☎️ Telephone ☎️
pairings: corky x f!reader
summary: Corky and (Y/N) are phone buddies that plan to hang for the first time.
part II
warnings: probably spelling errors
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further warnings: none
“i’m just saying, pineapples belong on pizza, it’s for the finest of people” You hear Corky chuckle through the phone.
“you’re saying that you’re one of the finest people?“ You tease.
“…what if i were? would you stop making excuses to not let me over?” She teased back.
“you know my reasoning… plus i have nothing fun over here” You almost pout as you look around your boring home.
“we can always improvise, i’m lonely (Y/N)” She pleads. You giggle at her behavior and roll your eyes.
“well then… have any plans for tomorrow?” You ask.
“none whatsoever” She answers.
“well be here at around… 9. i should be off by then” You reply.
“well then…” Her sentence halted as she yawned. “it’s a date”
“okay, goodnight sleepyhead” You joke.
“goodnight, (Y/N)” She says and you hang up. You tuck yourself into bed, barely able to calm your nerves about what was to come tomorrow. Your first hangout with your crush.
THE FOLLOWING DAY
You rush into your apartment with your arms full of groceries, almost dropping them a few times. You reach your small kitchen island and place the heavy bags down with a sigh. Here goes nothing.
HOURS LATER
A knock is heard at your front door just as your timer goes off for the food. You hurriedly open the oven door and grab the heavy tray of food with your mitts.
You rush towards the door and take a deep breath to calm your nerves. “it’ll be fine” You say quietly. You open the door to reveal Corky leaned up against the door frame, flowers in hand.
“good afternoon, beautiful” She grins.
“good afternoon, are these for me?” You say, shifting your weight onto one leg.
“nah, i just like to carry roses around” She replies.
“okay smart ass” You both laugh and she hold the bouquet out for you.
“may i?” She asks, glancing behind you. You hum and step to the side, closing the door as she walks in.
“where do you want these?” She asks, slowly walking as she looks around your humble home.
“you can sit them on the table, i’ll put them in a vase later” You answer.
You head back towards the kitchen and peel back the aluminum that covered your famous lasagna. You’ve gotten a lot of complements for it over the years so of course it would be your go-to.
“i hope you like lasagna” You say aloud before grabbing two plates from your cabinet.
“not a big fan, actually, but maybe yours is different” You hear from behind. You turn ti see her walking towards you, her leather jacket she wore at the door, now gone. Allowing you to see her tattoos and slim body.
You fix the plates for the two of you and lead her to the dining table. “want a drink?” You ask as she sits down.
“….have any beer?” She asks.
“of course” You grin and shake your head.
“what?” She asks.
“oh nothing… nothing” You chuckle. You grab her a beer and yourself a water as you head back out. The two of you reminisced on conversations you’ve had on the phone, resulting in small breaks of laughter and/ or embarrassment.
Eventually, the room got quiet aside from the clanking and eating noises that occurred.
“thanks for the flowers, they’re really pretty” You say.
“oh yeah! i came across them after work” She says.
“how is work?” You ask.
“pretty good, nothing to really complain about… it’s simple. what about you?”
“only thing i can complain about is the lack of flexibility, i can hardly go anywhere fun, you know?” You pick around at your food with your fork, no longer feeling hungry.
“we can always bring the fun to us” Corky retorts. You look up from your plate to find her looking at you with a devious smile.
“you’re bad” You laugh.
“well, bad girls have all the fun” She shrugs. “this lasagna is absolutely amazing by the way. the last time i had it, it tasted like shit” Corky says with the straightest face ever.
The fact that you could tell that she was being serious made your cheeks tingle as you became bashful. “stop” You look away before going to collect the china.
“i’m serious, i usually hate this stuff” She raises her eyebrows.
“well i’m glad i made it enjoyable, i have strawberry shortcake in the fridge for dessert if you would like a slice?”
“did you make that too?” She asks.
“nope, not that much of a cook” You joke. You toss the dishes int he sink and pull out the cake. You grab two more plates from your cabinet and take a knife to the table.
“looks good” Corky states. You hum in agreement and pop the top off.
“so…” You start as you cut her a slice. “you mentioned bringing the fun earlier. care to give a few examples? it gets boring pretty quickly” You say.
“sure, there’s plenty to do… you can paint, work out, do some yoga, make a meal you’ve never made, call a friend, binge movies, play games..” She lists.
“well, what do you usually do?”
“i mainly go out to bars or eat at restaurants “
“i see… did you want to do any of the things you listed tonight?” You speak before taking in a forkful of cake.
“i say watch a movie and play a game” She finished her cake.
“i don’t have any games though, it never crossed my mind to grab any” You admit. Plus you’re here alone all the time, why would you need a game.
“that’s okay, there’s verbal games” She gets up and takes the cake into the living room, sitting in on your coffee table. You open up an entertainment center drawer and pull out your collection of movies.
“which one?” You ask as you present her the bin. She digs through a bit before quickly lifting one from the pile.
“awe man, i like this movie” She says.
“Dirty Dancing… i like this one too” You smile. You put the movie in and turn off any unnecessary lighting.
“you really like that cake huh?“ You joke.
“i do, you might have to take it away” She chuckles.
“by all means, eat as much as you want” You surrender.
A while passes and the whole time all you could think about, was how your crush was in your living room, basically having a date with you.
“truth or dare” Cory says out of nowhere.
“uhh.. truth”
“have you ever done it with another girl?” She asks.
“nope” You answer simply.
“guy?”
“… are you trying to go more than once?” You ask.
“are you a virgin?” She asks.
“truth or dare, corky” You smile.
“…truth” She chuckles and shakes her head.
“is there anyone that you’re interested in?” You ask.
“ not too sure, we should come back to that.” She answers. You hum and she does the same. “truth or dare?”
“truth”
“what about you?”
‘Should I? It’s not like she’ll know for certain.. i don’t want to embarrass myself and lose my chance though..’ You think.
“…yeah… there is” You direct your attending back to the TV feel her eyes on you. Looking you up and down. “truth or dare?” You ask, trying to keep your cool.
“i say dare”
“i dare you…” You look around the house for an idea. But something better popped into your head. “i dare you to show me your best fake O” You grin.
“that’s heavy” She scratched her head. “don’t think i do this often” She points at you. You put your hands up as if surrendering.
“wouldn’t dream of it” You reply. She knits her eyebrows and slightly parts her lips before making the most exotic expression. She starts breathing heavy and put and arm on the table to keep herself upright.
She suddenly stops and goes back to her first position. “and scene, legs would be shaking of course, but, can’t do that in jeans” She shrugs.
“ top notch performance” You joke.
“ thank you thank you” She bows with a laugh.
“alright, truth or dare (Y/N). careful what you pick” Corky teases.
“why do you have to sound like such a menace” You jokingly roll your eyes. “dare”
“… let me pick what you wear for the rest of the game” She tilts her head, mockingly.
“sure, let’s go” You reply, seemingly unprovoked. Deep down, you were hoping that she wouldn’t pick something provocative. Or maybe you were hoping for the opposite.
“don’t talk about my bed sheets, they were my grandmas” You start off.
“i can tell” She chuckles and you walk her towards your wardrobe.
“ha ha.” You mock dryly. “ there are clothes here and in my drawers, do your worst” You sit on the edge of the bed, tilting your head as you watch Corky sort through your clothes.
A few minutes later, she’d found the small section of your mothers old clothes that she handed down to you. She held up the dress your mother used to love most.
It was all black, sweet heart collared, off shoulder, maxi, and paired beautifully with her pearls. You remember when she’d tell you about how she met your father while wearing that dress.
“oh man” Corny says before looking at you with an excited face. It made you smile to see her like that. “this is the one” She nods. You take the dress from her and head to your bathroom to put it on.
Once you got it adjusted, you walked back out, only to find her no where around the room. You walk into the hall and out into the living room.
There she was, ‘man spreading’ on the couch with yet, another slice of shortcake. “you’re gonna regret eating all of that later” You put a hand on your hip.
“well let me be the judge of th…” Her speech fades as she turned her head to look at you. The way she stared directly at your face, mouth agape, made you shy.
“is it not what you expected?” You ask, confused.
“not at all… in a good way, i mean” She gets up, looking you up and down as she makes her way over.
“is Corky the player blushing right now?” You grin at her.
“ *pshh* you’re seeing things” She denies. You hum and she sets her remaining cake on the table. Her hands find your waist while your arms subconsciously wrapped around her neck.
I've been meaning to tell you
I've been meaning to tell you
I look at you and I fantasize
You're mine tonight
Hungry Eyes plays from your television as the two of rock side to side. “heh, this is so cliché” You shake your head.
“well i’m loving cliché” She says, looking into your eyes with her infamous grin.
“mm” You try to match her boldness by carrying out the game. “so… truth or dare Corky” You keep the eye contact.
“Dare” She answers. You look up while you think briefly look down at the coffee table.
“okayy… grab your plate” She stares at you and you avoid her gaze. You could tell she was confused. But regardless, she granted your wish.
“now what?” She asks. You dip her fingers in the whip cream frosting and rub the white substance onto your collarbone.
“you know what to do” You grin at her.
“you’re somethin’ else” She shakes her head. Her eyes were focused on yours while she took her time getting close, building up your nerves.
Her tongue ran over your skin as if it’s been doing it for years. You knew she was experienced, she applied pressure, and traced every dip in the area.
Once the cream was gone, she pulled back with a smirk, and you put one on as well. “ i think i have my answer now” She starts and you look at her in confusion. “to your truth?”
“ohh, what is it?” You ask.
“definitely interested in someone” She answers, waiting for a response from you. You felt your heart skip a beat as your confidence slowly shrank.
“that’s funny..” You take the hand you dipped and raise it to your face. “ i’m interested in someone too” You say before sucking her fingers clean, earning that devilish smile from her.
This was, hands down, the best game of truth or dare you’ve played.
(A/N): this is a brain fart write, just smile and wave😭
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