➵ summary: in which you accidentally summon an incubus in the middle of your shitty apartment and he won’t leave until you agree to have sex with him. until then, min yoongi, incubus extraordinaire, is now your sexually promiscuous and grumpy roommate. aka, the incubus au no one fucking asked for.
➵ warnings: lots of swearing, and some bondage and dom/sub!tones (uhh but not really? you’ll get it when you read it hhhh)
➵ genre: fluff, angst, humor, smut
➵ words: 5.8K
➵ a/n:since it’s my 18th bday, i decided to upload this because it has my very first smut scene hhhh ok but it’s not really a smut scene (you’ll understand when you read) and i wanted to celebrate by posting this today!! hope you enjoy~
➵ part 1 // part 2 (you’re here!) // part 3 // part 4 (coming soon!)
Yoongi supposed, for all intents and purposes, that tonight could not have gone any better in his opinion.
He never took you for the type who would be into bondage and orgasm denial, but who was he to deny a lovely lady’s request? Even more so, a beautiful lady who was currently begging for his touch, or so at least that was what he assumed you were saying through the mouth gag he had placed on you.
“What was that, princess? You want me to touch you?” He smirked, his long fingers barely grazing the top of your soaked white panties. You only groaned through the gag; your hips jerked up reflexively, attempting to chase the touch of his fleeing fingers. Your eyes were teary from pent up arousal, having been denied your orgasm at least three times in the last two hours. But oh, did you love it.
Who would have thought that the fiery, sarcastic girl who summoned him two weeks ago could be such a fine submissive?
- English is not my mother tongue so please forgive all my lacks of conjugation / spelling mistakes ♡
Being alone on Halloween night makes you sadder than you thought. This has always been your favorite holiday, enjoying the spooky & childish atmosphere, too happy to decorate your apartment with dozens of candles, pumpkins, bats and fill all your jars with candy. You knew that Namjoon & the boys wouldn’t be here tonight, still in the middle of their promotion in Japan, but you thought that giving sweets to the children ringing at your door would at least cheer you up. You waited until one o'clock in the morning for someone to ring at your door, but no child came to claim a trick or a treat.
It’s now 2am and you still don’t feel like sleeping, feeling too bad for that. How sad is it to spend Halloween night all alone… You’re slumped on your couch, stirring your fingers in a jar filled with candy that you don’t even have the heart to eat. You really miss Namjoon and even if you just have to wait a few days before seeing him again, tonight the distance is much more difficult to bear. On top of that, he doesn’t answer your texts, but you guess that at this late hour of the night, your man must surely sleep. You sigh, your knees swaying slowly in the air while your eyes wanders on the ceiling. The silence of your apartment becomes almost deafening and you wonder if you should not go to sleep anyway.
Feyre, however, knows that this is most certainly bullshit. She was awake too when he was coughing up a lung at two in the morning, and when his nose was so clogged he woke abruptly when he couldn’t breathe normally. Her husband had had such a rough night sleep, in fact, that Feyre woke up before him, and was the first to feel his forehead. It practically burned her hand.
Immediately, she had canceled all of his meetings and obligations for the day. She called upon a healer, who inspected him quickly, quietly, while he was still sleeping, and left after telling Feyre just to make him rest and he would be fine in a couple days.
Feyre had closed the blinds so no light reached Rhys’ sleeping form, allowing him the chance to sleep rather peacefully for many more hours. His wife was completely content to watch over him while he slept, reading her book and brushing his hair back from his face from time to time.
He woke with a start, sitting up and practically trying to jump from the bed, upsetting the damp washcloth that had been sitting on his brow. His legs got twisted with the blanket, however, and he fell to the floor, groaning in discomfort. Feyre had tsked a couple times as she made her way around and helped her mate back to his feet before easing him on the bed again.
Rhys refused to lie down however, insisting that he was completely okay, even as his voice made a scratchy sound every time he talked and snot was currently pouring from his nose. Feyre simply handed him a tissue and pushed his shoulders so he was at least sitting against the headboard.
“But I have so much work to do Feyre. I’m not sick!” He kept saying, though he had just gratefully accepted the cup of tea she offered for his sore throat.
“I already canceled all your appointments for the day. Everyone understands that even the High Lord needs a sick day once in a while.” Feyre calmly explained, brushing his sticky hair off of his forehead. He looked like crap, she had to admit.
Thank you so much, darling.
Oops. It’s not a bad thing, Rhys. It’s actually a little nice to know that you don’t look perfect all the time. She winked at him.
“Yeah, well I can get dressed now so you don’t have to keep looking at me in my less than perfect state.” He said playfully, going to stand but Feyre pushed him down yet again.
“Nuh uh, sir, you are staying in this bed. In fact, I vote today to be pajama day!” She exclaimed. Rhys sighed, smiling slightly as he looked at her fondly. He was so easy to convince
Now, he grasps her hand in his and squeezes once. “What did I do to deserve you?”
Feyre winks again. “I ask myself the same thing everyday.” Suddenly, she stands up and skitters to the door. “Okay, you stay put and get comfy. I’ll be right back with food and stuff for the day. It’s about time we just spent a day together.” Her smile takes his breath away as she opens the door and swiftly departs.
The High Lord shakes his head, blows his nose, and takes a couple sips of his tea. When the cup was almost empty, he stands, stretching his sore limbs and thanking Feyre for getting him out of training with Cassian today. To be honest, he doesn’t think he would be able to do it in this state.
Rhys walks to his closet, going to the bottom drawer and pulling out a pair of footie pajamas with stars all over it that Mor had gotten him as a joke. He decides if he was going to spoil Feyre’s image of him as this sexy, perfect High Lord, he might as well do it comfortably.
About half an hour later, Rhys snuggled halfway beneath his covers, halfway not, warm and cozy in his pjs, Feyre comes back. She drops three bags of groceries on the table, scampers over to the bed to place a kiss on Rhys’ forehead, and then dashes for the closet. Rhys sits up in his bed in preparation, having a slight coughing fit in the meantime.
Rhys is just picking up another tissue when the closet door opens. Rhys drops the tissue. As well as his jaw. However, as always, he recovers quickly. “I didn’t know it was that kind of pajama day, darling. You should have told me and I wouldn’t look like such a dork.” He smirks, eyes freely roaming up and down her body which is scantily covered in a incredibly small black nightgown. He is working to stand and go to her as she holds up a finger.
“We’re not doing that today, not when you’re still sick. Though it doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the view.” Feyre grins, causing Rhys to groan and fall back on his pillows.
“You torture me, you know that?” He asks, raising an eyebrow and following the movements of her body as she makes her way to the bed.
“Oh, yes, I do.” She hums, sliding under the covers next to him and peeking at what he is wearing underneath. “Love the footie pajamas by the way, so incredibly sexy.”
Rhys’ smirk comes back as he slides a hand under the covers towards her. “Sexy, you say?” But the act is ruined by a coughing fit that takes over his body.
Feyre rubs his back soothingly until he is done and then gets out of bed to bring him the snacks from the table, ready to settle in for a relaxing day with her mate.
For a couple hours, Feyre and Rhys simply read, eat, and cuddle, content in the silent company of each other. Eventually, Rhys’ eyes grow tired and he can no longer focus on what he is reading. So, Feyre takes the book from his hands, pulls Rhys down to lay his head in her lap, and reads aloud to him. Too many times, Feyre feels a hand start brushing along the edge of her nightgown and each time, with the hand that is constantly brushing through his hair, Feyre pulls at the strands slightly, causing him to growl and stop.
Later in the afternoon, Feyre leaves for a few minutes to make him soup. When Rhys spies the bowl in her hands, his eyes sparkle. She feeds him the hot soup but his eyes never leave hers as he eats, no doubt remembering the first time she made him soup. When the bowl is empty, he once again lays his head on her lap and stares up at her with pleading eyes.
His footsie pajamas have someone become unzipped to the waist, the upper half tied around his waist. Whether this is because he is hot or for some other reason, Feyre can’t be entirely sure. She laughs and shakes her head down at him, causing her hair to fall down in his face. He tugs at the loose strands in a silent question. “You’re insufferable.”
“But you love me.” Rhys reminds helpfully.
“That I do, however you know that I will not make love to you until you are 100% better.” Feyre retorts.
Her husband harrumphs, crossing his arms and sniffing. Feyre watches, however, as his eyes begin to slide shut once more. He snuggles around her, burying his head in her stomach. She smiles and runs her fingers through his hair again, feeling absolutely perfect in this moment.
That is, until she sneezes.
She feels Rhys smirk against her tummy. “Guess we’re having another pajama day tomorrow.”
can I have a yoongi smut where the condom breaks and he only notices it after he came so it turns into angst but then into fluff again
It was one of those days were you painfully missed your boyfriend. He wouldn’t be home until next month and you couldn’t stop thinking about him. As you check the calendar on your phone you realize it he would be in a meeting right now so you couldn’t call him to hear his voice. Suddenly you were awoken by a new idea, pulling out your earphones and putting them in. You scrolled through your sound-cloud until you found his mix-tape, listening to the song as well as the voice you loved so much. You starred up at the ceiling trying to figure out if this was working or if it was only making you miss him even more. You honestly should have been used to this now since you’ve been dating him for 2 years already. With a sigh, you closed your eyes. The more you thought about him you thought that maybe you were losing your mind. It felt as if he was right next to you in the bed.
A hand moved up and pulled the earphone out.
“How can you listen to music that loud? I could hear my own voice walking in through the door.”
Your eyes snapped open and you looked next to you to find your smiling boyfriend.
“Y-you’re home? But you weren’t supposed to come back for another month-”
“I told them I couldn’t stand to be away from you so I came back to visit you. I can only be here for the weekend though so don’t get too excited..”
You sat up and hugged him so tightly you wondered if it was hurting him but the chuckle in his voice made it seem otherwise.
“God I missed you so much..” You mumbled into his shoulder, not wanting to let him go.
“Is that why you were listening to my song?”
You gave him a nod.
“You’re so cute.” Yoongi smiled, finally giving you a kiss.
You wouldn’t even want to admit to how embarrassingly needy you felt just at the thought of feeling his lips against yours. You had waited so long to feel his arms around you, his gaze only on you, his voice only talking to you, and more importantly, just seeing him in front of you. When the light make-out started getting heavier the small moan that came from your mouth definitely initiated something more. His strong hands held you up onto his lap, occasionally grazing your ass.
“Do I ever tell you how much I love your body?” He groaned.
“Pretty often, actually.”
A look of trouble overcame his face with a smirk. “Good.”
Before you knew it, you were already back at it with him, trying to clumsily take your clothes off without pulling your lips away. He gladly helped, pulling your shirt off and over your head to leave you only in your underwear. You could hear the sound of your own heart beating in your chest. It was the same guy you’d been with for years but every time it got down to it, you felt the same rush in your chest as always. Maybe that was a good thing but you felt like you could live without the slight nervousness.
The feeling of his hands placing themselves on your bare sides snapped you out of the thoughts you were having. He lazily gave you a smile, making your face feel warm. Oddly enough, you just then realized just how much you loved him. Seeing his messy hair but still thinking that he was absolutely perfect in this moment.
“What is it?” He asked.
You shook your head. “I’ll tell you about it later.”
Without a warning you felt his hands move down lower until his fingers played with the sides of your underwear. You gave a light smile and a nod to tell him it was okay and he proceed to pull them down your thighs. His lips pressed themselves against your skin, giving you goosebumps. Your bare core was sitting ontop of his clothed, but not absently hard, member under you.
“Do you really have to tease me? It’s already been 3 months….” You whined.
He let out a hoarse laugh. “Fine, get one of the condoms out of the drawer and I won’t tease you anymore.”
You helped him out by removing his boxers for him, rushing him due to your neediness. A hand reached over to grab the condom and the other to help tear it open. Yoongi took control for you as he slid the condom on himself and aligned himself directly up with you. His eyes glanced over to you.
“Alright. Go ahead, babe.”
“Y-you want me to do it?”
He gave a nod. “It’s nice to watch you ride me.”
Being blunt when it came to sex wasn’t a surprise because honestly, he was just a blunt person overall. You do as you’re told, slowly moving yourself down him. You watched him bit his lip, knowing he was enjoying the view. Maybe that’s why he was always under you, you thought to yourself. As your hips start move, his facial expression doesn’t change much. The way you could tell he was getting into it was his pace. He liked to watch you move against him but occasionally you’d feel him thrust up himself or he’d tighten his grip on your sides.
The more and more you felt him fucking you the harder it became to hold yourself up. Your hands fell next to him, holding your body up. Yoongi’s lips were brought back to your chest and neck once more, helping you strangle out more moans of his name. To which he was definitely not complaining. He knew convincing you to get a house instead of an apartment would be quite beneficial due to his hidden kink. His thumbs pressed down on the right spot on yours hips to keep you in place. Yoongi mercilessly pounded into you from underneath despite you supposed to be riding him. Sometimes he’d get impatient and take things into his own hands but you weren’t complaining. When he became in charge it was only a bigger turn on.
What really did it though was the small curse words that fell out of his mouth and his usually composed face changing. It was hard to focus on as his hips messily kept going. You knew your boyfriend’s patterns well enough to know he was close. Your chest now pressed up against his as you kissed him roughly in between sharing moans.
“Fuck, I love you…” He moaned.
In the heat of the moment you barely had time to react and you were unsure if he was just saying it or not. He thrusted into you once more before finally reaching his own climax. As you got off of his chest, panting, you hear him curse once more.
You look over to see what he was referring to and you felt as if your heart was going to stop.
“Wait, Yoongi. Tell me that just broke.”
He looked up at you. “Y/N, It’s not a big deal.”
“NOT A BIG DEAL?”
He watched as you stood up from the bed in panic.
“We can not have a kid! What if this gets me pregnant? Huh? Then what are we going to do?”
Yoongi sat up and grabbed your hand.
“Then we figure things out together. Maybe having a kid isn’t a bad idea?”
You couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth.
“Are you insane? This is the busiest work as ever been for you! I’ll have to do everything alone and I don’t have the money for a kid. I’m unfit to be a mom Yoongi! I can’t do this and I don’t want to do this…not without you.”
He reached out and pulled you back on the bed.
“This isn’t even really happening..you’re getting ahead of yourself. It may not even happen. BUT if by some chance it does I will work everything out. I’ll move you out to Seoul and I’ll come home every night. We can have our small family of 3 to come home to after work. I have enough money to take care of them and I’m not going to let you do a single thing alone. I love you, okay? I’m not going anywhere and whatever happens we do this together.”
You teared up. “I’m just scared..”
He nodded, rubbing your back gently.
“I know. It’s not that I’m not scared, I just believe that you’ll be a good parent if it came down to it. You’re the person I love the most and this isn’t going to change that.”
“Yeah…I love you too.”
Yoongi let out a sigh of relief. “Well at least that’s a good start.”
You laughed lightly, wiping the tears off your cheeks.
“I guess it won’t be too bad since it’s you.”
“That’s my girl….Now that, that’s over with. Since we can’t really do anything now that it’s already done. How about you come back over here so I can help you out a little more, hmm?”
Warnings: Alcohol mentioned, fluff, general father daughter cuteness
Summary: Y/N Rannells is her father’s date to the Tony’s, and despite having met plenty of celebrities, one manages to leave her particularly starstruck.
A/N: In honour of the Tony nominations, here’s an imagine about two of my favourite nominees (featuring a new paragraphing system thing done ever so kindly by @musiclover1072 )
“You want to take me to the Tony’s with you?” I said in disbelief, looking at my dad with wide eyes.
“Of course. Your dad’s out of town, and you’re my favourite and only daughter. If I win, I want you to be there with me!” He said, punching my shoulder lightly.
“My friends are totally going to freak out when they hear that I went to the Tony’s. You’re the best, dad.” I said, pulling my uncle into a tight hug. He chuckled and reciprocated the hug, pulling me tight against him.
“You’re a Rannells, Y/N. You’re my only daughter, and I love you.” He said, ruffling my hair slightly.
“I remember when you took me to the premiere of The Book of Mormon. Dad got so mad, but it was the best night.” I recounted, letting go of him. Dad laughed, a smile blooming on his face.
“You were 13. It shouldn’t have been anything new.” He said, the smile quickly morphing into a smirk.
“Back to the Tony’s. I’m going to need a dress, right?” I said and dad nodded, sitting down at the breakfast bar.
“Of course. You and your aunt can go get that. I’m not going to deprive her of that experience.” He said, crossing his arms across his chest.
“Cool. There’s going to be so many celebrities there, oh my god.” I said and dad gave me a weird look.
“You’ve grown up with celebrities, Y/N. Your godfather is Josh Gad, for crying out loud.” Dad said and I shrugged my shoulders.
“Uncle Josh is cool, but the celebrity factor has rubbed off a little for him. There are so many people I haven’t met who are going to be there.” I gasped a little and looked at dad enthusiastically. “I can meet Ben Platt. And Mike Faist. Oh my god.” I said and dad shook his head, rolling his eyes affectionately.
“Let’s not focus on Patti LuPone, or Bette Midler, for example.” Dad muttered, a small smile on his face.
“Dad, you introduced me to Patti LuPone at Broadwaycon last year.” I said and dad’s eyes widened slightly. He shrugged his shoulders apologetically and I laughed.
“Seriously dad, I’m so excited about the Tony’s. Talk about the ultimate father daughter night out.” I said and dad snorted, running a hand through his hair.
“It’ll be perfect, Y/N. Absolutely perfect.”
“Ok. Don’t freak out Y/N.” I muttered to myself in the limo, fiddling with the skirt of my dress. I was wearing a black and gold dress that fit perfectly, but my perfect outer appearance did not reflect my mental situation.
“Y/N, honey, you’ll be fine. It’s just like opening night.” Dad said and I gave him an unimpressed look.
“Except this is being broadcast on live television, and there’s a lot more people.” I said and dad reached out and grabbed my hand.
“Hey. I love you, and you’re my daughter. You were practically raised in the limelight.” Dad said and I nodded, taking in a deep breath.
“Then let’s do this.” I said and dad smiled, kissing the top of my forehead.
“By the way, you look beautiful.” Dad added as we exited the car, looping his arm through mine. I smiled widely, despite the flashes from the cameras hurting my eyes.
“Andrew, can we have a quick interview?” A reporter shouted and dad nodded, walking over towards them.
“Hi!” Dad said enthusiastically, waving at the reporter.
“Hi. How are you this evening?” The interviewer asked and dad responded the way he always does. With over the top enthusiasm.
“And who is this lovely lady?” The interviewer asked, gesturing towards me. Dad’s smile widened, and so did mine.
“This is my daughter, Y/N. She’s my date this evening.” Dad said, beaming down at me.
“And who are you wearing, Y/N?” The interviewer asked and my face screwed up a little.
“I have no idea. It’s from Bloomingdales, so.” I said and dad laughed, as did the interviewer.
“Thanks Y/N. Well, good luck tonight Andrew.” The interviewer said, and we waved at him as we walked away.
“He was nice.” I said and dad chuckled as we made our way into the theatre.
“Hey, I’m gonna go find our seats, and maybe grab us a drink.” Dad said, winking at me. Dad was pretty chill about me drinking, seeing as I’m 19, and he was drinking at 19.
“Awesome. I’m just gonna go meet some of the people.” I said and dad nodded, but there was a nervous look in his eyes. “Call me when you’ve found our seats, and lemme know where it is, ok?” I said and dad nodded, looking considerably less worried.
“Have fun sweetie.” Dad said, kissing the top of my head. I waved goodbye and walked off, taking in a deep breath. There were so many people in the theatre, yet somehow I knew most of them.
“Y/N Rannells, is that you?” I heard a voice say and I turned around to see a familiar face.
“Uncle Christian!” I said, tackling him in a hug.
“Hey Y/N. I didn’t think you’d be here. Where’s your dad?” He said and I shrugged my shoulders.
“He’s finding our seats. Seeing as dad’s out of town, he decided he’d take me as his date. Ultimate father daughter night out.” I said and Christian chuckled, patting my shoulder.
“Fair enough. If you see your dad, tell him I said hi. And good luck.” He said and I nodded, giving him one last hug before walking away. I walked around in wonder, realising how many people would die if they met Christian Borle, let alone Andrew Rannells. I was so lost in thought that I didn’t register the person walking right towards me, and I only noticed them when we collided.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” I heard an incredibly familiar voice say.
“No, it’s fine. Honestly.” I said, looking right into the eyes of Ben Platt.
“I take it you’re not a nominee.” Ben said and I chuckled, shaking my head.
“Unfortunately not. I am, however, the escort of one.” I said and Ben’s eyes widened.
“So whose the lucky guy? Or girl. It doesn’t matter.” Ben said and I smiled, laughing lightly.
“My father, actually.” I said and Ben’s jaw dropped slightly.
“I’ve just realised we haven’t been introduced. Ben Platt.” He said, sticking his hand out. “
"I know.” I said and Ben chuckled to himself.
“If that’s a Dear Evan Hansen reference, consider me impressed.” Ben said as I shook his hand.
“It works as a reference and a statement in its own right. Y/N Rannells.” I said and Ben’s eyes widened to the size of saucers.
“You… your dad is Andrew Rannells? The Andrew Rannells?” Ben asked, gaping at me.
“The one and only. Unless you know another Broadway legend called Andrew Rannells who’s from Nebraska.” I said and Ben laughed, the sound beautiful.
“Unfortunately I do not. Can I just say, I think you look beautiful Y/N.” Ben said and I felt my cheeks heat up.
“Thanks Ben. You don’t look too bad yourself.” I said and Ben waved a hand in my direction.
“You’re going to make me blush.” Ben said and I chuckled, smoothing down my dress. My phone rang and I shot Ben and apologetic look.
“It’s my dad.” I mouthed and Ben nodded, giving me a thumbs up.
“Hey dad. You found our seats?” I said, still glancing over at Ben.
“That’s why I’m calling. We’re in seats 13 A and B. Where are you?” Dad said and I paused, furrowing my eyebrows.
“Um, towards the back of the theatre, near the front of the bar. I ran into Uncle Christian before. He said hello and good luck.” I said and dad chuckled to himself.
“That sounds like Christian. You run into anyone else yet? Anyone on your bucket list?” Dad said and I snorted slightly.
“Dad, a bucket list is a list of things you want to do. I do not have a people bucket list.” I said and dad snorted loudly, most likely drawing the attention of people nearby.
“That’s my girl, but I’m serious. Have you met anyone exciting, aside from Uncle Christian.” Dad said and I looked at Ben, shooting him a smile.
“Ben Platt is currently standing in front of me, very awkwardly may I add.” I said and Ben immediately straightened up, fixing his hair. Dad chuckled softly and I imagined he was smiling.
“Tell him I said hi and good luck. Also, tell him that if Mike Faist beats me for the Tony I won’t be disappointed.” Dad said and I smiled, nodding despite being on the phone.
“Got it. See you soon. Love you.” I said, hanging up my phone.
“Dad says hi and good luck.” I said immediately and Ben chuckled, running a hand through his hair.
“Thanks. I should probably go to my seat, but it was wonderful meeting you.” Ben said and I nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.
“The same goes for you. I hope you win tonight. You deserve it.” I said, walking off to my seat and not noticing the blush that covered his cheeks.
The opening number was incredible, and I was already on the edge of my seat. The first awards were called, and I found myself clapping and cheering loudly, earning a few strange looks from others. “And now, the nominees for best supporting actor in a musical.” The announcer said and I was immediately alert.
The announcer read the names out, and I crossed my fingers. “And the Tony goes to… Andrew Rannells.” The announcer called and I looked over at dad, who was in disbelief.
“You did it dad! You did it!” I whispered eagerly, pulling him into a tight hug. Dad hugged me back quickly and made his way up onto the stage, beaming our at the audience.
“I’d like to thank everyone who has encouraged and supported me over my career. My wonderful partner Michael, who is unfortunately not with me tonight, and my beautiful daughter Y/N, who is here tonight.” Dad said, gesturing to me.
The camera turned and my beaming face was projected on the screens. “I love you dad!” I mouthed, earning a few chuckles from people nearby.
“ I remember only a few weeks after we adopted Y/N, I took her to opening night of The Book of Mormon. Michael wasn’t exactly pleased, but it is one of my greatest memories with her, and may tonight be another one of them. I love you Y/N.” Dad said, and I felt the tears well in my eyes. I let out a loud whoop as he walked off the stage, Tony clutched in his hand and tears in his eyes.
“You deserve that so much.” I said, pulling dad into the tightest hug I could muster once he returned to his seat.
“I’m so glad you’re here with me, Y/N.” Dad said, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“Congratulations.” I heard a voice say and I turned my head to see Ben Platt standing there.
“Thank you very much Ben. I do wish you the best of luck. I’m sure my daughter desperately wants you to win.” Dad said, winking at me as my cheeks flushed pink.
Ben chuckled awkwardly and I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Dad.” I said sternly, giving him a look of warning.
“She’s quite the Dear Evan Hansen fan, my Y/N/N, and quite a fan of yours, might I add.” Dad continued, shooting Ben a smile. I was fairly certain my cheeks were a crimson red, but that didn’t stop my dad from embarrassing me further. “She wouldn’t stop gushing about how good you were in Dear Evan Hansen. She was actually hoping to meet you tonight, and clearly she got her wish.” Dad said, looking at me with an almost evil smirk on his face.
Ben awkwardly cleared his throat, his cheeks the same colour as mine. “Well, uh, unless she’d like to go to the afterparty with you, I, um, wouldn’t mind her accompanying me to it.” Ben stammered, suddenly looking and sounding very much in character.
“Y/N.” Dad said, raising his eyebrows slightly.
“I’d love to.” I said, smiling brightly at Ben. He returned the smile, and dad suddenly looked very smug.
“Wonderful. Call me when you want to leave the afterparty, sweetie.” Dad said, taking his seat once more.
“I, uh, I’ll meet you after the ceremony.” Ben said, awkwardly shoving his hand in his suit pockets.
“I look forward to it. Quick question, you got a pen?” I said and Ben nodded, a half smile forming on his face. He pulled a sharpie out of his pocket, and he passed it to me. I took it and gently rolled up the sleeve of his suit. I uncapped the sharpie and wrote a series of numbers on his arm. My phone number. “Call me, ok?” I said and Ben’s cheeks flushed, the smile on his face growing wider.
“I’ll make sure to.” Ben said and I took in a deep breath, pressing a kiss to his lips. His lips were soft and warm, and tasted faintly of champagne. I pulled away slowly, Ben’s lips tinted a peachy colour from my lipstick.
“I, uh, um, I’ll see you later.” Ben squeaked out, blushing darkly.
“Ditto.” I muttered, waving him off slowly.
“You’re welcome.” Dad said, making me jump a little.
“Jesus Christ, dad.” I said, pressing a hand to my chest.
“Like I said, you’re welcome. You two never would’ve gone anywhere if you kept dancing around the ‘problem’.” Dad said, putting quotation marks around problem.
“I, uh, um.” I stammered, trying and failing to form a response. Dad chuckled and patted my shoulder, trying to console me.
“It’s all good Y/N/N. You and Ben will be adorable together, I can just see it. He’s pretty easy on the eyes after all.” He said and I scoffed, playfully hitting his shoulder.
“My dad hitting on the guy I’m interested in. This sounds like some messed up soap opera episode.” I said and dad chuckled, nodding his head as the next award was called.
“Our life is nothing normal, Y/N. And that’s a good thing.” He said meaningfully, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “A very good thing indeed.”
Ben had been going to the gym for about 3 months before he
finally spoke to Jeff. Jeff was a personal trainer who worked there and was the
best thing about the place for Ben.
Jeff was tall, with dirty blonde hair and always clean shaven.
Being a personal trainer, his physique was absolutely perfect. He was a big man
who was way beyond toned all over, with pecs that looked solid and could be
shown off no matter what he wore. His arms were well defined and he had an ass
that was muscly and pulled his shorts back helping to show the outline of his
bulge on occasion. In other words, he was Ben’s idea of perfection.
Ben on the other hand was slim and always had been. He was
tall at 6′1 but still a little shorter than Jeff. His frame was slight and
scrawny looking. Ben had given up on the idea of ever looking like a man like Jeff. He was
built for running and that was what he was doing when Jeff first came over to
him; stomping away on the treadmill.
‘That’s quite a sweat you’re building up there’
Ben’s heart pounded suddenly having Jeff come up to him. He’d
been longing to find an excuse to talk to him for so long and now here was Jeff
initiating conversation with him!
‘Umm, yeah. Thanks’
‘I’ve seen you in here a lot; your running technique is
good. What are you looking to train for?’
Ben lowered the speed on the treadmill to a slow walk so he
wasn’t a sweaty mess whilst he spoke to Jeff.
‘Um, nothing really. It’s just something I’m good at.
Running. I mean, I’m good at running. So that’s what I do’.
He was making a mess of this. How embarrassing. But Jeff just
grinned widely at him, flashing his perfect smile that gave Ben butterflies in
his stomach. He knew Jeff was straight. He’d met one of his now ex-girlfriends at a class once. Her body
was perfection as well.
‘I train a few guys who do a lot of running and helped them
to get in to other sports and training. Like you they sort of got stuck in
their ways and needed a little, push in the right direction I think’
‘Um, yeah, that sounds good. What is it you do?’ stammered
‘Well, no two clients are the same as I’m sure you know’ smiled
Jeff. ‘And personal training isn’t for everyone but how about a free session
tomorrow and we see how we go from there?’
Ben was sold. One-to-one sessions with Jeff. Yeah, he’d have
to pay for it, but this was going to be amazing. He’d just have to think of
some method to strap his penis down to avoid getting an erection around him, or
at least conceal it. That could be awkward.
Ben began training with Jeff twice a week. It worked well
and Jeff was just as nice as he’d appeared on that first session. Always
professional. He pushed Ben hard but never lost that friendly and charming
personality he had. If anything, Ben grew even more attracted to him over the
next few months.
However, one day Ben arrived at the gym to see Jeff looking
quite serious. He definitely had his professional head on today.
‘Ok, I’m setting up a few of my clients for a tournament we’re
doing at another local gym. You’re going to be involved in it.’
‘Oh right ok. I’m up for that’ said Ben, although it didn’t
seem like there was much choice in the matter.
‘I’ll show you this chart. This is the starting weight for
all my clients I’m entering. You’re here at 155lbs. We need to steadily
increase that weight so you’re ready for it in January. We’re going to get you
to 260lbs through a combination of weight training and diet’.
Ben’s breath was taken away. Jeff was so matter-of-fact
about it all. But there it was, in black and white; his name with the goal
weight of 260lbs next to it. He’d never said to Jeff that he ever had any
interest in bulking before and didn’t really understand where this had come
from. But he was by no means the client Jeff was pushing the hardest. Some guys
on his list had goal weights of 300lbs or more. At least Jeff had gone a little
easier on him.
‘What sort of competition is it you want us to do?’ asked
‘I’ll explain that closer to the time. I really want you to
be involved but - the honest truth is that, at the moment, you’re just too small
to be a part of it with the other guys I train’ said Jeff, almost pityingly.
Ben had always felt bad about being so scrawny and it seemed
like Jeff thought his size was a bad thing too. He felt slightly ashamed at
‘Well, I don’t think I can get to 260. But we can make a
start and maybe look at the target weight some other time?’ said Ben,
Jeff was not a man who compromised; Ben knew that. And Jeff seemed to ignore the comment
‘Let’s make a start then. We’ll head over to the weights
room and get you started there. We’re going to leave the cardio stuff for the
time being. Then I want to talk to you about diet.’
Weight training with Jeff was even more of a turn on. He got
to be even closer to Jeff and have him touch him to help him get his posture
right for each lift. Given that there were only 7 months until the tournament,
Jeff advised Ben to do a dirty bulk. That meant anything was good to eat as
long as it had lots of calories. It would build up his strength and size
quickly; and whilst some fat would come with it, that could be worked on closer
to the competition, around October time.
So Ben began his bulk. He ate and ate as much as he could.
If it had lots of calories in it, he ate it. He loved the attention he had from Jeff,
marking his progress and increasing his training sessions to three and
sometimes four per week.
It wasn’t long until the effects of all this eating started
to show. For the first time in his life, Ben had a small poochy stomach and
slightly pointy nipples. But Jeff was so encouraging every time his weight went
up each week Ben knew he was doing the right thing.
Ben’s ass was swelling up and this forced him to increase the
size of some of his clothes. He was suddenly a 34″ waist, something he’d never
been in his life! But Jeff was so complimentary about the increasing size of
Ben’s biceps and thighs, any doubts Ben had were lifted.
October soon rolled around and Jeff sat Ben down for a
serious chat about his progress.
‘Listen Ben, I’d hoped to start the cardio training back up
by now to lose some of this fat you seem to be concerned about, but you’re just
not making the gains I had expected of you by this time’. Ben had just weighed
in at 205lbs.
‘We’re going to press on without the cardio for now and review it in a few
Jeff looked crestfallen. Ben felt almost ashamed.
‘I’m not overly concerned about the fat, don’t worry. I’ll just
have to train harder for you’ said Ben with a smile, hoping to perk Jeff up. But
his comments only seemed to make Jeff more downhearted.
‘There’s not much more I can really do to get you trained
ready for the tournament Ben, I’m working pretty hard here’.
‘Oh, I didn’t mean that!’ said Ben, embarrassed. Why did he
have to put his foot in it?
‘No, Ben, this is about you really. Your calorie intake, it’s
just not enough. You really need to start putting some effort in there’.
Ben had never eaten so much in his life than he had in the
last few months but still this was not good enough. He felt bad.
‘I’m sorry, you’re right. I’m really going to go for it. I
‘Ok, come on then Ben’ said Jeff only a little more
cheerfully. ‘Let’s get started on your session today’.
Ben shopped only for high calorie foods from then on. Fried
food, high sugar; high fat only. He ate as often as he could and forced it all
down his throat. He was glad to see his belly bloom and his pecs swell. His
face started to look full and masculine, or at least that’s what Jeff said when
he weighed in at 220lbs three weeks later.
‘I had to buy 36″ waist jeans’ said Ben with a smile hoping
to impress Jeff with his effort.
‘Yeah’ said Jeff, a little underwhelmed. ‘I think next time
you increase your sizes, you’re best skipping straight to 40s. You are going to
be experiencing a little more abdominal fat with the type of bulking we’re
‘Yeah, sure I can do that’ said Ben enthusiastically. He
wanted to impress Jeff so much but every time his efforts seemed to fall flat.
It didn’t help that the next few weeks seemed to have very little impact on Ben’s
weight. He ate and ate but very little seemed to stick. By the time the end of
November arrived, Ben was still sitting at 230lbs.
Jeff was quiet during their weigh in. His disappointment and frustration at Ben was clear even if he was too professional to say it.
‘How are the other guys you’re training doing?’ asked Ben
looking to make any kind of conversation he could.
‘Good, yeah, thanks for asking. A couple of them have
already exceeded their target weights and the others are all very close to
Ben felt bad once again. He didn’t realise how close January
really was. He needed to get to 260lbs as soon as he could now but he was still
Ben’s gut had developed properly now. It sat under his chest
like a slightly deflated beach ball. His ass had swollen massively and it was
strange for Ben to feel it bouncing happily behind him as he walked. But it
still wasn’t where he needed to be.
Finally, Jeff had his last session with Ben before the
holidays. Ben had overeaten every day and was even waking up at night to eat
more calories. At their final weigh in Ben finally hit 240lbs.
‘Ok, you’ve given yourself a lot to do over the holidays’ said Jeff. ‘I wish you’d stuck to your diet plan a little more but 20lbs in
three weeks is not entirely impossible’.
‘I can do it’ said Ben.
‘Yeah?’ smiled Jeff. ‘I like your confidence man. I really want you there with us at the tournament.’ His smile to Ben when he said this seemed so genuine and heartfelt, Ben knew he had to do this for him.
Ben hardly moved over the holiday period. He ate and ate.
His friends and family were surprised when they saw how big he was looking, but
when Ben told them it was for a tournament he was training for in a few weeks,
they seemed satisfied. The massive overdoses of calories and night feeds seemed
to be working. Ben could feel the weight pouring on to him and by January 1st,
Ben was incredibly relieved to see he’d made 261lbs on his scale. At last! He
He had to text Jeff straight away. He wrote and rewrote it
many times. He’d never text Jeff before. He wanted it to sound ok. In the end he settled for.
‘I made it with 1lb to spare. 261lbs. Thanks for all your
hard work. Ben’
Jeff, didn’t respond to it. He was obviously off with better
people having fun. It wasn’t until two days later when Ben had his first
training session with Jeff booked that he heard back from him. Jeff called him
up from the gym.
‘Hi Ben, it’s Jeff. Listen, congratulations on reaching your
target weight. I was really pleased when I got your text.’
‘Thanks Jeff, I -’
‘I’m afraid we won’t be able to do our training session
today. The gym is full of new subscribers. It’s packed here. But, I have your
address here on file so I thought I’d come over to you instead and let you know
a bit more about this tournament and where we’re going to go with your training
from here. Does that sound ok? About the same time. 6.30?’
‘Yeah, that sounds gr-’
‘Good, ok catch you then Ben.’
And with that, Jeff was gone. Ben was breathless; Jeff was
coming to his house! He tidied and cleaned. He felt almost proud to have Jeff
come over to see him.
Ben was sitting, waiting early from six o’clock. Jeff was ever professional
and arrived a couple of minutes early.
‘Happy new year’ he said, walking straight in to the house. ‘Right,
let’s get started then. I have my own scales here so we can check your weight
and I want to do some body measurements. We’re probably best going up to your
bathroom for this; I need a hard surface for the scales’.
Ben was astounded by his enthusiasm as always. Jeff never
wasted time during a session and was already half way up the stairs. He’d set
up the scales ready in the bathroom and was already preparing notes on his
clipboard when Ben joined him.
‘Clothes off today Ben. We need it to be as accurate as
Slightly concerned about his crotch, Ben slowly removed his
t shirt and sweat pants and tried to bend forward slightly to hide it just in
case anything happened down there whist Jeff was around.
‘Underwear as well today I’m afraid Ben’ said Jeff writing
on his clipboard and not even looking at Ben.
Ben hesitated. He sighed and quickly pulled his underwear
down and laid them on the bath tub before cupping his penis and stepping on the scale for Jeff.
‘262lbs!’ said Jeff with a slight uplift in his
voice that told Ben he had done well. He stood a little taller on the scale
knowing Jeff was pleased with him.
‘Right, I just need to get some other measurements as well; we’ll
start with your waist’.
Ben closed his eyes as he felt the tape measure wrap around
his belly. He was trying so hard not to get turned on whilst he was naked in
front of Jeff.
‘I couldn’t have done it without you. You’ve been a great
trainer. I can’t get over how much stronger I feel. I feel like I could lift a
Jeff carried on his measurements, noting them on his
‘You know you can only bench press 10lbs more than when we
started back last summer don’t you?’ said Jeff not looking at Ben, but still making
‘Oh… Well, I feel like I’m a lot stronger anyway’ said Ben
trying not to feel embarrassed.
‘No, not really’ said Jeff, writing his last note and putting down his clipboard before looking at Ben in the mirror in front of them.
‘I mean, if I could show you for a second Ben.’ Jeff pulled
off his top, making Ben’s heart race. He stood in front of the mirror looking
at Ben and spoke to him in his usual, professional manner. He tensed one arm
‘This is muscle. You see here’. He pointed to it all with his
finger. ‘And down here in the abdominal area, this is made up of mostly muscle.’ He then pulled down his shorts and stood there in his tight boxers flexing one
leg. ‘This here is muscle in the glutes and thighs. Can you see how defined and firm it looks?’
Ben could feel a swelling in his penis. He tried to
breathe heavier to control it.
‘What I’ve added to you is mostly fat. It’s soft looking. What I can see when I
look at you now is a lot of fat in the abdominal area, which is funny because you used to have almost a little six pack back before we started this. Also, like a lot of guys who put on weight, you’ve put on a lot of fat here in what we refer to as the love-handle region - and your glutes are a lot
larger and made up of more body fat than they were seven months ago’. All the while he was pointing and gesturing to different parts of Ben’s overfed body. ’Your
muscle mass has hardly increased at all in fact’
‘Oh, I -’ stuttered Ben, unsure how Jeff expected him to
’I haven’t been training anyone else like this. I just said
those things to keep your spirits up. And you can relax, because we won’t be
entering you in any tournaments any time soon.’
Jeff gave Ben a friendly tap on his ass to step off his
scales, which Ben responded to without question.
‘Did I do something wrong?’ asked Ben, confused.
Jeff bent down to pack up his scales.
‘No, you did everything right. You should be pleased with
‘So what’s - what’s it all been for then?’ asked Ben feeling
‘My entertainment’ said Jeff without hesitating, nor losing
his professional tone. ‘I’ve really enjoyed watching you get fatter each week’ he confessed, whilst giving Ben a manly, congratulatory pat on the back.
‘Umm, I -’
‘Can you go in to your bedroom please’ Jeff cut him off.
‘Leave those there’ he said as Ben reached for his underwear. ‘You
won’t be needing those’.
Ben had to walk past him trying to hide his semi. He felt
so awkward and embarrassed. Jeff followed him in to the bedroom.
‘Right, stand there, back to me’ said Jeff, gesturing in
front of the bed.
Ben turned away from him, but felt incredibly nervous
not being able to see what Jeff was doing. He felt Jeff’s hand slide between his thighs to splay
his legs slightly apart, like he was getting him ready for a round of squats. He was incredibly conscious of the fact that he was naked.
‘That’s it, legs nice and wide’ said Jeff, calmly and
professionally. He placed one hand on Ben’s hip and the other on the top of his
‘Now bend forwards, but keep your legs as straight as you
can for me’.
Ben slowly went down, feeling the pressure of Jeff’s hand
pushing him on his back, whilst the other hand, resting on Ben’s hip, was
slowly engulfed in fat by his belly rolling over it. Ben placed his hands on
the bed to steady himself.
‘That’s right. Now just hold that position for a minute’.
Jeff’s hands were removed from Ben’s body and Ben was forced to listen intently
to have any idea of what Jeff was doing behind him.
He heard the elastic on Jeff’s boxers flap and the material
slide down his legs. Then he picked them up and flung them on to the bed for
Ben to see.
Fuck, is this really happening? thought Ben.
Ben heard a sachet tear and a squelching noise as Jeff must
have been lubing up his cock for what he was going to do next.
‘Just hold your butt cheeks for me Ben. Really pull them out
wide. That’s right’
Hands resting on Ben’s hips; one massive thrust and Jeff was in. The
width of Jeff’s cock made Ben gasp.
‘Hands down again. Just relax now Ben, you just need to stay
still’. But Ben could already feel Jeff pulsing harder and harder, making
staying still quite an effort; his new fat jiggling and rocking in a way he had
never felt before.
After a short time, Jeff’s hands finally arrived to explore
Ben’s body, sliding over his back and around to his love handles, grabbing
one and holding the fat in his hand whilst he pounded.
A short knee from Jeff in the back of Ben’s legs ensured Ben
fell flat on the bed, legs splayed even wider apart as Jeff moved on top of
him. Now he was able to use all of his size and strength to make Ben want to
squeal. But apart from the odd grunt, Jeff didn’t say a word. As his pace got
faster and faster, Jeff placed a hand under Ben’s chest and rolled him over,
with Jeff lying flat on his back and lying Ben on top his own broad chest, all
without ever breaking his stride fucking him. Ben lay there on top, feeling his
new fat rock with every beat of Jeff’s powerful hips, just raised slightly off
the bed to get the best angle to fuck his ass still. Then Ben felt Jeff’s hand
push down on his forehead to lie his head down on Jeff’s shoulder to relax, whilst
the other hand went down to grab his rock hard cock, stroking it up and down
with his muscular hands. When Jeff could feel Ben throbbing, he reached down
and grabbed a handful of belly fat, jiggling it as fast as he stroked Ben’s
penis. Ben moaned, almost ready to come, when Jeff turned his mouth towards his ear
‘No more weight training Ben. No more cardio. You’re going to carry on getting fatter, aren’t you?’
‘Mmfhh’ moaned Ben, not entirely sure what was going on in Jeff’s mind.
‘Big fat belly and love handles - and a huge, wide soft fat ass. You hear me?’
‘Yes’ breathed Ben. He hoped that was the right answer.
Jeff was holding Ben’s cock at just the right speed. Too slow
to let him come, too fast to lose his erection, not that he ever could. He wanted to make Ben come at just the right moment.
‘Are you going to be a big, overfed fat boy?’ whispered
Jeff, almost aggressively.
‘Yes’ whispered Ben submissively.
‘I can’t hear you!’ taunted Jeff.
‘YES!’ said Ben.
‘Yes, what, fat boy?’
‘Make me fatter, make me your fat boy’. He meant it.
Like turning the key in a lock, Jeff’s hands skilfully
manoeuvred Ben’s cock so he came everywhere all over them both and Ben heard
Jeff grunting as he came all inside of him.
They lay there for a moment, panting and calming down. Then Jeff slid out from underneath him,
slipped on his boxers once more and gave Ben the biggest grin whilst standing
over him. He pinched a little roll of Ben’s fatty love handle, jiggling it for his amusement.
‘No more weight training. No more cardio. I’m going to enjoy this’ he said ,staring in to Ben’s eyes.
Then he turned and strutted out of the bedroom to get dressed.
“I bought you roses.” Harry blushed, pulling them from
behind his back.
I must have been bright bloody red, dropping my head and feeling like it was
physically impossible for me to take the flowers from his hands.
I loved that Harry didn’t shy
away from things like that. Not even just buying me flowers in the first place,
but we were in a busy restaurant in the centre of the city, the sun still high
outside, and he was fucking glowing.
He bit softly at his bottom lip, holding them out to me and trying to hold back
his smile. His hair was getting longer, his ringlets absolutely perfect. He was
wearing a bright yellow, satin shirt, and his eyes looked endless, like you
could crawl into them and discover this entirely different world.
this was a lot of fun to write! it’s such a cute concept and thinking about zach getting all nervous and embarrassed around you and nhuewhfewhfweh it’s so frickin cute agh. i hope you guys enjoy!
triggers: none i think
she’s so beautiful.
a thought that entered zach’s head every single time he laid eyes on her. from the way her hips swayed when she walked to the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed.
she was perfect in his eyes.
her hair, her eyes, her body, her personality. everything was absolutely, 100%, perfect. he wanted her to be his more than anything in the whole world.
but he never stood a chance. y/n was stuck in her own world, and with her being jonah’s favorite cousin, well, zach was screwed.
he was hopelessly in love.
his lungs stopped working whenever she walked by, his already rosy cheeks became an even deeper shade of crimson when she said hello. his words caught in his throat when he even tried to say hello back.
and there he was, sitting almost three feet away from her, his hands clammy as he stared at her longingly. y/n was undoubtedly the most beautiful person he had ever seen.
“zach,” jack tried to get the younger boy’s attention, but to no avail. “zach!” jack practically yelled in his face, finally succeeding in grabbing his attention.
“w-what?” zach fumbled over his words, still in his daydream world about y/n.
“bro, if you want to stare at y/n, at least try and make it less obvious. you’re practically drooling on yourself, and she’s right there,” jack whispered, making zach choke on air.
he sighed heavily, running a hand nervously through his hair. “am i that obvious?” he whispered back.
“basically, it’s like your eyes actually form little hearts when you look at her,” he snorted. zach nearly groaned out loud. could he be any more stupid?
“hey, if it means anything, i don’t think she’s noticed. and plus, she likes you back,” jack commented quickly, but zach heard his words. and he had nearly choked once again.
“wait what?” he managed to say. jack laughed and patted his back.
“yeah dude, she likes you too. she told me last week,” jack said casually. but zach was anything but casual. his heart began racing a million miles an hour, sending his mind into a frenzy.
she liked him back. the girl he had been pathetically crushing on for nearly a year liked him back.
“s-should i tell her? that i like her i mean,” zach’s eyes drifted over to y/n again, who was talking animatedly to daniel. her arms gestured wildly about as she was telling her story, her eyes sparkling.
“yeah, make your move dude. i am 100% sure she likes you as much as you like her,” jack told him, boosting up his confidence.
“alright, i’m gonna do it,” zach stood up and walked over to y/n with clammy hands. she sat there looking beautiful as ever, now alone because daniel had excused himself to go to the bathroom.
“hi, uh, y/n, can we talk for a little bit?” zach stammered, a crimson color beign painted on his cheeks. y/n looked up at him shocked for a moment, before her cheeks heated up as well.
“yeah of course,” she stood up, leading the way to the backyard. they sat together on a lounger outside, the warm la sun washing down on their faces.
his heart raced as he played with his fingers, trying to put his feelings into words. “y/n, i-i really like you. a lot. you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen, and i understand if you don’t return these feelings but i thought you should just know in case you do and-” he couldn’t bring himself to look at her expression, fearing it would be a look of disgust.
she laughed lightly, cutting off his incessant ramblings. “zach, hey, listen. i like you too,” he stopped immediately, looking at her in shock.
“y-you do?” he managed to sputter out, making her laugh once again.
“yes you adorable idiot, i like you too.” she remarked, causing zach’s face to heat up even further than it was before. a wide grin spread across his face. she liked him back.
“so since we like each other, would you be okay with me kissing you? if you’re uncomfortable that’s fine but-”
“yes zach, i would love it if you kissed me,” he smiled and leaned forward, pressing his lips on hers. she sighed happily as she kissed back, relaxing into the kiss. zach’s hand went up to cup her cheek, the feeling of her silky lips on his was practically heaven.
they broke apart, breathing heavily as they stared adoringly into each other’s eyes. but their moment was quickly ended when loud cheers rang through the space, and the pair looked to see the rest of the band run outside to where they sat.
“i told you she liked you,” jack smirked at zach cockily. he brought zach into a hug and ruffled his hair, causing the younger boy the groan and place his locks into their former position.
“zach,” jonah spoke up, causing him to freeze up. “you better not hurt my cousin,” he said sternly. zach took y/n under his arm and kissed her cheek, making her cheeks flame up.
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