#mattyanonwrites

“i do not need to get laid.”

“yes you do! and look, there’s a hot guy. a group of hot guys!” ashley said her voice wasn’t a whisper and you caught them looking your way. and you couldn’t lie, they were hot.

there were several of them crowded into a booth. all of them larger in stature and talking animatedly. a couple of them had glanced your way after ashley had made her declaration.

you made eye contact with one of them, the boy with big brown eyes and longer black hair. it was poking out from his backwards hat.

ashley smiled at him and he was coming over.

oh god.

“what are you doing?” you demanded.

“what you should be doing.”

“hi.” the guy said.

“hi, i’m ash.” ashley’s hi was drawn out and her face was flushed.

you rolled your eyes.

“seth.” he said.

“this is my friend, y/n.”

he reached out to take your hand.

you rolled your eyes again, but you shook his hand.

he sat down next to you.

“having fun?”

“no.” you answered.

“why not?”

“she’s lying. she thinks you’re hot.” ashley answered for you.

“ash!” you snapped.

“oh you do?”

“i don’t.” you said with a sly smile.

“really?”

“nope.” you pursed your lips in a thin smile.

now you had to prove a point to him. and ashley. and his damn friends who were looking at you all in amusement.

you didn’t really care what his name was as he flirted with ashley and kept trying to get a rise out of you as he inched closer to you.

you could tell, he was trying to get you to go home with him. like hell.

“ash. we should go.” you said.

“that’s kind of forward, but okay.” seth joked.

you shot him daggers.

ash giggled and he laughed with her.

“sorry about her, she’s being all serious. she’s stressed out at work.”

“i get that. you should have some fun.”

“oh and that should be with you?”

“could be.” he licked his lips.

“let’s go.”

“really?” he looked genuinely hopeful.

“nope. ash.”

you got up from the table and swung on your coat.

ash was a giggling mess as she got to her feet.

“ash.” you called from the door.

“i’m coming!” she shouted back.

ash stumbled on her feet and seth reached out to catch her.

“thank you, sssss.”

“seth.”

“ssssseth.” ash said and booped his nose.

seth chuckled as she made her way to the door where you took over holding her up.

he made his way back to the table and the guys were laughing at him.

“dude, way to strike out.” jack said.

“shut up.” seth replied.

“oh my god! she —“ andrei laughed and booped kk’s nose mocking seth who took a giant sip of his beer.

—

a few weeks later

—

“what, ash?”

“come on, come out. one drink.”

“no!” you said into the phone.

“please…” ash begged.

“i have so much work to do.”

“it’s past 9:30, y/n. and you don’t even get overtime.”

“i know, i know, but they fired two people.”

“y/n…hot bar guy is here.”

“ash…”

“i’m blanking on his name. but you know the one.”

“ash.”

“no i’m being serious y/n. you shouldn’t be doing work right now. you should be studying his ceiling as he rails you.”

“ash!” you would never not be surprised at her vulgarity.

just then, the man beside her turned.

“in what world? nuh huh. turn around.” ash said and pushed his face the other way.

“i’m serious, y/n. you should be studying the curve of his fucking coc—“

the dial tone took over the phone. “hello? hello? y/n? okay too far.”

the guy turned back to ash.

“you & me? seriously? not gonna happen.” ash laughed before grabbing her drink and trying to find her own man to study for the night.

—

a few days later

—

it was the night of your promotion. ashley was standing beside you throwing back the company provided drinks.

“he’s got a lot of nerve.” she said.

“it’s fine.” you mumbled.

“no. don’t let that asshole off. it’s not fine.” she demanded.

“what am i gonna do about it?” you asked.

she’s right. it wasn’t fine. your shitty ex had shown up with his new girl. the girl who he had cheated on you with. the one everyone in this damn office knew about. because you all worked together. and you couldn’t escape the whispers and the knowing looks. but you had just made associate partner in your department, so no. you were not gonna let him win. he was sending you smug smiles all night.

when no one was looking, ash flipped him off.

“get laid.” ash said.

“oh my god. by who?” you asked. she really was never gonna let it go. she was constantly trying to manage your sex life. like a good friend, she cared about your health. even if that meant the health of your sex life.

ash downed the rest of her drink and pulled you to the window. she looked down the block towards the bar you’d been frequenting lately with her. you could barely make it out in the pouring rain.

“hot guy bar.”

“what?”

“hot bar guy!” ash correct herself.

“you can’t be serious.”

“i bet he’s there. come on, y/n. you deserve a really good hot lay. let him fuck you.”

“i can’t believe we’re talking about this now. here.” you looked around.

“well…” ash shrugged.

“oh my god.” throwing caution to the wind, you took the rest of your vodka cran like a really long shot and ashley cheered really loudly. the two of you drawing attention.

“text me tomorrow.”

you nodded as ashley high fived you excitedly.

“hell yeah!” ash shouted after you as you made your way down the stairs.

—

“you.” you shouted in the middle of the bar. your hair was soaking wet and your coat was dripping droplets of water on the floor of the bar.

the guy across the way turned and you tried not to feel like your breath was being taken away. the confidence you had been feeling was fading, but you were holding on to it with a vice grip.

with a shake of your head, you marched towards him. he had a confused look on his face, but there was a sense of amusement pulling at his lips.

without a word, you pressed your lips to his and pressed your cold hands to his cheeks.

the chill made him shudder as he slipped his hand around your waist and pulled you into him, deepening the kiss.

it was all consuming as you gasped and he took the opportunity to swipe his tongue in your mouth. you didn’t even try to fight him for dominance like you normally would.

you suddenly became painfully aware that you were standing in the middle of this bar, in front of a bunch of strangers passionately kissing this random man.

the men who he had been talking with were all standing there in shock. their mouths agape as they took in the sight. there were a few strangled cheers from them.

you pulled back slowly from his intoxicating presence and whispered, “do you still wanna take me home?”

“huh uh.” he replied as if he was in a trance.

you nodded slowly.

his arms loosened as he lowered you back to the ground and you felt solid.

for a moment you couldn’t hear anything as your heart pumped faster in your ears.

he turned and there were looks exchanged with the group as he snatched his coat from the back of a chair as you intertwined your fingers with his and yanked him towards the door.

the cold air from outside felt like a smack in the face and you both practically ran to his car, but his hand never left yours.

when you slid into the passenger seat and he locked the door and started the heat, he reached over to capture you again in a heated kiss.

you moaned loudly and he chuckled to himself.

your cheeks were hot as he pulled away. the radio was quiet as the two of you braved the storm coming down right now.

the windshield wipers were loud and scraping across the glass as he slowed to a stop in a covered parking garage.

you felt shaky as you followed him to his apartment.

once you were in the elevator, he was on you again.

you weren’t expecting it. it was a shock.

the way he stalked towards you and crowded you against the wall.

but you loved it. there was something darker about his brown eyes now.

you studied his face and tried to decipher what was going on in his head.

he feverishly kissed you again, this time his hands roaming more of you.

they were no longer contained to the appropriateness of your waist.

they were slipping under the hem of your shirt, sliding across your bare skin.

you gasped into his ear as he scraped his teeth across your neck.

he loved that sound.

his forefingers prodded at the underwire of your bra and you praised yourself for wearing your good set tonight.

you were panting as his other hand drifted back down, towards the top of your skirt. he tugged on it and the breath caught in your throat.

thoughts were racing in your head as you took in the sensation of his lips on your skin, the feeling of his hands on your body. you could feel his heart thumping against his chest. your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your own chest.

you didn’t register what he was doing as he lifted your leg and wrapped it around his waist. your heel digging into his backside a little bit and he winced at it, but he reveled in the feeling.

he slotted himself in the freed space and rutted against you, painfully hard.

you gasped at the feeling and needed more. your hand bunching the fabric of his jacket.

god, how long was this elevator ride? you wondered.

just then there was a ding and he was sliding away from you. your leg dropping from him and once again you were finding his hand, but this time it was him intertwining his fingers.

he yanked you out of the elevator and you yelped.

you were practically running down the hallway trying to keep up with him.

the door swung open with a thud and he was tugging you in harshly.

your shoes clattered against the floor as you kicked them off and he led you further into his place.

“do you want a drink?” he asked.

you nodded and he pulled glasses from the cabinet. as he did, you were looking around. the sleekness of everything. it was all grey and dark marbles. the windows huge overlooking the city lights.

“this is your place?” you gawked.

“yeah.” he answered with a shrug as if it wasn’t worth half your yearly salary.

“here.” he handed you.

“what is it?”

“a manhattan.”

“you made me a manhattan?”

“i don’t know what you like.” he answered.

“a vodka cranberry.”

“i don’t have any vodka right now.”

“okay, so you like manhattans?”

“fuck no.”

“then why did you make them?”

“because i didn’t think you’d want a beer.”

“so your next move was a manhattan?”

“it’s the only drink i know how to make.”

you looked at him with a confused face. what a strange thing to know and not enjoy.

he started rambling something about his mom liking it and you held up your hand, stopping his train of thought.

in one motion you threw the drink back and winced at the burn.

“oh god that’s not my drink.”

he looked amused and then upset as you took his from his hands abruptly and drank that one too.

“are you nervous?”

“huh uh.”

“why? you’re the one who stormed into the bar and kissed me.”

“i don’t normally do this.”

“so why did you?”

“because you’re a hot guy from the bar.”

“seth. my name is seth.”

“oh. hi.” you whispered, blushing. you didn’t realize you hadn’t known his name until now.

“this view is…” you turned and slipped on your feet a little.

seth reached out and caught you. he tugged you closer, his muscles flexing around you.

“and yours is?”

“y/n.”

“okay, y/n.”

“so why don’t you tell me what had you ambushing me at the bar tonight.”

“it wasn’t really an ambush. and do you really want to know? or do you want to just bang?”

“do people say bang anymore?” you pushed him away in fake annoyance.

“they do!”

“no, they do not. trust me.” seth chuckled.

you decided then you liked his laugh. it was bright and airy. you were getting a sense that he wasn’t as serious as he was pretending to be right now.

“okay mr. womanizer.”

“i am not a womanizer. i love women.”

“says the womanizer.”

“womanizers don’t love women. they objectify women, there’s a difference.”

“and how do i know you’re different?”

“because that first night, you said no and i walked away. no questions asked.”

“true. i bet that killed you.”

“no, because you’re here now.” he smirked.

the smile disappeared from your face.

“you know what just take off your shirt.”

“okay.”

seth pulled shrugged off his jacket and pulled off his hoodie. it landed somewhere behind the couch.

“oh come on! that’s not fair.” you gestured to his tone torso and he glanced down.

seth knew he had you from the kiss in the bar, but he was reveling in this reaction from you.

“take off your shirt.”

“no! not with all of that going on.” you said self consciously, your arms instantly going to wrap around you. you hadn’t realized you were still wearing the wet coat.

“at least take off the coat, it’s getting water all over the floor.”

“what do you not own a mop?”

seth glanced around.

“oh my god!” you shouted smugly. “you don’t own a mop.” you giggled.

“who owns a mop? paper towels do the same thing.” he justified.

“what kind of weirdo are you?”

“a weirdo you said you wanted to bang.” he used air quotes around the word bang.

“don’t air quote me.”

“i just did.” seth did it again.

“oh now you’re just doing it incorrectly.”

“what are you the grammar police?”

“air quotes aren’t grammar, you idiot!”

“name calling? i’ve been called worse.” seth gawked.

“oh i’ll call you worse.” you snarked.

“i dare you.”

you stared at him with intensity and he met it right back. after a few seconds, he broke and started laughing. there was that laugh again that you liked.

“are you really just gonna stand there all night and drip wate—“

seth gulped as you yanked the soaking coat from your body and discarded it in a flourishing motion to the floor and peeled your shirt off in one go.

it revealed the lacy red bra you were wearing.

his throat suddenly felt dry as he drunk you in.

you cocked your hip in a move that was supposed to be dominating and you could tell it was working in the way he faltered in his step.

“take off your pants.” you demanded.

“you first.” seth replied.

“i’m not wearing pants.” you said cheekily.

you were playing with him and he loved it. a verbal sparring match. he loved how snarky you were being with him.

“fine!” he snapped.

seth hid the shake of his hand well as he unbuckled his belt and let it clatter to the ground. that sound was delicious and you could feel the wetness pool in your panties.

seth’s eyes never left your body as he kicked off his jeans and pushed them to the side.

“the skirt or whatever.” seth grumbled.

in a moment of unusual confidence, you didn’t follow suit with the skirt. something about him, his gaze, the way it was hungrily looking you over had you feeling extra assured.

you tried to not let your hands shake as you reached around your back, your breath anxious as you unbuttoned your bra.

it fell too slow for seth’s liking, but he was frozen in his spot. he didn’t wanna spook you. he was familiar of using confidence to mask anxiety and he could tell you were doing that.

so seth stayed where he was.

his hard-on growing very obviously and his chest rising heavily.

seth’s hands stayed at his sides, but all he wanted to do was cross his living room and touch you. at this point, he was aching to touch you. his fingers itching in a way he hadn’t really felt before.

they felt like they were on fire.

“like what you see?” you asked. your voice shaky.

seth felt like he was unable to speak, so he nodded.

his eyes were lust blown. so you crossed the space of the room and stepped into his space.

once you were close to him, seth couldn’t control himself and he was kissing you again.

his lips felt warmer now than they did before.

and his hands were somehow rougher than they had been before.

maybe it was all the new exposed skin he was exploring, but you could feel every callous on his hands as they ran across your skin.

seth breathed into you as his thumb circled around your nipple and you gasped in return. he swallowed the sound as he continued kissing you roughly.

both his hands were on your chest, heavy against your breasts as they toyed with your nipples.

seth was pulling sounds from you that you didn’t even know you could make and you weren’t even fully naked yet.

“seth. seth.” you muttered against his lips. he was drunk on you, his mind swimming as he kissed along your jaw.

“bedroom.” you whispered.

seth’s eyes shot open and he threw his head back, a low guttural groan coming from him.

you were pretty sure your eyes rolled into the back of your head at that.

seth latched his lips back to yours and his arms were tangled around your waist now. yours hooked around his neck. one playing in the strands of his black hair and the other raking your fingers down his back.

seth shuddered with each light scrape of your nail. he loved it and he wanted you to do that all night. in fact, he wanted you to do it harder. so he could walk into practice tomorrow, all the guys seeing exactly what had come from this encounter.

god he hoped it wasn’t the last encounter he had with you.

once in his bedroom, seth shut the door. there wasn’t any light in the room except for what you could see of the other tall buildings in the area.

you wondered what his room looked like. probably like the rest of his apartment. would there be odd knick knacks? he seemed like that type of guy despite the expensive car and building. you also noticed his shoes alone were worth two hundred dollars.

what the hell did he do? you pondered to yourself as his lips assaulted your neck. his hands back on your breasts.

definitely a boob guy. you laughed to yourself.

“what’s so funny?” he asked pulling back. his hands, still planted on your chest.

“nothing.” you said confidently. but he saw through that and raised an eyebrow.

“you’re a definite boob guy.” you glanced down and so did he. where his hands were covering the tops of your breasts.

“who wouldn’t be? yours are perfect.”

“i bet you tell that to all the girls.”

“yeah, but i mean it with you.” he smirked.

“oh my god!” you smacked his arm and he laughed.

“so are you gonna take off your pants, sorry skirt now?”

“what? you can’t do it?” you quipped.

“well they are kind of comfy.” seth chuckled.

you rolled your eyes and unzipped the side of your skirt and let it pool at your feet.

seth groaned at the sight of a pair of matching red panties. well, they had been matching until you had discarded your bra in the living room.

it was the only matching set in your entire closet and for some reason today, you decided you were gonna wear it today when getting your promotion for a little self-confidence boost. and boy, had it really done a number on you.

seth practically threw you on the bed and you squealed as he towered over you.

his lips were kissing you slower now than before and his hands were gentle as they trailed across your stomach.

he was trying to memorize how you felt. the softness of it. what was that smell you wearing? he wanted to bathe in it even if he’d get laughed out of the locker room.

seth’s fingers were dangerously close to the band of your underwear and your breath hitched.

you hadn’t quite figured out what to do with your hands, so you ran them up his bicep. in the darkness you could faintly make out the outline of a tattoo.

you wanted to know what it was, what it meant.

“lift your hips.” seth whispered in your ear and you obeyed. his fingers tucked underneath the band of the fabric and pulled them down your legs.

he tossed them to the side as if he didn’t care. and to tell you the truth, seth didn’t care. because they were in his way. his way of being with you.

“god you’re so hot.” he muttered and kissed you again.

“you’re the hot guy from the bar.”

“okay and you’re the hot girl from the bar.”

“oh please.” you rolled your eyes.

“i haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night.”

you rolled your eyes again.

“i’m serious.”

“you cannot be.”

“deadass.”

“ew, don’t say deadass.”

“why?”

“because who says that?”

“i’m sorry you think people say bang and not deadass? how old are you?”

“how old are you?!” you asked.

“22.”

“2 years.”

“you cannot be 2 years old.”

“no you moron, i’m two years older than you.”

“you didn’t have to go back to the name calling.” seth said dejectedly.

“i thought you’d been called worse.”

“not when i’m in bed with a woman.”

“so no degrading, got it.”

he huffed. “kinky.”

“you haven’t seen kinky.”

“wanna show me?”

“maybe next time. i really just want you to bang me.”

“oh god. you’re gonna keep using that?”

“well since i know you hate it, yes.”

“i don’t hate it.”

“mmm. i think you hate it.”

“fine whatever. i’ll bang you.”

“glad we’re finally on the same page.”

“kinky next time though.” seth winked.

“who says you’re getting a next time?”

“you did.” seth laughed.

“we’ll see how good of a bang you are.”

“oh so now i have to prove myself?” seth asked sitting back on his knees.

you pushed up on your elbows and looked at his shadowy.

“doubting yourself?” you questioned.

your foot ran up his side and your leg rested on his shoulder.

seth chuckled, his hand wrapping around your ankle.

his eyes kept yours as he kissed the inside of your calf before yanking you towards him.

your head falling from the pillow to the mattress. it jolted you as the bed shifted and he sunk to his knees at the foot of his bed.

“what are you—“ you started before he shushed you loudly.

“did you just shush me?!” you demanded incredulously.

“shush!” seth enunciated loudly this time and looked up from you devilishly.

you threw your head back in defeat and stated at his ceiling. there was a pattern of lines in the coloring. as seth wasn’t doing anything, you started counting the lines.

1….7….13…18…24…

seth’s hands were on your legs, inching towards your core. and it was driving you crazy.

he was playing with you now just like you had played with him.

“you know this really isn’t doing much for me.” you said.

“oh my god. do you have to talk about everything?” he demanded.

“it’s not like you’re doing anything.” you snapped.

seth rolled his eyes and huffed.

you opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out as his finger swiped through your wetness and you lurched at the connection.

“you know i think it was doing something.” seth taunted.

“would you shut up?”

“oh so you’re the only one who gets to speak?”

“i support a man’s right to shut the fuck up.” you said.

seth chuckled loudly. he didn’t respond. instead, his thumb was circling your clit. without warning.

you moaned in response.

seth grinned to himself.

seth’s thumb alternated between pressure and circular motions on your clit which had you squirming underneath him.

and when his index finger poked at your hole you tensed, but he shushed you. it was more gentle this time. he waited as you looked at him and you nodded in approval before he crooked into you.

it matched the pace of his other hand on your clit and you were a writhing mess.

your hand bunching the sheets next to him. you wanted to tangle it in his hair.

god why wasn’t his mouth on you?

it’s like seth could read your mind because the next thing you knew you were losing contact and whining at that, but he was replacing his fingers with his tongue.

you were falling apart underneath him. his tongue flicking against the bundle of nerves and his teeth scraping it.

your hand found his hair and tugged at it. he groaned against you, the sound vibrating through you.

“oh god seth.” you moaned loudly and bit your lip trying to contain the sounds you were making.

seth’s hand grabbed your other hand and brought it to meet your other hand. you were practically pushing him further into your cunt at this point, but he loved it. and the grip on his hair was harsh, but the sting was so delicious to him as he focused on that and not the ache in his penis.

his hands were free now, so he ran them up your stomach to your breasts.

yep, a definite boob guy.

he cupped one breast in one hand and massaged it while the other, seth played with the nipple. rubbing it between his index finger and thumb.

“i’m gonna—“ you were mumbling now. words escaping you.

good. he needed you to do this sooner than later because he was dangerously close to cumming in his underwear which would be very embarrassing.

and seth so badly wanted to fuck you.

you were so tight around his fingers and all that he could see in his brain was how it would be to push into you for the first time.

seth continued his movements. you were overstimulated as he flicked his tongue faster and alternated between sucking.

“seth.” you gasped. you were trying to be quiet, but it wasn’t working as you just continued to moan his name until your toes curled and the shiver washed over you, the high that had been teetering on the edge falling.

you were gasping heavily. seth didn’t stop as you panted. you had to practically pull him from you, you couldn’t handle it anymore, your legs shaking.

seth pressed a kiss to your clit and your legs snapped closed around him, but his shoulders pushed them apart.

“nothing to say?” seth asked. his voice was raw and cocky. his lips were wet as he pressed soft kisses up your stomach and across the mounds of your breasts.

he focused on your neck briefly, waiting for a response, but nothing came.

seth looked up. your eyes were cloudy and heavy.

“that was—“ you started, but the words failed you.

“i know.”

“don’t be glib.” you murmured.

“okay.” seth conceded.

seth kissed you then and you could taste yourself on him. a sensation you weren’t used to and it was strangely hot.

the entire thing was hot. you weren’t used to guys doing that. wow. nothing about this encounter was normal for you.

you were being snarky with him for the sake of it because he brought that out in you. this confidence that you hadn’t had in a long time. not before him.

you kinda loved that. you wanted to tell him that. but you wouldn’t. because that would be weird.

your head was reeling.

seth was hovering over you. his arms trapping your head. and you could feel him. the bulge in his underwear. god he was painfully hard.

you practically drooled at the thought of him.

“do you want me to bang you?” seth smirked.

you were too tired to laugh and too tired to come up with some kind of quip.

“please fuck me.” you begged.

and that was better than seth could have even imagined.

before you knew it, seth was flipping you over.

your face in the pillow. he l pulled your ass up, pushing your hips forward.

you heard shuffling behind you. the bed dipping as he got up and tossed his underwear to the side.

you were kind of disappointed you weren’t taking in his size at this moment, but you did love the idea of this position.

you heard the tearing of a wrapper and listened to seth groan as he slid it on. he was aching at this point.

“are you okay?”

you hummed in response.

“use your words, pretty girl.”

“yes.” you said.

seth was behind you then. his tip running through your slit, gathering your wetness. and you squirmed in response. you rutted back against him and yelped as he smacked your ass in response.

you gasped as he pushed in slowly. seth was groaning. your gasp barely audible to him as he stretched you out. your walls tightened around him, clenching.

he was in heaven.

seth didn’t even want to move afraid he wouldn’t last long.

you pushed back against him. your ass jiggling in front of him with his cock sticking out of your cunt was a sight that would live in his brain forever.

he smacked your ass again before rubbing the sting.

you yelped again. seth loved the sound.

seth pulled out before ramming back into you.

again and again.

his pace was brutal. fast and rough.

you were groaning into the pillow, trying to muffle your sounds.

suddenly, you were aware that he had neighbors and it was later at night. and they did not need to hear you getting railed by this man.

“let me hear you.” seth said.

and you didn’t respond immediately because he then said, no…begged, “please.”

“oh my god.” you moaned loudly. each word accompanied with their own guttural expression.

seth was falling apart behind you. the only sounds in the room were your bodies colliding together and the unholy sounds you were making.

there were curse words falling from his mouth. you wanted to see him. the expression he was making.

and once again, it’s like seth could hear what you were thinking, but he was snaking his hand around your waist and pulling you up.

your back flush to his chest as he fucked up into you.

one of his hands on your hip steadying the two of you and the other cupping your breast.

your hand came back to tangle in his hair again and you turned your head to look at him.

his eyes were the same lusty brown they had been before. there was sweat on his forehead. pink tints painted across his cheeks and his lips were swollen.

you kissed him and got lost in the taste of him.

seth loved the slight tug of your fingers on the back of his head.

your other hand was playing with your own clit.

you both were moaning in each other’s mouths.

this was the hottest thing he had experienced and he never wanted it to end.

your walls were fluttering around him and he knew you were close.

your stomach was tight and your mind felt like a million neurons were firing.

your skin was on fire. you were burning alive in a way and seth was on the only water source in a hundred miles.

his thrusts became sloppy and you felt him faltering behind you and as his hand left your breast to take over your own ministrations on your bundle of nerves, that’s when you came.

you screamed his name so loud. you weren’t even ashamed. your cheeks were red and your chest was rising and falling fast as your heart beat rapidly.

seth was slamming into you before he choked out a groan and came.

his body fell on top of you - pushing you into the mattress.

his weight was calming as he settled his breathing.

he was hot and sweating behind you. seth felt unbelievably close and you didn’t want him to leave you.

when he made a move to disconnect you, to dispose of the condom, you tugged his arm.

“no. just a little longer.”

seth laughed softly.

“okay, y/n.” seth kissed your forehead.

finally your breathing calmed and so did his and after a few minutes he finally got up.

you shuddered at the loss of contact.

he left for the en-suite and came back a few minutes refreshed.

seth pulled you from bed forcing you into the bathroom and into the shower.

“i want to sleep.” you murmured stepping into the hot water.

“we will.” seth said.

you felt weak. you made no moves to do anything under the water.

“damn, gonna make me do all the work, huh?”

“hey, you made me get out of bed.” you said.

“fine.” seth murmured.

he didn’t say anything else as he poured shampoo in his hand and lathered it in your hair before giving you the best head massage you had ever had.

it was then you decided you were definitely giving him head in the morning because what the fuck was this man doing.

you knew you weren’t special. he probably did this with every girl he slept with, but goddamn.

but you were special. you had challenged him in a way he liked and made him laugh in a way he hadn’t in a long time. seth liked you. he hoped you would let him see you again.

after your shower, seth tossed you a shirt to sleep in. it was black with red lettering. on the back there was a number and a last name.

“jarvis 24.”

he’d done it selfishly. he wanted to see how you looked in it.

“canes fan?” you asked nonchalantly. seth was taken aback. you genuinely didn’t know or watch hockey. your friends were fans, but you didn’t follow the sport. football was your thing.

“no, that’s me.” seth said.

your eyes bulged out of your head.

“i’m sorry what?!” you practically shouted.

seth laughed so hard he was hunched over the bed gasping for hair.

“oh i was i had that on camera.”

you looked around the bedroom now. you could see more pictures on the wall and there were memorabilia from what you assumed was his career.

“you’re seth jarvis.”

“the one and only.” seth said cockily as he got in bed and pulled the covers down for you.

you jumped on the bed next to him.

“oh please. you’re not that big of a deal.”

“who says?”

“me.”

“why?”

“because you don’t even own a mop.”

“i can’t be a big deal because i don’t own a mop?”

“yes. what self respecting guy doesn’t own a mop?”

“what guys do you know?”

“self respecting guys.”

“oh my god. go to bed.”

“whatever.” you said and yanked the covers away from him. he yanked them from you in response.

after a few minutes of quiet you said, “i can’t believe i slept with a canadian.”

“ha! so you do know who i am.”

“my friend is obsessed with the canes. she talked about seth jarvis the canadian. i didn’t know it was you.”

“i’m not convinced. you wanted me.” seth rolled over.

“in your dreams.”

“you’re damn right.” seth said and kissed you quickly. wrapped his arm around you tugged you against his body. you could feel the already growing bulge he had going.

you rocked your ass against it and seth groaned in response.

you laughed and tried to quiet your brain to sleep.

—

the next morning you woke to knocking on the door.

seth was in the bathroom.

you swung your legs off the bed and departed from the bedroom.

you ran your hands through your hair as you opened up the door and found a random man standing there.

he looked oddly familiar.

“hello?” you asked confused.

“uh…” the guy froze.

he was holding a mop and a bottle of vodka in one hand.

you blinked multiple times trying to ascertain if you were still dreaming the strangest dream you had ever had.

“kk!” seth shouted behind you.

you jumped in surprise.

“jarvy. why hell you need me to get these this early?” the guy asked with an accent.

you looked to seth with suspicious eyes.

“thanks, man! i owe you.” jarvy said and took the mop and vodka to him. he didn’t answer the guys question, instead he shut the door in his face.

who sputtered on the other side of it.

“uh…that was rude.” you pointed out.

“what?” seth asked as he set the vodka down on the counter and leaned the mop up against the island.

“you want coffee? i don’t have it, but i can doordash it. i can’t ask kk, he’ll be mad. or i think i have some red bulls.” seth rambled opening the fridge.

you were staring bewildered at the mop and vodka.

“y/n?” seth paused turning back to look at you.

“you got a mop and vodka? at 7:57 am?” you asked.

seth shrugged.

“seth.”

“y/n.” seth said.

“seth.”

“will you go on a date with me?”

“this is the weirdest and most romantic way i have ever been asked on a date.” you said.

“is that a yes?” seth held his breath. yes.” you looked at the mop one more time before looking in his brown eyes. they were beautiful and large.

“awesome.” seth said and kissed your forehead.

he pulled you into his side as he stared into his fridge.

“oh sick, i do have some coffee.”

seth pulled out a random brand of canned coffee you had never seen with russian lettering.

“what even is this?”

“i don’t know. i didn’t buy it.”

“then why is it in there?”

“probably when drei was staying here.”

“who’s drei?”

“andrei svechnikov.”

your head was reeling. “how long has that been in there?”

“i don’t know…months?”

“i’m not drinking that.”

“fine, let’s go get breakfast. but this doesn’t count as our date.”

“okay…fine. you can have another date.”

“don’t act like you didn’t wanna give me another one. remember this is the strangest and most romantic way you’ve been asked out before.”

“you’re right. i’m figuring out you’re a weirdo, seth.”

“again with the name calling.”

“it could be worse.”

“your right. it could be.” seth agreed.

“oh god, i don’t have anything to wear.” you grumbled.

“you can just wear this.” seth said and tugged on the bottom of his shirt.

“what if i don’t want to?” you asked.

“why not?” seth asked.

you smiled devilishly and pulled it over your head to reveal your perky breasts and nipples to him.

seth was weak in the knees. he was practically running after you to the bedroom.

before breakfast, you were gonna make good on one promise you made last night.