#I got to hang out with a friend today I haven’t really talked to a while and it is the highlight of my day💗💖

[fan-of-young-royals]

Isn’t it so wonderful that there are people that make you feel safe and happy and full of love whenever you’re around them

[hwaflms]

round & round! ★ [ l.dh ]

{💭} hyuck : i suggested playing spin the bottle because i wanted to kiss you, but now everyone’s kissing you except me :/

[☆] pairing. haechan x reader, slight jaemin x reader ft. 00’ line, chaewon of lesserafim and sieun of stayc

[☆] genre. smut + fluff | stoner!nct, pwp bc it’s me

[☆] wc. 6.1k

[☆] warnings. explicit content (mdni), weed/marijuana use, lots of making out, slight choking, dirty talk, fingering, sexual stuff in a semi-public place, use of the word ‘slut’, very slight degradation, not very proofread, pretty tame tbh

[☆] notes. my first time writing again in like??? two years???? istg i didn’t mean to abandon this acc 😞 pls be nice i haven’t written in a while and this is not my most favourite work but i’m warming up for more stuff in da future i just wanted to post a lil self-indulgent smth abt hyuck bc bf☝️ idk how active i’ll be because of uni and other things but i missed u guys!!! any feedback is appreciated enjoy :p

even through the clouds of smoke engulfing the little living room of jeno and jaemin’s shared flat, your hooded eyes still met.

today was an important day amongst your friend group; it was chaewon’s first time smoking up with everyone. your friends weren’t really the type to pressure anyone into doing anything they weren’t sure about, but considering the astounding majority who enjoyed smoking some variation of weed, group sessions were a frequent occurrence. you either joined in or didn’t, chaewon being the latter until she decided of her own accord that she was going to try it with the people she trusted.

you sesh with jeno most often, seeing as he was the one who introduced you to weed and taught you everything you know about it. after weeks of listening to you complain about sleepless nights, jeno suggested you try smoking a joint before you go to bed, especially since it was starting to affect your attendance. (“i can’t keep attending these zoology classes without you, y/n. every time something stupid happens, i laugh and make a joke out loud because i forget you aren’t there, and now i’m pretty sure people think i’m either insane or just really fucking lonely”.)

now, smoking up has been a pretty regular occurrence, especially since jeno introduced you to a bunch of his friends and vice versa, all of you making up one big, happy group of stoners. chaewon and sieun were your friends who got along with everyone else just fine, and though they didn’t hang out with the others as much as you did, they were still welcome whenever.

presently, you are leaning back against the couch, all the way on the end, because jaemin is sprawled out alongside you, opting to rest his legs on your lap. haechan makes a joke that you don’t understand, but you laugh anyway along with everyone else, except renjun who covers up his laugh with cough.

“you can never let me have it, huh?”, hyuck scoffs, narrowing his eyes at renjun who’s mouth forms a thin line. “i know for a fact you find me funny.”

you hear that he makes a remark back at haechan but what he says doesn’t register in your head, everything sounding far away. remembering the special occasion, you turn to face chaewon and sieun, who are giggling away on the floor about something between the two of them. you don’t know what they said but you smile anyway. she clearly seemed like she was having a good trip, and so was everyone else.

swallowing nothing, you realise how dry your throat feels, and with that realisation came this undeniable desire for some form of liquid. “jen,”, you tilt your head back and call out to the boy who was already rolling another joint on the table behind you. “did you end up buying more coke?”

“check the fridge”, he mumbles without looking at you, tongue poking his cheek out of concentration as he focuses on what he was doing. with a groan, you heave jaemin’s legs off your lap, muttering a couple ‘sorry’s when he starts to complain about the change in position.

you all but float to the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge and spotting the fresh cans of coke placed neatly in the overcrowded appliance. the first gulp feels like heaven against your parched throat, taking a few more while standing there.

“you gonna share or no?”, a voice startles you, turning to find haechan’s figure looming right behind you with a dopey smile on his face.

“god, we need to get you a bell or something. i never hear you coming”, you roll your eyes before grabbing two glasses from the cabinet. you’re disappointed to see that there was no ice in their freezer, but you pour the drink into the glass anyway.

“why are you pouring it into a glass?”, haechan furrows his eyebrows, looking pointedly between the glass and the literal can in your hand. “now we have to wash two glasses when we could’ve just drank it from the can.”

he’s right, of course, but you’re not gonna tell him that. instead, you pretend that you were planning on adding some lemon juice to the drink because you saw it on instagram. while you figure he doesn’t believe you, he humours you anyway and tries your little concoction, which ends up being pretty damn good.

out of all of jeno’s friends, haechan definitely stood out to you. you didn’t really understand why, you were just drawn to him, even way back before you met him, when jeno used to tell you about his friends. “loud and annoying” were the words he used to describe him, but the smile that appeared on his face anyway let you know that he was someone special to jeno. this was not to say his other friends weren’t special, you got along incredibly well with all of them, meshing right in with their group.

as of right on cue, jaemin’s voice loudly sounds out from the living room, “are you guys fucking in there or what?”.

sighing, you pick up your glass and begin to walk out of the kitchen, but not before purposely knocking haechan’s shoulder when you walk past him, hearing him snort before following you out as you exit the room. perhaps if you had lingered in the kitchen for a couple seconds longer, you would’ve heard haechan muttering something along the lines of “i wish” under his breath.

“jeez, took you long enough, can i have some of that?”, renjun drawls, lifting himself off the armchair with a smile, to which you roll your eyes but pass him your glass anyway. you sit down on the floor opposite the couch and he looks as if he is about to compliment your drink-making skills before haechan cuts him off.

“dude, chaewon and sieun look like they’re about to fall asleep, let’s do something”, he half yawns out, opting to stroll over to your spot on the floor and sinking down next to you.

“not…sleepy…”, chaewon murmurs, but her voice is muffled because her cheek is pressed against sieun’s shoulder, both of them sprawled out on the floor like it was a comfortable bed.

“sure you aren’t…”, jeno chides with a smile, getting up from the table to walk over to where all of you were situated. he twirls his newly rolled joint between his fingers, finally holding it out in his palm as if it were some magical gadget, and if you were being fully honest, you were sold. “round 2? or 3, I can’t really remember…”

some words of agreement were muttered across the room, chaewon and sieun even groggily getting up from what looked like a very comfortable napping spot. another rotation began, and you made sure to blow out your smoke directly into an unsuspecting haechan’s face when it was your turn.

“let’s play a game or something”, jaemin suggests, taking a long puff and passing it to jeno who sat beside him, and soon the room was hazy once again, the smell of weed infiltrating your nostrils.

“like what?”, chaewon coughs weakly in between her hit and renjun pats her back before he hands her your coke that you hadn’t received back after you gave it to him. so long for that.

“monopoly?”, jeno offers with a shrug and haechan lets out an obnoxious snore as a reply, making you laugh but you cover it up with a cough when you meet jeno’s playfully narrowed eyes. “okay then, big guy, what’s your incredible idea?”

haechan appears to actually think about it for a moment, looking around the room for some sort of inspiration maybe, until his eyes land on you.

“okay jaemin, get that empty wine bottle from last week, we’re playing spin the bottle”, he is grinning from ear to ear, wiggling his eyebrows even though all his suggestion receives is a bunch of groans and sighs.

your eyebrows are raised however, and you try not to let your reaction show too much on your face. spin the bottle? you hadn’t played that since you were maybe fourteen, but that was the least of your concerns at the moment. haechan wanted to play spin the bottle? who was he hoping to kiss? or was it just a whimsical little suggestion that was more of a joke?

it didn’t fully seem like he meant it as a joke, judging by his expression as he awaited some actual responses from the group. “what are we, fourteen?”, renjun might as well have read your mind, but he soon joins you and haechan on the floor, the others following suit. jaemin presents the empty bottle and places it in the middle of the little circle you have formed, everyone seeming slightly more keen as the joint runs out.

maybe it was the thc talking, but it didn’t really seem like a bad idea to you anymore. you were all single, attractive and close enough that it wouldn’t make things weird, and most importantly, you wouldn’t mind getting more familiar with haechan’s lips.

you shocked your own self with the sudden lewd thoughts in your head about the male sitting next to you, squirming in your position slightly. he turns his head towards you like he could hear your thoughts (“shut up, y/n, he can’t hear your thoughts…right?”) and you swear his eyes soften a bit. “are you sure you wanna play?”, he asks softly, mistaking your tenseness for discomfort, but you shake your head a little too quickly for your liking.

“no, no, let’s play, it’s not like we have anything better to do, right?”, you feign indifference and after everyone else agrees, the bottle is spun for the first time by haechan.

much to renjun’s dismay, it lands on him, and it’s almost comical the way he looks at the bottle pointing at him before slowly looking up at haechan. “renjunnie, let me kiss you”, haechan whines in a high pitched tone while drawing out the “you”, puckering his lips expectantly. the next three minutes consist of renjun listing every single person he would rather kiss than haechan, and you’d have half the mind to volunteer yourself if you weren’t clutching at your sides laughing at the whole exchange, slapping at both jeno and sieun who tried and failed to dodge your waving hands.

renjun finally relents when chaewon suggests he lets him kiss his cheek instead, but haechan is no quitter so he makes sure that he plants the loudest, most wet kiss on his face before sighing in victory when he sits back down. renjun is not the most happy with this, and he tells jaemin to take his turn instead while he rushes off to the bathroom to wash his face. hyuck looks indignant, calling out behind renjun, asking if he wants another one.

taking the turn instead of renjun, jaemin spins the bottle harshly, and it spins and spins and spins for what seemed like an eternity. your eyes are so focused on the way the bottle looks as it spins that you don’t even notice that it has stopped, until jeno nudges you with his shoulder. it’s neck is pointed directly at you, and you finally look up from your trance at jaemin, who wears an undeniable smirk on his face.

while you didn’t exactly see him that way, there was absolutely no denying that jaemin was a very attractive man, and he was no different presently, the sleeves of his hoodie rolled up as he propped himself up with his arms, looking at you expectantly.

you don’t want to look at haechan right now, because you can see out of the corner of your eye that his face is looking straight forward, not at you or jaemin, just forward. you wonder what is going through his head, but your thoughts are cut short when jaemin scoots closer to you in the circle.

“are you okay with this?”

and when you think about, you are. “yeah, i mean it’s just a game”, you reply, not wanting to ruin the fun or raise any suspicions, to which jaemin agrees and inclines his head towards you.

he kisses you, more fully than you were expecting, but you had no complaints really as you kissed him back, titling your head in the opposite direction to slip your lips over his. you wonder if your lips were as dry as they felt, and in the back of your mind it registers that your friends are watching you kiss your other friend because they hoot and giggle, but you can’t really bring yourself to care.

jaemin’s lips taste sweet and he smells sweet, his touch soft as he brings a hand up to your cheek, gently holding it while he continues kissing you. it probably wasn’t as long as it felt, but jaemin finally pulls away, the remnants of his sweet chapstick lingering on your lips. you are aware of how hot your face feels when you pull away and return to your spot, tucking your hair behind your ears.

“dude, what chapstick do you use?”, you ask after clearing your throat, and jaemin rummages in his pant pocket for a moment before whipping out a cute pink tube, holding it out in front of him. “strawberry dream, baby”, he winks, reapplying it on his lips. “never go anywhere without it.”

renjun returns after god knows how long, stating that he had to re-do his skin care routine because haechan had completely thrown off his skin’s ph balance, and is saddened to hear that he missed witnessing you and jaemin.

the game continues in a steadfast manner for the next couple of rounds thanks to haechan insisting we play one more round, though it doesn’t exactly go in the manner you were hoping for. the group is practically in tears after watching jeno and jaemin share an awkward kiss, chaewon arguing that they can’t claim “no homo” because it was the most homo thing she’d seen in a while, and that was saying a lot because she was, in fact, gay.

you have now kissed sieun, jaemin once again and an especially endearing renjun, who’s cheeks and tips of his ears are painted a bright red after you plant a full peck on his waiting lips. haechan grumbles something about renjun not having kissed anyone besides his mom to explain his reaction, but jeno is quick to cut renjun off before another argument ensues.

“i don’t know about you guys, but i think that’s enough exchanging of saliva for one day”, he all but sighs, lying down on the floor dramatically. while you do agree, you’re disheartened, because not once has the bottle landed on you when spun by haechan, or the other way around. it feels like the universe is fucking with you, because really how many times can you spin a bottle between a group of seven people and not have it land on the one person you want to kiss even once.

haechan looks like he wants to say something, but appears to decide against it in the end, stretching and standing up. it is then mutually agreed by everyone that it was time to watch a movie.

“super bad?”, jaemin proposes, and even though most people had already watched the movie, no one argues against it and jeno starts setting up the movie on their big screen tv.

settling into the couch, you glance over at haechan and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling a tad bit disappointed. this whole spin the bottle thing makes you wonder about all the other times where you could have had an opportunity to make a move on the brown-haired boy.

you’d gone on long drives together, gone partying, even drank with just each other a couple of times. the closest the two of you had ever come to crossing that line was while you where dancing at a party and his arms were looped around your waist from behind, slowly swaying to the beat. you’d danced with him tons of times before that but you recall thinking the air was a little different than normal, more heated, but you also recall mistaking renjun for your professor, so you didn’t trust yourself. the moment came and went, and neither of you ever had the balls to address it, and now it had been way too long since to bring it up.

“this seat taken?”, haechan snaps you out of your bitter thoughts, jerking his head towards the spot on the couch next to you. you clear your throat and shake your head, scooting over slightly so he could sink down next to you. “what’s up, y/n, you look a little…not present. you still high?”

it’s funny because your mind certainly wasn’t present, it was in the gutter, but you choose to blame the weed. “yeah, i’m still high”, you answered truthfully, and so was he, his red, hooded eyes a dead giveaway.

“okay, perfect, i wanted to show you this stupid tiktok i saw”, he’s pulling his phone out of his pocket and leaning closer to you to show you some video of a cat, or maybe a dog, you weren’t paying attention. he laughs at whatever the animal did, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he does so, and you observe him instead of watching. when he doesn’t hear you laugh, he peeks over at you but you’re quick to turn your head back to his phone, letting out a very late giggle at the video.

if he did catch you, he doesn’t mention it, continuing to scroll and show you more videos. jeno finally gets the movie set up and turns off the lights, taking up the final seat left on the couch. the movie begins, and everyone falls into a comfortable silence bar hyuck, who makes the occasional comment that earns him a snort from you each time.

at some point during the movie, haechan stretches his arms out behind him, placing his arm on the head of the couch directly behind you. glancing at him quickly, you can’t tell whether the action was purposeful or not, because if it was, he was doing a very good job of looking nonchalant. you try your best to ignore it, but his hand is resting directly above your shoulder, inches away from touching you- but it never does.

you had never noticed what nice hands haechan had before. long and slender, nails clipped short and clean, his middle, ring and index finger adorned with various silver rings. you note that he wears three rings on his left hand, but none on his right. his right hand sits on top of one of his thighs, two of his fingers drumming against it following some rhythm going on in his head. his fingers are long, and the only thing you can think about is just how nice they would feel inside–

no, no, no, stop it, since when are you this horny?

you realise stressing out about how horny you are all of a sudden is just going to lead to a bad trip and you don’t want that, and you want to clear your head. even though you’re feeling a different kind of thirsty, you figure a distraction for a couple minutes would be helpful, so you excuse yourself to go get some water, jumping up from the couch and walking towards the kitchen. unbeknownst to you, haechan’s watchful eyes follow your figure as you exit the room.

finally away and in the kitchen, you fill up a glass and lean over the sink, closing your eyes to collect yourself. you can finish the movie without driving yourself crazy over haechan, right? tonight is no different than any other hangout and you don’t want to weird haechan out with your unnecessary staring and poorly concealed thirsting. you just need to stop thinking about his stupid hands, his stupid thighs, his stupid hair and his stupid kissable lips. “kissable? lock in, y/n, lock in…”

“who are you talking to?”

you wince but don’t turn around, eyes screwed shut tightly. you’ve been gone for a couple minutes and you don’t know when he left the room, but you put down the glass and turn to face him.

“what’s got you so jumpy?”, he questions, leaning against the counter. his arms are folded and his gaze is piercing, face tilted slightly to the left as he observes you. this is the second time he’s startled you in the kitchen today and also happens to be the very reason you’ve been so jumpy.

“nothing, i just…god, you need to starting announcing your entry into a room, dude…”

he furrows his eyebrows but lets out a chuckle anyway, slowly sauntering over to where you stood. eyes never leaving yours, he now stands directly in front of you, caging you in between the sink and his body. the closer proximity and dim lighting isn’t helping your case in the slightest, feeling all hot and bothered as if there was a sudden change in temperature. “what’s happening? you’re usually never like this, we’ve smoked up together so many times. are you having a bad trip?”

you understand why he might think that, what with your jerky movements, dazed staring and just overall disconnected demeanour. while you were wound up a little tighter than usual, you weren’t having a bad trip, your mind was just very slightly preoccupied. “no, hyuck, i’m fine, i just…needed some water”, it’s a half-lie you tell, choosing to not tell him the full truth for the sake of your own pride.

“you just seem…off”, he seems to pick his words carefully, eyes roaming over the expanse of your face. “no, i just…”, you trail off to try and find the words to explain this situation away, but he’s just looking at you so intensely. it’s so silent in the room and the air feels all too still, and you swear you’re trying to speak coherently but haechan switches his weight to his other leg, wetting his lips with his tongue while he awaits an answer and you just freeze. “i…”

“‘i’ what? see? you’re doing it again”, he starts, running a hand through his hair, and the muted light that leaks in through the window illuminates only one half of his face, but you can see him so clearly that even the way his pretty eyelashes brush against his cheek when he blinks doesn’t go unnoticed by you. you’re subconsciously chewing on your bottom lip, feeling a little like a deer caught in headlights. “you have this look in your eye. like you wanna…”

“…what?”

everything is still and unmoving, until your eyes zero in on haechan’s hand as he raises it, slowly bringing it to graze his fingers over your cheek. his touch leaves a burning hot trail on your skin and using his thumb, he releases your bottom lip from under your teeth, hand lingering cautiously for a fleeting moment before he drops it.

“like what, haechan?”, you repeat yourself, urging him to just say whatever it is he has to say, getting tired of this back and forth. you could sell a kidney just to see what was going on in his mind right now, because he looks torn between speaking his mind and just staying silent.

“like you want to kiss me.”

a few beats of complete and utter silence pass, not even hearing the dull sound of the television in the living room anymore over the thudding of your heart in your ears. haechan takes a small and tentative step towards your frozen figure, gripping the counter you’re using to lean against with his right hand, effectively trapping you in your place. now you really are a deer caught in headlights, because he’s spoken what you’ve been thinking about for the past couple hours into existence and he is absolutely correct.

“am i wrong, pretty?”

judging by your sharp intake of breath and open-mouthed expression, you’d have to be a fool to think otherwise. he looks as if he’s waiting for you to answer him regardless, giving you a chance to get out of this, but your voice is no longer functioning, and it takes all the strength in your body to shake your head ‘no’.

his eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips, tongue peeking out to lick his lips again. “i suggested playing spin the bottle because i wanted to kiss you”, his voice is strained as he admits this, quiet and careful like he’s holding back while his eyes are trained on yours like he’s daring you to break eye contact. you don’t. “but then everyone else was kissing you but me.”

normally you would giggle at his little frown, but all you can muster up is a whisper of his name, finally breaking his all-consuming eye contact in favour of looking at his lips again. you don’t know who moves first, but the next thing you know is your lips are pressed together in a fierce kiss, your hands tangled in his soft, brown locks while he grip your waist and pull you into him.

he kisses you like a man starved and you do the same with equal fervour, not even being able to process that your little daydream is coming true. his hand comes up to caress your cheek, soon moving down your neck after stroking your face softly, using it to tilt your head for you. the position of his hand is very purposeful because his thumb presses into your throat ever so slightly, but his grip is still tight enough that you couldn’t break the kiss (not that you wanted to, anyway). the other hand snakes around your waist and pulls you impossibly closer, pressing his hips into yours.

you’re positively drunk off the feeling of haechan’s lips molding over yours and you think you might just ascend when he tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth, using the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. body on fire, you mewl against his lips, swirling your own tongue around his while he slowly but surely bucks his hips into yours.

no wards are spoken while your hands thread through his hair, pulling on it and letting out a sound of surprise into his mouth when his hand trails down to your ass and grips it harshly. he finally releases you from the searing kiss, but he doesn’t let you catch your breath, instead spinning you around in his hold so that his front presses tightly into your back, hands slipping around your waist from behind. this feels like a déjà vu kind of moment because you are reminded of the time when you both were dancing in this exact position, except this time you were getting exactly what you wanted.

“you know how bad i wanted this?”, his voice echoes your thoughts and breaks the silence, hands running up and down your front in a teasing manner. lifting your shirt up slightly, he trails his fingers over the exposed skin of your torso and the action makes you squirm in his hold a little, and much to your surprise, he groans lewdly against your ear. “fuck, i’ve been thinking of this for so long. kissing you, having my hands all over you…”

you get the sense he’s talking more to himself than you, but you revel in it nonetheless. his hand grips your jaw and squishes your cheeks together so your lips form a pout, forcing it to the side where he plants one, two, three kisses to your puckered mouth. his other hand slips further up your shirt where he brazenly cups your boob through your bra, fondling one of them while his tongue peeks out to flick at your bottom lip.

you’re putty in his arms, all gasps and squirms and whispered ‘haechan’s. “what, baby?”, he mumbles into your cheek, the hand gripping your jaw letting go in order to slink down to your hip where it lingers for a moment. “what do you want?”

your lack of answer doesn’t bode well with him, earning you a tight squeeze to your hip as a kind of warning. “need you to touch me”, you whisper out defeatedly, and you feel haechan laugh mockingly against your face.

“yeah? need me to touch you?”, he mimics your voice while tutting, letting his hand slip further down to where you needed him the most, but not letting you have it just yet. “think you can be a good girl and keep quiet for me? we don’t need everyone outside hearing what a little slut you’re being in here.”

everyone outside. the fact that you were just a room away from all your friends who were sat watching a fun little movie together had completely slipped your mind, but if you were being honest, you couldn’t find it in you to give a shit. everything about your current disposition was so dirty. one hand under your shirt, the other about two seconds away from fingering you right in the middle of your friends’ kitchen, while said friends were sat outside, unaware of the goings-on under their own roof.

though you didn’t think actually getting caught in this position would be the most pleasant experience, the idea of it dampened your panties and caused you to whine out loud, tilting your head back against haechan’s shoulder. you receive an immediate hand clamped over your mouth in return, haechan tutting in your ear condescendingly. “looks like the little slut can’t follow a simple request.”

even though he reprimands you, his hands begin fumbling with the button of your jeans anyway, undoing it and pulling the zipper down. one hand comes up to wrap around your front and rests on your shoulder, holding you in place, and the other he sticks down your pants and cups your heat but makes no effort to move, chuckling when you try to move yourself against it. his crotch ruts against the swell of your ass and for you, any friction is better than no friction at the moment. with one hand gipping the arm around your shoulder, you slip the other behind you to palm at his hard cock over his pants, making him let out a sound of approval.

“please, hyuck”, you shake your face free of his hand and turn to look him in the eye, and he grips your throat and presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

he seems to accept your plea, finally moving his hand against you and you breathe a sigh of relief, lost in the feeling of his fingers rubbing circles on your clit over your wet underwear. he’s quick to slip his hand inside your panties, cold fingers pressed directly on to your bare pussy, spreading your wetness all over you. when he ultimately slips a finger into your tight, waiting core, you moan but it’s cut short when he slaps his hand over your mouth again. “keep. quiet.”

if someone were to walk in, the two of you would be a sight to see. you writhing in his tight hold while his hand is stuffed in your pants, two fingers pistoning in and out of you at a fast pace as his forehead is pressed against the side of your face, releasing short breaths. you look positively fucked out, and you’re both in a state of complete bliss as you grind against each other in a timely rhythm.

“my pretty girl. if i had known you wanted this too, i would’ve just grabbed you and kissed you like i wanted, in front of everyone.”

his voice is honey-like and sultry, and his fingers are nothing short of heavenly. they pump in and out of you, and he still manages to use his thumb to toy with your clit in this position, leaving you breathless and on the edge. “can’t believe jaemin and renjun got to kiss you before me.”

you’re so wet that your cunt makes downright sinful noises as he fingers you and you’re hoping that it isn’t really as loud as it seems. “you’re so wet, angel. so this is what had you all jumpy today”, he laughs like he’s stating the obvious, and you’d have half the mind to feel shy if his ministrations didn’t feel so fucking good right now.

you’re aware that you’re close and so is he because you’re clenching around his fingers, so he quickens his pace both inside you and against your clit. “you gonna cum for me, baby? right here, in the middle of kitchen, while everyone’s outside?”, he purrs against your face and you grip the part of his arm that isn’t shoved in your pants, digging your nails into his skin in a way that’s sure to leave a mark. his words make you feel dirty in the best way, not even knowing you could feel this turned on.

he peppers kisses along your jaw and neck, sucking here and there, and through the pale moonlight bleeding into the room from the window, the red blemishes that begin to bloom on your skin are visible to hyuck, and he seems pleased with his artwork. “that’s it, sweetheart, let go for me.”

your moans are muffled against his palm when you finally come, the orgasm ripping through you so strongly that you go limp in his hands, legs almost buckling at the sensation. with the added boost of the weed you smoked earlier, your orgasm is immense, feeling it pulse through your body until it’s too much, whining and wriggling in haechan’s firm hold. he holds you still and helps you ride out your high, whispering utterances of “that’s right, baby” and “my good girl” into your ear while you throw your head back and try to regulate your breathing.

in a moment, his hand slips out of your pants, turning you back around so you’re now facing him, grinning down at you from ear to ear as if you both hadn’t just defiled jaemin and jeno’s kitchen. “you feeling okay?”, he mumbles, tucking your hair behind your ear with the hand that wasn’t soaked, pressing a number of kisses all over your face as you nod and giggled, trying to evade his attack. he lets you go just to wash his hands, and it’s when he dries his wet hands on the material of his pants that you notice his raging boner, immediately feeling bad.

“wait hyuck, let me–“

as if he’s reading your mind once again, he shakes his head and takes both of your hands into his, wrapping them around his own waist while pulling you into him. “we can save that for another time, pretty”, he insists, his expression turning shy when he realises the implications behind his words. “that is, i-if you want another time, of course–“

it’s your turn to cut him off this time, but you do so by leaning up and connecting your lips again, bring a hand up to stroke his cheek. “of course i want another time, hyuck. i want this. i want you.”

your assurances do good to bring a smile to his pretty face, taking ahold of the hand on his cheek and pressing his lips to your skin gently, lovingly. “so, so, perfect.”

taking note of the prolonged amount of time the two of you had been gone, you skulk back into the living, but this time, hand in hand.

the scene you’re greeted with is a surprising one, because you find every single one of your friends to be sound asleep, much to your amusement and hyuck’s dismay. “so you’re telling me i could’ve been hearing you moan the whole time and none of these idiots would have even known?”, he is appalled, a hand coming up to rub at his face out of frustration. “i did all that for nothing?”

“i wouldn’t say for nothing”, you reveal, biting your lip and smiling up at the boy shyly. “i might have woken them up.”

“oh yeah, well now you’re going to”, and with that, he’s dragging you back to the kitchen while you giggle, nearly tripping over your own feet before he all but scoops you up in his arms, muttering to himself about having left something in the kitchen that needed urgent fetching.

[ipushhimback]

the heart eyes?

pairing: oscar piastri x reader words: 1.3 k warnings: none summary: you are in love with your best friend but he doesn’t know it (right?)

When your parents had told you that you would move to another city you had been devastated. You had been only six years old but still, you didn’t want to leave your friends behind.

But then you met Oscar. Your new neighbor. At first you only played with his sisters but then you started hanging out with him and since then you had been best friends. He was there when you didn’t feel well. When you were sad because you weren’t as good as he was in school he would come over to your house and give you a cup of hot chocolate.

When you were 14 you developed feelings for Oscar. No. Not really feelings. Yet. It was a crush. Something you just feel when you become older. But over time, this crush had become more. You really were in love with him now. 

You knew Oscar didn’t feel the same about you. He had a girlfriend. Yes, he did break up with her after only a few months but he wouldn’t have had a girlfriend if he was in love with you, right?

Today you were at the Australian Grand Prix. You haven’t been to one in the last year as you simply didn’t have the time to visit one. And also you didn’t really want to see Oscar. You just wanted to forget him. Move on with your life. Get over those feelings for your best friend. But surprise! It didn’t work.

So now you were here. Sitting in your car in a random parking lot.

“I can do this. I will walk in that damn paddock and be normal. No need to freak out. He is your best friend”, you said to yourself.

Eventually you got out of the car. You wore a pretty orange summer dress and simple white sneakers. At the first Grand Prix you visited you wore high heels and swore you would never wear them again.

You hung the Paddock Pass around your neck and put on sunglasses. Then you grabbed your bag and walked toward the entrance.

While you walked towards it you pulled out your phone to call Oscar so you could ask him where you have to go. But before you could click on his contact you ran into someone. Lando.

“Oh my god. I am so sorry”, you apologized immediately.

“Don’t worry. Wait. Y/N? Long time no see! Oscar couldn’t stop talking about you last week! Come with me I will bring you to him”, Lando offered and you could only nod.

You have met Lando before and always got along well. He was funny and used to always be around when you wanted to hang out with Oscar at a Grand Prix. Not that you cared. He was a nice guy and you really didn’t want to be alone with your best friend when you were scared you might just kiss him at some point.

“Thank you but you really don’t have to bring me to him. I am sure you have more important things to do right now”, you said but Lando just shook his head.

“No no. I will walk you to him. And my room is directly next to his so I can just drop you off, ok?”, Lando asked.

You nodded and smiled at him.

“Thank you, Lando. Really.”

You silently walked to the driver’s rooms just occasionally looking up to check if Lando was still there to lead you to Oscar.

“So, he invited you for this GP?”, Lando eventually asked you to break the silence.

“Kind of. I haven’t been to one for a long time as I simply didn’t have the time for it”, at least that was half the truth, you thought to yourself. “So then I asked him if I could come to one just to have a day to relax, you know? And I didn’t have a long way to get here”, you said laughing.

“I guess. That’s nice that you are here to support him. Then you are officially a WAG now?”

You nearly choked on your own saliva.

“Sorry?” You said looking at Lando as if he had just told her he would quit racing.

“Well, when you are now his girlfriend you are a WAG, right?” Now it was Lando to look confused as you furiously shook your head.

“No! No no no! We are not… a couple or so. Just… friends. Not more”, you defended yourself as Lando looked a little surprised and embarrassed at the same time.

“Sorry. I just assumed since you are here now and Oscar was so happy that you finally talked to each other about your feelings. I didn’t mean to offend you or anything.”

“Feelings? There… there aren’t any feelings. We have been friends for so long. We are just… friends. Best friends”, you explained but couldn’t hide the fact that you were as red as a tomato.

“The feelings you obviously have for each other. The heart eyes? You talk about the other the whole time! Are you serious? You aren’t in love with him?” Lando was now looking completely confused.

“No. I am not”, you said, knowing you weren’t just lying to Lando but also yourself.

“Ok ok.” Before you two could say anything else you were standing in front of a wooden door with a piece of paper sticking on it. ‘Oscar Piastri’

“We are here”, Lando said the obvious.

“Yeah. Thanks for leading me. Otherwise I would have been lost.”

Lando nodded and smiled.

“Talk to him. It is not healthy to lie to yourself”, the Brit said before turning around and walking into his own room.

You took a deep breath and knocked on the door before opening it.

Oscar sat on a small couch in the room, scrolling though his phone.

Gosh, how can he look so attractive just sitting there.

“Hey, Osc”, you said as you walked into the room.

Oscar looked up and immediately smiled at you, seemingly happy to see you again after so long.

“Hey! I am so happy you made it! We haven’t seen each other in so long. I missed you”, he said as he walked toward you to give you a hug.

“I am happy to see you as well. Are you ready for the race? I am sure you’ll do great. I read you’ll start in second? That’s good, right?” You stopped yourself from rambling after a little as you realized you were nervous and a little panicking as you haven’t seen Oscar in a long time.

“I am, yes. But it will be hard to get to first. Max is directly in front of me and Charles behind. They are good so I have to stay focused the whole time and just have to drive well.” Oscar was still smiling.

“You will win, I just know it”, you said. “You’ll be first and celebrate and then we will go to that Italian restaurant we always went to with our parents.”

Oscar smiled as he looked at you. Was Lando right and Oscar really liked you? Or is Oscar just a good friend and happy that you believe in his talent?

“Thanks. That means a lot coming from you. I have to get ready now for the race. Do you want to stay?”

You smiled and nodded even though you weren’t so sure.

“Yes, of course. I will just sit here and read”, you said pulling out a book from your huge bag.

Oscar laughed that cute laugh that has always been able to make you smile even when you were sad or mad because of whatever was going on in your life.

“You really always have a book with you, don’t you?”, Oscar teased you, something he has always done as you really always carry a book with you.

You just grinned and opened the book do read. It was some silly friends to lovers romance, but you couldn’t help but see the parallels to Oscar and you.

Your best friends went to his warm up exercises and you really tried not to stare but it is hard when you see your best friend’s muscles tense like that. Eventually, some man you have seen around before stepped in the room and did the neck exercises with Oscar and you were really staring now.

Damn. How can he look so good??

a/n: sorry it took me a bit to continue this and it is still not finished but i didn’t have the time for it… there may be some mistakes bc english is not my first language and i didn’t reread it hahah!

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[frudoo]

I really like your writing! I'm so glad I found your page. I was wondering if I could do a drabble or little one shot ask about the 141 boys (poly or individual doesn't matter either way) I just had this idea because there's so many ideas about the boys not thinking they're good enough for their girl but what if it was the opposite way and I was wondering what you'd think their reactions would be.

The idea is that their girl is on the phone with her friend thinking they can't hear her talking (maybe they were asleep or out for a run or something) and her friend asks how things are going with them. Their girl full on gushes about the boys to her friend and her friend is like "oooo sounds like love to me! Have you told them yet?" And their girl is like "I... No of course not...They can't love me, I couldn't possibly expect them to."

This is long but thank you for listening to me ramble!

PLEASE I got so sappy with this one I just couldn't stop my fingers from typing. Also you're such a sweetheart <333

Warnings: Mentions of self-doubt, food, mentions of sex. Fem!Reader. MDNI.

Kyle Garrick:

     Kyle’s had a long day, and the man just wants a proper cup of tea. He starts down the hallway, but when he hears his name coming from your room, he stops dead in his tracks. He knows it’s wrong, but he can’t help but crack your door open to eavesdrop a bit. 

     “I’m telling you, he’s perfect! When I have a bad day, he’ll take me out for coffee, or we’ll go for a walk or just look around the pet store. Sometimes he’ll even do my laundry! It’s- it’s not a crush anymore. I’m in love with him,” you ramble on to your friend, who’s giggling with glee over the speaker of your phone.

     “Well, have you told him?” She questions excitedly, and you go quiet for a moment.

     “Of course I haven’t. Why would I? It’s not… it’s not like he feels the same. I’d just be hurting myself,” you reply sadly.

     Kyle frowns deeply, and he’s almost positive he can physically feel his heart breaking. God, he’d rather fall out of another helo than ever hear you sound so distraught again. He wants nothing more than to barge into your room and pull you into his arms, kiss away all your doubts and prove to you just how much he loves you. Instead, the sound of your voice brings him back to reality. 

     “I think I’m gonna grab a snack. It was good talking to you,” you hang up the phone and open your door, surprised to see your roommate standing right there. “Kyle! Shit, did- did you-? I’m so-”

     “Y’mean it?” Kyle asks softly, not wanting you to feel embarrassed.

     Even so, you sheepishly nod your head, unable to meet his eyes. His warm hands cup your face and lift your head up to look at him, and he smiles so warmly that you can’t help but do the same.

     “Silly girl. I love you, too.”

     John Price:

     The base was dead today, barely any paperwork to do or new recruits to train. For the first time in months, John was able to get off on time, and he decided to surprise you with a bouquet of flowers and your favorite Indian food. When he arrives at your flat, he uses his spare key to unlock the door and steps inside, kicking off his boots—ever since that one time you playfully lectured him on keeping your home clean, he’s engraved the rule into his brain.

     John sets your gifts on the island in your kitchen, glancing around for any signs of where you could be. You’re definitely home, he can tell that much by your keys dangling off the holder and your own shoes by the door. He carefully steps through the hallway and hears your unmistakable voice in the bathroom, along with the quiet sound of running water. He goes to turn the handle but decides against it when he hears his name slip from your lips.

     “God, I love John so much, you don’t understand. He’s everything I could ever want. Every time I see him, I just- I wanna kiss him stupid, y’know? I mean, shit, he’s already seen every part of me since he’s my best friend and all.”

     “So… when are you gonna tell him? It sounds like he’s interested, babe,” your friend’s voice rings through your phone. “Best friends don’t normally just see each other naked.”

     “Oh, stop it. There’s no way he could feel the same. I’m just… I couldn’t ask that of him. It wouldn’t be fair.”

     John’s heard enough. He trudges back into the kitchen and fixes your plate of takeout, as well as a glass of wine and some chocolates. He arranges the food on a tray and brings it back to the bathroom, not even bothering to knock before walking inside. You scream, and normally he would laugh, but he’s so hurt that you think you’re unworthy of his love, and he’s dead set on proving otherwise. 

     “Do you always scare the shit out of people you’re trying to surprise?” You laugh, hand resting on your chest as if it’ll calm your beating heart.

     “Only the one I’m in love with, sweet girl.”

     Simon Riley:

     “M’gonna step out for a smoke, love,” Simon informs you, and you nod politely.

     The coffee shop is a little too crowded for Simon’s liking, and he needs a break. Your company is the sweetest he could ask for, and he feels bad leaving you for even a second, but the demons in his head were begging for an escape. Still, he stands by the window where your table is located just so he can keep an eye on you. Call it a weakness, but when he sees you messaging your friend, he can’t tear his eyes away from the conversation. Thank the heavens for the little slip-up the café made, having the one-way windows installed inside out.

yeah he’s like,,, stupidly perfect

it’s like he’s trying to make me lose it???

like sir i’m already in love with you

what more do you want

lmaooo why haven’t u told him yet????

he’s obviously in love with ur dumb ass too

oh fuck off

you know we’re just friends

don’t give me hope

     Simon frowns deeply, tossing the butt of his cigarette on the ground and crushing it with his boot. He’s spent his whole life in shackles, deeming himself unlovable, unworthy of anything good or sweet or kind. But when he met you, those thoughts dissolved like melting snow—he even took the mask off for you. He didn’t even know it was possible to love somebody so much, so to have the one person he adores more than anything in the world doubt herself? He won’t have it. 

     He reenters the coffee shop in a hurry, long legs striding over to you as quickly as possible. Before you can even react, he leans down to press his lips against yours, hands firmly on your face to keep you still. When he pulls back, he’s near tears looking at your shocked expression.

     “I don’t love y’like a friend. I love y’like a man loves his wife, like you’re the air I breathe. I’ve always been yours, y’hear me? Always.”

     Johnny MacTavish:

     Johnny’s expecting to feel your warm body beside his when he wakes, but instead he’s met with the soft thud of his arm onto the unoccupied sheets where you should be. He frowns and rubs the sleep from his eyes, checking his phone—it’s only 4:00 in the morning, and the sun isn’t even out yet. You’ve obviously not been in bed for a while, and it worries him. Did you leave in the middle of the night, all by yourself? Shit, what if something bad happened to you?

     Johnny hops out of bed and quickly pulls on his jeans from last night, starting a frantic search through his house. You’re not in the bathroom, or in any of the spare rooms, not even the sunroom where you love to cozy up and read a book. The last place he thinks to check is the kitchen, and lo and behold, there you are, brewing some coffee and talking on the phone to someone. Your best friend, he realizes, when you put the call on speaker to pour yourself a cup. 

     “It’s just… last night, he told me he loved me, and it- I don’t know. It ruined me. I couldn’t even finish, I had to fake it.”

     Johnny freezes and leans against the door frame. His stomach feels sick suddenly—did he really fuck up that bad last night? God, he knew he should have just kept his mouth shut, but he figured there was no better time to confess his feelings for you while he was… well, inside of you. He really thought you felt the same. Your little sniffle drags him out of his thoughts, and his eyes land on your now crying figure once again.

     “N-no, you don’t understand. I know he just said it because of the sex. I’m not… he couldn’t love me. Not the way I love him. We’re just friends who happen to sleep together sometimes. It’s my own fault for catching feelings when he- he deserves someone so much better,” the break in your voice destroys Johnny and all he can do is listen as your best friend calms you down.

     He doesn’t make a move until you’ve hung up. Only after you’ve set the phone down does he come barreling in, wrapping his strong arms around you, ignoring your shriek of surprise. Johnny pulls back to cup your face in his hands, thumbs wiping away the fresh tears that managed to slip past your waterline.

“Ye’re the only one ah want. D’ye understand? Ye’re the only one fer me. Ah meant wha’ ah said, hen, ah love ye. There’s no’ a force on this earth tha’ could make me want ye less. Ye’re mine, alreit? As much as ah’m all yers.”

[connieboo4u]

𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲.

synopsis- It was just a celebration and a reunion with friends—at least, that’s what you thought.

no warnings - just dramama ramama lamama aye

Incoming call from sashabae💞

The phone rings for a third time before you decide to finally answer it. You already figured she didn’t want shit, but then again… it could be anything knowing her ass.

As you roll over to reach for your phone under your pillow, you place it to your ear while still laying down.

“Damn girl, are you in danger or some? Blowing my shi up early asl.”

You say as you hear shuffling on the other end.

“It’s literally 12 pm. GET YO ASS UP, n/n! The day damn near over—but that’s not what I was blowing your phone up about.”

Sasha responds loud asf in your ear.

“Mmcht, well bitch it’s early for me.”

You get up some more and casually start doing your routine—brushing your teeth, washing your face, making some breakfast (yes bih we eating breakfast late asf and what? You the food police?), changing into a comfy fit, and fixing your hair before heading out to run some simple errands.

All while Sasha talks on the other line… yeah, this hoe can talkkkk.

“That’s besides the point. I was calling to see if you were down to go to this party at Ony’s. He doing a little party in celebration of his single dropping.”

“I’m pretty sure he sent you the invite since he sent it to everybody in the gc, but I know you barely check that shi anyway since we only talk in there when somebody planning something or somebody talking shi.”

“BUT you GOTSS to come to this one, n/n! When was the last time you came to a party, let alone seen everybody in person?”

Sasha says as she continues driving to God knows where. She’s always pushed you to get out and have some fun.

I mean, she was one of your best friends. She needed her HG for every ride she took—even the ones where she had to quite literally pull you into.

“Shi… you might never know what might happen at this party to spark your little simple day-to-day life. I bet you’ll have fun. I mean shi, you used to have fun all the mfn time when we all used to hang out a lot—but then everybody kinda branched out on they own.”

Sasha says, quickly collecting her reasons to get you out the house like usual. And she lowkey might be… right?

To be fair, you haven’t really pulled up to any parties lately. Not that you didn’t wanna go, but sometimes shit go left at big gatherings and you’d rather stay out of it. And when you did go? Trust—it was an in and out process.

But don’t get it twisted, the party most definitely got crunk asf when you pulled up. Don’t matter if you stayed an hour or 30 mins, the party stayed jumping.

Andddd everybody did kinda drift apart. But not entirely! Everyone still kept in contact… a little bit.

Everyone was kinda in the same world, but different cities almost. If that makes sense.

But maybe this one time you’ll come outside today—and maybe reconnect with everyone you haven’t heard from? You know damn well you haven’t seen Ony in months due to his rapping career taking off,he was always busy. But he made sure to reach out every now and then to check on you.

You briefly spoke to Armin, he had a lot of different movies and shows lined up since his acting career was on the rise.And Mikasa was pretty reachable as she was a creative director and I loved asking for different ideas, even if she suggest that I don’t need her input. But I ask anyways. You would occasionally see Eren flirting ass when you hung out with Connie and Sash. he stayed tryna holla at you. damn there putting down the same amount of effort connie put down,but the only difference was he was always blunt about it. He didn’t like how Connie would act towards me,sometimes even saying he was leading me on but I knew deep down there had to be more to it. Atleast i hope there was.

Don’t get me wrong Eren jokes too, almost to the point you couldn’t tell if he was serious or not since he can goof around about a lot of shit. But anyone who was close with him could see he masked the truth being laid back about everything,him and connie were so alike yet so different. Eren was sweet but your heart still yearn to know what you and connie could be.

Your homegirl saniyah was always one call away but she also had a lot going on with her makeup career taking off. You,her,and sasha was inseparable trio and still are.

And Jean was always gonna make his special appearance. He was pretty active with you through social media,and you guys would run into each other at different events he might’ve had to shoot for,but that was it.

And hey when we all link up it’s almost like nothing has changed.

But you really don’t know this time… this could really be a bad idea.

Before you can argue back with Sasha, you hear your phone buzz and loud ass knocks at your door.

New message from con 🩵

Ahh shit.

❀࿐ ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

You look down at your phone to see Connie sent a text—right as you make your way to the door to see who it was.

—received at 12:47 PM

[con 🩵] ay ma, i know sasha alr told you bout the party tmmrw. you going?

You roll your eyes with a smile down at your phone as you text him back:

“idk yet.”

His ass stayed tryna link up in some type of way.

But at the end? Y’all stayed attached at the hip regardless.

Before you can hit send, you open the door—

“Girl what are you—”

“WE’RE GOING TO THAT PARTY—”

She cuts you off before you can even open the door good or say any mf thing.

Yup. That’s my bestie for you.

❀࿐ ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

Your phone buzzed in your hand as Sasha walked past you to sit in your living room area… but not before finding a snack in your kitchen.

Big back ahh.

While she does that, you look back down at your phone.

con 🩵

—new messages at 12:54 PM—

[con 🩵] ay ma, i know sasha alr told you bout the party tmmrw. you going?

[you] idk yet. you?

[con 🩵] mmcht. now yk sasha not letting yo ass stay at home 😒. and probably

[con 🩵] sooo i’ll see you there.

“With his sassy assss,” you say to yourself at his response, shaking your head.

As you and Sasha sit and catch up, you tell her everything you had planned for the day. She says y’all should have a girls’ day and go shopping to get cute for the party.

And shiii… she knows you can never say no to a mall trip together.

Let alone getting your nails and shi done too?

Yeaaaa f it. WE’RE going to that party.

❀࿐ ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

You and Sasha went and ran your little errands, and she ended up picking up a couple of things herself.

Then y’all headed toward the mall and went mfn craaazyyy.

Y’all always knew how to make a quick trip turn into a full day.

❀࿐ ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

You and Sasha went into all these different stores: Urban Outfitters, Sephora, Garage, Bath & Body Works, Victoria’s Secret, Foot Locker, and any little pop-up boutiques y’all could find.

Safe to say, me and Sasha never gave simple when it came to shopping for an occasion.

IDC if we were going to a a release party -from jail-for a cousin that’s not even ours—the fit was gonna match and we were gonna have TS AWNNN.

After me and Sasha did our damage at the mall—bags in our arms—we skip back to the car like we didn’t just blow a bag.

Half of the shi wasn’t even part of the fit for the party 😭.

We just be buying shi cause we liked it… and wanted it.

We made one last stop to our favorite spot to get our toes and nails done.

As the lady finished with my toes, I got ready to show her my nail inspo, while Sasha sat across from me, still waiting on her toes to be finished—but of course, she showed me her nail inspo first.

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After all that? We grabbed some food before heading back to my house, sitting in the living room eating and talking about any and everything.

“So he asked if you were coming?”

Sasha said as she wiggled her eyebrows, popping a fry in her mouth from the Wingstop bag.

“Yesssss,” I said with an eye roll.

“He be tryna make sure he there to cockblock all them dudes that be up on you,”

Sasha said back before taking a sip from her drink.

“I sweaaarrrr that’s yo husband—like, ughhh—y’all too cute.”

She giggled as I playfully nudged her.

“Girl hushhhh. Me and Connie are just friends. I don’t think he see me that way fr—no way,”

I said as I kept eating my food.

“Mhm. He call you all type of pet names, lets you hear his beats and songs first, y’all got matching jewelry, he stay flirting with you, lets you aux in his car with no questions, and the mf never stops talking about you when someone brings you up, uses your lingo like y’all twins or some, and don’t let no dude take up too much of your time or waste it…But y’all just friends, right?”

Sasha said like it was the most obvious thing ever—and like I was a damn fool for not seeing it.

Maybe I did see it.

But was it worth risking our friendship?

Me and Connie been friends for years. Why change that now?

“Mmcht… well even if that was the case, I’m not confronting his ass about it. He can come to me and say it,”

I replied as I wiped my hands with a napkin.

“Sooo you’re not denying your feelings for him?”

Sasha said as she pushed her empty Wingstop box to the side.

…I didn’t respond.

Sasha smiled and softly laughed.

“Your secret safe—and been safe—with me, n/n. And you right. He needa man up and stop playing. Nobody got time to wait on somebody to confess some shi they been knew for years. But with y’all bond? I don’t see him going nowhere else. He’ll be the biggest dummy if he did.”

“Besides, the last thing he need is sombody randomly making a real move—especially if it’s before he do.”

I looked back up from scrolling my phone and laughed.

“You right, Sash. and what you mean? sombody else like who?”

Sasha paused and thought about what to say next.

but then she shrugged with a laugh

“I mean… he not the only one that be lookin’ at you a certain way,”

she said as she typed on her phone

“But aye—I think Connie gon’ fold just like a flip phone soon, so he don’t even matter.”

“GUHHH”

I roll my eyes with a laugh

“Stop playing with me. and you tryna have a sleepover tonight?”

I gesture to her reaching for my throw blanket getting more and more comfortable

“Uhhh duhhh wtfff? I’ll be damned if I leave now after getting comfortable n shit”

Sasha said, and we both laughed hard asf.

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Night of the Party — 6:34 PM

Me and Sasha were getting ready for the party that wasn’t even supposed to start until an hour later.

Me AND her got up from MY bed earlier today, since she ended up falling asleep there after we spent the night sharing posts on Instagram and talking shi.

She ain’t even make it to the guest room that’s basically damn near her room at this point.

Once it got closer to party time, we started doing our little routine to get ready while

“EAT ME!” by Rico Nasty blasted in the background.

After Sasha changed into her fit, she helped me take my curls down from the twists they were in.

Since I already had my fit on, I started doing my makeup while Sasha got started on her hair.

After I finished, she hit me with the—

“I can never get my eyeliner that mfn clean. Do it for meeeee.”

Tell me why some simple eyeliner turned into a full ass beat?

She better be glad I love her.

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After we applied our finishing touches—perfume, accessories, all that—I pulled out some sparkly glitter spray I’d been meaning to try.

And of course, Sash was down.

We started lightly spraying ourselves, the shimmer catching in the light and giving us a soft, sparkly glow.

“Okayyy frennnn”

I said as I hyped her up through the mirror while she put her earrings in.

“Ouuu girl, you look so goodddttt, connie can’t handle allat”

Sasha said, already pulling her phone out to take some mirror flicks together.

“BYEEE. And alright, I think we’re ready.”

I said after we posted our pics to our stories—letting the likes start rollin’ in.

We made our way out the door and jumped in Sasha’s car, blasting Latto – “Somebody” the second we pulled off.

“ALL I WANT IS YOU BOY, ALL I WANT IS YOUUU”

we screamed in unison, both cracking up mid-verse.

As Cardi B – “Outside” started playing, I pulled out my phone and started recording for my Insta stories.

Me and Sasha started cutting up for the camera, singing the lyrics like we were at a sold-out show.

I scrolled through my phone, responding to all my hgs’ replies and thanking them for the love.

Then I saw it.

@𝙘𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮.

I tapped on his page. Looked like he was already at the party.

Him, Eren, and Ony had a few flicks together on his story.

And he looked good asfffff.

My good googly God.

Shi, they all did—but you know lmfao.

Right after, my phone buzzed again.

@𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮

@𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙩: replied to your story: ho is you Lipton? cause you teaaaa 🤏🏻🤏🏻🤏🏻 or whatever y’all be sayin.

@𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙮𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮

@𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙮𝙖𝙝𝙝𝙝𝙝 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮: 😍😍😍

I reacted 😂 to jean message and showed my phone to Sasha as we slowed to a stop.

“GIRLLL, but did he lie?”

Sasha said back, trying to catch her breath from laughing.

After Sasha parked, we grabbed our purses and hopped out the car, heading straight into the party.

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When we stepped inside the party, Big Boogie – “Left Right” blasted in our ears, and it was lowkey packed asfffff.

Like damn, all y’all niggas came out tonight?

I already wanted to leave, but once I found my groove, I knew I’d be straight.

As me and Sasha were greeting people we knew—and a few we didn’t—Eren spotted us across the room.

Now his tall ass was making his way over.

“Damnnn, I wasn’t expecting to see you here”

Eren said as he gave me a hug.

He had his hair in his signature half-up, half-down style, a black shirt, washed jeans, and a silver chain hanging from his neck.

His fit was calm… but had the bitches breaking they necks to get a glimpse.

Yeah, his cocky ahh loved that.

“Yea, Sash convinced me to come,”

I said back, shrugging slightly.

He looked over at Sasha and nodded.

���Preciate that, Sash. Didn’t think I’d see her fine ass in person no more.”

He flashed a lazy grin as his tatted arm was still resting on my side from the hug, fingers slightly tickling.

Sasha just gave him a thumbs up, barely paying attention since she was talking to some of our hgs that had also pulled up.

“WAI-BOYY-, ayy NA. STOPP-”

I said, laughing as I nudged him away, finally freeing myself.

Me and Eren went back and forth with our usual banter—talking shit and play-flirting—until I heard my name being called.

I turn around and see Ony and Connie standing behind him.

“Ayyyy n/n, I’m glad you could make it.”

Ony said as he pulled me into a side hug.

“It’s been a good little while since I’ve seen you. You look good.”

He smiled, flashing his bottom grills as he leaned back from the hug a bit to look down at me.

“Yea, I knowww. and ALSOOO congrats on your new single”

I said back.

He thanked me, nodding.

“Thanks. It’s been a rough ride, but I’m glad this shit finally out.”

Ony had on a custom Louis Vuitton jacket with a matching white top and bottoms. Rings flooded one hand, and a blinged-out chain sat heavy on his neck.

“Aii now.”

Connie finally spoke up from behind him.

Ony smirked as he stepped aside, revealing Connie standing there.

He had on a long sleeve black shirt with matching black denim jorts, and a cap to top it all off. His fit was so simple but so him.

Soon enough, Connie stepped up to me to get his own hug.

As he leaned down to kiss my cheek and pull me in, I caught his scent—musky, woodsy, clean.

It was the perfect balance of strong and soft.

He rocked me side to side in the hug for a second before we pulled away.

It was warm, welcoming, and maybe a little too long for “just friends”…

But shiii—who was I to complain?

“You look so pretty, mami. But that’s some everyday shi for you,”

He leaned down and said low in my ear, soft and easy.

“AYYY, bring y’all hugging asses on so we can get some pictures together. Damn.”

Jean said with a playful eye roll as he stood off to the side, where most of the friend rotation and a few new faces were posted up, holding his camera in hand.

As me and Connie turned to look at each other, we shared a knowing look and laughed quietly to ourselves after hearing what Jean said about us.

He gave me that same grin—dimples peeking, eyes all low—then shook his head like Jean talk too much, and leaned down to whisper real low:

“They always on some bs when it come to me and you.”

I raised my eyebrows, smirking.

“Me and you?”

He playfully squeezed my side before grabbing my hand and guiding me through the sea of bodies to make our way toward the others.

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Once we reached the group, Sasha spotted us and nudged our other homegirl Saniyah, who was standing on the other side of her.

They both shared a look that said “just friends my ass” as they watched us walk in hand-in-hand.

Jean caught the moment and snapped a couple photos.

The area we were in was a little less crowded than the front entrance, giving us space to catch up and vibe. Once Jean spotted us, he gave me a quick hug and dabbed Connie up.

Saniyah came over to give me a hug too—it had been a minute since I’d seen her.

“Awhh look at you!”

She said as she made me spin around, eyeing my fit.

Sasha hyped me up from behind her like she always do.

“It’s been so longggg, but I’m glad our little trio could reunite.”

Saniyah said as she pulled me and Sasha in for a group hug.

Jean started taking shots of our entire interaction, along with random flicks throughout the night.

“ALRIGHT, EVERYBODY TOGETHER ON 3—2—”

I was standing in between Sash and Saniyah, while everyone else squeezed in around us. After snapping a few more group photos—and even getting someone else to take a couple so Jean could hop in—we all started branching off throughout the venue.

While I was talking to Saniyah and Sasha, Saniyah got nosy as hell like clockwork.

“Sooo y’all just friends? How fucking long y’all just been friends for?”

She asked as she started recalling all the little moments between me and Connie that gave way more than just friends.

“That’s what I saidddd!” Sasha chimed in, dramatic as ever.

“But he need to own up to it for real instead of just acting like y’all already done confessed and living happily ever after.”

Me and Saniyah both nodded in agreement—because Sasha wasn’t lying.

But just like he wasn’t being true to himself (if that was the case), I wasn’t being all that straightforward with him either.

Did he even see us as anything more than friends? Or was he just friendly as hell?

I didn’t know anymore. But I knew I wasn’t trying to get my feelings hurt behind no “what if.”

As Saniyah started talking about her current little situationship and the mess she had going on, me and Sash caught her up on our lives too.

From Sasha’s boyfriend thinking she sneaking around with her ex,

To me busting my ass tryna learn how to skateboard for a YouTube video,

To all the other BS we go through on a regular.

It felt just like old times—the three of us yapping, and running our damn mouths about anything our mind can muster up.

Trust, every time we linked up, a time was had, honey.

We damn near need our own podcast, ngl.

But mid-sentence…

I felt something.

That stare.

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I blinked mid-laugh as Sash and Saniyah already caught on—

they had been spotted him staring.

I paused for a second.

Then turned around—

And of course, there he was.

Connie.

He was sitting in the little section Ony had set up for him and his homeboys,

all of them passing around a blunt.

And of course it was the blunt tucked behind Connie’s ear from earlier.

His eyes stayed on me as he took a hit, passing it back to Eren.

He didn’t look away.

He just nodded his head and smirked—

that “yea, I see you” type smirk.

I turned back around slowly, now just standing there listening to Saniyah and Sash talk they ass off.

I could still feel his eyes on me.

It felt… comforting in a way.

Like he wasn’t gonna let nun happen to me in these big scenes.

Even while he laughed and talked with everybody around him,

he kept stealing glances like he couldn’t help himself.

Let me shut my delusional ass up.

“I don’t know who worse—you or him.”

Saniyah said as she sipped on her cocktail.

“See, I wanna say both,”

Sasha added,

“but Connie be acting like people not even around him whenever you anywhere near.”

“Oh hushhhh. You and your man’s be the same.”

I said, looking at Sasha.

“And you and Armin used to be the same too, Saniyah, when y’all was messing around together?”

I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Ion know bout all that.”

Saniyah waved me off.

“But the way Connie will literally put anything on pause just to give you all his attention is some different.”

She glanced in his direction.

“He acts as if y’all on some it’s just us and nobody else around type shit.”

Sasha nodded her head dramatically in agreement.

“Exactlyyyy.”

Just when I was about to respond to Saniyah—and attempt to defend myself in a losing ass battle—

I felt something behind me.

Someone.

“So you gon stand here and act like you don’t see me watching yo ass?”

A voice said behind me, low and teasing.

I already knew who it was.

“Boy, I don’t know wtf that’s supposed to mean.”

I said back to him, cause…

what was any of that supposed to mean fr fr?

“Mmcht. Aii.”

He said back to me.

“Yo ass know you be spawning outta nowhere when it come to n/n. Damn.”

Saniyah said to Connie, side eyeing him hard.

“Damn, so now I can’t even speak to my girl no more?”

Connie said back, calm as ever.

My girl.

He better stop playing with my ass fr now—cause whattt?

Sasha and Saniyah shared a look as their eyes grew big like some damn owls, both catching that little slip.

Sasha opened her mouth to comment but Saniyah beat her to it.

“Mhmm, so that’s why you been all over her all night? Since that’s your girl n all.”

Saniyah said with all the sass she could muster.

“Yeaaa, and every time a dude try to talk you over there mean-mugging somebody.”

Sasha said, backing Saniyah up like always.

Connie paused.

Not in shock or embarrassment—but like he was mentally saying: “Here y’all go.”

He didn’t look nervous. He just looked at me, then back at them, letting out a little laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Y’all dragging it.”

He said with that usual chill, nonchalant tone.

In all honesty, Connie knew he meant every word he’d just said.

But he wasn’t tryna unpack all that—not here, not in front of everybody.

He’d been planning to say something tonight. Something real.

But the longer he waited, the more nervous he got.

It felt like everybody already knew anyway.

And they did.

But what he was mostly worried about…

was somebody telling you before he could.

Before it was too late.

“Dragging it like how you been dragging behind her like a damn lost dog? Yea okay, Connie.”

Saniyah said, sipping her drink.

Connie shrugged, smirking like it was no big deal.

“And? Don’t forget I got that dawg in me.”

Sasha shook her head while sipping her drink, while Saniyah sighed.

I laughed lightly.

“Mannn, Connie be quiet.”

I said, turning to look at him.

“Tell them to get off my ass then, ma.”

He said with a mock sad face, gesturing at Sash and Saniyah.

“Boy please, you can barely get off her ass.”

Saniyah clapped back without skipping a beat.

“Aii, na. Stay outta grown folks business.”

Connie said with a mock serious face as he hovered down behind me.

And just like that, we all busted out laughing.

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As the night continued, more pictures and videos were being taken—

they even ended up cutting a celebration cake for Ony.

I stood around talking to our little circle,

catching up with Mikasa and Jean on what’s going on with them,

briefly talking to Armin—lowkey third wheeling once Saniyah joined the convo,

and of course, Ony goofy ass talking about an album he was working on with Connie.

he claimed nobody knew about yet, but he already leaked this shit bout three days ago. I think his ass forgot.

After a little more dancing on the dance floor I went to go talk to mikasa some more.

“Girl we gotta link uppp, cause I got this makeup brand deal and idk what I wanna do to promote it”

I said as I briefly locked eyes with Connie across the room but quickly looked away.

Mikasa caught that shit

“Tuhh, the way your videos,brand deal offers,and inspiration been spreading on the internet, I doubt you’ll ever need some advice from me.”

Eren was also watching me across the room and started to make his way up to me in the process.

Mikasa also caught this shit as well

she almost looked little nervous as she looked behind me at Eren making his way up. As well as glancing at Connie watching the whole thing happen.

“Damn it’s hard to get word with you. You been talking to people since you came in. Like damn this a meet and greet?”

i laugh. at Erens random appearance as he sips on a bottle of some shi i can’t even pronounce right now.

“ay what can i say. im loved around here”

Eren voice softens

“Yea…but aye I’ve been want-“

“Hey don’t you gotta play that song tonight that you and ony did?” Mikasa cut him off

Suddenly, I felt Connie’s hand graze my back.

“You tryna dip out for a min?”

He said low in my ear, just loud enough for me to hear him over the music.

“To where?”

I asked, side-eyeing him playfully.

“Man, chill out. I’m not taking you far. Just outside—shit loud asl in here.”

So with that, I politely excused myself from Mikasa and Eren as Ony was already about to snatch Eren to play the song they were working on together, and followed him out to a quiet little area just past the main room.

Nobody was out there.

It was peaceful—besides the faint thump of the music bleeding through the walls.

We posted up near a little balcony.

“You okay?”

I asked him as we leaned on the railing.

“Yeah.”

He said as he lit the blunt he’d stashed behind his ear.

“Just needed some air… but I wanted to catch you too.Y’know, before everybody and they mama tryna talk to you.”

“What you tryna say?”

I asked, glancing over at him.

“Ion know,”

He shrugged.

“I just like being around you.”

He said it like it was the most obvious answer in the world.

I smiled.

“Me too.”

We both got quiet.

The night air was loud.

He exhaled a cloud of smoke and looked over at me.

“Look… I really don’t wanna make shit weird between us.And I know Sasha, Saniyah, and hell—even Ony been on my ass about me not being honest with you.”

He started as he took one more hit and put the blunt out.

“Y/N… I like you. Way more than some fucking friends. Hell, in love even. I just didn’t wanna mess anything up between us. We already got a really strong bond. A bond I know I can always count on. And I just don’t know what I would do if I lost that.”

He said, his voice softening as he confessed what he’s been holding back all this time.

I stood there, not knowing what to say.

As he just stared back at me.

“Say something, n/n. Anything.”

He said desperately, almost as if this was the end of our friendsh—

“I love you too, Connie.”

Connie’s entire face lit up at that.

He started to lean down.

I closed my eyes.

But soon both our phones dinged.

It was Sasha and Ony asking where we were,

and that the party was wrapping up.

We both shared a look and laughed.

“Can’t do shitttt with they ass around.”

He said, shaking his head.

“How? They’re not even around, Connie. It’s just us.”

I say softly

Just us.

Yeah… she had that right, Connie said to himself.

He then started leaning down again, grinning, dimple peeking through and everything.

hands grabbing my waist… not letting go anytime soon.

Our lips connected.

Our little make-out session was cut off short since my phone went off—again.

It was Saniyah this time telling me to bring my ass,

since we were all gonna ride together.

Connie looked down at my phone.

“You gone?”

“Yea, probably.”

I said back.

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Soon we both made it back inside,

back to where Sasha and Saniyah were waiting outside, saying their goodbyes.

As we all walked to our cars—

we saw we were parked right next to each other—

Connie opened the passenger door for me and closed it gently.

“I’ll probably swing by tmmrw. So figure out where you wanna hit up and eat n’ shi. So we can also talk more…”

Connie said as he leaned into the car,

muttering that last part like we weren’t taking shit to the next level now.

Sasha and Saniyah acted like they didn’t hear shit,

or weren’t paying attention to what was going on.

“Okay.”

I say softly with a smile.

He smirked.

“Aii.”

He gave me a kiss on the cheek and turned to get in his car.

He rolled the window down.

“Let me know when you make it home.”

He said before turning his music up and driving off.

Sasha and Saniyah just looked at me… smiling.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just let us know how the date go.”

Saniyah said.

“Huh—”

“Baby, he had your lip combo all over his lips.

Y’all both had that MAC Chestnut and Fenty gloss combo on.”

“SANIYAH—!”

“OKAY SHI, LET ME SHUT UP!”

Sasha laughed hard asf as she started pulling out, getting ready to drop each of us off.

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I was the first to go home.

“We’re definitely linking up again before the week over with soooo clear y’all schedule n’ shi,”

Sasha said as she parked in front of my house.

“YESSSSS, cause I missed our little trio badddd like,”

Saniyah added.

“DUHHH, and text me when y’all make it home. AS SOON AS Y’ALL BOTH GET THERE TOO.”

I said as I gave both of them a hug.

“Yes ma’am,” they said at the same time,

watching me get out and head toward the door of my house.

Once I made it inside,

I texted Connie to let him know I made it and got ready for bed.

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Later that night,

I was chilling on my bed — skincare done, bare-faced, bonnet on,

half scrolling through Insta stories before bed.

The posts were normal:

drinks clinking, girls dancing, Ony popping bottles,

Jean doing the most with his camera,

Connie looking fine asl like usual.

One of the pictures was just me and Connie.

I never realized how exclusive we looked to other people till now.

His hand on my waist.

Him leaning his head down on my shoulder.

Us smiling at each other like we’ve been married for five years already.

It looked normal.

It looked right.

And it felt like home.

Nothing forced and awkward.

Just us being us with each other.

Not to be bias, but we did look good asf together.

And tonight we finally were honest with each other and ourselves about our feelings.

He said he loved me.

And I said it back.

No games. No BS.

He meant this shit for real.

But then my phone buzzed.

And it wasn’t Connie.

And when I looked down, I would’ve never expected this shit.

At least not tonight.

Not from him.

[eren] “so y’all just gonna tongue wrestle n shi like i’m not breathing the same air😐”

You blinked.

WHAT??

Before you could even type anything, he sent another:

[eren]:

“he be tryna act all laid back when it come to you like he ain’t damn near SKIP across the party to get you.”

Skipping is crazy LMFAOOOO.

[eren]:

“idk if i’m being observant or just hating. either way y’all was pissing me off lowkey.”

You sit up some more,

cause damn, why he on 100 and it’s just 11???

[eren]:

“it’s just funny cause i had plans to do it you first. but it’s cool. i’ll let lil mouth wrestler have his moment.”

OOOO-KAYY.

Eren had to be drunk cause wtf.

You don’t even see him acting this weird out the blue for nothing…

WTF is going on fr?

And how did he even find that part out??

Me and Connie walked out together and we didn’t see none of the main rotation of our friend group since we went straight outside to our cars…

You blink again as you quickly type:

[you] “EREN??? how tf you even know about allat—”

And just as you typing,

your phone buzzes again—

this time from Sasha,

sending you somebody’s insta story?

[sashbae💕]

“bitch. check Ony story. right now. ts traveling like crazy.”

You switched to Insta so fast.

Cause why she being so urgent about this??

You tap on Ony’s story,

and it’s just the usual:

him taking flicks with folks,

recording shots,

them lighting the sparklers on the cake…

Then BOOM — the last slide.

It’s a grainy mirror video Ony reposted,

filmed by some random dude in the back hallway near the exit.

He’s talking to the camera about the party for content sake,

and for a second it’s just him and the crowd behind him…

Until he moves the camera juuust slightly.

And there you and Connie are.

Clear as mf day.

Pressed up on each other against the balcony door.

Kissing.

His hand gripping your waist like it belonged there.

The whole thing caught in the reflection

just enough to be seen

if you were paying attention.

And clearly…

people were.

Because you swipe up and see the viewer list on the post:

@𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙮𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡

@𝙢𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙖𝙠

@𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙩

@𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣.𝙙𝙩𝙭

@𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙮𝙖𝙝𝙝𝙝𝙝

…𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 247 𝙤𝙩𝙝-

OKAY damn. basically everybody saw it

fuck.

And then—

your phone buzzes.

[eren]

“y’all cute or whateva😒.”

You stared at the message like… what???

He couldn’t be serious right now.

[eren]:

“nah i’m hating a little.”

“i was tryna play it cool but ion even think he wanted you fr before tonight.”

“he just lucky i ain’t press harder when i had the chance.”

You sit up in bed, frowning.

What was he talking about?

He never said shit like this out loud before—at least not like this.

[you]:

“Eren… where tf is this coming from?”

He’s typing for a second before the bubble disappears.

Then:

[eren]:

“you knew i was feeling you.”

“you just ain’t wanna believe it cause i ain’t move like him.”

“but let’s be real, i BEEN on your ass.”

You blink. Because… he’s not wrong.

From all the teasing, back-to-back flirting, him occasionally saying how he felt about Connie taking too damn long to make a move on me—

He was always reminding me to protect my heart and not wait up.

And maybe that’s why this stung a little.

Because he was.

For a so-called player… he had a heart.

I guess? I’m still confused

But how did i know he wasn’t playing me just like they say he do the rest of them?

Then the final message hits:

[eren]:

“but i get it. y’all got history n shi.”

“And i’m good if you’re good…

just wish shit turned out different

for me and you.”

Now i’m really just sitting here… staring at the screen.

what the fuck is really going on.

How the fuck did a party for a single turn into all this??

TO BE CONTINUED

idk where i’m taking this but i hope y’all like this one and yea. i tried to speed edit it so i’ll probably go back over it. lmk what should happen next before i just come up with some. do this even need a part two 😭? i’ll probably maybe a whole new story or some. alr byeezzzz

[fandoms-in-law]

Lips

Summary: Steve asks Robin her opinion after getting distracted by his reflection at work. It leads to her being the supportive best friend over his crush.

Author's note: My brain is tired, the prompt I had for today was a bunch of words from loveheart sweets. It happened is all I can say.

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“Do I have hot lips?” Steve asked one quiet afternoon at Family Video. He’d been looking at his reflection in the window instead of hoping to see customers coming in.

Robin gave him an odd look, “I don’t know what that means.”

“Are my lips hot?” He repeated, “Attractive? Sexy? The alluring pout boys go crazy for?”

She shook her head, “Lips aren’t hot. Smiles are cute and actions made with a mouth can be hot but I refuse to believe hot lips exist unless burnt or covered with like chilli or hot sauce to make them feel like they’re burning.”

“So my lips aren’t hot?” He pouted at her.

Robin nodded resolutely, “Nobody’s are.”

Steve crossed his arms, huffing a little, “I think Eddie’s are when he’s quiet.”

She threw up her arms, moving to tidy the shelves. “I give in. Go and ask him!”

“You’re letting me leave work early?” He smirked at her, turning around.

“No! You’re on till until the end of the day.” Robin clicked towards it, laughing at his groan.

~

Robin had noticed the comment earlier on, but decided not to question it while they were in the shop. It wasn’t a good place to bring up the subject when too many people could overhear. Now they were at his home she had to ask, “So Eddie’s lips? You’ve noticed them before?”

“Haven’t you? They’re hot and gorgeous.” Steve agreed. “Why is that interesting?”

“Pretty sure we could ask everyone we know and they wouldn’t agree.” She stated, “Also because it’s nice to hear you talking about one person you like rather than vague attributes. It’s got to be my turn to tease you over a crush now.”

Steve rolled his eyes, “Really? Can’t I just be happy to have something that stands half a chance of happening for a while?”

“You entirely can be happy, but best friend rights say I can tease.” She agreed cheerfully, “Cause that’s what real love is.”

Playfully frustrated, he nodded, “Fine.”

~

“Maybe I should try playing DnD with them,” Steve muttered, waving the party out of Family Video. “Casually spend more time with Eddie that way.”

Robin scoffed, “Casually play DnD? You? Dream on Steve, none of them would be casual about that, and only Henderson knows you’ve even tried playing. It’d be major drama and all of Eddie’s friends would be suspicious of it.”

“What do you suggest then? I can’t hope for another town disaster to casually fold clothes next to my crush like you and Vickie.” He complained.

She thought for a moment, before gesturing, “Use that empty house of yours to advantage. Let them play there. You heard the brats say they’re having trouble arranging it since the school isn’t letting any clubs run while rebuilding work is happening.”

“Now who’s dreaming? If my parents get wind of that then I’ll be looking for somewhere new to live, not just a place to play a game.”

“And you’ll live with me. Besides, that’d require them actually coming back to the town they barely set foot in even before the ‘natural disasters’.” Robin pointed out easily.

~

The Corroded Coffin boys looked at Robin in confusion when she opened the door, getting shoved aside a moment later by Dustin who rolled his eyes when seeing the cause for the delay. “Come on, I want to get set up.” He called vanishing into Steve’s house.

“What’re you doing here, Buckley?” Gareth asked cautiously, taking slow steps as he entered the house, looking around as if expecting someone to attack him.

“It’s my besties home so I’m gonna be here whoever he’s got hanging out.” She simply explained. “Steve’ll be your waitress today. You know the rest of your roles. Anyone need a tour?”

The men shared a glance before following her through a little less cautiously.

~

They had a sleepover after the DnD had ended and everyone had gone home, collapsing together onto Steve’s bed, Robin curling into his side.

“Are you still teasing me about the new crush or can I ask you to be kind now?” Steve spoke quietly into the dark.

Robin had insisted they could talk better without lights on and it had actually become truth from the amount of times they’d done it. She didn’t try to turn and look at him, just made a quiet affirming noise.

He took a deep breath, “Do you think I actually could ask Eddie out? That he might agree if I do it right?”

“I think that if you just be you, he’ll be leaping at any chance to date you offer.” She answered slowly. “He’s always been pretty open about being queer and definitely flirts with you. Don’t change though. That’s one of the things people back off from when you do it. Just be you.”

“I can try that. What’d I do without you?” He sounded thoughtful, and horribly sentimental.

Robin nudged him gently, “Same answer, you’d just be you, lonely, stressed, babysitter you.”

“Hey!” He tickled her side in a short burst in retaliation for the tease. “I’m glad I’m not lonely when I’m just me with you.”

“Me too.”

[ggirlthatgotaway]

Not Cold Any Longer (modern au)

summary: Aemond is that guy you’ve known since you were kids, the one you’ve never talked to and that had gotten fucking weird. But you end up becoming friends, and you find out that not only he’s right about your shit boyfriend, but also that he’s a fucking ride that can keep you boiling hot all the time.

trigger warning: explicit language, mention of useless men, mention of Franz Ferdinand, sexual content, name calling, choking, slapping, loving, maybe other things.

word count: 6.2k

note: Aemond is not hotd-Aemond but the FontainesDC-hottie-freak (fuck me<3) . also english is my 3rd language and i haven’t written a complete smut since i was 13 (read, don’t judge) so yeah do tell me what you think

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The cold air of the night was hitting your face, and it stung your skin despite your best efforts to hide it in the collar of your jacket. You didn’t want to go back home, you wanted to keep walking, to go to him.

From your house to his, there was a six-minute drive, which meant a forty-five-minute walk for someone who walked quickly. Perfect, you thought to yourself as you glanced around the dark street, not a sound to be heard.

Your mind raced back to earlier that day, to the reason why you were walking to his house. His words replayed in your mind over and over: “Don’t you fuckin’ understand?! Really?” he had shouted, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open, but a hint of sadness was lacing them. He had tried to hide it, as always, like the rest of his emotions.

He had already told you that you were able to understand him despite his precautions- “I don’t fancy how ye keep readin’ me mind, love.” he had said with a soft grin and happy eyes. But that was a completely different circumstance; it was something light, about why he had started inviting you to gigs instead of bringing his friend, Sal.

Anyway, him telling you that you didn’t understand had your heart twisting in pain, both when those words had left his mouth and when you thought about them again.

He had gotten angry because of what you’d told him had happened with Ed, your boyfriend. His eyes had widened when you told him he’d left you waiting for an hour yesterday, because he ‘got distracted with his friends, and forgot to pick you up from your shift’. It was your anniversary.

But that wasn’t why Aemond had shouted to you that you didn’t understand- that came after. Earlier today, your phone had rang with his call: he had told you he was nearby, that his Ma had asked him to buy some bread before leaving for her shift, and if you minded if he stayed over a bit.

Spending time with him had become the highlight of your day recently, so a smile had curved your lips as you told him yes. He had arrived with a CD in his hands, “I know you like this shit.” he told you then, showing you the new album by Franz Ferdinand you had been planning to buy for weeks now.

You had gasped, and started covering his cheeks with kisses despite his half-hearted efforts to get away from your grip- half-hearted because his arm had already sneaked to hold your waist. “You’re mental.” you had told him with wide eyes, but he had just tutted and shrugged, leaving the CD on your desk and throwing himself on your bed.

“How did it go with the eejit?” he had asked you then, referring to Ed and your anniversary. His arm had been covering his eyes, but he took it away and looked at you when you hadn’t answered. “What did he do?” he had asked with a sigh.

You had briefly glanced at him before letting your gaze fall on the white and burgundy sheets of your bed. He wasn’t one who let go of this kind of things- not with you, at least- and you had known an answer was necessary if you weren’t planning on having him shut up and stare into your eyes for three hours.

So you had sighed heavily and brought your eyes back on his, “He didn’t show up.”

At your words, he had looked like he had stopped breathing. Then, he’d sunken his teeth into his lips, closed his eyes and let out a low and deep breath. “You’re aware he’s still breathing because you want him to?”

His eyes had opened again, and he’d directed them to you, waiting for your answer. When you’d nodded, he had continued: “Changed your mind?” he’d asked you, his tone slightly pleading, with a hint of hope. But you’d shaken your head.

You had seen his eyes closing again, and he’s let out another deep breath. “What did you do, then?”

“I walked.”

Silence had filled the air between you two once again, until he’d straightened up and sat on the edge of your bed. He had ran a hand on his face and settled his elbows on his knees, “You walked… Didn’t call me?”

“It’s just a ten minute walk.” you had tried to explain with a shake of your head, but he had stopped you.

“And now your throat aches.”

You had bitten the inside of your cheek at that. You were always cold, always wore two pairs of trousers to go to school, always had as many blankets as possible on your bed. Aemond knew, and each time you stepped foot into his house he had the kettle on, and the blanket that held the most warmth was folded and waiting on the couch, and he asked you right away if you wanted that ugly but incredibly warm sweater he never wore.

“It doesn’t.” you had told him, and it was true, because you were still healing from the last time you had the flue, and your antibodies were still strong.

“Mh.” he had said, nodding. You had never seen anger simmering quite as much as it did in him in that moment. “Why don’t you fucking leave him, mh? Still fuckin’ think he deserves you?” he had said, his voice rising at every word. “I’m genuinely curious, love- tell me.”

“Aemond…” you had said, interrupting yourself with a sigh. He had got up from the bed and walked over to the window, leaning his hands on the ledge. “I like him when he’s with me.”

“Well, that’s a fucking pathetic thing to say.” he had told you before turning around, his eyes as hard as ice, “That’s because you can’t find a bloody nice thing to say ‘bout him.”

“He’s still me boyfriend, though-“ you had tried to say before his shouts filled the room.

“And he shouldn’t fuckin’ be! It’s your fault he still is,” he had said, pointing a finger in your direction, “and it makes me fucking mental just thinking about it.”

“Then don’t, Aemond! It’s none of your fucking business!” you had tried to retort, but you had told it to yourself how daft your words had sounded, since it was Aemond the one always available to listen to you yap about how shite Ed made you feel while barely containing tears in your eyes.

“Shut up, don’t even fucking play this card with me!” he had yelled at you before taking a deep breath and pushing his black hair out of his face. That still hadn’t tamed the tone of his voice when he’d spoken again, “Don’t you fuckin’ understand?! Really?!” his eyes had been wide as he looked at you with a hint of desperation in hie voice, a hand held out to you in hope.

But your brows had furrowed, and your eyes had expressed nothing but confusion as you’d looked at him.

His hand had fallen and slapped his thigh, “Leave him, or don’t fucking talk to me again.”

He had walked away then, leaving you with wide eyes and the security that those words weren’t what he had been thinking about when he had told you that you didn’t understand.

And you admitted it to yourself as you walked to Aemond’s house at midnight, with the freezing cold of February seeping into your bones, that you might have waited a bit much to act on whatever you needed to act on.

But you did pat yourself on the shoulder for the strong punch you’d landed on Ed’s nose about an hour ago- which, in all honesty, was something you’d learnt from Aemond and the lessons he gave you so you could ‘have a wee chance to survive if they attacked you on the street’, if someone was to say it with his words.

After you had exited Ed’s house, a mischievous grin plastered on your lips, your thoughts had gone to Aemond right away, thinking about his laugh when you would have told him what you’d done. Your smile had fallen.

But it was fine, you told yourself as you walked faster in the dark night, because you were going to fix everything.

The truth was, you had never felt quite as empty as you did when Aemond had left your room that evening. And you had already known there that you needed to go to Ed’s and leave him- which you realised hurt your hand way more than it did your heart.

Aemond was right. Fucking Aemond Targaryen, the lad that wanted to talk to nobody at school except for you and Sal Quinn, the one that wanted no glimpse of a relationship, was right.

You needed to walk faster.

You took out your phone and flipped it open, pondering on whether or not to call him and ask him to pick you up on the street where Mae Allbrook lived. Realising that would have needed to stay still for at least three minutes as you waited for him, you flipped your phone closed and put it back into the pocket of your jeans.

You definitely didn’t do it because Aemond would have screamed at you for the entire ride back to his house- or better yet, for the ride and for the ten minutes he’d spend heating your hands up by rubbing them between his.

No, it was better to make your grand entrance at his house and have him freak out there, while you sat in front of the fire in his living room.

You let out a sigh when you saw the old, ruined red car, weakly lit by the nearby light pole. You almost ran to the door and jumped over the low gate, before taking out your phone again.

“Aemond,” you said when he answered. You heard the sigh he let out, and you understood how affected he, too, was about what had happened earlier that day. “I’m outside.”

He didn’t close the call after those words left your mouth, but you heard a stomp, and understood that he hadn’t even closed the call before launching himself off his bed and running downstairs.

The front door swung open in front of you, making your hair fly in front of your face. He didn’t wait for you to step inside, deciding instead to take matters into his own hands and grab your jacket to pull you in roughly.

Before you knew, he was muttering to himself behind you, his hands passing over your thighs over and over to heat them up. “You feel your hands yet?” he asked gruffly, not even trying to hide how he still remembered your last conversation word by word.

You nodded and said, “I’m not that cold.” but he tutted and shook his head, not believing a word. “Care to tell me the fuck you’re doing?” he finally asked.

“Apologising.” you answered after some seconds, slightly distracted by the way his wide palms transferred heat into the skin of your thighs. “You were right.”

You turned your head to look at him behind you, and he let out a sigh, stilling his movements and leaving his hands on the top of your legs. He threatened to move them to your hips, his movements slow and unsure, before his warm palms left your body and he got up on his feet, making you look at him from the floor, “I’m tired. Tell me if I have to bring you home or you crash here.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, getting up from the floor and grabbing your own arm with a hand. “Can I stay over?”

You saw the hesitation in his eyes as they met yours, but then he nodded towards the stairs, and you followed him to his room.

“Change.” he told you with an assertive tone once you reached his room, putting a hand in his wardrobe and throwing that ugly sweater and a pair of sweatpants at you.

You pressed your lips together to stifle a grin at his annoyed actions. But as you went to the bathroom to change, you couldn’t help but think about what his expression would be like when you finally told him.

His room was always quite dark and warm, and the dim light that came from the tank he kept Vhagar in made everything seem blue.

You approached him slowly, nibbling at the skin inside your lower lip as his eyes went from the ash tray set on his nightstand to you.

You could see the smoke of his Benson and Hedges coming out of his nose and going upwards. “Come here.” he said then, slightly defeated, but only half-heartedly.

So you climbed onto his bed and he reached out with a hand to touch your waist. “Still cold…” he muttered to himself before deciding to bring you closer to him.

He put off his cigarette on the ashtray and held you with his arms wrapped around you, a hand on the curve of your hip. “I’m sorry.” you told him, looking in his blue eyes you couldn’t quite see.

He didn’t say anything about your apology, but you felt his hand twitch on your hip. “What did you think you were doing, walking alone at this time?”

His features were lightened by those soft blue hues, making the sharp angles of his face even more so. You raised your hand and trailed your finger on his cheekbone. His skin was hot, and you felt him stop breathing at your touch. Your hand dropped back on the bed, “I left him.”

You started to worry when you didn’t see him starting to breathe again, but then he talked, “You’re not lying?”

When you shook your head in no, his hand tightened on your hip drastically. “Fuckin’ finally.” he said, letting out a deep breath. “What did he do?”

“Nothing,” you said with a shrug, “He just sat there, holding his nose after I punched him.”

You saw Aemond’s eyes widen, and the corners of his mouth curled up until they formed a wide grin. He started laughing, his chest shaking as he shook his head. “Wonderful woman…” he muttered, leaning his mouth on your shoulder, making goosebumps spread wildly on your skin.

He started caressing your hip then, going dangerously close to your arse as he always did. But still, what you felt was a deep sense of peace there: at his house, in his arms, surrounded by the smell of smoke and green tea that clung to his skin.

You’d known each other since you were kids, since way before he had started dying his hair black and got into the metal music he had definitely been listening to before you called him.

But you had never really talked until four months ago. You had your friends, he had his, all outside of school, and you both had never bothered trying to talk. It had all changed in a matter of days after an English Literature project.

It felt weird when you thought about it, trusting someone the way you did him after so few time, even if you’d known him for ever, because you’d never really talked.

“You know I love you, right?” you said then. It was out of the blue, really, but you couldn’t help it.

Those three words seemed to hit him more than you intended them to. He paused the movement of his hand on your hips and cleared his throat, straightening himself slightly. He still didn’t answer, though, but simply sighed and left a kiss on your forehead.

“I don’t care about you saying it back: I just want you to know I love you.” you said hurriedly but calmly, distancing yourself slightly to look at him, finally able to do it properly since your eyes adjusted to the dark.

He let out a snorted laugh at your words, and shook his head. “D’you think I don’t love you?” he asked you, his voice low and husky. His grip on your hip tugged you close so you were sitting on top of him, “That’s not the problem, princess.”

“I don’t understand-“ you tried to argue, but he laughed again, interrupting you.

“You do, love… You do.” he said before leaning close to your ear. His nose brushed against your earlobe, his lips against your jaw as his breath ghosted your skin and he murmured lowly, “You got me wrapped around your finger... Got me doing whatever you want me to.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Your hand was gripping his shoulder and your nails were definitely digging in his skin through his sweater, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“And now…” he whispered , interrupting himself to let out an unironic laugh and shaking his head. “Now you’re sitting on my lap, pretending not to notice how fucking hard my cock is for you.”

You were breathing fast, so fast you felt the blood pumping in your ears, and his words did nothing to quell that. His smirk remained on his lips as he brought his cold blue eyes back to yours.

He tilted his head to the side, a strand of his dark, dyed hair falling over his eyes. “What do you plan on doing about it, then?” he asked, the teasing tone still present. But the way his eyes darkened, the way his grip on your hip tightened, told a different story.

Was it real what he’d said? That he loved you, craved you so much that his cock was rock hard after barely five minutes of you sitting on him?

“About…” you said, pressing your lips together, trying to gather the courage to complete the sentence. You found it when the corner of his mouth quirked up again and both his hands found their way to your arse, squeezing it and pulling you flush against him. The action made you let out a small sigh, but you decided not to let yourself fear him, so you raised a hand and brought the strand of black hair away from his face. “What do I plan on doing about your cock?” you said in a whisper.

His mouth curved into a smirk and he breathed out another laugh due to your words. He was usually the dirty one, even if you still didn’t exactly know how dirty he was. “Yeah, ‘bout that…” he confirmed with two slight nods of his head. “Now that you’re fully aware of what you do to me.” he added, letting out a deep breath.

One hand remained firm on your arse, keeping you right where he wanted you, while the other moved up to your face. He traced the line of your jaw with his thumb, feeling the softness of your skin and the pulse quickening beneath it. In that moment, all the cold you had felt as you had walked to his house for forty minutes was completely forgotten, disappeared in your mind like ash after a breath.

“What do you think I should do?” you asked, swallowing harshly. You suddenly felt stupid for the question, and you did even more when he snorted out another laugh.

He leaned forward, his lips dangerously close to your ear. "Why don't ye use your imagination, Princess?" he whispered huskily. The hand on your face slid back, cupping your cheek as his thumb continued to brush against your lower lip.

“Okay…” you whispered out in a breath as you nodded. Then you slowly leaned into the brief distance that separated you two, brushing your lips against his before pressing them into a kiss.

It was rushed, definitely stupid, but you wanted to try and see how it felt. His lips had always looked rough to you, chipped and bloodied in winter, but now, against yours, they were soft, boiling hot, sweet and incredibly inviting.

His hand tightened its grip on your arse, pulling you even closer to his body as his other hand tangled itself in your hair, angling your head for better access to your mouth.

His kiss was even gentle, which surprised you, but more than anything it made you want more. When his grip on your hair tightened and pulled on it just enough to make you wet but not enough to hurt excessively, a moan came up your throat and overturned into his mouth.

He pulled away before capturing your lower lip between his teeth and letting it go. His hand slapped your arse, making you jolt forward and making him laugh. “Slut.” he muttered, closing the distance between you two again.

You let out a chuckle against his lips, and started grinding your hips against his. Right away, he groaned and pulled you closer still, eagerly helping you with your movements.

His other hand moved from your cheek to your neck, fingers gripping gently but firmly. "Is that what you want, princess?" he growled, breaking the kiss briefly to let you breathe. His eyes bore into yours, dark with lust. "You want to feel me inside you?" he asked, voice strained and husky.

You were slightly startled by his hand around your throat, by his thumb stroking your pulse point like it was the most fragile and precious thing in his world. You bit your lower lip and your hands wrapped around the wrist of the hand that was holding you, which made his lips part in what looked like feral hunger, before nodding.

Your response was everything he needed to hear. His hand on your neck tightened slightly as he claimed your mouth once more, kissing you harder. His hips thrust upward, pushing his erection against your core, as if to emphasize his words. He let go of your hair, his hand trailing down your back until it reached your waist.

His lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, nipping at your skin before tracing a scorching path down to your neck. He loved the way you moaned when he bit you there, and he did so again, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. "Fuck…" he breathed against your skin, his fingers digging into your waist. He seemed to need to feel you, to make sure this whole thing was real. "Use your words, Princess."

A whine escaped your lips before you were able to reply, and you felt completely daft other then drenched between your thighs. “Yes,” you said, your words like a plea, “I want you inside of me.”

His eyes bore in yours for two seconds before he pushed you off him, making you land on your hands on the mattress. He pulled himself up, standing on his knees on the bed, “Take your clothes off.” he ordered with a nod of his head as he stared down at you, his tone leaving no space for arguing.

With a heavy chest, mouth parted and eyes wide, you complied. You unzipped his black jumper, trying not to be clumsy as you slipped it off your arms.

Still, Aemond seemed unable to wait, because he quickly threw the jumper off the bed before his fingers found the bow you tied to the string of his sweatpants.

He undid it as you took your shirt off. “How many fuckin’ pair of trousers you’ve got on?!” he growled, both bothered and amused when he found a pair of leggings under the sweats.

You let out a chuckle as he did the same, shaking his head as he pulled the first layer of fabric off roughly, before doing the same with the second.

He stopped when you were left with only your underwear, and he stared bluntly, pressing his lips together as his chest raised and fell heavily.

You moved your right leg to brush its calf against his clothed thigh, your eyes on his. His hissed in a breath, his hand gripping your thigh like he wanted to rip off the meat to eat it. “It’s your turn.” you whispered as you let your leg wander higher.

The action gained you his grip to tighten and a slap to be delivered to your thigh. But he complied, pulling his t-shirt off from the collar and blindly throwing it somewhere before pulling down his trousers.

He put a hand on your knee and settled between your thighs, crushing his mouth against yours once again. The roughness of Aemond's touch sent sparks flying across your skin, igniting a fire within you that burned out of control. He pressed you further into the mattress, his body aligning perfectly with yours. You could feel every inch of his bare torso, each ripple of muscle and scar, his heat enveloping you like a living flame.

His grip on your thigh loosened and his fingers went up until they reached you inner thigh, teasing you as if he wasn’t dying for it. You whined against his mouth, squirming under his touch.

He chuckled against your mouth, and he gave into your desires in a matter of seconds, sliding his hand inside your drenched knickers and exploring your folds. He breathed heavily on your wet lips after he had to break the kiss. He looked at you as he slipped a finger inside, and watched intently as your face contorted in pleasure.

“Think, Princess…” he drawled, his lips brushing against yours before doing the same on your cheek. He added another finger, making you let out a moan. “Think of each touch I give you tonight…”

He stopped his movements temporarily, taking his fingers out and making you gasp, to grab the sides of your knickers and pull them down and off roughly.

His mouth reached your neck while his fingers found your cunt once again, entering you in such a beautiful way your eyes rolled back. He started pumping his fingers in and out roughly, making your breath catch in your throat before it came out in a broken scream.

“Think of this, and then back at that fuckin’ halfwit that you let inside this beautiful cunt.”

Your wetness was completely coating his fingers at that point, and he seemed to enjoy it like nothing else, or so it seemed as you looked at him through half-closed eyelids.

He continued his assault, his thumb pressing against your clit, rubbing circular motions on it, as his lips left kisses, hot and wet, on the skin of your neck. They made you remember how his hand felt wrapped around your throat, and you found yourself craving it once again.

The memory and the sensations he was giving you only fuelled your wetness, and your orgasm drew closer. “Aemond…” you breathed out, your cunt clenching desperately around his fingers.

Just as if he was reading your mind, his lips left the soft skin of your neck to leave space for his free hand. You let out an embarrassing whimper when his fingers wrapped securely under your jaw.

“I think you’re liking it too much…” Aemond groaned, his voice husky and gravel as his fingers worked restlessly inside your pussy. “I should stop.”

Your hand found the wrist of the hand that was holding your neck when those words left his mouth, and you let out an irritated moan, kicking his side with a trembling leg.

He let out a small laugh, his pupils so dilated that his eyes appeared black. Aemond’s fingers went faster, making you let out a strangled yell as your eyes stayed fixed on his.

Your legs threatened to close, but he avoided it by getting closer, his breath now ghosting over your face. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” he groaned, crushing your lips against his as your pussy spasmed around his long fingers.

He kept them there after you climaxed, slowing the movements of his fingers progressively before sliding them out. He brought them to his lips like an instinctive motion.

He groaned at the sight of your flushed face, your eyes glazed with pleasure, and the way your body still trembled from the orgasm he'd given you, and definitely even for the taste of you he was licking from his fingers. You bet he loved reducing you to this state - wanting, needing, begging for him.

"Fuck," he breathed out, getting off the bed and taking off his boxers. His cock was hard, veiny, and you found yourself thinking of it inside you, stretching you out while you felt every singe thing he wished you to.

He opened the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a condom, opening the plastic with his teeth and discarding both the useless pieces carelessly on the floor. He slid it on, barely looking at what he was doing before he nodded at you, “Take that shit off.”

You furrowed your brows and looked down, noticing you still had your bra on. You were still breathing heavily, but you quickly did as he’d asked.

He moved back on the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight as he approached you with hunger. He was like a madman- you had never seen him like this before.

He kissed you again, hooking his hand under your right knee and folding its leg over the other. It provided him with the perfect view of your ass and face, and it seemed to be the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen as he broke the kiss to take a look at you.

One hand found the top of your thigh while he used the other to hold himself up on the mattress. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around your nipple, making your hand fly to his hair and a gasp escape your throat.

His hand left your thigh and went to his cock, guiding it to your pussy. He teased your already tender flesh with his tip, making you both groan.

His mouth disclosed around your nipple and he lied his forehead against your shoulder. “Fuck…” he breathed out once again, shaking his head before straightening up.

His hand went back to your thigh, and he ground himself against you. His head rolled back and his eyes closed at the contact, his mouth fell agape.

And you, with his cock almost inside you and his hand pinning your body to his will, couldn’t help but look at him: at the sweat that clung to his body, at his long hair you craved to pull, at his fingers that had just made you cum like nobody ever did.

When he opened his eyes again, they locked on yours right away, staring down at you. Then, he thrust inside you in one, swift and steady motion, filling you up with his cock just like you wanted him to. You weren’t cold any longer.

You didn’t try to conceal the scream if pure pleasure that escaped your lips at his motion, and he didn’t hide his. “Shit, Aemond!” you moaned, brows furrowed as you looked up at him.

“Don’t look at me like that…” he grunted, punctuating his phrase with a thrust, making your body jolt forward despite the way his hand was holding you tightly. “I’m already trying not to cum.”

His words made you cheeks heat up and a grin spread on your lips as he began to thrust inside you. Your head fell back onto the pillow, feeling every vein on his cock despite the latex separating you- maybe you were fooling yourself, but you were fine with it.

Aemond’s thrusts left you both breathless, and filled the room with the sound of skin meeting skin in perfectly rough motions.

Nothing had ever felt as good as the feeling of him inside you, and the way you squirmed and gasped beneath him made him understand that perfectly, other than making you feel like a pathetic whore.

His hand on your thigh was leaving red marks that had the shape of his fingers, and you loved it. “Please… Harder.” you found yourself begging, and he complied.

His hand left your thigh, gave your ass a firm slap before balling into a fist and pressing into the mattress to hold him up. His other hand reached your hair and grabbed a fistful, twisting it between his fingers before tugging on it sharply, making you yelp and arch your back.

“You asked for it, pretty girl.” he said with a wicked grin, pounding into your with more force than before. His hips collided against the skin of your ass he’d just slapped, making it even redder.

In response, your hand wrapped around his arm and your nails dug into the fair skin, making him grunt and pull even harder on your hair.

He fucked you harder as a form of punishment which he knew would only make things better for both of you. “Look at me, Princess.” Aemond breathed out the order, his chest heaving and his mouth open.

When you did, he let out an uncontrolled moan and gave you a particularly hard thrust, “Who owns you now, mh?”

The dirty talk, the rough treatment - it all fueled your desire, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. That’s why your lips curved into a grin.

But he wasn’t playing, because his fist opened and he slapped your ass again, “Answer.” he ordered. There, you understood it was all about pleading you to tell him, to reassure him, that Ed was gone from your mind, that he was the one inhabiting it.

“You do.”

At your words, and your burning eyes that accompanied them, Aemond grinned, turning you onto your stomach and pulling you ass up, all without exiting your tight heat.

He pushed your hips down until your chest pressed down on the soft comforter, and he started pounding again.

The change of position made your mind go blank, and your eyes almost saw white for how deep he reached.

He leaned in, still slamming into your with from behind like wild animal- his grin gone. “Who owns you, Princess?” he asked you again with the most guttural voice you’d ever heard coming from him.

“You!” you screamed with the few air and fewer focus the new position left you, as you felt your second orgasm approach like a storm above a deep sea.

“Good girl.” Aemond breathed out, his thrusts becoming erratic and his grip tightening as he let out a loud moan. His pace quickened, his breathing turned even more ragged, and you could feel him as he started losing control.

“Aemond!” you yelled, your voice slightly muffled by the pillow pressed against your cheek.

Hearing you scream his name, seeing the pleasure on your face, sent Aemond made him go even more mental than before: he pounded into you harder, faster, the bed rocking underneath the ferocity of his movements.

And your vision narrowed, your thoughts filled only with images of him and the feeling of his cock pounding restlessly inside you as your cunt clamped down around his cock, like you wanted him stretching you wider, breaking you even more.

The sensation of your second orgasm hitting you sent him over the edge, and with few powerful thrusts and a low growl, he came, filling the condom up to the brim.

Spent, he let himself fall on the bed, careful not to hurt you as he pulled out and wrapped his arms around your waist, making your back press against his chest.

He buried his face into your neck, breathing heavily. You bit your lip hard, trying to calm down and speak, “You were slightly better than Ed.”

You felt him let out a breathed laugh against your neck, but that didn’t save you from the slap he gave your ass. “Shut up.”

You jolted forward but chuckled. Then freed yourself from his embrace, making him frown and lock his eyes on you.

You scooted down, enjoying his confused expression and showing it with a grin, until you lied with your chest on his legs.

You pulled the used condom off his still-hard cock with a wicked gleam in your eyes. You revelled in the way his breath caught in his throat at your actions, and even more so when his mouth opened in pleasure as you started cleaning him off his cum with your tongue.

His hand went to your hair, holding the side of your face as you looked up at the desperate look for more in his eyes.

“Shit…” he breathed out raggedly. “You’re such a slut…”

You grinned, and started trailing kisses up his stomach and to his neck until you sat on top of him again. You cupped his cheek in your hand and kissed him, aware of how he could taste himself on your tongue.

His arms held you tight against his warm chest, his forehead against yours as you broke the kiss, and you couldn’t help but think about how many months you had thrown at the wind when you could have been in his bed, warm and…

“I love you.”

[inthelibrarybtw]

in the waves | r.c

RAFE MASTERLIST

pairing: bsfb!rafe x kook!reader

summary: having beach days was one of the most normal things for you; after all, you had lived in the Outer Banks all your life. Your friends made those days even better. For you and Rafe, the beach was full of happy memories. That day was meant to be another beach day added to the list. Just that. Maybe one of the best.

word count: 3.0k

content: childhood family friends, fluff, cursing, angst, no comfort, mentions of storms, coast guard, drowning, inaccurate weather/ocean talk, Christian faith, prayer mentioned.

authors note: I had a dream a few months ago and decided I wanted to write something about it. I teared up a bit while I was writing this. Maybe will do a part 2? I don't know

Rafe has known you for as long as he can remember. You have been a constant in his life, and he has learned to like you. When you were kids, you were just another annoying girl who came over, thanks to Sarah. But you were different. You had always been less annoying than the others, although he never admitted that to you, at least not before you two became friends. Somewhere around the time you finally made it to high school, and he was a junior, things changed. You changed. 

You were no longer a little girl, and it was easier to hang out with you. Thanks to Sarah and Topper's dating, the friend groups had merged, and you also became a good friend to Rafe. He was great once you got to know him. He had his moments, but he was loyal to his friends and loved ones. 

From that moment on, you kept getting close to him, maybe a bit too close. You never fully started dating; it was more of an unspoken tension between both of you. He knew you liked him, and you knew he liked you. Everyone was aware of this; you were the official unofficial couple of the group after Sarah and Topper broke up. Even when the Pogues started hanging out more around you, they knew better than to try anything with you. 

It was a bit of a gloomy day, but all your friends were gathering to go to the beach. You weren’t in the mood to go, but you had been busy for the last week and had barely had time to spend with Sarah and the rest. So there you were, getting ready for a day at the beach. You had chosen to wear a white dress and were just finishing packing your bag when Rafe texted you. 

3:30 PM Rafe: I’m here, pretty girl. Should I come in or wait outside?  

3:30 PM You: I’m ready. I will be out in a sec.  

The text brought an immediate smile to your face. You grabbed your bag and phone and walked downstairs. When you opened the door, he was standing outside his car, leaning back against it. 

“You look so pretty,” he said, a smile on his face. You smiled back at him. 

“I told you, you don’t have to get out of your car.”  

“Yeah, well, too bad; I like waiting for you here,” he said as he took your bag to put it inside his car and then opened the door for you.  

“Thank you,” you smiled as you got into his car. He walked back to the driver's seat and started the car. He turned to look at you.  

“Is everything okay?” he asked, and you nodded.  

“Yes, I wasn’t really in the mood to come today, but I haven’t seen everyone in a while, so…”  

“Hey, no. If you don’t feel like going, let's do something else. They won’t get mad; I promise.”  

“Rafe…”  

“Y/N, I’m being serious. If you don’t want to go, I can turn back or go somewhere else. It’s okay.”  

“No, no, come on. I haven’t seen them in a while.” He turned to look at you one more time and sighed.  

“Fine… let’s go, but if you want to leave at any point, just tell me.” You nodded.  

He didn’t want to admit it, but he had a bad feeling about this. He tried not to overthink it, but it wasn’t normal for you to suddenly feel like you didn’t want to go somewhere. He had spent a lot of time around you and your family, knowing that when you felt like you no longer wanted to go somewhere, you wouldn’t go. It was something your grandmother had said, and he had heard it a couple of times when he was at your house. What he gathered from it was that if you had the urge not to go anymore, you wouldn’t go to keep yourself safe. Your grandmother said it was as if your body knew something was wrong and was protecting you by making you feel uneasy and reluctant to go.  

Rafe never questioned the feeling when you explained what your grandmother had taught you. He actually started to do the same, and a couple of times, he noticed that the feeling had indeed been right. Something had happened on the road he would usually take or at the place he was meant to be. He became superstitious to an extent. So, at that moment, he had a gnawing feeling in his stomach. Maybe it was nothing; a couple of times, he had been wrong about it too, and everything was fine when he still pushed past the feeling of going to the place.  

“I’m just tired; it’s nothing else,” you said, unsure if you were trying to convince yourself or him.

—

You arrived at the beach where the rest of your friends were, and all sense of uneasiness left your body. Maybe you were, in fact, just tired, but Rafe was still a bit on edge. He kept an eye on you at all times and tried to stay as close to you as he could. 

Everyone was doing their own thing; some of the guys were surfing. Kie was walking around with Sarah, searching for turtles since it was hatching season, and you and Rafe were in the water. He looked at you like you meant everything to him. Because you did. 

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and you smiled up at him. “So…” he began to speak. 

“So…?” you replied. 

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you for a long time,” he smiled at you as he traced your arms with his fingertips. 

“Yeah? What is it?” you asked with a big smile, sensing what he was going to ask. 

“I think it’s long overdue, and I’m sorry it took me so long to ask.” 

“You still haven’t,” you chuckled softly. 

“Ha, ha, just let me finish.” You nodded and allowed him to continue. “I wanted to do this differently, but seeing you right now, I just can’t wait anymore. Will you be my girlfriend?” he asked, cupping your face gently as if you might break. 

“Yes,” you giggled. 

“My girl,” he said in a raspy voice as he leaned in to kiss you. When he pulled back, you smiled at each other before he spoke again. “I made a dinner reservation for us today at your favorite restaurant. The plan was to ask you there,” he admitted.

“Well, this is even more perfect. The beach, us in the ocean—what else do I need?”  

“Yeah, well, we are still going to have dinner.”  

“Yes, our first dinner as boyfriend and girlfriend,” you said with a smile, pecking his lips softly one more time.  

“Yes, finally!” he said as he kissed you once more. A gentle wave hit your and his legs. You smiled during the kiss before he pulled back and picked you up, walking back to the beach.  

“Rafe!” you yelped in between giggles.  

“What? Are you going to tell me I can’t pick up my girlfriend now?” he smirked, and you just laughed it off.  

For the next hour, everyone gathered to eat snacks, listen to music, and talk. The conversation was filled with laughter and comments about how you two had finally made things official. After a while, everyone went to put their clothes back on to take some pictures with the sunset in the background.  

You and Rafe took pictures together, and he captured photos of you that he promised to send so you could post them on Instagram. He excused himself to go to the bathroom and kissed you before he left.  

“I’ll be back.”  

“Okay, I’m going to go with the girls to take more pictures.” You smiled at him.  

You moved closer to the shore to take more pictures. Topper and Kelce were picking up some things, so it was just you and the Pogues. The pictures near the shore were always nice; you liked how the water splashed on your feet. It was quite windy that day, but you didn’t mind—it would look good in the pictures. The waves in the background, your dress and hair flowing in the wind.

Your hair blew into your face, so you didn’t see a small rock, causing you to fall backward. You felt the water behind you and laughed softly. You were about to say something, but a stronger wave interrupted you. It not only hit you but also dragged you back. The tide was coming in. You let out a high-pitched scream when you felt yourself being pulled away. Sarah panicked and started screaming for John B and anyone nearby. They couldn’t reach you without being dragged in too. You knew how to swim, but in that moment, it felt like your brain shut down. You tried screaming and swimming somewhere, but the current was stronger than you. Water was getting into your eyes and mouth. Was this how it felt to drown? You questioned yourself. 

The current kept pulling you away; you tried to relax, but you were terrified. You started crying, or at least you thought you did; the water kept hitting your face, making you unsure if you were really crying, but it felt like you were. Kie had been the first to react, running to call the lifeguards, while Pope was dialing 911 because they didn’t know what to do. JJ kept screaming your name. You heard something, but you were being pulled somewhere. 

Topper and Kelce ran back when they heard the screams. Sarah and Cleo were crying. John B. and JJ were trying to figure out what to do. It was getting darker, so neither you nor they could see you well. Amid all the movement, you felt a stinging pain in your leg and one on your head. In pain, stress, and fear of dying, you tried to float. You were so far from the shore that you could barely see anything. You threw your head back to float on your back; you did your best, but the waves kept hitting your face. You coughed and cried in desperation. You looked up at the sky and thought of your parents, your friends, and Rafe.

Your vision became blurry, and it all went black. You didn’t care who; you needed someone to find you. Someone needed to find you.  

Rafe returned to the chaos and panic. Pope, John B, Kelce, and JJ were in the water, screaming your name. The lifeguards were already searching for you.  

“Rafe…” Sarah’s broken voice called out to him. “I’m sorry…” His heart dropped. Why was his sister apologizing?  

“Why are you apologizing? Where is Y/N?”  

“She…” Her voice came in broken, soft cries. “We… we… were just taking pictures, and she fell. Then a wave… and she—”  

“She what, Sarah?!” He started panicking. “WHERE IS SHE?”  

He kept saying your name over and over again.  

“WHERE IS SHE?!” Topper grabbed him and shook his head, which only caused him to lose it. He felt the tears streaming down his face.  

“They are already looking for her,” Kelce said.  

“FUCK!” His breathing started to become more shallow. “FUCK!” he screamed again, then he turned back to Sarah. “She didn’t even want to come, but she wanted to make YOU ALL HAPPY!”

Sarah froze at his words. Rafe was blaming her, and she didn’t know how to react. She knew Rafe always had to blame someone; even if no one was at fault, that’s just how his brain worked.  

“It’s no one’s fault,” Kie said in a broken whisper.  

“IT IS! SHE DIDN’T WANT TO FUCKING COME!” he screamed back as the tears continued streaming down his cheeks. No one was saying anything. No one knew what to say—not to Rafe. To them, you were their best friend; to Rafe, you were different. He had just possibly lost the love of his life, the only girl he ever cared about. His girl. You were everything he never thought he needed or wanted.  

“They will find her,” someone said; Rafe no longer cared who was speaking. He walked to the shore and stepped into the water, with Topper and Kelce behind him to stop him from doing something reckless.  

“Rafe, stop!” Kelce said, but he ignored his friends’ calls. The beach had turned into a place just for them, with the Coast Guard and police searching all over for you. Topper grabbed him by the shoulders.  

“You can’t go there, Rafe! She needs you here. What if they bring her back and you’re the one they can’t find, huh?”  

“You don’t even know if she’s still alive!” Rafe’s voice broke. “YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!” He sat on the sand and sobbed. Topper and Kelce didn’t know what to do; they had never seen Rafe like this. They were also worried, but it didn’t compare to how Rafe felt. They stood next to him, trying to provide some form of comfort. “She didn’t want to come; she said she didn't feel like it! AND LOOK!”

Sarah had grown closer, and she understood what those words meant. She also knew about the saying you and your family had. It broke her to realize that right at that moment. She understood why Rafe was blaming her because she knew everyone had warned her not to miss it since they had barely spent time together. Now she felt guilty as well.

They all tried to convince Rafe to go back home. It was useless; his home was lost at sea, dragged by the waves. If it were up to him, he would be in the water, swimming his life away if it meant you would come back to him. He wanted you, needed you safe. He went to scream at the police and the coast guard, telling them they better not stop for a second or they would regret it. Shoupe didn’t doubt his words but also saw the pain etched on his face.

They had called your family. Rafe had told them everything, and he blamed himself. Your mother had ensured he knew it was not his fault. That he was leaving for the bathrooms so far from the beach had not caused the current to take you away. They also tried to convince him to go back home and rest. He stayed in his car or walked along the shore, hoping he would be the one to find you.

That day, he was supposed to open Instagram and post a picture of you two, with the date of the day as the caption, finally making it official that you two were a couple. But things didn’t turn out as they should; so yes, he opened Instagram and posted a picture and a story, but to let people know you were lost. A current had taken you away; if anyone had seen or would see anything, please let him or your family know.

He was supposed to take you to dinner, then back home to spend the night with you, finally as his girlfriend. He cried all night long and screamed his heart out to the sky. He wasn’t super religious, but he knew you did believe in God. So he did what he never thought he would. He prayed, more like complained to God. He talked to the sky, asking it to please keep you safe, to bring you back safe and alive. He needed you alive; he didn’t care about anything else more than that.

You saw how he prayed and cried his heart out. Why were you seeing him? You remembered everything going black, but right now, you had returned to the shore. Your friends were there talking, and you called, but no one answered. As you kept walking, you saw everything and everyone looking for you. Why were you there? You couldn’t be dead; you knew where your body was, and it hurt. So why were you able to see everyone?

You felt the need to cry upon seeing him, then you opened your eyes. You didn’t know where you were; you were still in the water. You couldn’t die, so you swam. Somehow, you did it. You found a rock and grabbed onto it; as you tried to climb, it cut your hand.  

“Shit…” you cursed to yourself. You pushed past the pain and made it to the other side. There was another rock, lower, and you sat there. You coughed and shivered. The waves kept hitting you, but you couldn’t do more. Your whole body ached, and you were hurt. You lay your head back and looked at the sky one more time, silently pleading to be safe, to get rescued. You didn’t want to die, but if that was the only way you were going to be safe, then you could eventually come to terms with the idea.  

“I don’t want to die, please God,” you whispered as you cried. You closed your eyes and hoped for the best. You tried to fight the sleepiness, but it was useless. You didn’t know if it was the pain, the exhaustion, or something else, but your body gave up.  

Rafe felt empty, as if a part of him had been ripped away. He calmed himself and walked down the beach to find a place for some silence. He found a rock to sit on and looked at the sea. A few minutes passed, and he felt a pang in his chest that made him let out a broken sob that sounded more like a scream. It physically hurt him to know you were lost in the sea, in the waves, in the one place that had been the happiest for so long. He blamed himself for not insisting enough to make you stay home.  

“Just let her be safe; please bring her back. I need her back,” he said one more time, looking up to the sky in tears.

That night, no one could sleep. All the Pogues had stayed together, and Topper and Kelce had remained close to Rafe to ensure he didn’t do anything. They didn’t try to approach him because they knew better. Rafe wanted to be alone. The only company he desired was not there.

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[cigarettesaftersae]

Cream puff extra

note: uhh first time smut (it's not really smut at the same time)

CW: kinda smut (making out, kissing, hands touching everywhere)

art: @/pa1077 on twitter

The pencil in your hand stood solid for a good minute in your hands, you eyes only leveled at your diary. You promised today, you had to write your diary entry. Since the notebook remain empty on pages for some days— knock knock— who? You jumped a little at the sudden sound. So focused onto this one situation you practically forgot everything around you, even the cat plushie on the floor you forgot to pick up. Looking over to the window you spot a creepy figure—intruder!—wait…Ryu?..

Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest, adrenaline surging—until you realized it wasn’t an intruder. It was just Ryusei. The surface pads of your fingers quickly open the window, nicely welcoming in your intruder.

“Ryu—my parents are here and it’s midnight, are you..okay?”

“Don't got any cuts or bruise buzz” he lets his feet rest on the carpet on your room, acting nonchalant on breaking in your house

“Shouldn't you be home? We start school tomorrow…”

“Yeah we do…” He scoffs away the mention of School, hardly caring about that topic. “Is Summer asleep?”

“Yes, you can't wake her up” he invites himself on your bed, picking up the cat plushie on the floor and hugging it into his chest. Why would he be here before school started again? Is he in trouble? Or—running from the police?!

“Ryu tell me what's going on?”

“Nothing cupcake, just missed the pretty little nose of yours. Can’t I visit my dear buzz?”

“We hanged out and called this whole summer and we go to the same school? You visit me everyday…seriously is everything okay—”

“And I said I wanted to see ya, nothing hard to understand hm?”

Simple words yes, but you knew him. Too well, way too well. You practically spent this wholeeeeeee summer with him. On call, in-person, with Summer or not, you and him were two peas in a pod. Even Lui got jealous because Ryusei somehow ate more popsicles with you than you did with her. “Ryu, I…” you began, shy on your words. You wanted to tell him it was okay to soften up. Your his friend, he’s your friend. Encourage him on the journey of life, that whatever's on his mind, you’d never hate him for it. You can't think in s world where you would ever hate him. You don't even think you could live a real life if he one day just disappeared. You have to tell him!

What if you say something stupid…? Maybe he doesn't even care. For some friend yapping about the syrup of truth. Like anybody cared about what you say.

He’s your friend. “I…I want you to know I’m here.” You avoid eye contact as you voice your concerns. Embarrassed of your wisdom but nonetheless you didn't want your greatest friend to feel like he couldn't tell you anything. “I know we haven’t really gotten to talk about much real...emotional stuff but you're very special to me Ryu. I just hope that you can be comfortable when you—” desperate, hungry, cruelling hands scratch the back of your neck and head pushing you to his direction—the direction of his lips. Burning, a vigorous, longing kiss drenched your tongue against his warm muscle. You didn't even realize you had slowly lied down on your back, the muscle figure of Ryu’s so eager to press his skin onto yours. You could taste the spit dripping, swirling, licking your gums, and teeth, all over the inside of your delicious mouth.

He tasted more sweet than any baking you handled.

The pulse on your moist tongue never felt more pleasurable, the insatiable demand that took control over your body was breathless—heart-pounding. Your hands on the sides of his sharp jaw, his hands on the sides of your pretty waist, your tempting meat of hips. You just couldn't stop, neither could he. His hot, thrilling lips tasted you whole, but if it was one thing. It was passionate, pure, true, and hot. Sweaty, alluring, and bloodthirsty. Love not lust. The bed began to creek little by little as he pushed you down deeper. As he slowly let his tip of tongue take one more taste of yours, a string of salvia followed dramatically, all while looking sublime. A moment passed as you both took a minute to breathe. His breath kissed your nose and so did yours to his. You didn’t have anymore words to say, at all. His eyes not begging to not leave yours and his forehead sweating against yours. “I wish I could stay longer…just with you…” his words were so, so quiet “I’ll see you later buzz” he then left one more kiss—on your soft cheeks and left out the window before you could gather the remaining consciousness, hopefully he didn't eat it while he was kissing—uh…making out? Eating? Exactly what was that.

Note: kiss was about 7 seconds, july 7th is his bday and the amount of months you've been friends with him

[marksmelodies]

nct dream reactions to finding out you’re fwb/ secretly dating another member

genre: idol x fem reader au

warnings: cussing, suggestive, sex

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mark

mark was currently running to the convenience store quickly getting some drinks as the rest of the boys were hanging out in the kitchen of their dorm.

“ man mark left his phone here” renjun says picking it up seeing spam messages from you

y/n: i cant wait to see you tonight markie <3

y/n: what time are you planning on leaving ur place?

y/n: just tell them you’re going to the studio or something

y/n: let me know when you’re on the way later, i wanna get all pretty for you, i’m gonna wear the new lingerie set you got me

y/n: even though you’re just gonna rip it right off

y/n: we haven’t fucked in so long, i might be really tight for you, i know you always complain how you finish super quick when i’m really tight, you might wanna cum once before heading to my place so you’ll last longer

renjun face immediately turns red after reading the messages, he knew he messed up, slamming the phone back down on the table he looks up at the members

“ i just read something i definitely shouldn’t have.”

renjun

you had just gotten out of the shower getting ready for a get together with the dream members, renjun came over before everyone else to help set up.

“babe did you buy more condoms like i asked, we used the last ones last night?” you yell to renjun through the house before the thought leaves your mind.unbeknownst to you the boys had arrived while you were showering, renjun mentally face palmed himself knowing the guys would never let this go… dreading looking up to see the boy’s reactions, before he could look up you walked out of your room “ junnie did yo - oh” you cut yourself off as you realized who all was in your living room already.

“babe??” jaemin questions

“ CONDOMS?!?! EXPLAIN YOURSELVES!!” haechan screams with his eyebrow raised.

“ i think it’s pretty self explanatory haechan, they’re fucking” chenle laughs

“ you guys heard nothing, i did not say a thing” you say walking over to renjun hiding your red face in the crook of his neck

“ good going babe” you hear him whisper in you ear.

jeno

you have known the boy for years now, you and jeno had been friends for a long time but just this year you decided to take it a step further, not exactly dating but not just friends, some would call it friends with benefits but it was more than that. today you and jeno were hanging with all of nct, once a month they hold parties where all the members get to hang out, some even bring their significant others.some members playing beer pong, some gaming others doing karaoke and chitchatting, everyone was having a good time. accept jeno.

you haven’t met all the members before being that you primarily hang out with the dreamies most often, yangyang approached you a little bit ago challenging you to a beer pong game, so as you two were playing jeno stood against the kitchen counter glaring at you with his arms crossed.

if looks could kill yangyang would’ve been long gone.

you jump as you win the game making yangyang chug the last cup of beer, he approaches you complementing you in your win, as you two stand there getting closer with eachother, asking questions about yourselves you look over to jeno who’s squinting his eyes in an intimidating way just waiting for the right moment to approach you two. as time goes by you realize that yangyang is in fact flirting, you awkwardly laugh trying your best to get out of the conversation however he keeps dragging you back, soon enough yangyang places his hand around your waist, you immediately back away as you bump into someone behind you, that very someone being jeno.

“ hey babe i’ve been looking everywhere for you” jeno says as he grabs your hips placing one hand around it as the other one goes to your ass, leaving a peck on your lips.

“ i see you’ve been talking to yangyang, yangyang this is my GIRLFRIEND y/n” he smiles

“ oh shit girlfriend?? my bad bro i thought you two were just friends” he says

“ it was nice talking to you, i think i should go” yangyang hurried away extremely intimidated by jeno

“ babe what are doing, there’s so many people here i thought we were keeping us a secret, and girlfriend.. i don’t remember you asking me out unless i’m so drunk i can’t remember” you push past him, he pulls you back into him with his strong arms

“ maybe i’m hinting something sweet girl, we’ll talk about it when we’re both sober”

as the night goes on jeno decides to play a shot game against a few members, taking shot by shot. members backing out one by one leaving jeno as the champion. the crowd watching as he takes his last shot, when he finishes everyone cheers for him, jeno clearly not sober, grabs you and kisses you on the spot in front of everyone, gasps heard from a distance you and jenos tongue fight for dominance, grabbing up on you he squeeze your ass pulling away

“ i knew it haechan yells”

“ let’s go to the bathroom babe i need my dick in you immediately” he yells loud enough for almost everyone to hear.

“ oh my god jeno you’re so embarrassing” you say leading him into the bathroom as the group freaks out over what just happened.

haechan

you and haechan we’re currently thousands of miles away from each other due to nct dreams tour.

“ i miss you pretty girl” haechan says over videocall

“ i miss you more hyuckie” you smile at him through the camera

“ where are the rest of the boys? aren’t you rooming with someone?” you ask

“ i’m sharing the room with mark but he’s in the shower right now, i think the others are asleep it’s pretty late here”

“ oh that’s right it’s nearly midnight for you, you should get some sleep love”

“ i’m not tired baby, actually i’m quite the opposite” he smerks at you

“ oh my god haechan don’t give me that look”

“ it’s not my fault i haven’t had your life changing pussy in so long” he sighs

“ you’re so dramatic.. but i admit i’m having the same problem over here”

haechans face drops into a serious look

“ come fly out here, i’ll pay for everything”

“ haechan be serious for five seconds”

“ i’m so serious y/n i need you so bad, i miss you so much, i miss your body and how it rides me so well, i miss your taste, i miss everything about you”

“ i’ll tell you what, go focus on your shows and do your best for me and when you get back you can sleep at my place and i’ll let you do everything you desire”

“ EVERYTHING?!?!” haechan shouts

“ yes baby everything, we can go at it all night if you really want” you laugh

“ YES ” he says in an excited tone

“ you’re the best, i could kiss you right now” he kisses the phone

once you two end your conversation and say goodnight hanging up the phone, mark walks out of the bathroom and lays on his bed casually scrolling through his phone.

“ so you’re fucking y/n? i would’ve never expected that” mark stares nonchalantly turning towards haechan

haechan stares at him with wide eyes

“ the walls are very thin” mark laughed

“ how much of our conversation did you hear??” haechan asks

“ enough to make me want to puke”

haechan rolls his eyes

“ don’t worry your little secret is safe with me”

jaemin

jaemin had to be back on stage in 15 minutes.

“ babe come on you’re going to be late,everyone’s looking for you” you say trying to push him off of you

you and jaemin are best friends at least that’s what you tell everyone, in reality you’ve been seeing each other romantically for a few months now. currently backstage in the dressing room jaemin has you sitting on the table, shirt pulled up exposing your chest as he feels you up, kissing every inch of you.

“ i’ll go back out in a minute i’m not done feeling all of you yet my love”

jaemin quickly lifts your skirt up pulling your panties to the side as he slips his pants down pulling his dick out and lining it up with you, he quickly thrusts into you

“ oh my god jaemin you feel so good” you moan

“ fuck your so tight” he curses under his breath

the door suddenly swings open as the members appear in the door way

“ oh shit, oh my god im so sorry, continue” chenle says immediately closing the door

“ oh my god your entire group just saw my titties” you say wanting to cry of embarrassment

“ it’s okay baby we can worry about that later, focus on me right now ” jaemin coos

you and jaemin open the door to see the members in the hallway, you grab jaemins hand looking to the ground in embarrassment

“i’m so sorry you had to see that” you say

“ i’m not, that was hot as fuck” haechan jokes as jaemin gives him the death stare

“ just remind me to never go near that table again” chenle says disgusted

“ by the way, you all owe haechan and i 20 bucks, i told y’all they were fucking” jeno says.

chenle

the boys decided for chenles birthday that they would go to his house and prank him by waking him up for practice screaming happy birthday and jumping on his bed.as they all approached his bedroom mark counted down and they all busted through the door, to their surprise they found chenle and you cuddled up in bed, your bare back facing the door and both of your clothes from last night scattered on the floor hinting that you were both naked under the sheets

thankfully you’re a heavy sleeper, so the boys sudden entrance had no affect on you whatsoever however chenle not so much, the boys stand frozen for a second before chenle groans shooing them to go away

“ shit go go go” they whisper leaving the room in a hurry

“ sorry” renjun whispers leaving the room shutting the door it abruptly opens again and a hushed

“hope y’all used protection” was said before shutting the door again.

jisung

due to jisungs recent ankle injury he wasn’t able to attend practice with the rest of the dreamies, the boys walked down the hall heading to their dorm after a long practice

“ i hope jisungs doing okay, he’s probably lonely being all cooped up in his room all day” mark says

“ are you kidding that kid is having the time of his life playing endless video games” jeno chuckles,getting closer to the dorm they hear slight banging getting louder the closer they get

“ what the hell” jaemin says turning door handle to their place

“ oh my god, yes jisung right there” you moan loudly

the dorm is filled with loud moans shared between you and jisung,the bed squeaking and the headboard banging into the wall slightly causing the picture frames on the other side of it to shake

“ cum for me baby” jisungs voice echos across the dorm

“ oh my god” jeno says as they all walk back out into the hallway quickly evacuating the dorm after realizing whats going on

“ holy shit our little innocent jisung is getting laid” haechan says as everyone stands there shocked on what to do next

“ there’s a good place to eat right down the road why won’t we give them some time” jaemin suggests

“ god i just cant believe jisung is corrupted, he’s been putting on a façade this whole time” haechan continues

“ let him be haechan at least he’s getting some unlike you” renjun laughs

“ man our youngest is all grown up” mark says “ he better have wrapped it” he adds

“ OH MY GOD WAIT WAS HE FUCKING Y/N” chenle gasps as the whole groups come to a halt, the boys stand there in the middle of the street contemplating what to do

“ we have to go back and see for ourselves” they say in unison, running back to the dorms

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Thanks for reading lovelies!!! hopes you enjoyed!!! <3

[celestialtarot11]

𝜗𝜚 What will they tell you? How will things move forward?

Hi friends! Welcome back to another PAC! Any and all likes, reblogs comments are appreciated! Do enjoy <3 let me know if ya’ll want an 18+ spicy tarot reading 👀

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𝜗𝜚 Pile 1

knight of swords, the sun, 2 of wands

Hi there pile 1! Your person wants to message you right away. You two could’ve been talking about vacation, a getaway, traveling to see each other. Or in laws is what I heard. Meeting the family. Your person is super excited about this trip and to be planning it. If you haven’t heard from them it’s a yes! I see plans moving forward really fast so expect there to be a sudden rush of energy from your person. Maybe you two live at a distance right now and you two are planning a meeting. Maybe you guys want to talk about “where are we heading with this relationship” kind of talk. They are open to it and want to make this relationship go deeper <3. They are open to working with you. I don’t know if you or your person have a different cultural background, but there’s a lot of admiration here for it and a sense of “im learning so much from you” thats so cute 🤍 they are thinking of buying you flowers for those of you who are physically together with your person! They just are worried “omg so many flowers which are their favorite” 😭🤍 its so cute. They’re a little anxious in an energetic way, they have trouble sleeping because they’re so excited. I feel like this person is so nostalgic and sappy but in a cute way lol. Or—for some of you—you’re being told you received the father’s blessing of some kind. Whether in marriage, or the father approving of your connection, or an enthusiastic relationship with the father :) there will be good news and welcoming arms! Thanks so much for being here ya’ll I appreciate your support!

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𝜗𝜚 Pile 2:

justice, page of cups, 2 of wands

okay pile 1 also got 2 of wands lol, but hey! Welcome to your reading 🤍 your person is thinking of reaching out—some of you may be in the early stages of this connection, or not much has happened in terms of hanging out or moving things forward. Some of you went on a few dates but it sort of fell off, due to each others schedules being different is what im hearing. Its a busy time. But you’ll be receiving a text soon about “hey, dinner?” And plans :). There’s this warm feeling, they miss you. They see this moving forward and now their schedule has cleared up. I dont know if you two are going out in a group setting or a party, but there will be an opportunity to celebrate here. Could be your birthday, or theirs, or a friend of a friend! But either way you two are excited. I see a sense of “yay I’m happy to see them again!” And its quite cute. They may surprise you with how well they can dress. I feel like your person usually is composed and put together, but with you they’re a simp. Total simp. Lmao. They can’t help it. They truly miss your energy! I also got a spicy message: “dont stop doing what you’re doing, keep doing what you do. Do you. Do you like the way I put it down on you?” It’s do you by Jay Sean. They really wanna put the moves on you!! They also really want to take their time and not mess anything up with you, i feel as though this connection is authentic to them and speaks to their inner child. Expect there to be flirtation, playfulness, making plans, etc. Thanks to everyone who helped me and this blog come a far way! <3 feel free to comment, like and reblog!

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𝜗𝜚 Pile 3:

The emperor, 9 of pentacles, 10 of pentacles

Holy mommy & daddy energy. Lmao. Hey guys, right off—yeah you two have a really big dominant energy. I feel like you two are seen as a very strong couple, or have very strong potential to be a couple. But you two value your independence! This is not something you both want to compromise, and this is something you both agree on. Your person wants to continue building a stable life and relationship with you, and they may be telling you about a promotion they got at work :) either that or, “we hit xyz amount of savings we can afford a house,” or to move out! Very happy, good news. This is coming in fast, this message. I feel it’s something you both already knew would happen because you two are financially set and stable, and now its just a matter of saying yes. This could be you two moving to another place together, traveling, getting married, engaged (i didn’t wanna ruin the surprise if this is the case for ya’ll) but the big rock seems more and more likely…😂 if ya’ll aren’t going to be married yet, i see your person and you at least putting your foot down on a living space and actively working together to create a sustainable life. You two have worked so hard. I feel that they may want to take the stress of your shoulders by cooking you a nice meal, having a romantic dinner night with wine (if you drink) and food. They want to take charge for the night and show you that you don’t have to do it alone. Orrr this could be a conversation about kids. Maybe a family business. Having pets 👀 but anyway, thanks so much for being here ya’ll! Appreciate all your support.

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[sheerfreesia007]

Love Letters

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

Word count: 2,242

Content warnings: Fluff

Summary: You feel silly writing the first letter to him since you had just seen him the day before on a date. But after the first one it got easier and easier to express your love for him in typed letters. What happens when he makes you a gift involving those letters?

Yeobo: Honey

The first time he receives a letter from you he’s absolutely befuddled and confused because he had just seen you the day before on a nice romantic date walking around the Han river together before going to grab a simple lunch and ice cream. It had been a very peaceful relaxed date where the two of you had been able to just enjoy each other’s presence. But as he stares at the heavy envelope he can’t help but feel his heart start to race, no one has ever sent him a letter. And he can tell that you’ve put in a lot of effort into the letter and chosen the stationery with care, it feels heavier than normal paper and there’s a texture to the envelope that feels different. He slips the letter into his bag as he’s on his way to the dance studio and vows to read the letter on his break when he has time.

But soon dance practice has his full attention and Hyunjin forgets about the letter stored away in his bag. That is until it’s break time and Felix goes rummaging through his bag for a snack that he knows Hyunjin always keeps in there for the two of them to share before they are able to eat a meal. When he comes up with the snack hanging from his teeth and the envelope in his hands he turns to Hyunjin with wide eyes that dart between the envelope and his best friend.

”Hyung, what is this? Is this from yeobo?” He asks loudly enough to catch Hyunjin’s attention. Hyunjin turns from talking to Minho about a turn that doesn’t feel right to him and spots Felix holding your envelope in his hands causing him to rush over and grab the envelope from him.

”That’s mine.” Hyunjin says hastily and quickly tries to shove it back into his bag as his cheeks blush prettily.

”Did she really send you a love letter?” Felix asks giddily as his wide eyes follow his friend. Hyunjin can see the excitement written all across Felix’s face and his blush deepens on his face. He’s not embarrassed to receive a love letter from you, far from it actually. But the fact that Felix was able to find it so easily has him feeling slightly put off that someone else has already seen it. He tilts his head to the side wondering why he’s so adamant about keeping this for himself but he quickly shakes his head trying to clear it.

”Shush, I don’t know, I just got it today and haven’t had a chance to read it yet.” Hyunjin whines softly trying to get his friend to shut up. Felix laughs softly before nodding his head at his friend before opening the snack package and offering some to Hyunjin first. They share the snack before Minho calls for them to resume their practice, he tells them that they’ll go for another half hour and then break for lunch which they agree to.

A half hour later Hyunjin slumps onto the couch tiredly as Felix and Minho start talking about what they should all order for lunch. Hyunjin’s foot slips along the floor and hits his bag and he’s reminded of your letter once more. He bends forward and rummages through his bag before pulling out the envelope. He opens it carefully and smiles wistfully as your favorite perfume wafts through the air gently from the letter. He’s instantly reminded of the image of you laughing at something he had said on your last date while walking with him around the river, your hair fluttering in the breeze covering your face and he could only see your mouth curved in a happy smile as you laughed.

He doesn’t hear Felix or Minho ask him what he’d like for lunch or that they were going to go pick it up instead of having it delivered. But as Felix sees the letter in Hyunjin’s hand he easily guides Minho out of the dance studio so that they can give Hyunjin some quiet to read your letter to him. 

Unfolding the letter Hyunjin is surprised to see that it’s typed and not handwritten like he thought you would do. His eyes dart down the page quickly and spot your flourished signature down at the bottom of the page and smiles softly. And then his eyes race back to the top of the letter and begin to read.

Dear my sweet Hyune, This seems so silly to do but I saw it in one of the dramas that you liked and figured it would be a sweet thing to do for you. I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep this up because I feel so silly typing this out but I will try my hardest. I know you will appreciate a letter even if I don’t know what to say in it. I want to thank you for always taking care of me. Your care and love that you show me all the time is so precious to me and I can’t get enough of it. I hope you can feel my love and care for you as well, because I love you so much. To the moon and back a few times round trip. Alright that’s all I wanted to tell you, I’ll see you soon my love. Love. 

Hyunjin’s heart raced as his eyes finished reading the letter as a smile graced his face, already imagining you sitting at a typewriter talking to yourself as you typed up his letter. He giggled softly at the image and felt his heart slowly start to calm down but feel slightly fuller at the sweet silly letter. Folding it back up he slipped it into his bag carefully wanting to keep it neat and pristine before he could find a way to keep it somewhere safe. Grabbing his phone he quickly typed out a sweet text to you letting you know that he loved your letter and couldn’t wait to see you again to smother you in thankful kisses. For the rest of the day he felt as if he was on cloud nine all because of that silly little letter from you.

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Hyunjin walks into the recording studio and spots Felix sitting on the couch waiting for his turn to record as Chan, Changbin, and Han all sit at the long desk where all the recording equipment is and Jeongin is inside the booth recording his part. Walking over to the couch Felix looks up and smiles brightly at his best friend before scooting along the couch to make room for him to sit.

“So did she send you another one?” Felix asked excitedly and Hyunjin smiled softly at his friend before nodding his head slowly while darting his eyes around the room to make sure no one else was watching them. Felix nearly bounced in his seat and Hyunjin giggled along with him. “I love that she sends you love letters. It’s so romantic and whimsical. So sweet.” Felix gushes and Hyunjin grins while nodding. 

It’s been months now since the first letter arrived and while at first the letter had been short and silly full of your awkwardness of not knowing what to write to him they soon evolved into lovely free thought letters of things that reminded you of him and why you loved him so much. They often revolve around reminiscing about your dates but more often they just talk about things that you love about him and your relationship. The letters are like a window into your mind and he can’t help but become addicted to the view you give him.

“I love it too. In fact, I’m making her a gift that involves the letters. Would you like to see it?” Hyunjin asks Felix who eagerly nods his head with wide excited eyes.

“Yes, of course. Show me.” he gushes out and Hyunjin smiles while pulling out his phone and opening up his camera roll to show him the progress pictures he’s been taking of the gift he’s making. “Oh Hyune! It’s amazing! She’s going to love it.” Felix says excitedly in a whisper and Hyunjin blushes brightly at his praise.

“You really think she’ll like it? I’m worried it’s too much.” Hyunjin admitted and Felix quickly shook his head in disagreement.

“Absolutely not, she’s going to love this. You have to finish it and give it to her Hyune. She’ll be so happy I promise you. Look at all the letters she’s sent you. This would mean so much to her.” Felix said Hyunjin looked at his friend quietly before coming to the conclusion that he was right. It would mean so much to give this to her. He nodded his head and Felix began giggling happily before grabbing onto Hyunjin’s arm and cuddling into his side.

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The evening of your one year anniversary was almost like a fairytale to you, Hyunjin picked you up in a dark tinted luxury car that drove you to a beautiful restaurant that had a candlelit dinner waiting for the two of you. You spent hours talking and laughing over dinner reminiscing about your year long relationship and how much your lives had changed for the better since meeting. It had already been such a lovely evening between the two of you and now as you stood in front of your door with Hyunjin draped over your back with his arms wrapped loosely around your waist and his necks sucking kisses and dark marks into your skin while he husked out loving words to you you couldn’t think of a better way to end your evening.

When you finally got the door open and stumbled in with Hyunjin’s weight pressed to your back you were shocked to see your living room lit up by fairy lights, a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket, a beautiful bouquet of red roses and a gift bag on your coffee table, you were shocked to your core. Hyunjin giggles softly at your halted steps before he steps around you and faces you. He reaches out and grabs onto your hands before guiding you further into your apartment and towards the couch.

”I have a surprise for you.” He says softly and you look up at him dazed.

”Hyunjin this is more than enough of a surprise.” You whisper to him but he shakes his head at you in disagreement.

”No, nothing will ever be enough. But I’m hoping that this will come slightly close to it.” He says softly and you stare at him wide eyed. He guides you over to the couch and sits you down before taking a seat right next to you. He opens the champagne bottle and pours you a glass in a pretty glass flute before pouring one for himself. “To many more years together. I love and adore you Yeobo.” Hyunjin cheers and you beam up at him happily before clinking your glass with his.

”To many more years together.” You mirrored him and he leaned forward to press a quick kiss to your lips.

”Now I have a gift for you. It’s been in the making for a long time and it means a great deal to me. So I hope it means just as much to you.”  He confessed softly and you smiled lovingly at him before pressing a kiss to his lips.

”I’m sure I’ll love it since it’s from you.” You admitted quietly before turning to the gift bag and peered into it. You gently reached in and took out the large leather bound book and set it in your lap, on the cover was etched Year One and it was a hefty book with lots of pages in it. Opening the book you’re greeted with the very first letter you ever sent to Hyunjin and gasp softly before turning your head quickly to him. He grins bashfully at you and you feel tears prick the back of your eyes. “You kept them?” You ask shocked and in awe.

”Of course I did. They’re a symbol of your love for me.” He says softly and you rest your head on his shoulder feeling your heart beat erratically for him. You turned the page and your eyes widened as you saw that it was a handwritten letter from Hyunjin to you responding to your own letter. Suddenly tears began to cascade from your eyes and you set the book on the coffee table gently before turning to him and burying your face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around you tightly and kissed your temple softly.

”I responded to every letter you wrote me and bound them together in the book.” He told you gently and you sobbed loudly into his chest.

”You sweet, romantic man.” You cried softly as you gripped him tightly. “Will you read it with me?” You asked as you looked up at him.

”I would love to. But it might take us awhile.” He confessed softly. “I might’ve gotten carried away with some of my letters.” He admitted and you chuckled at him.

”Good, we can spend however long reading it together.” You said lovingly to him before pressing your lips to his in a blind move that he easily and effortlessly reciprocated. The love between the two of you growing to an all consuming amount.

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[gulliblelemon]

Delivered By Mistake

My day 6 contribution to the 10 days to 1k challenge. (Masterpost). Fandom: Young Royals | Prompt: neighbours | Rating: G | AO3

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304 —

I think I got your parcel by mistake? Sorry I opened it, I didn’t read the label properly.

— Simon (403)

Hi Simon

I’m so sorry. There must have been a mix-up. Thanks for returning it. 

Wille (304)

Wille —

Maybe as a thank you you could bake me one of the cakes from your ‘The Art of Baking’ book??

— Simon

Hi Simon

Alas, I cannot bake at all. The book was a gift for a friend who’s significantly more skilled than me.

Wille

Too bad. Cake would go perfectly with this studying right now.

— Simon

Hi Simon

What are you studying? (If that’s not too forward).

Wille

I’m studying Music Education. How about you? You look like a student.

— Simon

You’ve been watching me???

Maybe

You’re right. I am a student – Political Science and International Relations.

Urgh. Sounds grim.

Haha. It is a bit. But it’s interesting too.

Was that your baking friend that visited you yesterday?

Nosy. But yes. Felice.

Is Felice a friend or a ‘friend’?

You can’t ask that!

Another Felice visit! A ‘friend’ I see.

Sorry if I crossed a line. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I hope I’ve not messed up too much.

Sorry, Wille. I baked for you. I hope it makes up for it. Even if I’m not as good as Felice.

Hi Simon

Sorry I haven’t been around much recently. I’ve not been feeling great. But Felice has helped and I’m doing better. And don’t worry – no lines crossed. Felice and I are used to it. But she is absolutely a friend. No finger quotes.

Wille

PS Thanks for the cookies. They were delicious.

Wille —

I’m sorry you’ve not been feeling well. I wasn’t sure what might help, but I made arepas. They’re not as good as my mum’s but hopefully they’re alright. Please let me know if I can help.

— Simon <3

Wille blinked at the heart, holding the box of arepas in his hand. Today was the first day in a week that he’d felt up to doing anything other than lying in his bed and staring at the ceiling. He’d just been on his way out when he’d opened the door to Simon’s note.

After weeks of exchanging notes, Felice’s voice sounded in his head: ‘Oh my god, Wille. Just go and talk to him!’

So Wille took the stairs two at a time and paused in front of Simon’s door. Then he knocked.

With a frown, Simon opened the door. The sight made his heart lurch. It was Wille. Holding the box of arepas with a tentative smile on his face.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” Simon choked out.

“I thought… maybe we could… share?” He wiggled the box. “And Felice taught me how to bake cupcakes. If… you’d like?”

And, oh, Simon would really like. Simon had really liked for weeks now. So he smiled, stepped back, and let Wille walk past.

Hey Simon

I just wanted to let you know that I miss you. And that Felice taught me another recipe. She’s left the book. Apparently it’s way more meaningful to me than her. So… if you want to come up after classes? We can hang out? And eat cake?

Wille

Wille —

I have a surprise when you get home. 

— Simon

To my love

I know you’re sleeping right next to me, but I wanted to document this moment somehow. I will be forever grateful to whoever left my parcel at your door. I’d like to think we’d have got here anyway. But for now… I love you. That’s it. That’s the note.

All my love Wille

[lustfulslxt]

ok, hear me out. so reader decides to try out the red nail theory and shows them to matt, and he freaking adores them, but adores the marks they leave on his back even more😏😏idk if you dont wanna thats completely fine, but i just got red nails for the holidays and all i can think about is scratching up matts back...

Say Thanks - Matt Sturniolo

warnings : smut, filthy matthew

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It’s been a while since I’ve gotten my nails done, and I so badly want to go get them done right now. However, bills exist and with my roommate moving out, everything’s been piled on top of me all at once. It’s stressful to say the least, but I just need to find my footing. It’s not that I can’t afford it, I just have a really bad spending habit, that I didn’t realize is an actual issue until a couple of weeks ago. I used to just work, pay my portion of the bills, save a bit of money, then blow the rest of it on whatever I wanted. Now, I just have to learn to budget.

Saying that, I’ve not really been going out of my way to splurge on things that make me feel good. I’ll get back to eventually, but unfortunately, I can’t afford to right now.

Despite knowing that I should focus on getting my money right, I can’t help but look into my spare cash, crossing my fingers in hopes that I have enough. Before I can even begin counting, my phone flashes and vibrates, indicating I have a new notification.

Matt sent you $100 for your nails❣️.

My eyes widen, a gasp leaving my mouth as I read the words displayed on the screen. Immediately, I’m facetiming Matt.

“Hey.” He answers, instantly, a knowing grin on his lips.

“Don’t ‘hey’ me mister. Why did you just send me money?” I question, glaring at him through the screen.

“Hmm. I’m pretty sure I said it’s for your nails.” He answers, then continues, “You can say you don’t need it all you want, but I know how bad you’ve been wanting to get them done. And if you haven’t, then you just can’t right now. Which is why I wanna do it for you.”

“Matt-“

He cuts me off, “Y/N, shut up and accept my offering. Come over after you get them done?”

“Fine.” I sigh, giving in.

“Great, I can’t wait to see them. Maybe then you can show me just how thankful you are.” He suggests, his lips wide with a smirk.

My jaw drops at his proposal, completely bewildered at his comment, the underlying meaning far from missed. I can’t help but bite my lip as I look away from the screen, my skin ultimately flushing.

“I already scheduled your appointment with Analysse. She’ll be there in fifteen. I expect to see you no later than an hour and a half.” He informs me.

“Yes sir.” I say, unable to prevent the smile that pulls itself to my lips. “Thanks, Matty.”

“Of course, doll. I’ll see you soon.”

With that, we hang up and I’m left to sit in my puddle of confusion and eagerness. Matt and I are only friends. There’s always times where we’re flirty and we’ve always been close, physical touch being our love language. However, his actions and statements today threw me for a loop. I’m sure I’m not misinterpreting it, he seemed very suggestive. Honestly, I don’t even mind that, I just don’t know if he’s only messing with me or if he’s serious. I guess I’ll find out soon enough.

“Hey babe, how are you doing?” Analysse greets me, unpacking her supplies.

“I’ve been good, just learning to adjust to new things. How have you been? I feel like it’s been ages since I last seen you.” I reply, sitting on the opposite side of the desk.

“I know! It’s been so long! I’ve been great though. Just living life and doing what I love.” She nods, a smile blossoming on her face.

“That’s amazing, I’m glad to hear.”

“Thank you. So, what are we thinking?” She asks me, all her supplies laid out in front of us.

“Probably just a simple red, maybe like medium length. Hm, not too long but long enough to leave marks.” I explain, smirking at the thought of digging my nails into Matt’s back.

“Ouu, okay.” She giggles, grabbing my hands to prep my nails. “So, are we talking about Matt? I mean, he is the one that reached out to me to book this appointment for you.”

I can’t help the warmth that rushes to my cheeks, “Yeah, I’ve been wanting to get my nails done again. Life just hasn’t been working in my favor.” She nods in understandment, listening to me rant. “Let’s just say, he’s got me thinking about a lot.”

Her mouth opens, laughter pouring out of it, “Oh, I get you. We’ve all had one of those.”

We continue talking and sharing stories as she does my nails. The conversation goes from boys, to makeup, to careers, to food, and just about everything under the sun. Once she’s done, I pay and tip her, and bid her on her way.

Since I still have some time before I have to be over at Matt’s, I decide to take a shower to freshen up. Seeing as I really only had around an extra thirty minutes, I decide to make it quick. I swiftly wash up and rinse off, hurrying out to dry off and get dressed. After applying deodorant and lotion, I slip on my shoes and grab my phone and keys, then I’m out the door.

It only takes me eight minutes to get to Matt’s house, so when I arrive, I’m eagerly making my way inside. We’ve been friends for eons, hence why I have my own key. Upon walking in, I instantly make my way upstairs and head back to his room. As soon as I open his door, his attention is on me.

“You’re late.” He states, his voice stern.

“Only by four minutes.” I shrug, joining him on his bed.

“Four minutes is still late.” He points out, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Won’t happen again, I promise.” I grin, tossing my hands up in defense.

He doesn’t say anything, only smirks as he grabs my hands to observe the nails he paid for. He plays with my fingers, looking at each individual nail, as if inspecting to see if there were any flaws. They were perfect.

“I love them, they look good.” He tells me, his voice now husky.

I look from my hands to his face, his eyes already being on me. His hands never leave my own, his warm fingers brushing back and forth over mine. The intensity of his stare has me clenching my thighs together in need. I don’t knew where this is coming from, but I want him bad.

“They’d look even better wrapped around my cock.” He whispers, his voice deep and raspy, placing one of my hands on his lap.

Only then, did I notice the growing bulge beneath his pants. His cargos now restricting his hard on, keeping it caged in below the fabric. I could feel him pulsating through the clothing, his erection rock solid. My mouth opened and close, suddenly unable to find words to speak.

“Don’t you want to show me how grateful you are?” He taunts, his gaze unwavering.

“Did you have a favor in mind?” I ask, licking my lips as I attempt to swallow in hopes of lubricating my now dry throat.

“Mhm.” He hums, standing up from the bed. He stands directly in front of me, his hands slowly working his belt off. “I want your pretty little mouth around my cock.”

I could feel my underwear becoming more and more soaked, my arousal seeping out of my pussy, completely and utterly turned on. His hand reaches my chin, gripping my jaw as he pulls me up from the bed, before dropping me to my knees. His thumb rubs against my lips before forcing itself in my mouth. I suck on it, my mouth immediately salivating from this situation I find myself in. He removes his thumb, dragging it down my bottom lip, letting it bounce back up as he moves to remove his shirt. I watch in awe, his lean torso flexing with every movement. Next, he unbuttons his pants. Once he pulls them and his boxers down, his dick slaps up, bouncing off of his lower abdomen. I’ve never been this intimate with Matt, meaning I’ve never seen his dick before, and boy was it something.

“Like what you see, pretty girl?” He teases, his hand engulfing his shaft and jerking it a couple of times. “Get over here and make me feel good until I say you can stop.”

I can’t help but frantically nod, instinctively scooting closer to him, eager to take his member into my mouth. One of his hands goes around my head, entangling in my hair, while the other one takes his dick and slaps it onto my lips, leaving drops of his precum behind. My tongue immediately flicks over my lips, taking the traces of him into my mouth, leaving him to toss his head back as a groan leaves his throat.

“Open.” He states, his hand pulling my jaw down.

As soon as my lips are parted wide enough, he’s shoving his entire length down my throat, pulling a gag from me. From his rough thrusts, my mouth is producing enough saliva to coat his dick, strings of spit connecting him to me once he pulls out. He then sets his tip on my lips, nodding at me to get to work, so I do.

My tongue swirls around his head, licking over his slit, causing him to tighten his grip in my hair and involuntarily buck his hips, his dick prodding at my mouth from the movement. I wrap my lips around him once more, my tongue continuously twirling around him, before taking as much as I could of him into my mouth, using my hands on the rest of him that wouldn’t fit. Peering up at him through my eyelashes, I see his brows furrowed in pleasure, his bottom lip held between his teeth.

“Fuck. You’re so pretty, doll.” He moans, running a hand across my cheek. “Sucking me so good, baby.”

I hum around his length, accepting his praise. Throaty moans continue to escape his mouth, encouraging me more as the desire in me burns hotter. I pull away from him completely, then take all of him in my mouth, deep throating him as much as I can without dying. His free hand wraps around my throat, making the feeling of his dick going down my throat all the more noticeable. He starts thrusting, matching my speed, his hips now sputtering as more lewd sounds come from his mouth.

He quickly pulls away, tugging me back by his grip on my hair. “Strip.”

I eagerly obliged, nerves building in my stomach, anticipating what’s to come. It didn’t take long for me to remove my outer clothing, leaving me in my bra and panties as his hungry eyes bore into me.

“Strip.” He repeats, his tone more demanding.

Without breaking eye contact, I reach back and unclasp my bra, letting it fall down my arms before falling to the floor with other clothes. The cool air hit my nipples, the buds hardening in response. I watch as Matt’s eyes follow my every move, soaking in every gesture. My fingers slip in the waistband of my panties, slowly tugging them downwards as I continue shimmying out of them, kicking them off my feet. Matt’s hand is now around his cock, stroking it as he watches me, intently.

“My turn.” He whispers, pulling me against him, skin to skin.

His mouth meets mine in a hot kiss, excitement bubbling between us. He walks me a few steps backwards, pushing me back on his bed and climbing on top of me. Our lips lap one another’s, before he’s shoving his tongue in my mouth, exploring behind my lips. We move together in such a hot and steamy way, his hands touching every part of me as my hands lace through his hair. His mouth then moves down my jaw, dragging open mouth kisses across my skin, leaving a trail saliva in his wake. My breathing was heavy, small whimpers coming through as he sucks and nibbles my sweet spot.

His hands then intertwine with mine, bringing my fingertips to his lips, pressing soft kisses against them. “I can’t wait to see the damage you do with these.”

He starts kissing down my chest, keeping his hands interlocked with mine. His mouth nips and bites at my skin, goosebumps spreading over me. He takes my nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it, his teeth grazing over it, causing a sharp gasp like moan to come from my mouth. He moves on to the next one, repeating the same action. My legs squeeze shut, attempting to relieve the tension that keeps building and building with every little thing.

“Matt, please.” I whisper, attempting to grind against him for friction, to which he only presses his hands onto my hips to hold me in place.

“Shh, baby.” He mutters against my skin, lowering himself to my navel, his tongue leaving a stripe of spit.

His mouth meets my thighs, going back and forth between the two, peppering wet kisses all over them. His half lidded eyes meet mine, a smirk making its way to his face as he blew air onto my center, causing me to thrash beneath him. Instantly, his tongue is between my folds, pulling a loud moan from me as my hands return to his hair, tugging ever so slightly. He licks up and down my core, sucking all of my juices along the way. His tongue prods at my entrance, poking in and out, before he goes back up and wraps his lips around my clit.

“F-fuck, feels so good, Matty.” I whimper, thrusting my hips up for more.

His hands press down on my hips again, his grip now tight, holding me in place. His mouth continues lapping me, his tongue flicking every which way, bringing me closer to the edge. One of his hands leave my waist, his fingers meeting my heat. He slides them up and down, lubricating them before pressing two of them into my entrance. A loud moan falls from my mouth, my body jerking as he begins fucking me with his fingers. His mouth focuses on my clit, sucking with his warm tongue continuously flicking over it. His fingers pumping in and out of me, my arousal evident from the sounds emitting from my core and my mouth.

“I’m so close.” I moan out, pushing down into him.

Unfortunately, he pulls away, completely removing himself from me, a whine of desperation coming from my lips. He hovers back over me, his mouth pressing onto mine, my juices traveling from his mouth to mine as he kisses me hard.

“We’re gonna cum together, princess.” He says, one of his hands holding himself up as his other one rubs his dick up and down my folds.

I can’t help the gentle shaking of my thighs, my hole clenching around nothing as my eyes beg him to fuck me. Without words, he grants my wishes, slowly sinking his cock into me. Low moans escape both of our mouths as he bottoms out, my eyes closing in pleasure as he tosses his head back one again. My arms wrap around him, pulling him closer to me.

“I just knew you’d feel so good, baby.” He groans, his thrusts slow, yet hard. “So wet and warm, and tight around my cock.”

His thrusts remain slow, but not too slow, as he continues digging into me, hitting exactly where I need him.

“Oh, Matt.” I moan out, my face contorting in pure bliss as I drag my hands down his back.

He lets out more groans, enjoying everything about this moment. Instantly, I could feel the knot forming in the pit of my stomach, close to snapping from the building pressure. He picks up his pace, increasing the strength of his thrusts. His hand meets my center once again, rubbing tight circles onto my clit, ripping another moan from me.

“You look like a dream.” He moans out, his eyes never leaving mine. “I can see your close, baby.”

Words stuck in my throat, I’m left nodding my head, nothing but incoherent sounds coming from my mouth as I dig my nails into his back. His lips slam onto mine, bringing me into a passionate kiss, swallowing every noise that emits from me. His tongue roams my mouth again, quickly and eagerly, as if he can’t get enough. As he pulls away, he drags my bottom lip out in between his teeth.

“Cum with me, doll.” He groans, his finger on my clit applying more pressure.

And just like that, the knot snapped, unraveling, and I was letting go all over him, eliciting pornographic moans from my mouth. He followed seconds after, his dick twitching inside of me as his load spurts out. He continues pumping, fucking both of us through our orgasms, pushing our cum deeper into me with every thrust. Stilling for just a moment, he then slowly pulls out and lies beside me, both of our breaths erratic from the exertion.

“If this is what I get as a thank you, I’ll gladly pay for your nails every single time.” He chuckles, grinning over at me.

I laugh, rolling my eyes at him, pushing him away. He smirks, before starting to put his clothes back on, so that he could start us a shower. As soon as I catch glimpse of his back, a gasp leaves my mouth, causing him to turn around with raised eyebrows.

“What?” He asks, expectantly.

“Your back is fucked.” I laugh, covering my mouth, grabbing his phone from the nightstand.

I motion for him to turn around so that I can take a picture. Once I do, he grabs his phone from me and smirks at the picture, pleased with the aftermath of our moment together. He does some typing on his phone before tossing it back down and leaving the room. I pick his phone back up and see that he made a new post on snapchat.

After clicking on it, my mouth dropped, “Matt!”

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a/n : here ya go! sorry for the delay, i’ve been lacking inspiration and motivation. i hope you enjoy it, and apologies if this isn’t what you had in mind. send in more reqs pls, love you 🫶🏼

[nomazee]

dan heng x gn reader — 1.6k — long overdue continuation of my dumb delinquent au (and the two remaining fans cheer in delight), high school au, probably very americanized, probably ooc, very super incredibly vague implications to sad things but it's so blink-and-you'll-miss-it, himeko is dan heng's adoptive guardian in this au, do u guys hate me for the hoops i'm jumping through to squeeze every character in this au, reluctant friends-to-crush-to-lovers fast/slow burn unbearable unspoken feelings trope

drabble no. 1 of this series/universe, u should probably read this first heh...

notes: hi guys, i'm back after taking yet another unplanned year-long hiatus, hope u missed me! (the crowd stays quiet) i bring u another delinquent au drabble because the worms got to me and i couldn't help it OK, OKAY?!?! enjoy! :3

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Dan Heng hasn’t seen much of you in the last week. 

It’s unusual, he defends his worries to himself, very unusual. Despite not having a single class with you, he sees you often. In the last few months since he’s known you, he’s seen you at least three times a week after school, sometimes bloody and other times free of any injury, but the point is, he sees you. Talks to you, lets you walk him home (and pointedly doesn’t let you take him to any antique stores or overpriced tea shops on the way there). 

Today is Friday, and the fifth day straight that he’s stood in the courtyard behind the school for thirty minutes after dismissal, waiting for you to show up, appearing in a breeze of glitter and dust like a poorly-practiced magician. It’s the fifth day straight that you haven’t shown up, and he’s starting to realize how paradoxical your friendship feels. 

Dan Heng is hesitant to even call it a friendship. It feels weird—it’s like he’s known you for years, like he’s grown up with you on the same block in the same neighborhood, except in truth he’s only known you for three months, and he just learned your birthday last week after (embarrassingly) prying it out of you. He doesn’t know where you live, which front door to knock on so that he can check up on you, he doesn’t even have your phone number. All he can do is circle the perimeter of school grounds, waiting for you to show up, or looking for a top hat somewhere so he can pull you up out of it like he’s the poorly-practiced magician and you’re the bunny that he’s unethically shoved into a top hat. 

Luckily for him, though, fifth time’s the charm, and on his (miserable, lonely) walk home, he bumps into you as he rounds the corner to his block. Like, really bumps into you.

He hears a semi-familiar shout of horror as he stumbles back, the sudden slam of pressure on his nose making his eyes water, and he clasps his hands over his nose (it doesn’t hurt that bad, he swears), and then your hands are grabbing his shoulder and giving him a firm shake before he can even process that it’s you he’s just stumbled into. 

“Oh!” You shout, and he registers the tilt of your head through his watery, cloudy vision, “It’s you! I was looking for you.”

Dan Heng feels like— laughing, dryly, or maybe grabbing your shoulders back and shaking you until you reflect on how ridiculous you sound—as if he wasn’t the one wandering school grounds for an hour each day for the last week in search of you, like a lost dog, and god he really hopes no one caught him doing that, but at the very least March 7th definitely saw him, which means it’s going to hit the rest of his social circle eventually and he’ll have to hang his head in shame and stay silent when all his friends ask him why he was moping for five days straight. 

“Looking for me?” he mumbles, repeating your words instead of coming up with a thought of his own because he’s still sort of reeling from the sudden sight of you and the buzzing ache in his nose. “Am I bleeding?” 

“Oh,” you say, yet again, and he feels your hands take his wrists and pull them away from his face so that you can get a good glimpse of him. “Nope, no blood. Thank god. I’d feel really bad if I had to return you to Himeko with your face mangled.” 

“Return me,” he echoes again, and in two seconds flat he sobers up and straightens his posture and finally gets a good look at your face. “What? Where have you been?” 

“Around,” you answer vaguely, like you always do, and Dan Heng is now half a step closer to actually shaking you by your shoulders and turning you upside down until the truth falls out of your pockets like cartoon coins. “I’m back now, though! I wasn’t going to get a perfect attendance award anyways, so it’s kind of whatever.” Your lips quirk up into a stupid smile, and your eyes are scanning his face and his potentially bruised nose bridge. “Did you miss me?” 

“Yeah,” he admits, like an idiot, and he unfortunately doesn’t miss the sudden stalling of your expression, the way your smile freezes for half a second and the twitch in your brow. “No,” he quickly rights, but it’s a moot point by now, “whatever. What do you mean, around? Have you been at school at all this week?” He finally looks down at your clothes, which are very much not any kind of school-uniform-adjacent garb, but rather a collared shirt with some kind of logo on the top left. 

“I’ve been working,” you say, and it’s maybe the most honest and straightforward answer that Dan Heng will ever get from you, so he relishes in it for a moment. “You know, a job. Have you heard of that before? Jobs? Employment?” 

“That’s allowed? Are we allowed to work?” 

“Well,” and you do it again, glance off to the side before coming back to him, “I hope so. I’m not looking to quit this job so soon. They hired me, so it’s all good. I just had to miss school this week so they could train me, but I’ll be back on Monday. You’ll get your daily dose of me again soon, don’t worry!” 

Working. Dan Heng doesn’t know much about your schedule, what you do after school besides annoy him and walk him home and get into fights with seemingly invisible and untraceable and unnameable people, but this feels like one more piece in a thousand-piece puzzle where half the pieces have been drenched in water and bent. He feels two steps away from knowing more about you at the same time that he feels miles away. 

“I’m at the movie theatre,” you tell him, “so you should come visit with your friends some day. Four to ten P.M. on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. You can introduce me to your friends properly, you know,” and you have that nearly-tense, nearly-dishonest quirk of your lips, and you’re looking right at him like you’re trying to tell him something without saying it, “unless you’re too embarrassed to let them meet me.” 

This is not the first time you’ve said things like this, not by a long shot. Dan Heng thinks back, and is sure that you say something along the lines of aren’t you embarrassed at least once for every two times that he talks to you. Scared you’ll get caught with me? you asked him just last week, like being with you was a surefire way to get cursed or shunned or ostracized. Dan Heng doesn't get it, and it doesn't sound like you want him to. 

“No,” he says, steadfast, realizing belatedly that your hands are still around his wrists from when you’d tugged them down off his face, and his skin beneath your fingers is heating up rapidly, but so are the tips of his ears. “That’s not it,” and he really doesn’t have the strength to say anything deeper than that, so he dodges, “what were you doing on my street? Did you go to my house?” 

You’ve been caught. Sheepishly, you let go of his wrists, one hand going up to scratch the back of your neck instead, looking at his neighbor’s dead half-dead rose bush next to the sidewalk. “I kind of figured maybe I’d check in on you, or something. Ask to hang out. But when I came at three, you weren’t home yet, so I just kind of hung out with your mom. I was leaving just now. Figured you were busy, or something?” 

It’s an open-ended question, one that Dan Heng is very unwilling to honestly answer—if he did, he’d have to admit that the task that was oh-so-arduously occupying his time after school was sitting in the courtyard like a grieving wife waiting for her spouse to come home from war. He shakes his head instead of explaining anything—that should be enough of an answer. 

“She gave me cookies,” you continue in lieu of a real response from Dan Heng. “Seriously, am I the only one that eats them, or am I, like, stealing your only source of food every time I come over?” 

“The first one. I hate those things. They’re dry. I don’t understand how you eat them like that.” 

“Woah! Rude! Whatever, more for me. Hey, you’ll help me with all that schoolwork I missed, right?” You punch him in the shoulder playfully, which might’ve knocked the wind out of him had it been aimed any closer at his sternum. “I think we have almost all the same teachers. And I'm a quick learner, so it won't be so bad for you."

“Fine,” he says with a faux reluctance that would really only be convincing to a child, “I can walk you home.” 

“Haha,” and you punch his shoulder again, soothing it this time with a pat before you trail your hand up to the side of his neck, clasping the side of it with your warm palm, like you’re holding his pulse in your hand, and Dan Heng holds his breath so you won’t easily feel the rapid thump of blood underneath his skin, “maybe next time, champ.” 

You’re smiling again, laughing when you look at the paling expression on his face, like you know something he doesn’t, and he barely has time to feel disappointed at your easy rejection before you laugh, breathy, one more time, and say goodbye. 

(Himeko, to Dan Heng’s utter misery, hounds him for “details, the whole story, what did they say, Heng?!” the second he steps into the threshold of his house, keys still dangling from his hand. Terrible, awful, miserable. He does in fact, tell her everything.)

[sweetdispatch]

Takeout and romcom? - W. Eklund

masterlist pairing: William Eklund x fem!reader summary: After Fabian' trade, William was ready to confess his feelings warning: swear words

You’ve met William totally unexpectedly. You were rushing to leave the airport and accidentally ran into him. He spilled his drink on your shirt and felt bad about it. You tried to tell him that it's nothing but he insisted on repaying you somehow. You didn’t have time for that so you just gave him your instagram. 

After two days you got a message from William and he took you for a coffee. It was a nice meeting and you enjoyed his company. One meeting turned into another and you two became friends. You met his teammates but noticed that the closest he is with Fabian. You were hanging out with both of them. 

William really liked you because you never saw him as a famous athlete. You didn’t even know anything about hockey until you met him. You were treating him like a normal person and didn’t want to use him for his money. He was slowly falling for you every time you two were seeing each other. 

Fabian could see that William has feelings for you. Will didn’t want to say it out loud but every time the three of you were meeting, it was more than obvious. He was gentle with you, always making sure you’re alright. You were blushing like crazy because he was caring about you like never before. 

With the small gestures, you gained feelings for William but you never confessed them. You were scared that he sees in you only a friend. Also, you were afraid that he’ll laugh at you. He was an athlete with lots of beautiful women in his dms and you were just you. You were a student and was working in a drugstore. You were insecure that you’re not good for him. 

These unsaid feelings between you two were going on for a couple months. The most unexpected situation forced William to finally say them out loud. He was resting in his home when he got a phone call from Fabian. He was giggly until he heard those words. 

“What’s up?” William picked up with a big smile on his lips. 

“I’m leaving. I’m going to Ottawa” Fabian told him and William couldn’t say anything. For a minute he was quiet on the other side.

“Are you for real?” He finally asked. 

“Unfortunately” Fabian sighed and continued. “You’re not losing your friend but I want to tell you something” 

“Anything” William felt sadness in his heart that his closest friend is leaving him.

“Tell her your feelings” Fabian said. 

“What are you talking about?” William laughed awkwardly. 

“You’re not discret Will. I can see that you like her and I can tell you that she likes you too. Just do it brother” Fabian tried to encourage William. 

“I don’t know, should I?” William asked unsure if this is a right solution. 

“You should. Don’t regret it later that you haven’t told her when he finds someone else because she was too tired of waiting for you” Fabian told him and William took his words to his heart. 

After a couple more minutes of the conversation, Fabian hung up. William’s feelings were a mess. He was sad and mad that he lost his friend and teammate but he was also thinking hard about Fabian' words. Fabian noticed that he’s in love with you and told him to make a move. It wasn’t that he was scared of doing it, he was scared of the consequences. William’s head was thinking about the negative side of his confession. 

What if you won’t like him back and this will ruin the dynamic?

What if you tell him that you also have feelings but the relationship will end in a couple of weeks because you can’t work as a couple? 

William was so caught up with his thoughts that didn't notice missed phone calls from you. You two had plans for the evening to go see a movie but it slipped out of his mind. You were scared that something happened to him and decided to go and check on him. After three hours, the ring bell brought him back from the trance. 

“Hi, what are you doing here?” William asked you. 

“We had plans for today but you hadn’t shown up and when you didn’t answer my phone calls, I decided to visit you” You explained to him and William looked at you completely dumbfounded. 

“Shit, I’m so sorry for ditching you but I learnt today that Fabian is leaving and I got lost” William told you and let you into his place.

“Oh my poor baby” You hugged him. “Is there anything I can do for you?” 

“Can you stay with me?” William asked you at the verge of tears. 

“Of course. How about takeout and romcom?” You proposed and William nodded. 

William ordered the food and you picked a movie. There was no talking between the two of you. You didn’t want to push him into talking. You know that if he’ll be ready, he’ll talk to you. All you wanted was to give him support in this hard moment. You were aware how much Fabian meant to him. 

After the movie, you stood up to throw away the packages from the food when William grabbed your wrist. You looked down at him and from his face you could tell that he wants you to sit down and stay with him. You did exactly the thing and waited for him to speak. It didn’t take long enough for him to open up. 

“Fabian’ trade is not the only thing that kept my mind busy” William said to you. 

“What was the other thing?” You asked him curious. 

“He told me that I should do something but I was thinking about the consequences if I say it to the person” William told you and you looked confused at him. 

“And what’s your conclusion?” You pushed the topic.

“That I will do it” William smiled at you softly. 

“That’s good. I’m happy that you’re ready to do whatever Fabian told you to do” You were completely clueless about what William was talking about. 

“I need to confess something to you” William started and grabbed your hand. “I like you. More like a friend. I really enjoy the time we’re spending together. You’re seeing me as a normal person and not an athlete. You never wanted my money or fame but you wanted to know me. I really like you and I would love to have you as my girlfriend” He told you in one breath. You widely smiled at him and jumped into his arms. 

“I like you too. I love spending time with you. Next to you I feel so alive. You taught me so many things and helped me find myself. I would love to be your girlfriend” You confessed to him while looking into his eyes. 

William didn’t say anything back. He pulled you into a kiss and you two melted under each other's touch. It was a fresh start for both of you and both of you couldn’t be happier. You and William were thankful for Fabian who pushed you two into each other’s arms. Bad thing with good ending.