Keith being the poutiest one when allura said they had to wait a few TICKS!!! (ticks..not days…hours…minutes……ticks …. literally the altean equivalent of seconds) before they could let lance out of the healing pod, lance secretly talking about how cool he thinks keith is with a dreamy look on his face…….. theyre in love Sharon….THEYRE IN LOVE .
If there’s not a scene where the paladins are invited to a royal ball or something and they all accidentally get swept up in a dance and Keith and Lance end up having to dance with each other and they bicker over who’s going to lead but when they finally sort it out they’re both blushing and sneaking fond glances at each other and they’re just smiling to themselves and before they know it they’ve been dancing together for like 3 songs, then honestly what’s the point
can’t believe we’re here, at a point where dan posts a video like That to his main channel, the one with the quality threshold, the one where every video is deliberate and intentional and Important™ and meaningful for him. and here we are with a video where phil comes on with no introduction, no ‘glamorous assistant,’ no nothing, just .. phil … bc who else would it be at this point, starring alongside dan? a video consisting of 25 minutes of them being liTeRaLLy conjoined, shirtless under their sweaters, 25 minutes of sex jokes, 25 minutes of fond staring and occupying each others’ spaces, of leaning on each other figuratively and literally, of talking about their shared kitchen, their shared cereals, their shared home, their shared life. the casual depression and anxiety jokes, the casual ‘husband material’ and jokes about fucking a cartoon boy from dan, the casual surfing nsfw reddit and ‘pain in my ass’ and staring at dan’s mouth and calling frankenstein sexy from phil,, the casual EVERYTHING .. im just like totally lost for words? and as if that wasn’t enough, dan going out of his way to give phil a personalized little title on the end card bubble, referring to him as his literal other half … he didn’t need to do that. he knew what it sounds like, how everyone would interpret it, and he did it anyway :( this video was a blessing … idek how to process it
Mischief and Babygirl // A Stiles Stilinski Roommate AU Smut
Prompt: Imagine two people being in a situation where they can’t stand each other and are forced to live together. They hate each other with every fiber in their body and are always mad about the smallest things. But, what they didn’t know was that they had made an online friend and had grown very fond of each other and started dating online with each other. When they decided to meet up and see one another for the first time, they find themselves in a very shocking and unexpected situation.
Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Mutual Masterbation, Dirty Talk, Sexting, Nudes, Oral (male on female), Fingering, and Swearing.
Word Count: 6,829
A/N: This is definitely one of my favorite one-shots I have written. I really hope y’all like it, too. It’s another round of me and @celestial-writing just putting ideas together (love you)! Also, how fucking hot is angry Stiles tho???
And guys, I put this thing so you can now read your own name instead of (Y/N)!! If you’re not on my blog, you just have to click the little box which will take you there and BOOM, now my fics have become 100% personal for you! (Unfortunetly, doesn’t work on mobile)
Immediately letting out a shout as anger boiled up inside of her for the millionth time today because of the same freckled boy, (Y/N) grabbed the empty jug of milk out the refrigerator and trudged towards the dining room table. There sat her four roommates and greatest friends in the world, well everyone except Stiles Stilinski that is.
“Stiles!” She yelled, throwing the empty bottle in his lap and startling him. “I swear to God, if you ever leave anything empty in the fridge again, I will kick your sorry ass!”
“Sweetheart, you couldn’t kick this ass no matter how hard you tried.” Stiles scoffed and took the bottle off of his body to place it on the table.
“You wanna bet?” (Y/N) threatened.
“Funny.” He laughed which only made the young woman even more furious than she already was.
Stiles immediately jumped when she harshly slammed her hand down on the surface in front of him, leaning her face so close to his that they were only inches apart.
“Never doubt a woman’s capacity to destroy someone.” (Y/N) stated, her voice harsh enough to make him gulp. “We do know how to perfectly get rid of blood stains after all.”
“Damn, Stiles.” Scott chuckled from his seat on the table. “If I were you, I’d go buy a lifetime supply of milk right now just to protect myself.”
“Nah,” Camile disagreed and everyone could hear the smile in her voice. “What they need to do is sleep with each other already. The sexual tension between you two is really tiring.”
“I’ll say.” Madi groaned. “I’m the one who’s room is right next to theirs and, God, the fighting is non-stop. Just have sex already, please? Not for the love of God, but for my sanity!”
“(Y/N) wishes she could get into my pants.” Stiles smirked, a grin playing on his lips as their eyes locked.
“Oh please, Stiles.” She scoffed, standing up straight again. “As if you actually had something in your pants that interested me.”
“Ouch.” Scott cringed and a devious smirk made its way onto (Y/N)’s lips when she noticed Stiles get offended by her comment. “I’d leave her alone after that one.”
Stiles angrily skid his chair back, its legs screeching against the tiles, and stood up. As intimidating as it was to have him look down into her eyes due to how much taller he was, (Y/N) stood her ground and didn’t dare shy away.
Out of nowhere, Scott picked up the butter knife he was using for his bagel and unexpectedly begin to swat the air in between the two young adults.
“What'cha doing there, Scott?” Stiles asked, their eyes now staring at their fellow roommate.
“Trying to cut the sexual tension between you two, but damn it’s too strong.” He laughed, the two other girls in the room laughing loudly along with him.
“Screw all of you.” (Y/N) huffed, walking away from every single one of them and going up the stairs to her room in anger.
As much as she hated to admit it, Scott was unfortunately right. There’s no doubt about the sexual tension within (Y/N) and Stiles and, yes, both of them have yet to confess that they’ve thought about being with each other on more than one occasion. But, even though she does have a secret crush on him and would love it if Stiles got under her bedsheets, the way he gets under her skin frustrates (Y/N) more.
Reaching the first floor of the house the five of them rent so they don’t have to live in crappy dorm rooms, the furious girl walked inside of her bedroom and shut the door behind her. The sound echoed through the halls and the four left downstairs all jumped at the sudden sound. Scott, Camile and Madi instantly glaring at Stiles.
(Y/N) immediately laid down on her messy bed and grabbed her phone from her nightstand. Tapping on the instant message app, she began texting her online friend. I wouldn’t exactly say that they were just online friends because it’s so much more than that. They’ve been texting each other anonymously for about a year now and couldn’t get enough. Neither one of them have ever shared a picture of their faces because they want to focus on personality and not appearance. All the time that they’ve spent texting, both knew for a fact that they really liked one another. Which is why the two are beyond nervous for their first blind date tonight.
Babygirl 💋 [12:45 pm]: Today is the day I commit my first murder, Mieczyslaw
Mischief 💚 [12:45 pm]: Roommate again? 😂
Mischief 💚 [12:46 pm]: Well, where do you want us to hide the body?
Babygirl 💋 [12:46 pm]: Should we just bury him out in the woods?
Mischief 💚 [12:46 pm]: Nah, that’s a dead end. The cops would find it too easily
Mischief 💚 [12:46 pm]: What we need to do is go to the zoo and when no one’s looking
Mischief 💚 [12:47 pm]: We throw his body in the lion’s den
Mischief 💚 [12:47 pm]: There’s no crime if there’s no evidence
Babygirl 💋 [12:47 pm]: You know, sometimes your intelligence really scares me
Babygirl 💋 [12:47 pm]: You’re too much of a fucking genius!
Mischief 💚 [12:48 pm]: Just a genius?
Mischief 💚 [12:48 pm]: Nothing else? 😉😏
Babygirl 💋 [12:48 pm]: And really fucking sexy
Babygirl 💋 [12:48 pm]: Especially when you talk cop to me
Mischief 💚 [12:49 pm]: Well, in that case…
Mischief 💚 [12:49 pm]: All units proceed with caution
Mischief 💚[12:49 pm]: We have a 180 on our hands here
Babygirl 💋 [12:50 pm]: Fuck
Babygirl 💋 [12:50 pm]: The things you do to me…
Mischief 💚 [12:50 pm]: What kind of things, baby?
Mischief 💚 [12:50 pm]: Tell me everything you’re thinking 😉
(Y/N)’s entire body sparked with immediate desire the second she finished reading his message and she could already tell her panties were slowly getting wetter by the second.
Babygirl 💋[12:51 pm]: Well, for starters
Babygirl 💋 [12:51 pm]: I can’t wait till our date tonight because I’ll finally be able to feel your lips on my own
Babygirl 💋 [12:51 pm]: I’ll get to feel your hands all over my body
Babygirl 💋 [12:52 pm]: The friction of our skin sliding against each other taking over all of my thoughts
Stiles Stilinski shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he continued to read the dirty texts his online friend was sending him. The excitement for their blind date tonight getting stronger than ever and Stiles honestly couldn’t wait until he finally came face-to-face with the girl that completely takes over his thoughts. Well, second girl that is. The first being his favorite roommate (Y/N) (Y/L/N). He knew that he irritated her beyond belief, but he couldn’t help but think how beautiful she looked everytime her eyes glared at him with such fury that it instantly became sexy or how her lip would snarl in anger and how much he desperately wanted to bite down on it.
Their relationship was an addictive game of Cat and Mouse and both parties enjoyed every second.
Mischief 💚 [12:53 pm]: Fuck, baby
Mischief 💚 [12:53 pm]: What else?
“Do you have ants in your pants or something?” Camile questioned the smirking young man and Stiles’ head immediately snapped up at the blonde. “Stop moving so much in your seat, dude.”
“U-Uh…” Stiles stuttered, feeling like he just got caught doing something very naughty. Which wasn’t exactly far from what was going on on his phone. “S-Sorry.”
Babygirl 💋 [12:54 pm]: I can’t wait till your mouth attaches to my neck
Babygirl 💋 [12:54 pm]: Then slowly keeps going down and down…
“Why do you keep grinning at your phone like that?” Madi asked, tearing Stiles away from the intoxicating text.
“He’s talking to his internet girlfriend.” Scott smirked. “They pretty much sext daily.”
“We do not sext daily!” Stiles complained at the same time that (Y/N) sent him a picture of her body in just her underwear, showing him exactly what he would be touching tonight. “Fuck.”
“What’d she send this time?” Scott laughed, the three curious twenty year olds trying to peak over Stiles’ phone to see.
“None of your business, Scott.” Stiles scolded, getting up from his chair and trudging away towards the staircase. “Or anyone else’s for that matter!”
“Make sure to clean yourself up afterwards!” Camile yelled.
“You’re disgusting!” Stiles shouted back, a holler of laughter taking over the dining room. “Go to hell!”
“Only if you’re there, too!”
Once Stiles reached his bedroom, he entered his safe space and shut the door behind him. By the way their texts were leading up to something more, he knew for a fact things were about to get hot and heavy and he didn’t need anyone passing by his room to see him in a very vulnerable state.
Mischief💚 [1:02 pm]: I can’t wait to touch you, baby
Mischief 💚 [1:02 pm]: I’m literally counting the seconds until I finally get to lick your stomach
Babygirl 💋 [1:03 pm]: Fuck, Mieczyslaw
Babygirl 💋 [1:03 pm]: What else are you gonna do to me?
Mischief 💚 [1:03 pm]: My tongue is gonna keep going lower until it reaches the place you want me the most
Mischief 💚[1:04 pm]: Then, I’m going to slowly circle it around your swollen nub
Mischief 💚 [1:04 pm]: I’m gonna wrap my lips around you and suck so hard you’ll be cumming in a matter of seconds
Babygirl 💋 [1:04 pm]: Oh God, Mieczyslaw
Babygirl 💋 [1:04 pm]: Keep going
Babygirl 💋 [1:05 pm]: I’m almost there
In the short time that Stiles spent arguing with his friends downstairs and texting her the dirty things she so desperately wanted to read, (Y/N) had removed her clothes, taken a picture of herself for him and began working on her own body thanks to how hot he’d made her. She started out by moving her hand slowly around her clitoris before using her other hand to pump two fingers inside of her soaking wet core. Even though she really liked Mieczyslaw, she didn’t exactly know what he looked like so, as shameless and dirty as it was, (Y/N) thought about the first sexy guy she could think of. That handsome man being, none other than, the exact same person that was currently thinking about her as he quickly unzipped his jeans and pushed his hand inside of his boxers to get a hold of himself.
Mischief 💚 [1:06 pm]: Fuck, that’s so hot
Mischief 💚 [1:06 pm]: Send me a picture
Babygirl 💋 [1:07 pm]: Attachment
Stiles cock twitched when he noticed that she hadn’t sent him a picture, but an actual video instead. Rubbing himself with one hand, Stiles used the other to press play on the video with eagerness laced in his blood. The footage began to roll and the boy licked his lips in anticipation. Stiles groaned and increased his pace on himself when he realized it was a video of the girl fingering herself for him, her sexy moans almost pornographic. It consisted of a full view of her body, her breasts perky for him as her finger moved fastly inside of herself. In a matter of seconds, (Y/N)’s legs began shaking to indicate she would be soon falling over the edge and that’s exactly what happened. Hearing the girl moan shamelessly and watching her entire body shudder as an overwhelming orgasm hit her, it didn’t take much for Stiles to also reach his.
His legs shook and his eyes shut, Stiles’ head falling back on his pillow, at the same time that hot cum shot out of his tip and immediately landed on his stomach. He imagined it was (Y/N) that had jerked him off and it was enough to make his high last longer. Stiles didn’t even mind the sticky release on his skin, all he could think about was how much pleasure he was currently in.
As soon as (Y/N) finished cumming and sent Mieczyslaw the footage, the girl had got up from her bed with satisfaction in her veins. She walked over to her closet and put on a robe before walking out of her bedroom to go to the bathroom and take a much needed shower. The second she passed by Stiles’ bedroom, however, desire and lust flooded her entire body when she suddenly heard him moaning uncontrollably.
“Hey, Stiles!” She shouted, knocking on the door and startling Stiles in the process. “Stop watching porn and go read a book!”
“(Y/N)!” Stiles yelled angrily, his fist pounding against the bathroom door. “Get out already! I have to leave soon!”
“So do I!” She shouted back, not caring about wherever it was Stiles needed to go to. “And I have actual hair to wash here!”
“Just don’t wash it!”
“I’m going on a date, idiot! I have to be completely clean!”
“For what?” Stiles questioned, sarcasm laced in his voice. “It’s not like he’s gonna go out of his way to sniff your hair!”
“No, but he’s definitely gonna be able to smell it when his head is snuck in my neck as he pounds me into oblivion!”
It was a simple comeback, but it did manage to sting Stiles’ heart in jealousy. Slamming his fist against the door one last time, the young man let out a frustrated grunt before walking away to his room.
(Y/N) gladly took her time to finish prepping herself in the shower until she finally decided to step out of the bathroom. Needless to say, Stiles was furious at the young woman but she couldn’t find a single bone in her body that actually cared. She wanted to look, smell and even taste her best for her date tonight and no man was going to stop her. (Y/N)’s been waiting for this special night for too long to worry about what other people had to say.
Which is why the young woman just walked right by Stiles without even giving him the chance to scold her. He stared in awe as she entered her bedroom, noticing how good she looked with her face flushed from the hot shower and the droplets of water running down her skin. Stiles’ mind immediately picturing himself licking the water off of her naked body and he felt slightly guilty.
The both of them got ready at the same time and the rest of the house watched in amusement as they simultaneously shared the bathroom, arguing the entire time. (Y/N) would try to look at herself in the mirror to put on mascara and he would get in her way to fix his quiff or just as Stiles would wet his toothbrush with the running water because (Y/N) was finishing up brushing her own teeth, she turned off the tap.
“You’re unbelievable.” Stiles groaned, shaking his head and opening the tap again.
(Y/N) didn’t say anything, she just blew him a kiss that was nothing shy of sass as she left the bathroom to finish her look in her bedroom. She had already fixed her hair and put on all of her makeup, so all she had to do next was take off her robe and wear the gorgeous black dress she specifically bought for tonight. Once she sprayed herself with her favorite perfume and was ready, (Y/N) walked down the staircase and approached her other three roommates in the living room.
“Well, how do I look?” She asked and they turned their heads to take in her outfit.
(Y/N) was absolutely gorgeous and it was no surprise everyone’s jaws were dropping at her breath-taking beauty.
“Like a queen.” Scott gawked, a genuine smile lighting up on (Y/N)’s lips.
“It’s not too much?” She questioned, spinning around for them.
“Hell no.” Madi smirked. “Whomever you’re seeing tonight is one lucky guy, my friend.”
“Good.” (Y/N) answered.
Just as she was grabbing her favorite coat from the rack, Stiles had reached the last step of the staircase and laid his eyes on the incredibly stunning woman before him. He immediately stopped in his tracks as his eyes grew wide at the sight. Her hair was perfectly done and a part of him wanted to run his fingers through it but the other part of him knew that if he did it would ruin the style and that would be a crime. Her makeup was simple, however the bold red lip definitely grabbed his attention and he wanted to smudge it with his own. (Y/N)’s long legs went on for days, Stiles already picturing them wrapped around his waist. However, what caught Stiles’ eyes the most was the alluring dress tightly hung against her beautiful curves. It made his brain spin in his head and jealousy crashed all over him at the thought of her being dressed like this for someone else.
“Do you really think you should be wearing a dress like that?” Stiles asked, clearing his throat and (Y/N) spun around to gaze at the source of the sudden voice.
“What is that supposed to mean, Stilinski?” She retorted, her manicured hand settling on her hip.
“That dress is too revealing.” He scolded. “It’s definitely not first date material.”
“You’re not first date material.” (Y/N) scoffed, slipping her coat on.
She didn’t want it to be true, but the young woman could’ve sworn she saw a small glimpse of hurt in his eyes. But, it was soon gone before she could really check.
“Have fun on your date.” Stiles stated harshly as he walked past her and opened the door. “I hope he’s an ass.”
Before (Y/N) could even respond, Stiles was out the door and slammed it. The rough action surprising her and making her feel not only guilty but heartbroken that she caused that. (Y/N) loved the hate relationship she had with Stiles, but she also knew she wanted more. The two constantly fought because they were so alike. Stiles loathed how quick and sarcastic she was, but at the same time loved that only she could handle bickering with him. (Y/N) despised that he always managed to point out the things about her no one ever noticed, but loved that Stiles actually paid enough attention to see them. It was a complicated game they played, but the two were masters at it.
“Do you ever get tired of the way you treat each other?” Scott spoke up from the couch and (Y/N) turned around to look at him, the hurt still evident on her face.
“Sometimes.” She answered softly.
“Shouldn’t you two just stop?” Scott asked. “It’s obvious that you do all of this because you’re into each other.”
“Shouldn’t you three stop butting into our love lives?” (Y/N) retorted, no longer sad but now angry at the entire situation. “It’s Friday night and you’re sitting on the couch. Go out and have fun!”
“For your information, we are going out.” Scott scoffed and the two other girls nodded.
“Good.” (Y/N) stated as she opened the door and walked out. “Get to it!”
Even though he wasn’t in the best mood, Stiles pushed down all of his feelings for the girl he lived with to focus on the girl he was about to meet. She has helped him get her mind off of (Y/N) on more than one occasion, even though they did have the same name, and he was ready for her to do that again tonight. He thought about all of the incredible times they’ve spent chatting before pulling into the restaurant they picked and parking in the first space he could find. Once he locked the jeep behind him, Stiles headed towards the main entrance and nervously waited for the girl he talks to more than his own family.
With the anger still flooding inside of her, (Y/N) left her car and arrived at the restaurant. She no longer wanted to go on this date because she knew that all she will be able to think about is the spastic boy she lives with and never leaves her brain. It doesn’t matter how distracted she gets, Stiles is always there in the back of her mind.
The second (Y/N) looked up from her heels clicking against the pavement, her heart stopped inside of her chest. With every step she took towards the main entrance, her heartbeat would increase more and more. There, in front of her, was Stiles Stilinski. The exact person she was trying to get away from.
He was so focused on what was going on inside of his mind that Stiles hadn’t noticed her until she was literally right beside him and (Y/N)’s perfume made its way into his nose. Stiles’ head snapped towards the source, his eyes growing wide when he noticed it was (Y/N) herself next to him.
“What are you doing here?” Stiles asked, entirely confused. “Did you follow me?”
“I have better things to do than follow you, Stiles.” (Y/N) scoffed. “I’m meeting my date here. What the hell are you doing here?”
“I also have a date.” Stiles smiled smugly and certainly didn’t fail to notice how it effected her.
“So, we’re both having dates at the same place?” (Y/N) stated, in awe of this awkward situation. “Wonderful.”
“Where’s your date anyway?” Stiles questioned. “Shouldn’t he have picked you up?”
“It’s a blind date.” She explained, folding her arms against her chest which made her cleavage pop out even more and Stiles awkwardly tried to gaze elsewhere. “What about your date? Weren’t you supposed to pick her up.”
“I’m also having a blind date.” Stiles retorted.
Neither one of them put together exactly what was going on between them. Both standing in the tension heavy entrance, desperately looking at whatever person that would arrive and hoping it’d be their online friend. Little did they know, their dates were standing right next to each other this entire time.
They waited for a good thirty minutes before (Y/N)’s feet started to hurt from standing so long in thin heels and she sighed.
“I think we both got stood up.” (Y/N) stated in a hurt voice.
“No, my date wouldn’t do that.” He shook his head, pulling his phone out of his pants. “I’m texting her.”
“Yeah, me too.” (Y/N) agreed, zipping open her clutch to grab her phone.
She couldn’t help but look over to his text from the corner of her eye. He was messaging someone nicknamed “Babygirl” and (Y/N) felt insanely jealous when he watched him type in “Hey, baby. Are you still coming?” She didn’t even know who this babygirl of his was, but she knew she already hated her with everything (Y/N) had inside of her. Of course she was into Mieczyslaw, but she secretly wanted to be on a date with Stiles instead. She just wanted to have one encounter with him that didn’t consist of fighting.
(Y/N)’s thoughts were, suddenly, interrupted when her phone vibrated in her hand. The girl realized she had received a message from her blind date and already scoffed thinking about whatever poor excuse she was going to read explaining why he wasn’t here.
Mischief 💚 [8:32 pm]: Hey, baby. Are you still coming?
(Y/N) didn’t even think before immediately dropping her phone on the floor in complete shock, her heart going down with it. It fell in her stomach in surprise as she finally put all of the scattered pieces together. She quickly turned around to Stiles, who was already looking at her in astonishment from how she just randomly dropped her cellphone with the screen now entirely shattered.
For the longest time she didn’t say a single word, all (Y/N) did was stare at the beautiful boy she lived with that also happened to be the person she’s been secretly texting back and forth. Stiles didn’t know what to say or do either, from how odd she was behaving, but he mentally prepared himself to drop everything and drive her to the hospital in case she needed it.
“Y-You’re real name’s Mieczyslaw?!” (Y/N) exclaimed, shouting the first thing that popped in her mind.
“What?” Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, confused now more than ever.
The young man wearing flannel watched as she bent down to grab her phone again and, without giving him the slightest explanation, stuck her phone screen out for him to read what was written on it. It took a little bit for his brain to process everything, but when it finally did he felt as if it had just exploded.
(Y/N) expected Stiles to say something, but was completely surprised when he stuffed his phone in his back pocket and grabbed her face with his hands. Before she could understand what was going on, Stiles crashed his lips against hers with such passion and fervor, (Y/N) almost fell. But it wouldn’t matter if she did our not because Stiles would’ve caught her anyway with how he wrapped his hands around her waist.
All of the anger, frustration and rage they ever felt towards each other was channeled into the kiss and started to slowly slip away as they began to be replaced with desire, need and, dare I say, love. They always felt attached to each other no matter how upset they were until only now realizing that all of it meant love. Stiles and (Y/N) loved each other so deeply and it wasn’t just sexual tension. They truly got to know each other incredibly well over the time they spent talking online, sharing so much information that they felt closer to each other than to anyone else in their lives.
“I’ve always wanted to do that.” Stiles confessed, panting as he touched his forehead with hers.
“So have I.” (Y/N) blushed and Stiles leaned in again to place another addictive kiss on her lips.
As they kissed, Stiles slid his tongue across her bottom lip and asked for an entrance to which (Y/N) happily granted. The two didn’t even fight for dominance, they just explored each other’s mouths and enjoyed every discovery. Their tongues would brush together and neither one of them had enough self control to hold back their satisfied moans.
(Y/N) broke the kiss and Stiles’ lips moved to her jaw. He created a trail of wet and hot kisses that drove the girl crazy. It didn’t matter they were in public. (Y/N) could already feel herself getting wetter and wetter by the passing second. It was when Stiles’ mouth attached to her earlobe, his teeth grazing the skin as his tongue caressed it, that she knew she desperately needed more of him.
“Stiles,” She whimpered, his tongue sliding through the shell of her ear. “Do you really want to go on this date or do you just want to get out of here?”
“We can go back to my place?” Stiles smirked.
“I’d love that.” She laughed breathlessly.
“But, I do have to warn you.” He smiled against her heated skin, now sucking a bruise into her neck. “I have the world’s most annoying roommate. She really knows how to get on your nerves.”
“Hmm,” (Y/N) grinned playfully. “Sounds like she really gets to you. Should I be jealous?”
“Absolutely, she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
“Well, then, damn.” (Y/N) smirked, a light blush painting her cheeks. “I hope she doesn’t mind us crashing her apartment. I tend to be loud.”
“Fuck.” Stiles groaned, pulling his mouth away from the several different bruises he created to stare at her. “I’ll meet you there.”
The next thing she knows, Stiles is placing one last kiss on her lips and eagerly rushing away towards his blue jeep. A smile etched across (Y/N)’s face at how adorable he looked, happily climbing into his car and immediately turning it on.
The ride over to their house was full of adrenaline and excitement. Everytime they would have to stop at a red light, Stiles would look over to (Y/N) in her car and smugly lick his lips. Which would flush her entire body with more lust than it already was sporting, her core aching in need. Once they arrived and were both finally out of their vehicles, Stiles pinned (Y/N) against the front door and reattached his tempting mouth on hers. She gasped at the sudden act, but Stiles just swallowed it into their kiss. Their lips molded together as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling (Y/N) in even closer.
“What was that for?” (Y/N) asked, her lungs fighting for air after breaking the kiss.
“Because I needed to feel your kiss again.” He confessed.
A blush crept up on her cheeks and a grin made its way onto his lips. (Y/N) reached up to reconnect their mouths, tongues finding each other as she tried to zip open her clutch and grab the house keys. Stiles gently bit down on her lip and she fumbled with the zipper, his touch too intoxicating to have her focus on anything else. That’s when Stiles grabbed her hand and settled it on his lower back, a shameless moan falling from (Y/N)’s mouth when he lowered it even more. Both smiled into the kiss the second he guided her hand over his ass and squeezed, (Y/N) giggling when she realized his copy of the house keys were in his pocket this whole time.
Stiles took his hand off of hers and put it back on her waist as she slipped hers into his jeans’ pocket and pulled out the keys. The moment they were in her hand, the freckled boy broke their kiss and swiftly turned her around so she could open the door. Stiles’ mouth and teeth were sucking another hickey on her shoulder blade and (Y/N) felt weak in her knees. She didn’t know how, but she managed to unlock the door and turn the knob.
An animalistic instinct washed over Stiles and he immediately pushed the front door open, rushing the two inside. Before (Y/N) could even say anything, the young man hitched one of her legs around his waist and shoved her against the now closed door once again. She squealed when he did and Stiles chuckled against her lips. Both of their bodies dripping with lust as he rubbed his clothed bulge against the inside of her thigh, (Y/N) moaning in the process. Her hands were now wrapped around his neck, her fingers caressing his heated skin, and Stiles kept one hand on her waist as the other slowly slipped under the skirt of her dress to grab her practically bare ass. (Y/N) was wearing the smallest thong she owned and it definitely made Stiles’ cock twitch in his boxers.
“Shit, I’m seriously considering just fucking you right here.” Stiles moaned, his lips brushing against hers.
“Please do.” (Y/N) whimpered, Stiles feeling her heartbeat against his own chest.
“Please don’t.” A familiar male voice suddenly spoke up and the two lovers immediately snapped their heads towards the source.
Scott, Camile and Madi hadn’t left their positions on the couch since the two went out. The scene was absolutely comical from how shocked and frozen the three were. Scott had the tv remote in his hand as it pointed to the screen, his eyes wide. Camile kept a bowl of popcorn on her lap and held a single one up to her mouth, but it paused just outside of it as she stared in shock. Madi, however, wasn’t as astonished as the rest due to the mischievous grin she was wearing.
(Y/N) immediately tried to push Stiles off of her in embarrassment, but he held his ground and stayed right where he was. She couldn’t believe that they hadn’t even noticed they weren’t alone when they arrived.
“I have no problem still fucking you here.” Stiles grinned and, as turned on as she was, (Y/N) covered her face with her hands in humiliation. The girl let out a squeal when Stiles placed his mouth on her collarbone and began assaulting it with his tongue.
“Stiles!” She whined.
Out of pure respect for the girl he was holding and not because he cared that there were other people in the same room, Stiles placed (Y/N)’s leg down on the floor and took a step back from her. His hands were raised in surrender, but his eyes were still gazing at her in a cocky fashion. (Y/N) cleared her throat to rid herself of the embarrassment and slowly walked towards the staircase, Stiles watching her intently.
“Excuse me.” She stated to the three on the couch before looking over at Stiles with the lust still pooling in her pupils.
He certainly picked up what she was putting down as she began walking up the steps, Stiles hot on her trail. (Y/N) yelped in excitement when Stiles unexpectedly smacked her ass with his hand and they rushed even faster towards her bedroom.
“Go get that ass, Stiles!” Madi exclaimed.
“Use a condom!” Camile shouted after her.
Right as Stiles shut the bedroom door behind him, Madi turned around to grin at her two friends on the couch and both of them groaned. Searching in their pockets, Camile and Scott handed their fellow roommate twenty bucks each. Immediately regretting their bet on the two lovers upstairs that just yesterday were fighting. The bet consisted of when they would eventually hook up, Madi declared it would happen this month as Scott and Camile bet at the end of the year. Needless to say, the two lost.
(Y/N), yet again, was pushed up against a door and she quickly figured out that Stiles definitely has a door fetish. Not that she was complaining or found it weird in any way, it was actually one hell of a turn on. Their lips were back in sync together as Stiles reached behind her back and slowly unzipped the gorgeous dress (Y/N) was wearing, her breathing increasing at the contact. Once there was nothing left to unzip, Stiles let go of the zipper and proceeded to take off the straps of her dress. As soon as they were down her arms, he completely let go of the fabric and the dress instantly fell to the floor. Unfortunately breaking their kiss, (Y/N) stepped out of it pooling at her feet and Stiles’ jaw dropped when he took in her body.
The young man was already familiar with how she looked thanks to the countless times they’ve shared photos of their bodies through text, but he had never seen her in the flesh before and it was amazing to him. (Y/N) was wearing the most sexy set of matching purple underwear, his favorite color that he once told her. (Y/N) watched with hooded eyes as his own drowned in more lust than his pupils were already swimming in. Stiles licked his lips and the small action sent waves of desire straight to her pooling core.
(Y/N) was the first to break their trance as she brought her hand to the fancy flannel he was wearing for the date and began to unbutton it, she didn’t go as slow as Stiles did because she desperately wanted it off. The next thing she removed were his pants and they were finally in just their underwear together.
Stiles suddenly kneeled in front of her, surprising (Y/N) in the process, and pulled down her panties without saying anything. The second they were gone, the young man lifted one of her legs and hitched it over his shoulder. He looked up at her and placed tempting kisses on her stomach before licking her skin with his warm tongue, just like he’d promised earlier. Her body shuddered and she waited patiently as he trailed his tongue until it reached her core, already swiping up the slick folds. The small action alone made her hips twitch and she couldn’t control her moans when Stiles circled her swollen clit. He kept the motion going as he brought a finger up to tease her entrance. She whimpered of course and, the sound was so beautiful to him, he decided to give in. Stiles pushed two fingers inside of her, groaning at how tight she was, and gently pumped. It started out slow at first, but because of how responsive she was being as she moaned uncontrollably and her hips bucked continuously, Stiles decided to pick up his pace. (Y/N)’s eyes were shut as she concentrated on the pleasure and her core clenched around his fingers the second Stiles’ wrapped his lips around her nub and sucked furiously.
“F-Fuck, Stiles.” She moaned, knowing that her release was near. But, unfortunately for her, so did Stiles and he immediately pulled away.
Smirking up at the shocked glare he was receiving from her, Stiles licked her juices off of his lips and wiped his chin with the back of his hand. Normally, she would’ve been outraged to be denied of her orgasm but the way he looked right now took over her thoughts.
“I only want you cumming around my cock, tonight.” Stiles grinned, standing in front of her again and, before she could come up with a witty response, he yanked off his boxers. She was at a complete loss of words as she gawked at his delicious erection. The pulsing in her core increasing with unbelievable desire.
Stiles hitched her leg around his waist and positioned himself in front of her entrance, gazing into her eyes. Without breaking the contact, Stiles gently pushed his dick inside of her core and they both moaned at the new feeling. He desperately wanted to close his eyes, but wasn’t willing to take them off of hers as he thrusted. (Y/N)’s hands were settled on his back, the heel of her hitched leg digging into his ass to keep herself in place as one of his palms were flat out on the door and the other held her waist. The pleasure inside of her that was still around because Stiles was just eating her out tingled in (Y/N)’s body and, by the way she buzzed, she knew she’d be cumming soon.
Stiles increased his pace and the spring in her stomach coiled, indicating she was near. Her nails were digging into the skin of his back and Stiles would’ve winced if he wasn’t so turned on by how sexy she looked. Her eyes shut were and her head rested on the door as her unsteady breath let loud moans slip through. Stiles spread her legs more and began hitting her in a deeper and new angle, (Y/N)’s spring breaking as a result. Stiles immediately bit down on her shoulder, the feeling of her core clenching around him and her juices squirting on his cock too overwhelming.
But, he held onto his orgasm even though it was already knocking on the door. Stiles wanted this to last as long as possible and he actually managed to hold it. At this point, he was now pounding into her and (Y/N) whimpered at the extreme contact. Her body was still sensitive from releasing, but even though it was too much, she loved it.
Unclasping her bra, Stiles took it off and latched his lips onto her breast. His tongue flicking her nipple and caressing it. The second Stiles bit down on her perky bud and pulled, (Y/N) came for a second time tonight. And this time, Stiles allowed himself to as well. Her warmth clenched around him once again before his hips stuttered and he released hot cum inside of her, both moaning crazily. Their highs lasted longer than they’ve ever had and when the two were finally back in reality, Stiles stopped thrusting and placed a kiss on her lips.
“The way you annoy me every day drives me so fucking crazy, but you know what effects me more?” Stiles suddenly spoke up. “The way I smile at how you always put your milk in the bowl before your cereal or the way my heart beats faster whenever you laugh at something on your phone and time stops. But, most importantly, the way I feel like I’m flying everytime I’m around you.”
The words coming out of his mouth were making (Y/N)’s heart flutter so hard, she was sure it would eventually break her ribcage.
“Even though we bicker, I adore it because it reminds me of old married couples. And that’s exactly what I want us to be, a couple.” Stiles continued. “Because no matter how mad I get, I know that I’m deeply and irretrievably in love with you.”
“Stiles,” She smiled, looking at him with heart-eyes. “I love you, too.”
Stiles and (Y/N) have had countless fights in the time they’ve known each other. The two have shared millions of glares, angry shouts, eye-rolls, and fits of rage. But the thing was, they both loved each other in each and every one.
Summary: Both Richie and Eddie are very fond of each other and often tease each other affectionately, especially Richie to Eddie. So Bill and Stan both play cupid, which results in swapping mixtapes for eachother.
Warning(s): Bad language, 13 year olds kissing (don’t read if you think its fucking weird?? bc its not), if you think this is me sexualising these cuties-don’t bother
A/N: Look at my children in love, PLEASE I highly recc listening to either of the mixtapes that are linked above^^? They are both very 70/80′s. btw I do requests? If anyone wants to hit me up an x reader or a ship in IT 2017 (or IT in general) I’ll be glad to do so?? don’t be shy
Eddie quickly began swatting at Richie’s hand, his eyebrows furrowed heavily and a frown on his lips, “Don’t touch me with your rotten hands, asshole!”
Richie ignored his protests and flinched away from his swats, moving his hand to now over his shoulders and pulling the smaller boys frame into his own side, a grin on his lips. “You’re such a cutie, Eds.”
“No, No I’m fucking-”
“Both of you, shut up.” Stanley grumbles after rolling his eyes several times at the two.
Richie snapped his eyes at Stan, glaring through his coke bottle glasses, which only enhanced his eye size even more. He held Eddie closer, even with Eddie’s flushed cheeks he still squirmed lightly.
Stan sighs in relief and folds his arms as the group goes back to its usual discussion about the new random comic book of the week. Eddie couldn’t help but allow his heart to beat faster at Richie’s touch against his form, making him feel protected in his stronger grip. He couldn’t help but zone out as Richie begun to bicker that his comic book that he found was better than Stan’s.
Bill tilted his head, analysing Eddie as his eyes would flicker all over the place with his mouth gaping before closing every now and then and gulping. He knew that how he was acting wasn’t the norm for Eddie whenever Richie was like this, something was different. Not to mention that he had stopped struggling against Richie who wasn’t even holding Eddie tightly or forcing him in place.
Bill smiled a bit, as something clicked inside of his head- a plan. But he was going to need Stanley to help out.
That night, on the way home from their adventurous summer day- Bill was walking Eddie home as Stanley had taken Richie to a different route. Bill hummed a tune as he walked alongside his friend, grinning as he turned to look at him.
Eddie looked at Bill, tilting his head, “So?”
“So, y-..you and Richie?”
“Yeah?” Eddie was confused, almost disgust in his voice- but Bill could see past the faux disgust.
“I saw how you were t-today, Eddie. Y-you were blushing.”
This again, only caused Eddie to heat up as his form became a flustered mess and he glared at Bill. “You would blush too if someone touched your arm!”
“N-no, I’d only b-blush if Bev touched my arm there.” Bill pointed out, “but in this instance, you blushed when Richie had his arm around you- as well when he pinched your cheek and called you a ‘cutie’, it’s quite obvious.”
Eddie snapped his head away, patting his fanny pack for reassurance for himself. “Whats your point?”
“My point? M=my point is that he’s flirting with you; y-you like him.”
“I don’t like him! And he isn’t flirting with me! He acts like that with everyone-”
Bill cuts Eddie off quickly, “E-Eddie, do you see him pinching any of our cheeks and calling us a ‘cutie’? He doesn’t put his arms a-around us or any of the shit he does for you, not to mention he calls you E-Eds and doesn’t have a nickname for any of us.”
“N-n..not to mention, he carries an extra i-inhaler around just incase you lose yours.”
Thats when Eddie’s breath hitches, feeling butterflies go crazy in his abdomen, adoration swirling and tugging at his heart strings. He could practically hear his heart in his ears loud and clear.
“He… he does?” Eddie whispers, his voice quivering a bit.
“Yeah, even though he knows that you don’t even need it anymore, because you know, gazebos and your Mom making your illness up and shit but- yeah.” Bill smiles, watching how the young boy was falling more and more in love.
Eddie then quickly holds his wrist, feeling his pulse; resulting his fingertips quivering from feelings how his heart was beating with happiness.
“Oh… I-I never knew that. He’s never told me…”
“That’s b-because you’ve never needed it, but he always has.”
Eddie bites his lip, “What a fucking, what- he’s a fucking dick.” Eddie protests, blushing bright as ever.
“Sure he is,” Bill chuckled, “But l-look, I wanna help you. I know when someone is in love when I see it.”
“How?” Eddie asked, neither denying his feelings or admitting.
“Well.. It i-involves music.”
Meanwhile, Stanley was grumbling to himself in annoyance and cursing Bill’s name for getting him into this situation with Richie Tozier. He didn’t want to do this, but Bill had promised to give him some candy as a reward if it goes well.
“So, Richie. I’m gonna make this quick as possible so I can just go home.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Richie asked with pure confusion, a single eyebrow furrowing and one raising.
“You like Eddie, Eddie likes you.” Stan started, his face full of boredom, “Can you just hurry up and tell him?”
Richie was shocked by his friend’s words at first, before smirking. “Hell yeah I like him, I tell him all the time.”
“I mean genuinely, you asshole.” Stan sighed, “Not as a joke or some shit, literally confess your fucking feelings to him or something.”
Richie rolls his eyes, not being fazed by the situation, “What makes you think I like him seriously? I’m not fucking gay-”
“It’s pretty fucking clear you like girls, after you telling us for the full day about the first time you ‘tickled your pickle’ to a random magazine that had huge boobs all over it. But you like guys too, there’s nothing wrong with that.” Stan spoke with a monotone voice, managing to not let any voice cracks slip.
Richie scoffed, “I don’t like him, he’s a friend and I like to tease him.”
“You tease him by calling him ‘cute’ and you give him a nickname, you don’t do it to anyone else. You like him, just admit it- no one is judging you.”
Richie frowned, huffing a bit and rolling his eyes. “Well, what if I did? Whats your point and where are you going with this?”
Stan smirked, patting Richie’s back forcefully, causing him to stumble forward.
“What’s your taste in music like?”
The next day, both Richie and Eddie were walking to school together in perfect unison, both of them holding a tape in their pocket that held a variety of songs that the one had imagined for the other.
Richie gulped, for once actually nervous around Eddie. What would Eddie think of him? It was a fucking mixtape, it was Richie’s music taste. Would he even like it? Would he-
“Richie, here. I want you to have this.” Eddie cut off Richie’s thoughts, holding up a tape alike to Richie’s.
Richie blinked twice, stopping in his steps. The tape was all black and what seemed to be painted on with nail polish ‘Sucks to Suck’ on top of the tape.
“I-it’s a mixtape.” Eddie mumbled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as he felt flustered.
Richie stayed silent, slowly taking the tape, analysing it with soft eyes before looking up with confusion. He turned over the mix tape to see ‘to Richie’ painted with the same shade of white but in smaller writing.
“You made one too?” He spoke quietly, his head tilted to the side which caused his dark brown hair to tilt too.
“Look…” Richie dug into his pocket and pulled out his own black tape which had a sticker on it, saying ‘Gimmie head til’ I’m dead!’ on it, with writing scribbled onto the back saying ‘to Eds’ with a cheeky smiley face, “I made one too, here.” He handed it over.
Eddie’s eyes widened, blushing a bit as he took it from the glasses wearing boy and read over it- mentally scoffing at the sticker but he was in awe of the idea that both of them had somehow made a mixtape for the other.
“You too?” Eddie whispered in shock.
“Well, yeah- but it wasn’t my idea.”
“It wasn’t mine either.”
Richie quickly smirked, rolling his eyes, “They fucking set us up.”
“Who? Bill? Because it was Bill’s idea for me-” Eddie began to ramble on.
“It was Stan’s idea for me.”
Eddie then stopped, sighing with a grin- poking his tongue in his cheek. “Fuck, that makes sense.”
Both look at each other with grins slowly spreading over their chapped lips, soon the two boys were in a fit of giggles due to the realisation of the sweet situation. Both never taking eyes off one another, blushes spreading to their ears and down their necks.
“I, I guess I’ll listen to this tonight?” Richie’s voice broke, still calming down from his fit of giggles.
“Yeah, me too… I-i uh, I picked out the songs carefully and put them in order a certain way, so..” Eddie trailed off, becoming a little ashamed incase Richie would tease him for his effort.
But Richie only felt love swell inside of him at those words, he grabbed Eddie’s hand with his free one and leant forward, bending down slightly, whilst pressing their lips together for the first time. Eddie’s eyes widened in shock, before melting and wrapping his free arm around Richie’s neck with the mixtape in his firm grip. Both merged together in sync and harmony, with their lips swelling and becoming saturated in colour. Richie wrapped his other arm around Eddie’s waist and too held his mix tape tightly as they both kissed in the middle of the street, hand in hand, with no shame at all.
Eddie sat down at his desk, placing his headphones over his head, pressing play as quickly the flood of Richie vibes swirled into his eardrums. Finally, after many aching hours at school he had time to listen to this mixtape.
I don’t want to know your name
Cause’ you don’t look the same
The way you did before
Okay, you think you got a pretty face
But the rest of you is out of place
You looked alright before…
Eddie chuckled at the familiar song, it often played in arcades that the Losers club all went too. It went under the title ‘Fox on the Run’ and it was by ‘The Sweets’.
Fox on the run!
You scream and everybody comes a running!
Take a run and hide yourself away…
Foxy on the run!
Fox on the run…
And hide away!
Eddie listened to every song intensely, capturing the vibe of Richie Tozier perfectly. He had even picked out songs that they both loved and favoured. Eddie really adored Richie’s music taste and everything about it, it perfectly described him as a person and he loved that.
Soon, the last song came on. By the instrumental, Eddie recognised it to be ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love With You’ by Elvis Presley. HIs heart hammered quickly.
Wise men say,
Only fools rush in
But I, cant help, falling in love with you…
Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin?
If I can’t help, falling in love with you…
Eddie’s breath hitched in his throat, feeling his pulse echo throughout his system. This was not part of Richie’s vibe at all, but part of Eddie’s. Eddie loved Elvis Presley whilst Richie wasn’t a big fan of him.
But this song was magical and made for someone special, so Eddie was shocked and swooned. Very much so captivated.
Eddie Kaspbrak was falling in love with Richie Tozier.
Later that night, Richie laid down in bed with his cheap headphones, before plugging them into the mixtape and pressing the button to get the songs going.
The first song started; it was of course one of Richie’s favoured artists as well as Eddie’s. From what he knew, this was one of Eddie’s favourite songs from David Bowie, it was called Heroes and it was a truly beautiful song.
I, I will be king.
And you, you will be queen.
Though nothing, will drive them away
We can beat them, just for one day.
Oh we can be heroes!
Just for one day.
And you, you can be mean.
And I, I drink all the time.
Because we’re lovers, and that is a fact.
Yes we’re lovers, and that is that.
Though nothing, will keep us together
We could steal time, just for one day.
We could be heroes, forever and ever.
What’d you say?
Richie felt his heart pump faster and swell as the mixtape carried on, each song having Eddie’s vibe to it. But Richie could tell that they matched him in a way that made Eddie pick it for him to listen to. Everything was intentional.
After a good 50 minutes, the final song was starting to play. Yet Richie wasn’t prepared for what he was about to hear.
Don’t make it bad,
Take a sad song, then make it better.
Remember, to let her into your heart.
Then you can start to make it better.
Richie’s eyes widened as his thoughts wandered back to Eddie’s simple words. ‘I picked out the songs carefully and put them in order a certain way.’ This meant that Eddie had intentionally wanted Richie to hear this song last.
Don’t be afraid.
You were made to go out and get her.
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better.
Richie felt the tears prick at his waterline as this was the first time of him being emotional at a song. Eddie was the only person that knew about Richie’s home life, how he was neglected by his parents constantly and was alone. He knew that the reason why Richie was so loud and out there was because he didn’t receive the attention he deserved at home, so he wanted it from friends. He wanted to make people laugh, Eddie knew this.
Eddie’s key words lingered in his brain, as it stuck out to him that this single song revealed that Eddie’s whole mixtape was set up in a way to help Richie throughout dark times or whenever he felt alone, so he could remember that Eddie had cared enough to set up this mixtape in perfect order to make Richie stronger in that given moment.
And anytime you feel the pain,
Hey Jude, refrain
Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders.
For well you know that it’s a fool,
Who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder.
Richie’s tears finally fell, making him take his glasses off to refrain any of the tears staining the lenses. Eddie had purposely picked this song as if to say that Richie was in fact his Jude, he wanted Richie to get better and hopefully have a better mindset besides his life at home.
Nah, nah nah, nah nah, nah nah, nah nah…
His breaths shook, as he held the mixtape to his chest with the headphones still placed perfectly on his head. He was thankful to have someone like Eddie who would even bother to do this, as something as simple as this with so much thought put into it only made him fall in love with the small boy even more.
Summary: She and Tom don’t exactly get along, but really, everyone knows they just need to bang.
Pairings: Reader (?) x Tom Holland
Word count: 1.9k
Warnings: Some swearing and some smut
A/n: I’m sorry this is so shitty :/ but let me know what ya think anyways :)))
“And this is as close as you’ll get to it.”
“Wouldn’t want it anyway.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
It was a good feeling when she got the last word in. It
meant she won that round, and boy, there were many rounds of snarky banter.
Neither she nor Tom were overly fond of each other and did what they could to
avoid any situation involving the other. However, when your best friends are
dating, it’s inevitable. Kat and Haz, what a cute couple. She and Tom, no way
in hell. Or at least, that’s what they said every time somebody suggested they
‘just make out already’. See, the thing with those two is that they had
undeniable chemistry; the room was thick with sexual tension whenever they were
together. It was apparent to everyone but them.
They were currently at the boys’ shared apartment. When Haz
had asked the both of them to help him prepare for tonight, they had
begrudgingly agreed. It was Kat’s birthday, and being a good boyfriend, he was
throwing her a surprise party. As much as they disliked each other, she and Tom
loved their friends.
Haz had put them in charge of decorations, so here she was, standing
on a wooden stool in the living room, Tom on the ground behind her. She was on
her toes, trying to tape streamers to the ceiling. Due to the height difference,
he had a perfect view of her ass. She was annoying, but that didn’t mean she
wasn’t hot – not that he’d ever admit that
Suddenly she wobbled a little, and as if on instinct, he
immediately reached out. He grabbed her waist, steadying her.
“Hands off, Holland,” she said sternly, not even looking at
“Geez, I was just trying to help,” he removed his hands, holding
them up defensively.
“My knight in shining armour,” her words dripped with
He rolled his eyes at her.
Having finally taped that section, she asked Tom for another
piece. The small seat she was standing on didn’t allow room for much movement.
As she turned to take it from him, she lost her balance. With a yelp, she fell
forward – right on top of Tom. They crashed to the floor in a loud heap.
They both groaned; him underneath her, she with her face
pressed against his throat. She lifted her head and winced. Haz came running
“What is going on in h–,” he stopped midsentence when he saw
them on the floor, in quite the compromising position.
“It’s not what you think.”
“I’m sure,” he said amused, his grin getting wider. He
contemplated taking pictures but thought better of it. They’d kill him.
“She fell on me,” Tom grunted.
“No, I didn’t!” she protested.
“You literally fell off the stool, onto me.”
“Okay, fine, I did,” she huffed as she stood up, checking
Tom was still lying on the floor, taking a moment to recuperate.
“Um, mate?” Haz snickered, looking down at him.
Haz checked to see if she had noticed yet, before answering,
“You got a little something there,” indicating his collarbone.
Tom swiped at the area, not finding anything.
“What? What is it?” he questioned. He too stood up and
looked between the two, puzzled.
By now, she had realised what Haz was talking about and
suppressed a smile.
She pointed at the mirror on the wall and allowed him to
make the discovery. She and Haz exchanged a look and giggled.
“What the fuck?”
They burst out laughing. Right at the base of his throat,
there was a perfect impression of her lips, her red lipstick staining his pale
skin. Glaring at his reflection, he tried to wipe the mark away but only
succeeded in smudging it.
“How the hell am I supposed to get rid of this?” he growled.
“Will you relax? It’s just lipstick,” she reassured.
“Yeah, that makes it seem like you two were getting intimate,” Haz snorted.
“Shut up,” the other two snapped in unison.
“Okay, okay,” he backed out of the room. “I’m gonna finish
up in the kitchen. You guys should finish all this too, party’s starting soon.”
She nodded at him and turned to look at Tom. He was still
rubbing at that spot and she could tell that it had spread all over his neck
Sighing, she walked over to her bag and pulled out a makeup
wipe. She sauntered over to him and held out the tissue. He took it reluctantly
and cleaned the lipstick off.
She crossed her arms and waited for him, expecting a thank
“You’re welcome, by the way,” he said instead.
“For what?” she asked in confusion.
“You fell on me, I cushioned your fall. You’re welcome,” he
“My hero,” this time she rolled her eyes at him. “Come on,
we gotta finish hanging these streamers.”
Grumbling, they returned to their assigned job.
“Let’s get this party started!” Kat screamed, raising her
cup in the air. Somebody turned the volume up, and the crowd cheered, the
apartment filling with music. She kissed Haz and dragged him into the middle of
the room, dancing with him.
Tom smiled at his friends enjoying themselves. He took a sip
of his drink, his eyes wandering the room before they landed on her. She was wearing a short black
dress, hair cascading down her back. She was tipsy but moved with confidence in
her heels. He watched her hips swinging in time to the beat of the song, her
arms above her head. He admired the curves of her body, very evident in the
confines of the tight fabric. It wasn’t long before some guy was behind her,
his hands on her hips. She was unfazed, grinding against him. She spun around
in his arms, her own coming down over his shoulders. As she moved closer
towards him, Tom looked away, filled with a strange resentment.
He left the room, in search of more alcohol to distract him
from this unwanted feeling.
She needed a drink. She had been dancing for what felt like
hours and was desperately thirsty. Squeezing past the swaying bodies she made
it to the kitchen. She noticed Tom leaning against the counter, talking to
another guest. She moved towards the island bench across from him and grabbed a
bottle, pouring some soda into a cup. She guzzled it down.
“All that grinding made you thirsty, huh?” he asked, more
bitterly than he intended.
Putting the cup down she frowned, “What’s that supposed to
“It clearly means something.”
A thought dawned on her.
“Are… are you… jealous?” she asked in disbelief.
“Are you kidding? Why the hell would I be jealous?” he scoffed. He took a gulp of
“Fine,” she shrugged her shoulders, not really caring.
“Where’s your bathroom?”
“Down the hall to the left.”
She nodded her head once and pushed past party-goers in the
direction he had advised.
In the bathroom she checked herself in the mirror. She
tousled her hair, mind going back to her chat with Tom. What was up with him? Shaking her head, she rummaged through her
purse for the tube of lipstick. Finding it, she removed the lid and applied a
fresh coat. She pressed her lips together, evening out the colour. Just as she
popped the lid back on, the door opened.
“Occupied,” she called out.
“It’s me,” Tom stepped in, closing the door behind him.
“Oh. I was just leaving anyway.”
Zipping up her purse, she took one final glance at the
mirror. She saw Tom in the corner of her
eye and bit her lower lip. He was wearing a black tee emphasising the muscles
in his arms. His jaw was clenched and she noticed how sharp it was. She swallowed.
“Am I making you nervous?” he asked curiously.
“Of course not,” she forced herself to make eye contact,
hoping she exuded more confidence than she was feeling.
“You seem nervous,”
he took a step towards her.
She took a step back.
“Why would I be nervous? If I recall correctly, you were the
one who sounded jealous earlier. Do I
make you nervous?” she countered, trying
to gain the upper hand.
“Not at all, and that wasn’t jealousy,” he continued to move
“What was it then?” her back hit the wall.
He was standing awfully close now. He filled her senses,
sight, smell, hearing. She met his stare,
refusing to look away first.
“It was frustration.”
“At what?” she almost whispered.
“At wanting to do this.”
He cupped her face and crashed his mouth against hers. Once she
recovered from her initial shock, she found herself kissing him back. The rigidity
of her body seeped away as they melded into each other. She reached up and wrapped
her hands around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands dropped down to her
back where they slipped further lower to her ass.
He lifted her up effortlessly and she wrapped her legs
around his waist. Their kiss was messy and passionate as everything they had
been holding in came flooding out. He sat her on the edge of the sink and stood
between her legs with his hands on her thighs. Her dress had ridden up and the
heat of his palms seared her bare skin. He slid one hand up and gripped her hip
while the other remained on her leg. He leaned forward, pushing her back and
she threw an arm behind to find a purchase to support herself. She accidentally
knocked over a bottle but they barely noticed it clattering to the floor. Her legs
hugged his waist she gripped his shoulder with her right hand.
Needing a breath, Tom broke the kiss, moving his lips down
her jaw to her neck. Her head fell back, exposing her throat and she let out a
moan as he found her sweet spot. She tangled her fingers in the curls at the
nape of his neck, her other arm snaking back over his shoulder. She was lost in
bliss. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling.
“Tom,” she moaned his name. Egged on by the sounds falling
from her lips, he brought a hand up and slipped the spaghetti strap from her
shoulder. He kissed down past her collarbone and along the soft skin of her
All of a sudden there was a knock at the door.
It was Haz.
“Fuck,” Tom cursed, as they separated. He stepped back and
went to the door, not looking at her.
She, in turn, slipped off the sink and wiggled her dress
back down to an appropriate length. She pushed her hair out of her face and
turned to the mirror above the sink. Her lipstick was smeared across her mouth
and her cheeks were flushed.
He opened the door.
“Yes, mate?” annoyance in his tone.
Haz’s mouth fell open in surprise when he saw Tom, but then he
noticed her in the bathroom behind him. He smirked.
“Uh, you’ve got a little something…,” he repeated his words
from earlier in the day.
“Huh?” Tom walked over to the sink where she was still
He too, had her lipstick smudged over his mouth and chin. He
dropped his head, shaking it.
“Wait ‘til I tell Kat,” Haz said gleefully, running off in
the direction of the living room.
She looked at Tom. Then she went to the door and closed it. He
turned to her when he heard the click of the lock.