The heat radiated off the desert in shimmering waves, even as the sun began to dip behind the mountains. Coachella was a haze of color and sound—thumping bass, sweet smell of sunscreen, diverse outfits. This was your second time at Coachella, and this time you were blessed to be invited by a brand you modeled for.

You were alone this year, your best friend having a last-minute work trip to France for a Dior runway show. So you just wandered around saying hello to familiar faces and fans. Eventually, making it back into the artist section. You stopped at a bar to grab a drink, as you're about to leave you are stopped by miss Tara.

"Hello gorgeous," she exclaims. "omg hello, it's so nice to see you." You reply, wrapping your arms around her. "Where's Lina?" Tara asks, looking around. "She's in France at a Dior show, it was a very last-minute work trip" you say pouting a little. "well you can hang with us, lets go" She says hooking her arm with your's.

You clutch your cup as you look around, eyes landing on a familiar face. Sam. In the flesh. Laughing with his brunette best friend, head back, sitting low in a bean bag with a drink in hand. He looks better in real life, too vibrant for this planet.

As you daydreamed, you didn't even realize your friend stopped talking, looking over to where you were staring. "He's hot, isn't he?" Jake says, laughing, "Yeah, he-" you stop and look at Jake, surprised. "Oooo, y/n has a little crush on Sam," Tara chants as she jumps around the table you sat at. "Shut up, I was just people watching," you roll your eyes, turning around and downing the rest of your drink.

The group just laughs and continues talking, but you can't help but lose interest in the debate at hand, of whether a hot dog is a sandwich. You turn one last time towards Sam, but you end up making eye contact. He smirks and looks back at the group in front of him. You look away, and start paying attention to what is happening in front of you.

"Oh, and then she followed me through 2 stores," Tara says. You knew what she was talking about; this isn't your first time hearing about the weird girls at the mall who just follow her for content. "Omg do you remember when the mom called you a bitch for saying no to her daughter" You chime in finally. "omg stop, that was the worst day ever. I pray to never meet that mom ever again." Tara says passionately. Jake starts sharing a story when it's cut off by a blonde guy grabbing his shoulder.

"What's up, brother?" you look over at the voice. It was Sam. "omg hey Sam, how are you doing?" Jake responds, giving Sam a hug. "So busy but at least I'm getting money, ya know," Sam laughs lightly. Everyone laughs in agreement. "I see you found y/n here, it's nice to meet you by the way," the blue-eyed boy says with a warm smile that feels like we've been friends for years. "Nice to meet you too," you say, eyes never leaving his.

"You here alone or with Tara?" He asks, taking a quick second to look over at the short girl currently grinning from ear to ear at the interaction. "I'm here alone, my best friend Lina is in at a Dior fashion show". You say with a small smile. "Oh, I see, I'm gonna have to catch you later. Maybe at Charli xcx?" He says with a big smile on his face. "Yeah, you can catch me there," you say with a smile back, you thought to yourself how he knew Charli was one of your favorite artists.

"Omg y/n, he's so into you," Tara yells. "You're joking, it was just a little chit-chat," you say in complete denial. Tara rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "Well, anyway, let's go get food and more drinks before we go to Charlie," she starts hopping around the table toward you.

The whole time, you are thinking about the interaction you had with Sam. It wasn't rushed or awkward like you originally thought. It was pretty easy, Natural. Sam's questions seemed very personal, but also small talk. It felt like we slipped into a bubble. Just us too.

after getting food and more drinks it was time to go to the Artist section by the stage. You started feeling a realy tipsy, slightly giggling more than before, and more comfortable.

As you made it to the barricade, you bumped into what felt like a wall. Before you could even fall back, you were caught by a warm arm that held you close. You looked down from the sky to the same face you saw earlier. Sam.

"Are you good?" he got you back on your feet, "yeah, thank you so much," you say, eyes never leaving his again. "I'm glad to see you again," he says, smiling. "Yeah, you too," you say, still a little stunned.

As the concert starts, you end up singing and dancing with Sam. It starts off but jumping around together, but now, his arm is loosely draped around your hip as you enjoy music, in the middle of a set, Sam leans in and whispers in your ear. "Wanna go somewhere quieter and talk? I want to get to know you." Even the warm air of his breath made you shiver. You nod, taking his hand and walking through people to the exit.

You both walk back to the artist section, hand in hand. Sam leads you to a private tent with his and Colby's names on it. As you enter, there is a table full of snacks and drinks. The other space has a table and mats, a long couch, and bean bag chairs. "Wow, this is nice," you say, breaking the silence. "Yeah, YouTube really outdid itself this year," he says, still guiding you to the couch.

As you sit down, he sits beside you. close beside you.

You talk a lot, getting to know each other, and soon enough, the alcohol you had hits a little harder.

Things start to trail off, and so do your clothes.

Sam's throbbing cock sprung free from his tight boxers, dripping with precut. You looked up from his blushing tip to his blue eyes with a smirk. "better hurry before I get the NDA" you joke again.

Sam flips you over on your stomach, "Ass up baby" he say leaving a quick slap on your ass. His hand fell on your hips as he entered you, groaning at the tightness. "oh fuck" you moan out. "We gotta be quite love," Sam says, gripping your hips harder as a warning.

Sam starts fucking into you as a rough but sticcato pace. making each thrust long and hard. You whine into the couch, trying hard to stay quiet. "Faster, Sam, please," you plead. "As you wish," he says, picking up his pace.

Sam was growling in pleasure "fuck you're so warm and tight". His swollen cock head abusing your cervix with each thrust. He reaches a hand around to play with your clit. "No, please, too much," you whine, gripping the couch arm. "Come on, you can take it, be a good girl for me." Just as those words left Sam's mouth, you felt the coil in your stomach tighten even more. "Fuck Sam 'm gonna cum" your eye rolling back as you're overwhelmed body started to shake.

"cum for me y/n, come on" He says still rubbing continuous circles around your clit. Now his lips are attached to your neck as he fuck deeper into you. "Fuckfuckfuck," you chant out while your upper body gives out on you, and you lie against the couch, doing this causes Sam to hit a different part of you, causing you to feel overstimulated. You try to let him know, but it feels too good to complain. "Fuck i'm gonna cum, where do you want me?" He asks, out of breath. "In me is fine," you just barely whine out. " You sure?' he says, feeling closer. "Yes, I'm positive".

As Sam cum, so do you again. He lets a breathy moan, the sound making you cum a little harder than usual. "ahh, shit" you whine out putting you arm back to push Sam away.

He pulls out, wincing at the feeling. He quickly dresses and helps you get dressed too, grabbing water and a snack from the table. "That was good," you say, laughing. "Really?" he says, a little shocked. "Yeah, I think the best I've had in a while," you confess. "I'm honored," Sam says, taking the space on your lap for his head.

"So you sure I still don't have to sign that NDA?" you laugh. "Nah, you're good, pretty," He says, laughing.

Our small talk was interrupted by our drunk friends' piling into the tent.

"Oh, so this is where you guys went. We were." Colby gets cut off by a screaming Tara. "They had sex, omg," Tara screams. You notice the way Sam's face kind of drops. "Your neck," he whispers.

"And you haven't before?" You say in a sassy tone to your overexcited friend. Those words left everyone in the room, including Sam, shocked.

The house is perched on a bluff above the ocean, its windows illuminated with the blazing 3 o'clock sun. Waves crashing below, rhythmic and slow.

You're leaning against the balcony, yapping with friends, drink forgotten in your hand. You weren't much of a party person, but you always have the best time with your close friends. when you went out it was a time to feel something real, after a long stressful week.

In the midst of talking. That's when you saw. Him.

Across the room, through the rocking bodies and loud singing, a familiar persona caught your eye. He had a loose and effortless smile on his face, the kind that's beautiful and isn't trying hard. His shirt hung open, and when he looked up, he caught you staring. He smiled slightly more and excused himself over to you.

"Hey y/n, it's been a while," the sweet-eyed boy says. "It really has been," you respond with a shy smile.

Your friends excuse themself to go get more to drink and grab you something too.

"So I meant to ask, why did we stop talking?" he says, leaning on the railing. "I wasn't trying to rush anything, I just wanted to take my time." You got straight to the point, not wanting to beat around the bush.

" I see, and I understand that we did move a bit fast." He chuckles, "Colby, wanna go for a walk on the beach and catch up?" you say with a sigh. "Sure, let's go" Colby responds quickly.

You walked along the shore, not really speaking much at first. just listening to the water crashing and people having fun with friends and family.

"I like it better this way," Colby says after a while, glancing over at you. "Just us no noise, no distractions, no rush."

You nodded, feeling a little better, and he said what you were thinking. Colby wasn't like the other guys you attempted to start a relationship with. He understood everything you wanted and needed, and tried every way before giving up.

"You ain't gotta bring no stuff," Colby interrupts your thought. "What?" you say. "like all we got everything we needed" he clears up his thought.

His words, so simple and sure, kinda hit your heart. You hadn't realized how much you missed and craved Colby; his words, no matter what, always seemed like magic.

"What made you come back?" Colby says, "I just wanted to meet you on the west side, and I knew you would probably be at this party." You answer his question with a bit of hesitation. "Damn y/n, so correct me if i'm wrong, but it sounds like you miss me?" Colby says with a mellow chuckle. "Yeah, you're correct." The air felt less heavy after you said those words. "Well then, I'll stay right by your side... if you give me another chance," Colby says, stopping to turn towards you.

You stopped walking, turning to face him fully. The ocean wind whipped your hair around your face, Colby reached to fix the stray hairs, gently tucking them behind your ear. His hand lingered on your cheek, thumb brushing lightly across your cheek.

"You're different," you whispered to him.

"So are you," He murmured back, stepping a little closer.

He waited for you to choose. No pressure. No rushing.

You leaned in.

Your kiss was slow, patient. It wasn't desperate or loud. It was the kind of kiss that promised more, not just tonight, but tomorrow, and every day after if you'd let it.

When you broke from the kiss, Colby pressed his forehead against yours, breathing your sweet vanilla floral perfume in.

"Don't want it if it ain't your touch," Colby whispers. "I'm not going anywhere."

You both took a moment to be engulfed in each other's presence before making a track back to the house party.

You and Colby have a great night drinking and dancing together, eventually wander off together, to the upstairs bedroom.

Colby uses your intimate make-out session to close the door behind you guys. "Fuck 've been waiting so long to meet you again" He says through a breathy kiss. grabbing the back of your knees, signaling you to jump.

He carries you to the neatly made bed, laying you down as he leans up to admire the way the sunset crept on your face, "God, you're so beautiful, I can't believe I let you go."

It took Colby no time to strip you both, leaving kisses and marking any place he could get to, before he dipped between your legs, leaving kisses on your thighs and hips, lips dancing around the place you needed him most. "Colby, please," you whine desperately.

"What's wrong, baby?" He says mockingly, "Please just fuck me already, you know how I like it" Your hands gripping the blankets.

"Since you asked so nice, I fuck you like the desperate slut you are" Colby flips you over on all fours. "Arch your back for my baby."

You follow command with no thought. "Fuck look at you, so fucking wet, you're such a needy bitch" Colby's words make you whine. Not ready for him to start sliding in you.

"Fuck, you just as amazing as I remember," Colby says emphazing 'amazing'.

As he starts thrusting into you, you can't help but become a whining mess under him. "Colby, I want more," you moan out.

"Such a need whore, always wanting more" He says looping his arm across your body to grab you neck and bring you up to his chest.

"Is this what you fucking wanted slut" He says panting in your ear. "y-yes, this is what i wanted, thank you" you're a complete mess, eyes rolling back as you attempt to roll your hips back into Colby at the same pace. "Have the same habits, I see." he laughs in your face to try and humiliate you.

Soon enough, you're grabbing at Colby's arm and hip, "Fuck I'm gonna cum, Colby fuck" You chant out, "hold on baby, cum with me" Colby say letting you go, flipping you back over onto your back.

"Come on y/n, cum on my dick" Colby says gripping onto your hips to slam into you a bit faster. "I'm cumming, fuck, right there" you say eyes screwed shut. As you cum, your legs shake and you can't help but grab at Colby's hands to try and ground yourself.

"Fuck y/n, you're milking me so good" Colby groans out with his head back. He bucks his hips a little, riding out your highs.

As you both start to catch your breaths, Colby pulls out, leaning down by the bed to grab his boxers. "y/n baby, we should probably get back downstairs," Colby says, kneeling in front of you, sliding your panties over your feet and legs. "You're right, my friends are probably worried sick about me." You get up, making eye contact with a messy-haired Colby. "Sex looks good on you," You say, peaking his lips. "Thank you, baby," Colby says grabbing your dress to help you slip back into it.

"Here you guys are." A new voice has entered the room. It was Kenzie. "OH.MY.GOSH, there is no way" your other friends peek into the room. You turn away from them to fix your dress. "Y/n, y/l/n" Mara says.

You aren't worried or panicked, because you knew they wanted this for you, but you don't think they knew with who. Colby is bent on one knee helping you put your heels on.

"Is Colby in there?" You hear a guy chime in. "Colby Brock, no way," Sam says in disbelief.

And that was how all you're friends found out you got back with your old fling. And honestly, it was the best decision.

Just when you thought Matt’s ego couldn’t get any bigger, he walked into the Halloween party dressed as Superman.

Not even the full tights-and-cape version, either. No, he had to go Clark Kent—white button-up half open, a red-and-yellow “S” painted across his chest like he’d peeled it straight from a comic panel. His tie dangled loose around his neck, glasses perched on his nose, and that cocky grin said it all: he knew he looked good. You wanted to roll your eyes so hard they’d fall out of your skull. Of course, Matt would show up like that. Your number one academic rival, the guy who lived to contradict you in class, who smirked every time you stumbled in a debate—he couldn’t just wear a normal costume. No, he had to be the center of attention, the superhero of the night.

Fortunately, your sexier version of Poison Ivy put you right in his line of sight. His smirk widened as soon as he spotted you across the room.

“Fitting,” he said as he swaggered over, tugging his shirt open a little wider to flash the logo. “The villain and the hero. Guess that makes tonight a showdown.” You crossed my arms, then rolled your eyes.

The night went on like that. Every time you turned around, Matt was there: squaring off with you at beer pong, trash-talking me during a card game, even dragging you into the middle of a dance circle when people started chanting for us to battle it out. It should’ve been exhausting. It was exhausting. But you couldn’t stop noticing the way his glasses slipped down his nose, or how his laugh softened when he wasn’t trying to show off.

By the time we both ended up on the back porch, the October air crisp against your skin, the fight had drained out of me. Matt leaned against the railing, shirt wide open now, chest paint peeking through.

“You’ve been glaring at me all night,” he said, eyes glinting. “Gotta admit, I’m starting to think you don’t hate me as much as you pretend.”

You scoffed, but it came out weaker than you wanted. “You’re insufferable.”

He stepped closer, close enough that our shoulders brushed. “And yet… You haven’t walked away once.”

You should’ve. You should’ve thrown another insult, stormed off, ended the night like always. But standing there under the glow of string lights, the rivalry didn’t feel so sharp anymore. It felt charged. Heavy.

And when Matt leaned in, you didn’t stop him. Superman kissed Ivy, and for the first time all night, you weren’t thinking about who won.

You pulled away, with wide eyes.

Did you really just do that, kiss the guy you swore was your worst enemy.

"See, wasn't that easy? You can stop telling everyone you hate me now," Matt smirks. "Now I hate you more." you give a fake smile and turn away.

Matt grabs your hand and pulls you back towards him for another kiss.

Again, you don't hesitate to give in. You glide your fingers through the hair on the back of his head and melt into the kiss.

"Fuck, am I that drunk that I can't help but give in? He's a great kisser." You thought.

You interanl fighting was interrupted by Matt pulling away.

"Can we figure this out? I've really liked you, but you've always seemed to avoid me like the plague" Matt says

"Why would i want to be with someone who's made class a living hell to be in. all you do is embarass me" you say backing away a little bit.

"I'm not trying to, I know it sounds stupid, but I don't know how to express the way I like you other than physically," Matt says, clearly embarrassed with the words coming from his own mouth.

"What do you mean physically?" you say confused.

"Come with me," Matt says as he walks back into the loud house.

You grab his hand to avoid losing him in the swaying crowd. You try to keep up with the boy with long legs. Your heels stunnting you a bit, you lose grip of Matt's hand.

He notices.

He turns back to get you, but before you know it, you are lifted off the ground and held over someone's shoulder.

"Matthew put me down!" you yelp.

"You're walking to slow, I'm getting impatient"

When those words left Matt's mouth, you knew exactly what he meant by 'physicslly'.

Before you knew it, you were bent over a sink in the guest bathroom.

Head spinning, heart racing, hands restless

“It’s too much, Matt slow down”

It was all to much, Matt is barried deep in you, slamming into you at a speed that makes his costume perfect for this situation.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this” Matt groans

The slapping noise, heavy breathing, and desperate moaning filled the space around you

Suddenly a knock at the bathroom door startled you

“Hurry up in there I gotta piss” a voice rang.

“Yeah yeah, give us a second” Matt says, hips never stopping

You’re a mess, gripping the counter for stability.

“I’m so close, fuuck” you gasp out

You roll your hips back into Matt desperately matching his pace.

Your knees go weak for a moment as you reach your high.

“so good, fuck” Matt says slamming into you a couple of times before pulling out and finishing into a tissue.

“We can finish this at my place” Matt says before planting a kiss on your forehead and opening the door

“I’ve been looking all ov- oh?“ a male voice rang into the bathroom, you peak around Matt to see Chris with a cheeky smirk on his face.

“Move, I’m leaving. I’ll see you at home” Matt says before dragging you out the bathroom b lining it to the front door.

Let’s say you were able to solve your differences once you got to his place.

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Happy smuttober, I did purposely leave the worst for first bc the other ones are too good to start off with. So I chose my least favorite.

It started like every other night y'all hung out, casual, familiar, maybe a little flirtatious, and a little dangerous, but neither of you would admit it.

The kitchen smelled like basil and garlic, something warm and savory bubbling on the stove. Your best friend, Jake, was leaning against the counter, sleeves rolled up, laughing at some dumb joke you made about your chopping skills.

He looked stupidly good tonight, wife-beater, and baggy cargos, messy hair from a nap earlier, his smile lighting up his whole face. You hated how easily he made you forget what you were doing.

"Careful," he teased, stepping closer and nudging your hand with his "or you're gonna lose a finger."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide the way your stomach flipped at the touch. Pull yourself together, you thought. This was nothing new. You'd been dancing around this... whatever this was. for months, maybe a year. Long glances, lingering touch, late-night texts that bled into something heavier before one of you chickened out.

But tonight felt different.

Maybe it was the crisp winter night air threatening to come in threw the window. Maybe it was the wine, you only had enough to fuzz out your nerves. Or maybe it was the way Jake looked at you just a little too long when he thought you weren't paying attention.

You're playlist is playing softly from the speakers by the TV, and somehow, it was like the universe had picked the perfect songs to queue.

"So, what's next, Chef?" jake grins

You handed him a wooden spoon. "Stir this before it burns. Please and thank you."

Jake obeyed, but not before bumping his hip into yours playfully. But this caused your skin to spark and feel electric under your skin.

y'all worked around each other in a kind of easy rhythm, bumping shoulders once in a while, trading sarcastic comments, stealing sips of wine. But under all of it, the air was heavy, charged. Like you were both waiting for something to break.

At one point, you leaned over to grab a spice jar from the upper shelf, and you felt Jake step closer behind you, one hand lightly grazing your waist as he reached to help.

You froze.

But so did Jake.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Jakes hand stayed there, warm through the thin fabric of your shirt. You could feel his breath at the back of your neck, just barely.

Slowly, you turned to face him, the jar forgotten between your fingers. You were too close now, noses almost brushing, Jake's eyes flickering down to your lips before darting back up to meet yours.

Say something. Do something.

But the words never left your throat. All you could hear was Billie Bossa Nova playing sensually in the background. You could feel your heart pounding.

Jake spoke first, voice low and a little rough. "You drive me crazy, you know that?"

Your mouth went dry. "Yeah?" you barely whispered out, "I know the feeling."

Something cracked open between you. The dam is breaking. He cupped your face with both hands, careful but sure, and kissed you like he'd been waiting for permission. Like he'd been waiting for this.

You dropped the spice jar. Neither of you cared.

The kiss was hungry, slow at first, and then faster, more desperate, like you were making up for the times you'd almost done this and didn't. Jake's hand slid down to your waist, pulling you flush against him. You curled your fingers into his shirt, holding on like you were afraid he'd vanish if you let go.

The stove beeped, somewhere far away, but the world had narrowed down to just you two, the heat of his mouth on yours, the feeling of his fingers tracing the curve of your spine, the taste of wine and something sweeter I couldn't name.

When you finally separated, you both were out of breath, foreheads pressed together.

"Dinner's gonna burn," you say, with a shaky laughter.

"Screw dinner," Jake murmured, brushing his nose against yours. "I've been hungry for something else for a long time."

You felt your face heat up. But instead of pulling away, you kissed him again, slower this time, savoring it.

The kitchen faded around you, the half-chopped vegetables, the boiling pot, the flickering TV in the living room. All of it became background noise to the way he kissed you like you were the only thing that mattered.

Eventually, you pulled apart enough to breathe, and Jake tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, smiling like they couldn't believe this was real.

"I'm so into you," Jake murmurs, the words kind of shy.

you grinned, feeling bold for once, feeling alive.

"I'm so into you, too." you smiled back.

You ended up sitting on the living room floor, tangled together, talking about everything and nothing while the music continued in the background.

The food was ruined, but the night was perfect.

The sky was brushed with strokes of gold and amber as the sun fell towards the horizon. Waves whispered against the shoreline as you and Matt were engulfed in the white noise of the beach.

It was your 6 month anniversary and you both brought oup the idea to have dinner on the beach. A basket lay open, half-emptied of sandwiches, fruit, chips, champagne, and bottled water.

"I can't believe it's been 6 months already," you say, smiling to yourself as you take in the warmth of the setting sun. "Honestly, it does, it only feels like yesterday when we met at Nick's celebration dinner".

You turned your attention to the brunette boy as you popped honeyed mango into your mouth. The sun started to slip from the grasp of the sky as you and Matt talked and laughed over memories.

"I love you". Were the only words that filled the short period of silence shared between you and Matt. "I've been so in love with you since the second we started officially dating. I was so worried I'd scare you off by saying it too soon, but tonight feels so right. I don't expect you to say it now, but for me, it felt like the perfect time to let you know now you're the love of my life". You bury your face in your hands before using them to fix your soft locks back away from your face.

Matt's face had a look on it you've never seen before; his eyes sat in love and adoration, but his face looked nervous and red. "Sorry, maybe this was too soon, I just-." Matt cut you off, bringing your worried lips to his.

"I love you too. Youre truly a blessing to me, you've helped me through so much during not only my career but also personally" Matt says almost teary eyed. "Aww Matt, you're making me so emotional" you drop you head down as you wiped the waterfall of tears from your face. In the process Matt gently lifts your face.

"Im do hopelessly in love with you" He says with a smile wiping a tear from your cheek.

Matt's face was colored with the end of the sunset. Without thinking, He pulled you into another kiss, soft and salty from the night sea breeze, but warm like the fading light of the sun.

The moment you pull away, you watch the eyes of each other in silence.

"I want you to know this has been the best months of my life, maybe even in a lifetime" you promised.

As the last of the sun kissed the ocean goodnight, you shared the warmth of each other's skin under the moonlight, giggling and breathy whispers filling your space.

a/n: Thank you for reading💋 so sorry this took so long i'm currently fighting the final exam demons (pray for me).