I Cant Believe We Are Losing This Father Son Duo Please This Is So Sad

Claim Her Name (Caitlin Foord x Reader x Steph Catley)

A/n requested smut

Star marks the start of smut 18+, Minors DNI

Also apologising in advance

There's a small breeze that blows through the house on a hot summer afternoon. The heatwave had been practically killing any effort to try and get anything productive done, but the cool air was a nice turn.

So you'd opened up the house and started on the list of chores you hadn't touched yet.

Clad in one of Steph's black arsenal jerseys, and just underwear, you clear out most of them within a few hours.

Midway through scrubbing down the benches in the kitchen and cooking, your ears perk up enough to hear a car pull into the driveway, and two doors slam shut.

You continue to hum with a small smile, knowing it was just Steph and Caitlin.

What you aren't expecting is the bickering coming from the two. And what you definitely aren't expecting is the conversation they're having.

Lord knows they didn't have a filter when they got like this.

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"Oh come on Caitlin, like she cums any harder in your jersey than she does in mine."

"She does! Thank you very much. That was proven a week ago."

"How? She wasn't even in your jersey. She was wearing a plain Arsenal 22/23 kit."

"Still counts."

Theres a huff.

"If that counts, that means she was technically wearing my jersey too!"

"Like shit! I was the one to make her cum, therefore it counts for me, not you."

You shake your head as you hear them slowly approach the kitchen. Only then do you realise there's a name on the back of your jersey, and you quietly curse, knowing you won't hear the end of it from either of them.

As they approach the kitchen, Steph pauses mid argument, spotting you standing with your hands leaning against the bench, watching the doorway.

"Alright babe, who do you think is right here? Who makes you cum the hardest in who's jersey?"

"Wooow, 'Hey baby, we're home, we missed you so much, wow, what smells so good? Thank you for cooking dinner. We love you.' Aww, thanks, my loves, I missed you both so much as well, I hope training went alright, I love you too!"

Caitlin bursts out laughing, and Steph slaps her palm against her forehead before shuffle jogging over silently to apologise. Her hands find your waist from behind, turning you to her, and she mumbles a soft apology against your lips, noting your lack of pants.

"Hey baby, sorry, you know us getting into it. Dinner does smell really good. Thank you for cooking. And might I say, you do look absolutely ravishing with my name on your back."

You glare playfully at her, poking her in the shoulder.

"Kiss-ass."

A cheeky grin crosses her face.

"I'd definitely do that."

You roll your eyes and turn to the now pouting Caitlin.

"What's up with you?"

"You're wearing her number over mine."

Your brow raises.

"Babe, I was wearing yours yesterday... and the day before that... and five out of seven days last week."

Her cheeks flush a little, and she huffs.

You just chuckle and shake your head at her. While you're having this conversation, Steph slides her hands down to your hips, admiring the sight of her name on your back.

One hand slips up your back again and gently rubs at your shoulder, and she presses into you, nearly pinning you against the counter.

"God baby, you're killing me here." It's muttered next to your ear.

"Oh, I'm killing YOU, am I?" It's said with a soft giggle that escapes your lips.

Your head tilts to the side regardless, and she takes the opportunity to make eye contact with Caitlin as she presses soft kisses to your neck, looking her dead in the eye with a daring gaze.

Before they get too far, though, you shake off the slight haze and duck out from Steph's grip to continue watching the pans on the stove.

Steph huffs, but you silence her with a 'look'.

"Set the table goofballs, dinner's nearly done, and enough with the bickering about my orgasms."

They both quickly rush to do as they're told, always swift to outdo the other. They do love each other, and you can swear they were intimate in their own right, but jesus, were they competitive.

This definitely isn't the first time they've been caught bickering about you, and you're sure it certainly won't be the last.

In the past, it's usually been about who can get you to laugh first or who buys the food closest to what you're craving when you're on your period. But orgasms?

That was a new one. Even for the ever horny Caitlin Foord. You swore her sex drive was through the roof at all times of the day.

Her challenging Steph like that wasn't new, but doing it while walking in the door from training was just taking it to a whole other level.

So you were certainly on guard for the possibility that you were getting jumped tonight. You'd already completed most of the stuff you needed to anyway.

As you all sat and ate at the square table in the dining room, Steph and Caitlin sat either side of you. Occasional chatter comes up, you prompting them about training and them asking if everything went alright today, and if there was anything they could help with after dinner.

That was something you would forever be grateful for. They had one of the busiest careers out there, playing, training, doing media, and prepping for national team duty. Hell, Caitlin had a second job working as a physio.

Then there was you. You worked from home and did most of the chores around the house, and they still insisted they help you with that.

Sure, it was a decently paying job, and you were thankful for that opportunity, but... was it enough? They certainly deserved so much better than what you could give them, right?

Funnily enough, you'd made the mistake of having that same thought about two months ago. You'd expressed that you felt a little lacking in terms of how much you did and nearly took on a second job.

It's not like you needed it. You just felt like you weren't working hard enough.

Of course, Steph and Caitlin were quick to tell you otherwise and prove it. You made sure there was always company at home. You were there for them in ways any other person couldn't be. You always had a fresh, cooked, healthy meal for them.

You still worked your butt off with your current job. You earned nearly half the income in the house. On top of that, the house was always in top shape. You did maintenance, yard work, cleaning, organising, laundry. To them, that was more than enough.

So you kept that one to yourself, knowing you'd only be told otherwise and made a promise to yourself to work on that one later. Maybe a volunteer position might ease that?

Everything you did, your girls were right there with you when they could be.

God, you loved them.

As dinner slows to soft chatter, and as soon as you put your fork down, about to stand to clear the table, both of them stand up, Caitlin grabbing the leftovers to container them and put them away for later, Steph grabbing the dishes to put in the sink to wash.

You watched them move around the kitchen with ease, occasionally ribbing each other lightly, playful banter in the air as they cleaned up.

This was just a routine you'd have to get used to. You get scolded every time you try to do the dishes after dinner.

"Nuh uh, you cooked for us and cleaned all day. Pretty butt in chair baby, we'll finish this."

You took the opportunity to go and start the next load of laundry while they did that, not wanting to sit still for too long.

You hear footsteps pad from behind you into the laundryroom. And you turn to look at Steph, who's now leaning against the doorway, watching you.

"What's up?"

"Nothing, just admiring." A small smile pulling at her lips.

You shake your head slightly and bend down to pick up the next basket to move it, but a pair of hands pull you up, spin you around, and press you against the washing machine.

Steph quickly takes your lips with her own, and it just about knocks the air from your lungs. She lifts you to sit on the machine, and her hands are hot on your thighs, keeping you as close as possible.

Your legs wrap around her, and you chuckle softly as she immediately goes for your neck again.

She had a thing for leaving marks on you. Not that you minded. You never really had anything to do in town and were easy enough to cover when you did. Plus, you enjoyed the feeling of both of them claiming you like this.

Her mouth trails over the junction of your neck and shoulder, teeth pulling at the skin and lips soothing the ministrations. Your hands slip up the back of her shirt, gently scratching the skin where you know it riles her up.

Her grip on your legs tightens a little as you do so, fingers digging into the skin, leaving you keening as she kisses you again.

Her tongue dips between your lips, leaving you whimpering softly, melting completely into her.

"You're so fucking sexy dressed like this baby. You have no idea how much I love seeing my name on your back."

You breathlessly chuckle as she returns to work on your neck.

"Oh, I think I have a little idea."

At that, she pulls you to the edge of the machine, nudging you to lift your hips as she pulls your underwear off from beneath you.

"I'm sure we can remedy that then and give you the full idea."

She drops to her knees, pulling her hair back with a hair tie and a small wink that, if you'd been standing, would have taken your knees out from under you.

Thankfully, the window in the laundry room is frosted, so it's not entirely obvious to the outside world what you're doing.

"Jesus baby, you're killing me."

Her breath fans your centre as she pulls you right to the edge of the machine. Her eyes meet yours as she wiggles her brows at you and you laugh.

"All in a days work."

"Yeah, yeah, now hush and fuck me."

Steph kisses at your inner thigh, a teasing smile on her lips. "So demanding."

With that, she kisses at your clit, tongue peaking out to swipe up your slit.

Your head lulls back, and you lean back fully on your hands with a soft moan. One hand moves to grip the back of her head as she moves her tongue in zigzags, moving just enough to work you up, but in no way near enough to finish from it.

"Steph." It comes out as a soft sigh, almost pleading with her.

"Shh baby, we've got time."

Her tongue lazily drags up your taste into her mouth as her lips wrap around your clit to suck gently.

You look down to make eye contact with her, fingers running through the loose hair, gripping it slightly. It makes you moan a little louder this time as she dips her tongue inside you.

"And to think, you told me you were just helping her do laundry."

You meet Caitlin's eye in the doorway, wondering how long she'd been standing there off to the side.

Steph pulls away for a moment, making you whine softly.

"Was wondering when you were gonna get in here."

"Baby, please." You urge Steph's head back towards you.

She tuts playfully at you, hands pressing your legs wider, as she signals your other girlfriend to join her. Caitlin just shakes her head.

"You said you could make her cum harder. Prove it."

"Technically, you said that, I only said it wasn't true in your case."

You groan out, a little frustrated now.

"Guys, fuck the techinicalities, can one of you please just continue, your head is between my legs, you should be making me cum, not arg- shiiitt"

Steph dives in just about straight away. This time, it's much more aggressive and leaves you bucking your hips against her face.

One hand slips away from your inner thigh and moves to press two digits to your entrance. Her fingers dip inside slow, teasing, and it sends tingles up your spine.

Her arm moves with her thrusts, bicep tensing with each stroke. Steph feels you clench around her fingers and speeds up her strokes to match your hips thrusting against her.

Her other arm has to eventually move to hold you down, though, in order to keep her mouth where you need it.

Your hips start to jerk a little more, and as her fingers curl just right inside you, you clench tightly. She knows you're close and speeds up a little, tapping your g-spot, throwing you closer as your chest starts to rise and fall rapidly.

Her tongue zigzagging harshly over your clit is what sends you over with a squeaked cry, curses tumbling from your lips.

Your toes curl, your eyes are clenched shut, and your fingernails bite into your palms as your orgasm crashes through you.

What Steph hadn't seen as she fucked you was Caitlin leaving the doorway and returning a second later. With something in hand.

She spots the forward, now wandering into the room with a short sleeve black away jersey.

As you come down from the high, a little hazey from the impromptu orgasm, you see Caitlin and spot whats now in her hand.

"We're gonna run a little experiment, baby, tonight is all about you."

You lift your head off the wall with a slight kink in your brow.

"Like y'all don't do that ceremoniously every other night."

Her hand comes up to rest on your cheek, thumb tugging gently at your bottom lip.

"But, if you let me finish, we see who can make you cum harder in who's jersey."

You whimper slightly, at the same time Steph removes her fingers from you and stands to your level.

"You get to cum as much as you want, but, at the end of each orgasm, give us a rating."

"Seriously?" You look at them a little unimpressed, you weren't physically prepared for tonight by any means and plus, they know well and true that you won't be able to answer them after the fifth or so orgasm.

Steph moves back to stand between your legs and kiss at your neck, mumbling into your ear.

"We can take it easy, and take as long you like baby, but you'll be cumming later either way."

You huff slightly before nodding.

"Jesus, you're both gonna be the death of me." You murmur, closing your eyes as her teeth nip at the new unmarked skin.

"Then, 7/10, the mouth work was 10/10, but the location was questionable. My ass hurts now too."

Her lips detach from your neck, and she pulls away with a pouty look on her face. "Sorry baby, rating's a rating."

With that, you feel a new pair of hands grab your legs.

You sit up to kiss Caitlin as she hikes you into her arms, lifting you off the machine completely and walking you to the bedroom, Steph trailing behind.

Your arms tighten around her neck, pulling her down with you as she tries to set you down, and you giggle softly at the look on her face when she lands on top of you.

She's nestled between your legs, and her hands keep her from entirely leaning on you, though you put an end to that and pull her down onto you, keeping your legs tight around her to take her full weight.

She smirks against your lips, and her hand slips between you, riding up under the black jersey. She grabs at your chest, palming it as she leans off to the side slightly to get more access.

You moan as she works at your chest, kneading and pinching at your nipple.

Suddenly, her weight disappears off you as she sits up and pulls you with her. You barely register her hands, pulling one jersey off and replacing it with her own.

The moment it's back on, you're pushed backwards again. This time, she's settled on either side of your left leg, straddling it. Her hands pull her own shirt off with you staring at her stomach as she does so.

She chuckles at your expression and leans down to capture your lips again.

Caitlin's hand moves between your legs, and you jolt slightly, still a little sensitive. Her finger rubs slowly at your clit, making you sigh softly into her mouth.

She pulls away with a small nip to your lower lip and kisses to your collarbone and slips down to level with your pussy.

You feel the bed shift to your left. It's Steph, but she doesn't move to touch you. You beckon her over, but she doesn't move, only shakes her head no at you.

You whine softly, "Why not?"

"Because we're not allowed to touch you while the other is doing her thing, those are rules, sorry baby."

You huff slightly, "Fuck the rules."

Caitlin raises a brow at Steph.

"Or you could let her do her thing and fuck you instead?"

You almost protest, but Caitlin's tongue interrupts you.

Her first swipe makes you let out a breathy sigh. Her next is much harsher, and you moan into the cool night air. She dives straight into you after that, and your head drops to the pillow beneath it, eyes clenched shut.

She works you up the same as the defender had, but when she sneaks two fingers into your entrance, you notice she's paired it with something else and it sends heat straight to your gut at the thought.

It's a vibrating ring.

When she snuck that on, you had no idea, but that thought quickly gets wiped away, as she fully pushes the first two fingers in and holds her third tight to the other two.

You can hear Steph protest from next to you.

"Cheating little shit."

Caitlin just winks cheekily at her and doubles her efforts. To your credit, you hold off for as long as you can, but in the end, her lips sucking harshly at your clit is what sends you over. And fast.

Caitlin has a smirk on her face as she brings you down. And when she pulls away, you give her a joking thumbs up.

"8/10, sneaky choice with the ring, but didn't it last long enough. Great mouth work, still wearing pants, though."

Steph growls at that.

"What happened to no outside influence?"

Caitlin shrugs, a cheeky grin on her face.

"It was technically inside her."

Steph huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Fine, how about we rework the rules since you so clearly won't stick to them. We'll make so we can use any toy to make her cum."

She turns to you, which you'd been watching them with hooded eyes and a small amused smile on your face.

"What about you, baby? Any input?"

"You know I'm not gonna have input, babe, I'm here for the orgasms and the entertainment."

She rolls her eyes and turns back to Caitlin.

"Well? What's your input?"

Caitlin taps her fingers on her chin, pretending to think for a moment.

"We can use anything?"

Steph sighs and nods.

"Within reason and at the discretion of Y/n."

Caitlin immediately sticks her hand out.

"Deal."

Steph raises both brows at her before shaking her hand and her own head at the girl. You giggle at the two. Your goofballs.

"Alright, back in a second."

She steps off the bed and heads into the walk-in wardrobe, pulling out a box you know all too well. She pulls off the lid and tosses it, setting the box down at the end of the bed before kneeling to dig through it.

You wiggle your way down, leaning on your elbows to look over at what she's pulling out. She goes to grab a small vibrator but stops when she notices you watching her.

She quickly shoos you back up the bed, and you whine but do so. She pulls out a few objects that you can't see and leaves them layed out on the carpet where you can't get a glimpse from your position.

The first thing she does is grab the blindfold and shift up the bed, straddling your waist. Damn, you were banking on her not doing that.

You sit up obediently, and she ties it around your head tightly, making sure to shift it so there's no chance for you to peak.

"This stays on for the rest of tonight, so there's no chance she sees what we're about to do. Senses heightened kind of thing. Tends to make you cum harder."

You hear Caitlin speak up from beside you.

"Eye contact is pretty hot though."

Steph scoffs.

"Good luck getting her to keep it."

You make a mock offended noise.

"Excuse me." You huff.

"Yeah, no, sorry babe, you kind of make it difficult when you won't sit still long enough." Caitlin chuckles slightly.

"Seriously?"

"Yup." Is Steph's answer and you pout softly.

She shifts off you and the bed moves as she steps off it. You hear some rustling for a bit before she gets back onto the bed.

"Turn over on your stomach."

You do so carefully as to not just fall off the bed, and Steph's hands guide your hips up slightly to slip a pillow beneath them.

A bottle lid is cracked open, and you assume it's lube.

"We agreed no butt stuff, right?"

Two seconds of silence.

"Baby, we talked about this, and been there done that was a big no, so yes, it's a no, no butt stuff."

"Just double checking" There's a little tone behind it. Steph sighs slightly, and Caitlin stifles a laugh.

"Alright, so the brat tone ends now."

"Geez sorry." You work out why she says it pretty quickly.

A smack to the left cheek makes you jump slightly.

"Yes."

Another smack to the right cheek.

"Yes Ma'am."

You can hear your other girlfriend snort behind her hand and your cheeks burn as you realise what you said.

"Not what I meant, but that's a better answer." You hear the surprised but amused tone behind it.

Steph continues, and you feel her fingers dip into you, the lube cold, and it sends shivers up your spine, and you sigh into the pillow.

There's some more rustling as Steph leans back off you for a second.

"God, Steph, you're gonna kill the poor girl."

That makes you perk up again suddenly.

"Babe..."

"Babe."

"Caitlin." It's said in a more stern tone.

"Steph."

"Shut the fuck up."

"Yes, Ma'am." She says it jokingly, and your cheeks only go redder at that.

You whine into the pillow lightly.

"Can we please drop that? It was in the heat of the moment."

"I'll think about it." Yeah, no, she's not gonna let that one go.

"Oh for the love of fuck Cait, please?"

"I said I'd think about it." Her tone is mocking yours now.

"Will you stop shit stirring?" Steph's a little annoyed by now.

You snort.

It's a not so soft smack now. And you yelp.

"Okay, sorry...Ma'am... Sorry, Ma'am."

"Are you done?"

"Caitlin." It's her final warning tone.

You assume Caitlin at least acknowledges that silently because you feel Steph's hands move your legs apart, and she kneels between them.

At first, you think it's the vibrator she went to grab earlier, but it feels much bigger than that, and it's definitely not any dildo you own or the red and white strap you have for that matter either.

You can tell it's a strap, though, judging by the fact you can feel Steph lean over you as she pushes the tip in.

It stretches you out enough that you have to gulp in air as she moves in slowly, eventually bottoming out, hips against your own.

"That's it, just breathe baby, you're doing so well. You can take it. I know you can." That has you whimpering as you grit your teeth and bury your face into the pillow below you.

You wiggle your hips a little to adjust to the stretch of it.

"That's a girl. Take your time."

Your hips push back a little, and you relax a bit more to take it better.

"Good girl." It's a little breathy now, and it sends goosebumps up your arm, and you keen under the praise. Her lips press soft kisses to your back and shoulder, a comforting touch when you need it.

She slowly pulls out and pushes back in. Her hips move carefully, letting you feel it drag against your insides as you calm your breathing to relax more and let the strap in better.

Her thrusts speed up a little, hips slapping against yours a little harder now, and you moan softly into the pillow.

The thrusts start moving faster, into more of a pounding motion, and she grabs your hair to turn your head to the side, away from the pillow muffling you.

"No hiding those noises from us, baby. Let them out. We want to hear you nice and loud."

That's paired with a particularly harsh thrust, and you cry out. She readjusts her hips, thrusting in at the new pace, and her arm wraps around your neck, pulling you back into her body while the other holds her up beside you.

The new angle makes the strap hit and brush against your g-spot and with a renewed vigor at that. You're moaning loudly and in time with her thrusts now.

She's fucking you so hard, the bed starts to shift a little, the frame rocking in time with you both.

Your legs start to shake around her, and she feels the resistance with every thrust.

"Taking my strap so well for me, baby, you wanna cum?"

Her voice is murmured next to your ear, breath hot on your skin.

"So c-close, p-please!"

You stutter each time her hips slap against your ass.

Steph sits back slightly, hand now pushing against the back of your neck, holding you against the mattress.

"Go ahead then, baby girl, cum on my strap, cum for me."

It only takes a moment, and her words make the knot in your stomach snap. Your vision goes white under the darkness of the blindfold, and your mouth drops open with a loud cry.

Steph's thrusts become a little ragged, but she pushes down her own orgasm and slows her high, instead continuing to help bring you down with slow thrusts.

She stops when you whine a bit. Your back rises and falls rapidly with your head buried back in the pillow.

A moment passes, and you're still silent.

Caitlin is now leaning forward on her elbows, sitting in a chair facing the bed, and her pupils have dilated from watching you both.

She watches as Steph leans down carefully, so as not to move her hips. She kisses your shoulder softly.

"You okay?"

You don't move, and you're silent for a second.

"...gimme a minute..."

A smug smile crosses Steph's lips.

"Take all the time you need, sweet girl."

You don't even have to see her face to know it's there. Her voice is enough to know.

"...I think... my deaf grandmother could have heard the smugness in your voice then."

Caitlin recovers enough to snicker at that.

Steph shoots you both a glare, you can feel it burning into the back of your head, and she purposefully jerks her hips, which makes you yelp slightly.

"Baaabe, geez, you just made cream on your cock, be happy."

Caitlin has to hold in a bigger laugh.

"Baby, from my perspective here. If you want to be able to sit on your ass tomorrow, I suggest shutting your mouth. Just, ya know, if Steph's expression is anything to go by."

Steph rolls her eyes.

"Fucking brat."

"Me? Pft never." There's a small smile pulling at your lips now.

Dead silence.

You feel her lean down, her breath fanning your neck, and you tilt your head slightly.

"Sorry.. I love you? 9.5 out of 10, couldn't watch you fucking me but I'm very grateful you made me cum. In fact so grateful, I'll be a good girl for the rest of the night...?" You let out a nervous laugh with it.

...

A soft chuckle in your ear.

"That's what I thought."

She sits up again.

"Still could have gone without the blindfold, though."

"Babe, oh my fucking god. Mouth." There's laughter behind it.

Steph just sighs... and pulls out without warning. Fast.

It leaves you shakingly empty, and you release any air you have left in your lungs.

"Jeeeesus fucking christ."

Two spanks to the left and right cheeks swiftly make you close your mouth.

"Alright, my turn." A thud where Caitlin suddenly gets up and goes to the end of the bed. Steph moves away from you and off the bed with a shaky wobble.

You sit up and pull Steph's jersey off, knowing the course of action now. You hold it out in the direction you think she is, and you hear her laugh from your other side.

Your face flushes.

"Sorry." And you hold it out in the direction of where she was laughing from. She takes it from your hand.

"That's okay, baby."

You can hear Caitlin moving things around in the crate. A couple of items drop onto the bed. One of them jingles slightly and you have a feeling you know exactly what that was.

"Okay!" And she claps her hands together.

"You good?" You ask, mainly concerned she might have lost it somewhere between Steph railing you and finding the handcuffs in the crate.

"Perfect, why?". "Also, you can turn over for me. Leave the pillow under your hips." You can hear the evil grin on her face as you do so.

"No reason." You flash your best innocent smile.

"Jesus, Caitlin, if I didn't end the poor girl, you will."

"Oh, don't you start." You laugh at that.

You hear Steph get up from her spot on the chair. And a small kissing noise.

"I'm sorry baby, proceed."

She returns to her seat.

"I'm gonna combust here if you wait any longer."

"You don't start with me either, because I can make this very complicated for you if you decide to get bratty with me."

"I can't help it. The 9.5/10s bring it out in me."

You hear Steph spit take. You were gonna get it now.

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It took about three hours overall. But it finally comes to an end. In the end, it's Steph who lasts the longest, but you nearly called it quits three orgasms ago.

Caitlin ends up with a leg cramp and has to throw in the towel. Your stubborn girlfriends finally managed to get it out of their system for the night.

Though they do end up bickering about who's jersey you should sleep in and you just sigh and order them to just grab you a plain Arsenal hoodie. They're more comfy anyway.

They're idiots sometimes, but they're your idiots. Your extremely territorial, competitive idiots.

You never did end up telling them who won.

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Oh god it's so fucking long, im sorry 😭

Fake texts au- pt.12 bffs with the rookies+ Monaco for one, please!

Literally love the way anyone older than them has to be the babysitter 😭😭😭

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The week you spent with Oscar and Logan was perfect in every way possible. You woke up with perhaps the worst backache you'd ever had, almost unable to breathe because Logan had shited his entire weight on you... well, that part wasn't perfect but the dinner you had afterwards made up for every ache and pain.

Oscar's mum made every favourite dish of yours and Logans, leaving a very jealous Oscar but at the end of the day, the three of you fell into the same routine you did as kids.

Sleeping late, Waking up even later and eating junk till you couldn't eat anymore (much to the dismay of their trainers) the only different thing is that all three of you couldn't bunk on the same bed. So you took turns, as suggested by Oscar's mother because your first idea was to fight for a spot on the bed.

But sadly, the week had ended and you had to leave, you hugged Logan and Oscar goodbye and made your way to Monaco, where you'd spend the rest of the summer vacation with Arthur.

He'd invited you not wanting to be alone while his brothers had their girlfriends and the last time he'd invited one of his friends from Prema, his mom had pulled him aside and given him the 'you know you can tell me anything, right, son?' he'd simply told her that he was just a friend, and anyways she should have been having the conversation with Charles anyway, with whatever he had going with Max, or with Carlos or Pierre.

You were a little nervous to go, never having been around his family before. You'd met Charles before and had become pretty good friends with him and Max but his mom? His Eldest brother? That was a whole other story.

He picked you up at the airport, drove you to the house, you offered to uber as you weren't allowed to drive in Monaco anymore (its a long story) when you walked in you hadn't realised everyone would be over and were currently on Arthur's back trying to get your phone back for the boy, which he had stolen when he saw the picture of you and Logan, oscar had sent you.

You looked around the room to find Charles, his girlfriend, his eldest brother, and their mother, staring at the two of you with wide eyes.

You jumped off your friends' back, snatching your phone in the process, "Um, hi, I'm Y/n, nice to meet you all!" You smiled hugging Charles and shaking hands with everyone else, trying to ignore your entrance.

"I'll go get the bags, yeah," he muttered as he left, his eldest brother following him.

"Maman, C'est une amie d'Arthur, celle dont je t'ai parlé," (Mom, She's one of Arthur's friends, the one I told you about), Charles said something to his mother in French, you tried to decipher with whatever Arthur had taught you over the years but they spoke too fast.

"Celui qui l'a emmené faire la fête?" (The one who took him to party?) She replied, her voice displaying disappointment, making the girl awkwardly standing next to the door frown at Charles for translation.

"Maman..." Charles began but his mother shushed him, making him look down.

Suddenly, the older woman's face and body language changed, doing a total 180, "Y/n, I've heard a lot about you, from Arthur and Charles!" She said with a smile, making the girl slightly jump in surprise, "Come on, sit, the boys will get your bags," she invited the youngest woman to sit and nodded at Charles to help get the bags, he wanted to protest but was nudged in the ribs by Alexandra, making him walk out in betrayal.

"Uh, hi guys," she said awkwardly feeling a little out of place. She felt like she was in front of a jury assessing her every move to give her life in prison and by the look on the mother's face, they were leaning in favour of the death penalty.

"Hi, Y/n," Alexandra began, quickly leaning forward as soon as her boyfriend left the house, " I've seen you around the paddock before, but mostly in Mclaren and Williams," She began, "I thought you were dating Oscar, right? Or Logan?" She asked making the girl cringe, she couldn't imagine dating one of her friends.

"Um, no, we're just friends, all four of us," she explained, this is so weird.

"And what about the hyper little British one?" Pascale asked making you laugh,

"Lando? I'm going to save his name like that from now on!" You smiled, "No, no, not at all, I think he's a little too invested in Carlos to even think about dating," you joked hoping to change the conversation, Alexandra smiled but Pascale remained unchanged.

"I've noticed, he's a sweet boy," she nodded, "Are you dating my son?" She asked, not sugarcoating anymore, making you choke on your spit, Alexandra quickly rushed to your side, patting your back.

"Thank you," you took the glass of water she offered, "I'm not dating Arthur!" You yelled as soon as you finished drinking the water, making his mother look at you suspiciously at first then nod.

"Thank you for being truthful Y/n," She began, "My kids are everything to me and they only have me to protect them. Lorenzo and Charles are old enough to understand just how cruel life can be, but Arthur's still naive," she explained slowly. It seemed like Alex had heard the same lecture too.

"Maman! Tell Charlie to stop kicking me!" Arthurs's voice rang as the trio stepped inside, proving her point.

"Maman, please, both of them won't shut up!" Lorenzo complained at his brother's antics, in true older sibling fashion.

"Only because you are stupid," Both Arthur and Charles replied at the same time making the eldest groan and place your bag down, to swat the others. Charles had your duffle and Arthur held your haversack, currently using it as a weapon to hit his brothers.

"Boys!" Their mother called out, making them all stop and pick up your bags, and carry them to some room in the house. Alexandra smiled at their antics and Pascale just shook her head.

"Sweetheart, come on, let's have some dinner, I'm sure the flight has you hungry and tired," She practically dragged you to the dinner table. You sat next to Arthur, Alex and Charles in front of you and Lorenzo and Pascle and either head of the table.

After the strange test of sorts, everything was normal, you joked along with the others, and the brothers often fought making you and Alex look at each other and laugh. You were getting along with her the most, being quite close in age and humour. However, as the night continued the jet lag became more and more of a problem.

Arthur was the first to notice your head falling as you sat, "Maman, We are going to turn in," you both began to get up but Lorenzo spoke up, making you stop.

" Où penses-tu aller?" (Where do you think you're going?) The older man asked.

"Ma chambre ?" (My room?) Arthur answered.

"Non, elle couche avec Alexandra, tu restes avec Charlie," (No, she's sleeping with Alexandra, you're staying with Charlie) He replied making both brothers angry.

They started talking over each other, yelling and shouting, you definitely made out more than one curse word. You looked over at Alex silently asking if she knew what was happening, but she just shrugged.

"You're so annoying, Lorenzo, Je jure devant Dieu que j'aurai une chambre d'hôtel !" (I swear to God I will get a hotel room!) He screamed making everyone quiet down.

"Don't yell at me, it was maman's idea," he looked at his brothers a little guiltily, making everyone look towards the eldest woman on the table.

"It's okay, Charlie, reste avec ta petite amie, Arthur soit avec ton ami." (Charlie, stay with your girlfriend, Arthur be with your friend.) Everyone seemed to be okay with the decision, though you didn't know what the decision was.

Arthur patted your shoulder, making you get up and follow him to his room. As soon as you walked in you kicked your shoes off, falling face-first on the soft king-sized bed. He followed suit, dropping himself on the opposite end of the bed, and turning his head to face you.

"I don't think your brother and mum like me very much, Princie," You spoke in a soft voice, too tired to even sit up.

"Nah, they are just over-protective," he answered, his voice nothing but a whisper.

Slowly your eyes drifted shut, letting yourself succumb to sleep.

"Bonne nuit, chérie."

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Started: 2020-07-31

Updated: 2024-06-07

Top Gun Maverick Fics

As You Wish (a Jake Seresin x Reader Parent Trap AU

When arriving at Camp Silver Star, Abby Floyd was anticipating a summer of adventure with an ocean separating her from the three people she loved most: her mom, her Uncle Bob and her Aunt Natasha. But after a run in with Charlie Seresin, an extremely familiar looking and irritating camper in a different cabin, her summer plans take a turn that neither girl ever could have expected.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Epilogue

Lees verder

Kisses for Breakfast - Jack Grealish × Reader

This is inspired by what Jack said in the Grealish vs 30 kids video on Man City's YouTube page. He said he screamed when his girlfriend scares him every morning. So I decided to use that for this story :) I even found the gif to the video :D The story is also available on Ao3.

It was 7am and surprise surprise Jack is asleep.

Every morning Y\N was always the first up. She didn't like the mornings but she had to get up for work. If she came in late her boss will give her Hell. Not just her boss from what she heard about Pep Guardiola if Jack is late even a minute late he will be in trouble big trouble. His manager was strict when it came to punctuality.

When the alarm went off in the morning Jack responded with a grunt and rolled over to the other side. The noise didn't even faze him. Y\N would turn off the alarm and get out of bed. She wouldn't wake Jack straight away. There was something about him when he sleeps that really warms Y\N's heart. Strands of hair fell over his eyes, his face gave of a soft golden glow due to the sun shining from the window and his lips are slightly parted. He looked so young and innocent part of Y\N didn't want to wake him but the other part of her knew she had to.

Waking Jack Grealish involved three stages. First one is to call his name.

"Jack, it's time to get up."

There was no response.

Stage two is to shake him awake.

"Jack?"

She gently shakes his shoulder.

There was still no response.

Stage three is the one Y\N has to do every morning. She has to scare him.

Y\N takes several steps back. She takes in a deep breath and sighs heavily.

She then screams his name.

"JACK!"

He jumps and let's out a high pitched scream.

His reaction made her laugh every time.

"Y\N!"

His head whips round towards her. His eyes are wide as saucers. He froze when he saw her laughing at him. After a minute the fog from his brain clears and realisation dawns on him.

"For fuck sake Y\N!" He glared at her. "I swear one of these days you are going to give me a fucking heart attack!"

"And good morning to you too." She gives him a quick peck on the cheek and smiles at him. His face softens at that. He couldn't stay mad at her not when she is looking at him like that. "I'm sorry Jack but I'm going to have to keep scaring you until you learn to wake up yourself."

"I didn't hear the alarm." Jack frowns. "You didn't set it?"

"I did."

"You sure?" He raises an amused eyebrow. "Do you keep it off so you can keep up this little routine every morning?"

"Well I must admit." She gives him a smirk. "It is hilarious you scream like a girl."

"Nah."

"Yes."

He shakes his head.

"Nah."

"You do!" She laughed. "But hey there's nothing to be ashamed of we all get scared."

"Well not everyone's girlfriend scares the living daylights out of them every morning."

"While I would love to stay and chat." She points to the clock. "I need to get ready you need to get ready today is Wednesday, work day."

He groans causing her to chuckle. She hated the morning but she wasn't as bad as him Jack despised the mornings.

"You going in the shower?" He asks.

"I am." She nodded.

"Room for one more?"

He stands up and wraps his arms around her waist. He buries his head into her neck and places a series of kisses down her neck.

She leans into his touch and a sigh escapes her lips.

"Fine. "

Moments later the couple strip off and they both step into the shower. Jack switches on the shower and they both drop their heads back and let the warm water hit their faces.

Jack grabs the shampoo and squirts some into his hands. His girlfriend sighs as he starts to wash the shampoo into her hair. He slowly massages her hair and scalp. She moans and tilts her head back into his chest.

"Is that good?" He asks.

"Yes." She answered.

Y\N then gasps as she felt something go inside her.

"How about now?" He purred into her ear.

He pushes his finger inside her while using his other hand to massage her head.

"Jack..."

He pushes another finger inside of her. He goes in and out, he runs his fingers along her folds and around her clit. His other hand moves to her breast. He cups and massages it.

"Jack!"

He kisses her already wet lips. He leaves a trail of kisses down her neck and collarbone. He continues to tease her down there. He hits her in all the sensitive spots making her shake and moan.

Then Jack backs her into the wall. He looks at her. His eyes are dark and full of lust. She cups his cheek and pulls him in for a kiss. She kisses him hungrily. Her tongue rolls in with his. They both pull away to take a deep breath. His wet hair is stuck against his hair, his abs and muscles are dripping with water, the steam from the shower formed around him making him look beautiful and hot.

Not wanting to wait any longer Y\N reaches out and runs her fingers along his length. She looks at him her eyes begging him to go inside her. He moves forward. She raises her leg slightly to give him better access.

She gasps as he goes inside her. She feels his wet, hard dick slide easily between her folds. He plants his hands firmly on the wall and immediately begins rocking her. She grasps on to his hair and buries her head into the crook of his neck as he continued to ride her. She bites down on his neck to stop herself from screaming. He wasn't having any of it.

"I want to hear you scream my name." He said his voice husky. His accent more strong than usual.

He increases his pace. She held on to his waist to ensure she wouldn't fall over. She clenched her thighs around him the need to release started to overwhelm her.

"Say my name."

His voice echoed off the shower walls. He sounded so far yet so close at the same time. With the steam and smoke it made his voice sound so haunting yet so beautiful.

It made her fall apart. She was at his complete mercy.

"Y/N."

"JACK!" She cried she screamed his name.

It was music to Jack's ears.

" Jack...I can't...I need to... "

He understood what she meant he was close as well. They both reached their climax and let out a cry as it all came spilling out. Their cum mixed together as it went down the drain.

Jack switches off the shower and opens the glass door. The steam pours out. Y\N quickly opens the windows to let the steam out. Last thing they need is the fire alarm going off. Jack tosses a towel to her and wraps a towel around himself. She does her own towel while using a smaller towel to dry her hair. He watched her as she dried herself. He will never get tired of that sight.

"Well." She smiles at him. "I guess we're even now."

He smirks at her.

"We should make this a regular thing."

"Hmm I don't know."

He wraps his arms around her waist. She grips her towel to make sure it doesn't drop.

"Kisses for breakfast." He grins. "I like it."

"You do know that's a song?"

"The lyrics speak the truth. Love me, touch me, keep me wantin'. It certainly is a wake up call."

"I'll consider it." She teased him. "Now how about some actual breakfast."

"Only if you are cooking."

"Obviously! You think I would trust you in the kitchen?" She laughs and shakes her head. "Hell no."

He laughs as he follows her out of the bathroom.

"By the way you still scream like a girl."

"Oi!"

The End

Believe - Jack Grealish x Reader

This is inspired by the England vs Hungary game at Wembley.

After 90 minutes the game ended in a draw.

Y/N can feel the frustration from the audience. That frustration was soon followed by disappointment. Y/N was upset but she wasn't upset about the game she was upset about something else.

She was upset about Jack.

Her heart broke when she saw his reaction after he got subbed off. His face was a mixture of confusion and anger. As the game went on Jack looked down Y/N can see he was devastated it only made her want to reach out and comfort him. She knew she couldn't do that now not with all the cameras on them.

As soon as the game finished Y/N quickly moved through the crowd and went out the back. She leans on the wall and waits for her boyfriend. A while later there was still no sign of him.

That's odd.

Moments later Chilwell steps out. His expressions is grim.

"Hey Ben."

He turns and a smile immediately forms on his face.

"Hey Y/N."

"Do you know where Jack is?"

"He's just packing up he will be out soon." He answered.

"Ben." She gives him a worried look. "Is Jack okay?"

Ben shuffles from side to side. He hesitated feeling unsure on how to respond.

"Ben?"

He lifts his head and sighs heavily.

"I don't know." He admits. "I mean he's pissed but..."

"But?"

"He's been acting a little off recently."

"What do you mean?"

"He's been pushing too hard, rarely has a break. He is always on his phone as well."

"That's nothing unusual he is always on his phone you can't get the bloody thing off him."

"Yeah I know but..." He again sighs. "I think you need to talk to him."

Many thoughts begin to swirl around Y/N's head.

What is Ben talking about?

What is wrong with Jack?

Is he okay?

Has someone upset him? Who's upset him? Is he upset with me?

Her thoughts are cut off when she sees Jack stepping out of the room. His eyes meet hers. His frown turns into smile.

"Hey." He walks over in his usual confident swagger and wraps his arm around her. He seemed to sense the tension in the air. "Hey is everything okay? Did I miss something important?"

"No." Ben was the first to answer. "We're good." He smiles. "I'll see you soon mate."

He claps his friend on the shoulder before walking off. Jack turns his attention back to his girlfriend.

"What was all that about?" He asks.

"Nothing." She rests her hand on his chest. "Jack."

"Hmm?"

"Are you okay?"

"I'm pissed about the draw but..." He shrugs. "Can't do nothing about it all we can do is move on and try again."

"You were subbed off."

"I was. That's the Gaffer's decision I will always respect his decision he knows what he is doing if me coming off benefits the game then..."

He again shrugs. Y\N wasn't convinced. She saw his face when he was on the bench being subbed off clearly bothered him of course Jack being Jack he is going to act like it wasn't a big deal.

"Shall we get out of here?" Jack says.

She sighs at that. Seems she will have to drop the subject for now.

"Uh yeah let's go."

They both go outside to the car. Jack slides into the passenger seat while his girlfriend goes behind the wheel. The drive home was quiet. Ben's words kept replaying over and over in Y/N's head.

Now thinking about it Jack has been a little bit off these last few weeks Y/N thought he was just mentally drained after playing three massive games. She also thought he was frustrated due to the bad games he had recently. She did ask him if he was okay and he said he was fine. She assured him that he can always talk to her she will be there to listen to him but in typical Jack fashion he tries to change the subject or tries to cover it up with humour. In the end Y/N decided not to push him she will wait for him to open up. He can talk when he is ready to talk.

Things got better when Jack scored his first goal for England. His face lit up when he spoke about his goal through the webcam he was so proud of himself just when things were finally looking up tonight's game happens and the familiar feelings of frustration and anger were back.

Y/N grips the steering wheel. She scowls at herself for not seeing the signs sooner. It was obvious now that the recent games have taken a massive toll on Jack. Bottling up his emotions was clearly not helping either. What was going to happen if he had another bad game or got subbed off? After seeing his reaction tonight Y/N feared the next time he might finally snap. She didn't want to imagine how that would go down.

Without realising it she places her hand on his while keeping her eyes on the road. He looks round at her then down at their hands. He didn't comment on it instead he leans back and blows out a sigh.

His hand remains on hers.

...........

"Are you hungry? You want me to make you something to eat?"

Y/N pokes her head round the door.

"Jack?"

Jack looks up from his phone.

"Sorry what was that?"

Her eyes went on the phone. She wasn't wrong when she said Jack is always on the phone but since Ben's comment she's now worried on what exactly Jack is seeing on his phone. He doesn't look happy whenever he is on his phone now.

She noticed Jack was waiting for a response. She clears her throat and says.

"I said do you want me to make you something to eat?"

"Oh no." He smiles and shakes his head. "I'm okay?"

She walks over to him and leans down and kisses his lips. He responds and gives her a curious look.

"What was that for?"

"Am I not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?" She purred at him.

He chuckled at that. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jack has put his phone face down on the bed. Pretending not to notice she lies down on his chest and runs her fingers through his hair.

"So you got the day off tomorrow?"

"I have."

"And we got the whole day to ourselves."

"We have." He grinned.

"I was thinking..." She smirks. "We could have...some fun I have a few activities in mind."

She kisses him again. Jack turns away. His smile looked more forced this time.

"I was planning on hitting the gym."

"On your day off?"

"Why not?"

"You been on the go all week." She shakes her head. "You been training every day. You need a break."

"I'm fine."

"You might be fine now eventually you are going to hurt yourself."

"So now you are a doctor." He snapped. Realising what he said Jack sighs and holds his girlfriend's hand. "I'm sorry." He apologised. "It's just..."

His voice trails off he couldn't get the words out.

"Jack." Y/N cups his cheek with her hand. "Are you sure you're okay?"

He hesitated. Y/N felt his body become tense under her touch she can see his walls are starting to slowly crumble he couldn't hold the pain and anguish in any longer. Whatever is bothering him he needed to let it out now.

"Jack." She said softly.

He closes his eyes and leans back on the pillow.

"I can't lie to you." He opens one eye to look at her. "I can never lie to you. I'm..." He shakes his head. Y/N squeezes his hand and encourages him to continue. Jack clears his throat. "I need to do better."

"What do you mean?"

"I need to be a better player." He answered.

"What makes you think that?"

"PSG, Liverpool...I messed up."

"No."

"Yes. You saw what happened both games I was subbed off."

"It could be a tactical decision."

"No. I was subbed off because I wasn't good enough."

"That's not true. You give it you all in every game. You are one of the best players out there."

"You are only saying that because you are my girlfriend."

"I mean it." She brushes her thumb over his hand. "And hey." She smiles at him. "Everyone has a bad game. "

"I been having a lot of bad games recently."

"You scored against Andorra you're first England goal."

"Andorra...I scored against Andorra." He snorted at that. " I can't believe I actually celebrated that. "

"It doesn't matter what team it is, you scored, you had a goal that's all that matters."

"I was so stupid. " He shakes his head. "Tonight proved that."

"When he subbed you off. I knew it. I knew that bothered you."

"When I scored I thought I was one of the best players. Southgate opened my eyes and showed me what I really am. I'm a liability."

"Are you actually hearing yourself right now? Jack you're not a liability."

"Not everyone agrees with you."

"What the Hell does that mean?" His eyes went to his phone. "Jack? What have you been looking at?"

Knowing he couldn't hide it from her any longer Jack picks up his phone.

"Here." He swipes the screen and passes it to her. "Knock yourself out."

She takes the phone and looks at the screen.

On the screen there was lots of posts about Jack. All the posts were people saying horrible things about him.

Get out of my club.

Worst player on the pitch

100 Million down the drain.

Overrated

Useless player

He is exactly where he belongs on the bench.

The more Y/N read the worse it got. Twitter, Facebook, Instagram every page was filled with hateful and spiteful comments. Y/N couldn't read anymore. Her blood is boiling, she is furious. She wanted to give all these bastards a piece of her mind. She wanted them to know that Jack is an amazing and gifted player and that he is a wonderful man and a perfect boyfriend.

"Y/N?"

She snaps out of her enraged thoughts and looks at her boyfriend. Jack is next to her with his hand on her shoulder. Suddenly her vision became blurry. Tears begin to fill her eyes.

"Y/N?" Jack quickly grabs the phone out of her hand. "Hey it's okay." He wraps his arms around her. "I'm here."

"This is wrong." She sobbed into his chest.

"What do you mean?"

"I should be the one comforting you." She raises her head. Her eyes shine with tears. "Jack I know people online can be assholes but...I didn't know it was that bad."

"They might be a bunch of pricks but that doesn't mean their wrong. City paid all that money and...I have failed them. Pep had faith in me and look how I repaid him? I have been an embarrassment I'm...I'm probably the worst player he has ever had. Honestly I'm dreading on going back I fear he may drop me and I'll spend the rest of my days on the bench..." He glances at the screen and sighs. "Maybe they are right...maybe I do belong on the bench."

"Stop right there." Y/N pulls herself out of his arms and glares at him. "Their wrong...you're wrong. You have been amazing at City you scored your first City goal you scored your first Champions League goal. Yes you had a few bad games but that doesn't mean you are a bad player we knew the transfer would be tough it takes a while to settle into a new club those games instead of beating yourself up over it you should learn from it and think how you could improve next time. When I say improve I don't mean killing yourself in the process. You really think doing longer running sessions in the morning and spending more time in the gym will help you?"

When he didn't reply Y/N holds his hand and looks at him in the eye.

"You need to believe in yourself at the moment you are giving those morons exactly what they want. They want to knock you down they want you to feel like this its up to you to stand up and show them what you can do. In your next game, give them one Hell of a performance prove to them. Pep, Southgate everyone that you deserve a place in their team. Once you start doing that things will get better you will become an important player at City and England. All you got to do is give it time you need to be patient. I promise you people will eventually see your talent and they will know that you are worth every single penny. I believe in you and I always will."

He leans forward and presses his forehead against hers.

"Why are you always right?" He says.

She responds with a grin.

"So you admit I am right."

"Maybe."

His eyes lower on to her lips. She places her hand on his cheek.

"Let me show you how much you mean to me." She says.

Before he could respond Y\N gently pushes him down on to the bed. His eyes go wide as she climbs on top of him.

"Y\N?"

She silences him with a kiss.

"Let me show you."

After everything that's happened Y/N was determined to give him the best night ever. To do that she is going to give him exactly what he deserves. She will worship him every single part of him his mind, body and soul she will love it all.

Y/N grabs his shirt and tugs it upwards. Jack helps her pull it off and throws it on the side. She then moves to his shorts and slips them over his legs. She brushes her fingers against his thigh and grins when she felt him tense up underneath her.

Her hands go on the hem of his boxers. She goes in and runs her fingers along his manhood. Jack groans. That noise was music to Y/N's ears. She starts stroking his length wanting to get him nice and hard. Once she noticed his dick pressed against the fabric Y\N finally decided to remove his boxers.

His erection sprung out.

She grasps his dick in her hands. He cries out when she draws him into her mouth. She sucks, licks and teases him. His hips thrusted uncontrollably, making her take more of him into her warm mouth.

"Y\N!"

Hearing her name roll off his tongue sent a wave of excitement through her.

She takes his dick out of her mouth and licks her lips clean. She then makes her way up his body. She kisses every part of his body and runs her hands over his abs and thighs. When she reached his mouth she stopped. Y\N felt him squirm she knew he was desperate for a release. Y\N wasn't going to let him cum yet this is the only the beginning.

"Jack." She brings his hands to her chest and gives him a smirk. "I know you want to."

Within a second Jack sits up and pulls the shirt over her head. He brings her forward and slams his lips against hers. He pours all the love and emotion into the kiss. Moments later the couple pull away from each other to catch their breath. Jack's eyes darken with lust. That look immediately turned Y\N on she already felt herself becoming wet down there.

"That needs to go."

His eyes go on her bra. Y\N raises her arms and gives him a cheeky grin.

"You can do the honours."

Jack removes her bra then he lowers her on to the bed.

"So beautiful." He says as he took in the sight of her body. "I'm the luckiest man in the world."

"And I'm the luckiest woman in the world. " She beamed at him.

His eyes roam her body. He shakes his head.

"I swear I don't deserve you."

He gasps when she grabs on to his buttocks.

"Jack." She said her voice low. "Knock it out you are perfect and I love you remember that now less talking and more fucking. "

He chuckled at that. He leans towards her ear and says.

"And I love you."

His deep husky voice sent a shiver down her spine.

Jack leaves a trail of kisses along her collar-bone and bites down on her already sensitive nipples. Y\N cries out. He grins and starts to make his way down her body. He pulls her jeans off and tosses them to the side. His grin widens when he saw how wet her knickers are.

"Already soaking wet." He shakes his head. "You just can't help yourself."

"Please Jack." She begged.

He knew what she wanted. She wanted him inside of her. It's amusing how quickly she falls apart every time they have sex. Jack will never get bored of seeing her face like that.

Jack pulls the knickers over her thighs and calves. He runs his tongue along her wet folds. Then he pushes his tongue inside her.

"FUCK JACK...AH...AHHHH! "

Her hips move against his face as he continued to suck and lick her. He then sticks one finger inside her. Y\N wraps her legs around him tight and let's out another cry as he shoves another finger inside her. He pumps her harshly and enjoys the sweet sounds that came from her lips.

Eventually he removes his fingers and licks them clean. He then positions himself above her. Y\N gasps as she felt him going inside her. He pounds into her and sends over the edge. Y\N grabs on to his hair with one hand while her other hand left long scratch marks down his back. Her legs clench round him. The need to release started to build up inside her.

The couple rode it out until they both hit their climax. Both let out a strangled cry as they finally let it all out. Jack slides his dick out and takes a deep shaky breath. Y\N collapses on to the pillows. After taking several deep breaths Y\N blinks out of her blissful state and turns her head round. Jack lies down next to her. His warm body is pressed against hers. He takes her hand and kisses it. He then looks at her.

"Thank you." He says. "This...This really helped me."

Y\N looks at him. He is right it did help him he looked so much lighter now all the pent-up emotions he has built up in the last few weeks has all been released. It is the first time in a while Y\N has seen a genuine smile from him. God did she miss that smile.

"About tomorrow." He raises an amused brow. "Are those activities still available? "

She lies on his chest. She looks up at him and grins.

"Of course."

"Well then I suggest we get some rest last thing I need is you falling asleep while I'm in the middle of fucking you. "

"Hey!"

She slaps him on the chest. The smile remained on her face.

"Jack?"

"Hmm?"

"Promise me you will take my advice?"

He nods.

"I promise."

"You will start to believe in yourself?"

"Y\N." He holds both of her hands. "I believe in both of us."

She smiles and kisses him.

"Same Jack." She says. "Same."

The End

twinning!

summary: pregnancy was smooth sailing for you— until the second semester where you couldn't stand mick's presence.

pairings: mick schumacher x beautyqueen!leclerc reader

just a random pregnant thot 😩😩😩 BUT THEN IT GOT AWAY FROM ME

"i'm sorry honey, can you—" you sigh exasperatedly, glancing at mick with an irritated glare. his irregular breathing was ticking you off so bad, your head felt like it was throbbing.

mick wore a caught expression, and his cup froze mid air, looking at you as if you'd kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. you gave him a blank look in return, and he'd left the seat beside you, wordlessly, going to the other room with a melancholy gait.

mick was used to it. he could hardly even sleep beside you, as you'd refused to see him. or his belongings... or his reflection.

others had morning sickness and weird cravings. you, hated mick.

his belongings and his person had been banished into the guesthouse for a week now.

this — letting him sit beside you, and touching him — was a lapse in your odd pregnancy behavior. but what were you to do? he looked at you pathetically. and your resolve softened.

"sorry," you exhaled with an upset expression. corinna merely waves her hand with a laugh.

"hard to see him, no? i know i couldn't stand to see michael when i was pregnant."

"oh gosh, yes." you groan in relief that you'd found someone with a likened peeve, "i can't even smell him." your senses would pick up where he'd sat a couple of hours prior, and you couldn't stand him in the confines of the bedroom so you'd... kind of... wronged him.

"i had michael change his perfume to a woman's, so i could stomach his presence."

you widen your eyes, intrigued. "should i make him wear my perfume?"

"you could try. mick's adaptable." corinna shrugs carelessly. she didn't think mick couldn't even stand a little bit of hardship when you were carrying his babies. otherwise, she'd raise him all wrong.

"i already feel bad enough for him." you confided, "i mean... i made him cook plain porridge, and watched him eat it." you say with an embarassed cringe, making corinna laugh hysterically.

"do you atleast have a picture?" she wipes her tears, chuckling. she and michael would have a giggle at mick's expense, and they'd probably tell the tale to his kids.

"no, sorry." you utter sheepishly. "i was busy crying." and you were a bundle of hormones with your mood fluctuations. you'd wanted to sit down and sob one moment, while laugh like a mad woman at something remotely amusing next. you'd sent mick all the funny tiktoks that had you bent over in laughter to make him feel included. on the other side of the property, ofcourse.

"i'm sorry dear," corinna touches your hands. "this must be tough and new for you, but trust that things will get worse before it gets better."

"that does nothing but scare me." you flick her hands away, making her laugh.

"hey. remember when mick broke max's tooth, and he headbutted mick's nose in return?"

"yeah...?" you trail off with confusion.

"you held both their hands in the infirmary while they bleed pints of blood, basically?" you nod, "this is just another broken nose, and there's much more stitches and bloody injuries to come."

"do you want me to call max or..." you ask tentatively, giggling when corinna rolls her eyes playfully.

"come on, darling. i'm saying mick is tough and so are you. you can get through anything together." she assures you, "and it's obviously his fault."

mick sneezes in the kitchen, oblivious that someone, his mother, was talking bad about him on his back.

"how?" you lean in.

"this is only happening because of him."

"well there was two of us that made it work." you interject with a joke.

"very mature." corinna taps you with the back of her fingers, while you giggle childishly. "i meant, you're irritated at him because, the baby's gonna be his exact moniker."

"that's not true," you reel back. "i hope it isn't, because i'm gonna be carrying this baby for nine months. it needs to be half me!"

corinna nods pitifully, "happened with michael and mick. sorry, darling. how about you try again next time?"

"mick schumacher!" you yell. "you and your freaky genes..." then you started screaming in incoherent french and german.

corinna's amused behind her teacup.

FBI

Characters: Kelly Severide x Reader, half of firehouse 51

Warnings: Brief mentions of a crime idk.

Summary: This wasn't exactly what they were thinking when an fbi agent strolled into their firehouse.

A/N: I had such a nice plan for this little beauty but then I messed up and then I remembered I had homework due tomorrow that I haven't done so please enjoy this ugly piece of writing. Kinda don't want to publish this but I need to feed you lot before I get swamped in holiday homework.

"Hey, I'm looking for a Kelly Severide."

You said, asking the first person you found. It was your first time in the firehouse and this definitely wasn't how you planned it to be but you could make this work.

"Lieutenant Kelly Severide?" The woman rose her brow, her voice coming across as soft as she looked. You couldn't deny she was pretty and taking into account her blonde hair and the word paramedic on her uniform caused your brows to rise ever so slightly.

"Oh! You must be Sylvie Brett." You smiled, holding out your hand for the paramedic to shake which she did with much confusion and slight fear. "Agent Y/N Y/L/N."

"You work for the fbi." She stated, fidgeting with her fingers once your hands were released. It was clear she was shocked and you could understand why; your gun in its holster, your shiny golden badge and the bold yellow letters printed on the back of your government issued jacket.

"Yes I do." You replied with a tight lipped smile, annoyed that your job was the first impression everyone at the firehouse would be getting from you; these men and women were family to Kelly and greeting them for the first time ever in your uniform wasn't what you wanted.

Before Sylvie could fully shake off her shock, someone butted into the conversation, having spotted and recognising you.

"Y/N, you're back." Matt smiled, his arms wide inviting your for a hug which you immediately accepted. The captain was the one person in Kelly's life that knew of your existence since there was no hiding you from his roomate, especially since your stay became more permanent.

The hug was what caught everyone's attention. Sylvie talking to someone was normal but Matt hugging a stranger wasn't, hence all the heads turning and when all their eyes widened, you weren't surprised.

"Feds." Two men whispered in sync upon laying eyes on you, the others stood out of their seats and came around to you in the middle of the common room.

"What do the feds want with us now?" One man asked, crossing his arms with an attitude that you could smell from a mile away. Maybe it was his accent or it could've been his snarky tone which got him a quick reprimand from the captain but you knew his name.

"Christopher Herrmann, right?" You pointed at him, your smile brightening when he did a double take at the name you guessed correct.

"It's probably creepy that I know all your names and I really wished that we could've met under better circumstances but I will explain everything." You said, sheepishly smiling at the very confused group of firefighters.

"Y/N! What are you doing here?" Kelly noticed you from afar, it was hard not to recognise the three yellow letter the second he turned the corner.

Within seconds, Kelly enveloped you into his arms and despite the reputation that you wanted to maintain, you folded and accepted the hug, wrapping your arms around his waist, contently inhaling the comforting scent that always followed your boyfriend.

"Okay I'm sorry but who are you?"

"Agent Y/N Y/L/N." You replied automatically, not even thinking about leaving out the agent. Biting the inside of your lip, you internally cursed at yourself.

"She's my girlfriend." Kelly smirked, his arm happily resting across your shoulders where he could keep you close to him. "Whose actually supposed to be in Texas right about now, what happened?"

"Everything's fine. We apprehended our guy earlier than expected and there might've been a gunfight and there's a small possibility I was in the middle but a graze is nothing." You said with ease since it was your job and you loved everything it entailed but to your crowd, you seemed like a lunatic and a hero combined in one.

"You're kidding." Kelly looked down at you in concern, his heart rate picking up at the mere thought of you getting hurt, even if you brushed it off as a papercut.

Before you could explain further that a graze inflicted zero pain, a man you could name purely based off the aura that surrounded him entered the common room.

"Agent, what can we do for you?" The tallest man came forward and asked, his hands shaking yours before they were on his hips. From his stance and the way his voice was so gentle but commandeering made it easy for you to deduce his position in the firehouse; it also helped that Kelly continuously boasted about the men and women of 51.

"I'm sorry for interrupting your day chief." You firstly apologised, sheepishly smiling at the firefighters who were shocked at Kelly's arm still wrapped around your waist. "I need nothing but a few minutes with lieutenant Severide and I'll be out your hair."

"Don't be silly." Kelly shook his head, looking down at you with a slight frown. "Why don't you stay for lunch, you can't just appear out of nowhere and not eat with us."

"I have so much paperwork I left behind. My boss will have my throat if they're not done." You tried fighting Kelly but he looked at you with such big eyes that you wanted to drown yourself in and a slight pout was making itself known and before you knew it, you were caving in.

"Alright, just a few bites and then I have to go."

It was safe to say, some feds were okay.

Just a fan - Jude Bellingham x reader

Summary: a security guard at one of Jude’s games mistakes you for a fan.

Warnings: slight angst, appearances from Camavinga and Vini Jr hehe

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“May i have a picture please?” You heard a soft voice and a Spanish accent say from behind you as the final minutes of Jude’s game played out.

You turn your head to see a young girl with a Real Madrid shirt on, her phone in her hand with the camera app open and ready.

You smile softly before nodding.

“Would you like me to take it, it might be a better angle?” You ask sweetly, as you turn your body almost all the way round.

“Yes, please” the young fan says as you grab her phone and hold it up so the both of you were in the screen.

You take a few pictures so she can pick which ones she likes best before giving her the phone back.

“Thank you so much, tell Jude I love him!” She says excitedly before her attention is bought back to the game where Jude is running towards where the both of you are sat for a throw in.

Jude looks at you, due to you being close to the pitch, and winks.

The girls around you scream as you smile at him and mouth ‘proud’ towards him.

He smiles before focusing again.

It’s only his second La Liga appearance for Real Madrid yet he’s already excelled, getting two goals and an assist in this second match alone.

You watch proudly in his shirt as you clap in the final minutes of the game, your phone in your hands having taken pictures of fans that you thought Jude would like to see.

A few seconds later, the final whistle blows, cheers from the Madristas echo around the stadium as the other team bows their heads in defeat.

Jude celebrates with some of his new teammates, as the rival fans, and some Madristas begin to flee from the stands.

You stay put as your seats are close to the pitch on the ground, knowing some of the players come round and see the fans.

Once the stadium was almost all clear, Jude came running over to you. A rival players shirt tucked into his shorts as his was nowhere to be seen.

You couldn’t help but scan over his displayed torso, his abs flexing as he ran.

You got up off your seat and moved over to where he’d be able to reach you. As you did, some of the fans began to approach the pitch too, as they did after most matches.

He smiled at you and remained eye contact as he grew closer, the desire to be with each other growing strong.

Just as Jude was about to reach you, you felt strong hands pushing your shoulders back with a harsh shove.

The security guard who had been stood in front of you, watching you take pictures had a stoic look in his face as you began to fall.

Pain struck you as you stumbled back into other fans, who were then also hurt in the process.

You fell into a chair that was used by a photographer during the game.

Your back fell uncomfortably against the back of the chair as you hip crashed against the side.

No doubt your body would be covered in bruises when you wake up tomorrow.

You hear Jude’s shouts almost instantly, his protectiveness making him shove the security guard away.

“What is your problem?” He shouts, almost everyone remaining in the stadium can hear him, during the attention of some of his teammates.

Vini Jr, who had been just behind Jude the whole time, ran over to you, having seen you dropping Jude off at training before.

“Porro, are you okay?” He asks as his hands cup your arms, he rubs them slightly as if to aid your pain as he helps you up to a standing position.

You meet his eyes and his are full of concern as tears start to form in yours.

You nod slightly, mustering up a small smile as you hear Jude still shouting at the security guard.

“She’s just a fan, Bellingham” the older man’s gruff voice says.

“You don’t know anything about me, or us, how do you know she’s ‘just a fan’” he scolds, his accent thick with anger.

You turn back to Vini for a moment before concern grows within you.

“The fans” you say before turning around to see some of the Madristas that were behind you, holding themselves in paid.

Vini looks past you before shouting for his friend.

“Cama! Come” he shouts as he jumps the barrier that was previously between the two of you.

Camavinga follows short having realised the situation.

He stops to look at you just after he’d jumped the barrier.

“You okay?” He asks softly.

“Yeah, I’m fine” you reply and he nods before following Vinicius in aiding the fans that had been hurt in the events, the other security guards half assisting them, half protecting them.

Finally, Jude turned to you.

His eyes were drowned in concern for you as he scanned your body for any visible injuries.

He ran the short distance back over to you and gently took your face in his hands.

He moved your head around to see if you had hit your head before even saying anything to you.

“Jude..” you start before he interrupts you.

“I’m so sorry that happened to you. I-I I don’t even know why or, or how it happened” he frantically gets out as he spins your body around to look.

He turns you to face him once again before gently lifting the material of his shirt up slightly at your hips.

His warm fingers grazing at the skin of your stomach causing goosebumps to raise on your arms.

He smiles due to your reaction, but concern still dominating his face.

He looks down towards your hip to see slight bruising already forming.

“Y/n, this-” he starts.

“It’s okay. Im okay. Can we please just get out of here and go home?” You ask him, your voice hushed as you start to see people with their phones pointed at the two of you.

“Yeah, of course.See you later?.” He says before kissing you on the forehead, cautious of the cameras, and then disappearing down the tunnel.

“I’m sorry” the guard begins to say and you hold up your hand.

“It’s fine. But even if I was a fan, you don’t push them that hard, they are people too” you say before heading out to exit the stadium and driving to Real Madrids training centre, knowing that’s where the team bus will pull into in a few minutes.

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You stay in your car as you wait for him to exit the team bus, scared to face his teammates, feeling slightly embarrassed about what happened.

A knock in the window breaks you out of your shame.

You look up to see Jude, Vini and Camavinga in front of you.

You sigh before unlocking the doors.

“Hello, beautiful” Jude says as he sits in the passenger seat, leaning over to kiss you on the cheek.

“Aw” Vini coos as he stands in the space between the passenger door and the car.

Cama slaps his chest lightly.

“Bro?” He says as Vini rubs his chest.

You and Jude can’t help but let out small laughs at their antics.

“We just wanted to check whether you were okay?” Camavinga says as they look at you with concern.

“Sí, looked bad” Vini says as he leans his hand on Jude’s shoulder.

“I’m okay, it hurts less now” you smile reassuringly at them, tired eyes looking from Jude to the pair stood outside

“Bien, well let us know if there’s anything we can do” Cama says, mainly directed at Jude but also you.

“Will do, mate.” Jude nods as the two turn to walk away.

“Thank you!” You call to them and they turn around and smile at you before walking to their cars.

“Aw, they are nice” you say as Jude turns to you and kisses you.

When you pull away, you smile.

“I wanted to do that all day. I’m so sorry this happened to you, baby.” He says as his thumb brushes over your cheek.

“It’s okay, I just want to go home and eat Icecream.” You say and he laughs while nodding.

“Luckily for you, i bought your favourite ice cream yesterday. Lots of it” he says with a little smirk, proud of himself.

“Really?” You say, your eyes wide and hopeful.

“Yes, but, you have to ice your bruises first” he says, knowing otherwise, you would probably be too scared of the cold to do so.

“Ugh, fine. I hate you” you say to him before rolling your eyes and starting the car up.

“Please, you know you love me” and you can practically hear the smug smirk on his face.

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Hope you liked it!! Thanks for everyone who voted on the poll. The other option will be coming soon!! <3

PDA - Logan Sargeant

Words: 1,127 Summary: Logan and his girlfriend like PDA.

Taglist | Masterlist

Alex watches as Logan, his new teammate, kisses his girlfriend, one of his hands that had been resting on her waist drifting down to her ass, before sliding into the pocket there and giving a squeeze and he can feel himself nearly choke on his drink. “Fuck,” he coughs and he can feel George slam his hand on his back once then twice.

“Alright, mate?” He nods, giving another cough before clearing his throat. “Yeah, just watching the rookie feel up his girlfriend.” He watches as George’s eyebrows furrow as he looks over at Oscar who’s sitting at the next table. “Other rookie.” George looks over at where he had and his eyes widen. “Jesus. They do know that they’re in public and we’re all here right?” He looks back over and face twists. They weren’t kissing anymore, but Logan’s hand was still in her one back pocket and his mouth is practically glued to her ear as he whispers something with a smile that Alex doesn’t think he likes one bit and dread for the rest of the season starts to fill him.

They both look away at the sound of Oscar’s voice. “They know.” “What?” Oscar tilts his head over to where Logan is and now the rest of the drivers that had decided to all go out together are looking at the couple. “They know they’re in public. I’ve known Logan for a couple years now. They’re always like this.” “Always?” Alex is hoping that Oscar is fucking with him, joking with him. “Always. They’ve been together like two years now?” He shrugs, “We all thought at Prema it was just the honeymoon stage.” Alex turns to look at George, horror in his eyes. “I don’t think I can do this.” “It’s just a bit of kissing, mate. You’ll be fine.” George pats him on the shoulder and he can see from the corner of his eye Max silently laughing. “She’s going to be traveling with us. Coming to all the races.” George’s hand drops. “Well, your fucked then.” Alex groans, dropping his head on the table with a loud thunk.

“You know, I think I like the american. He broke Alex.” Max says, chuckling and Alex is grateful when he hears the dutch driver let out an oomf. “Thank you, Charles.” “No problem. Though I do think it’s a bit funny.” Alex groans, letting his head drop back down when he had just started to lift it up.

“Seriously?” Charles shrugs, “I don’t understand why there is a problem. So they don’t uh, hold back in public. It is not like they are fucking. It is just a bit of kissing.” He then looks back at the couple and shrugs again. “And ass grabbing. Could be much worse.” Alex lets out a groan when the rest of the drivers make agreeing sounds.

“What’s wrong with Alex?” Is the next thing that he hears and immediately groans again at the American accent.

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Logan was aware that most people didn’t like seeing him and his girlfriend together. Not because they didn’t like her or him or them together, it was more how they acted. Which Logan was absolutely unashamed about. If he wanted to kiss his girlfriend he was going to. If he wanted her in his lap, she’d be there. It didn’t matter how many fake gags his or her friends made or that time he got told off by Prema’s PR team to lay off because what if the press picked up on it?

The memory nearly made him scoff. Drivers got a bad reputation. If they weren’t knowing for fucking anything that walked, one night stands only, they seemed to be know for cheating on their partners. If not by press and fans than at least by other drivers and the like. Logan still struggled a bit with that part of being a driver. The way you’d see a fellow driver fuck someone and then a day later be bringing their partner around the paddock.

He would’ve figured that they’d be thrilled with a driver so into his girlfriend that he literally couldn’t keep his hands off her. Meant they had one less driver to worry about with a cheating scandal.

“It’s the european.” His girlfriend had said when he told her about it and the response had made him laugh in the moment, but he did wonder if there was some truth to it.

“You alright?” Her breath ghosts over the shell of his ear and he squeezes her hip. “I’m all good, baby.” He grins at her. “Just wondering when Williams is going to give me the talk.” She laughs and he can see Lando look over at them. “Any day probably.” “Probably.” He chuckles. He was surprised that after the first race he hadn’t gotten it. Didn’t mean he didn’t think it was going to happen.

Tilting his head up, he puckers his lips a bit and she immediately kisses him. His grip on her hip tightens when she pokes her tongue out teasingly, wishing that she wasn’t sitting on his lap sideways, but straddling him.

He’s about to move her into straddling him when Lando drops into the seat next to them. So he settles for pressing another kiss to her lips before turning his attention to the slightly older driver.

“You all good, man?” Logan’s grin widens at the way Lando’s nose wrinkles at the word man. Him and the other brits all acted the same way when he said it instead of mate. “Yeah, just thought I’d come over, get to know your girlfriend a bit since apparently she’ll be traveling with us.” His voice goes slightly at the end, clearly wondering if it was true. He nods, “yeah. Finally got her to quit that job of hers,” he starts to tease, laughing when she hits him gently on the chest. Lando looked at the two with wide eyes. “I did not quit my job for you.” She says to him before looking at Lando with a sorry expression. “Ignore, Logan.” He pouts a little at that, but keeps quiet. Not minding her taking over the conversation. He traces her name on her hip as she says it to Lando, before repeating her statement.

“I didn’t quit my job for Logan.” He snorts, but other than that, keeps quiet. “I quit my job so I could go full time with graphic design.” The other driver perks up a bit. “Graphic design, really?” “Yeah, I’ve been doing it for the past like five years.”

He somewhat tunes the two out as they start talking more about graphic design. Only really paying attention to her voice and the cadence of it, as he closes his eyes and relaxes.

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Tagging: @gemofthenight @peachiicherries and also @yellowyoonglescibe & @heesvers who commented on my post when I mentioned wanting to write this.