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fraser has the perfect thighs for you to ride, gets so cocky when your body starts shaking, making comments about how much of a mess you're making, making you promise to clean it up afterwards, one hand on your hip, guiding you as you start to whine about being too tired to carry on, the other one around your neck, his grip not tight, but tight enough to keep you facing him, because he loves watching your face as you cum
beckett just letting reader use his body like a jungle gym, like that one tiktok trend of the gf climbing onto the bf but it’s beckett’s gf just always being in his lap while he’s playing games or something
Beckett doesn’t really have space in his brain to always be consciously aware of your touch. Not that he doesn’t care, rather, there’s no point in verbally acknowledging it because what is he going to do? Complain?
When you have your legs draped over his as he’s fidgeting with his controller, his forearms pressed down on your bare skin. When you press up real close to his body on the patio couch in the summer, his sizzling thighs on yours. When you play with his bedhead in the early hours of the morning, when he’s half asleep and your touch is reeling him back to the comforting darkness.
He notices you out of his periphery, spanning the length of the living room into the kitchen, doing something. He’s trying not to pay attention because he always gets distracted and he needs to watch this baseball game. His entire friend group made parlays on it and his phone keeps blowing up and if he misses one strikeout he’ll lose the opportunity to call one of his friends “really fucking stupid” for betting on a certain player to get a third inning homer.
He barely registers the couch dipping with your weight, nor does he think when he feels the backs of your thighs on his shoulders, your calfs against his chest, your full weight dangling on him like he’s your own personal seat. He feels the heat of your thighs right by his ears. Your hands tangle in his hair, but he’s trying to focus on typing something in the group chat.
“What’cha doing?” You ask, words muffled by his hair.
“My payouts 247 dollars right now.”
“Wow,” you muse, still balancing yourself on him. “You should quit the whole hockey thing and become a professional gambler.”
“You think so?” He asks. His hand that was previously occupied with typing comes up to brace your thigh, to stop you from wobbling.
“Pay out right now and take me to dinner.”
“You know I can’t. What if I make a thousand by the end of the night?”
“You’re like the perfect subject for gambling companies, oh my god.”
“You know I’m still taking you, whether I lose or not.”
“Gee thanks.” He’s still looking at the television screen, not commenting on the absolute absurd position you are in. Your heels press into his stomach, your hands fussing with his hair, running over his forehead.
“Fuck man! Why would you swing at that?” His grip on your thigh tightens. You whine. He’s not really paying attention to you at all, saying things on autopilot.
“Go look up a place we can go later.” He says, eyes glued to the screen.
“Don’t have my phone.”
“Here, but give it back.” He lifts his phone up above his head. You snatch it. There’s immediately ten pop-up notifications from his friends saying things that you maybe shouldn’t repeat outloud.
“You know I’m like, sitting on your neck, right?”
“Yeah,” he hums, “Doesn’t hurt.”
“I’m not—” you huff, ruffing his hair up, “I’m not questioning your strength, dumbass. You just didn’t say anything.” You wiggle out of his grip, your hand holding onto his shoulder tight to lift yourself off him. You flop down on the couch, his phone still in your possession and look at his face. He’s unfazed.
He shrugs his shoulders. “It’s normal for you.”
“Whatever,” you roll your eyes, and unconsciously set your legs in his outstretched lap. “I’m going to pay out—” you threaten, all the power yielded in your hands. Before you know it, the phones gone, and he’s got it back.
“You’re so annoying,” he says, half heartedly. He leans over to kiss you soft, but pulls away before you can escalate it. “Stop distracting me.”
Johnny Kavanagh with a lowk bitchy girlfriend plssssss
“Am I a bitch?”
Summary: Everyone knows you don’t let Johnny away with much, especially being 40 minutes late to your date.
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You’re pissed. Like, seriously pissed. Like Johnny better have a really good fucking excuse as to why he is late. You’re dressed to the nines: high heels on, your shortest skirt blowing around your legs and your hair perfectly styled just the way you like it. And Johnny is half an hour late.
Your patience is wearing thin. Not that you had much to begin with. Johnny had promised to take you to this new, fancy, restaurant in Cork city because you were pissed at him for spending so much time playing rugby. How much time does one person possibly need to spend practicing for a stupid sport? All you really need to do is run around with a ball anyway.
And now he’s late, and you would bet money that he’s still at rugby practice. You had even bought him a Dairy Milk bar because you had felt bad for nagging at him. Sighing, you look at your watch. Forty minutes. That’s it.
Slamming the chocolate down on the counter, you grab your keys and head out to the car. In five minutes you’re at Tommen, high heels clacking against the pavement as you storm over to the rugby pitch, handbag swinging in your hand.
There he is. Running a drill with the rest of the team. Usually, you might focus on how hot Johnny looks right now: jersey stuck to his muscular arms, hair tousled and looking just the right amount of sweaty. But you’re not focusing on that.
It’s Patrick Feely that notices you first. “Hey cap, your girlfriend’s here! She looks pissed,” he calls over his shoulder.
Johnny freezes. You can see him realising what time it is as he turns around, face cringing in apprehension. He knows he’s a dean man walking. You finally reach the pitch, making a beeline straight towards Johnny. Several of the lads give out low-whistles.
“You’re dead Kavanagh!” One of them calls.
“Fuck, she looks bloody pissed,” another remarks. You give them the middle finger without so much as looking their way.
Gibsie steps forward, valiantly protecting his friend. “Look, it was my fault, don’t blame Johnny…”
“Don’t make excuses for him Gibs,” you say, walking around Gibsie until you come face to face with a sheepish Johnny. “Explain yourself,” is all you say.
Johnny takes a deep breath. “Look baby I’m so fucking sorry, okay? I didn’t realise that practice would run so late. I’ll make it up to ya, yeah?” He says, big hands circling around your wrists soothingly. He starts to pull you in but you put a hand on his chest, pushing him back.
“You’re all sweaty and I spent an hour and a half getting ready.”
Johnny nods. “I’ll leave right now. I’ll be ready in like, forty minutes, yeah?”
You pause. You’re still angry, but merely seeing Johnny has taken most of the flames from your fire. Originally you had planned to say that he was too late, and to make him regret being late by showing him how good you looked right now. But now, you just wish he’d been there in the first place.
Johnny can see your hesitation. “Please babe. Just let me make this up to you,” he murmurs against your ear and you shiver at the heat of his breath against your neck.
“Okay,” you concede. “But you’re paying. And you need to make it up to me,” you cross your arms. Sometimes it’s easier to demand things from Johnny than to tell him the truth; that you feel forgotten and insecure, that you feel like maybe he just doesn’t like you anymore.
“Of course baby. I’m so fucking sorry, love. I’m such an eejit, especially when my girl looks so beautiful.”
“Mhm you don’t deserve any of this,” you whisper against his lips. Johnny moves to kiss you but you turn away before he can, sauntering away with your handbag still swinging. You can hear Johnny groaning behind your back. “You can wipe that smirk off your face,” you warn Gibsie, who has a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Yes ma’am,” Gibsie replies, moving back towards Johnny.
True to his word, Johnny is at your house within forty minutes, dressed in jeans and a designer jumper. When he arrives, he even presents you with a bouquet of your favourite flowers. It even draws a smile from you.
“I ate your chocolate,” is the first thing you say to him as you take the flowers and put them in a vase.
“What?”
“I bought you chocolate but then you were late so I ate it,” you explain as you walk outside and step onto his car.
Johnny looks like a wounded puppy. “You ate it?” He asks, looking truly heartbroken.
“I don’t know why you’re so upset, you’re all into healthy eating anyway. You rarely eat chocolate anymore,” you defend yourself as Johnny begins driving.
“I would have eaten it if it was from you.”
“Well it’s too late to cry about it now. But I am sorry. Kind of. It was really scrumptious,” you shrug.
“It’s okay babe. I shouldn’t be eating any of that anyway.”
“Johnny do you think I’m a bitch?” You ask suddenly, looking down at your nails. They’re sharp, like claws. You frown, picking at them.
“What? Of course not,” Johnny replies without hesitating.
“I know what your friends say about me,” you huff, looking out the window.
“All they say to me is that they don’t know how I managed to pull a girl like you.”
“Johnny that’s the biggest load of crap I’ve ever heard. They’re always talking about how I ‘run a tight ship’ and everyone knows that’s code for ‘your girlfriend’s an annoying bitch.’”
“Baby I don’t care what they think. I love the bones of ya. You’re not a bitch. You just care more than people realise.”
You sigh, still looking out the window, still unsure. In your own mind, your behaviour is perfectly reasonable. All you do is hold Johnny to a reasonable standard. But that’s not what everyone else thinks and you know it.
Johnny can see your insecurity plain on your face. “I love when you boss me around.”
“What?” You turn to Johnny in confusion.
“I think it’s really sexy that you know your standards and hold them. I love that you’re confident enough to not put up with any bullshit,” he explains, putting his hand on your thigh.
“You’re sure?” You ask, hesitating.
“Of course baby,” he confirms.
“Good because your hand is sweaty and I’m wearing wash off tan,” you delicately remove Johnny’s hand from your leg. Johnny simply laughs and places both hands on the steering wheel.
Notes: sorry this is so short, I don’t know if this is what anonymous wanted exactly, but I tried. It probably isn’t bitchy enough.
Also does anyone know how to get them fancy fonts on tumblr and like the little decorations? I want to jazz up my fics 🥲
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Hi love !!! Idk if you are taking requests, so if you aren't feel free to ignore this
Can you write something about reader doing the "current boyfriend" trend with Johnny Kavanagh
Thank you in advance!!!
NOTE — ahh yesyes i love this trend i think it’s so funny
PAIRING — bf!johnny kavanagh x gf!reader
SUMMARY — you try doing the ’current boyfriend’ tiktok trend on johnny
recently, you’d been seeing the same trend on tiktok again and again. where girls will be making a video with their boyfriend and calling him their “current boyfriend”.
one thing about you? you’ll take any chance to mess with your boyfriend.
one day, when the ’manor’ was empty while you and johnny were hanging out, you decided it was time. you tried to stand up from the couch with the excuse of needing water, but johnny ruined that plan by shooting up to get it for you.
“can’t have you getting your own water in my house.” he scoffed as he walked into the kitchen.
“johnny, i’m perfectly grand getting my own water.” you sighed, pulling out your camera to record. the video began just as johnny reentered the sitting room.
“i just saw a trend where girls have their boyfriend’s answer questions about them, will you?” you asked while johnny was still stood over you, water in hand.
he looked throughly confused, but agreed.
you grinned, facing back to the camera. johnny smiled, still having that cute confused pout and deep brows on his face.
he sat down close to you, mindlessly throwing a loose arm around your waist.
“hey guys! today i will be asking my current boyfriend questions about me.” you said, making sure to not emphasize the current.
johnny’s head snapped up from the camera, now looking you in the eye. his eyes widened as he grabbed you by your head, a loose cup around your mouth—playful, while still very gentle.
“jaysus. current boyfriend? current?” he pulled you back on to his lap, careful to not pull you too hard. you playfully screamed, instinctively grabbing his arms. “baby, we’re in this for the long game. you’re stuck with me.”
you squirmed, but it wasn’t because you felt uncomfortable or unsafe, you just get overreactant when you’re around johnny.
whether you were excited, happy, nervous, horny, it was all amplified around him.
“johnny!” your muffled squeal of his name only spurred him on, because he leaned down to your face and kissed your forehead.
“stuck with me.” he whispered against you hairline, phone and video long forgotten. “okay?”
you nodded, smiled contentedly, a small blush on your face as you realized what he was really saying. he wasn’t doing it for the video, he meant it for real.
he wasn’t ever leaving you.
and you wouldn’t want it any other way.
hours after editing and posting the video, you wanted to see what the comments looked like.
some, you expected.
“johnny fucking kavanagh with some random ass girl?”
“omg johnny!”
“johnny’s random side quest hello?”
they weren’t all meant to be rude, but it was one of the reasons you posted johnny as little as you did. he was borderline famous for his rugby, so many people watched the video for him, disregarding you completely.
that part didn’t bother you as much as feeling like you were using johnny for views.
there were comments like that, that made you question yourself.
you knew well that you weren’t. you didn’t care about the views, but you wanted to show off your boyfriend. you even told johnny how you felt about it and he reassured you he knew.
but it still felt off.
there were other comments too, that made you smile.
“that girl is soooo pretty”
“i love when hot people date each other”
“who cares about a man, look at HER!”
johnny watched you read them, carefully paying attention to when the upsetting comments outweighed the good ones.
“y/n, come here.” johnny said, breaking the silence and taking you out of your self-deprecating thoughts. he motioned to his lap, to which you swung a leg over, straddling him.
you raised one brow, feigning nonchalance. like you weren’t upset moments ago. like having him so under you didn’t make you so comfortable and so excited at the same time.
“what?” you asked after he just stared at you for a solid minute, smiling.
he leaned forward, catching your lips in an all-too reassuring and firm kiss. “i love the shite out of you. you know that, right?”
you smiled and nodded, unable to speak or wipe the cheeky smile off of your face.
“you’re my forever boyfriend, johnny.”
he scoffed, “i’ll put a bleeding ring on ya eventually!” smoothing his hand over the small of your back, the other, a firm grip on your thigh.
you laughed, hiding your face in his neck.
you two sat there, happy and comfortable. he would give an occasional rub on your back, and you would kiss his neck in return.
nothing sexual, just purely content together.
“i love the shite out of you too, johnny.” you whispered, feeling your chest swell with love.
When Joey has been LITERALLY fighting for his life all day against his abusive dad and battling his intense addiction and then Shan comes home and asks 'So how does it fit'
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Fraser nearly swerved off into the other lane as you stuck your hand down his pants. You tapped his hip encouraging him to lift his hips so you could down his pants and boxers.
He complied easily and then you started stroking him, before you leaned across the console and took his cock in your mouth. Fraser groaned as you started bobbing your head, he barely could focus on the road as you continued moving on his cock. He came with a loud groan and he was in awe as you swallowed all his cum before pulling off.
Fraser was so glad they were almost home because he was going to ravish you as soon as you got in the house.
Summary- Quinn proposing to his long term girlfriend in the sweetest way possible!
Warnings- Fluff, kissing, slightly suggestive, talking about age gap (not Quinn and reader), getting hurt (Luke...), angst, crying NOT PROOFREAD
WC: 4.4k
AN: this is actually one of the sweetest and best things I've wrote in all my years living bro, I cant THIS IS TOO GOOD and im not even tryna glaze myself.....
"Jack, I can't- she's the one, she is the one I want," Quinn, Jack, and Luke were in the living room in the Michigan lake house.
Quinn and Y/N have been dating since 2017, Y/N was a junior in high school and Quinn was a senior. They meet mutually through Y/N's Bestfriend, also Quinn's Cousin, McKenna had introduced the two at a football game.
"Quinn! Over here!" McKenna dragged Quinn by the arm with a huge smile on her face.
Y/N was on the benches with a couple of other friends but when she heard McKenna's voice she turned to see the most beautiful guy ever, she had never, ever, been so shock. Some might say it was love at first sight.
Toronto September, 2016
-(Y/N POV)
I was talking to Madeline and Kacey about our AP Euro exam, we all know we failed it.
"No, you really don't understand how much I hate Mr. Parker," Kacey took another sip of her "Pinky Drinkity" that went popular on TikTok from James Charles.
"No- don't say that," Madie frowned as she lightly slapped Kacey's arm, "I like Mr. Parker."
Kacey mumbled, "Yeah because you think he's cute."
Madie rolled her eyes, "And what about it? He's cute and I like him, but outside of Euro, he sucks at teaching, I just like his looks," she began to smile, "maybe I'll give him my number after we graduate."
I then spoke and made a gaging sound, "What the heck Madie? That's gross, mind you he's like 28."
"What?" she looked at me weirdly, like I was the one who made the comment about the teacher, "and? He's only, mind you, only 28, and by the time I turn 18 he......"
And suddenly my mind turned blank as I heard McKenna call out for someone, and when I turned my head, I swear I saw my whole future. Some would call me dramatic by, he was perfect.
Who even was he?
"Quinn! Over here!" McKenna dragged Quinn by the arm with a huge smile on her face.
She walked towards us three with him, gosh I was praying he was my age.
"Hey guys! This is Quinn, my cousin," She smiled at us as she pointed at him, before introducing us, "Quinn, Kacey, Madie, and Y/N."
He looked at the two before making eye contact with me, holding it longer than it felt like we should.
We all said hello before Madie dragged McKenna into her little fantasy about Mr. Parker. Madie made McKenna sit right next to her pushing her into my spot and making me sit next to Quinn awkwardly.
We both exchange awkward looks before he decided to speak up first.
"So... should I be concerned or is that just how they warm up to people?"
I let out a light chuckle, "That was actually them behaving."
"That's terrifying," Quinn adds as we both were "watching" the game.
"You'll get used to it," I smiled while shaking my head.
"Do you?" Quinn turned his head to face me.
"Depends Madie thinks saying shocking things are life interesting, Kacey pretends she hates it, but she secretly encourages it."
"Wait- so what grade or you in again?" He asks lightly.
By this question and the fact that I've never seen him before is that he's probably older than me.
"Sophomore."
"Junior," he says, "Which means I know just enough to be stressed all the time."
I smile, "Good to know it doesn't get better"
"I wouldn't get your hopes up," he exchanges another smile back, "it's terrifying," slightly mocking my words.
"What is?" Luke says.
Quinn blinked as the memory of them first meeting slowly starts to disappear as he stares at the velvet ring box on the coffee table. He reaches for it and grabs it, clutching on it tightly.
"Proposing," Quinn opens the box to take in the ring, "Terrifying in the best way possible."
Jack raises an eyebrow, "You're serious, like you're all in?"
"I've been thinking about it ever since I've asked her to be my girlfriend," Quinn looked at his two brothers.
-January 3, 2017 (Y/N POV)
I was laying in bed on call with Quinn. We have been talking ever since our first exchange at the football game. So... since September.
Wait.. how many months is that? September... November, December... WAIT! I forgot October. We've been talking for 5 months, he has always been there for me, and I was counting the days until he asked me to be his girlfriend.
"Bug? Bug you still there?"
My thoughts disappeared and I smiled and responded back, "Yup, I'm still here, sorry, spaced out."
"Figured it out," he let out that sweet chuckle that always makes me melt.
"You gotta stop doing that," I was cheesing behind the phone.
"Laughing?" Quinn said with a hint of confusion in his tone.
"But the way you do it, it's just so cute- oh my gosh Quinn," I was head over heels for this guy, "I just wish you were here right now."
"Bug, I am here, look at your window."
"What?"
I got on my feet and peaked through my curtains and saw Quinn. With his smile on his face, waving at me.
"Baby, you did not," I smiled as I grabbed my coat and ran down stairs.
"Careful bug, don't fall."
I slipped my shoes on and went outside to see Quinn. I immediately dropped my phone and my coat I grabbed (and was supposed to put on) on the floor and hugged him.
"I should have checked your location," I smiled into the crook of his neck.
"But that would ruin the surprise," He kissed the top of my head, "Missed me that much? Bug I saw you yesterday."
"Yeah, but not today," I smiled.
We broke the hug as he looked at each other with grins on our face. His arms were around my waist and mine were around his neck.
"Hi"
"Hi," I echoed back.
"You know," He rubbed his thumb on my waist, "I have a surprise for you."
I raised an eyebrow, "Quinn if there's a mouse somewhere, I'm going to kill you!"
He laughed, "No mice, promise," he placed a kiss on my forehead, "Come on."
He held my hand as he lead me to his car, "close your eyes! No peaking!"
I closed my eyes shut with a wide smile, "There closed, goodness babe."
He opened his car door, which had a "May I be your Boyfriend" sign with flowers and my favorite chocolate, "Okay open them."
He stood behind me with his arms around my waist as I opened my eyes and saw the sign, I let out a light gasp, "I would be stupid to say no."
I turned around and shared a real kiss with him.
"or when she helped Luke- when she first came to the lake house, you were 14, don't you remember?"
Quinn looked at Luke as he nodded his head, "Yeah... I busted my knee and mom and dad wasn't home so she helped me clean it up."
Luke made a weird face as he thought about his knee, "I might still be traumatized..."
-April, 2017 Michigan Lake house (Quinn's POV)
It was spring break, Y/N's parents would not let her go with me and my family to the Michigan lake house because we were a little too new of a couple to travel to a whole new country, but of course they caved in because Mom always had a way to pursue people.
Mom and dad were going on a dinner date so it was me, Y/N, Luke, and Jack at the house.
"Luke! Don't forget sunscreen!" Jack said as he tossed it to his younger brother.
Luke, young and naive, rolled his eyes as he put it on mumbling something under his breath.
I don't know why younger kids have beef with sunscreen, weird...
"Luke! Im serious, mom's going to kill me if she finds out you have a sun burn on your back," Jack helps his brother put sunscreen on his back and neck.
"I know! I'm doing it, I'm doing it."
Me and Y/N were already outside on the patio. She was curled up on my side. She was wearing her light pink bikini set and light pink stripped linen shorts with a matching blouse.
We had music playing in the background, of course, I let her put anything her heart desires.
"I love this song," Y/N mumbles against my chest, "Did you listen to her new album?"
Her eyes lite up when she mentioned Taylor Swift's new album Reputation, and of coursed, "Call It What You Want" is playing.
"Baby, that's like asking if I played hockey," I pressed a kiss on her forehead, "Of course I did, you made me listen to it on repeat on the plane ride here."
She lets out a giggle, which makes me even more in love with her, "Oh, I forgot." She began to pat down her shorts realizing she forgot her phone.
"What happened?"
"I forgot my phone in the kitchen I'm just going to go-"
"It's fine i'll grab it, stay put and look pretty," I smiled as I fixed her hair, she got off of my chest so I can get up.
"Thanks babe, it's on the charger, so don't get confused."
"I won't!" I went back into the house as Luke was going out.
Luke walked to the patio to put his stuff down, he exchanged a smile to Y/N, they weren't super close yet, but he was slowly opening up to her.
Luke began to run to the dock but slipped making him yelp in pain. His knee began to hurt I assumed because of the way he held onto it.
Before I could even run out, I saw her, I saw Y/N hold Luke like he was the most precious thing in the world, taking care of him so carefully.
His knee looked really bad, the cuts still looked deep from far away.
Y/N held him into his arms, "Hey, hey, It's okay, I'm right here." She took off her blouse and used to clean up some of the blood, I knew that was her favorite, but at the moment, she didn't care.
Luke looked like he was in so much pain.
"Does it hurt a lot?"
Luke Nodded, blinking fast as he clutched onto the nearest hand thinking it was Quinns, but it was hers.
"Okay, we'll clean it up and see how bad it is, and then we can convince Quinn to let you drive the boat for a little when you feel better, does that sound good?"
Not because he owns me
But' cause he really knows me
"That was like one of the moments, where I knew she was the one for me. She didn't ask where mom and dad were, she just...." Quinn paused as his gazed drifted away from his brothers and stared at the box before opening it, "She just took care of you."
Jack gave Quinn a pat on the pack and chuckled lightly, "My dude, you are so down bad for her."
"Wait, wasn't I holding your hand?" Luke asked cluelessly.
Quinn shook his head, "No. She did."
"What?" Luke's eyes widen, "I always thought you did- wait I always thought you were there?"
Jack shook his head, "Damn, you're as stupid as you look."
"Shut up," Luke frowned as he shoved Jacks leg with his feet.
"Ew! get your nasty ass feet off of me!"
"Says you! You have athletics foot or whatever it's called."
"Oh you wanna start Rusty?"
Luke mocked Jacks words as he rolled his eyes.
Before Jack could do anything Quinn stepped in, "Alright, I need you guys in two pieces before the proposal, so stop with whatever you dumbasses do, so good night."
Quinn grabbed the ring box and headed towards the guest bedroom to slip it into the nigh stand before heading to his bed room
-(Y/N POV)
"Q?" I mumbled as I patted Quinn's side of the bed but didn't feel him. Then I heard the bedroom door open, "Huggy?"
Quinn slipped onto his side of the bed and scooped me to his side, "Bug, I'm right here, Jack needed help with something," he kissed my forehead like always and I curled up to his side, "I'm here."
I mumbled something like "Okay" as I drifted safely back to sleep in his arms.
-
The next morning I woke up, still in Quinn's arms, the kind of morning that didn't feel rushed yet. I smiled as the sun hit his face perfectly like it was all planned. I looked to my left to check the time, 8:24. I moved slightly but Quinn's grip only tighten.
"Q, let go for a sec," I whispered.
He only tightened his arm again, burying his face closer to my shoulder.
"Please?"
A beat.
"Be quick," He murmured before placing two kisses on my forehead this time instead of one.
I finally slipped out of Quinn's arms when his breathing evened out again, not to fully wake him up.
The bathroom light felt too bright after the quiet bedroom. I leaned my hands against the counter, staring into my reflection to make sure I was really awake.
I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and only put on light skin care before grabbing Quinn's hoodie that was hanging in the bathroom and slipped it on.
It felt like home.
I turned off the lights in the bathroom and started to walk to the bedroom quietly.
Quinn was sat on the bed, already dressed, and his hands clasped together like he was trying to keep them still.
"There's my huggy bear," I smiled as I walked towards him and gave him a big hug as well as a light peck on his lips, "Good morning."
He wrapped his arms around my waist as he squeezed me extra tight and placed two kisses on my forehead, "Morning bug," he smiled sweetly, "Come on, mom's making breakfast."
We followed the sound of voices down the hall, the quiet of the bedroom giving way to the clatter of dishes and the smell of coffee.
The kitchen was already alive.
Luke and Jack arguing over something dumb, Jim leaning against the counter with a mug in his hand, and Ellen moving between the stove and the table like it was second nature.
Ellen turned her head and smiled at the both of us as she swatted her hand in a "come here" motion. Quinn went to his brothers to go see what they were talking about.
"Hi my baby, good morning" She side hugged me and placed a kiss on top of my head. Ellen always saw me as the daughter she never had. She would mention at dinners all the time how God sent me towards their family's direction.
She is one of the sweetest ladies I've ever meet.
"Good morning," I returned the smile as I hugged her back before I began to help her set up the table.
"I got it! Go sit with Luke and all of them," she frowned softly.
I shook my head as I helped with the place mats and utensils, "Trust me, I would always love to help."
Ellen paused what she was doing as she smiled so genuinely, "I love you, did I ever tell you that?"
I chuckled, "You tell me that all the time. I love you too."
I barely had time to turn back to the counter before Ellen was already shooing everyone toward the table.
“Food’s getting cold,” she called out, loud enough for the whole kitchen. “And I’m not reheating it.”
Luke and Jack finally abandoned their argument, sliding into their usual seats while Jim pulled out a chair at the head of the table. Quinn came over last, dropping into the spot beside me and reaching for my touch under the table like it was instinct.
Ellen set the last plate down before resting her hands on the back of her chair, glancing around at all of us.
"Before you all start planning your day, I forgot to mention that were going to be taking family pictures, and you all better look nice," She looked at Luke specifically towards the end of her sentence.
Luke frowned, "I always look nice, thank you so much mother."
Jim bursted out laughing, "Mhm, sure Luke, that's why for your media day, your curls were all over the place."
"Y/N wasn't in town to fix my hair," Luke pouted.
"Hey! This is my girlfriend, go get your own to fix your hair."
"That's my sister," Luke and Jack blurted out at the same time.
"She likes me better," Luke stuck his tongue out at Jack.
"No, she likes me better!"
"Actually she loves me more than you guys, isn't that right baby?" Quinn smiled as he pressed a kiss on your shoulder.
I chuckled lightly, "Sorry, but, I have to agree with Q on this one," I rolled my eyes, reaching for my coffee. “You two are impossible.”
Ellen waved a hand dismissively. “Stop messing with the girl. Finish eating, then we’ll head out. I want everyone ready in two hours.”
I glanced down at Quinn’s hoodie, suddenly aware of what I was wearing.
Quinn leaned closer. “You look perfect,” he murmured.
"I look like a mess," I whispered back.
He slapped my thigh softly as he shook his head, "No you don't."
Jim pushed his chair back slightly. “Where are we taking these, Ellen?”
She glanced toward the windows, where the morning light spilled in softly. “There’s a spot not too far from here. The view’s beautiful this time of year.”
I nodded, taking another sip of coffee, already mentally planning which shoes wouldn’t make me trip.
Beside me, Quinn was quieter than usual, his fingers tapping once against his mug before stilling.
I didn’t notice. Not yet.
-
I was sitting at the vanity Quinn decided to put in the room four years ago when he knew I was going to be coming every summer. I was curling my hair since I already did my makeup.
"Wait- so what are you wearing?" I clamped a piece as I twirled it around the hair tool.
"Mom said white, so maybe a white button up and blue jeans?" He grabbed some options from the closet before picking a top and putting it on.
I couldn't help but peak at him through the mirror as I began to blush, "You're so handsome baby, did you know that?" I got up as I played the hair tool down, being half down with my hair as I stood by my boyfriend and wrapped my arms around his neck.
His arms automatically went around my wait as he kissed me, soft but passionate, "And you're so beautiful," he muttered against my lips.
He rested his forehead against mine, "Hey Alexa, play 'We belong Together.'"
I laughed as we began to slow dance to the song.
Yes, we belong together
For entirety
My head fell naturally against his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear. We moved slowly, unhurried, like we had nowhere else to be and all the time in the world.
For a moment, everything felt perfectly still.
Just us, the music, and the quiet comfort of knowing we’d found home in each other.
"I love you."
He smiled, his arms tightening around me just slightly.
“Love you more, bug,” he whispered. “Always and forever.”
-
The song faded out, and we lingered there for a second longer, neither of us in a hurry to move. Eventually, Quinn brushed a kiss against my hair and reached for his keys.
“Ready?” he asked.
I wore a white ruffle peplum long sleeve top with blue wide leg jeans. My hair curled perfectly, as well as my makeup, topped it off with a couple bracelets, and my Q necklace Quinn had given me rested against my collarbone.
I nodded, grabbing my bag and slipping on my classic brown cowgirl boots. The house buzzed faintly as we stepped back into the hallway doors opening, voices calling out reminders, Ellen reminding someone to grab a jacket.
Outside, the air was crisp, sunlight filtering through the trees as we walked to the car. Quinn opened my door like he always did, waiting until I was settled before closing it gently.
As he pulled out of the driveway, music hummed softly through the speakers. I rested my elbow against the window, watching the lake disappear behind us, completely content.
I didn’t know where we were headed.
I just knew I was with him and that felt like enough.
-
We had started the morning with a few quick family photos, everyone laughing and shifting positions as Ellen tried to wrangle my brothers into smiling at the same time. I had barely noticed the camera snapping. I was too busy enjoying the warmth of my family around me, the sun spilling over the mountain ridge behind us.
After the last family shot, Ellen gave a small nod to the photographer. “Alright, you two,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “Time for just Y/N and Quinn.”
Quinn reached for my hand, his touch sending a familiar thrill down my arm. The world seemed to shrink, the mountains and trees fading into the background as all that mattered was him. We moved closer together, naturally laughing at the awkward poses the photographer suggested, Quinn’s hand brushing mine in that effortless way that always made my heart skip.
It was just the two of us now, no one else, no distractions, only the mountains, the soft breeze, and the feeling that something big was about to happen.
"Give me big smiles, okay now Y/N, babe, face me," the camera clicked as I smiled, "Nice, now Quinn run to her and hug her from behind, cute!"
Quinn laughed, spinning around before wrapping his arms around me from behind. I leaned back against him, laughing as the camera captured the moment, the sunlight glinting off his hair. “Perfect,” the photographer called out, snapping a few more shots.
I laughed as he spun me around as we kissed softly, it didn't even feel like the camera was there.
We tried a few more poses. Walking hand in hand along the rocky path, pretending to whisper secrets, stealing quick, playful glances at each other. Every time Quinn’s fingers brushed mine, my heart jumped, though I couldn’t explain why. There was a tension there, an excitement that made me want to stay in that moment forever.
“Okay, now just a quiet one,” the photographer said softly. “Look at each other, forget me.”
Quinn pulled me close, our foreheads resting together, and for a second, the mountains fell away. It was just us, years of memories, laughter, and quiet moments packed into a single heartbeat. I could feel the warmth radiating off him, and I knew, somehow, that this was the calm before something unforgettable.
"Last one, Y/N face me, Quinn stand behind her, but not so closely," the photographer smiled, "Perfect."
I smiled as I titled my head slightly to the side not noticing that Quinn was currently getting on one knee pulling at a ring box.
"Honey turn around for me," She said as I turned around and felt like my world just stopped.
Quinn’s eyes were locked on mine, and my breath caught in my throat. The velvet box in his hands seemed to glow in the morning sun, the small ring inside catching the light just so. “Bug…” His voice wavered, just enough to make my heart tighten.
The world around us blurred, the mountains, the breeze, even the photographer seemed to fade into the background. All I could see was him, standing there, vulnerable and nervous, yet utterly certain. Memories of every late-night conversation, every laugh, every quiet moment together since September 2016, flashed through my mind.
“I—” he swallowed hard, “I've found out the day I wanted to marry you was when I asked you to be my girlfriend- or when you helped Luke the day he fell at the dock. I am deeply in love with you. Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”
While he said his speech you could hear sniffles from me since I was already bawling my eyes out, I was full on sobbing.
Before I could even say anything I went on my knees as I hugged him so tightly on sobbed on his shoulders.
“Yes,” I whispered, my voice breaking before I could stop it. I nodded through my tears, laughing as they spilled over. “Yes, Quinn. A thousand times yes.”
Quinn slipped on the golden band ring with a 3 carat pink diamond ring.
Then I said something stupid which made everyone laugh, "OH MY GOSH! It's a pink diamond!" I smiled so widely with tears on my face as I looked at the ring with Quinn even with my hands so shaky, "I love you so much! I love you, I love you, I love you!"
I pressed kisses all over his face before giving him a tight hug.
"Bug, I love you more than anything."
Behind us, both of our families erupted in cheers and laughter. Quinn’s parents were clapping, his brothers grinning like they’d been waiting for this moment forever, and then I spotted my own parents, beaming and wiping tears from their eyes. My little brother was practically jumping up and down, and I could see my sister laughing so hard she had to cover her face.
The overwhelming joy hit me all at once. I buried my face in Quinn’s chest, shaking with happy sobs, and muttered, “I… I can’t believe this… I’m so happy!”
Quinn held me tight, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back. “It’s real, baby. You’re stuck with me forever now,” he teased softly, making me laugh and cry at the same time.
The photographer snapped rapidly, capturing every unguarded moment, my tears and laughter, Quinn’s goofy grin, and both our families’ faces glowing with happiness.
It wasn’t just a proposal, it was a memory we’d all carry forever.
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but you had other plans.
he was right on the bridge of cumming; he was right fucking there, and then you pulled his cock out of you. just as he was about to fill you full, his cock was red and throbbing against his stomach, his face was contorted while you sat on his thighs looking at how ruined his orgasm was and how he looked so defeated now.
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