Stella

Tie a Tie

Clark Kent X Reader

Summary: Clark has to get ready for work but Y/N doesn’t want him to leave.

Warnings: Fluff, Tickling, not proofread, & Anxiety?????

Word Count: 1k

Clark woke up early, as usual, not wanting to disturb me while he got ready for work. He tiptoed around our bedroom, trying to be as quiet as possible while getting dressed, buttoning his suit, and struggling to put his tie on. He mumbled curses under his breath trying to remember which way to loop the tie. In many failed attempts he decided to not wear it. Clark sat on the edge of the bed while tying his shoes. As he leaned down to tie his laces, he felt someone's eyes on him. He turned around and saw me, awake and watching him silently from the bed. A smile spread across his face as he stood up to face me.

"Well, Good morning," he whispered, leaning down to kiss my forehead. I smiled back at him, my tired eyes lingering on his muscular chest as his shirt fit him like a glove.

"What time is it?" I asked, my voice still groggy from sleep.

"It's still early, don't worry about it," Clark replied, grabbing his jacket from the chair beside the bed.

I sat in bed, pulling the covers to my chin while watching Clark. He looked so handsome and confident as he got ready, and I couldn't help but admire him. As he turned around to face me, again.

"What?" I asked, feeling a blush creeping up on my cheeks, I had been caught staring.

Clark chuckled, running his fingers through his hair. Clark leaned down over me, placing his knees on the bed to support him. He looked down at me with a smirk. "What are you looking at?" Clark's voice was barely over a whisper as his hands moved down to my side, holding me in place.

"I was looking at...this really weird guy that's in my room. He's kind of strange, he's like an alien too-" I was being snarky, but before I could finish, his fingers tickled around my stomach. I jumped and started laughing hysterically

I giggled and squirmed under him, trying to push him away. "Stop, stop!" I shouted between laughs.

Clark smiled, he wasn't listening. "Who's this weird guy you're talking about?" He said moving his fingers up my body and tickling me everywhere, "What's his name?" He was being snarky right back to me.

"Okay, okay! You win!" I kicked my legs, quickly out of breath.

Clark finally relented, pulling back and sitting on the bed next to me "That's what I thought," He looked at me with a cheeky grin. I looked up at him and rolled my eyes.

He ran his fingers through my hair, but I was trying not to give in to his charm. Though, the way he played with my hair did feel really nice. His fingers would twirl around my strands of hair and they would move up to massage my scalp.

"Don't you have work?" I asked softly, moving onto his chest. His fingers not letting go of me.

His fingers trailed down my back then back up, creating a pattern on my body. "I don't mind being late." He said looking down at me on his chest. He smiled kissing the top of my head.

"I would rather be with you today, anyway. Perry and Lois have been nagging me to finish this article all week." Clark groaned, lifting his hand up and massaging the bridge of his nose. Him letting go of me left me with a cold feeling, I was already missing his touch.

"What's the article about?" I asked, nuzzling my head into the warmth of his neck.

He chuckled, "Apparently there's this superhero convention coming up, and they want me to write about all the events...all the boring stuff." He sighed.

I shifted positions, I was leaning up against Clark looking into his eyes. My hand reached up and caressed his cheek.

"Just take the day off."

His head rested on my hand, and Clark was sinking back into the bed. "I wish I could, Y/N..."

My hand moved up to play with his hair, his eyes closed, relaxing into my touch.

"Call in sick," I said, trying to think of alternatives so he could stay in bed with me.

Clark held me by my waist and pulled me on top of him. I blushed, feeling a warmth spread through my body. I leaned in to kiss Clark, feeling his lips part against mine as we deepened the kiss.

"I can't..."

I huffed, not wanting him to leave me.

"Shit," Clark whispered, checking the watch on his wrist.

"Hm?" I hummed moving down to kiss his jawline, moving down to his neck my hands moving down his torso.

"I'm going to be la-" I found Clark's sweet spot. He let out a soft whimper feeling my warm lips on his collarbone.

"Y/N" He mumbled. "I have to go..."

I could hear it in his voice, longing. He didn't want to go. He was enjoying this very much, but his anxiety was rising with the belief of being late to work.

He lifted me off of him and placed me down gently on the bed. Clark rushed to the mirror in our room to see what he looked like, his cheeks were flushed and his hair was a mess. Clark adjusted his glasses before walking to the door.

"Wait," I said softly getting out of bed.

He turned back around with an anxious smile, trying not to get stressed.

"Your tie," I said picking it up, off the floor. I wrapped it around his neck and tied it for him.

"A big boy like you still doesn't know how to tie a tie." I teased him. Clark rolled his eyes with a smile.

"I love you," I said softly, pulling him down by his tie, I pressed my lips on his. Not wanting to let go.

We pulled back, breathless, and Clark grabbed his briefcase. "I love you too.."

He walked to the door but stopped before turning the handle. He turned back around to me and placed his hands behind my neck pulling me closer to him.

He pushed his lips onto me, moving his hands through my hair and down to my waist before letting go.

The Magic Word

Clark Kent x Reader

Summary: Clark and Y/N finally get the day off from work. They decide to spend the day with their company.

Warnings: 18+, smut, begging, f!reviving, teasing, oral, & praise.

Word count: 1.2k

Minors do not interact!

Perry finally decided to give me and Clark the day off. This is just what we needed. The two of us sipping wine stretched out on the couch. Clark ran his fingers through my hair while I lay on his chest, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I move my head up to look at his blue eyes which were already looking down at me. He brushes the hair out of my face before leaning down and placing a gentle, yet passionate kiss on my lips.

I eagerly returned the kiss, my fingers tangling in his hair as I deepened the kiss, longing for more. The intensity was growing. our hands roaming over each other's bodies. We broke apart to catch our breath staring into our eyes. I could get lost in those blue eyes and never want to escape. Clark cupped my cheek pulling my lips onto his.

Clark's hands traveled down my body, grabbing me by the hips and pulling me onto his lap. I moaned as his lips trailed down my neck, and I tilted my head back to give him better access. I could feel the hickeys forming on my neck as he went lower and lower, down to my collarbone. and his hands moved up my back and into my hair, his fingers tangling in my locks as he held me close. I placed my hand on his head moving him down to between my legs. His hands reached for my chest as he got lower. Clark slipped his hands through my shirt. I wasn't wearing a bra, so it wasn't a challenge for Clark to start rubbing his fingers against my nipples. Massaging them with his muscular hands.

My moans were exciting him, he looked up at me with a groan as he watches me throw my head back wanting more and more of his touch. He pulls his shirt, which I was wearing, off of me. Clark smirks looking at my breasts. He moves to place them on his lips but my hand stops him.

"Don't you think you're getting ahead of yourself?" I smirk, leaning down to whisper in his ear. nipping at his earlobe.

I could feel the goosebumps growing on his skin. He looked up at me with a begging gaze.

"Please...Y/N?" The way my name came out of his mouth almost made me give in. His voice was filled with desire, it was soft and whiny.

I bit my bottom lip, looking into those blue eyes. He knew what he was doing to me and he knew it was working. His hands moved down to my legs, squeezing my thighs, gently enough for me to crave more.

"Please?" He requested again, his hands moving to my hips squeezing them. He pulled me down lower.

I rolled my eyes, "Fine."

Clark then quickly pulled my pajama pants off and moved my legs so they were wrapped around his neck. He ran one finger down my pussy. Clark looked up from my cunt up to the vulnerable look on my face, "You're wet."

Without hesitation, he pulled my underwear off of me and tossed it to the ground alongside my other clothes that he threw to the side. Clark placed one hand on the inside of my thigh getting as close to my area as he could. He was teasing.

I never let Clark take control of me like this. Usually, I would be the one making his body feel like jelly and his brain turning into mush. But now, Clark was in charge. I didn't know how to react. I moved my hand into his hair where I tugged.

"Don't tease me, Clark..." I whispered.

He didn't listen, his other hand trailing down my leg and back up, right to the inside of my thigh. His fingertips brushing against my entrance then moving centimeters away from my cunt just for him to repeat the same process.

"Clark....Please." I pleaded.

His blue eyes looked up at me with pride. He was proud of himself for making me feel like this.

"Look who's the one begging now."

"Clark."

He chuckled before moving his head back down. I could feel his warm breath on my pussy which was already sending me into overdrive. Clark slipped his tongue inside me moving his tongue up and down as his nose pushed against my clit. My legs gripped around his neck. His large hands held onto my thighs to keep me still. Clark smiled feeling my reaction from his warm, wet, touch to my pussy.

Clark began to create a pattern inside me. Moving his tongue up and down slowly before picking up his speed. His hand crawled up to my cunt where his fingers pushed up against my clit, he rubbed it softly.

"Clark..." I moaned.

"Hm?" He hummed hearing his name. His mouth was filled with my juices as he continued his pattern. Clark knew I was close to climaxing. Which is why he started to go slower and softer.

"Clark." I breathed out his name. My hands ran through his soft black hair.

"What's wrong?" He asked. Lifting his head up to look at me. He giggled noticing the look on my face, annoyance.

I was filled with different emotions. I tried to muster words but with the way, Clark looked at me. His black hair was a mess, his face flushed with a tint of red, and my juices falling down his chin, I couldn't think.

"Y/N, if you need something...you're going to have to use your words." He whispered. Clark's fingers moved in between my legs pressing at my clit moving slowly in circles.

I squirmed feeling his touch. "Clar-...I-...ple-" I tried to speak but no words would come out of my mouth.

"Words, Y/N." He bit his bottom lip. Watching my facial expressions rapidly change as he slid two fingers into me.

"Clark. Please...let me- cum.." I begged. My voice filled with moans as he pushed his fingers in and out of me.

"That's a good girl." Clark's voice rang in my head, his praise sending me onto Cloud 9. His fingers pumped inside of me while his tongue ran circles around my clit. I could feel myself overstimulating.

My back began to arch as his pace picked up. He looked up at me and watched me in my state.

"Do it, Y/N." Clark's words were sharp.

With his command, I felt myself reach my limit.

I dug my nails into the couch cushions, and let myself release. My legs tensed around Clark's neck before relaxing.

Clark let me finish before moving back above me. He moved his lips to my ear and whispered, "How did that feel?"

My mouth wouldn't let any words escape. Clark watched me breathe heavily on the couch with my head thrown back. I moved my hands to the hem of his shirt where I pulled it off of him.

Our Secret

Henry Cavill x Reader

Summary: After filming a movie with your coworker, Henry. The two of you have press work to do. Traveling around the world and answering questions from interviewers each day. It can get tiring but it can also lead to a new beginning.

Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: None

I have always been a fan of Henry Cavill. I admired him, not just for his good looks but for his remarkable talent in acting. So when I found out that I would be starring alongside him in an upcoming movie, I couldn't help but scream.

Our chemistry on set was undeniable, and our scenes together were electric.

When it came to press week, Henry and I found ourselves doing interviews with one another. Spending almost every day together. Neither of us getting annoyed with the other.

We got the usual questions and gave the usual answers.

"What was your favorite scene to film?"

"Tell people what they should most anticipate from this movie."

When it came to the interviewer asking me what I thought about Henry and what Henry thought about me. We gave a polite, generic answer before moving on to the next question.

During a particularly long press day, we took our seats in two director chairs with the poster of our movie behind us. We sat there making small talk before the Interviewer entered, being fashionably late.

Although it was just an interview, I still wanted to look my best. Wearing a dress that I found laying in my closet a couple of weeks ago before the press started. Although, I didn't think the dress was very special. Henry did, his eyes were on me like glue. He zoned out, staring at me not caring about what the unprofessional interviewer was asking.

As the interview went on, she asked me a question that I could suspect from a mile away. "What's the chemistry like on set for you two?"

I chuckled and shook my head, "It's easy to get distracted...I mean, have you seen Henry? It's hard not to have a crush on him." I laughed brushing it off. I knew more than half the girls watching this interview agreed with me.

Henry left his trance. Trying to put together what he just heard come out of my mouth. He blinked, nodding his head trying not to open his mouth and say something he shouldn't say in front of the camera.

"And you, Henry?" The interviewer asked.

Henry scoffed before giving a small smirk. His blue eyes trailed down my body. "Well...I, too, get distracted during scenes. The number of times I had to call 'line' because I was too busy admiring how she looked..." Henry smirked turning his head to look into my eyes. I looked right back at him.

Our eyes locked, and the interviewer's questions faded into the background. It was as if we were the only two people in the room. I felt my cheeks get warm as Henry's eyes trailed down to my lips, a soft smile stretched on my face. The tension between us was palpable.

"Well, that's all the questions I have. Thank you for coming." The camera switched off.

"Thank you!" Henry and I said in sync, jumping out of our seats and to the exit.

Out front was the black van with tinted windows, waiting to pick us up. Henry walked ahead of me. Opening the car door and letting me in first. I sat down with a sigh, laying back in my chair. Henry sitting beside me, buckling his seatbelt.

"Thank God today is over." I groaned before buckling my own.

Henry gave a soft laugh before looking out the window.

We were currently in London for press. Driving down the busy streets of traffic. Henry would occasionally point out places he'd been to when he was little. He suggested that when we had a day off he would show me the city. Saying he would take me to all the Michelin-star restaurants that I wanted to go to.

Once we were at the hotel we rushed to check into our rooms.. Both our managers gave us the best Suites the Hotel could offer and we were eager to see them. "You can leave your bags here, someone will bring them to you shortly." The concierge smiled.

Henry and I entered the elevator, clicking the button that said '20' on it. The elevator doors slid open and we stepped into the hallway, about to part ways but, I was stopped by Henry's voice.

"Y/N, Can I talk to you for a moment?" he asked, his eyes searching mine.

I nodded, feeling my nerves jump as my eyes connected with his. "Of course, what's up?"

Henry took a deep breath, "I can't keep acting like there's nothing there, Y/N... I have feelings for you, and I can't keep pushing that down and ignoring it..."

My heart skipped a beat. We both knew damn well there was something there, but neither of us knew how or when to bring it up, and thank God he did it before me. I had the largest smile on my face, Henry waits for my response.

"I've felt the same way for...such a long time." I whisper.

Henry took my hand in his, I looked down and noticed how perfectly my hand fits in his, it was smaller than his but not by a lot. His hands were warm and smoother than I thought. " I don't want to waste any more time pretending... I want to be with you."

I smiled, feeling warmth in my chest, "I want to be with you too. But, what about our jobs?"

"That doesn't matter." He said moving his hand up to cup my cheek. "It can be our secret..."

I leaned my head into his touch with a relaxed smile. His hand warming up my even warmer face.

"Ahem,"

The two of us snapped back to reality to see a bellboy with our bags. He handed them to us before rushing back to the elevator acting as if he didn't see anything.

We looked at each other awkwardly not knowing what to do next.

"I should go to my room now..."

Henry cleared his throat and gave a nod. "Right," I could see the pink stretching on his face.

I made it to my room and threw my bag onto the ground. Slipping off my shoes, I fall onto my bed and lay there for a moment, trying to recall what had just happened. When I finally realize what this meant I squeal, covering my face as I can feel my body full of butterflies.

I sit up in my bed and look out the window at the most incredible view. Maybe I should get out for a little bit, and see the city. Before I could even get up there was a knock at my door. I slip my shoes back on and look through the peephole to see Henry standing there.

I open the door and he's looking down at me with another smile of his.

"How about that restaurant?" He asked.

Walk Off

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I was laying on the white leather sofa in my living room as I was slowly drifting off but, I was putting all the effort in my body to stay awake and watch the last of the Brewers game. I try to watch every game that my boyfriend plays. I'm a Dodger fan, but since my boyfriend played for the Brewers I had to show that team some love too. I sat up hoping that would help me stay awake.

"And here comes Christian Yelich to the plate who is 3-3 this game, managing to get on base each time he's come to the plate, this game." I grinned looking at Christian face. When he was at the plate he always looked so focused.

"Swing and a miss. strike one!" The score of the game was 2-2 in the bottom of the ninth, Chris happened to be batting and there were already two outs. So if Christian strikes out. The Brewers have to go into extra innings.  If that's so, I would not be watching anymore and I would be going straight to sleep if Christian doesn't do something this inning.

"Swing and a miss, strike two." The commentator said.

"You know, Christian being 3-3 this game, let's hope he gets on a streak and makes it 4-4." The other commentator spoke.

Christian took a deep breath as he called for time and took a step out of the batter's box.  He placed his head on the bat and breathed in. He then swung his bat and breathed out. Christian stepped back up to the plate and nodded to the pitcher. The fans in the stadium cheered as they got up from their seats to applaud Christian

"And here comes the pitch."

Christian's bat broke as he hit the ball. He smiled brightly as he stared at the ball he just hit into the stands of left field.

"And that ball is gone! a walk-off home run for Christian Yelich!" The commentator screamed and so did the crowd. I clapped my hands as I stood up from my couch and watched my boyfriend go around the bases. His teammates were waiting for him at home plate to celebrate with him. I cheered before turning off the Tv and heading up the stairs.

I wanted to stay up till Christian got home so I could congratulate him but I physically couldn't.  I texted Christian right before turning off the light.

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Chrissy 💕

Watched up till the very end. I'm so proud of you, I'll be in bed when you get here. But wake me up when you do!

Chrissy 💕

Couldn't have done it without me knowing you were watching 💓 I'll be home soon, getting in the car now!

____________________________________________

I read his message and smiled. I put my phone on the charger and tried to find a comfortable position to sleep in. I couldn't. I groaned as I sat up wondering why I was so tired five minutes ago and now I couldn't sleep. I sighed as I looked at the empty side of the bed. Christian usually filled that spot but he wouldn't be home till later. It was difficult to sleep without him around. I grinned as I grabbed one of his pillows and held onto it. I could smell him through the pillow as it was musky and smelt like mahogany. I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes. I felt more comfortable holding onto something that was of Christians.

I quickly fell asleep but was awakened by a soft tug on my shoulder. I held onto the pillow tighter before waking up and seeing Christian smiling at me with his dark brown eyes I let go of the pillow and sat up try getting out of the bed.

"No no no, don't get up." He said leaning over and giving me a hug. I wrapped my arms around him as the hug seemed to last a while. Christian had closed his eyes as he rested his chin on my shoulder and I laid my head on his shoulder. "I'm so proud of you," I whispered. He chuckled a little as he let go of the hug and looked at me.

"Thank you." He said cupping my cheek and kissing me on my soft lips. He let go of the kiss but I pulled him right back in for another one. He leaned down further, placing one of his arms next to my side to support his balance. He smelt like sweat but ignored it, I let go of the kiss but he pushed another kiss on my lips again. I smiled as I moved my hands up through his hoodie and onto his bare chest. He then let go of the kiss and looked at me then at the pillow that was next to me.

"Is that my pillow?" He asked standing up straight.

I nodded my head with a smile.

"You didn't...do...anything with it, did you?" he asked, I was confused about what he was implying. My eyes widened as I got what he meant.

"OH JESUS CHRIST! Of course, I didn't" I squealed.

He raised his eyebrows looking at me with a mischievous smirk, he thought I was lying.

"Christian! I was holding onto it so I could sleep better!" I confessed.

He only nodded his head as he laughed.

I rolled my eyes while shaking my head. I turned him around and pushed him to the bathroom. "Go shower you smell like ass."

I looked at the pillow and threw it on the ground, embarrassed that he would even think that. three seconds later, after throwing the pillow, I regretted doing that. So, I got up out of bed and picked up the pillow again. I gave it a squeeze and smelt it before placing it next to me on the bed.

I was literally using my fingers to pull my eyes lids up to prevent me from falling asleep. I wanted to see Christian one last time before I go to sleep.

Soon enough the bathroom door slid open and Christian walked out with wet hair and a towel wrapped around his waist. He was so handsome no matter how he looked.

He ruffled up his hair as I watched his every move while holding onto his pillow. He let the towel drop and slipped on some boxers. He then turned to me and grinned brightly as he saw me snuggling with his pillow.

He got inside the covers and laid on his side, looking at me. He just laid there staring at me with a smile on his face.

"What?" I asked as I was staring right at him, looking at the beautiful features on his face, like the mole on the left side of his nose or his beard stubbles. I loved everything about him.

"Just looking at how beautiful you are." He said leaning over and placing a kiss on my forehead. "Now, give me back my pillow." He said snatching it out of my hands.

"God, now it smells like you." He said lifting up his head and placing it behind him.

"You say that like it's a bad thing!"  I said sounding offended.

He gave me a look from the side of his eye with his eyebrows raised. Inferring that it was a bad thing. My jaw dropped as I slapped him on the arm.

He laughed. Christian grabbed me by my waist and pulled me in closer to him he wrapped his arms around my lower back. I rested my head on his warm bare chest.

"Isn't this better than my pillow?" He asked calmly as his hand on my back started playing with the laces on my bra, he wanted it off of me. I could hear his steady heartbeat with my ear against his chest. I slowly nodded to his question before pulling up the sheets so they would cover my shoulders. Christian gave me one last kiss on my forehead before saying the words,

"Goodnight, Y/N." He said softly and quietly.

A Framed Photo

"Really?" He asked with a smile that stretched ear to ear, "This isn't a prank that Kolten put you up to, is it? Because if it is I-"

"No Willy, it's not. I took a Lyft here. So, you're driving" I said raising my eyebrows with a smirk. Once I said that Willy's smile only grew more.

 "Then what are we waiting for? Let's get going!" He cheered. Willy grabbed my hand and began to guide me up the steps. I looked down at our fingers intertwined and I couldn't help but blush. 

"Do you even have a restaurant picked out?" I asked as we stepped outside the stadium. 

"Nope! I didn't think this far ahead." He giggled as he was still holding onto my hand, guiding me to where his car was parked.

Willy opened the trunk of his car. "Let me take that." He said referring to my duffle bag. I handed it to him and he placed it in the back along with his bag. Willy then rushed to the passenger side before I could. He opened the door car door for me he had a smile on his face proud that he was being such a 'gentleman'.

"Thank you," I said before he closed my door and headed to the driver's side. 

"How bout you pick where we go, and wherever you pick, I'll pay for." He said sincerely as he started the ignition. 

"Are you sure?" I asked as I pulled out my phone to start looking up restaurants nearby.

"Yeah! Just don't choose a place like, McDonald's. I want this night to be memorable." He said in a joking tone, I let out a chuckle as I scrolled through Yelp. 

"Oh! How bout this Italian restaurant?" I said giving him my phone to show him the restraunt's profile. 

"Oh! I love this place!" He shouted as he started to drive out of the parking lot and out onto the highway. 

"It's actually not a far drive from here," I said putting the directions onto my phone. 

On the ride to the restaurant, Willy asked me questions about what it's like to be a doctor he seemed very interested in what I had to say, I even told him some tricks on how to help yourself when you've got a cut or an injury. 

"If I got an injury from a game. Would you take care of me, and be my doctor?" He asked with a wink pulling into the parking lot. 

"Of course," I said. 

He helped me out of the passenger side and held out his hand for me to grab once more. I held onto it not giving it much thought. 

"I'm actually pretty hungry," He spoke tightening his grip around my hand "You made today's game tough. I've worked up an appetite." 

Willy held open the door for me as I walked in. The restaurant was dimly lit, there was a white candle placed at each table. Photos hung on the wall of former owners of the restaurant and famous people that have come to eat here before.  Which made me wonder if there was a photo of Willy on the wall. He did say he loved this place, which means he's been here before. 

I walked up to the walls to see if I could find his photo. "You won't be able to find it." He whispered in my ear from behind.

"Oh, so there is a photo of you?" I asked. 

"Yeah, there should also be a photo of Yeli somewhere." He said before walking away to get a table for two. 

"Now I gotta find these photos," I said under my breath looking through each photo. I turned to the other wall and looked up and down to find at least one of the photos. 

I gasped once I saw it, I quickly took out my phone to take a picture of the framed photo of Willy. I laughed as I went to my texts and sent them to Luis Urias, he would know just what to do with the photo. "Willy, how old were you in this?" I asked holding in my laugh. 

He turned around to me and his jaw dropped, "You found it?!" He exclaimed as he rushed up to me. 

"Mhm!" I chimed with a giggle. 

"God, I had to be around twenty-two. I came here when I was still with the Rays and we had a game against the Brewers." He said with a sigh. 

Willy's phone went off as he got a text from Luis. His eyes widened as he slowly looked up from his phone to me. "You sent it to Luis?!" He screamed. I started to die laughing holding my stomach as Willy's face grew with a scared expression. 

"You-You should see your face!" I said barely able to speak, my laughter getting in the way of my words. 

"Willy, your table is ready." the waitress said holding up two menus. 

"Im getting you back for this." He said before grabbing my lower back and pushing me forward to walk to our table. 

We both sat down in front of each other. I pressed my lips together trying not to laugh, again. Because Willy's phone kept going off with texts from his teammates, they were making fun of him for his photo from four years ago. 

"You did this." He said in a snarky tone.

The waitress came up and asked us for drinks, Willy ordered water but I ordered alcohol. 

"Oh, we're doing that?" He asked looking at me, "Then never mind. I'll take the same thing she's having." He said to the waitress then turned to me with a wink. 

Our night went on and I think I had too much to drink. I hiccupped through my laughs as Willy was telling me how he sings with Suter in the dugout before games. 

"Suter, he's a character, that's for sure," Willy said as he signed the check and stood up. 

"Are you ready?" He asked holding out his hand. 

I nodded and took his hand, My hand was smaller than his. His hand was soft and firm as he gently squeezed my hand guiding me through the crowded restaurant and to the exit. We stopped at the entrance of the restaurant, I let go of his hand. He turned around to see what was wrong. I had my eyes glued to one of the walls trailing through the photos.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" He asked with a chuckle putting his hands on his hips. 

"I'm looking for Yelich's photo," I said with a hiccup as I ran my fingers through the picture frames trying to find it. 

Willy laughed as he walked to the other wall to help me look. The waiters and waitresses looked at the two of us with their brows furrowed, confused about what we were doing.

"Found it!" Willy said pulling out his phone to take a picture of it. "Send that to me." I cheered. 

He nodded his head as he sent the photo to a group chat with Brewer's players and then he sent it to me separately.

Willy helped me to the car and even helped me get inside. 

"I don't know what your address is." He said holding out his phone so I could enter my address into the GPS.

"What? You're taking me home already?" I groaned. 

"Yeah? It's late, don't you have work tomorrow?" He asked.

"Nope! I got the day off!" I smiled. I still typed my address into the GPS and handed it to him. 

"How bout you hang out at my place for a bit?" I offered. 

He looked at me with a flushed face, "Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yeah! C'mon, we just had dinner together. You don't want the night to end just with dinner do you?" I asked with a wink nudging him with my elbow.

Shortstop

I walked into American Family Field with my duffle bag strapped around my shoulder. Today, was an off day for some of the doctors at the hospital, so our boss decided it would be a good idea to play a game against The Brewers, again. My boss was good friends with Craig Counsell and he loved to invite our boss and other doctors to the field to play baseball against a professional team. 

A bunch of professional doctors going against professional baseball players, what a way to spend an off day. I tried to find where to go walking in circles around the stadium to figure out how to get to the dugout. Once I finally made it, I saw my boss talking to Craig. Other doctors were getting ready for the game. While The Brewers were just starting to show up. 

"Hey, Y/N!" Craig waved to me as I walked onto the field and smiled before setting my stuff down.  

"How you been?" He asked with a smile patting me on the shoulder. 

"It's been good! Stressful. But, good." I said sincerely before looking to the side of him to see Willy Adames stretching. 

"Well, it's about to get even more stressful when we kick your butt today!" he snickered, I was too distracted looking at Willy. But, I just gave a fake chuckle before getting caught back in reality. I heard my name getting called by one of my coworkers. 

"Yeah, well, we'll see about that Craig," I said before walking to the dugout. 

While walking to the dugout I passed by Willy, who gave me a huge grin.

"Hey, Y/N," he said with a wink. 

"What's up, Willy!" I said stopping to talk to him.

He wrapped me in an embrace, "How's everything?" he asked letting go of me and then looking me up and down examining my body, he smiled once he looked into my eyes. 

"Doing alright. You?" I asked as I looked directly into his eyes I wasn't trying to, but I was smiling at him, just something about him made me grin. 

"Well, I'm coming off the injured list, and this is good practice to trackback. Plus, you're here so I'm feeling great." He said nudging me on the arm. I let out a soft laugh before he continued. 

"What position are you playing today?" He asked as he put his glove on. 

I wiggled my eyebrows before saying, "Shortstop." 

He laughed with a hint of red filling his cheeks. 

"I guess will just have to see who the better shortstop player is today, hm?" I winked. 

"Oh, you're on." He said. 

"Willy! Stop trying to be a flirt and get in here!" Kolten Wong yelled to Willy, waving for him to come into the dugout. 

Willy furrowed his eyebrows at Kolten, he was embarrassing him in front of the girl he's been crushing on since the first baseball game they played. Everyone on The Brewers knew that Willy had a crush on you, they would make fun of him for it, any chance they could get, and since you were here today it was the perfect time to strike.

"Well, I guess I should get going," He said walking towards the dugout. 

"See you on the field." I smiled.

Once Willy was in the Dugout he punched Kolten in the arm.

"Oh come on man just ask her out!" Kolten said putting his glove on. 

"If it was that easy, I would! But look at her, she is way out of my league." He said with a sigh. 

I entered the dugout where other doctors were getting their cleats on, getting ready to bat. 

"Alright, here's the line-up!" My boss said, hanging it on the wall. I looked at it to see I was batting first. 

"I'm first?!" I exclaimed. 

"Yep, and you're going against Suter, have fun!" My boss said before pushing me out of the dugout. I put my Helmet on and stepped to the batter's box. 

I could hear Willy laughing from shortstop, he probably thought I looked ridiculous or that I was going to strikeout. 

The first pitch came, it was a ball. 

The second pitch came, and I hit the ball straight down to shortstop, it didn't even hit the ground. I rolled my eyes looking at Willy's cocky grin. He was proud that he caught the ball and also proud that he got me out. 

The next inning came and it was getting close to Willy's turn to bat. We were told to be put in a shift, I was between first and second now. Willy came up to bat and I returned to him with a laugh, from earlier. 

"Oh, Yeah Y/N?! Watch this!" He teasingly yelled at me, he thought he was going to get a home run but it ended up being a pop fly right to me, I caught it with ease and laughed at him, he shook his head as he watched me run back to the dugout, he was admiring me before I ran inside. 

The game came to end with The Brewers beating us with ease.  I collected my things and headed out of the dugout to see some of my coworkers talking with some of the players. 

"Hey Y/N!" Lorenzo said walking up to me.

"Renzo!" I smiled as I walked to him and gave him a hug. 

"Not half bad, today." He said nudging me on the shoulder. I gave a soft smile as I looked to see Keston and Luis coming toward us. They teased me about how I should play baseball full time.

"Talk to Craig, I bet he'll give you a spot on the team." Keston laughed.

"Yeah, you can take Willy's spot. You can be our new shortstop player." Luis teased.

"I am nowhere as good as Willy." I shrugged shaking my head.

I looked off to see Willy watching me his jaw clenched, I smiled at him, and he smiled back at me but it quickly went away. I raised an eyebrow before I was pulled back into a conversation with Lorenzo.

Willy didn't want to say it, but he was jealous. He wishes it was as easy for him to talk to you as it was for the other guys.  You and he were friends, great friends, even. He would text you occasionally to check up on you. Willy liked you and he wanted to get close to you. Kolten's right. He just needs to ask you out. What does he have to lose?

I waved goodbye to the boys before walking off the field. Willy noticed you leaving and took a deep breath before running up to you. "Wait, Y/N!" He shouted. 

I turned around and smiled. Willy almost stopped in his tracks just to admire me, how could he ask you? He's way too nervous. "What's up?" I said walking closer to him. 

He cleared his throat and looked into my eyes. He then turned around to see Kolten and the others watching from afar. Willy rolled his eyes and then turned back to me with a soft chuckle. "So, Y/N. We've been friends for a while...right?" He asked moving his hand onto mine.

"Yeah, we're friends!" I said letting him take my hand. He rubbed his thumb against the back of my hand. 

"Well, I was thinking, maybe you would want to go out to dinner with me tonight...or-or some other night, if today is too soon." He stuttered looking down at the ground but catching glances to look up at me. 

I smiled and squeezed his hand. "What took you so long?" 

He chuckled not thinking much of what I said, "Wait, what?" He realized what I said.

"Willy, I've liked you for a while, and I always thought you liked me too. But, you never said anything. So I've just been patiently waiting." I snarked grabbing his other hand and holding it. 

"So, that's a yes?" He asked with a grin. 

Sweetheart <3

Chrisitan and I have done this a thousand times. But, it hurts more and more every time we do it. "I'll be back in 4 days, Y/N. You know how it goes." He said bringing his suitcase to the door.

I walked with him to the door holding him by the arm, touching him one last time. "You know I could always go with you. I bet I could fit in your suitcase." I said pulling on his arm preventing him from leaving. 

"Trust me, if you could come, I'd be making you go with me to every game. But, this is just how it is." He said pulling my hair back and kissing me on the forehead. 

"4 days won't even feel that long." He said with a smile as he opened the door. "I'll call you before I board and after I land. And maybe tonight, we could facetime?" He said with a wink before grabbing me and pulling me into a hug, wrapping his arms around my waist. 

I grinned at the offer and nodded. "Please don't be gone long," I said kissing him on the neck. 

"I'll be home so fast you won't even notice I left." He said blowing me a kiss before walking out and closing the door behind him.

During the days he was gone I went out to do interviews for my new movie and catch up on my own free time. It was hard to go to sleep with Christian, not by my side. We would facetime every night before Luis Urias, his teammate would tell him to “shut the fuck up, and go to sleep.”

I missed Christian's touch. He knew just where my sweet spots are, I missed it when we would cuddle and his soft snoring would wake me up, I missed it when he blushed at something I would say to purposely make him flustered. He was only gone for 4 days but those 4 days were miserable and filled with torture. I missed everything, him calling me baby and sweetheart.

"Sweetheart, I'm home!" Christian called out from the front door, bringing his suitcase inside.

"CHRISTIAN," I screamed, getting up from the couch and running up to him.

"Hey Baby!" He grinned wrapping me into a hug and picking me off my feet, his hug was tight as he didn't let go, closing his eyes and wanting to hold me like this forever. "Did you miss me?" he asked setting me down.

I nodded looking up at him before wrapping my arms around him again. "Can I go with you to your next game, please?" I begged. 

He ruffled up my hair and kissed my head before smiling "I'll see what I can do." 

I let go, and let him go to our room to unpack. I hopped onto our bed and watched him put the last of his clothes up into the closet. He turned around to face me and sat down on the bed. 

"We swept em'." He said proudly of himself before laying back, I crawled to him and laid my head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around me. 

"I watched every game," I said kissing his cheek. 

Christian smiled as he closed his eyes slowly drifting off, he was jet-lagged. He was just happy to be home next to the girl he loves most. I eventually fell asleep, in his arms. But, I woke up from the sounds of his snoring. I sat up looking at sleepy Christian who had a tint of red on his face.

I looked out the window to see the sky dimly lit, I looked at the clock to see it was; 7:03 P.M., I crawled out of bed and headed to the kitchen where I decided to cook one of Christian's favorite meals. His mom used to make it for him all the time, and she decided to pass the recipe down to me. 

I was chopping up the vegetables when I felt two arms wrap around my waist. He pushed himself closer to me with his groin area, touching my ass. I continued to chop the vegetables but, I had a huge smile on my face as he rested his head on my shoulder. "Did you sleep well?" I asked. 

He just groaned as he breathed down my neck before kissing it and letting go of me. He looked at the stove and opened the pot with the boiling curry. "This is why I love you." He said before closing the pot. He ran his fingers threw his hair before sitting at the bar, watching me cook. 

"It should be ready in 5 to 10 minutes," I said walking over to Christian, who was now on his phone responding to a bunch of unanswered texts. I noticed that I was the only one pinned at the top in his iMessages. After responding to one last text he put his phone down and gave his attention to me. 

He looked me up and down before pulling me in by my hips "God, baby, I missed you so much." He said resting his head on my chest.

I placed my hand on his shoulder before moving it up to his hair where I would brush it with my fingers. He looked up at me and kissed me on my collarbone. His soft warm lips started to suck onto my neck. I would tilt my head back. But, I had to let go and attend to the food. 

I poured the curry into a bowl and handed it to him before making my own bowl. "Thank you, sweetheart." He said as I sat next to him and started to eat. 

Christian told me about the games and what he did after with all his teammates. "-and then Craig came out and that's when we knew we were fucked." He laughed and so did I. 

I told him about my interviews and how bored I was without him around. He smiled before getting up from his seat and starting to wash his bowl. "Well, I'm here now. For, three days, and for those three days I am all yours." He said before grabbing my bowl and also washing mine. He started to wash the dishes while I got up from my seat. 

"I'm gonna go take a shower, feel free to join me when you're finished," I said kissing him on the cheek before heading into the bathroom in our bedroom. 

I turned on the hot water and got undressed, I put my hand in to make sure it was the right temperature. Once I had the water to my liking, I got in the shower and started to lather my body with soap. I closed my eyes as I rubbed the shampoo in my hair, that's when I felt someone grab my ass before stepping behind me. "Let me do that for you." He said, rubbing my hair and massaging my scalp. 

After finishing, Chrisitan got out, and grabbed two towels, he wrapped one around my body and wrapped the other around his waist. He ruffled up his hair before applying his skincare and brushing his teeth up against the sink. I did the same. 

We stepped out of the bathroom,  I picked out pajamas for him, which were just some boxers and some plaid, red pajama pants. Christian picked out pajamas for me which was a red lingerie dress that he loved me in. He pulled out the covers and I got in on my side, and he got in on his side. 

He pulled me into him and placed me on top of him. His skin was still so hot from the steamy shower. I wrapped my legs around him and rested my head on his chest. "You smell so good," I said as he snickered and held me tight. 

"And you look so good." He said sliding his hand through my lingerie and squeezing my ass. 

"Oh come on, aren't you tired." I teased.

"Not anymore." He said flipping me over on my back and he got on top of me. 

He moved one hand onto my thigh and squeezed while using his other hand to lift my chin up. Christian placed a kiss on my lips as his lips were hot, soft, and wet, he kissed me again this time with more aggression, and when he let go, a string of our saliva connected from our lips.