You'd been invited to a sleepover at Devon's alongside Tory and Sam. You were close to the trio, which was why you were invited so quickly. So, in the days leading up to Saturday, you were growing more and more excited.

Though, Devon and Sensei Lawrence had been acting a little weird around you. They'd be talking all secretively and go silent when you approached. Maybe it was some father-daughter like talk, but it still seemed suspicious in your eyes.

Y/n

guys does devon hate me or smthn 😔

her and sensei lawrence have been rlly secretive lately

Tory 🤞😈

I don't think so, no

Sam 😻

your crush status is completely fine

she's trying to figure out things you like :)

Y/n

huh

Tory 🤞😈

were sitting next to them right now

she's trying to figure out your favorite things

God, you couldn't even approach the pretty, dark-haired girl without feeling like you were bothering her. She seemed so quiet around you now. You were honestly debating skipping the sleepover.

Though, it didn't matter by the time you arrived at Devon's for the sleepover.

You'd been to Devon's many times for sleepovers and to hang out with her and assortments of other friends, but this time felt more... off. To start off, Devon didn't even let you in, Tory did. You were half an hour early, and both her and Sam had been hanging out in Devon's room for at least an hour beforehand.

And once you got there, it was so quiet.

You four decided to play Uno on Devon's Nintendo Switch that she had set up to her TV. Tory and Devon used joycons while you and Sam used some spare controllers that plugged into the system. You played for a solid hour, with the four of you switching around Sam's deck of 99+ cards. The +4 cards were brutal out there.

You went to use the bathroom where you texted the groupchat, showing them stupid TikToks you'd saved from earlier.

Y/n

https://www.tiktok.com/@luv4kirishima/video/7460232605548547335?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=mobile&sender_web_id=7417995277846087199

Dev 😋🫶

wtf y/n/n

is that knuckles from sonic?

Tory 🤞😈

okay that's a crazy repost

Sam 😻

look at all their reposts guys 😭😭😭

By hour two, you switched on a movie and snacked, bingeing the Scary Movie series. Every time you'd come together to make dumb jokes and point things out or laugh, you'd catch yourself staring at Devon. You couldn't help but fawn over her voice, her adorable laugh, the way she covered her face and fell back when she cackled uncontrollably.

By hour five or six, you sat in a circle on Devon's bedroom floor, some shit horror movie quietly playing in the background. Truth or Drink time, yippee.

Truth or Drink is usually for adults, but since the opportunities for dares was abnormally low, you made battery acid to drink from. The "battery acid" was made of Monster energy drinks, Sour Patch Kids, and other similar, sour candies and liquids. It was awful.

"So..." Tory smiles, "Sam."

Sam groans, knowing she'd forever be the one going first.

"Have you ever lied to Miguel? Within the past year or so, no drama"

Sam sits silent, looking like she's pondering between drinking or being honest, looking guilty. She sighs. "Once. He asked if I wanted to hang out and I said no because I was helping my dad out at the dojo. I was actually laying around doing nothing while gossiping with my brother" she chuckles

"Honest answer." you nod

"I thought she was gonna drink," Devon giggles

"I did, too!" Tory agrees

You turn to Devon. "It's your turn" you grin mischievously

"Help us all." she falls on her back, purposefully, knowing whatever you asked was either going to be awful to the point she'd have to drink, or either really tame.

"Do you have a crush on anyone?" you ask, curious

She bites her bottom lip before nodding.

You, Sam, and Tory nod and giggle, jokingly making fun of her. Something told you that Sam and Tory weren't as surprised as you were, though. You weren't even shocked to think that, though. They seemed so secretive around you.

You did a lot of drinking through the game. The battery acid plus all the drinks you were sipping on earlier were running through you by now. You urgently stand up, rushing to the bathroom. The girls shouted from down the hall that they were pausing the game and reloading on snacks, assuring you they wouldn't continue without you.

As you sit in the bathroom, using it as a little breather away from the girls to gather your thoughts, you scroll through Instagram Reels, needing an awful laugh. God, that app was so cursed, but you loved it so much.

In Devon's room, the girls are whispering quietly.

"You need to tell them at some point. Bottling it up is super unhealthy," Sam speaks

Tory nods in agreement. "They're probably gonna sit outside for a bit once they get back. You know how they like to do that before going to sleep,"

Devon nods. "What do I even say?"

"Just listen to your heart," Tory answers. "Tell them what you feel"

Devon's face grows red, nervous, embarrassed, and flustered. "What if I mess up?"

"It'll be okay, we promise" Sam assures

The girls quickly hush as they hear the bathroom door open, and hear your footsteps travel down the stairs, headed to the porch. Devon looks back at the two girls, wide-eyed. They whisper shout for her to follow you, knowing they were gonna follow right behind her to listen through the front door.

Devon moves swiftly and softly, allowing you to sit by yourself for a moment before she joins you. Her hands are shaking out of fear, and what she feels like is a panic attack is rising. Her heart begins to constrict and she can barely speak to the girls.

Sam immediately notices, sitting Devon down. She rushes to the kitchen for water while Tory instructs her to breathe, asking what was wrong.

"What if I mess it up? They're so attractive and perfect, and funny, and they make me so happy. I'm not good enough for them. And what if they hate me and don't wanna be friends with me anymore?"

The girls softly smile, sharing a look.

"Devon," Tory begins. "You are enough. Don't tell yourself you aren't. They don't care about your karate skills or how fast you can destroy a debate. They care about you, what's inside is what matters"

"Also..." Sam continues. "Y/n doesn't drop friends over small things. Trust us, your percentage of acceptance is a lot higher than you think"

Devon takes a confident deep breath before nodding, pushing herself back up on her feet. She rests her hand on the doorknob, looking back at Sam and Tory for assurance. They nod and silently cheer her on, watching as she pulls the door open, stepping outside to join you.

She lightly smiles as you lay eyes on her, watching her join you. She sits on the steps next to you, staring out at nothing, just as you were.

"Feels nice out here"

You nod. "It's nicer with you here"

Her face quickly flushes.

"Why are you out here, though?"

"Uh, I wanted to tell you something" she answers

"Like how you're madly in love with me or something?"

Devon's face is entirely white, wondering how you knew.

"You guys are really loud, even when you're whispering." you explain. "Or maybe your walls are made out of construction paper"

She awkwardly chuckles, unable to look at you. "Do you reciprocate?..."

You nod. "I thought I'd have to be the one to do it, being the man here and all"

"Shut up" she giggles

In a swift movement, you jump up and run into the yard, throwing up. Said bio-hazard is liquid for the most part, revealing pieces of sour candies and popcorn. Devon covers her mouth, shocked and worried for you. She stands up, looking at you from the porch, dressed in her Scooby-Doo shirt and matching purple and teal pants.

"Are you okay?"

You cough, nodding, hands on your knees as your back rests at a 90 degree angle. You hold up a thumbs up for her. "Too much snacking. And battery acid"

"Oh my God," she quickly turns around to see Tory and Sam standing in front of the screen door, urging them to get some water and a towel for you. Meanwhile, she rushes to you, making sure you could stand and whatnot. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," you chuckle, shielding her from bio-hazard breath with your hand. "Thank you, Dev"

She smiles, "Of course"

Sam and Tory stand on the porch, water bottles and towels in their hands, watching the scene unfold.

You reach for your phone in your pockets, checking the time; 10:36. “Now? It’s kinda late, Dev.”

“I know, I know, but…” He has an excited smile on his face. “Just let me show you.” He gestures his still extended hand.

You pause for a moment before agreeing, taking his hand and following him off of the couch. You watch him grab a basket and his keys off of the kitchen counter before heading out the door.

—

When he started to slow down the car, it seemed like you were seriously in the middle of nowhere. He must’ve been able to read your facial expression, because he followed with, “I know, just trust me.”

You stepped out of the car and looked up at the stars. You had to admit, the sky looked gorgeous. You had to have been far from downtown, because it was silent other than the chirp of the crickets. Devon then took your hand, leading you forward into the vineyard.

For how dark it was, Devon was surprisingly good at finding where he was going. He turned through the grapevines, looking back at you occasionally to make sure you were keeping up well. His hand never moved from yours.

You finally came to a stop in the middle of a row of vines. It didn’t seem any different than any of the other rows of grapevines, but you didn’t care to question.

You look down to see a cute picnic setup. A soft, off white blanket with several unlit candles on top, along with a metal bowl and his guitar. You giggle, and Devon smiles back.

Devon lowered himself to sit. You followed suit, and he soon scooted closer to you. He took out a baggie of ice from the basket and pours it into the bowl. Two wine glasses and a bottle of wine were next out of the basket. He struggles with the cork on the bottle for a moment before it finally opens with a pop. He pours two glasses and hands you one before placing the bottle into the bowl of ice.

He leans forward to light the candles, which gave a warm glow over the picnic area.

“Well,” He breaks the silence. “I saw tonight was supposed to be nice out with low cloud coverage, so, I thought we could sit out here.” He looks up at the sky before looking back at you.

You smile, leaning on his shoulder. “You’re so sweet.”

He gives a sheepish laugh in response, then wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer. You feel a small kiss on the top of your head from him.

He holds out his glass to you. You tap yours against his, the glass giving a cheerful clink. You both take a sip.

He looks up at the sky again. “Isn’t it pretty?”

You whisper, “Yeah.”

“Not as pretty as you.” He added.

You snort, and he follows your laugher.

“You are so cheesy, Devon.” You tease through laughs.

He responds simply, “I know.”

You sigh contently, finding your place back against Devon’s shoulder. He gently rubs your arm with his thumb.

“Hey,” He says, reaching over for his guitar. “Any song requests?”

“Mmm… No, you choose.” You hum.

“Sublime? Third Eye Blind? Bush?” He clicks his tongue, plucking at the strings and adjusting the tune.

“Bush, Everything Zen.” You suggest. You know it’s his favorite.

—

Devon is very chill and laid back and goes with whatever you say

You had been talking to him one night when this older lady came in and she did not look pleased

It did not end well

You felt bad for him, but you did think the drawings were cute

You did get a little annoyed with the people that suddenly surrounded you both

He doesn't get to much sleep, so he'll end up falling asleep on your shoulder

You're the more aggressive one in the relationship

Though he can get quite jealous

When he does he's more passive aggressive

He likes to grab your hand and drag you off

He loves watching you

You both have quite late night talks, where you going into some pretty heavy stuff

He loves hearing you giggle and laughing

When one of you gets tired of either working a part-time job or excessive schoolwork, you and Devon would sit on the rooftop of the apartment complex that he lived in and just look at the stars whilst talking about.. well, anything!

Your eyelids had started to feel heavy as the words slipping out of your mouth had become more slurred. You let yourself lay down on the concrete floor of the rooftop, legs still dangling on the edge.

You'd almost succumb to slumber when you heard the boy next to you say something..

"the moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

"Heh, did you know that in Japan that phrase means 'I love you'?" You turned your head to Devon– he too, had decided to lay down —and you gave him a tired smile. You didn't know where you found out about this fact but it was pretty neat!

You were pulled away from your thoughts to the sound of your friend chuckling... cute... A small smile appeared on you face. Devon was now facing you. "Well then, I guess in other words, I love you!" The usual sarcastic tone of his voice made you think he was joking!!

This made you start laughing, but then you noticed the serious look on his face, this made you stop. "You okay, Dev?"

The dark haired boy inhaled sharply, he sat up and made direct eye contact at you (wich made you a bit nervous) "I love you, [Name]"

Did Devon plan on confessing now? No, but this seemed like the perfect moment to do so... He waited for you reply but.... Nothing. You just stared up at him with an unreadable expression... Taking this as a rejection, he slowly stood up.. he went to walk away, but your voice stopped him.

"I love you too,Devon..." He stood there, a grin had started to form on his face. Devon felt your presence beside him and before he could even speak, you tackled him in a hug.

"Oh" you kissed him on the cheek "my" and then on the forehead "God" then on the nose "I've waited" then the other cheek "for so" you kissed him on the corner of his lips "long!" The other corner "for you to" then on the forehead again "confess!!" Then on the lips. The kisses were a bit rough and rushed, but it was sweet nonetheless. He pulled away from the kiss to look at you

"You knew?" He questioned. He could feel his heartbeat quicken and his face start to heat up

"It was so obvious!!" You barked out a laugh and got off him. You rolled over beside Devon with a grin..

"But... You mean what you said, right?"

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s actually quite the exhibitionist. He likes to tease you in public, especially on late night dates. He likes even more to be the one being teased in public. If you whisper something dirty in his ear at dinner, he’ll totally melt.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s relatively experienced. He didn’t get around a lot in his 20’s, but once he got his job as the house assistant for Tammy, he had more opportunities to meet people.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He’s pretty classic. He’s embarrassed to admit it, but his favorite is missionary. He likes watching your face, especially when you’re close. Plus, he likes to kiss you when he’s going slow.

A close second for him is spooning. He loves holding you close to him and rest his face against your shoulder. It’s hard for him to thrust sideways, though, so usually that will turn into cockwarming.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s not super serious during sex. It makes him a little uncomfortable staying perfectly stoic. One time it slipped out and he said “Oopsie daisies.” You two couldn’t stop laughing for a full 5 minutes.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He lets all of his body hair grow out. On special occasions he’ll do a little trimming, but he mostly keeps his hair as is. No bear death here.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

If you’re not doing some sort of roleplay, he’s very romantic. He’ll go slow, and will really only speed up if you ask or if he’s close. He’ll have his hands all over you, giving you lots of kisses.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

If you’re out of town, he really enjoys phone sex. He likes to hear you no matter what, so if you’re giving him instructions or just moaning for him, it makes him crazy. On a longer trip, you had him edge until you got back. Needless to say, he basically came just from you kissing his neck.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He doesn’t really have any set kinks. He likes to try anything, really. He doesn’t necessarily label it this way, but he does have a little bit of a breeding kink.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

While it happens mostly in the bedroom, his guilty pleasure location is the kitchen. Having you pushed against the counter while he’s fucking you from behind really does something for him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Teasing gets him incredibly hot and bothered. Tugging on his hair while making out with him will get him going, too.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything with weapons, like knifeplay. He’s far too worried about accidentally making the wrong move and injuring you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves oral. Giving or receiving, but especially giving. He loves to have your legs resting on his shoulders or be on his knees below you. Being able to taste you is his favorite part.

When you first brought up the idea of him facefucking you, he was really nervous. He didn’t want you to choke or be uncomfortable. Eventually, though, you got him to do it and he really did like it. He was still anxious, though, and asked over and over again afterwards if you were okay.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Unless you’re practically begging for him to go fast and rough, he’s slow and sweet. He always prioritizes your orgasm over his, so he’ll take it slow and make sure he’s hitting the spots that help you finish.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t mind a quickie. It’s not his favorite, but he still likes them. Anything to do with you he’ll enjoy anyway.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Minus the exhibitionism, he’s not much of a risk taker. He’ll never want to hurt you in some way. The most he’ll do is spanking. Hitting you anywhere else is a no-go.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His stamina is pretty high. Again, he’ll always make sure you’re close before he lets himself finish, even if that means another round.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns a few. Mostly vibrators and a strap-on (If necessary). He prefers to use them on you rather than you using them on him or him using them himself. However, he does enjoy all three.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’ll tease a little, but he prefers to be the one being teased.

Verbal sexual teasing, though, he really does like to do. He’s not great at it, as he’ll stumble and stutter through his words sometimes. But, seeing you get worked up about it makes it worth it for him to learn.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

If he’s topping, he’s verbal, but his volume is pretty low. He mostly grunts, huffs, and groans, with the occasional moan. He’ll whisper swears and praises to you as well.

Him bottoming, though, is another story. He’s very loud and very whiney. And lots of swearing, too. It’s hard for him to stay quiet when you’re topping. He has to cover his mouth for any attempt at staying at a normal volume.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

One time you were baking with him and you had licked some frosting off of your finger and looked at him. Long story short, your pants didn’t stay on for long.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s very much a bear. Chubby, a lot of body hair, etc. The rest of his body is a little lighter than his arms and face, as he tans quite a bit when he’s outside.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is quite high. He’s able to manage it and won’t do anything you’re not up to, but there’s very few times where he wasn’t in the mood when you were.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’ll fall asleep pretty quickly after getting you cleaned up. He’ll hold you close some way, either spooning or having you lay on his chest, and he’ll fall asleep with you close.

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