The boys are just sick of the PDA between you and Dean. They’re happy to see their friend in love, but sometimes it’s just too much
I didn't give this one a second read, but I hope it's okay
Summary: Dean wakes up to you making pancakes for the house. Breakfast turns into making out in the kitchen…and Logan and Tucker are not having it
Warnings: making out, soft!Dean,
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Sunday mornings were for sleeping in…and pancakes.
After celebrating last night’s win with a bit too much alcohol, you decided to whip up some pancakes for the hockey boys still sleeping.
The house was unusually quiet, except for the sizzle of butter hitting the pan and the soft clink of bowls and measuring cups. Sunlight spilled through the windows, warming the countertops while pouring the first round of batter into a pan.
The remnants from the party were all over the kitchen and living room. Empty bottles of beer on every surface. Red cups on the pool table from playing beer pong. And even a pair of panties. People really had no shame…
You cleaned just enough of the kitchen to have some space to cook and chose to ignore the rest. That was not your mess to clean.
The stack of golden pancakes was slowly growing beside the stove. Some of them had blueberries, which you found in the mostly empty fridge, for variety…and because they were Dean’s favorites.
Speaking of Dean, a pair of strong arms slid around your waist from behind. His bare chest was warm against your back and his voice rough from sleep. ‘’You escaped.’’
‘’I'm making breakfast,’’ you said, flipping a pancake.
He buried his face in your neck and kissed under your jaw as his hands travelled under your — his — shirt, rubbing circles on your hips. ‘’With blueberries?’’
You hummed.
‘’I love you.’’
You laughed softly. ‘’Because of the pancakes?’’
Dean pressed another slow kiss to your neck, this one softer and lingering, and then turned his head just enough to peek over your shoulder at the pancake flipping like a pro chef. ‘’Among other things.’’ He gave your thigh a light smack.
The smell of something cooking had been the thing that finally pulled him out of bed. That, and the absence of his beautiful girl beside him. It was as if he had felt the cold sheets on your side of the bed, the absence of a warm body curled against his chest.
His arms tightened around you as he watched that perfect flip, the pancake landing smooth back into the pan like magic. ‘’You’re too good at everything,’’ he murmured, voice still thick with sleep but full of affection anyway. ‘’Cooking…riding my dick…being hot while cooking.’’
You laughed at his antics, shifting your head to give him a kiss.
‘’Can you make coffee, baby?’’ you asked, adding the pancake to the pile. ‘’I couldn’t find the bag of coffee grounds.’’
Reluctantly, Dean moved and got the coffee started. Someone must have moved it when they were snuffing through the cupboards last night.
You focused on the next pancake. The plate you had put them on made it look like you were feeding a whole army. You had never seen this many pancakes. They’ll be gone in ten minutes once Logan, Tucker and Garrett wake up.
‘’Dean…’’ you chastised as his arms slid around your waist again and he pulled you against him.
‘’What?’’ he asked innocently, resting his chin on your shoulder.
You tried — and failed — not to smile.
‘’I need to finish the pancakes.’’
He pressed a kiss to your cheek, his blond hair tickling your face, then your jaw.
‘’Dean.’’
A third one, this time right below your ear.
You laughed and nudged him with your elbow. ‘’Sorry. I’m just so hungry.’’
‘’Sit and eat, then. I don’t need your help finishing up.’’
Without warning, he pulled you against him, pressing the front of his boxers to your ass. ‘’Not just for pancakes.’’
Deciding to play his game, you leaned back into him and moved, slow and deliberate. The heat between you flared instantly, blood rushing to his cock. It was so easy to get him worked up.
Dean let out a low groan and turned off the stove before spinning you in his arms and backing you against the counter. He stepped between your legs, effectively trapping you there without putting any real weight against you, and you rose onto your toes to kiss him.
Kissing escalated into making out. His hands slid up your thighs beneath his shirt, then lifted you with ease to set you down on the counter beside a few empty cups and a stale beer. You locked your legs around his waist, fingernails digging into the thick skin of his back as his hands wandered further up until they reached your breasts.
As if on cue, Logan shuffled into the kitchen wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, took one look at you and Dean, and groaned. ‘’Jesus Christ. It's ten in the morning.’’
Close behind, Tucker came down, his curly hair stuck up in every direction and he looked like he regretted every drink he'd had the night before. ‘’Not on my kitchen counter! Dean! Come on, bro…’’
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It’s a slow Saturday morning, and Zayne has been blessed with a midday shift, which means there is no rush in his morning routine and you can watch him prepare for the day in the comfort of your bed.
He looks extra handsome today, you think. Sleep still hangs over his eyes, his glasses hastily perched on that ridged nose. Stubble dots along his jaw, the soft angle hidden under morning shadow. You still feel it prickle on your skin from he kissed your shoulders.
Even his pajamas were doing something for you. You kick your feet under the blankets because he just makes you that giddy.
While Zayne prepares his razor for his morning shave, he turns his face this way and that, observing himself in the mirror.
“I think I’ve gained some weight,” he says, tone neutral.
You blink in surprise, tugged out of your love-stricken stupor by the sudden statement. When he swipes through the shaving cream rubbed onto his jaw, you see that the prominent line has softened some.
When Zayne reaches over to grab a towel, you see pale skin peek out from the bottom of his white t-shirt. A bit of belly greets you, and his happy trail invites your gaze lower.
You haven’t really noticed it, because his routine never changes. A morning run every day, and an hour gym session three times per week. It compensates for how often he eats take out in a time crunch and the macaron stash hidden in the second drawer of his desk (where he thinks you don’t know).
But now that he brought it up, he has all of your attention.
His shirt is a little more filled out than usual, and maybe you can see the outline of his thighs under the pajama pants. His arms look bulky, strong, all thanks to him insisting on pull-ups as a workout staple.
“Is that bad?” you ask, though you already know your answer.
Definitely, one-hundred percent, not bad in the slightest.
“No,” Zayne chuckles, and you realize that his eyes are already on you. You shift around in the bed, warm and inviting. “It’s normal with age.”
Zayne finishes his shave with time to spare, wiping the excess water and cream from his face, and takes his time lumbering back to your bed. You lean up, reaching out toward him, waiting for him to meet you in the middle, which he always does.
Your arms wrap around his middle. Your wandering hands don’t hesitate to hike his shirt up to feel the soft skin underneath. “Then why bring it up?”
Your hands run over his stomach, down to his hips, around the front tie of his pants. In return, he tugs off his shirt, letting you drink in his body with new eyes.
His smile is smug when you pepper his bare skin with kisses. “I thought you’d like to know.”
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“where are we?” you slur lazily, body leaning against your boyfriend for support. one of his hands is wrapped around your hip and the other one slams his bedroom door shut. “thought we’d go t’yours.” you pout.
and logan has to do his best to not bark out a laugh. a breathy laugh bubbles out of his throat. you’re funny when you’re drunk. he wipes a stray lock of hair out of your face. “we are at mine, baby.” he mumbles, eyes glistening. “c’mon. i’ll remove your make up.”
he walks you over to his soft bed. the one you lay in almost everyday. you immediately melt into a sleepy puddle of limbs. “give me a kiss first, johnny.”
you tip yourself up on your elbows, glossy lips puckered up. logan is too down bad for you, because he immediately indulges in your request and pushes his soft lips to yours.
the kiss is dramatic. you dramatically moan into his mouth, your lips smacking against his. it’s not a fluid kiss, it’s mouthy and swirly, but logan makes it work with a stable hand cupping your chin to coordinate you.
“happy now?” logan questions, pulling back. you let yourself fall back on the duvet, his smell lingering on the sheets. your eyes flutter shut.
“yes,” you reply, “you’re a really good kisser. now we can sleep. maybe i can sleep with you.” you giggle, mischievous grin on your face.
“oh— does your boyfriend know?” logan pulls back, plucking the micellair water from the night stand, faux-shocked expression on his face.
you burst out a laugh, hoisting your legs up from laughing too hard: “you are my boyfriend, silly!”
logan laughs that gentle laugh when he lightly traces the cotton pads over your skin. he hums in approval. “i’m a lucky guy, my love.”
he continues to clean your pretty face up. sleep is at the verge of conquering you, but before it pulls you under, you ask: “can i wear your shirt to bed?”
“of course, honey. of course you can.”
eventually you and logan end up tangled under the sheets. you’re wearing one of his old training shirts, his name and number on your back. and some old, oversized basketball shorts.
logan doesn’t really sleep with you like that. of course not. instead, your face is pushed into his neck. you’re knocked-out cold, softly snoring as logan presses a kiss to your knuckles. slowly intertwining your hands before placing them on top the duvet.
a/n: this guy looks so much like the guy i was into during my first year of uni. i have such a hard time not texting him. omgggggg and we're graduating i HAVE to text him right. RIGHT????
summary - it's your birthday and your boyfriend won't stop kissing you for more than a minute. safe to say, he's obsessed with you.
pairing - garrett graham x gf!reader
word count - 2.3k
You felt the slight pressure from Garrett's fingers squeezing the back of your neck as he continued to kiss you.
There was a reason you carried around chapstick all the time - because Garrett was the world's No. 1 needy boyfriend and never went more than two hours without kissing you.
Garrett kissed you in a series of short pecks, allowing you both to catch your breaths momentarily. You could feel the small smile form on his lips as he kissed you again.
"God, do you two ever stop?" Allie laughed, dumping two jugs of beer on the table for everyone.
You were all at Malone's to celebrate your birthday. Well, you were meant to be celebrating with the girls by dancing and the guys each offered you a birthday shot of tequila, but instead had been cornered to the end of a booth by your boyfriend who genuinely couldn't seem to stop kissing you. As Allie pointed out moments ago.
"No."
Garrett said at the same time as you said, "Yes."
Just to prove his point, Garrett kissed you again. You swore you could hear Allie spew out an 'ugh' before walking away.
Your hand slid underneath the table to Garrett's thigh, squeezing it a little as he kissed you hard. Garrett licked his bottom lip as he pulled away, looking over your swollen-looking ones with a glint in his eye.
"I swear I've done nothing but kiss you today." You said, licking your own lips. Garrett looked eagerly at them as you did, but made no move to lean in.
You felt his arm move from cupping your neck to just draping over the back of the booth behind you.
"Sounds like a good birthday to me."
"Okay. No need to look so smug with yourself." You rolled your eyes and let your head fall onto his shoulder.
Garrett kissed your forehead, letting you rest neatly tucked up against him.
"Didn't even get a kiss from Dean this year." You pouted.
"Going to pretend I didn't just hear my girlfriend say that." He pretended to sound offended, but he knew what you meant.
Every year Dean has kissed you on the cheek for your birthday, because before your relationship with Garrett you were trying to make him jealous with the help of your best friend Dean. One night, at a house party, things came to a heat when you asked Dean to kiss you, informing him it was just to make Garrett jealous, and he barely made it to a kiss on your cheek before Garrett shoved him out of the way and kissed you instead.
"Can't believe it's been a whole two years since that house party."
"Still think you could have just talked to me, rather than try and kiss my best friend in front of me."
"Really? And what would I have said?" You picked your head up from his shoulder to look up at him, "'Oh hey Garrett. By the way, even though you could literally have any girl on this campus, of which six of them have already thrown themselves at you tonight, I think you should actually be with me.'"
"Baby, it was always gonna be you."
Before you could respond, Dean plated a round of shots on the table.
"Right. I've had enough of you two... Canoodling." Dean, already quite drunk, pointed between you and your boyfriend.
"Canoodling?" You laughed.
"Yeah, are you 85 years old?" Garrett teased, feeling accomplished when it earned another laugh from you.
"Fuck off, Graham." Dean snarled, "This is for the birthday girl." Dean handed you a shot at the same time Garrett took one for himself.
"Thanks, Dean."
"Happy motherfucking birthday, Y/N!"
The surrounding people cheered as Dean shouted.
You swung back the shot of what genuinely tasted like pure methanol, your whole body shivering to try and get rid of the awful taste in your mouth. Dean wasn't phased at all, but he was probably already five shots in.
"You didn't even bring a chaser?" Garrett asked, offended.
"You've got your girlfriend for that." Dean patted Garrett's shoulder before meandering off to the next willing participant of doing shots with him.
"He's so drunk."
"Yeah and you don't want to be kissed by a drunk-Dean."
"Oh really?" You raised your eyebrows at your boyfriends logic, "And what about a drunk-Garrett?"
"That, I think is acceptable."
Garrett leaned forwards, attempting to kiss you again. His arm curling tighter around your neck again to bring you as close as possible to him. No distance between you was the goal apparently.
"No! Absolutely not. Enough of this." Hannah's voice appeared before Garrett could fully commit to kissing you.
"What?" Garrett asked innocently.
"You've been hogging the birthday girl all day. Enough."
"Yeah, but she's my birthday girl. I have a right to hog." Garrett argued. Was it a red flag that your insides melted over that comment? Oh sue you - Garrett Graham can get away with saying anything when it comes to you.
"Um, I'm sat right here." You perked up.
"Yeah, yeah," Hannah brushed you off and crossed her arms over her chest to seem much - much - bigger than she was. "She's coming to dance with us. End of."
"And if she doesn't?"
"Again... Right here..."
Hannah gave a smug smile, clapped her hands twice and made Tucker and Logan appear from nowhere. They instantly grabbed onto Garrett's body, pulling him from the booth as best they could.
The move was not smooth at all.
In fact, you'd had to stop thanks to a short-circuit in your brain when Garrett's top accidentally lifted up to reveal a dark dusting of hair running down from his belly button.
Fuck.
"Quick, quick." Hannah brought you back to the moment.
You successfully shuffled out of the booth with a large protest from Garrett, who looked like someone had just stepped on his favourite toy.
You raised your hands in the air as Disturbia by Rihanna played loud throughout Malone's.
Hannah, Allie, Sabrina and Grace all cheered as they formed a little circle around you. Allie pretended to throw fake money at you as you swayed your hips from side-to-side, bringing your hands down your body.
You laughed as you held out your hand for Hannah to take. She twirled you around in a circle before you returned the gesture.
The girls closed the circle then, all of you joining to form one dancing pack.
Malone's was hot now, no doubt from the endless dancing.
Your neck was sweaty and you couldn't remember that last time that you had a drink.
"I'm going to get a drink." You told Grace, who you knew would pass on the information to the rest of them.
Dispersing from the group as the music changed to play Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! by ABBA, you took note of your boyfriend watching you from across the room with a sulk on his face. His expression brightened when he realised you weren't dancing anymore, but his interested visibly peaking more when you didn't come over to him.
"Vodka cranberry please!" You asked the bartender.
He nodded and got to work, whilst your body still danced to the music. Malone's was playing good music tonight.
Your breath hitched when you felt Garrett's hand snaked around the skin of your waist, beneath your top, to place on either side of your stomach. His front was pressed firmly against your back and you couldn't help but groan at the contact.
Your head rolled back onto his shoulder, eyes closed, as you continued to sway to the music. Surprisingly Garrett swayed along with you.
He didn't miss the opportunity to kiss your neck, earning a small laugh from you.
You thanked the bartender as he deposited the drink on the bar in front of you, Garrett subtly nodding his head to the guy as if to say 'put this drink on my tab'.
"You know," His voice was husky as he spoke close to your ear, "ABBA gets me."
"Oh yeah?"
Garrett’s fingers spread wider against your stomach. “Pretty sure this song is about how devastating it is when your girlfriend abandons you to go dance with her girl friends.”
"Hmm. I thought it was about a group of girl friends going out to find a good-looking man." You took a sip of your drink.
"Well lucky for you, you found me."
You rolled your eyes, though your mouth betrayed you with a smile.
"So humble."
"I try."
Garrett’s chin settled on your shoulder as the two of you swayed absentmindedly to the music. His fingers drummed lazily against your stomach, almost in time with the beat.
"You know," you said, turning slightly in Garrett’s arms, "most boyfriends would probably let their girlfriend dance with her friends on her birthday without acting like they’re being personally victimised."
Garrett gasped softly against your neck. "That’s crazy. Name one."
You laughed again and Garrett visibly brightened at the sound, like he physically couldn’t help it.
Just as you were about to fully turn around in Garrett's arms, Hannah appeared beside you both grabbing onto your arm.
"Photobooth! Now!"
"She's always at the scene of the crime." You heard Garrett sigh as you were once again pulled from him.
"Get over it," Hannah told him. "You’ve spent the entire night attached to her like a backpack."
"A very handsome backpack."
You looked over your shoulder just in time to catch Garrett watching you go with the same wounded expression from earlier.
Honestly, it was a little ridiculous how much your chest warmed at the sight.
Because Garrett Graham - campus hockey star - looked genuinely miserable every time someone stole you away from him for longer than five minutes.
The photobooth is far too small to fit all five of you and your friends in, but you somehow make it work.
You all pose with a bunch of stupid poses; kissing and squishing each other's cheeks, trying to create finger hearts with each other and just generally laughing so much that you were all worried you might pee yourselves.
Sabrina had recorded the entire time in the photobooth on her phone, which was going to be so funny to watch back later.
They all fell out of the photobooth one at a time. Grace and Sabrina decided they were going to get another round of drinks for everyone, whilst Allie and Hannah decided to the bathroom together.
You were looking at the photo strip that had been printed, when the curtain was pulled across the entrance again and you were being pinned back against the wall of the photobooth.
"You're never beating the backpack allegations, you know?" You teased as you smiled up at Garrett.
A little curl fell down over his forehead and you reached up to fix it instantly - almost like it was second nature at this point.
"Missed you."
"Missed you too." You replied, "Want to take some photos?"
"Yeah, okay."
"Come sit here." Garrett moved and patted his lap, already sat down on the small bench inside the photo booth. He pulled on your hand, forcing you to sit on top of his thighs.
You tried not to focus on how strong and sturdy they felt beneath you.
You settled comfortably sideways on his thighs, wrapping your arms around his shoulders so that you didn’t slide off.
Garrett made sure that his arms were firmly around your waist so he could keep you sat where he wanted.
It said ‘pay to start’ on the screen, you opened your phone to open up your bank app and caught sight of you lock screen.
It was a pretty picture of your boyfriend, sitting on a beach with an ice-cream. He was laughing at something you had said and as a result had gotten ice-cream on the tip of his nose. It had been one of your favourite days ever, so you just had to keep it as your lock screen.
“You changed your lock screen.” Garrett said.
“Yeah, I did.”
“What happened to the picture of us two?” He asked.
“Preferred this one of you.”
Instead of saying anything to you, he leant in and gave you a few kisses on your neck whilst your phone payed for the machine to start working.
“Stop. You’ll give me a hickey for these photos.”
“And?”
You rolled your eyes, trying to hide your smirk. Two seconds later you had to shove his face away as he started to kiss you in the same spot again.
The photobooth screen started to count down from five seconds and you positioned yourself better in front of the camera.
Garrett tightened his arms around your waist and brought you closer in to him.
The first photo was both of you just smiling into the camera. Your heads just laying on each other and squeezing each other tight, your smiles just showing how happy you both were.
The second photo Garrett looked at you so you turned to face him, his eyes sparkling at you with so much love. You rested one of your hands on his cheek and kept on looking at him as the photo clicked.
The third photo was entirely candid, after Garrett had made a joke. You laughed so loud you nearly fell backwards and it only made the entire situation funnier. The photo was captured of the both of you without you even noticing.
The last photo Garrett took the lead and kissed you.
"I love you." You whispered against his lips.
"I love you too." He mumbled against your lips.
Garrett stopped kissing you long enough to reach over your shoulder and grab the photo strips as they printed. You smiled instantly at the sight of them.
"Oh my god, the third one..."
Your laugh caught in your throat slightly as you looked closer.
In every single photo, Garrett was looking at you.
Even the first one. Even when you’d both been smiling at the camera, his eyes were tilted slightly toward your face instead.
"What?" Garrett asked softly, noticing you staring at the strip of photos intensely.
"Nothing."
His hands rubbed absently up and down your waist, "Tell me."
"You're not looking at the camera in any of these."
he’s fucked you so good it feels like you’ve just gone through a three hour workout session. you’re sprawled on his bed, his whole weight pressed on top of you, when your stomach clearly didn’t get the memo and lets out a loud grumble.
“you hungry?”
“a little.” you nod, a little breathless. his expression softens instantly, thumb brushing gently over your cheek. “say less. your favorite, yeah?”
which is what brings you both into the kitchen at one in the morning.
he’s quietly whipping up the ingredients for your favorite cinnamon pancakes, trying not to wake the others, while you sit on the counter beside him, a bowl of strawberries balanced between your legs. you bite into one, watching—no, openly admiring—your very attractive boyfriend.
soon-to-be husband, if he keeps this gentleman act up.
the whole “being quiet” thing fails miserably because garrett can’t help cracking dumb jokes and throwing in terrible pickup lines. you laugh way too loud, and he uses it as an excuse to kiss you just to shut you up.
“can you get me the chocolate chips, please?” he mumbles, focused adorably on mixing the dry with the wet ingredients.
you reach into the drawer next to you and hand them over. he leans in to peck your lips in return. “thank you, baby.”
“mhm.”
while waiting for the pancakes to cook, he stands between your legs as you feed him strawberries, rewarding you each time with a soft kiss.
who knew garret “i-don’t-do-girlfriends” graham would be standing in a dimly lit kitchen, hand-feeding his girl pancakes he made from scratch at one in the morning without a single complaint—kissing the syrup off her lips after every bite, making her giggle hysterically. the kind of giggle that makes him grin so wide, looking at her like she’s the only girl in the world.
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summary : doing your makeup while sitting on leon's lap
notes : really self indulgent tbh
credits to the owner of the divider!
leon was feeling incredibly clingy today and you'd love to indulge him at his antics but sadly, you have work.
as soon as you woke up earlier, leon was trying to get you back to bed while mumbling incoherently and making some grabby hands at you. your boyfriend is so cute to be honest, but you cant miss work today cause you have an important meeting with some heads so with a kiss on his forehead, you immediately went to get ready and made some quick breakfast.
you ate and drank your coffee at the kitchen alone, thinking that leon will probably wake up later but after finishing up, you decided that you'll bring some cup of coffee for him if he wants to spend his morning in the bedroom.
"why are you awake already?". you asked in confusion when you finally went back in your room with a steaming mug of coffee to do your make up and you saw leon getting out of the bathroom.
"cant sleep without you". he grumbled as he scratches his tummy while walking towards you.
you just shook your head in amusement at him while you went to your closet to finally change into some work clothes. just a simple black pencil skirt, paired with some brown silky long sleeve top. then after adjusting everything, you went to your vanity but you found leon sitting on your plush chair.
"baby, go back to sleep". you softly said as you ran a hand through his hair. you know he's still tired considering he actually just got back from a long week mission yesterday night.
a week of being away from each other, only texts and phone calls are keeping you both sane.
leon hummed against your touch before he wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you gently on to his lap. he squeezed you tight causing you to smile and give him a kiss on his head again.
guess youre doing your make up on his lap today.
with that, both of you just let the silence fill the room while you started putting on your makeup and he's just feeling you up and observing you. from time to time, he takes the mug of warm coffee from the table that you brought with you earlier and takes a sip.
the warmth of the coffee and your weight on him makes him sigh in delight, he missed this. it was only a week but he missed this.
"whats that?". he mumbled as he watched you put something thin on your eyelids.
"eyeliner, its a new brand too". you told him as you finished up putting it before closing your eyes and turned your head towards him. "blow, please".
obediently, he carefully blows on your eyes to make the eyeliner dry. he did it for a few more seconds while his thumb on your thigh caressed the skin.
so soft and warm.
you smiled at him when you finally opened your eyes and leon swore he fell in love again. he watched you put down the eyeliner down on the table and you took another small pink bottle with a circle top on it. you opened it gingerly and tapped the applicator lightly on your hand before closing it back up.
leon kissed your shoulder as you spread the blush on your hand with a finger before patting it on your cheeks and blending it while looking through the mirror infront of you. when you blended everything, you figured its time to put some powder on your face before layering it with a powder blush soon.
"looks so beautiful". he hummed as he watches you through the mirror. he loves the way your blush highlights your apple cheeks.
he watched you put more stuffs on your cheeks and dusting it with some small dab of highlighter. you smiled at him through the mirror before your hands rummaged through your pouch of lippies.
"should i put some lip liner on today?". you asked as you glanced down at the pouch and eyed the different colors.
"sure, hun". he honestly dont know whats a lip liner but he's sure its going to go on your lips, your kissable lips.
you beamed and you took a neutral color one before you leaned more forward towards the mirror with leon holding your hips tightly to not let you fall. you spread the liner with a finger along the bows and ends of your lips after putting it on then you picked a lip gloss.
"wanna kiss you". leon said as he watched you glide the lip gloss on your lips before smacking it together.
you laughed softly at him as you closed the product before you moved closer and wrapped your arms around his neck. he looked at you with heavy lidded eyes but the love in it is so present that you cant help but blush a little.
your hand found the hairs on his nape and you played with it softly as you gazed upon his soft eyes too. sleepy and clingy leon is such a sight for you. he's just so cute and lovely.
"pick me up later?". you asked softly.
"of course, hun". he gave you a sleepy smile and you leaned down to press your forehead against his. "i missed you so much".
"i missed you more, baby". you whispered before pressing your glossy lips on his causing him to hum.
being fucked soooo good by jack and your best friend calls and he makes you answer it :(
18+ minors do not interact cw: daddy kink
“shit,” you curse as you look over at the nightstand, seeing that your best friend is calling you right as you start to ride your boyfriend’s cock.
jack stills your hips, looking a little panicked, “what, baby? you okay? it hurt?” you shake your head, quickly leaning over to grab your phone, “no no—let me just send her to voicemail—“
you sit back up, still warming his cock with your phone in hand. jack smirks, fucks his hips a bit up into you, causing you to gasp as he murmurs, “answer it, baby. go ahead.”
you know when he uses that voice there’s no room for argument. wordlessly, you answer, listening to your best friend babble on the other line about her bad date. jack smacks the side of your ass, spurring you on as you slowly start to pick up your pace, grinding your hips back down on his cock, brain feeling so fuzzy.
“you there?—“ she questions on the other line, n you stutter as jack brings his hand forward, playing with your clit. “yeah! yeah! i’m here—he’s a loser, just leave.” you put your hand on jack’s chest, steadying as you bounce on his cock.
fuck, you want to be a supportive friend right now—but the way jack is looking at you, smirking and murmuring lowly, “c’mon baby—you got it. keep ridin’ daddy,” is making you crazy. his hands are squeezing your hips, pulling you down onto him harder n faster, and you finally moan out, “ah, jack—“
your best friend pauses, and you don’t really register it until she starts yelling in your ear. “oh my god! oh my god, is jack there? you know what! i don’t want to know! call me later, freaks! oh my god.”
she hangs up and you giggle with a fucked out smile on your face, throwing your phone on the bed, leaning forward to nuzzle a chuckling jack abbot. “poor thing—she’s gonna think twice before calling now.”
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₊ ֹ ˖ GARRETT GRAHAM HATES LEAVING HIS GIRL FOR PRACTICE ᱺㅤㅤ ୨౿
you’re lying on garrett’s bed like a starfish, staring at the ceiling and genuinely questioning your life choices.
school is taking a toll on you and you just can’t stay focused.
this morning, when garrett left for practice, you’d sat at his table and tried to get work done. you did get some work done, but then you thought about him, his pretty curls and his pretty face, and you couldn’t help but get a little lazy thinking about him.
missing him.
that, of course, led to an hour of scrolling on your phone on his bed—aka procrastination.
after a couple more minutes, you hear footsteps and shouts downstairs, indicating that garrett and the guys are back, which explains the craziness and kitchen drawers being opened. they must be famished.
you wait upstairs; better for your boyfriend to get something to eat before you smother him with affection. you seriously miss him today—and as if the devil himself summoned him, you hear footsteps upstairs, toward garrett’s room, and you’re 110% sure it’s him.
the door opens gently as he leaves his stuff on the floor, quickly undressing, eyeing you up with his big grin, per usual.
it’s his trademark look when he sees his girl.
“hey,” you mumble, tossing your phone to the edge of the bed, watching him lose his pants. he’s only in his boxers as he walks around the bedroom, tossing his clothes away.
“hi, pretty,” he mumbles back.
“on a scale from one to ten, how sweaty are you?” you ask, staring at him with heart eyes.
“zero. took a shower already.” he’s already moving toward you, crawling on top of you, leaving kisses on your thighs before moving to your face.
“then c’mere. missed you,” you whisper, gripping his face, running your hands through his curls you adore so much.
“mhm, missed you too,” he says, already kissing you.
the soft glow of the sun outside casts a warm light across your faces as he gently cups your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. your eyes flutter closed as he leans in, your lips meeting in a soft, tentative press.
the kiss is gentle at first, a simple connection of lips that sends a spark through your entire body. you respond by parting your lips slightly, a silent invitation that he accepts with a soft sigh. his lips move against yours with a tenderness that makes your heart ache, a slow, deliberate exploration that speaks volumes without words.
“hate leaving you for practice,” he murmurs against your mouth.
your hands come to rest on his shoulders, fingers curling into them as you tilt your head, deepening the kiss just slightly. your tongues meet in a gentle dance, tasting each other without urgency. there is nothing frantic about your embrace—just a sweet, unhurried connection that feels both intimate and profound.
when you finally part, your foreheads rest together, both of you breathing softly in the quiet room. he keeps his hand on your cheek, thumb still stroking your skin as he opens his eyes to look at you. a soft smile plays on your lips as you gaze back at him, your eyes shining with emotion.
and lust.
noticing how hot he looks with his slightly damp hair and all those muscles, you just have to push him onto his back, straddling him as you kiss all over his neck.
“did you already eat?”
he laughs breathlessly, hands settling on your hips as he lolls his head to the side, letting you leave hickies.
“not yet. that’s why i’m here,” he says, voice low.
you pull back just enough to meet his eyes, a smile tugging at your lips.
author's note — this is my first time writing for Off Campus, let me know if you'd like to see more <3
"Baby," Garrett practically croons when he sees you, leaning his elbows on the railing of the staircase. "Where've you been?"
You try and fail the urge to let your eyes travel downwards, the trail of hair from his chest to the waistband of his sweatpants, the ridges of muscles very much evident, especially because he isn't wearing a shirt.
"Studying," you reply, in a duh tone of voice, taking the steps one at a time to reach him. He winds his arms around your waist, fingers splaying on the exposed skin of your abdomen, brushing your hip bone.
You melt at the soft touch, and he leans down to press a kiss to the tip of your earlobe. "Do you have no shirts?" You tease quietly, letting out a soft gasp when his kiss grows fervent. "... I should buy you some."
Your boyfriend lets out a little scoff, tugging you closer to his front. "I have enough shirts, honey," he breathes, lips moving up to the underside of your jaw. "C'mon," he coaxes, pulling away much to your chagrin; to you letting out a soft, irritated whine. "Upstairs. Don't you wanna get comfy?"
How can you possibly resist, especially when his hands are on you, and he's using that tone, which begs to be listened to? You let out a little hum of affirmation.
Garrett grins, the corners of his lips tugging up in what looks to be a mix of amusement and pleasure at your easy obedience. "Good girl," he murmurs, fingers slipping off your waist, only to intertwine with your loose ones by your side. "Up," he says in the softest voice possible.
You blink up at him through your lashes. He tilts his head at you, resembling a bit of a golden retriever with those brown eyes fixed on you, solely on you. You're warm under his attention.
"Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to stare, baby?" Garrett says softly, a teasing chide to his words.
It's your turn to let out a scoff now, mirroring his, and his eyebrows soften in appreciation of the soft sound from your lips. "You're my boyfriend, I think I'm allowed to admire you."
His grin widens. "Oh, is that what you're doing? Admiring me?"
"Mhm."
"Huh," Garrett murmurs, lifting his free hand to cup your cheek, watching the way you melt in real time with adoring eyes. "When did you get so smooth?"
You smile prettily up at him, your best smile, and his breath catches in his throat. "Learned from the best."
"Did you?" he brushes your cheek with a calloused thumb, so gentle it makes something in your heart splinter and crack in two.
"Come on, sweetheart," he gentles his voice even further, giving your cheek a gentle pat. "Let's take a nap. You look exhausted."
You frown up at him, lips jutting out in a pout. "That's so mean, do I not look pretty?"
Garrett curls his arms around you, picking you up with an ease that still surprises you. Your legs naturally wind around his waist, head lolling forward to find rest on his shoulder. "You always look pretty, baby," he hums, kissing the side of your head. "My gorgeous girl, hm?"
Letting out a pleased sound of acknowledgement, you let Garrett climb the rest of the stairs and make his way down the hallway. You pass Dean's room on the way, and the door is wide open.
You don't bother lifting your head from Garrett's shoulder, you're already sure what's going on in there. Your boyfriend wrinkles his nose above you. "Dean, how many fucking times! Close the door, yeah?"
Dean lets out a sound to the affirmative, but makes no move to get up from where he's got a pretty girl perched on top of him.
Garrett pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out an annoyed sigh, shifting you on his hip to close the door with one hand. "Idiot," he mutters under his breath. He hitches you higher against his chest, and you go willingly, boneless and warm under his affections.
The floorboards creak under Garrett's weight as he moves to cover the distance from Dean's room to his. "Tired, sweetheart?" He asks, voice soft again, a low rumble to the timbre of his words.
"No," you mumble against his neck, pressing your nose against the space between his jaw and shoulder.
He lets out a laugh, opening his door with his foot, shifting you in his arms a little so he can flop onto his bed, back against the headrest, with you in his lap. "You're lying."
"Am not."
"Are too," he grins, watching you peer up at him with half-lidded, obviously sleepy eyes. "You're barely awake, pretty."
You let out an annoyed whine, hands finding home on his chest. "I'm awake, thank you very much. And I want a kiss."
Garrett's smile widens. "Do you now?"
"Don't be a jerk," you reply, narrowing your eyes at him. "I'm allowed to ask for a kiss."
"You are," he hums, tugging you closer, one big hand lifting from your waist for your neck, brushing idly at the tender skin of your jaw. "You do have to say please, though, honey. Manners."
Groaning frustratedly, you add, "please can I have kiss?"
Your boyfriend smiles, thumbing at your cheekbone. "You can, baby," he murmurs, leaning down to meet you halfway. Your hand slides up to the nape of his neck, thumbing at the baby hairs there, and he sighs against your mouth, deepening the kiss.
It's lazy, the kind of kiss that isn't going anywhere, and doesn't need to, either. His tongue brushes your lower lip, seeking entry, and you open for him. He tastes like mint, the gum he's always chewing.
"Garrett," you breathe when he pulls away for a second to get air.
"Shh." His lips trail to the corner of your mouth, your jaw, the soft spot below your ear. "Just relax, sweetheart."
