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[sushis-wild-imagination]

Seventeen and first dates (all members)

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→ Choi Seungcheol

“You do look like a fish” he says.

You and cheol were walking around in an aquarium as your first official date. You both have been really close friends for a while before you decided to finally give into your feelings and see where it goes with each other.

You couldn’t be happier, cheol really was the best thing that happened to you, even friendship wise. The sweetest boy.

“Look, that looks exactly like you” he points to ansilly looking fish through the glass.

You put you lips out and pout like a fish.

“Close your eyes; you look exactly like this fish behind you,”

You giggle at that, you’ve never been told you look like a fish and that made you laugh,

“let me take a picture” he says.

You stand at the glass, with your lips out and eyes closed. After two clicks you feel someone in front of you and a pair of lips, pecking yours.

“Hey!” You were fully red. It was your first kiss with him. It was playful and so sweet. Nothing like you imagined but a 100 times cuter, innocent.

“Sue me! I stole a kiss” he says running away from you while you chase him.

“Come back here”

→Yoon Jeonghan

“You can’t eat anything if you don’t catch anything!,” jeonghan tells you while you stand at this pool like area for fishes.

You and Jeonghan confessed quite mutually to each other that you liked each other. All your friends could see it, how you would kick your feet at his messages and how he would giggle at yours. You weren’t just friends.

“You’ll let your girlfriend starve?” You ask acting offended.

He pauses for a second and scans you top to bottom.

“Yes”

You playfully smack him while the fish catching turns into a competition about who catches more fish. At the end of the night you had 6 fishes you caught, snd you foulness possibly eat 6 fishes so you gave some away to the kids who couldn’t catch any.

“If this is how we were going to catch fish, I would’ve taken you fishing instead”

“I am somewhat of a master fisherman myself”

You giggle at the reference.

→ Hong Joshua

You’ve liked joshua ever since he transfered to you school in high school. He was your bench mate and it wasn’t a long time before you fell for his charm, he was a handsome boy with such a kind heart. You still had an umbrella he gave you to use.

You met him again at a reunion after years and the group of friends planned to go to an amusement park that weekend at the reunion.

Seeing him again, after years set you off with some feelings, all unresolved.

You reached the amusement park as a group but little did you know it was a set up and suddenly you and Joshua were left alone.

You ended up touring the entire park, you realised he was the same crazy shua you knew and liked. Everything he did made you laugh.

“Here!” He says and hands you a bracelet he won shooting at balloons.

“A souvenir from our first date” he adds.

You look up at him in surprise.

“First date?”

“Unless you don’t want it to be”

“No, of course, I like that”

“Good”

‘Our first date’ rang in your head the rest of the day.

→ Moon Junhui

This was the first time you had gone over to your boyfriend, Jun's apartment. He liked decorating his apartment and interior design, his apartment was full of decorative items, you went through them all. it was fascinating how much you realise of a person just by seeing how they decorate their spaces.

Jun had called you over for a home cooked meal that he was so confident about. He was so excited to make you this Malapot that he knows he makes the best. He wanted to almost show off to you and impress you with his food.

You were excited for the food too, just listening to him talk about it made you drool when you made the plan.

"Ah it's ruined" you hear jun's voice from the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" you walk over.

"Somethings wrong, it's not tasting the way it's supposed to" he says dejected. You go over and he gives you a spoonful of broth from the pot. It was quite flavourful.

"It's good Jun, what's wrong?" you ask again.

"It's good, not great, I can do so much better" he was very disappointed. He just wanted you to enjoy his food and like his food.

"I'll eat anything you make junnie" you say hugging his side while his eyes never leave the pot in front of him.

You force him to look at you.

"There's always a next time, I'm not going anywhere"

He finally smiles.

→ Kwon Hoshi

You were cycling with your boyfriend of 1 week, hoshi. You met at a fashion show and immediately clicked. You fell for his goofy personality and felt this urge to protect him from the world.

He asked you out first and you happily agreed. Both of you had some feelings some flirtatious text messages happening between the two of you.

But today you could taste blood, he was cycling way too hard and you couldn’t catch up.

He was a little ahead of you while you volunteered to crash in the grass to relax, you would’ve died if you went on for a little longer.

You were panting while the tiger came back to you to check if you are okay.

“Cycling is too hard” you say between laboured breaths.

“You have no stamina” he smirks suggesting something completely different.

It was your chance to chase him down for that comment.

“We’ll see” you blush but also respond sassily chasing him in the grass.

→ Jeon Wonwoo

Jeon Wonwoo, your next door neighbour that had taken a liking to you, has made it routine to pick you up from office everyday, so you could go back home together.

You were still unsure about dating him and he gave you all the time in the world to come to a decision.

You wanted to surprise him today, by agreeing to date him. You had spent a lot of time together and he was a sweet guy. You were just scared of something, past relationships weren’t exactly a flower path. He understood that.

You came out of your office building, to see wonwoo, hopefully your soon to be boyfriend, waiting at his bike.

“Did you wait for too long?”

He smiles. “I’ll wait forever, if its for you”

Maybe you don’t have to wait anymore.

You take a deep breath and take his hands in yours.

“Listen, I had to talk to you about something”

His body language changes and he’s almost nervous. You fidget with his thumb, very embarrassed and shy.

“Whats wrong?” He asks getting concerned at how you couldn’t make eye contact with him.

“I gave us a thought”

He visibly freezes. Like he’s preparing himself for anything thats to come.

“I like you Wonwoo, I know I’ve been scared but Im ready to get through that”

There is a glowing smile on his face. “I’ll treat you so well, I promise” his hand pats your hair. It makes you feel safe and reassured.

“So girlfriend?” He asks putting your helmet on you and buckling up for you.

Him calling you girlfriend sets your chest on fire.

“Yes, boyfriend” you squeak out, not used to this.

“Let me take you to the moon, our first date”

“I’ll go anywhere with you” you say softly, getting on his bike.

→ Lee Jihoon

Jihoon was a schoolmate first, your co worker second, he recommended you at the company you work at now. You became close with him being the only person you knew. Soon, this closeness turned into romantic feelings. You couldn’t get him out of your head.

You asked him out, you straight up told him, you like him and what he thinks about it. It was the first time you had seen him speechless. He took a minute to collect himself before he said “sure” and you started dating. Although his demeanour may seem as if he doesn’t care but you know he likes you too. There has been multiple times jihoon has gone out of his way to help you blend into your work and otherwise.

“Our first dinner in the studio” he said and it made you smile. You like when he says ‘ours’

“You never let me eat in the studio, how cone today you called me here”

His face turns red before he answers. “I thought it’ll be rude to have your girlfriend eat out while I work in the studio”

It was your turn to turn red. You mutter “cute” under your breath.

The power suddenly shuts down and the whole room goes pitch black. Jihoon steps out to see if its just his studio.

“I think something wrong with the generator on this wing” he says sitting next to you on the couch while you gobble up the food you brought for the both of you.

You hear him sigh and carefully lay his hesd on your shoulder.

“Are you tired?”

He shakes his head cuddling closer, you never took him for a cuddler but its like a cat, if a cat CHOOSES you to cuddle, you shouldn’t move. Thats exactly what you did.

You turn on the light on your phone and set it on the coffee table next to your food.

“Torch light dinner”

You hear him chuckle at that while you offer him some food almost feeding him.

You hoped the light never came back and this stayed like this forever.

→ Seo Myungho

You ran an art workshop where you met Minghao for the first time. You didn’t know what he did and who he was until you saw your pictures plastered all over the internet one day.

He was the first to say he likes you. You liked him too, he brought perspective to your life and you loved that about him.

You and him were at a library having a relaxed date but the thing is you suggested going to a library when you didn’t even read.

You look over at hao, sitting by the window completely immersed in his book, he looked gorgeous. You pick out a comic to read from the shelf. You were a bad reader, even comics bored you after a while. But since Hao liked reading you thought you can enjoy it too. You sat next to him on the couch he was at.

You flipped through the pages and almost got bored instantly.

“Trouble reading?” You hear a whisper next to you.

You look up, not being able to manage this front you put on to impress him.

This was the second time he caught you looking bored.

“I’ll be honest, I’ve never been a reader”

“Everyone’s a reader, you just haven’t found the right book yet”

He’s so wise and calm, he brings stability to your chaos. He suggested a book you might like and he was right, you were immediately hooked to the premise and discovered that you like the thriller genre that doesn’t let you put your book down.

→ Kim Mingyu

“Are you sure you don’t want anything?”

You shake your head no. Kim Mingyu was a random guy you bumped into at a coffee shop you frequented at. You madecthe first move and dared to ask his number.

Turns out he was the sweetest guy you had spoken to in 4 years. He really reset your brain and suddenly you just wanted to do everything in your power to see where things go. You felt an instant connection you didn’t want to let go of and regret later. You decided you’d go for it.

Kim mingyu comes back to your car, you and him decide to watch a screening of cars 2 in a drive in theatre. You have never been to one and he was excited to show you.

As soon as he opens his package of food, the air is filled with the smell of burrito. It makes you hungry as soon as it hits your nose. But you already told him you didn’t want any, and asking for even a bite felt criminal.

But you were subconsciously staring at his food.

“You’re staring y:n” he calls you out.

You immediately snap out of it and look away, muttering a quick sorry under your breath.

You see him dig into his package and pull out another burrito wrap.

“This is for you” he hands you a wrap.

“No, Im really fine” you defend yourself again, but you were so so hungry.

“I know what ‘im fine’ means y/n, it means you’ll get hungry when you watch me eat” he says smiling like the big puppy he is.

You can’t help but give in, you take a wrap from him smiling sheepishly. He really was the best.

“You eat so well, it could make anyone hungry” you say cutely while he gobbled up his burrito in literally 2 bites. It was insane to watch this man eat.

He pats your head softly.

“HEY! Burrito hands!” You squeal while he laughs.

→ Lee Dokyeom

You and Dokyeom were cycling in the park. It was one of your first dates. You had met him at a coffee shop,ordering something you also liked so he offered to pay for yours too.

Here you were on another date with the goofball. The original plan was to bicycle around the park and get some lunch at a picnic spot.

But, as with dokyeom, he fell off his bike showing off some ‘cool’ moves to you. Although he made you laugh but the fall looked bad. You ended up getting him some ice from the store to press on his wrist.

“This is very normal”

“What do you mean?”

"I was a very… curious kid, i’d put my feet out on the road as a car would pass, just to see how it feels” you laugh out loud at that. “That’s hilarious”

“At least this is making you hold my hand” he says looking down at your hands pressing his with ice while your other hand hold his wrist in place.

This realisation makes your ears go red.

→ Boo Seungkwan

“I can’t believe it” seungkwan exclaims.

You met seungkwan as a trainee and you had become fast friends. But life happened and you decided not to be a trainee anymore. You ended up going for artist management and becoming a manager.

Life had plans of its own when they assigned you to seungkwan and your friendship rekindled. This time the friendship took a step further and you started to love spending time with him laughing with him.

One fine day in the car you blurted out that you liked him while driving him to a solo schedule. To your surprise he reciprocated these feelings. You were the happiest girl that day.

“What what happened?” You ask. You and seungkwan had come hiking to a mountain close to his place.

“My pants tore”

You laugh out loud. “What a memorable first date” you continue laughing while he scurries to cover himself with his bag and a towel he had brought in his little backpack.

“What a story, ‘kids, your dad hiked so hard, his pants tore on our first date’” you laugh thinking about the anecdote you have now you can use. Its a funny story.

“You want to have kids with me?” He asks stopping what he did and looks up at you

You freeze at what had just come out of your mouth. You did not mean it like that but now that you think about it definitely sounded like you wanted to have his babies.

“Um..”

“Thats cute” he says and a sense of relief washes over you as you try to come up with something else to catch the subject STAT.

→ Choi Vernon

Vernon wanted to watch this scary movie and you liked him so much you just wanted to be with him. But you forgot how scary scary movies can become.

Half way through the movie you were flinching and just uncomfortable in your seat, it really felt like someone was going to grab your feet from under the seat.

Seeing you this uncomfortable, vernon casually decided to put his arm around you and cover your eyes for you while you covered your ears with both your hands to protect yourself from jumpscares.

This position automatically made you lean into him a little and it made you feel a million types of a ways. He smelled good was the only consistent thought.

“Are you okay?” He asks leaning into your ears and whispering.

It sent a shiver down your spine. You nod without being able to push out any words. You liked being this close to him. ‘The things you do to me Choi Vernon’ you think to yourself.

You could watch a thousand horror movies if this is how you watch it.

→ Lee Chan

“Its burnt!” He exclaimed looking at the marshmellow you decided to toast for yourself.

“Thats the flavour!” You defend. You liked slightly burnt marshmallows.

You and chan are childhood friends that ended up falling for each other. Your way of showing love was through constant banter.

One such banter, Chan ended up confessing his feelings for you and you found it so cute.

You move away to get some crackers for the marshmallows. As you come back you hear a scream.

“Whats wrong whats wrong?” You panic and rush to him. You see Chan holding his fingers out and hissing in pain.

You immediately take his hand to inspect.

You see that it was a little red, he probably burnt himself. You see him think for a second. He is going to say something funny, you knew that look on his face, trying to cook up a joke.

“I burnt myself so you’ll like me” he said dramatically looking into your eyes.

The lamest joke ever made you laugh so hard, only because it was Chan who said it.

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[wade-a-minute]

Deadpool wearing/being depicted as wearing women's clothes

#i'll keep adding on to this #there are SO many instances #im on a mission to find every single example #mostly when it happens its meant as a joke to show how silly he is #i like that it seems that he never thinks too hard about this kind of thing he just genuinely thinks its fun to wear dresses/skirts/etc #as always - excuse the cropping job tumblr makes it hard for pictures to fit next to eachother neatly #best to click on each picture to see it fully #deadpool #wade wilson

[selfishdoll]

NOW PLAYING…. SWIM

So hard to ignore ya, keep your body open, swim

ARTIST! CHOSO x FEM!READER

sum. your poor roommate was stumped drawing the naked female body. pictures weren’t working and porn definitely didn’t help. so you did the next best thing, you modeled for him.

cw: reader is black (obviously), body image issues, modern au, choso & reader are 19-21, reader’s a little dumb, porn mention, ooc choso (this is my first time writing for him bare with me 🙏🏾), oral sex (f! receiving), overstimulation, soft dom choso, size difference, pet names, praise, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, roommates to lovers, slight possessiveness, pussy drunk choso(?), etc. unedited, please excuse grammar & spelling mistakes.

this was so rushed i’m sorry, but hope you enjoy it <3

The sweet sound of Erykah Badu surrounded the kitchen, soft murmurs of her lyrics traveling from your lips. Your eyes focused on the pan, sliding your spatula under the bacon strips with a soft hum— flipping them soon after. You were dressed in a simple random tshirt — probably your roommate’s — and shorts. So focused on your food, you became a little startled when heavy footsteps headed towards the kitchen, turning to spot Choso entering.

“Morning, Choso.” You spoke in a soft tone, glancing to see the man approaching the fridge, opening it and kneeling to inspect the shelves. He gave a soft morning back, clearly still tired. It was nine in the morning after all, and he typically spent his nights drawing or working. You knew nothing about being a artist, but it seemed stressful. You always felt bad watching his tall form drag into your shared home and to his room— or even the couch if he was tired enough.

“You want some breakfast.”

“No thanks.”

You pulled a sour face, placing the finished pieces of bacons onto a plate, reaching over for the carton of eggs. “You just woke up.. you should at least eat before drawing.” You were always so worried about him, from his sleeping habits to his eating ones; you were surprised the man was still walking on two legs. You stiffened as his large form brushed across you, reaching for a piece of bacon before turning to leave. You shook your head with a small smile, staring after him. “You know that’s not what I meant!”

After breakfast you had settled down on the couch, staring boredly at the random show you had selected. You turned into the soft halloween themed blanket, sighing softly to yourself as you stretched out upon the cushions. Your attention soon drifted away from the show, rather to the man you called your roommate. Breathing softly, you quickly realized something. You hadn’t seen the poor thing in hours.

Rising up from the couch, you slid your feet into your slides, walking towards the back of the house towards the bedrooms. You approached his door, knocking against it for a moment and softly calling his name. When you got no response, you grasped the door handle, turning it open and entering. Your eyes peered over the room; his bed unmade, black blankets and sheets disbelieved, random posters hanging on the walls, while his lanky form was hunched over his desk. You stepped fully inside, eyes widening a little. “Oh!”

His chair switched around, you now able to fully see the porn playing on his computer. To your relief, you hadn’t caught him doing anything scandalous. Instead, he looked quiet bored. You pursed your lips a bit, “Are you… watching porn?”

“Not pleasurably, no.” Choso muttered, clicking his computer to pause the video. He sighed a little, leaning back in his chair. You approached his side, glancing down at his desk to spot the many balled up papers and his opened sketchbook. The man watched as you lifted the book of his desk, you delicately flipping through the pages. Each one was littered with sketches of the female body, little notes accompanying a few. Others completely ruined by dark, harsh scribbles. You hummed a bit, leaning against his desk. “You’re trying to draw a naked woman?”

Choso nodded at your words, rubbing his hands up and down his pants. “I tried photos.. other sketches, and now— this.” He motioned towards the raunchy video on his screen, hands falling back to his lap in another soft sigh. “Nothing is working out.” He seemed a bit annoyed or rather depressed, a thought that saddened you just a tad. From the dates residing on the pages, it was clear he was working on this for a while. And while a few of the sketches looked good, you were sure they weren’t up to his professor’s standards. You placed the sketchbook back down with a little hum, thinking to yourself.

Until, possibly the greatest idea popped into your mind.

You placed your hands on your chest, turning to him with a sweet smile. “I could model for you! I’m sure that’s what you’re missing; something alive and in your face.” You watched as his eyes slowly widened, dipping across your form for a split second before rising back to your face. Choso sat unmoving, quiet as he took in your words. It begun to worry you when a minute had passed and he was still completely silent. You bit the inside of your cheek, hands falling to your sides. “Or… not?”

Choso seemed to finally breathe, blinking as his gaze turned away from you. “It’s uh.. You do realize you’ll be completely naked. In front of me. And I’ll be drawing you..” He spoke softly, slowly; assuring you heard every single word he uttered. He licked his lips hesitantly as you nodded with that same sweet smile. “It could take a while, [Name]. Plus I would be showing my professor this. Are you sure you’re comfortable with that?”

You nodded for about the umpteenth time, as if completely unfazed by this. “I don’t mind! You’ve seen me half-naked when I got drunk that one time and threw up all over myself.” You shrugged; smiling a little as you heard him snort softly muttering something like I remember that. Choso looked over his desk once more, looking over his options. Finally after a few moments he nodded, turning back to you. “Okay, sure. You need like.. ten minutes to get ready?”

Your eyes widened at his words, smile faltering for a moment as you brought your hands close. “Oh, oh! You want to draw me now?” The words came out in a soft waver, the situation finally settling into your mind. It seemed easy enough when you spoke about it, but now that it was about to happen? You weren’t so sure it was a smart idea.

Choso nodded at you, “Yeah. I’ve been working on this a while, I want to get it over with..” He spoke, staring down at the manilla colored pages for a moment before his dark eyes fluttered back to your face. “If that’s okay.”

“Of course! Yeah that’s fine. I’ll.. Ill just go get ready!” You forced a smile, turning on your heel and basically racing out of his bedroom into your own. Shutting the door behind you, you felt your heart drop to your ass. You really fucked up this time, you really just had to open your big mouth. Getting naked infront of your roommate? One that you’ve had a very, very small amount of feelings for? You wanted to shoot yourself just to get out of the situation. That would be much easier then saying you changed your mind and watching the poor artist delve back down his hole of stress and anxiety over his art.

You bit your lip, walking infront of your mirror; glancing yourself over. Your fingers curled under his your tshirt, yanking it off your body before moving onto your shorts and panties. Now completely naked you turned, grimacing a bit at prominent stretch marks etched upon your dark mocha skin. You wrapped your arms around your stomach, anxiety trickling down your spine.

What if he didn’t like what he sees? Probably would tell you nevermind, after seeing your body. Oh, you wanted to cry from that thought. Instead, however— you slapped your cheeks, the sting knocking you away from your insecurities. Everything was going to be fine. As nonchalant as Choso was, he wouldn’t comment on your body in a negative light. He simply wasn’t that type of person. So, with a different pep in your step; you approached your closet to grab your black silk robe, pulling it onto your body and securing it at your waist. You waltzed out of your bedroom with a false sense of confidence, approaching his open door and walking in.

Choso’s chair was now turned towards his bed which was now made, a silk blanket tossed across it. He was sitting waiting, sketchbook rested upon his lap as his leg bounced; eyes shifting to you the moment you entered. You gave a nervous smile, walking inside and taking a seat on the bed. “I’ve never modeled for anyone before, I hope I do alright.”

He smiled a bit at you, the tension of the room dissipating the moment he did. “You’re a smart girl, you’ll be fine.” Choso spoke, not noticing the way your eyebrows shot up at his words. Instead of speaking you simply nodded, hands coming to the knot infront of you. You delicately undid the robe, pulling it off your body and placing it off to the side. Once finished you brought your hands to your chest, legs pushed together as you glanced over at the man. Gauging his reaction— slightly disappointed it was unreadable.

“H-How should I pose?”

Choso breathed softly, straightening in his chair as his gaze switched over you. “Is it alright if I touch you?.. It’s easier then explaining.” He didn’t move until you nodded, standing up from his seat and walking towards you. He gently pushed on your shoulder, murmuring for you to lay across his bed. You obeyed, back hitting the soft silky blankets, dark colored braids fanning around your features. Your skin went warm as he gently grabbed your calf, bending your legs to lay your feet against the bed. The artist took a step back for a moment, looking you over once again before nodding to himself. “We can take a few breaks when you get cold or achy.”

“Okay..” You spoke in a sing-song tone, watching as he sat back down. His hands delicately grabbed his sketchbook and pencil, assuring he was at the middle of the manilla page before gliding the lead across it. You breathed softly, laying completely still as not to ruin the image— while also, trying to ignore his gaze. Which wasn’t an easy task. It was calculating, focused completely on your body and nothing more. Sketching you with his eyes and then his fingers, pressing the pencil into the paper. It was intense, and you felt as if you couldn’t breathe under it.

Moments of silence passed, his scribbling, soft swears, and brief erasing the only sound. You soon began to relax under his gaze, feeling your anxiety seep away from your body. With how comfortable the blankets were, you could almost fall asleep. Almost.

His soft swears and scribbles kept interrupting you, and eyes blinking open to spot the small frustrated look over taking his features. You frowned a little, tapping your finger against your collarbone and adjusting your hips. “Is something wrong?” You called softly, watching his eyes snap from the page and over to you.

“No its.. it’s fine.”

You pursed your lips, sitting up for a moment and reaching for your robe. “We can take a small break if you’re not.” You grabbed it, pulling it over your body lazily. You stood up from his bed, walking over to stand beside him. On the page were a few sketches of you, some started while others were scribbled out. You hummed a bit, “These look nice.. why didn’t you finish them?”

“It’s..” Choso sighed softly, rising the sketchbook up higher. He seemed to search for the words for a moment, finally looking at you. “I can’t focus.”

“Focus?” You questioned, squinting at the pages with a confused expression. You glanced back at him, giving a nervous smile. “You seem to be focusing just fine, you just have t..” Your words drifted off as the male set his sketchbook off to the side, standing up from his chair. You glanced up at him, sucking in a breath when you noticed how intense his gaze was. Before you couldn’t distinguish it at all, but now? Oh, you knew that emotion all to well— that desire swirling in his eyes. Your breath hitched as he came close, hand reaching towards your own and gently grabbing it. Your grip loosened, the silky black robe falling to the ground before you, revealing your body to him once again. He breathed the moment he laid eyes on your form, hands hovering as if scared to touch you.

“Can’t believe you allowed me to see you like this..” Choso murmured more to himself then you, lips dropping as if in awe— as if he was truly seeing you for the first time. His eyes couldn’t remain on one point, dancing across your form and soaking you in. You felt so hot under your skin, despite the fact he hadn’t laid a finger on you.

“Choso.. Please touch me.” You finally spoke, voice coming out in a small whine. His eyes snapped back to your face, gauging the way your pretty lips formed a pout. That was enough for him, enclosing his arm around you and tugging you into his body, planting his lips against you. The kiss was slowly and calculated, a hand of his rising to gently grab the back of your head; tilting it so he could kiss you how he wished. His tongue prodded your plump lips, slithering into your mouth as he pushed forward. The moment the back of your knees hit the bed he was laying you on it, large form hovering above you; a hand pressed beside your head.

Your hands slid up his covered arms, gripping his shirt as he somehow deepened the kiss, taking your mouth as his own; tongue curling around and sucking your own appendage. Moments continued of the sweet lip locking, pulling away when air was needed. Soft pants entered the room, Choso leaning on his hunches, hands carrying down your body to your thighs, bending your legs and spreading them. You breathed as his eyes traced your form, heat emitting from them.

“I wasted your time, [Name]..”

“Hm?” You blinked in confusion, hands falling from his arms and to the bed, tilting your head up at him. Choso glanced at your face for a moment before he came to lean over you again, sucking kisses into your neck.

“I’m never letting anyone else see you like this. Never. Doesn’t matter if I drew it or not.” The words flew from his mouth in a deep tone, tracing his canines across your skin. His kisses lowered down your body to the valley between your breasts, lowering to your stomach, and finally.. where you needed him most. His strong hands grabbed the underside of your thighs, spreading your legs open for him. Choso breathed heavily at the sight of you, leaning down to kiss your mound. The action caused you to twitch, glancing down at his fluffy buns between your legs.

A soft oh, escaped you the moment his tongue separated your folds, lazily carrying across. The action alone causes your hands to travel to his hair, fingers curling and gripping the moment his lips wrapped around your clit. He was so gentle; carefully sucking, tongue gliding across the sensitive bud as his hands gripped your legs. Choso pressed his face against your wetting sex even more, lapping you up— slowly getting drunk from your taste. The man couldn’t believe you offered to model naked for him, completely bare; across his blankets. And he definitely couldn’t believe his head was between your legs, eating you up as if you were his last meal.

The pleasure trickled across your body, eyes pinched closed as you struggled against closing your legs around his head. The feeling was far too foreign, far too much— you couldn’t think about anything but his tongue and his lips, pulling soft moans out of your body. Your hips rose into his face, smothering him with your pussy; a groan of his vibrating your body. The man pulled back for a moment, gaining his breath back before he was diving back in; tongue circling your clit, making you a mess. Your fingers began to ache from hard you were clenching him, gasping as you felt him rest your legs on his shoulders, hands now falling to your ass to grip you. Pulling you even closer.

His name fell from your lips in a sweet tone, back arched as your eyes were pinched closed from the pleasure. It didn’t take long for your end to build closer and closer, moving your hips along to expert movements of his tongue. The moment the appendage pushed inside you, however, you were lost; crying out as your came all over his face.

Choso gripped you tighter, lapping up your mess, ignoring the soft whines you exhibited from the sensitivity. He finally released you once he was done, pulling back and breathing as he leaned his against your thigh, eyes looking up at you. From the way you were panting; pretty lips parted with a glossy film in your eyes, he had half a mind to go right back between your legs.

Instead he rose over your form, hand grasping your hip as your legs hung loosely on his waist. He smiled at you, leaning down to kiss your chin. “So beautiful…I’ve always thought so. The moment we became roommates.” His words were kind, soft, a distraction to the hand carrying down your body until his two fingers curled inside you, pushing all the way down to his knuckles. He followed as you jumped from the pleasure, watching your hand wrap around his wrist. “Now I get to make you feel good.. get to see you all beautiful under me.” Choso murmured, leaning to kiss you once again. His fingers started a slow pace inside you, pushing against your velvety walls, stretching you open from the thickness of them.

Your legs shook, moaning into his mouth before breaking the kiss to gasp the moment you felt his thumb circle your swollen bud. “Choso..” You spoke sweetly, eyebrows pinched close nails digging into his skin as his thrust grew faster. As amazing as it felt to you; his strong, long appendages pushing you open— you needed more. Your eyes opened, leaning up to brush your lips across his own. “Need you..” You spoke against them, other hand coming to wrap around his neck. To your dismay, the man shook his head at you, continued to scissor his fingers inside you.

“Choso—“

“I’m not going to rush.. I don’t want to hurt you.” Choso spoke against your lips, curling his fingers up to brush across that spongy spot inside you. He smiled at the muffled whine that escaped you, sliding a third finger inside. “Be good.. just wait.” He promised, pressing his finger harsher against your clit, soft rubs turning into fast tight circles. The artist continued this treatment for a while, you feeling another orgasm approaching. Despite how close you were, the careful thrusts of his fingers stopped, pulling them out of you.

Despite missing the warmth, you watched in excitement as the man began to push down his sweats and boxers, breathing softly as his cock came into view. A lighter color than the rest of his body, heavy and long, reaching just below his navel. The tip was flushed a soft red, thick— sure to stretch got completely. The thought alone caused our legs to shake, warm flushed hot in anticipation.

Choso came close, crown of his length gliding across your wet heat; coating himself in your essence. The movement alone had the two of you hissing, his hands tight on your hips as he slowly rocked his own. Once he felt he was lubricated enough, he was using a hand to line up with your entrance, slowly pushing in. The man swallowed as he felt your walls clamp around him, hunching over your body as he breathed. His eyes looked you over, leaning down to gently kiss the pained expression away.

“Takin’ me so well, princess.. I’m almost there.” Choso whispered into your skin, slowly pushing the rest of himself into you— bottoming out. He shuddered as he felt you pulse and throb around him, attempting to keep his hips still, struggling entirely. He closed his eyes, placing his face into your neck, smiling when he felt your hands grip his shirt. Gentle kisses traced your skin, a hand massaging your hip to coax you into relaxing. Moments passed before he was sure you were fine, pulling his hips backs slowly and experimentally. When he pushed in, and you only moaned in pleasure rather than pain; he knew he was fine.

Rising away from your neck, the man pulled his hips back again only pushing back in with more much force then before. He watched in awe at the way your lips fell open, honeyed moans escaping you as he rocked into you. The man wasn’t lying when he said he found you beautiful the moment you became his roommate. He hated himself, actually. Knowing any glance at you and his cock was twitching, imagining what it would be like to be with you.. to touch you, to feel every single part of you. Choso truly hated himself for thinking of his roommate in such a way.

But, he was grateful you returned the sentiment.

The moment he was placing his weight behind his thrusts your soft mind turned into sharp cries, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as you held onto him for stability. You were losing yourself, succumbing to the pleasure he was giving you, opening your body to him and only him. “Ch..choso, fuck!” You keened out, legs shaking around his form. You gasped as he came closer, pushing deeper inside to fuck right against your g-spot. Your hand lowered to his stomach, the man catching your wrist to turn it— locking your fingers.

“I know, I know.” The man cooed, soft swears escaping him each time he plunged in and out of your wet entrance. He pressed your hand against the bed, watching the way you attempted to hide your face— causing a disgruntled sound to escape him. Choso released your hand, grabbing your throat gently to turn you to face him. He grinned down at your wide eyes, “Keep your eyes right here, focus on me [Name].” The artist’s words came out soft, a complete contrast to the way he was bullying your insides. Even so, you obeyed; staring up at him even as your eyes grew blurry from the pleasure filled tears that collected in your vision.

You felt a familiar pressure in your stomach, legs wrapping around his waist tightly as your moans became shaky. In the midst of your babbles of his name and swears, you informed him you were close, causing the man to chuckle softly. “Hold it.”

“Choso..” His name came out in a whiney drag, tears trailing down your cheeks to which he kissed away. Again, a completely sweet contrast to the way he was fucking you.

“I—I can’t.”

“You can.” Choso confirmed softly, angling his hips so he brushed against your swollen nub with each thrust. “I know you can.. be good and wait for me, beautiful.” He breathed, slamming into your before his words could even escape. Though you whined again, you quickly listened, holding back your orgasm— which much trouble given the way he didn’t let up with his thrusts.

Moments of torture passed, your mind lost to the pleasure but still holding on just a bit. Choso was close now, thrusts desperate and uncoordinated as his groans turned guttural, face falling into your neck. Just when you thought you would burst he rasped into your ear, “Make me a mess, princess.”

You listened instantly, creaming all over his length, walls clenching tightly around him. Choso stuttered, plunging himself deeply before releasing inside you, filling you to the brim; shaking as you milked him. Your mixed pants entered the room, his hips stilling as he simply laid on top of you. Your arms wrapped around him, breathing him in with an exhausted smile.

“Are you really not gonna use my model?”

You whined a bit as he rolled his hips, grasping your leg and hitching it close to him. Choso pulled back to glance at you, thumb caressing the stretch marks on your skin.

“You’re all mine. No one else is allowed to see.”

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CAMGIRL PRINCESS

Summary: Y/N has been friends with best friend for years now. Trying to have extra money aside while being away from college she finds a camgirl job. She'd never guess her best friends dad would be her number one fan.

Pairing: camgirl!reader x bestfriendsdad! negan smith (3rd POV)

Warnings: 18+!, smut!, recording sexual activity!, mentions of posting sexual activities!, posting nudity!, oral sex (f rec), rough sex!, male masturbation!, daddy issues!, slight family issues mentioned!, daddy kink!, reader has a tattoo!, OnlyFans! account!, porn mentioned!, fingering!, mentions of different kinks!, mentions of partying!, Negan is a professor!, talks of other people having sex!, drinking!- reader my be tipsy during sex it is really not mentioned!, mentions of drinking!, choking!, cursing!, age gap! (reader age is not mentioned!, Negan is in his late 40s)!, mentions of spanking!, mentions of bruising! , Negan calls reader pet names but also slut- a few times!, and not fully edited.

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Negan groaned to himself, having the phone underneath his desk at work; his shift was five minutes past over. He couldn’t bring himself to get up yet. This feed, this damn OnlyFans, he shouldn’t listen to his best friend Simon to get. Recently going through a dry phase, he had been trying to find ways to get off.

Negan had not had sex in a year, perhaps a little bit longer. He did not know why; he was not interested in anyone. He tried the dating thing, even the fling thing, but nothing worked out for the older bachelor. A few months ago, while bar hopping with Simon after teaching a class at the local college, his friend showed him the OnlyFans app.

Through the few months, Negan found a few pages he liked, but this one page, this angel princess, whoever the fuck she was, had him wrapped around her finger. Her face was always hidden in the pictures, maybe some of her plump lips and her hair, but not once had he got to see this woman’s face. He felt stupid being this attracted to a woman over an app, even without seeing her face. Her body was just perfect; each part of her he saw knew could not get more perfect. What he noticed is the tattoo high up on her thigh, that fuckin flower on her curvy thighs.

He wanted to squeeze, leave bruises on, and mark her. God, this was fucked up; she could be a fake person for all he knew. But when the videos hit his pag of her, he knew she had to be real somewhere out there.

Negan’s finger was hesitant, clicking over the link, opening his private web, and taking him to the app. It only took a moment to load before a video of this woman’s covered breast was on the camera. Her hair is right above her perky tits so perfectly. The black laced bra had them pushed together; Negan palmed the front of his jeans, feeling uncomfortable each moment. Her voice was low; she was talking had not done much talking before.

She seemed to be shy, Negan loved that.

Negan raised his volume, listening to the woman's voice. Her body was in full view, and her plump lips were seen before the rest of her face was cut off. The older man's ear perked up; that voice was sounding more familiar. His face furrowed, fubbing his sweaty palms on his jeans and bringing the phone closer to him.

“A lot of you been wondering what I look like,” Her voice sounded so sweet; Negan watched her smile as her fingers ran through her hair, “I thought I could give my special fans what they wanted.” Negan knew this video was for the premium users; his stomach twisted, and he was excited. He actually should hate himself right now.

The woman's fingers traced down to her bra straps, stretching them out down her body. Her head was thrown back a little, revealing some of her necks, throwing her head back for her face to be seen.

Negans face dropped along with his stomach, but eyes widened eyes never left the screen. His daughters best friend of all people was on that screen, almost having her bra off and a clear view of her beautiful face.

Negan cursed at himself under his breath, wanting to close out of the app, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He wanted more. Her voice was as clear as now, too; how had he not recognized it before?

His jeans were tightened, and his member was still rock hard. Negan should not feel this way, especially knowing who this woman was. This was his daughter's best friend; she would spend nights with them. He knew he had always found Y/N attractive, but now he did not know how he would resist her, especially when around her.

Negan sat in his office, staring at the empty classroom through the open door. The silence was only broken by the clock ticking on the wall. He had just finished teaching his final class of the day. He could go home, but his eyes were still fixated on the screen. The temptation kept growing; her bra slowly slid her perky tits out for the camera. Y/N gently squeezed them, pushing them up more, continuing to trace her hands along down.

Within a few seconds, Negan had his hardened cock picked through his underwear and jeans. With a few strokes, he gave his cock already had pre cum dripping from the top of his dick that was red. His dick was pulsating with each stroke he gave. His eyes would shift to close sometimes, imaging Y/N; he knew it was wrong. This whole situation is fucked up.

He was digging himself deeper by the minute.

Negan was giving himself a handjob in his office chair, watching Y/N slowly undress herself. The underwear she had on slowly slid down her legs, revealing her plump ass, which Negan wanted to slap. Have her bent over his knee; she would deserve it, too. Negans pace was going faster, and feeling himself spew out as he came, he hoped he did not stain his jeans, feeling himself be released for just a moment.

His hands could only do so much.

Negan felt like a helpless horny teenager, he should just say fuck it and fuck her, but he knew he could not just do that. Negan groaned to himself, looking down at his sticky-covered cum self.

Negan soon felt an itch crawl back, and his eyes moved to the screen, Y/N’s body in full view. This woman was a gem; each part of her was perfect.

And just like that, Negan was hard again.

“Dad! You're home!” Emma exclaimed, giving her dad a quick hug. “Yeah, sweetheart, sorry I'm running late.” Negan played it off with a warm smile, heading to his kitchen, “Had a few late tests to grade.” His daughter was home for the summer from college; such a bright daughter he had.

“S’kay, dad.” Emma smiled warmly at her dad, “Look, Y/N is coming over soon. Is that okay?” Emma asked; she knew her dad loved all her friends, especially Y/N. Emma knew he should not say no, especially the smile she gave him. Negan almost choked up hearing her name, clearing his throat with one of his famous smirks.

“Sure, that's okay, sweetheart.” Negan lied straight through that smile, chuckled nervously, trying to hide it all with his smile, “Just order us a pizza tonight for dinner, yeah?” His daughter quickly agreed, heading back upstairs to call the local pizza place for delivery. Negan groaned out once his daughter went upstairs, heading over to the fridge for a beer, quickly popping the top open. He got a few gulps in before heading to the doorbell.

Negan knew exactly who it was and had no idea how to keep his composure. Keeping the beer bottle attached to his lips, he prayed his daughter would answer the door. When that thought crossed his mind, “Dad, get the door!” His daughter's words were like knives in the ears.

His grip could have broken the beer bottle off tighter once heading to the front door to answer like the gentleman he was. Negan cleared his throat, breathing in, gathering his smile together. “Hi’ ya sweetheart, you doing okay?” Negan answered the door to reveal Y/N; once he saw her, a lump formed in his throat. Her top had her chest in full view; Negan could not stop imagining that black lace bra with her perky tits.

A skirt complimented the shirt that rested on her upper thigh, which gave him access to her legs to gaze upon. Negans eyes wandered over her for a moment, giving her a smirk. “I'm okay, Mr. Smith.” Y/N seemed so innocent when saying those words; Negan could have come from those words, however. Negan rolled his eyes playfully at the woman, inviting her inside. “Y’know to call me Negan now, doll.” Negan assured her, closing the door and welcoming her into his home, “Emma is upstairs; by the way, we should have pizza on the way.”

Y/N had an overnight bag, it seemed, with her, holding tight against her. She'd been friends with Emma for a few years, meeting her in college. Y/N got into an OnlyFans account just for a few bucks on the side while she was in college. She did not realize how much money it could bring her. It ended up getting her a lot of money to quit her job at the coffee shop to do things online.

Sure, she wasn't ashamed of it. She did not care one bit. It gave Y/N a certain confidence.

Y/N was never really close with her parents, especially her father. Once she had a chance to run from home, she took it, especially with a whole ride to college, which meant that when holidays came up, she went home with Emma sometimes.

That's how she met Emma’s bachelor of a dad, Negan Smith. Every woman wanted him, but he seemed uninterested. Y/N always found him attractive. She shouldn't; she may even feel guilty at times. However, how could no one find this man attractive?

“Well, Negan..” Y/N tried to fight back a flirtatious smile, already feeling shivers down her spine from his stare, “Thank you. I'll just-uh- head upstairs.” She knew she stuttered; she hoped Negan would not notice. Y/N trailed upstairs to Emma's room, who was already gossiping about the boys in class.

“Thank Gosh, you’re here; I have so much to tell you!!” Emma trailed off about Josh and Garrett she hooked up with last week, how one dick was more significant than the other. Emma also compared each orgasm she got from them to how many Josh gave her. She almost had a heart attack at the number four times in a row. Y/N choked on the wine drink she had once, Emma told her, sitting on her bed watching Sex and the City together. Y/N knew a guy never gave her that number; barely any man gave her any orgasm at all.

Y/N finished her wine glass and let out a laugh, sitting back with her friend. “I swear Josh, can fuck so much better.” Emma breathed out, the women already on their fourth wine glass.

They talked for a few hours, watching their show and eating pizza. It had been a quiet evening; Y/N knew she was feeling the wine already. Emma soon was dead asleep beside her in the bed, with a wine glass still full on the table beside them. Y/N noticed her empty glass, taking her sleeping friend's drink, making it her own, and heading to the bathroom to change into her PJs. She scrolled through her phone, through her OnlyFans messages and gifts.

Putting on a slick pair of boxer shorts and an 80s rock band t-shirt to match the shorts, Y/N still had her wine glass in her hand, heading downstairs to clean up their dishes. Emma was usually always the first to sleep; wine was like cough syrup to her and made her sleep like a baby. Y/N knew wine may been a wrong choice, but maybe she could have some alone time with Negan.

She knew she shouldn’t want that. Y/N knew she secretly wanted him to find her profile, but why would Negan have an OnlyFans anyway?

Y/N trailed down the stairs, seeing Negan still awake, watching TV in the living room. His legs spread open, and a beer rested on his thigh. God, she knew she could hop on his lap right now and ride him like there’s no tomorrow. She was a horrible person thinking this way, especially about her best friend's dad. She tried not to stare long at Negan heading to the kitchen, putting the dishes in the dishwasher.

“Sweetheart, let me help you.” Y/N jumped at the sound of Negan’s voice. She gasped, standing up from bending down. She tried to stand straight with a warm smile. The older male was quick by her side, inches from her, where his skin could brush against hers—taking the dishes from her, helping her load them up. Negan glanced over her half-full glass of wine; she still seemed to be drinking.

“Emma’s already out, huh?” Negan snickered, shaking his head, “She always gets put to sleep drinking; guess got lucky with that.” Y/N laughed with Negan, sipping her glass and handing him the last dish to put into the washer. “Yeah, she’s been out for a bit,” Y/N answered. She felt like the room was spinning, not from the wine but from Negan. He was making her weak to her knees, just standing in front of her.

It should be a crime to look so good as he did, though. Negan had his comfy clothes ready for bed, plaid pj pants with his tee shirt, and toned arms up for plain view. Y/N was in love with his tattoos, too, how she wanted to run her hands up all over them. She knew she’d been eyeing him for a bit. She probably looked like she was eating him alive.

Y/N cleared her throat, shifting her eyes quickly away from gazing over him. Negan's lips pierced, and trying to hide his smirk, he noticed her wandering eyes. Y/N wine glass was quick in her hand, moving away from Negan’s presence. “I-Thank you, Negan,” Y/N stuttered. She knew she was flushed. She would blame it on the wine, though, “I’ll head back upstairs .” It felt so awkward; the tension felt so high.

Y/N tried to get herself to move upstairs, but she was glued to the floor. Her eyes did not move from Negan’s, whose lips curled up into a smirk. He leaned against the kitchen counter behind him, crossing his arms; Y/N felt like she was starting to sweat. Once she finally got her feet to move, Negan’s words again stopped her.

“So, uh, have you found anything else since the coffee shop?” Negan questioned, trying to see what she would say or even come up with. Y/N’s face widened at his question. She knew she had to come up with a lie. How the hell would she tell this man she had an OnlyFans account? “Uh yeah, I have been doing little things here and there, online stuff, nothing too big.” Y/N laughed nervously, giving him a quick smile, shifting in place. Her stomach was twisted with nerves; the urge to jump on Negan right now was getting more complicated.

Especially the way he was looking at her, the way his tongue went over his lips slowly. God, his mouth looked terrific. God, Y/N knew she was down for it. And the wine was certainly not helping the situation either. “Online stuff, huh?” Negan didn’t seem like he was asking or even talking directly to her. He seemed to be saying it to himself, laughing out loud momentarily. Y/N was confused for a moment; her eyes soon widened.

Negan knew… he must have knew.

Y/N's breathing increased, watching Negan walk over to her. Y/N tried not to show any emotions, but she knew her face was widened. She knew her hands had to be shaking. Her body was shifting back and forth. Her nerves were making her even feel nauseous, with the butterflies growing in her stomach.

“I know you have an OnlyFans, Y/N.” His words could have made her faint; she knew her face was white as a ghost. She couldn’t form words; her throat tightened. “I know I’m a huge dick, too, for still wanting to look once I figured out it was you.” Y/N cleared her throat. Her eyes scanned his eyes for a moment. “You paid for the membership to see?” Y/N quietly wondered, her nails digging into her skin.

“Had to see that one where you show your pretty face for the first time today.” Negan watched her blush quickly for the compliment, her eyes shifting down. He was now inches from her, standing in the kitchen entrance. His fingers wrapped around her chin, having her look up at him. “You? Negan Smith? You should post, too.” Y/N told him, which made him laugh, still having her chin in his grip.

Negan’s lips grew closer to hers; her breath slowly rose, her eyes falling to his lips, falling into his touch once his lips met hers for only a moment. Their lips moved in sync before he gently pulled away, taking in the moment.

“Follow me if ya’ want to, sweetheart.” Negan purred, patting her cheek gently and giving a smug smile, walking past her upstairs. Y/N was like a lost puppy following behind him, trailing up the stairs. Emma’s door was closed; she knew wine would knock her out all night.

Nothing would wake her up.

Nerves still kicked in, though, and butterflies formed in her stomach. Was she about to enter Negan’s bedroom with Emma across the hall?

Hell yeah she was.

Y/N watched Negan hold open his door for her, letting her walk in first, quietly shutting the door behind them. “Let me show you something, doll.” Negan went to his closet, digging into a box on the shelves.

His room was very plain but relatively clean. His bed was made with just blue sheets and two pillows. There was hardly any decor out, just a few family pictures. Negan turned around and pulled out an old camcorder, handing it to her to examine. “What’s this for?” Y/N asked, her lips curled up into a smirk, getting the camera to turn on. “You like to record yourself, correct sweetheart?” Negan raised a question, taking back the camera from her and making sure a new tape was in. The younger woman’s face furrowed with confusion, but nodding to answer his question.

Negan's request took Y/N off guard. She felt her face flush with heat, and her mind went blank. She wanted to say something, anything to break the tension in the air, but Negan's piercing gaze held her still. "Would you let me record you, Y/N?" he asked, his voice low and serious. Y/N knew she trusted Negan. He had always been fair and respectful towards her. She looked up at him, and his eyes held a hint of darkness she hadn't seen before. Despite that, she still felt safe with him.

“Do you trust me, doll?”

“Yes, I do.” Y/N did not hesitate with her answer. She saw the light on the recorder blink red. She knew she was being recorded now; Y/N always felt confident through the camera now that Negan was watching her.

As she stayed in her place, she noticed his gaze fixed on her. It was unlike any other time, for he seemed to observe her features. She scanned down her body to her bare legs, keeping the camera on her. “Don't go camera shy on me now, sweetheart.” Negan teased, his eyes eating her up, “Strip for me.” She gulped; she felt so nervous. Negan noticed her actions. He wanted her to be confident. She deserved to be; there was nothing wrong with this woman before him.

Her curves was perfect.

Her tits was perfect.

Her ass was perfect.

Everything about her was perfect.

“Let me tell you something, sweetheart,” Negan turned the camera off, his face softened, “How confident you are in those videos you make is how you needs to be now. There's nothing wrong with you, Y/N.” Her face reddened with a playful eyeroll. Negan started to record again, drawing out a long breath. “You're just making me nervous; I've never done anything like this before.” Y/N’s voice seemed shaky, letting out a laugh, keeping a smile on her face. Her hands rested on the top of her tee, her eyes meeting Negan.

"Let me see those perfect perky tits, baby." Negan's words sent chills down her spine. Y/N bit her lip, slowly pulling the top over her head. She let the shirt hit the floor beside her; Negan loved the sight before him. He was finally getting to see her body in a natural person. Negan knew they had to be quiet; the guilt he once had was slowly turning more into lust. "You want the shorts gone too?" Y/N asked, her head tilted in curiosity. She was sure she knew the answer to what Negan wanted; all he did was nod and gesture for her to remove them.

Y/N stepped slowly out of her boxer shorts, revealing no underwear underneath them. Negan groaned, and the grip he had around the camera tightened. He used his free hand to rub the scruff growing on his face; she looked amazing. Y/N still felt a little uncomfortable now being full-ass naked in front of Negan, who was recording her, and he was fully clothed, though. Negan laid the camera on the dresser, still facing them, his feet dragging the ground, growing closer to her. Negan was now in the camera view, cupping her cheeks and bringing her into a deepened kiss.

"Can I record us, doll? Are you still comfortable?" Negan wanted to be reassured. She knew she had a few drinks tonight as well. He always found Y/N attractive, wanted her, and craved her. From the tension building up over the couple of years of knowing each other, it seemed she wanted him. "I do, Negan-just-." She stuttered for a moment; her cheeks were stained red. His forehead rested against hers, his eyes closed soon, waiting for her to answer. "Tell me, baby, what do you want?" He asked, groaning and pushing up against her. Y/N had him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him into a kiss, and both stumbling over to the bed behind them. His hands were all over her.

"A dirty lil' slut ain't ya, doll." Negan chuckled; it was deep and dark, maybe almost sinister. Y/N smirked into his kiss, pulling his tee off. Her hands started down his pants and up his chest, not missing any part of him. She wanted to feel everything, run her hands all over him and through his curls. She whimpered, feeling his hands trail up her bare thigh, her legs staying wide open, wanting to feel his touch. "I'll be anything you want me to be, Negan." Y/N entirely gave in to him; Negan loved her submissiveness.

"Really?" Negan drawled out, his hands cupping her throat. His free hand cupped her pussy, that almost made her choke up. "You'll be daddy's little slut?" Y/N cried out; Negan calling himself made her even wetter than she was. She barely could talk; she felt so helpless, but she always stayed confident in her videos. This man was making her a hot puddle of a mess.

"Yes, Daddy, please just touch me." She begged; Negan shushed her, his fingers resting on her lip that was just cupping her pussy. "Be quiet, doll." Negan commanded gently, his finger drug down her lips, "Do you feel how wet you are on your lips?" Y/N scoffed slightly; he was not wrong, however, feeling his wet fingers cup her face again to bring her into a rough kiss.

Negan's fingers teased her bare clit; she had her hands going down to his pants to pull them down along with his underwear. His cock was hard; Y/N looked down, even seeing the tip slightly red, already leaking pre-cum. His lips kept attached to her soft lips; he could taste her wine mixed with her lip gloss. “I want to taste you," He moaned softly against her lips, "I'm craving the taste of you so much right now, baby." His thumb rubbed against her lip softly, pulling it down, keeping his eyes deep into her eyes. Y/N couldn't help but moan out just at the words of what he wanted to do with her.

"Please..." She started to beg the man, "Please, Daddy, I want you too." Negan loved when she would beg even more when she called him daddy. His touch from his hands made her squirm. Negan kneeled in front of her, her legs wrapped around his neck. She wanted to push him closer to her with her legs, but his hands around her thighs kept her from moving. He slowly placed light kisses from her left knee up to her clit.

Her head rested on the pillow behind her; her eyes moved to the camera still blocking red across the room. Her eyes rolled back into her head, almost seeing stars. Y/N's hands ran through his hair as his tongue slightly licked her folds. Her moans were choking out, covering her mouth. “We don't wanna get caught, doll.” Negan chuckled, licking straight up, making her gasp, “Be quiet, or I'll stop,”

She felt his nails digging into her thighs, but she did not care. Y/N knew he was trying to keep her still, but she could not help but squirm underneath his tongue.

“Please, don't.”

"You taste so good, Y/N." He complimented her, feasting on her more. He was more aggressive this time, keeping the tip of his tongue flicking on her clit. She dug at his hair, "Please don't stop." Y/N moaned quietly in pleasure. Y/N covered her mouth, moaning against her hand. She knew she was already close to Negan's tongue.

“Oh, sweetheart, you're a mess.” He shook his head, playing with her clit, placing more kisses on her thighs, “I’m enjoying this just as much as you.” Y/N groaned out, feeling his lips suck on her clit, his tongue still against her clit. She could feel that pit in her stomach grows; every time he made her cum, it just got better and better.

“I’m so close, Daddy, please- Daddy.” She could barely get words out, and her fingers loosened in his hairlocks. That pit in her stomach burst. Y/N shook beneath Negan’s mouth, feeling herself cum. He licked her all up, making sure he tasted every bit of her; Negan knew he could do this all night to her. He rose to place his lips on hers; she could taste herself against him.

“Why did you wanna record, huh?” Y/N giggled, her arms around his neck. Negan chuckled, running his hands through his hair, sweat forming on his head. “You gonna post this on some porn site?” Negan almost could have cried in laughter, shaking his head at her comment and giving her neck small kisses.

“This is for me, doll. And only me.” Negan seemed firm, maybe even a little tent of jealousy in his voice. “You're mine.” Y/N's lips pierced; she tried to fight back a smile. She loved hearing. His sweet lips moved against hers. “Let me help you out,” She cupped his hardened member, and Negan groaned when she slightly squeezed it. “Next time, sweetheart, I want you now.” He growled as she pulled his boxers down. Negan placed kisses on her breasts.

His uncovered member teased the tip of her clit right above where she wanted him most, his hand wrapped around he’d throat, going into her.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight.”

She moaned, feeling her walls stretch, her nails digging into his back. Negan thrust into her, keeping his pace slower; she kept her moans soft in his ear. She could hear by his breathing he was enjoying her, enjoying this. He lifted her legs more as his dick reached more inside of her, both moaning out.

“I wanna be able to record your loud moans, doll,” Negan admitted, her nails dug deep into his back, his free hand covering her mouth from the moans. “I know some of your little cute whimpers have been picked up, though you can't keep quiet.” Y/N shook her head; his thrust picked up. She knew her nails would leave marks.

“Are you gonna come around, daddy cock?” Negan asked her, his hand slowly moving from her mouth. She bit her lip, keeping her whimpers soft. “Yes, Daddy,” Y/N muttered; her eyes rolled closed, and her forehead laid against his.

“Aw, is it too much for you to handle baby girl? Can’t take daddy’s dick?” He teased Y/N as he thrust deeper into her. “You goin’ cock dumb on me?”

Y/N shallowly moaned and whimpered out.“Fuck-No, I can handle it, daddy. Fuck- you-uh-make me feel so fucking good!” Y/N knew she was getting close. No one had ever made her feel this way. She barely could speak; she bet she did sound dumb. Negan could feel her clenching around his cock, knowing she was close.

“Go on, baby, cum all over daddy’s dick,” Negan commanded, feeling her let her body go; Y/N had her second orgasm washing over her body, seeing more stars behind her eyes. She felt her body go limp, shaking as she rode out her high.

Negan groaned as he came to a climax as well; she felt the hot cum coating her walls. Both were out of breath, their sweaty bodies stuck together shortly. “You okay, doll?” Negan fingers ran through her hair, slowly pulling out of her. He fell to the empty spot beside her, and Y/N breathed out a laugh.

“Im ‘kay, I just uh- probably need to return to Emma's room.” Y/N hoped they were not too loud, too into the moment. Negan had himself covered up with the bed sheets, still naked underneath. He laid back, his hands resting on his head, giving her a lazy smirk.

“Wish you could stay here, doll, but I know you're right.”

Y/N only stayed for more minutes in Negan's room to clean herself up; she knew she could blame her flushed face on the wine if Emma were somehow awake. They had not heard anything, but that could be good or bad. Negan and her agreed to keep this all a secret; even Negan wanted to do it repeatedly.

Y/N's hands were shaky opening Emma's door back up, seeing her still asleep in bed. Her mouth was slightly open as the TV was still quiet playing in the room. She breathed out a little sigh of relief, taking her steps quietly to lay back down her friend like she just did not fuck her dad in the room over.

With a camcorder on... fuck was she was a bad friend?

Y/N had a guilty conscience, but the fact she was she liked Negan.

Man, she was fucked.

The following day, Y/N's head was quite heavy. Her eyes adjusted to the lit room, and she groaned out, rising out of the bed and looking beside her, seeing Emma was not there anymore. She reached for her phone, going through several social media apps to wake her up. She heard noises from Emma's bathroom, and soon the shower turned on, clearing the mystery of where her friend was.

Y/N's mind, though, trailed off back to last night's events with Negan; she still felt like she could feel cum dripping out into her boxer shorts. She groaned out softly, hating how the craving came back for him checking her emails.

An OnlyFans notification popped up on her phone that caught her attention. The name almost made her heart stop.

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Holiday Traditions

Summary: Kira (OC) and Jack Hughes are hosting their first winter holiday together. Pressure is already on, but to top it off, it's the first time their families are meeting. Insert a winter storm that has other plans, what does this mean for the holidays? (Kira's thoughts are in italics). Part of the HEART FIRST Series, checkout Summer Rituals, Someone Unexpected, and Best Thing in My Life if you haven't already!

Note: Thank you for all the love this Jack Series has gotten! The plan was to have this out in December, but health issues had other plans. So here it is, I hope you enjoy! If anyone wants to be tagged in future Jack pieces, just let me know! Special thanks to @hockeyboysimagines @heavenlyhischier @grandprixbarzal for all their support with this fic!

Warnings: Swearing, anxiety, holiday celebrations, sweet sweet fluff.

Word Count: 3.7k

Holiday Traditions

I was a bundle of nerves as I paced the perimeter of the living room in Jack’s apartment. Why was I a bundle of nerves? With exams over, holiday shopping done, Jack’s apartment decorated to the nines, and delicious Christmas and Hanukkah goodies flooding the kitchen counter…everything was in place. There would be no last minute shopping or last minute baking or even last minute gift wrapping. But still, I was more nervous than ever. 

“Babe, it’s going to be fine,” Jack’s voice broke me from my trance. Glancing over my shoulder I noticed him standing at the edge of the hall, watching me. Watching me pace, shake my hands, and fiddle with my rings. 

“How can you say that?” I asked, my voice shaking as I turned to face him fully. His expression was warm, comforting. He didn’t have a worry in the world right now. In fact…he was smiling. 

“Well they’re our families, not total monsters,” he chuckled as he crossed the room and took a seat on the couch, legs spreading as he got comfortable. 

“But this is the first time they’re meeting, it’s a big deal!” I exclaimed. 

“They’ve met before,” Jack clarified. 

“FaceTime doesn’t count,” I scoffed, arms crossing as I rolled my eyes. Jack let out a deep chuckle again. Sometimes I wish I was that laid back. 

“Come here,” Jack commented as he patted the empty cushion beside him. Shuffling over to the couch and plopping down on the cushion, Jack didn’t give me much time to get comfortable as he pulled me into his lap. Shifting around slightly as his arms wrapped around my waist, I curled an arm under his shoulder before resting my head there too. “Are you nervous to see my family?”

Lifting my head, I gazed into his blue eyes, which were now drowning in concern. “No Jacky, I love your family! We had so much fun at thanksgiving, and Ellen has very good baby pictures of you,” I giggled. Jack let out a groan as he shook his head, clearly remembering his mom pulling out a photo album from her bag at thanksgiving to show his girlfriend. 

“I’m going to have to check her bags when she gets here,” he mumbled distantly, causing me to let out another giggle. 

“You were so cute Jacky! It’s not like my dad didn’t show you our family album when you came for my birthday,” I reminded him with a stern look. 

“I could get used to two thanksgivings,” he proclaimed with a content sigh. We both sat in silence for a moment. Comfortable in each other’s arms. “Now tell me pretty girl, what are you nervous about?”

I had almost forgotten about the tension I was feeling minutes earlier, Jack always knew how to soothe me. “I just want everyone to click, it would be nice to have holidays together,” I sighed as I stared at my hands which were fiddling with the silver ring on my middle finger. 

“Kira, our families already love each other. Our dad’s have plans to fish in the summer and our mom’s text all the time,” he reminds me, tilting my head back so I can see his reassuring smile. 

“You’re right Jacky,” I nod, a smile slowly forming on my lips. 

“Remind me why they’re all flying in together?” Jack questioned. 

“It was cheaper for my family to fly in and spend the night with your parents than to come directly to New Jersey,” I explained as I rested my head on his shoulder once more. 

“Oh right, and they land at 7:15?” 

“Yeah, they should be boarding…now,” I commented as I checked the clock on my phone. Dropping my phone behind me, I nuzzled closer to Jack, cherishing his warmth. 

“This will be a great holiday, and hey, we get to teach your family a little bit about Hanukkah too,” Jack whispered before pressing his lips gently to the top of my head. Just as Jack pulled you closer in his arms, giving my waist a squeeze, the perfect silence was broken between the two of us by a *ping* on Jack’s phone signaling that he just got a text. 

I felt him reach into the pocket of his sweats for his phone, a moment passed before he let out a “shit!”. 

“What?” I asked absentmindedly, eyes fluttering closed as I enjoyed his embrace. 

“Text from my mom ‘we have a problem, a snow storm came in fast. Flights are being grounded’” he read to me. 

My eyes flew open as I leaned back in his arms, “Well shit,” I exclaimed. 

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Jack and I spent what felt like hours sitting in silence once we understood the gravity of the situation. We would be alone for Christmas. That message took a while to sink in for me. There hasn’t been a single Christmas in my life that I have been away from my family. I know that would change as I got older but this year was unexpected. We would be alone for Christmas. 

It didn’t really sink in until a FaceTime call with my family who were cozy and settled in at the Hughes’ house. Of course my parents were disappointed about the circumstances but they seemed to be enjoying their time with Ellen and Jim. Even my brother was out playing hockey with Luke despite the treacherous snow storm. Hearing my dad discuss his blossoming friendship with Jim made my heart swell with joy. Dad friendships are the cutest. 

As I hung up the call with my family, the joy that filled my heart dissipated as my heart sunk once more. I’m so happy that my family will enjoy their Christmas with the Hughes’ family and that everyone seems to be meshing well, but I wanted to be there so badly.

There would be no Christmas baking or decorating the tree or driving around to see the lights. There wouldn’t be any overly competitive card games or sneaking cookies while my mom isn’t looking, or Christmas movies by the fire. There wouldn’t be any traditions this year. Nothing felt lonelier than that. 

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Wallowing in my despair, I buried myself further into Jack’s sheets as I stared blankly at the wall. My hope for the season of joy was fading quickly. Silence filled the room and my heart. Just as I was really about to spiral into the abyss of the holiday blues, the bedroom door flung open. 

“Kira, I have a surprise for you in the kitchen,” Jack’s melodious voice filled my ears. Somebody still had the holiday spirit. 

“No thank you,” I responded solemnly as I pulled the comforter up to my chin. With my back turned to Jack, I could still hear him shuffling around the room. He wasn’t exactly known for being quiet. Suddenly I felt the bed dip as Jack shifted his weight onto the mattress before a hand rested on my shoulder. 

“Babe, I know this isn’t the Christmas you wanted and you’re probably devastated not having your parents here. I think you’ll really like this surprise though,” Jack whispered soothingly as he gently rubbed my back. 

“I’ve never missed a Christmas with them Jack,” I whispered as hot tears stung my cheeks. Sniffling as I used the comforter to dry my eyes. 

“I know my love, it’s absolutely awful and I’m not trying to erase how you’re feeling. I remember my first Christmas without my parents, I cried into my pillow on Christmas Eve.”

Glancing over my shoulder I looked at Jack, trying to gauge if he was being honest. “Really?”

“Really.  I’ve never told anyone that. I just want you to know that you’re not alone,” he commented as he took the opportunity to pull me into his arms. 

“Thank you Jacky, truly,” I smiled as I wrapped my arms around him, enjoying as his warmth enveloped me. 

“I really think this surprise might help,” his breath danced across my skin as his lips pressed close to my ear. 

“Gosh, you and this surprise,” I groaned dramatically. Secretly curious to see what he had planned. Throwing my arms up in mockery, I rolled out of the bed and slipped on my slippers. Jack chuckled while I acted like a total drama queen as my mom would say. 

Shuffling out of the room, I let Jack lead me down the hall into the kitchen. Gasping as we turned the corner, I noticed all the baking ingredients were out on the counter paired with a rolling pin and cookie cutters. 

“Are we making cookies?” I turned to Jack in shock as he smiled back at me. He simply nodded to confirm my suspicions before another voice rang through the room. 

“You bet we are, can’t skip out on traditions,” I heard my mom’s voice. Glancing around the room, knowing she couldn’t be here, my eyes landed on the laptop on the counter. Making my way to the computer, I was overjoyed to see my mother’s smiling face on the screen. “I know we can’t be there sweetheart, but we can still be together.”

Tears welled in my eyes as I glanced back at Jack who was leaning against the wall, taking everything in. “You did all this?”

“He sure did, such a caring young man,” my dad chimed in from the laptop. Jack’s cheeks turned a flush shade of pink at the compliment from my dad. 

Reaching out for Jack, I wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug, signaling my gratitude. “Thank you Jacky,” I whispered in his ear. 

“Anything for you,” he pressed his lips to my temple as we stood in each other's arms for a moment. 

“Could we get started? I’m hungry,” I heard Luke groan from the computer. 

“Lucas!” Ellen scoffed at her youngest son. Pulling back from Jack I saw the whole scene unfolding. I couldn’t help but giggle as the youngest Hughes’ boy was being scolded. 

“Well are you going to stand there hugging each other or can we start?” My brother's voice questioned. I rolled my eyes as I pulled away from Jack, walking back to the counter to scold my brother. 

“Don’t be jealous that you don’t have anyone to snuggle up with right now,” I gently teased. My brother's eyes widened as everyone’s attention turned to him. 

“Whatever,” he scoffed as everyone let out a quiet snicker. 

“Okay, keep it together kids.” My mom declared as she corralled all of us. “Now let’s get started by everyone washing their hands,” she instructed as Jack and I moved to the sink. I couldn’t control my beaming smile as we all got to work on sugar cookie dough. This is what I wanted. This is what I loved about the season. Time with my family, and my new family too. 

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Everything went surprisingly smoothly as we all followed my mother’s careful instructions; although we did have a few burnt cookies. “It’s okay Jack, I always burn a few too,” my mom offered reassuringly. 

It didn’t feel that weird spending time with them over FaceTime, Jack and I didn’t miss a thing. We got to witness Luke and my brother tossing flour at each other much to Ellen’s dismay. We saw our fathers look perplexed as my mom explained how the mixer would knead the cookie dough for us. My mom even corrected Jack’s flour measuring technique as we got our dough together. “Jack, stop eating the dough, we won’t have enough for all these shapes,” I warned as I smacked his hand away from the mixing bowl. 

Jack never struck me as a baker, but he definitely held his own with me. We both seemed to enjoy the quality time together and with our families. 

The quality time didn’t end there, once the cookies were out of the oven and were cooling Jim announced that we would be lighting another candle on the menorah. Jack snuck a cookie before we got settled, “for quality assurance reasons.” I rolled my eyes as we settled on the couch before getting started. Jack had already explained some of his family’s Hanukkah traditions to me but getting to participate in them was extra special. 

As we all gathered around our Menorahs, Ellen took the time to share the story of Hanukkah with our family. Jack shared how the lighting of the Menorah works and why there were only a certain number of candles on the Menorah, as we weren’t on the 8th day of Hanukkah yet. My heart warmed as Jack, Ellen, Luke, and Jim said the blessing as we lit our candles. 

“There, like this,” Jack whispered to me as his hand wrapped around mine to guide me in lighting the candles. Jack’s simple reassurance calmed any remaining nerves that I was feeling. In fact, I felt closer to Jack in a different way, learning more about him and what’s important to his family. Our connection feels more…intimate now. All the sorrow I felt earlier in the day has completely faded. 

Once the menorah was lit, Ellen spoke a bit about what the meal they would traditionally share and how gifts were a part of the Hanukkah tradition. “Jack don’t worry, we’ll bring your gifts next time we’re in town,” Ellen reassured her son. 

Ellen even brought out her dreidel to show us, as I was inspecting it while she held it up to the camera, Jack whispered in my ear, “at least you don’t have to play dreidel with Quinn, he gets way too competitive.” Despite Jack trying to be quiet, Ellen still laughed, confirming that the oldest Hughes’ boy did get very invested in winning games of dreidel with his brothers. 

The whole experience of sharing Hanukkah with Jack’s family was beautiful, which I kept sharing with Ellen as I thanked her for including us while we decorated cookies. I could tell by Jack’s reactions that this was a really special experience for him too. While everyone was distracted, Ellen told me that Jack hasn’t ever brought someone over for Hanukkah. That alone made my feelings for Jack grow even more, if it were possible. Knowing that he cares about me, and hearing that validation for other people was everything. He is everything. Maybe it’s the season but I’m feeling stronger for Jack than ever…maybe even like I might be in love with him. 

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Later on as we were winding down from our sugar highs, my dad announced we would be doing our traditional tree topping ‘ceremony’. 

“You have a whole ceremony?” Luke questioned as he was shoving another cookie in his mouth while my dad gathered the star for the tree. 

“We use the term ceremony loosely, you’ll see,” I explained as Jack gathered the star that we had purposely left off the tree for this moment with my family. 

Once everyone was ready my dad explained that our tradition was to discuss what brought us joy or hope in the holiday season before putting the star on the tree and ‘officially’ lighting it. 

“Oh, like sharing what you’re thankful for at Thanksgiving,” Jack exclaimed. 

“Exactly,” my dad smiled. We all went around sharing one by one something that brought us joy or hope during the holidays. It felt like it always did, just with more people to share it with. That brings me joy, I smiled to myself. 

“Kira, it’s your turn to share,” my dad prompted. 

“Okay,” I paused, noticing that everyone’s attention was on me. Slightly intimidating.  “Well, to be honest, I was pretty upset this afternoon when I heard that you wouldn’t be coming. But,” I took a moment to breathe and gather my thoughts. My heart was overflowing with gratitude at this moment. Jack pulled me a little closer as he held onto the star, before giving my waist a reassuring squeeze. “All of you have brought me joy in this season. Especially carrying on our traditions in any way we can and sharing them with each other. I just feel so lucky to be a part of all your traditions.” 

My breath caught in my throat as I felt a lump forming. Biting my lip to try to keep my composure, I almost lost it when Ellen said, “we are so happy to have you as part of our family Kira.” 

“Me too,” I choked out before we moved on to someone else sharing their holiday joy. It was true, this was my holiday joy, spending this day together. That’s just a testament to how much Jack cares, noticing how upset I was and coming up with such a special way for our families to spend the holidays together. Jack, and his family, are truly something special. 

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After saying goodbye to our families, Jack and I sat cuddled on the couch as a random Christmas movie played in the background. Both of us were enjoying hot chocolate and each other, neither really focused on the movie. 

“Thank you for today,” I said as I sipped my hot chocolate. 

“You’re welcome babe,” Jack replied as he stared off at the TV. 

“No seriously, thank you,” I leaned forward to set my hot chocolate down before gently turning his face so he was focused on me. “Thank you for taking care of me and for being so thoughtful in putting something like this together. Jacky, this meant so much to me.”

“Kira, it killed me to see you upset today. I care about you so much and I would do anything to make you happy,” Jack’s eyes locked on mine and in that moment, I knew. I knew this man would care for me the way I needed. I knew without a doubt that Jack was different from any of the men before him. I knew what he meant to me. 

“Jacky, I know this is maybe too early for this,” I let out a shaky breath. Its now or never. “But I’m falling in love with you Jack,” I said before holding my breath, unsure of how he would react. 

Jack paused for a moment, deep in thought. “I know I’m young and have a lot of life left to live, but I know I have never felt this way before. Kira, I know I’m falling in love with you. I just feel lucky everyday that I get to call you mine.”

I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face. Jack Hughes is falling in love with me! “Can I kiss you now?” I questioned. 

“You know I’ll never say no to that,” Jack smirked as I practically pounced on him. Straddling his lap, my hands ghosted over his cheeks as I leaned in to capture his lips with my own. His soft lips floated over mine in perfect unison as all the feelings we’ve been holding in came out. Our lips engaged in a delicate dance as Jack’s hands burned on my skin as they ran down my back and cupped my butt. We were lost in each other, no sense of the world around us for what felt like forever, but in reality was probably a few minutes. 

Pulling back for air, we both sent each other looks that conveyed everything we were feeling. I, for one, have never felt so loved. “You know what might be fun?” I pecked Jack’s lips while posing my question. 

“What?” He chuckled at my giddy demeanor. 

“Starting a tradition of our own for Christmas,” I suggested. “Something fun!” 

“What about something adventurous?” Jack encouraged me. I nodded my head in agreement. 

“Maybe something we wouldn’t normally do.”

“What about….sex on the balcony?” Jack proposed while sending a suggestive smirk my way. 

“Seriously? It’s freezing,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes at him. 

“I’m kidding,” he let out a laugh at my unimpressed response. 

“Sure, you’re kidding. I’m not freezing my ass on the balcony for you,” my eyes narrowed as I sent a skeptical look his way. 

“I am kidding, I swear,” he quickly stopped giggling. Clearing his throat and adjusting me in his lap, as if he is getting serious. “What about going to the beach? I know it’s cold but it would be a nice walk.”

“Oh I love that idea Jacky!” I said in awe, his brain could flip from sex to something sweet like that in a second. He was truly something else. “Ooh!” I gasped in excitement. “Now you might not be into this idea but just hear me out.”

“Go on,” he urged me, now sending me a skeptical look. Unsure of what I was going to suggest. 

“What if we collected seashells and painted a few? We could create, like a jar and add to it every year,” I suggested hesitantly. I doubt Jack would be into painting seashells with me but it would be such a special memory. 

“Sure, I think that’s a great idea,” he responded, squeezing my hips softly. 

“Really?”

“Really,” he confirmed. “That would be a really special memory.” I let out a squeal of excitement before jumping off his lap and starting to create plans for our adventure tomorrow out loud. 

“You know, you’ve set the bar for holidays very high Mr Hughes,” I commented as I paused my planning for a moment. 

“Well I guess I better start planning for Valentine’s Day now,” Jack smirked from the couch. 

“Just so you know, I really love chocolate and champagne,” I quipped. 

“Just so you know, I’m a big fan of the color red…and lace,” Jack winked, his swagger sending shocks through my body. 

“Well, I will keep that in mind,” I replied as my smile turned into that of a Cheshire Cat. I have just the outfit that will drive Jack wild. Valentine’s Day would surely be one for the books. 

To think how quickly this day changed, how quickly it went from sorrow to joy. How quickly we went from no traditions to new traditions together. How we went from dating to falling in love. Really how quickly we went from strangers to more. Meeting Jack Hughes this summer changed my life in the best way. Now here we are, falling in love and starting new traditions together. My hope for  the future is that these traditions and our love continues to grow. 

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Toji Fushiguro

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“He asked you to what?!” Shoko is absolutely bewildered when she hears the news that you have. She isn’t all that surprised about the fact that you had sex, she expected as much. However, she didn’t expect the man to ask for you to get married. She’s heard a lot about Toji, nothing was related to commitment and how loyal he is. They’re all rumors of course, but they all stem from somewhere. “Please tell me you rejected him.”

After your night with Toji, you find yourself in your best friend’s house. She’s in the kitchen, preparing herself a tea, and you’re with her, telling her about your date with the famous baseball player.

“I’m not in the plane with him, or am I?” You respond, a chuckle leaving your lips. Shoko squints her eyes before she tilts her head to the side. She doesn’t fully trust you. Her nails tap the granite counter that separates you two.

“What did you answer?” She has a serious tone of voice, and it almost sends a chill down your spine. It’s rare to hear her so serious. You take a moment to answer, and she repeats the question, even more serious than before, “What did you answer? Oh my god, please–”

“I told him I’d think about it.” You finally respond, and she slaps her palm on her forehead. She’s always viewed you as a smart woman, so why did the words that come out of your mouth sound like the most ridiculous thing you could possibly say? You’re not dumb enough to think about marrying an absolute stranger… Yet your response entertains that idea.

“No. Your answer should’ve been no because you two don’t know each other.”  Shoko tells you, and you click your tongue. Where’s the fun in that? You aren’t going to share your thoughts though, knowing it’ll lead to getting berated by the woman that’s in front of you. “I can’t believe you… What happened after that?”

“Well… We had sex again, we talked a bit, getting to know each other then we had sex again. After that we fell asleep and when I woke up, he was gone.” You say, and she sighs. She can’t say she’s disappointed, it’s your life and you do whatever the hell you want. She’s just in disbelief that this is happening. “Can you believe that he has a flip phone?”

“Don’t change the topic!” She raises her voice, but she thinks that maybe changing the topic is the best option. She doesn’t want to overstep. It’s your choice after all, if you want to fuck up your life, she can’t yell at you for it. She takes a deep breath to calm down, “You do what you think is best, baby. Marrying him isn’t a smart choice but I’ll support you no matter what.”

“I’m not marrying him.” You assure her, even though you don’t believe your own words. You just feel so drawn to him, and you’re enamored with him even if you just met. Maybe you’re confusing your feelings of attraction with something else. 

“I don’t trust you.” She answers. She hears the kettle whistle and she rushes to focus on that. At the end of the day, you make your own choices so she shouldn’t push the subject. You clear your throat before asking,

“Didn’t you have to tell me something?” You watch her pause as she tries to recall what she was going to tell you. You really caught her off guard with your news. Her eyes light up as she remembers, and a soft smile comes to her lips as you watch her cheeks turn a sweet shade of pink.

“I met the woman of my dreams last night, and best of all, she spent the night.” She tells you, and your brows raise. You should make a snarky remark but you bite your tongue, instead, you opt to listen. “She’s so perfect– I was so shocked she showed any interest in me but when I tell you I was over the moon when she approached me.”

“Do you have a picture of her? I want to see her.” You say, and she shakes her head in response. You watch as she pours the boiling water into a cup before she grabs a tea bag and dunks it in the water. “You got her number though, right?”

She stays silent. That’s your response. 

You’re about to reassure her, gathering the right words to say but it’s hard. You suck at comforting people. Just as you’re about to speak pathetic words, your phone begins to ring. You see a very familiar name which makes the biggest smile appear on your lips. You excuse yourself, walking away to answer the phone. You go to Shoko’s room and shut the door behind you.

“Hey, Toji.” You speak lowly so Shoko doesn’t hear that it’s him, even when she has an idea of who it is. You love hearing your name as he greets you, it sounds flawless when it rolls off his tongue. “Not that I mind but… Why are you calling? I don’t have a solid answer yet.”

“Just want to inform my pretty lady that I’ll be in her town next week.” Toji tells you, and a foolish smile comes to your lips at the thought of seeing him again. You smile even more stupidly when you realize that he calls you his pretty lady. It’s all so sudden, but you like it. You like him. Maybe not enough to marry him, not yet at least.

“Are you coming to visit me?” You ask him, and you’re nearly over the moon when he says yes. “Then I’ll wait for you here, we can do whatever you want when you’re here. You have my number, and I’m always available for you.”

“I’ll see you then–” Toji is about to say something else, but Shoko calls out your name and you hang up without a second thought. You act as if you’ve almost been caught doing something bad. You try to play it off as if you’re not doing anything, but Shoko doesn’t care enough. 

“Do you have any plans tomorrow night? Someone invited me to a birthday party and I don’t want to go alone.” Shoko asks, and you shake your head. You awkwardly smile.

“Let’s go out, that sounds like fun.”

You offered Toji to pick him up from the airport, and now you look around, searching for a tall strong man that’s nearly twice your size. You keep looking at the time, wondering if he’s off the plane yet. You check on your phone the time his flight is supposed to arrive, and you watch as luggage comes out from the conveyor belt, luggage from his flight. Maybe you should try to call him but his stupid flip phone is probably still on airplane mode.

“Where the hell are you?” You mutter, eyes hunting for the man. You’re being impatient, you just got here. You need to give him some time, he probably got off the plane and had to use the bathroom. You know that you’d feel self conscious shitting in an airplane bathroom.

You don’t like airports– At least not when you’re picking up someone else. Someone else that’s not all that easy to communicate with; you can still send him a text even if he has a flip phone, he’ll just take a little longer to respond. You decide to send him a text, asking if he’s off the plane yet. 

“Hey!” You hear his voice and your head darts his way. He’s comfortable, wearing a simple black t-shirt and sweatpants, yet he manages to look as hot as ever. You smile at him, and you walk towards him, rushing to him after taking a couple of steps. You wrap your arms around him, and it takes him by surprise but he hugs you back.

“It’s so nice to see you again.” You say, and it comes out muffled since your face is pressed against his chest. You let go, and Toji weakly smiles at you.

“It’s so nice to see you again too.” He answers, and he walks to the conveyor belt to get his luggage, and once it’s in his hands, you two begin to walk to the elevator that’ll take you to the parking lot. When you enter the elevator, his hand goes into his pocket and he waves the brand new device in front of your face, “Look what I got.”

“You finally got a normal phone.” You grab the phone from his hands, and you inspect it. It’s the newest model, the old man doesn’t know what to do with all of that. “Did you change your number too?”

“Nope. Still got the same one.” He answers as you open the phone’s camera. You extend your arm out and lean towards Toji, pursing your lips together and putting up a peace sign. Toji leans down so he makes sure he’s on camera, and you snap the picture. You hand the phone back to him.

“I look pretty in that picture, you should make it your home screen.” You tell him, and he furrows his brows as he unlocks his phone.

“How do you do that?” He responds, making you chuckle. You take the phone from his hand and change the generic wallpaper to the picture you took. You hand it back to him, a smirk on your lips. The elevator doors open, and he clears his throat, “So do you have anything special planned for us?”

“Not yet, but there’s a couple fun things we can do.” You reply, and he wonders what you have in mind, but he’ll allow you to surprise him. Even if he doesn’t like surprises. You get to the car and open the trunk so he can put his luggage inside. It feels awkward for him to get into the passenger seat of your car, but he has no option but to since he doesn’t know his way to your apartment nor around the city. You get into the car and you ask, “What do you want for dinner tonight? I can cook or we can go out to eat.”

“Hmm… Are you a good cook?” Toji asks, and you hum in response. At least you like to think that you are. You turn on the car and get out of the parking lot, starting the trip to your apartment. “I want to taste your cooking.”

“You can’t blame me if you get food poisoning though.” You joke, making him chuckle. He thinks you’re joking. He prays it’s a joke. You don’t want the car ride to be silent, you can’t let thirty seconds of silence go by before you ask, “How are your games going?”

“You haven’t been watching?” He replies. You haven’t. You’re sure he knows that you aren’t a fan of the game, and as much as you’d adore to watch as the man that sits next to you hits some balls and does whatever the fuck the game consists of, you really don’t get to see much of him on the TV. He’s the only reason you’d tune in to watch a game. 

“I’d rather do other things.” You don’t tell him what you’d rather do, he has an idea. Anything but watch the game. “Aren’t you going to answer the question?”

“The games are great. The team is doing great.” Toji keeps it vague, not wanting to bore you to death with something that you’re clearly not interested in. It makes you clear your throat and ask more about the topic, and he answers with more details. He’s clearly passionate about his job, so you’re entertained while you hear him talk. 

You smile at him when you’re at a red light, and he smiles back at you. You won’t get to spend too much time together, but you know you’re going to have fun. Maybe not enough to get you to marry him, but enough to almost convince you to say yes. Almost.

Toji settles into your apartment, and he makes himself comfortable immediately. It’s nice that he’s comfortable enough with you to do so. Toji likes the apartment, although it’s way smaller than the one he lives in– This place doesn’t compete with his home but it’s cozy. And at least you’re here.

“I’ll go take a shower, then we can talk about dinner.” Toji says, and you watch as he opens his suitcase to pull out some underwear. He walks away and opens some doors to figure out where the bathroom is, and when he figures it out, he locks himself inside. You close the suitcase and bring it to your room so it doesn’t take up the space in the living room. He isn’t staying for long, but the suitcase is filled to the brim, almost too heavy for you to carry. 

You almost find yourself in disbelief that he’s staying here, you thought that he’d never contact you again when you didn’t jump into his arms and squeal yes when he proposed. You did leave him uncertain though, leaving him with a bit of hope. You’re sure you’ll reject him again if he asks again.

“I need to see what I’ll cook tonight.” You talk to yourself, grabbing your phone to look up recipes. You try to think of what Toji ate when you went out together, and maybe you’ll look up something similar to make for him– But you also want to know what other food he likes. 

You decide to toss your phone to the side, you’ll be asking him what he wants for dinner when he gets out of the shower. You focus on your bed, smoothing out the comforter. Your usual unorganized room looks like one of a magazine since it’s where Toji will be sleeping for the time he stays at your apartment. You’re sure it won’t take long for the room to become disorganized again since Toji doesn’t seem like the type of person to be neat, even when he’s staying at someone else’s place.

You proceed to lay down on the bed, grabbing your phone. You become so engrossed in the small screen that you’re startled when Toji walks into the room. “So do you have an idea of what you want for dinner? I’m getting hungry.”

You look away from the phone and at him. Water droplets going down his half-naked body. From his chest to his abs all the way to his briefs. His stupid fucking briefs. You’ve never been more mad at a piece of clothing before.

“Did I forget to put out a towel in the bathroom? I’m sorry.” You apologize, trying to focus your eyes on his face rather than his body. But your eyes keep lingering on his well-toned torso– Damn him, he looks like a god. He notices, and he chuckles.

“My eyes are up here.” He tells you, and you mumble an apology. He smirks as he walks to his suitcase to grab clean clothes. “Not that I mind.”

“What do you want for dinner? I’m not sure what you like.” You ask, watching as he puts on another pair of sweatpants and another compression shirt– It’s fair to say that he’s not the man with the most creative fashion style but he still looks hot.

“I don’t know.” He shrugs, and you laugh. You guess you’ll stick with something simple: white rice, steak, and a salad. If anything else pops up, you’ll make it but that’s what you’ll be sticking with right now. 

“Okay, but you can’t complain if you don’t like it.” You respond, standing up and walking out of the room and heading to the kitchen. You open the freezer to take the meat out to thaw, and then proceed to check what you have in the fridge. You call out his name, “Toji! Come here, you’re helping me!”

“I’m a bad cook.” He claims when he walks out of your bedroom. That’s not enough to convince you though.

“You can chop up some vegetables, you don’t have to be a great cook for that.” You respond and he exaggerates a sigh that almost makes you laugh. “You know what, you can do it later. Wait for the meat to thaw.”

“What protein are you cooking?” He asks, and you tell him. “I can help you with that.”

“Aren’t you a bad cook though? Wouldn’t want you to burn the steak.” You reply.

“I can do that. That’s as much as I can do.” He answers, and you decide to not answer. You’ll make him chop up the vegetables later. Now you’ll focus on putting the rice on the stove. You put a pot of water, salt and a bit of oil on the stove before you wash two cups of rice. Toji sits on your couch and grabs the remote to turn on the TV. “Do you have any baseball channels?”

“I think you can go through the channel guide to find something.” You answer. You almost ask him why he wants to watch baseball, if he isn’t tired of the game considering that’s his job. But it seems like he’s super passionate about it, so you won’t make a comment about it.

Once the rice is on low, you walk over to him and take a seat next to him. You watch the game that he has on and you try to act interested, but you find yourself yawning at the game. You rest your head on his shoulder while he focuses on the game, and he throws his arm over you. You act like you’re dating– It’s not something too crazy since he proposed on your third meeting.

“You still need to cut up the vegetables.” You tell him, and he hums in response. You look up at him, his eyes glued to the television. You sit in complete silence for a moment, trying to focus your attention on the boring game. His stomach growls, and for some reason that gives you the idea of what you’re going to be doing the next day. “Let’s have a picnic tomorrow.”

“A picnic?” He raises his brows, and you nod in response. He purses his lips together, thinking about it before he shrugs, focusing his attention back to the television. Why not? The weather is nice outside, you might as well. “Sounds good.”

“Were you thinking of something else?” You ask, standing up from the couch to go to the kitchen. Instead of leaving the salad to him, you begin to chop the vegetables since it’s more entertaining than what he has on TV. 

You and Toji end up cuddling for the night, Toji too tired to really do anything apart from a light makeout session. He wakes you up early, claiming he’s made breakfast even though the previous night he claimed he was a bad cook– He wasn’t exactly wrong since you wake up to the smell of overcooked/almost burnt eggs. You appreciate the toast, almost burnt scrambled eggs, and the pieces of fruit that are cooked too big nonetheless. 

It’s a sweet act, even though he leaves the kitchen a mess and you have to clean it up. Toji makes a couple of phone calls while you clean up, and he’s still on the phone when you’re finished. You assume he’s calling his son and whoever else, so you leave him alone to get ready for your date. You excitedly get ready, thinking about the cute date that you’ll have. You’ll stop by the convenience store and buy some snacks before stopping at the park. The weather is perfect for this sort of date. 

“You look beautiful.” Toji comments when you’re ready. You wear a strapless floral sundress and wear some light makeup that matches your outfit. You smile at him, going to your closet to grab the wedges that you’ll be putting on. You try not to focus on Toji as he undresses in front of you to get into the shower. It tempts you to ruin your makeup and get undressed to join him; you keep telling yourself that you can do that later. 

When you’re both ready, you leave with a tote bag that has a blanket, some snacks, and some necessary utensils. Toji follows you blindly, unsure where the park you’re going is headed. It’s clearly nearby since you opted out from driving. You stop at the convenience store to get some snacks that you’re sure he likes, and then you head to the park.

You put down the blue blanket on the grass, and you both take off your shoes before taking a seat on the cover. You begin to eat the snacks that you have, and you ask, “Who were you talking to?”

“Megumi.” He answers, making you tilt your head to the side and raise your brows. “My son.”

“Oh…” You reply, and for some reason you sound disappointed. Until a chuckle leaves your lips. His brows furrow, confused at the response, and you bite down your lip before you answer, “You asked me to marry you and I don’t even know your son’s name… It’s just funny to me.”

“Yeah… The proposal was just a spur of the moment thing.” He responds, and you feel your face get warm of embarrassment. You replied that you would think about it only to hear that it was a spur of the moment thing… You try to remind yourself that you were going to reject the proposal. He watches your reaction closely before he says, “The feelings still stand though, and if you want to get married right now, I’m willing to do it. Even though we have to learn a lot about each other.”

“Let’s get to know each other first before we even think about marriage.” You respond. You’ve been talking with each other on the phone whenever you’re available, and slowly getting to know each other from a distance. Not enough to actually get married though, since this is the first time you hear his son’s name. “If we make it to marriage.”

“Do you see yourself getting married?” He asks a question he probably should’ve asked before proposing. You nod your head in response.

“I always have. I’m just not in a rush.” You answer. Toji munches on some chips, and he extends his hand, offering you some. You take a handful. “You shouldn’t be in a rush either.”

“You’re right. If I rush it, it’ll end up as a third divorce.” He makes you laugh with his response, even though it wasn’t a joke. It’s odd to think that he’s gotten married twice before. Maybe you’ve talked to a divorced man once or twice, but not one that had gotten divorced twice, and certainly not one that’s semi-famous. His eyes fall on a father and son that play catch, and it brings him a weak smile. It probably reminds him of him and his own son. He comments, “The dad has a weak throw, that poor kid is not going to learn how to throw that ball properly.”

“Go help them out.” You’re joking but Toji takes it seriously. He stands up, and you open and close your mouth as you’re about to tell him that you weren’t being serious but he’s already approaching the duo. The little kid looks excited, a grin on his face as he notices Toji, and you can safely assume he’s a fan of the player.

It’s sweet to watch Toji grab the ball from the dad, and throw it back to the father a couple of times before Toji teaches the tricks he can to the boy. You wonder if he’s like that with his son. You know Toji doesn’t see his son all that often, and Toji calls him a deadbeat, but you want to believe he’s a great dad when he’s with his son. You wonder how their dynamic is and how often Toji sees him.

You watch as the kid runs to search for a marker, and you find yourself laughing. The father begins to talk to Toji, and Toji entertains the conversation. Toji signs the ball when the kid comes back with a marker, and the father ends up taking a photo of the two. Toji walks back and sits on the blanket, and you comment, “That was so sweet.”

“What can I say? I’m a sweet man.” He responds, and you both chuckle because you know it’s not true. You reach into the bag to hand him some more food, and as he takes it from your hands. You clear your throat, making his attention go to you, “What’s up?”

“What are your thoughts on having more kids?” You ask simply because you’re curious. Does he want more? Or does he not want to go through that journey once again.

“Hmm… Kids aren’t a dealbreaker for me. Either I have one more, or I don’t. But I do hope you know that if you want kids, I’m not going to be very present. My job keeps me busy.” Toji answers. You have some questions about it; whether that's the reason he and the mother of his son separated due to his absence. But you won’t dwell on it, it’s not the right time to ask. “Why do you ask? Do you want kids and it’s a dealbreaker?”

“Oh, I’m just wondering. You were just so lovely with that kid that I wondered if you wanted more or not.” You reply. You try to change the topic to something more playful since you feel like such serious matters kill the mood. “Have you gotten used to the phone? It looks like too much for you to handle.”

“What are you trying to say? That I’m too old for that kind of technology?” His brows are furrowed, and you laugh. You hum in response.

“You’re an old fart.” You affirm. “Well, more because you had a flip phone… Speaking of, did you change your phone because of me? Or am I giving myself too much credit?”

“No you’re right. I was insulted after you insulted my phone so I decided to get a new one. Apparently this is the latest model, that’s what I was told anyway.” Toji says, and he hands you the phone. “You can check any features that your phone doesn’t have. The password is 1222.”

“What are you trying to say? I’m too broke to get a phone like this?” You ask as you put in the easy passcode. It’s like he has nothing to hide which is nice.

“I am.” And it makes you roll your eyes. It really doesn’t have anything that’s much different from your phone other than the better camera. You toss the phone back to him, and while he is a great catcher, his life nearly flashes before his eyes. “Careful with the phone.”

“Sorry.” You don’t sound sorry though, but he’ll make you sorry later. 

You continue talking until your eyes grow heavy, and you both lay down for a moment. It’s supposed to be for a few minutes, but he brings you into his embrace, and the few minutes turn into a few hours.

You wake up to soft snoring, the weather outside much colder than earlier– The sun is no longer out, and you panic immediately. You sit up and check to see if everything is still there, and after verifying that you haven’t been robbed, you poke Toji. You poke him until he finally opens his eyes. 

“What?” He groggily wakes up, and the first thing he sees are the stars in the night sky. He sits up and asks, “We fell asleep for a little too long.”

“We did.” You respond, and you’re about to stand up, but he grabs your arm and pulls you back down onto the blanket.

“We’re already here. Might as well stargaze.” He tells you. You lay your head back down on his chest, and look up at the sky since you have no option but to. He’s holding you down.

“Aren’t you hungry?” You ask him. The sky is clear tonight, and you can luckily view many stars in the sky. You would admire it if you weren’t a little confused after waking up outside. Luckily Toji forces you to admire it.

“We can go get something quick in an hour or so. We’re okay.” He assures you. Your ear is pressed against his chest, and you listen to his heartbeat which soothes you. You slowly calm down and admire the night sky. “I’m leaving tomorrow night.”

“Don’t remind me.” He’s no longer forcing you down so you sit up. You love spending time with him, you wish your time with him wasn’t so short lived. You wish at the very least you could meet up for coffee twice a week, and go on a fancy date on a random Saturday. You pout your lips, and he sits up as well.

“I’ll come to visit again.” He cups your face and presses his lips on yours momentarily. Your hands go over his, forcing him to keep his warm palms on your cold face. His lips fall on yours again, but this kiss is more passionate. His tongue enters your mouth and presses against yours. You let go of his hands and they move down from your face to your waist. 

You get on top of him, knee on either side of him as the kiss deepens. He’s feeding your hunger, and you have no idea why you’re so touch deprived. Maybe it’s because he was teasing you the previous night and the entire week you were working yourself up at the mere thought of him. This man does the unbelievable to you. 

“Toji…” You feel a soft breeze spread goosebumps on your skin, and it reminds you of where you’re at. You’re not fucking in a park– He shouldn’t even think about that, he’s somewhat famous. People know him. People would know you if anyone recognizes him and takes pictures. He pecks your lips a handful of times when you pull away, and you have to say, “Not here.”

“Huh? Why not?” He asks as you get off him. You stand up, and lend your hand so he can get up more easily. It hits him a little late, when the blood rushes from his dick back to his brain. You can’t risk getting caught. The rush is fun, but a few minutes of pleasure isn’t worth the risk of the consequences. Plus, you have a bed back home where you can do whatever you want. “Bad idea. You’re right.”

“Acting like a horny teenager for me, don’t forget I have an apartment and live alone.” You point out, making you both laugh. He laughs more in embarrassment than anything. You begin to pack everything in the tote bag. When your shoes are back on, you begin the walk to the convenience store again, ready to get something quick for dinner. 

“You know, I can fly you out. You can watch my next game and then we can spend a whole week together.” Toji offers, and a smile comes to your lips at the idea. You can ask for a week off since you have a lot of vacation days leftover. Your arm intertwines with his, and you lean on him as you walk to the store.

“I like that idea. It sounds like a lot of fun.” You respond. You think to yourself how if he were to propose right now, you’d gladly accept. But luckily, Toji isn’t as stupid as he was that night. You find yourself weak for him when you hear a low laugh from him and he kisses the top of your head, assuring you,

“It’s a date then.”

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[jaylaxies]

KINKTOBER DAY 13 — COCKWARMING

PAIRING: jay x fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, fluff, unprotected sex, fingering, breeding, mentions of nicknames and bets.

WC: 1568 words

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: happy birthday @forjongseong iloveyou sm <333 i really hope you like this lil gift omg and have a great day ahead :3 i really went ahead and wrote the longest kinktober for you omg are you proud of me? have fun reading it! all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! iloveyou all <3

Working out late, especially on lazy winter days, was not your forte. It was a given that you could handle any task given to you, efficient work was your specialty, however, it bothers you to get up from the bed, especially when Jay pouted and pulled you closer each time you tried to get up.

You’d rather spend your day with him, doing nothing but being lazy with the man you had grown to adore with all your being.

“You can’t resist me, can you?” He smiled at you lazily, pressing a kiss on your shoulder.

You huffed, “of course I can.”

He pouted at your answer, an exaggerated pout which made you squish his cheeks and give him a peck, “but sadly, I need to go to the office today.”

He looked into your eyes for a second before he clicked his tongue, an attractive smirk on his face as he spoke up, “let’s make a bet then.”

You raised your brows at that, listening to him while you opened your closet to decide your work outfit for the day, “what bet?” You asked.

“Try to resist me for the whole day,” he said with a glint in his eyes, “if you don’t end up being needy for me by the end of the day then you’ll be the winner, baby.”

“And what will my prize be?” You asked, looking at him with challenging eyes, trying your best not to give in already at how beautiful he looked in your shared bed, the sun rays falling on him made him look like pure honey.

“Anything you want,” he spoke in a breath.

You smiled, asking if the outfit you’ve chosen looks well and he approves in a second before you ask him again, “what would your prize be if you win?”

“I won’t let you go to the office tomorrow,” he got up, his torso visible to you now that the blanket wasn’t covering him up fully.

You knew the meaning behind his words, it sent a shiver down your spine at how he looked right into your eye while saying that. You loved how he never hesitated to tell you how much he craves for your attention.

“Bet,” you spoke up.

“Bet.” He smirked.

You thought it would be a simple task per se, however, you didn’t expect him to be so invested in this bet, he had sent you a total of four videos and seven pictures of him throughout the time you were in the office, starting from the one where he was shirtless with droopy eyes, lazily having breakfast, to him making a video while showering. He did it all.

You’d be lying if you say that it didn’t affect you in the slightest, in fact, you sat with your thighs pressed together for the whole day, muttering curses and wondering if Jay was real.

All you wanted to do was to get back home and tease Jay back, you had a perfect idea planned out for him and it didn’t matter how it was slightly detrimental to your side of the bet. You called a cab while getting out of your office and it came exactly when you got out, saving your time. The excitement of getting back home was like never before.

It didn’t take long before you stood in front of your apartment, opening the door to find Jay in just his boxers and the sleeveless tank top which you had mentioned was your favourite.

He immediately came over with a smile to pull you into a kiss, making you smile just like he did.

“I’ve missed you,” he said, his lips against your lips.

“I did too,” you caressed his cheek before moving away, not giving up so easily.

He whined when you excused yourself to get changed, showering to clean yourself up before you decided on wearing your shorts and a loose T-shirt to see his reaction.

It was just as you had expected, he smirked knowing that you were out to take revenge for whatever he’s done throughout the day.

You didn’t say anything, simply joining him on the couch as he made space for you to lie down, helping you get inside his blanket with your back pressed against his torso. His hand wrapped around your waist easily pulled you closer, making you gasp as your ass came in contact with his clothed dick.

A sigh left his lips at that, “Jay?” You called out his name.

“Yes, princess?” He asked softly.

“Do you want to try out cockwarming?” You asked in an innocent voice.

His cock twitched at your question and your whispering voice.

“Want me to win that bad?” He asked, fingers playing with the hem of your shorts.

“Let’s see if you can try to control yourself then,” you spoke out, wiggling out of your shorts and panties.

Jay was disappointed how he couldn’t see your ass due to the blanket on top of you both, however, he was quick to get rid of his own boxers, eager to push his dick inside you with a groan of his.

He filled you up easily, given that you were wet with all his teasing, also making sure to wrap his arm tighter around you to keep you in place.

You wanted to move, you wanted him to thrust into you but more than that, you wanted to win the bet, so you bit your lip to prevent any noise from coming out as you put on a movie in front of you.

You barely breathed for the first few minutes, adjusting to his size which never failed to shock you. He was breathing near your ear, giving you goosebumps, it was hard for him to control his own actions, wanting to fuck you from behind.

Trying to focus on the movie helped for the next half an hour, however, you did notice how his breathing had gotten deeper and how perfectly hard his cock was.

Experimentally, you squeezed your pussy around him, eliciting a gasp out of him before he growled near your ear, “what do you think you’re doing, princess?”

You only pushed yourself back, “I’m just getting comfortable, that’s all, baby!” You smiled at him, knowing that your plan was working just how you had wanted it to.

Jay’s level of patience was close to saturation, it had been the whole day since he was waiting for you to come home and give in, which didn’t happen.

Your movements made him lose his last bit of control.

“Fuck this,” he groaned, grabbing your ass and slamming his cock into you, “I’ve wanted to do this since morning.” He squeezed your tit, making you whimper out with need.

His name left your mouth in a rushed manner, he stopped, only to carry you to the bedroom, his lips never leaving yours and you wondered how he was so gentle yet so in control at the same time.

It didn’t take you long to get rid of your clothes, throwing it on the floor and Jay eyed you hungrily, his kisses trailing down to your body while his fingers were quick to give attention to your wetness, rubbing slow circles to tease you.

Just as you opened your mouth to whine, he inserted two digits of his into your cunt, pumping it in and out, curling it inside of you, “oh, darling. You love it, don’t you?” He spoke against your skin, gently nipping at it.

“Love it so much,” you breathed out, pleasure clear on your face.

He made sure to give attention to every inch of you, placing kisses everywhere, touching you everywhere. His lips ghosted over your wet slits, but he didn’t stop fucking you with his fingers, only adding his lips on it to stimulate you further, his tongue licking you as he hummed, loving how you tasted for him.

Your back arched as you gripped the sheets, breathing again once Jay slid out his fingers, licking them right after, making your cheeks burn with how hot he looked doing that action.

He didn’t let your pussy be empty for long, his dick already on prodding your entrance. He thrusted in, his lips immediately on yours as he took all your moans in, kissing you with passion.

The sound of your skin slapping was loud, resonating the room, but Jay didn’t care at all, his focus was entirely on you and how your face scrunched up whenever he thrusted in hard, reaching the deepest spots inside you.

“So fucking pretty,” he spoke in between the thrusts, making you feel giddy.

Only Park Jongseong could fuck you roughly yet make it feel like he’s making love to you.

And you absolutely loved it.

“Are you close, princess?” He asked, panting as your legs started shaking.

You nodded, whimpering as his own movements got sloppier by second.

It was perfect how you both let loose together, kissing as he filled you up, mixing both your juices together, him thrusting until he emptied his last drop into you, resting his forehead against yours.

You giggled softly, making him look at you before you whispered, “I won.”

He raised his brows with a big smile, attacking you with his fingers by tickling you all over, your laugh booming up the room as he watched you with love filled eyes.

You could never resist him.

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[saquesha13]

Good Googly Moogly that Thang is Juicy

Steve wasn’t sure how it had happened. It was a typical sleepover, the entire Party bunkered down in the Wheelers basement like they do every Friday night post Vecna. Of course their newest Party member had been joining them, Eddie Munson. It was like he really just fit right in. All the kids slept on the floor dog piled together. Nancy and Jonathan take the pull out bed, Robin and himself share a blow up mattress and Eddie seemed set on sleeping on the recliner. Everyone was sound asleep when it happened, Steve was the only one who heard Eddie’s quick breaths. Maybe he wasn’t fully awake, or just wasn’t thinking, but Steve didn’t even think about it when he detangled himself from Robin and crawled up on the itty-bitty space of the recliner behind Eddie and holding him in his arms until Eddie had calmed down, it was too easy to fall back asleep after that.

In the morning, the first thing Steve noticed as he started to stir was how warm his left ass cheek was before realizing his whole front half of his body was warm too. He heard a clicking sound, and saw a bright light through his closed eyelids snapping them open to see Jonathan fucking Byers with a camera angled right at him. Steve realized why when he saw he was sleeping pretty much on top of Eddie Munson, and that warm thing on his ass was Eddie’s hand.

It happened again not even a week later at Robins house when the fruity four decided to have a movie night. Eddie apparently was too sleep deprived at the Wheelers & didn’t remember anything but Steve being next to him in the morning, not even noticing where his hand was. So Steve had dropped the matter (after hunting Jonathan down and snatching the polaroid, ready to burn the damn picture but for some reason he kept it on his nightstand) Eddie and Steve had sat on the loveseat together, with Robin and Nancy sitting on the floor painting each others nails as the movie played. Steve doesn’t know if he fell asleep first or Eddie, but it happened again. When Steve woke up in the morning he had his arms around Eddie Munson, and in return Eddie had a hand gripping onto his asscheek. It’s not fair that this is the best sleep Steve has had in months. To make matters worse Eddie seemed so unfazed by the entire thing, acting as if he didn’t have his hand holding Steve’s ass in their sleep and Steve for some reason believed it.

Even after the next two get togethers, the weekly sleepover and hanging out at Eddie’s trailer for a smoke, they both ended the same way, sound asleep with a hand on his ass and his arms tangled around Eddie’s frame. Steve decided to not make a big deal about it since Eddie wasn’t. But then he went to pick the teenagers up from their DnD session, wearing his jeans waiting for almost a whole hour in his bmw, it usually never takes this damn long. So Steve turned the car off and stomped his way through the rain up to the front doors of the high school just in time fore Eddie to swing the door open, a pleasant grin on his lips at the sight of Steve, with the kids behind him. “Uh oh, Harrington’s hair got fucked up in the rain, someone is in trouble.” Eddie huffed out a low laugh, sliding his ringed covered hand in the back pocket of Steve’s fucking levi’s and leaving his hand there making any snarky remark leave Steve’s brain entirely. Blush pink cheeks and all he made a bold move to look at Eddie and saw it all over his stupidly hot face that the damn guy had been doing this on purpose the entire time! And then the hand in his pocket squeezed and Steve’s pink face turned red. “Okay, time to go! I’ve been waiting a whole damn hour.” Steve’s voice was higher then he’d ever admit as he shoved all the kids out in the rain in the direction of his car. “As for you, Munson, I’ll see you tonight. Don’t forget the weed.” He pointed a finger in Eddie’s direction, seeing the moment Eddie had looked up as if he was looking down at his - jesus christ.

Around nine thirty he had a knock on his door and the second Steve had opened it he didn’t even let Eddie speak before his lips were crashing against Eddie’s. Those damn hands started in his hair, but quickly worked their way down to the grey sweatpants Steve had changed into groping his ass so hard Steve may or may not have moaned against Eddie’s now smirking lips.

Let’s just say they didn’t even make it to the bed. Clothes flown hazardly around the living room leading up to the couch where they both lay naked, one ringed covered hand lazily stroking Steve’s lower back while the other cups Steve’s right buttcheek. They had finally lit up a blunt - originally the plan for tonight - passing it back and forth to one another as Steve laid flat on Eddie’s tattooed chest, his free hand playing with the ends of Eddie’s hair. “You were doing it on purpose, grabbing my ass.”

“Not at first, actually.” Eddie hummed, taking a long hit and letting the smoke escape his lips upwards towards the ceiling. “But once I got a taste of this ass, I couldn’t fucking keep my hands off of you, sweetheart.” Steve hated the way Eddie fucking Munson knew just what to do to make him blush. “Walking around in the tightest jeans known to man. And God, don’t even get me started on the basketball shorts.”

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve and eddie #steve x eddie #the party #fruity four #steddie drabble #steve the hair harrington #king steve #eddie the freak munson #steve has a big ass #but that’s already canon #good googly moogly

[lazygirldoesfics]

drunk confession [1/7]

how i imagine each of the bistro huddy guys would drunkenly confess their feelings for you

starting with nico !!

Nicole plops into the passenger seat of your old sedan, heaving a sigh. "Thanks for picking me up last minute."

"No worries, you're on my way anyway. What happened to Bridgette?"

"She fucking bailed." You watch as Nicole studies herself in the visor mirror. She picks at her mascara, eyes sparking with outrage as she continues, "Her bum ass boyfriend told her she 'couldn't come', that it's not 'his scene' so it'd be 'disrespectful' if she goes to another guy's birthday party without him. Like fucking grow up."

"Unbelievable," you groan, commiserating.

"I don't know why she stays with him," Nicole says smacking the visor back into place before she turns to you. Her lips curl upwards, deviously. "Which means we have to put in the work tonight to make sure she feels every bit of FOMO and gets pissed at that piece of shit so I'm not the only one seething about it." Nicole pulls out her phone, angling the camera to get both of you in the shot, and snaps a picture when you're wearing matching frowns. She texts it to Bridgette as you shift the car into gear and take off.

"Of course he picks a spot with absolutely no fucking parking," Nicole complains as you make your way to the club. The click clack of your heels echoes every inch of road you had to drive down until you finally found a place to park. Nicole keeps having to pull her dress down, grumbling each time she wrangles the hem back into it's place. You suppress a smile, amused by her grumpiness, knowing fully well that if she didn't want to be here she wouldn't have put in the effort to show up.

"It's gonna be fun," you cheer. "He's been talking up this spot all week."

Nicole stops dead, glancing down at you with eyes bearing just a hint of judgement. "It's Nico. I don't exactly trust his idea of a great spot. I'm prepared for sexual harassment and well drinks that taste like diesel." You shove her playfully with your elbow and that at least rises a smile out of her. "All I'm saying is I better get extra fries all week for coming to this. Like they better be hot and waiting as soon as I clock in."

"Agreed," you laugh.

There's a line out the door that emits more cursing from Nicole, but you make the best of it by sending selfies to Bridgette while you wait. She responds to each one almost instantly, hearting the messages or sending crying emojis. You frown when Nicole suggests this means Bridgette's probably watching reruns of Real Housewives by herself, while her boyfriend ignores her.

When it's your turn to be inspected by the bouncer, you give him your best smile. He barely glances at you before waving you passed the threshold. Stepping beyond the entrance door, you become engulfed by the change in atmosphere. Sweat slick air clings to you, fog from the DJ booth hazes your vision and the thrum of the bass pulsates through to your core. An air of cloying desperation sinks into your skin while your heels stick to the grime covered floor.

Nicole coughs next to you, disdain barely concealed. Eagle-eyed, you spot a guy stumbling towards your direction, beer sloshing onto the floor in his wake. Gently, you steer Nicole to the left, just beyond the drunken splash zone, saving her from a drenching.

That man has no idea of the life debt he owes you.

Nicole clenches her eye shut, breathing deeply. "Okay. Okay! I'm aligning my energy. I am here." Her eyes snap open and she brushes her long blond tendril back. "Let's go kill this shit."

She uses her height to scan the crowd and you're happy to watch from your shorter vantage point. "I see them." Nicole strides through the crowd towards the left side of the dance floor and you follow the path she carves. Still, she checks behind her every so often to make sure she hasn't lost you.

At last you make it through the crowd, rewarded with the sight of familiar faces. Brad turns his attention from the bar to wave a greeting, then signals back to the bartender to add two more drinks to his order. Ruby toasts her beer to you with a barely perceptible nod. Joey, perched at the edge of a black plastic bar stool, rubs at his temples. "This music is fucking awful."

"Oh, don't be such a boomer, Joey," Nicole teases, happy to abandon her own irritability if it means she gets to rub Joey's face in his. He mouths for her to shut up and Nicole responds by turning around to snap a selfie. She winks at you after sending the photo off to Bridgette, a secret between the two of you that she actually agrees with Joey more than he'll ever know. You choke down a laugh as you sit next to Ruby, letting Nicole sidle up to Brad and grab the two drinks he ordered for you both.

"Where's the birthday boy?" you ask and Ruby nods towards the dance floor. It's easy to spot Nico with his signature red bandana, though you don't know the cute blond girl he's dancing with. The burn of a blush creeps up your neck as you linger on Nico's hand clutching at the girl's side, ashamed that you notice the way his eyes rake down her figure. Besides him is Pickles, bouncing around like a pinball and dancing, presumably, with himself. That, at least, makes you smile.

"Bottoms up!" Nicole announces, handing a shot off to you. Her and Ruby share a terse smile. You wish they'd get along better, they are so incredibly alike.

You down the shot, letting the warm burn fill you. "Next one's on me!" you say, putting the glass down on the table and standing. "Anyone gonna dance?"

Ruby stills and Nicole proclaims she's not ready, turning back towards the bar to get another drink. Brad scans the crowd, though his eyes seem to trail after Nicole as she flirts with the bartender.

"Joey?"

The chef shakes his head. "Sorry, sunshine, as soon as this beer's done I'm out of here." He shakes his half full bottle of Coors at you. You put your hands on your hips, feigning appall. "You're all boring." With that, you jump into the crowd next to Pickles and bump your hip into his in time with the music.

"Y/N!!!" Pickles beams, flinging his arms around you and squeezing. "I'm so happy you're here!"

You squeeze Pickles just as hard, then take his hand to let him twirl you around. As you spin your eyes lock with Nico's, unaware that he'd even noticed you were here. You smile at him over Pickles' shoulder, and his lips pull into that lazy half-grin he sometimes gives you from behind the line. The blond he is with is lightning fast though, putting her hands on either side of his face to pull his focus back to her.

Your chest tightens, but the music changes to a song with a fast bass that dissolves the knots forming. You grab onto Pickles' hands and you jump together while sing-screaming the lyrics at each other. This goes on for awhile, the songs bleeding into each other, each one hyping you and Pickles up more and more.

The latest song begins to fade and Pickles leans into you, panting. "I need water."

You nod in agreement, fanning yourself with the neck of your shirt. Hands entwined, Pickles pulls you off the dance floor. Ruby and Joey are exactly where you'd left them, a few more beer bottles discarded around the table and hands waving wildly as they argue about something. Nicole stands a few feet away, back leisurely pressed against the bar. She's making exaggerated expressions over her espresso martini glass. You follow her eye line as you press up to the bar next to her and realize she is silently judging Brad's dance partner. Brad's eyebrows react back to her, and though not a word passes either of their lips, they are having a full blown conversation. Gracefully, Brad untangles himself from the girl, walking back over to Nicole in defeat. "I didn't think she was that bad."

"I didn't say a word," Nicole responds, smugly.

Barely hiding a smirk as the bartender approaches, you ask for two waters, handing a cup over to Pickles when they're given to you. The song changes just as the water hits your lips. The familiar opening bars to a Queen song fills the club. You turn to Pickles, eyes meeting each other in pure delight and the water cups are immediately discarded. "Oh we're ALL dancing to this one!" You proclaim, latching onto Nicole and Brad's wrists. You pull them forward, pushing them to follow Pickles onto the floor before you turn on Ruby and Joey. "You guys too, let's go! C'mon Joseph!" Ruby gets up, feigning reluctance as she lets you prod her along while you pull Joey by the crook of his elbow onto the floor with you.

You meet the others just in time to hear the girl Nico had been dancing with pout over the song being lame. She leaves when she realizes Nico's attention is totally lost for the moment. The song may not be her thing, but it also probably didn't help the way Pickles was jumping on top of Nico with abandon, holding absolutely no regard for her attempt to continue grinding. You all surround Nico, singing at the top of your lungs and jostling him in the middle of your mini mosh pit. Even Joey belts out a few words and plays air drums along with Nico's air guitar. Nicole catches it all on video, instantly sending it to Bridgette.

"Alright, alright. I'm outta here," Joey says as the song ends, waving his hands in front of his chest when you groan in protest. He pulls Nico in for an overly aggressive hug and slap on the back. "And don't any of yous be late tomorrow. I'm not dealing with a Terry temper tantrum." A chorus of 'bye Joey' and eye rolls reply to him.

"I'm heading out too. Happy Birthday," Ruby adds, a near smile hinting at her lips before following her boss towards the exit.

"Need. Water." Pickles pants again and heads back to the bar, just as the blond girl re-enters and takes up Pickles' spot next to Nico. Nicole and Brad, who have somehow gotten into an argument about how to make a proper gin martini, are so lost in their own bickering that they haven't noticed the crowd jostling around them. You stand awkwardly next to them, not wanting to get involved but feeling like you can't exactly escape either. Holding your arms across your chest, you sway uncertainly.

A hand find yours, and you look over your shoulder to see Nico tugging you back towards him. "It's not too early to cash in on a birthday dance is it?" He smiles at you in that aloof way, his eyes focusing in on you. A question bubbles on your tongue, wanting to know where the blond went but you decide you'd rather not know. "No, not too early. Right on time, I think," you smile back, fitting your arms around his neck.

His left hand is soft against your lower back, fingers guiding you to sway back and forth in time with the music. You're moving slow, the beat lost as you can feel the inches between you and Nico closing. The club is nothing but Nico's dark eyes swallowing you, the weight of his arms pulling around you until you're poised to meld together. You can't take the heat of Nico's eyes on you anymore so you hide against his collarbone, eyes shutting and letting the smell of earth and smoke on his shirt collar encompass your whole world. You're not sure if the thrumming you feel is the bass or your own heart, if you're still dancing or just standing still wrapped up in Nico's arms.

Suddenly you're knocked backwards, stumbling over your own feet until you hit up against someone. "Hey!" a voice shouts, indignant and you mumble an apology as you try to find reality again. "What the fuck, man," Nico's saying, head turning to glare at the man who'd shoved him and caused you to nearly fall on your ass. The guy is standing over him, absolutely beaming. When Nico finally sees him, he starts laughing. "Oh! Yo, I almost fucked you up man!" The two start shoving each other, albeit playfully, as more guys surround Nico, shouldering anyone, including you, out of the way to land punches and smacks on Nico's shoulder and stomach.

You feel disoriented, discarded even, as you slowly find your way back to the edge of the dance floor. You find the others there, all looking towards the sea of newcomers that have swallowed Nico. "Who are those guys?" you ask, hating how defeated your voice sounds.

"I think they used to work with Nico at Waffle House, at least some of them did," Pickles informs you. You try not to watch him assess you, ignoring the slight frown he wears as he turns to the bar to order another water. You drink it slowly when he hands it to you, watching the amorphous blob of raucous men completely take over the dance floor.

"And that's my cue to leave," Nicole asserts. "Ready?" she looks at you expectantly.

You should leave. You know this in the way you feel cold and unsure and slightly humiliated but you can't ignore that something just opened up between you and Nico. You're not quite ready to leave whatever that is behind yet.

"I'll drive you home," Brad interjects, saving you from having to say anything at all. You're not sure if he could sense your hesitation or if he was just looking for an opening of his own, but you're grateful nonetheless. As long as Nicole agrees.

Her eyes flit to Brad, assessing him with the quickness of a hummingbird's wings. "Let's go then," she says as if it's a challenge, daring Brad to follow through on something unspoken. You watch them disappear, Brad's hand hovering at the small of Nicole's back as she leads them through the crowd.

Next to you, Pickles rifles through his front jean pocket. He pulls out a bag of Skittles, pours some into his hands and offers them to you. "You don't have to stay for me you know," he chirps, "I told Nico I'd drive him home so I'm here for the long run."

You shove the Skittles into your mouth, the candy sticking to your teeth. You look towards the dance floor, watching the group of men you don't know chatting up different girls and pointing them towards Nico. You fix a smile on your face for Pickles. "I'm having too much fun to leave."

Pickles nods, giving you a look that's somewhere between skepticism and pity. You sigh, letting your shoulders sag and the pit in your stomach swallow you down with its full weight before putting your hand back out for Pickles to fill with more candy. Instead you feel a warm weight in your hand. You look up to see Nico, hand wrapping around yours. "You're still here," he's beaming at you, though his eyes are so glassy you're not sure how he can even see you clearly.

"Yeah," you answer softly, wishing you could stop the smile that's spreading from cheek to cheek.

"I think you need water," Pickles says after assessing Nico's wobbly stance, excusing himself from the table. Nico's still standing over you, hand in yours. "Our dance got interrupted," he says, his signature lazy laugh chasing after his words. He starts to move to the music that's playing, eyes slowly shutting. A heavy arm slams into his shoulder, and in the startle Nico slips his hand away from yours.

"You gonna introduce me?" It's the same guy that shoved into Nico while you two were dancing. His eyes waggle towards you in a way that makes you recoil.

"Oh uh, Carmine this is--"

He interrupts before Nico can finish. "No, let me guess. Nicole, right? Or are you Amber?"

You frown. "Neither. Actually, you just missed Nicole."

"Damn!" Carmine snaps his finger. "I really wanted to see the hottie my boy won't shut up about it."

"Bro," Nico says, with what could be a glare if his eyes were alert at all.

"Nah, I mean, you're cute too, don't get me wrong. What's your name sweetheart?"

"I'm nobody," you answer, hastily. "And I'm leaving so…have a good night. It was nice to meet you." You stand, ignoring the hushed way Nico tries to stall you. You put a hand on his shoulder to stop his fretting. "Happy birthday, Nico." You lean in, landing a soft, barely there kiss to his cheek. Eyes glued to the exit sign, you walk as fast as you can towards it before you completely lose your composure. You even ignore Pickles when he calls your name, pretending not to hear the way he asks Nico what happened to make you run off.

You look back at the dance floor quickly, noticing Nico's red bandana bob and sway in the crowd. You leave before it gets too close. The cold air outside hits you in the face like a brick, clearing your senses and leaving you with a weird empty feeling. Like you had something in the palm of your hand but it's slipped through your fingers. You walk a few feet, until the music is no longer drumming in your ears, and lean against the wall of a closed Chinese takeout. Your hands brace against your knees and you let yourself breathe. You can feel tears start to prick at your eyes but you're too drained to fight them off. You can't help but wonder what the hell that was all about. Your feelings for Nico aren't entirely a secret to anyone, certainly not to yourself, though you hope you've always held your composure well enough. You're always hiding your blushing cheeks when he flirts and batting away Nicole and Amber's teasing when they catch you smiling to yourself after leaving the kitchen. But you always held it arm's length, knowing it was all just part of the fun with Nico. It can't ever be serious with him, it just can't be.

"Y/N."

His voice is like a rasps against the wind. You brush your eyes quickly, straightening up as Nico jogs haphazardly towards you.

"Why'd you leave so fast?" he says, breathing heavy as he catches up to you.

"Sorry, yeah, I um, I didn't realize how late it was," you lie.

"Are you mad or somethin'?"

You shake your head as he contemplates you. Eventually he leans against the wall next to you, pulling his vape out for a long pull, as if that's going to help him breathe any easier.

You shrug one shoulder up. "I didn't want to overstay my welcome, is all," you admit quietly, trying to escape the track of his eyes on you. His lids are heavy almost closing as he rests his head back against the wall, yet he won't take his eyes off you. "Not possible for you to do that."

"I have to go, Nico." You say gently.

"Don't." Nico says, hand finding yours again. Entwining your fingers together, Nico tugs you towards him and you oblige, leaning against your side so you're facing him. His head falls into the crook of your neck and you can feel him nuzzling against the sensitive skin there.

"Nico," you protest without any real harshness or edge to your tone. Just a sadness that you can't mask the way you normally would.

"Stay," he pleads, hand trailing down your back. "Everyone else can leave, if it means you'll stay." His words murmur against your skin. Lips press against the side of your neck so gentle you're not sure you really feel anything at all. You sigh as he moves further up, letting him land soft little kisses up your neck to the nape of your ear. He nips at your lobe and that's when you have to push him away.

"Nico," you say firmly, putting a hand against his chest to make distance. He smirks as his head lolls back against the brick wall.

"C'mon baby," his hand hooks around your wrist, thumb running gentle circles. "I know you want me."

Your heart drops, sinking into the deepest pit of your stomach. You wretch away from him. "Don't be an asshole."

Nico's bloodshot eyes widen and he shakes his head as he stumbles forward trying to cling onto you again. "No, no, no. I want it too. YOU, I mean, I want YOU too."

He's holding onto your wrists, knees slightly bent as he sways in the non-existent wind. You're afraid he's going to fall down and you won't have the strength to pick him up so you walk him back towards the wall so he can lean against it. You try to pull your hand from him but he just holds on even tighter. "It's your birthday, you're drunk and you're just trying to get laid. There's a million girls in that club that would be happy to go home with you. Please don't do this to me, Nico. It's not fair. "

"They're not you. I don't want them."

"You don't want me either!" you laugh, incredulously.

Nico's mouth drops open, eyebrows shooting straight up as if they're going to hide in his bandana. "You're all I want!" You don't know how to respond to that. You stare back towards the club hoping Pickles or Carmine or someone will appear and come take him away so you can just go home and forget this entire night happened.

"I like you SO much," Nico confesses, eyes still wide and words slurring together. "Like, I haven't even quit once since you started working. Every time I get to see you it makes all the like bullshit worth it. I know it's kinda crazy, you and me. You deserve a lot better."

All the wind knocks out of you. You try to process what Nico is saying, justify it against the way his eyes glaze over with alcohol and weed. "You're drunk," you say again, an explanation.

"Yeah," he smiles, lopsided. "No way I'd ever tell you this shit if I wasn't."

And though his eyes are barely open there's a sincerity to his words. "You know," he continues, "I've seen our future, if we like, try this. It's all good baby, just me and you forever. 'Till the four kids of course."

"Four?" you laugh,"That seems like a lot."

"Okay maybe two, and a cat named Lucy."

"I'd like a cat," you smile, leaning against him as Nico wraps his arms around your waist. You can feel the stretch of his smile against your cheek as he spreads kisses across your face. He moves closer to your mouth and you can feel his lips reach out for yours. You catch his head between your palms. "Not while you're drunk," you reprimand gently.

"That's fair. I can fuck with that," Nico smiles. "Tomorrow then. I'm taking out for breakfast before our shift and I'mma kiss the shit out of you."

"Sure," you smile back. "IF you remember any of this."

"Oh, baby, I'll never forget it."

Nico grabs you, picking you up off the ground as he twirls you just slightly. You're a little afraid you're both going to fall and tumble to the ground but he makes it around a little half circle before setting you back down. You throw your arms around his neck, holding him close as he nuzzles deep against your cheek.

Your phone pings, notifying you of a text. You pull it out from your purse, swiping it open while Nico continues to nestle into you. It's from Nicole, a picture of she took of you and Nico dancing. In it you're pressed against him, face hidden in his collar as he looks down on you with an expression of pure serenity. Looking at it you can't help the butterflies that swarm within you. You hold Nico even tighter, hiding your big, wide grin against his hair.

#bistro huddy #headcannons #nico x reader #god i hope there's somebody out there who wants this beside me hahahahhaa

[tarotwithdanise]

Your future best friend's personality

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Pile one

This is someone who already on their spiritual awakening. They are someone who you can't just tricked and fooled easily, this person makes you think twice of all your actions. They are smart people, if you play trick ways, they will know it immediately without any hesitation because they are mastermind. You will meet this person to any spiritual groups and places. It can be that this is where they work or they're someone who used to teach others. People come at them to ask for their advices, they're great mentor. They like to inspire and be inspired. They might come off as mysterious and secretive individual too. You two will create a strong foundation of friendships. It's not yet the right time to reveal themselves fully to you. But all of i had said was the highlights of them.

Pile two

-this gonna be long compared to previous pile, this person is like an open book.

If I were describe this person, they always look at the bigger picture. Most likely, this is is someone who have vision board or they already have an idea what they want to be in the future. Most likely this person is someone who have a young spirit or probably younger than you. They enjoy and love to try new things, they're adventurous and brave individual. They're quite rare individual and ready for any change that surrounds them, in fact they're risk taker and will enjoy traveling around and across each country - they're adventurous individual. I see that they're talkative individual, someone who likes to share their MU's and crushes to you. They're typically jolly and has an extrovert personality, they like encouraging people. If I am not mistaken this person is probably the one who will try to get you out of your comfort zone. I picking up a strong masculine energy so they maybe a boy? but they can also be a girl that just embodied a masculinity. The cons of their traits is that, they experience unstable mental health and might have a very childish attitude, they probably has a lot of break downs with their past that's why. It's like they see their past self to you, that's why they're trying their best to help you as they can with pure intention.

They might be young but their experiences is level up into the next level that most of their ages doesn't yet uncover. I do also see here that even though they not really a ‘star pupil’ or a ‘straight A's pupil’ their classmates or their co-workers likes them to be their leader ; someone who will guide and lead them into a project or teamwork. Some people feels very irritated towards them because they're very jolly, hyper and friendly, somehow their friendliness can affect you because you only have them while they have many choices but what's more interesting here is that they're longing always for your presence, you maybe way more matured and intelligent when it's comes to logic rather than them so this is one of reason why few people take an advantage to their innocent and kindness. And what else? They prefer and like more to share their problems and secrets to you more rather than to their other friends. Like they typically see you as their only lifetime best friend while the rest of their friends is temporary. You tickled this person heart, you got their full trust. This feels like a friendship between a straight forward and trash talker person with their wild and funny friend.

Pile three

This is someone who maybe from a well-off family, it's either the relationship with their family is okay or in other way, it's broken. This is someone who is same age as yours, they likes traveling whether inside or outside of country. They also likes country music and artists. They are not emotionally stable and may need someone to lean on. It's hard for them to somehow find balance between two choices. This friendship may lead from friends to lovers, if both of you will pursued this connection. They may not be good at decision making but they are kind person and will do everything to share the life they have to their friends and other people. This person might own atleast one pet at their home and probably someone who may like the color of black. They maybe act spoiled and stupid sometimes but they're totally kind, it's just they used to act one. They may have an unpredictable nature and maybe someone who hold a lot of responsibilities even though they can't.

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[syninplays]

So uhm... I did a thing...

✨Character Info Template✨

Been meaning to do this a long time ago (and actually started it but never finished it, lol) as a way to share some more information about my ocs without needing to use a custom page theme, but mostly because I haven't found any page theme that looks exactly as I want and allows this much customization.

There are two versions and both are almost exactly the same; but the example shown in the left has an 'appearance' section which is small and has few quick facts regarding the oc's appearance; while the example on the right has a 'moodboard' section instead which allows you to add more info about your oc.

You can change every section/title to fit your needs like I did in the examples below; I personally removed some categories as well and got rid of some connections as this oc doesn't have that many close friends/partners to fill the original template. However, I also included an extra separated 'connections' section in the download in case you want to add more people and more information.

I recommend you stick to square-shaped pictures so it's easier to fit them to each section. Also if and when you edit the information or section titles, please select only one line at a time to replace it so you don't lose the text format. (Titles shouldn't change because that's a single format/font within the same text box, but should it change you can always hit ctrl+z hehe) When you're done, I strongly recommend you save this as a .png instead of .jpg so it's the best possible quality!

Last but not least, this is a .psd file. So you'll need either Photoshop (I did this with Photoshop Portable, but it supports newer versions of PS and it *should* support older versions too) or Photopea to open and edit this file.

Credits: Adobe Photoshop, Inter font, Golften Vintage font

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More info on how to use and edit this template below the cut!

Layers:

>Each layer is properly named and categorized. The general layers such as the background, the icon shape and background shapes are under the groups.

>If you don't want to see/don't need one of the connections' pictures and information, I recommend you find which one it is (1, 2, 3, 4, 5 or 6) and click on the eye symbol next to the layer to hide it so that way if you ever need it, it won't be truly gone.

>To edit a text section, simply find the layer (such as General Information>Left Column) and double click on the 'T' symbol next to the layer. That way it will open edit mode and allow you to edit the text, just don't hit delete or enter while everything is selected or you'll erase it :p

>Main text sections aren't separated, they're blocks of text. I recommend you don't remove the amount (for example, if you downloaded the version with the 'appearance' section, which has 5 sections of information, don't remove the fifth line.) Either leave it empty or replace it with another data, otherwise it will look weird. The 'general information' section might look good even if you remove a few lines, just don't get rid of the whole block of text.

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>To add a new picture, simply paste it over this document and move it using the Move Tool.

>To frame it (so it becomes a circle or fits over the shape you want), make sure the picture layer is over the layer you want, then while holding alt click between the two layers. [For example, if you want to add a new main oc picture: 1) paste the pic you want, 2) move it with the Move Tool so it's covering the big circle, 3) once you've fully covered the shape (if it isn't you can resize it by right clicking on it then on 'free transform', sometimes you might need to hold shift to proportionally resize it) make sure the newly pasted pic layer is over the layer named "picture goes here", 4) hold the alt key and hover your mouse cursor over the line between your pic layer and the circle layer until you see an arrow going down symbol, once you see it click it and tah dah! your picture should now have the same shape as the circle! - you can further move it if it doesn't fit the way you want with the Move Tool (;

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>I can't think of anything else that needs to be said here, but if you have any other question feel free to send me an ask or dm and I'll help you out!

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[blues824]

Housewardens+Jamil with a fem! s/o that opens a dessert cafe at the school to make some cash.

These came out very short, I’m sorry. Also, I’m naming this unofficial dessert cafe ‘Crooks and Nannies’ because that’s how Doc the Dwarf (Snow White and the Seven Dwarves) butchered ‘nooks and crannies’.

Riddle Rosehearts becomes a regular. We all know he has a very big sweet tooth, so this was to be expected. He thought that Trey’s treats had nothing against yours. You inspire him to support small businesses, since they were usually the places that had the best goods.

He doesn’t really complain if you have high prices. With how much attention you give to each individual thing you make, it’s no wonder. Plus, you had to make some profit so that you could pay Crowley to keep your shop running.

Leona Kingscholar doesn’t really have a sweet tooth, but like everyone else he has those moments where he just needs something sweet to finish his meal with. That’s where you come in. He swears by his kingdom that you made the best sweets.

Another person who doesn’t complain about high prices. He is a literal prince, so he has riches in amounts that people could never comprehend. In fact, he donates money to your dessert cafe just to make sure you never shut down.

Azul Ashengrotto sees you as competition at first. However, you bring up something that could bring you both profit. If you both were to partner with each other, Crooks and Nannies with the Mostro Lounge, more people would see it and visit both shops more often.

With this partnership, prices lowered significantly on both parts because you both now had the funds to do so. This meant even more profit. This also meant that Crowley would be making more money as well. It’s a win-win-win situation!

Kalim Al-Asim becomes another regular. He loves when you make tropical-themed desserts to sell because he loves the flavor of the fruits you incorporate, especially coconut. You always have at least one batch of some sort of dessert for him to pick up.

Yet another person who does not complain about high prices. He descends from a long line of merchants, so his family has accumulated wealth throughout the decades. He becomes a major donor to your small business and fully supports you.

Jamil Viper also doesn’t have that much of a sweet tooth. However, you sometimes make savory treats for people who prefer salty rather than sweet foods. You often make egg cups with a topping that depends on the person who called in the order. It wasn’t on your normal menu, but Jamil knew that it was a secret of yours.

He understands the high prices, but he doesn’t particularly like them. He handles the finances for Scarabia, so he doesn’t become a regular. When he does go to you, it’s usually a large order for his whole dorm or because Kalim did good on something.

Vil Schoenheit doesn’t become a regular. He knows that you have options for many different dietary restrictions, so that’s not the issue. The issue is time. He doesn’t have a lot of time to stop by somewhere and get something. However, when he does have the time, he will post a picture of his dessert on his Magicam while tagging the cafe’s account.

He likes to take over the promotion part of your business. While that in itself is a huge contribution, he also donates a lot (not most, just a lot) of his revenue from being an actor to the cafe. That way you can get top-quality equipment and ingredients.

Idia Shroud constantly orders from your cafe online. You have a delivery option, and he hates going places; it works out. In addition to that, he has a huge sweet tooth. Every week, you have a special dessert and he is the first to put in an order for it.

He comes from a very rich family, so he doesn’t really look at prices. He just clicks ‘checkout’ and fills in his information. He likes to make donations from time to time (which is whenever he makes an order) to show his support.

Malleus Draconia wants to become a regular, but can’t because of his retainers. His favorite desserts are either the mochi you make or the soft-serve ice cream you make. He doesn’t have a favorite flavor for either, and when he visits late at night he will tell you to surprise him. He most definitely donates a ton of money. You don’t have to worry about financial complications for the next millennium, alright? And that’s after you upgrade all of your equipment. He also wants you to have the best-quality items just so it’s easier on you. You also have more room in the budget to hire help.

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[1lenii]

Hiii, another fellow latina here~ would you mind writing a Miles (E-42) based on the song Wish you were sober by Conan Gray with a Latina reader please? Maybe friends to lover trope 👀

✮I meant it✮

Miles G Morales x F!Latina!Reader

✮Hope this meets the expectations of what you were expecting! And I hope you don’t mind but I got sorta of a ‘fancy’ party theme so—

✮Synopsis: Attending a party with your lightweight Best friend Miles

✮ Trope: Friends to Lovers

✮This song is now in my playlist thank you anon<3

✮Might be angsty or sappy but hopefully I was able to balance the two

Ntm on the pictures PLEASE.

⚠️drinking, drunk driving(JS TISPSY)❗️WE ARE AGED UP❗️, catcalling maybe(?) and probably something else I missed, and not proofread-

ALOT. OF. SPANISH. Have a translator at hand at all times<3

CHECK OUT MY OTHER WORKS: MASTERLIST

✮WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, Enjoy<3

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It was 7:18pm on a Saturday, a warm summer evening, August 15 read the calendar, right under was “Tina’s Gala” written in purple ink from one of (Y/N)’s favorite pen.

“Ma, y yo tengo que ir?” (Do I have to go?)

“Si tú quieres, I don’t mind if you do or don’t” (if you want)

This conversation doesn’t last long, as Miles is currently helping (Y/N) into her body tight strapless dress that shimmers with each tug in the dim light of their newly bought and shared apartment.

(Y/N) adjusts the dress soothing out the wrinkles, taking a glance at the dry-cleaned three piece suit, she got for Miles, to then returning her gaze onto her self.

Miles on the other hand was contemplating if he should go while staring intently at the suit propped up on the closet door.

Miles glances to his left, feeling a dip of the bed next to him, he fully turns his head to look at (Y/N), seeing her mouth, mouthing some words but falling on deaf ears.

Miles is starstruck, taking in the sight of his best friend secret crush in the dimly lit room, how her curls bounce with each head motion, the way her eyes lights up and showed millions of stories, her melanin skin that glows even more with the highlights/concealer she has on her cheek bones, the way that perfect dress which matches his suit hugs her curves, and her—

“Hellooooo, earth to Miles” (Y/N) says waving her manicured hand in front of Miles, bringing the man of his trance

“Huh?”

“You weren’t even listening idiot”

“So repeat it dumbass” Miles said while flicking her forehead, just to then stand up to avoid the well known counter attack she would’ve done.

While rubbing the inflicted spot (Y/N) gets up and walks towards the closet where the suit is currently hanging, looking up at it

“I said if your gonna go be quick about cause I, well, WE have to leave in 20”

Sighing, Miles mumbles ‘fuck it’ before going over to the closet and treading over to the bathroom, soon closing the door with a *click*.

(Y/N) sighs, taking out her phone from the matching purse in Miles half of the room, opening instagram she clicks on Tina’s story

“My loves we getting lit tonightttt!!!, here at the Grand Tina’s I’m hosting a get together, EVERYBODY INVITED!!! The dress code is formal/fancy, and bring a date;), drinks and food will be provided”

(Y/N) clicks to the right, ‘another one?’ An imaginary sweat drop, forms on her hairline

“LEAVE THAT BEEF SHIT AT HOME!! We here to have funnn and b classy”

(Y/N) stares at the text on the story, mind drifting off to Miles as he has a tendency to pick at people who try and talk to you, wether it be ‘can I get your number’ or ‘you single’

*click* Miles steps out with his 3piece walking over casually as if he not about to crease the shit out of his blazer.

“guau que guapoo” (Y/N) claps to give off the impression of being impress, even though she was

“Yea yea, this guapo about to leave you ” he mumbles, starts checking himself out in the mirror before exiting the room to grab the car keys up to the front of the house

(Y/N) grabs her purse and quickly follows in pursuit only to be met with Miles offering her a hand to help her down the stairs, in which she takes.

Quickly exiting the lobby as fast as they entered it they were now outside.

“Wait here ma, a pretty girl shouldn’t have to walk”

“As me el favor, es no es na”

“And you still gonna listen, wait here”

(Y/N) lets him have the last words as she stares at his disappearing figure in the crowd of cars. No less than 3 minutes, and sure enough miles is in front of where (Y/N) is standing. Getting out of the car over to the passenger door to open it for her

“After you m’lady”

“Para de jugar”

“Y tu para de jugar conmigo”

(Y/N) laughs it off while getting in completely, letting Miles shut the door on her, while retreating to his side.

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•Soon enough they are at Grand Tina’s•

“(Y/N), mi amor, I’m so glad you made it”

Tina greets her with a hug and cheek kiss

(Y/N) doing the same

“Glad to be here, thank you for the invitation”

“And who’s this handsome guy you with? Is he your Boyfriend?”

“Mmnm na, he’s just my date”

“Miles, un placer” he’s says sticking his hand out to shake, which gets returned

“The pleasure is mine, please come in, we have drinks and food to the left of the establishment and the tables are to the center of the right wall”

Tina says before leading them inside, to go back to her post to greet more guests

*the song should be playing if it isnt*

(Y/N) and Miles walk towards the tables, claim one right the main stairs taking a seat and getting settled in

A while later (Y/N) gets called up by some associates who wanted to catch up

“You’ll be Oka here? Miles?”

“Yea yea, you go have fun mami I’ll see you when I see you” Miles says looking up from his phone and gives (Y/N) a warm smile from his usual stoic face

“Alright call me if you need me”

Miles laughs slightly with a “planning on it”

(Y/N) smiling along before walking over to her associates.

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It was now 10:27pm, (Y/N) was no where to be found, and Miles was now standing leaning on a near by wall, bored and uncomfortable out of his mind

‘Tch should’ve stayed home’

Miles was on his 2nd glass of wine as he witness the trading of drinks, couples drifting off to talk to other groups and a corner filled with a bunch of business based men

A waiter crosses his sights as he beckons him over requesting another glass of wine.

Glass In hand, then

another one,

then another one

trying to drown out the conversations of the other attendees

(Y/N) has finished everything there was on her imaginary list of interactions, now wandering around looking for miles, she catches sight of neatly braided twin braids, trying to make her way through the crowd with a bunch of ‘excuse me’ ‘sorry’.

‘Where she at’ ‘I wanna dip’ ‘I can’t anymore’ (social battery is officially at 0)

Thoughts being answered Miles mentally thank the lord, When he catches a glimpse a certain matching dress, he tried to walk towards the girl in question, just to stumble back onto the wall

“Bebiste mucho”

“No fue tanto”

“Se te vuele”

Miles avoids eyes contact with the shorter girl in front, Y/N is almost pressed on him as she tried to Tilt her head towards Miles line of sight, Miles once again avoiding it

“You sober enough to drive, cause I got it”

“Mmm” Miles response suddenly wrapping his arms around Y/N waist while leaning his head forward to rest on her shoulder

“Alright big guy cmon”

Leading Miles out and bidding farewells she pats Miles pockets for the key, clicking around on the buttons due to the lost memory of where Miles parked his ride

Marco polo-ing her way while supporting Miles with her shoulder and all her strength while leading him to the passenger seat, while then taking a U-turn to the drivers seat.

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Eventually reaching the apartment, and taking the elevator, with Miles her shoulder slurring a bunch of incompressible words they finally made it back home.

Y/N went straight towards the coach leaving miles stranded on the couch in the living room, returning to the front door to leave all the keys on the key holder.

“Y/Nnn~”

“Yeaa?”

“ComE baCk I miss yoU”

Y/N with a chuckle make her way to Miles room to get a change of clothes for herself which she now has on and as well as his own, now infront of miles she helps him get comfortable.

Y/N is now moving to his button up, unbuttoning the buttons from top to bottom tugging at his shoulders to tug the blazer and button up off

“Y/Nnn”

“Yes guapo, qué pasa”

“tE amo”

“Que-?” Y/N looks up at miles from her position besides him trying to confirm what she thought she heard, movements coming to a brief pause.

“Mami I love yoU”

“Te amo también”

Miles shuts his eyes and softly smiles content with the reciprocated feelings, while Y/N continues her movements from before going to haul a T-shirt of Miles well toned frame.

“Cmon, duérmete, lemme bring you a comforter”

As Y/N gets up, she gets stopped by a previously half lidded and currently wide eyed Miles he says “stay”

Who’s Y/N to reject his offer, she hesitantly tries to make sense of how she gonna fit, when she gets cut off in the process by being pulled in by Miles who’s already snuggling up to her and mumbling ‘you were taking to long’

Y/N gets comfortable melting into him and the couch, while mumbling ‘I wish you were sober..’ ‘Mayb it’s better if you weren’t’ before drifting off to sleep

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It’s already the next morning, and Miles is nowhere to be found, rubbing her eyes Y/N gets up looking around for the previously drunk man to find him the kitchen already at work to prepare breakfast

“Morning ma”

“…you shouldn’t be at the stove, doesn’t your head hurt”

“Nothing that’s gonna kill me” Miles shrugs

… there was a moment of silence before Miles broke it…

“You wished I was sober.” He stated

“What..”

“You wished that I was sober, how come?”miles says now fully facing Y/N

“Nada miles, nothing to note” Y/N hesitates remembering last nights events

“Nada? Enserio? Cause I seem to recall a little confession from my favorite” miles says making his way to Y/N who’s sitting down at the kitchen island, now hugging her sitting frame from behind

“I DIDNT want t-to—“

A now flustered Y/N is contemplating and panicking Till her nerves get replaced with words of confirmation

“I meant it.”

Y/N heart beats faster when Miles turns her around to press a kiss on her lips, firstly hovering looking for a sign of permission, which was given when Y/N leaned in first.

Passionately kissing, their first real interaction as future lovers.

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Authors note: I ACTUALLY DONT KNOW HOW INDID, feedback would b great<33 hope you enjoyed ofc<3

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[r0und3bitch]

BFF’s - Worst Behavior

Summary: You took something that belongs to Rafe but he doesn't want it back.

“Oh, I know where you got it— but I want to hear you say it…”

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!!!!! Best Friends Kink, Daddy Kink, Innocence Kink, possessiveness/jealousy, hair pulling/choking, cursing, dom/sub nature. Slutty 💘

Notes: My bratty baby!!!! Truly an absolute joy to write. She's a wild one and I love her to death! Let me know what you think, loves!!

Song Inspiration:

Drake - Worst Behavior

Jack Harlow & Lil Wayne - Poison

BFF's Masterlist

Rafe Cameron was dripping in sweat.

It was a sweltering hot afternoon on the Figure Eight as the unforgiving Carolina sun beat down on the Island Club Golf Course. 

He’d feigned annoyance when Kelce had mentioned playing a round today— until he pulled that beautiful little bag of white powder out of his pocket— Rafe’s kryptonite. 

His irritation quickly faded with each line Kelce bumped him, their swing significantly improving after each hole. That is, until his phone buzzed eagerly in his pocket, pulling him back from the shitty joke Topper was trying to make as he rolled his eyes and flipped the screen open, ready to tell whoever it was to fuck off—

That is…until he saw it. 

It took only once glance down at his phone, once clenched tightly in his large palm, now falling freely from his grasp as his brain short circuited. 

“Holy fuck—” 

He caught the phone in his other hand, his friends' heads whipping around at the outburst. 

“You good, bro?”

Good? Was he good? Or had his entire existence just faded away into nothing? 

You’d replied that you had plans for the day when he texted earlier that morning, pretending to not be annoyed by your short, standoffish answer. 

He didn’t realize your plans included this. 

His soul was breaking into a million pieces as he stared down at the mind bendingly, cataclysmically life altering picture of his best friend as another text quickly came through. 

FUCK! I did NOT mean to send that to you!

A simple misunderstanding melted to rage as Rafe took in your words, reading them only once more before the picture demanded his eyes attention again, making his dick twitch in his pants as he stared down at the girl he’d known his entire life— you. 

His best friend. His perfect, bratty, stubborn best friend— hair braided into attempted innocence, tongue curled up over those plump lips he’d more than once imagined shoving his cock down over the years, your absolutely perfect in literally every way, perky tits were hiked up to near impossible levels, somehow shoved and stuffed into the tiniest bikini Rafe had literally ever seen. 

And if all of that hadn’t already sent him to his near breaking point, it compared little to the complete downward spiral he went into when he registered the necklace dangling from that pretty little neck of yours. 

The necklace. 

What in the actual fuck it was doing dangling from your goddamn neck right now, Rafe hadn’t a clue as another text can’t through. 

I clicked the wrong chat!! 😰

If your first text didn’t sit well with him, the second one blanketed Rafe with that blood boiling, seeing red rage he was much too familiar with. He was seething. 

His jaw clenched down hard, tongue between his teeth so tight he could already taste the blood. 

Even though all he wanted to do was stare down at the picture all goddamn day, he swiped his phone closed, already jogging over to the golf cart, ready to tear down anyone and everything that stood in his way. 

“I’ve gotta go!”

“What the fuck!” He heard Topper yell over him. “We just started!”

Rafe wasn’t paying them any attention as he sped the cart away towards the club house. Once parked, he was out and near sprinting to his truck at this point, passing a group of guys on the way out of the Island Club who looked vaguely familiar, remembering them from somewhere in his long term memory, the mental image of you in that picture fully taking over his short term memory, demanding his full and undivided attention. 

It was a short drive to your house, the route memorized on auto pilot after all of these years. 

The second the truck was in park, he was throwing the door open, marching up to your front steps, his large fists slamming against the front door as loud as he possibly could— still seeing nothing but red. 

It was only seconds later the door was thrown open— revealing you before him. You’d had the decency to throw on a baggy, old Kildare Prep t-shirt but Rafe could still see the pink hues of the micro sized bikini you were sporting under the white fabric that hung loosely over all your curves— noticing with a nasty quirked eyebrow that you didn’t have any pants on. 

Your eyes bulged out of your head at the sight of him. 

“Rafe—what’re you doing—”

You let out a squeak when he pushed you both beyond the threshold, hand whipping back to slam the door closed as the other pushed against your abdomen— his one hand covering your entire front side— slamming you back against the wall as a near whimper fell from your lips. 

Growing up with Rafe, you were no stranger to his frequent, earth shattering anger and rage that could take hold of him. You were quite confident, as his eyes blazed down on you like he was ready to rip your head off, that although you’d spent nearly your whole life growing up with this boy— whatever or whoever was standing in front of you right now was unbeknownst to you— this was different. He was different. 

“What am I doing?” His tone was one of disbelief, as if he couldn’t fathom how you could even be asking him that right now. “What do you think you are doing, Y/N?”

“I think I should be the one asking you that, no?”

He was fully towering over you now, his head dipping down lower, inching closer to yours. The hand that wasn’t pressed tightly against your waist firmly planted on the wall behind you, allowing him to trap you in his arms. 

“Rafe, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to send—”

“I don’t want to fucking hear it, Y/N/N.”

His tone of voice was ice cold, the irritation with you so evident— you couldn’t help it when you felt the butterflies rise within you or the pool that gathered between your legs upon hearing your name. 

“I’m only going to ask you this once…” 

When you felt his chest press against you— so strong and firm you thought you could die— the breath came hollowing out of your lungs so deep Rafe could hear it, wondering what other kinds of sounds he could draw out of his best friend. 

“And don’t even fucking think about lying to me, because I’ll know…”

You involuntarily groan at his words. 

“Oh, I know where you got it— but I want to hear you say it…”

If Rafe wasn’t holding you up against the wall, you’d have surely fallen to the ground at his words, your knees all but threatening to give out as you guessed where this was going, heart racing at the thought. 

He slowly brought his hand up to the collar of your shirt, pulling it down to expose the necklace dangling off your pretty little neck— an image he thought he’d only see in his wildest dreams from the moment he’d bought it— the jeweled letters spelling out his name hitting a few specks of sunlight— casting rainbows across your glowing face. 

“Tell me where you got this fucking necklace, Y/N.”

An actual whimper left your lips this time. The sound spreading the most wicked, sinister grin across Rafe’s face. 

“Nuh uh, I need words. Now…”

Your heart was racing faster than ever before. You knew he knew the truth— and now he was going to make you say it. 

He couldn’t help himself when his hand came up to your neck, dying to touch and feel the necklace against your skin from the moment he saw it. His large hand grasped the entire side of your neck—you couldn’t help your mind from envisioning how it would feel to have them clench down and choke you— when you felt his thumb rub up the front of your throat, making your breath hike, as he sternly guided your chin upwards, demanding his eyes on yours— demanding an answer. 

“Y/N.”

The answer falls from your lips the second your name leaves his mouth. 

“I took it out of your backpack when I was over this weekend.”

And there it was. The truth that Rafe had known since the moment he saw that fucking photo pop up onto his phone screen. The necklace he’d bought (that he never thought would ever even see the light of day) surely wasn’t secured into his bag that he’d last left it in— it was dangling from his best friend's neck like a wet dream. His wet dream. The same one he’d always had for as long as he’d known you…

And although the truth was out, the harder question was yet to be answered, the one Rafe didn’t want to fucking hear but who’s brain demanded to know. 

You saw the muscles in his jaw twitch, only guessing what was coming next, his voice a growl in your ear, laced with accusation as he dipped his head down to your eye level. 

“And what stupid fucking asshole did you think you were going to send that photo to wearing my necklace, hmm?”

“Rafe, it doesn’t even matter—”

“No—” his voice was different this time, almost pleading in anger. “I want to hear you fucking say it.”

“Rafe…”

“Wrong name.” 

His voice sounded almost disgusted with you but his eyes still held the same pleading look. The same look you’d given into so many times throughout your friendship, why should this be any different. 

“Joey Hudson…”

Joey Hudson. Rafe’s mind flashed back to his hauling ass rush of leaving the Island Club only a short time ago, to the group of guys who seemed vaguely familiar as he passed, to Joey fucking Hudson sitting amongst them. 

Rafe walked right past the asshole. 

The lethal laugh that left his lips was anything but pleasant, the sound sending chills down your spine. 

“That fucking touron? You were sending that stupid fuck a picture in my necklace—”

Rafe should’ve known, well—he did know because he knew you. Yet he was too far drowning in his own fit of rage and jealousy to account for your inevitable bratty, resilient attitude. 

“Well I don’t know who your stupid fucking necklace was meant for but it looks better on me anyway.” 

There it was. That stupid, spoiled, infuriating, entitled attitude of yours that had been driving Rafe crazy (and haunting his dirtiest thoughts— often times while his hand was wrapped around his own cock) his entire life. 

He wanted to fucking scream. 

“That’s not possible.” 

His cool dismissal of your cockiness was a low blow you couldn’t ignore, your face twisting pathetically at his words, stubborn and unwilling to let him win as anger coursed through you, even if he did think the necklace would look better on some other bitch’s neck— that’s not the reason you took it. 

You’re spewing now, pulsating with hurt and anger at the thought of him giving this necklace to another girl, one of the many in his repertoire to choose from. 

“It looks better on me than any other stupid bitch you could’ve—”

You choke on your words as he removes his hand from the wall to clasp it down fully over your mouth. 

“That’s not possible because I bought it for you, you fucking brat.”

His hand only stays covering your mouth for a second as your eyes bulge from your head. The only reason you’d taken it from his bag had been due to the fit of jealous that literally consumed you the second you’d discovered it when snooping through his bag, expecting to find coke and instead finding that diamond studded five letter word sitting so pretty in that velvet box. 

Your mind blurs as you feel Rafe shove you into the small first floor bathroom right outside the foyer, hearing the door slam behind the two of you as the light flicks on. 

You’re both standing facing the large mirror, Rafe directly behind you as you catch his gaze in the glass. It’s haunting as he stares down at you, eyes full of something you haven't seen before— or maybe you had…

His hand tugs on the bottom of your t-shirt. 

“Take this off…”

Rafe Camerons tone always aired on the side of that dominating, arrogant, figure eight culture he’d grown up in—while this was no different, you could feel his words pool between your legs again, the hair on the back of your neck standing up. As sassy and infuriating as you absolutely loved to be with him, always pushing his buttons and driving him crazy. Right now… you wanted to obey him. 

You do as you’re told, taking the fabric in your grasp and slowly bringing it above your head, tossing it to the floor as you hear Rafe let out a shaky breath behind you. 

The picture you’d sent him quite literally paled in comparison to the real life image of you before him— complete and utter perfection. 

He was losing himself in the way parts of you fell out of the fabric at all the right places, at how your breasts were threatening to burst from the pathetic seams of the bikini and how your hardened nipples poked through, begging to be touched. 

His brain felt dizzy from seeing you like this, in ways he’d only dreamed of. 

Without thinking, your hand came up to touch the necklace, fingers gently grazing the letters Rafe was begging to hear you call him. 

His next words hit you straight to the gut, causing a wave of emotions you didn’t think remotely possible as his hand comes to push one of your braids over your shoulder to give him a better view. 

“Jesus Christ, I knew this necklace would look so beautiful on you the moment I bought it, baby.” 

Hearing him call you that feels like a dream come true, like a tidal wave crashing over you as you register his admittance of being physically attracted to you...not that you hadn’t already consciously been aware of that on some level. The whimper he hears come out of you only encourages him to go on, not like he could stop his own thoughts if he wanted to at this point. 

“I never dreamed you’d let Daddy see it on you though, Y/N/N…”

You’d heard that nickname of yours come out of his mouth hundreds if not thousands of times in your lifetime, yet hearing if paired with the name glittering from your neck— this time it sinks down deep in your soul, attaching itself to your deepest, darkest want: him. 

“Rafe…please”

Your plea for him was all he needed to hear. 

When Rafe’s lips press down into your shoulder, your eyes fluttered closed, head falling back lazily onto his chest, unable to stop the moan falling out of your mouth as his lips turn into your neck. 

“Look at me.”

Your eyes meet his in the mirror, only this time they hold a flame that sparks something deep within you, a switch that can be turned off. 

“Y/N…”

You feel his hands squeeze at your sides before feeling them travel up to the back of your neck, his two fingers easily untying the bow ties there as the straps immediately come falling to your sides, your breasts quite literally popping out of the strained fabric with such force you heard Rafe moan behind you, hearing that sound from him nearly orgasmic. 

It’s nothing compared to the look on his face right now though, eyes blown out beyond recognition, looking as if he might actually cry, as he devours every single inch of you. 

His voice is low in your ear once more, holding a dreamlike wonder before going back to his cool edge, refusing to break eye contact through the mirror. 

“Do you have any fucking clue how many times I’ve imagined this, imagined you like this?” 

He was so close to you now that when he grabs your waist and pulls you back, you feel him, how absolutely rock hard he is under his pants and you literally mewl over, the most helpless, whiny pout Rafe has ever seen in his entire fucking life taking over your face as you thrust your ass back at him, almost begging to feel more of him— as Rafe just repeats the same thought on loop—knowing what he’s always known.  

She’s going to be the fucking death of me. 

“God you’re so pretty it actually hurts, baby.”

“Rafe...”

He feels your hands reach back, frantically trying to grasp his t-shirt in your palms and he watches goosebumps rise over your breasts, making your nipples perk up to unbelievable heights as he hears you whine again, his words coyly meant to shush you. 

“Shhhhh… I know, Y/N. I feel it too.”

Your mind blows apart when he confirms it— confirms your sickest, most desperate dreams you’d never thought possible. He feels it too. 

He loves the feeling of you tugging at his shirt so much, confirming you want it just as bad as he does as he finally brings his hands up your side, hands feeling like heaven as he grabs at each of your breasts, watching as he rolls and pinches your nipples between his fingers, absolutely loving watching the way your face contorts wildly, shivers running up and down your body at the feeling.

Rafe feels you tremble slightly in his arms, grin threatening to take over his face as he watches your chest rise and fall rapidly. You were falling apart in his arms and god damn he loved every single second of it— every single moment of being the one to cause you to do so. 

“You like the way that feels, hmm?”

You couldn’t respond if you wanted to, words lodged down deep into your throat where his dick should be.  

But Rafe didn’t need a response, he knew. 

“I’ve known you your whole life, Y/N” as his hands grab at every part of you, blissed out from finally getting to touch you like this after all these years, scared he’s going to wake up and it all won’t be real. 

The thoughts tormenting him of Joey fucking Hudson’s hands touching you instead of his own come piercing through his mind, making his blood boil, venom dripping from his next words. 

“You really think some touron fucking idiot here for the summer knows you better than your best friend? Knows their way around your body better than me?”

You find your voice in that moment, coming out more of a pout than anything, lost in his words, not realizing his hands trailing down lower and lower. 

“You’ve never even touched me like this before…”

“Yeah, and look at how fucking wet you are for me, sweetheart.”

You almost screamed when you felt his fingers brush past the fabric of your bikini bottoms, sliding over your clit, gliding back and forth with such ease due to the actual pool of liquid gathered there like a prized trophy on display for him, wanting nothing more than to show him what he was doing to you. 

“Oh my god, Rafe.” Your voice coming out breathy and heavy. 

You feel empty when he removes his hand all too quick, needing, begging to feel him again as his cool voice hits your ear drums again, feeling like you’re drunk. 

“Turn around.”

When you do, you half expect him to demand you drop your knees, which is exactly why your jaw fully falls to the floor when he drops to his before you, looking up you in such a way you’re not sure how you’re still standing, gulping at the sight of him, lips slightly set in a pout but face determined as his hands come up to your hips. 

His tongue flicks out slowly between his teeth before licking both of his lips like he’s starved as he pulls your bikini down your legs, leaving you standing there before him in nothing but the necklace. Rafe couldve came at the sight alone, memorized by the glittered letters— memorized by you. 

You felt his breath fan your core as he tosses your bikini to the floor but not before seeing the giant wet mark you he made in them, filling him with such a sense of pride and newfound possessiveness over you. 

“Spread your legs open for me just a little bit…”

His middle finger only comes up to toy with your clit, his finger pad just barely hitting your bud as you throw your head back, not fully giving you what you want but the sensation alone involuntarily making your legs open wider as he chuckles to himself. 

“Good girl. If I don’t at least taste a little bit of you right now, I’m gonna fucking die—”

Rafe Cameron—your best friends tongue attaches itself to your core as you white knuckle grip down on the counter for dear life— you would’ve given absolutely anything to him in this moment— would’ve laid your life out on the line if it meant having him make you feel like this. 

He groans when he finally tastes you, confirming what he’s always known; you’re straight poison—a drug he’d willingly overdose on— eyes rolling into the back of his head at how unbelievably sweet he just fucking knew you’d be. 

Now that he’d had a taste— he needs more. He needs everything. 

His mouth slowly makes its way up, hovering over your stomach and then your chest…

His lips came up to your perfectly perked up nipples, literally begging to be played with as you felt it being sucked firmly between his lips, felt the tip of his tongue flick back and forth over the hardened nub before the back arching feeling of it grazing his teeth— his eyes looking up at you at that exact moment— the way he was looking at you should be illegal. 

Rafe Cameron’s mouth had been nearly everywhere on you. It had touched the most intimate parts of your body, parts you still couldn’t believe it was real. 

Yet as he towered back over you and his lips came closer to yours, you felt your lungs nearly collapse. 

You’d dreamed about this moment entirely too many times, had thought of him on far too many occasions— both in private and in public. What those beautiful lips could do to you. What they now had done to you…

With one final look down on you— reliving nearly every memory from the moment he’d met you till this exact moment in time— he leaned forward and made all of his wildest dreams come true. 

The moment you felt Rafe’s lips on yours, you knew. You knew this was it. 

This was why you had stolen the necklace without a second thought upon finding it. Hell, you knew this was why Rafe had bought the necklace. 

Rafe was your best friend. You knew & he knew. This was how it should feel, how it could feel, how it does feel. 

The taste of your lips on his is was so sweet, entirely too sweet for his bratty, know it all, had to always be right, best friend. He knows better. He knows you better. 

Yet his brain still almost goes into a fit of shock when he feels you pull his bottom lip between your teeth, your tongue rolling over it threatening to make Rafe’s whole body shake. When he feels you bite down, his hand reaches up to grab at one of your braids instinctively within seconds, yanking you back briefly— the feeling utterly delicious— before pulling the braid closer to him, pulling you closer to him, demanding to taste more of you. 

His face held no trace of a smile as he looked down on you, but the rushing effect it had when paired with his next words were all the same. 

“Bend over.”  

You don’t move a muscle, not fully being able to register his words as his gaze grows grim. 

“I—”

He doesn’t use his words, only his hands this time as he grabs your waist and spins you so quickly you feel like you have whiplash, now facing the mirror again as he grabs your braid and pulls you flush against him so he can growl in your ear. 

“Are you gonna bend the fuck over the counter for me baby or am I gonna have to ask you again?”

“Don’t be a brat, Y/N/N. I know you. I know you want to do as you’re told. I know you just want to be my good girl.”

Rafe had always been able to read straight through you, one of his more frustrating traits— his mind always crystal clear when it came to you. 

He’s foaming at the mouth as he watches you sink your hands to the back of the bathroom counter, allowing your body to fall slowly forward onto the hard surface as your legs are spread wide open, ass and pussy on full display for him as Rafe takes in the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. 

You’d expected him to take you right then and there— not bend down to his knees for the second time as he literally coos at you. 

He knew exactly what you needed at that moment. 

“Mmmmm, nice and slow sweetheart. I’ve only dreamed about how tight this pussy is, now I want proof.”

You let out an unholy whimper as his fingers slid across your clit, causing shockwaves down your spine before you felt his fingers at your entrance, slowly sliding between your lips, feeling the delicious feeling of them spreading you open, of him filling you up. 

You gasp as he slowly pushes two fingers deep into your pussy that’s so perfectly on display while you’re bent over, the sight alone making him almost drool. His fingers fill you in ways you didn’t think possible and when you feel his cool ring finger slide inside you, you clench down hard on him making both of you gasp out loud. 

“God damn, Y/N…”

Rafe is confident he’s never been more turned on his whole life, his dick so hard against his pants it almost hurts. He could honestly cry right now as he looks at his fingers, as he feels your soft insides clench tightly around him, pussy so wet and beautiful and needy for him. 

“I didn’t get a good enough taste last time, Y/N/N.”

Rafe feels and sees the pool of arousal gather around his fingers and soak out of you at his words, making his eyes roll to the back of his head at how perfect it all is— at how perfect you were— at how perfect you had always been. 

“You are you gonna let Daddy taste you again, baby?” 

“Pleaseeeeee, Rafe…please”

The helplessness in your voice tugs at something deep within him, a newfound sense of purpose. 

“I know baby girl, so good—”

Rafe wasn’t even making sense at this point; your pussy drawing nearer to his lips putting him under a spell as you felt his mouth dive deep into you, tongue tracing undecipherable love letters into your clit making you shriek out loudly, letting all your body weight fall heavy against the countertop, the cold feeling of the granite against your burning hot skin the most perfect, damning feeling as Rafe flicked your clit back and forth across his tongue at a relentless pace. 

You’d heard stories of Rafe’s history and experience through the grapevine on the island— the gossip and talk nearly inevitable given his track record. 

Yet you couldn’t ever believe it could feel like this. That it could literally feel like god himself was between your legs right now, sending you into the heavens above happily as he devoured you. 

“Oh my god, that feels so good…” your voice came out in breathy moans. “You feel so good…”

Rafe’s hands come up to your ass at your words, squeezing firmly as he hears more beautiful moans fall from your lips, before bringing his right hand down hard on your cheek— hearing the loud smack before you register the beautiful sting that follows— the most damning gasp falling from your lips. 

While he could happily taste you like this for the rest of his life— he’s also demanding, and selfish, and only then does he remember that he’s not the one who was originally supposed to make you cum today, he wasn’t the one you’d meant to send that picture to. 

The thought of your perfect pussy spread out like this for anyone else—the idea of you wearing his necklace, the one he bought for you, for anyone else but him revolts him, unaccepting of such a despicable idea. 

No one else in this entire world should get to have you like this, they don’t get to watch your face fall apart or hear those breathy little moans leave your lips while you’re spread apart like a little slut over your bathroom counter— they haven’t earned that right. 

But Rafe Cameron sure as fuck has. 

And he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get to physically see your face crumble the first time he makes you cum, as he makes you forget every other man in this world, as he shows you none of them can make you feel the way he can, like he’s been silently begging and craving to do for years. 

His mind momentarily drifts back to your cheerleader outfit from High School, the way that tiny little skirt of yours could ruin an entire evening for him. How you ruined him over and over again every time he’d catch a glimpse of you during a game from the field, feeling his dick harden against his cup every single time. 

His perfect, bratty best friend. 

You feel that empty, helpless feeling when he mouth stops moving, suckling at your clit so hard it makes you gasp before fully removing his lips from you. Rafe rises up from his position on the ground to tower behind you again. 

When he lifts his shirt over his head and tosses it amongst your forgotten bikini on the floor, leaving him standing there like something plucked straight from your wildest fantasy, admiring the way his own chain dangled from his neck before looking back to the one around yours, reminding you of the matching “bffs” broken heart necklaces the two of you shared as kids…

He never tore his eyes from you as he slowly undid his belt buckle; the sound of the heavy metal clanking making you nearly drool. 

You needed him so fucking bad, and he needed you just as much. 

You heard the zipper come down slowly, unable to handle waiting any longer. 

“Rafe, I need you.”

Whether he heard your words or chose to ignore them (oh he fucking heard you alright), you’re not sure, because when you do finally open your eyes again it to see Rafe finally pull his dangerously erect cock from his pants, moaning loudly at how it falls easily into his large hand as he begins to pump it. 

You could’ve actually murdered every single girl who came before you who’d gotten the chance to admire how beautiful it was— how beautiful he was. 

The stories you’d heard, all but driving your mind wild for your best friend over the years, leading you to do dangerously filthy things when alone— reliving all the gossip the girls on Figure Eight had tormented you with about the legend that was Rafe Cameron. 

His next words wash away any doubt, any hint of jealousy that was pulsating through you only a second ago. 

“I’m going to fucking destroy you, Y/N. Just like you’ve ruined me for anyone else. All I can fucking see is you…”

With the most purpose and conviction you’d had this entire time, your pleading look turns deadly serious as your hand reaches behind you to grab Rafe’s cock, unable to not know how it feels wrapped around your hands a second longer. 

“Fucking do it. Ruin me. I’ve only ever wanted to be yours, Daddy…”

Hearing that word makes Rafe’s whole brain explode into tiny fragments, his soul leaving his body as he revels in the feeling of you finally touching him where he’s craved after all of these years. 

He slowly takes your hands off his cock and helps you grip the edge of the counter once more, whispering down to you as he lines up to your entrance, committing every single detail to memory. 

“Hold on tight, baby. I’m about to blow your whole world apart.”

His hands were gripping tightly at your waist as you felt him slide deep into the tightest places your pussy hadn’t even dreamed of being touched before, fully bottoming out within you as his hands trembled now at your sides. 

“Fuck—!”

“That’s my fucking girl—”

His words hit you like a ton of bricks as you feel his hips buck up into you, making you gasp so loud at the feeling of your best friend's cock beginning to pump in and out of you. 

“It’s why I bought that fucking necklace, never even had any intention to give it to you. Paid a fortune for it too…”

As he takes you by your throat and pulls you against him, keeping his pace steady and hard as he fucks into you, watching your breasts bouce back and forth in the mirror, the light once again hitting the necklace and forcing all his attention to it— almost obsessively. 

“So fucking worth it”

He removed his hand from your throat to grab at each of your braids as he fucks you, watching your dripping center swallow him over and over again, the sight truly something to behold. 

Rafe wants to push you as far as you can go though, he still wants you to pay for earlier. 

Rafe Cameron has been driving you crazy your entire life and you him. 

Beneath him he watches as you stare intently in the mirror, jaw hanging open as loud moans fill the small bathroom. 

“My dirty girl likes watching herself get fucked dumb in the mirror, huh? You like watching my cock move in and out of you like that?”

The sound you make is more of a scream than anything else, pleading with him. 

“So much—”

“Mmm, Me too baby, so do I. Never dreamed you could take my cock so good. So tight for me, Y/N/N”

Him calling you by your nickname with his dick so far up inside you was doing lethal things to your already fucked out brain. 

“So good, Rafe.”

“Didn’t think you’d ever let me touch you like this, pretty girl.”

“You like getting fucked like a little slut?”

“Mhm, your slut, daddy.” 

“You’re taking me so well, Y/N. So. fuckin. tight—” his cock thrusting into through your walls hard as he breathed out each word, hearing the sound of skin slapping, the most vulgar noises being made between the two of you. 

“Who’s the only one who can make your pussy feel this good?” 

It was almost embarrassing how quick you were to answer, at how good you wanted to be for him. 

“You Rafe, it’s only you, I promise.” 

Rafe wasn’t surprised by how fast the confessions were falling from your lips, he felt it too— but he needed to hear it.

“You’re goddamn right—” as he grunts loudly, using the tone of voice on you that he usually only reserved for those who were on the receiving end of his fists. “Not some fucking touron who doesn’t even deserve to get to look at you!”

“Fuck, I’m sorry Rafe—”

“—You’re falling apart for me, baby look at yourself.”

At that he reaches around to grab your jaw roughly in his grasp, jolting your head upward in the mirror, forcing you to look at what he was doing to you. 

“Harder, Daddy—please…”

“Yeah, you want me to fuck you so hard you forget the rest of their names— fuck you so hard that you forget your name?”

If Rafe hadn’t kept repeating it, your own name would’ve already been lost to you, your mind only being able to focus on the one thing fully consuming it, likely forever: him. 

“Yes, please god. Do it. Make me forget—Please Rafe. Don’t stop—”

His fingers rose to the back of the chain on your neck, pulling it tight against your throat as he heard the choked moans. 

It was your turn for your eyes to roll to the back of his head, savoring the beautiful feeling as the pressure from the necklace ripped all the air out of lungs, your teeth biting down hard on your bottom  lip before spreading into a wicked grin almost as wide as your legs. 

The second he sees you smile, so blissed out and needy with how rough he was being with you—Rafe was so proud of himself, of course he knew exactly what you wanted. 

He lets go of the necklace as you gasp for air, his pace only quickening as he pulls you by your waist, bringing you as close to him as he possibly can, loving the hot, sticky feeling of your skin against his. 

The feeling of your skin burning against his ignites something in Rafe as he brings his hand down between your legs, making you scream his name out loud when his fingers find your clit, his nails scratching at his bicep and forearm wrapped around your waist. 

You have never in your entire fucking life felt this good and you know, you just fucking know in this moment that you’ve always been holding out, reserving yourself for him. 

He watches happily as you lose it in his arms— lose control, lose sense, lose any part of yourself that didn’t now belong to him. 

He heels your head lean back against his shoulder as your body begins to shake, this time not needing your words to confirm how close you were as your hands flail around, desperate to dig your nails into anything you can grasp. 

“Daddy…”

He sees your doe eyes lazily roll up to him in the mirror and watches the tears pool in them, threatening to spill over—knowing he’s done for well before he hears your words. 

“You’re so perfect, Rafe…fuck—I’m so close—” turning your head on his shoulder, faces only an inch apart as you look up into his crystal blue irises— never wanting to forget this.

“Best friends forever, right?”

His cock finds that sweet spot deep within you, penetrating as deep as he can go—making you see flashes of diamonds as Rafe swears he can faintly hear Drake lyrics as the poison consumes him, losing everything—losing himself in you. 

“FUCK,Y/N! You’re mine, you’ve always fucking been mine—”

You cum around him at that exact moment, walls breaking free as he spills out into you, each of you literally screaming—holding on for dear life. 

“It’s only ever going to be me, I promise.”

Vision still black—Rafe’s breath on your neck like silk when his lips attach to your skin there; the sweetest thing you’d ever felt. Your boy. 

Yours. 

Not that stupid bitch that sat next to you in Chemistry senior year who went on and on about how Rafe ate her out in the Island Club bathroom— 

Or that chick you’d met on the beach last summer who you’d walked in going down on him in the bathroom at one of Kelce’s party’s— not even that girl he’d brought to Midsummers, happily dangling her around him like arm candy all night. 

He was yours. 

He kisses your neck a few times. 

“I could fucking stay in you forever…”

He leans his forehead down on your neck to watch himself slowly pull out of you, a mix of you and him dripping down to the floor in the process, his mouth hanging wide open at the sight, a tiny little delicate gasp leaving your lips as the feeling. 

“Fucking ruined…” he whispers dazily. 

You’re lost in the thrill of it all— the feeling of his arms still around you, still holding you tightly to him— already dreaming and aching for him again. 

You both stay like that a moment, eyes closing as you feel Rafe take your chin in his fingers guiding your head back to him, back to his lips, moaning when they collide. 

He basks in it for a moment before the relentless determination returns— before the jealousy returns — this time with a fateful vengeance. 

He presses his lips tightly against yours before breaking away, leaving you dizzy from the loss of contact as he grabs your bikini and t-shirt, tossing them to you. 

You barely attempt to catch them as you sputter out words. 

“Rafe what’re you—”

“Get dressed, Y/N/N” 

“Whe—”

“We—” he points between you two, anger and rage so apparent, so easily riled up within him making you want to grin from ear to ear.

“—are going back to the club so I can tell your boy that if I catch him even so much as looking at you again I’ll break his fucking neck—”

Your hand flies up to your mouth but it doesn’t at all cover the shrill fit of giggles you break out into. 

When Rafe turns to see that trademark smirk appear on your lips, feigned innocence dripping off your naked body—he knows you’re up to no good. 

Guess it’s your turn to come clean before he full on whoops the boy's ass bloody for no damn reason. 

“I was never even texting Joey earlier…”

And the one last smug, bratty look up at Rafe confirms it all as he looks into the eyes of God himself: he’s in love with his best friend. 

“I meant to text you that picture earlier, Rafe…”

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Homeward Bound for Christmas

Eddie Munson x Reader (College years AU)

Summary: You bring your college boyfriend to your childhood home to meet your mom for the Holidays

Drabble warnings: course language, smut, fluff, humor. Overall, this is a sweet, naughty little drabble.

Word Count: 1.5K

You were dying to bring Eddie home to meet your mother. He had put it off for ages, insisting that he wasn’t parent material, but you knew better. Your mom had been at Woodstock. She was still a hippie and was as progressive as one could get, and was accepting of all diversity and differences. In fact, she celebrated them. She wouldn’t care that he was an outcast, or grew up poor, or had long hair; all the things that had made Eddie feel ostracized at Hawkins High. She was responsible for some of the best parts of yourself, and you repeatedly tried to reassure Eddie of this before he finally relented.

“Fine, fine,” he gave in. “But I’m going to fuck you in your old bedroom.”

You sputtered on the coffee you had just sipped. “Eddie!” you said, laughing as you mopped the front of your shirt with a napkin.

“What?” Eddie replied, nonplussed. “Quid-pro-quo madam. If I’m going to have to be uncomfortable, you’re going to have to pay the ferryman.”

“You won’t be uncomfortable once you meet her, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you,” you sighed. “You’re going to love each other.”

Eddie shrugged. “I guess we’ll see about that.”

When you arrived at your mom’s house-- which was fully decked for the holidays with all manner of pretty, twinkling lights-- she opened the door and enfolded you into a hug before turning to your boyfriend. “You must be Eddie,” she said, and embraced him warmly. His expression was one of pleasant surprise; he wasn’t used to being accepted, and your eyes welled up to see it. Apart from his incredible Uncle Wayne, Eddie didn't have much in the way of parental figures in his life. Even though he never admitted it out loud, you suspected it had left a bit of a hole in his heart, and it made you sad. Perhaps your family could help repair it.

Before the night was over Eddie and your mom were in the kitchen, laughing wildly at each other’s jokes and dusted liberally with flour. They were baking Christmas cookies together. 

“Did Y/N ever tell you about the time she fell out of a tree and banged her face?” your mom started.

“Mom, no,” you groaned, and you covered your face in your hands.

Eddie threw his head back and laughed heartily. “You…you…banged your face?” he sputtered before dissolving into hysterics.

“Oh yes,” your mom continued. “It was right before prom too. You should have seen her. All black and blue. I believe I have pictures….”

“Mom! No pictures!” you yelled while Eddie jumped up and down, clapping and chanting, “get the pictures get the pictures get the pictures…”

Later, your mom handed Eddie a pillow and a clean blanket. “I’ve made up my son’s old room so you can sleep there. I may be a cool mom, but I draw the line at you sharing a bed.”

“Oh sure, thanks so much,” Eddie said, but his eyes flicked to you, and you returned his look with a shrug.

Upstairs, Eddie stopped you in the hall on the way to the bathroom. “You’re right, I do love your mom. I’m just not used to that sort of thing.” He ran a hand through his hair, and he looked a little embarrassed. 

“I told you so,” you said, raising yourself up to give him a quick kiss.

“But I’m still gonna fuck you in that bed,” he said, and ran into the bathroom and shut the door, cutting off his giggles. You went to your room, shaking your head, but smiling.

You were just beginning to drift off to sleep when you heard your door creak open, and a thin sliver of light slashed across the room.

“Whaa?” you mumbled sleepily.

“Shhh!” You heard the door click shut. The springs screeched in protest as Eddie sat at the edge of the bed.  The room was very dark, and you could only make out his shape vaguely as he pulled his shirt over his head.

“Eddie, what–” he interrupted your query with his lips, and it was the first time he had really kissed you since you arrived at your mom’s house. You relaxed into it and returned the kiss deeply.  After a moment, he broke away.

“I told you I was going to sneak in here.”  There was a brief period of rustling, and he threw the covers back and climbed into the bed, laying on top of you. 

“Eddie!” you hissed.  "What if she hears?  This bed is noisy as hell, and my mom’s room is right down the hall…“

"I can hear your mom snoring babe. Don’t worry, we’ll be quiet.”

You sighed in resignation and Eddie chuckled, burying his face into the crook of your neck to mask the sound, which tickled and set you off to giggling as well.

"This is ridiculous.  I feel like I’m in high school,” you whispered between giggles.

“Why, what did you do in high school? On second thought, don't tell me.” Eddie asked, and this time you both laughed harder, and you had to pull the covers over your heads.

After the giggling died away, Eddie resumed kissing you, and you did indeed feel like you were back in high school. His hands roamed your body, sliding up your shirt and over your breasts, pausing to play with your nipples. The manner in which you were making out– fervently and with an almost teenage clumsiness due to your environment– took you back to the days when everything you did had the potential for getting you into trouble.  It was exciting, and you were becoming extremely aroused.  

Eddie slid his hand into your underwear and began to rub your clit.  He circled the sensitive bundle of nerves gently, deftly, and highly effectively. You moaned softly into his mouth as you grew more and more aroused with every second, and your entire body thrummed with excitement.  You slid your hand down into his sweatpants, and began pumping him rhythmically. He stiffened his back in response, and you could feel his breaths growing quicker. He slipped two fingers into your heat, forcing you to stifle a squeal; you were getting pretty close to the edge already. You struggled to wiggle out of your underwear, which was not an easy task in your attempts to keep the bed quiet.

When you were free of your knickers, you wrapped your legs around his trim waist, and Eddie shoved down his sweatpants enough to free himself; the bed springs protesting loudly as he squirmed to position himself.  "Oh god, hurry up,“ you gasped, and then he slid inside of you, filling you.  He held still for a moment and allowed you to enjoy the sensation of being completely connected before he began to slowly thrust in and out.  

"Ah,” you gasped,  "Oh...my...god…“  Perhaps it was the danger of the situation enhancing your excitement, because you felt like you were about to explode. You were a powder keg set aflame, every touch felt heightened, any touch sending sparks through every nerve; you could immolate on the spot and die happy.

"Shh,” Eddie shushed between thrusts but it was a halfhearted attempt; he felt the same excitement and heightened arousal you did. He was attempting not to pump too hard, as the springs were being noisy enough already, but he couldn’t help himself from increasing the pressure and pace– it just felt too damned good to hold back.  

“Eddie– fuck–” you panted, and then bit down on his shoulder to stifle the screams you felt were going to burst out of you any second.  Eddie hissed at the sudden pain, but it only caused him to fuck into you harder and deeper.  It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak, for that proverbial coil to snap, and you bucked your hips as a particularly intense orgasm hit you.  Your body spasmed as your climax washed over you, and you focused on not crying out, whining against Eddie's shoulder instead. Eddie's own orgasm arrived only a moment later, and he whimpered softly as he slammed his pelvis into yours once…twice…three more times as he pumped his conclusion into you.

He lay atop you for a moment while the two of you caught your breath.  You were flushed and ecstatic; you were here with your love, and he was happier than you had seen him in ages. You trailed your fingers lazily up and down his back as he recovered, and you peppered his face with kisses.

“Okay,” he whispered with a chuckle, “I guess I should head back, as soon as my legs work again.”

You returned the chuckle as he slid out of you and pulled up his sweatpants. “Goodnight,” he said, and you could feel his smile behind the sweet kiss he planted on your lips. "I love you. Merry Christmas babe."

You thought your heart might explode into a thousand glittering butterflies. "Merry Christmas Eddie, I love you too."

The next morning at breakfast, the two of you sat side by side, nibbling toast and jam and sipping coffee.

Your mom came into the kitchen, sleepily rubbing her eyes.

“Decided to sleep in?” you said.

“Well it’s the damnedest thing,” she said, giving you a look and your stomach dropped. “That bed of yours is just so squeaky, I couldn’t get any sleep. We really should tighten the screws on that thing.”

This time it was Eddie who sputtered his coffee.

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Endless Summer: Josh Kiszka x Reader Fanfiction

Part One

description: you and sammy have been best friends since you were kids, and being around his family was the norm your entire life. when invited to a trip to their family lake house during the summer, you find yourself spending more time with his brother than your best friend. and, one thing has been clear your entire friendship: brothers are off limits.

warnings for this series: alcohol and marijuana usage, explicit content (18+, minors dni), angst, swearing

word count: 5.7k

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From the moment you met Sammy in grade school, fourth grade to be exact, you and him instantly clicked. Like two puzzle pieces that were missing to complete a full picture, he was the only person that you could truly confide in. Sure, you had other friends, but Sammy was different from the rest. He understood you better, noticed your different quirks and could predict your emotions with a single look in examination of your demeanor. He was undeniably sharp-witted with that kind of thing, and that seemed to run in the family.

Being friends with Sam for so long meant you would eventually be introduced to his adoring family, who all were very similar yet so unique to their own personalities. You remember going over to his house during summer after the fourth grade, and you finally got to meet his family: his sister, his parents, and his twin brothers.

For twins, they were quite different in the way they perceived themselves. Both had similar interests and could speak to each other without uttering a sound, but the one that captivated your interest the most was Josh. Sure, Jake's bad-boy phase was somewhat enticing to you, as you and Sam were a few years younger than the both of them, but Josh could make a room that once felt dark into a bright room full of kaleidoscopic color, and that's what drew you to him most.

Once you and Sam matured more, your topic of discussion became, well, a bit more adult. It never crossed your mind to think of starting a relationship with one of his siblings, because that seemed to be a given. But, since you were the opposite gender, Sammy felt as though the unspoken rule between you two had to be set down and defined.

"Absolutely under no circumstances do I want you to ever date one of my brothers."

And after that discussion one day as you and him neared the end of middle school, it was never spoken of again. Sure, you poked fun at him at the idea when you wanted to twist his nerves and see his face grow red with anger, but you never seriously considered it.

That was until the twins blossomed into high school and finished their senior year. And you were stuck with two more years of high school.

It should have never been a thought that crossed your mind. It was easier to keep fully platonic feelings towards Jake, as he always had some girl stuck by his side and you and him always kept your conversations short and sweet, but Josh, Josh was just different. He was a talker, and he never missed the opportunity to join a conversation with you and Sam or catch you alone and discuss anything that popped into his brain. Maybe it was the way he captivated your attention with the small, affectionate touch of his hand, or his witty comments that made you squeal with laughter. But you couldn't help but feel your heart twist at the thought of being something more.

But you were too young - younger than him, and you knew Josh most likely just considered you his "little sister" because you've always been that way since you were 9. Even though he never referred to you as his sister, it seemed like the obvious answer in what you and his relationship was.

Once you finally graduated high school with your best friend, everything was uphill from there. More freedom, more trips, and more time to spend with the people you considered your extended family. You always thought of Sammy like a brother, but it ended at that. Just Sammy and Jake, not Josh. It just seemed like you had a different relationship with him, or maybe that was a false reality you tricked yourself into believing.

When 2019 rolled around, and you were near the end of finishing your college degree, Sammy invited you to their family lake house during the summer. Just you, Sammy, Jake, and Josh. It wasn't necessarily a lake house, more so like a cabin, but you've all referred to it as such due to it being near the lake that you all would swim in as kids.

"We've got the whole trip planned out," Sam spoke to you over the phone, "going out to the lake, maybe a drive to the beach, the late-night talks around the campfire; all of it."

"You don't think they would mind me coming along on your all-boy's trip?" You ran your fingers through your hair, fixing your gaze on the bustling trees outside your window.

"Well, you're family. And, since Danny couldn't come, we have an extra room up for grabs. I can't think of anyone else to invite."

"So, I wasn't your first choice? Ouch." You joked, falling onto your bed as you listened to Sammy's huffed laugh.

"Listen, I didn't think you'd really want to go and spend a part of your summer with two boys and a strong, independent man. You-."

"You're referring to yourself as the man, Sammy?" You cut him off with a giggle, as if you needed the clarification.

"Shut up." He sighed; his voice laced with slight annoyance at your teasing. You could practically hear his eyes roll. "Besides the point, I think you should come. It'll be fun, I promise. It's only for a few weeks anyways. And, if you're not having a good time, which I doubt, I'll gladly drive you back home."

You pondered the idea for a moment. Your original plan was to spend time with a few friends from college, and also take a relaxing break off of work to focus on rejuvenating yourself for your fourth and final year of college. It was only for a few weeks though, so it wouldn't dent your plans by any means other than set them back a bit. Besides, you hadn't been to their lake house in what seems like an eternity. You'd been up there a few times with yours and his family, but only when you were kids. You'd taken a single trip during winter break when you were a sophomore in high school, but that was the end of it. It was always surrounded with family, and not just the four of you.

You clicked your tongue and thought for a moment longer before responding. "Yeah, yeah I'll go." You tugged at your bottom lip to contain your squeal of excitement as your mind ran through the things you wanted to do, hell, what to pack for the trip.

"Yeah! Alright!" Sam exclaimed. "We'll come grab you tomorrow, alright? Should give you enough time to say your goodbyes, pack, and all of that shit."

"Okay, alright. See you tomorrow." You said with excitement laced in your voice, and you pressed the red hang-up button on your phone and leaped off your back from your bed.

Bringing it up to your parents that you'd be going on such a trip wasn't an issue whatsoever. Again, they considered the Kiszka's like an extended family, and you going on that trip was like going with the siblings you never had on a summer vacation. And, you were staying in Michigan, so there wasn't an issue with proximity.

You'd seen Sam time and time again when he wasn't touring with his brothers and Danny, mainly because you had a closer bond with him, but not so much with interactions on Jake and Josh's side. Sure, they'd come over every now and then for dinners, but those were spread alongst the time span of a few months. You hoped they hadn't changed since you last saw them, but it sparked your mind with thoughts of what could possibly be different about them.

As you started to pack, picking out your favorite summer outfits and throwing them into a large blue suitcase, your mind kept wondering about those summer nights that would be spent outside surrounded by a small firepit with the boys. You hadn't spent this kind of time with them in a long time, and things were different: you all four were adults now. It wasn't as if you four hadn't hung out like adults, but this trip was vastly different than a casual dinner. You were spending time with the three of them for a month in a confined space, and practically every second of the day.

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The next morning rolled around, and you were abruptly woken up by Sammy shaking you out of your slumber.

You groaned unsatisfactorily and squinted your eyes, bringing the backs of your hands to them as you made out his figure that was outlined by the summer sun's rays of orange and yellow.

"What time is it?" You spoke hoarsely.

"10:17." He examined the time on his phone before meeting your eyes again. "Now c'mon, don't want to be waiting on you all day. Got a big day ahead of us." He gave you a satisfied smile.

You exhaled deeply as you crawled out of bed, making your way to your closet and lazily picking out the first shirt and pair of shorts you could find.

"I'll be five minutes tops, promise." You extended your pointer finger towards him.

With a single nod from him, you abandoned him in your room to change in your bathroom, and hastily got ready for the day. You decided to ditch the makeup to cut time down, only focusing on the necessities of your morning routine.

When you met Sam back in your room, you found your suitcase and tucked your toiletries in the front pocket as you beamed a smile towards him.

"15 minutes has to be some sort of record time for you, y/n." He swiped his finger under his nose, looking down at you with a perky smirk.

"You're lucky I decided not to dry my hair." You shot a glare, intended to be playful, and received a soft chuckle from your friend.

After you had said your final goodbyes to your parents, Sam followed you out of your home and escorted you to Josh's infamous white Jeep that glistened under the sunlight, with the doors taken off along with the roof of the car itself. Although the humidity already had your loose shirt sticking to your skin, you knew the warm breeze on the duration of the drive would let you grow comfortable with the thick air.

Sam slid your suitcase into the trunk and rushed his way to the front door to secure his place, and you settled with defeat as you wrapped your hand around the handle of the back door.

"Sam, why don't you let her sit up front? The lady always should be given the front seat. Has y/n taught you nothing on being a gentleman?" Josh spoke with a crooked smile.

Sam glared at his brother, accepting his fate and opening the door to gain you access in the front seat. With a small giggle, you shrugged, and hopped in.

"Alright kids, everyone buckled?" He turned his head to his twin, then Sam, and landed his eyes on you.

This was the first time you had actually caught a glimpse of Josh. His eyes were shielded by thick black sunglasses, with the sides of them nearly covered by his hair. Although his face was the same, he had seemed to grow thinner, in the sense of losing any baby fat he still had clinging onto him. And his hair, bigger than before, ran loose chestnut brown curls. Jake, on the other hand, only grew his hair longer, seemingly surpassing Sam.

You gave Josh a nod with a small, assuring smile, and he set off on the road at a high speed. Looking back at Sam, your eyes fell on Jake, who immediately caught your attentive look, and gave you a small wave with his calloused fingers.

As the drive went on, and Josh harmonizing to the music or starting a simple conversation about nothing, you let your head rest on the seat as the summer air whipped your face pleasurably. It was a perfect day for a drive as such, with the wind cooling the hot sun that liked to slap at your skin and send UV rays to start a light tan. As your relaxation set in more, you realized how much you missed this; spending time with the three of them. Having them around held you at ease.

"Have you been informed of the itinerary for today?" Josh spoke loudly over the barking wind.

You shook your head no, suppressing your laughter as you noticed his hair flying around manically. Sam and Josh combated the wind with tying their hair up, along with you, but Josh didn't seem to care that the breeze tangled in his curls.

"Well, once we get there, we're uh..." Josh furrowed his brows for a moment, "what are we doing again?" He slightly turned his head towards the back seat.

"Unpacking then heading to the lake." Jake chimed in, to which Josh responded with a comical "ah" in remembrance.

"Right! So, to reiterate what Jake said, we're going to unpack then head to the lake. Sound like a plan?"

"Yeah." You yelled over the wind with a vigorous nod, just to clarify your agreement in case the wind drowned out your voice.

Although the drive was a near two hours to arrive at Cloverdale, time passed by swiftly. Upon arrival, you all jumped out of Josh's car and walked with your own suitcases and bags into the familiar yet foreign lake house.

You took a quiet, deep breath as you stepped inside, memories of running around the place until you were utterly exhausted flooded your brain. Your eyes scanned the large wooden walls, examining the artwork and family photos littered around the living room.

"You know where your room is?" Sam took his place at your side.

"Well, there's four rooms from what I remember, and I'm assuming you all had your fair-share of bickering about who gets which one. I'll just take whichever isn't occupied." You rocked on your heels as you raised your brows, turning your attention back to scaling the walls with your eyes.

"You'll be glad to know that we left the master bedroom to you." He smiled proudly.

"Are, are you sure? Because I don't mind staying in-."

"Y/n, are you seriously going to turn down the biggest room in the cabin?" He huffed a laugh with an open-mouthed smile.

"No, no. I'm not. Just surprised you didn't call it first." You jeered playfully, which caused Sammy to send a light punch onto your forearm.

He led you upstairs to the bedroom, which was a few feet from the one he'd be staying in, and stopped in his tracks as you continued stepping through the room. It was quite spacious for a seemingly small exterior of the house. You hadn't been in this room, mainly because it was reserved for their parents, but you'd seen a small portion of it every time you would pass by it. There were two nightstands, one on either side of the bed, and a large dresser that laid on the wall in front of it, along with a mirror. And, you even got your own bathroom, with white tiles stuck onto the walls and a shower with sunflower curtains, and a small window.

"You get the royal treatment." Sam spoke to break the silence.

Your head whipped around to him.

"Which I rightfully deserve." You fully turned your body, placing your hand on your chest.

"Don't act so high and mighty princess because you've got the biggest bedroom. I'm right next door, and I have no issue with kicking you out." He challenged.

"That's if I don't kick you out of your room first for snoring too loud." You shot back, which caused Sam to laugh.

"Hey! At least I don't wake up in a pool of drool every morning." He folded his arms together, lacing his voice with sass.

"I do not drool, Sam!" Your mouth hung open in a smile.

"In fact, you got a little..."

"Settle down, children! No fighting!" Josh peaked his head into the bedroom.

You both fixed your attention on Josh, as the corners of his lips rose while he flicked his eyes between the both of you.

"Do you two plan to join us at the lake?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, just give me a few to change." You nodded, looking over to Sam.

He agreed with your statement and left you alone in the room to give you the privacy you needed to remove your clothing and dress into your swimsuit.

You packed a few options, but today you chose a bikini that squeezed at your breasts, with scattered daisies on the top and your bottoms that hugged at your waist.

You found a sheer, white dress to throw over your swimsuit, and sandals to match along with a pair of sunglasses to protect your eyes from the unforgiving sun.

Getting to the lake was just a short walk, and you set your belongings on the ground as everyone admired the sight in front of them: large trees of emerald, green that shadowed the lake, but not enough to fully hide the sun from the calm waters. There was a walkdown to the lake, along with a cliff high up enough to jump off into the water, and your thoughts immediately told you that that was going to be everyone's ticket into the lake.

As your eyed roamed on everyone, who seemed too caught up in the spectacular view to care where your eyes laid, you found yours on Josh. His figure was leaner now, with a toned back and sporting grey swim trunks that hung dangerously low on his hips. You watched as he strode over to the cliff, then his brothers following in line. You stripped yourself of your dress and followed shortly behind, catching up with Sam.

Everyone glanced over at each other, as if they were all unsure of who was going to take the leap of faith first.

"Ladies first." Sam pushed your back towards the edge of the cliff, causing you to quickly plant your feet into the ground to keep you from falling.

"Since when did you become such a gentleman? Are you scared?" You turned your head towards him.

"No, I've done this jump before. But you, from what I recall, haven't."

"I call bullshit." Jake chuckles, which causes Josh to run his hands over his mouth to barely cover his toothy smile.

"You guys don't remember two summers ago when we came here?" Sam threw his hands up in defense, looking at his brothers for recognition in his memory. They both just stared blankly at him, either to pretend not to remember or simply because they had no recollection of it, to which Sam huffed a sigh and rested his hands on his hips.

"You're all a bunch of chickens." Jake pushed past you three and gave himself a small running start before leaping off the cliff and yelping in excitement.

The sound of crashing waves hit at the pit of your stomach, and your fear of heights became more apparent as you shifted on your feet.

"I second that." Josh stated with a wiggle of his finger. And with a loud, animalistic yell, he ran off the edge of the cliff and manically flew in the air, falling fast to the water and crashing swiftly.

"You want me to go first?" Sam looked at you as he sucked on his cheek.

"I might just take the long way down." You shrugged, taking another look off the edge of the cliff before meeting his eyes again.

"Don't tell me you're scared." He gasped, acting surprised.

"Yeah, like you're not scared shitless yourself." You glared at him.

He hummed, standing silently for a moment before he held you in his arms, lifting you off of your feet and running off the cliff before you had any chance to speak in defiance.

Once you landed in the water fully submerged, you pushed yourself out of Sam's grip, waiting until he popped up from above the water to splash him in anger. It only made him laugh, rubbing the water off his face and slicking it into his hair.

"Fuck you." You spat.

"It wasn't that bad, was it?" Sam spoke innocently.

"Well, no, but-."

"You just needed a push, or perhaps in your situation, someone to take you down with them." Josh extended his pointer-finger at you, laughing as you rolled your eyes in annoyance.

You all floated in the water, both Josh and Jake taking turns jumping off the cliff a few more times to satisfy their drive for thrill. Sam had only joined them once, but you chose to just stay in the cool water and cheer them on as they came down.

But, in the charismatic way he always did, Josh convinced you to follow him back up to the cliff to jump once more.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this, Joshua." You shakily exhaled, examining the seemingly high drop down to the water. But you were just barely able to make out Sam and Jake's faces.

"Well, there's no turning back now. Unless you choose embarrassment, that is." He smiled coyly.

You pushed Josh's shoulder back, and took one more look down the cliff. God, you never knew how afraid of heights you were until this very moment. How unsteady your breath became at the thought of plummeting to your death, even though it was completely safe.

But Josh knew how fearful you were. He didn't want to force you into jumping on your own, simply because by the looks of it, you weren't ready.

So, as you both neared the edge of the cliff, he pressed your back against his slick chest and wrapped his toned arms around your body and launched you off the cliff with him.

As if the jump down from the cliff couldn't seem to last longer, your arms wrapped around his neck as you clung tightly to him. You rested your head against your arm that snaked around his neck, seemingly losing hearing. But all you felt was his body pressed against yours tightly. How much of a strong grip he had that seemed to relieve your body of any fear and coax you into relaxation. Him pressed against your lower half tight enough to just feel the outline of himself against your bottom. Frankly, you'd only been this close to Josh a few times, and you were ignorant for forgetting what it was like. Because he had your heart skipping a few beats, and pretending for a split second it was just you and him in this world - in this place.

The whole innocence of it all quickly swallowed up your feelings as he pushed away from you to deflect your squirming body once you both hit the water, and you floated above the surface and gave Josh a downturned smile.

And frankly, he was the only one who could make your lips curl under in that way.

Your eyes guiltily found Sam's, but to your surprise, he was just laughing. Laughing at the whole thing like he was when he jumped with you in his arms. He didn't seem to care it was Josh this time that was fully pressed against you, because you were like family to them.

Right?

As you all made your way to the bottom of the dirt path that would lead you back to your lake house, you hugged your body in the towel you packed whilst following the boys. They just let the air dry the beads of salty water off their skin, and you just shivered under the fabric of your towel.

You found your eyes lingering once more onto Josh, who led the group, but stood far enough to the right to let you sneakily peak at him once more. His towel hung around his shoulders, and his hips swaying as he traveled barefoot up the hill. You wanted to tear your eyes from him. Sam would catch onto you if you continued to let your thoughts consume you and just gawk at his brother, so you fixed your eyes on anything surrounding, like the trees that softly sang with the breeze, or the birds that chirped melodically in the sky.

Once you all made it back, you parted ways for a much-needed shower to rinse off the salty lake water and cool your bodies from the fiery sun that blistered at your skin on the walk back.

As you stepped out of the shower, and the dripping water tapped at your feet, you quickly dried off and braided your hair, flipping it behind your shoulder and grabbing some articles of clothing to throw on.

Someone barged into your room without warning, which didn't surprise you. You knew it was Sam. Perhaps it was because you two have known each other for so long that he stopped caring, or he never walked in on you when it wasn't appropriate.

"You have to learn to knock, Sam. I could've been naked!" You peaked your head through the opening of the bathroom.

"What a sight." He widened his eyes playfully and folded his arms together. "We're grabbing food."

You stepped out of the bathroom and followed him downstairs to meet his brothers who were slumped on the couch, waiting for your arrival.

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Once the sun rested beneath the ground and the moon lit up the sky, you all joined around the firepit that overlooked a large mountain, with waters laying in the crevice and trees that lined it. You missed the scenery this place had to offer, and no words could describe how euphoric it felt to be back in this place after so many years. You absent-mindedly listened to the chatter of the boys as you took in the view and paid them no attention.

What did pull you out of your trance was Jake slowly strumming his guitar to a familiar melody, one that took you back in time for a split moment to the blissful memory that was created the last time you stepped foot in Cloverdale.

It was "Rocky Mountain High", by John Denver, one of Josh's favorite songwriters. You knew that because you heard him beg Jake to learn the song for him so he could add his vocals to it.

Hearing Josh sing on your radio or phone was never like hearing him sing live, right in front of you, in an intimate setting that let you soak in a practically out-of-body experience. Something about his raw voice with Jake's skilled playing was something you rarely got to hear, as you never had the opportunity to come to one of their live shows due to school always being your number one priority.

You examined Josh as you hummed along, watching as his face contorted while he exhaled symphonies from his throat, glancing over at Jake for a few moments as he continued singing along in perfect pitch. Sam quietly sang along, and eventually, you joined in.

It was moments like these that made you feel like life was worth living. As the fire crackled calmly and lit each and every one of you with orange rays, you took a sip from your beer that Sam graciously grabbed for you without asking. You rested in your lawn chair, bopping your head along to Josh's voice.

"You doing alright?" Sam leaned towards you as Jake's guitar set as background music, and Josh nodded his head along to give his brother the spotlight.

"Couldn't be better, honestly. I forgot how much I missed this." You nodded your head towards the twins and met his eyes again. "You're so lucky you get to experience this every day."

"Not so much fun when their performance doesn't call for my help." He let his face relax into a smile, leaning his head back and watching his brothers through hooded eyes.

You just huffed a laugh to his response, and mimicked his motions as the twins finished the song and led into another.

Sam rested his hand on the back of your shoulder, signaling he was going to head back into the lake house, and you told him you'd stay up for a bit and you'd see him in the morning. Shortly after, Jake followed him inside after finishing another song, slipping his acoustic into its case and trotting off through the cracked door.

You looked over to Josh, who took a swig from his beer and met your eyes with a soft smile. He pushed himself out of his chair and took Sam's seat, hopping into it with a "hmph" and watching the fire slowly die.

"Thanks." You murmured at the fire. Josh shot you a confused look, waiting for you to clarify. "For, uh, jumping into the water with me. It was nice of you do that." You gave him a tight-lipped smile.

He nodded. "Oh, yeah. No worries. I could tell you were scared."

"Well, you didn't have to bring it up." You pushed your tongue into your cheek as your mouth hung into a smile.

"And you didn't have to follow me up there." He wiggled his finger at you with a comical smile.

"How was I supposed to say no when everyone's eyes were on me?" You defended yourself.

"You make a valid point, y/n." He tilted his head up.

You averted your eyes back to the fire for a moment, before he started speaking again.

"How's school going? Excited to finally finish?"

"You wouldn't believe, Josh." You looked back over to him.

His eyes held you softly, as if he was captivating your entire presence and grasping it with his heart. Although that's how he always looked at anyone when listening to someone, it never failed to make your heart drop in your chest and your lips downturn into a wickedly adoring smile.

"Once you're finished, maybe you can start joining us on the road." He shrugged, bringing his glass bottle to his lips.

"And be some sort of roadie?" You furrowed your brows.

"I don't think you'd be able to lift any of the equipment, other than a guitar case or symbol."

"That's quite presumptuous of you to say." You shook your head.

As if you could ever be annoyed at him, this was the moment to wipe that stupid smile off your face and make him feel the slightest bit of guilt for his words, even if he was joking.

But you couldn't. No matter what you thought about, no matter what you said, all you could do was just melt into his eyes and forget everything around you. He had that way of making you feel like the only person in the room, and you let yourself forget that while he was gone. But, God, it wrenched at your heart to be in this moment with him and remember that funny feeling that only he had power to create.

"I think we'd all appreciate your company, especially Sam. He seems to miss you a lot."

"That could be because we rarely did anything without each other for like 10 years," you flung your hand out as you spoke, "and I miss spending time with him, and you and Jake. Life just has its ways of bombarding your plans with its inconvenience."

"Couldn't have stated it better myself, y/n." He raised his bottle towards you and took another small sip of the alcohol.

The way your name rolled off his tongue was like flowers blossoming in your ears and creating an entire garden that you wish you could breathe in every day. How each syllable slightly rested on his tongue and captivated your attention no matter what. You just wished you could record him saying your name on a continuous loop, just to satisfy your own desire of hearing it more often.

He stood from his chair, and you watched his every move as he grabbed the few bottles he drank from and grazed his eyes around to make sure he wouldn't leave anything behind.

Without a verbal response, you followed his motions, holding your unfinished bottle and following him back into the lake house where you dumped whatever was left and discarded your bottle.

As you stepped out of the kitchen and headed to the stairs, you whipped your head to Josh, who was standing at the foot of the first step.

"Goodnight." He whispered, letting the corners of his lips relax into a smile.

You nodded and repeated him, then let yourself continue up the stairs.

You stripped off your clothes that smelt of amber and burnt wood and slipped into an oversized shirt and your underwear. Despite packing shorts, it was warm in the house, and fewer articles of clothing would cool your body temperature quicker.

Once you slipped under your covers and let yourself sink into the bed, your mind wandered about the significant moments of the day. But, as always, your mind favored the memory of Josh holding you close to his chest, and spending time with him alone by the fire.

You couldn't shake off the feeling of his soaked, lightly tan skin pressed against your back, even though deeply down you didn't want to forget. The way his fingers imprinted on your arms and gripped them tightly enough to show you his full strength. The way his steady breath hit your neck and had goosebumps raise onto your skin just for a moment before his chin rested over your shoulder. But the goosebumps stayed, and your heart rate only increased.

Shutting your eyes was just a quiet prayer that your thoughts would escape your mind and let you have peace over the torturous but satisfying scenarios. But your mind continued to attack your heart and take the high ground, and you just reminded yourself that there was no way you and Josh, in any scenario, could work.

After all, Sam had made it very clear to you your entire friendship that brothers were off limits, no matter what. And ruining your relationship with your best friend wasn't worth letting your emotions take the best of you and give into your fantasies of being with Josh.

And besides, Josh was not interested in you, and that was another point that helped decrease your delusions and let you finally rest your eyes.

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-part two-

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