ooh!

George sits at the soundboard, thumb resting under his chin, fingers playing with his lip. He wants to ask if she's okay, but he also doesn't want to put more pressure on her. She sighs deeply, running a hand through her hair before throwing it up into a messy bun.

"Sorry one more time" she says, rolling back her shoulders and adjusting her grip on the guitar when it inevitably slips. Ross’ hand clamps around the arm of the chair, watching her, knowing how she was feeling, wanting to envelope her in his arms and take her worry away. 

It was hard seeing her like this, from the moment they met her there was an indescribable ease that radiated from her, like meeting someone who was already exactly who they were supposed to be. Music came naturally to her and seeing her like this was… unsettling. They all felt sympathy for her, knowing (without her having to mention) that something was seriously wrong. 

"We can take a break Y/n/n" George says, eyes finding hers through the glass as his fingertips press the button that allows her to hear him. Her eyes flick to Jamie's who smiles and nods, agreeing with George.

"No I'm good G, once more I swear" she says and he nods.

Matty’s hand hovers over George’s fingers, they don’t touch but when George sees his eyes flick to his, one look in his eyes and his finger stays put on the button for a moment, broadcasting Matty’s next words into the other room.

“This is it Y/n/n okay? You’ve got this” his words have her easing slightly, shoulders rolling back before she breathes in deeply, eyes shutting before they open again and she smiles, nodding at Matty.

She sees the red button light up, indicating that recording is in progress and her fingers move against the guitar again. She plays the guitar solo flawlessly, but all of the guys notice how her fingers buzz slightly. She finishes and sighs deeply, she still thinks she can do better.

"That was really good Y/n" Jamie says, smiling widely at her, putting his thumbs up, normally she’d tease him for it, call him an old man just to make him laugh, but she doesn’t… even he knows something is up then.

"Perfect" George says, and her eyes find him through the glass again, he knows she's going to ask to record it once more before she does and he speaks before she gets the chance.

"Don't ask to do it again Y/n/n, it was perfect... get outta that head of yours okay?" he asks and she nods with a sigh. George looks at the guys, leaving the microphone on so she can hear him.

"Going to go for a fag okay" he says and she nods mumbling a "be there in a minute, don't wait up" she says, nodding to both Ross and Matty. Jamie follows the man, phoning someone on his way.

Matty thinks about hanging back, but since his conversation with Ross he's apprehensive. It seems that ever since Ross told him to act the same, he’s been doing the opposite, he didn’t know why, but he felt a level of pressure now, although he knows that wasn’t the man's intention. But when Ross' hand finds his shoulder and he smiles, he knows it's okay.

"Hang back okay?" he says and Matty nods. When he enters the room, she's unplugging her guitar, placing it into its case. It's then that he realises she's using the light blue guitar, the first of two her brother had bought for her. 

"You alright love?" he asks, she doesn't speak but nods and he knows she's lying. He crosses his arms over his chest and looks at her, she stands from her spot, standing opposite him. She lasts three seconds before she sighs deeply, rolling her eyes and chuckling at him.

"That's not fair" she says, pointing at him. He shrugs and mumbles a "don't know what you're talking about darling" she sighs again. Her hands find her hair, letting it fall down her back from its place in a bun.

She finds it funny how quickly she breaks around him, walls falling down and colliding with his own, destroying them in the process.

"Liv called me this morning, apparently something happened at June's school, some bully pushed him over in the playground and he busted his lip... just shook me up a bit" she explains, hands resting against her forearms, almost to protect herself. She finds it a little ridiculous that she's shaking so much, but she wanted nothing more than to be there with June.

"Hey it's okay" Matty says, stepping forward, hands finding hers against her arms, running along them to calm her. She looks up at him with soft eyes, he smiles softly down at her and some of the tension eases from her.

"Is that what's gotten you so shaken up?" he asks and she nods, he pulls her in then, hugging her tightly.

"And why I'm messing up" she says, he pulls back slightly, shaking his head down at her.

"Don't do that... you're fine, we all get off days" he explains and she sighs.

"Mine had to be on a day when Jamie's here... wanted to impress him" she admits, despite thinking it sounded a little silly.

"He's impressed, trust me" he says, pulling her to his chest again.

"Do you know what's happening with him?" Matty asks and she nods again, mumbling her next words into his chest.

"He's in the emergency room at the moment, waiting to be seen" she explains and he nods.

"Want me to drive you there?" he asks and she shakes her head.

"No it's okay... He'd hate that" she says, laughing at the thought of an angry June. He hated fuss.

"Okay, but he'd forgive you... do you want to be with him?" Matty asks and she nods.

"I do... but it's fine... I'll wait until Liv calls me again" Matty nods and hugs her again. There’s a moment of silence before Matty speaks again. 

"Any reason you're using that guitar" he points to the open case and her eyes fall to it.

"Didn't feel right using the green one today... don't know why, just a feeling" she says and he nods, placing a haste kiss to her forehead before pulling away.

The pair leave the room after that, joining the other men downstairs, both who have finished their cigarettes now, Jamie still on the phone. She smiles at Ross who wraps an arm loosely around her shoulders. George begins talking to Matty but he doesn't really listen, too busy eavesdropping on what Ross says to her.

"Heard anything from Olivia yet?" he asks. Of course he already knew. Matty still appreciates the fact he encouraged him to talk to her. 

"Not yet..." she says. After Matty and her share a fag (mainly to save time) they return to the studio. She records some more for the track, less shaky this time. Half way through her recording some vocals, her phone rings by the sound desk. George pauses the track and speaks through the microphone again.

"Phone's ringing Y/n" he says, she rushes into the connecting room, taking the phone from the drummer's hand. "Girls" is the ringtone and they all smile.

"Sorry... Liv's favourite song" she says making them all chuckle before she's picking up.

"Hi" she answers, before her face is covered with panic. They can hear someone talking quickly on the other side of the phone.

"Okay, okay, okay" she says quickly "Liv! Breathe!" she says and they hear the phone go quiet. Her eyes flick between the guys and she speaks again "I've got an idea but just bare with me okay?". Liv mumbles a "okay" before Y/n removes the phone from her ear to speak to the guys.

"Okay... June's had stitches, but Liv's boss is being a dick and demanding she goes back to work but it's too short notice to get a babysitter and he can't go back to school" she explains and all the guys nod. George is slightly confused, but Jamie the most confused out of all of them for he didn't know who Liv or June was. Y/n and George had briefly spoken about the passing of her brother but hadn't spoken about his son or his girlfriend.

George shares a look with Ross, one in which reads "I'll catch you up later".

"I know it's a right pain in the arse and I understand you saying no... but could he come here for a few hours? Just until Liv can pick him up?" she asks.

"Of course love" Matty says and Ross smiles whilst Jamie nods, he doesn’t know who she’s talking about but he didn’t mind if it helped her out.

"Yeah... no problem at all" Ross says and then George nods too. She brings the phone to her ear again and continues talking to her sister in law.

"Bring him here okay? - Yeah the guys said it's fine... Yeah? I'll send you the address" they hear her say.

"Love, I can take you to pick him up," Matty says, drawing her attention to him. She shakes her head but smiles at him, mouthing a "thank you" as Olivia speaks.

"Okay... see you soon. Love you too" she says. She hangs up then sighs deeply.

"Sorry about that" she says, eyes finding George's then.

"You must be so confused" she says to George and Jamie, both who nod. She proceeds to tell him about June and Olivia whilst Matty and Ross clear up a little, having heard from her that her nephew was a bit of a menace and had already sustained an injury today and didn't need anymore.

20 minutes passes by and her phone buzzes with a text from Olivia, explaining that they were here. She leaves the guy's in the room, each working on something and not wanting to disturb them. She walks down the stairs, leading to outside. She finds them outside, June smiling widely at her and running and jumping into her eyes. He lands with an "omph" from her and it makes him giggle. 

"Careful Junebug, don't get any more injuries whilst I'm gone" Olivia says.

"Mum!" he complains "don't call me that" it makes Y/n laugh, pulling him gently back by his chin to look at his lip. He has a few stitches on his bottom lip and it's a little jutted out, making him look poutier than usual. He also has a small cut on his chin that’s clearly been cleaned but didn’t need stitches. 

"Ooo, look at you" she says and he laughs, pulling back and straightening up as if proud.

“Look cool huh?” he asks and it makes her laugh, eyes flicking to his mum who rolls his eyes.

“It was that Rory kid again” Olivia says, clearly angry at the fact. Rory was a child in June’s class who was a huge dick, he often made stupid jokes about how June didn’t have a dad and truly deserved to be shoved himself. She puts June down, placing a hand on the top of his head to keep his attention on her.

“Better have pushed him back June” she says and Olivia laughs when June’s eyes flash with mischief.

“Oh he did a bit more than that, didn’t you June?” Olivia says, the child's eyes flick up to Y/n and he nods proudly. 

“Punched him” June says matter-of-factly, the tone making her laugh.

“Good on you bud” she says, turning to her sister-in-law. She doesn't doubt that Olivia had to have the mandatory "we don't condone violence but well done for sticking up for yourself" talk which gave her plenty of space to be the proud auntie, congratulating him for giving a mean kid what he deserved. Problematic or not, she didn't care. 

"Thank you so much for this Y/n" Olivia says, pulling her into a brief hug and accepting the bag of his things.

"Happy to help... tell the boss to" she leans forward slightly so only Olivia can hear "fuck off" it makes her laugh. The door opens behind her and she turns, seeing Ross. She smiles at him and he smiles back. She's kind of happy that he'd be the first to meet her nephew.

"Sorry, was just checking you were okay" he says, stepping onto the street. It's very kind, a fact not going unnoticed by Olivia. 

"Ross this is Olivia... Oliva, this is Ross" she says and Ross smiles at her, offering her his hand to shake.

"Lovely to meet you" he says "Nice to meet you, heard a lot about you" Olivia says, making the man raise his eyebrows at Y/n who rolls her eyes at her sister in law. 

Ross' eyes then land on June and Y/n watches as he kneels down to greet the little man.

"You must be June" Ross says, each of the women chuckle when June grips onto Y/n's calf and hides from the man.

"The bassist" his words have the boy coming out from his hiding place, smiling widely at the bearded man.

"Nice to meet you, how about we go upstairs and you can have a go on my bass huh?" he asks and June nods happily, grabbing his hand in that completely uncaring way children did. Y/n stands mouth slightly agape at the sight, heart beating rapidly in her chest. Just when she thought she couldn't find him any more attractive.

"Thank you again" Olivia says, pulling her into a hug again, murmuring a "he's hot" before pulling away.

"I'll call you when I finish work" she says as she opens her car door.

"Junior" she says, drawing the child's attention from the man who he was talking excitedly too.

"Be good for auntie Y/n okay?" he nods before his mum shuts the door and carefully drives off.

"Ready for this bud?" she asks as June takes her hand again, one holding hers, the other holding Ross', he nods and the three of them walk him upstairs to the studio. Jamie meets them at the top of the stairs, introducing himself to the child. Maybe it's because Jamie is a father himself but June isn't shy around him, immediately talking his ear off and allowing him to take him into the studio.

The boy's eyes fill with childlike wonder when he enters the room, clinging to Y/n when he sees two tall men sitting in the room. One with curly hair like his, a guitar resting in his lap and the other tall man sitting behind a drum kit.

"Don't be shy June, they won't hurt you" she says with a laugh, one hand finding the back of his head and giving him a gentle nudge forward. Suddenly, the June she knows springs to life, straightening his shoulders and moving forward confidently.

"I’m Junior, but you can call me June" he announces and it makes her laugh loudly, her head thrown back. Ross smiles at the sight, his heart doing a harsh pitter-patter in his chest and skipping a beat. Matty puts his guitar down and walks up to the boy, leaning down and offering a hand to him.

"Hey mate, I'm Matthew, but you can call me Matty" he says and June accepts his hand, shaking it harshly.

"Matty" he repeats and the man smiles and nods. 

"Some grip you've got there mate" he says, eyes flicking up to her, the both of them smiling widely at each other.

"You've got hair like me" June says happily, flashing a toothy smile at the man, his dimples showing on his cheeks. Matty nods at the boy before he loses interest and walks over to George, staring up at him with his mouth open. Y/n watches with her finger in-between her lips, trying to hold in her laughter.

"I'm June!" he announces again.

"Hey mate, I'm George" he says, shaking his hand too.

"Just George?" June says, cocking his head to the side.

"George Daniel, but you can call me George or G" the man says and everyone begins to smile.

"George Daniel? Aren't they both first names? That's weird" they all laugh loudly at that, George cackling, eyebrows raised at her.

"He's got a point mate" Matty says and she laughs.

"He's cheeky" Ross says and Y/n nods "little Dylan" she says with a smile, June then runs up to them, clinging to her leg again.

"He sounds like Dad" the kid mumbles to her. The guys fall silent then, waiting to see what she says.

"Dylan had a really deep voice just like you G" Y/n says to the guys before she looks at June again. When she met June, Olivia asked for videos of Dylan so June could get to know his dad despite him not being able to meet him. She doesn't quite know what to say.

She's grateful when she feels a large hand rest against her back, before the man is speaking.

"Your dad used to play bass too, right?" Ross says and June nods.

"How about I show you some stuff?" Ross asks and June jumps excitedly, taking Ross' hand and dragging him towards his bass which rests in a stand. She finds Ross' eyes and mouths a "thank you" he just smiles at her. She watches as Ross takes the bass in his hands, playing the bassline to one of their songs, it makes June smile widely, raising his eyebrows at the man.

"Wanna try?" Ross says and the boy nods excitedly. He hadn't been learning for too long (a fact he tells Ross) as the bass was a big guitar and even now looked a little funny resting in the small boy's hands. Despite this Ross teaches him something simple, smiling impressively when he plays it easily.

"He's good, '' he says to Y/n who smiles and nods. Ross tries to teach him something a little more advanced, an original baseline he had written for the song they were recording today and she smiles when June gets frustrated because he can't quite reach the right strings.

It's like watching a splitting image of her brother, when he'd get frustrated at her for not getting things quite right. She walks over to the pair, sitting down opposite June, next to Ross.

"Try this" Ross says, adjusting the boy's hand slightly, this time when he tries his fingers reach the right strings and he cheers happily.

"Hey mate" George says as he joins the group, "that sounds good" June smiles up at him at that.

"Ross taught me it!" That makes her smile widely and she can't help but reach for her phone, snapping a quick picture of the child.

"Wanna record it? Be on your first record?" George suggests and June nods excitedly.

"Alright with you, auntie Y/n?" George says, his tongue peeking out at the corner of his mouth, making her laugh and roll her eyes at the man.

"Of course... going to be on your first record at the age of 6 bud" she says. Ross takes the bass from the child and he hugs Y/n tightly. Matty and Y/n set up everything ready for him, plugging in the bass.

"Okay mate, so this is how it works, see this" Matty says, pointing to a little red button to the left of where they stand, the boy nods.

"That will turn red when George clicks record" June nods again.

"And then you'll hear these little clicks in your ear phones" Matty says, nodding to George who clicks play briefly so June can hear what he's talking about. He then pauses the track to allow Matty to continue to explain.

"The metronome" everyone smiles at the boy's words, it also raises a few eyebrows, each of the guys impressed.

"That's right" Matty nods.

"Then you'll hear Y/n's beautiful voice okay?" June nods again and smiles at her. She rolls her eyes at the compliment but smiles at Matty.

"We can count you in and then you can play yeah?" June nods.

"What if I mess up?" June says.

"Don't worry about that mate, auntie Y/n messes up all the time" Matty says making her laugh loudly.

"Unfair" she says, eyes finding him, he sticks his tongue at her and it makes the child smile and laugh.

"Ready bud?" she asks and he nods. She shuffles back, allowing Matty to take over, the man counting the child in when needed. She watches proudly as he smashes it, getting the short baseline right on the first go. Ross steps in to take the bass from him and watches as the child pounces on Y/n excitedly, knocking her from her crouched position.

She cushions the child's fall with two hands on his back as he hugs her tightly. She laughs loudly and everyone smiles fondly at the sight.

"Smashed it kid!" she says, nuzzling her face into his neck and embarrassing him.

George does a quick edit of the new recording and then plays the track out loud. June sits up suddenly, clutching her hand tightly.

"You did that bud" George says through the microphone.

"Rockstar" Matty says, making him smile widely again.

By the end of the day, June is well and truly tired: having had a go on the drum kit (accompanied by George and making a load of racket), taught a simple guitar riff by Matty (after they spoke about their curly hair together, something y/n found ridiculously adorable) and having played Ross' bass again (crawling into the man's lap and working with him to reach the right strings, something yn snapped a few pictures of, immediately sending them to Olivia).

Now he's asleep in Y/n's arms on a sofa in the studio, with an inflated ego (having received a multitude of compliments by the bandmates), indented fingers and a happy smile resting on his busted lips.

"You're really good with him" Jamie says, sitting opposite her. The guys are working on this and that whilst laughing together.

"Thanks" she says, smiling down at the child as she smooths a hand through his curls.

"How old is he?"

"6"

"Ooo rough age that" Jamie says, making her laugh.

"Matty told me about your brother... Sorry to hear it" Jamie says.

"It's okay... been a while"

"6 years I'm guessing" Jamie says and she nods with a smile, eyes back on her nephew.

"You're really close with him huh?"

"Only known him for 4 years... but he's the most important person in my life" she says, eyes moving upwards and finding the boys. They were all sat at the sound desk, Matty's legs resting below the various buttons, arms hooked over his knees as he laughed with his head thrown back. George had a hand hooked behind his shoulders, laughing that bizarre cackling laugh he did that instantly made her smile. And Ross, sat next to Matty, eyes crinkled as he smiled widely, dimples showing and eyes sparkling, Ross’ chesty chuckle ringing around the room.

"One of the most important people" she corrects and Jamie looks behind them, where she's looking and smiles widely.

"They really care about you, you know" Jamie says and she nods.

"I know..."

"Think they would've been heartbroken if you guys hadn't signed the contract" he admits and she chuckles.

"Was always going to sign the contract Jamie" she admits and he nods.

"I know..." he pauses but she knows he has more to say, he hesitates but then speaks again "just want to make sure you're doing it for the right reasons" she knows what he's suggesting. That she was doing it because of them. She couldn't deny they nudged her in the right direction, made the decision an easier one, but it was always going to be the right thing to do. The offer was too good to refuse.

"I've wanted this since I was 6 Jamie... And we had plenty of opportunities but they were never... right? This feels right" she explains and he nods slowly.

"But does it feel right because of them?" he asks; it was a fair question. But she knew the answer. Her eyes find them again anyway and she smiles.

"It feels right because this is the first time we have worked with people who haven't shut down our ideas the first chance they get. It feels right because Abbie and Matty work well together, because Clara and Ross come up with dope basslines and because for the first time ever Jay doesn't fight against others' ideas, he rolls with them. It feels right because we've met people who are just like us, with a creative vision that they nourish instead of stomping out and a label who supports that. So yes it feels right because of them, but not just because of them" she explains and Jamie nods and smiles.

"Good" he says, reaching for her hand and squeezing gently before leaving her. Her phone begins to ring and the boy in her lap stirs gently, but not enough to wake up. She answers quietly.

"Hi" she says in a hushed voice.

"I'm downstairs"

"Okay... June's asleep..." she says.

"You got him?"

"yeah I've got him, be down in a second" she hangs up, hand drifting through the child's hair again.

"June my love... gotta wake up bud, Mum's here" she says and the child groans, stirring in her lap and nuzzling his head into her hand.

"Everything okay?" she hears, her eyes snap up and she sees Ross smiling down at her.

"Yeah just a stubborn child" she says, chuckling and attempting to wake the child again. When he doesn't wake she stands unsteadily, the child heavy in her arms. She begins walking with him but struggles.

"Can I?" Ross asks, gesturing to the child in her arms. She trusts him with her life and the offer is so sweet it has her stomach dipping and soaring. She nods with a smile and allows the man to carry the child, the two of them walking down the stairs. Matty watches him and smiles when their eyes meet.

"Hi!" Olivia says when she sees the pair, practically fawning over the man that's carrying her child.

"Thank you Ross, that's really sweet" she says, opening the back door of her car and allowing the man to slide him into the back seat carefully.

"No trouble" he says, smiling down at her.

"How was he?" Olivia directs her question to Y/n who smiles widely.

"He was an angel" Olivia raises her eyebrows at that.

"He played the bass with Ross and even recorded a bit for a track" she says, Olivia smiling at that.

"Oh that's amazing, thank you squish" Ross smirks at the name, reminding himself to ask about it later. "Forever going to be the best auntie, he's never going to shut up about his rock star aunt at school now. Thank you again... all of you" she says, directing the last of her words to Ross.

"Our pleasure truly... He's welcome anytime" it makes Y/n smile widely and Ross smile back at her. She knows Olivia is going to ask something a bit personal before she does but she doesn't have the chance to intercept it before it happens.

"Do you have kids Ross?" she knows he doesn't, Y/n had told her basically everything there was to know about the man. In fact, she was one of the only people that knew how confusing her thoughts about him and his friend were.

"No" he chuckles "my brother has a son... he means the world to me to be honest" he admits and it makes Y/n smile again.

"That's really sweet" Olivia says, eyes landing on Y/n and she smirks and raises her eyebrows again.

"Anyway... we should be going" Olivia says "thanks again", she steps forward, wrapping her sister-in-law in a tight hug.

"If you don't fuck that man I will kill you" she murmurs into her ear. Ross catches the gist of the words and it makes him smirk, turning his head so as to not look like he heard on purpose.

"You're so annoying" she murmurs back before pulling away, Y/n hands her June's bag and she then enters the car, stopping once she's nearly inside.

"Seriously do it, it will be good for you" Olivia says.

"Goodbye Olivia!" she says, rolling her eyes and shutting the woman's door. Y/n then turns to Ross, as Olivia begins driving off.

"Sorry about that" she says, awkwardly running a hand through her hair, hoping he didn't hear her words.

"Thank you for today... you were really good with him" she says, stepping forward slightly so they were closer.

"You're welcome... he's a good kid" Ross says, pulling her closer, hands closing around her waist. Someone drives past and beeps at them, Ross pulls away and takes her hand, taking them round the corner of the building for some more privacy. He pulls her towards him then, his back finding the wall of the building as he holds her flush to him.

"Care to explain what squish is?" he asks, one hand hooking under her chin, gently holding her face in his soft grasp.

"You caught that huh?" she chuckles and he nods. She laughs and rolls her eyes at the thought of having to explain this just because of Olivia.

"Promise not to take the piss out of me?" she asks, hands finding his chest, flattening against the covered flesh, smoothing against it and smiling at the sight.

"Me? Never" he says and it makes her laugh again.

"When I was younger... whenever people said things I didn't like, didn't agree with or things that made me uncomfortable, I would try to hide my opinion but without knowing it I would squish my face up... I showed videos of Dyl and I to June so he'd know his dad a little more y’know… Olivia has been calling me that ever since" she explains and Ross smiles.

"Well now I've just got to see that" he says, pushing forward slightly, nudging her body with his a little.

"Never" she says.

"Please" he begs, she shakes her head. He pulls her tighter towards him, nuzzling into her neck and mumbling another "please", drawing a "no" from her.

"I can be really persuasive" he mumbles into her ear before his lips find her neck, lightly moving against the skin. Her eyes flutter shut at the feeling and she sighs.

"Please" he mumbles against the skin, leaving a simple peck there before pulling back. She supposes it's because she knows he may reward her if she does it so her nose scrunches up, her eyes squint and her lips purse.

"That's simply adorable" he says, a jokey tone to his voice before he places a peck to her scrunched up nose. Her face falls back to normal and she shoves him lightly. He copies her previous face, scrunching his nose, lightly mocking her.

"You're mean" she says, hands pressing against his chest, sending him backwards against the wall again.

"And you're adorable" he says, leaning forward before he dips to the left, nuzzling back into her neck making her giggle, hands finding the back of his head, attempting to pull him away from her. Her hands grasp his bun, lightly tugging at it, he moves with it, pulling back from her neck, smiling down at her.

"Careful squish... might have to listen to Olivia if you do that again" he jokes but his words let her know that he did indeed hear her sister-in-law’s words earlier.

"Don't get cocky now MacDonald '' she raises with a huge smile. They fall silent for a second before her eyes flick to his mouth. It's a comfortable silence, undeniably sweet.

"You made his day today... thank you again" she says and he smiles down at her again, hands finding her chin again.

"It was nice... made me miss the little man though" he admits, referring to his own nephew.

"When do you get to see him again?" she asks.

"I'll arrange to visit them soon" she nods at that.

"Could come with me if you'd like... if you're not busy of course" he suggests and she nods.

"I'd love that" she doesn't think that it's perhaps too early for them, that it would be hard to explain to his brother what they were when they were asked, she didn't even think that she'd likely have to come up with an excuse as to why she wasn't available. She just agreed.

"Yeah?" he asks.

"Yeah" he smiles down at her, liking her answer.

"Besides" she says, tugging him forward slightly until their lips graze "you with kids? Hot." she admits making him smirk.

"Oh really?" he says with a raised eyebrow.

"Very" she says before pulling him the rest of the way, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. 

Meanwhile in the studio, Matty is tidying up the space, putting things back into their original places. But when he goes to walk across the room, his foot hits something, kicking it slightly further across the floor. His eyes flick down, spotting the black notebook in which he's seen her scribble in a fair amount now. He leans down, grabbing the book and raising it up, but something slips from between the pages, landing folded at the tip of his boots.

He should've picked it up carefully, and gently placed it back in-between the pages. But Matty was just a man, a curious one who often did things against his better judgement. Things he knew would likely cause him more trouble than they’re worth.

But not this, not when he unfolds the paper, and reads the first line and knows this is definitely worth it. It’s a song scribbled out onto the page, the ink spills across the paper, the words almost completely linked, as if it was pouring out from her and she couldn't stop it. The title is directly in the middle, written untidily at the top of the page.

“Take Me Higher” it reads. A complete contrast to all the other writing of hers he’d ever seen. 

Let our passions ignite, bodies tangled in the night

Don't lie, don't deny, I set your souls alight

"Souls" he murmurs to himself, hearing George mutter a "hmm?" To which he quickly rushes out a "nothing don't worry" before he continues reading.

You're the fire, dark desire, come on now, feed the fire

Heat rising, bodies colliding, dripping sweat, tastes like sex

Rhythm pounding, hearts racing, together we're finding what's next

Matty feels his heartrate pick up, his chest constricts just slightly, the air expelled from his lungs in a sharp exhale, one which comes out shaky and broken. He reads over the last two lines of the verse “heat rising, bodies colliding, dripping sweat tastes like sex”. Images flash through his brain, all of her in compromising positions, her beautiful body lathered in sweat, glistening under the dark light of his room. He feels his body heat, cheeks flushing as his eyes darken. “Rhythm pounding, hearts racing, together we’re finding what’s next” he reads the line again, mind plagued with thoughts he shouldn’t be having. Like her lips wrapped around him, or pressed against his own, or him, in between her thighs, driving into her until all he knew was her name and all she knew was his. 

Her back is the one pressed against the concrete now, thighs spread, one leg hitched up, resting against his hip as his lips move quickly against hers, tongues fighting, saliva mixing until they don't know where one begins and where the other ends. She feels slightly exposed, the skirt she’s wearing hitching upwards the longer she holds her thigh up over his hip. The cool air meets her clothed core, her panties visibly soaked. Resisting him this long had been a difficult feat, but this, right now, was harder than any of those days combined. This is reckless though, she had been trying her hardest to hide this, but all it would take is for one of the others to come out and they'd be caught. Maybe it added to the thrill of it? Maybe it would be easier if they were caught?

Her back arches as he pushes forward more, she feels him against her core, hard and desperate. He pulls away when he realises what he’s done, not wanting to push her too far. But with a sigh she grabs his shoulder, hand drifting down his chest, down across his stomach, beginning to dip down until he’s breathless, curving back up at the last minute, landing on his hip.

“Tease” he mumbles against her lips making her chuckle against his mouth. 

“I'll show you a tease” she murmurs, teeth closing around his bottom lip and taking it with her as she pulls away a little, the hand against his hip pulls slightly, until his clothed member collides with her clothed core. She releases his lip from the attack of her teeth, letting it snap back to place before he pushes them back to hers, tongue pressing eagerly against hers. He grunts into her mouth, one large hand finding her thigh, his palm squeezes the flesh and her skirt slips slightly, revealing more skin to him. He rolls his hips forward experimentally.

“Fuck” they say in unison. This was the furthest they had gone, it wasn't much, but my oh my it was euphoric. 

Matty reads the words “touches” what seems like a thousand times, plural. His mind spirals at that, what was this about? Who was this about? He looks around the room, George sat with a pair of headphones on and of course Jamie is nowhere to be seen. Surprise surprise he thinks. He slides from the room then, escaping to the bathroom. He perches on the lid of the toilet, hand placed on his thigh, nails digging in when he reads the next words.

Now we're touching the sky

We are ready to fly

Take me higher, we'll soar and defy

I got the feeling that we're gonna -

He feels his blood rush south, imagining the way she’d sing this, voice breathy and high pitched, hitched in her throat as if she was about to… he imagines her again, sweaty body sprawled out on his bed, thrashing about amongst his bed sheets, back arching off his bed. She’d moan, a breathless sound, something akin to his name. His cock twitches under his jeans and his hand finds his hair, tugging harshly, other hand gripping the piece of paper so harshly it crinkles. He tries his hardest to resist the urge to please himself… tries. 

“Fuck” he says, what would it feel like if she tugged his hair? That image of her arching her back flashes through his mind again. Only this time he’s hovering above her. His hand moves back down from his hair, he shouldn’t - he knows he shouldn’t but he can’t help himself. His palm finds his aching member, pressing flat against the hardness, eyes fluttering shut as he imagines driving into her. The way she’d sigh, the way she’d moan his name, begging for more. 

Hit that level, strum that bass, flick that switch

Let's get sinful, baby, let me be your demon's itch

Craving your touches until we unleash hot rock and roll

“Ross” she says, hands moving from his back to his bun, tugging at the hair until he growls into her mouth. Well he definitely liked that, she thinks. His hips move against hers, rolling forward, hitting her clit with every rotation. 

He pulls back for a breather, eyes snapping south, accompanied by hers. He watches as he rolls his hips forward again. He sees his member bulging and straining against his jeans. Her eyes snap to the same thing he’s looking at, although it affects her much more. She caused that. Her, the one who had been shaky all day, messing up things that were supposed to be second nature to her. She did that to him, the man she had idolised since a teenager, loving the way his quiet nature fascinated her, the way his passion for music shone without him having to thrust it into people’s faces.

The man who belonged to her favourite band, the man who she had grown close to, the man she had begun to picture a life with, before hers had really begun.

She also can't help but notice how well endowed he was. She’s not surprised, the sight only confirming her suspicions, but it has one too many dirty thoughts bedevilling her mind, like how he’d feel inside her, how he’d likely reach places inside her that no one had ventured to before. She knew then, that she'd let him, and only him, paint those places with his cum.

He hears her moan his name again and his eyes snap to find hers again. Mouth falling open as he grunts, seeing her like this - back arching, chest pushed against his and she moans, eyes dark like the night - made him crazy.

He leans forward, lips finding her neck, kissing up to her ear, sucking the flesh behind her lobe. 

“Let me please you” he demands into her ear.

“You are” she says, pulling him back from her neck, not wanting him to leave a mark. He shakes his head as he looks at her. 

“That's not what I mean,” he says, lips pressed against the skin that's exposed at her chest, wandering downwards, over her covered skin, drifting south. 

“Oh fuck” she says, realising what he means. He's on his knees then, lips pressing against her skin, moving to the left until they’re grazing her inner thigh. Her head falls back against the wall as her hands weave their way through his hair, goosebumps rising across her flesh. 

We'll ride on passion's wave and lose all control

In your eyes, I discover lust burning inside

Matty’s hand dips below the waistband of his jeans and underwear, rolling his palm against his cock. 

“Fuck” he grunts, he hunches slightly, slipping down the toilet a little. When his head snaps backwards it lands against the china, it digs into his head but he truly doesn't care. Nothing could get her off his mind, the lyrics she had written plaguing his mind with dirty, filthy, devilish thoughts. He imagines the way her small hand would wrap around his cock, he copies the movements, hand finding himself aching and hard, his fist encloses around himself. Her hand would be softer. He'd still be warm in her hand just like he is his own, but he knows it would be better, because it was her. He gives himself an experimental stroke as his eyes snap open, finding her words and reading them again.

“Fucking hell” he says as his eyes scan over the page, his hand moves slowly, up and down, up and down. His eyes mirror the movement of his hand, but quicker, trying to decide which line to reread, which line is his favourite, which line would make him…

He moans, thumb running over the head of his cock, spreading the precum that's seeping from him down his shaft. His eyes land on a particular line again, and he mumbles it out loud, wanting to hear how it would sound, not in his head. 

"In your eyes, I discover lust burning inside" he reads out loud, doing his best to keep quiet. But then a moan is tearing from his throat and his hips are snapping up, thrusting into his own hand.

Explode like dynamite, carnal desire can't be denied

In this darkness, we'll do what we want, our secrets we won't hide

"Ross wait" she says, fingers finding his chin, tugging lightly at him sending him backwards, feeling the way his hair scratched her fingertips, making her think of heavenly it would feel in-between her thighs.

"Do you want to stop?" He asks with a rogue kiss to her inner thigh, tongue peeking out just so before he pulls away with a smirk. Her dark orbs find his: reflections of each other. She shakes her head with her mouth agape, the way he smirks has her core fluttering and her pulling her lip between her teeth.

He stands, fingertips pulling back her lip "don't bite that lip" he warns.

"Why? Wanna do it for me?" He grunts, pushing his mouth to hers, nibbling her lips before his tongue finds hers, fighting with each other, his winning in the end. 

"Do you want this?" He asks against her mouth, his voice is soft, letting her know that it truly was okay to stop, if she wanted. His hand finds her core as he poses the question, stroking against the wet fabric of her underwear, making her sigh against his mouth.

"I want this… just not here"   she allows him to weave his hand through hers, dragging her body with his willingly, giggles and laughter falling from them easily as they practically run back up the stairs. Her palm finds his mouth when they are near the top, silencing the laughter coming from him. His hand finds her waist, tugging her towards him, spinning them at the last instant until he's pressing her against the wall, trapping her against it with his lips. She moans into his mouth, her body working on its own accord, arching her back until her chest is flush against his. It was reckless, all it took for them to get caught was Jamie to come back from wherever he had disappeared to or for Matty or George to round the corner and see them in their current position. Which was getting more compromising with every second, because now, Ross is pushing his leg forward, her thighs separating and making way for the limb. She holds back the moan that attempts to tear from her throat when she feels the muscular flesh press against her in a way so heavenly her eyes flutter and the moan slips from her mouth into his.

“As much as I love those pretty little noises, you've got to be quiet” he says against her mouth. She gently shoves his shoulder, intertwining their hands again and pulling him further along the studio corridor, opening the first door she finds. The room is small, cold and dark, various cables and different pieces of equipment are placed on shelves which line the walls. She tugs him in the dark room and he quietly closes the door behind them, spinning them again until her back is pressed against the dark wood. 

His lips bruise themselves against her neck as her hands weave into his hair again, and she doesn’t stop herself from tugging at his hair time, she wants to know his reaction. And she's so glad she does, because when she tugs the strands, it sends him a little further away from her neck, he growls as he pushes forward again. That singular noise accompanied by a subtle bite of her neck has her raising her leg again, hooking it over his hip and behind him, her heel landing on his behind and pushing against it, loving the way he grunts again, one hand sprawling out to catch himself against the door. It forces his clothed member to rub against hers again and she loves how he isn't hesitant when he rolls his hips forward once more. The seam of his jeans rubs against her clit over her panties and she can't help but moan into his mouth, a little bit louder than before. 

His hand finds her thigh, pushing against the fabric that sits bunched there, pushing it further up until it rests against her hips, revealing herself to him. And what a sight, it has him salivating, panting, needing her - desperately needing her. But this wasn't about him, no this was about her. And god when he sees that little wet patch seeping through the fabric of her panties he so desperately wants to taste her. 

His lips find her ear at the same time his hand moves down to her centre, pausing at her inner thigh until he speaks “let me please you love, will you let me do that?” he murmurs into her ear, taking it into his mouth after he utters the sentence. She nods vigorously, his hand begins moving and she wishes he’d stop staring at her like that for she knew if he continued she wouldn't last long.

Her eyes fall down to his hand as it moves again, he watches too, slowly inching closer to where she needs him. She didn't want to miss a single second of this. His hand drifts across her thighs, upwards grazing against her core before he jumps over it with a smirk. Purposefully missing it and landing on her lower stomach. His large hand lays flat against her abdomen, practically covering the whole of it, slipping under the hem of her top. Two fingers find the little piece of jewellery attached to her belly button, ghosting over the metal before it disappears again, inching south, back to where she needs him. 

"You're such a tease" she says, making him look at her once more. He watches the way she bites her lip again and the way her eyes have darkened with lust for him.

"You're so beautiful" he says as his hand moves down again, fingers hooking under the top of her underwear and her breath hitches again. Two fingers toy with her folds making her sigh, pulling him forward until their mouths graze again. They don't kiss though, she simply pants into his open mouth as his fingers tease her, playing with her, searching her face, watching the pleasure appear.

"So wet for me" she swallows his words with her lips as he easily finds her clit, beginning to rub slow torturous circles against the bundle of nerves. Her back arches, her tits smearing against his chest. 

"Fuck Ross" he pulls away after she says it, mouth hanging open as his fingers still.

"Why'd you stop?" She says but then he's slowly inching a finger inside her, making her sigh, the loud moans she's been trying to suppress getting harder and harder to do so.

"I've been waiting to hear you like this for so long" he groans as he kisses her again. His moans fall into her mouth and she moans back, knowing he'd swallow it. His finger slips from inside with a whiny protest from her, but she immediately shuts up when he begins tugging the lace down. She watches the way he pockets the fabric with a smirk, she mirrors his expression, her tongue peeking out of her mouth and swiping against his bottom lip. 

He looks down at her again, without the barrier and he moans her name, pulling back completely away from her, her thigh nearly falling from his hip. His hands weave into his hair as he stares at her, eyes raking down her form, not knowing what to land on. 

“I knew you’d be perfect but jesus christ Y/n…” his words trail off but they're everything, the best collection of words she thinks she’s ever heard. Suddenly the words, I and knew and you and be and perfect and especially Y/n are her favourite sounds. And the way they fall effortlessly from his lips: they’re perfection. He is perfection. 

“Don’t make me wait any longer” he’s back in between her legs in a split second then, holding her thigh against his hip harshly. 

He mumbles a “keep that there, pretty girl” before he lets go of the flesh. Pretty girl. They were her favourite words now, definitely. 

His finger moves back down, faster than ever before, he slides one in, just one, feeling the way she convulses around it. He swears at the feeling, eyes trained on the way she takes it, so perfectly. She sighs and it's his favourite sound. He thinks he should record the noise, hide it in tracks for the world to hear, without the slightest inclination of how lucky they are. He pulls back his finger before pushing back in and curving and oh my it's heavenly.

"Ross" she moans again, gripping his shoulder harshly "more" her eyes find his and his hips move forward on their own. His body fails with a singular sigh of his name, the man never hearing it sound so perfect. Another finger joins the other, working in tandem.

His eyes fall down to see his fingers working inside her, curving slightly and snapping up to see her reaction. Nothing could've prepared him for it, a clench of her hand on his shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut before immediately snapping open, eyes bearing into his, glassy and glistening. Her back arches again and a pretty sigh of his name falls from her lips again. 

But what really gets him, what causes him to twitch in his jeans, his eyes to darken impossibly more and him feeling the hardest he had ever been in his life, was the way she clenches around his fingers. 

"Look at you…" he murmurs, eyes unwavering from her cunt now. "So fucking pretty, clenching around my fingers like that" her eyes fall to see what he's talking about, and she can't deny… it's hot. The way his thick fingers move in and out of her, the way her cunt looks wrapped around them and the sounds… the sounds might just be his favourite, that and the way she moans his name.

“Is this good for you?” he asks with a smirk, knowing the answer anyway. It's cocky, but it's hot. Really fucking hot. All she can manage is a quick nod, her mouth falling open and a moan beginning to slip. He quickly catches it with his mouth, not wanting to be heard by anyone else. 

“Rhythm pounding, hearts racing, together we're finding what's next” Matty reads those words again, and he’s unsure whether it is his imagination or whether he actually hears her moans, but he swears he hears them. His hand halts on his cock, and he steadies his breathing, focusing his attention on listening. It rings out again, barely there and oh so quiet but it’s something. His hips fail him again, rising on their own accord until his thrusting into his hand, once and then once more before he wills himself to stop again. 

And to focus… to listen.

Ross’s fingers curve again as his thumb finds her clit, applying euphoric figures of eight against the bundle of nerves. His pace accelerates and she really tries to hide the moans, hide her pleasure, but she fails… Miserably. Her back arches again and he fails to cover her mouth with his this time. He thinks the noise she lets out is beautiful, his new-found favourite melody, but he knew if they got caught they’d be screwed. And so his unoccupied hand snaps to her mouth. She giggles against it, a moan tearing from her half way through, muffled by his mouth.

“Shhhh” he says, laughing because she laughs. “You’ve got to be quiet love… we don't want to get caught” despite his words his movements don't falter. His hand loosens from her mouth, allowing her to reply. But it comes out high pitched, a mumble through her teeth, trying her hardest to remain quiet. 

“Stop being so good at this and maybe I’ll be able to” she says, eyes fluttering as her voice hitches again. Her words inflate his ego and he smears his mouth to hers, meeting her tongue with such an unfathomable force that her head clatters against the wood. He mumbles a “sorry” into her mouth but she doesn’t seem to care, clenching around his fingers again as her tongue fights against him.

Matty sits in the bathroom next to them, hearing little noises here and there, not able to stop his imagination from running wild, allowing his hand to set an unforgiving pace against his cock. He muffles his own moans with his fist, biting into the knuckles to silence himself. He knew this was wrong, getting off to her noises well aware that it was his best friend drawing those pretty noises from her. He feels conflicted when he doesn't feel jealous… it just turns him on further. Making his hips stutter upwards, pistoning up into his hand.

“Fuck” he moans. He wonders what it would be like to be there with them, he swears he'd deal with just being able to watch, if they’d let him. He wonders if Ross would let him touch her too, if he’d allow him to join in. He thinks… he would. If it's what she wanted. 

His pace quickens, the sound of skin colliding against his hardness filling the room. The paper has been discarded to the side, still in his line of vision and when he manages to keep his eyes open, they never leave it. He lowers his fist away from his hand for a second, opening his mouth and letting his spit fall, coating his cock just like he'd imagine she would. The sounds are wetter now and it feels better, so much better. 

It feels like she'd feel, wet around him, clenching him, ready to milk him for all his worth. He tightens his grip, hoping she'd be just as tight.  

“I want to taste you” Ross murmurs into her mouth, catching the oncoming moans with his own again. He wants to taste her, she loves that. “I need to taste you” he repeats. She loves that even more. She pulls away, lip tucked in between her teeth as she stares at him.

“Want that?” she nods, vigorously.

“You’ve got to stay quiet darling” he says and she nods again.

“I will” she won't. 

Her head falls slack against the door with a thump as he drifts down to his knees, he looks up at her through his eyelashes and if that didn’t do it for her there would be something seriously wrong with her.

“Careful sweetheart” sweetheart, she sighs. She giggles a school girlish noise that slips from her lips before she has the chance to stop it when she sees him smirk again. She was never one for pet names, but when they came from his mouth, she loved them. She was obsessed with them, never wanting him to say her name again, only sweetheart and darling and pretty girl.

He fucks up into his hand, continuing to bite into the flesh, although it doesn't silence his grunts as much as he wants it too. He grunts when hears a thud against the wall next to him. What were they up to? He didn't know. But he could imagine. And by god did he imagine.

He settles himself in between her thighs, one hand gripping the back of her calf, drifting up and down once as his eyes land on hers again, wanting to check once more that this was what she wanted. With a singular nod his tongue meets her skin, separating her folds, causing her back to arch again. Her hand snaps to her mouth, covering it completely, the moans falling freely into her palm, dulled out as she bites into the flesh. 

Her other hand falls into his hair and she smiles against her palm as his hand finds hers, manoeuvring it until his hair band is out and she can tug against the free strands. His fingers cover hers and he tenses them together, silently letting her know she could do what she wants.

So she does, tugging harshly and likely hurting him when his tongue swipes through her folds again. He moans into her and she moans into her hand. His beard scratches against her skin, a new feeling to her, but she likes it. The dull pain mixed with intense pleasure is a blissfully heady mixture that she’d never experienced before, her previous partners being subpar in comparison to him. 

He pulls back briefly to mutter a “taste so good love” before he dives back in, swiping through her folds and collecting her juices just to quench his thirst before he focuses on really giving her the pleasure she deserves.

He finds her clit again, sucking the bud and making her clench around his head. He couldn’t wait to do this without her hand swallowing her moans, to really hear her, hear the noises he was easily pulling from her. 

“Oh fuck that’s good” she says, hand slipping from her mouth momentarily before its back there again. He can do better, he knows it and she does too when he smirks up at her, fingers finding her puckered hole again. Two easily thrust in and he loves the way she instantly flutters around them, the pace he sets is unforgiving and it's not long until she’s on the edge. 

She pulls away slightly when he sucks at her clit again, tongue swiping through her folds in the next moment. His fingers leave her to grip her hips, holding him to his mouth but she doesn't care, because it's not long until they’re pushing back in. He has her reaching a high she knows she's never reached before. Safe to say he’s ruined her for anyone else, not that was even an option now. She had him now and was never, ever letting him go. 

His fingers curve, finding her g-spot and the way he caresses it, it has her shaking beneath him. The way his tongue moves against her is possessive and when she feels his tongue moving, in a very particular way that sure feels like his name, her eyes fall to him.

He's already looking up at her, and her hand falls from her mouth but it still hangs open. She’s his, he’s marking her from within, she’d feel him for days, she was convinced of it and the thought was a welcomed one.

Her mouth falls open and no noise comes from her but she spasms and shakes as his fingers pull from her before pushing back in and curving and hitting her g spot again and again, over and over.

“Fuck ross” she says, although her words are barely formed and end up sounding much more like nonsense.  Her fingertips envelope his chin, thumb smoothing over his beard, coated in her wetness. It's a sinful sight, one which a cold shower or two would definitely not fix. Her mouth falls open further and her back arches again. His fingers hook one last time, mouth completely closing round her clit and she breaks. She shakes and he sees her through it, fingers held inside her, caressing the bundle of nerves within her, as he kitten licks at her clit, finally pushing fully against the whole of her as she cums. 

“Ross” she moans, a quiet murmur of his name that might be his favourite yet. Accompanied by a shake of her body and the closing of her thighs. 

Her hand is still holding his chin gently and when the sensation becomes too much she lightly tugs against it. He obeys, pulling from her and licking his lips clean. She watches as he brings his fingers to his mouth too, cleaning them off with a smirk. Her hand grips his chin. It's her new favourite site.

“You’re good at that” her head falls against the door and she sighs, smiling to herself “really fucking good” her hand slips from his chin. He chuckles at her, standing from her thighs, hand enclosing around her waist. He wanted to kiss her but wasn’t sure she’d like that. But then she's pulling him to her, lips finding his, tongue finding his. He tastes like her and she moans, it's erotic but he loves it.

Her fingertips find his chin again as she pulls back, looking at his beard which was still slightly glistening with her, she chuckles at the site. 

“Made a bit of a mess” she laughs and he smiles. 

“Good” he murmurs, pressing his lips to hers again, a brief kiss. 

“Never gotten head from a guy with a beard before” she admits and he raises his eyebrows.

“Don't want to hear about your ex-boyfriends after I just made you come” he says and it has her raising her eyebrows too.

“Guess I won't tell you how shockingly bad they were in comparison then” she says, turning her head slightly, his lips find her jaw, pressing against it as he mumbles a “oh no… that I want to hear… tell me more” 

His hips thrust into his hand once, twice more, before they're sputtering upwards. His cock twitches in his hand, ropes of cum hitting his stomach, he groans a loud, drawn out noise into his bawled up fist. 

"Oh fuck…." He can't help but think how she'd take it if she was here, would she let him coat her chest? Would she beg for him to cum down her throat? He shakes the thoughts away, guilty grabbing handfuls of tissue and wiping himself clean.

"For God sake' he says, hastily removing the obscene amount of come from his stomach. He tucks himself back into his trousers, zipping them up, lifting the lid if the toilet and flushing the tissues. He washes his hands and takes in his reflection.

He shakes his head at himself "fuck off" he murmurs, talking to himself.

He shakes a hand through his hair, and splashes his face with water before he leaves the room, taking the paper, folding it up and placing it in his pocket. He sends a text to George explaining that he wasn't feeling too well and heads home.

Her hand drifts down his chest, but he encloses it before she gets the chance to touch him. Her eyes find his and she furrows her eyebrows.

"Your turn" she says and he smiles but shakes his head, placing a simple peck to her lips.

"That's not why I did that love… I wanted to please you" he explains.

"And you did, you really did" she smirks "now I want to return the favour" he pecks her mouth again after that.

"Another time I promise… we should get back" he says and she frowns. Did he not want her?

"Trust me love… I want to, I want you so badly, but if we're gone another minute I fear our little secret won't be so secretive anymore" he says, silencing her mind as if he could read it.

"Okay" she says and smiles at him. His fingertips envelope her chin lightly, bringing her lips to his for a sweet kiss, one which disabled her momentarily.

"Trust me love… I promise we will have another chance… I'd quite like to get between those pretty little thighs of yours again" he says, his voice dropping an octave. It makes her blush deeply.

"Okay" she says coyly, smiling a dopey smile up at him. 

"Let's get back, yeah?" She nods at his words leaning up to press another kiss to his lips. He smiles into it and suddenly everything feels different between them but at the same time it's as if nothing has changed at all.

George is somehow none the wiser when they return to the studio, too buried in work to realise how much time had passed. She asks where Matty is and George shrugs explaining that he left a while ago but he wasn't sure where he went. George lifts his phone and sees the message his curly haired friend sent reading it aloud to the pair. 

"Hope he's okay" Ross says and George nods, placing his phone down again.

"It's getting late, you should probably head home soon too" George says and both Ross and y/n nod.

"And you?" Yn asks and George smiles.

"I just want to finish this up and then I'll head… you guys go" George says with a smile. Yn smiles back and leans down to hug him and Ross' hand clasps around his before they're leaving.

It's dark outside the dark and a chill runs through her body but it's not long before Ross is wrapping an arm around her frame, warming her instantly.

"I'll walk you home if you like" the air around them feels different now, it's somehow both more comfortable and more exciting. She wants nothing more than to let him walk her home, invite him up to her room and let the night unfold. But Matty is on the forefront of her mind now and she's worried.

"I'd love that…" she hesitates and Ross frowns slightly at her, reading her facial expressions and somehow decoding what she's thinking. She half expects him to sigh, for him to step away from her frame, but her heart swells when he pulls her in tighter. She’s surprised once more at how he seemed to be able to read her mind. 

"You want to check on Matty…" his voice trails off and she nods, unsure on what his reaction would be.

"Is that okay?" She asks, one hand gently holding his face. She feels the way his cheeks shift, a smile tugging at the edges of his lips until the crinkles that she loves form. He nods at her. He knows now that on some level, she was his, and he'd do anything to keep her.

"Yeah love, text me when you're home though yeah?" She nods. She watches as an idea seems to pop into his mind, his face lighting up and his smile spreading.

"We have a day off tomorrow…." we have the day off tomorrow, she liked the sound of that. In fact she loved it. They were a we now, or at least in some way. 

"We do…." She smiles and he smiles back, just as wide.

"Let me take you on a date" he says.

"Hmm… what's in it for me?" She jokes.

"Oh absolutely nothing… I'm not worth the trouble really" he jokes back, stepping away from her briefly, as if to walk away. She’s quick to grab his arb and pull him back.

"Hey hey hey, where do you think you're going?" She asks, making him chuckle a short laugh.

"Yes I'd love to go on a date with you" she says through a giggle.

"We'll go on a date then…" he says.

"Good"

"Good" he confirms it with a brief kiss before pulling away, she watches as he scrunches his nose up, eyes crinkling at the edges as he does and his lips pursing.

"It's a date then squish" he says and she lightly shoves him, but before he goes too far both hands wrap around her small wrists and he tugs gently. She crashes into his hard chest with a little "oomph" and he looks down at her with a smirk and all thoughts and ideas of scolding him for it disappear.

"I'll make it worth your while" he says, his voice low, it makes her shiver. She blushes, her mouth opens and closes, at a loss for words. He chuckles, the kind of one that's just an exhale through his nostrils and his grip loosens around her wrists.

"Go check on Matthew, text me when you get home and I'll see you tomorrow, 10 work for you?" He asks and she nods. 

"Sounds perfect" she watches as he looks both ways down the street and then back over his shoulder and up to the studio, before he turns back to her. No one was around, the street dark and empty. So he leans down and captures her lips in his, in a kiss that completely blows her mind. His soft ones against hers, tongue folding over hers, blissful sighs falling from her and soft groans from him. In those few moments, all that exists is him and them, the world slowing around them like something out of a romance novel. 

He pulls back and all she can do is nod and she chases his lips with hers. It makes him laugh and she slowly opens her eyes to see him again.

"Wow… that was some kiss" 

"You should go… see if Healy is okay" Ross says and she nods, leaning up for one last kiss.

'Dream about me' he says against her mouth, their lips momentarily separated and she nods before his move against hers again.

"As long as you dream about me…" she says, pulling back until their lips just graze.

"I have every day since I met you" 

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

it’s always exactly how you need it!

if you weren’t fucked until you were dumb and drooling, you’d have whiplash from how quickly ross goes from dominating and rough to sweet and gentle. all you have to do is lie there, cum dripping out of your cunt and onto your thighs and wait for him to be back with a warm wash cloth. 

“been so good for me,” he coos while gently wiping between your legs and through your folds. he’s especially careful when it comes to your oversensitive clit, praising you through it and calling you his sweet, perfect girl. 

on nights when it’s been particularly heavy, you don’t let him leave. not even when it feels uncomfortably sticky between your legs, not even when he tries to coax you to have a quick shower with him. but he knows all of that can wait until you can stop feeling so needy. and so he holds you close, pressing kisses to your head and making sure nothing hurts. 

“need to make sure you don’t have a carpet burn on your knees, love.”

and maybe you do and maybe you tell him as much. but the carpet burn can wait. so you lie there, limbs tangled up and in a sweaty heap until you can get your racing heart under control and your breathing is a bit more deep and even. 

“ross?” you ask, voice meek and unsure, “did you enjoy that? was i good?”

and he instantly notices the first signs of a subdrop. after that he wastes no time in showering you with praise, with affection and kisses. 

“baby, you don’t even know what you do to me,” he says and there’s so much conviction in his voice that it leaves absolutely no room for doubt. “fuck! you make me lose my mind every time… that’s how perfect you are.”

“i just feel so…weird,” you confess, “for liking everything that we did just now. for, uh, just… i enjoyed it when you were humiliating me like that…”

and he hums a little, taking a minute to press featherlight kisses all over your face. “you’re supposed to like it, love. if we both aren’t enjoying it then there’s no point in continuing it.”

and that is how it goes—sweet words and love and care until he can convince you to get some food and water and get in the shower with him. 

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

literally everything. 

not a day goes by that he doesn’t try to touch you at least once a day—exactly like a horny teenager who’s just gotten a chance with his celebrity crush. but if he were being honest, he’s definitely a tits man. 

if he’s had a particularly long day, you know he’s going to smush his face into your boobs and not leave until he’s feeling at least a little better. anything to do with your tits and he’s up for it in an instant. especially when you’re making out, chests pressed together and he can feel your nipples harden and respond perfectly to his touch. and then he can’t resist pushing his hand inside your t-shirt, and grabbing your tits in his hands. it’s always a bonus for him when you moan right into his mouth too, eager and already wet as he pinches your nipples and flicks them. 

if you’re in the mood for it, he will always, always prefer you riding him than just missionary. he loses his mind every time, staring up at you in absolute awe as you take control of the pace. 

“so fucking perfect, baby,” he pants, thrusting up into you, eyes trained on your bouncing tits and roaming occasionally to your exposed throat, your eyes closed and jaw slack with pleasure. his hold on your waist tightens just a smidge every time. 

“oh fuck, ross!” you mewl, and he watches you snake a hand between your legs to touch your clit. it’s just about the hottest sight in the world for him, and the absolute best feeling when you clench around him. 

that feeling, however, is topped two weeks later when you kneel in front of him, looking at him through your lashes and smiling coyly. he’s so so ready to feel your mouth around him, to fuck you until you have cum and spit dribbling down your chin but it seems you have different plans in mind. 

you pump him a few times, until he’s groaning and about to close his eyes in anticipation. but then ross watches you spit on his dick and press your tits around him. 

“want you to fuck my tits, baby. please,” is all you have to say before he’s thrusting between them. 

hand in your hair, tugging at the strands while you watch his tip disappear between your boobs repeatedly, practically drooling at how fucking filthy it sounds—he sounds. 

as for ross, he felt like his knees were just about to give out when you first pressed your boobs around him and he feels it again just as he cums—harder than he ever has—all over your breasts, panting and hungrily staring at you. 

“pretty fucking tits!” he groans, “all mine, aren’t they. made for me and only me.”

“all yours,” you moan, squirming in desperation and your head swimming at the sight of his cum all over your chest and dripping down your body. 

suffice it to say, ross returns the favour and he returns it well. 

for you, it’s his fingers. his hands in general but it’s his fingers that are of… particular interest. every time you watch him play the bass or watch videos that zoom onto his hands, you inadvertently clench your thighs together, thinking back to the multiple secret rendezvous you’ve had that end with his thick fingers buried deep inside you, thrusting faster than you can keep up with—hooking inside you, widening and stretching you out until you’re gushing all over his hand and crying out his name. 

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

okay, so this is a kink you discovered together. 

the first time you let him cum inside you, he stays buried in you for several minutes after, just feeling close to you and enjoying the intimacy until he has to pull out. of course, he does it slowly, making sure not to overstimulate you but every single thought flies out of his head at the sight of your swollen and dripping pussy. 

he just feels something so primal awaken in him as the sight of his cum on your thighs and he can’t help dipping his fingers in it. at first you don’t realise what’s happening, until you feel him drag the fingers up and then in you—pushing all the cum back inside you, finger-fucking you slowly while he’s at it. 

“ross?” you whimper, almost overstimulated at this point but it still feels so fucking good that you can’t help but clench around his fingers. 

“fuck, baby,” he groans back and continues fingering you until the room is full of filthy wet sounds and you’re back to squirming with want. “look so fucking sexy with my cum on your thighs. want a taste baby? wanna know how good we taste together?”

and you quickly nod a yes, wanting more than anything for him to keep going and to make you cum one more time. the next thing you know, both his hands are on your knees, parting your legs so that you’re in full display for him and he’s slotting himself between your legs. you jerk off the bed at the first touch of his tongue, toes curling and hands gripping into his hair until you can barely even see straight.

“cum on my tongue, baby,” he encourages and so you do, trembling the whole time until your body goes lax under him and even then the last of your strength is used up with he kisses you, coating your tongue with the taste of your and his release. 

very filthy, definitely something that lingers on your tongue and on your mind for a long time. 

d = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

polaroids. so many polaroids. 

it started one night when you were riding him. ross couldn’t stop staring at you, drenched in sweat and absolutely glowing in the moonlight that filtered in from the windows. your hair’s a mess and your lipstick smudged—practically even gone at that point but he thinks it’s the prettiest fucking sight he’s ever seen. 

“stay like that baby,” he urges and gets his phone camera ready, “fuck, so perfect!”

and you give him a show, rubbing your clit and bouncing on his cock and watching it disappear inside you every time—looking at the spot where your bodies connect. and the photos on his phone simply aren’t enough. he needs more, something substantial and real to capture all of you. so he grabs the first thing he can—a vintage polaroid that you got as a collector’s item and he snaps a photo. 

square and grainy and fucking perfect. in his mind, it still doesn’t do justice to the real thing and he knows it never will. but oh he’d be lying if he said it didn’t come close. 

and that’s how it starts—polaroids of you after sex, legs spread apart and his cum leaking out of you. polaroids of you tied up, ass in the air, and waiting for him with that hungry look in your eyes that he adores so fucking much. a few with you on your knees, his dick on your tongue—red lips closed around his tip. 

then there are the ones you took for him—ones of you in the shower and in front of a fogged up mirror, a few where you’re touching yourself. some with lingerie he got for you. and he always goes crazy when he looks at the photos. 

they’re not the dirty secret, however. not really. 

the secret is how he carries them with him whenever he’s away—tucked away safely at the bottom of his bag that’s always on him. they’re for his eyes only. some of them still have the lingering scent of your perfume or a smudge from your lipstick. 

and every once in a while you get a photo sent to you of one of them covered in his cum with the message – ruined this one. need to recreate it when i’m back x. 

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

very! and yes he definitely knows what he’s doing.

but that’s not to say you have never experienced any firsts together. in fact, early on in your relationship you both had a proper chat about exploring kinks together—choking, for one, was something you both tried together for the first time. 

ross was on top, hips slamming into yours at a bruising pace as the room echoed with sounds of flesh slapping on flesh and moans and grunts. hot enough for the windows to fog over. that is until, his hand wraps around your throat and ross looks down at you with a strange look in his eyes—almost like he’s in a trance but still asking for permission and you nod. 

the second you feel his hands squeezing your neck, you know it’s unlocked something in you, a primal urge, and you chase it, encourage him to squeeze harder. until your vision tunnels, focused on him and him alone and you cum the hardest you ever have before. 

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

spooning sex. 

he’s spent many mornings waking up to you subtly grinding your ass on him. on days when he’s particularly lucky, you’re even in the throes of a wet dream—always about him and his hands and his fingers. 

“woke up ready for me, didn’t you baby?” he whispers in your ear, voice so deep and scratchy that you can’t help but moan. 

“yes, fuck–yes,” you whine and practically place his hand on the waistband of your underwear. the ache between your leg builds just at the thought of feeling him deep inside you, feeling him fucking into you slow and sensual and deep until your cumming all around his cock. 

“god you’re hot when you’re needy like this,” he breathes onto your skin. his mouth works on your neck, placing languid and lingering kissed while his fingers play with your clit. 

you want him, you want him so bad that you can’t help but throw your leg back onto his thigh. “please, ross…” you moan again and he understands. 

he won’t give you what you want so easily at any other time of the day but mornings are easy, mornings are to feel his hard cock slide into you effortlessly and to feel every inch of him deep inside you, to be pressed up to his body and have his fingers rubbing circles on your clit just right. 

“shit! gonna fill you up baby, clenching around me like that.” 

his words only rile you up more, make up grind on him faster, encourage him to fuck you harder until you’re both moaning and crying out each other’s name. until every inch of your skin is coated in sweat and your thighs are covered in cum and then you know it’s time to clean it all away with a shower. 

and what a good fucking morning it has been…

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

that depends really. 

on some days you’re like giggly teenagers, sneaking around and into little crevices and corners to make out with each other—giggling into stolen kisses and laughing when his beard tickles the insides of your thighs. 

on other days he’s in complete control—serious and dominant and so fucking hot that your mind is focused on him and him alone. 

“gonna fuck you till you’re a sobbing mess sweetheart,” he warns and you nod, knowing you deserve it for all the shenanigans you pulled earlier. 

knowing that it’s not a threat. it’s a promise. 

h = hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

doesn’t shave or trim. 

he’s always been extremely comfortable with body hair on both you and him. and that’s something you find extremely irresistible on him, especially when you’re gagging on his dick and he’s practically fucking your face. 

during the very early dating days you did go shy on him once. “haven’t had the chance to shave in a few days, babe, i’m not sure if that’s—”

but he’s scoffing before you can even finish that sentence. “you’re irresistible to me all the time. i don’t fucking care about a little hair on your body, i care that you’re comfortable with me.”

and that’s the story of how you ended up having shower sex with him for the first time. 

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect.)

very intimate and romantic. 

even if he’s being a mean dom. even if you’re trying out some heavier kinks—there’s never a single moment when you feel disconnected from him. or feel insecure with his touch. 

he’s not afraid of breaking character to check in and make sure you’re still into it, to ask you your colour and make sure it’s just as fun for you as it is for him. 

and the intimacy it not just sexual. there have been days where all you have to do is look at him and he knows what you need—knows that you just need to feel close to him and feel taken care of. that’s when he runs the bath and goes just the teensiest bit overboard with the bubbles. maybe with the candles too (“no one needs six candles in their bathroom,” you laugh. “shush,” he scolds fondly, “you do. you deserve them.”)

you just lie there in the water in the candlelit bathroom, pressed against his chest and covered in calming lavender bubbles. occasionally you feel small kisses pressed to your chest and neck, occasionally his fingers draw random patterns on your thigh and your arm. sometimes he even draws a little heart, followed by three quick taps. 

he knows nudity is not always about sex, sometimes it’s just two people feeling close to each other. and even when you wake up in the middle of the night feeling needy or simply wanting his touch, he kisses away all the apologies on your lips. 

nights like these is when he slips into you quietly—no movements, no thrusts or teasing, it’s just cockwarming. just a way to feel close to you. more than just skin deep. 

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

remember those polaroids from before?

yeah they come in real handy when he’s away. and he’s away more often that you or he would like. 

some days he simply can’t help himself when he gets in his empty, cold bed at the end of a long day, alone in his cold, white hotel room. he knows the day is just starting for you and maybe you’re in the morning rush but when he feels needy there’s no helping it usually. 

you don’t even have to know, he reasons with himself. and so when you pick up the phone, and greet him in a sleepy voice, he’s already painfully hard. 

“just about to have my coffee, baby,” you tell him, “has it been a long day?”

he can barely answer with his hand wrapped around his dick, can barely get a sound out. but he grunts something that sounds like a yes. 

“you okay love?” you ask. behind you he hears the toaster pop.

“yeah, fu–yeah, good,” he chokes out and his eyes roll at the back of his head in pleasure. 

“ross…?” the quality of your voice changes, quickly going from sleepy and sweet to breathy and a bit scandalised if he’s honest. 

and the way you say his name… fuck!

he can’t help but imagine you in the kitchen, wearing nothing but his shirt and some underwear. can’t help but imagine spreading you open on the dining table. his ears echo with your soft sounds and he can picture your sleepy face, slack with pleasure—all of which makes him fuck his fist faster. 

“are you…touching yourself?” you ask, whisper more like it and he can’t even be bothered to lie that this point. 

“need you so fucking bad baby,” he moans, “need you clenching around me and cumming all over my tongue and fuck you’re so far away…”

“i… tell me more,” you breathe, “tell me what you’d do to me if i were there.”

and that morning you get late by a good ten minutes but you have absolutely zero regrets about it. 

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

oh there is a long, long list…

choking, cumplay, somno, some dom/sub dynamics, tying you up, teasing you until you’re practically crying from frustration, mirror sex and so on. but he’s gotten really, really into breeding lately. 

he has no idea why but lately he’s particularly loving the feeling of cumming inside you. 

“gonna fill you up baby,” he gasps out between each thrust, “full of my cum, you want that?”

and your eyes widen at his words. “ross… shit–gonna fuck a baby into me?”

“you want that, sweet girl,” he asks and somehow you feel him get harder inside you, feel his thrusts getting deeper. his hand reaches between your bodies, touching your lower, just above where his body slams into yours. 

“feel me in there, baby? gonna fuck you nice and deep. gonna fuck you until i put a baby in you, yeah?”

and it just just about drives you insane the way he talks about it. enough for you to pull out the ace in your arsenal. “yes, daddy,” you moan, “that’s what i want, please!”

and it’s that word that tips him over the edge. ross holds onto you so tightly as if you might just disappear from beneath him, fucking into you, until he’s empty. until his cum is fucked so deep into you that nothing even drips out at first. 

“throwing out my birth control tomorrow,” you half joke, only just testing the waters but his head whips are you and his gaze is so intense that you couldn’t have looked away even if you wanted to.

“don’t joke about that,” he warns. 

you take a minute to look at him properly. and then you shrug, “who says i’m joking?”

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

the bed, ideally. 

but a second favourite of yours is against the wall and bent over the massive desk in your study. 

the bed is where most of your debauchery takes place—all the new kink try-outs, all the tying up, and the vibrator overstimulation to the point where both you and ross have contemplated countless times if you should just install a mirror on the ceiling to add to the hotness of it all. (every day you get closer and closer to that decision.)

but there are times when you’re so fucking hot and bothered, so horny from the insane amounts of teasing that ross has put your through that you can’t help but jump him right in the hallway. 

“what, here?” he laughs, knowing full well how torturous it has been for you all night. 

“there’s a perfectly good wall right here, ross, or i swear to fucking god—”

and he’s kissing you before you can even finish the sentence, pushing you hard against the wall with his hand behind your head. 

you end up fucking so hard that you genuinely can’t walk past the hallway without blushing for two weeks straight. 

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

honestly every little thing you do is the most attractive thing in the world to him. 

but it’s when you’re completely feeling yourself, getting ready for some event in front of the mirror, your playlist in the background and you singing along to it while putting on blush and mascara etc. and then you put on your favourite deep red lipstick which is just about the last straw for him. 

“how am i supposed to let you go out like this,” he groans and you raise an eyebrow. 

“let me?”

“fuck baby, you’re going to make me go insane one day.”

and you giggle at his reaction, walking up to him with some extra sway in your hips and placing a kiss on his cheek that leaves the perfect lipstick mark behind. 

“be patient for me, won’t you? i’ll be all yours once i’m back…”

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that’s to do with hurting you physically. 

neither of you is into any hardcore kinks that involve any kind of bodily fluids but there was a time you wanted to give degradation a try. 

he was a bit unsure about it, umming and ahing at the thought of using his strength against you or saying mean stuff to you that might have a very real chance of hurting you. but you both decided to give it a try regardless—of course, after some very careful consideration and after he asked you to repeat your safe word thrice for good measure. 

in the end, though, it was him who ended up saying “red” in an unsure voice, right as you were expecting him to slap you. (consensually, of course)

“i can’t,” he speaks and it breaks your heart to see that he looks like he’s going to cry, “can’t hurt you like that, baby. i don’t even want to think about it.”

suffice it to say, that none of the physically degrading kinks are ever mentioned after that ever again. 

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

MUNCH!

the little ginger spot on his beard can easily be chalked up to his scottish roots but you know the real reason behind it. 

“being between your legs calms me down,” he claims, making you laugh. not like you’re complaining though… some of your most mind-blowing orgasms have been from his tongue. 

he also appreciates a good blowjob though—especially when he’s had a frustrating day and just wants to blow off some steam. the sight of you on your knees, ready to please him, is enough to get him going. 

“love how you gag around me, love,” he praises, stroking your head and petting you gently. “made for my cock, weren’t you?”

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

both honestly. 

it depends on the situation—usually sex in the mornings is more slow and sensual, or when you just want to feel close to him, or sex after big moments for either one of you. it’s romantic and intimate—long slow thrusts, lots of kisses, and even more praise. 

but then there are nights when he simply can’t get enough of your body and all you want to do is mark up his back (you’ve even broken a freshly done nail once or twice.) 

times like that, he won’t slow down for anyone. not that you want him to. 

“gonna fuck you so hard that you feel me inside you for days on end,” he promises. 

and oh how right he is about that…

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

a huge fan of them.

especially if you’re backstage at one of his shows and he’s feeling a bit frisky. not that you are any less mischievous when it comes to secret backstage quickies. 

one of your favourite things to do is to quietly slip him your lacey, soaked underwear while giving him a good luck kiss. it’s never as discrete as you hope for anyway, he always knows. worse (better) yet, he subtly pats his pocket when you’re watching him from the wings, knowing he knows you’re not wearing any underwear under your dress and clenching your thighs in anticipation. 

turns out you don’t have to wait as long as you thought—ross pulls you to a quiet corner during consumption, practically growling in your ear. “five minutes and forty seconds, babe. better make the most of it.”

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

yes and no. 

he’s always down to experiment even though at this point in time you both know each others bodies better than you know your own. but taking risks with something that might potentially hurt you is not something he’s super keen on. 

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

really fucking good!

you can’t remember a time in all the years you’ve been together when he hasn’t made you cum at least twice in one night. on some nights it’s more but it’s almost like two is the bare minimum. 

as for him, he can last longer than any of your ex-partners. he won’t let himself cum until you’re so thoroughly fucked that all you can remember is his name and his name only. 

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

your vibe is his best friend. 

yours too, of course, but he particularly loves using it on you when you’re sitting in front of the mirror and leaning against his chest. 

“eyes on the mirror, love,” he orders. “look how fucking perfect you look.” all while the room echoes with the sound of buzzing and your moans. you clench around nothing, begging him to fuck with his fingers instead. or better yet just fuck you properly. 

but you know you’re not getting any of that until he’s done torturing you in the best of ways. 

then there’s the butt plug that you’ve been a bit too nervous to use so far (even though you were the one to buy it after a particularly frisky night). it sits in one corner of the drawer and the big, red jewel winks at you every time you open it. but there’s time for that still. 

you know ross won’t push for it or even mention it until you bring it up first. 

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

so. fucking. much. 

it’s a miracle you can still hold onto any shred of sanity at all. teasing is definitelty his second favourite thing to do. 

it usually starts with him pulling you onto his lap very innocently—hand on your hips, chin on your shoulder while he jokes along with his friends but then the hand soon trails down to your thighs and the chin on your shoulder turns to kisses on your neck. 

“you only get to have me if you’re patient, sweet girl,” he taunts, knowing full well that you’re deperate and drenched and ready to jump his bones right then and there. 

the payoff is just as good though. you wouldn’t trade that first jolt of electricity when he finally touches you for anything else in the world. 

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

not super loud, but not exactly quiet either. 

getting him to moan and groan is like a reward for you. but he’s never sparing with the praise—especially when you’re sucking him off. it’s a constant stream of “oh my good, perfect girl,” and “fuck your mouth feels so good around me, love.”

honestly, he knows how his words and his praise drive you crazy and he fully leverages it every time. 

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

secretly, jealous ross is your favourite ross. 

especially if you’ve been getting a bit too much male attention. not that you seek it out, the opposite actually. you instantly discourage it altogether. but ross still gets pouty and clingy sometimes and that’s when the real fun starts. 

“you had so much fun today, didn’t you?” his knee is wedged between your thighs, brushing against your clothed clit deliberately and only for a second at a time, driving you crazy with body. but grinding against him is out of the question. 

touching him out of the question. because while his body pins you down, it’s his left hand that takes a hold of both of your wrists, pinning them above your head. 

“did i?”

“mmm, you were loving the attention, weren’t you, love? riling me up like that…”

“me? never” you look at him through your lashes, trying to keep up a mischievous tone but it’s hard not to whine and moan when his pelvis presses right where you want it to be. 

“never?” he cocks his head in warning, right hand toying with the waistband of your underwear that’s already halfway down your hips. 

as soon as it slides off your thighs and is discarded somewhere on the floor, his hand is between your legs again. fingers ghosting over your clit as his left hand tightens around your fidgety wrists. 

“ross,” you hiccup, looking at him with needy eyes, hoping and praying that they will do the trick. that he will stop toying with you and make you cum. “p–please!”

and only after you’ve begged and pleaded and (quite happily) satisfied his ego does he fuck you hard enough that you can barely walk straight the next day. 

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

hung. 

there’s absolutely zero doubt about it.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he would have described it as regular before meeting you. 

but with you he’s like a horny teenager who can’t keep his hands to himself. which is pretty much how you feel about him too. 

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

usually in an hour or so.

but then again it depends really. his utmost priority is that you’re taken care of, especially if he’s been rough. it doesn’t matty how spent or tired or sleepy he is—he’s never going to just turn around and go to sleep. not when there’s a whole afteracare routine laid out. 

even on slower days, he prefers to just hold you in his arms a bit—maybe even talk about random things if you’re feeling up to it until he’s yawning and can barely keep his eyes open. at that point you slowly brush your fingers through his hair until he’s out cold and you’re left with the feeling of just pure and blissful delight. 

lemme know what you think <33

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