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It’s late. Late enough the household should’ve been encased in a slumber, and yet contrarily here you were—awake, impatient, and buzzing under the moonlight. The radiance shimmered along your skin, virtually bare upper-half enveloped in a glow.

You thought it was safe, assumed your brother was sound asleep in the next room over. Maybe the sound of the dryer should’ve tipped you off, or the rustling through the wall you told yourself you didn’t hear. Hell, maybe you knew the whole time and decided you didn’t care. Right now, there wasn't room to think about right from wrong, it all mushed together. In this state of mind, all you knew were needs and desires.

Caleb happened to be both.

“Pips, have any of my—”

It was like you had spoken him into existence, had somehow manifested him with filthy thoughts and echoes of his name bouncing around your mind. A distant, muffled voice shouted in the back of your head—something about needing to learn to lock your door. Your brother rarely did knock these days.

Caleb appeared in your doorway, paused mid-motion; whatever words were in his throat seemed to die on his tongue. The expectation was to see you half asleep, doomscrolling for what had likely been way too long. He had planned to watch you hide the brightness of your screen under the blanket, to act like he’d just woken you up. What he was met with—something that lit his entire body aflame, a scene hand plucked from the depths of his fantasies.

The bundled sheets thrown around the bed did little to cover any part of you, much more gathered around your body than thrown over it. Your chest was the only thing sheathed underneath fabric, even if just barely. The material pushed up enough to reveal the skin of your stomach, shape of your waist in perfect view. His fingers twitched. You weren’t even facing him, too engaged in some sort of trance while the luminescence of the moon hugged your skin.

All you had heard was noise. A glassy gleam hazed over your eyes, distorted your vision as you glanced towards the door. You didn’t seem all too surprised someone was stood there.

If you were looking at him, actually looking at him, you’d catch his adam’s apple bob in his throat, watch how his gaze zeroed in on you while his tongue wet his lower lip. It was like he’d walked in on prey setting their own trap, so sickly sweet waiting to be caught.

The reason he even stepped in here was wrapped around your lower half, giving him an answer to his original cut-off question. Yes, you did have his boxers. One pair, at least. Did you… take them?— Caleb shook his head, a weak attempt at stopping himself from projecting his pervert tendencies onto you. You were his baby brother, it was likely you just grabbed some of his clothes to add to the load and forgot to give them back.

Right?

Caleb goes to apologize, to save whatever semblance of normalcy your relationship had, but what comes out was.. Not that. Nearly the complete opposite of that. He groans, and it’s loud. His eyes have not quit scanning over your body, drinking in all of the exposed skin that twinkled under the moon, studying the way his boxers fit around your lower half (they, in fact, did not). It was clear the piece of clothing was not yours, but here they were, pulled up snuggly on your hips.

With your knees spread, you were on display; unabashedly beginning to put on a show for the one person you really shouldn’t, and yet, the only person you’d ever wanted to. Something in you was saying you should be more embarrassed, laid out and discovered while you palmed yourself over stolen fabric. You just couldn’t find it in yourself to care. The material felt so nice against your skin, nicer than anything you owned; who’s to tell if some of that was just the buzz from knowing they were his.

You barely stopped what you were doing, presenting more of yourself with the few movements you had made since the “interruption.” You drew your fingers up to the little tent forming in your— his boxers. The soft cotton seemed happy to gather your slick, clinging to you, outlining just enough he began to imagine what was hidden underneath.

With one of your fingers on either side of the bud in your shorts—hard and begging for an inch of attention—you started to stroke yourself. A pleased sigh quick to pass your lips, misting through the room and straight through Caleb’s ears. It pulled him out of the daze he’d fallen into, eyeing you.

“I— God, sorry. I—” Gulp. “Should’a knocked—”

His mouth opened with a less angelic tone, at least he would consider it so. You, on the other hand, thought he sounded delicious—a breathlessness from him you’d ached for, dreamed about. It had you whimpering, hearing his voice, whatever words that tumbled past his lips were of little importance.

Your gaze flickered up to finally meet his, heavy lids finding wide eyes. The room was still too dark to make out much. You wanted to see him. Were his ears pink? Pupils blown? You wanted to find his eyes raking over you, wanted him to forget the dignified big brother act he’d kept on so long and give in like you finally had.

Caleb was busy getting smothered by his own cravings, attempting to swallow some of the—embarrassing amount of—spit that had begun to pool on his tongue. He felt like he couldn’t take a whole breath. There wasn't enough blood going to his brain to make a move, regardless which way his ‘moral compass’ pointed him. He started to worry just breathing would break the thickness in the air, afraid filling his lungs would somehow, someway, cement you further and further out of his reach.

Mind starting to fog, he tried to come up with his next move. What was the best course of action here? Was there one? He had to think of something that didn’t involve somehow hurting you—

“Mmmph—”

The enchanting sound slipped from your mouth into the air, misting its way over. It orbited itself around Caleb’s head.

He choked.

It was sick—the way his body flushed, how fucking hard he was leaning against his brother’s doorframe—and yet not a single part of him dared to move. Caleb knew full well he needed to leave, that he needed to turn around, walk out, close the door—

“Mm, need helppp—”

It was so unbelievably whiny, hitting him square in the chest with such a fervent tone. You had seemed so uneffected by his presence, barely sparing him a glance, and now the truth begun to shine through. Hearing your precious, honey-dipped plea made him throb, painfully strained up against his shorts. Caleb had to shut his eyes when he responded.

“I— Help? Baby— I don’t think—”

“Ah— Please,” your hips twitch, “Wanna feel how much better it is when you do it.”

He swore under his breath, chest starting to heave with how deep he was inhaling. He blinked everything back into existence, eyes fixated on the bed—drinking in the bewitching temptation laid before him. He straightened up, pushing himself off the doorframe.

Caleb never was good at denying you.

“…You sure? You gotta be really, really sure.”

You were nodding before his lips could even form the second word, already having predicted what was to come plummeting out. Your thighs stretched further apart, adding another, nonverbal, reassurance.

“Gonna need you to use your words for me, honey.”

Caleb’s movements didn't uphold the firmness in his voice, eager bits peeking through as he promptly made his way over. He stood so close, eyes sweeping over the view presented to him. You watched as he begun to piece together just what he was seeing, his stare stuck on the one piece of fabric blanketed over your body.

“‘S that… my shirt?”

Another thing itching for some spoken response—though this one was, surely, rhetorical. He already knew. It was the one he had on yesterday, and you weren’t even wearing it, not really at least. The worn cloth was draped over the most intimate parts of your torso, right across your chest—pile of cotton placed close enough to stick your nose into.

“Mm, was on top. Smelled the most like you.”

“God—” Caleb’s lids squeezed shut and something stirred in his sweats, “You’re tryna make me go crazy, huh?”

His eyes flicked back open, dead set on his target: you. You're unsure if it was the lack of actual light—half of his face faintly illuminated—but the familiar violet was lost, whatever sliver of color you were met with was darker than anything recognizable. His gaze could only be described as predatory, and it shot a shiver up your spine.

“Sayin’ stuff like that while laid out like this, all pretty,” the mattress dipped under his weight, “Wearing my underwear… I’m supposed to be a good big brother, y’know. Good big brothers aren’t supposed to think like this—think about their baby brother laying in the room next door, shouldn’t wonder how big his cock has gotten, or try to picture how cute it’d look hard ‘nd twitching.”

One of Caleb’s knees cushioned itself on the bed, other foot still sturdy on the floor. Rough hands ghosted over the skin of your calves, he was just narrowly holding onto an inch of his sanity.

“How could I be expected to do any of that now, hm? How am I supposed to be ‘Good Big Brother Caleb’ when I’ve just found my precious baby bein’ a huge perv?”

It was sudden, how his grasp found hold on you. You expected teasing, an almost maddening amount, even. It had been the game you played with him for—what might as well have been—your whole life; teasing, teasing, and more teasing. There were sprinkles of ‘weird’ amounts of fondness and handfuls of so-called ‘accidental’ touches; torn shreds of something forbidden that you both, consistently and unspokenly, pushed the boundaries of.

But it’d been spoken of now. The air that surrounded you two had become thick, cleansed and yet simultaneously tainted. It’s the fullest your lungs have felt in years, somehow the freshest breaths you’ve arguably ever taken. For something allegedly so shameful, it felt undeniably magnetic, like a final piece was starting to fall into place.

With a grip on your hip with one hand and the other wrapped around your thigh—Caleb tugged— manhandling you to the corner of your bed as if he didn't have a gravity evol at his fingertips. A yelp slipped through your lips and a resulting chuckle bubbled up past his. It was borderline condescending, the sound from his throat, a patronizing noise that only added to the warmth that burned under your skin.

“Real cute, but not what I need, little one. C’mon, words.”

Your thighs quivered as he slapped at the inner, most sensitive parts; an unexpected amount of impact that made your eyes widen. The sound that echoed was louder than anything, but there was a resulting sting that had you jolting your hips into empty air.

He moved to tower over you, broad shoulders casting a shadow. A hand positioned inches from your head, fingers sunk into the plush of the mattress as he held himself up. His knee was slotted between your open legs, pressed more to your ass than core—doing absolutely nothing to relieve any ache, any of your needs.

His heart skipped a few beats in his chest, years and years of desire overtaking his psyche and flooding his veins. You were finally laid out within reach—vulnerable, pliant. Being so close to taking you how he’d always wanted, needed, dreamed of—it had his mind in a complete whirlwind.

Caleb was fighting hard to keep his eyes on your face, putting on a mask of patience he’d hastily glued together. He was aching for your okay, desperate for the confirmation to go ahead and devour you.

“‘M sure. Really sure.”

Consenting so readily, so easily. You have absolutely no idea what agreeing to all this is gonna do to him. Do you?

Caleb had always felt lucky to be your big brother; truly believed nobody else deserved you, that you were a masterpiece only his eyes were to be blessed with. Not a single other soul should get to see you like this, get even a whisper of the melodies that played off your lips; it was all meant for him.

No one could know you the way he did. Just the thought had his stomach churning; the possibility of someone else’s name rolling off your tongue, someone else getting to memorize you—No, wrong. They weren’t worthy of it. The world wasn't worthy of it, of you. And hypocritically, Caleb didn’t think he was either. But, for some reason, the universe gave him a blessing—because you seemed to believe different. You thought he was worthy, and that was all he needed. All he needed to confirm he had to stay by your side. So, he kept going; continued to exploit your positively skewed version of him, continued to use it to his advantage. If being selfish was what it took, he’d do it again, a thousand times over if he had to. Nothing else mattered. All there was, was walking this life (and all the ones after) with you.

“Mmm, yeah?” Caleb leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss between your brows. He lingered a moment, brushing his lips across your skin, only stopping to lowly whisper toward your ear, “Don’t regret it now.. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”

As he pushed himself back up, he met your stare—pupils blown and mouth parted. Something flashed in the deep violet of his eyes as he went to stand, his body heat threatening to separate from yours.

Quick to grab at his waist, your fingertips dug crescents into his skin. A sharp inhale preceded your voice.

“Wait—”

And so he did. Caleb paused, only his eyes moving—irises having snapped up to your face. He was eagerly searching your expression, doing his best to keep his own breathing even. He told himself to focus on your grip, your fingers at his sides, to commit how your hands felt to memory. He desperately tried not to spiral, not to make a list of all the things you could possibly say next. He really tried not think about how there was a chance you were about to tell him you didn't want this. That you didn’t want him. Could he really walk out of here and pretend this never happened? Go back to how things were before? Back to the endless pining, the painfully suppressed feelings? Could he seriously act like he’d moved on from you?

(Regardless of the ache, he’d do whatever it took. Anything to stay with you. Even if it meant handing you his heart and watching you shoot through the middle. He’d spent years teaching you to how—how to aim, how to shoot. There was no question in his mind, you’d hit it perfect, straight on—break it in enough pieces, he’d never find them all. But he’d spend the rest of his days blinded and searching for broken shreds of himself; anything if it meant continuing to bask in the sun, his sun, you. No matter how big the you-shaped hole in his chest got.)

He started nibbling on his bottom lip when nothing was said for a beat, not willing to break the silence before you did. Caleb needed you to shatter it first, needed to know what was going on in your head.

Your throat bobbed, and he could hear the saliva stuck to your tongue as your lips parted.

“I—”

Unsurprisingly, he wasn't the only one trying to save themselves from crashing. Caleb had aired such filth, confessed to such taboo thoughts that validated he wanted you, that he has wanted you—yet it wasn't enough to stop the ‘what ifs’ cursing through your head. What if it was just lust to him? Was there a chance he didn’t crave you the same way? Will there be another opportunity to indulge in something like this? Would this be the last and only time you’d get to experience this side of Caleb?

“Hey, hey—”

The voice you’d grown to associate with comfort wrapped itself around your body, swiftly grabbing your attention and pushing air back into your lungs. Tension you weren't even aware of slowly began to release from your shoulders, a warmth coming up to cup your face. Caleb’s hand now holding your jaw, his thumb swept over the apple of your cheek. He cooed at you.

“Talk to me.” There was a gentleness that disguised some of the pain seeking to fracture through, “I’m— Shit. Sorry, I got.. too intense. It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind—”

You slapped a hand over his mouth, face flush and heart pumping. Your big brother talked too much; regularly insisted on doing it for you when he had the chance. He loved finishing your sentences, always smiled bright when he correctly guessed what you were thinking. Usually, you loved it too. It made your body warm—being so known, so understood. He’d comprehended all the wirings in your brain, had absorbed your quirks. It was almost laughable how he’d missed such a vital section while holding your soul in his hands, how he seemingly never found the large piece locked down just for him.

“No, that’s—”

You shook your head, attempting to look anywhere but him as nerves flushed through your body. You were much more afraid of him leaving you here than anything else the moon could witness tonight. There was no question, you wanted this. You wanted him.

With his hold on you, there was little choice but to meet his gaze. Hand falling back to the mattress, you unmasked the lower half of his face; eyes fixed on the way his tongue poked out, swiping itself across his lip and making them—him—all the more tempting.

“I want—” A shaky breath. “… Will you.. kiss me?”

You watch his concern morph into disbelief. He opened and closed his mouth once, twice—on the third you decided to give him an out.

“Nevermind. Forget I ask—”

Caleb’s mouth muffled your words, pushing them back down as his lips mended to yours. Time must’ve stopped. Surely every being the universe had paused in that moment, generously giving you two the extra uncounted seconds to relish in the feeling. You decided you needed all of eternity to taste him, savour all of him and mold your mouth perfectly to his. It was both everything and not enough.

“Don’t. Don’t take it back,” Caleb spoke directly into your mouth, unable to resist slotting his lips back against yours. He made a sound in his throat before pulling away, giving space—maybe three inches—to breathe. “You are so, so cute. Ask me again. Please.”

“Caleb—”

“Please. Ask me.”

The minimal air that connected you both ran warm, the most stagnant it’d felt all night. Your eyes darted between his, unsure what you were searching for.

“Kiss me.. Please?”

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You had been Lara’s friend for YEARS. Like childhood friends that never grew apart. But as you and Lara aged it was clear you were different people. Besides the basics of being an Alpha and Omega, your differences lay in interests.

You were a nerd. A total awkward mess of a nerd. Branded a “loser” in school. Lara had never seen you like that. Well, she knew you were a nerd. That was obvious from the graphic tees you wore and the little rants you’d go on about the shows you liked.

She never really cared about the difference in you; you were her friend. One of her closest. But you had always harboured a little crush on her, whether she knew or didn’t she never said. She would just brush off any blushing or stuttering with a chuckle and a ruffle to your hair or a push to your shoulder.

“You’re so weird sometimes I swear” She would tease before focusing back to what she was doing. You didn’t let it bother you… Honestly you knew that you two would never get together. She was her and you were well YOU.

This back and forth went on for years, her family were painfully aware of your feeling for Lara. Her parents thought it was equally cute and sad. They’d share a look when you stared at Lara a little too long or came round more than usual or bought Lara a present that was definitely too expensive for you to afford and still too cheap to match her tastes.

But Lara thought it was harmless. Honestly, she enjoyed the attention. Relished the feeling of being so desired by you, that you would do anything. Rhea on the other hand? Oh, she hated it…

The two of you hadn’t really met. You were always so enthralled by Lara whenever you were over. Always in her room or following her round like a puppy while she made you do everything for her.

Her parents had told her about your crush on Lara and the fact her sister was leading you on, like it was some sort of sad joke. But Rhea always felt you deserved more. You deserved to be treated with love and cherished for the way you clearly loved so hard.

Things only really changed when with dream academy and Katseye. During the time Lara was away for dream you were a mess. Lara had left and told you nothing and her parents had made up an obvious lie about why Lara was gone and it hit you like a personal attack.

You had spiralled into thinking that Lara had finally clocked your feeling and dropped you. You shut down and focused on work and hobbies and forgetting your feelings for Lara, as hard as it was.

And it worked, until she came back. All smiley and affectionate and perfect. Not to mention a member in a new global girl group.

The reunion was nice, all smiles and you nodding along happily as she ranted to you about the experience and everything, she had to hide from you. Telling you about the girls and future plans for Katseye and you just stared her the way you always did.

It filled Lara with a type of smug joy and made her parents smile. But it filled Rhea with a burning anger, so she formed a plan…

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Lara had invited you over for a catch up a few weeks into her schedules, something about wanting to catch up with you. A third attempt of hanging out after her cancelling last minute.

You’d made the mistake of believing she would show and had headed to her parents a little early. Her family never minded so you decided you would just hang out there till she came home. 

It took you 3 hours to realise she wasn’t coming. She hadn’t even text you to cancel when you got up planning to sneak out so you could avoid Kavita’s pitying gaze.

You were almost at the end of the hall when you heard it. The call of your name in a honey sweet tone. “Y/N? Can you come help me?” Rhea.

The second you enter the room you blush; she’s standing there in the tightest short shorts and just a skimpy bra. You squeeze your hands into fists as u tear your eyes away from hoe perfect her stomach is or how her ass is so round… and you’re looking again, staring even.

you try to rid the thought, hoping desperately your desire isn’t shown but it IS and when you look back, she’s staring at your crotch and suddenly the room feel too hot and u feel pathetic under her gaze...

“R-Rhea-“ you blush watching her move closer she hums and traces your arm staring at you with teasing eyes. “Help me?” She asks but the way she turns already leading you to the bed gives you no time to deny the request.

before you know it, you’re laying on the bed under her as she holds up her phone so you can see. You blush at the list of figures on the screen prices only getting higher and higher. Your favourite one, already liked and added to basket. Your mind rushes how did rhea even know you liked that franchise let alone your favourite…

she hums, grinding a little hard till your eyes flick back to her face. “Which one baby, hmm? Which should I get...?”

you whine, attempting to wiggle free but she simply drops the phone guiding your hands to her waistband. “Help mommy out baby… help me out and mommy will treat you so well just say the words...”

“P-Please” you whine attempting to buck up but failing when she pushes you back down, leaning to nip your jaw.

“Please what...?” She husks and you can feel her shift against you, and it sends a pulse of pressure through you making you groan.

“Please, f-fuck me please- need you… anything…” you groan hands greedily grabbing at her hips. She chuckles then, kissing your cheek softly “such an eager puppy” she hums reaching to pull off your shirt before you stop her, her eyes simply often for a moment before she kisses your cheek moving her hands the waistband of your sweats tugging quickly.

A panicked yelp escapes you at the movement and then a soft gasp as the cold air rushes against your hardening cock. A small bead of pre oozes from your slit and you whimper, unable to supress your need to fidget your hands squeeze at her hips and she smirks to herself.

grabbing your hands she moves them to the button of her shorts guiding your to take then off. "That’s it sweet boy, help mommy out?"

you groan and subconsciously buck upwards at her words, cheeks flushes as you eagerly tug the button loose and the fabric down her legs.

she gasps, lifting up to help you and you groan the second you look down to see she had no underwear, the sight of her bare cunt making your head spin.

"You like what you see pretty boy?" she coos and you nod wordlessly, rock hard and drooling over the sight of her pretty cunt, it looked so enticing and pretty between the trimmed layer of hair.

You go to reach for her, but she grabs your hand, stopping you. "Ah Ah" she tsks. her hand moving to wrap around your length giving a teasing soft tug and your body arches, you’re leaning into her in an instant whimpering and moaning as she softly tugs. "So sensitive baby boy" she coos leaning to place a trail of teasing wet kisses against your neck you groan and whimper thrusting up in attempts to get off.

she simply tsks and bites your jaw pulling away a little and you whine for her, missing the softness of her lips already. "Eager boy... too eager" she shakes her head.

Using her wait to keep you pinned she continues to jerk your length cooing so softly, teasingly so at every gasp and whimper and needy look you send her. she softly twists her hand every pump of your length and you writhe under her grasping at her as you get close.

"Shhh baby, shhh it’s okay... just let it happen... such a good boy for me" she coos moving to place a soft kiss to your tip that has a strangled cry ripping from your throat.

you feel her smirk and your head spins with what evil thought could have possessed her, its only when she moves again that you throw your head back with an exasperated groan.

she’s straddling your torso, facing away from you as her head comes down to lick a teasing line from the base of your cock to the head. she hums then, chuckling at your feeble attempts of moving away from the sensitivity.

The moment she leans down to take you into her mouth you gasp, waves of b=pleasure filling your body as her tongue teases your slit. You pant, willing your eyes to stay open as you star at her body. Her position on you giving you the perfect view of her pussy, slick dripping from it and onto your shirt but you don’t care.

Your mouth waters and all you can think about is tasting her or feeling her wrap around your cock... feeling her milk you dry as you rut into her like the stupid puppy you are. It was almost like she could read your thoughts because she simply hummed placing a few kisses against your cock, hand tracing the small veins along the underside.

“Aw my sweet puppy,” she coos placing a kiss to your tip “You want my pussy hmm? Wanna feel me around you?” you hum needily, nodding hands grabbing at her and she yelps when your finger clumsily pushes into her. “Oh! Okay baby, ow…” she whines, and you pull your finger away immediately face red and she chuckles giving your cock one last squeeze before she spins around cupping your face with a coo.

“It’s okay sweet baby; Mommy can teach you about that later. Hmm?” she questions leaning to kiss your lips, tugging the bottom one between her lips as you whimper into her mouth. “First… let me show you how to feel good hmm?”

She moves then, her movement is quick and calculated. You swear you blink and she’s lined you up, tip brushing her entrance. “A-ah! Rhea… I- mommy! Please” your mind goes dumb and she chuckles shaking her head as she leans back in.

The second her lips are on your neck her hips roll, and you groan so needily she feels your body vibrate and hums starting to move along your length and it makes your head spin. “FUCK!” you cuss, trying to grab at her but she simply bats your hands away keeping you still under her.

“That’s it, mm baby boy… so perfect for me stay right there let mommy use you…” she husks, nails scratching at your tummy just under your shirt so perfectly that your cock twitches inside her. “M-mommy” you whine and she hums kissing you, her tongue running against yours as she quickens her pace, your cock hitting her spot over and over till she clenches around you.

“AH- Wait- I-“ you gasp, shooting up at the feeling, but she just coos through her moans. Her hands keeping you pinned under her as she rides out her orgasm stringed praises of “Good boy” and “That’s my good puppy” escaping her parted lips as she feels your body let go and your cock start to twitch.

“R-rhea...” you whine and she hums grinding against you as you continue to shoot your load deep inside her, all panting beaths and flushed cheeks until your body relaxes and you slump back against the bed.

“Fuck…” she groans sitting back and rubbing her tummy, biting her lip at you. the sight of it, her sitting with your cock buried to the hint inside her, her hand caressing her stomach. Your brain floods with thoughts of her pregnant and round with your pups.

But then she lifts herself up, teasing smirk on her face ignoring your whines as she pushes out over drop of cum you had given her. “Oops… she coos,” fake and teasing. “Guess you’ll have to keep trying...”

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The soft music filled the living room. Your books were scattered on the coffee table, your iPad was in your lap, your notebook was open next to your leg. You were siting in the rug, you back pressed against the sofa, concentration fully in the content for the test you had the next day.

So focused, you don’t even hear the steps, just the voice of your girlfriend in your back.

“How much time i have to wait bro?” she groan, crashing in the sofa behind you.

“Why do you keep calling me bro? i’m not your bro, Paige” you murmur, writing in your iPad. “i’m literally your boyfriend.”

“Iugh, don’t say that word” she fakes a gag, one of her hands going to her mouth.

“what? boyfriend?” you said again. A smile appeared in your face when you hear her again.

“yeah, its… horrible.” you snort, finishing your writing, leaving you ipad in the floor before turning around to see her.

She was scattered in the sofa, using al the limited space, her left arm hanging out. Your eyes scanned her body a second, she was wearing a pair of sweatpants, a black sport bra, her purple glasses resting in her nose. Her eyes were closed, a soft smile in her mouth, showing she was actually just playing .

“stop being a baby”

“i’m not being a baby, i just can’t believe it”

“well you still dating me so you have to”

“it’s incredible, i spent so long thinking i had myself figured out”

“we just have our three-year anniversary, Paige”

“and i’m still shocked about it”

you groan, already knowing she was about to start rambling again.

“i think labels stopped making sense the moment i met you.”

you smile like and idiot before, you get up and stamp your lips against hers, a sigh leaving her body at the feeling. her hands grabbing both sides of your jaw, yours resting in the sofa beneath her. Your lips move in perfect synchronicity, like they were destinated to each other.

your heart was beating really fast.

You separate when breathing was necessary, scanned her face, seeing her pink cheeks, bright blue eyes and a stupid smile.

“that’s the sweetest thing i ever heard you said”you mumble, pushing her glasses a bit.