Chapter 1: Cherry Contact
A/N: If this flops, I’m going to cry😢 In loving memory of @newsourceofnonsense, she's not dead; I just like the memory of her.
Contains: smut, oral, fingering , exhibitionism, plot
TW: tell me if you find any
Chris and Y/N are two walking commitment issues that enter into a mutually assured attachment.
Everyone thinks Y/N is a book hoarder, but she considers herself more of a book collector. She has over 700 books that take up damn near her whole apartment. The collection consists primarily of special and first-edition books. It’s probably worth around $50,000, but she doesn’t care because she plans on keeping them forever. To fund her obsession, she works as a waitress at a restaurant that just opened up called “The Copper Kitchen.” her best friend, Dorset, is a freckle-faced white girl with short brown hair, green eyes, and circle glasses. She also happens to be a bartender at “The Copper Kitchen.” Currently, Y/N is outside of her apartment waiting for Dorset so they can carpool to work. When Dorset pulls up in her shitty car, Y/N is ecstatic because she has big news to share.
“Dot, I’ve done it!” she says as she hops into the passenger seat.
“Wh- what have you done?” She’s very concerned that Y/N has done something crazy. It wouldn’t be the first time. The last time something like this happened, she told Dorset that she got her ex’s name tattooed on her left ass cheek.
“I’ve decided to have sex with men again!”
Dorset is relieved. “OMG! Yes! We can finally fight over men again!” They laugh as she merges back onto the road to begin the short trip to work.
“Yep, I’m meeting a guy at the restaurant after my shift,” Y/N says proudly. She's been off men since her break up three years ago, and this new guy is the first not to give her the ick within the first week of talking. She knows meeting up doesn’t automatically mean sex, but she hasn’t had dick in 3 years and feels that she owes it to herself to fuck this man. It’s not like she’s interested in anything else from him. Romance is strictly off the table for her. She prefers to stick to smutty romance books and shitty Tumblr fanfics of perfectly romanticized versions of men.
“Oh, I can’t wait to hear all about your little hookup.” They part as they head to their respective jobs at the restaurant—time to deal with shitty customers who tip like assholes.
Twenty minutes before the end of her shift, the most obnoxious kids walk in. They’re not actually kids; they're about 20, but Y/N considers anyone under 22 a kid, and these guys seem incredibly immature.
“Hey guys!” Says Nick, holding up the camera. “Welcome to today’s Friday vlog where we will be…”
Matt takes the camera, “trying the food at…”
Chris gets into the shot and yells, “The Copper Kitchen!”
Nick hits Chris in the head “Don’t yell in my fucking ear!”
“Don’t hit me, Dickface!” Chris hits him back while Matt holds the camera and laughs to the side.
The Y/N comes up and loudly asks, “Is this your whole party?” She gives them a disapproving look.
Matt is the first to speak, “Yes, ma’am, it’s just the three of us today.”
“Sorry, ma’am,” said Nick and Chris in unison. Chris is noticeably more embarrassed than Nick is. He’s absolutely mortified to be seen acting like a child in front of such a beautiful woman.
“Thank you. Let me show you to your table.” She picks up three menus before walking them to their seats. Only when they’re all sitting and looking up at her does she realize that the three boys are triplets. “Can I start you off with something to drink?”
She points to Matt. “Root beer, thanks.”
She points to Nick. “Water, if you don’t mind.”
She points to Chris. “What’s the best virgin mixed drink you guys have?”
“I’m not sure, but you can never go wrong with a Shirley Temple. Do you want me to go ask the bartender?” She would love to tell Dorset about the sexy triplets that just stumbled in.
“Nope, we’re all good. I’ll take a Shirley Temple and a Pepsi.”
“Great. I’ll be back in a few with your drinks.”
Y/N practically runs to Dorset. Chris can’t help but watch her ass as she walks to the bar to order his drink. When she returns a few minutes later, she hands Chris his drinks last.
“Thank you for the Pepsi, but this…” he lifts the mixed drink and hands it to her. “is for you, miss…” he pauses to look at her name tag. “Y/N. It’s an apology for making a scene in your restaurant.” Nick and Matt are in shock over how forward he’s being. Chris has never really flirted in front of them before. It’s kind of weird, but they can see why he has so many girls in and out of his room.
“Well, thank you…”
“Chris.” he interrupts. “Please, call me Chris.” he gives Y/N a charming smile.
“Thank you very much, Chris. However, my shift is over, and Michelle will serve you for the rest of the night.”
“I’m sorry to see you go, miss Y/N, but I hope you have a good day.”
“Will do, Chris,” says Y/N before she walks away to sit across the room at the bar. She talks to Dorset about her date tonight while she waits for him. His name is Theo. He’s blonde with deep brown eyes, and from what Y/N can tell from sexting, he’s so fucking good at dirty talk. Unfortunately, he is 30 minutes late to meet her.
Chris has been relatively quiet for today’s video. He’s been distracted watching Y/N enjoy his drink and seeing her smile and laugh with her friend. She looks somewhat distressed now, and Chris can't help but think he’s found his opening. He makes the boys wrap up the video and leaves to get Y/N’s number.
He turns on his charm and sits on the stool next to her. “What’s got you so worried, miss Y/N.”
“Pretty sure I’m being stood up. I’m also pretty sure people under 21 can’t sit at the bar.”
“Who says I’m not 21? Maybe I’m here to buy you another drink.”
Y/N cocks her eyebrow as she calls her friend over. “Order me something then.”
Chris tries to think his way out of this. “Listen, you guys are friends, right? She’s just been stood up, and a handsome young man would like to buy your friend a drink. I’m sure if you just forget to card me this one time and let me buy her a Shirley Temple with vodka and extra cherries, it would make her night ten times better.”
“My hands are tied, Y/N. You’re my weakness.” she looks to Chris. “Dirty Shirley coming right up.”
“You’re fuckin’ smooth, aren’t you?” asks Y/N.
Much more confident than he was moments before Chris responds, “Yes, ma’am, I am. Now tell me all about the bad man who hurt you.”
“I’m not really hurt,” she replies, but Chris can tell she’s hiding something.
“No?” he questions.
Dorset comes with her drink, and Y/N takes a nervous sip. “Can I be honest with you?”
“Of course you can, Miss Y/N.”
“I’m not hurt. I was just really horny, and I got my nails done for this date, and not I can’t even touch myself at home because my nails are so sharp,” she says, completely embarrassed. She doesn’t make eye contact with him and focuses intensely on eating her maraschino cherries.
“I don’t mean to be too forward, but…” he leans in, whispering in Y/N’s ear, “ I think I can help you with that.” She doesn’t miss a beat. She takes his hand and drags him to the large family bathroom. Dorset claps and cheers them on openly as they make their way. Y/N makes a mental note to get her back somehow later.
She palms him through his pants, and Chris grabs her face, pulling her into a rough, hurried kiss. “Oh, fuck. You taste like cherries.” he hikes up her uniform skirt and rubs her over her panties.
“You have yourself to thank for that.”
He spins her around so he can watch her face in the mirror as he touches her. “You’re also soaked. Do I have myself to thank for that, too?” before she can say anything, Chris’s finger is spreading her lips apart and playing at her entrance.
She closes her legs in response. “Nope, not so fast. You gotta eat it first.”
Chris sinks to his knees. “Yes, ma’am.” he wastes no time. He spreads her thighs apart, slides her panties to her knees, and starts lapping at her clit from behind. He’s got to be quick because his brothers are waiting for him.
She bends over the sink, propping herself up on her forearms. “Oh, fuck!” she groans.
“Hush, Cherry. Don’t want to get fired for fucking on the job, do we?.” The vibrations from his laugh makes Y/N’s pussy shiver causing her to wiggle a little. Chris loves watching her ass jiggle. “Has anyone ever eaten your ass?” he parts her cheeks and gives her a playful spank. “You have such a cute little asshole. Do you mind if I try?”
“Yeah, you can try,” she says sheepishly, hiding her face from the mirror.
“Don’t worry, I won’t forget to give your clit some attention.”
“Oh, yes! Just like that!” Y/N cries out louder than she means to as his tongue explores her ass. He rubs her clit with the pad of his finger, and she lets out a breathy moan. Chris is hard as a fucking rock, and she’s making such pretty sounds. It’s torture not to touch himself, but he came here to help her out and needs to focus on making her cum.
“Yeah. Tell me how you like it.”
“Fingers, please,” she begs.
“Tell me how many you need, Cherry?”
“Two. Just two, please.” Y/N takes his fingers inside of her with ease. He searches for a moment to find that special spot of hers. “Right there!”
Chris is so happy with how open she’s been to him. The girls he’s been with recently have been so meek. She’s such a good girl telling him just where she needs him. He works his fingers into her faster, making sure to hit her G spot every time. Y/N starts pushing herself back on his fingers. Chris feels her pussy begin to tighten like a vice around him. “You’re such a good fucking girl. Cum for me, Cherry. Cum on my fingers.” her legs giveaway as her climax burns through her, and Chris has to hold her up as he tries to work her through it.
When her orgasm subsides and her vision comes back, Chris is on the floor holding her. She rests her head on his chest and says, “Thank you. That was fucking amazing.”
“Anytime, Cherry. I don’t expect any reciprocation today, but I feel I am owed your phone number.” He hands her his phone, and the new contact is already open.
“Of course, here’s my number, Chris.” she hands the phone back to him, gets back onto her feet, and pulls her panties up. She leaves without saying goodbye. Chris looks down at his phone and smiles at her contact name. “Y/N🍒 (Sexy Waitress)”
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A word for you: vision
Hello, dearest. Thank you for this! I found three WIPs that use this one - for you I think I'll give a section from the quidditch fic, it seems fitting since you've written one of the best in the trope! This is a multiple POV fic where Draco buys the team Harry plays for, and here's a scene from Davide, who's the hot young French player that Draco poached.
He’d come to see Davide in person—taken an International Portkey all the way to St Malo, visited Davide and his mum, taken them both out to to dinner at Le Chalut so he could talk to them properly. And he did talk to them—not just about the game, but about pensions, and insurance, and financial management, and how Davide needed to safeguard his future.
He told them about England, and the weather in Dorset, and he made them laugh telling them about the funny placenames—Furzehill, Pamphill, Hillbutts—and about the kiss of the morning mist that wreathes White Mill Bridge when the team does speed training along the River Stour.
And then he told them how much he was willing to pay for Davide—including a hefty relocation fee—just said it right out there and then over his John Dory, like it wasn’t more money than Davide had ever imagined he could make.
And then they did talk about the game, and it turned out that Mr Malfoy couldn’t shut up about Quidditch once he started talking. He talked and talked, and when he told Davide about his plans for the team, and where Davide would fit in, he looked as delighted and breathless as a child.
Davide would have signed the contract there and then, in the guttering candlelight with the smell of beurre blanc and red wine rich in the air, but Mr Malfoy insisted that he talk to his manager, go back to Quiberon and bring the offer to the table.
“Talk to everyone,” he said. “Get your best offer and then make your decision.”
And Davide had done all of that, and Quiberon had matched the Wasps’ offer, but at that stage Davide was half-gone on the idea of England, and fully gone on the idea of flying under Draco Malfoy and his vision and his ambition and his love of the game.
And here they were, waiting for their first official team meeting, and their first official press conference, and Mr Malfoy looked like he was going to be sick in the bin, and he was wearing robes exactly like Davide’s old head teacher used to wear, and he had done something weird to his hair. Davide almost wanted to laugh, when he thought of Mr Malfoy at the restaurant, all pink and excited, licking aioli off his fingers and talking loudly about the importance of the Morgan Manoeuvre for enhanced Beater accuracy.
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How did all the Bridgerton ex partners all deal with their respective break up?
They dealt with it in a healthy way.
Sophie, I already told you how she's doing.
Kate had a good cry on Mary's shoulder, while Edwina offered tissues, the next day she got another dog, learned to meditate and deleted all of Anthony's pictures from her phone. She's making her best effort to move on, but has sadly sworn off dating for a while. Much to the regret of Buisness partner, Tommy Dorset who is always waiting in the wings for her
Simon, acted like nothing happened, went back to work, boxing and eating in expensive restaurants with his friends. He still misses Daphne a lot and sleeps hugging her pillow
Penelope, grieved her relationship while she was still in her relationship, so post breakup she's just pretty much learning to live again, She's been working on her novel, joined the gym and updated her wardrobe to fit the image of 'Aristocrat' magazine Editor in Chief. Genevieve and Eloise have been her main support trough all this. And she couldn't ask for better support system
Phillip decided to give his full attention to renovating his greenhouse and homeschooling Oliver and Amanda. It helps him cope with Eloise leaving. If he just keeps his mind on his kids and his house. But he's like a sad puppy who listens to angry von Jovi. Oliver and Amanda can't take him seriously when he's being so dramatic broody and they are getting tired of the excessive paternal smothering
Michael deals with his breakup by traveling like crazy, he at least knows he'll eventually have to stop running away from his horny guilt and Grovel at Francesca's feet. But he's not there yet. Funny thing about Michael is that Francesca also did not breakup with his mom. So he also gets well meaning updates on her life from his own mom, not just Violet.
After his breakup with Hy,Gareth actually has made time to visit the on campus student therapist who suggested he joined the university basketball team and the College mentors for kids club. So Between talking to the therapist, making sure he remains at the top of the class, mentoring underprivileged kids and training for games. Gareth is actually growing out of his pain and coping in a healthy way
Lucy just coped by leaning a lot on Ricky Haselby, her gay best friend. And Haselby is the kind of guy who has lots of money and solves problems with daddy's influence. So his solution everytime Lucy starts mopping and missing Gregory is to let her cry and buy her stuff on Amazon. Still, as someone who has been ignored by her family all her life, Lucy feels oddly comforted by how hard Haselby tries to be there for her. So she's trying her best to get over the breakup one day at a time. Because Mostly she's been giving herself time to heal.
And that's the tea 😺
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