F*ck You (Leighade/Leeade)

16: Stressed

The semester is coming to a close and my poor Lee-Lee was stressed out. At the place he works, a small cafe just outside of campus, his manager makes him work overtime most weekends. Him and I reserved those days as studying days leading up to the exams.

He's been a bit behind because of the forced cramming after his classes. I wanna give that bloke a piece of my mind, but I know Lee wouldn't like it.

Only for his sake.

He was seated at his dining table, tapping his pen on the page rapidly, and running his hands through his hair.

I had braided it into plats today and it makes him look both cute and sexy. He's insanely attractive all around. I simp for this man all day, everyday.

He was stressing so much, his breathing was a bit shaky and heavy.

"Take slow, deep breaths, baby boy," I tell him while hugging his neck from behind. He does so; in through the nose, out through the mouth like I showed him. His body was pretty tense and his jaw was clenched. "Try and relax."

He makes a frustrated noise and puts his face in his hands.

"I can't. This exam is in two days and I know I'm gonna flunk it," he groans quietly. "No, you're not. Stop with the negative thinkin'," I take his hands down.

He takes a deep breath, but still felt tense. "Okay," I start, unwrapping myself from him. "Take off your shirt." He does so easily, being that I tell him to do that often.

I did two more tattoos on him after his king one. I put my star sign, Capricorn, on his left pec and my middle name on his other pec. I love seeing them when he takes off his shirt because it really shows how devoted he is to me already.

I had put his sign's, Libra, constellation on my left ring finger. I hope something else would be there.

By the end of the year, he's gonna be inked up and I'ma be Mrs. Jade Pinnock.

I take the black graphic tee and throw it over my shoulder before putting my hands on his. "Want a massage?" He nods and I begin kneading into his tight muscles.

"Baby, let's take a break, yeah? Go get some food, take a walk, I can suck your dick, whatever you want," I say casually. Something else he's used to.

It's been three months and he already knows the deal.

Despite popular belief, we don't have actual sex often. Maybe three or four times total in these last three months. It's mainly his face buried between my legs and I'm not complaining whatsoever. He really likes, no, loves taking care of me, in more than one way.

And he's fucking incredible at it.

"Can we stay like this? This feels nice," I hum then take his hand in mine. "Let's go to your room, okay?" He slowly stands up, feeling a bit slack as I lead him to his bed. He gets on his stomach and I grab the lavender scented massage oil.

I climb on the bed and straddle his legs.

"I can call your boss if you want me to," I offer while putting the substance on his tight back. "That's okay, baby. I'm looking for a new job anyway."

"Yeah?" I ask, starting on his shoulders. "Mhm," he moans and I can tell his eyes are closed. "Why don't you work at The Spot? Liam works alone most nights."

He goes quiet for a moment, "I might. Do you know the pay?"

"More than that fuckass cafe you work at," he chuckles, making me move a little. "It is a fuckass cafe, innit?" He agrees and we both let out a laugh.