#friend to lovers

[rayaswrittings]

I just want to feel

Pairing: Colby Brock x Fem!best friend!reader

Summary: your best friends, Sam and Colby, ask you to be in one of their Q&A videos, but there’s alcohol involved… a lot of it.

Warning(s): SMUT! Mature Language, mature themes, kissing, alcohol, unprotected p in v, Friends to lovers trope :)), choking etc.

This is a long writing so I’m sorry for mistakes!

“Are you sure I should be in the video? I mean, your fans barely know about me” You ask for a final time as Sam leads you to the living room, his recording camera already set up in front of the couch where Colby had been sitting. The two of them were wearing all black so you did too, a black off the shoulder sweater that was old. It was one of the main things you’d leave at Sam and Colby’s in case you ever crashed for the night.

While most people would kill to be in their videos, you never really saw the point. You were somewhat camera shy and a complete nobody. Why would anyone care to see you on the screen? Not to mention all the random internet ships that come with it all. You grew up with Sam, which means you ultimately grew up with Colby as soon as they met. You were only a teenager and now that your adults, you stay at theirs from time to time when your out with friends and get wasted at a party.

Colby would always come and get you from them.

“Our fans will love you. Just be honest and chill, okay?” Sam nods toward Colby and you walk past him to sit next to the dark haired boy, his strong cologne filling your nose.

“Don’t be nervous, at least we have alcohol” Colby’s comment made a small laugh escape from your lips, and you shook your head at his playful smirk. He was right. Alcohol always calmed you down and made your anxiety a little bit less of what it usually was.

You watch the blonde lean forward to turn on the camera and Colby does the same, although you sit back and watch them do their intro. You’d only been in a few other videos of there’s as a small guest but they always made it known to their fans who you were. After all, you all basically started off nobody’s together.

You remember the last morning you had left for school with Sam in freshman year. It was the last day you’d left alone with him for the rest of high school. Your parents were close to each other so you and Sam had practically known each other for most of your lives, but that day, when he met Colby, it wasn’t just the two of you anymore.

The three of you would take the bus together every morning and walk home every afternoon, spending almost every second in between still with one another. It was perfect. Your group was so refreshing, it felt so right.

Your first argument was when you were in junior year, at a party you knew you shouldn’t of been at.

At the time, you’d been talking to this senior, James. He was the captain of your schools swim team and fairly muscular for his 17 years of age. That night at the party was the first time you’d really done anything, he kept handing you shots and like an idiot, you took them. Looking back on it now, you know it could’ve been avoided, but you also trusted the boy you liked. You truly wanted to just fit in with his friends.

That was until he tried to to undo your crochet top in the middle of the dance floor, whispering dirty nothings into your ear that made you feel disgusting.

When you told him off, he got angry with you, grabbing your arm and trying to pull you away so he could get you alone. People were starting to stare and you were starting to get embarrassed, like you were some random slut he’d been taking upstairs.

But then he was ripped away from you, and in only a matter of seconds, Sam’s hand was laid on the small of your back, checking you for bruises the boy might’ve given you. He was trying to talk to you, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the chaos on the floor.

“Colby, get off of him!” You scream, noticing the blood coming from James’s face. Colby was on top of him, punching him the hardest you’d ever seen anyone punch, not sparing him anything. Sam held you back when you tried to get close, they saw what he did to you and there was no way in hell they’d let it slide.

The sound of police sirens fill the street and everyone is quickly running out of the house, and finally Colby stands up. He wipes his now busted lip before looking back at his two friends, but you couldn’t take your eyes off the bloody mess laid on the floor.

You hated blood.

“Y/N-“ you push yourself off Sam and past Colby, looking out the window to watch the police cars pull in front of the house. It looked like a murder scene, and you were so in shock you couldn’t even think straight. “Y/N, we have to go” Colby tries to grab your arm but you quickly pull it away, and now he’s able to see the tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Get out of here!” You can hear the officers radio the closer they get, and all you could think about was getting Sam and Colby out of there. “Go! Please just go!” Your pleading words make it almost impossible to not listen, and with only a few more seconds, your friends were gone.

That was the day you realized the severity of your friendship— or at least you and Colby’s friendship. The fact that all of you would do anything for each other, whether that was beating up an abuser, or putting your life on the line for the other person.

Ever since then, you and Colby had this undeniable tension between the two of you. It was weird, like something you couldn’t figure out. It was only made purely visible that night.

You’d never even kissed Colby, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about it sometimes. Your usually able to hide it, your desire for the boy, except when your at parties.

Whenever you drink, it’s like everything has to come out the way you think it. Nothing like liquid courage, huh? That’s the exact reason you didn’t want to do the video.

You never stopped thinking about that night.

“Y/N?” You blinked at the touch against your arm, and Colby was looking at you with a slight confusion on his face. “You okay?” You notice the camera’s recording light and nod, sitting up with a smile. “I think it’s time to get drunk, huh?” He nudged you and you nod with a laugh “first question!”

One of your other friends was there reading the questions for you, and even though you thought you’d start off light, she did not give you a break.

“What’s the worst doing the dirty experience you’ve had?” Sam and Colby stare at each other for a second until one of them laughs, shaking their head with the dumbest response. Sam, of course makes a joke out of it but Colby has no shame in what he says, as always.

“One time I had a girl use a lot of teeth, and uh… we never talked again. It was very awkward” Sam hisses at the statement, which makes you laugh too. “What about you, Y/N?” Colby turns to you and your face almost turns red from the sudden eyes on you. Everyone in the room and the camera was waiting on you now.

“Uh… I guess the last time I was talking to a guy. I had to fake the whole thing and he finished quick so it just felt so awkward and it was silent the rest of the night” Colby and Sam raise their eyebrows at you but are laughing at the same time. They knew who you were talking about.

“Colby, why do you post with girls on social media and never tell the fans what’s going on?” The question takes all of you by surprise and Colby’s eyes go wide. That was exactly what happened with you and why you didn’t want to be on the channel that much anymore.

“Umm…” He laughs nervously, looking over at you for a split second. “Because sometimes, I don’t know what’s going on, alright? I’m just posting the post and maybe it turns into something or maybe it doesn’t?”

“It’s not like their your girlfriend” Sam interjects and Colby nods agreeably.

“Let’s just say if I had a girlfriend, you guys would know” After you guys are done with that question, your kind of sitting back and watching the two answer at that point. Except they had to drink once so you did too, now you were all one shot in.

“Colby, why do you have a pair of handcuffs in your room?” Everyone’s face is in shock in the room as they look at Colby, waiting for his answer. He laughs nervously again, looking over at same with wide eyes before sitting up.

“I uh… you know I-“

“Might have to drink on that one, huh?” You tease and he rolls his eyes at your words with a laugh, closing the alcohol bottle he was about to open.

“No, no. I um… I use them for personal fun. Yeah, that’s-“

“What the fuck does that mean” You and Sam burst out laughing but your friend shakes her head. “Judge says no. Drink!” Sam hands him the bottle and Colby’s face is now turning a slight red. A tint only you could see because of how close you were.

“I’ve used them for sexual fun” He says just as he’s about to pour the shot, but your friend rolls her eyes and nods that he doesn’t have to drink.

“That was luck” Colby nudges your arm and shrugs, that annoying smirk of his only making you laugh.

“Name two dirty kinks you have” The girl reads and all three of you are wide eyeing the camera. Sam curses under his breath and Colby is still in shock. It was still so early in the game, already?

“Wait, I’m not answering that. I already said one, right?” Sam agrees to Colby but the judge shakes her head. “Just one more then? I already day said one!”

“You go first, Y/N” Sam cuts off his clearly pressured friend and they both turn to you, but your face is an even deeper red then Colby’s now.

“Um… I don’t—I mean it’s been a long time so I don’t really know…”

“Oh come on, Everyone has them” Colby teases and you glare at him, letting out a sigh as you sat back on the couch.

Apart of you was afraid to tell them, because you’d never really been that open with them about sexual preferences. Sam wasn’t the one you were worried about, him and Katrina were perfectly locked in with each other and you knew whatever you said didn’t matter.

But with Colby, there was always this unspoken tension between the two of you. One you tried to ignore but always failed terribly when you’d see him make out with another girl. You were afraid he’d see right through you if you answered the question, and if there was one thing you couldn’t ignore,

It was the way he’d look at you.

“I think… I think choking is attractive, but like not too aggressively, you know?”

“So your submissive?” Colby’s words go through your ear and straight down. He was clearly trying to get to you with that question, and there it was again.

The tension between the two of you.

“Sometimes” You try to cover it up but you can feel his eyes piercing right through you, his smirk showing the small of his pearly white teeth that always made you blush. “What about you then, hmm? Mr. Talk shit” You push his face and the two of them laugh, but Colby is no longer embarrassed to say it.

“I like to be Dominant” He says to the camera and Sam blows air from his mouth, shake his head in disbelief. Colby isn’t looking at you on purpose. Oh god, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

You lean back on the couch, scratching your nose to try and hide your burning hot cheeks from everyone’s eyes. It was like he was doing it on purpose. He was so clearly teasing you.

And you wished it wasn’t working, but it’s been so long that it’s impossible for your stomach not to twist into multiple knots.

Or at least that’s the excuse you gave yourself.

After many more questions and many more drinks, the alcohol started to take a toll on all three of you already. You had only had three shots and even the camera was hard to focus on. Sam and Colby’s eyes had been getting red but yours were harder to see because of your eyelashes.

“Who do you think is the most attractive clubhouse member besides Kat” Colby and your own eyes go wide and you both stare at Sam. Obviously he couldn’t answer that, but neither could you, right?

“None! Sorry, gotta drink to that. Can’t answer cause it ain’t true” Sam sasses the camera while opening the bottle. Colby laughs, both of you applauding your friend.

“Yeah, I’m gonna drink to that one as well” Colby reaches down to grab the other bottle from the floor, pouring it into his shot glass. “I can’t answer that, but I do have someone in mind” he cheers to the camera and his words alone make your stomach twist once again. It definitely wasn’t you, but saying something like that… after the other questions..

“What about you, Y/N?” The girl asks as the boys down their own shots. She raises an eyebrow, “might as well give us something here, right?” As much as you wanted to decline and run away embarrassed, you could feel the liquid courage increasing.

The way everyone looked at you, they all knew who it was. You leaned back with a huff, you could feel Colby’s eyes on you the entire time you were stalling, but when you looked at him, his eyes pierced through you.

“I think… I think I’ll drink too” Sam and Colby boo at you when you pour the shot. You couldn’t do it. He didn’t either so that must mean he doesn’t… feel the same, Right?

“I can’t even see the camera anymore, dude” Sam laughs at Colby’s words. Sam has more shots then the two of you so you’d imagine he’d be the one saying it, but of course it was Colby.

Maybe that’s why he was looking at you like that..

Towards the end of the video, all three of you were pretty drunk. Sam was the least, you were in the middle, and Colby… Jesus. Colby was so drunk.

“Fuck, man” Colby lays his head on the end table for just a second, you could tell his head was spinning. You rub his back, his body temperature is very warm. You look over to Sam and nod toward the camera, and Sam immediately understands.

“Maybe we should take a small break?”

“Where are you going?” You ask Sam, watching him put on his jacket and grab his keys. You finished the video about 30 minutes ago and Colby was on the couch watching tv, while you had just changed into night clothes which really were only comfy shorts and a crop top like usual.

“I have to go stay at Kat’s tonight. We’re heading to her parents tomorrow morning” You hum, pouring a glass of water for yourself and one for Colby. You had forgotten Sam was going away for a few days. “Try not to have too much fun while I’m gone” You stop and look at him with slightly furrowed brows, but he’s just raising his eyebrows with a shrug, leaving you with the confusion of his statement.

He doesn’t… he can’t know, right? You weren’t that obvious.

“Water?” Your voice is enough to catch Colby’s attention from the tv. He was watching some random scary movie it looked like but you’d never seen it so you weren’t completely sure. You hand him the water and take a seat next to him, leaving a gap between the two of you. You had thought the tension would be gone by now but it clearly wasn’t, you could only hope it was just your overthinking.

“What’s up with you? You were being weird the whole video” His question makes you somewhat relieved. Maybe he didn’t suspect anything, maybe it really was all just in your own head—but how were you meant to explain you couldn’t focus because of how badly you wanted him. Even now, he was leaned back on the couch, his hair messy from running his hands through it and his tattoos on full display for you to look at. Jesus, it felt like torture.

Why did you have to get drunk?

“I just didn’t feel good” You shrug, looking over at the tv and tilting the glass of water toward your lips. You can feel his eyes on you, waiting for you to give him a real answer but he doesn’t push you. He only takes a sip of his water, turning back to the movie.

“Are you going home tonight?” You glance at the clock, it’s already 11. Should you? You have a room here, you didn’t really need to.

But did he want you to?

“I was planning on staying but if you don’t want me to-“

“I want you to stay” Your stomach twists, with excitement and somewhat nervousness at the same time. He was being direct but he wasn’t even looking at you. You wanted to stay and watch the movie with him, but the more you looked at him, the more the drunken side of you just wanted to kiss him.

You wanted him.

“Come here” You hesitate for a few seconds before placing your drink back on the glass table in front of you, moving to sit closer to the boy. His arm was laid on the back of the couch and he opens the blanket he’d been using to you. He wanted you close.

Your practically curled next to him by the middle of the movie, head laid in the crook of his neck and your legs sitting on top of his own. Not much had been said all movie, but Colby was getting more and more touchy as it went on.

His fingers traced shapes on your bare legs under the blanket, the cold metal of his rings sometimes brushing against your skin. He made it seem so normal, like it was an every day thing the two of you did together.

But this only made you so much hornier.

His scent radiates from his neck, and it was almost as if you wanted to kiss his neck right then and there. It was so alluring—He was so alluring to you.

And he knew it.

“Do you want to tell me why you were really acting weird today?” He asks again, looking down at the tent his hand made under the blanket while he caressed your leg.

You bite your bottom lip, looking at the blanket as well. You could feel the tingling feeling between your legs as his hand touched you farther, as if he had been testing the waters before actually saying anything.

“Colby…” You can’t help but pull your legs even closer together, and that alone is all he needed to tell him how you felt. “Not everything needs an explanation. It’s just… complicated”

“Complicated, huh?” He hums sarcastically, in a knowing form. You bite your lip as you watch him rub his temple, frustration radiating off of him. “You know, For the longest time, I tried to let this whole thing go out of respect for you, Y/N” He mumbled, his voice low and husky with passion. God, he sounded so hot. Even if he was upset, you just couldn’t help yourself. “I always thought it would be you and Sam” He lets out a huffed chuckle, still keeping his eyes on his lap. “But I want it to be me”

What?

No. He isn’t… he doesn’t mean what you think, right? Colby Brock isn’t confessing his feelings for you, right?

“Colby, what’s wrong with you?” His body tenses when you ask that stupid question. What’s wrong with him? Like you didn’t know.

“What’s wrong with me? What about you?” He finally turns his head to look at you, his drunken, sad and very horny eyes staring lasers into yours. “You can’t seriously sit here and believe yourself when you ask me that question” You couldn’t think. You didn’t even move for awhile because of your lack of words or thoughts for that matter. You wanted to give in, but you were also so terrified of if it wasn’t real.

“Colby, I’m not the person you want. Trust me, you will figure that out soon enough” He scoffs as you get off the couch, trying to at least relieve some of the tension between the two of you. Colby was so tired of waiting, but you were just too scared.

“How do you know what I want? You’ve barely spoke to me the past few weeks!” The boy calls after you when your walking away from the couch, his voice only makes you stop. “You’ve been weird for weeks, Y/N. Don’t ask me what’s wrong with me when you can’t even tell me how you feel”

“Colby, I don’t know how I feel!” You turn around with frustration, staring at the back of his head. He was still sat on the couch, and part of you hoped he stayed there—but another part wanted him to go after you. “I haven’t just been distant because of you-“

“That’s such bullshit and you know it” He stands, turning to look at you. You were far too drunk for this. You could feel the unnecessary tears already filling your eyes, you didn’t want to argue with him. “Look me in my eyes and tell me that—then I’ll let it go”

“Can we please just talk about this tomorrow-“

“You know what I think? I think your just scared of feeling weak. Your scared of letting someone in, Y/N. And the past few weeks we’ve been getting closer than before, that’s why your distant now. That’s your biggest weakness” Colby scoffs, grabbing his jacket off the couch and slipping it on with ease. You furrow your eyebrows as he walks toward you, and past you.

You grab his arm, “Colby, your drunk. Don’t go out, Please” he’s avoiding your eyes but you can see the chisel on his jaw, clenching with what you thought had been anger. “I don’t know how to do this, Colby. I… I can’t even bring myself to say the words I want to say to you” He tears his arm away from you, snatching his keys from the countertop. No. You couldn’t let it end like that—not when you have so much to say. “Okay, fine!”

“You want the truth, Colby? For years all I felt for you for you, all in silence because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship with Sam and Each other. I watched you with other girls since we were juniors! I couldn’t stand you, but yet I also couldn’t stand to be without you. Everywhere I go, I always want you with me—and when i’d see you with other girls, it would make me feel stupid, like my feelings meant nothing to you even if you didn’t know”

“How was I supposed to tell you that? How was I supposed to tell you that even after everything that’s happened, I still can’t stop loving you!” Your confession slips like words of anger said in an heated argument. Colby still wasn’t looking at you, which only made your heart ache even worse. You just poured your heart out to him—couldn’t he at least look at you?

“When you got put in the hospital during senior year, I was there every fucking second with you! I cried, Colby! I was a mess for days, and Sam was the one who had to juggle the two of us!” You remembered that day like it was yesterday. The day you’d gotten into a huge argument with Sam about your feelings for Colby. Sam always knew of both your feelings, but he didn’t say anything to the other. If you were going to admit, it had to be to each other. “I’m usually so good at hiding how I feel, but I’m getting so tired of it. The Same repeating cycle I just-“

“Why didn’t you just tell me, Y/N. Why didn’t you-“

“Are you serious? After all those talks we had about you not caring for a relationship and not wanting a future with someone? You were practically telling me no! I wanted to tell you but then you started going to parties more and kissing girls and-“

“Y/N”

“It hurt me, Colby. That’s why I didn’t tell you. It would physically hurt my chest to see you kiss another girl after flirting with me for DAYS. You played with my head and I know I played with yours too but-“

“Y/N, I’m-“

“No matter how hard I try or how many guys I find, there’s nothing for me. I can’t… I can’t move past you and it fucking sucks” You hadn’t even realized he moved until you were done talking. He was close now—close enough to hear his breathing if you’d been quiet enough. Your heart shatters with every passing moment that’s goes silent. You knew you couldn’t be the same after this, so you begged in your mind for him to say something.

Only he didn’t say anything, and for a moment you actually thought he’d leave you there alone.

But you two were meant to love each other, Remember?

A silent moan escapes your mouth as he crashes his lips into your own, the sound muffled by his. The kiss is filled with so much passion it could make one’s heart explode if you weren’t too careful, it felt like the two of you had been waiting years to do this.

Which you were.



After the first kiss, the two of you didn’t waste any time. Colby pulled you up, your legs wrapping around him as you continued to make out with the dark haired boy. His large hands cupped your ass, and soon enough you felt your back hit the cold wall. One of your hands were laid on the side of his neck while the other held the back of his hair, tugging on it slightly.

It had only been a few seconds ago you were sitting watching a movie—how in the hell did you both get here so quick?

He carried you to the couch, sitting down so you could straddle his lap instead of holding yourself up against his waist.

His hands release your ass and move up your back, slipping under your shirt to unclip your bra.

Colby smirks against your lips and removes his hand from your shirt, lifting your chin to pull away from the kiss. “Dirty girl” You hum as his lips attach to your neck, his comment making you all the more wet then you already were. You didn’t put a bra on—and Colby seemed to have really liked that you didn’t. “You make such pretty sounds—wish I could’ve heard them sooner”

You can feel the hardness under you, and the more you grind on him, the more you can feel his grip on you tighten. It didn’t hurt—it just turned you on even more.

“Colby, Please” You plead breathlessly. You wanted him to do more then just kiss your neck. You wanted him to take you to his room, to do everything he’d do to someone else. “You don’t have to be gentle with me” you tug his hair gently, meeting his lust filled eyes. You were desperate for him and you didn’t care, you’d waited since junior year to have your way with him—to have him want you.

“I’ll leave marks all over you, Y/N” he says in a slightly warning tone as if he didn’t want to completely destroy you in that moment, but you shake your head, grabbing his hand that slipped to the waistband of your sleeper shorts.

“I just want to feel something” You say in a tone he’d never heard you in before, one that made him want you even worse then before. You slip your hand off his own and place it on his chiseled chest, feeling the crease of his abs all the way down until you reached his belt. You wanted him, you just wanted him to know that. “I want to feel you, Colby. I want you”

“You want me to treat you like everyone else?” You hesitate but nod after a few seconds, slipping off his lap to stand to your feet. He stands in front of you, his height making a clear difference above you. His expression hadn’t changed yet, he was so hard to read. “I won’t do that, Y/N” Before you could say anything, he was already picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist again, crashing his lips back into yours as he made his way to his room.

This man… you didn’t know how to describe the feeling you had when he kissed you, but it was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. He was so different from everyone else you’d been with, and you didn’t know why.

You did. Deep down you knew why he made you feel the way he did. Colby was the only guy you truly wanted. Even when you had a boyfriend, you still wanted him instead.

He drops you onto his bed, removing his black wife beater and throwing it to the side, revealing his tattooed body you’ve grown to love looking at. He looked so good in this lighting, and the way his hair fell messy over his forehead—you couldn’t stop your thoughts from running wild.

“I want you, Y/N. I need to know I have all of you—that your only for me” You pick your head up to look at him briefly, fingers playing with the string of his pants. “I won’t treat you like some random slut when your not”

The feeling of his fingertips brushing against your skin made you shiver, it made you feel as if this might’ve not been real, maybe a dream after all. But after seeing his face and feeling his hand stop just above your waistline, everything felt at ease.

“I’ve always been yours, Colby Brock” That was all he needed to hear, all he needed to give into you.

And soon enough, here you were again, pinned against the bed while Colby’s hands grip your waist, peppering sweet kisses against your neck. You almost couldn't hold it in.

Your hand slowly found its way to the back of his neck, running your fingers through his hair as his wandering hands went right under your shorts. You knew what you were doing with the outfit, and it only made him laugh just thinking about it.

“Please, Colby. I don’t want you to hold back… I want you to give me all of you” you were smirking to yourself, biting your nail like this was somewhat funny to you. Colby didn’t see the appeal, if he was going to fuck you, he was going to ruin you for anyone else.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/N” He tells you with a sharp tone, moving to place his hands against the beds cloth, closing you between him. You smirk, looking him up and down once before looking back to his face.

“I’m tired of waiting” The two of you laid there, staring at the other for what felt like forever until He finally gave in, cursing himself under his breath before he grabbed your neck to pull you into a rough kiss. Your body is flush against his as he completely explores your body with his hands. You could feel his growing erection, you could feel his hunger for your body like he felt yours.

“Colby” You mumble in a breathless moan. His lips remove from yours and move to your jaw, hungrily peppering wet kisses down it, all the way to your neck.

“You are so fucking hot, Jesus” He groans against your ear, placing soft kisses on your sensitive skin. Your moans are what encourage him the most. Hearing your sweet whimpers in his ear as he sucked on your neck felt like a dream. Believe god, he’d had that dream many, many times before.

“I’ve waited so long for this” Your breathless under him, gripping his hair between your small fingers. You could feel his cock pressing against you, begging for your tongue. It was big—he was so fucking big. It should’ve scared you but you were more intrigued, grinding your hips against his to gain some friction with the little time you had before he stopped your bratty movements.

“I know you have” He teases and you only roll your eyes, grabbing his hand that held you steady against him. You could feel his lips brushing your skin, he wanted to mark you, and you wanted him to. You wanted Colby Brock to let everyone know you were his.

“Nothings stopping me from walking out that door” You hum, holding his head and slightly pushing it down so his lips reattached to your neck. “I’ll find someone else—someone who hasn’t played with me for years” A grunt escapes his mouth as if he had been fighting with the feeling, shaking his head between your neck before meeting your eyes again; your bratty, untamed eyes.

“You’ve waited so long I thought? So long your body even reacts when I look at you” He’s so obviously joking and you love every second of it. Every word of degradation is like music to your ears, like a forbidden kink you didn’t know you had. “This is what you wanted, huh? All those looks you’d give me after I’d make out with randoms—you were so jealous, Sweetheart” Your ears are perking at his every word but your eyes were filled with annoyance. Colby knew now so why would you hide it? Hide your jealousy? “All those times, you could’ve just told me you wanted me and I would’ve given it all to you. Nobody else”

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling you closer to his body then before with a smirk, shrugging your shoulders. “That doesn’t matter. I have you now” His eyes. Oh god, his eyes were so hungry. At first you didn’t know what to think but it only took you a few seconds to realize once his large arms were wrapped around your thighs, pulling your body close to him.

His chin sat against your stomach, staring up at you like he had been waiting for you to say something. But you didn’t know what he was planning until his thumb was ghosting around your clothed clit, that same smirk pulling at his lips as he watched you.

He slips your shorts off with ease, along with your black lace underwear, tossing them both to the side.

“Fuck” You breath heavily, leaning your head back against the sheets, not even realizing the boy under you was now fully under you. “S-shit!” Your hand fell clasp over your mouth to silence your moan, eyes falling back on him under you. Except now, his face was pressed into your dripping wet cunt, and his fingers teased what his mouth didn’t. “Fucking hell, Colby” You mumble under your unsteady breath, trying your hardest not to moan because he had just started and you didn’t want to seem weak.

But holy shit, this boy knew how to use his tongue.

Your hand fell atop his head in hopes to gain some sort of stability but that quickly failed, given how badly he was attacking your clit. His mouth was warm against you and you already knew you’d come soon. It was like he knew your body inside and out.

“I know your not holding back on me, are you?” His words vibrate against your cunt making you jolt, thankful his arms held you down so you wouldn’t squirm. Colby was in pure bliss under you, relishing in your sweet taste that so effortlessly painted his tongue. You were wet, your cunt was begging for more even if you were a crying mess above him, like it finally found what it had been longing for.

“I can take it” He chuckles at your attempt at retaliation but still manages to one up you, slipping two of his large, slender fingers inside you. “C-Colby, let me-“

“No” He only uttered one word but it was enough to make you listen like a trained dog, allowing your legs to tremble against his face. You could’ve taken it had you been prepared, but it had been far too long before any guy had done this to you.

“You taste so fucking good, Y/N” His fingers curl against your spongy walls, pushing his tongue against your clit quickly as your moan’s increased. It was so clear you were already on edge, about to let go without it being over five minutes. You find your pride slipping from you in a matter of seconds, begging the man to let you come as your fingers tug his hair. You couldn’t hold on, your legs were far too weak.

“Please, please—Colby, please” His ears are perking as you moan his name, begging for him, moaning for him. Normally, he’d take his time with you but now? He needed to release all that tension between the two of you from years ago, he knew he couldn’t last much longer. He needed to be inside of you, and for that exact reason is why he only sped up under you. “G-gonna come..!”

Your mind tried to come up with some sort of reason as to how you got yourself here, How you got your best friend between your legs, and definitely how you were about to fully submit yourself to this boy while your true feelings for each other were unknown. He was thinking the same thing; how did he get so lucky to have you above him?

“Let go for me, Pretty girl” In only seconds, you’re coming undone above him, legs almost falling weak as they shook from your release, sending shivers throughout your entire body. Colby’s still torturing your body, pumping his fingers into you at a faster pace. It was clear, he was trying to kill you.

“Colby!” You cry, gripping his hair with a begging tone. You couldn’t take it much longer. You had to push him away. Finally, after what felt like forever, he removed his tongue from you, letting his fingers slip from inside you. His strong arms are the only thing that held your legs still, and you could see your release painted on his chin once he looked up at you. “Holy shit” You curse under your breath, chest heaving as he stood to his feet. You look at the large man above you, noticing once again how he towers over you.

He bites his lip, admiring your perfect body that had been on almost full display for him. He leans down when you notice how hard he is, lifting your chin with the hand he hadn’t used on you.

You watch through your eyelashes as he sucks his finger clean from your release, biting his lip with a silent chuckle at how lovingly you looked at him. You grab his hand, pulling it closer to you until his other finger was pressed against your lips—to which you copied his action from before, staring into his dark eyes as you did.

“Good girl” He knew you liked that. It was so obvious—the way your legs clench together at his praise. He pulls his hand away and moves it to your neck, pressing a soft but sloppy kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself from him, and God… it was so fucking hot.

Your hand feels his body effortlessly until you reach his aching print, a small smile pulling at your lips against him.

“Let me” You mumble breathlessly, placing your hand over his cock. You could feel how desperate he had been for you, how badly he wanted you in that moment. His hand wraps around your throat firmly, pulling your lips to crash back into his own. He was so rough and impatient—you loved it.

“I need you. Right here, Right now” His voice is deep and makes your skin shiver, the way his hands touch you so delicately but with control. His room was slightly dark, only lit by the strip of LED’s above his bed frame.

“I want to be yours, Colby. Make me yours, please” Your words make his and your own stomach twist into knots, he almost felt bad. He waited so long to make the move, afraid he misread the signs, but he’d never admit that. You allow your hands to travel down his bare abs, feeling every chisel between the pads of your fingertips. When you reach his belt, you’re quick to help him tug his pants off, watching him with the most admiration.

“After we do this, everything will change” He looks at you once more, both of your hands laid on the waistband of his underwear. You lay your free hand on the side of his neck and use the other to touch him lower—right where he wanted you the entire time.

His breath shutters at your bare touch, something he’s wanted for so long was finally right in front of him. You were all he wanted and he prayed you ensue him just as much.

“I love you, Colby. There’s no change in that” You tell him truthfully, watching his eyes soften just before you pulled his face down to kiss his lips. Except this kiss had much more

meaning—the kiss after you’d admit your feelings for one another.

He leans you down, closing you between his large body and his bed, your hand is still pressed into his print, but he’s already slipping his underwear off by the time you can notice.

Fuck. He was going to ruin you.

Your hands cup his face when his tip presses against your entrance, slick coating it by the second. You wanted him for so long, you didn’t care if it hurt at first.

You just wanted him.

From the moment he pushed inside of you, the only feeling you could endure was love. He was slow, gentle to help you get used to his size. The boy peppers kisses to your neck as he pushed further, comforting your slightly pained moans that slip from your lips without warning.

“Mmm” You let out a soft moan once his tip is past your entrance, the hard part was now over. You look at him with your lips parted, brushing your thumb over his bottom lip. He pushes your hair out of your face before kissing you, and you weren’t prepared for when he pushed into you fully with one snap of his hips.

Your toes curled and your nails dug into his skin desperately, the feeling was almost indescribable. You just felt… full.

“Oh my god” You moan against his lips, throwing your head back as he strokes you slowly, massaging your thigh. You looked so perfect like this, so pretty in this light. Your body was almost bare for him, and your body was welcoming him with open arms—he couldn’t get enough of you. “Colbs…Colby” one of your hands release his shoulder to grip the sheet underneath you, teeth catching your bottom lip between them.

“Starting to feel good?” He hums while you nod, moving his head down to your neck, placing sloppy kisses against it. His hips find a steady pace at first and gradually work their way up, starting deep, then fast to your skin. “God, you feel so good” one of his hands travels up your body until it reaches the shirt covering your upper half, just wanting to rip in off of you.

“Take it off, baby” Your breathless words are too late when he’s already slipping it off your now fully bare body, completely discarding it to the floor next to him. Jesus, you were so perfect.

“You are so beautiful, Y/N” He presses a kiss to your lips before moving down your body, trailing his wet tongue down until he reached your nipple. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, the curves of your body… you were practically made for him. A shuddered moan escapes your lips when he swirls his tongue around your hardened nipple, kneading the other with his free hand.

“Mmm!” Between the stokes of his hips and the sensations he brought to your skin, you couldn’t hold much in. You were sure you were being too loud but the two of you didn’t care. It was just you and him, nobody else.

His strong arms capture your thighs, pulling one of your legs to rest against his shoulder. “Colby! I can’t… oh my gosh” Your little voice is projecting off the walls of the empty room but you don’t care, only worried about the boy above you. Your head was still slightly spinning from the drinks you endured earlier that night and it only mixed with your horny mess of a body, begging Colby for more. “It’s so good… fuck! You’re so fucking good!”

“Look at you. Such a fucking mess under me. You needed me just as much as I needed you” He grabs the back of your head, pulling you up slightly so you were at an angle you couldn’t look away from him. His big eyes were burning holes into your own, hips rutting into you like he had something to prove.

Which he did.

“Gonna come…! Colby, I’m gonna come!” Your a whining mess under him and he loves every second of it, pushing his hips into you faster then before. Your small body was like a toy in his hand and you were at his every command, doing everything he said.

“Come for me. Want you to scream my name so the whole neighborhood knows who’s fucking you this good—so ever man knows your mine” You knew it was a bad idea but who were you to decline that request? You were already screaming as it was. “My dirty girl, Your so fucking hot like this”

“I’m coming! I’m—oh my god I-“ Your voice is cut off by your loud moan, leg shuttering against his shoulder as you felt your release threatening to push over. His tip was kissing your cervix repeatedly, and you knew you couldn’t last much longer. “Colby…!” You cry out, pressing your hand to his chest as if that was going to do anything. Your orgasm finally tipped, and you felt it hit you like a truck.

“That’s it, Baby. Good girl” His thumb rubs circles against your clit as he ruts into your harder, watching your liquid spurt from between the two of you. “My god, Y/N. So fucking good for me”

“Colby… please—Jesus-“

“You can whine all you want, but your body is calling mine for more. You want more” You grip his large arms until your knuckles turn white, scratching along his tanned skin. You curse at him, not wanting to hear his teasing any longer. “Fuck me? I’m only giving you what you want” You look at him with an angry look for a second before completely switching, a smirk pulling at your lips. Jesus, you were nasty, huh?

He pulls out of you all at once making you whine, not able to protest before he’s already flipping you over onto your stomach and pushing your ass in the air. You giggle, stretching your arms in front of you as you arch your back against him, begging him to forgive you. “I was only joking, Pretty boy” You hum, looking back at his face.

He doesn’t say anything and grabs your hips roughly, pulling you back onto his length that so easily slipped inside of you. Your eyes roll back almost instantly as he bottoms you out, pushing his cock as deep as he could reach inside you. “This is what you wanted? Then fucking take it” He growls against your ear, slamming himself into your harder than he had been before. You couldn’t even think straight, you were already so fucked out you didn’t even remember what it felt like to not be fucked.

“fuck! Right there! Please, Colby—fuck me right there!” Your begging voice is music to his ears, your hands gripping the ground under you as he pushed himself against you. “You’re so deep… so fucking good to me, baby” He hums, leaning against your body so you were entirely pressing against him, his tongue running along your skin. Once again, you could feel his sloppy kisses against your shoulder and your neck.

“Nobody can fuck you like I can, Pretty girl. Your mine. You’re all fucking mine, you hear me?” You cry out a yes, the sound of your skin slapping against each others being the only thing that could be heard. “That’s it, just like that, my love” He praises against your ear, holding your hips to press into his.

“Colby, I’m gonna come… oh my god” You whine into the sheet, feeling the pressure building up fast inside you. He’s a grunting mess above you so you knew he was close as well, he was only holding out for you. “Come with me. Please, don’t hold out on me”

The snap of his hips slow down the closer he gets, and now your body is flush against his own, rocking back and forth to his pace with his face buried in your neck.

“I fucking love you, Y/N. My girl, come for me and only me, yeah?” You moan at his words, throwing your head back against his chest as his fingers circle your sensitive clit. you couldn’t hold it anymore, and neither could he. “I’m right behind you”

Drunk sex always felt way too good but usually it was faster and much sweatier, this felt far too different. Even if your hips moved fast against his, it still felt like everything had been in slow motion. The way his hands held your delicate body in his embrace as he thrust his hips up to meet your own, how his lips parted in anticipation to kiss yours, Colby was so hungry for you—his body, was hungry for you.

“Colby… Colby!” His name rolls off your tongue in a beautiful moan. You can feel his slight hesitance but the eyes you give him are enough to tell him exactly what you wanted. You wanted all of him, just as you said.

“Fuck…!” He curses under his breath, your moans filling his ears as you clenched down onto him. He continues to coach you to it, and with one last snap of his hips and circle to your clit, you felt your body release it’s everything onto his. He shushes your loud scream while silencing his own grunts, fingers digging into your hips to pull you close, painting your gummy walls with his white, hot release.

For awhile, All that was heard was your heavy breathing and the sounds of the tv in the other room, and you soon found yourself collapsed next to each other on the bed. Your chests were heaving horribly, and the sweat that drip from your foreheads were now everywhere. You look over at the boy next to you, only to find he had already been looking at you, both of you breathing heavy—lips parted.

It only took a second for one of you to start laughing, and Colby leaned over to kiss you again, this time staying there for the longest he could.

You hum as he pulls away just a tiny bit, still close to your face. Your eyes are shut, relishing in the feeling you had. How do you go on from this? Clearly you two loved each other, but you prayed it wouldn’t be weird…

“Come here” He lays his arm out, pulling your body closer to his so you could lay your head against his chest. The room was hot and smelled of pure sex but neither of you complained. You were just happy.

“Colby…” You mumble after awhile in silence, tracing the tattoo on his chest for the 2nd time. He hums in response, the tips of his fingers brushing through your soft hair. You almost feel bad, as if you’re about to ruin the amazing night you had—but you had to say it. “Where do we go from here..?”

Your voice is low and nervous, so focused on the negative that you couldn’t even see the obvious answer. Colby made it clear what he wanted. He couldn’t go back to normal with you—not after this night.

“I want you to be my girlfriend, Y/N. I’ve always wanted that” He pushes your hair away from your face, placing his finger under your chin to lift it. “Please tell me that’s what you want too”

Your eyes soften at his hesitant tone, grabbing the hand that sat under your chin to intertwine your fingers. Of course you wanted that. It was all you ever wanted.

You nod

“Sam is going to be so happy���

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A Monégasque Story (Part 5) - Charles Leclerc

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Summary of the series - Y/n is Charles' best friend little sister. They grew up together but haven't seen each other's for years. Their relationship seems to take a different turn when Charles stay at her's and her brother's.

Warning - Both Y/n's and Charles' POV, Fem reader, Both Charles and Y/n speaking French (translated) tension, tooth rotting fluff, three years age gap, mature content, 18+, brother's best friend, friends to lovers, she felt first he felt harder...

Disclaimer: I'm French and my English is NOT perfect ! ⚠️ Please don't stole or repost my stories on any other sites. Btw reblogs are more then welcomed.

Charles’ POV

I feel her breath hitch slightly as I delicately trace over the delicate skin of her back. I wonder how often she moisturizes for her body to feel so smooth.

Why am I thinking about that? That’s such a weird thing to think about.

I shake it off, concentrating yet again on my task.

I’ve never really given anyone a massage before. I don’t even know where this proposition came from. I just really wanted her to join me on my run, and I wanted to do something in return that would be pleasurable for her. That’s the first thing I thought about that was appropriate.

When I was in the bathroom earlier, I looked up some massage tips on Google, trying to learn rather quickly how to make her feel good.

And it did come in handy for some stuff, sadly enough I forgot most of them. I tried to memorize a bit more when she got to her room to change but she was really quick.

So I'm trying my best with the little knowledge I have. I really want her to relax and have a great time.

I feel a spot on her right shoulder that seems a bit tense, so I insist on it a little, trying to follow the instructions I remember. Going delicately over the spot, and slowly increasing the pressure of my thumbs.

She lets out what I think is a muffled moan. Her head pressing further into the mattress. I smile knowing what I did felt good for her.

She whispers an embarrassed sorry, tensing up immediately.

I shake my head “No, no don’t apologize, I'm happy that you’re liking it, I just want you to feel good.” I smooth my hands up and down her back soothingly, feeling her gradually loosening under me.

“That’s it love, just relax.” The nickname slips out of my mouth before I can think twice about it.

It seems to happen a lot lately.

I start massaging the spot on her shoulder again once she’s completely relaxed. Taking my time to feel around the tenseness, working on it cautiously.

She slightly turns her previously hidden face on the mattress. I catch a tiny satisfied smile making its way on her lips.

She makes eye contact, making me smile down at her. “You’re adorable.” I state suddenly, just because it’s what I was thinking. Sometimes I have the impression that there’s no filter between my brain and my mouth when it comes to her.

It’s probably how five years ago I ended up telling her I liked her just before she flew to Paris. I had the worst timing known to man and messed everything up.

The truth is that I did not even think she would be saying it back. I was just trying to get it off my chest.

But then she flew to Paris, my first season in F1 started and I beat myself up every day for not saying it before.

Her cheeks grow slightly red at the compliment, and she just closes her eyes, relaxing completely under my touch.

I work on her shoulder a little more and progressively make my way down her back. Massaging the zones that are tenser, before smoothing my palms up and around so she knows that I'm done with her upper body.

I gently start to knead the skin on her hips, putting a bit more pressure, making her sigh happily.

“Could you maybe go slightly lower, just under the spot you’re at. I have this tension in my lower back… almost on my tailbone since yesterday after jumping from the boat.” She lets out hesitantly, as if she was still contemplating on asking me while she was already in the process of doing it.

“Here?” I ask after going a little lower.

She shakes her head “No not quite” I try again going even lower stopping once I reach the spot on her tailbone. She sighs. “Right here”

My fingers are brushing against the towel that lays over her bum as I timidly massage the indeed really tense area.

I work on it for a while, until I feel it loosen, then move down to her thighs, starting from the part toward her knees and working upward.

Her thighs are thicker than any other zone of her body, and I did not think I would say that one day but it has been really fun to massage. Her skin just feels so soft and full under my fingertips.

I work my way on her upper thighs cautiously, stopping at her bum.

I avert my eyes as her legs unconsciously squeeze together before loosening up again but farther than before. Giving me a clear view of her swimsuit bottom under the towel.

I just look away trying to remind myself not to read into it. This is just her body reacting to feeling good.

So I just concentrate back on my movement, before moving to her calves.

“Are you ready to turn around?” I ask her softly, seeing the sleepiness on her face.

She nods slightly, before putting her palms flat on the mattress and lifting herself up, before tying back her top that was threatening to reveal her pretty breasts.

She lays back down, getting comfortable with her head on my pillow this time. She pushes away the towel that was on her hips.

I don’t really know what to do now. Massaging her back was easy because I didn’t really see her face. Now with her eyes looking at me wide and soft, it feels way more intimate.

I drop the eye contact and clear my throat, looking around as if I would find a magical solution to make things less awkward.

I look up at her again, ready to make a joke on how she cannot stop looking at me, but my mind changes the minute I cross her gaze.

She harbors an expression similar but at the same time completely different than the minute before. I cannot neither describe nor decipher. A mix between lust and vulnerability.

My attention drops to my forearm as I feel the subtle touch of her hand on my wrist.

I don’t know what changed, but I feel it all around, I see it in her eyes, in her touch and her hazy breath. It’s like her boundaries dropped and she was letting me in for the first time in forever.

I move my hands to either side of her waist, caressing it slightly with my thumbs. Testing her limits.

It gains her attention, she looks down at them before almost immediately gazing back up at me. Her hand still on my wrist playing with my bracelets.

She looks so beautiful. I hadn’t been able to stop looking at her these last few days.

I put my finger under her chin, caressing her jaw with my thumb.

She melts in my hand, her breath hitching which made her mouth part lightly.

Her pupils are so dilated that I struggle to see the color in them.

I close the space between us, placing my lips on hers.

She kisses me back, her hand leaving my wrist to grip the back of my neck.

I bite her lower lip lightly, deepening the kiss. I can’t get enough of her.

Her mouth is so soft and her lips taste like strawberries.

I feel her tongue licking my bottom lip, asking for permission. It’s slow and controlled but at the same time it’s needy and not enough.

I open my mouth, licking her tongue back, before gripping her neck harder, pulling her closer to me.

She pulls away panting, her desiring eyes searching for mine. Opening her legs wider so I can step between them.

So I do, before going for her mouth again. She moans and I swear this is the only thing I want to hear from now on. It’s nothing like the one she let out when I was massaging her, it’s needy and pure longing.

Feeling my pants tighten, I groan against her lips “Tu me rends fou Y/n.“ (You‘re driving me insane)

She grips the hair at the back of my neck, drawing me impossibly close to her.

I pull away from her lips, trailing kisses all over her jaw, while she twirls on my hair harder, breathing heavily.

I bite and suck on her skin wanting to imprint it on her skin.

I don’t even know if I will ever find the words to describe what’s going on in the fuzziness of my mind. It’s deeper than lust, deeper than want. It’s visceral.

I need her all over me, I need her to invade all of my senses. I need to feel her, touch her, hear her… smell her. And damn, she smells so good.

“Charles” she lets out in a pant, her hands trailing all the way down my back, feeling around before coming back up to my neck.

I look up at her for a second, needing to take in her mesmerizing face, before moving from her neck to her breast.

I kiss the top of the left one, feeling the much tender skin under my lips. And move one hand to the right one squeezing it lightly between my palm.

A moan leaves her mouth for the third time tonight, followed by a faint and hazy “Char”

I drop my head in between them, sinking deeper into their plushness. I stay here for a second, loving all around them, before she grips back at my hair, pulling me toward her.

A restless expression lays around her face before she pulls me in for a kiss again.

She slowly pushes her tongue into my mouth, searching for mine and deepening the kiss as much as she could, her hand moving to my sides gripping my hipbones.

We jumpily pull away as an alarm suddenly starts going off. I extend my arm toward Y/N ‘s phone grabbing it for her.

I sigh as I see the contact picture of her and her brother hugging. “It’s Raphael” I let out in an almost panicked voice.

“She immediately sits up, “oh, ok” She grabs the phone in my hand and slides right to answer it.

“Hello…” Raphael's voice is muffled so it’s kind of hard to tell what he’s saying.

“Ok right I’ll see you soon then” she says nervously before hanging up and immediately rushing up.

“So, what did he say?” I ask trying to get some information, but she’s just looking around the room to see if there is any of her stuff “He’s gonna be home in a minute” she lets out rushingly before quickly walking to the door, closing the door behind her.

Raphael gets home five minutes later, Y/N is all cleaned up and changed. Talking so suspiciously, eagerly and with a high pitched tone to her brother that I'm sure even him knows something is up with her.

I try to make eye contact with her. Trying to figure out what she’s thinking, but she immediately glances away, anywhere but at me.

I'm stupid.

To be continued…

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- Diana and Bruce hiding on Themyscira -

Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like to see Diana find her way home, even with the help of the others, after the events of ZSJL. (Knowing Bruce and the others if anyone they would have probably found a way with Diana to get back to the island.) I wonder how the amazons would have received Diana's fellow warriors on the island and Bruce who is the most ordinary out of them yet a crucial member of the team. Surely he would have been tested by the amazons to see if he was worthy to set foot on the island and he would have proved it in the end for sure. As Diana was an only child there, she must have had many hiding places, so I imagine this place as one of her favorite childhood hideaways where she often spent time painting on the walls what she saw and experienced on Themyscira. I wish we could have seen them together in this paradise (or just Diana getting back to see her mother is still alive).

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My cartoon version of First Kiss.

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First time - part 1

Pairing : Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x F!reader

Summary: years of pinning, you find an excuse to get close to your best friend, Kyle.

Part of Gaz Fest 2023

Warning : M rating. Slight angst. Pinning. Friend to lovers. slight talk about bedroom related stuff.

A/N: Thank you @glitterypirateduck for organising the writing festival!! * cheering *

Enjoy!!

Master list

“Kyle.”

“Mmm?”  Sipping on his beer, he answered absentmindedly as he watched their group of friends playing darts, competition heating up. 

“Can you take my virginity?”

Gaz nearly choked to death. You sighed and lightly thump his back. You knew it was a bad idea. Before he does anything you probably kill him with a heart attack and choking to death with liquid bread. 

It took you weeks of self deliberating with the demons and angels and logic vs heart to summon up the courage to ask your friend.

Your best friend. 

Your partner in crime

Your childhood crush. 

The (one sided) love of your life. 

“You… You want me… “ still coughing away, he pointed at himself , and back at you. 

One single strong nod, you averted your eyes downwards, your hand fidgeting with the tumbler glass in your hand, not elaborating more. 

Shuffling closer to you as he lowers his voice, “Are you Ok? Someone pressuring you? Who’s the asshole?“ Getting agitated, he stood up from chair, ready to defend your honour. To protect you. 

Shaking your head as you take a sip of the strong whisky you decided to order to help you loosen up and gives you a bit more courage to ask him. “No one pressured me Kyle. I promise.” 

“Then why–” he opened his mouth, confused and … is that bit of hope? As he stares at you, waiting for an answer.  

“I… I am just.. “ You are just sick of people’s judgements. All your other friends and workmates talk enthusiastically about their life and sex lives, and you just felt… left out? You don’t know how to contribute to the conversation, since you don't have any stories of your own. The logical side of you knows it’s silly to think that way. You are not a teenager anymore, why would you care about others opinion or letting the social norms affect you?

Or , deep down, you just want to fit in. Want to be part of the “club.” Or the selfish part of you is just trying to find some sort of excuse, to be intimate with Kyle. 

And you are just too scared to declare your love to him, straight on. 

You have had a crush on Kyle since the day you met him. His family moved next door to yours when you were five. 

You hid behind your mum as his parents stood at your door, introducing themselves. You saw a boy, not much older than you, with short curly hair, standing between them. 

The two of you became fast friends. Getting up to all sorts of mischieves around the neighbourhood. He was the brain of the plot and you were the executor of the plan. 

You slowly fall for him as you get older. That little butterfly that starts flipping in your stomach every time you see him. His brilliant smile shows his pearly whites every time he sees your face. The way he greets you is always different from his friends, protecting you, entrusting you with his greatest secret. Make you laugh. Comfort you in sadness. How he always prefers to sit beside you at gatherings, and offers to take you home.

Both of your parents thought the two of you will end up together, since how well two of you get along with each other. So did you.

Your heart was totally crushed when he introduced you to his first date, excitedly.

“ I want you to be the first one to meet them. Since you are my best friend.” 

The amount of tears that you shredded that night. And the night after. But you put on a brave face, for yourself, for your family, for your friends. 

And for him. 

You don’t want him to be laden with your worries. You know him too well, even if he doesn’t love you the way you love him, he still cares about you. 

Protect you and ready to defend you when he senses a change of mood in you.

Your knight in shining armour. 

The brother you have from a different mother. But nothing more.

Reaching out and patting his hand, trying to reassure him and also calming down your own nerves, “I am fine. Well, sort of. But.. I've been thinking lately. I just.. “Shaking your head, “ I just want to experience what it is like, “ To be with you.  “There is no one else I trust more than you, to take care of me.” 

He frowned as he gripped your hands tight. “I am not going to do it if there’s no love involved.”  he insisted. Pressing his lip together, contemplating something before he open his mouth again. “Let's forget about this. You are drunk, sunflower, come on. Let’s get you home.” 

You feel like your heart has been shattered again for the second time. By him. That pet name just added to the pain. 

“Sunflower?”

“You are like a sunflower!” Kyle smiled. The families were on a camping trip once, and two of you were lying on the field of grass after running around and chasing each other.  He sat up, looked down at you with his signature smile, “You brighten up my day, and I am always in a happier mood after I see you!” 

Grabbing your bag, you stood up immediately, ready to dash out the pub door, embarrassed. You shouldn’t have asked. Well done, You think to yourself. Now you have totally ruined the friendship. How stupid can you be? There was that little sliver of hope when your mutual friends gave you the nudge and shove;

“You still haven’t told him your feelings?” “Shhhhh shut the hell up!!” you hissed. Clamping their mouth with your hands. “Can you be any louder???” 

“You…” your friend swatted your hand away, looking at you as if you had grown a horn on your head, “are you kidding me.. “ they mumbled. “ Look, you know what, just talk to him. You might be surprised.” 

You ignore his calls and the way your friends look at you, holding tight onto your jacket and bag as you hold back the tears that threaten to burst the dam. Before you could raise your hand and call for a cab, you felt a hand around your waist, pulling you in. 

That familiar warmth. Your once safety net. But now it hurts too much to be so close to him, to feel him.

Because he doesn’t belong to you. 

“Kyle.. Let go of me.” whispering, trying to hold yourself together, but you can feel your voice cracking. 

“No.”  pulling you into his chest, he buried his face into the crook of your neck. “I am sorry.”

“For what?” 

“For hurting you.” 

Wriggling around to face him, putting your hand on his chest to create a bit of gap between you and him, but keeping your head down, “I should be the one apologising, I shouldn’t have asked you such stupid thing.” your voice barely above a whisper as you try to push yourself out from his embrace. “Let’s just.. I am going home.”

“And not going to hear my answer to your request?”

You froze. 

I don't know what this is. but def smut coming next chap. of sort. * blame the three glasses of reds I had * I keep changing my mind what I want to write, from crack to fluff to one shot, and now it's turning into two-part series.

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Chapter 2

Seasons

Matty Healy x f!reader

A/N: I'm really enjoying this process with this fic...I've written it a few years ago so it means a lot to me acknowledging how much i grew since then in a lot of senses. Anyyyway, I hope you like it! Please let me know whatever you think about it (always with respect please and thank uu) ♥♥

Warnings: just fluff and a bit of mixed feelings, typos.

Word count: 2.8 K

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1 month later, Ireland

The alarm went off startling Y/n out of her dreams. 

The girl groaned, closing her eyes tight before reopening them. Her sight settled on the ceiling of her temporal bedroom. Y/n’s mind was foggy with sleep and heavy thoughts. 

At the same time she went through the schedule for the day, Y/n rubbed the middle of her chest feeling a subtle and yet intense feeling. She felt like she was going against the flow of everything. Like her destination was east, although everyone was taking the opposite way. Y/n asked herself multiple times during that past month if she was doing the right thing. 

The contradiction was born out of a mix of feelings. Y/n had very deep and dark feelings on her heart, but on the other hand Ireland was making her happy, the time away from Matty and the guys was helping more than she expected it. 

Y/n hadn’t spoken with the boys since she left the studio/house. During the first days, she continued talking with George. But all conversations died quickly since she was getting ready to leave, and he was busy producing and recording the new album.

Y/n adored her work as a PA for actors around all type of sets. For the new job she was meant to help Lily, who was a sweet soul and luckily around the same age as he, so they got along rather fast once they landed on Ireland.

The girl rubbed her face trying to get rid of the heavy feeling. Running around the set drowned her energy completely, physically and mentally speaking. At night, Y/n ate fighting with the fatigue overpowering her body. Even though her work drained her she loved it, she wouldn’t change it for anything else and for the time being it was a life saviour as well. Y/n was deeply exhausted but profoundly grateful for everything. 

Only one thing shadowed her happiness: her dreams with Matty. He was constantly there, reminding Y/n he still existed no matter how hard she tried to avoid the man. Maybe that was why she started to work harder and harder trying to fell every night into even deeper REM states in which Matty couldn’t reach her. 

‘I’ll get through this’, Y/n repeated as a mantra getting up from her bed.

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On set, Ireland

Y/n was going through Lily’s schedule on her phone making sure everything was right and on time. The girl was a good worker but the main reason that day circled around the fact that it was Friday, and she had a plane to take, Y/n wanted to be out of set on time.

She was texting the assistant to the director when the actress spoke for the first time in half hour taking the PA out of her work rush. 

“So, what are you doing for Christmas break?” Lily asked Y/n who didn’t take her eyes off the screen.

“I’m going home. Why?” Y/n expressed, still not making eye contact.

“Like…home home? Or just home?” Lily insisted, finally making her friend look up.

She told Lily a resume of her life, not a detailed one though. “Home home doesn’t feel like home any more and I much prefer to spend the holidays with the guys than with Uncle Dan and his family to be honest.” Y/n answered. “I’m going to Manchester.”

“Oh, right. He is- “

“No, he’s in LA from what I’ve heard.” Y/n explained rapidly. Yes, she told Lily a little about Matty.

“Amazing.”

“Why you ask?”

“Because the whole cast is planning on going out during the weekend but…anyway, you’re leaving us.” Lily pulling a sad face.

“I’m not part of the cast..so you’re not going to miss me.” Y/n joked back.

“Oh, shut up! You’re part of the gang!” Lily protested. “Well, yeah, we’re planning on getting super drunk, and you know who asked if you were coming…” Y/n instantly blushed.

“You’re bluffing You’re lying” she moved uncomfortably in her seat.

“‘m not” Lily smile widened. “You can ask Lee- “ who was another of the actors. “He was there too. We were running some lines before a scene, and your boy- “

“He’s not my boy.” y/n whined.

“Yeah, sure!” Lily scuffed. “As I was saying, we were discussing the plans and Tom asked about you.”

“Did he really?” Y/n looked at her friend, really willing to know.

“Oh yes, he was very interested.”

“Maybe he wanted to know because if I go he’ll skip it.” Y/n thought out loud.

Lily looked at her in disbelieve. “Shut up, the boy is whipped for you!”

“Shhh!” Y/n took a quick glance at the door and out of the small window of the trailer. “Someone could hear you… and besides that’s not true.” Y/n shushed her.

“You’re impossible, you know right?”

“I know.” Lily’s friend smiled proudly.

“No, but really…do you know he fancies you? Yes?” Lily seriously asked.

“Do you know he treats me as a friend?” Y/n fought back.

“Y/n!”

“Lily!”

“Would you stop being so negative for a minute, please?”

“Mmmm, let me think about that” Y/n faked doing so. “No, but seriously, he’s a friend!” she looked down because Y/n could feel her entire face just turned red as her blood pressure picked up a little, and she didn’t want Lily to notice that.

“Oh, yeah, I totally believe you! The guy always finds a way to be around you and… please I don’t mean to underestimate your work, love…but he doesn’t have to be around you on set and yet…” Lily reasoned with Y/n.

“Okay, he likes to hang out with me.”  Y/n partially admitted. “I can agree with that. Although…that doesn’t mean he fancies me.”

“Yes, but he only does that with you, Y/n/n.” Lily grinned. “Not even with me, we’re the main characters! We’re around each other the entire day almost.”

“But you hang out more with Fionn and Lola. Maybe that’s why.” Y/n said while she fidgeted with her fingers.

“Maybe, still- “

“See? Your conspiracy theory is all wrong.” Y/n tried to end the conversation. She stood up searching for the tea bags. 

“It’s not. You’re choosing to avoid the truth!” Lily exposed Y/n hitting a nerve.

Y/n knew she tended to avoid dealing with her feelings. Specially the ones about love and romantic relationships. One thing was acknowledged it for herself although another galaxy was to admit them out loud at the same time she was –kinda– pushed to put herself again out there and give her heart to someone else. A little dramatic? Maybe. Even though, Y/n knew more than anyone the fact that it was a lot to handle. 

Tom was a very nice guy, who came into her life and gave her a friendship so sweet and easy. He didn’t ask too much of her, he didn’t hurt her fragile heart since the first day they met. The contrast with Matty was massive. Wrong too. Y/n knew she shouldn’t compare them, but her heart couldn’t help herself.

Y/n was sure of what she told Lily. Tom was charming with everyone, he was a kind soul. Possibly one or two times he gave her reasons to think otherwise, but Y/n was afraid so she denied everything.

“Earth to Y/n!” Lily snapped her out of her head and internal dialogue. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry. I’m not choosing anything. Didn’t he have a girlfriend?” Y/n asked Lily.

“It wasn’t that formal…I don’t really know what happened but I think she left him or he- I don’t know, not important.” Lily moved her hands in the air. 

“Like a month ago they appeared in the tabloids- “

“Oh, oh, someone was paying attention, ha?” Lily mocked her.

“Shut up, I wasn’t- I just- I stumbled upon it on the internet.” quickly Y/n tried explaining.

“Oh, yeah, I totally believe you!” Lily rolled her eyes gaining a weird expression from Y/n which in consequence made her friend laugh hard. Both of them started laughing uncontrollably. 

The laughs were very loud, even the people walking by the trailers could hear them. In fact, the boy standing at the door smiled watching them, just before he interrupted.

“What is so funny?” Tom grinned wide.

“Talking about the devil.” Lily muttered low and quickly, so only Y/n could hear it. 

“Hi, Tom.” Y/n greeted him avoiding Lily’s comment. 

“Yeah, hi, Tommy.” 

“What were you doing?”

“I was running lines and Y/n working, nothing fun.” Lily told him.

“Oh, good good.” he replied, leaning on the door frame.

Lily took a look at Tom and then Y/n, quickly making a decision. She took her phone, and said, “Well, I’ll leave you guys. Fionn wants to run lines together for the next scene.” Y/n arched an eyebrow knowing she didn’t have a scene with Fionn and very well knowing what Lily was planning. 

“Okay…” Y/n said suspicious. “Remember to stay inside the big building at 17 pm, okay?” Y/n remind her.

“Yeah, yeah.” Lily dismissed her.

“And keep your phone close!”

“Yes, mom!” Lily joked making her way out. 

Once Y/n’s friend was out of view, she urged Tom to get inside the warm trailer.

“Do you have more scenes today?” Y/n asked him, as Tom took Lily’s seat.

“Luckily, no, I just finished.” he shared.

“So, what are you doing here? If I were you, I would be in bed or something.”

“Yeah, good idea. I- I just…” Tom’s face turned a bit red, while he moved uncomfortable on his place. “I wanted to see you before you left.” Y/n’s heart melt a little. Tom kept gifting her those cute comments, and no matter the state of her heart he managed to make her a mess every time. 

“I’m only leaving for a couple of days.” Y/n played with the strings of her hoodie. She didn’t really know what to say. 

“Yeah, I know, I know…but we’ll miss you.” he said looking down.

Y/n tried to slightly change the subject, “Lily told me the whole gang is planning on going out this weekend.”

“Yes, it’s going to be boring without you.” Tom stated without skipping a beat. Y/n laughed a little. 

“Oh, yeah! I’m the soul of the party! Sorry to leave you guys.” Y/n joked.

“Excuse me?! We are. Do you remember the last party?” Tom inquired. Part of the tension surrounding the pair broke, making them feel more comfortable with each other.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t remember any party. We never ever stayed up all night sitting at a table, talking about books and movies like two proper geeks and end up falling asleep in the same place.” Y/n said with a big smile adoring her face, making Tom laugh.

“Good thing you don’t remember, because I do!”

Y/n chuckled, “It was a good night though.”

“Yeah, I really enjoy it. The nap was fantastic.”

“Yeah, totally.”

“So, y/n- “ he started to ask.

“Yes, Tommy?”

“Why do you always manage to make that horrible nickname rarely cute?”

“It’s my hidden superpower.”

Tom rolled his eyes. “Anyway, I was wondering if maybe- “

“Aja..“

“I was wondering if… when you returned…you wanted to go on a date with me.” Tom’s proposal threw her back a little. Tom did notice her hesitation so he added, “only if you want- it’s totally fine if you don’t-“

Y/n cut him, “Tom!” 

“Yeah?” he looked directly into her eyes. 

Those gorgeous blue eyes drowned her and without thinking too much, y/n answered, “I would love to go out with you.”

“Really?”

“Do you have second thoughts?” She lifted her eyebrow, emphasising her question.

“No, no. I just- Never mind. Then, awesome! We can choose where and when next time you’re here, yeah?”  Tom said, visibly smiling.

“Awesome.” she returned the happy feeling, keeping her head empty of doubts and thoughts. Y/n, for once, was feeling excited and happy. 

After that they continued talking about everything and nothing for a couple of minutes, then duty called. Y/n had to make sure Lily shot her lasts scenes for the day and Tom had nothing more to do there if Y/n was busy. They said goodbye with a short but cute hug, making her feel a couple of things. 

Until the end of her shift, Y/n’s head was occupied with happiness and work. She needed to finish the day and catch the plane home.

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Returning home to Manchester, England

After finishing with everything on set, Y/n went to the Airbnb she was sharing with Lily. Y/n picked a couple of her belongings, she didn’t want to pack too many things for only a week in Manchester, just the necessary. 

The flight was good, she already had messaged George all the details about what time the plane was meant to take off and land. G promised to pick her up from the airport and drive her home.

Y/n could feel the stress from the day, from the month as well. Even though she was happy and all, Y/n worked her butt off. That’s why minutes after the plane took off, she fell asleep. She woke up with the flight attendant letting her know that they had arrived.

A couple of minutes after the bureaucracy and all, Y/n managed to find George. They greeted each other with a big hug. They didn’t have seen each other since she left the house during the last bit of quarantine. 

“You’re back, you’re back!” George rounded her, lifting her body slightly up the floor. He couldn’t contain his excitement. 

“Someone missed me, ha?” Y/n said out of breath. 

“Of course! I thought I was never going to see you again!” George let her feet touch the floor, resting his cheek on the top of Y/n’s head. 

“You’re such a div.” Y/n accused him, laughing. 

Y/n pushed a bit back, looking up at G. 

“You just realized that?” he huffed, as they started to walk to the car. Y/n couldn’t avoid thinking of the last time she was at the same doors, but with someone else. She quickly stopped her head and returned her attention to her friend.

George ranted about a new track he had been working on with the boys, the mess he found when he returned to the house, etc. Y/n stayed in silence, loving the moment with her best friend. Listening was nice for her, his voice never failed to calm her head in a very strange way.  

Y/n realized driving around that George was taking the road to the boy’s house. So she interrupted his talking, “ G, I’m not staying at your house tonight.”

“But, M-“ he started to say.

The drummer’s friend interrupted again, “I know, I just need to go home tonight. I need my own bed, ya?”

G thought for a second after accepting, “Fine!” He totally understood what she meant. “Fine! But..promised me the first thing you would do tomorrow is going to the house, okay?” Y/n’s chest got warm noticing G referenced the house as her own too. 

“Yeah, dad.”

“Good girl!” George petted Y/n’s head jokingly, making her laugh. He was happy to see her smile more again.

The blond boy left her not without making her promise again. She already thought about going there before he told her, but anyway she repeated the promise.

………………………………………………………..

After a hug and a sweet goodbye beside another promise of visiting the boys the next morning, Y/n was so tired that the moment her head fell on her pillows she drifted again. 

The next morning, Y/n moved around her flat content to be there and due to not remember any dream with Matty in a long time.

After a quick breakfast at 10 am, Y/n started the short trip to the boy’s house. On her way, Y/n texted George and the boy said he was out, but he would be home soon. It wasn’t a problem since Y/n had a key.

Y/n opened the front door at the same time someone started to walk down the stairs. She had her sight fixed on the bag of pastries she picked for the boy, but she could hear the steps.

Thinking the person was Ross, John or Adam –who was spending more time around since quarantine was over—, she said, “Who’s the sleeping beauty coming down?” finally looking up.

“Hi, Y/n.” a shirtless Matty greeted her. Y/n froze in place.

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Chapter 3 >

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S𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥'𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥⌇𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛⌇𝖬𝗒 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖲𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒!!

C𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣  O𝕟𝕖

You might have been born in the same womb. But when it came to looks and personality, you two were nothing alike. Your brother, Takeo Gouda, was strong and manly, almost like a gorilla; he might even start to resemble one. He’s also sweet and caring. So, you often wondered how you were related. Since you looked nothing like him, and you were nothing like him. 

You might have been twins, but that doesn't prove anything. At least not to you. Your dad likes to tell you how sweet and kind you are and that you’re the sweetest girl in the world. And your mom always tells you how such beauty and grace was born out of her stomach. That, in the womb, you stole all of Takeo’s beauty, so that’s why your beauty shines brighter than anybody else’s. 

You and Takeo share the same golden heart, but you just won’t admit it. In your head, you're trying your best to be like Takeo—kind and selfless; otherwise, you would never feel part of this family. You’re so in your head that the thought of being kind out of your own volition was impossible to believe; you did it to be like Takeo, not because you’re nice. 

You and your brother were close, but as you grew older, you grew further and further apart. You used to be able to read him like a book, but now it seems like you guys are just not in sync anymore. Nevertheless, you knew something had changed in him these past few days. He’s been acting skittish, always daydreaming during dinner, laughing to himself, and telling you how happy and fulfilled in life he has become.

"How weird..." you said to yourself, looking at Takeo enthusiastically typing on his phone.

Suddenly, he got up and exclaimed, "I’m heading out!" He shuffled quickly to get up and head towards the front door to put on his shoes.

"Hey, wait up!" You blocked the door with your body, ready to interrogate him. "Where do you think you’re going?"

He took a minute to come up with an answer, starting to sweat from the tension, as lying was something he had trouble doing. "Umm... to meet up with some friends?" He questioned, not sure if that was the answer he wanted to go with.

"You don’t seem so sure for someone who was excited to go out a second ago." You pushed even more.

You could see the sweat drop from his face; he was clearly hiding something, something he clearly wanted to tell me but was not sure if he should.

His face was turning red from biting his lips so hard that he forgot to breathe. 

"You breathing?"

He shook his head, scared that if he spoke, he would spill out his secret.

"So, is it a girl?"

All of a sudden, he started coughing profusely, saying, "I-i got to go!" He let out while dying in his shoulder.

He lifted you up, plopped you away from the door, and quickly rushed to put on his shoes.

 You grabbed him by his shirt, making him stop what he was doing. "Takeo, wait."

He looked at you, his face still full of sweat, as he felt that you were going to interrogate him even more. "Y-yes" He managed to let out.

"Look, I get it. You have things you don’t want people to know, especially your family. But please, Takeo, remember that I’m your sister, your twin sister. I’m always here if you need me; I’ll never turn you away." You said it confidently, seeing if he'd fall for your words. You did mean what you said, of course, but this has been going on for too long for you to not pull out the ‘we are family’ card.

He gulped as he decided whether or not to tell you. "Y/N…"

"Yes!" You exclaimed, ears wide open.

"I…I.."

"Yes, Takeo?"

"I-I’ve got to go!" He said, getting out of the house. "But I promise, I promise, I’ll tell you soon. Very soon, Y/N!"

He left you dumbfounded—dumbfounded by the fact that even after you pulled out the irresistible card, he didn’t tell you.

Something smelled fishy, and you had to know!

You run up to Sunakawa’s house, which is just next door, just like Takeo would usually do. You barge into his room without knocking, surprising him since he expected Takeo and not you."Sunakawa! You have to tell me what’s going on with Takeo!"

He put down the book he was reading and let out a sigh. He promised Takeo he wouldn’t spill the beans and would let him tell her at his own pace, but this has been going on for too long. He’s been tortured for too long by dealing with his shtick. From being dragged along to a mixer to getting used like a kissing doll, he had enough of Takeo’s buffoonery.

"I can’t; I promised-"

"C’mon, you can’t leave me out of this." You pleaded, kneeling down in front of him as he sat in his desk chair. "I’m your best friend’s sister; I’m your only friend’s sister. You can’t tell me that doesn’t mean anything?"

He seemed slightly annoyed that you had to mention that he only had one friend. "Fine, but you can’t tell Takeo I told you."

You sat, legs crossed, in front of him, listening carefully to what he had to say. You and Sunakawa had a very weird relationship. You obviously knew him from childhood, but that didn’t exactly make you friends. It was more like acquaintances who've known each other for more than a decade. Well, I guess you two were more than acquaintances…

"So…?" You waited as he thought about whether or not he would tell you. But finally, he decided to tell you, after a long sigh of disappointment in himself for letting him cave to you. "He has a girlfriend."

"…" You shot up from where you sat and gasped very loudly, "Really!?"

You gripped his arms and shook him. "Does he really!?" You pulled him closer to your face, awaiting his answer. Eyes staring deeply into his, patiently awaiting his answer.

He gave out a small chuckle, laughing at your antics, and said, "Yes, really," and gently pushed away.

"Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to..." You apologized, realizing how you might have made him uncomfortable with just how close you were.

"No, it’s okay. But don’t forget. You did not hear this from me."

"Of course, I would never betray you."

"Sunakawa told me." You let out a sigh as you felt a glare behind you for betraying a promise.

All three stood in the living room as you confronted Takeo about his so-called girlfriend’.

Takeo shot a glare towards Sunakawa, who stood behind you, and as he did, he looked away, pretending not to notice his look.

He still doesn’t know why he told you because you clearly can’t keep a secret to save your life, just like your brother.

"Sorry, I couldn’t keep it in." You looked back at Sunakawa. "But you! You can’t keep this kind of secret from me!" You stated this disappointedly, turning back towards your brother.

"B-but Y/N, I didn’t know how you would react…"

"What do you mean?" You shrugged your shoulders, looking away, feeling slightly guilty.

"Remember that time when you fought a girl because she liked Suna over me?"

That wasn’t the only reason you fought her…

"Meh, I was six. You can’t blame me for sticking up for you. You were saying that you were in love with her. And she rejected you and went for your best friend. In my opinion, she deserved everything that came to her." You said that, proudly remembering that fight.

"And that time when you cursed at a girl because she said I was weird."

"Well… That was five years ago, when I was eleven. How can you blame me for standing up for you? That girl had no right to call you that; only I can." You confidently stated this, slowly starting to see where he was coming from when he said he didn’t know how you’d react.

He had a huge smile on his face when, suddenly, you got tackled into a bear hug. "Oh, Y/N. I love you so much. You’ll definitely be the first to meet Yamato!" Lifting you off your feet and swaying you left and right.

"Can’t…breath…" You mumbled, your life flashing before your eyes.

He freed you from his arms, letting you breathe. "Tomorrow! You’re going to meet her tomorrow!" he said, holding your hands and jumping up and down like a little kid. "I’ll go see her right now and tell her! She’ll be so excited!" He squealed, running off to go see his girlfriend.

"Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it?" You turned around towards Sunakawa, who still looked disappointed at you for calling him out. "I’m so sorry. I promise I couldn’t keep it in; I just couldn’t lie to my brother. Could you ever find it in your heart to forgive me?"

You walked closer to him, giving him puppy eyes. He took a step back as he was stunned by how close you were. "Y-yeah, of course."

"Good, cause I don’t want to have bad blood between us." You said this, relieved from the thought you may have upset him.

"Well, it’s not like I didn’t expect it. You’re a bad liar; I can’t really blame you." He insulted you casually, probably because of the earlier comment about him having no friends. "But I’m not sharing with you any more secrets; you can’t be trusted with that big mouth of yours."

He looked at you with a slight smirk. "Wha-? I wouldn’t go that far. I mean, bad liar, maybe. But not sharing with me your secrets? I’m offended." You smirked back.

"Offended?" He questioned, moving closer to you. "Sure, I’ll share with you a secret, but you can’t tell anyone." He leaned down at you and looked you straight in the eyes.

You started to sweat, nervously laughing as you avoided his eyes. ‘So close…’ you thought, your cheeks slowly turning red.

He opened his mouth and slowly whispered, "I’m going home."

He stood back up straight, a smirk still plastered on his face.

"What? Wait, that wasn’t even a secret-"

He walked toward the door, ready to leave. "Hey! I’m not finished." You ran up to him.

He turned around for the last time and smiled at you before leaving home for the apartment next door.

"Jerk" You murmured under your breath as he left.

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Nayeon x Sana / I've always been yours

Nayeon and Sana had been best friend's for a while now. They were inseparable, basically attached by the hip.

Everywhere they went, they went together. There was never a time where one of them was seen without either Nayeon or Sana missing.

They just enjoyed being close to each other. They always referred to each other as their comfort zone, because that's what they were. Their safe place, their home, the place where both of them knew they were always welcome.

It was especially hard for Sana, since she moved from her hometown in Japan to settle down in Korea, but Nayeon has always supported her and was always there for her, without thinking twice about it.

You might say they were soulmates, made for each other. Some people even thought they were a couple, since they always acted like one.

But they weren't.

They were just Nayeon and Sana. And they both thought that's what they'll always be, just best friends.

Until this one night happened that changed absolutely everything.

"Jihyo, I already told you, I'm not feeling like going out tonight and I bet Sana doesn't either". Nayeon flopped down on her bed, while she was on the phone with a good friend of hers.

"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I actually called Sana before I called you, and she wouldn't mind going out tonight". This made Nayeon jerk up from her bed she's been laying on.

"Wait, hold on, so Sana is definitely going out with you guys tonight?".

"Yeah, obviously, you dumbass. I'm surprised she didn't call you straight after her and I hang up. I mean, you both tell each other everything. I wouldn't be surprised if you don't share that one of y'all went to the bathroom with each other". Jihyo laughed out.

"Yeah ha ha, really funny Ji. No seriously, is Sana coming as well or not?". Nayeon asked impatiently.

"Yeah, she is. Why are you asking?". Jihyo asked and Nayeon could literally hear the smirk forming on Jihyo's lips over the phone.

"I changed my mind, I'm tagging along". Nayeon instantly ended the call and stood up to get ready.

She was surprised that Sana agreed to meet up with their friends though, because Sana had told her that she needed to study. But maybe she just needed to clear her mind because of all this exam and study stress.

They decided to meet up at a club they always go to. They're basically regulars there and also a lot of people know them already.

When Nayeon arrived at the club, she instantly went in to search for her friends, especially one specific person.

Just by the thought of the younger girl Nayeon's heart started beating faster, but she always told herself that it's just friendly excitement, since they both have such a strong bond with each other.

Sana was already impatiently waiting for Nayeon with their other friends. Her knee kept bouncing up and down the whole time, which didn't went unnoticed by Momo.

"Excited to see your girlfriend?". Momo teasingly bumped her shoulder with Sana's.

"Shut up, Momo". Sana playfully hit her arm with a small smile forming on her lips.

"Hey everyone, sorry I'm a little bit late". When Sana heard the voice she's been missing so much, her head instantly snapped to the side to see Nayeon standing there, dressed in black slacks, a loose white buttoned up shirt and black heels.

Nayeon's eyes instantly found Sana's. Their eyes searched each other like magnets. Nayeon took a seat next to Sana, of course.

"Hey, I thought you wanted to study?". Nayeon asked and slid a loose strand of hair behind Sana's ear, who just stared at Nayeon's face like she's under a spell.

"I-I umm, actually that was the plan, but then Jihyo called me and told me that you guys are going out, so I decided to go as well".

"Wait, hold on. So you wanted to stay home and study? Jihyo told me that she called you, and asked you if you wanted to go out with them, and that you agreed". Sana just stared at her, clearly confused.

"No, I only came because Jihyo told me that you agreed to go out as well".

It took them a few seconds before they understood that Jihyo clearly tricked them into thinking that one of them is going out as well, so the other one will tag along.

"Ji". Both, Nayeon and Sana whined out. Jihyo just smirked into her cup and took a sip afterwards.

"Anyway, since we're all here now, let's get this party started". Jeongyeon said and they all started ordering drink after drink. A few hours in and they were all clearly more than just tipsy.

"Dance with me". Sana breathed into Nayeon's ear. Goosebumps instantly started forming on Nayeon's arms, so she let herself get dragged on the dance floor.

Sana grabbed Nayeon's arms to wrap them around her waist. Her back was facing Nayeon's chest and they started moving to the beat of the music.

The way their bodies were rubbing together made Nayeon feel lightheaded. Maybe it was a little bit because of the alcohol as well, but all she could think of at the moment was Sana.

Sana's smell, her body, her face, her eyes, her lips...

When Sana pressed her ass a little bit more into Nayeon's crotch, she let out a shaky breath which made Sana smirk.

Nayeon let her hands roam Sana's body, she blamed her boldness on the alcohol, but it seemed like Sana didn't mind, not at all.

Sana let her head rest on Nayeon's shoulder, Nayeon's nose kept grazing her temple. She could smell Sana's shampoo and perfume.

When Nayeon felt Sana's fingers intertwining with her own, she automatically pulled her impossibly closer.

Both of their hearts were beating so fast, but they both decided to ignore it.

"You smell so good". Nayeon whispered in Sana's ear and when she let her nose slide down to Sana's neck, she could feel the goosebumps that started forming on Sana's skin.

This was so too much for Sana, she felt like she's going to faint any second. So she pulled Nayeon's hair slightly, to make her look up.

Their eyes met and the atmosphere felt so sharp, you could cut it with a knife. Both of them could feel it and see it in each other's eyes.

Nayeon's eyes darted down to Sana's lips, she always longed for her lips, she'd be lying if she'd deny that. She could see Sana swallow nervously, so she unintentionally licked her lips.

"Do you want to sleep at my place tonight?". Nayeon asked her and Sana just nodded her head.

"Let's leave now, actually". Sana said and grabbed Nayeon's hand to quickly walk with her to their group of friends, who of course watched their whole dance floor encounter.

"Ah, leaving already?". Dahyun teasingly asked them, while she wiggled with her eyebrows.

"Yes, we are. We both had a lot to drink and we need to study tomorrow". Nayeon mumbled and grabbed Sana's and her jackets and purses.

"Sure you do, have fun "studying", though I don't know what exactly you will study tonight". Momo smirked and Sana blushed crimson red.

"Let's go, Sana". Nayeon rolled her eyes and grabbed Sana's wrist to drag her out of the club. She fetched them a cab, which drove them to Nayeon's place.

When they made their way inside Nayeon's house, they both took off their shoes and jackets. Nayeon put their purses away and they both walked into Nayeon's bedroom.

From now on it's like a routine. They get changed, wash their face together, brush their teeth next to each other and then lay down in Nayeon's gigantic bed.

When Nayeon laid down, Sana's scent made her feel lightheaded again. This was the first time though, where both of them could clearly feel a tension when they laid next to each other.

None of them said anything, they just stared at the ceiling and heard the other person breathing.

"Do you regret going out tonight?". Nayeon asked and she could feel Sana turning to the side. She felt Sana's cinnamon-brown eyes burning into the side of her face, so she turned to the side as well, to look back at her.

"No, why?".

"Because you said you wanted to study. I thought that you maybe regretted missing a free day to study". Nayeon softly said.

"I only came because Jihyo said you're going". Sana said and Nayeon could see a small blush forming on her cheeks and ears.

"So you only came because I was going?". Nayeon smiled at her.

"Yeah, exactly".

"Why though? You could've stayed home and study".

"I didn't want you to go there alone, without me".

"How come?".

"Look at you. You're beautiful, so many people would've hit on you". Sana mumbled and Nayeon had to bite her lip, to stop herself from grinning so hard.

"You do know that people can hit on me even when you're with me, right?". Nayeon asked and supported her head with her hand, to look down at Sana.

"Would you say yes?". Sana shyly asked and looked to the side.

"Yes to what?". Nayeon grabbed Sana's chin, to make her look back at her.

"You know...if someone would hit on you? Would you let them? Or would you not?".

"Are you jealous?". Nayeon asked amused.

"H-Huh n-no. Of course not". Sana stuttered out.

"You don't have to worry about that Sana". Nayeon said and let her thumb gently caress Sana's cheek.

"Yeonie...". Sana breathed out and wrapped her hand around Nayeon's wrist.

"What is it?".

"I wanted you to kiss me when we were dancing. Is that wrong?". Sana asked and her face was crimson red now.

Nayeon bit her bottom lip and came a little bit closer.

"No, it's not wrong. Do you still want me to?". Nayeon asked her and pulled Sana flush against her body.

Sana's eyes darted down to Nayeon's lips and all she could do is nod her head.

That was enough for Nayeon, so she grabbed the back of Sana's neck, to pull her into a deep kiss. When their lips touched, it felt like a lightning bolt rushing through their whole body.

Their lips fitted perfectly together. Sana's hands clenched into Nayeon's shirt and Nayeon gently bit Sana's bottom lip, which let her moan out quietly.

"Nayeon". Sana rasped out against her lips and Nayeon couldn't control herself any longer.

She pushed Sana down, so she's hovering above her and let her eyes roam Sana's whole body.

"I wanted to do this for such a long time". Nayeon huffed out and slid her fingers slowly down Sana's exposed legs.

"What exactly?". Sana shakily asked, and held her breath when she felt Nayeon's hand slowly lifting up her nightdress, until her bellybutton was visible.

"Kiss you, make you mine, fuck you, whatever you wanna call it". Nayeon husked out and looked up into Sana's eyes.

Sana's pupils were dilated by now, the pink blush was still present on her cheeks and nose though.

"You can do all of these things to me". She breathed out and Nayeon had to grin.

"Alright, then let me make you feel good, baby". Nayeon hummed and stripped Sana completely naked.

"No, don't cover yourself". Nayeon grabbed Sana's hands, which were covering her chest.

"You're beautiful, let me see you". Nayeon softly said and placed a gentle kiss on Sana's knuckles.

"Let me see you too then". Sana said and tugged with her free hand on Nayeon's shirt.

Without hesitating, Nayeon let go of Sana's hand and started to slowly take off her shirt.

With each part of Nayeon's skin that got revealed, Sana's anticipation grew stronger and stronger, just like the pool of wetness between her legs.

The next thing that came off were Nayeon's pants, then her underwear. Both were completely naked now, taking in each other's body with eager eyes.

Both of their hearts were hammering against their rib cages. Without loosing eye contact, Nayeon slowly leaned down and pressed her naked chest against Sana's.

Nayeon could hear a sharp intake of air coming from Sana, their breasts were pressed against each other and they could feel each other's body heat.

The room felt like it's on fire. Nayeon's eyes were burning with something Sana has never seen before. She would be lying if she'd say that it didn't made her even wetter.

"Yeonie, please". Sana croaked out.

"Tell me what you want me to do".

"Anything, just do something please. I can't take it any longer".

"Hmm, so impatient". Nayeon smirked and placed a soft kiss on Sana's lips one last time, before she let her lips move down her jaw, neck and then finally down to Sana's breasts.

Nayeon kissed the space between Sana's cleavage, the underside of her boobs, then the top of her chest, trying to avoid the place where Sana wanted Nayeon's lips the most.

Since Nayeon was laying between Sana's legs, she could feel the heat coming from between Sana's legs. She could feel the wetness on her lower abdomen, when Sana bucked her hips up in anticipation.

"Nayeon stop teasi- Oh fuck". Sana moaned out when Nayeon finally sucked one nipple in her warm mouth. She let her tongue swirl around the hard nub, let her teeth bite into it gently, which made Sana's breath hitch.

Sana's fingers clenched into Nayeon's hair. When Nayeon looked up to watch Sana's facial expression, the grip Sana had on her hair got even tighter.

While Nayeon was sucking on Sana's nipples, she parted Sana's legs with her hands, so they're completely spread for her. She could smell Sana's arousal and it made her feel lightheaded.

The next thing Nayeon did made Sana moan out loudly for the first time. Nayeon grabbed Sana's hips with her hands and started rubbing Sana's pussy against her lower abdomen.

"Mmm fuck, Yeonie". Sana whined out and clenched her hands tightly into the sheets. Nayeon stopped sucking on her nipples and straightened her back, to watch Sana's wetness coating her stomach.

"Does that feel good?". She rasped out while she kept moving Sana's hips with her hands. All Sana could do is nod her head quickly up and down.

"Look at me, I want your pretty eyes on me". Nayeon said and not even a second later Sana was staring at her with dark eyes.

"Good girl". Nayeon praised her and Sana had to bite her lip, which made Nayeon smirk.

"Do you like it when I call you that?". Nayeon rasped out. Sana licked her lips before a smirk started forming on her lips as well.

"Yes". She responded and started moving her hips on her own. Nayeon was watching with lust clearly shown in her eyes.

"You look so good". Nayeon breathed out and Sana let out a moan.

"Nayeon". They way Sana moaned her name made Nayeon's stomach clench. She wanted to listen to this on repeat.

"Yes baby, let me hear you". After Nayeon said that, Sana's eyes rolled back.

"Yeonie, I want your tongue". Sana moaned out and Nayeon let out a groan. She instantly held Sana's hips still and laid down between her legs, her face was now facing Sana's pussy.

"Fuck, you're soaking wet". Nayeon whispered, while she parted Sana's pussy with her thumbs.

"Please".

"You sound so good too". Nayeon hummed, before she let her thumb rub gently over Sana's clit.

Sana's mouth opened a little bit, shaky breaths were leaving through her lips and when Nayeon finally sucked her clit in her mouth, Sana's head fell down against the pillows and her hands clenched into Nayeon's hair.

"Mmm". Nayeon hummed against Sana's pussy, a tangy taste filled her mouth when she let her flat tongue lick up Sana's folds.

"Holy shit". Sana gasped out when Nayeon pushed a single finger inside of her as well.

While Nayeon was flicking her tongue over Sana's clit, she started pumping her finger in and out of her. After a few minutes she pushed a second finger in.

"Nayeon". Sana nearly screamed out, which made Nayeon smirk.

"Are you gonna cum for me, baby?". Nayeon asked and Sana quickly nodded her head.

"Mhm, cum for me, let me taste you more". Nayeon rasped out and that was all Sana needed to hear, before her legs started shaking and her cum coated Nayeon's tongue.

Nayeon hummed in pleasure while she licked Sana clean. After she was done, she slowly kissed up Sana's body, before she pushed her tongue into Sana's mouth, so she could taste herself on Nayeon's tongue.

Sana's right hand grabbed the back of Nayeon's neck to keep her close, while her left hand was placed on Nayeon's left cheek. Sana's thumb was stroking gently up and down.

"I want to try something with you, let me know if you don't want to, okay?". Nayeon said after they pulled away from each other.

Sana nodded her head and Nayeon got up to grab something out of her nightstand. When she found the thing she was searching for and pulled it out from her nightstand, Sana's eyes nearly popped out of her head.

Nayeon was holding a strap-on in her hand. A realistic looking dildo was attached to it and it was a quite big one.

"I can put it away if you don't wan-".

"Put it on". Sana rasped out. Nayeon bit her lip, before she slowly started attaching the strap-on to her hips. After she was done, she knelt onto the bed again.

"You look so hot with that". Sana croaked out and licked her lips. Her eyes darted down between Nayeon's legs and she couldn't help herself, so she grabbed the dildo with her hand and started moving her hand up and down.

Nayeon's eyes shot up to stare at Sana's face. The sight she had was sinfully good.

"Lay down". Sana said and pushed Nayeon down by her shoulders, so Nayeon's back was resting against the headboard.

Sana crawled between Nayeon's legs and Nayeon's heart was nearly popping out of her chest.

Sana grabbed the dildo back into her hand and started pumping her hand again. Nayeon's eyes were glued to Sana's face. When Sana looked up and slowly started moving her head down to take the dildo in her mouth, Nayeon's mouth gaped open.

Nayeon's hand combed Sana's hair back, so it won't fall into her face. Sana gave her a show of taking the dildo completely down her throat, bopping her head up and down.

The room was filled with slurping noises. Nayeon felt like she's on cloud nine, Sana's hands were tightly grabbing Nayeon's thighs.

"Sana". Nayeon breathed out. Sana stopped sucking the dildo to look at her.

"Let me fuck you with it, please". Nayeon begged and Sana felt herself getting even more wet.

They switched places again. Sana laid down, her head was resting against Nayeon's pillows. Nayeon was hovering over her, her hands were placed on each side of Sana's head.

"Tell me when I hurt you, okay?". Nayeon softly said, before she placed gentle kisses on Sana's cheeks.

"Yes, I trust you". Sana said and this made Nayeon smile.

"I know". Nayeon hummed and let her thumb caress Sana's cheek. Sana pulled her down by the back of her neck, to press their lips together.

Nayeon let out a sigh and while they were kissing each other, she grabbed the dildo to position the tip of it against Sana's pussy.

Nayeon slowly started pushing inside of her. Sana gasped into the kiss and threw her head back. Her eyes were clenched together and her hands were tightly grabbing Nayeon's shoulders.

Nayeon kissed Sana's temple when she was completely inside of her. She let Sana get used to the feeling for a few seconds and then started moving her hips to start thrusting in and out of her.

"Mmm, fuck". Nayeon groaned out when she straightened her back to watch the dildo pushing in and out of Sana's pussy. Sana's wetness coated the strap and the room was filled with wet, filthy sounds and moans.

Nayeon grabbed Sana's hips tightly, to start pounding in and out of her. Sana's hands clenched around Nayeon's wrists and Nayeon was watching Sana's titts move with her thrusts.

Nayeon felt like she was in heaven. Sana felt like she was in space, getting closer and closer to the sun, getting closer and closer to explode.

Nayeon wrapped her hand around Sana's throat and started rubbing her clit with her free hand.

"Y-Yeonie, fuck. I'm gonna cum". Sana moaned out and Nayeon was watching in awe.

Nayeon placed Sana's legs over her shoulder. She leaned forward, so Sana was folded under her. Sana's mouth was gaped open, letting out silent screams and hot breaths.

The sound of their skin slapping together could be heard and they never stopped looking into each others eyes.

"Nayeon". Sana silently cried out and Nayeon bit her lip.

"It's okay, baby. Let go for me". Nayeon whispered in her ear and then Sana saw stars. She scratched down Nayeon's back, which let her groan out.

They were both panting heavily, completely out of breath.

Nayeon was the first to catch her breath and without a warning she turned Sana around on all fours.

She kissed from Sana's shoulders down to her spine, before she pushed the dildo back into her.

"Oh my fucking god, Nayeon. It's so deep". Sana moaned out and clenched her hands into the sheets.

"You look so hot like this. I wish you could see how sexy you look right now". Nayeon said and then started fucking Sana in a steady pace.

"You fuck me so good, Yeonie". Sana moaned out and Nayeon couldn't fight the moan leaving her lips as well.

She started picking up the pace of her thrusts, until she was pounding Sana. She let her hand slam down on Sana's ass, spanking her.

"Mmm, fuck". Sana cried out and her knuckles were turning white already.

Nayeon pulled her up by her hair, a hand tightly wrapped around Sana's throat. She turned Sana's face to the side, so she was looking into Nayeon's eyes.

"Does that feel good?". Nayeon whispered against her lips.

"Yeah". Sana breathed out and clenched her nails into Nayeon's thighs.

"Tell me how good it feels".

"So fucking good, you make me feel so good". Sana moaned out and Nayeon let out a moan.

"I want you to cum all over me, can you do that for me?".

"Yes, everything you want".

"You're such a good girl, Sana". Nayeon hummed and let her hand slide down Sana's stomach, to start rubbing her clit with her pointer and middle finger.

"Yeonie". Sana cried out and threw her head back against Nayeon's shoulder. Nayeon started leaving kisses all over her neck.

It didn't take much longer for Sana to reach her climax.

Nayeon slowly pulled out of her and turned Sana around, so they're facing each other again. She took the strap-on off and threw it next to the bed.

Nayeon wrapped Sana's arms around her neck, before she wrapped her right arm around Sana's waist, to push them back down on the bed.

They kissed each other, but couldn't help to smile into the kiss.

"You're really good at that". Sana shyly said and Nayeon couldn't help the grin forming on her face.

"Yeah, it was quite audible how good I am". She smuggly said. Her grin grew wider, when she saw the blush forming on Sana's cheeks.

"You're a jerk". Sana whined and gently punched Nayeon's arm.

"Yeah, but I'm your jerk". Nayeon said and smiled at Sana, with her gummy smile showing.

Sana's heart instantly started beating faster.

"I love you". Sana breathed out. It was probably the high from all her climaxes talking, but she meant it with every single part of her body.

Nayeon's mouth gaped open, her thumb was caressing Sana's cheek.

"I love you too. God, I'm so in love with you Sana, you have no idea". Nayeon confessed.

All Sana could do was grin. She felt like the happiest person on the world right now. She pulled Nayeon down into a gentle kiss, both of them smiled when they pulled away.

"You're mine now". Nayeon said and rubbed her thumb over Sana's bottom lip.

"I've always been yours". Sana said, while she was playing with Nayeon's fingers.

"You're so cheesy". Nayeon giggled and snuggled her face into Sana's neck.

Sana quickly pecked Nayeon's temple, before she wrapped her arms around her waist, to pull her closer.

They just stayed like this. Naked, wrapped into each others arms, snuggled up, until both of them slowly fell asleep, with the difference that they won't sleep alone from now on.

They aren't just Sana and Nayeon anymore, instead they are Sanayeon now.

Forever.

[sylvanian-cat]

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

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PAIRING - Daniel Larusso x Reader

TAGS: Friend to lovers, kissing, violence but only hitting and punching, karate kid, angst, fluff, characters fall in love, heartbreak, characters break up, happy ending, slow burn

SUMMARY: After running into the new boy from the east coast, it’s almost painfully funny how trouble seems to follow him wherever he goes. Even on his first day of living in California…

The following evening was spent pondering on what to wear, how to act like a normal person in front of Daniel, and how you’re going to break the news of your following teenage escapade to your mother.

Surprisingly, she wasn’t too worried about the evening party and was more relieved that you were filling your teenage years with adventurous memories, is what she said.

Desperately trying to choose out an outfit that would compliment your body wasn’t the only problem on your mind, but also the overwhelming thoughts of the neighborhood boy you just met a couple of hours ago. Daniel Larusso. All evening, the only thing that truly plagued your thoughts was how nice his hair looked, how big and bold his brown eyes were, and the way his gentle hands cupped your elbows when he was lifting you up from that hard concrete.

That he caused, you swiftly remembered. Your own thoughts were starting to worry you. Is it healthy to be falling for a guy this quickly, one that you’ve barely even spoken 20 words to? Probably not, that’s for sure.

Reassuringly, you tried to convince yourself that the only reason why you believed these thoughts of Daniel were crowding your head was because of the lack of male attention from peers was starting to get to you. Hopefully, you thought, it’s just a symptom of being a hormonal teen and not the start of something serious…

Besides, what if Daniel knew how hard you were thinking about him right now? Would he approve? Definitely Not!

You glanced at your clock and realized that the party was about to start in 30 minutes and just by walking to the beach alone, it took about that same amount of time in order to get there.

You quickly checked your outfit and hair in the mirror, making sure everything was to perfection and grabbed your bag and headed out of the small apartment building.

Once you reached the end of the staircase and pushed open the wooden entrance leading to the sidewalk, you spotted the one man that was filling your mind; Daniel Larusso.

Of course you would find him here, looking as dashing as he does.

He was standing there in the hot sun and holding his tall bicycle in place

Knowing of your presence, he craned his head behind his back to take a glance at you. His hair was slightly ruffled from the slight wind and he was still wearing that light blue muscle shirt that showcased his broad shoulders. His eyes lightened and his plump lips turned up into a smile.

He faced his body towards you and refreshingly said a nice “Oh hey Y/N! Are you heading to the party too? I was just about to head out until I realized I didn’t know the location haha.” You flashed him a friendly grin of your own. Hoping he wouldn’t notice the small nervousness in your voice, you replied back with a seemingly calm “Yeah I was just about to head out. Do you want help with directions? I can show you the way except I won’t be able to keep up with your bike because I’ll be walking.”

His eyes for a split second flashed with a bright light, almost as if he came up with a brilliant idea on the spot and stated, “Hey, you know we can ride together on my bike? It’ll be faster that way and I don’t wanna arrive there all alone looking like a sore loser who doesn’t know their way.” He let out a chuckle which in turn also caused you to let out a small breathy laugh. His laugh was so contagious, was he always this charming to everyone?

Wait, did he just ask you to take a ride on his bike with him…? To the beach? You and him together all alone being so close with one another?!

He must have noticed you spaced out because Daniel, still keeping his charming grin said, “Soooo, what will it be? Wanna take a ride with me on my Miyagii Turbo?”

Your mind suddenly focused back onto the attractive boy in front of you and as best and as calmly as you could, you replied back with “Yeah why not? How could I pass up a free offer to ride on a speedy motorcycle standing right infront of me?”

Seemingly understanding your teasing, he stated back with a friendly, “Well what are you waiting for? We don’t wanna be late for that awesome party your friend Freddy was gushing about.”

One of his hands held onto the bike handle while the other was held out in an opening embrace; wanting to show you to get on first. “Ladies first you know” he said with a small lipped smile .

Sheepishly, you walked up to the unmotorized vehicle and placed your legs between the bicycle seat. You could feel his weight fall onto the back of the seat you left open for him and in that moment, it was quite clear how close his body was to yours.

With his chest pressing up against your back, you prayed and desperately hoped he couldn’t hear the booming sound of your heartbeat beating loudly in your chest.

Once you two were fully on the bike, the dangers of what could possibly happen were starting to get to you. What if you both fall off the bike together and cause an embarrassment in the middle of the street? What if there’s a huge pothole and you both go flying and end up needing stitches? Or worse…crutches!

As if he was knowingly reading your mind, Daniel took your hands that were clutching the sides of your stomach and gently, placed them onto the metal bicycle handles. He reached his sleeveless arms to be positioned under your armpits and the warmth of him helped a bit in calming down your intense nerves. He reached his head to be on the side of your cheek, leaving a small gap between you two but at the same time, also being as close as ever.

His voice was low and soft and the small warm breaths he would let out would hit the side of your cheek and flutter to your eyelashes. He let out a gentle, “Here, hold your hands onto the bike handles and put your feet on the side of the bike. If you feel like you’re gonna fall, put your feet on top of mine. This way, we’ll have no chance of falling. And if we do, blame it on me okay? Besides, I am the driver.” He let out a friendly grin and a calm chuckle at the end of his words.

He must’ve known about your nerves of falling off the old vehicle. He was so good, too kind.

You turned your head to glance a little back at him. From this angle, you could see all of his features in great detail. He was even prettier than you imagined. You took in his facial features as quickly as you could; the flutter of his soft lashes, the fullness and arch in his brows, the gleam to his soft lips.

Not wanting to seem like a creep, even though crushing on a guy you just met might already be a sign, you reassuringly stated a quiet “Okay, I trust you Daniel. We don’t wanna be late to the party yeah?”

His soft eyes held contact with yours and he gave an acknowledging nod “Yeah we better go, we don’t wanna get there too late then everyone already eating all of the marshmallows, that’ll be bad”

His eyes glanced up to the front of him and you took that as a sign he was about to start pedaling

As you two passed all of the town buildings and started coming closer to the grassland hills that lead to the California beach, Daniel began starting up a conversation.

His tone held a slight nervousness but it also held sympathy, “Y/N, I know you already forgave me but I’m real sorry that I kicked you like that. I swear! I thought no one was behind that creaky old door!”

The warm breeze brushed against your skin and you let out a giggle as you remembered the events that occurred just only hours earlier.

“Daniel I’m not mad. I told you I forgave you so don’t think too deep into it okay? It was only a silly mistake you made that happened to leave me with a bruised elbow.” You mumbled the last part of your teasing and he giggled at your antics.

As he spoke, the rumble of his chest could be felt against your back and in a way, it was comforting feeling those small vibrations against you. “You can probably already tell from my accent but uh, I’m from New Jersey, Newark New Jersey. Me and my mom just moved here because she got a job offer for some wacko computer stuff that I don’t know much about…”

he mumbled the last part and the tone of his voice wasn’t like the cheerful friendly boy you were talking to just a minute ago, it seemed like his voice was almost laced with a ting of sadness and exasperation.

In an effort to converse, you replied back with a “New Jersey is a long way, how are you feeling the Californian warmth? Better than Newark?

He gave a small breathy laugh and replied with his own “The Californian heat is okay… but I don’t think it can beat the peaceful summers of Newark like it is right now in August.”

It was evident that he clearly missed his hometown. Of course he would, after moving in just a day who wouldn’t?

His voice cut off your thoughts with words of his own, “But I guess Newark has its downs though. Ya know in the summer it gets real cold, like, freezing cold!” One day one of my buddy’s eyelashes were covered in frost just from doing a 15 minute walk to school.”

You let out a gasp and as you replied, your voice hitched a bit,”Woah! Really!? I don’t think that could ever happen here in this area. The only time I heard of something happening like that here was when a few kids passed out due to heat exhaustion.”

You could feel his jaw widen a bit against the back of your head. You giggled to yourself secretly, Daniel’s immense shock of the temperature change was quite amusing to you, you’ve never seen anyone be this interested over weather before. “Enough of weather”, Daniel started, “what about you? Have you lived here your whole life?” His chin was touching your cheek again and his body heat was even more prominent than before.

“Oh yeah, I’ve lived in California my whole life. You’ll get used to it after a while.” You noticed the entrance of the beach was coming into view and you shot out a direction to Daniel, “Oh hey! The beach is just right there, turn to the right and we’ll be at the party.”

His feet pedaled faster and he swiftly turned his bike to the right. As you two went down the small hill, you noticed almost everyone in your grade was here and maybe a few upper peers. The sound of 80’s pop could be heard from someone’s radio and groups of boys were playing a variety of sports while a few groups of girls were sitting down and conversing.

Daniel planted his bike in an area of cool shade and you took that as a sign that he was stopping here. You lifted your leg from one side and you kept one hand steady on Daniel’s bike while he took out the metal chain that hanged loosely around his Jean pocket.

“You head down Y/N, I still need put the chain on my bike and I’ll meet you there in a minute.” He leaned down to wrap the metal material around his bicycle’s tire and you replied back with your own “Sure thing Daniel, thanks for the ride by the way.”

He gave a small smile and said a friendly “Hey anytime, thanks for being such a good direction buddy”

He called you buddy, your heart will probably have to register that one later, but now was not the time. Not after seeing all of the wonderland festivities in front of you.

You headed down the steep pathway and into the full view of the beach. As you neared closer to the volleyball net, you heard one of your friends call you over. You recognized her immediately and the small nerves that were hidden deep in your chest were replaced with a feeling of serenity. You quickly jogged over to where she was sitting with a bunch of other girls near her and she patted the area next to her to show an act to sit down next to her.

A few of your prominent friends gave you smiles and waves and welcomed you to the party. One of your friends begins going on about how nervous she is to start school tomorrow while another goes on about how she’s going to miss summer vacation.

The conversation quickly starts to become white noise and your mind begins to focus on Daniel. He was walking down the same steep hill as you and his minute of loneliness was replaced by Freddy quickly calling him over to join them in a game of beach soccer.

Your view of Daniel gets interrupted and instead, your gaze is replaced with two pairs of legs in front of you. You turn your head upwards and you recognize the faces of both. One girl is Ali Mills who was noticeably holding a colorful volleyball in her hand while another was a girl in your grade who you couldn’t quite place the name of. Ali begins to start with a friendly conversation of, “Hey guys, we were just wondering if you wanted to come and play a bit of beach volley with us?” she gives a beautiful smile and a few of your friends began to stand up and follow the two girls to the volleyball net.

Your legs were still a bit bruised from Daniel’s dramatic entrance just earlier this evening and you thought it might be best to continue sitting where you are right now.

As the sky became darker and the sun started to shine less, you and your friends passed the time by talking about random topics like recent gossip, the upcoming school year, and anything you thought was important and needed to be mentioned. Occasionally, you would sneak a glance to Daniel. You tried to convince yourself it was because you were worried about his well-being but you knew that the way you sometimes held your eyes to him too long did not fit the intentions you were trying to convince yourself of.

A group of boys started a small bonfire once the sunset began to show and the smell of hotdogs and sweet marshmallows filled the air. Your friends begin to lie down on the plush towels and you give an excuse of your back hurting.

Your back didn’t truly hurt, but from this position you could see Daniel clearly. His talent with soccer truly did shine and as you watched, mesmerized with the way his strong thigh lifted and touched the soccer ball with every bounce. You did a small grin to yourself but quickly hid your peering eyes from Daniel once you noticed a few nameless girls, including Ali Mills, were starting to make their way over to your area.

As they started to sit down and start a conversation, they first gave a greeting to you and your friends and began conversing with one another again. You silently continued to stare at Daniel until a conversation coming from one of the girls started to peak your interest.

One began a teasing remark of, “Hey you know Ali, that cute brunette over there is sure giving you the eyes. I think he might like you Ali.”

A few other girls started giggling and making oooing noises of their own. Even Ali herself started giggling. It wasn’t as if it wasn’t true. Daniel truly was staring passionately in Ali’s direction and Ali was doing the same. Daniel gave an almost dreamy look towards her while Ali continued to flash her beautiful smile at him. You’ve never seen him look that way before, not even at the old woman’s dog back at the apartment!

You could feel a tang of jealousy deep in your core. You couldn’t deny, it did hurt, but it wasn’t as if you two were dating! You didn’t even know him very well so it didn’t even matter that much anyways. But you still had to take your feelings into acknowledgment and realize a wave of jealousy was slightly attacking you.

Your mind now absentmindedly tried to focus on the bright and warm bonfire in front of you. However It didn’t take long for your thoughts to drift away from the crackling noises and into a series of how Ali Mills always got what she wanted. It wasn’t like she did anything to you, but she had almost everything. She had a nice house, a pretty face, and the attention of male peers that probably expanded until the end of this beach.

To put it in other words, it wasn’t fair, life wasn’t fair.

You eyed Daniel like a hawk, hoping your gaze wouldn’t catch the attention of him and your other peers. “Luckily” for you, he kept goo goo eyeing Ali so he probably wouldn’t notice anyways.

You watched as Daniel continued to smile and interact with Freddy near the campfire. Freddy was going on about something you couldn’t quite hear but Daniel obviously was pleased with the conversation because he kept giving Freddy a small smirk while also keeping his gaze steady on Ali.

Suddenly, Freddy quickly kicked the checkered soccer ball that was laying near his feet across to the group of girls you were sitting by.

You were in such a trance from watching Daniel and Freddy interact that you didn’t even realize Ali almost got hit with a soccer ball. You only started to come to reality when you saw Ali get up, soccer ball in hand.

You could hear a few girls in the back squeal and squirm as they watched their friend slowly walk towards Daniel, and with your eyes steady on her, you nervously watched as Daniel went up to her in order to retrieve the ball Freddy so purposely kicked.

He gave her that same charming smile he gave you when he offered to give you a ride, and suddenly, his grin didn’t feel so special anymore.

You continued to watch as Daniel gave Ali a greeting and of course, they started to easily converse with one another. Your ears started to perk up when Ali shyly told Daniel something along the lines of how she was impressed by Daniel’s soccer skills. Daniel gave a flustered reply back, his face shyly turned towards the ground and if you really paid attention, you could see a slight pink blush coating his high cheekbones. He took the ball from her delicate hands and started bouncing it on his leg just like he was doing before. He’s showing off, you thought exasperatedly.

One of your friends lightly tapped you on the back. You curiously turned your head around and she gave you one of those grins where she was about to say something giddy.

“You know… that new kid and Ali look really cute together. You think he’s gonna be the next Johnny? I hope he is! He’s cute..!”

Her voice trailed slightly as if she was almost talking to herself a bit and you gave her one of your own personal fake excited smiles in order to match her mood. You tried to hide the bits of disappointment that were laced in your tone when you gave her your own reply of, “Yeah they do look pretty cute together. I don’t know if I would call him the new Johnny though…”

Of course Daniel and Ali looked cute together, everyone says that with the new boy she dates every year. And Daniel couldn’t be the new Johnny. Johnny was a privileged rich boy from the hills. Johnny couldn’t even compare to Daniel if you truly wanted to be honest with yourself that day.

She had her mouth slightly agape as if she was about to reply to your statement but her thoughts were interrupted when the loud noise of engines revving and motorcycles could be heard from the top of the beach hill. Everyone turned their heads towards the area of the cause of the interruption.

The boys driving the motorcycles were all young, steering red and gray noisy vehicles and wearing leather jackets with snakes imprinted all over. A sudden realization dawned over you when you started to add up all of the boys’ characteristics.

It was Cobra Kai…

They were notorious in Reseda for picking fights and winning by using their advanced karate skills. Even though most of the members were from The Hills and had money, they formed a small gang that was infamous around your town for holding no mercy for their victims. And ironically speaking of Ali’s boyfriends, Johnny, standing in the front of all of the other motorcyclists, was in the lead…

From your position on the beach, you peered over and saw that Johnny and his friends were shouting something non intelligible and waving their fists in the air on top of the hill as if they were colonists who just conquered some sort of great land.

You started to slightly grow annoyed at the ruckus they were making. What business did they have that they needed to interrupt the party and make a mess of everything?

Everyone’s eyes were on them as they noisily accelerated down the beache’s hill, dirt and mud flying past them, and a small feeling in your gut started to tell you something uneventful was going to happen. With Johnny Lawrence around, something uneventful always happens.

Johnny and his ruckus of a friend group abruptly parked their loud bikes near your area. More specifically, in front of Ali Mills. Everyone knew of their relationship and at their peak, everyone in the school halls would talk about how cute they looked together, how well they complimented each other. But then they suddenly broke up. No one truly knew the reason why. Some suspected Ali decided to break up with him because of Johnny Lawrence’s harsh behavior and dominating personality, but it was hard to see the border between school rumors and the truth.

However, everyone knew Johnny was still stuck on Ali Mills and her past love for him.

Your friend quickly turned her head and glanced in your direction, making a face of worry. She knew something was going to happen tonight too.

Johnny cockily stopped his bike near Ali’s beach towel. His face held a look of tension and if you dare say, a bit of nervousness? As you watched, you saw how he rapidly plopped himself down and folded his legs to sit beside Ali. You couldn’t quite tell what they were saying, something about needing to talk to each other? You couldn’t quite tell you and your friends were too far away to be able to listen.

Suddenly, Johnny harshly grabbed Ali’s radio and quickly stood up. Now with his face tough and shoulders high, he looked annoyed and angry, like a viscous dog festered with rabies ready to attack.

He turned the dial to zero and without the music, the only noise that could now be heard was the nervous murmur of the ongoing party goers and the shuffling of feet hitting the sand that was being caused by Ali and Johnny walking in circles. Without the music, the atmosphere started to grow heavy and tense, and if you may say, a bit awkward.

If Ali wasn’t annoyed now, she truly was this time. The look on her face matched Johnny’s, mean and annoyed.

Ali cried in an angry tone “Give me back my radio!”

Johnny huffed with an annoyed breath and the two started walking in circles again, this time, Ali actively kept trying to grab the radio from Johnny’s hands in which in return he would pull it behind his back.

Couldn’t Johnny see all the trouble he was causing? If he truly wanted to talk to Ali, why couldn’t he do it with her in private. Not doing it here and making a public scene.

Without any predictable notice, Johnny slammed Ali’s radio as hard as he could against the rough sand. You made a small gasp and winced to yourself as you watched, that radio was the latest technology and a bit pricey too if you may add.

By what you could tell, Ali was furiated. So much so that she pushed him real hard on the chest and if it wasn’t for one of Johnny’s friends standing behind him, he would’ve fallen.

You felt bad for Ali. She didn’t deserve this. It wasn’t right for Johnny to storm in here and ruin everyone’s evening. What gave him the right to just come here and ask Ali to talk, most likely about private matters, in front of all these people? What gave him the right to break an expensive radio he didn’t even pay for?

You got too coiled up in watching the fiasco of Johnny and Ali that you didn’t even notice Daniel slowly walking towards the two. In fact, you forgot he was even there at all!

You only started to remember his presence after he came into your peripheral vision and was now slowly bending down to pick up Ali’s now broken radio.

What was he doing? He’s going to get himself in actual trouble. And this time, there will be no mercy nor forgiveness.

A wave of nervousness and fear instantly shot through your chest as you heard Johnny shout some sort of command at Daniel. As if he was trying to pet a rabid dog, Daniel slowly inched the radio towards Ali and she, with the same sort of fear, tried to rapidly take it from him but instead was cut off by Johnny viscously snatching it from him.

You noticed the way Daniel still tried to keep calm and even nervously gave Johnny a friendly smile. You watched as Daniel backed up a few steps and then tried to give the radio back to Ali again.

Although this time, Johnny wasn’t playing anymore games.

Johnny brutally slammed Daniel to the ground and almost as if it were reflexives, you instantaneously shot up straight on your feet. You knew your friends were probably giving you scared and questioning looks right now. But you didn’t care, one of your own friends was in danger.

You saw how Daniel’s smile faded and his friendly and easy going personality was now over. His eyes were now filled with an unexpected rage and emotion you would have never thought he could have had. He quickly stood back on his feet and tried to lunge towards Johnny in an attempt to knock him over.

You wanted to scream and shout at Daniel that Johnny truly would kick him until he bled. You felt slightly guilty for not being able to tell Daniel that Johnny was a skilled fighter who took expensive fighting classes. But your hands were tied. If you rushed over there and told Daniel to quit it and go home then you too would be targeted. And if you stayed here you would have to watch your friend get embarrassed and beaten in front of all these people, making a fool out of himself in the end.

Johnny put his foot in front of Daniel, making him effectively trip over himself. Daniel awkwardly fell face flat onto the rough sand, you winced a bit as you noticed Daniel getting a handful of sand in his mouth and was now subtly spitting it out while still maintaing eye contact with now an even angrier look in his eyes than before.

Even after that quick embarrassing moment, Daniel shot straight back up onto his feet again and went into an almost awkward type of karate fighting stance.

Karate wasn’t weird or anything. But after seeing his horrible posture and slightly shaking arms that were balled into tight fists, you could positively say it was quite embarrassing and after seeing him try to take down Johnny using Karate, you knew you wouldn’t be able to watch anymore.

You started to quickly jog over to the area where Daniel’s bicycle was placed and you hid behind a tree. From this view, you watched as Johnny continued to beat the tar out of Daniel. Each time Daniel tried to fight back, he always ended up back on the ground again. You thought Freddy might’ve tried to end the fight or at least help Daniel, but all he was doing was standing there, giving Daniel pitiful looks while he was weak and vulnerable on the ground.

Thankfully, Johnny had enough of roughing up Daniel and ended the fight by giving Ali back her radio and giving Daniel one last harsh shove.

His group of Cobra Kais evilly chuckled and watched as Daniel stood lying there with a bag full of sand in his mouth and clothes. You felt terrible for having to leave Daniel there all alone, but for his and your safety, you had to hide out for a bit longer until everyone left.

You peered over and saw how the Cobra Kai’s quickly left, riding almost triumphantly on their red and black motorcycles and Cobra Kai jackets. Everyone, including your friend group, started to quickly pack up and leave after watching the foolish “fight” between Daniel, Johnny, and Ali.

You were tired and you too, wanted to leave yourself. But you knew you had to stay here and at least help Daniel get home safely.

You continued to closely watch as each and every one of your future classmates who attended the party leave in bundles; all leaving without never having something to say about what went on tonight.

Finally, the last person to leave was Ali Mills. She bent down and gave Daniel a comforting rub on his back. From your view, you had no idea what she was telling him but she must’ve been trying to comfort him or something along those lines.

You gave a guess that he must have dismissed her since she started to slowly walk back towards where her and her friend’s car were stationed.

Once everyone was finally gone, you gave a sigh of relief and quickly and silently as best as you could, making sure to hide in the shadows to avoid the stares of the possible night surfers that were still beside the beache’s waves, you jogged over to where Daniel was now sitting up beside the ongoing campfire that was now abandoned and left to burn.

He was sitting on a wooden bench that was beside the fire with his arms on top knees. His cheek was resting on his biceps and he looked deep in thought. The expression on his face was solemn and cheerless.

The slightly cold summer night breeze gave a small harsh blow, your hairs and goosebumps stood up and you started to realize how nervous you were about having to confront Daniel about this. You knew he was your friend, but what if he didn’t want anymore company after what happened today? What if he got mad upon seeing your presence and told you to scram, breaking your newly formed and possibly delicate bond?

As if you were approaching a ferocious tiger, you quietly and tensley walked behind Daniel’s broad shoulders.

Politely and not wanting to disturb his peace, you stiffly anchored your body to sit down beside him.

You curiously turned your head towards Daniel just enough to see his reaction. Even from just his side view, you could see that his soft lips turned upwards into a friendly smile, almost happy if you didn’t notice the ting of sadness that was evident in his eyes.

You gave a quiet sigh of relief to yourself and before you could even turn your head to fully face him, his lips quirked up into a small, friendly, tight lipped smile. “Hey y/n” his voice was soft and acknowledging, but also held a small trace of needing a large amount of good quality sleep.

“Hey Daniel, I just, um, I saw what happened-between you know, you and Johnny” Your nerves were all over the place again and all you wanted to do was just get Daniel and you back home so you could fall asleep in your soft, deliciously enticing bed. You didn’t want to touch on the subject anymore, but you knew that you had to confront Daniel about it in order to see if he was okay.

He let out a short and soft hushed laugh “Yeah I mean, it’s fine I guess. It was-it was stupid of me to stand up to him like that.”

Your eyebrows narrowed in frustration. “No, no, it’s not okay! He shouldn’t have pushed you down like that-he shouldn’t- he didn’t have the right to just disrespect you and treat you like that in front of everyone.” You were rambling, but you didn’t care, you wanted to shove it through Daniel’s thick skull that he wasn’t allowed to think it was alright to be treated like that, especially by Johnny.

You turned to look at Daniel and you were surprised that he was now shooting you a charming smile, very unlike the one he was displaying just minutes before. “Thanks y/n, I’m glad you stayed and waited for me.” His view turned to focus on the gentle beach waves in the distance that were reflecting a beautiful image of the silver moon.

You followed his gaze. “No problem-I mean, who else was gonna take me home on their Miyagii Turbo.”

He gave a soft but happy giggle at your words and you were just glad that he was starting to feel better. However, all of your problems weren’t solved yet. You were so focused on making Daniel feel better that when he turned to face you again, the left side of his face was now fully exposed; revealing his dark purple, bruised and swollen black eye.

The dark purple stain started from the top of his eyelid and traveled all the way to his cheekbone. The wounded bruise was almost laughable if you weren’t so worried about Daniel’s wellbeing right now. It was slightly funny due to him resembling those cute panda bears you see when going to the zoo.

Worriedly, you gasped upon seeing his eye. “Oh gosh Daniel, are you um, does your black eye hurt at all right now?”

His face quickly switched to an expression of confusion but mainly, shock. “Oh man I got a black eye? I knew my eye was hurting real bad for no reason. I thought I just bruised it a little bit nothin too serious…” His hand went to touch the bruised flesh on the left side of his skin, feeling around the center of his eye until he gave another worried expression. “Oh man… I don’t- I don’t know what I’m gonna tell my ma. She’s gonna be worried sick if she ever saw me wearing this panda eye around!

In an attempt to calm him down again, you suggested a solution that would hopefully, smooth his worries and definitely solve yours too. “Daniel, how about we go back home. It’s getting late and… I have some ointment at home that’ll help with that…” you pointed towards his bruised eye and watched as his anxious expression turned blank.

He blinked, looking almost stooped for a moment and then turned to face the sea again. “I mean… yeah it is getting pretty late and-everything that went on today is kinda starting to get to me.”

His hand reached up to rub his sleepy eyes, wincing after he accidentally rubbed his panda eye. You chuckled to yourself quietly after watching him make a silly mistake that he would probably only do.

You noticed that his hand was littered with small cuts and bruises, you’ll have to patch that up too when you both get home.

You silently got up and stretched you arms and legs, you peered down to watch Daniel and lightly tapped his shoulder to signal to him you were leaving.

As he turned his head to look at you, you began walking back to where his bicycle was, he gave you a smile with squinted eyes and dimples lightly fading into his skin.

He quickly started to get up and ran towards your direction, yelling a friendly command to wait up for him.

As you two walked back towards his bicycle, he laid his arm on top of your head and gave you a happy smile and then turned to look up towards the sky, watching the bright and beautiful full moon shine in the dark hours of the night.

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched his sultry eyes show a reflection of the moon he was so admiring right now.

You both were admiring the same moon, the same beauty and shine, just in different views and eyes.

He continued to walk with you, his arm still laying on top of your head. He lowered it and it was now lazily wrapped around your shoulders, his slender fingers now cupping the heel of your shoulder in his hand. You tried not too hard to focus on the way his warm skin was rubbing against the back of your neck. But it was almost impossible with the way his warmth was comforting you in the cold night.

He turned to look at you again, the bright moon still shining in his eyes. “You know y/n, you’re a real good friend. I’m not real sure what I would’ve done without you right now but… I’m glad you stayed for me. Even though we just met, I can tell we’ll be real good friends.”

You pushed the thought of Daniel only seeing you as a “good friend”. And for right now, you couldn’t ruin this moment with Daniel and you didn’t want to either. Instead, you just gave a small meek smile of your own and turned to meet his sleepy eyes again. “Yeah me too.. I um, I agree. I think we’ll be really good friends too.”

You both continued to walk up the hill, finding peace in each other's silence and instead focusing on the light whispers of the wind and the small swoosh noise the dark waves would make in the black ocean.

Daniel untied his bike from the large tree stem and grabbed the handle bars with his two hands, holding on to them so you could get on with stability.

Instead, you didn’t want to be the one to go on first, you knew that on the way back home, your body would betray you and you would probably end up hitting your head on the metal bicycle bar from immense exhaustion.

“Daniel, if you don’t mind…do you think that this time I can, I don’t know, maybe ride in the back instead of the front?”

His mouth fell slightly agape with a small emotion of suprise. He blinked. “Yeah of course, no problem. Hold on to my shoulders though so you don’t fall yeah?”

You gave him a friendly nod of agreement and as soon as he settled himself against his bike, you sluggishly sat on the remainder of the bicycle seat.

You were too tired to really think anymore, your body just did what it thought was best and you totally forgot about holding onto Daniel’s shoulders and instead, your arms instinctively went underneath Daniel’s armpits and wrapped around his muscular flesh.

After that, everything felt like a blur. The last thing you could remember was laying your cheek against the warmth of Daniel’s back and as your mind started to fade into the land of dreams, the last thing you could sense was the small rumble against your cheek and a low chuckle coming from the person you were wrapped around, succumbing to only being able to feel the comforting warmth that was radiating from the man in front of you.

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Ace : Bad news—Saber locked themself outside of their own house.

Ace : Good news—we didn’t have to wait around for a locksmith.

Ace : Bad news—Saber finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my Tragic Backstory(TM). I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned it was because, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute guys/girls/enbies.

Ace : Good news—a cute guy/girl/enby saw me do it.

Ace : Bad news—it was Deuce, and since he's already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because I saw a fawn that was just too damn small, and knows I can ride a unicycle, he'll never think I’m cool no matter what I do. It’s too late. He know.

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Draco x reader part 1

Warnings- swear words, Draco not being too nice. Slow burner. Very slow! Reader being pretty upset. That’s it really. Draco teasing reader.

Enemies to friends - friends to lovers.

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Your bare feet meet the hallway's freezing floor as you race down another corridor, away from Filch's cries of outrage and deeper into the castle. A few more turns, and you'd reach the hidden passage Fred had shown you last year. Then you'd finally be able to relax without the risk of getting detention.

You race around another corner, but before you can run any further, you collide into something hard. Draco Malfoy's grey eyes glint as they peer down into yours. "A bit lost, aren't you love?"

“Oh my god Draco! I’m so sorry. I’m trying to get away from Filch and his cat.” Y/n who’s in Slytherin bends down breathless trying to catch her breath.

"Oh, really...that's interesting," he mumbles, a smirk stretching across his face. He raises an eyebrow as his grey eyes bore into you, seemingly sizing you up. "Why would that be?" he asks you with amusement in his voice: his question is clearly a trap, and by the amused look on his face he knows you'll walk straight in. But you have to answer; you feel those dark eyes of his boring into you and you're practically frozen with fear when he raises that solitary eyebrow.

You look up at him, feeling butterflies, you definitely have a crush on the infamous Draco Malfoy. Though if he knew, you’d be mortified. “I’m trying not to get detention”

"Huh...detention..." he says in a mocking, sing-song voice as though the idea is absolutely foreign to him, or as though he finds it hilarious. "And why exactly should you be trying to avoid a detention?" He raises his eyebrow once more.

He's waiting for you to answer, and your eyes are drawn to his lips as you realise that his grin is widening. This is a trick question, isn't it? You feel a bead of sweat trickle down the back of your neck.

You gulp, looking from his lips to his eyes. possibly, those butterflies in your stomach become more intense. As though they are trying to break free. Probably because I locked Filch in a cupboard” You answer him sarcastically. Not meaning too.

"You what?" he asks in complete disbelief. His eyes widen with amusement, and his smile widens. He laughs softly, the same amused, singsong laugh as before. "Oh, really..." he says again in a mocking tone. You flush. His laugh is so cold and mocking — it makes you feel so stupid, so small. Why is he laughing? Oh god. You just want to disappear or for the ground to swallow you up.. "And why exactly did you do *that?"

Your cheeks flush red and Draco definitely caught that. You know he’s caught how embarrassed you look right now as he raised his eye brow at you smirking. You rub the back of your neck. You know Draco is watching your every move, you look from his intense gaze down to the floor. The one person you’ve always wanted to impress and to grab his attention and this is how. This is how you’ve got his attention? How Embarrassing “why not? You know how he is”

"I know how he is, do I?" he says, his smirk widening even more. He’s definitely mocking you. His face is inches from yours now, and you swear you could fall into his eyes if you wanted to. "Please, do enlighten me," he says, his voice suddenly much softer than it was before, as though he has finally let down his cold, aloof mask and is now showing his true self to you, baring his soul. And it's terrifying and thrilling all at once.

“He’s filch. He always wants to get anyone into trouble and in detention.. AND he’s creepy. You look at Draco and then down at your feet. You can’t help but think how stupid you are for walking out past curfew and with no slippers on. How did you miss that. Then it dawns on you. Why is Draco out past curfew?! “Wait.. why are you out here and not in your dorm?”

He chuckles softly as he sees the realisation hit you, and your heart flutters against your chest. A small, dark smile plays at the corners of his lips, but it doesn't reach his eyes, which are burning with amusement as they bore into you. "Maybe I'm up to something," he says at last in a low whisper which sends a shiver down your spine. Then he raises a finger to your lips. You don't know why, but his touch is like fire against your lips. "Shh..." he says, still in that soft voice. "That's our little secret."

Your eyes widen when he tells you it’s a secret between the both of you. Making you blush intensely. You think your face can’t get any redder but you’re sure at this moment with his greyish blue eyes looking at you that your face is probably as red as a tomato. You just nod your head at him. “o-ok”

"Good girl...." He lets his finger linger on your warm lips for a moment longer. You can feel each individual second tick by, but at the same time it feels as though you have been frozen in time, suspended in this precise moment for an eternity. You know, without a doubt, that you will remember this moment forever.

His finger finally leaves your lips, but his smile remains - as does the teasing glint in his eyes, as though he enjoys your blush. You are too stunned to speak, and he notices. He chuckles darkly. "You okay there, love?"

All you could do was nod, you want to speak, to say anything. To try and not look like a loser opening and closing their mouth like a fish. You look around the hallway you’ve walked a dozen times, so you don’t look at Draco. You finally speak when you look at the most interesting plain wall behind him as you finally reply. “Yep”

He chuckles as he sees you looking anywhere but him, his smile still tauntingly spread across his face. You can feel those dark eyes digging into you, his gaze so intense that you are sure you can still feel it on your skin, even when you aren't looking at him. "If you say so..." he says in a mocking tone. "Now why exactly were you sneaking about?" he asks.

His tone is light, but it holds a dark layer which you don't understand - like a joke that isn't funny. There's something dangerous behind his smile.

You’re definitely nervous, you know he’s smiling without having to look in his direction. Until he asked you a question. You look at him for a brief moment before looking back at the wall again. Which at this moment is the only thing stopping you from falling in a heap on the floor in front of Draco. “Going to the library” you know it’s a lie, he knows it’s a lie. You know he knows it’s a lie. You can’t exactly tell him the truth on why you’re sneaking around the halls at 1 in the morning.

"The library?" he asks, with a sly grin. He's playing you, you know it clearly, yet you can't help but feel a little thrill at his words. The fact that he know you’re lying just adds to his already intimidating charm. "Why now? Do you need some help... *reading?"* he teases, a little dark laughter lurking behind his words as he sees your face burn red at his teasing. You are completely at his mercy now, and he is enjoying every second of it.

You don’t dare to look at him, knowing that if you do it will be harder to speak, to even stand. You look from the wall to the stone floor. Your bare feet have become numb from the cold against your skin. “No, to return a book.” Draco raises his brow and tilts his head to the side. He looks at your hands. You know he’s going to point out that you do not have a book in your hand. You curse under your breath. Barely audible. But you’re sure Draco caught it.

"A lying little smartass, aren't you?" he mocks, a smirk stretching across his face, he stares at you in amusement from just a few inches away. He sighs, but you can tell his disappointment is fake. "Well, why were you *really* sneaking around?" he asks again, his voice still soft and low, and there's something about it that makes your knees weaken. "I think I know, but I want to hear you *say* it."

You sigh, shivering. It’s very cold out and you can feel the bitterness against your skin. But it’s not the weather that made you shiver. It’s the way Draco said he wanted to hear you say the real reason. You finally tear your eyes away from the ground to look up at Draco. His greyish blue eyes look at you, no he’s staring, like a predator stalking his prey. It’s so intense, intimidating it almost scares you. You know you need to answer him. Or you could just run. But you don’t want to. “I’m going to the astronomy tower. I heard you can see Jupiter tonight.”

He rolls his eyes at you. "Riiight...Jupiter," he says in a sing-song voice, and though it's meant to be mocking, it sounds much less than that. It sounds oddly soft. His dimples are still on full display, and you are finding it hard to breathe as his eyes bore into you. "You wouldn't happen to be up there with anyone else, would you?" he knows exactly why you would be going to the astronomy tower. His dimples flash across his face. He asks the question in a soft voice. There's an edge to it now: you can feel anger smouldering beneath that soft, mocking surface. All most like he’s jealous.

You know there no point in hiding it anymore as he’ll find out sooner or later. Life would be much smoother if you tell him the truth but in a weird way, you kind of want to keep him in the dark. You could tell a white lie. You’re going up to see Luna Lovegood your best friend since your first year at Hogwarts. But telling him you’re seeing a boy?….. might make him slightly jealous? You sigh as if you’ve been caught. “I’m going up to see Harry”

You notice how his face changes. "I see..." Draco replies, his soft voice turning ice-cold once more as the mocking facade slips. At the mention of Harry Potter, his eyes narrow, and you can feel a dark power rise within him. His whole demeanour changes; it's not soft or mocking or teasing anymore, but dark, cold, and threatening. It's terrifying, and you feel your heart begin to pound with a sudden, terrifying fear. What have you done? Your breathing speeds up as his gaze pierces right through you. You didn't know he could look so frightening.

You don’t like seeing Draco like this, it scares you. Even though you have a gut feeling he’s a little jealous at the thought of you and Harry being up there alone. You decide to ease the tension that’s been created. “I’m joking, I’m actually going up to see Luna”

"Well, of course you are," he replies dryly, his eyes flashing. The mocking, contemptuous smile that you'd gotten used to returns to his lips, and you breathe a sigh of relief. The dark power around him fades, and you feel yourself relax once more, as though you have just survived something horrible. "You didn't think I'd believe you, did you?" he asks you in complete condescending tone. He looks at you as though you are a fool who has just done something stupid. Which you did. You definitely regret that decision.

You decide to test your little theory to see if Draco was jealous by asking him straight up. Which you soon regret. “Were you jealous at the thought of me being up there with Harry?”

"Me?" Draco mocks you. "Jealous?" He laughs coldly, a laugh of pure scorn. "You're delusional, love." Your heart sinks as you hear his reply, but the sting is lessened by the cold, condescending contempt in his voice. "You? And Potter?” he adds, his voice dripping with bitterness. “No, the very idea is positively insulting." The coldness in his voice is all too clear: *you* aren't worth dating, the very idea is somehow worse than going to Azkaban prison to Draco Malfoy. You could help but sure the hurt you were feeling from his words but he is Draco. He doesn’t care who he upsets.

[sheigarche]

Can we talk about this interesting reaction from Kim's parents in Emotion Sickness?

And why they act like Ron and Kim going to the festival is a big deal?

I mean, it has already been mentioned in many other episodes that Kim and Ron go out together to proms, festivals, shopping, cinema, shows, missions, etc and they never showed any worries.

But then there's this episode, this festival, and they feel the need to clarify "the rules" for Ron as if they haven't known him his entire life and he and Kim have never done this before 😂

Like, okay, fine, this time it's a real date... but how do they know?

Did Kim explicitly tell them she was dating Ron? Or were they just waiting for these two realized their feelings to do the talk?

It says a lot that they approved this relationship so quickly and clearly didn't seem shocked or skeptical like Wade and Monique were 🤭

[sofasoap]

First time - Part 2

Pairing : Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x F!reader

Summary: years of pinning, you find an excuse to get close to your best friend, Kyle. Now Is he going to say yes to your plan?

Part of Gaz Fest 2023

Warning : E rating. Slight angst. Pinning. Friend to lovers. Insecurity. Smutty smut.

A/N: Thank you @glitterypirateduck for organising the writing festival!! * cheering *

Enjoy!!

Master list

His hand glides back and forth the small of your back, the other slides up along the spine, coming to a stop at the nap of your neck, lightly holding it. 

Leaning closer, he whispered in your ears.

“I have one condition.” Pulling back slightly, staring into your eyes with the usual softness you noticed that is only reserved for you. “I’ll treat you to the full package.”

“Full package?” your eyes narrowed slightly, confused. 

“Like I said before, Sunflower, I don’t want this to be a loveless sex.” You open your mouth, trying to say something, but the gentle caresses of his thumb along your neck, rubbing little circles stopped you. “I want you to treat you to dinner,” Clearing his throat, “A…  a date, first, if you can call it that.”  Please call it that. You thought pleadingly.  But you know he doesn’t mean it by a real date. “To, to get you in the mood.”  Why is he getting flustered and nervous all of sudden? You wondered. 

“And um, then, we can. Proceed. With ..” stuttering slightly, he took a deep breath.

“The deed.” 

You suddenly burst out laughing. Breaking the moment. 

Biting your lip to try to control your laughter, leaning into his shoulder. “I am sorry if I am pressuring you into this, Kyle. You don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to. I can find someone else. “ letting out a sigh as you finally calm down from your laughter.  “Sam seems to be pretty enthusiastic when I mention to them last time that I haven’t had anyone…”

“No. NO please, let me do this. I don’t trust anyone else looking after you.” There’s his knight in shining armour attitude again. Always there to protect you. That is why you fell for him. Love him. He’s always looking out for your back. As you do for him. 

Straightening himself up, gaining his confidence back slightly as he plastered his signature smile on his face. 

“So, Sunflower, where would you like to go for the pre-deed date?” 

“You look very lovely with that dress, Sunflower.” He smiled.

You are sure there’s one. Yours. You are for sure he is going to break your heart again for the second time by the end of the night. Shattering it even harder than the last. When both of you part ways. And with possibly complete change in your friendship. 

Your mouth gaped as you see there, stands Kyle Garrick, in dark colour tight jeans, long sleeve turtle neck with a sand colour leather jacket. With a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Ready to pick you up for … the supposed pre-deed date.

How many hearts has he captured and broke with his handsome look?

Before you spiral down too far, you decide you should just enjoy this moment, living out your fantasy. The fantasy of Kyle Garrick has finally asked you out on a date, to be his lover, the one and only, your happily ever after. 

He isn’t joking when he mentions to get you into the mood during the date.

“You know that is my favourite dress? It really accentuates your figures well.” 

“You smell really nice. New perfume?”

“There's a bit of chocolate on your face…Let me wipe it off for you.”

“Come. Hold my hand. So I don’t lose you in the crowd.”

The few comments and warm looks from the passerby as the two of you standing by the dock, watching a cruise ship slowly pulling away from the port, sailing into the distance, chatting about the possible destination of the travellers.

“Oh,aren’t you two a cute looking couple. I remember my husband used to take me walking along this Strand for dates when we were too poor to go on proper dates in a restaurant..” The old lady smiled and looked up to the old man beside her, who was lost in his own fond memories. 

You can almost feel Kyle's smile as he kisses the top of your head, pulling you tight against him before replying, “Oh, this is why I am bringing my beautiful girlfriend here now, creating memories so we have something to look back to when we grow old together.”

To anyone’s ears, this would certainly be a possible marriage proposal. But you know it isn’t. 

That sincerity in this tone just makes your heart flutter and melts. You start to waver, does he really mean what he just said?

No. he makes it very clear. This is only a pre-deed date. Just to get you into the mood.

And he certainly has done it. 

Now, standing in the middle of your bedroom, clasping both of your hands together,  you look down onto the floor at your own feet. 

You couldn’t stop shaking as both of you waited for each other to make a move. 

Maybe this is a bad idea after all. Maybe you should have just faced the fact that you're going to stay a virgin until you die. Or you will never have Kyle to yourself. Not even as …… 

“We can stop here if you want Sunflower. I don’t want you to think we have to go through with this.” Sensing your hesitation and discomfort radiating through, he took a step forward, breaking your thought, gently enveloping your hands with his, caressing your knuckle with his thumbs. “We can just end the evening here, I’ll just … “

“No!” Coming out slightly more forceful than you expected, you gulped as you shake your head before tilting your head up, glossy eyes slowly blinking with a softer but determined tone.

“I want you, Kyle. Take me. Please.” 

He lets go of your hands, slowly sliding up your arm, towards your shoulder, your neck, and comes to a stop as he cups your jaw, leaning down with his lips hovering over yours, as if asking for that final permission again. 

Tilting your head slightly, closing the gap. Feeling his warm and slightly chapped lips on yours.

Since when you hit adolescents, when you realise your attraction to him is not just mere childhood crush. 

How you have dreamt of this moment for a long time. YEARS. 

Maybe there was some teenage hormone rage happening at the same time. But even now, there are nights of dreaming about him, trying to relieve that ache with your own hands, it was never enough.  Nothing ever satisfied you. 

Boldly, sliding one of your hands behind him and sliding down between the gap of his pants, grabbing onto his butt, the other underneath his top, feeling both of his firm abdominal muscles, lightly scratching it with your nails. Teasing him a bit. 

That seems to tip him over the edge. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer to him. 

“For someone who claims never had any experiences before, you are certainly a tease. Look how hard you make me.” Rolling his against you, feeling the almost hardened cock even through the material. 

Fuck. If you weren’t aroused before, now you were pretty sure your core is dripping wet. You never heard him talking in such a dark and lusty tone before. You wouldn’t say you dislike it. What you will do to hear more of it. 

“Lacey lingerie? All for me? What a pretty girl…” you can hear his amused tone as he turns you around, pulling down the zipper of your dress, letting it drop down to the floor. 

Your body is heated up with his comment. You have debated days ago if you should wear something special underneath, or just a plain safe option of your normal underwear. But now you are glad you bit the bullet and went to the shop and got the lingerie set after hearing his praises. He leans down and plants light kisses trailing down from the tip of your ears down towards your neck and shoulders. 

“Kyle….” You whimpered as you tighten your thighs together, trying to get a bit of relief. He quietened you with a little shush, before coming back up and kissing your temple. You need him now. You can’t take anymore of his teasing. 

“Just relax. I will take care of you, love. Don’t worry.” lightly grabbing onto your breast, teasing the nipple through the thin fabric, as the other hand slights down, cupping your sex, and slide his hand back and forth

You moan and gasp as he pushes the fabric aside and slides one of his fingers in, rubbing lightly on your clit with his thumb and slides his other fingers through the slit. 

This is better than your own finger. Even better than you imagined. 

Before you know it, your first orgasm hits you fast as he rubs circles with his thumb on your clit, eyes closed, you lean back against him, biting your own lip trying to suppress the urge of screaming out loud. 

He slows down his ministration as you ride out the waves of your orgasm, whispering words of praise. If not for his strong arm circling around your waist to hold you up, your jelly like leg wouldn’t even support you up. 

Oh. 

Slowly pulling out his fingers and after tilting his head down to give you a deep kiss, he bent down a little, arm behind your knee to scoop you up into a bridal carry.

Carefully lowering you on to the bed, taking a moment to admire you, he stood back from the bed, slowly undressing himself. His beautiful toned body slowly reveals as he shreds each piece of clothing. Until the last one disappeared onto the floor. 

OH. he is. 

Well endowed. 

Like the rumours you have heard. 

Jokes have been made around the table amongst close friends how “well grown” Kyle has been, but you always thought that is just shits and giggles amongst the mates and men throwing at each other, but seeing is believing. 

Rumours confirmed. Fact. Ticked. 

You tense up. Feeling like a novice jumping straight into the hardest setting in a game, you wondered how in the hell are you going to take him?! 

Snapping back from your thought, you saw Kyle crawling onto the bed with a box condom and a tube of lubricant. 

“I, ah, didn’t know if you have any so I brought some for you..” he smiled shyly, holding the items up. 

The ever thoughtful Kyle. It's actually quite touching.

When he was about to grab the packet of condom, your hand reached over, asking in a quivering tone.

Your shoulder relaxed slightly, nodding your head as silent thanks. He edges forward on his knee, and nudges your leg to spread open slightly. Although you only just came down from your orgasm, you feel like you are ready to go again with his fingers works around the area, gently applying the lubricants.

You don’t think you will ever get enough of his touching you. Nor you touching him. 

“Can.. can I.. put it on for you? Can you please teach me how?” you pull a nervous smile, asking him for permission. 

His gentle hand guides yours towards his arousal, taking in a sharp breath as you hold the base of his cock and slowly roll the condom down his length.  

Aiming at your sex, he slowly and gently pushes his tip in, inch by inch, letting you get used to the stretch.

“Try to relax, love.. Take your time. No pressure here..” he leans forwards, giving you light kisses on the face as he notices your face contorted with discomfort and pain. “You are doing so well.. Taking me…just tell me when I can move, at your own pace.”

Grabbing onto his shoulder, you try to relax as much as possible, nodding your head to urge him to push on, until he is fully seated inside you. 

Such a strange sensation, him inside you. So big. So hot. You feel like you are melting into one with him. 

You take another deep breath in, looking up at him with your hooded eyes. You can see his jaws tighten and eyes full of lust as he looks back down at you, trying to control himself for your sake. 

“I am ready. Please. Kyle.” You begged. 

Starting slowly, he slides his cock out, before thrusting it back in again. And repeating the motion, again and again, but you can feel he is holding back slightly, afraid to hurt you if he moves too much. 

You throw your head back, reaching your second orgasm of the night, screaming out his name. Amongst the haziness of orgasm, you feel him going for a few quick short sharp thrust before reaching his own high, groaning out loud as he rides it out. 

Slowly the discomfort and pain is taken over by that familiar feel of delightful heat pulling around your lower region. You start rocking your hip upward, to meet with his thrust, trying to chase that bliss that you have felt earlier on.

He pushes your legs towards your body more, hitching the feet onto his shoulder to get a deeper angle, you let out a loud moan as he has hit the perfect spot. One of his hand made its way towards your clit, pinching it lightly.

Collapsing on top of you panting away, he buried his face in between your breast, trying to steady his breathing. 

“Heaven..… I can’t believe it.. Oh gosh.. I love you.”

Your head snapped up from the pillow, looking down at him. You felt him tensing up as soon as he realised what had slipped through his mouth. 

“You…“  Did you hear him right? “You.. love me?” you asked in a very small voice. Body starts to shake. This must be just post-sex brain talking, right? There is no way possible he loves you. 

Awkward silence lingers, you try to push yourself up, trying to get away from him, but he grabs onto your arm before you can fully pull away, and head raises up and looks at you, with pleading eyes. 

“I.. I never intended for it to come out this way. I am sorry.” he replied in an almost choking voice. 

See? He is regretting what he said already. There is no way he loves you.

“That’s why you refused.” you whispered.

“You don’t know how happy I was when you came to me about your… proposal,” he continued.  Closing his eyes, recounting the memory. “I don’t know how you feel about me, other than being a close friend. I didn’t want to take advantage of you.”

He nodded. Face falling back in between your breast again, feeling his hot breath on your skin as he let out a breath. 

“But I was so heartbroken seeing you running away from me..planning to run away into another person’s arms with the same proposal. How can I let that happen? I want to be your special one.. I want to be your first.” he gulped, “I want to be loved by you.” 

“Way too long. Even the others have noticed it.. I suspect.” 

“Kyle…” you lift your hand, running your finger through his short curly hair. “I.. I've been in love with you since we were young.” You confessed. His head snapped back up, suddenly hope glittering in his eyes, “I .. never thought you will return my feeling, I was too scared to make a move, and I was sick and tired waiting for you to make a move.” tears streaming down your face, he reaches up gently, wiping it away. “And I thought, using this excuse, at least.. At least I can be with you first and last time, and move on. Forget about going after you. Just keep our relationship as friends.”

“Oh my Sunflower…” he leaned his forehead against yours. “Looks like both of us have been hiding from each other. For a long time.”

Kyle’s eyes snapped open, brows raised. 

“One of them pushed me to just get on with it and ask you.”  you smiled. “ and I am glad they did.” 

“So do I..” After a brief pause, Kyle wriggling himself around a bit, to pull out from you, throwing away the used condom. You moaned slightly at the loss of the heat and feeling of him.. 

You raise your eyebrows as he grabs another condom from the box, and his cock already recovering from the session. 

“We gotta make up for all that lost time, right?” he winked. 

Oh, you wouldn’t say no to that. 

“Like I said, my Sunflower, there are still a lot of tricks up my sleeve I need to show you.. We have all night to go through it all.” 

@deadbranch

This chapter went on way longer than I expected. oops.

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[freesketchgo]

[pokegalla]

Thank you for writing my previous request!

I hope you don’t mind me stopping by and sending some asks or requests time to time.

But anywho, can I get Killer sans with a Crush/S/O (you can choose!) that absolutely loves to tease and fluster him. But the unfair part is that the reader is hard to fluster and memorises what makes killer flustered the most, but every once in a while they get flustered too.

Thank you!

P.S the reader is GN. - 🐨

Anytime and sure I don’t mind! Hmmm both are pretty good….maybe a merge? Let’s see what I can do!!! (Changed it slightly so I hope you don’t mind!)

Killer with a GN!Reader who flirts but not easily flustered (Crush to S/o)

* This crush of his is a literal taste of his own medicine. He’s a flirty little shit let’s be honest. But to see you not even react and THEN manage to get him flustered?! Oooooooo he’s hooked on you! Seriously he is doing his BEST to get you flustered.

* The whole gang sees you two and laughs whenever Killer fails yet again. The funny part is that you’re not the slightest bit oblivious to his advances. In fact you low key DO get flustered but you decide on not showing it.

* Best part? The entire gang is aware of this. They KNOW you be bullshitting, especially Nightmare. Why they laugh at Killer? Because he’s the only dumbass who hasn’t figured it out-

* But he did catch a few rare occasions. Like the few times you couldn’t hide your blush fast enough. Or perhaps he noticed you staring at him for a bit too long. When he calls you out for it, you just shrug it off.

* So what does he do? FLIRTING COMPETITION!!! Whoever loses will do what the winner wants. Obviously he aims to win a date with you! Unbeknownst to him, you had an idea up your sleeve too…..

* You literally won with one line…..and everyone else is just there complete in shock. But not as much as Killer. In a way you both won that day….

* As a couple you both still have your flirting competitions but you open up more and get flustered much easier much to Killer’s delight (he still loses though. But he doesn’t mind~❤️). You are a fun couple!

Mini story time!!!

(In the past)

“Ready (Y/n)?” Killer asked, “Winner takes all~”

You roll your eyes, “Bet I can win in one turn.”

“Confident aren’t we,” Dust said sarcastically. Horror and Error was munching on popcorn while Nightmare looked annoyed.

“Oh really? Go ahead then pal. Hit me with your best shot~,” Killer teased with a wink.

You pointed at him, “When I win, I want my prize to be forever mine. So….what does my prize say to that~?” Everyone thought for a moment before finally realizing what you meant. The ‘prize’ just looked at you in shock.

“W-wait….,” He said blushing hard, “L-Like….as a boyfriend? You want me to be your boyfriend? THATS what you want?” You simply nod but you couldn’t hide your blush. You confessed to him…you actually wanted to be his!

He kissed your hand, “Guess you win this round~”

(In the present)

You were both cuddling in bed, teasing each other.

“Heh….it’s funny,” Killer suddenly said.

“Hm? What?” You asked.

“I thought you didn’t like me. You were being so stubborn and refused to show me. But now look at us. We’re all cuddly….,” He kissed your neck, “Cute….,” he kissed your cheeks and forehead, “And such a loving couple together~” He ended his teasing with a kiss on your lips.

You were blushing hard but retaliated, “Says the guy who willingly lost a competition just to be mine~” Now he was blushing hard.

“Dammit….,” He grumbled. You laughed but he ends up tickling you before going back to cuddling.

[brannewjoint]

This is what pure joy looks like ✨🥹