The Yearbook Photo: Damien Haas X reader

Panic

AN: not sure what is considered NSFW but there is a mention of underwear just a heads up. 

The car ride home was comfortably quiet. You watched out the window as the lights passed, savoring the taste on your lips and the memories of moments before. A warm hand finds your leg and stays, grasping a bit. Your hand sets on top of it, holding it. Eyelids heavy, you drift off at with the thought of Damien on your mind. 

You feel a click on your seatbelt as its unbuckled and removed from across your chest. Arms grab underneath your butt and under your arms. You're lifted out of the car and your legs instinctively wrap around Damiens waist, arms around his shoulders. He reaches into your purse and grabs your keys, unlocking the door with one hand and pushing it open with his foot. It closes and the apartment is dark. A light flicks on and you bury your face into Damiens shoulder and neck. He laughs at your response and carries you towards your bed. Laying you down he pulls your shoes off one at a time, gently setting them on the floor. You hear him open the drawers of your dresser and grab some shorts and a t-shirt. 

"You should probably change out of that outfit," his voice is close to your ear. 

Opening your eyes, Damien is kneeing next to your bed and at eye level with you. He's holding the clothes he picked out and you grasp them. You sit forward and he helps you stand as you walk to the bathroom. Slightly drunk you start to unzip the skirt and shimmy it off your lower half. 

"Sorry," he stutters, "I should let you change, i'll be out here." He goes into the living room. 

You finish undressing and throw on the t-shirt. No need for pants, you take them off in your sleep any way. Grabbing a makeup wipe, you head to the living room and find Damien on the couch; his head facing out the window where the stars lit up the night sky. Quietly you walk over to the arm of the couch and lean onto it, your thigh nudging his arm as you sit. He slightly jumps in response and slowly looks at you from the knee up. His eyes meet yours, eyebrows raised in surprise. You look down to him and smile, not caring that you didn't have pants on. Trailing your hand down his arm you grab his hand and bring it to your leg. He places his hand on your knee and gently traces his fingers on your skin. Both staring out the window at the stars you feel peaceful, slowly wiping off your makeup. After some time Damien removes his hands from your leg and stands. 

"I should really get going," he blushes, glancing back to your thighs. 

You cross your legs so that you're balancing on the arm of the couch. Extending your hands you ask for his, and he obliges. Unlacing your legs, he pulls you to stand. You take a step closer to him, touching your chest to his. Still holding his hands, you wrap your arms behind you accidentally exposing your butt. From where his hands connect with yours his fingers graze your underwear line accidentally. 

His hands quickly unlace from yours and he crosses his arms. "I need to get going before this goes farther than it should," his face red and eyes not meeting yours. 

"Damien," you say calmly, "it was an accident. I trust you."

He forcefully exhales and his face visibly relaxes. Your hands grasp his face and you kiss him once softly. Grabbing his hand you walk him to the door. 

"Thank you again for getting me this job," you say genuinely. 

He scoffs at you. "y/n, the only person who got you the job was yourself! I just gave him your email. I am so excited for you to be a part of the team." he sounded so sweet. 

"I need you to promise me one thing," you hold up a single finger. 

"Anything," the corners of his mouth curve into a soft smile. 

"When I go in Monday for the read through, can we be professional? I want to make sure and be smart about how we act with each other during work. I have a feeling you understand what i'm getting at," you end with a friendly smile. 

"Totally," he nods. 

"I pinky promise though," you wrap around his torso, head tilted up, "that we can do this every hour around work." Standing up on your tippy-toes you kiss him confidently. You feel a smile form on his lips as you continue to kiss him, and he kisses back. You pull away, his eyes open and immediately meet yours. 

"Pinky-promise," he says wrapping his pinky around yours. 

... (Monday) 

Damien left not too long after making that promise and you two have been texting all weekend. 

beep beep beep

Your alarm wakes you. 

It's 7:15am and call time is 9am. Plenty of time to get ready and eat. Keeping the outfit simple, you pick black hole-y skinny jeans, a vintage 90's crop tee, black vans, curly hair and simple makeup and accessories. It was basic, but comfortable. Breakfast was quick and easy, you pack a lunch in case you stay longer than planned. Walking to your car it finally hits you. Today is your first day on the job, and the nerves overcome you as you sit in the drivers seat. Your breathing increases as a panic attack sets in. Your peripheral vision narrows and your vision gets splotchy. Your mind tells you to act fast. 

"Hey.... Siri, call..... Damien .....Haas," you say between gasps.

As the dial tone rings, the black spots get bigger. Before your vision gives out his voice comes through the phone. 

"Hello? Y/n? What's wrong? Where are you? " theres a panic in his voice as he hears your rapid and erratic breathing. You hear the sound of him grabbing keys and a door shutting.  

"I'm.....my car....nervous....apartment...panic," is all you could muster between breaths. 

"Do not move, i'm coming to you." the call ends.

Your vision goes black and the last thing you hear is the dinging of the car from the keys being in the ignition. 

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