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you’ve spoken a few times. casual conversations through dms about certain posts you’ve made. the age gap is terribly apparent in the way you two type so differently, he can’t help but note it. he thinks it’s cute how you’re so polite and poised in private, only to go on and write up the nastiest things for your page or posts pics in compromising positions for everyone to see. it endears him in the worst ways.

he tries his hardest to not become obsessed, he really does. but he can’t help slipping a hand in his boxers and stroking himself to the thought of you pleasing him after a long shift. what started as a few teasing pumps becomes his thick cock fully standing tall and glistening with a mix of his spit and pre as he fucks his fist. his head is thrown back against his couch, choking on his deep grunts and imagining you’re on your knees for him.

his face burns because he doesn’t even know your real name. he has to resort to moaning out praises while squeezing his eyes shut to avoid breaking the immersion he’s created for himself, “baby, fuck— you’re s’good, such a good girl. feels s’good, kid—”

with a heaving chest, he comes down from his high moments later. groaning with annoyance rather than pleasure when he sees the mess he made of his shirt and boxers. his head snaps down to his phone when it buzzes against the cushion beside him— a dm notification.

what are u up to mister ?

cassie mckay who hasn’t cried in years but the sight of you, her girlfriend, with her son engulfed in domestic bliss is enough to finally crack her.

the front door creaks open and an exhausted cassie steps inside. all of her shifts are hard but this one especially was draining. she hangs her bag and takes off her shoes before making her way to the kitchen.

you and harrison hadn’t even heard cassie come in because you’re blasting music. valerie by amy winehouse is playing on the speaker in the kitchen. both you and harrison are dancing and singing playfully with big grins on your faces. for dinner you were making pasta and harrison was your little helper for tonight. the water boils and the noodles sit in the pot as you dance and sing with your stepson.

the second cassie sees you and harrison goofing off in the kitchen, she freezes. there was once a time in her life where she didn’t even think she’d make it to 30. cassie gave up on love a long time ago — that is until she met you. you’ve given her more than she could ever imagine. you not only getting along with harrison but really bonding with him is the cherry on top of your relationship. cassie’s mind drifts to the future as she takes in the sight of you and harrison singing and dancing. the one thought she keeps circling back to is making you her wife.

cassie doesn’t even realize she started crying until you spun around and saw her. immediately you grew concerned. something absolutely horrible must’ve happened if she’s crying. harrison’s oblivious, still dancing carefree. “hey, buddy, can you be on stirring duty for me?” you ask him as you ruffle his hair.

he nods and walks over to the stove, his back facing his mom. worriedly, you walk over to your girlfriend. “what’s wrong, baby” you ask her in the softest possible voice.

“nothing”, she sniffles.

you cup her face and wipe away her tears. “why are you crying?”

“oh, uh”, she chuckles, feeling silly for crying over you and harrison dancing and singing together while cooking. “i guess just this”, she motions to the kitchen. “it just makes me happy.”

the expression on your face sheds any trace of worry and softens, your heart warmed by the sentiment. you lean in, planting a tender kiss against cassie’s lips. her arms wrap around your waist, never wanting to let go. “i’m happy your happy”, you murmur, your face a few inches away from hers.

“me too. i just”, she takes a deep grounding breath. “i just never thought i could have a life like this.” cassie kisses your cheek next to your ear a bunch which makes you giggle. harrison turns around to see his mom with you.

“mom!” he shouts excitingly. harrison runs up to you two. you take a step to the side so harrison can greet his mom.

“hey, bud”, cassie says as she wraps her arms around her son. she kisses the top of his head and then he pulls back. “did you have a good day?”

“yeah, awesome! we’re making pasta. i’m going to learn how to make five cheese marinara sauce.”

cassie’s gaze shifts from harrison to you. “it’s gonna be great.”

he runs back over to the stove, resuming stirring the pasta. the song playing has since changed. iris by the goo goo dolls echos throughout the kitchen. cassie wraps her arms around you again. you’re smiling which makes her smile. then she gives you a delicate kiss and your hands grip her scrubs, pulling her closer to you. after a few seconds, cassie pulls back. she has a huge grin on her face and her eyes flicker with impishness. “what?” you ask with a smile.

“i love you”, she replies before giving you another kiss.