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“Nice to meet you, Tony. I’m Y/N,” you said, getting lost in his eyes. He noticed the way you bit down on your lip as you stared at him. He was an investigator after all, which meant it was his job to notice body language cues.

That meant he could tell you were just as into him as he was into you.

“That’s a beautiful name. I see you’re stuck in the infamous line for a visitor badge, but today is your lucky day. You see, very beautiful women do not have to wait in this line, come with me.” He said, lifting the queue rope out of your way, so you could walk under it.

“I didn’t know NCIS had this policy,” you said, tilting your head to the side. He smirked at you. “Don’t worry. You are a beautiful woman, and we will make sure you are very well taken care of,” he said, with a twinkle in his eye.

He gestured for you to follow him. He walked straight to the front of the line. “Hey, Brian. I need a visitor pass, man,” Tony said, chatting up the man working at the counter. He quickly was handed the pass, and he turned around with a smile.

He slowly clipped the badge onto your shirt, staring into your eyes as he did it. He walked you over to the elevator, where you both waited for the doors to open.

You weren’t ashamed to admit you were checking him out. He was doing the same to you.

The elevator doors opened slowly. “Ladies first,” he gestured for you to walk inside.

As soon as you did, his phone started ringing. He whipped it out of his pocket and looked at the name. “Shit, this is my boss. I really gotta take this. It was really nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said, smiling at you. The elevator doors closed, and you traveled up to the floor Gibbs had told you to go to.

You noticed Gibbs sitting at his desk and headed in his direction.

He jumped up from his seat when he saw you. “Good morning,” he said, walking up to you and kissing your cheek.

“It’s nice to see you, Gibbs.” You said, smiling at him. He grabbed a spare chair and rolled it over to his desk, so you could sit beside him.

“Y/N, this is Tim McGee,” he introduced you to the man sitting across the room from him. You quickly shook his hand. “It’s nice to meet you. You are Gibbs’s ?” He started to ask.

“Goddaughter. It’s nice to meet you too,” you said, politely.

“Traffic not too bad this morning?” Gibbs asked, taking a seat. You copied his behavior, sitting down on the chair. “I took the subway because traffic was supposed to be terrible.” You told him.

You noticed two cups of coffee on his desk. “You really have to work on that caffeine addiction of yours,” you joked. He chuckled to himself. “One is for you,” he said, handing you the cup.

“Well in that case, I guess I’ll allow it,” you teased. You took a sip and realized it was black coffee. You made a face as the bitter liquid hit your taste buds. “This one is yours,” you said, switching cups with Gibbs.

McGee was shocked. He had never seen Gibbs let someone drink out of his cup and not throw it away after. This was a whole new side to Gibbs.

“So, is there anyway you could find me information on a guy I ran into in the lobby? A cute guy. He worked here.” You asked, doing puppy eyes at Gibbs.

He wrapped his arm around you. “I love you, but I don’t need to know about your love life. That’s too much information for me. Talk to McGee about it, he’s the computer guy.” Gibbs replied.

You giggled to yourself at the disgust on his face when you mentioned a cute guy. Gibbs was very protective over you.

Tony arrived on the floor and stepped out of the elevator. Heading to his desk, he spotted McGee. “McProbie, I need you to look at security footage from the lobby. I was talking to this absolutely gorgeous girl.” Tony explained. You started giggling to yourself as you recognized him.

Tony wasn’t looking at Gibbs, so he hadn’t even noticed you yet. “She shouldn’t be too hard to find,” Gibbs chimed in, causing Tony to look in your direction. Tony froze when saw you sitting next to Gibbs.

“She’s not an ex-wife, right?” Tony joked, trying to ease the tension. He knew Gibbs was protective, and whatever Gibbs’ relationship to you was, Gibbs wouldn’t like Tony hitting on you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Gibbs scowling at Tony. “This is my goddaughter,” Gibbs snapped.

“I’m feeling like I should shut my mouth now,” Tony said, sinking down to sit on his chair. “Good idea,” McGee said, chuckling at the situation.

“Really? Dinozzo is the guy?” Gibbs asked, looking over at you. You shrugged with a smirk on your face. “What? He’s charming,” you said, feeling like a schoolgirl.

Your gaze drifted back over to Tony. He winked at you, causing your cheeks to heat up.

“Dinozzo, go flirt somewhere else.” Gibbs snapped.

Tony was a little too eager. “Really, boss?” He asked, getting excited. Then, he got a glare that told him that Gibbs was telling him to stop flirting.

“Nevermind, I’m shutting up now,” Tony said, focusing back on his computer. The room got deathly silent as the three men continued working.

You noticed how McGee would smile to himself every time that Gibbs glared at Tony. McGee was very entertained by the whole situation. Gibbs, not so much.

Gibbs phone began to ring. He snatched it up off the desk before answering. He said a few words, and then stood up from his seat.

“I’m going down to Abby’s lab. You two? Not happening.” Gibbs said, before walking out of the room.

As soon as Gibbs got in the elevator, Tony walked over to you. “How about we go get some privacy?” He whispered, with a smirk on his face. He grabbed your hands, helping you up from your seat.

“Probie, cover for me,” Tony said, as he placed his hand on the small of your back and guided you. “If Gibbs catches you, you’re dead,” McGee called out.

Tony led you over to behind the stairs. “So, Gibbs’ goddaughter, huh? What’s that like?” He asked you, curiously.

“He’s the only father figure I’ve ever had, so he cares too much sometimes. And being over-protective when it comes to future boyfriends is just part of the deal.” You told him.

“Future boyfriend?” He quipped, smirking at you. You hadn’t completely meant to say it. It kind of just slipped out. You felt your cheeks heat up.

“Well, if you wanna be,” you replied, putting the ball in his court. “Oh, trust me, I wanna be,” he said, leaning in and kissing you. He weaved his fingers through your hair as your lips moved against his.

You ran your fingers over his stomach. You could feel his muscles through his shirt. His lips tasted like vanilla, and you felt like you were addicted to the taste.

You had a fluttery feeling in your stomach as he moved one of his hands to your waist. He pulled away to take a breath. “God, Gibbs would kill me for doing this,” he mumbled.

He leaned in to kiss you again, but you pulled your head back. “If you want to be a future boyfriend, you’re gonna have to stop thinking about my godfather when you’re kissing me.” You told him, running your fingers over the lapels of his jacket.

“Yes, ma'am,” he nodded, leaning back in to kiss you again. You let your lips connect this time. You were glad Tony had picked a more private place for you both to talk.

He moved your hands so they were resting on his sides underneath his jacket. He smirked against your lips. You ran your hands up and down his sides as he held your waist with one hand and cupped your face with the other.

Gibbs cleared his throat. You both jumped apart. Tony quickly smoothed out his shirt and his jacket. “Hiya, boss,” Tony said, nervously.

Gibbs took a step closer to him. “If you hurt her, you will be in a world of hurt, Dinozzo.” Gibbs threatened. He walked back towards his desk.

Tony stepped back closer to you. “So, you have any plans tonight?” He asked you, smoothing out where he had ruffled your hair.

“That depends on if you’re actually going to ask me out.” You smirked up at him. He was surprised by your little sarcastic comebacks and kind of turned on by them too.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to do,” he said, grabbing your waist. His lips lightly grazed against yours.

You moved his hands off of you and took a step backwards. “Still waiting for you to ask,” you quipped.

He smiled at you. “Would you like to go get dinner tonight?” He asked, grabbing one of your hands. From the expression on your face, he knew you were waiting for more.

He wasn’t sure what you were waiting for, but he knew there was more. “And…?” He hesitated, trying to read your mind.

“And come back to your place,” you whispered, finishing his sentence for him.

“And come back to my place?” He repeated what you said, as if trying to fully process it. His eyes were wide, and his shock was obvious.

“And what would we be doing at my place?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. You smirked at him, and he felt his stomach do a flip.

“Use your imagination, Dinozzo,” you whispered in his ear, winking at him. He almost felt weak in his knees. “I can’t say no to that,” he replied.

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him in for another kiss. He was quick to kiss you back. You were like a drug to him.

“Dinozzo, back to work!” Gibbs snapped from the other side of the stairs.

He pulled out of the kiss and sighed. “On it, boss,” he replied. You grabbed his hand before he could walk away from you. “Wait a minute,” you whispered.

You wiped your lipstick off his lips quickly. “I’ll see you tonight,” he said, returning to his desk.

You were right behind him, taking your seat back next to Gibbs.

“Now you know why I waited so long for you to visit me at work.” Gibbs said, looking over at you.

“You knew this would happen?” You asked, shocked. This also caught Tony’s attention.

“Yeah, I knew. I know you both like the back of my hand. Whether I like it or not, you both are a great fit.” He admitted.

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It had started on med school rotation, after meeting the chief attending. You were fresh-eyed and eager, just coming off an internal medicine rotation. The ED had been a mess you were not quite expecting. You knew almost immediately that it was not the place for you, but you had every intention of finishing the rotation just to prove to yourself that you could.

You flustered in his company, heart beating like a hummingbird's wings and you felt just as delicate. A crush on your attending felt like a break in protocol, a break in your carefully curated plan of med school, residency, attending or physician in a clinic. You were hung up on his age, which helped you keep your distance, and eventually you just tried to avoid him unless he was showing you something.

Sticking closer to Langdon or Collins felt like a safer bet until the rotation was through.

It was impossible to avoid him forever, it seemed, especially in the chaos of the Pitt. Two patients had been rushed in after an MVA — and you raced behind Langdon as he got the vitals of the first patient.

Seven month pregnant woman, awake and alert, with abrasions along her arms and legs, but a bruise already forming from the seatbelt. She grabbed your hand while Langdon was rattling off her vitals as she was rolled into Trauma-1.

“You’ve got to save my baby,” she cried, face scrunched in pain. “Please, it’s too soon.”

It squeezed your heart and you wordlessly nodded at her. “We’re doing everything we can.”

Robby walked into the room with an air of confidence, and it seemed to reassure you. Until her blood pressure crashed and the code blue began — L&D had been called, but they had yet to make it. You each took turns with compressions, and you felt as if you had completely stopped breathing.

The main focus had been to bring back the woman, even as the fetal heartbeat stuttered to a stop. A L&D attending rushed in the assess the situation, and you moved out of the way until your back hit the wall, stuck frozen as the scene played out.

The attending and Robby argued back and forth over something, but everything sounded like a high pitched whine. Langdon resumed compressions and you eventually got control of your limbs again, only to run out of the room.

Your breathing had come in shallow pants, like your lungs could not take in the air you desperately needed. You vaguely heard Dana call out to you, but perhaps it had been in your head. Everything felt like it was closing in on you, like despite any efforts made, it still would never be enough.

You found the stairwell without meaning to and collapsed on the stairs. Seconds blurred into minutes as you sat there, head between your knees so you didn’t throw up or pass out. Just hours before, you had been stone faced and helpful when a man had come in holding his intestines in his hands. The blood or the gore had not phased you — but this woman? Her baby?

It rattled something to your core.

Someone sat beside you, not speaking, simply just sitting. It made your hairs stand on end, and when you pulled your head up to look at them, you realized your vision had gone blurry. You frantically wiped away your tears to see Robby sitting there, elbows on his knees, hands together, looking down at the tile like it had personally offended him.

“Dr. Robby,” you said, sticking the heels of your hands into your eyes to try to stop the tears. “I’m sorry—I won’t—it—that won’t happen again.”

He glanced over at you, “First one is always the hardest.”

You sucked in a breath, “So she’s—”

He nodded solemnly, “Fischer thinks the baby might make it.”

You swallowed thickly, “That’s good.”

Silence encased you, but the rush of anxiety being alone with him did not flush through your system. While it was a painful silence, it was one being shared.

The way his eyes swept over your face made you blush, “You’re doing good, kid.”

“I don’t think emergency medicine is for me.” You told him, like it was some moral failing.

He blinked, “Your options are always open. Your next rotation, you might find something you love.”

“When I got placed here, I guess I just wanted to prove that I could do it, you know?”

“And aren’t you?” He asked, “One patient doesn’t change the fact that you’re still doing well. Hard worker, dedicated, eager to learn and you’re excellent with patients. I can clearly see that you care.”

Heat warmed your cheeks.

He stood slowly and extended his hand, “Let’s get back out there so you can kick this rotation’s ass.”

You barked a laugh before covering your mouth with your hand. You grabbed his hand and stood, ignoring your burning cheeks.

“Thank you, Dr. Robby.”

He let go of your hand and nodded, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate, yeah?”

You smiled at him.

—

The end of your rotation came with a bit more sadness than you had expected. Not so much to be leaving the Pitt — you were quite happy about that — but the fact that you were not likely to see Robby again.

On your last day, Robby tried to have you in as many complicated cases as he could — even when only a few came through the door. He wanted for you to take as much knowledge from your time in the Pitt as possible, and you found it incredibly endearing. You shadowed him for a majority of the day, rather than Langdon or Collins.

Though, the evening came without fanfare — only people wishing you luck on your next rotation and you bid them goodbye. Robby walked with you outside.

He rubbed the back of his neck when you stopped on the sidewalk, and he looked away from you. He pulled a yellow sticky note out of his pocket, before handing it over to you. His name was scrawled at the top in his messy script, and underneath laid a seven digit number preceded by the Pittsburgh area code.

Robby’s phone number.

Your breath caught in your throat and you looked him in the eyes.

“In case you ever need anything. School. Rotations. Life. Just uh…give me a call. Or a text.”

You looked back down at it as your heart thundered nervously in your chest. After a few frantic beats, you finally got yourself to smile at him. “Thank you, Dr. Robby.

“Uh, just Robby’s fine. Or Mike—Michael, works too.”

“Thank you,” you repeated, “Robby.”

You ended up reaching out to him a lot sooner than you were expecting, asking if he was free to meet over coffee to discuss your upcoming COMAT exam. Despite having zero time to study, you truly just wanted to be able to see him again, perhaps pick his brain about some of the specialties you were thinking of, but certainly not the exam.

When you met up, it was easy to talk about what you had been up to, how you were liking family medicine, and how he had been since you had last seen him.

You were thankful that it didn’t feel awkward or forced. The attraction you had felt for him back in the Pitt had come crawling back into your chest and made it as if it had never left. His warm brown eyes on yours made it obvious it never had.

Talking over coffee became a weekly occurrence after that. Part of it felt inappropriate as the conversations ebbed away from school and his advice, and closer to something a touch more intimate and mature.

You wondered if he was just placating you, or perhaps even pitying you, until several weeks later. He had sat down red cheeked and flustered, though you were quick to see it was not from the biting Pittsburgh wind.

“You alright, Robby?”

He met your eyes quickly, before glancing away again. “I don’t know if this is forward—I was hoping you might want to grab dinner sometime?”

You stared at him, momentarily dumbfounded. “Are you asking me out?”

“That would be…” He sighed, before rushing out, “Yeah, yeah I am.”

Your smile seemed to ease the tension in his shoulders.

“Dinner sounds good.”

—

It had been difficult to figure out, to say the least. While your age gap was controversial to many, it only reared its head to you when Robby mentioned an old movie quote that had you raising a questioning eyebrow at him. He would look mildly dumbfounded that you hadn’t seen it, or hadn’t heard the song he was humming, before resorting to show it to you.

You hadn’t enjoyed the judgment at first, but you knew his intentions were not bad — he was not looking to just have sex with you, which was refreshing. None of the guys in your program were particularly interested in anything serious, and most of the men you had met outside med school were too intimidated to seek much else. Like you, Robby was looking for something serious.

You were just surprised to find it before residency in the sad-eyed attending from your last rotation. But it was good, and no one could take that from you.

Robby wasn’t looking to rush or pressure you, and you weren’t looking to fool around and break his heart. Boundaries were easily set, and expectations laid out, and soon enough, he was calling you his girlfriend.

Your parents would likely have an aneurysm once they found out his age — they had already made a fuss to find out you were dating, “don’t let this impact your grades, young lady!” — but you had decided to wait until graduation, over a year away. Robby had respected your decision, knowing how focused you were on studying. You knew he had been nervous to meet them, and you would be lying to yourself if you weren’t nervous, too.

Robby was nearly your father’s age, which had bridged some uncomfortable conversations early on about daddy issues.

Your nose scrunched up, “I really don’t think that’s what it is. I’m not seeing you to get under his skin, or get his attention, or resolve some trauma about my father. It’s a lot less complicated than that.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“I like you. I enjoy talking with you. I enjoy watching those stupid old movies,” part of your lip quirked up, “but more importantly, I like how you make me feel. I like who I am when I’m with you. I don’t feel like I have to hide or pretend, or try to be something I’m not.”

“You just get to be.” Robby said, finishing your thought.

You lit up at the way he seemed to immediately understand.

“And for the record, 80’s movies aren’t old.” His frown was playful.

You laughed, “Whatever you say, old man.”

You ended up paying for that comment all night long, more-so to prove a point, but you could hardly complain. At least not until the following morning when you woke with a soreness that should have been a crime and an ache for more that was completely impure.

A few months rolled into a year and eventually you started the fall semester with a rotation in pediatrics as an MS4. It was hard not to venture down in the Pitt to visit Robby, but after about a week, you got up the nerve to go and say hello.

You spoke with Dana, and Collins, waving at Princess and Perlah as they passed. Dana was happy to see you, and asked how you were faring upstairs.

“A lot better than I was down in here.” You chuckled.

Dana waved it off, “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, kid. I know you’ll find something.”

You bid a goodbye with a promise to stop by again — subtly looking for Robby, and now having an excuse to see him during this rotation. He looked surprised to see you, and played up the pleasantries as to not look obvious.

“What a surprise. You wanna come back to the Pitt?”

You laughed, “No.”

Robby liked to keep his private life out of prying eyes, and certainly away from the gossiping nurses, and you respected that. You let him walk you out, exchanging small talk. Once outside, he snuck a quick kiss.

“Meet you at mine tonight?”

“Me and my textbooks will be there.” You said with a smile.

—

Pittfest had been a nightmare made real, and finding Robby on that roof after only twelve hours since Jack had been in the same spot had made him worry. Robby had looked so broken, and after the day Dana had, Jack had volunteered to be the one to go check on him.

Knocking on Robby’s apartment door, a six pack in hand to have an excuse to show up, the last thing Jack had expected was a pretty young thing to answer his door. Jack blinked dumbly, looking back to the apartment number, thinking perhaps he had knocked on the wrong door.

Looking back to you, Jack noticed you were dressed in a hoodie he knew was Robby’s — hems frayed and collar worn out, the university lettering fading with use. Your eyes moved from his face to the case of beer in his hand then back to his face.

Jack finally got his lips to move, “Is Robby home?”

You only blinked, and then smiled softly. You called for him over your shoulder, and Robby came from around the corner with his eyebrows drawn close in confusion. He still looked completely worn down, but he was in new clothes.

“Hey, brother,” Jack ventured, glancing at you in the corner of his eye.

Robby’s head moved just a hair in the slightest nod. It was a movement Jack barely registered, but you had.

You introduced yourself quickly, and Jack shook your hand before coming inside. You disappeared into the kitchen, out of eyesight.

Jack raised an eyebrow at him, setting the beer on the coffee table.

“I didn’t realize you were…seeing someone.”

Robby rubbed the back of his neck, sighing, “Yeah.”

Jack sat on one of the L-shaped couch, cracking open one of the beers. He handed one over and Robby took it.

“Wanted to check in…finding you on that rooftop, I didn’t want you to be alone.” Jack looked toward the kitchen. “Didn’t realize you wouldn’t be.”

Robby only shrugged, “Told her to stay home, meet me here.”

Jack absorbed the information, “She a…resident?”

It was easy to see the rose color tinting at his cheeks, “Med student.”

Jack let out a low whistle, “How the hell did you manage that?”

“She passed through the Pitt on rotation.” Robby offered, looking at the beer in his hand. “Started seeing each other after that.”

“So you’ve got game.” Jack nodded, smirking slightly.

Robby chuckled, sipping his beer.

“Can she even drink one of these?”

Robby choked on the liquid, coughing a few times before looking at Jack wildly. “She’s twenty-three.”

Jack raised his hands in defense, “Had to ask.”

Robby’s nose scrunched up, “I’m not a—”

“I know, I know.” Jack said, “So you drop off at school?”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Robby shook his head, rubbing a hand on his face.

“Alright, she drop you off at the old folks—”

“You done?” Robby deadpanned.

“Okay, okay. That was the last one.” Jack chuckled.

Robby laughed, so many pent up emotions clearly overflowing. He took a few deep breaths and shook his head.

“What a day. Thought I had a few more months before I broke the news to everyone slowly.”

Jack raised an eyebrow at him, “You were gonna tell us?”

“Eventually. We wanted to take our time — knew how people were likely going to respond.”

Jack frowned.

You appeared again, sweatpants now joining the oversized sweatshirt — Robby’s sweatshirt. You smiled sheepishly, taking a seat beside Robby. The sleeves were just a bit too long for you, but you looked at home in it.

Jack’s mind was swimming — looking to just check in on his friend and instead finding a relationship Robby had kept secret from everyone. His mind kept jumping to you using his friend, or his friend seeking companionship in problematic places — until your hands intertwined and Robby’s entire body relaxed.

The way your eyes swept over Robby’s face with affection dripping with love and care, or the way he kissed the back of your hand like it was holding him together. The way Robby looked at you like Jack was not even there, and you smiled back at him with a soft adoration, quiet and tired, but deliberate. Deliberate in the way someone chose to care about someone else, a decision made every day, even when it got hard.

Jack settled deeper into the couch, no longer on guard, no longer concerned his friend would fall flat on his face after falling in too deep.

“I’m happy for you.” Jack told you both, and Robby smiled at him genuinely. Jack took a quick swing of his beer, smiling to himself.

Dana was going to love Jack’s update in the morning.

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JOS VERSTAPPEN was not a nice man, and an even worse father. He was demanding and mean, pushing his driving legacy onto his children. Well, onto Max. When his first child was a girl Jos was not happy. He didn’t think a girl could uphold such a prestige, so he never tried hard. You gave your all to impress your father but it was never enough for him. Then a few years later, he got Max, and when Max was of age he immediately started karting. You were quickly pushed to the back of his mind.

Through the years, even though you did better than Max, he still never cared about you as much as he did Max. Which is definitely saying something. You made your career as the youngest female driver to ever get second in the F2 Championship at 16 years old. At the last race, when you solidified your position as second in the WDC, you will always remember how your 12 year old baby brother went running up to you, pride swelling in his eyes.

He kept chanting your praises and hugged you tightly around your waist. Tears were brought to your eyes and you hugged him back. You took Max up to the podium with you and celebrated with the whole world watching. Except, Jos. His arms were crossed as he barely spared you a glance. That was the last time your heart broke because of him. You swore to yourself, you’d be there for Max how your father never was, and you’d stop relying on him to validate you.

Your success put you on the radar for many teams. The one you went with, was Red Bull. You joined their academy and were their first female reserve. There you met Daniel and became quick friends. Years later, when Max joined Toro Rosso you’d been driving for Red Bull for years already. You were the one that pushed for Max to be your reserve the following year, and everything fell into place.

Now you were 28. You had four consecutive vice championships under your wing and were driving alongside your two-consecutive championship winning brother. Everyone called you the ‘Wonder Twins’ and your family legacy had never burned brighter.

You were having a relaxing dinner with your brother and best friend, reminiscing on your life and how lucky you were. While Daniel and Max took over most of the conversation and were laughing the entire time, you memorized this night to remember it forever. Unbeknownst to Max, your boyfriend of four years was sitting further back in the restaurant having his own night. Glances were being passed back and forth between you to as your relationship was still a secret.

•••

It was 2018, after the Singapore race. The whole grid was out at some club and even some principals and team members joined you.

You and Danny were having the best time dancing and drinking, when you felt someone’s eyes on you. Finding the source gave you a shock and surprise to see Toto staring at you. When your eyes met, he sent a wink your way that made you blush and look back at Daniel. Hurriedly you whispered to him what had happened and the Aussie was at a loss for words. He knew of your little crush on the Austrian often teased you about it, but he never thought the crush would be reciprocated. Nonetheless he matched your excitement and decided you would do something about it.

Danny fluffed up your hair, and your ego, while encouraging you to go talk to him. ‘Open, lemme see your teeth,’ Daniel made a face at you telling you to do the same. You did and he confirmed that nothing was there. ‘Right, go at ‘em!’ He started to push you towards the bar.

‘What am i supposed to say!’ You started panicking while trying to look calm.

‘Turn up that Dutch charm or something! You’ve got this,’ Daniel winked and sent you on your way with a gentle pat on the back.

You were skeptical that Toto would even follow you to the bar. But he did. And somewhere in the night, small talk and glances turned into light touches and smiles. Which turned to laughs and close proximity, which led you going back to the hotel room with him for more privacy and a nightcap. The night was one to really remember as it started what you could only describe as the best thing to happen to you. The morning after wasn’t a walk of shame, no, your held was high and you were filled with joy and you stumbled all the way back to your room, eager to tell Danny all the details.

•••

You were brought back to reality as Daniel kicked you under the table and cleared his throat. Your face burned from how long you kept eye contact from across the room, while your brother sitting a foot away. ‘Sorry, I spaced out,’ you laughed and took a sip of your wine.

'You spend too much of your time with us,' Max sighed and looked at Daniel for his agreement.

‘Max,’ you chuckled, ‘You guys are my best friends, and you’re also my brother, why wouldn’t I spend time with you?’ You asked.

‘I’m just saying, you’re with us all the time. And when you’re not you’re always in your room or by yourself,’ Max stated like it was fact. Daniel let out a quick laugh at the idea of you always being ‘alone’ when he knew where you really were.

This time you kicked him, ‘And what’s wrong with that?’

‘Darling we can’t be your only friends,’ Daniel teased. You shot him a deadpanned look and pretended to laugh.

‘I’m serious!’ Max looked almost offended that you and Daniel weren’t taking it as seriously as he was. Both of you immediately turned to him and looked concerned. ‘Daniel has Heidi, I have Kelly, you’re not getting any younger and you don’t have anyone.’

Your mouth was agape, did he just call you old? Daniel couldn’t hold his laughter in anymore and in classic honey badger style, he bursted out and was laughing so hard he couldn’t breath.

‘Max, I can assure you, you don’t have to worry about me.’ You tried to calm this conversation and put it to an end.

Much to your chagrin it didn’t really end. Max went on for a little while longer and you couldn’t have wished to not be there any more. When he finally got up to go to the bathroom, you slumped down in your chair.

Daniel was trying to get his breath back and was drinking his water. 'What was that? Max never cared about my love life!' You pinched your nose bridge and put your head down on the table.

'Why don't you just tell him? It's been four years, I don't think its too fresh anymore.'

'Oh yeah like it's that easy, 'Oh hey Max! I've been dating the Team Principal of Mercedes for years now, i just never told you!' You pretended to smile and used the fakest high pitched voice you had.

'You sarcastic little girl, it's not that big a deal. If you love each other, what's the big deal?'

'Okay don't call me a little girl you're like a few years older than me. Ugh, I miss the days when we had a PR relationship for publicity. No one asked me about my love life back then,' You groaned and took an even larger sip of your wine, the cup almost empty now.

'Just eat your food and stop sulking. You're secretly dating tall, dark, handsome, and hunky, like your life is so hard. Poor Romeo and Juliet.’ Daniel cut a piece off his steak and went back to eating. 'You're leading the championship and getting dicked down-‘

'Daniel!'

•••

You were all at Silverstone now. You just finished qualifying and the feelings were mixed. Max had unfortunately not done as well, but 6th wasn’t horrible. He was sure to make it up.

You were on your way back to your hotel when you got a message from Toto. Unfortunately for him, Lewis and George struggled a little more than they’d prefer. Toto had asked the front desk for an extra key to his room and had given it you prior. He wanted a bit of comfort tonight. He already let out his anger in the garage earlier, he would need another headset for tomorrow, and he wanted you to spend the night. you told him you’d be right over as soon as you were ready.

So a shower and an outfit change later, you were running over to his room and sliding the room key in as quick as you could. You always had to make sure no one saw when either of you went to the others room, so you’d gotten fairly good at it over the years.

As soon as you closed and locked the door, behind you came a pair of arms what wrapped themselves quickly around your waist. ‘Oh, meine liebe,’ the arms sighed in the crook of your neck.

‘Hello my darling,’ you leaned backwards onto the strong chest of your boyfriend and rested one hand around his neck, where his head was pressing kisses on yours. ‘How are you?’

He spun you around in his arms so he could rest his forehead on top your head. ‘Qualifying was piss poor, it seems we can’t get out of 7th and 8th.’

‘If it makes you feel any better, Alonso hasn’t been doing too well these last races. If Lewis manages to move even a few places the gap will tightens between them.’ You rubbed your hands up and down his back, trying yo offer some comforting words.

‘How can you be so impartial?’ He pressed a long kiss to your lips. ‘We’re from rival teams, shouldn’t you pray for our downfall?’ he kissed you again.

This time when he started to pull away you went to your tippy toes chasing after him, ‘We can both succeed without hurting the other.’ One of your hands was behind his neck, the other in his hair. ‘Well, so long as I’m winning.’ Each time he kissed you grew more passionate and desperate than the last. Neither of you had even realized that you’d walked backwards onto the bed until Toto’s legs hit the frame and you both fell.

After his back hit the mattress and you braces yourself on his chest you both erupted into laughter. You laid with your head and arms in his chest as he put one behind his head so he could see you properly. ‘It’s only a good race if you win darling,’ the look in his eyes was so intense you could feel your whole body get hotter.

Your ears grew red as you two kept the silence and just, stared. ‘I love you,’ you softly said.

‘I love you,’ his thick accented voice soothed your heart and made it swell four times the size.

‘I wish we didn’t have to keep everything so secret,’ you uttered in a sort of defeated tone.

‘Meine liebe, I’d get all those silly little social media apps just to tell the whole world about us if you asked.’ He sat up, and pulled you with him into an upright position. You were straddling his lap, arms around his waist, as he pulled you in for a deep kiss, all in an effort to emphasize his love for you.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t like it when he held you like you weighed nothing. At eye level with him now, you couldn’t hold back anymore and jumped at his face. You kissed him so quickly and deeply you could’ve sworn he gasped. You nibbled on his lip and he let out a groan that you immediately swallowed, the sound only sending you into hyperdrive. Your intensity fueled him and you both became hungry for each other. Hands roaming and bodies moving in sync with each other.

His hands gripped your thighs and you tightened your legs around his waist. Once again, like you weight nothing, he took advantage of your tightening around him and lifted you up so he could further up the bed. Not once did you disconnect from each other as the night began to escalate.

He laid you down on your back and hovered over you, only a mere few inches from laying on you. Lips swollen and eyes dilated in lust you uttered ‘I love yours’ once more before connecting your lips for what feels like the tenth time that night.

All you were was a mess of sweaty skin, hushed breaths and some of the most explicit sounds that would make anyone blush. Nights like these, we’re you were able to care for each other and pretend the world outside didn’t exist were your favorite. Nights where you two could just be in love, not Mercedes Team Principal and Red Bulls Golden Girl.

Nights like these where you were Romeo and Juliet, fighting against your families and becoming your own.

•••

It was the last lap of Silverstone and adrenaline was running high. Your father had shown up to this race which already put you in a sour mood, you just wanted him to leave. You had Lando pushing behind you, granted the gap was 11.63 seconds but you wanted it to stay that way. Your only goal now was to get fastest lap to really tie it in. All these years later and you were still desperate for your father to see how good you were. See how you did it all by yourself.

You knew that behind Lando was Max, and even though you would always wish the best for the papaya boy, you knew that if max couldn’t overtake Jos would not be happy. His permanently disappoint disposition still hurt Max and it hurt you to see it.

Tension was running high as the race was coming to a close. There wasn’t a sound you could hear besides your own heart and you crossed the finish line. Lando followed behind and Max just .01 of a second behind him. It was close, and you were just so happy for both of them that you didn’t care if your brother didn’t overtake him.

When the final lap was over and you parked your car, the first thing you did was take off your helmet and look at the crowds. Amongst the cheering crowds, McLaren going wild and Red Bull screaming at the top of their lungs you watched as your brother pulled into the third spot and got out. Max made eye contact with your father and you could watch his heart break. Although he had preformed so well Jos was never pleased.

This ignited something in your veins. You watched him cross his arms and stand silently in the crow of cheering Red Bulls, the cameras showing off the orange army going insane in the bleachers. Yet somehow, the happiness couldn’t rub off on him.

You were tired of him.

You couldn’t take a single second of his attitude anymore.

So with all your courage and fire, you arm over to where Mercedes had piled off to the side. Your pushing through the crowds caught the cameras attention and all eyes were on you.

There in that second there was only one thought in your head. One idea: and you were going to follow through. You always do. You found Toto looking around shocked and confused as to why you were right in front of him. And in that second, you kissed him.

You brought both of your hands up to cup his face and you smashed your lips against his. As if the world melted around you his hands found your hips and the two of you were pushing so hard into each other, it was hard to tell where you ended and he started.

Just like the night before, you were one. You weren’t Mercedes v. Red Bull. You were boy and girl, hopelessly in love.

The crowd and gone silent.

You two pulled away ever so slightly, foreheads rested against the others as Toto supported your weight so you didn’t have to strain your feet too much to reach him. Despite just hard launching your relationship without any kind of talking about it before hand, the two lovers embraced each other.

‘The world knows now,’ he whispered in your ear.

‘Let them.’ You smiled as you hugged him tighter. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you.’ he whispered back.

Cheers and whoops erupted around you. Despite the initial shock of your relationship people were just happy. It was a good race with an even better surprise at the end, how could they complain?

The two of you pulled apart and smiled at each other, the world so unused to swing Toto so domestic and soft. You have him one more hot kiss before walking back to do the post race interview and award ceremony.

‘I guess she isn’t so alone, huh..’ Max looked star struck as Daniel laughed and patted him on the back.

You walked back and Jos was furious at your vulgar and inappropriate display. You’d never seen him so mad. It made you audibly laugh.

You put your Rub Bull cap on and walked right up to David Coulthard and smiled, waiting to start the questions.

‘Well that was something,’ He laughs in a slightly awkward manor. ‘Can I assume there’s something going on between you two?’

‘We’ve been dating for a while, I love him.’ You never smiled brighter.

‘A congratulations is in order then, for the race and for your love!’ He barked out in laughter as you thanked him and giggled.

Your eyes never left Toto, even as the anthems played and the trophies were handed out. Even as you sprayed each other with champagne and celebrated. Neither of you looked away. The smiles so evident on your faces and that in love glow never left. At that moment, neither of you cared about the repercussions that would follow. The PR mess and the scolding from Christian. It was just you two, in love.

The love you shared didn’t have to be bottled anymore. You two didn’t have to hide anymore, you could be together freely and honestly. That was all you wanted in life. To be with your love, in love, with no secrets or shame. You loved each other and that was all that mattered.

The sound of the movie playing in the background as you were asleep on the couch. The laughing tape of the silly sitcom kept your subconscious awake. You knew you should open your eyes and go find your bed. Your body was too tired after the night you and the team had. You didn’t consider yourself the daredevil of the paramedics at the 118. Bobby did. Now paying the price, the shift wasn’t even over and your limbs felt like they were going to fall off, and the dull pain in your shoulder. The sound of talking from some people in the background stirred your deep slumber to wake you up. "She's wrecked.” You heard Chimney's voice in the distance. “ She was reckless.” You heard Bobby snap. Every word started to sound more clear, a sign of waking up. This also started a stream of thoughts. Recaps of Bobby being mad at you for pulling a stunt like that flooded your mind. You decided it would be best to keep your eyes shut in case Bobby wanted to give you an earful for falling asleep during the shift. “She should’ve just gone to bed.” Bobby huffed. You could hear the irritability in his voice. “Well, she’s stubborn.” Chimney argued. You heard the disappointed breath. The sound of footsteps got quieter. Someone walked away. Another pair of footsteps was heard, though these got closer. “Let’s get you to bed.” You heard Bobby say. You felt his strong arms pulling you up in his arms. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to do. Wake up and tell him to leave or continue on pretending to sleep.

He carefully laid you down on one of the beds. You felt the fabric of a blanket slide up till your shoulder. You were sure he hadn’t realized you were awake. “You’ve got to be more careful, honey. I love you too much to have to bury you.” He said, you felt his hand move a piece of your hair behind your ear. It finally clicked the whole time he had been yelling at you earlier wasn’t because you were disobeying. But because he was worried. For a second you almost opened your eyes. However, you knew you shouldn’t. It would ruin his confession. His footsteps got fainter, it wasn’t till you heard him walk out of the room when you opened your eyes. Goddamn. Your mind was spinning as you stared at the ceiling.

Your pretend sleep time didn’t last long. Within a half hour the station's alarm bells were going off for an emergency. You quickly race to the truck with your gear in tow. “I can tell your beauty sleep did nothing.” Buck teased as you sat next to him. You punch him in his arm in retaliation. “At Least I got some sleep.” You said, the heavy gear weighed you down, and you played the pain off with a laugh. You didn’t realize how bad of a day you were having till that alarm rang again and you realized this wasn’t the end of the shift. The truck came to a halt, and the team jumped out. You run to do your task but get pulled back by Bobby. “Are you okay?” he asked. His look was stern again. “I’m okay.” you answered which might’ve been a lie. He also didn’t believe you. “I am” you lied. He let you go.

Thank god this was the last emergency of the shift. Your shoulder was now officially starting to become a real pain. You started walking to the door with your bag on your shoulder. “Y/n, let me take you home.” Bobby said also on his way out. You let him take you home. It was way better than taking the bus. The ride towards your home wasn’t quiet. It never was that you loved talking with Bobby. He was actually very fun if he didn’t have to boss people around.

He stopped his car near your building. “Hey, can I ask you something?” you ask. He nods, giving you a smile. “ I can’t reach my fire alarm and I know the batteries are going to run out soon. Can you take it off the ceiling?” you ask him. He wouldn’t have come in if you asked him in for coffee. It would go against his morals as the captain. “ Yes of course, “ he said after hesitating. He followed you up the stairs waiting in front of your front door as you unlocked the door. He was uttering to you that you needed a better lock on your door. You let him in, and he stood tall in your living room. “You want something to drink coffee? iced tea?” you asked. He looked around your living room, spotting the fire alarm in the corner. “I shouldn’t.” he said, as he walked over to the fire alarm. You turn on your coffee machine. It wasn’t long till the aromas filled the room. “You have batteries?” he asked. He opened a random drawer in your kitchen. Probably hoping to find a junk drawer. “It’s the other one.” you said, gesturing to the one near the fridge. You get some cups out of the cupboard and turn around to see Bobby working the fire alarm. He quickly put the fire alarm back on the ceiling and returned back to you. “I should go.” He told you. Instead you moved a filled coffee cup over to him.”please stay.” you ask. You gave him a pleading look. “I’m starting to think your batteries weren’t empty.” he said, you shrug. He got close to you. “I thought you were asleep.” he said, a worry washed over you. He put his hand on your side. “ You know we can’t, right?” he said, you nodded your head. You still moved closer, inching forward waiting for him to stop you. He didn’t stop you. He pressed his lips against yours. You felt a rush of excitement as his lips moved against yours. The kiss was soft and gentle at first, but it quickly became more passionate. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. He responded eagerly, his hands pressing into your back as he deepened the kiss.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

connor is very caring in general. he's always especially careful with his siblings, never overstepping unless he gets overwhelmed and even when that happens he tends to apologize. he's a caring person regardless, and i imagine that extends to how he acts after sex. unless you're in a rush for whatever reason, i think he's going to take his time to make sure that you're okay. bringing you tea or water, making up a bath, whatever. i think he'll just be devoted less to hugs and kisses and more to making sure you feel okay.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

this is going to be one of the darkest things i've ever said in a smut fic but i do not believe connor has a favorite physical attribute about himself. i don't think he hates himself! i just think the way that his family treats him kind of just makes him consider himself as less human than anyone else, and therefore he doesn't really have a part of himself that he likes the best. as for you, i think he enjoys legs. like. thighs, something about him just screams thigh guy to me.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he'll cum anywhere, but i think he's interested in using condoms unless you're in a serious relationship. he knows fully well the consequences of having unwanted children from how his father treated him, so he's probably pretty careful.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

not sure how dirty this really is but i think he likes it when you pull his hair. like, maybe it's just how he always has it done pretty nicely or i'm just projecting because i really like his hair, but i feel like connor would like having his hair pulled. change my mind.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

despite his age, i do not think connor has a lot of experience. at least, not as much as someone like kendall or shiv. connor believes that he doesn't need love, and therefore he might not go out looking for it as much as someone else would (even if it's just for a night). so i don't think he's sleeping around very much, and i don't think he has the experience that someone else of his age might.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

while i don't know if he has an exact one, i do think he probably likes eye contact. something about holding eye contact with you while you're having sex validates him, and makes him feel less ignored and left out. so whether it's you sitting on his lap, him fucking you from above, or what have you, so long as you're making eye contact he's probably into it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

connor roy is very unserious. he makes jokes at the worst possible times (what the fuck does 'woke up on the right side of the coffin' mean, connor... 'lester touched all of us'?? so unserious). he'll make jokes and try to make you smile when you're having sex.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he doesn't strike me as the kind of guy to be messy down there, but he also doesn't strike me as the kind of guy to be going to get waxed. he probably shaves once or twice a week.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

it really depends on what the level of your relationship with him is. i do think he likes the validation of you looking at him or moaning his name, but i don't think he needs the intimacy like someone else might because he's learned to live without it. if you get intimate with him, kiss him and hold his hand, expect him to be surprised and maybe a little mushy.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i don't know what it is about him but i just can't picture him being the kind of guy to just go jerk off. but, everyone has needs and everyone has limits. if you're not in the mood for sex and he's feeling like he needs it he'll go get himself off without bothering you about it. but i don't think he's jumping at the chance to do the horizontal tango with his right hand.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

not sure how much of a kink this is, but i think he likes to leave marks on you. whether this means that he's biting you, or sucking on your neck, i think it's a kind of territorial thing and if you let him leave marks on you he'll do it. he tends to only do it in spots that can be easily covered, though, so it's really more for him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he's more traditional about that, i do think he prefers to keep his sexual activities to the bedroom. sometimes he'd be willing to branch out and do something somewhere else, but i think he's more interested in doing it in the bedroom.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

probably anything, really. i think his own thoughts could get him going, or maybe it's been a while since you've had sex so he might be getting turned on by the idea of being with you have a while. i don't think there's one specific thing that turns him on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

pain. any sort of pain. i don't think he's be interested in slapping or degradation because of what he's seen and how it's shaped him as a person. he saw the way logan belittled and sometimes physically hurt his siblings and had to be the one to pick up the pieces. he doesn't like doing that in bed because it reminds him of his past, and because his past has turned him into a more gentle and caring person.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he likes eating you out, you heard it here first connor roy likes eating pussy but like... i'm right. he strikes me as a little less selfish than his siblings, so him eating you out isn't so much for his own gratification as it is for making sure that you feel good. see, connor has been made to feel unwanted and like a burden. he feels like he has to go above and beyond to make you want to stay with him, so yes i imagine he's good at eating out. plus, there is some gratification for him because it makes him feel validated to have you cum on his tongue.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

i think connor has the capacity to be fast and rough if that's what you really want, but i think he prefers something more slow and sensual. he wants to make sure that you feel good, and he does value how he feels as well, so he does kind of just switch it up. but that switching it up is more like... 70-30, he's usually slower and more sensual and caring.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

fine with them if they need to happen, but he doesn't encourage them. if you're both horny and you just need to get off, he's fine with doing just that. but i think he tends to prefer something more intimate. but, he can't control nature and when nature tells him to fuck and you say 'sure let's fuck but let's make it quick' he'll do just that.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

i do not think he takes risks in bed. i think if you want to take a risk you need to communicate that with him, because he doesn't really strike me as the kind of guy who's just going to try something new for his own pleasure, especially if it's something more risky.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

i'm so sorry to say this, you know i'm a true conhead, but i do not think he can go for more than one round. he may be beautiful but he's on the older side and he doesn't have the same stamina that he had when he was younger.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i think if you want toys he'll get you toys but can you imagine connor standing in a sex shop? actually, i can. i think he'd probably hit you with a dildo for a joke and then you'd both leave and never return again. i don't think he uses them often but if you want to try it he won't shoot you down.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

in the sense of teasing you with an orgasm, i don't think he really does. in the sense of joking around with you and teasing you like... him trying to make you laugh when you're trying to fuck? a lot.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he strikes me as more quiet until he cums when it comes to moans, he'll be talking throughout it but when it comes to actually moaning i wouldn't expect any of that (or, at least, much of it, until the end).

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

i think he gets some sort of gratification from having you sit on his lap while he's doing work, even if the work he does is kind of silly because he's pretty much just independently wealthy from his father's riches. there's something to be said about being able to kiss you and feeling you lean into him that makes him feel secure in the relationship, and that security gets him going.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i'd say he's pretty normal, but he's pretty tall so on the bigger side if we're just talking about penises. nothing insane, though.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

also pretty normal. i don't think he's looking to fuck constantly, i think he's interested when he's interested and typically it's not like a huge amount. like he's not going to fuck you in the morning and be like 'alright let's go again' at night, but he might do it two or three days in a row.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

The waiters aren’t wearing white gloves, but they might as well be, their suit vests and red ties adhering to the high standard their clientele demands. The menu is small, prices not even listed — a sign that the bill will be exorbitant.

It’s far more extravagant than you would’ve wanted for a first date, but Andrei was insistent that if he was going to risk his life taking his Captain’s sister on a date, he was going to do it right.

And he did, pulling out all the right stops: arriving 5 minutes early, flowers in hand, opening your car door, offering his arm as you walked into the restaurant. He’s polite, a perfect gentleman, when he orders an expensive bottle of wine for the two of you, his eyes hardly leaving yours the entire time.

“Trying to get me liquored up?” you ask once the waiter leaves, a flirtatious smile on your face.

The glint in his eye that you love so much is back when he glances toward you, dimple exposed as his smile matches yours. It’s hard to miss the way his eyes dip down toward the shadow of your cleavage before quickly darting back up to your own. “Why? You need a little liquid confidence?”

“Why would I need confidence to do something I’ve already done?” you smirk, following his lead and letting your eyes slide slowly and blatantly over the buttons of his crisp dress shirt, already imagining the satisfying sound of them hitting the floor when you rip it open later this evening.

“There’s a few things you haven’t done.” He licks his lips, a subtle hint at what he’s referencing, and you feel a throb between your legs, debating if waiting for your food is even worth it. But, then a waiter walks by with a plate of hot, prime cut steaks sizzling in butter, the scent almost as intoxicating as the man across from you, and you think to yourself that you can wait for a little while longer.

“And you’re going to enjoy every one of them, aren’t you?” you ask with a teasing smile, gently running a hand across your collarbone.

“Oh, baby,” he hums, his gaze purely predatory despite the charming smile he puts on. To anyone around you, you’d look like a happy couple on a nice dinner date, the mounting sexual tension invisible to passersby. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

The waiter interrupts what is about to come out of your mouth, a secret that you’ll keep forever, but his words already have the desired effect. Your legs squeeze together, a desperate throb between them as your heart ticks quicker in your chest, and in some ways, you’re thankful for the interruption, unwilling to let your date know just how much impact he has on you.

Dinner is pleasant, but excruciating, watching the flex of his hands as he cuts through his expensive steak, his large fingers wrapped around the thin stem of his wine glass. It’s terribly sexy, his strength compared to the delicate fragility of the glass, surely some kind of parallel for what you’re anticipating as soon as he gets you home and the front door is locked.

Sure enough, he does, though you admit you aren’t expecting him to immediately pin you to the door you’re in the middle of locking, skirt hiked up over your hips before he’s on his knees behind you with a growl.

“No panties?”

“I’m wearing…” you trail off, your sentence punctured by a gasp when he rips the flimsy fabric in question from your frame.

“You call these panties?” he asks, though your terminology is hardly a concern now that there’s something far more tempting in his sight.

There isn’t much room for any retort, not with Andrei roughly tugging your hips backward in order to press his face against your center. He groans at the contact, the vibration traveling straight through your clit and into every single nerve ending in your body, heightened when his tongue begins to stimulate your dripping folds.

His voice is muffled by your ass, but you can make out a distinct fuck as he tastes you, the way he’s been dying to from the moment you opened your front door looking sinfully beautiful. It’s your eyes he loves most, but your legs are a close second, the skirt you picked for the night teasing him just enough to drive him insane. He couldn’t deny that he’d spent half of dinner dreaming of pressing his head between your thighs underneath the table, remembering the all-too-brief taste he had of you, wondering if he could get away with it — ultimately he’d decided against it, but having you in your entryway is a pretty close second, he thinks.

Andrei doesn’t let up until you’re two orgasms deep, legs shaking as you clutch desperately at the door for support. Offering you some reprieve, he sits back on his knees and sucks your essence off of his fingers, the ones that brought you to your latest demise, a dark glint in his eyes.

“Taste extra sweet when you’ve got some wine in you,” he jokes.

“As good as that expensive steak you bought?”

“Better,” he hums. “It doesn’t even come close.”

It isn’t long before he’s got you in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist, your discarded panties long forgotten near the vase by your door. His lips are attached to yours, giving you a taste of yourself, and you’re so distracted that it takes a moment before you realize he’s walking blindly, no idea where your bedroom is located.

With a giggle, you detach yourself from his lips and give him instructions, down the hall and on the right, and his bashful smile has your heart melting. The butterflies whoosh away the second he plops you onto your bed, looking down at you with a look that’s hungrier than before. Something tells you that the sight of you on a mattress is something he’s been dying to see.

You move to tug your knee-high boots off, stilled with a quick hand and a dark glance. “Leave them. Been thinking about fucking you in nothing but these boots all night.”

His words, as always, make you shiver, the lustful promises from his lips something you’ll never grow tired of. Normally, you might make some kind of quip, a snarky comeback, but you’ve been dreaming of having him inside of you from the moment he slipped out weeks ago, leaving you leaking his cum in the middle of your brother’s half bathroom. It’s all you can do not to rip his clothes off along with your own, ready for him to fuck you into oblivion like he promised.

Andrei’s hand wraps around your throat, engulfing it with ease, pulling you up to kiss him again. Blindly, your hands fumble with his dress shirt, working it open until he’s taking matters into his own hands, tearing it down the middle and sending buttons flying across the room. You barely notice your prophecy come true, instead captivated by the cut, stark lines of his muscles, like he’s been carved out of fucking clay, sculpted like a piece of art that you’d find in the Met.

“Like what you see?” he teases, muscles flexing as he shrugs the tattered shirt off his form.

“Didn’t get to appreciate it in full last time,” you say, cheeks hot from the call out — but how can he blame you? — before your eyes drop a little lower, to the expensive-looking black slacks that hang on his hips. “Just like something else.”

The sight of you on your knees, your tits pulled haphazardly out of your top as you work on his zipper is a sight Andrei knows he’ll never forget. But the feeling of you taking him in your mouth, your eyes gazing up at him while brimming with tears, pressing further and further until he touches the back of your throat? A feeling he’ll spend chasing for the rest of his life.

With a curse in Russian, his hand threads through your hair to clear your way, not wanting anything to impede his view of his cock sliding between your wet, pretty lips, disappointed he can’t see the way your tongue works sinful magic on the vein that’s throbbing on the underside. But goddamn if he can’t feel it.

He waits until he’s twitching in your mouth, body thrumming with desire and desperate to spill into the back of your throat before he ends your experiment, unwilling to release the contents of his balls anywhere but inside your cunt. Because as good as your mouth feels, he also knows what it feels like to have your snug, warm walls milking him for all he’s worth, and it’s something he wants carnally.

As promised, he rids you of all of your clothing except for your boots, though he is tempted to leave your skirt bunched around the swell of your hips because of the way it makes you look so slutty, so needy for him you couldn’t wait a second longer. But, he thinks, there’ll be another time for that, instead wanting to see you bare, fully, since he didn’t get the pleasure the last time.

“Andrei,” you whine when his strong arms pin your hands over your head, settling himself between your legs. Your body arches into his, desperate. “Please.”

“Such gorgeous legs,” he groans, ignoring you, moving one hand to nudge your thigh up over this hip, then the other. “Perfect fucking body you have.”

“Didn’t you say you were gonna ruin me? Seems like all bark and no bite.”

His eyes, normally so warm and kind, darken at your sass, and he smirks. He’ll never admit it out loud, but he loves that you can match him step for step, challenging him with your attitude that intrigues him like no other girl ever has.

The sound you make when he presses into you is near enough to make him bust right then and there; similarly, the groan he emits once he’s buried to the hilt makes you gush, feeling yourself clench tightly around his length. He’s warm, and you swear he’s bigger than before, stretching you entirely around his delicious girth. Every movement he makes is perfect, starting slow and building his pace, different from before now that he has time and space to truly ravish you. You don’t have to ask him to keep going, to move faster, to go harder, because he knows exactly what you need before you do.

You’ve lost the ability to speak, though if you could, you’d only be able to moan out his name. His pace is brutal, hips slapping against the back of your thighs, and the rough movement of his body has the cross hanging around his neck brushing against your chest with his rhythm. It’s a filthy thing, the desire to have his chain hitting your face, an inexplicably sexy detail that somehow cranks the temperature up to scorching levels.

When he lets your hands go in favor of cupping your face, your hands slip around his muscular shoulders, clutching onto him as you hang on for dear life. He wants to kiss you, to get his mouth on you, but he can’t bring himself to stop looking at your face, in awe of the way your brows scrunch together and how your mouth falls open when he hits your g-spot just right.

“Feel so fucking good, baby,” he murmurs, his accent thicker now that he’s exuding more effort with his hips instead of his English, determined to stay on pace and bring you to your high. “So pretty.”

This time, when you come, you’re in the comfort of your own home and don’t have to stay quiet for fear of your brother walking in at any second, so you’re free to cry out his name when your legs shake as your climax hits you like a fucking train. A white hot blur of pleasure blinds you, taking over every single cell in your body with everything Andrei.

He’s not far behind you, shooting thick ropes into your eager and waiting center, greedily accepting everything he has to give you. His head falls in the juncture of your neck and your shoulder, hair tickling your jaw as he pants, breath hot against your already molten skin.

“I’m never gonna be able to look Staalsy in the eye ever again,” he says. He’s joking, of course, but there’s a part of him that knows everything is different now, and not just because of the pussy that he’s pretty sure was crafted in heaven specifically for him.

i had to admit, i was proud of him for being grown up and renting some really nice apartment to live in with his best friends, proof that he was successful as a hockey player and that he was finally making big boy purchases but god was it awful just the first time to go and stay with him at the first apartment.

this would be my first time staying in the apartment with him, kevin hayes and brady skjei.

the flight had finally been no longer delayed and i was told that the games for the next day or so would be cancelled meaning the moment jimmy picked me up, it was brother sister bonding time, stopping at the local corner store, getting food for us and the boys before we drove back home. the streets definitely weren’t empty, but driving in the snow was a lot easier when there was less people crowding the roads.

we had gotten to the apartment but before we had gotten out jimmys voice pierced my thoughts

“hey, put on a jacket before you get out. you’ll be cold walking upstairs and getting your bags.” he reached behind his seat, aimlessly grabbing one before letting me pull it over my frame, opening the door to his car. walking out i shivered, noting what he told me and walking with him into the building.

“staying safe jimmy?” the man at the front desk asked him.

“as always.” he smiled as we walked to the elevator. i leaned against his shoulder as we finally got to the apartment with a duffle bag, backpack, and plastic bag in hand.

“IM BACK” he yelled, his voice bounced off the walls as we heard two pairs of footsteps bound down the stairs.

“god damn, you guys are quick.”

“i’m hungry! you promised food!” kevin threw his hands up in defeat before brady had even said anything. his eyes were on me, and i got a little scared as he walked over to me, his frame towering over my own.

“hey, that’s my jacket.” he spoke, pointing at the hoodie i was practically drowning in.

“okay? i get no hi or hello?“ i squinted at him, shrugging and shaking my head a little.

“hi, hello y/n, you’re wearing my jacket. i just wanted to inform you.”

“your best-“

“hey! stop it you two. eat your damn food.”

and i looked up at jimmy who had snapped at us, literally and metaphorically, his hand reached out to snap before he pointed at the food.

something i hadn’t mentioned about brady is that there was some weird tension between us. i don’t know if he just saw me as innocent and stupid or if he just didn’t like me, or maybe i just don’t like him.. either way, he’s never been necessarily super nice to me, which is so weird cause he’s the nicest person i know. he’s always seemed jealous when i’m around chris or mika and he never just seems the same as he does with jimmy and what i know of, kevin.

me and jimmy sat next to each other, my eyes dragging on brady as we ate, and it was slow and agonizing to just sit there and stare holes into each other until i could finally get up and go grab my stuff from the car.

i walked out and jimmy sent brady after me to help, saying “i need to clean up.” and brady could feel his whole body roll its eyes.

brady threw on his jacket and chased after me, seeing me outside as snow began to fall again.

he walked out, seeing me standing at the back of jimmy’s car, with the trunk opened.

“hey, let me grab your bag.” he shouted, jogging over to me to see how the snow had began to fall, covering my hair and the shoulders of the hoodie i was wearing.

“no it’s fine i got it.” i hummed.

“if you don’t let me grab the damn bag your brother is gonna be upset.”

i stood there for a moment before i reluctantly handed him the bag. the two of us stepped back as i pulled the trunk shut, walking with him back inside.

the elevator ride up was uncomfortable.. we stood in silence but close to one another, trying to gain warmth without touching.

“you’re from massachusetts, whyre you so cold?” he asked, looking down at me, a shiver coming over me.

“well i’ve been living in california for nearly three years now, i got used to the weather..” i sounded defensive, almost snapping at him when i said it.

he felt guilty for not remembering, but at the same time, he tried his hardest to forget you everytime you’d go back out west.

when stepping out of the elevator, we walked back to the apartment and stepped inside, pulling off our shoes, as they were wet from the snow and pulling off the jackets we both wore, him taking his own back from my hands as i took it off.

“i uh, i think you’re staying in my room while you’re here. i have a couch i can sleep on, you’ll stay in my bed.” brady said, walking with my bag to the staircase, speaking as i went to walk over to my brother.

“okay, thank you.” i smiled at him.

“oh wow.. i didn’t think me making him get your bags would actually work.” jimmys voice flooded my thoughts.

“shut up, jimmy.”

once i had been shown around the apartment, properly introduced to kevin, and shown where i’d sleep, i was quietly getting settled in the dark side room off of brady’s bed room.

“yknow this may be a fire hazard.” i said to him, through the door.

“i know!” he let out a laugh through a short cry, setting up a bed area on the large couch in the main part of his bedroom. i shut the door for a moment, changing into some more comfortable clothes. pajama pants and a hoodie from the college i go to, and i walked out, seeing him laying on the couch, sprawled out like a child.

“are you sure you’re comfortable ?” i asked, his eyes moving up to meet mine.

“yeah, i’m all good.” he had a small smile on his face. i could feel the way his eyes were dragging on me, staring at the change of clothing. i wondered what thoughts flooded his big dumb head as i nodded, walking to go downstairs to the living room again.

sitting there, i talked with jimmy about plans for the week, telling me that he had gotten me tickets to come see the games.

“we’re home all week, since our away game yesterday was cancelled. i dont know what’s going to be open , but i know things will definitely start to be open again tomorrow because .. it’s new york and places never close.”

we talked, writing down an itinerary, and while we talked, i took a picture of him, tagging him on my instagram story.

the boys had a pretty active fanbase, especially brady, and i just knew people would go crazy seeing me back with jimmy, knowing jimmy was living in the same apartment with brady.

that night, i had gotten a text from chris who hadn’t talked to me in a while but last time he did i felt my heart almost implode. something about him was that he was charming, kind, humble and funny, he was from massachusetts, could speak a billion languages and i could feel myself weak in the knees when i spoke to him. i was sitting upstairs on the couch when i got it and my face lit up, smiling as i texted him back.

i could feel brady’s foot against my side.

“who ya texting..” he smiled, his eyes were

hooded. he was tired, watching TV and i was only awake just to surpass the jet lag.

“oh no one…”

“nope it’s someone.”

“fine, it’s chris.”

“kreids?”

“yeah?”

his voice changed, he sounded a little

jealous but he shrugged and relaxed back into his spot. i looked back at my phone, chris saying something along the lines of ‘hey we should get dinner while you’re here and catch up.’

“whatre you talking about..” he hummed after a few minutes.

“he wants to get dinner this week” i spoke, staring at my screen, wondering how he knew about me being back since he didn’t have social media. i guess he found out through mika?

“mh. okay.” he sounded even more jealous but i ignored it, getting up to go to bed. “it’s late, i’m gonna go try and sleep. goodnight skjeisy”

“good night, y/n” he said, giving me a short wave.

he had been laying on the couch in his pajamas, or whatever you call how a man sleeps, but shirtless and in a pair of those damn plaid pajama pants. it was freezing and the windows in his big room didn’t help but somehow he wasn’t cold, and i had asked him a few times if he was but he shook his head.

i almost gasped every time i looked at him.. there were moments where i hated him but i swear i would do anything to touch him. i don’t try to think about him that way but when he’s laying so close.. it’s hard not to.

i laid in his bed, his sheets smelled like him and i swear this was when i knew this would be the hardest week of my life, it feels like that every time.

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the next morning, i woke up freezing, seeing i had knocked my blankets off the bed. the freezing cold had knocked me awake and there was a failed attempt to fall back asleep , but soon after that i gave up and stretched, getting up to go brush my teeth and make my way downstairs.

as i stepped out of the side room, i looked at brady as he was still sleeping, his upper half uncovered while he slept.

my lower lip was caught under my teeth as i chewed the pink skin, holding in whatever dirty thought over came me.

“god damnit i hate him.” i mumbled quietly before i walked out, walking to the bathroom in silence. i heard footsteps behind me , causing me to turn to see kevin.

“goodmorning kevin” i smiled, and he smiled back. he was a bad early guy, meaning he was just dragging down the hallway as he also had the same intentions, brushing teeth and going downstairs.

“goodmorning.” he mumbled.

“i just have to brush my teeth-“

“so do i , i’ll just join you.” he shrugged, the bathroom was big enough for the both of us so i scrambled through my things, grabbing my toothbrush and tooth paste. him and i mirrored each other, besides his large frame. he was tall and towered over everyone in the apartment, but especially me. his hair was held back with a headband and with my toothbrush in my mouth i asked him

“growing your hair out?”

while this was our first time properly meeting and getting to know each other, i had seen him at dinners and parties and in photos before, i could tell a clear change in his hair.

“mhm, i’ll probably cut it again” he said, looking down at me in the reflection of the mirror.

we both spit into the sink at the same time, wiping our mouths before using mouthwash momentarily. the two of us hissed at the sting, smiling at each other before walking out.

we both walked downstairs, he allowed me to go first, and as i walked down, jimmy was laying on the couch, staring at his phone.

“goodmorning jimmy.” i smiled, walking into the kitchen.

i ventured through the cabinets, finding a mug to get coffee, leaning against the counter after pouring it, staring out of the window.

“what do you usually eat for breakfast?” kevin’s voice came from behind the door of the fridge. my eyes shot to meet his as he peaked out from behind the door.

“oh- anything is fine.” i smiled.

“you sure?” he asked, and i nodded before i walked over to the couch, pulling jimmys phone from his hands.

“sit up.” he was taking up the whole couch and i just wanted to sit down to look at the list we had made the night before.

sitting down, i stared at the list as i heard brady make his way down the stairs, bidding us a goodmorning. i stayed silent, only focusing on the fact that he had pulled a shirt on. a tight one , but a shirt.

“you not gonna say anything?” jimmy spoke, his voice was sarcastic.

“huh? oh- sorry. what did you say?” i turned to look at him, my cheeks pink.

“what were you gonna say, you came over here and picked up the list, did you have something to say?”

“o-oh, yeah. i was going to tell you that chris said he wanted to have dinner with me some time this week.” i pointed to the list of things to do, and he nodded.

“oooh little sis pulling game? look at you.” he laughed, a smile on his face.

my cheeks darkened, this time out of embarrassment. i felt the seat on the other side of me dip, and i turned to see

brady sitting next to me.

“gimme the list.” his voice was rough and sleep still filled it, as his calloused hands reached out for it.

“mhm.” i hummed, giving it to him.

kevin was in the kitchen, humming as he cooked breakfast for the four of us. brady’s dark eyes scanned over the list, in his head trying to figure out what simple plans he could butt his way into just to see you…

no- just to hangout on his time off.

“here.” he spoke softly, handing the list back to me, his eyes on my face as he handed the list back. i took it, and looked back at jimmy.

“i’m sure we can make dinner with chris work..” he smiled, leaning back. his eyes met brady’s, brady quickly having looked away from me to meet his eyes.

jimmy didn’t think anything of it until he thought ..

‘wait why is he staring at my sister.’ and his eyes went wide as he looked at brady once more.

brady looked back at him like a deer in the headlights, covering his face as he stood

up to go help kevin in the kitchen.

brady would never admit it, mostly just cause he couldn’t but the reason he treated you with a snarky, rude, sarcastic act was because he didn’t want to face the fact that he was absolutely in love with jimmy veseys little sister. he wiped her from his memory everytime she’d leave, she’d come back, and he’d remember that this is how he’s supposed to act, like a transparent asshole. he’s been much more comfortable since i got here though. the touching and soft conversations without yelling at each other. i would wonder what had gotten into him but i crave his validation too much to make him revert back.

breakfast was finished, and me and jimmy were encouraged to come get food and eat. i practically jumped from my seat as i heard the opportunity for food.

“thank you, kevin.” i smiled, taking a plate from his hand. he smiled back, his boyish charm taking over as his cheeks tinted a little. he didn’t feel any way about it, but he thought it was sweet.

we all sat, and ate. we didn’t talk , but after we finished, me and jimmy cleaned up while brady and kevin went upstairs, brady taking a shower while i washed the dishes down.

i was humming to myself before jimmy began to speak, handing me the plates.

“hey.. while you’re with brady, can you at least try to not.. um. i don’t know- like-“

“SPIT IT OUT JIMMY.” i snapped at him.

“well- the look he was giving you earlier-“

“oh my god. that boy is annoyed by my every move, jimbo, it’s fine.” i rolled my eyes, finishing the dishes .

“i’m gonna go get ready.” i looked at him before i began my way up to the bedroom, walking in and sitting on the couch as i contemplated what i was going to wear, as the weather was still freezing but i’m sure i didn’t pack anything nearly appropriate enough for the weather.

i heard the door open as i stared at my phone, brady walking in with a towel around his waist and his hand in his hair, the other holding the towel up- he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes wide as he saw me sitting down… facing him.

i didn’t look up until i heard him stop walking, causing our eyes to meet… then they suddenly weren’t

“c-can you.. um get out so i can change..” he tried not to panic, trying not to make a big deal out of it as i sat there, watching him in awe. his hair messy, his chest and stomach and he looked so soft and-

i nodded, speed walking into the side room to pick an outfit, struggling while all i could think about was him- i felt gross, but he looks so good. he looked nice to cuddle and hug.. and-

knock knock

“you can come out now.”

i put a shirt down and walked to the door, looking up at him.

“can .. do you have any warm clothes i can borrow?” i spoke, sounding a bit nervous.

“yeah, there’s a bunch of clothes on the rack over here and there’s some in storage boxes over there.” he pointed to the storage behind me, in the room. “go crazy.” he smiled. “is that all?”

“yeah.. thank you.” i smiled back. butterflies filled my stomach when he smiled at me.. he had me absolutely weak in the knees.

i dug through his clothes until i found an old jersey, being one of his. it clearly felt like a brand new jersey and i realized it was probably something he had bought for a gift for someone and never gave it. it had tags and stuff still on it, but jerseys are warm and i love them so i was going to take it and pull it on.

the 2015 labels on the tag were blatant so i knew it wasn’t for someone new as i grabbed some jeans and tight little black shirt to go underneath the jersey. i wore a black set to match underneath, i had no one to impress but being comfortable and fashionable is always necessary.

i took a shower, dried my hair and did my daily routine before i pulled on the clothes, drowning in the jersey, probably 2 sizes too big for me. as i walked out, i passed hayes and he stopped me

“where’d you get that jersey from?”

“uh.. brady’s clothes-“

he nodded, looking at the 76 and SKJEI plastered across my back as i walked into the bedroom to put my stuff away.

i had finished getting ready and brady was sitting on the couch when he finally acknowledged me.

“hey, i like your jersey.” he smiled, a short laugh leaving him.

“hey thanks.” i sat down on the couch, opposite to him as we had waited for jimmy to finish getting ready.

while we sat together, i could almost feel him staring at me and i just .. wanted to ask him what he wanted. but instead..

“where do you think would be a good place to get dinner with chris at?” i said, staring at my phone while he put his down, laying it in his lap.

“hm.. i dunno. i’m sure he knows some good places.” he took this as an excuse to look at me without it seeming sly.

“yeah but i trust your judgement enough.” i finally looked over at him, pressing for an answer but he looked… annoyed. oh god.

“yknow.. if you liked chris so much, why don’t you just wear his jersey, y/n”

my jaw dropped-

“SO YOU ARE JEALOUS-“

“NO IM NOT, PSH WHAT??”

“yes you are.” i stood up-

“no i’m not.” and so did he.

“yes you are, that’s why you act this way.” i stepped closer.

“act what way?” he tilted his head.

“THIS WAY, you’ve acted this way every time i’ve come to new york! you just act like an asshole cause you’re jealous. next thing,

you’re gonna be jealous of kevin!” i placed my hands on my hips, my eyes not leaving his as he struggled to think of something better to say.

“do you feel the same way?” he asked the question but it almost felt like a statement.

“yes, of course brady. you’ve been teasing me since i was 18, don’t act like i don’t have any reason not to. you’re tall, hot and play hockey for go-“

his hands were on my face before his lips crashed into mine.

“shut up” he quickly breathed against my lips.

he moved me back, sitting me on the couch, parting from the kiss

“you’re not going to dinner with chris. not without me, or jimmy or all three of us.” his hair was messy, falling over his face as he looked down at me. i nodded, practically being put in my place by him.

“we’re also going to continue this later, your brother is gonna walk in here any moment telling us we gotta go.” he spoke as he sat back down, picking up his phone again.

and as he sat down, the door began to open, jimmy poking his head in.

“did i hear yelling?”

“no.” the two of us turned to look at him in sync. my cheeks were red but jimmy ignored it as he nodded, telling us to “come on.”

the two of us jumped up, walking out together as we joined kevin downstairs. we all left the house together, standing next to jimmy as we walked out, our shoes crunched in the little bit of snow still on the sidewalk.

“i don’t understand why you guys had your games cancelled.. this is easily accessible.”

i spoke, my hands tucked into my pockets.

“well, their flight kept getting pushed back or cancelled, so we had to postpone the game. that was our only game this week besides sundays.” jimmy shrugged, thinking about how they would’ve played tampa this week.

i nodded, keeping my head low in the scarf wrapped around my neck. we had walked a while, stopping to get coffee in some small cafe before we walked down to central park.

“you wanna skate?” jimmy asked, looking down at me.

i nodded , causing him to smile. he looked around at the boys and they shrugged, willing to also join.

“awh we should’ve brought our skates.”

when skating at the park, we stayed there for hours. for a bunch of guys who do it for a living, they seem to really enjoy it when it’s not to get paid. they had gotten noticed a few times, and the jersey i wore didn’t help draw attention away from them.

‘hey, i love your jersey, go rags’

i’d hear before a gasp , and someone saying hi to brady, kevin or jimmy.

but now it was late in the afternoon and kevin was hungry so we decided to finally leave and get dinner at some local diner, pleasing the appetite of 3 big men and a smaller, less athletic girl.

i sat across from brady as we ate, my eyes shifting from my hands to his hands to his eyes while they all spoke, talking about some girl they had met last time they went to boston. i tuned out the conversation, having no interest in anything but the way brady looked, sitting in front of me.

it felt late when we had finally left to go home, being that we had been out all day, the late start to the day getting under our feet.

the moment we got home, i went upstairs and took off my boots, taking off the jersey for a moment just to pull off the shirt underneath it. walking upstairs brady had told me to not take off the jersey, he liked it on me, so i listened. i pulled on some

more comfortable pants and walked out, still wearing his jersey. he looked at me from the couch, having changed quickly, probably faster than i did. he was wearing a hoodie and a pair of grey sweats.

“you wanna hangout with me and jimmy downstairs?” i asked, he shrugged, looking back at his phone.

walking back downstairs, sitting with jimmy felt dreadful, when the words brady had spoken to me before we left played on rewind in my head. we crossed off skating in central off the list of things to do and i sat there, impatient with the way brady was acting, almost like it was nonchalant even though he had seemed so eager to get his hands on me beforehand.

“hey, i think i’m gonna hit the hay early, we can get up and do something tomorrow.” i spoke , standing up, stretching as i did so.

“we still have practice tomorrow? but it’ll be around ten am, you wanna come?”

jimmy said, looking up at me.

“eh, i’ll think about it. if i’m up, i’m up.” i shrugged as i leaned down to give him a kiss on top of the head. “goodnight.”

“goodnight, y/n”

walking back into the room, i saw him sat up, his eyes meeting mine as i walked in.

“you don’t seem very eager to ‘continue this later.’” i walked over to him, tilting my head.

“someone’s gotten worked up, huh?” he said, reaching out for my hand. i sighed, placing my hand in his, he pulled me closer.

“cmere.” he said, patting his lap. he gently pulled me closer, straddling him, my knees resting on either side of his thighs. his hands laid on my sides, fingers rubbing me gently as i placed my arms around his neck.

“is this what you want?” he asked me, his pupils blown wide in the dim room, only lit by the lamp in the corner. i nodded, placing my hand on his neck to pull him closer, placing my lips on his.

the kiss was gentle, as i felt his hands move, coming down to squeeze my thighs, pulling me closer against his own hips. a soft gasp left me as the thin fabric of my leggings left nothing to the imagination. i could feel him against me, causing my heart to race as the kissing slowly turned into messy making out.

“brady…” i mumbled against his lips, my hips slowly grinding against his.

“yeah, princess?”

“i.. mhh i want you to touch me..” breathing each other’s air as our noses touched, i felt his hands slowly come up my waist.

his hands, came up under my breasts, cupping them.

“i don’t want to take off the jersey..”

“then don’t” i giggled, our faces close as he looked down at his hands pressing against the soft, blue fabric.

“then how should i touch you baby” his eyes met mine again, he examined my face. flushed and red.

“cmon… you know, brady.”

“no, tell me princess.” he said, his hands coming down to my thighs again. he took my legs and wrapped them around his waist, picking me up, carrying me to the side room.

he gently laid me down onto the bed and looked down at me.

“im still waiting.“ he looked at me, crossing his arms over his chest.

“i-i want you to touch my pussy..” my cheeks were red, as he had pushed me into embarrassment.

“yeah there you go, baby.” he smiled, leaning down, he pulled his shirt off before he brought his hands down to the waist of my leggings. he slowly pulled them off, dragging his calloused palms over my legs. i did an inner victory dance as i remembered i had worn a matching set, but by the way he liked the jersey on me, i doubt he’d ever find out.

“you okay with this?” he spoke softly, breaking the tension for a moment.

i nodded, “yeah..” i smiled.

he nodded , leaning over to place a kiss against my lips before his hand came down, his fingers slowly dragging through my folds. my breath shuttered as he touched me, his face was close, nose brushing against mine, as he wanted to hear my noises while he teased me.

“i bet you’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?” he mumbled. a small sound of approval left me.

my arms came up, wrapping around his neck as i felt his thumb press against my clit. i shivered a little, my hips pressing to his hand.

“brady..” i spoke under my breath, soft moans escaping my lips while his fingers continued to tease me.

“yeah baby? do you want more?”

“yes.. please..”

his middle finger dragged through my folds again before he entered me, causing me to pull him closer, a gasp escaping my lips.

“don’t be too loud” whether or not i had made much noise, he didn’t want to risk any of them walking in, especially my older brother.

“i-i’m trying..” his pace was slow but increased, his hands were large, and equally his fingers were thick and long. “mh.. brady.. please give me more” my gasps were hot against his, until he moved

down, his face in my neck. he gently placed messy kisses over my warm skin, careful not to bite or suck too hard, preventing hickeys that anyone else could see.

he slowly pushed in his ring finger, filing me while his thumb drew perfect circles onto my sensitive clit.

“you okay?” he whispered as he neared my ear, kissing my neck,

“yes” i spoke through a breathy voice, holding back noises as his pace increased, bringing me closer to the edge.

“i want you to cum on my fingers, okay princess?” his voice came out low and raspy. i nodded as my hips pressed to his hand, my back arching as he pushed me further.

“please, brady i’m so close..”

he looked down at me for a moment, finally his lips met mine again. he wanted to keep me quiet as i came, his fingers picking up the pace.

suddenly i felt that buildup break, my nails digging into his back as i tried to hold back my moans from his touch. a white hot sensation flooded my senses.

he positioned himself between my legs, watching me laid out in front of him.

“you look so good in that jersey..”

“mhh do i?” i spoke, my voice was tired and weak.

i looked down to see how hard he was in those sweats.

“yeah you do, baby.” he leaned down , kissing me again. i pushed my hands between my legs, gently running them up his thighs, finding his cock, hard in those dreadful sweats. pulling away from the kiss , looked down at him in my hands.

“can you take off the pants… please?” i looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, causing him to sigh, pulling off his sweatpants with rough hands.

“brady. boxers too.” my hands, still reached out, dropped with expression.

he pulled off his boxers, cheeks red as i saw him for the first time.

i was almost drooling at the sight of him, his hair messy and fallen around his face, while his stomach was squishy while he was still fit, his thighs were thick and strong and there was nothing disappointing about his dick- which really wasn’t expected in the first place, but made it more exciting.

my tongue rested against my lower lip as i bit down on it, concentrated on touching him before he had asked if he could fuck me.

“y/n, can.. i fuck you..” he sounded guilty, looking down at me, enjoying my time as i wrapped my hands around his cock.

“y-yes.” i looked up at him, my cheeks red at the question.

“then turn over, ass in the air.”

i nodded, his hands coming to my hips as he helped turn me over. he pushed my face down into the pillows of his bed.

“i want you to try and stay quiet this time.” a soft chuckle slipped through his words. i felt like i could cum just on his voice..

“yes sir” i mumbled through the sheets.

he got comfortable, making sure everything was okay before the tip of his cock was pressed against me.

“hey uh.. are you on the pill?”

“mhm..”

“good to know. can i cum inside?”

“mhm.”

he nodded, his hand gently placed on my hip, feeling as he began to spread his precum over my cunt, causing me to shiver before he let out a soft groan.

i got impatient, my hips shifting slightly, before he tightened his grip on them to still me.

“cmon baby.” he mumbled, before he entered me, slowly pushing into me as i gripped the pillow my face was planted into. a cry leaving my throat.

“f-fuck.. princess..” he threw his head out, slowly entering me until he was bottomed out. he wasn’t too big, he was thick and it was like he fit perfectly while he had stretched me out.

“you’re so fucking tight ohh my god.” he began mumbling small groans of praise, as i could hear his voice break with heavy pants.

he slowly began to move, getting the encouragement from my walls around him.

slow and steady as he began fucking me, both hands on my hips, gripping tight, trying to stay composed.

he had almost pulled out before he pulled my hips back against his, resulting in a loud moan from me into the pillow.

my knuckles were white as i gripped the sheets, trying not to be too loud. he had leaned over me, taking my hair and pushing it to the side as he began to fuck into me.

“you look so good wearing my name..”

even he couldn’t hold back the noises he was making, groans were loud as he began to hit down on his touch between mouthfuls of praises.

“baby.. fuck.. who does this pussy belong to??”

his hand came down, pressing against my back, arching it down so he can hit a better angle. his cock brushing over my g-spot, leaving me shaking.

“y-you..” i could barely form words as he destroyed me, leaving me helpless when he asked me.

“who? say my name.. say it, princess.” his hand absentmindedly traced over the number while he continued to pummel into me.

“b-brady.. it belongs to you- FUCK-“ my face was smothered by the pillow once more, muffling my loud noises. “my pussy belongs to you, brady.”

“good girl… good fucking girl..”

i could feel myself chasing my orgasm, trying hard not to allow myself to cum on his cock without him, but even he could feel it by the way i clenched around him.

“brady.. m’ gonna fucking cum”

“me too.. shit me too..” his hands came to my hips, his thumbs rubbing over my ass as he tightly gripped my hips, enough to bruise. one hand moved down, his thumb pressing to my clit as his pace began to falter, causing me to see stars as he touched the sensitive bud. i could feel myself coming closer, my vision blurring as the sound of incoherent mumbles of the both of us turn into the sound of our skin slapping until our orgasm struck through us, my juices coating his thighs as his cum filled my cunt.

as we both came down from our highs, he was leaned over me, his cock still buried deep inside of me.

“fuck.. you feel so good i don’t want to pull out.”

“brady..” i laughed, feeling the weight of his frame on my own. “get up, loser.”

he reluctantly pulled himself up, pulling out to see how his cum dripped from me.

“mhh.. look at that..”

“s-stopp..” i mumbled, cheeks burning with embarrassment, pushing my face back into the pillow.

brady helped me lay down, wiping away at my thighs with his shirt before he pulled his boxers back on.

“you probably don’t wanna wear that jersey while we sleep, let me get it off of you.”

i rolled over and sat up slightly, raising my arms in the air. the blissed out look on my face made him let out a soft chuckle. he got out of bed and grabbed a hoodie of his, handing it to me as i pulled off my bra. i pulled it over my body and he looked through my things, finding a pair of panties to give me

“these okay?”

i nodded and he handed them to me, as i put them on he stood at the edge of the bed. i was tired , my eyes were heavy as i looked up at him. i reached my arms out.

“please… sleep with me, brady..”

“i can’t.”

“please…” i stuck out my bottom lip, trying to fool him into feeling bad

“….” he thought about it. “fine.”

he got into bed with me, slowly getting comfortable as i pressed my body against his. he wrapped his arms around my waist, our legs intertwined as i pushed my face into his chest, falling asleep.

“goodnight, princess.” he mumbled.

“goodnight, brady…”

you don’t even want to hear the stern talking to that i got from jimmy the next morning when he walked into brady’s room to not see brady on the couch and in his own bed instead.

he wasn’t mad… yes he was. he was mad at brady. he was mad cause he couldn’t trust the guy to spend a week with his little sister like he had in past times of visiting. he trusted that brady could love you and please you but he also knew that you lived in california, wouldn’t move to new york just for him and what if you only liked brady for the sex you just had. which you didn’t.

“y/n…you just-“

“jimmy, i’ve had a love hate relationship with brady ever since i first met him. have you ever seen how he reacted to when i talked about guys? especially chris? cmon jimmy, open your eyes please.” an audible sigh left him.

“fine.” he grumbled, knowing even if he wanted to, he couldn’t stop either of you, as you were both grown adults.

the rest of the day, kevin ripped on brady and jimmy held in whatever anger he wanted it take out on brady for getting with his sister. he just wanted to protect her, it’s what older brothers do.