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Hazel didn’t really enjoy having people over to her house unless it was a last resort. Sure, sometimes friends would come over but no one really stayed the night. After her parents divorce that had caused her now strained relationship with her mom, no one was really welcomed in.

Until she met you.

Strangers that met at the fight club, to friends that would support each other no matter what, to kind girlfriends that were obsessed with one another. You were beyond ecstatic to hear that she had feelings for you. You just didn’t expect your first kiss to be in front of the entire school including staff and families of peers.

That was 6 months ago.

Now, here you were in her room, heavily making out as you ran your hands through her hair. You proudly wore one of Hazel’s button-up shirts and a pair of cotton boyshort panties, straddling her lap. Hazel had on a black sports bra and her gray sweatpants, the band of her underwear peeking out.

Her hands that had been clinging onto your waist underneath your (her) shirt began to move to the waistband of her panties. You hummed against her lips, your smile growing so much that you weren’t able to kiss properly anymore.

“Now?” You chuckled, ghosting your lips over hers.

“Mmm, if you want. I could just finger you real quick.” Hazel grinned, her thumbs rubbing against the soft skin of your lower stomach.

You pretend to think before shaking your head. It was already 7:00pm on a Thursday and you knew you were going to get scolded by your parents if you weren’t home in time.

“Haze, it’s a school night,” you pulled away from her addicting lips, a hand landing on her flushed chest. “I gotta head home.”

Hazel sighed, moving a hand to your naked thigh. She rested one arm behind her head, draping it on the headboard.

“Yeah, I know.” Hazel dramatically sighed, giving your thigh a quick squeeze. “Get your pants on.”

“Don’t act like you don’t like it when I don’t have pants on,” you roll your eyes, leaning down to peck her lips.

You throw your legs over her lap to sit down on the mattress. Hazel sits still on the bed, seeming to watch your every move. The soft hum of the TV in her room played a random movie that you both weren’t even sure what the plot was as you grabbed your comfy everyday jeans from the ground.

“Hey, my mom is going out of town for— I don’t fucking know, to be honest, but I know she won’t be here this weekend. Do you wanna stay here to keep me company?” Hazel spoke up as you stepped into your pants, shimmying them up your plush thighs to hug your waist.

You slowly smile as she continues to stare patiently at you, waiting for an answer. The question makes your heart grow tenfold.

“Really?” You grin, trying to contain how excited you were.

“Yeah, it could be fun.” Hazel added with a shrug of her shoulders.

You could sense her confidence fading away as she fiddled with her rings. You make your way back over to her side of the bed, sitting down next to her hip. Her nervous fidgeting comes to a halt when you lean to kiss her lovingly.

“It could be really fun. We could… play house.” You cheekily suggested.

“Play house?” Her darling blue eyes flicker from your lips to hers.

“Like pretend we’re married or living together and being all like,” you take one of her ring-cladded hands in both of your warm palms. You hold said hand to your chest with a dramatic sigh. “Oh, my love, what’s on the menu for dinner?” You exasperate in a Transatlantic accent, mimicking a 50's film.

Hazel immediately joined in. “Well, dearest, only your favorite. Thin-crust Hawaiian pizza, of course.”

You let out a smitten laugh at how she instantly matched your energy with no hesitation. You cup the sides of her face as you lean forward to plant a passionate kiss on her lips. You didn’t want to leave her comforting presence, tugging her forward by the neck.

Hazel, out of instinct, placed her hands on your waist to pull you in closer. She wanted you close at all times. If there was any way for you two to completely and totally intertwine into one another, guaranteed she’d be the first to engage in it.

“Stay.” Hazel hummed against your lips, the grip on your waist tightening.

You shake your head with a sigh. You pull away and remove yourself from the bed. Hazel hands wouldn't remove themselves until you had to back away or else you would’ve gone down on her. She looked as inviting as ever in her black sports bra and her panting chest.

“How about you walk me to my car? Please, baby?” You grab one of her hands, hinting for her to get up.

“I’m coming.” Hazel swung her legs off the bed to stand up.

You already had your knitted beige tote bag thrown over your shoulder as you walked out of her room. Hazel followed behind you, releasing your hand to grab you by your hips to pull you back for a moment to kiss at the nape of your neck. You hum at the feeling, chuckling as you remove yourself from her grasp.

“Stop trying to seduce me into staying,” you turn around to walk backwards, pointing at her.

Hazel gasped and shook her head, placing a hand over her still exposed chest. “I can’t believe you would accuse me of such a thing, baby.”

You purse your lips and shake your head as you hold back a smile. It works every time and Hazel, being the tease she is, knows that.

“You’re ridiculous. Let’s go before I actually stay.”

After dodging every one of Hazel’s attempts to get you to stay in her house, you manage to get outside and next to the driver's seat of your old beaten down car. The warm spring air brushed past as you kissed her goodbye for the night. Hazel cupped your face with both of her palms, the coolness of her rings sending excited shivers down your spine.

“I’ll see you tomorrow in the morning, okay?” Hazel rubbed at your bottom lip as she pulled away from you.

You nod, feeling like a horny freak as all your thoughts were ‘take me right now’ and ‘I wish she would slip her finger in my mouth’. All she was doing was saying bye.

Telling you bye in her sports bra and sweats that she shamelessly stepped outside in.

“Mhmm. Goodnight, Haze.” You suck in a deep breath.

“Goodnight, babe.” Hazel smiles cheekily before pecking your cheek once more.

You unlock your car and tug onto the door handle to swing it open. Hazel stood in front of your car to make sure you got out of the driveway and onto the street safely. What kind of a girlfriend would she be if she wasn’t looking out for her girl?

The following morning at school, you and PJ were talking about your shared English class. Wanting to feel comfortable, you threw on a black cotton long-sleeve tee with a pair of blue jean overalls and your beaten down white high top converse.

“I’m going to fucking bomb this stupid essay.” PJ shook her head, placing a hand on her hips. “I have to fake a spasm and faint or lie about a family death.”

“Or just do the work, PJ. It’s a creative essay which is probably the easiest kind of essay. You already lie on a daily basis so just lie on paper.” You explained to her, rolling your eyes at her dramatics.

“Whatever. I’m gonna drop out and get myself a rich, hot sugar mama,” PJ dramatisized, causing you to chuckle. “Speaking of hot, rich sugar mama, I heard Mrs. Callahan’s going out of town.”

You hum and nod. You were about to talk about your whole plan with Hazel but you didn’t want to shove that in PJ’s face like that. About to change the subject, you hear Josie and Hazel’s voices emerging from the next hallway. You impatiently wait for her to make her way towards you, fiddling with your small silver heart locket.

Hazel spots you with PJ, her face lighting up. She held an iced coffee in hand.You feel your heart increase in size, wondering to yourself how you got so lucky. When she and Josie approach you and PJ, you instantly throw your arms around her neck to pull her into a tight hug. Hazel wrapped her free arm around your waist to reciprocate the gesture, pressing a kiss into your hair.

You pretend not to notice Hazel inhaling your signature perfume that she wanted to douse herself in from head to toe just so that she could feel your presence no matter where you both were.

“Good morning, baby,” she hummed, a slight morning rasp to her voice.

You cannot get this turned on this early in the morning.

“Good morning,” you pull away to peck her lips. “You brought me coffee?”

“Yeah, I remember you texted me this morning that you forgot to make some before school so I brought you one. Vanilla, right?” Hazel handed the hard plastic tumblr to you, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

You take the cup from her and sip the caffeine from the straw with a sigh. You groan at the taste and decide that Hazel makes the best iced coffee you’ve ever tasted in your entire life. Maybe it's biased, maybe it's not.

“I could—“

“Yeah, I’d rather not hear this conversation right now. My breakfast burrito is on its way up and will hit the ground soon if you continue that sentence.” PJ interrupted your words.

You felt embarrassed that you had completely blocked out the presence of Josie and PJ as soon as Hazel entered your eyeline.

“Weren’t you busy planning to fake a medical emergency?” You quip at PJ, an arm on your girlfriend's shoulder as she kept an arm around your waist.

“Yeah, yeah, we get it. You guys want alone time to mentally bang each other.” PJ sighed, grabbing onto Josie’s arm to tug her away from you and Hazel. “I’ll be copying you today in English then.”

You and Hazel waved and said your goodbyes to the pair. They were making crude motions of fucking and kissing noises causing you to bury your face into Hazel’s neck to hide your laughter. Hazel’s grip tightens on you as they disappear behind the wall, still making moaning noises.

“You know, that’s actually pretty accurate,” Hazel nods with her bottom lip jutted out slightly as she listens to the lewd moaning.

You gasp and very lightly shove her shoulder, whispering in her ear, “you’re no better. Shut up.”

Hazel shrugs her shoulders but formed a smile nonetheless as she pulled back to look at your outfit. She grabbed your hand that wasn’t gripping onto the iced coffee and held it up in the air. You knew what to do, turning to give her a full 360 of the outfit.

“You’re adorable, baby.” Hazel couldn’t fight the adoration in her voice as she met your eyes seeing how much you beamed at the compliment.

Hazel would give anything to keep that smile on your face forever.

“Thank you. You look amazing and perfect as always,” you roll your eyes playfully as if it annoyed you that she had natural good-looks.

Sometimes it did, in all honesty. Hazel had on white tee that had a medium size bar code in the front with a black blazer vest over it with a light wash of blue jeans. She made everything and anything look good.

Hazel’s cheeks flushed a bit at the reciprocated compliment and pulled you into a soft kiss, tasting the bitterness of the coffee on your lips with a. mixture of your minty chapstick. A weird yet familiar combo she was used to and grew to love.

At the end of the day, you rushed to your home to grab your weekend backpack for Hazel’s house that contained lazy lounging and pj material, a bit of lingerie just for Hazel to see you walk around in, and hair and make up products. After stopping to talk to your parents about being responsible — you knew this was referring to all the sex you knew you were going to be having — and respectful of Mrs. Callahan's home.

With two kisses on the cheek to your parents, you drove to Hazel’s house with excitement flooding through your veins. You were greeted by Hazel in a cozy pair of sweat-shorts and white ankle socks with a white ribbed tank top and deep blue sports bra.

“Hi, baby,” you grin as you throw your arms around her neck to kiss her softly.

Hazel didn’t hesitate to kiss you back with even more passion, rubbing up and down your sides. Mid-kiss, she slipped one hand underneath the strap of the backpack and began to tug it off. You remove one arm to let her remove it from your shoulder before continuing to french you.

“C’mon, pretty girl. I already have the whole evening planned.” Hazel’s nose brushed past yours as she pulled away to kiss at your jaw once.

Hazel gripped onto your travel backpack and opened the door all the way to allow you to step in. You walked in with a pep in your step, grinning from ear to ear. Hazel lingered behind you to watch how happy you seemed to be in her house. She admired the way you always seemed to examine every surface in the grand hallways like you’d never been there before.

Scurrying to put your bag in her room, Hazel grabbed her planner notebook from her desk and went back to the living room to where you were tracing the outlines of the photos of Hazel from childhood to recent. You pulled your phone out of your pocket to snap photos of a few as Hazel would never let you take a peak at them.

“No,” she whined as she approached you, planner in hand, “those are the worst photos of me.”

You quickly tucked your phone away as you shook your head. “I think you were an adorable kid.”

“I had a fuck-ass bob and little librarian glasses.” Hazel deadpanned with a grimace.

Yeah, it was true but you thought it was the most adorable thing. Again, you might be biased as you were painfully in love with her.

“Well, I think it's cute,” your eyes drop to the planner and glance at Hazel’s still grimacing face as she looks at her childhood photos. “Now, what does my sweet girlfriend have planned?”

Hazel nodded, muttering ‘oh, right’ before flipping through the lined pages. You leaned your head on her shoulder, eyes glancing at the scribbles of her handwriting. She finally landed on a page that had bullet points that filled almost the entire page.

“So, first, I think we should plan dinner because I have no fucking clue what to eat and then second, we can watch a movie and make out and third—“

You cut her off with a chuckle as you read the words next. “If it escalates, we fuck on the couch and then take a hot bath together.”

“What? Is that not okay?” Hazel’s brows set into a concerned furrow, her hands gripping onto the notebook worriedly.

You were quick to peck her lips with a shake of your head.

“No, that’s perfect but Haze?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s definitely escalating.” Your eyes flicker to her lips then to her eyes with a flirty smile.

Hazel nodded and kissed you softly. “I was hoping but of course, I never wanna force you, babe.”

“Ugh, consent is so sexy,” you dramatically groan as you place a light kiss onto her shoulder, wrapping both of her arms around one of hers.

Hazel lets out a soft chuckle at your words before resting her head back onto yours as she reads you the rest of her plans that she had for the two of you this weekend. You both decided on a creamy tomato basil pasta. You put on a random playlist from the speakers in the kitchen as you and Hazel began to cook dinner.

You hum the words to Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac, nodding along to the upbeat song. Hazel does the same as she looks up how to make the soup. The recipe was pretty simple so you had hoped that your minimal cooking skills wouldn’t fuck this up.

As you put down the pot to boil the water for the penne pasta, Hazel wrapped her arms around your waist and set her chin on your shoulder with a sigh.

“I really like it when you’re here,” she hummed, pressing a soft kiss onto your clothed shoulder.

“In the kitchen? Wow. This is pushing us back decades, Haze.” You joke before kissing the side of her head.

“No, you know what I mean,” she removed her head from your shoulder to turn you around in her grasp.

“I do. I like being here too.” You take her hands into yours.

Hazel seemed to relax once you said that and you kissed her lips once more. Feeling like you needed to change the subject, you began to lip-sync to the words now.

“Come on, baby” you sing to her, raising your eyebrows in encouragement for her to do the same, “we better make a start.”

“You better make it soon before you break my heart.” Hazel began to sing back with a small smile, her grip tightening in yours.

The two of you continue to dance around the kitchen as you sing the words to each other, meaning them with your entire being. For a moment, everything began to fade to gray and you two were in the brightest color.

After dancing around and sharing gentle kisses, you actually got to cooking. It went by smoothly after that; devouring the homemade dinner and talking about spring break that was coming up. With full bellies, you snuggled into Hazel’s side on the large white couch with heavy eyes from the amount of carbs you consumed.

An old movie from the 60’s played on the TV, not really paying attention to the plot whatsoever. You were tracing the veins that were popping out of the back of one of Hazel’s hands as her free one was tracing your spine through the fabric of your long sleeve.

“You have attractive hands,” you say softly, smiling to yourself.

Hazel tore her eyes away from the movie to look down at what you were doing. She sucks in a deep breath as she knows exactly what you’re trying to subtly hint at.

Emphasis on trying. She knows you well enough to know when you’re in the mood.

“Oh yeah?” Hazel hums, flexes her hand that you were tracing.

You nod mindlessly, looking up at her and tilting your head with those seductive eyes that got you pretty much whatever you wanted from her. Hazel moved the hand that was on your back to use her pointer finger and thumb to tilt your head up to capture your lips onto hers. You kiss back with much more passion and want that she gave you at first.

Hazel pulled back to grab you by the hips and tugs you onto her lap. You straddle her without hesitation and eagerly press your lips to hers, teeth hitting at times but you were too horny to care. Her hands grip onto your ass through the denim as your hands glide up into her rocker hair.

“You did so good with dinner, baby,” you hear her whisper into your ear.

You sigh to yourself at her words, feeling her hands unclasping the front of your overalls. You help her by inching off her lap to stand and shimmy out of the overalls to leave you in the long sleeve and your regular cheeky cotton panties. They were pink with black polka dots.

Hazel ran her hands over your waist to the sides of your ass as you stood in front of her. She smiled for a moment before tugging you back onto her lap. You felt heat prickling from your underarms. You grabbed the ends of your long sleeve and lifted it up and off your body. Hazel kept her hands on your waist, fingertips ghosting past your ribs.

“My pretty girl must be so tired from working so hard on dinner, yeah?” Her tone was breathy and her hands couldn’t remove themselves from your skin.

You just nod, wanting to feel her hands everywhere all at once. Hazel’s words made your head feel dizzy and light.

“You did a lot too, baby,” you reached for her hands to intertwine them with yours.

Hazel gives your hands a squeeze, staring up at you with desire. You lift your intertwined hands and press them into the soft plush of the couch. Her brows raised at the force, not completely hating her position right now.

Your chest was rising and falling slowly as you tried to calm yourself down. You had each other for the weekend. There was no rush.

“I wanna take care of you. Please?” You offer as Hazel, as much as you loved her mouth and fingers, never really let you get her off often.

But, this time, she seemed to agree quite quickly to it. You watch as she nods, rolling her bottom lip in between her teeth.

“Whatever my girl wants.” Hazel pressing her lips to yours but you pull away at her words.

“Do you want me to?” You would never want Hazel to feel forced into doing things just because you were dating. If she wasn’t comfortable you wanted her to tell you that.

“Baby—“

“Haze, I’m serious. Do you want me to?” You look into her eyes, your wave of arousal leaning your system to make sure she is at ease. You release your hands from hers to cup her face, a thumb rubbing at her sharp cheekbones.

Hazel opens her mouth before sighing. “I-I do but I feel like you feel like you have to.”

You frown at her words. Did you give off that impression? You never wanted to. You just love to make your girlfriend feel good; sexually and nonsexually.

“I don’t feel like I have to, Haze. I want to, like, constantly but I never want to pressure you. It doesn’t feel like an obligation to me, okay?” You lean forward to peck her lips once, smiling at her kindly. “I have a super hot and amazing girlfriend that I want to cum on my fingers. Bare minimum from me, honestly.”

This cracks a grin onto her face, her smile lines revealing themselves to you. This eases your conscience.

“Alright, alright, I know. You care about me.” Hazel shakes her head as if it's so ridiculous.

“I do.” Your sheepish smile causes hers to increase, turning her head in your hands to press a kiss onto your palm.

The two of you fall back into the comfortable rhythm of making out after that brief moment of sincerity. Your hands were resting on her lower abdomen, inching the material upwards to reveal her lightly toned skin. She tensed her stomach at the feeling of your hands making their way down to the waistband of her shorts.

You pull away to watch your movements, eyes flickering to Hazel’s face to make sure she was enjoying herself. She seemed more nervous than anything.

“Haze, baby, take a deep breath for me, okay?” You place a kiss to her blushed cheeks between each reassuring phrase. “Need you to relax. It’s okay.”

Hazel did as you told, closing her eyes to take in your touch and kisses to calm down. Your fingers tuck themselves underneath the waistband of both her sweat shorts and underwear. You tugged them which caused her to lift her hips to expose her bottom half to you.

Your hands massage at her hips before lightly tracing the skin right above her crotch. Her eyes watched you carefully, mouth falling open as she waited for you to do anything.

“So pretty, baby,” you hum at the sight of her cunt.

You scoot further down Hazel’s now naked thighs to motion for her to open her legs open. She compiled without hesitation, one hand rested at your hip and the other was above her head on the headrest of the couch. You trace a finger through her slick folds, humming at how warm and wet she was.

You slip one finger into Hazel, watching her hips grind down to follow the curl of your middle finger. She pants at the feeling of you picking up your pace, rubbing her thumb at your hip. You lean down to press soft kisses to her chest area to the underside of her jaw.

“Honey,” she pants, a desperate whine to her words, “just like that. Fuck, its so good.”

Your ego was in the clouds and you now understood why Hazel was such a tease when she went down on you or fingered you. It felt like the highest of compliments to have her this way; how your touch could make her like this.

You grin against her skin, placing a kiss at the nape of her neck.

“Yeah?” You pull back to watch her fully, taking in the sight and mentally storing it.

Hazel nodded quickly, eyes fluttering shut as you slipped in your ring finger. Her pants speed up as do her hips, the hand that was on your own naked hip tightening its grip. You weresure the rings had made intentions into your skin.

You pick up the pace of your arm, your forearm to your elbow slightly burning. You could feel her clamping down on your fingers as she was getting closer and closer to her orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Hazel gripped onto your wrist with a soft moan.

“There you go, baby,” you nod, continuing to fuck her at the same pace as you felt her hips stutter and her moans increase in volume.

You involuntary let out a faint moan at the sight of her cum dripping from her, landing on the white couch. You mutter a soft ‘shit’ as you attempt to keep it from spreading but it was inevitable.

“Haze, babe, it got on the couch,” you tried to hold back your giggles but they escaped as she began to laugh as well.

“I don’t give a fuck, truthfully. Fuck, that was so good,” she grabbed the back of your neck to pull you into a hungry kiss.

After the two of you had calmed down, you got up to grab Hazel some water and washed your hands. There, thankfully, was not too big of a stain. Hazel reassured you that she would try and remove it before her mom came back.

The rest of the night was tame and calm, the both of you in a state of bliss that you wanted to last forever. Hazel kept her promise about that warm bath. She did the whole package with candles being the only light source and bubbles filling the tub. The hot bath and Hazel’s gentle touch put you to sleep almost immediately.

The next day was pure perfection. You had the pleasure to wake up to Hazel in between your legs. After making you cum first thing in the morning, the two make breakfast together while singing remastered versions of songs from The Smiths and early 2000’s music. It was a lazy day and that’s completely okay with you.

It wasn’t until the late of the night when Hazel’s mood seemed to shift. The two of you laid side by side; you in the comfort of her sweater and a pair of your boyshort underwear and Hazel in a sleeping tee with only underwear as well.

Hazel’s fingers were brushing your hair out of your face, her eyes bouncing from the baby hairs in your hairline to the minuscule scar on your lip from picking at a pimple. Your face was bare except for your nightly moisturizer. She was in disbelief of the natural beauty you held.

“I can’t believe you’re with me sometimes,” her voice is a delicate whisper.

Your brows set in a furrow at her words. “What?”

“Sometimes when I’m looking at you like this,” Hazel sucks in a deep breath, “I remember why I’m so in love with you all over again. I haven't felt this loved in a long time.”

You freeze at the word ‘love’. You’ve said it before many times to Hazel; you said it within the first two months but now, it felt so raw and real. You knew that after her mom and dads divorce last year, it hasn’t been easy for her.

“You deserve it more than anything, Haze. You have such a kind and sweet heart. I’m just trying to catch up with how much of an amazing girlfriend you are,” you gently peck her nose to move your hand to cup her face.

“I’m starting to realize that now. Having a beautiful and hot and sexy and perfect girlfriend really helps.” Hazel grinned playfully, a hand holding your wrist.

You couldn’t believe how lucky you had gotten with her. This love had so many feelings wrapped into one word and you didn’t want it any other way.

“That’s so funny because I actually have a girlfriend with those exact same qualities,” you remark before smashing your lips together.

Hazel pulls away to bite at your clothed shoulder with a chuckle. You shriek and push her face away from your freshly washed skin. You could get used to playing house with her if it meant this everyday.

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