#lis2 x reader

You play with the end of your shirt, nervously waiting for the front door to be answered, your body lit up by the porch light. It's not like you haven't met Sean's family casually, but being invited for dinner felt like a personal test. You can't help being a bit anxious. Suddenly the door flings open, pulling you from your thoughts, to reveal Daniel on the other side.

He smiles, "Hi!" He says your name with such enthusiasm you'd think he invited you himself. Now that the thought is brought up, though, it's not unlikely this was his idea.

"Dude, cut it out." Sean says, walking into your view and shoving Daniel lightly out of the way.

"Don't push me! I was just saying hi..." Daniel grumbles and plops grumpily onto the couch. You laugh as Sean rolls his eyes and steps outside to you.

He lowers his voice, "Sorry, he's excited to see you. Not as much as me, though." Sean rests his hands on your sides and smiles, looking behind him briefly.

You roll your eyes at his cheesy comment, checking his watch briefly. "I know I'm a bit early, sorry." You whisper, and he shakes his head, one hand moving up to rest under your jaw.

"It's alright, I don't mind." His eyes soft as he looks over your face. He clears his throat, "You, uhm, you look pretty." You laugh quietly and hum.

"Thank you. So do you." You tilt your head as he reddens a bit before his dad calls out to him.

"Sean! Are they here?" You can hear footsteps approaching and Sean quickly releases you and takes a small step back. Esteban approaches in an apron with some hasty doodles on it--"best dad ever" from what you can read. He passes the doorway and shakes your hand.

"It's nice to meet you." He smiles welcomingly as you follow him inside. It smells of spices and a bit of garlic, the room hot with cooking. You catch Daniel wiggling his eyebrows at Sean behind you before Sean throws a nearby pillow at him. You hold a laugh.

"Dinner should be ready in a few minutes, make yourself at home." Esteban says, retreating to the kitchen. Sean tugs your sleeve gently as he walks to his bedroom. You let him. His room is a bit messy, clothes strewn on his chair, but it looks alright to you.

When the door is shut, you smile at the sight. Sean collapses onto his bed and groans. "Daniel is going to ruin this whole thing." He mutters, his voice muffled by the pillows. You walk to the bed and sit on the edge of it.

"It'll be alright, Sean, relax." He sits up when you speak, sighing and pulling you towards him. He rests his head on your shoulder.

"I know, I know. Can I come over tomorrow?" He asks, his voice quieter at the end, hesitant.

"My parents are having a retirement party for my uncle, so probably not," you sigh, hugging him back. "But I can probably sneak over here." He looks up at that and smiles, nodding.

"Daniel won't snitch, he'll be at a friend's house." He replies, but you roll your eyes.

The door barges open as Daniel immediately starts speaking about something before you can react. Sean sprints up off the bed and ushers him out before Daniel can speak another word. "Dude," Sean whines "I told you to knock!"

"Wait! What are you guys doing in there?" He calls through the door, inviting you into a fit of laughter while Sean pouts. "Dad says dinner is done!" Daniel shouts one final time.

You stand up and Sean rubs his face, opening the door for you. The table is set, though half of it is filled with boxes and... art supplies, maybe.

"You'll have to excuse the mess; we've been pretty disorganized around the house." Esteban sets down the plates and nods to you.

"It's alright, I don't mind," you politely reply.

The food is nice; the dinner is quiet--aside from Esteban's questions about your life and Daniel's outbursts on embarrassing stories about Sean. You feel Sean's hand slide into yours under the table, warm and slightly shaky. You smile down at your plate, now aware that he was more nervous than you were.

"Daniel, give it a rest!" Sean whines to Daniel after the 3rd story, so you nudge his ankle with yours--a silent "it's okay".

Sean collects dishes as you follow him with anything else he needs help with, chatting quietly as he scrapes the remaining food into the trash can from the plates with a fork.

"You're too mean to him," you whisper, looking at Sean, "he's just excited." You rest your head on his shoulder.

Sean sighs, "I know but he should still give us some air to breathe, it's humiliating," but you only giggle in response.

Esteban walks into the kitchen and, once again, you two rush apart. He chuckles slightly. "You don't need to worry about this," he mutters, taking the trash from your hands, "go hang out with Sean." So, you thank him quietly.

Sean walks towards his room, but you catch his wrist, checking your phone. "My parents are here. I have to go." You inform him, causing a frown followed by a short nod.

"Thanks for coming, then. Sorry it was awkward." He smiles, his hands fidgeting with the bottom of your shirt before they rest.

"It wasn't." You smile, grabbing your jacket from the coat hook and leaving to the door. The night air is cold, and you feel a chill go up your arms as you hear Sean's footsteps.

He follows you outside, stopping at the porch. He presses one hand against your cheek as the other rests on your arm, and he plants a sweet goodbye kiss on your lips. When he pulls back, your eyes trail to the curtain to a smug face watching through the window. Esteban winks, and you smile before waving goodbye to Sean, walking down the sidewalk to your ride.

When Sean makes it back inside, Esteban is drying dishes. "Daniel, go play in your room for a minute?" He calls to the young boy, who sighs dramatically but proceeds.

Sean also begins to walk to his own room, but not before being stopped by his dad. "What?" He asks, tired.

"So, you got a special someone, eh, hijo?" He smirks. Sean's brows furrow.

"What? N-no way. They're just my friend, I told you!" Sean's panicked demeanor only encourages his father. "You said you wouldn't do this..."

"Right. Next time your 'friend' comes over, I'll be sure to pass you a mint this time," he says, before walking into the bathroom and shutting the door.

Sean scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he checks his breath as soon as he gets into his room. He smiles.

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Its been days, no, months since you and Daniel was urged by Jacob to this crazy church. You tried to oppose it, everything, how they're filling the kids head with all this prophet shit but for what you got in return is being thrown out. You remember shouting and kicking the front door for hours until you gave up, exhausted, both mentally and physically.

Almost like everything crashing down, you began sobbing, pathetically in front of a church. It wasn't just that it's been months you've been here, but the fact it's been months you've seen Sean. The fact he was in police custody now was still hitting you hard. First you remembered sleeping in the tent and the next Daniel is running to you, bleeding from his shoulder and crying about something wrong.

Next thing you know you're stuck here, the burden of looking after Daniel now harder with Sean no longer here to carry that burden with you. At this point Daniel might as well be your little brother. Suddenly you heard footsteps and you turn to see a woman instead of one of those cultists. Shes probably mid 30s, you're not sure, but you narrowed your brows at the awfully resemblance she had with Sean.

Okay now you're really starting to lose it.

"You okay?" She asked and after whatever conversation came, she was nice enough to offer you a place at the motel.

Even with the place to stay, you'd spend your everyday sitting outside the church. Shouting at them or trying to find a way in before getting kicked out again. All your attempts would have been comical if this wasn't really happening to you. Tired, you rest your back against the front door of the church.

Maybe you were desperate, who knows, you couldn't help but just mutter a little prayer.

Something between you and God himself.

Its honestly ridiculous how you're now doing something you never found yourself to be doing years back.

Ugh...

"Baby?" Your head perked up instantly at the familiar voice.

There he stood, a patch on his left eye and his long hair now a buzzcut. You mouthed a "what the fuck?" at what you thought is probably your hallucination of Sean. Not sure if this is the effects of your choice of choosing to spend your free time harassing a church under the hot sun.

Suddenly, he rushes over to you, not wasting a second to press his lips over yours. His hand placed firmly around the side of your neck while the other wrapped around your waist. Your body slowly gives in the moment you realise this was all real, it was too good to be true, how he even got away you could care less about.

He was here now and that's all that matters.

The kiss was messy, small gasps in between. No matter how many times he pulls back, he always pushes his lips back onto yours. Your taste acting as his source of life, as though he's hypnotised by it. After what felt like forever, he pulls back and looks at you, really look at you, both his hands holding the sides of your face.

"You're okay..." He muttered, his tone hinting the worry he had this whole time when away.

"Yeah..." You smiled as you leaned towards his palm.

You took him back to your motel, once you were both inside, you could properly explain the time of events that went down when he was gone. From the running away, surviving and whatever the hell happened here. By the time you were finished, he stays quiet beside you. You didn't push it. You knew this was a lot to process.

"Fuck.." He curses as he holds his face in his hands. Instinctively, you reached out to hold him in your embrace and his body obliges and let's you hold him.

He rests his head on your shoulder, the room quiet but you could feel how loud his mind was thinking of everything. Then he sighs, an attempt to distress and take it one at a time. Your hand traced circles on his arm, letting him take the time he needs to collect himself.

"I thought I won't be able to see you again." He said, reaching for your hand to hold it as his thumb rubs over it soothingly.

"Me too." You said. The amount of times you debated if you should head back to find him was stupid, but you knew you couldn't do it, not with Daniel being put at risk.

"How's your eye?" You questioned since you didn't recall Daniel mentioning anything about that. Sean sits up, letting you get a proper view of his patch.

"Hurts a little. Doctor says I'll never get my vision back" He said with a shrug.

"...but hey, at least I can still see you with this one" He smiled and the way he looked at you so fondly, it reminded you of the version of him before everything that went down in Seattle.

You blush, unable to help it but you tried to hide it by looking away.

"Don't—" You didn't finish your sentence but he knew what you wanted to say. His gaze now full of amusement.

The familiarity of the warm feeling he gets when teasing you, when you get so flustered that you just get mad. God he misses all of this.

"Too late" He murmurs, scooting closer to hold you by the chin to turn your head and make you look at him.

You were pissed, but in the way he always likes it.

He smirks, your expression just fueling his playfulness. Then he kisses you, soft and gentle, almost how he did the first time he kissed you. Then the kiss grew desperate and before you know it, he got up to lay you down onto the mattress to hover on top of you. You didn't fight it but rather kissed him back when he lowered himself to catch your lips in his.

His elbow was pressed on the cushion as support as his thumb stroke your cheek affectionately. Little whispers like "I love you" and "missed you" being said from him. The kiss was slow but passionate, no worries of being rushed and the reassurance that you were here with him in the present. His lips soon trailed from your mouth to your jaw, then your collarbone and whatever skin was exposed on your cleavage. You hooked your legs up and that's when you felt it.

Something hard pressing you between your thighs.

This wasn't the first. Certainly not the first. There have been countless times where you and Sean have made out and things got heated, but neither of you guys pushed it, but this time, this time it felt different. After almost losing each other, you realised the need was harder to restrain, and you could tell he felt the same way.

You could tell from the way he was rocking his hips against you every now and then, his hand digging into your hip, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to know he was trying to remove any space that ever existed between both your bodies. He didn't wanna say. He didn't wanted to be the one to ask for it. He looked at you, eyes pleading like a wounded wolf.

The last thing he'd want to do is force you to do something you weren't ready for.

And you knew, you knew from how destroyed he looked trying to compose himself that his hips were stuttering each time he grinded against you.

You grabbed his face to level him in front of yours.

"Do you wanna try it? We might never get the time again.." You asked and it was like you said the magic words. He nods, almost too fast that you couldn't help but chuckle a little.

"I wanna..." He nuzzles his head onto the warmness of your neck. He hesitates, almost embarrassed to say the rest of his sentence.

"What is it?" You said when he grew quiet.

"I wanna taste you... please..." He begged and the control you had over him now was immense.

"Okay baby" You said, granting him your permission and he whimpered in response, the thought itself already making him grow impatient.

He places long lingering kisses across your neck, the same time his hands moved to unbutton your jeans. When he has it completely off you and you were now left in your panties. He couldn't resist himself. He gently folds your legs up with his hands, his touch somehow burning your skin now that his face is leveled with your core.

He leans in, pressing his nose against the thin fabric and inhaled your smell deeply. The arousal was enough to make his head spin. With his thumb, he pushes the fabric aside to reveal how slick your pussy has gotten just from making out. He'd be lying if he said he didn't felt prideful at this moment.

Slowly, almost cautiously, he sticked his tongue out and licked the nerves across your slit. The feel of his warm tongue made your body flinch, your hand naturally extended to be placed on top of his. He noticed, and with his eyes glued to your face, he presses his mouth completely against you, swallowing and sucking your clit so delicately.

"Y-Yes.." You huffed out, your eyes shut as you arched your back. You didn't even realise it but your body was eagerly pushing it all down onto his mouth.

And he didn't mind it.

Instead, it just encouraged him even more.

He pulls back, wetting his two fingers completely with his saliva before slowly inserting it inside of you. The moment he curls them and starts to pumping the two digits in and out of you in a rhythmic pace. You could've sworn that you were seeing stars. With the feeling of his hands and tongue working on your pussy, it made it hard for you control your voice.

It wasn't that you wanted to alert the people from the other rooms, but he wasn't considering on caring about that part.

He looks up at you, his eyes examining every expression you made. Your mouth agape and brows narrowed from the pleasure made him worship you even more. This wasn't just about fulfilling his desires, it was about him showing how much he had missed you during those months locked away in that hospital. How much he loves you and how many nights he had dreamed of your touch.

Suddenly he felt your insides begin to twitch and your thighs shaking. You were close and he could tell. He hums softly, his head moving ever faster to help you chase your high. Your moans acting as his indicator on how near you were to breaking apart under his touch.

"I— I'm close...! Mmh!" You whined and his fingers pumped deeper.

"Let go baby, just let go for me like a good girl" He said, placing a quick kiss on your inner thigh before continuing his abuse on your clit.

With his words ringing in your head, your voice pitching higher from each stroke of his tongue. The room was now shamelessly filled with the lewd sounds of his rapid slurping and your pussy being fingered. You groaned with a loud moan following up when it finally hit you, your orgasm washing over your body like forest fire.

Overwhelmed, your body tried to scoot away but he grunted, using his arm to press you down to savour the prize of his work. You whimpered, helplessly as he swallowed the last drop of your orgasm. With your mind focused on steadying yourself after the intensity, you failed to notice the sounds of him taking off his clothes.

It was when he held your face that you finally acknowledged his presence. He kisses you on the forehead, long enough to make your chest all fuzzy inside. When he pulls back, he looks down at you with a soft smile. His eyes nothing but pure adoration towards you.

Even with the sweet moment, you couldn't contain yourself, not with the fact you could feel his erection just resting against the sensitive spot between your legs.

"Please.." You begged which made you ever more irresistible to him. He chuckles, tucking your hair behind your hair to get a better look of your impatience.

"One at a time cariño" He held your hand to place a quick peck on your knuckles.

Not long after, he reaches for your legs to push them up against your chest, patting gently on the side of your thighs to tell you to keep it up for him. And you did just that which earned a "good girl" from him. You watched as he adjusted himself, how everytime the bed dipped under his weight somehow making you more excited.

Soon he aligns himself to your entrance. He swallows hard, if you were close enough, you could've been hearing his heartbeat beating hard against his ribcage. The moment he lock eyes with you, the anticipation in your eyes, the trust you had in him, he sighs, completely in love. He grabs your hand and decided to have it placed against his chest, letting you feel him.

Slowly, he pushes himself inside, every inch deliberate and gentle for you. His hands had moved to rub your hips tenderly as he cooed you through the process. Even though he was aroused with everything happening now, he wouldn't risk hurting you. A soft breath escapes from his lips when he sinks deeper and deeper inside you while you threw your head back to the pillow from how full he was making you feel.

Your body taking him like you were made for him.

Your hand rest on his shoulders and it was beginning to be hard for you to keep your eyes open. But the way he looked so dreamy trying to be gentle with you made the view hard to look away. When his pelvis was finally pressed against yours, he chokes on his own moan as his eyes fluttered shut.

"Is it good?" You said, dazed from the feeling.

"So good" He breathes out, voice shaky, almost like he's being broken apart.

"God... so— so good" He chuckles, lowering himself to kiss you on the lips.

You squeak when you felt him start to move his hips, slow but deep enough to make your back arch towards his chest. He smiles into the kiss, his hands tugging you to take off your shirt and your bra. Once the fabric slips off, he was fast to take your breast in his mouth, he traced his tongue around it which stimulated you further.

"Tan buena para mi... mi vida..." He whispers, softly against your bare skin.

With your body fully adjusted to his, he began picking up the pace. Each thrust hard enough to make your moans drown out the sounds of the bed creaking. He keeps his forehead close to yours when he started to move faster, breath mingling with short gasps and soft moans that it made you even more needy.

You rolled your hips against him and he places his hand firmly on your back to provide support to help you match it to the pace of his thrusts. The bed creaking louder now with the increased friction. He watches your face, the flush on your cheeks and the way your lips part. It made his body shiver that he couldn't help but nuzzle his head onto your neck.

"Te amo..." He whispered, his accent coming out so naturally with his mind overtaken by the heat growing between both bodies.

That's when he felt it.

You were squeezing him even more than before. He let's out a low whimper as his body jolts. You were close and so was he. Suddenly he shifts his hand to grip the headboard and you yelp when he began to thrust himself into you harder and faster than ever. At this point the two of you were loud enough for the whole motel to hear.

"There— mmh!" You bit on your bottom lip when he was hitting all the right spots.

The sensation was undeniably good that it was a struggle to keep your legs up, the second your legs fell, his hand was fast to hold it back up. He presses his lips back on yours, your teeth and tongue clashing into each other that he didn't care about your saliva getting all over his lips.

With the knot tightening in your stomach and his hips stuttering, he buries his face onto your chest as he repeatedly utters "te amo" until his voice chokes out. The pleasure hits you both hard. Your hands digging into his back while his groan is muffled by your skin. You could feel the way he was spasming inside, coating your walls full of him that you whined at the warmth.

Using whatever strength he has left, he thrusts a few more times to ride out the pleasure before going still. The room now just sounds of heavy breathing. Without letting another second pass by, he wraps his arms securely around your body to hold you tight, almost afraid you'd evaporate if he didn't. Slowly he lifts his head up to place comforting kisses on your cheek.

"Did you like it?" He asked as if the answer wasn't obvious enough.

"Yes" You giggled and he smiles, pleased by your reaction.

Eventually, the two of you cuddled up on the bed after the intensity of everything. He holds you in his arms while he watches you doze off. With his free hand, he couldn't help but trace his hands across the features on your face, admiring you like the first time but never the last. He rests his chin on your head, letting you sleep against his chest as he inhaled the smell of your hair.

♬⋆.˚ i imagine you hang out with his friends and more specifically lyla and that's how you met sean. sean sees you talking to lyla and just kind of freezes, after you leave he starts asking lyla all kinds of questions about you. "you know them? how do you know them? when did you meet? what are they into?"

♬⋆.˚ he eventually convinces lyla to invite you to one of their hang outs and you guys have a blast. their duo becomes your trio! sometimes they whisper about you when you either leave the room or your back is turned which.... 😭😭 but it's never anything mean, it's mostly lyla going "dude, stop being so fucking weird!" or "are you gonna talk to them or just stare the whole time?" he shushes her and insists he's gonna talk to you (he doesnt)

♬⋆.˚ one night, you and lyla finally manage to drag him to a party. lyla goes off and starts talking to her other friends and sean just kind of sticks by you. you guys have a couple beers and split a joint outside, talking about nothing and everything in the cool October air. He's mostly just listening, small 'mhm's and 'oh yeah's mumble out of his mouth occasionally. you can't tell if he's really listening or just zoning out to the sound of your voice. he is actually listening, he just doesn't want to interrupt your flow. at some point, you get tired of talking and you sit in heavy silence, passing the weed back and forth between you guys. you're both just in your own heads, thinking about each other. you take a deep breath and just decide to say it, "do you like me?" you said it so casually he almost didn't realize what you meant. he straightens himself in the chair with wide eyes. he stumbles on his words trying to explain, "well i- i uhm... what?" he lets out a pained laugh, looking like he wants to be anywhere but here. "Do you like me?" you'd repeat for him. "it's really fine if you don't, i just.... i don't know, it felt like you liked me too." he just kind of stares at you for a second, "you like me?" he clarifies. "i wouldn't have asked if i didn't." then he smiles, wide and bright like he just won a million dollars. "oh uhh. yeah, yes i do." he grins, looking between his lap and you. now you're both smiling.

♬⋆.˚ ugh he's so awkward and shy at the start of your relationship. he's incredibly hesitant to show any affection with you. he'll side hug you and hold your hand (even when your hands get sweaty, he won't let go until you do). He never really kisses you in public at the beginning but once you guys have gotten more comfortable with each other, he'll give you small pecks. he'd never full on makeout with you in public, he hates couple who do that and he refuses to be one of them

♬⋆.˚ he really likes dates where there's no pressure for him to talk; movies and concerts mainly. he likes movies dates bc its dark and he can just look at you without you noticing, you're focused on the movie anyway, but he loves concert dates. the music, the excitement, jumping and dancing around with you as you both scream the lyrics, what's not to love!

♬⋆.˚ his family knew you before you got together, his dad and daniel both love you! daniel especially liked you, he is always interrupting your alone time. he admires you a lot and is constantly asking you questions. "do you like minecraft? do you like to draw? Can you play with me, sean never does." you always cave and play with daniel while sean lowkey sulks and pouts the whole time (we all saw how he acted in the beginning of episode three when esteban started lecturing him.)

♬⋆.˚ Sleepovers when youre at your house are kinda awkward, he doesnt really know how to act around your family even if theyre really welcoming. He always wakes up before you and if you're at your house he'll just stay in your room (hes scared hell run into a family member and have to make weird small talk) but when you have sleepovers at the diaz house its really fun. Esteban lets you guys close the door and have your alone time, he trusts you guys. daniel on the other hand does not appreciate the privacy his dad has granted you, he's knocking on the door, asking if you guys wanted to watch a movie or telling you dinner is ready or that its time for dessert or just talking about how "dad said i could hang out with you guys". if you watch a movie with him he falls asleep in the middle of it and lays his head on your shoulder (AWW). the next morning when you and Sean are laying in bed, just enjoying each other's embrace daniel will literally burst through the door to tell you breakfast is ready. Sean tell him to get out, he does not. Esteban totally doesn't condone that... nooooo way!!! (yes he does) (he thinks its hilarious and hes constantly teasing you guys)

♬⋆.˚ Daniel likes making you drawing and little gifts, always making sure you never go home empty handed. Sean also makes drawings and little gifts but he never gives them to you unless you beg. He gets really smiley when you compliment his art, if you compliment him enough he'll start to give you drawings a lot more often. I can totally imagine him drawing on birthday cards and in your notebooks. He also draws on you! It also gives him an excuse to touch you so you become his new favorite canvas.

♬⋆.˚ He tried to teach you ride a skateboard if you don't already know, he thinks its pretty cute when you fail a trick and get a little frustrated.

♬⋆.˚ He talks to you in Spanish sometimes specifically if you dont speak it, usually when you're alone and in bed. It's easier for him to express what hes feeling for you that way. If you do speak he'll still confess to you in Spanish, but it's when youre asleep.

♬⋆.˚ Lowkey a bad influence (everybody boo sean!) If you don't already smoke he encourages you to try, cigarettes or weed.... honestly both. Hes always holding the joint to your lips and telling you to take one more hit before he puts it out. He just likes when you guys are too spaced out to be worried about anything. You guys are totally making out when you're high!!! The sweet spot at his house is right after school when esteban is at work and daniel is at his after school program, you get an hour home alone, use it wisely!

♬⋆.˚ He smells very clean, I don't think he uses or buys any cologne or scented soaps, as long as hes clean and wearing deodorant hes alright with it. But if you gift him a cologne he definitely wears it on dates, when you point out how hes wearing it while hugging hello he gets a little flustered and smiles shyly, thanking you again for the gift.

♬⋆.˚ He has really bad abandonment issues. Which neither of you register until your first big fight. You guys never really argue but when you do its pretty bad. After it sits in for a while, sean cries. When you dont speak the next day hes suddenly imagining you leaving and being happier without him like his mom and he panics. He checks his phone to see if you called, you didn't. He checks your socials to see if you posted, you didn't. He feels like he cant breath, so he caves and calls you. He tried to the fact that he had been crying but you can tell. His voice was thick and he kept swallowing harshly. "I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry, I don't wanna lose you over something so stupid and pointless." Your heart breaks at his words. "You're not gonna lose me, ever." You'd tell him. "I promise im still here. Please lets just meet up and we'll talk."

♬⋆.˚ you guys constantly have those "you choose" "nah you can pick" fights when it comes to getting food or watching movies, he genuinely cant think of anything when you decide to redirect the question and him so its just back and forth for a while.

♬⋆.˚ hes so good with kids even tho he's kind of awkward around them. He says he doesn't like kids, and he uses daniel as an excuse but if you have any younger siblings or cousins they're just all over him. Great babysitter honestly

Oh these are so fun to make im definitely doing more🥹 okay bye guys, heart emoji!

"Bestia." You breathe out, grasping his hips as he settles on top of you. [Beast. (An exclamation)]

He takes a position of control on top of you, that black eye imposing. His reputation makes him all the more dangerous, "el Intocable": an honest repairman who just wants to live, but with a weapon, his bloodhound, who'll make sure of that, who he's not afraid to unleash. [the untouchable]

He smirks, flashing his canines, but his useless canines and the scar on his cheek warping with the dimpling of his face make his smile all the lovelier.

He's still a boss, past his niceties, and perched on top of you, you are truly under his mercy.

"So?" Sean fixes your hands, hooking them behind his back, wrapped around your waist. "¿Qué vas a hacer con el jefe on your lap?" [What are you going to do with the boss on your lap?]

You sure are lucky to be the one guy around town who speaks English.

"Mis intenciones..." You say, rubbing your thumbs over his clothes back, "no creo que las entiendas." [My intentions...I don't think you'd understand them.]

"¿Me subestimas?" Sean raises a brow, pressing down against your chest, keeping you down. [You underestimate me?]

You press a hand against his, bring it up to your lips and kiss. Sean rolls his eye, in turn. "No, jamás. ¿Pero sin tu perro guardian, quién eres?" [No, never. But without your guarding dog, who are you?]

"Daniel is not a dog." He narrows his eyes at you, but he's really not that peeved, you're sure.

You trust him not to be, anyway, as you flip the two of you over. Sean goes down without a fight, his smile rebirthed wider, his legs wrapped around your waist.

"No." You agree, leaning down to kiss his neck. Sean moans, dragged out and low, an ohh you will be dreaming about for days to come. "No, he is not."

"Pero aún, tú, jefe, solito eres un hombre común. Con un gran," You begin kissing down his neck, over the skin exposed by his half-unbuttoned shirt he'd used to bait and reel you in, "gran arsenal de herramientas tan útiles como son peligrosas, que hoy tampoco tienes." [But still, you, boss, are a common man alone. With a big, big arsenal of tools as useful as they are dangerous, which you don't have today either.]

"I'm not afraid of using my fists." Sean declares, but he doesn't anyway. His hand, instead, tangles in your hair.

"I'm sure you're not." You agree, sitting up to press yourself against his ass. "But would you try it?"

Sean scoots up and you, forward until he is perched atop the pillows and you see eye to eye. Despite this new equivalence, no, no he would not.

With you on top of him, you're just like another car he's used to be underneath of.

With no retort to think of, Sean breathes out a "Ya callate." and pulls you in. [Shut up already.]

You kiss. It's hot and needy and yet extremely meticulous. Your tongue licks against his one moment, then the next your lips meet in a dance, each second one of harmony and reciprocation.

You grind into him, making him let out a moan which you swallow gratefully.

You are sure glad you can touch Sean Diaz, el Intocable, because he is a delight to kiss, to touch, and to take.

You're so glad, your clothes even seem to fly off.

Of course, Sean is the culprit, but you're all too happy to tear his off as well. Buttons fly off too, but el jefe is more of a t-shirt guy anyway.

Sean can barely get your pant buttons off before you're grinding into him once more. Your tight jeans leave nothing to the imagination, and he delights in pressing his ankles into your beefy asscheeks, though he'll say he has another purpose.

"Hey!" You laugh, miraculously finding willpower to halt your kiss.

"Apúrate." Sean commands, furiously pushing down your tight jeans. They're eye candy in a literal sense, sticking to your skin like a vice. He had liked them earlier, but now? [Hurry up.]

You laugh, at his struggle, at how he stops trying the moment he can pull your boxers down.

You do the same for him, and Sean sighs like a weight has been lifted off his cock. "¿Todo bien, jefe?" [All good, boss?]

"Todo bien." Sean laughs. He shifts, throwing back his legs to expose his hole to you. "¿Y tu?" [All good. And you?]

"Peachy." The way you lick your lips makes Sean's chest burn with desire.

He tosses you a bottle of lube from underneath the pallets, a spot you haven't memorized yet. You catch it and wiggles your eyebrows at him. He rolls his eyes.

"Impressive."

"Gracias."

Sarcasm is cut out when you press a finger into him. Sean sighs out, threading his fingers through your hair again.

El Intocable. You lean in and take his lips in yours again. Tocado. Jaja, suena como un puto juego de la queda. [The Untouchable. Touched. Haha, sounds like a fucking game of tag.]

Sean's not untouchable, just troubled, discrete, distrustful. With what he's told you of his past, it's okay that he is.

Really, you're just glad he let his walls down enough for you. Enough for him to let his guard down, enough for him to fall in love, enough for you to press three fingers into him without complaint.

"Ay mierda." Sean winces. [Oh, shit.]

Or maybe with some complaint.

"Estas–?" [Are you–?]

"Don't ask me if I'm okay." His hand slides from your hair to your cheek. He takes in your face, taking in the amusement in your smile and your raised eyebrows. "Okay, nevermind, asshole."

"¿Qué? I was really going to ask you if you were okay." You snickered. [What?]

"Yeah, and I don't need supernatural empathy to know that you weren't really concerned."

"Snarky." You mutter like a curse under your breath, poking his prostate just to hear him whimper out and come back at him.

It's the shock that makes him yelp. "Hijo de puta!" [Son of a bitch.]

You don't need supernatural sight to see the way his toes curled, but you're better than that. You don't say it.

"Oh, shut up." He says anyway.

And you do, willingly, if only to kiss him.

Sean takes that opportunity, though, wrapping his leg around you and pulling some kind of wrestler move you weren't aware he knew how to do to surmount your body. He sits on top of you now, like he had earlier, a triumphant smirk on his face as if he's summited Everest itself.

"Sean."

He wants you in him first before replying, if only to make you a fool. He slides down onto your cock well, easily—not his first, not his last.

"Yeah?"

You should curse him, for his teasing smirk, for his amusement at your expense; but you don't.

You only laugh, grasping his hips.

"¿De qué te ries?" Sean rolls his hips. He's good, and he knows it. He wants to have control over you, and you know it. [What are you laughing at?]

You can't let him, but fuck is his movement addicting. Mesmerizing to the eye and the cock. "Nothing, just...you know."

Sean raises a brow. "I know?"

He leans down, like a cat, stretching his body out over you and yet still keeping his spot atop you. His chest doesn't touch yours.

Sean may look scrawny, but he's a mechanic, used to doing the heavy lifting and getting down and dirty. This is light work for him.

That's what makes it so hot. The way he's fucking himself on your cock, the way he likes it and he's not afraid to show it, because you can feel him clench around you.

"You know." You begin, staring into his mismatched eyes. "Hot, handsome, bonito."

"You're certainly enjoying yourself." Sean's lips ghost over yours, just barely giving you anything, before he pulls back and puts more work into it. He puts his hands on your grease-stained pants for leverage.

With a sudden urge to hold him, you trail your hand up his body, and he watches it. He watches it follow his happy trail, draw a circle around his belly button, and trace up the rolls of his torso and in between his pecs. It settles on one side of his jaw, and he bites playfully at it.

"It's easy to enjoy myself, contigo." [with you.]

Sean laughs. "Sap."

He thinks you're compliant, and it excites him. Finally, he's got you wrapped around his little finger. He stares down at you, black eye intense, brown eye fixed, but both amused.

He thinks this game is over, that you're content with him riding you.

You can't deny he feels good. You can't deny the pleasure-shock feeling that makes you feel like you're swimming in air, but you can say that it'd be a lot more fun with a fight.

You sit up a little, then more, until you're face to face with him. Then your lips are on his neck, distracting, just like he'd done for you, once.

Except you have the grace of letting him enjoy it for more than a second. You kiss his neck, open-mouthed and wet, and he moans breathily.

He wraps his arms around your neck, breathes quickening into a pant. Perfect.

When you push him down, in a panic, his legs wrap around you too. "Babe?"

It's your turn to grin down at him now. "¿Sí?"

He looks an utter mess on this other end of the bed, no pillow to support his head, shock written on his face; and you love that you're the cause of it.

"Agh, perro que eres." Sean groans. [Agh, you dog.]

That was an emotional groan. The one you pull from his lips when you start thrusting into him? That one's from pleasure.

"¿Perro que soy? ¿Se lo dices al hombre que te jode?" You hum, to which he rolls his eyes. [Dog? You're saying that to the man that fucks you?]

"Callate." Sean says, for the second time today. [Shut up.]

You're too busy riding the high of surmounting him to care, that and the way he feels.

This is more fun, to have control, to be the one making him feel good. It's more becoming of him anyway, to be a pillow princess. El jefe mafioso solo da los ordenes, no? [The mafia boss only gives orders, right?]

When his eyes close, you know he concedes; but he meets your thrusts anyway with a movement of his own, too prideful not to.

"Ay, baby." Sean sighs when you begin kissing his neck again.

It isn't too much, it's just right, how you fuck into him: not fast and senseless like feral man in heat, but slow and steady and fully.

It's constant, right into him, right into his sweet spot. He tightens his legs around you.

His Spanish slips away as Sean succumbs to the comfort of his first language. "It's so good, baby."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, oh fuck." He moans, hand tangling in your hair. His nails dig slightly into your scalp with a painful scratch, but it isn't much to complain about.

It only shows you he's lost in his pleasure.

He laughs, suddenly, trying to make fun of you. "You fuck like you're in heat."

"¿Qué quieres decir con eso?" You raise a brow, but Sean just keeps laughing. [What do you mean by that?]

"Nothing...just, you know."

You've met the Wolf. Of course you have. But that doesn't make his glare any less harsh.

He's no dog, but he's no wolf, either, just an overprotective little brother. He's special, sure; got supernatural powers he doesn't flaunt–Sean pointedly told you anymore–but doesn't hide them either.

You have a feeling the kid doesn't like you. It's probably because Sean is the only thing Daniel has and, in his eyes, you're "stealing" Sean away from him.

Sean laughs at something you just said, bumping his hip into yours in retaliation and making you stumble.

You laugh too, and knock him back in retaliation when you slide back into place by the faucet, cleaning dishes with him.

It's domestic, making each other laugh over little things, washing dishes for three.

Eventually, you're drying up the dishes with a towel, handing them over to Sean to put back in place.

You think it a comfortable silence between Sean, his vigilant little brother and you until the kid speaks up.

"You're not my dad–I mean, a brother-in-law!" He says, an embarrassed flush already settling on his cheeks at the mix up. He stands tense and rigid, fist on the table.

You stare at him with shock first, eyebrows raised and frozen in place. Then, you shake your head with a small laugh you hope doesn't offend him. "Yeah, I know, kid."

He does take it as offense. "Hey, don't call me kid! What'd I just say?"

Sean can't hide his laugh either, but he's back to the man that raised him soon enough. "That's enough, Daniel." He says, voice stern, "We'll talk about this later, kay?"

Daniel groans, turning heel quickly.

"Hey, don't get mad! I'm sorry, we should've talked about this earlier, but we will! I promise!" Sean calls after him as he walks off, and though it doesn't stop him in his tracks, he's at least heard it.

"He thinks of you like a dad." You note, handing him the next dish.

"It's..." Sean smiles, a small thing you just barely notice as he turns back to you. "Yeah, it feels good. Wholesome."

"Proud?" You add.

"Yeah." When Sean comes back to you for the next plate, he gives you a little peck.

El Intocable te tiene enganchado, because you chase after his lips, even though it was just an innocent thing. He holds you back, though, by the chin.

"Suppose that makes you the evil stepdad." He grins.

On the bus, you found yourself seated next to none other than Sean Diaz, he had been tutoring you Spanish since the start of the month. How it even happened was that you were struggling in class and he just happened to approach you to offer to tutor you. Maybe your stress was radiating off too much in the classroom but still.

It was odd. Definitely odd.

Because you guys weren't THAT close.

You two have only talked a couple of times but nothing deeper than that. Like the time you accidentally bumped into him in the crowded hallway, how he helped you to get your drink since it was too far out of your reach and the time you asked to burrow a piece of paper.

But that's just interactions.

Its a whole different story when it's glances.

You'd always catch him staring at you, even when he's running track he'd seize the chance to at least get a look of you from across the field. You might be pushing it but once during lunch break, you sat with your friends and was busy chatting about some random topic until you locked eyes with him.

He was sitting by the table that just happened to be in your viewpoint. You caught him looking at you, his head supported by the palm of his hand that all you could make out was his eyes. Discreetly, he shifted his attention back to his friend, trying to play it off like he was just simply looking at something else behind you.

Odd. That's the word to describe it.

The bus stops and Sean got up. Instead of walking off, he stands and wait for you to get up, letting you walk ahead of him so he could look after you. With the two of you walking side by side on the pavements, you watch the bus drive off with your mind occupied.

At first you figured he had a crush on you, but now you might have a crush on him. Ironic huh?

Maybe it's the little things he does for you that makes you feel seen.

Or how he was always so nice to you.

Or maybe it was the way he was so understanding with you even when you weren't doing well.

"Careful" He places a firm but gentle hand on your shoulder when you almost tripped on a bump.

Your body tenses as you stopped yourself in time.

"Thanks" You said, a bit embarrassed at how you were too deep in your head to look at the path ahead of you.

He doesn't say anything but shoot you a warm smile.

Sooner or later you guys make it to his house. The moment you step foot inside, you could hear his little brother playing around in his own room. Then you turned to see his dad looking through the bills on the kitchen top. When he sees you, he grins, your constant visit to their house has made him pretty much familiar with you by now.

"¿Cómo te fue hoy en la escuela?" He asked and you bit your bottom lip, regretting the fact that you told him you were being tutored Spanish.

Because now all he does is speak Spanish to you.

"Bueno" Was all you could muster up and he laughs wholeheartedly.

"Come on. Hey dad" Sean said to you before greeting his dad.

You didn't say anything further and simply followed him to the dining table where you guys settled your bags to take your books out. As you sat on the chair, Sean sat right next to you, making sure he was close enough to teach you everything. Even though it has been days of being tutored by Sean, you weren't making as much progress as you should.

Not when it was hard for you to focus properly.

He was close to you. Very close. So close that you were able to make out the texture of his skin. You could tell he took care of it because of the lack of acne scars left behind. Shamelessly, your eyes shifted to his lips, it was so plump for a guy. When you looked up, his eyes were already looking at yours.

"Did you get that?" He asked but you were too busy admiring his face to have listen to a single word he said.

"Oh yeah.." You ended up answering, well you could recall only a few words but that should be good enough right?

"Good" He smiled and tapped on the open book with the pen in his hand. You looked to see that he was waiting for you to answer the question.

(Question 1) Which verb conjugation is correct in this sentence?

"Ayer ella _____ una manzana."

A) comió

B) come

C) comerá

D) está comiendo

You stare at the paper, you're masking it but the inside of your head is sounding alarms right now. He definitely explained each of the multiple choice answers to you but you were too busy staring to even listen. Fuck... he mentioned something about come right? Might as well.

With your hand pointed at your choice of answer, you looked at him like a 6 year old kid would to their dad during math lessons. Sean tilts his head, his face remaining neutral. The suspense was intense until he suddenly shook his head. Fuck! Okay maybe it's C then.

"What does ayer mean?" He asked, stepping in before you make another wrong guess.

You definitely know this. But your doubts are eating you up that you can't answer. How you even passed your other Spanish test the past grades comes as a surprise now considering the position you're in. It's probably the long period of holidays that made you forget pretty much everything.

"... yesterday?" You said, uncertain yourself and he notices.

"Yes, and what did I say about the choices? Hm?" He scoots closer that your knees are now practically touching. You gulp.

Both at the touch and also because you didn't listen to a single thing he said.

"I..." You sigh. Honestly screw it, its not like you're talking to your Spanish teacher who's literally the spawn of Satan himself.

"Sorry I wasn't listening. I was busy thinking" You admitted, kinda anxious if he was gonna be disappointed at you. It's not like you were even paying him anything for spending his time on tutoring you.

"I know" He said and your neck nearly snapped from how fast you turned to look at him. You could see his lips twitch, struggling to conceal a smile.

"I just wanted to see how long you were gonna play pretend" He added and you could only stare at him in disbelief.

Now you just look like an idiot.

"Look... I noticed you haven't been focusing much" He pointed out, your declining performance too hard to oversee.

You panicked when you considered the fact that he's probably planning to stop tutoring you. To be fair why should he when you're not even committed to learning? It's pathetic to say, but you really didn't wanna lose the moments you'd always share with him after school.

"I'm sorry. There's just been a lot of things on my mind and if you don't wanna tutor me anymore—" The moment you mentioned that, Sean's eyes dilated, startled you'd even think of that.

"Ohnononono I'm not gonna drop you. I wanted to say—" He goes quiet when your focus was fully on him now.

He gulps, not realising how scary this moment would be.

No matter how many times he has practiced in front of the mirror.

All that rehearsing now pointless now that you're in front of him.

"I really like spending time with you. Like a lot. You're so pretty—" He stops himself short again when he realises your brows were narrowed from attempting to make out the message he was trying to convey.

Was he mad at you? Or is he trying to be gentle with the lecturing?

Lost, he cringes at himself and looked away with his eyes shut. You don't know what he's thinking to himself right now but you could tell he was nervous from the way his chest rises and fall. He sighs before turning back to face you again. His eyes now open and his hands reaching for yours, his warm fingers interlocking with yours.

"Me gustas mucho... y creo que estoy enamorándome de ti" He said, his tongue fluent and his demeanor more confident now.

Your eyes widened when you could make out the words "me gustas mucho". All the time of being forced to watch soap operas finally worth it. So... that means he DOES like you, just like how much you like him back. He clears his throat. Sensing that you finally understood what he was trying to say, he chuckles.

"I've been thinking about this for weeks… and I didn't know how to tell you but... I wanted to ask you out... would you go on a date with me?" He asked, finally gaining the strength to ask you and you bat your lashes at him.

"Yes" The words jumping out of your mouth faster than you could even think over the offer.

He stares at you, surprised you even said yes. He didn't think you'd actually say yes. He just felt like he was someone out of your league. Suddenly his dad coughs very loud from the bathroom, doing the usual father gurgling noises in the shower that it made you two laugh.

"How long have you liked me?" You asked because you had to admit, your chest was fluttering full of butterflies right now.

"Since I first saw you? I know it's weird..." He rub the back of his neck awkwardly and you couldn't help but blush a little.

"I saw you were having a hard time so I thought I'd take the chance to help you out" He said, his hands giving yours an affectionate squeeze and you squeeze back.

"I'm glad you did" You said and he smiled at your statement.

"Good... but now..." He picks up the pen and taps it back on the open book.

The very same question you're still stuck on.

You let out a tired groan and he simply chuckles at your behaviour.

For the rest of the afternoon, it was easier for you to learn and make progress on the subject now that you felt at ease enough around you. He watched as you answer the questions, one hand resting over the back of your chair and the other on the table.

Approval on his face as he nods to every correct answer you gave. And even when you made a mistake, he was patient with you. Just grabbing your hand and guiding it to the right answer instead.

"Good job" He smiled with his hand tucking the strand of hair behind your ear. You looked at him, satisfied with everything.

It was late evening, the sun painted the earth a beautiful orange that you couldn't help but choose to lay inside the tent. And you weren't alone. Sean was next to you. He was sitting up with his hand doodling something on his notebook, a lit cigarette hanging right between his lips.

You didn't say anything but just stare at him. You weren't much of a smoker but after everything that went down. It's now nothing but just a stick of ecstasy. To be honest you've seen and dealt with worse. This is nothing that's gonna ruin your life.

Though seeing the person you grew up with now entirely different but somehow the same was mind boggling.

Suddenly Sean looks down at you and he smiles, taking a drag from his cig before laying down to face you, his elbow supporting his upper body. He hands you his notebook and you take to see what he drew. You laugh when it was you with bunny ears.

Of course he and his brother are wolves, yet you're the bunny in the stories he told.

"You like it?" He said and you nodded before handing the notebook back to him to place aside.

Now his attention was focused on you.

He takes another drag and tilt his head the other way to avoid blowing the smoke on your face.

Guilty enough, since the day you caught him smoking, you've always wanted to try it. It's probably just you being easily influenced or that he makes it look so good that you just want a taste of it. Because now everytime you smell the hint of nicotine, your mind instantly thought of him.

It was embarrassing how obsessed you were of him.

"What are you thinking about? Hm?" He asked when he noticed the look on your face.

He knew you long enough to know whenever your mind was drifting off. You chuckle, a bit unsure if you should be entirely honest or make something up. But you knew him well, he wouldn't be the type to judge you.

"If I tell you, you won't make fun of me" You said and the corner of his lip twitched upwards.

"Depends on how bad it is" He said all cheeky which made you roll your eyes.

When you were gonna roll to the side to have him face your back. He laughed and quickly grabbed you by the arm and shoulder to roll you back to face him. He looks at you, mustering up the most regretful expression he could to gain your pity.

"I'm an ass. Forgive me?" He said and you let out a defeated sigh before nodding. He smiles.

"So what is it?" He asked, taking another drag of his cig while waiting for you to answer.

You watch him blow out the smoke under his breath and you looked away, now wondering if it's a good idea to ask, but hey, you guys literally went through hell on earth to get here.

You'll live.

"I wanna try smoking" You said and he stopped when he was just about to get another hit.

He looks at you, like really study you.

"You... you wanna try smoking?" He raises his brows with a amused grin and you could hear the teasing in his tone start to come.

"My sweet innocent bunny wants to smoke like the big bad wolf?" He coed as he cupped the side of your face, leaning in to smooch you on the cheek which make you roll your eyes.

"We're the same age dumbass" You said and he chuckles, he takes one last drag of his cigarette before handing it to you.

You adjusted yourself, letting your elbow balance your body to meet his level. Hesitant, you extended your hand to carefully take the lit cigarette from his hand and he watches you cautiously when you examined the thing that's now in between your fingers.

"Be gentle when you inhale" He advised and you nodded it.

You placed it between your lips and you could feel the wetness of the cig from being previously used by Sean. Even with this bad habit you're possibly gonna pick up, you couldn't help but find it romantic. You inhaled, gently, just like you're told but the taste was too strong that you ended up coughing.

Without wasting a second, almost he knew this was gonna happen, he handed you his bottle of water that has been sitting beside him. You coughed and handed him back the cigarette before pretty much drinking half of the water inside. You grunt softly, trying to clear your throat but the terrible taste of the cigarette was still in your mouth.

"That was bad..." You stated, a very visible frown on your face and Sean couldn't help but narrow his brows at your disappointment. You actually did better than his first time.

Then he had an idea.

He studies your face for a second before finally deciding to do it.

"You trust me baby?" He asked and you turn to look at him. You nod without question.

He take another hit of his cigarette and with the smoke in his mouth, he holds you gently by the face and guide you to his mouth. You follow without resistance. With your mouth pressed against his, he slowly exhales the smoke into yours. Even with the bitterness of it all, you could careless about it.

"Mm.." He hummed from the warmness in his chest before pressing his lips harder against yours.

And that ignited something in you.

Almost like it's second nature, you placed your hand over his and kissed him passionately. He chuckles into your mouth before cutting short into a whimper, his body growing weak when letting you suck on his tongue to taste the nicotine. You coughed, just a bit but it didn't bother him at all.

Instead he grabs you by the waist and lay you down to get on top of you. Pulling back, he takes the last drag of his now finished cig before putting it out on the ashtray. You smile when he catches your lips back in his again. With your arms wrapped around his neck, his hands held your face securely in his palms.

"Mi vida..." He uttered as he devoured the taste of your saliva.

Your mouth now contaminated of him and the cigarette smoke. And what excited him even more was that you didn't mind it all. It was like you were allowing him to corrupt your body and it made him feel even more helplessly in love with you.

In his eyes you really was his innocent bunny.

By the time he ran out of the smoke, he pulls back, both your chests heaving and lips swollen from the long minutes of making out. If there was no smoking involved, this would have continued on for another hour. He smiles, adoringly down at you before carefully resting his body weight atop yours.

His head on your chest while he took your hands to place them on his back. You chuckle as you do so and start caressing his back like he always loves it. He nuzzles his head affectionately against you which had you run your hand through his hair, then placing a firm kiss on his temple.

"Can I say something?" He asked, with his face pressed against you, it made his voice low like a tired kid after a day of playing in the backyard.

"Yeah" You look down at him, studying his face. His focus on rubbing the texture of the skin on your arm.

"If you ever wanna smoke... please just use me..." He uttered the last part almost like he was afraid anyone would hear.

You chuckle. Not being able to resist it. Not when he's being this selfish with having you using him as your personal bong. How he would be upset to see you actually use an actual cigarette instead of just calling him.

"I will baby" You said and he smiles, closing his eyes to relax and listen to your heartbeat.

You don't say anything further but just twirl your finger around the wavy locks of his hair.

It was another day as usual, lot of work to do but not enough time to finish it all. It didn't help either with the fact you have strict parents who are constantly nagging at you to excel better in your academics. As you were at your desk doing your work, that's when you got a message from Sean.

Your boyfriend of 3 years.

"Come over? Haven't seen you in days :(" He texted with another follow-up message.

"Miss you *kissy emojis*"

You smiled, hands already moving to type a response.

"On my way"

As you grabbed your bag, you made sure to check if your parents weren't around to see you sneak off to find your boyfriend. Who by the way is unknown to your parents because if they found out you were dating. They're gonna try to point the blame on him as to why you're not doing well in your studies.

Shockingly enough, his house wasn't that far from yours. It was just a couple of minute walk until you're standing at the front door of his house. You knocked and you could hear Daniel shouting "Is that [name]?" from inside and Sean shushing him to stay quiet. Soon the door opened and it revealed Sean wearing a casual grey t-shirt with his hair a bit messy. You squint hard enough to see theres... flour on the ends?

"Hey—"

"[Name]!" Daniel pushes past Sean to hug you and you laugh as you hugged him back by crouching down, finding it funny how this kid was completely covered in flour instead.

"Dude...! I thought you were busy making the cookies" Sean complained, acting like that was the actual reason why he was annoyed.

"You guys are making cookies?" You asked which made Daniel beam with excitement.

"Yeah! Come on!" Daniel dragged you in, earning an annoyed sigh from Sean who closes the door behind you.

His idea of a hangout between just the two of you not exactly working out.

As you're taken to the counter, the state of the kitchen was definitely a mess. Flour almost on every surface and a cracked egg dripping on the side for some reason. Sean's phone laid on the other end, showing the baking instructions but with the flour already covering half the screen, it was hard to make out the next step.

Is this flour heaven?

"Do you even know what you're doing?" Sean asked Daniel who whisked away without a care in the world.

"Yeah, you just put the eggs in" Daniel stated but the egg slips from his hand which causes it to fall to the ground.

"Oh uhh—"

"Daniel!"

"Hey it's fine I'll just clean it up" You said, already reaching for the napkin.

As you crouched down, busy with wiping away the egg spill. Sean shoot Daniel a glare to which Daniel grimace, feeling guilty for the mess you have to clean up. Quickly, Sean went to grab a napkin to join you on the floor.

"Sorry about him. It was supposed to be just you but he wouldn't shut up" Sean complained which made Daniel shout "I hear you!" by the counter but Sean simply ignored him, letting an annoyed grunt instead.

"It's fine, I don't mind" You said and used your clean hand to wipe the one streak of flour from his jaw. He notices and couldn't help but get flustered a little.

"Yeah well... I mind" Sean pouts and his reaction made you chuckle, finding it adorable.

"Hahah! Loser!" Daniel laughs with his hand making out an L at Sean who glares at him, clearly wanting to at least grab the kid but he knew he couldn't in front of you.

"Well we should probably help him before he destroys the entire kitchen" You suggested and Sean rolls his eyes at the thought of it.

Of course he would.

For the next couple of hours, the three of you spent it by trying to bake the cookies. It was definitely a mess as Daniel was just tossing all the chocolate chips he could at any opportunity presented to him. While you were mixing all the dry ingredients, Sean stood behind you, wrapping his arms your waist as he rests his head on your shoulder.

With his warm body pressed against your back, you couldn't help but notice his smell. It was hard to put words to it. It just smelled like him, like that natural boy scent. The type that you are addicted to whenever you guys cuddle on his bed. Suddenly he starts placing kisses across your neck and it made you giggle, the sound you were making made Sean chuckle softly as well.

"Hey get a room you two!" Daniel gagged, clearly disgusted.

"Shut up Daniel" Sean remarked which made Daniel stick his tongue out at him.

After a while, the cookies are placed in the oven and Daniel decided to take a shower, fearful of his dad getting mad at him. Also because the moment Sean suggested cleaning up the kitchen, he had already stormed off. Well what did you expected from a kid his age?

"Stupid brat" Sean curses under his breath, cleaning the one cracked egg on the side while you were busy wiping the flour clean.

"To be fair, nobody likes cleaning" You said and Sean was annoyed you were trying to make excuses for his little brother. You always do.

"He made this mess. He should clean it" Sean uttered to himself like an angry child. You shake your head with a defeated smile.

After making sure your hands are clean, you head over to grab Sean gently by the face to get him to look at you. There he was. Brows narrowed and face all grumpy like an upset wolf. But not at you, never at you. With his face held both sides by your warm palms, he looks at the ground, too embarrassed to even look at you when you're looking at him with this much love in your eyes.

"I... Can we..." He was stumbling over his words, not sure what he was trying to say in the first place.

Then the over dings, thats when your focus shifted. You went over to open the oven and Sean crouched beside you to see the results of their hardwork. Obviously the ones Daniel made look like dookie but the rest was appetising to say the least. You watch as Sean took it out with the mitts and placed it on the now cleaned kitchen counter to let it cool.

"Smells nice" Sean smiled, almost like he didn't think this was gonna be the end results.

But instead you felt unease, sure it looks good but eating it? Probably not. Shit now that you think about it. When was the last time you ate? You stared at the cookies, almost like you're just now realising food exists and it's something your body needs to consume to survive.

With your mind occupied, you failed to notice Sean who had looked over at you with the same smile on his face. But it drops the moment he realises the conflict in your eyes. He knew obviously, about your complication with food. It was an on and off thing. You tried to get better but then you end up relapsing each time because of something.

"Baby?" He carefully held you by the shoulders, treating you like you were glass.

"You okay?" He asked and you tried to shrug it off.

"Yeah just was thinking about a lot of stuff" You said but the worried look he gave you made you reconsider your answer. You guys have talked about this several times now, to be honest with each other about this.

"I just haven't eaten in days... kinda forgot I had to" You said, hoping to make it sound not as bad as it seems but you knew it was always gonna be bad to Sean.

Especially when it was you involved.

"You're not craving anything?" He asked since the issue was always your lost of appetite in food. You shook your head.

"No" You admitted and he tries hard not to make it obvious he was worried but from the expression on his face it was too obvious.

It made you anxious.

"You're not mad, are you?" You asked and he was fast to respond.

"No, no of course not, I'm just worried. Uh..." He looks at the tray of cookies that have probably cooled down by now.

"Can you please try these with me?" He asked and you thought it over... then nodding your head.

He smiles, hopeful then carefully checking if its cold enough to hold. He picks one up, a small one, then held it in front of you to let you have the first bite. You stare at it before taking a bite and right after you did, he takes a bite from the same place you did. Letting out a over exaggerated yum which made you laugh.

"So delicious. I think it tastes better with you in it" Sean teased and you find it amusing watching him try to get you to take a bite so he could eat your side of it again.

"What a dork" You said before taking a bite and he didn't waste a second to have his share of the cookie.

"Mhm! Yup!" He shakes his head, satisfied with the taste like he was a judge on a cooking show. You laugh as you hit him playfully on the chest.

After a few hits, he catches your hand and pulls you close to trap your lips in his. You could taste the chocolate chips and you didn't mind it. With his hand gently caressing the side of your face as he devoured the chocolate taste on your tongue. It made you finally understand what he was getting on about.

It really does taste better like this.

"Stay" He pulled back, completely breathless.

"I'll make my dad cook your favourites, hm?" He tilts his head, waiting for your confirmation and you bit your bottom lip.

".. okay.. but... are we sharing it as well?" You asked and it took him a while to understand what you were hinting at. He laughs, his body shaking a bit from how cute your question was, how genuine you sounded.

"If— if that's what you want. Sure. Just uh.. uhm... not in front of my dad though" He said, getting back his composure from finding how funny things were.

If you weren't any cooler in his eyes, you've now broken the scale.

How he found out you played the drums was when he came over to your place the first time and noticed the huge drum kit seated in the corner of your room.

You could've sworn he let out the most giddy "wow!" when he saw it.

Apparently you never told him you played because you never thought about it. It was more like a hobby than a fun fact.

When he asked with that hesitant "Can you play something?"

Obviously you couldn't turn the offer down.

You just played whatever snippet you could, anything that sounded good enough and he was just so happy like he's your number one fan.

He is. Don't get that fact mistaken.

One day you offered him to come over to watch your band practice and he pretty much dropped everything to come.

Like come on who would say no to that?

He'd stay seated on the ground and watch your band practice a few songs for the upcoming play.

How your hands move fast to hit every right beat and your leg bouncing on the sidekick drum. His hands couldn't resist but to draw the scene in front of him right now.

He would never show you the drawing though.

It's only when you happen to see it that he'll finally tell you.

To him it's like a "Oh yeah I drew you the other day" sort of thing.

His notebook is full of sketches of you so it's nothing out of the ordinary for him.

Always gets flustered seeing your outfits during practices.

You'd often wear a sleeveless because it was easier for arm movement and also because you sweat a lot after hours.

Has told himself to stop finding how hot you were in this state.

But did it work? No.

It's probably just him but he finds it cool when you twirl around with the drumsticks during your free time.

Has once asked you to teach him how to and he got all pouty when you laughed at his failed attempts.

Hello??? Your biceps are crazy toned.

So don't blame him if he can't take his eyes off of them sometimes when you're cuddling with him.

Once gnawed on them playfully and you just chuckled at him. How he looked so much like a cat was cute to you.

Brags about you to everyone.

However he regrets doing so to Daniel 'cause now the kid is begging to come see your next play.

You'd offer to teach Sean how to play if he was interested.

Don't expect him to get it all at the first try but the moment he gets the hang of it. He'll look at you with that "I did it" happy glint in his eyes and you'd clap your hands with a satisfied look.

Probably will ask for more lessons if it means he gets to feel you hold his hand and guide him.

Volunteers with giving your wrist massages. Or just anywhere that was sore after hours of playing.

Would sometimes trail kisses just to make you feel better.