, H. I'm so wet," YN begs as her hips move in frustration, her hand weaving into his hair and scratching at his scalp.

"You're wet for me?" Harry pulls back, their eyes meeting and he couldn't believe - he was turning her on even if he didn't know what the fuck he was doing.

"Stop teasing me," She demands with a pout.

He really wasn't.

Harry felt like he was in a movie in a way.

He dreamed about this for so long.

Being so in love with someone that he would want to have sex with them.

It happened and it was happening right now.

If it didn't feel so good, he wouldn't believe it.

Harry may or may not have utilized the internet to search about how to please a female.

He hadn't wanted to come into this and not be able to return the favor - it wasn't that he was uneducated about sex or didn't know the logistics of how to do it.

He didn't want it to be just okay.

He wants to show her how much he's truly gone for her by making her feel the same pleasure she's give to him.

Harry takes his time kissing down her soft belly, biting at the plush on her hips to make her squeak before he's shimmying her shorts and underwear off.

Harry has never felt so primal in his life when he's met with her mound and puffy folds, glistening with arousal, and he wanted to devour her.

The hesitance is gone as soon as he sees her for the first time.

He's spreading her legs and nuzzling straight in between her folds, lapping at her with excited, eager strokes.

Fuck, she even tasted good.

"Harry, fuck," YN mewls when he finds her clit, it wasn't hard with how swollen and hard it was for him - dragging it between his lips and suctioned it.

Her legs are restless like she wants to close them, her hands balling into the sheets as he relentlessly goes at her.

"Oh my god," She gasps as she bucks upwards, trying to ride his tongue - it was by far the hottest thing that had ever happened to him.

He couldn't believe he was actually doing a good job his first time, he knew she was actually close because he could feel her throbbing and getting wetter for him.

Her hands move to his hair, gripping it to keep him close to her center as she punches her hips up to find the friction she needs - it was beautiful watching her chase her pleasure without any shame.

He wanted to do this with her for the rest of his life and he knew it wasn't just the sex talking at this point.

She was it for him.

His chest swells in pride when she finally tips over the edge, a continuous stream of soft whining moans out of her mouth as her hips slow down and rest back against the bed - her limbs loosening.

Her face was damp with perspiration, long locks stuck to the side of her neck, and her chest was heaving and falling quickly as she tried to catch her breath.

"That was the best orgasm I've ever had," YN murmurs in awe, goading him back up until they’re kissing in short little pecks and he's brushing that sticky hair off her skin, "You're so good at that."

Harry's internally preening with the compliment, thrilled that he was able to get her off the first time ever doing something like this.

It was dangerous though, he knew already that he was going to crave her, she tasted amazing, it was addictive to be around her.

Everything from her smile to her laugh to the way her folds glistened with her arousal - it was all consuming.

Harry knows the longer they're seeing each other that he needs to tell her but the second he tells her about his sexuality, he's basically confessing his love to her.

He begins to feel like he's living this lie because YN occasionally makes a joke about how experienced he is or how many people he'd been with and he doesn't ever deny it.

To be fair, he never confirms it either but that even feels like lying.

One day while they're at lunch in a little bistro on campus, tucked away in the corner so people don't continuously harass Harry like always.

"I..I shouldn't be surprised at how good you were," YN murmurs shyly, they were talking about last night and when he used his mouth for the first time, "It's just...for me, I've only been with two other guys and it wasn't at all like that."

"They sound like idiots who didn't deserve to give it to you anyways," Harry has to swallow down the possessiveness of two other people having her like that.

She was his.

YN shrugs noncommittal as she sips on her peach tea, "They were okay but not as experienced as you. They hadn't been able to make me, you know...finish."

Cue his chest swelling with pride once again.

YN glances down at her plate, suddenly not making eye contact with Harry and he frowns at that, "What's wrong?"

She shakes her head, letting out a short laugh, "I just feel embarrassed, I guess. I know that I don't have as much experience as you. I've heard the stories of you taking all those girls upstairs at parties. It's not, it doesn't bother me but I...I just worry I'm not going to be good enough or compare."

Harry's heart sinks into his stomach and he knows now would be the absolutely perfect time to actually come clean that all those experiences were fake.

He chokes though, his throat tightens up and he can't find the words but he can reassure her, and he's not lying when he tells her, "Hey, I've never had a better experience than last night and m'not lying. You were amazing, fuckin' perfect. I can still taste how sweet you-"

"Ssh," YN giggles, the mood already lightened again as she chucks a chip at him because she doesn't know if anyone is eavesdropping, "I get it. Thank you."

"Anytime, babydoll," Harry drawls cheekily, exerting confidence when inside he's absolutely panicking.

Tonight it is the night.

Harry has nearly canceled three times because he doesn't know if he can do this.

He's so fucking in love with YN.

So fucking gone for her already that he doesn't know how he could lose her if this isn't something she's okay with.

Logically, he knows that if she doesn't accept him for who he is that she's not worth his time but fuck, he loved her.

YN was it for him, he didn't care how early it was or if you’re ot supposed to say that yet because they haven't been together long.

It was the truth though.

Harry wanted to try to make it as casual as possible when he brought it up so he invited her to sleepover after an away game.

He'd organized his room, cleaned his sheets, bought her favorite snacks, and laid out a shirt that she'd want to sleep in.

When she knocked on his bedroom door, one of his mates must have let her in, his hands were physically shaking and his smile was forced through nerves.

"Hi," YN huffs as she brushes past him to drop her overnight bag, "I brought a bag of chips but Niall literally stole them out of my hand and ran away like a little goblin -"

"I have something I need to tell you," Harry blurts out as he quickly shuts the door and leans up against it - he felt like he was about to have a full blown panic attack.

YN freezes from her rant, eyes meeting his with concern at his behavior and his body language, "Is everything okay, H?"

Harry squeezes his eyes shut for a moment and tries to breathe out of his mouth, voice quaking, "I-I don't know."

Fuck, why did he feel like he was going to cry.

"Harry," YN murmurs from where she's sat on his bed now, "You're freaking me out a bit. What's going on?"

"I haven't told you something, important about me," Harry sniffles, he couldn't control the tears that were rolling down his cheeks, and he felt like that scared high schooler all over again, "And I'm scared you won't want to be with me if I tell you."

YN's brow furrows, she doesn't know how to respond because she doesn't know what he's been hiding from her.

"Tell me," She asks softly, her heart was pounding too - she didn't know if he was going to break up with her or tell her he already cheated but she was worried just as much as he was.

"M'not straight," Harry finally whispers, looking down at his feet and avoiding her gaze all together, "I'm pansexual and demisexual. I haven’t been with anyone other than you, ever. God, I know I sound like such a fucking loser."

"Come here," YN responds firmly, her eyes serious and he can't read her expression which makes everything worse as he cries, sniffling and wiping his cheeks with the back of his hand.

He listens though, cautiously walking until he's in front of her - eyes still looking anywhere but at her.

"Look at me," YN prompts once again, waiting until his watering green eyes finally meet hers, "I love you, no matter what your sexual preference is or how many people you've been with."

"You-You love me?" Harry stutters out with another sob, he felt like such a baby but his heart was fluttering and butterflies were turning his stomach.

"I thought I've made it obvious but yes, I do," YN smiles sweetly, pulling him down to kiss him despite his damp cheeks, "I love you as you are. I accept you as you are. You're perfect."

Harry blinks away his tears, letting her cup his jaw and bring him in for short but soft pecks over and over again.

"I know what pansexual is," YN says against his mouth before pulling back a little, "I don't know what demisexual is."

After Harry gets done explaining to her what his sexuality means to him, what he defines as being demi sexual - he's alarmed when he notices tears in YN's eyes now.

"I'm- Are you-" Harry begins to ask but she cuts him off.

"I'm your person?" YN repeats his words from earlier, she sounds like she’s a bit in disbelief that this is all happening.

"You’re my person," Harry agrees, kissing her forehead, nose, lips, cheeks, "I'm so in love with you. It's only ever been you. Only ever will be."

"I love you," YN gasps against his lips, bringing him in for another kiss but this time it's more heated with more purpose behind it as she pulls him down on top of her.

YN and Harry are equally frantic as they tug off each other's shirts, lips wandering over bare skin, and YN whines loudly when his lips wrap around her nipples and suck at them.

She's hurriedly pushing his shorts and briefs off his hips before allowing him to nearly rip her panties with the eagerness to have her bare.

As Harry's mouth teases at her breasts, switching between harden buds and nipping at them - her hands are twined tightly in his hair and holding him to her.

His cock is painfully hard, wet at the tip as he grinds it against her mound - the friction already good.

On one thrust, his length slips through her folds and his swollen head is pumping at her clit - making them both let out a surprised moan at the sensation.

"Need it," YN whines as he pumps his hips, the wet slide against her core was new to him but it felt like heaven, "Please, H."

And he knew what she was asking, he wanted to give it to her but he was scared that it wasn't going to be good.

"It's my first time," Harry mumbles embarrassedly, even though he had already admitted that to her, "I don't know how long I'll last,"

YN wriggles her hips, hissing in pleasure when his cock drags against her slit, teasing at pushing in before pulling away.

"It's okay, baby," She assures him, petting at his hair, "I just want you, please. I don't care how long you last, just want you. Want to make you mine."

Want to make you mine.

Holy fucking shit.

"Yeah," Harry rasps, voice deeper than ever, feeling a building up in confidence at how bad she wanted him right now.

He was so used to being the best at everything.

He was the best baseball player in the college leagues.

He was the best pitcher to ever attend Duke.

He was the first person to get an MLB draft pick before graduation.

He wasn't used to not being confident in hai abilities but he truly felt the love radiating from YN and knew that she just wanted him however she could get him.

Harry takes a deep breath, hand shaking as he grips himself, positioning at her entrance, and when he pushes in - he knows he moans loud enough that the whole house will be able to hear him.

"Shit, baby," Harry mewls as he drops his head down to take a deep breath before moving, "You feel so good. Fuckin' hell."

"H, move please," YN begs as she wraps her legs around his hips, "You're so big. Feels amazing, please honey."

Harry nods, one more deep breath before he's pulling out nearly to his tip before thrusting back in - the hot, velvet of her walls squeezing him and it was surely what euphoria felt like.

He can feel his orgasm already brimming over and it couldn't have been more than a minute or two - between the feeling around his cock, how pretty the noises she's making are, and the way her tits jiggle with every stroke - he can't last.

"M'sorry," Harry groans as his stomach starts to tense, "M'coming, you feel so good. You're gonna make me come."

With that, he's speeding up and pounding in harder than before - YN’s hand reaches down to rub expertly at her clit until she's clenching up around him and whimpering as her thighs shake.

Harry pulls out after a moment, ducking to grab his discarded tee shirt to clean them both up - he knows his cheeks are twinged pink with embarrassment.

"Hey," YN giggles, grabbing his attention and squishing his cheeks between her hands as she grips his chin, "Don't get all shy on me now."

"M'not being shy," Harry pouts as his words are muffled from his cheeks being smooshed, "I just look like a dickhead, I just came in a fuckin' minute."

YN rolls her eyes, fuck she's so pretty, her skin was literally glowing, "So what? Just means we get to practice more."

Harry chuckles, already feeling the tension ease form his chest, "For the rest of our lives. I only want this with you, ever. My body is yours."

"And I will always love it," YN murmurs more seriously, forehead pressed against his, "I love you for you. I accept you for you. You’re perfect and you're enough."

And after this, Harry never ever doubts that YN is the one for him - not in a few days or a decade when they're married and have four little babies running around that look just like him.

You are never alone.

There is always someone ready to listen, there is no struggle too little or too big.

The world needs you here.

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aalissy · 11 months

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Do you have any miraculous smut fics that you recommend?

Yes, I do! Not sure if you've read these before but these are a few of my own personal all-time faves. Most of these are Adrienette bc that's mainly the pairing I read but I included some other love square ships too hehe.

Check the fics out under the read more!

Mix-Up: Adrienette, multi-chapter fic, completed. Really, really fun fic with a case of mistaken identities to boot!

tell me what you want so we can do just what you like by a_miiraculer and clairelutra: Ladynoir, one-shot, A/B/O. Omg I loved this lil one-shot! I tend to prefer reading Maribug as an Alpha but her being an Omega works sooo well in this fic!

Always Remember to Knock by AlyaSin: Adrienette, multi-chapter fic, completed. Fun lil Adrienette roommates AU bc I'm suchhhh a sucker for these two living together.

Allez Savoir Pourquoi and Amour Fou by Yilena: Adrienette, series, complete. I'm suchhh a sucker for this series omg. Soulmate AU with a lil bit of mistaken identities! Just so so fun!!

VIP Pass by thtzwhatuthink: Adrienette, oneshot. Aged-up Adrienette which is such a good, flirty read hehe. Plus the jacuzzi scene is 🥵

not so gentlemanly by breeeliss: Ladrien, oneshot. Good Ladrien PWP bc these two can never get enough of each other hehehe 😏

Very Close Friends and Spooky Scary Jealousy by Icedcoffeeslut: Adrienette, series, FWB. Yesss, I love this series bc jealous Adrien is the best esp when they're both pining for each other hehe.

double je by darkavenue: Marichat, multi-chapter fic, completed. Just some good, lovely, Marichat smut!

tongues of mortals and angels by Chiomi: Marichat, multi-chapter fic, completed. Marichat FWB AU bc I loveee realizations and pining hehehe.

Adulting by Lara Winner: Marichat, Adrienette, oneshot. Suchhh a good Marichat fic omg. Plus Adrienette are married in it which is always a good bonus :)

Inside of You by Lara Winner: Adrienette, multi-chapter, WIP. Realllllyyy good Adrienette fic omg. I loveeee Adrien's reactions in this fic it's soo good.

Sunshine's Awakening by LadyRhiX: Adrienette, multi-chapter, WIP. Innocent, oblivious Adrien ftwwww. I just love how sweet and also sinful Adrienette are in this!

once more, with feeling by zimtlein: Enemies-to-lovers love square, multi-chapter fic, completed. Oooffff this fic just destroys meeee. The pain of knowing Adrien's being manipulated by his father whilst also overwhelmingly in love with Marinette is crazy.

Wild Abandon by ZiriO: A/B/O love-square, multi-chapter fic, WIP. One of my absolute favorites for this trope hehe. I just love how smitten Adrien is with Marinette.

In Heat by EikaTsukiyomi: In heat love-square, multi-chapter fic, WIP. One of my all-time faves omg. This fic is so so so good!! Especially bc of how clueless our two leads are heheh.

one night of moonlight by calloffyourethics: College AU, Adrienette, one-shot. Probably my all-time fave fic haha. I've read this fic sooo much omg. The characters are sooo in-character and lovely. Plus I just love that they both know whilst the other doesn't know that they know hehe.

Hope that you liked these and that there were some in here that you hadn't read before! It was fun doing this hahah. Plus, I got to revisit some of my old faves 💞

#ml fic rec #ml recs #smut fic #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml #mlb #love square #ladynoir #adrinette #adrienette #ladrien #marichat #asks

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cookies-and-chill · 2 years

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• INNOCENT KITTEN •

[part 1] [part 2] [final part]

[cat noir/adrian agreste x fem innocent reader]

[Also kinda plagg x reader]

Fandom: miraculous ladybug

° mild-heavy nsfw °

Warnings : scandalous outfit, profanities, guided masturbation, unrealistic etc. Characters are aged up.

♤: In which adrian agreste makes his innocent girlfriend tryout his hero costume but in the moment, forgot about an crucial information.

Note: This is part one :). you can view part two on the link i have provided by the text "part 2"

"Love, do you want to try my costume?".

The blonde asked, his head resting on your lap as you combed through his soft locks. You looked at him with an head tilt.

"Hmm? Why so sudden?". You asked.

"No reason. Just want to see how you will look in my costume". He replied with an cheeky smile

Adrien had taken a few weeks off his hero job due to plagg's heat. He had already informed ladybug with an convincing lie and told her to protect the city with rena rouge.

The thing about plagg's heat is that, if you transform while the kwami is in his heat, you will also feel its needs. You simply become an libido supply truck. And apparently adrien had fallen an victim once.

So one day, after his transformation, adrian had the sudden urge to take his dick out of his suit and milk himself dry. The urge was so strong that he almost turned into an cum tap.

He jerked himself so many times, but his balls still felt heavy with his cum, as if he hadn't drained an whole liter few seconds ago.

He even pumped himself with an pillow in the dirtiest positions. But the one that gave him the most euphoric orgasms were when he was thinking about you. He even cumed untouched a few times by just thinking about you

His hips jerking in pillow as he imagined your face, staring at him with the most innocent look. His mind resurfacing the memory in which you were liking an vanilla ice cream. Your tongue swirling around the sweet treat.

Oh how he wished you swirled and licked his dick like that ice cream. You smiling at him as some of the ice cream melted from your lips, trailing down your chin. He wished you could get the hint and help him with his boner.

But you were so innocent, which made it difficult to ask you such favors. The last thing he wanted was to explain what an blowjob is and embarrass himself. That day was surely hetic for his dick. The only thing that left his mouth were his whimpers and moans of your name.

He swore to himself that whenever plagg was in his heat, he will never transform into cat noir.

Thankfully when the incident happed he was in his room and nobody was in the mansion except his cook and himself. Other then that he just got an scolding from ladybug when another akuma attack happened.

And one more thing about plagg's heat is that he can control the actions of the person that he had helped transform.

Because of his wave of hormones going berserk, he is more powerful and can control the actions instead of them controling his powers. And the kwami's heat were intense.

So it was kind of his fault that adrian turned into an cum machine because he was partly controlling the males actions.

So yeah, thats the reason he is off duty now and was lazying around in your room. You lived alone and he wanted to give you as much company.

Because off his photoshoots and stuff you both couldn't get time that easily. Today was his lucky day since his photographers were sick and his father was out of country form some conference meeting.

After staying with you for 2 hours. He was starting to get bored. Not of you ofcourse! He just wanted to do something fun. Thats when the costume idea struck his head. He always wanted to see you in his cat noir costume.

Plagg who was flyin around your room, heard what adrian said and came zooming towards you. touching your cheek with his tiny paws.

"Yeah! We can do that!!" Plagg said excitedly. "even i want to see. What you would look like in his hero costume!".

Unknown to the two of them, plagg had another motive. He is in his heat cycle currently and had already told adrian, so it was odd when adrian bought up the request now despite becoming a victim of his heat. Well not that he cares, he was itching for control. So he got more excited at the thought of controlling you.

Controlling your sweet innocent self, wanting to see what kind of reaction would you have to his heat. Ofcourse with your consent which will be granted if you said yes.

Plagg knew that you were an sweet kind girl. You would also give him cheek hugs and extra cheese. But the destruction power in himself wanted to destroy and corroupt your pure soul.

Maybe it was his heat making him think like an lovesick pyscho.

You giggled and and patted plagg's head with your fingertip. "Fine then, but is it really okay?". You asked concerned.

Don't get me wrong. Even you was excited about trying her boyfriend's costume but she couldn't help but to wary of it ancient power but mostly you were excited.

Adrien sat up from your lap and held your hands. "Dont worry (name). Nothing will go wrong. And even if it did. Plagg will handle it and besides even he is excited!". Adrien pointed to the floating kwami who was vigorously nodding his head.

"Yeah i will take care of it". Plagg thought while gulping down an a small portion of his favorite cheese.

You nodded once you were convinced. Adrien flashed an sweet smile towards you and handed his ring to you. He can finally see his beloved wearing his costume.

You wore the ring. It looked pretty on your fingers. "So how do i activate it?". You asked them.

"Just say 'claws out' and you will turn into cat noir like adrien and if you want detransform say 'claws in' and you will be back to normal.

"No you wont.." the kwami thought getting even more excited.

You nodded in understanding "ok then. Im gonna do it now". You took a deep breath. "C-Claws out".

Plagg zoomed into the the ring as an white and green glow surrounded your figure.

Adrien and plagg couldn't wait to see their wishes come true.

#miraculous ladybug #mlb plagg #fanfic #smut #chat noir x reader #adrien agreste x reader

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[Part 3] Birthday Game - Reader x Shohei Ohtani x Yuki Ishikawa AU - NSFW

Disclaimer: This is a 18+ writing so if you’re not comfortable reading this, please skip it! There will be a lot of smut & mentions of sex in this work so beware. ;)

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What I thought to be a short 5-minute nap went into a deep slumber. The clock shows it’s 5am already and I heard both of the men on my sides snore. “They looked really cute.” I mumble to myself. It’s really kind of them for not waking me up, although I promised Shohei another ‘session’ in the bathroom. I slowly get up from the bed as I’m still naked underneath the blanket. I tried to wiggle my way out carefully so that they don’t wake up. I collected my undergarments and slide into them. Then, I tip toed towards the bathroom after grabbing my phone and closed the door slowly, not bothered to lock it.

I take a look into the mirror and saw several kiss marks on my body especially on my neck and chest areas. The thought of me making love with Yuki and Shohei still makes me feel giddy. Then, I open my phone to see several messages I receive from my friends who wishes me happy birthday.

“Are you awake already?” I was taken aback when I heard Shohei’s voice. He’s standing by the door shirtless, leaving him with his brief. His hair is messy but he looks too good to be true. “Ohh, I didn’t realize I was sleeping through the night. How about you? You should take a rest.” I reply and he shut the door. Shohei walks towards me and I turned my body to him. He closed the gap between ours and placed his hands on my hips and lifted me to the countertop. My breath suddenly got hard.

“I think I haven’t tell you some of the things I really admired about you.” I suddenly said while having a staring contest with him. His face was a few inches away from me and when he heard me, he pulled away. “Really? What about it?” he grins. “Before that, I want you to pull the stool chair. This is gonna be a long talk.” I said to him while tracing his chest and abs. “Sure.” After he sits on the chair in front of me, I started to tell him the reason why I like him - not in a romantic way, more to as a fangirl.

“I first heard your name during your time in Angels. You caught my eyes instantly,” I paused and took his hand so that our fingers interlock each other. “Since then, I found a lot of interesting facts about you online. I watched you play too even with Yuki. I like how determined you are to be a two-way player, how you tryna keep a lowkey personality in the midst of your popularity, and how you keep your body healthy.” I felt his thumb caressing my hands as well and he was so into my story. “You are such an inspiration to many, Sho. And I want you to keep being that way.” I smile to him.

“That’s very nice to hear. Thank you.” He simply replied with his husky voice and showing his eye smile. Very typical of him who doesn’t talk a lot but more into actions. “Not to forget that you’re able to challenge yourself in a completely different country and look at your fanbase. So big, just like these muscles, haha” I joked while grabbing his broad shoulders and biceps. I heard him chuckles as well.

“If I had known you before Yuki, I’ll definitely date you, y/n.” My heart beats so fast when he muttered that sentence. That sounds like a confession to me. I look at him in the eyes and automatically my fingers reached to his eyebrows, eyelashes, and finally his lips. “You don’t realize how handsome you are, Sho. If you already have a girlfriend back in the States, she’d be really lucky to have you.” his dimples appeared.

“You make me blush. Don’t you think Yuki will get jealous if he heard you complimented me?” he asks. I shake my head, “He already know that you’re my idol. Actually he left me dumbfounded when he said that you agreed to have threesome with me as a gift for my birthday. I was so embarrassed!” I jokingly punch his chest and he stopped me by holding my hands. “Don’t be. It’s my pleasure to make you feel special on your birthday, I should thank Yuki for this moment. I get to know you better,” he paused and I feel his face getting closer to mine. Our noses touched and there’s this electric sensation I get from him.

“I like how you hold me in your arms earlier. I like how our bodies move in sync. I like it when you play your tongue with me. I like everything about you but it’s impossible for us to be together. So I am grateful for this moment with you.” I might be carried away with the situation where we share our intimacy without Yuki eyeing us. I felt that I need to confess that to Shohei so that he knows what I feels. I feel his arms linger my body, giving me a bear hug. His manly cologne is still there although he was sweating all night. I’m actually afraid that it’s me who crossed the line? I sound like a cheating girlfriend right now but I will regret it my whole life if I don’t say those things to Shohei. Because he deserves to know how he made me feel.

He then kissed me slow but passionate, “Should we keep this as a secret from Yuki?” he asked in a lower voice. Thinking about what I said earlier, I realize that Yuki might be jealous even mad of our conversation. So I nod to him. “I’ll definitely miss you when I return home. We should spend time together again.” he said calmly while staring at me. His hands are now resting on my shoulders. “While you’re in Italy, we still have some time.” I said mumbling in his chest. Oh god, I like this man. It’s Yuki’s fault that he put me in this odd position with his best friend!

“Shall we have a cold shower? You said you like being taken care of after sex, c’mon” Shohei said but I stopped him from walking to the shower. “Wait. I like that we have this kind of intimacy. Are you okay if I take a photo of us?” I nervously asked while grabbing my phone on my side. “I’m totally fine. It’s not that you’ll share it publicly.” I smiled at his statement.

I activated the back camera and take candid photos of him. “Don’t be shy. Show me your sexy pose haha” I told him to pose and he acted really cool which is why the photos came out so good. “Can we also have photos together? Here, stand in front of me.” He gladly put me down from the countertop and we are now facing the mirror. “Can you wrap your arms around my neck? That’d be a good pic.” he does what I tell him. “You look so petite, so cute.” Shohei said at our reflections and I laugh. “Compared to you and Yuki, I’m just like a teenage girl.” I went along with him.

After several photos later, Shohei spun my body to face him. “Are you done, sweetie?” asked him. I put my phone down, “Is someone being impatient for the next round? Hm?” I continue by grabbing the strap of his briefs. Teasing him a bit. “I can’t wait to touch you and feel you squirm under my touch.” He sounded so sexy right now. “I need a little bit more of you, Shohei.” I whispered and with that he lifted me and walked to the shower.

My lips reach him and my tongue is trying to find its way to his mouth. He let me explore him and reply my kiss right away. My back is glued to the wall while he’s steadying me with his huge figure. “Mmh— you- taste so good- Hhh” he murmurs in between our kisses.

With our bodies pressing against each other, I can feel his manhood on my lower body. I grab and rub it with my hands in the same tempo with our kisses. “You have no idea how sexy you are, Sho” I stopped the kiss and state what I feel. He smirked and suddenly the cold water flows on our bodies. “Oh my god!” We both chirped at the same time and laugh. “Oops, I didn’t mean to turn it on.” He said. Shohei’s figure is big enough to nudge the shower mixer without him knowing. “It’s alright. I’m the one who’s turned on by you.” I continue kissing him after those words came out of my mouth. I feel him smirking in the middle of our kisses. “Mmh—“ he let out a sexy whimper.

I feel butterflies in my stomach when he traces my body with his lips. He leaves his saliva here and there which triggers me to stroke his damp wet hair slowly. “I love that you’re the opposite of Yuki.” I said. He stopped right between my legs now, both hands still holding my thighs so I don’t fall. He looked up to see me and said, “Tell me.” “You’re more patient when we make love.” My response successfully made him grins.

Without wasting his time, he licks my clothed pussy that’s wet already. “Uhh—“ my natural responses were closing my eyes and playing with my harden nipples. My back arched more on the walls when he slid his tongue skillfully inside my vagina, making sure my thin underwear was moved out his way. His quick movements resulted in high pitched moan from me.

“Keep going.. Shohei,” I encourage him while squirming. The vibrations he gave me down there is out of this world. I feel it coming and he licked the wetness just for him to kiss me afterwards, letting me taste myself through him. “I like you, very much” I was surprised when listening to his sudden confession.

“Can I go inside you now?” he added. “Yes. I need you inside me.” With that, he inserts his manhood deep inside me. This time I no longer feel hurt, instead I feel pleasure all over my body. “Sweet Jesus!” I mumble in the crook of his neck and reach for his muscular arms. He doesn’t go fast this time, meanwhile he increases his pace slowly. “Do you know how fucking tight you are?” he whispered. “U-huh.. and you’re so big.” I replied. We are now staring at each other intensely. When he accurately hits my g-spot with his slow tempo, I let out a whine.

“Yeah you’re so fucking good. Come to me- come inside me—“ I chanted to him in a teasing way. I can feel him close to his climax when his body got more intense and he closed his eyes, with mouth opens. “Aahh- fuck” he sounded so manly in my ears. “But I’m not done yet.” I told him and I swiftly change our position where I pushed him to sit on the shower seat.

I happily took control and now I positioned myself on his lap with my back facing him. “Do you like that?” is what comes out of my mouth when I took his whole length inside my vagina and sliding it up and down. His hands are now cupping my boobs from behind. “I like it when you take control, sweetheart” he responded. I turn my head to kiss his lips. “And I can’t stop riding you, Sho.” I keep circling my hips around him and feel so much pleasure.

Minutes go by quickly that this shower has witnessed our numerous positions from the standing doggy to leg-up. We were enjoying our intimacy too much that I started to realize that Yuki is still in the bedroom next to us! Both Shohei and I have finally stopped our session and moved on to washing each other’s body in the shower. We took shower together where he rubs the liquid soap all over my body and on the other hand, I tried to wash his thick black hair. I tip toed to reach his height but he was kind enough to lower himself. It’s so fun with him around. He’s so playful but sexy at the same time. Shit, I can’t keep him out of my mind now.

“Are you done, princess?” Shohei asked me while drying his hair with a towel. I nodded. “I’m done, just a moment.” I tried to wear my undergarments and the last thing I found was Yuki’s oversized shirt so I decided to wear that. “Thank you for everything. I really enjoy our time together.” I confessed to him and gave him a peck on his lips. Before he responds anything, I walked out of the bathroom, leaving Shohei behind.

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To be continued

#shohei ohtani #shohei ohtani au #shohei ohtani imagines #fanfic #baseball #mlb fandom #smut #yuki ishikawa #alternate universe #volleyball #powervolley milano #los angeles dodgers #fanfiction

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nannniibobanni · 8 months

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SHOTIME

Hii, this is only my second time writing anything and my first time writing for shohei. I honestly wrote this all wine drunk while I listened to the weeknd. LMFAO. Its also a lil rushed at the end bc i didn’t rlly know where to go from there. I didn’t proofread either so if you see any mistakes, no you didn’t 💋

warnings: nothing specific just some good ol nasty smut lol. also hanii means honey and suteki means gorgeous

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“P-please don’t- fuck don’t stop Hanii,” Shohei groaned gripping the back of your head tighter. His words shot throughout your body- encouraging you to do even better. You placed your hands on his strong thighs to steady yourself as you continued to swallow as much of his length as you could. Drool was dripping down your chin, eyes were starting to water, and honestly you were feeling a bit tired- but you’d do anything to please your man. You continued at a steady pace, flicking your warm wet tongue against his pink tip. You can feel his strong legs flex the deeper you take him. He is falling apart in front of you, nothing but groans and whimpers can be heard throughout the room. You pull off of him to give your mouth a break and slowly jerk him off with both hands. This causes his body to nearly double over in pleasure.

“If you keep doing that I’m going to cum,” he nearly pleads with you. You ignore him and continue to jerk him agonizingly slow. He moans your name again and starts bucking his hips into your hand. You bite your lip and look up at him through half lidded eyes.

“You want me to suck it again don’t you?” He nods in confirmation, “Uhnt uh, use your words.” You slow down even more and he nearly cries out. You have been getting him close to the edge and stopping right before he orgasms for the past thirty minutes. You knew he was about to fall apart.

“Oh my g- Hanii. Please,please just fuck- can you please make me cum?” He sounds so needy and desperate it almost makes you feel bad. Almost.

You don’t even respond, you just take his dick back in your mouth and swirl your tongue on the underside of his dick and pump him with your hand. You focus on the tip- knowing that that’s where he is the most sensitive. You can feel his dick twitch in your mouth signaling he was very close to his orgasm. He is panting heavily in front of you groaning and whispering how good you’re making him feel. You start increasing the intensity of your movements. He begins bucking his hips sharply causing his dick to go deeper in your mouth. His hair clings to his beat red face, his long body sprawled out across the bed. He looks so good like this- desperate and needy for a release. His moans get louder and he pushes your head further into him again. You pull away and try to ignore his groan of frustration.

“Awh, look at you. You need to cum so bad don’t you?” You say faking a pout while stroking his wet dick. The slick noises echoing off the walls of the bedroom. He goes to grip your wrist to make you go faster. You shake your head and tsk. “Isn’t th-” You begin to say but Shohei grabs your arm and tugs you up to his level to kiss him. He maneuvers your body on top of his. His dick pressing against your wet pussy. You moan while kissing him. He takes this as an opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. You gently suck on his tongue. He pulls away first and presses his forehead against yours.

“Stop torturing me Hanii, I need you so bad right now,” he says breathily.

“Then take what you want Shohei.”

He wastes no time and flips you over onto your back. He leans down to kiss you again and rubs firm circles on your puffy clit.

“Fuck you’re so wet for me,” he looks down at your sopping wet pussy. “You really enjoyed torturing me didn’t you?”

One of his hands grips your waist tightly while the other one brings your right leg to rest on his shoulder. He then continues to rub your clit in circles. You can’t even form a cohesive thought right now. This is the first time you’ve been touched since this all started. You didn’t even realize how turned on you were while giving him head.

“You want me? Tell me how badly you want me suteki,” he coos. You don’t respond too entranced in how he is making you feel. His touch makes you feel warm all over. He rubs tighter, firmer circles on your clit and it makes you yelp in surprise. Your pussy clenches. “Tell me, I know you need me right now, suteki.”

“Baby please put it in. I need to feel you. I want you to fuck me please Shohei,” you beg. He smirks and puts his long thick finger in your dripping wet hole. He pushes it in and curls it up- hitting your g-spot. Your entire body tenses and you grip his bicep holding on to him as he fingers your pussy at a brutal pace.

“I know you want my dick but you can’t take it without taking my fingers first, you’re too tight,” he leans down and kisses along your neck sucking softly right underneath your ear. You moan as he continues to finger fuck you, your fingernails dig deep into his arm. The sounds of your moans and wet pussy filling up the air. “Mhm, feel good?” He pushes a second finger in. You nod ‘yes’ feverishly.

He sits up, removes his fingers from you and starts stroking his dick. Without warning he slowly enters, stretching out your walls to the max. You claw at his wide back and wrap your left leg around his hip. He’s not even fully in yet and already the sensation of being full is about to send you over the edge. Shohei kisses you passionately and then swiftly buries himself in you- hips completely flush against yours. He lets out the most pornographic moan and begins slamming his hips against yours.

“Look at that,hanii, you’re taking me so well. Fuck- I’m about to- I can’t last much longer,” his rhythm starts to falter, hips stuttering against yours, attempting to slow the inevitable. He reaches down in between the two of you and starts rubbing your clit again. This sends shock waves throughout your body. You grip him even tighter, your head nestled in the crook of his neck. You can feel his pulse as you kiss him along his neck,nipping gently over his pulse point. He shivers and lets out a shaky moan. “Please come with me, I want to come with you,”

All you can do is moan in response as your back arches off the bed. He sucks in a quick breath of air and continues to drill your pussy. You can feel your wetness dripping down the inside of your thigh and it makes you even hornier.

“Don’t stop, don't stop- please ohmygodohmygo-,” your orgasm takes you by surprise. Your whole body tenses up as an overwhelming feeling of euphoria takes over. It rakes throughout your body and all you can do is cling onto him as he continues to fuck you.

“Mm- ah there you go, fuck, you feel so good clenching me so tight hanii. I’m gonna cum. I’m gon- where do you want it, hm?” Honestly you can hardly even process what he’s saying to you, you’re feeling too good to answer his question correctly.

“In me, cum in me baby,” you whisper breathlessly in his ear. He lets out a shaky moan and grips your hip even tighter. Beads of sweat start to gather on his forehead, he starts panting even heavier. You pull him down to kiss him, you bite his lip. He can only whimper in response before he bucks into you one last time, spilling deep in your walls. He stays there unmoving for a few seconds just panting heavily and shivering when the peak of his orgasm rushes over his body.

Eventually his arms give out and he lays on top of you, his dick still nestled deep within you. You wrap your legs around him and rub soothing circles on his back.

“I just came so hard I don’t think I can move.” Shohei chuckles.

You giggle and murmur, “I know I am exhausted now.”

He moves off of you and waves his hands for you to cuddle next to him.

“Come on hanii, let's nap. I think we both deserved that.”

#shohei ohtani #mlb fandom #ohtani shohei #smut

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andydrysdalerogers · 1 year

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Sliding Into Home - A Frank Adler AU

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, eventual smut, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

AN: This is my new series I'm starting next week! I hope you all will like this one. Tagging my usual tag list but please let me know if you would like to be added or removed!

Taglist: @patzammit @firephotogrl74 @texmexdarling @slutforchrisjamalevans @jennmurawski13-writes @tinkerbelle67 @before-we-get-started @bunnyforhim

Master List and Preview below:

Frank was looking at a Los Angeles icon, Dodger Stadium. It was his new home, his new team and hopefully his new life. He asked a security guard where to go and was met at the door by an assistant. She was a shameless flirt, commenting on Frank’s forearms and his tattoos, cooing about how good of a player he is. There was zero chance of Frank being interested. His Friday Night adventures were reserved for road trips only. His one-night stands worked out just fine, in his opinion.

As he was guided into the conference room, Frank was met with the president of operations, Nick Stanton. “Mr. Stanton.”

“Frank! Good to see you again.” He shakes hands with Frank. “We’re waiting for everyone so can I offer you a drink?” He gestures to Frank to sit at the table.

“Just a cola, thanks.” Frank took the seat next to the head of the table.

“How was the move?”

“Smoother than I thought it would be. Mary, my niece, threw a couple of tantrums but between me and my nanny, we managed to get her here.”

“Nanny?”

“Oh yeah, Scott, he’s great. He was willing to move with us, which is great since Mary seems to only listen to him.” Frank chuckles. “Who would listen to your uncle/pseudo father?”

“I remember that story,” Nick replies. “You are brave to take on a baby right after bring drafted.”

Frank shrugged. “Its not that big of a deal. You would do anything for family, especially Mary.”

More voices float towards the conference room and Frank stands as he sees his agent and lawyer walk in and shake his hand. Then the general manager for the Dodgers comes in, making small talk with Frank.

“Ok, I think we are just missing the team doctor and our legal team,” Nick tells everyone. “Its not Natasha, she’s busy with another client. She’s sending in their new associate.”

Frank just nods as the GM goes over the training schedule and when he would meet the team. The conference room door opens and Frank turns to see and his stomach drops. He feels himself become clammy and pale. Because this shouldn’t be happening.

Fuck.

He looks at the brunette that walked in.

she’s definitely not supposed to be here.

What the FUCK!

Abby Hernandez, his ex-girlfriend, love of his life, walked into the room.

It Doesn't Stay In Vegas

The Future is West

Are You Sure We Aren’t Going Crazy

You Were Enough; You Are Everything

Fastballs and Fiancés

You Left Me

Take Your Niece to Work Day

Don't You Know How to Spell Assume?

Wanna Feel Safe Again

Maybe I should Have Ducked?

When It All Falls Apart

WTF Just Happened!

D N A: Diane Nicole Adler

Not Just a Pretty Face

It's A Ruff Life

Status: All Star

Since When is Ice Cream Evil

On the Hunt for Mike Weiss

The Next Adventure

A Bump in the Road

Unexpected Surprises

For Reasons Unknown...

Evidence, Emotions, Whatever

Trial By Fire

The One With the World Series

Oh Captain! My Captain!

Finale

#andy's hea #andy's shenanigans #chris evans fanfiction #frank adler #frank adler au #mlb au #dodger au #ofc abigail hernandez #sliding into home #chris evans #mike weiss #johnny storm #baseball au #frank adler smut #slow burn #chris evans au

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faeirtopia · 3 months

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ʚɞ ; first time parents!

pairing! husband!shohei x fem!reader.

warnings! none at all. this is emotional.

once you two made it back home after spending too much time at the hospital, shohei broke down in tears. it was definitely a sight to see.. especially not seeing him so emotional like this but maybe a handful of times and that was because of baseball.

he took the small child in his arms and hesitantly kissed their much smaller head, he was scared that he’d hurt the poor child with his larger sized hands.

“I can’t believe we are parents now, this is our child that we created and you did so well. I’m so proud.”

shohei would be much more nervous than you. that’s because you had been ready for this and with shohei being a male.. it doesn’t come as naturally.

that doesn’t mean he won’t work his ass off to do well and be the best father because he sure will.

makes sure to get up in the middle of the night to feed the baby so you’re able to get more sleep, knowing how exhausted you still were from the pregnancy itself and the birth of your child. he’d do all that he could to help and keep you comfortable.

since this was your first child, you couldn’t help but to feel nervous as well. what if you weren’t a good mother? what if you couldn’t handle the stress of everything? you had your own doubts as well and shohei knew that because he knew you too well. so he’d care for you as much as the baby.

“you’re so beautiful and so is the baby, how did I get so lucky? you’re also such a great mother.”

at times shohei would mess up; heat the milk up a bit too warm, put the diaper on in the completely wrong way, not wrap the baby up correctly to keep them warm, so on and so on. he’d do his very best.

although you also messed up on certain things, you both voiced your concerns about being parents to each other and searched for tips and helped each other in the best way possible as a couple.

that only made your relationship with him much stronger and as each day went on you both noticed how different things were becoming but in the best way possible. he was so much more relaxed while taking care of the small baby that kept growing.

you felt more confident as a mother and continued doing better and better only making shohei feel so proud of you. he found you even more attractive.

“I’m home baby, I missed you so much. while I was at practice I couldn’t stop thinking about you and the little one. how are they doing? did they miss their daddy? I hope so because I missed them.”

“also.. was thinking that maybe we should make another? I know it’s still too early which is fine but maybe we can try for another in a few months?”

shohei would take as many photos and videos as he could of you and the smaller one. mostly to send to his family and a few friends that he’s okay with.

as a first time father he wants to make sure he captures absolutely everything that happens between you and him or the baby and him and the baby and you! (that’s a lot of ands I know sorry)

secretly, shohei would call his mom and ask for questions. he’d want to know what to do at certain times and how to handle the child when the child is sick, upset, mad, grumpy, anything like that!

and secretly.. you’d do the same. any advice for a first time mother helps and you’d want to show shohei that you could definitely do this again.

“we are doing so well baby, I’m proud of the both of us and you especially. I love you and the baby.”

knowing how scary this has been for you, he’d plan nights for you to be alone and relax or he’d plan nights for just you two to be together and share that alone time you both needed very badly.

being a first time parent with shohei will be unforgettable in the best way possible I will say.

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leafsbabe · 5 months

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Tyler Glasnow - teasing Tyler (SMUT)

2.2k words of you trying to get Tyler to fuck you and him not giving in...at first

It was almost cute that Tyler thought he could resist you. Granted, a charity dinner maybe wasn’t the best event to seduce your boyfriend but you were sure the marine animals would forgive you, if only they could see Tyler all dressed up.

The plan had been simple. Barely appropriate short dress + no underwear = getting fucked in the bathroom until you could see stars.

But what you hadn’t counted on was your boyfriend’s stubbornness. While he had stared at you all night, he was yet to touch you in not so innocent ways. What fun was holding your boyfriend’s hand when you’d rather have it between your thighs, playing with you under the table?

The dinner itself was relatively tame, completely pescetarian, for some reason. If the point was to fundraise for marine animal conservation, why serve them to the guests?

The table decorations weren’t too bad though. A giant coral piece in the middle of the table obscured you from the view of those seated on the other side and the long table cloth provided cover for what you had planned.

Both the slightly unlawful acquisition of the cutest manatee-shaped salt and pepper shaker you had ever seen —and that were just coincidentally sized small enough to fit into the tiny excuse of a purse you paired with your tiny excuse of a dress, right beside a tube of lipgloss, your phone, and a strip of condoms that had yet to see any action— and the shameless groping of your boyfriend. You were feeling nice though so you waited until after the dinner to do both.

Tyler had removed his tie after dinner and the open collar of his white shirt showed off his strong neck, sadly devoid of any love bites. For now.

Had anybody been paying attention to Tyler they probably would have noticed the way he jumped in his seat —just a little bit, not noticeable unless you watched closely— when your hand came to rest on his thigh. Part of you wanted to skip the buildup and go right in and cup his dick over his suit pants but you were a classy girl at a classy dinner so you would work your way up his thigh slowly, making sure Tyler knew how much you needed him.

Things moved slow and you were impatient but rushing things just didn’t seem smart. You wanted to drive him wild until he couldn’t hold back and simply had to take you.But that meant you had to pace yourself.

For all intents and purposes Tyler was great at acting unbothered. He carried a certain nonchalance that came from experience. This wouldn’t be the first time you did this and it wouldn’t be the last.

You had traced your pointer finger along the inseam of his pants for what felt like hours, up and down without moving your hand, before Tyler finally acknowledged it.

“What are you doing?” He asked, voice low and just a hint of strained.

Huh, you’d thought he’d be more desperate by now.

Turning to look at Tyler when you answered him was only polite, using your upper arm to push your boobs together and make them look bigger on the other hand wasn’t polite at all, but it got him to look.

“You know exactly what I’m doing.”

Below the tablecloth your hand inched higher. Not dangerously so but just enough to make Tyler react.

“We’re getting out of here as soon as we can.” He hissed.

Great idea. As a reward you slid your hand higher, to the top of his thigh.

Tyler leaned back in his chair, sliding down just slightly so that more of his lower half was obscured from view, long legs disappearing under the tablecloth.

You spent the next hour or so just palming his thigh as the night's entertainment proceeded. After a small presentation about the planned conservation efforts a small band took the stage, providing a background sound to the mingling.

Some of his teammates came over from their tables —how the Rays’ owner invited the entire team but split them up over several tables, you didn’t know— and asked Tyler if he would join them at the bar. He wouldn’t drink tonight, taking his driver duties seriously, but there was no reason he couldn’t socialize with the boys a little bit before taking you home.

You went to find their partners in the meantime, talking about holiday plans and cooing over pictures of children and puppies in little costumes.

After maybe half an hour the men started to make their way back, joining their better halves and hanging out glasses of bubbly.

“Tyler’s outside.” You get told when you fail to spot him. “Said he wanted to get some fresh air.”

So he was probably trying to hide his big frame in a corner and discreetly vape. By the time he joined you again there was a faint fruity smell lingering around him, confirming your suspicions.

“Ready to go?” He asked you, casually, as if he wasn’t holding his jacket in a way that was almost certainly meant to conceal a bulge in his pants.

Beside you one of the guys frowned. “Already?”

“We have an early day tomorrow.” Tyler answered for the two of you.

You rushed through the goodbyes and out of the hotel ballroom the event was held at. Tyler left to get the car but you had the foresight to idle in the lobby until he pulled up, just to escape the sinking temperatures outside.

He held the passenger door open for you and you climbed in, watching as he did a small half jog around the car to reach the driver side.

You trusted Tyler but you also knew that distracted driving could only lead to accidents so you waited until he pulled into the street to your neighborhood before you let one of your hands wander beneath your dress, teasing your folds while you waited for him to notice. It didn’t take long, but instead of saying anything he just reached over, wordlessly replacing your hands with his.

“Finally.” You breathed out, spreading your legs wider to give him better access.

Tyler didn’t comment on your lack of underwear, focusing on the road and burying his long fingers deep inside you without preamble.

A moan left your lips before you could stop yourself but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of another.

He knew how to touch, the way he needed to move his fingers to drive you wild.

You were so lost in the feeling of having something in you that you didn’t even notice that the car had stopped. That was until Tyler withdrew his fingers from you, pushed his seat as far back as the car would let him, and then hauled you over the middle console and onto his lap in a move that shouldn’t have been as smooth as it was.

By the time you caught onto what happened he was already working on getting his belt open and you tried your hardest not to think about the fact that those thick long fingers had been inside you just moments before.

“Fuck.” He hissed as he struggled with the clasp.

You pushed his hands away, getting to work opening it. “Here, let me…”

The second his belt was open you moved on to his zipper, pulling it down carefully but fast before sliding your hands into the fabric on either side of his hip and pulling both his suit pants and underwear down as much as you could in your position.

Tyler lifted his hips to help you free his dick and you thanked him by sinking down on him in one smooth motion.

No matter how many times you would do this, there was a part of you convinced it would be impossible to ever get used to the feeling of him inside you. Tyler filled you in ways no other man could ever hope to and your heart ached at the thought of moving, but you planned on getting fucked tonight so you inevitably had to.

The car didn’t leave much room for you to move but you wouldn’t let that stop you from getting what you so desperately needed.

Tyler’s hands came up to grip your hips, moving your body with ease as you switched from deep grinds to riding him. There was no build up, no gently waiting to adjust, you just took. And Tyler gave.

He managed to hold back, head thrown back and moans held back by him biting his lip, as you moved on top of him. It felt easy to lean forward and attach your lips to his neck. Twin moans left your mouths at the change of angle and you finally felt him come alive below you.

The next time you rose up he kept you there, hovering above him just enough that he could fuck up into you.

Tyler didn’t hold back anymore, putting his strength to good use.

It didn’t take long for you to get close —not after spending the entire night waiting. Your boyfriend didn’t seem to be too far away from release either, by the way his thighs were beginning to shake against the seat below you.

“Don’t come—” He bit your shoulder, making you tighten around him while a moan forced its way past your lips. “Don’t come until I say you can.”

It was an order, plain and simple. Tyler had made you wait for so long that it only seemed fair to make him wait in return.

His hips bucked at the request, throwing off the perfect rhythm he had before. The whine you let out in response didn't help so you started moving again, meeting his thrusts as you tried to chase your high.

You were close, so so close, but no matter what you did, release seemed to stay just barely out of reach. You whined again, moving faster, changing the angle, anything to push you over the edge.

It was Tyler that finally brought you release.

His fingers, his wonderfully long and skilled fingers, found your clot and you fell apart above him not even a single breath later.

Thigh shaking, you fell forward, letting Tyler bear your weight as he continued to thrust up into you, fucking you through your high while he chased his own.

He was beautiful. He was a mess.

Tyler had his head hung long, forehead buried in the crook of your neck as he mindlessly rutted up into you. His long hair brushed against your skin and when you combed it back with your fingers he groaned against your pulse.

Part of you wanted him to beg for forgiveness —just a little bit, because he made you wait all night before taking you— but the feeling of him deep inside of you was starting to turn from pleasurable overstimulation into too much.

“Ty.” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

“Tyler.” You repeated when he didn’t react.

He still continued to move his hips, too lost in the feeling to react. It wasn’t until you used your grip in his hair and pulled his head back that he snapped out of it.

“You can come.”

He did so silently, pulling you against him as close as possible and burying his face in the crook of your neck again.

It took a while for Tyler to come down, dace still hidden against your body while he slowly softened inside you, heart racing.

You pulled off carefully before sitting back down on his lap. It was only then that you noticed that you completely forgot about a condom, Tyler’s release slowly dripping out of you and onto his suit pants.

The two of you watched silently for a moment before you spoke. “Do you think these are ruined or could we bring them to a dry cleaner?” Tyler didn’t wear these pants often but he looked amazing when he did. It would be a shame if you’d have to get rid of them.

“I don’t think we can save these.” Was Tyer’s response.

He tried to put his ruined pants back on but you were a little in the way. It was only when you tried to lift yourself up to give him some room that you noticed how weak your legs felt. Tyler must have noticed it too because after he tucked himself back into his pants he wrapped one arm around your middle and pulled you close again before opening the car door and stepping out with you in his arms.

Once outside you noticed that he had parked the car in your driveway and you realized that you had fucked there too. What if any of your neighbors saw?

Tyler just hiked you higher in his arms and carried on walking towards your front door, unlocking it one handed. Once inside you found yourself with your back pressed against the door, Tyler looking down at you with a glint in his eyes that told you the night was far from over. Without meaning to your hips jerked, the drag of your core against his hard middle sending a shock through your body.

“Don’t worry,” he said, as if he could sense your thoughts, “I won’t make you wait a second time.”

#tyler glasnow #baseball imagine #baseball imagines #baseball smut #mlb imagine #mlb imagines #mlb smut #tyler glasnow imagine #tyler glasnow smut #...so this is twenty-five

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k-evans-reads · 2 years

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On Deck

Chapter 20

Summary: Although they grew up in the same small town, Chris and Sam had both gone their separate ways a long time ago. Chris moved up to become a MLB star, one of the best in the business, while Sam stayed stuck in the same small town. But when multiple injuries ended the Red Sox prodigy’s career, he winds up back in the same small town he swore he’d never be back to. The past may not stay in the past any longer, as old wounds begin to creep back up.

Pairing: MLB!Chris Evans X OFC Samantha “Sam” Merrick

Word Count: 7,100

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI!

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It was dark by the time Chris was walking into the fancy building, greeting the doorman before trudging toward the elevator. A small yawn escaped him after he hit the button to take him up to the penthouse, ready to finally be home. It wasn’t that he hadn’t loved today, getting to finally broadcast a game but it had been a long day and he was ready to be with his girl.

He’d had his first few broadcasts this week, and Sam had taken the train up to Boston after class so that she’d be here when he returned that evening, having planned to spend the weekend together, and he couldn’t hardly wait to see her after five long days apart. He quietly leaned up against the wall of the elevator, waiting quietly as the ding of each floor softly chimed until he finally reached the top floor. Chris stepped into the apartment, toeing off his sneakers and pulling off his jacket and hat, hanging them on the nearby hook. He was left in his socks, nice navy blue pants and white polo that Sammy had claimed was ‘illegally tight’ that morning when he’d sent her a quick picture earlier from the broadcast booth. But now he was finally home and nothing could have felt better… or so he thought.

It was pretty quiet in the penthouse, the TV on softly, telling him Sammy must have been in the living room and he was about to call out to her to alert her to his presence, but what he saw made him keep his mouth shut. He found her lying on the couch, makeup free face that showed off her adorable freckles and her wild curly hair pulled up in a messy bun on the top of her head. She was dressed in one of his old Red Sox t-shirts, one that was faded and a little stretched out from all the years of use. Sammy was laying on her stomach, one hand propping her chin up while the other scrolled on the laptop sitting in front of her and because of her tall frame and the old t-shirt being bunched up from the cushions on the couch, it let Chris’ blue eyes see the bottom half of her backside completely bare to him, which only caused blood to start rushing south.

He had missed her so much, wanting her tonight in every sense of the word, but seeing her barely clothed and laying so casually on his couch completely unaware of his presence was enough to make him ready to explode.

“There’s my baby,” Chris murmured as he stepped further into the penthouse, dropping his bag near the kitchen.

Sam jerked, her head spinning to look over her shoulder with wide eyes. Her hand landed on her chest, Chris smirking a bit at the knowledge that her heart was likely racing. “You just scared the shit out of me!” Sam told him sharply, sighing before a small smile spread across her lips. “I didn’t even hear you come in.”

Chris smiled as he crossed the open living space, coming to stand at the opposite end of the oversized sectional. “I just got here.”

Sam sat up, shutting her laptop with a click before she placed it on the coffee table. She turned her attention to Chris, a small excited look on her face as she said, “So tell me how it went today!”

But his eyes were locked on the way the shirt still rode up, exposing the skin below her stomach. He gave a half-hearted shrug as she repeated her statement amusedly, informing her, “I’d much rather be doing something else with my mouth right about now.”

Her lips pursed as her brows rose before her cheeks darkened and she shifted excitedly. Evidently the time spent apart had also worn on Sam the same way it had on Chris, filling them with an intense desire for each other, one that overwhelmed their systems. Little to nothing else had filled his mind on the drive back from the stadium other than getting to touch her finally, getting to feel her skin beneath his, and the thoughts had been on a repetitive cycle for the last several days. “Then you better get over here,” she finally murmured, laughing quietly.

It didn’t take more than a second for him to be on the couch with his arms around her, crashing their lips together for the kiss they both were desperate for. He could feel the way her heart was pounding against his chest while his hands slipped under the t-shirt, rubbing up her bare back and pulling her impossibly closer against him. Chris felt completely drunk on the feeling of her tongue slipping into his mouth and the sound of her soft moans. They needed each other so badly and they could each feel every bit of that in the kiss.

He needed more of her, letting his hands slip down her warm skin to grab her hips and helped her move to straddle his lap. Just knowing that her naked lower half was sitting in his lap was enough to drive him wild but feeling how Sammy grinded herself down on him, making him grunt against her mouth had him throbbing for her. Chris relaxed into the cushion of the couch as Sammy’s arms snaked around his neck, pulling her whole body up against his while they kissed so deeply they each were seeing stars. He loved having her this way, completely unhinged and desperate and he loved it when she could just let go of everything else except for how they were feeling in this moment.

Chris had dreamed of her the past three nights they’d been apart, wishing the way she felt in his arms, longing to feel the touch of her warm freckled skin under his hands. It was the first time they’d been apart for more than a day in months and if he was being honest, he didn’t like it. He had grown so accustomed to being together and he decided that nearly four days apart was much too long. He wanted his girl and he was going to have her.

A low groan fought its way out of his chest as Sam pressed down on his lap, her weight a welcome sensation, one he’d dreamed about the previous night. “Fuckin’ missed you baby,” he muttered as Sam’s lips broke away from his, a gasp escaping Sam.

“Me too,” she breathed, her voice strained as his lips attached to and moved down her neck. “I want you so bad, Chris.”

He smirked against her skin, knowing he had her right where he wanted to as he assured her, “I know, I want you too. I fuckin’ love you Sammy.”

But Sam couldn’t seem to respond to him, only being able to moan in response to the way he sucked at that sensitive spot on her neck and Chris knew he had her right where he wanted her. He let his hands slide down her back, so thankful for the way the t-shirt had bunched up between their glued together bodies, allowing him to look down over her shoulder and see those round cheeks on display for him. Chris let his hands come to grasp them in his hands, kneading at her flesh which only resulted in her grinding down against him harder.

He moved his lips back to suckling along her skin, marking her with each suck and bite along the way, knowing the evidence would be left for days, just the way he liked. Sammy was so caught up in the sensation he was causing that he knew she wouldn’t expect it when he pulled a hand back before bringing it down to smack against one of her cheeks, causing her to gasp from her shock. At first he wasn’t sure if she’d be in the mood for what he’d just done, her body holding still for a moment until the sting set in, making her whimper as her forehead fell to his shoulder.

“Like that baby?”

When she didn’t respond, only sighing out as she nuzzled her face deeper into the crook of his neck he let his hands knead her soft flesh while commenting, “You know how much I love this cute ass of yours baby, I just think it’d look so much better bright red.”

And with the tight grasp of Sammy’s arms around his neck and the way she arched her back for him, pushing out her ass for him and silently begging for what she wants but Chris wanted more than that and egged her on with a smirk, “C’mon baby girl, do you think it’d look better all nice and red?”

“Chris," Sam gasped, panting for breath, her face pressed against his. Her nails clawed against his shoulders through the polo, muscles tensing below the fabric as she moaned louder.

He shook his head, pressing his lips to her ear as he encouraged, “C’mon baby, just tell me. You know I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” she panted out, eyes screwed shut. He could see the underlying thread of anxiety beneath the surface, nervous about the new act, but he squeezed her frame, pressing a soft, reassuring kiss to her skin.

“That’s my girl,” he praised, his hands squeezing her hips as his lips met hers for a soft, long kiss. “Now come get over my lap, baby.”

Her eyes met his for the first time since he’d gotten onto the couch, her brows furrowed and lips downturned as she anxiously stated, “Chris you’re not going to do it that way.”

“Over my lap,” he repeated, patting his thigh. “C’mon baby, show me that ass.”

He found it amusing to see his feisty girl with those pursed lips and raised eyebrow, knowing she was internally debating on obeying him but when he let his hands give her a tight squeeze yet again, she was shivering for him and ready to do whatever he asked. Chris swore he could have hit his peak right then and there watching his fiery Sammy moving to lay across his lap, reaching behind her to pull the t-shirt up to bunch at the small of her back.

Knowing that his girl wouldn’t be able to sit still long, he grabbed her wrists, pinning them behind her back to keep her still while he used his other hand to waste no time in coming down to spank her… hard. It was no secret that Chris was strong and with each slap to her bare cheeks had Sammy screaming louder than he’d ever heard, causing him to make a mental note to get her in this position much more often. He got to watch her soft skin turning from its normal color to a soft pink but as he kept alternating between punishing each, the pink slowly turning to red, Sammy’s screams had quieted down.

Her raspy voice had silenced to gentle whimpers at each spank, the sting causing all kinds of sensations to run through her body that Chris could see the visible product of with the wetness between her legs. But that didn’t make him let up, bringing his strong hand down again and again until he had kept his word to make her ass a bright glowing red. When he finally had finished, he helped Sammy sit up, bringing her right back to sit in his lap and let her curl up against his chest. Her face resumed it’s position nuzzled into his neck while she caught her breath and he cradled her in his arms for a long moment before letting his hands to come down and rub at the tortured skin.

“Baby girl, your ass looks so pretty right now,” he whispered, feeling the heat of the irritated skin against his hands. He craned his neck to look over her shoulder, eyes locked on the red cheeks. “God, I love seeing it this red.”

She was all but using Chris to support her fully, her face buried in his neck. He felt the way her chest shuddered as she took in a deep breath, admitting to him, “It stings so bad.”

He tutted, moving a hand to hold her comfortingly before his other hand moved to stroke over the length of her back. “I know baby, I made sure that it’ll still be red tomorrow. I’m not letting my baby sit down this whole weekend without thinking of this,” he told her, his voice silky smooth and soft, despite the smirk on his lips. “You like it, don’t you?” He asked, his lips kissing any patch of skin he could on Sam.

She was quiet for several moments, and if Chris had to guess she was relishing in the soft touches while also shifting uncomfortably as she settled on the scratchy and rough material of his navy blue pants. “...Yeah,” she finally agreed, her voice only slightly shaky as she regained her composure slowly.

“That’s my Sammy girl,” he grinned, moving his head back slightly to meet her eyes, and while he’d fully known that she could take more even just by listening to her, getting to see the look in her eyes gave him the confidence he still needed.

She frowned, her lips downturned dramatically in the way they only got when she was like this. “Chris, I want you,” she all but begged him, an unhappy look remaining on her face.

He gave a sideways grin, instructing her, “Just sit still for a minute baby, I want a picture of this cute ass first.” Then, he reached for his phone, gently adjusting her so he could pull it out of his pocket before he snapped a few shots of her, then tossed his phone across the couch.

Chris kept her sitting in his lap, rubbing his hands up and down her back on top of the soft worn t-shirt as she relaxed and adjusted to the stinging on her cheeks. He planted a few kisses on her forehead before Sammy tilted her head up, puckering her lips out to silently ask for a kiss which Chris happily granted. He kept them sitting there for a long time as they kissed and kissed until neither could hardly breathe, finally pulling apart as he asked her, “Ready to move this into the bedroom?”

She met his gaze, her brown eyes wide, trusting, and completely vulnerable as she affirmed, “I want anything you want.”

And he knew in that moment that he had gotten Sammy right where he wanted her - as putty in his hands. Most of the time the two of them tussled back and forth during sex, taking turns on leading, but he knew that sometimes Sammy needed this. She needed to be able to completely unplug her busy brain and all the responsibilities and everything that came with life and just hand herself over to him and he knew this was one of those times. Chris found the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head before tossing it on the floor to be dealt with later. He couldn’t be happier to have her this way, completely naked and ready for him but he wasn’t ready to give her exactly what she wanted just yet. Chris carefully moved her so that he could pick her up bridal style and carry her the short walk to the bedroom where he laid her on the bed, not standing back up until he was able to meet her lips for a few soft kisses first.

Eventually he did stand back up, feeling Sammy’s curious eyes on him as he walked over to open the closet and find the box buried in the back of it. Chris opened the top of the box and looked around for a moment before finding the small silver vibrator he had in mind before coming back to the bed. He saw Sammy’s eyes grow a little bit wider at the sight of what he had and closed her legs tightly in response.

“Baby, open up those pretty legs for me,” he encouraged, his hand moving to nudge her ankles as his eyes met hers.

Her face was screwed into a serious expression, resolute and stubborn as anything as she answered, “No,” while she squeezed her legs together even tighter.

“Sammy…”

She shook her head, a hand moving to reach for him as she tried to plead, “No, I want you, Chris.”

“You’ll get me, but I want to get you all ready for me, baby,” he insisted, moving the small vibrator around in his hand, eyes lingering hungrily on Sam’s bare frame.

“I don’t want to wait,” she whined, desperation taking over momentarily before something shifted.

He leaned a knee on the bed, eyes lingering again on her before he shrugged and replied, “You’re going to have to, baby.”

The unknown look in her eyes shifted into petulance as she retorted, “Not if I don’t want to.”

Knowing that his feisty Sammy had enough time to recover from her spanking and return to her normal self, he decided to take a different approach. Without a word, Chris went into the closet, grabbing a few of his ties and coming back out to the bedroom. She couldn’t see what he had in his hand until Chris was close enough to grab her waist before she could get away, quickly getting a tie around her wrists and bringing her arms up above her head, tying her wrists up to the headboard tightly to keep her from being able to get away.

“Christopher Robert Evans you better fucking let me up right now,” Sam gritted out, giving him a stern look.

Chris smirked, looking down at her and simply telling her, “I wouldn’t have to do this if you just would have listened and did what I said.”

“Let me go!”

“I’ve got to teach you a lesson first baby,” He reminded her, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek. “But I need these pretty legs open nice and wide for me.”

Chris loved the way she fought him as he grabbed her ankle, pulling her long leg toward one edge of the bed and securing it before doing the same to the other, leaving her completely helpless. He smirked while watching her from under his long eyelashes, seeing the way she was wiggling, desperately trying to get away even though he knew deep down she didn’t want to.

He stood there for a long moment, just giving himself a moment to take her in, laying there as her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths. Chris sometimes still couldn’t believe he had her. That Samantha Merrick, the freckled face girl he had a crush on for practically his entire life was here begging for him. She trusted him, confided in him, and loved him and he couldn’t have felt more unworthy or happier at that fact.

The deep love and bond they had that he had never even felt one ounce of with anyone else only motivated him even more, wanting to get Sammy to a state of pure bliss. Neither were new to having sex, but neither had ever experienced anything like this. Neither had ever trusted a partner enough to hand themselves over to one another, body and soul, completely. But there was nothing but trust and honesty between them, their relationship having grown so strong and love so deep that they both were melting at having a new experience like this together, something only they shared.

Chris took time to sit on the edge of the bed, leaning down to press soft kisses all over her goosebump covered skin. He kept kissing her until she relaxed against the bed, which is when he pulled the shiny vibrator out of his pocket, turning it on the medium speed before pushing it between her soaked folds and letting it work its magic on that sensitive button and had her back arching instantly in response to the feeling.

He moved it slowly back and forth, causing her moans to start pouring out while the small instrument was coated in her essence. Chris started rubbing it down farther until he could easily push it right inside her throbbing opening, only making Sammy cry out even louder as she pulled at the ties.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her damp hair and whispered, “Alright baby girl, I’m going to take a nice long hot shower and then I’ll be back to check on you.”

“Chris, I swear to god,” Sam protested, craning her neck to watch him as he moved to step into the en-suite bathroom behind them, Chris disappearing once he stepped through the open archway from the bedroom to the small hallways, leading to the bathroom and oversized walk-in closet.

He paused, listening as he heard the strain of the ties against her, Sam just going far enough in her pulling to threaten the seams but not destroy them. Once he heard her overwhelmed whimper, he knew she was on board with this. “You better save your strength baby, you’re going to need it,” he finally called as he entered the bathroom, his bare feet padding against the heated soapstone tiles.

“Chris,” Sam called, pausing as she moaned quietly. “You better get your ass back here!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back after my shower,” he tossed back, smirking as he left the door open so her sounds could filter into the bathroom. If he focused hard enough – and believe him, he was – he could hear the constant faint hum of the toy, deep inside his girl.

Chris strolled into the shower, turning on the warm water before peeling off his clothes and climbing in. Even from underneath the spray of the water, he could hear Sammy’s loud moans from the bedroom, making him impossibly hard as he stood alone in the shower. This was something they had talked about before, entertaining the idea several times, but never having gone this far. He knew it was something Sammy had wanted to do, but by the sound of her strangled moans, he knew it was driving her just as wild as it was driving him.

He struggled not to reach down and wrap his hand around his hard length, but when he heard Sammy crying out again, he knew he wanted to wait to be tucked deep inside her and hear that raspy voice crying for him. Chris stayed inside the shower as long as his self-restraint allowed him, eventually climbing out and rubbing the fluffy white towel over his body to wipe up the water then tossed the towel in the corner of the bathroom to be dealt with later, needing to follow the sound of the moans back into the bedroom.

Chris wasn’t surprised to see Sam absolutely starfished across the oversized, fluffy bed, her skin glistening with sweat from the overstimulation he’d caused. Her eyes weren’t even open anymore as her face was frozen in a blissed-out expression, but she definitely sensed he was there as he stood in the doorway just letting his blue eyes take her in. Chris watched her chest rapidly rising and falling, the hum of the vibrator buzzing softly mixing with the little whimpers that poured off Sammy's lips. He could see that she was so deep in her pleasure that he had accomplished his goal of getting her out of her own head and focused only on the moment.

When Sam’s eyes finally fluttered open and she looked over at him, all she could do was let out a sigh and between that, and the sight of the wetness obvious between her legs, he knew that she was ready. Chris slowly stalked over to the bed and gently pulled out the small toy, turning it off putting it on the nearby dresser before he untied each of Sammy’s limbs even though she still laid completely limp on the bed. He got to hear those soft sighs return when he climbed onto the bed and started littering sweet kisses on any bit of skin that he could find, helping her body to fully relax in his arms.

“Feeling good, baby?” He asked her quietly as he pulled away from her skin, feeling Sam sigh and relax as the constant stimulation stopped for a moment.

She shifted on the bed but kept her arms still, her wrists red from the ties. “Mhmm,” she sighed quietly, her eyes slipping shut again as she laid against the mattress.

He watched her carefully, cataloging every moment and analyzing it for any hint of being pushed too far. “Do you need a break for a while?” Chris asked her, unsure about the possibility of even moving forwards after he pushed her to the brink.

But Sam surprised him when she opened her eyes and reached up, pulling him back into her and admitting, “I just need you.”

“Are you sure, baby? We can relax a little while first.”

“Please Chris, I need you so bad,” she practically whimpered, slotting a leg over his and pulling him into her.

Chris could only smile as he leaned in to kiss her lips gently, never getting tired of that feeling of her mouth on his. He couldn’t help but linger for a moment, kissing her deeply before he put his hands on her waist and effortlessly scooted her up the bed, making sure the pillows were comfortably under her head before he rolled over to hover above her. The sight of seeing his girl completely blissed out and reaching out for him while pinned underneath his broad frame was enough to get him throbbing all over again and he just couldn’t take it anymore.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders when he finally sunk into her wet overstimulated core, but the feeling of finally having him tucked deep inside her had both of them crying out. Chris wasted no time in finding a good rhythm, thrusting into her over and over again, his cock dragging against her walls in a way that had both of them already struggling to hang on.

With one look into her deep brown eyes as she stared up at him, pure pleasure on her face, he was able to tell that – for the first time in a long time – he had her full attention. She wasn’t worried about being overheard by anyone, about a paper or exam due the next day, or the latest drama with her mother. She was focused on him, at the pure pleasure they created together, and he realized that this was how it’d be now. They’d always come together this way, working off any stress together successfully, but also loving each other, always promising to help the other through anything they needed, until the only things left on their minds were each other.

With each thrust, both of their breathing was growing shallow and by the way Sam’s eyes were squeezing shut tightly, he knew she was almost there. Chris tried everything to keep him hanging on, but he knew that there was no way he was going to be able to and quickly brought a hand down to rub his thumb at her sensitive clit, rubbing fast hard circles that made her scream with pleasure as her body tightened, her walls squeezing him tightly before she hit her peak and with only a couple more thrusts in her tight center, he was spilling out inside of her until he was completely breathless.

Not even bothering to pull out, Chris laid down, his body half on top of her but balancing his weight on the bed to keep from crushing her while his lips found hers again, needing her kiss more than anything. He couldn’t even comprehend just how good it felt to come down from their highs, completely spent and wrapped up against one another with nothing to focus on but each other. Chris wanted to lay there all night, and was planning on doing just that, but after what he’d put his girl through, he knew he needed to help her body completely relax before he curled up in bed next to him.

With a few more kisses to her lips, he told her, “I’ll be right back, baby,” and gently moved out of her, then hurried off to the bathroom. Chris took a moment to clean himself up before grabbing a few items from the bathroom and came back to the dimly lit bedroom. After using the warm, wet washcloth to clean off the sticky mess between her legs, he gently tapped her hips, encouraging her to, “Sammy, baby, roll over for me.”

He saw the way her bare body just laid on the soft white sheets, eyes still fluttered close while Chris reached up to brush some of the stray hair out of her face. Sam sighed as he pressed his lips to her gently, relaxing into the bed and the fluffy pillows just before she – with a hint of a wince – rolled onto her stomach, revealing her bright red backside to him. He reached for the bottle of Aloe on his nightstand, quietly pumping some into his hand before he massaged it into her skin carefully. With one last kiss, this time pressed to her shoulder, he laid down next to her, joining her as they each drifted to sleep.

They spent the next day separately, as Chris ran to the gym and out to pick up some groceries for himself for the next week, ending his errands run with a stop at the jeweler’s downtown that Sean and Hank had both highly recommended to him. When he arrived home, the tiny velvet box hidden in his jacket pocket, he wasn’t surprised to find Sam at the kitchen island, her laptop in front of her, along with nearly five different textbooks spread across the oversized counter.

With a fond smile, he pressed a kiss to her lips before reminding her of their dinner reservation, just before he unloaded the few bags of groceries into the fridge before he escaped down the hall. He closed the door to their room behind him, nervously darting across the room before he hid the ring box in his nightstand behind a few books, and once it was sufficiently hidden from Sam’s view, he breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn’t as if he was nervous to propose to her, especially after their frank conversation several weeks back about where they both saw the relationship going, but he wanted to do it right.

So much in Sam’s life had gone wrong, not because of her though, but because of the situation she was born into. And while she’d certainly made lemonade out of lemons, he knew she deserved more than any other proposal. He wasn’t planning anything outrageous, but something that was so Sammy that nothing else would compare.

Those thoughts rang through his head as they each got ready for dinner side-by-side in the bathroom, and he couldn’t help but stare at Sammy. She was wearing a gorgeous green satin slip dress with a cream cardigan over it, protecting her against at least some of the October chill in the air. It wasn’t long before they walked through the apartment and to the elevator, down to Chris’ waiting Audi to head across town to the steakhouse he’d frequented when he lived in Boston in the past.

His hand was wrapped around hers the entire way until they sat down across from each other at the dim restaurant, both looking at the menus as they snuck glances at each other excitedly. It wasn’t until the waiter arrived that either spoke, however.

“Can we get a bottle of your finest wine, please?” Chris asked the waiter, closing his menu and handing it to the tall man who nodded before turning and walking back through the dimly lit restaurant, allowing Chris to look across the table at his beautiful girl tucking a piece of her dark hair behind her ear before catching his eye. He loved the way her smile showed up when she met his gaze, letting those dimples appear that made him melt.

“What’s the occasion?” Sam wondered, referring to the bottle of wine as she unfolded the white cloth napkin and put it on her lap before she smirked at him, asking, “Or do you just feel like frivolously spending money.”

Chris just shrugged, simplifying the many thoughts and feelings flowing through him while he told her, “I think we have a lot to celebrate.”

“Because of getting the house?”

“Well that,” he nodded before relaxing into his chair. “But also think about it Sammy… last October neither of us had seen each other in years. You were busting your ass at the diner and I could barely walk from my surgeries and was heading into another. Now look at us.”

“Yeah now your ego is getting close to being a reasonable size,” Her amused tone piped up while she rested her arms on the table and leaned forward.

“Very funny,” Chris sarcastically replied, even though he was struggling to hide his chuckle.

He loved watching the way the light sparkled against her warm eyes, her pink lips curling into a smirk while she brought a hand up to rest against her chin, propping it up while she told him, “Thanks, I thought so.”

“I’m being serious though, baby. I really can’t believe that one year later I’m sitting at this table with the girl of my dreams.” The emotion was thick and extremely evident in his voice. Chris knew that his words were almost painfully true. Sometimes he had to blink a few times when he looked at her, trying to get his brain to fully register that it really was Samantha Merrick sitting across the table in front of him. Sometimes he just got so caught up in just how incredulous it all was and he could hardly believe that he was sharing a meal with her, laughing with her, having deep conversations with her, loving her, and building a life with her.

He thought back to those nights when he still was a star on the Red Sox, thousands of fans cheering his name that constantly was making headlines. He thought that would fill him up, give his life meaning, or one of the long line of girls that were always around possibly bring him some momentary happiness, but it never had. He could remember laying in bed, not having seen Sam for years, and yet every now and then when he was completely alone in the quiet of the evening, his brain always came back to her. No matter how far his life had taken him from her, a piece of his heart was always stuck with her and now, there wasn’t one bit of his heart that didn’t fully belong to her. Chris was so in love it wasn’t even funny, but he didn’t care. He loved every second of being with her and knew that it would be forever, and he reached across the table to take one of her hands in his, letting his thumb gently rub across her soft skin before his emotion filled voice told her, “There was never anybody for me but you.”

Chris could see the way his words went straight to her heart, eyes instantly welling up with tears. He knew that Sam still struggled to share her feelings, having spent her whole life stuffing them down which is why it meant so much to him when she honestly told him, “I never wanted any of this in life until I had you. I just… I just don’t ever want to be without you.”

“You don’t have to be, baby,” he reassured her, smiling at the knowledge that a symbol of that commitment he had already made to her was in that ring box back in the apartment hidden away from her for the right moment. “I love you, Samantha.”

“I love you too, Chris.”

He felt the warm smile cross his lips, those words going straight to his heart as he said, “That’s not the only thing though I think we should celebrate,” Chris only momentarily stopped speaking to thank the waiter who brought back the bottle of wine and two glasses and pop the cork for them. With another thank you, Chris took the bottle and poured the two glasses, handing one to Sam before taking a sip from his own and finally finishing his thought, “I think you finishing your first full month of classes is something to celebrate.”

“I’m glad it’s over.” A sigh escaped her lips, Sam running a hand through her hair as she admitted, “I feel like I’m actually starting to get in the groove of it.”

“Well don’t be too hard on yourself, baby. It’s okay if it takes a little time to adjust,” he shrugged, knowing what a huge adjustment it was for her to be going back to school and all that went with it. “But it’s still an incredible accomplishment and I couldn’t be more proud of you.”

“I couldn’t do it without you,” Sam’s voice was low and soft, finding his hand across the table again to give it a gentle squeeze, “Literally because I wouldn’t be going to school if it wasn’t for you.”

“That’s what we do. We support each other,” he spoke with authority with a tighter squeeze to her hand in his, emphasizing his point.

Sam offered up that beautiful smile of hers, making him feel that little flutter of his heart before she reached out with her free hand to take her glass and sip at her wine as she leaned back in her chair and casually asked, “Speaking of that, how are you feeling about broadcasting? I feel like I haven’t had a chance to really ask you about it now that you’ve done a few games.”

“I like it.”

“You don’t sound that convinced...” He saw the way her eyebrow rose as she challenged him.

“No, I do. I like being able to still be involved in the game and all of that, it’s just…” Chris struggled to find the right words, thinking how much he hated being an observer rather than a participant in the game and finally explained, “Not totally my thing.”

“You’d rather be out on the field, wouldn’t you?” Sam saw right through him.

“...Yeah,” he admitted, his fingers nervously fidgeting with the edges of the white napkin that still was folded on the table. Chris avoided Sammy’s gaze while muttering, “Hank and I actually talked a little bit about that today.”

“Oh? Like about what?”

Chris took a deep breath, finally lifting his eyes to hers and filled her in, “Well I guess he’s been talking to my trainer and it’s certain I wouldn’t be able to possibly fully play until not this coming season next spring, but the one after…but I could be a designated hitter.”

“Chris, are you serious?” Sammy’s eyes grew wide, so many thoughts obviously running through her head, “What about your broadcasting contract next season?”

“My contract is through the Sox since I was only doing it at home games, and so Hank said he could let me out of it so I could play,” He drew out his words, suddenly feeling nervous about the whole thing.

“Please tell me you’re going to say yes.”

“I don’t know yet,” Chris honestly told her, putting his fidgeting hands in his lap before moving an arm back up to lean on it against the table, “I mean, if I was playing that’d take me away a lot and with you being in school and getting your footing with that, getting settled at the house, and Riley graduating, I just don’t know if it’s the right time.”

“You can’t say no,” Sam was adamant, reaching across the table to rest her hand on his thick forearm, relaxing him with just that one touch, “This is what you want. This would get you back on the team.”

“I know, but there’s a lot of things in life now that are more important to me than just playing baseball,” he was completely honest. So much had changed since the last time he was on the Red Sox. Now he had such a fulfilling life outside of baseball, building a life with Sammy, getting closer to his family again and being involved with Riley. Those things were things that now he just couldn’t give up, there was no way he’d trade it for anything and felt a little nervous at the prospect of knowing how to juggle it all.

“Chris, this is your dream. I’m not going to let you pass this up,” she told him sincerely, finally catching his eye to give him that soft smile. “You’ve helped both Riley and I chase our dreams, so please let us support you in yours.”

“I don’t… I mean… are you sure?”

She just shrugged while leaning back in her chair, simply stating that, “If you don’t call Hank first thing tomorrow morning, then I’m going to do it for you.”

“Alright, but only if you’re really sure,” he almost hated himself for getting excited at the thought.

“Chris… Do you want to do this?” Sammy, who always got right to the point, asked him plainly. “Yes or no.”

“I mean, yeah,” Chris finally admitted to both himself and to her.

“Then I’m sure,” was the simple response. “Besides, you have me now so I can make sure your head doesn’t get too big this time around that you’re on the Sox’s.”

Although Chris let out his loud laughter at her response, complete with slapping a hand to his chest, he knew just how true that was. This time around, he’d be grounded in his life, not getting caught up in all the things that didn’t matter. And now, when he stepped onto that field for every game, he knew that wouldn’t be the highlight of his night as it used to be, because the best part of his life would always be coming back home – to that home in Connecticut they were so close to sharing together – to his Sammy.

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Safe Space

prompt: follow up to demi piece for mlb!harry

warnings: insecurity, smut, minors dni 18+

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Harry isn’t trying to be dramatic when he says that he is officially and utterly obsessed with everything about YN.

He felt like he was addicted to her, from just being in the same space as her, and then from craving her body so much it hurt.

For a long period of his life, he didn’t understand the hype about sex - sure it sounded fine and orgasms definitely felt good but why did people care so much?

After his first time with YN, he very quickly realized what it was about because fuck, it was beyond the physical feeling of pleasure - it was how connected emotionally he felt to her and the display of love that sex was.

The issue was, they’d been intimate twice now with yesterday being their first time having sex, and both times he came prematurely.

No matter how kind and understanding YN was, it didn’t take away the deep insecurity of not being masculine enough or being a flop in the sheets.

YN had to use her own hand to help her along because he was coming so fast when they had sex, he was so far gone he hadn’t even thought about dipping his own hand down to assist.

Harry had to leave YN in his bed in the morning because he had to go to weight training and then right after a grueling practice.

He had left a little handwritten note on top of her cellphone to find when she woke up.

Good morning, baby. I’m off to practice. I love you x

It was simple but sweet.

When Harry’s in the locker room with his teammates as they all hits the showers and start to change after practice, well it’s no surprise sex is brought up - literally nothing has changed since high school.

He still didn’t feel the need to join in on the disgusting conversation, the way they talked about women was truly abysmal and some of them were referring to their own girlfriends in such crude ways.

Harry had so much respect for YN, so much undying appreciation for her body even though he just is beginning to learn it.

He would never talk about the intricacies of her form with other people, why would he want them to know what is only for him?

He didn’t want others to know how puffy her nipples get after he’s given them attention, how she gets so wet that it makes her folds glisten - that’s purely for his eyes and imagination only.

“Yeah, Becca told me that Cameron only lasted for three minutes,” Joseph cackles as the other boys join in on the laughter, “Said he jizzed nearly as soon as he stuck it in.”

“No wonder she turned him down when he asked her to the Sigma Phi party,” Payton crows with a boisterous laugh, “He’s never gonna get another date while he’s in school.”

Harry hates the anxiety that strikes in his chest because it hits him that they’re making fun of what he’s most self-conscious about right now.

He was new to everything, having YN’s hands, mouth, cunt was so mind blowingly euphoric and like nothing he’d ever experienced before that he couldn’t control how fast his orgasms snuck up on him.

The first time her lips wrapped around him, he couldn’t even think a conducive thought, let alone stave off his release.

The first time they had sex, she had to finish herself off because he came so fast that he didn’t even have time to focus on her.

His throat is tight as he rushes to get his clothes on, he didn’t want to lose YN - she was his person.

They only downfall of finally finding the love of his life was the immense fear of losing it because he knew this was once in a lifetime.

He was this allstar, cocky athlete who everyone drooled and daydreamed over - only YN knew he didn’t truly live up to his potential in the bedroom.

It’s not that he thinks she’s shallow enough to drop him over that but his anxiety and lack of self confidence had negative talk swirling through his head.

Harry wanted to be the best for her and he’s worried that he’s just not enough - it was the worst feeling on this earth and he hated that he didn’t feel confident in his own skin.

He’s out of the locker room without another glance at his teammates, putting his airpods in so he can act like he doesn’t hear all his classmates who try to say hi to him as he walks across campus.

His night class drags on, his fingers are fidgeting against the desk, knee bouncing because anxiety is one of the nastiest emotions to have.

Miss you already ☹️

The text pops across his screen towards the end of class, he has to tamper down the dopey grin that appears on his face - she must have just gotten out of her weekly newspaper meeting.

I miss you more. 😖

You’re the sweetest. Do you love me?

Harry has to bite the corner of his lip to tamper down his smile because he’s in a relationship, he loves her so much.

So much, baby.

I think you should totally invite me over tonight and show me how much. Just so I know you’re not all talk. 😛

Harry’s heart plummets back into his stomach, for what seems like the hundredth time lately because now he’s nervous about having to have sex despite how much he wants to.

Of course, he wants her to come over and he would have invited her in a minute anyways but now that the promise is lingering in her words, he’s struck with nerves.

He doesn’t respond fast enough because another text is coming through as his thumbs hesitate over the screen.

If you’re not up to it, that’s fine too.

And Harry never wants her to feel like he doesn’t want her there. It’s the exact opposite. He wants her there all the fucking time.

Don’t be silly. Of course, you’re welcome over anytime, my love. Meet me at Holden Hall in fifteen, we can walk back to mine together.

Okay ❤️

He’s not twelve, he shouldn’t get butterflies in his stomach but the thought of seeing her makes him squirm with excitement.

Because he is in love.

The class can’t end quick enough because even though there are always a few classmates who want to bullshit with him after class - Harry is bypassing them with a small smile and wave instead to get out the door.

YN is waiting on a bench, eyes on her phone until she must notice class letting up because her gaze rises and she has a breathtaking smile when she notices him.

It quickly turns downward when Harry is stopped by a group of girls, they’re giggly and overly nice as they compliment him on his recent game and how good he looked in ESPN College Edition this week.

Harry would usually give them all a cocky smile, dimples on display, and his shoulders broad as he let them coo over him.

Now he’s a taken man, he doesn’t have to act like he’s into all these girls he’s not anymore, and it’s so refreshing when he gives them a short ‘thank you’ and squeezes out of their circle.

Their eyes follow with annoyance and envy as they’re dismissed so quickly for Harry to make his way over to YN, where she’s sat on the bench in one of his baseball hoodies and a pair of leggings.

The girls begin to whisper furiously amongst themselves when Harry bends down, gripping YN’s chin, and kissing her softly for a moment before helping her up and taking her backpack to swing over his other shoulder before intertwining their hands.

YN seems surprised as they walk away, her hand squeezing his tightly as she ignores the daggers being glared into her back.

“What’s the look for?” Harry asks when they’re finally away from everyone spilling out of the lecture hall, and on the walk back to his frat house.

“I was just surprised you kissed me in front of all them,” YN shrugs, trying to play it off like it wasn’t a big deal to her, “Most guys wouldn’t have done that in front of another group of pretty girls.”

It’s Harry’s turn to frown at that, stopping in his tracks to give her a look, “Why wouldn’t I kiss you in front of all them? You’re my person. I only want to kiss you. I don’t care what any of them think. I only care what you think.”

YN’s let’s a smile creep on her face, leaning up to kiss him for a long moment before she’s giving him a big hug and nuzzling her face into his chest.

“I love you. You’re just…” YN trails off, like she can’t find the right words, “You’re so good to me. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

Harry can’t believe that. It feels opposite, he doesn’t know what he did to deserve her.

“You deserve the best and I’m going to always give it to you. I’m going to show you off to everybody all the time,” Harry promises as they begin to walk again, this time his arm around her shoulders pulling him into his chest.

The sex dilemma floats out of the forefront of his mind only for a little, only until they’re in his room, and Harry announces he needs to shower.

He was still sweaty, dirty from practice because on these days he doesn’t have time to shower before class.

When he drops their belongs near the door, he’s kicking of his shoes and telling YN, “Alright, gotta get cleaned up before we cuddle. M’gross.”

He fully expects YN to make herself comfortable on his bed while he cleans up and what he doesn’t expect is to YN to follow him to the bathroom - luckily, he had his own and didn’t have to share with his disgusting frat mates.

“Wh-What’s up?” Harry stutters as his cheeks flush, he hadn’t had anytime to figure out how he was going to solve his stamina problem and showering with his drop dead gorgeous girlfriend wasn’t going to help.

YN’s face twists in confusion as he stands frozen near the sink, “Uh, I was going to join you? If you don’t want me to, I don’t have to. I just thought that-“

He could tell he had embarrassed her by the way she’s trying to overexplain her reasoning to following him in there but Harry also knows that normal couples shower together all the time and if he was fucking normal - he wouldn’t be so surprised.

He wants to shower with her, fuck, of course he does.

Harry wants to scream and pull his hair because in his lack of self-confidence and anxiety - he’s making her feel bad about herself.

“No, no,” Harry interrupts her, bringing her into his chest, and kissing the top of her head, “Forgive me, darling. This, just all this is new to me. I’ve never showered with anyone before. I’m still getting used to actually being in a relationship.”

YN seems a bit relieved at his explanation, kissing his collarbone and rubbing at his back, “Still, if you don’t feel comfortable with me joining you that’s okay. Not all couples shower together. I shouldn’t have assumed.”

Harry’s chest pangs because he just keeping mucking everything up, “No, I always want you with me. Please don’t second guess yourself, baby. Want you to shower with me. Want you with me every second of the day.”

YN nods against his chest but doesn’t make any move, like she’s nervous to be the first one, and so Harry does so first - stepping back to strip his shirt over his head before he’s slipping YN’s hoodie up and over her head.

He leans over to turn on the faucet to get the water warmed up, she’s standing there in just her bralette and leggings - god damn, she’s pretty.

Harry’s heart rate is going a million miles a minute as he shrugs the bralette over her head, her gorgeous tits bouncing out to where they naturally lay - perky but real and soft.

“Baby,” Harry huffs out in awe as he thumbs over her nipples - hard and puffy, they are making his mouth water, can’t help but duck down and wrap his lips around one as she whines happily.

She’s reaching for the waistband of his athletic shorts and briefs, pulling them both down in one go, and it’s not shocking he’s already plumped up and hard for her.

It was still a new experience, being bare and vulnerable in front of someone else - showing the innermost personal parts but he wanted her to see him, it made him feel good when she whispered how nice his cock was.

After he’s got her leggings and panties off, he’s bringing them under the stream of the shower, and watching in rapt amazement as the droplets slide down her neck, over the peaks of her breasts, and bead off her now soft nipples.

“Turn around,” She orders quietly, turning his shoulders until he’s facing towards the back of the tub, her hands come up with lathered shampoo and begin to scrub through his matted locks - her nails scratching against his scalp feel so good that he moans weakly.

She takes such care of him, his heart is melting for her as she washes out the suds before snagging his loofa off the shelves and beginning to wash down his body to wipe away all the dirt and sweat of the day.

It feels so amazing to be taken care of like this, he’s never had this before, and now that he does - he wants to cry because he’s just emotional.

When she’s finished with him, he takes it upon himself to return the favor, not because he feels obligated but because he wants to take care of her just as much and prove his worth as a partner.

“Ouch,” YN hisses when Harry’s fingers get tangled in a knot in her hair and pull it quite harshly, YN’s face contorting in a brief moment of pain.

“Fuck, m’sorry,” Harry apologizes instantly, he was on edge and he just kept making everything worse - he just pulled his girlfriend’s hair, “M’sorry, baby. Are you alright?”

YN rolls her eyes at him, stepping closer and flopping against his wet chest, kissing his skin, and nodding, “I’m fine. You don’t have to apologize. Just be careful.”

Harry’s hands are shaking with nerves as he carefully weaves through her locks, taking his time with the knots before he’s moving onto soaping her body up - he would have to buy scents she liked as everything in his shower was more masculine scented like sandalwood and sage.

After gently running the loofa over her tits and belly, Harry dips downwards but she’s moving his hand away from her center and down her thighs.

“No scented products near the goods,” YN tells him as she wipes a stray hair off his forehead, “It will throw off my PH. I just use unscented soap for that.”

And once again, he feels like a fucking idiot and like he should have known that about female anatomy but he didn’t.

He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, inhaling through his mouth because he feels like such a twat today.

YN doesn’t notice, her eyes shut as she lets the water pound down on her skin, and humming happily as he washes down her legs, hand playing with his sodden curls.

They dry off and Harry grabs YN a tee shirt of his from a baseball camp because he loves seeing her in his stuff - it settled his possessive side.

YN uses his hairdryer to dry her hair until it’s nearly dry, just damp on the ends, and she crawls onto his bed, forgoing dressing in her shirt and underwear.

And Harry doesn’t know what to do because he wants to crawl over top of her, kiss her, and push inside where he knows she’s hot and ready for him but he also knows he was just in the shower for half and hour naked with her and he’ll come too soon.

“Er, what do you want to watch?” Harry asks instead, standing in his tight briefs near his desk with the remote - clicking through Netflix.

YN who’s got a confused look on her face doesn’t say anything at first, she’s literally splayed out on her boyfriends bed bare as the day she was born, and he hadn’t even acknowledged it.

“I was thinking about Bake-Off? We haven’t finished the season yet,” Harry swallowed nervously, eyes glued to the screen and not at her.

YN visibly deflates out of the corner of her eye, her shoulders slumping and she reaches for her top to shove quickly over her head before tugging on her underwear.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” YN responds without the enthusiasm she had a few minutes ago, Harry realizes for the second time that night he’s embarrassed her - he just turned down her blatant invitation.

Harry hates this.

YN is perfect, doing everything perfect, and he can’t get a fucking grip on himself.

He needs a second.

“I’m going to go make us some popcorn,” Harry excuses himself, tugging on a pair of shorts as he exits the room.

A few minutes later, with a bowl of popcorn and some water bottles, he enters his room again, frowning when he notices that YN had also tugged on a pair of his joggers.

“You cold? I can close the window,” Harry offers as he sets the food down and YN looks down at her hands, avoiding eye contact.

“No, m’fine,” She responds, her tone is unsure like he’s never really heard it, “I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I figured I’d cover myself up.”

Harry shakes his head, angry at himself as he mutters, “Fuck.”

YN glances up at him with wide eyes as she watches him pace for a moment before he’s stepping over to her, kneeling down in front of the bed, and putting his hands on her thighs.

“It’s not you. You never make me uncomfortable, baby,” Harry reassures her, he feels tears start to prick his eyes as he hangs his head, “I just keep fucking this up.”

“You’re not fucking anything up, Harry,” YN replies softly, her hands coming to rub at his shoulders, “What do you mean?”

Harry sniffles pathetically, refusing to look up, “I wanted to jump your bones the second you were naked on my bed. I wanted you in the shower with me before you even offered but I’m making you feel like I’m not into you and I’m sorry.”

YN titters, thumbing over his warm ears, “I don’t think you’re not into me. I feel like I’m not reading you correctly and I feel bad.”

“No, no, baby,” Harry refutes, kissing her belly, “You’re reading me right. I want you. Every part of you. I just…I’m really doubting myself and I don’t feel like a good boyfriend.”

“But why?” YN presses, finally forcing his chin up until his watery eyes are meeting her concerned, honeyed one’s.

“You’re gonna laugh at me,” He mumbles but lets her press sweet kisses over his forehead and temples as he struggles.

“Never going to laugh about something serious, if you want us to have a healthy relationship we have to work through whatever is bothering you,” YN encourages, cupping his hands and moving her lips to kiss all over them as well.

“I was in the locker room today and they’re were fuckin’ around and making fun of some guy who…doesn’t last long. It made me anxious because I haven’t been and I don’t want you to get annoyed with me because I’m not good in bed,” Harry’s gone teary again, YN is quick to wipe them with her thumb and a knowing, calm smile decorates her face.

“Baby, that’s why you’ve been so skittish?” YN shakes her head with a small giggle, leaning down to kiss him once more.

“Said you weren’t gonna laugh at me,” Harry grumpily reminds her, nudging her cheek with his nose before pulling back.

“Didn’t realize you were worried about something absurd,” YN tries to tamper down her grin, “You’re worried that I’m not enjoying myself when we had sex?”

“You had to finish yourself off,” Harry points out as a weak reason to his defense.

YN raises an eyebrow, “Okay, at the end? But the reason I was even close enough to get myself off was because I was so turned on and you were making me feel so good.”

Harry didn’t think of it like that, he blinks at her like he wants her to keep talking, and so she does, gripping his hands firmly.

“The two times we’ve done it, they’ve literally been the best experiences I’ve ever had sexually,” YN rubs at the bridge of her nose, “I told you no guy has ever made me come before even when I was helping myself along.”

Harry takes in that information, a sense of pride swelling in his chest, and twitch in his thin shorts at the praise.

“Fuck,” Harry mumbles, brushing his lips against her clothed shoulder, “M’sorry I’ve been being such a dickhead.”

“You just need to communicate. I understand this is all new to you. It’s new to me too. It’s the first time I’ve ever been in love with the person I’m having sex with,” YN admits as her body gravitates closer to him and her legs spread for him to wriggle in between.

“And I’m going to be the only one who gets you like this. Always gonna be in love with everything about you. You’re my person,” Harry reassured her, the nerves melting away because he feels so fucking safe with her.

The stage fright, the nasty quells of insecurity dissipate, and are fully replaced desire to please the gorgeous girl in front of him.

“I’m sorry I made you feel like you needed to cover-up. I actually think we should probably do a no clothes policy in my room from here on out,” Harry rasps, his tone getting lower with the more arousal swirling in his tummy.

YN giggles kittenishly and it goes straight to his center, “Oh really? When did that become a rule?”

“Right about now,” Harry growls impatiently, tugging off her bottoms and panties in one rough yank before he’s lifting her thighs over his shoulders and making himself at home between them, “Fuck. How do you always taste so good, pet?”

“I-oh fuck, Harry,” YN whines loudly as her legs try to squeeze around his ears, he was so fucking dedicated when he went at it - licking, kissing, sucking every bit of her mound and what lay inside.

“Always want this,” Harry murmurs before lapping consistently at her slit while he thumbs at her clit - it was all coming naturally to him now.

“Yes, there. Yes,” YN encourage breathlessly when he finds the perfect rhythm that has her back arching of the mattress and legs restless against his shoulders.

The encouragement just spurs him on to thrust his tongue into her perfect, velvet core as his thumb doesn’t stop the motion.

Her hips speed up to ride down onto his tongue as she nears her orgasm, Harry reaches up to flip her shirt up to reach and knead at one of her tits, pinching at the nipple.

That small burst of pain tends to do the trip because she’s squeezing on his tongue, clit throbbing against his thumb as she tries to muffle her mewls as she comes down.

“In me, want you in me,” She orders brattily, pulling Harry up by his biceps and dragging him on top of her, she’s bossy as she grips him around the base and leads him straight to where she needs him.

“Fuck, fuck baby,” Harry moans as he’s overwhelmed with pure fucking euphoria, his hips starting to fuck in automatically as his noises echo off the walls.

“S’good, you make me so full,” YN whimpers as her lips brush against his on every odd thrust, “Love being full of you.”

“Darling,” Harry scolds between a groan, the dirty talk did not help his stamina and fuck, her mewling about how full she felt just made it worse because he’s giving a few more weak thrusts before he’s coming as well.

“Mm, thank you,” YN hums as she pulls him up for another kiss, a spark in her core when she tastes herself, “See, practice makes perfect. We’ll get there.”

“Next time m’taping your mouth shut, who knew you spewed filth like a sailor?” Harry teases as he pulls at her bottom lip, “Made me come on the spot.”

“I don’t mind being gagged,” YN says nonchalantly and holy shit, Harry is in big trouble with this girl.

He fucking loves his person, his safe place.

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