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kitkat13001 · 5 months ago

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₊˚⊹♡⭒˚.⋆ 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚠 ?

i try to be the chill girl but honestly i’m not knee deep in the passenger seat (and you’re eating me out) two weeks and your mom invites me (to her long beach house) if its casual, is it casual now?

⤷ katsuki bakugou x reader

⤷ fem-leaning reader (“girl” used twice, no other pronouns), friends w benefits-ish to lovers, reader is bad at feelings, brief mention (1) of underage drinking, heavily implied reader and bakugou are sleeping together but nothing explicit, lyrics and title from chappell roan’s “casual,” this is long (~2k words)

for three months it’s been like this. three months of sneaking around and shared glances and private smiles and near-silent laughter at one in the morning.

it started one night towards the end of winter, just before the beginnings of spring.

you had just finished up a big practical exam and the class had come in first. you’d worked your asses off and it had been totally worth it. everyone felt like they were walking on air that night, and you’d all decided to get together for a late dinner in the dorms to celebrate.

you remember it clearly. the valentines decorations were still up in the lounge. you’d ordered pizza to supplement sato’s delicious noodle arrangement and bakugou’s yakitori, and stayed up well past curfew talking and eating and laughing. it was one of the best nights of your life.

you’d gone to the bathroom, but when you came back to the lounge everyone had already gone up to bed.

“guess the party’s over,” you’d mumbled to yourself with a little laugh of disbelief.

“oi!” had come a voice from the kitchen. “who’s out there?!”

“guess,” you’d called out teasingly, leaning against the doorframe.

bakugou wore his trademark scowl, same as ever. he was standing over the sink, hands covered in suds amidst a pile of dishes.

“hmph. the hell you doing up, dumbass? figured you’d gone to bed after you disappeared on us.”

“hm. three years and you think you’d come up with a better nickname,” you laughed. “i told denki i was going to the bathroom. something in those noodles did a number on me.”

he had scoffed, seemingly irritated by your overshare. you didn’t care. you were never one to withhold anything and he knew that.

“whatever. everyone’s asleep already anyway.”

“what are you doing up, kacchan?”

he’d scowled at that, but said nothing. he had long since given up trying to dissuade you from using the nickname. he nodded to the pile of dishes in the sink before him.

“damn extras left a mess. said we’d pick up in the morning but i can’t sleep with this fuckin’ mess.”

you had laughed at that. he fixed you with a withering glare.

“what’s so fuckin’ funny?”

“what a mouth,” you snickered. “you never change, do you, kacchan?”

he’d scoffed, scrubbing agitatedly at a plate. “i change plenty.”

you just laughed again. you guessed he was right, because three years ago he never would’ve been caught dead up this late.

“you gonna help me with this or what?” he demanded, gesturing to the mess of the kitchen.

you’d shrugged, figuring it would’ve been cruel to leave him to face this alone.

“i guess so. you wash, i dry?”

he replied with a soft grunt of affirmation.

it was peaceful that night, standing shoulder to shoulder with bakugou as he handed off soaked dishes for you to wipe down. you took comfort in the warm brush of his hands against yours.

and the fateful moment that led to all of this?

he’d fumbled a dish, the mug slipping from his soap-slicked grip. you had gone to catch it, reaching over at the exact same time he did.

you remember the brief pain of your heads colliding and bakugou’s proceeding shout.

you had grabbed his shoulders for support, and you remember being surprised by how warm he was. it’s not like you’d never touched him before, but the number of times you’d ever been this close to him was minuscule.

he might’ve been mad, probably about to open his mouth to berate you about how he’d “had it!” and that you “should’ve left it” or something. but he stopped cold, eyes wide at just how close you were. barely an inch between your noses. you could smell the spices on him from when he’d been cooking earlier.

you don’t know what led you to say it. maybe it was the late hour or the obscene amount of food you’d eaten or the wine cooler you’d allowed yourself to drink after mina had brought them out.

“can i kiss you?”

you think bakugou might’ve been more surprised by that than if you’d socked him in the face.

you don’t know why he did, but he had nodded. he thought about it for a second—just one, not too long—and then given the slightest incline of his head. and you did it.

you kissed him.

it wasn’t your first kiss. if it was his, you couldn’t tell. he was soft, responsive to your movements but still sure of himself when he kissed you back.

he tasted vaguely of spices.

you don’t know how long you stayed like that. you don’t know at what point his hands moved from the sink to your cheeks or when he’d backed you against the counter.

you just know that when he’d asked if you wanted to go up to his room, you nodded with flushed cheeks and a breathless smile.

and that’s how it’s been for three months. you’d never addressed it, never put a name to what you had. you’d never questioned it or taken it for granted. bakugou is the kind of person you can follow blindly into any situation and know you’re going to come out okay. and you’ve never been someone who needed a reason to be around people you like.

tonight’s not much different. it’s quiet, a cool breeze in the air from the open window. the nights are getting warmer as spring sets in, so the breeze feels good on your skin.

you lay back on bakugou’s bed, breathing in the smell of his ocean breeze laundry detergent and the faint scent of the almost-blooming cherry blossoms just outside.

he didn’t used to let you stay over. he’d walk you back to your dorm once everyone was asleep, grumble a goodnight and disappear back down the hall. but after a while, he stopped mentioning how late it was getting. he’d just toss over and fall asleep, his arm still resting across your body next to him.

“what’re ya sighing for?” bakugou huffs, reaching over you to plug his phone into the charging outlet.

“i’m not sighing,” you reply, frowning up at the ceiling.

“and now you’re pouting.”

you huff back at him, propping yourself up on your elbows. “i am not pouting. i’m eighteen years old, i don’t pout.”

katsuki raises his eyebrows in challenge. “you want me to get you a mirror?”

you roll your eyes and toss a pillow at him. he catches it just the way you expect him to, right in front of his face. you strike quicker than he can move it, smacking the front with a palm. you laugh at his startled growl, falling back on the bed as he throws the pillow back your way.

you smile innocently up at him, clutching the pillow to your chest and relish in the scowl he casts at you and the way his hair is tousled from the scuffle.

“brat,” he scoffs, knocking his leg against yours. “c’mon, it’s late. i wanna sleep.”

he waits until you’ve crawled in beside him to turn out the lights.

you stare out into the dark for a while, but sleep doesn’t come.

“katsuki?”

his responding groan in muffled into the pillow. you prop yourself up to turn and look at him.

“can i ask you something?”

you see his scarlet eyes open in the dark and glance up at you with a furrowed brow.

he huffs as he rolls over to face you. “i guess.”

now you’re nervous. god, why did you have to bring it up?

“i don’t want to sound stupid or anything, but i…” you pause, trying to figure out how to phrase it. “what are we? i mean, like…to each other?”

it’s both a relief and an immense amount of anxiety finally getting the words out. “it’s been eating at me for a while now—and you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to—but i figured i’d die if i didn’t at least ask.”

katsuki’s looking right at you, but for once you can’t read his eyes or expression. the silence is stretching and your stomach turns with unease. you keep talking, and even though you know you’re rambling, your mouth is like a runaway train.

“i mean, to my knowledge at least, you don’t sleep around, right? we don’t see other people. and you’re not…you’re not completely detached when we’re together—at least i hope you aren’t. you don’t act like it anyways. so it seems like it’s more than a physical thing?”

god, why can’t you stop talking? it’s more to yourself than katsuki at this point anyway.

“and we’re friends. we’ve been friends for such a long time now. it’s not like i’m some random girl you picked up off the street.”

he scoffs quietly and you glance over at him. his expression is pinched, but otherwise unreadable. “tch. i wouldn’t do that.”

“exactly,” you agree, trying to keep your voice even as you fidget with your hands. your voice is quiet and you hang your head a little, unable to face his deep eyes. “i…know you care about me. so i guess that’s why i’m asking what this is to you.” you start rambling again before the silence gets too long. “are we just friends who mess around sometimes? is it that you’re not ready for a relationship…or maybe you do want a relationship but just not with me?”

“do you want a relationship?” he asks.

“i…i don’t know. maybe, if that’s what you wanted.”

“what do you want?”

“i mean, we don’t have to put a label on anything if you don’t want to. unless you do want to, then i guess we could do that too.” the options are flooding your brain, mouth going off without filter.

“what do you want?” katsuki asks again, red eyes boring into yours in the dark.

you shrink back, feeling small under his unwavering gaze. “i…i don’t know.”

he scoffs. “liar.”

your heart sinks a little.

“what do you mean?”

“you know what i mean,” he replies, and you can hear the frustration in his voice. “you’re not the ‘whatever you want’ girl. you never have been.”

you know he’s right, but that doesn’t make it less painful to hear. normally that kind of tenacity is what people strive for, what people admire. but the way katsuki says it…he makes it sound like a bad thing. like you’re selfish.

“so tell me,” he insists, face mere inches from yours. “why don’t you care what we are?”

“because i care about you,” you whisper, almost against your will. “and i want you to be happy, so i’ll take you in whatever capacity i can get you.”

he looks almost surprised at that, then slightly exasperated like you’ve missed his entire point. he exhales sharply, sitting back against the headboard.

“before i answer you, lemme ask you something myself first.”

“okay,” you breathe.

“why the sudden need to know?”

“huh?”

“you said this shit’s been eating at you for a while now. how come? what’s got you feeling all contemplative all of a sudden?”

it takes a minute to gather your thoughts, much less the courage to speak. you hadn’t been expecting him to turn this on you.

“well…we’re graduating in a few weeks, and i guess i just…i don’t want to never see you again. i don’t want this to end. and i…” you pause, taking a shaky breath, then shrug. “i don’t want to lose you, kacchan.”

he’s staring now in what you can only describe as disbelief. your stomach stirs uneasily as you sit in silence for a moment.

“you don’t want to lose me,” he repeats, like its the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard. “that’s it?”

“yes, that’s it,” you reply, suddenly defensive. you cross your arms, feeling incredibly self-conscious now.

“and you think i’m what, just gonna up and leave you? don’t you give a fuck about us?” he demands.

“i didn’t know there was an ‘us’!” you cry. “i didn’t know it meant anything to you.”

“of course it fuckin’ meant something!” katsuki shoots back, on the verge of a shout.

“i stayed with you the entire time you had the flu in second year. i let you come with me to the gym. we did our work studies together. i make you food when you’re stupid and don’t eat, i let you come in my room whenever you want and sleep in my fuckin’ bed when you have a bad dream.”

you sit there for a moment, absorbing it all. it’s true, all of it.

“i don’t do that shit for just anyone,” he adds, grumbling. and he’s right. he doesn’t. “so don’t you for one minute think that you don’t mean anything to me. why else would i be spending all this damn time with you?”

“i don’t know,” you hum, crawling over to him. “maybe you did it cause all our other friends were getting together and you felt left out.”

“when have i ever done something just because some other fuckin’ extra did too?”

“never,” you giggle, leaning against him until you’ve fallen into his lap.

“exactly. so what does that tell you?”

“that…you’re very brave and independent?”

he groans loudly, rolling his eyes. “you’re fuckin’ impossible.”

“you love it,” you beam up at him. your stomach flutters with something warmer now as he reaches down and brings you up to meet his lips. it’s a deep kiss, leaving no room for anything but him and you and saying everything that you never said up until now.

“yeah, so what if i do?” he murmurs when he pulls away, still close enough that his lips brush yours when he speaks.

“tell me,” you say, smile and voice soft as you push his spiky bangs away from his face. his cheeks are warm under your hands. “tell me for real this time.”

his ruby eyes are deep and sincere when he says it.

“i love you.”

it’s all you ever needed to hear.

nothing like the pressure of finals to get you locked in on a fic. i’ve been sitting on this for a while and i finally got inspired to finish it. i really enjoyed the reader/bakugou dynamic here. hope you like!

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chleem · 17 days ago

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Casual /extra IV

One shot; college students drew x reader

explicit language and scenes, read at own caution

⋆.˚ "two weeks and your mom invites me to her house in Long Beach, is it casual now?"

♡⸝⸝ elevator | other | more casual!drew

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The sun is casting that golden-hour glow across the backyard of the Starkey’s summer house, a little over the afternoon.

The yard, is decorated with a large banner that reads “Lil’s Second Bday,” and a few balloons are scattered around. The long table on the stone patio is stacked with snacks, and the smell of BBQ fills the air.

There aren’t many people- just the Starkey family; Mr and Mrs Starkey, Drew, his four siblings, his baby niece, and a couple of close relatives.

It’s nothing big. Other than their baby niece’s birthday, it’s also a chance to catch up. Laughter and chatter fill the air, a warm vibe surrounding the entire afternoon, with the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. The view of the beach just beyond the low fence adds to the relaxed, coastal atmosphere.

…and you? You’re chilling, calm, and- and…and you don’t really know why you’re here.

No, you do know.

Drew’s mom invited you.

A week ago, when you and Drew were casually lounging on the couch, watching tv, he picked up a call, suddenly handed it to you with a defeated look on his face.

His mom. Mrs Starkey.

She urged you to join them at their house on Long Beach, celebrating their granddaughter’s birthday, if you weren’t too busy.

It was weird.

Casual, yet you’re here, celebrating his niece’s birthday.

You didn’t want to come. But Mrs Starkey sounded so excited on the phone, and it seemed like she liked you- a lot.

And Drew? He didn’t resist much either. Last time you visited, it was his idea to bring you, thinking you could act as a ‘distraction’- both for his family, a new person to annoy, and for him, a way to sneak away from the constant questioning and attention.

On the way here, he’d admitted that yes, his family liked you, and it would definitely be boring without you.

The whole day flowed smoothly- a long drive in Drew’s car to the summer house his family owns. Upon arriving, you’d helped with setting up, meeting some relatives that Drew introduced you to- as his ‘best friend,’ of course.

His niece? Adorably cute. His siblings and parents, would pull you away to chat privately, either about their random hobbies or just to get to know you better.

You didn’t even realize how long it had been since you’d been alone with Drew today, until he suddenly appeared behind you, his hand lingering around your lower waist.

You were holding his niece in your arms, standing by the fence, entertaining her with the seagulls flying just a few miles away- when Drew decided to join. His height loomed just over your shoulder, his broad chest brushing faintly against your back.

“Hey you,”

Drew whispered into your ear, his voice low and flirty, just like it always was.

You turned around, a smile pulling at your lips as you showed him Lils, his niece, held against your hip.

“Look,” you whispered back, her pacifier snug in her mouth, her little eyes wide with curiosity.

“My sister’s… freaking out,” Drew started, a smirk tugging at his lips as his blue eyes met yours, the light catching from the afternoon sun, making them almost glow. “But it’s just you that kidnapped her.”

You shot him a glare, making him chuckle, the sound warm and full of amusement.

“Go away. We’re watching seagulls,” you half-heatedly tease him, turning back to the beach view.

Drew, of course, wasn’t done. He laid his palm against your hips, gently turning you back to face him.

“Hey- hey,” he murmured, forcing his face into your view, the sapphire orbs meeting yours again, “I’m bored. Talk to me.”

“What do you want to talk about?”

“I don’t know,” he said, his smile soft and unbothered. “Just, just talk to me.”

His fingers came up, gently brushing the corners of your mouth.

“So?” he asked, his voice low, curious. “Was today fun?”

You looked away on purpose, pretending to think deeply for a second before answering with a playful shrug, “Hmm… could’ve been better.”

He laughed like it was the funniest thing he’d heard all day- bubbling straight out of his chest.

“God- I missed you,” Drew suddenly said, like the phrase weighted nothing.

“Missed me?” you echoed, brow raised.

“Yeah.”

“We’ve… you’ve been in the same place as me all day.”

“I know.”

“You sat next to me like ten minutes ago.”

“I know.”

“You talked to me during lunch.”

“I know.”

“You’re literally talking to me right now.”

“…I know.”

His smile never wavered. If anything, it deepened, pulling at the corners of his mouth, creasing the skin around his eyes- those soft, familiar smile lines you could trace from memory.

His hand rested at the base of your neck now- light, warm, grounding. He was close. Too close. And he wasn’t looking at your eyes anymore.

He’s looking at your lips.

And you were pretty sure that if the two of you were alone right now, he’d kiss you. He’d kiss you like he’d been holding his breath all day and just remembered how to breathe. Like you were the cure for something he didn’t know he had. He’d kiss you like he’d thought about it a thousand times and still wasn’t ready.

Which… was not how casual people behaved.

Before you could say anything, Lils, lets out a sound that’s muffled by her pacifier.

You let out a quiet laugh at that.

Drew gently pulled his hand away from your neck, the warmth of his touch fading as Lils reached out to grab his finger- the one with the gold ring he always wore. Her tiny hand curled around it with the kind of fascination only toddlers had, but her attention quickly drifted.

She reached for the chain bracelet on his wrist instead, the one he never took off. The one you gave him.

She tugged at it curiously, eyes wide with wonder.

“Hey- she likes it,” Drew says, his voice warm as his gaze flicked from you to his niece. That smile still playing on his lips.

“I wonder who picked it,” you tease, rocking Lils gently on your hip.

“Someone amazing,” he murmurs, low enough that it felt just for you, punctuated by a quick wink that somehow made your heart skip in the dumbest, most inconvenient way.

He said things like that; and each time, it made you wonder if it’s still casual.

Drew’s tongue poked out, resting on his lips for a beat as he stared down at yours. The look in his eyes said everything; Shit- he wants to kiss you so bad.

“…Stop that.”

You barely recognized your voice, rougher than you expected.

“Stop what?” he laughs, dropping his hand from your waist.

“Looking at me.” You try to play it off, but your pulse betrays you.

“‘Looking at you’?” He laughs again, “Where- where am I supposed to look then?”

“…no, I mean, stop looking at me like that.”

“…you’re confusing me, babe.”

The nickname slid off his tongue effortlessly, and it stirred something in you. Butterflies erupted, trapped somewhere between your chest and your stomach, without a doubt every single time he said it.

“…never mind,” you whisper.

Drew laughs, for the thousandth time.

Suddenly, a voice calls his name from across the crowd. You glance over, seeing two of his cousins standing together, probably wanting to talk to him. They waved over at you; eyes at your direction.

You turn back to Drew, but he’s still staring down at you, completely lost in the moment.

“Drew?”

“Mhm?” He hums absently; eyes still staring down at you.

“Your cousins- they want you.”

“…Mhm.”

Before you can say anything else, Lils tugs harshly on Drew’s bracelet, causing his hand to shift slightly. That’s when he snaps back to the present, the playful, seductive gleam returning to his eyes.

“…Let’s get out of here,” Drew says, a hint of something else laced in his words.

“What?” you ask, a little surprised.

“Yeah, you heard me. Let’s get out of here.”

“What? ‘Get out of here’?” you giggle nervously, trying to mask the pulse that suddenly races through you, though part of you already knows exactly what Drew means. “But I’m taking care of Lils- ”

“Not anymore.” Drew’s voice is calm, but his hands are quick, effortlessly lifting Lils out of your arms and into his hold without much work at all. “You’re not- not the babysitter,” he adds.

“Drew, this is your niece’s birthday party. You can’t just leave.”

“She’s two. You think- you think she’ll remember this shit?” Drew glances down at Lils, the innocent little face beaming up at him, then back at you, the smirk still teasing at his lips.

You give him a soft glare, but it barely registers as he begins making his way toward his sisters, Mackayla and Brooke, both in deep conversation with each other.

“Drew- stop,” you say, a soft giggle escaping your lips. You tug at his arm gently, trying to keep him in place. “The party’s almost over anyways. Just a few minutes, yeah?”

He slows down for just a second but doesn’t stop, his steps continuing with that same purposeful stride. He glances back at you, his lips still curled in that devilish smile.

“I- I don’t wanna wait.”

A heat rises to your neck as you fall silent, following him as he closes the distance to his sisters. Without hesitation, Drew interrupts their conversation, forcefully but gently placing his baby niece into Mackayla’s arms. Her mother instincts kick in immediately, holding Lils close to her.

“Here- take your kid,” Drew says, his tone that demanding, teasing way that siblings use when talking to each other.

“What-” Brooke glares at her brother with an exaggerated expression of disbelief. But then her eyes flicker to you, standing close to him, and her gaze softens as she shifts between you two.

You awkwardly stand on your feet under her scrutiny.

“Where are you guys going?” Mackayla rocks Lils in her arms, also looking at you.

“Showing y/n the house,” Drew says, his voice dropping low as his arm slides around your waist, guiding you away from them.

His sisters stare suspiciously at you two. Brooke already gave you a tour.

“Be right back,” Drew murmurs. He doesn’t wait for their response, tapping your waist to get you to move. Your feet follow his lead before you can think about it.

In seconds, you’re inside the house, the hum of the backyard party fading as the kitchen door clicks shut behind you. Drew’s presence envelops you, and you can’t ignore how close he really is, how the space between you seems to shrink.

“You’re showing me the house?” you tease, a playful smile tugging at your lips as you spin around, your sundress flowing with the movement.

Drew’s eyes land on your figure for just a moment, the smirk on his lips sharp, before they quickly flicker behind you, his attention drawn elsewhere.

“Alright- don’t- don’t do that near a window,” he mutters.

You laugh softly, out of shyness and amusement.

You follow him as he walks through the kitchen into the living room, purposely trailing behind.

It’s hard not to notice the way his eyes flicker around, scanning the space, his steps urgent and his back muscles flexing under his shirt.

When he starts walking up the stairs, you stop at the bottom.

Drew’s a few steps up before he realizes he doesn’t hear your footsteps following. He looks down at you, a mix of a smile and something resigned tugging at his features.

Without a second thought, he hurriedly walks back down, and grabs your wrist with a firm, almost commanding grip.

“What are you doing?” Drew asks, a chuckle escaping him as if he already knows the answer.

“What are you doing? Show me around,” you tease, mimicking his words from earlier.

“Babe, c'mon,” he groans, tugging your wrist.

“No, show me the living room or something,” you murmur, the corner of your lips lifting in amusement.

Drew stares into your eyes, his gaze intense, but surprisingly, he lets go.

You smile, before turning to point toward the pictures along the fireplace. The Starkey siblings’ childhood memories sit there, arranged like a timeline of their past. Brooke already introduced you to them, even showing you the entire family album. You’d seen Drew’s younger self, his bob haircut embarrassingly cute.

“Tell me about those- Drew!”

Before you can even finish your sentence, he lifts you off the ground, throwing you over his shoulder. Your ass sticks in the air, and one of his hands comes up, flattening your dress back down.

He lets one hand stay there; caressing the back of your thighs, the other hand on your lower back to steady you in place.

“Drew, what if someone sees us?” You breathe out, as you realize he’s making his way upstairs.

His throaty laugh replies instead.

“Drew- put me down-“

He slaps your ass, rather roughly, the sound echoing for a brief second.

Your gasp follows after, and he laughs once more.

“What? Want me to do it again?” Drew teases.

And because your face is close to his ass, you hit on it; hands balling into fists as you attempt to frustrate him into putting you down.

You wiggle in the process; which just makes him hold you even tighter; not even flinching at your protests.

Your white ballet flats slip off, rolling down the stairs.

The familiar flooring of the second-floor hallway approaches, the sound of it under his heavy steps making it clear that you're getting closer to his room. The moment you hear his door click open, you give up, knowing exactly what’s coming next.

Without a word, he drops you onto his bed, your body bouncing slightly from the force, and you try to prop yourself up with your elbows.

Drew stands at the edge of the bed, watching you with that smirk of his, his chest rising and falling quickly. His hair is slightly messy, a few strands falling over his forehead, adding to the casual look that only seems to make him more irresistible.

The way he’s looking at you, though, is anything but casual.

“Comfortable?” he teases, his voice low and mischievous as he takes a step closer.

You giggle, and instinctively, your feet come up, pushing lightly against his stomach to keep him from coming any closer. “At least show me your room.”

Last time, at Drew’s childhood home, you remember Drew’s bedroom like it was yesterday. The basketball posters, his sports car bed frame, a small table, shelves filled with trophies and books, etc. It was the typical teenage boy’s room.

This, however, was a bit different. This was the summer house.

You scanned his room quickly, taking it all in.

It wasn’t as decorated as his childhood room, the interior different too. The white walls were bare in comparison, except for a couple of posters and a surfboard leaning against one side of the room. In the corner, a guitar rested. His table was cluttered with papers and a few random items, and on the wall, a small basketball hoop hung above his trashcan.

Your eyes don’t linger long because Drew grabs your legs, forcing them apart as he leans down, slowly pressing his weight on you.

“You play guitar?” You continue, as he signals for you to wrap your legs around his waist.

You do; your dress shifting upward, riding up past your hips. Drew glances down at your panties; licking his lips as his hand covers the back of your neck.

“Shut up,”

he practically growls, his voice low and rough as it vibrates through the air.

Instead of feeling embarrassed or insulted, you let out a giggle, a flutter deep in your stomach, a rush of warmth flowing through you.

Casual, casual, casual.

His lips inches from yours, the tip of your noses brushing as he closes the distance.

He finally kisses you after being deprived of it all day; his tongue darting in without hesitation.

You gasp at his urgency, your arms naturally wrapping around his neck. One of his hands steady himself against the bed; the other sliding down further, from the back of your neck, lower, lower, lower, moving to your stomach.

The heat escalates as you explore each other’s mouths; licking, sucking, caressing, or whatever you would use to describe a passionate and lustful kiss.

Moaning into his mouth as he cups you over the pussy, your hips buckling instinctively against him.

You didn’t even know how wet you are from the make-out; until Drew chuckled into your mouth, his chest shaking against yours.

“Soaked, you are,” he murmurs, letting his lips drag along your jawline, before sucking on the skin just below your chin.

You whimper softly as his teeth sink in, head leaning back into the mattress.

He tugs down the waistband of your panties, lugging it just above your knees. At the same time, his lips trail to your cleavage, and he gives each side a quick peck. Your hands play with his hair now; messing, ruffling it just enough to see him smirk, clearly enjoying it.

Drew shifts; positioning himself so his face lies on your stomach, your legs now lazily dangling by his sides.

He plants kisses on your bare tummy; a hand kneading your breast, the other still resting on the bed.

He basically has you trapped under him.

Your back arches as his mouth goes from light brushes to aggressive savoring; tongue licking your skin, moving lower, lower, lower.

Until the tip of his tongue teases your sensitive nub. He teases it; slow and deliberately, earning your breathy gasps, your fingers tangling with his hair.

“Drew…” you whined, the throbbing of your pussy growing louder by the second.

“Mhm?”

Tongue flat against your folds, he licks a long stride of your arousal.

Your breath hitches, moans rippling out of you.

His laughter, all shaky and trembling, echos between your folds, his hot breath fanning the cold sensation.

However, just as you expect him to dive in, eat, clean up the crumbs, he tears himself away.

Your eyebrows knit together, your arms and legs dropping onto the bed.

Drew has that devilish, almost mocking smile on his face as he pushes himself off the bed. You don’t miss the glossy shimmer of saliva (or arousal?) dripping from the corner of his lips, the blue eyes of his taking in your position; your sprawled-out body and dress barely worn right.

You prop yourself up by your elbows; the strips of fabric flowing off your shoulders.

“You got something on your…”

You point to your own lips, before giggling, clasping your thighs back together.

The smirk on his lips remains, and he wipes it off with the back of his hand.

“Now get back here,” you whisper, eyes dropping to his crotch, seeing a very, very obvious outline of his erection.

Drew touches his back pocket, and his expression drops, the playfulness in his eyes quickly replaced with something unreadable.

“What?” you ask, your voice a mix of curiosity and concern, your gaze following his every move.

He pokes his tongue against his cheek; eyes darting around the room as he thinks.

And swear, you could see the exact second when it finally clicks through his mind.

“Don’t- don’t go anywhere,” he murmurs, his tone soft but firm as he walks out of the room.

As his footsteps fade away, it’s only then that you realize- he never closed the door.

…Idiot.

A small, frustrated laugh escapes you.

You can’t believe you didn’t notice earlier.

What if someone saw? Idiot, really.

You bite on your bottom lip as you waited, looking around his room. Oh, there’s even a CD player resting on the shelves, with booklets of of albums. Mostly old ones, worn at the edges, the artwork faded with time.

You hear footsteps again.

Sure enough, Drew’s back.

A light smile plays on his lips as he steps in- and then, casually, effortlessly, he rips open a small foil package.

“Close the door!” You whisper-yell.

He pauses, glances over his shoulder- then quickly shoves it shut. The force of it sends a loud thud echoing through the house.

Good thing everyone’s downstairs, outside.

You let out an excited laugh as you sit up slightly, spreading your legs to let Drew in.

“Where did you get that?” You ask, as he yanks his pants down, just enough to let his hard-on spring out. Your eyes flicker to his cock; already leaking his precum.

“Logan,” he murmurs, knees sinking into the mattress. “Lay down.”

You do as told; resting your elbows and letting your hands lay on your stomach. “What, he’s- he’s next door?”

“His suitcase,” he clarifies, a hint of frustration peeking through as his hands grip his cock, trying to wrap the plastic around it.

Wait-

It’s pink.

You fail to hold back your laugh, watching as obviously, it’s a different color, and it’s not his size.

“Fuck,” he groans, a smile tugging at his lips, whether from the situation or your laugh, you can’t tell.

But you just laugh harder, watching him struggle.

“Here- lemme help you- ” you murmured, sitting up and brushing his hands away, “- princess Sophia.”

You giggle at the name, biting your lip as you watch his reaction.

But the moment your gaze meets his, the air shifts.

His smile disappears like a switch flipped off, his jaw tightening. His blue eyes- dark, narrowed- lock onto you with a heat that’s no longer playful.

His hands fall to his sides as yours wrap around his length, gently tugging on the plastic, and adding a few strokes.

“Never,” he breathes out, obviously trying to hold out a moan at the way you touch him, “never say that again.”

You blink, still grinning, but your breath catches a little.

“Or what?” You press. You get the condom on him; tight and barely covering him, but it works, the translucent pink standing out from the corner of your eyes.

His hand comes up fast, covering your mouth. With one sharp push, he forces you back down onto the bed, your body hitting the sheets with a soft thud, your laughter muffled by his palm.

“Shut up,” he murmurs, licking his lips.

You sigh into the palm of his hand, letting your legs wrap around his waist, guiding him downward.

Then fuck me already, your eyes say.

Drew lets out a throaty laugh; hands leaving you to run through his hair, pushing it away from his eyes. “You’re killing me,” he comments, lifting your hips to angle your entrance with his dick.

You feel his tip drag along your drenched clit; smearing the wetness. You shudder, you head dropping back as he continues to glide his cock against your folds.

With a slow push, he sinks into you, nestled between your legs.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Drew,” is all you manage to breathe out as he stretches your folds.

He groans at the way you say his name; gripping your hips as if it was the only thing keeping him from collapsing onto you.

Your walls tighten around his thick length; and his eyes flutter close at the feeling, pausing to savor it.

Reaching out, you let your hand overlap his, holding lazily.

Move already, your eyes say.

He smirks, and his hand catches yours in a firm, rough grip. He drives it down, pressing the palm of your hand flat against your own hip, now completely claimed beneath his touch.

Holding you, he pulls out, before pushing his cock back in. He makes sure to return fully in- making you soak in every bit of his length.

“Oh,“ you moan, your other hand clinging onto the sheets.

“Yeah? I haven’t even started,” he grunts, pulling out of you, before rolling his hips back in.

He’s knee-deep into the mattress, the bed sinking under his weight as he continues the same process over and over again.

Each thrust begins slow, drawn out- intentional, like a tease. He chuckles at the way you squirm underneath him; your mouth agape as your eyes fluttered up at him.

“Wait- wait,”

Drew breathes out, and his smirk widens, his eyes glued down at your stomach.

You follow his line of focus- and you see it.

A bulge peeking out with every snap of his hip.

You couldn’t help but giggle dumbly at that; your head falling back.

“Shit- that’s- fuck,”

Is all Drew manages to stumble out as he slides faster, rougher, sloppier into you, amused by your tummy bulge.

It’s happened before; he’s noticed this before; but he gets excited like a child getting a new toy, every time he sees it.

“Mhm, you- you like that?” You breathe out, your own body shivering with the way he’s hammering into you.

The slapping of skins develops into a sloppily rhythmic melody, paired with soft moans and low grunts, with occasional low chuckles. Your eyes focus on the way his bracelet dangles, the metals shining just briefly, adding to the liquid heat building in you.

He lets go of your hand; tracing the hard outline of your tummy.

“You- ” he starts to lean down, slowly letting his weight crash onto you. It allows his cock to sink deeper, nudging against your g-spot. You moan, loud and unfiltered into his ear as he presses a kiss on your cheek. “-you have no idea.”

Your arms wrap around his shoulder as his movements become jerky and messier, repeatedly attacking your g-spot.

To the point where your knot snaps, without warning, unexpected.

Maybe it was the sex, his words, or just him.

But it sends you over the edge, moaning his name, shivering as it flows through you.

Drew laughs, and he kisses the corner of your mouth, “oh, my baby,” he coos, giving the last few thrusts to chase his own high.

Your arms fall to the side; panting as his length still slammed into you, your body trembling beneath him.

His cock twitches, and- and he bites your shoulder.

It’s so random and unlike everything before; the pain and pleasure mixing in together as his cum spills into the condom, that you just lay there, breathing in his sweat, cologne, everything.

His teeth latched onto your skin, hard enough to leave a mark, definitely.

“Aw, fuck,” he mumbles, a low groan escaping.

He presses a hand into the mattress beside your head, lifting his weight off of you, but still close, hovering on top.

Drew’s blue eyes look down at you, lazy and satisfied, a corner of his lips twisted into a smirk. There’s a faint trail of saliva clinging to his mouth, catching the light.

“Ow,”

you whisper, delayed, breathy, but not really complaining. Your tired smile mirrors the haze in your eyes as your hand drifts up, fingers brushing the corner of his mouth.

You swipe the trail away gently, holding his face in your hands.

His eyes flicker to your lips, and the smirk curves into a full smile- the one that produces winkles at the corners of his eyes.

It’s the kind of smile that feels warm and dangerous all at once.

The kind of smile that settles under your skin before you even realize it.

The kind of smile that feels casual.

The kind of smile with no attachments.

“Your skin’s soft,” he compliments.

“But you didn’t need to bite me,” you shoot back, a soft giggle following after.

“Aw, but you like it,” he murmurs, eyes dropping to your shoulder.

You follow his gaze- and it’s there, red, indented, a blooming imprint of teeth.

That’s when it hits you; his family’s still downstairs, and your sundress isn’t going to cover this. Not even close. It’s not the kind of mark that fades in a few minutes either.

You turn your gaze back to him, eyes narrowing, your smile quickly replaced by a pout. “Drew,” you whisper, dragging his name out like a warning. “You bit me.”

“I did,” he says, completely unbothered, the pride in his voice unmistakable. He leans in and gives your lips a quick, smug little peck- before slowly pulling out of you.

He pushes himself off, the proximity gone.

“Drew, this is serious. How am I supposed to hide this?”

He takes care of the pink condom; wrapping it up and disposing it in the trash.

“It’ll fade in a few minutes,” he says with a lazy grin, adjusting his pants. His eyes trail over your wrecked form sprawled across the bed, and he licks his lips slowly.

Then leans back against the edge of the table, arms crossed, his muscles flexing, “you’ll be fine. You- you are fine.”

A few quiet seconds pass before Drew moves again.

He walks back to you, and handles you by the waist, pulling you to sit upright. You sway slightly, but he steadies you, letting your head lay on his chest.

His heartbeat hammers against your walls.

Casual, casual, casual.

He’s got tissues in his hands; and he wipes your pussy clean, gently taking care of you.

When he’s done, he fixes your attire; adjusting the straps back over your shoulders, sliding your underwear back on, smoothing the hem of your dress back to its place.

The bracelet and ring brushes against your skin ever so often.

Casual, casual, casual.

You study the side of his face; taking in the slight part of his glossed lips, the way his blue eyes stay locked on you. His hair is messy, a little damp with sweat. Your gaze trails over the tip of his nose, then down to the soft curve of a double chin that appears at this angle.

“It’s not so bad,” Drew murmurs, fingertips grazing the bite mark on your shoulder- the one your sundress strap barely manages to cover.

Casual, casual, casual.

“Let me do it to you, then it’s even."

“…do me then.” the double meaning doesn’t go unnoticed.

You’re laying on his chest, looking up, eyes locking for a split second before it crumbles- you break into laughter, unable to hold it in. He snorts, then laughs too, chest shaking beneath you.

Somewhere between the laughter, he presses a quick kiss to the corner of your eye.

Your gaze drifts around the room, and you’re remembering that this is his childhood room. The one he spent summers in. The surfboard propped in the corner, the guitar leaning against the wall, shelves cluttered with music and memories. It smells like him, like salt and dust and something warm you can’t name.

If you’re going to be here a little longer, you figure, you might as well make it count.

“You play guitar?” you ask again.

“Sometimes,” he murmurs. One hand comes up to the back of your neck, fingers curling gently, rubbing slow, lazy circles into your skin.

“‘Sometimes’? But I’ve never seen you play.”

He shrugs, “you never- you never asked to see me play.”

“…play it right now.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Why not?”

“Barely remember shit,” he mutters, and you see those sapphire orbs of his flicker to your lips, “…barely remember shit.”

You cock your head to the side, eyes beaming at him. Your hands slip under his shirt without warning, palms pressing against his stomach- warm skin, hard muscle, the faint trail beneath your fingertips. You start to massage gently, slow circles over his abs, coaxing.

You watch his jaw flex like he’s trying not to smile, but really, already folding.

“…okay,” he murmurs, giving in.

Your smile spreads as he walks over to the guitar propped against the wall. He picks it up with a quiet kind of care, fingers brushing off a thin layer of dust from the body. Then he walks back and sits beside you on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.

The guitar rests comfortably in his hands, though it's clear it’s been a while. He strums a few hesitant chords- a little off, before reaching up to adjust the tuning pegs at the headstock, testing each string.

“You got a, a song in mind?” Drew asks once he finishes tuning, blue eyes flicking up to meet yours, searching.

You shift on the bed, lying on your side to face him, propping your head up with one hand, your palm cradling your cheek. “Thought you barely remember.”

He smirks, fingers hovering over the strings. “…just recommend one.”

You glance away, thinking. One comes to mind almost immediately- the one that’s been on loop lately.

“Shallow.”

He bites his lower lip, nodding slowly.

Yeah, he knows. He’s heard you humming it, caught it on the shared playlist, playing in your AirPods, playing in the car.

“Sing- sing the start again,” Drew purposely says.

You give him a shy smile, already feeling the warmth rise to your cheeks, but you do it anyway. You hum the beginning of the song, soft and unsure, the melody slipping from your lips a little uneven. The lyrics come out half-mumbled, half-forgotten, but you keep going, biting back a laugh as you stumble through them.

His eyes don’t leave your mouth.

Then, when you finish, he finally looks down at the guitar. His fingers move slowly, thoughtfully- and he begins to play the melody exactly as you sang it, mistakes and all.

Your heart hammers in your chest as you watch him, listen to the quiet chords filling the space between you.

“I’m falling... in all the good times…”

Drew sings the line without thinking, his voice low, a little rough, laced with that lazy drawl he always has when he’s not trying too hard. Somehow, that makes it worse. Or better. You’re not sure.

Your breath catches before you even realize it, and the playful smile you wore a second ago slips, just a little. Your eyes soften, doe-eyed and open, completely undone by something so small.

Casual, casual, casual.

But it’s not.

Not when he’s sitting this close, not when your heartbeat stutters just hearing his voice wrapped around a song that’s been sitting in your chest for weeks. Not when he’s still so unaware of the weight he’s tossing around with every offhand lyric.

Drew strums once more, half-heartedly, then stops just before Gaga’s next verse. Looks up at you, totally oblivious, grinning like nothing's changed.

“You like that?” he asks, lips tugging up at the corner.

Yeah. You do. Maybe more than you should.

“Not bad,” you manage to say. You hope he doesn’t see how flustered and completely gone you are right now.

“‘Not bad’?”

“Yeah. You- you got some parts wrong.”

He chuckles under his breath, “you sang it wrong though.”

“Blaming me now?”

“…maybe.”

It’s quiet for a moment, that perfect little stretch of tension hanging between you, before he says softly, “come here.”

You glance at him, confused for a second. “…I’m already here,” you say, laying on the bed next to him.

But then he gestures with a shift in his posture, opening his legs slightly. “No, I mean, come here.”

It clicks in your head, and you crawl, sitting in between his legs.

You lay your back against his chest, the warmth of him immediately surrounding you as the guitar nestles in front of you.

His arms come around you, and you melt, melt into him like butter. His hands move- one guiding yours to the fretboard, the other settling on the sound hole.

You feel his fingers slide over yours, teaching you the placement, Drew wrapped around you in the most natural, intimate way.

“You’re gonna teach me?” You murmur, your face inches from his, your nose grazing his jawline as you look up at him.

He hums in response, that soft sound vibrating against your back.

You can barely focus as he shows you how to strum, how to move your fingers, how to hold the chords.

Your brain’s fogged, lips slightly parted, eyes half-lidded.

You’re not listening to the melody. Not really.

"You’re a natural," Drew whispers- and that’s when you realize he’s stopped, at the same spot, right before Lady Gaga’s verse.

“I am,” you whisper back, as he leans in and kisses the tip of your nose.

“You getting comfortable?”

“I am.” he kisses the corner of your mouth.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you murmur- and this time, you close the distance.

Your hands reach up, fingers threading through his hair, gentle and certain.

The guitar slips away somewhere between your bodies, forgotten on the bed.

His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer like instinct, like gravity.

You kiss him- slow, tender- and he kisses you back like he always does. Like he can’t help it. Like he physically can’t do it without you.

A few seconds, minutes, maybe even hours might’ve passed by the time you finally pull apart- both of you gasping, smiling giddily.

“You wanna head downstairs?” Drew asks, voice low, still breathless.

“Is it gone?” you whisper, tilting your head slightly, referring to the bite mark on your shoulder.

He shifts, his head cocking to the side as he stares at the spot. Your fingers lazily wrap around a soft strand of his shirt, as he squints, inspecting.

“Yeah.”

You turn your head, following his gaze.

It is gone.

So, reluctantly, you peel yourself off of him, standing slowly, hands smoothing over your dress.

Drew leaves the guitar on the bed, and then- he reaches for your hand.

No words, no glance- just his fingers brushing yours, finding them easily. And sure enough, your fingers interlock like they’ve done it a thousand times before.

He leads you out of his room, and as you walk beside him you glance at his face; neutral, unreadable.

Holding hands. Something very causal to do, apparently.

You trail a step behind him as you both descend the stairs, your eyes stuck on the place where your hands are joined. How could you not? The way his thumb brushes along your knuckle feels thoughtless, natural, nice.

“Shit- your shoes,”

Drew says suddenly, half-laughing.

You blink down and remembered how they slipped off on the stairs earlier.

He bends down slightly- still holding your hand, and grabs them. He places your shoes neatly in front of your feet so you can easily slide into them.

“Thank you,” you whisper, as you slip your feet into them.

Drew gives you a quick wink, a playful glint in his eyes, before continuing down the stairs.

Nearing the end, the distant hum of voices starts to grow louder; laughter, silverware, footsteps.

Thought everyone was outside?

It’s not coming from the living room, as the two of you checked.

However, just as Drew turns the corner, just as the noise becomes real, closer, and the world outside of the two of you floods back in-

He lets go.

Just… drops your hand.

Immediate, sharp.

When you look at him, he’s already a few steps ahead, like it never happened at all.

“What are you guys doing in here?” you hear Drew say.

You try to stop the frown forming at your lips, but it’s slowly sinking in. Quiet and slow, like an ache. Your hand- the one he had held- you rub it against your stomach, feeling the material. Like that’ll distract you. Like it’ll help.

You glance around the kitchen. His two siblings are moving through it like a well-rehearsed routine, grabbing plates, reaching into cabinets, passing things between each other.

Drew’s by the fridge now, grabbing a bottle of water. Or sparkling water. You don’t really know.

You don’t really care, actually.

“We’re cutting the cake now. Where’s y/n?” Brooke asks, glancing around the kitchen with a plate in her hand.

Drew leans back against the counter, then nods in your direction, chin tilted just slightly, and those blue eyes of his lock on yours.

Two almost identical pairs of eyes follow, putting you under a spotlight.

You force a smile, your legs moving on their own, carrying you forward.

“How’s the house tour?” Logan asks, and the second the words leave his mouth, you feel your ears burn.

Your eyes flick to Drew before you can stop yourself. His expression changes in an instant. Not dramatic, very subtle- his jaw tenses, lips pressed into a flat line, his entire body suddenly still as he leans against the counter. He stares at the back of Logan’s head with a look that could cut glass.

Brooke catches it too. She nudges Logan in the shoulder, a silent knock it off, passed between siblings like a second language.

“It was fine,” you say finally, pushing the words through a tight smile. You meet Logan’s teasing gaze with one of your own- friendly, distant, like you didn’t just come down the stairs with Drew’s warmth still clinging to your skin.

“Mhm,” is all Logan replies, but you catch the way his lips twitch at the corners. Logan grabs the plates in both hands, muttering something under his breath as he speeds out of the kitchen, escaping before another sibling can ‘attack’ him.

"Ignore him," Brooke assures, holding the silverware and knife in one hand, her other ready to grab the cake box.

“Here- let me." you immediately reach out to take the cake box from her.

“Oh- um, thanks,” Brooke smiles as your hands brush the blue handles of the cake.

As his siblings leave, Drew takes the box from you.

You look up at him. He’s staring down at you intently, his blue eyes searching yours as he holds the box by the handle.

“You okay?”

No, no, I’m not okay.

“Of course.”

He hums, and simply nods, accepting your answer without question.

You look away, your chest tight.

You walk out the house, the noise of his family sweeping over you as you blend into the crowd of Starkeys.

Drew steps out shortly after, and placing it on the long table, he undoes the cake box, revealing a big, cute cake decorated with colorful frosting.

You stand a few steps away, quietly observing, letting the warmth of the scene wash over you.

Drew laughs at something someone says, his eyes lighting up, his hands expertly lighting the candles on top. His mom is next to him, helping with the candles, a bright smile on her face. Makayla stands nearby, holding Lils in her arms, her husband leaning in to kiss her cheek.

They start singing Happy Birthday, and you can’t help but smile, the whole scene feeling like a snapshot of something genuine.

And while everyone sings to the little girl squirming in her mom’s arms, Drew’s eyes are glued to you.

He’s not looking at the candles.

Not at the cake.

Not at the birthday girl.

Just you.

There’s a slight smile on his lips, relaxed, familiar- and you can’t help but smile back, even as your heart kicks up in your chest.

Once the song is over, Makayla urges her daughter to blow out the candles. Clueless, Drew does it instead, a quick puff of air before the family applauds.

You stay off to the side, watching as they start cutting the cake, handing out slices on plates.

People move around you, but you just stand there, wondering;

Is it still casual?

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word count: 7.3k

࣪𖤐 a/n: longest fic i've ever written. also, I SUCK AT WRITING SMUT TF

also i finished new girl. i have a crush on nick miller

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punkrockmlchael · 5 months ago

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Casual

Masterlist | Eddie Munson Masterlist | Corroded Coffin Masterlist

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Fuckers to Lovers? (Both Eddie and Reader are 18+)

Warnings: 18+ mdni, Lowkey Cocky Eddie (around the boys), Mixed Signals from Eddie, Eddie has commitment issues, Starts off right with some smut, mentions of drug use, Possessive Eddie!, Smut with plot (kinda), Smut: Oral (Fem Receiving), Fingering, Cum eating, Sex in Eddie's Van, PinV, Riding Eddie in the front seat of his Van, Slight Choking, Dominant Eddie, afab reader

Synopsis: High School is a weird time, especially senior year. Everyone is thinking about college, plans after they graduate, and who they’re going to Prom with. You, however, are always thinking about Eddie Munson and whatever it is you two are. Friends with benefits? Lovers? No strings attached fuckers? Eddie tells all his friends that you two are just “casual,” but, if it’s casual then why does your favorite bra live in his dresser? And, why is he bragging about hitting it to the Hellfire boys when you’re not around?

Based off of the song Casual by Chappell Roan. Also, uh, I don't know anything about campaigns or dnd, please don't come for me. Also this is my first Eddie fic so enjoy!

Word Count: 3.1k

Knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out

Is it casual now?

Two weeks and your mom invites me to her house in Long Beach

Is it casual now?

I know what you tell your friends

It's casual, if it's casual now

Then baby get me off again

If it's casual, it's casual now

"Jesus, fuck, Eddie," you moaned, closing your eyes as your fingers tangled into his hair. He groaned, looking up at you through his lashes. He hummed against you, licking up your folds again as you tugged on his hair harder.

"God, princess, I adore the way you say my name," he mumbled, placing soft kisses against your clit. "It really turns me on," he added before he sucked on your clit gently.

You sighed, resting your head back against the cool passenger window of his van. He repositioned himself gently, hoisting both of your thighs over his shoulders as he moved his tongue up and down your folds. His tongue darted in and out of your core, causing a sharp moan to escape your mouth.

"Eds," you whined, squeezing your thighs against his head tightly. He moaned again, his fingers squeezing your thighs as he looked up at you, continuing to eat you out like you were his favorite meal.

His tongue moved in and out of your core, while his nose pressed against your clit, drawing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Eddie, fuck," you whined, grinding against his face. "I'm gonna cum," you said, pulling his hair tighter. His grip around your thighs tightened, signaling that he had heard you, but he didn't stop. If anything, he just kept going.

He wanted to get you off.

He always wanted to get you off.

After all you were his... girlfriend?

Eddie licked one last stripe up your folds before he went back to sucking on your clit. He moved his dominant hand from your thigh, his slender fingers moving your slick around at your core. He pushed his pointer and middle finger inside of you, pumping them in and out before curling them inside of you.

"Eds," you moaned, grinding against his fingers. "Fuck, please," you whined. He pulled his head away and rested it against your thigh. You looked down at him, the moonlight from outside the van illuminating his face as he looked back at you with his signature smirk.

"Cum for me, princess," he said, leaving wet, sloppy kisses against your thighs. "Let me see what I do to you," he added, kissing his way back to your clit. He left sloppy kisses over your clit and continued to finger fuck you, relishing in the feeling of you clenching around his fingers.

You whined again, your head hitting the window behind you as you came undone on his fingers. You moaned loudly, grinding against his fingers as you rode out your high.

Eddie smirked, removing his fingers from your core, licking your juices off of them before he moved his head back between your thighs. He licked you clean, groaning at the taste of you on his tongue. He left a few more kisses on your thighs before he kissed back up your body, leaving hasty kisses on your lips.

"You taste so fucking good, princess. And, you're all mine," he added, kissing your lips again. You sighed into the kiss, still feeling the effects from your previous orgasm. He kissed down your jaw and to the left side of your neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin there. A groan left your lips as you moved your hand to his head, running your fingers through his hair as he kept kissing and nipping at your neck.

Your other hand ran down his chest and stomach, stopping over his clothed cock. You palmed him slightly through his jeans, a loud moan erupting from his mouth in your left ear.

“Fuck, princess, please,” he begged, moving his hips to grind against your hand. “Need to be inside of you, preferably with you on top,” he added, leaving more kisses along your jaw line.

You whined at his begs, fumbling your hands to undo his belt. He pulled away from you, sitting back in the driver’s seat of his van. He pushed his seat back all the way and undid his belt, tugging his jeans and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free, twitching painfully as it leaked precum.

He fumbled in the glove box, pulling out a condom. He opened it quickly, throwing the wrapper behind him before he grabbed your hands gently, pulling you towards him.

“Come here, beautiful,” he mumbled, allowing you to get comfortable. With your knees on both sides of his thighs, he sighed, pumping his cock a couple of times before he teased your core with it. You sighed, slowing sinking down onto him with a squeak. Once he was fully in you, he moved his hands to your hips, helping to guide you up and down.

“Fuck, Eddie, god, you’re so big,” you babbled, moving to kiss his lips.

“God, you’re boosting my ego again, princess,” he groaned, kissing your lips roughly as he continued to move you up and down on his cock. “And I love it,” he added, resting his head back against the headrest.

“Yeah?” You asked, breathlessly as you kept bouncing on top of him. “You it when I tell you that? How you’re so good with your hands, and your mouth, and your, fuck, and your cock,” you mumbled, leaning down to kiss his neck. You kissed up and down his neck, biting the skin softly.

“Jesus, fuck, you’re going to make me cum if you keep talking like that,” Eddie sighed, twitching inside of you slightly.

You hummed against his neck, biting the skin harder. “Mhm, you should. Cum for me,” you said, “let me see what I can do to you,” you added, mocking him form earlier.

He groaned, squeezing your hips as he thrusted up into you, meeting your movements. After a couple of good thrusts he moaned loudly, releasing into the condom.

“Fuck, princess, god,” he groaned riding out his high. He moved his hand down to where your bodies met and rubbed tight circles on your clit, causing a high pitched moan to escape your lips.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you moaned, feeling your orgasm hit for the second time. Your bounces became sloppy as you clenched around him and released around him for a second time. You sighed, resting your forehead on his shoulder as you sunk back onto him, enjoying the feeling of him being inside of you.

Eddie ran his fingers up your back softly, leaving a couple soft kisses on your temple. You looked over at the clock, “fuck,” you mumbled, moving off of Eddie slowly. “Shit, Eds, it’s 10,” you sighed, quickly moving to the passenger seat as you slid your panties and jeans back on. “I have to get home.”

“Relax,” he sighed, slowly removing the condom. “You’ve never been late with me before, princess.”

You took your normal seat at the Hellfire lunch table, squeezing between Jeff and Gareth. Gareth looked up at you and smiled as he sipped on his Dr. Pepper while Jeff nodded a greeting in your direction.

“No, Eddie, I don’t see how that’s right,” Dustin argued, looking at the character sheet he was working on. “This would totally work!”

“Wrong, child,” Eddie replied, leaning back in his seat at the table. “That’s literally so wrong that it’s comical how you can’t see why it wouldn’t work.” He added, glancing down at the character sheet that was resting on the lunch table. "What do you think, hm?" Eddie asked, directing his attention towards you as you pushed the crappy cafeteria peas around on your lunch tray.

You looked up from your lunch tray, confused. "About?" You asked, searching for more context about the argument between the senior and freshman.

"Eddie thinks my new character design would totally flop in the next campaign," Dustin said, handing you the sheet of paper.

"That's because he's right," Mike piped up from beside he curly haired freshman.

"Mike, I swear to god," Dustin mumbled. "You helped me make this!" Dustin argued, turning to face Mike.

While the two freshmen kept arguing back and forth across the table from you, you glanced at the character sheet in greater detail. You ran your fingers through your hair, pulling it from the left side of your neck to the right side of your neck.

Jeff and Gareth moved closer to you, examining the paper in your hands. As you moved your hair to the opposite side of your neck, Gareth glanced up and caught sight of the three purple marks on the left side your neck. He stopped and slowly looked back at Eddie, who was wearing a smirk as his eyes also caught sight of the three purple marks.

The three hickies, to be specific.

The same three hickies that Eddie had left on your neck the night before. Gareth rolled his eyes at Eddie and looked back at the sheet, leaning closer to you as he examined it.

“You really think this will work, Dustin?” Jeff asked, looking up at the freshmen across the table from you.

“Yeah, man, I’m not so sure,” Gareth added, taking the paper from your hands gently.

You shrugged, peering over Gareth’s shoulder. “I think he has a really good base, he just needs to work on it slightly and tweak it.” You replied, looking up at Dustin. “Don’t let Eddie scare you, he just wants to get in your head."

Dustin looked up at you, also catching sight of the hickies on your neck. "You, uh, you really think so?" He asked, trying not to make it obvious that he was staring at your neck.

“Yeah, a couple tweaks here and there and you’ll be fine,” you nodded, reassuring him and you went back to your food.

All the boys at the table that had noticed the marks on your neck made eye contact with Eddie, who proceeded to sit there with this dumb smirk on his face.

A smirk that read: Yeah, I made those. Are you jealous?

You looked down at your watch and sighed, “shit, I have to go. I have to actually pretend I care about my school work.” You said, standing up from your seat. “Bye, guys. Dustin, I’ll try to help you with that character sheet later if you want,” you nodded before you grabbed your bag and lunch tray and were off in the direction of the school library.

Soon after you excused yourself from the table, Mike and Dustin followed; they both had excuses about needing to get to their next class early.

After most people had left, Gareth looked at Eddie and raised an eyebrow. “So, like, are you dating yet or what’s the deal here?”

“Yeah, how much longer do we just have to pretend that we know you’re fucking but have to hide it?” Jeff added.

“Relax. It’s just casual,” Eddie replied, shrugging as he munched on some pretzels from his lunch.

“Right,” Gareth nodded, looking in the direction you went. “Those were.. new, weren’t they?” He asked, redirecting his attention to Eddie.

“Hell yeah, man, last night.” Eddie bragged. “We drove to Lover’s Lake and had some fun.”

Gareth and Jeff rolled their eyes, exchanging a look with each other.

“Just causal?” Jeff asked, looking at Eddie.

“Yeah, strictly causal,” he replied, nodding with a smirk.

“Damn,” Gareth said, “you better hope no one asks her on a date, then.”

You knocked on the door of Eddie’s trailer, waiting for him to answer. When he finally answered the door he looked up at you and smirked, “well, hello there, wasn’t expecting you to come over tonight,” he said, leaning against the door with a smirk. "Not that I'm complaining at all."

“Hey, Eds,” you smiled, looking at him. “Can I come in? I think I left my bra here the last time we uh, smoked,” you said, lying.

“Oh, but of course, princess,” he said, stepping to the side. He allowed you in and you walked into his room, going towards his dresser.

He followed after you, watching as you moved around his room. “What do you need this bra for? I was enjoying having it in my collection,” he smirked, walking towards you.

You hummed, picking it up. “It’s my favorite and I have a date tonight,” you said, shrugging. Eddie stopped behind you, looking at you.

“A date?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “With who?” He asked, getting defensive. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at you, demanding an answer.

“Andy,” you replied. “I needed my favorite push up bra to help show off the goods. Thanks!” You said, walking past him. He grabbed your arm and stopped you, pulling you back towards him gently.

“With Andy? But, what about us?” He asked, looking at you.

You shrugged, “we’re causal,” you said, the word coming off as bitter. “I mean, that’s what you’re telling all the guys, right? So, I might as well try to find a guy that wants commitment and wants to be exclusive.”

He stopped, looking at you. “Come on, princess, that doesn’t mean you have to go on a date with Andy,” he argued, the grip on your arm tightening.

“You’re right,” you said, “but, maybe I want something that’s more than just casual.” You added, looking up at Eddie. “Maybe I want to feel like I’m a person instead of a fuck toy.” You took a step away from him and began to walk back towards the front door. “Clearly, we don’t see this, whatever it is, going the same place… so why continue to do this?” You asked, looking up at Eddie.

"Why not continue to do it?" He asked, stepping towards you again as he towered over you.

You looked up at him and shrugged, "I want a boyfriend, not a fuck buddy. I want commitment. And, it seems like you don't care about me," you replied.

"You don't seem to complain about commitment when I'm getting you off," Eddie smirked, looking at you. "Besides, you're mine, you can't just go off to another guy."

"I'm yours?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. "I don't recall ever being asked to be yours." You shrugged.

Eddie groaned, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulled you flush to his body. "I didn't have to ask," he growled, leaning in closer to you. "You're mine," he repeated, kissing your lips roughly.

You groaned into the kiss, kissing him back as you wrapped your arms around his neck, dropping the bra to the ground. He pushed you down on the bed, pinning you down without breaking the kiss. He pulled away from the kiss and kissed up and down you're neck.

"You're mine, all of you. You belong to me." He groaned, squeezing your ass as he continued to kiss up and down your neck. "Now, say it," he mumbled, grinding his hips into yours.

"I'm yours," you mumbled, groaning at the feeling of his hips against yours. You closed your eyes gently and bucked your hips up against his.

"Louder," he said, pulling away from your neck. He wrapped his hand around your neck gently, forcing you to look at him. "Say it louder." He growled.

You opened your eyes, looking up at him, "I'm yours," you replied, struggling to catch your breath as he squeezed his hand around your neck a bit harder, the cool rings on his fingers pressing against the sensitive skin of your neck. "I'm yours," you breathed out louder.

"Good girl," he said, releasing his grip around your neck. "Now, shut up, stop talking back to me and let me make you feel good, princess," he said, yanking your pants and panties down.

You sighed, laying back on the bed as Eddie threw your pants and panties back behind him. He hoisted your thighs up over his shoulders and licked up and down your folds, causing a small moan to escape your lips.

“You’re mine,” he said, licking up and down your folds again. He squeezed your thighs gently, looking up at you as he placed soft kisses against your clit.

“I’m the only one that is allowed to do this, to have you, to make you feel good,” he said between kisses against your clit. "I'm the only one that gets to taste you," he added, sucking on your clit roughly.

You groaned, looking down at him as you moved your hand to his hair, pushing his head down. You tugged on his shaggy hair, moving your hips against his face.

He groaned against you, looking up at you as he moved his tongue to your core, thrusting it in and out of you. He caught your eyes, pulling you closer to him, eating you desperately.

Eddie's fingers dug into the plush skin of your thighs, creating subtle bruises from his nails and the rings that were scattered across his digits. You moaned at the feeling, throwing your head back against the pillow as you continued to grind against his face.

"Fuck, Eddie," you sighed, moaning so loud you swore the neighbors in his trailer park heard. And if they did? Well, he didn't care. He wanted people to know you were his. "God, fuck, I'm yours," you moaned out. "I'm yours and you're mine. No one else is allowed to do this. Allowed to have me. Allowed to make me feel so good. No one, fuck, no one else can taste me," you babbled on, feeling your high begin to build. "Only you, only your tongue, only your fingers, only your cock," you continued, moaning loudly as you clenched around nothing, releasing on his tongue and face.

Eddie groaned at your words, licking your juices up as he looked up at you. Once he was finished, he left kisses on your thighs, resting his head on your lower stomach.

"Fine, okay." He said softly, looking up at you. "Truth is, I'm terrified of commitment, but, I also don't want to lose you. I do care about you, and I do want to be with you. So, I guess, will you... be my girlfriend?" He asked, you looked down at him and smiled softly, running your fingers through his hair softly.

"Yeah," you said softly, smiling at him as you pulled him up to kiss his face. You left a soft kiss on his lips. "I'll be your girlfriend."

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ihaveanaxe · 9 months ago

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Everyone’s talking about the Honda Odyssey scene and “knee deep in the passenger seat” but

IS NO ONE GOING TO TALK ABOUT HOW “Two weeks, and your mom invites me to her house on Long Beach” IS LITERALLY THE ENDING OF THE MOVIE??? HELLO???

#deadpool & wolverine #deadpool and wolverine #deadpool #Wolverine #poolverine #peanutbub

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verstappensrealwife · 10 months ago

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Casual (Part 1 of 2) - Lando Norris x Reader

[max verstappen masterlist / lando norris masterlist / f1 masterlist]

ʚɞ in which... lando can't give her what she wants, but max can. ʚɞ smut, angst ⋆⭒˚.⋆ 1600 words ʚɞ warnings: lando=ENEMY #1, brief MV1 x reader right at the end, smut(oral fem!recieve), fwb except they’re barely friends…

PART 2 HERE

My friends call me a loser 'Cause I'm still hanging around I've heard so many rumors That I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch I thought you thought of me better Someone you couldn't lose You said, "We're not together" So now when we kiss, I have anger issues

Your friends had warned you about him, their voices laced with concern and frustration. They saw what you couldn't—or perhaps refused to see. What did they know? Clearly more than you…

You always went back to Lando Norris. Each time, you convinced yourself that this time would be different. That he'd finally see you the way you saw him. But every encounter ended the same: the dreaded "We're not together… it's only casual," followed by a kiss so passionate it blurred the lines between love and pain.

It made you furious, the way he toyed with your heart, dangling hope just out of reach. Yet, against your better judgment, you returned to him, surrendering to the illusion of affection. Each kiss, each touch, was a cruel reminder of what could never be. The cycle was a slow burn, eroding your self-worth with every fleeting moment of his attention.

In the quiet of your room, the weight of his words crushed you, leaving behind an ache that no kiss could ever heal. And still, you’d find yourself going back, lost in the hope that one day, maybe, he’d change his mind. But deep down, a part of you knew: some things, some people, never change.

You said, "Baby, no attachment" But we're Knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out Is it casual now? Two weeks and your mom invites me to her house on Long Beach Is it casual now? I know what you tell your friends It's casual, if it's casual now Then baby, get me off again If it's casual, it's casual now

You’d met his parents, shared laughter around their dinner table, and walked through the rooms of their family home. Those moments had felt like glimpses into a future you yearned for, yet he never craved you in the way you did for him. The warmth of their acceptance was a cruel contrast to the cold reality of his indifference.

Now, in the cramped footwell of your car, parked in a dingy, deserted lot, he was devouring you with a fervor that belied his emotional detachment. His tongue flickered and vibrated against your clit, his moans echoing in the confined space. The raw pleasure was a stark contrast to the sterile, unfeeling nature of your relationship.

“Fuck, fuck! Lando, you're so good at this—” you gasped, your body arching in response to his skillful movements. “I’m all yours,” you breathed, the words slipping out as a desperate plea for a connection that went beyond the physical.

After you’d finished, the euphoria fading, he climbed out of the compressed space on your car floor. The air between you felt heavy with unspoken truths. He didn't say much, just the bare minimum, as if to avoid breaking the fragile illusion you clung to.

“I’ll get an Uber,” he mumbled, his phone already in hand, the app open. It stung—he hadn’t even planned to stay.

You hummed quietly, a sound barely louder than a sigh, and he hopped out of the car, giving you a tight-lipped smile that felt more like an apology than a goodbye. The door shut with a finality that echoed in the silence. You huffed gently, the weight of disappointment pressing on your chest, and turned the keys, the engine roaring to life as you drove away, the emptiness in the passenger seat a stark reminder of his absence.

Dumb love, I love being stupid Dream of us in a year Maybe we'd have an apartment And you'd show me off to your friends at the pier

You often found yourself lost in thoughts of a different future, imagining a day where he loved you openly, where you weren't a secret kept from the public eye. In these dreams, he didn't rush you out of his apartment after a night spent together; instead, he held you close in the morning light, his embrace lingering with a sense of permanence.

You envisioned a future where you might move in together, sharing a space that was yours as much as his. In your mind's eye, you saw him introducing you to his friends proudly, not as an awkward afterthought. You imagined gatherings where you were welcomed, not just tolerated because you'd been accidentally caught post-intimacy in his driver’s room.

The reality, though, was a stark contrast. Max and Carlos had stumbled upon you once, the awkwardness palpable, and since then, any potential friendships had withered before they could begin. You never really met Max or Carlos after that, except for those few, brief encounters in stores, where you'd exchange polite smiles and hurried conversations, pretending the memories didn’t hang heavy in the air.

I know what you tell your friends It's casual, if it's casual now

After that incident, Lando had—of course—kicked you straight out of the room, leaving you to wander the paddock alone. The sense of isolation was crushing, each step echoing the emptiness you felt inside. As you scurried away, you couldn’t help but overhear his conversation with Max and Carlos. Their voices carried through the air, each word a dagger to your already wounded heart.

You caught a glimpse of their faces as you slipped past them, their expressions a mix of pity and discomfort. The look in their eyes only deepened your humiliation.

“It’s just casual,” Lando's voice was dismissive, almost careless. “I don’t like her like that… she’s just a good time, I guess.”

The words hung in the air, each one a brutal confirmation of your worst fears. You felt a sting of tears welling up but forced them back, swallowing the lump in your throat. The pain of his indifference was almost unbearable, a stark reminder of the chasm between your feelings and his.

It's hard being casual When my favorite bra lives in your dresser It's hard being casual When I'm on the phone talking down your sister

He’d insisted you leave clothes at his house, especially your underwear—the ones he liked on you. Sometimes, he would insist you put them on for him when you were at his place. In those moments, it made you feel special, as if leaving a part of yourself behind in his space meant something significant. Maybe it meant nothing...

You grew close with his sisters, exchanging likes on social media posts and sending each other TikToks you thought the other would enjoy. It was a small but cherished connection that made you feel more integrated into his life.

One evening, during a video call with his sister, she hesitated before asking, "Are you and Lando official?" Her eyes held a softness, a knowing look that seemed to carry the weight of unspoken truths.

Before you could respond, Lando snatched the phone from his sister’s hand, abruptly ending the call. Her expression lingered in your mind—an empathetic sadness that hinted at her understanding of your unreciprocated feelings. You sat in your apartment, staring at the blank homescreen, the silence around you suddenly overwhelming. The quiet was filled with the echoes of all the things left unsaid, the unacknowledged reality of your relationship with Lando.

And I try to be the chill girl that Holds her tongue and gives you space I try to be the chill girl but Honestly, I'm not I know what you tell your friends Baby, get me off again

That night, Lando messaged you, saying he needed space. The words stung, but you left him on read. Minutes later, another text came through, asking if you got his last message. All you replied with was, "Yes."

A few days passed in a haze of silence and self-doubt. Then, his name popped up on your phone again, asking to take you out. The pattern was all too familiar. You knew how it would end: not with a romantic evening, but with you in his apartment, the same empty routine of physical intimacy followed by a lonely departure at dawn.

Despite everything, you would’ve said yes again and again, caught in the cycle of hope and heartache. But this time, as you were about to respond, a new notification appeared at the top of the screen.

“Maxverstappen1 has requested to follow you.” “Maxverstappen1 has requested to message you.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Max, with his quiet confidence and genuine smiles, was a stark contrast to Lando’s fleeting attentions. You thought back to the brief conversations in stores, the way Max's eyes seemed to hold a depth of understanding, a kindness that Lando never showed. He had always treated you with respect, even in those short interactions, and now he was reaching out.

Curiosity and a spark of something you hadn’t felt in a long time—hope—bubbled up inside you. You hesitated for only a moment before accepting his follow request and opening his message.

“Hey, I hope you’re doing well. I was wondering if you’d like to grab a coffee sometime?”

The simplicity and sincerity of his message were refreshing. Max wasn’t playing games; he wasn’t hiding you or keeping you at arm’s length. As you read his words, you realized how much you craved that kind of straightforward, genuine connection.

In that moment, you knew you’d rather be with someone like Max—someone who saw you as more than just a fleeting distraction. You typed out a response, feeling a sense of anticipation and relief wash over you.

“Hi Max, I’d love to. When are you free?”

did you love it did you love it did you love it should i make a part 2 for max did you love it hello???

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lilywalkers · 10 months ago

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you said, “baby, no attachment” BUT WE'RE KNEE DEEP in the PASSENGER SEAT and you're eating me out, IS IT CASUAL NOW?? two weeks !! and your mom invites me !! to her house in long beach !! IS IT CASUAL NOW?!?!

#ceri talks ₊˚ෆ #chappell roan #chappell roan lyrics #casual #casual lyrics #chappell roan casual #casual chappell roan #the rise and fall of a midwest princess

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manariee · 2 months ago

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CASUAL? ੭ 심재윤

𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘? ───── Two weeks, and your mom invites me to her house on Long Beach. Is it casual now?

𝒮 심재윤 & fem!reader wc: 3.3k cw: fluffy scenes, kissing, touches, Jake being a clueless idiot, y/n keeps hurting herselff, angst

𝓜 anas notes: omg finally. I'd like to first apologize for how long this took, I know the fic in general isn't that long but school was kicking my ass since I missed 3 days. also thank you to @saemisic for watching me crash out like a idiot.

It started innocently enough, two friends who enjoyed each other's company, no strings attached. You'd hang out, share a meal, talk about anything and everything, and maybe end the night with a drunken kiss or two - nothing more, nothing less.

You should have known better when Jake’s hands brushed against yours during casual exchanges, the touches never quite enough to be considered intimate but always lingering, making you feel like you were the only person in the room. He would smile that easy, cocky grin and lean in just a little too close. Always enough to make your heart race.

You weren’t naïve. You knew what you were getting into. He was like that — charming, easygoing, and effortlessly cool. You were drawn to him like gravity, even though part of you could feel the tug of something deeper that you tried to ignore. You weren’t supposed to be falling for him. Not when he’d made it so clear that he wasn’t looking for anything serious.

But you didn’t mind, or maybe you did and just didn’t want to admit it.

The sun shone brightly, and the cool waves of the ocean came up onto the beach. You were surrounded by a few friends, laughing and splashing each other as you all stood in just deep enough water so the water reached your hips. Everything felt so easy, so carefree. Jake appeared out of nowhere, splashing towards you with a mischievous grin.

''You look like you're having fun.'' he said, his voice loud like the sound of the waves and the friends around you.

''Hey!'' you laughed, stumbling back a little as the water splashed you. You tried to splash him back, but he was faster, moving with ease as he dodged you.

''Come on, don't be so serious!'' he teased, splashing again. This time tho, you went stumbling back, almost falling before his hand landed on your waist to steady you.

The touch was casual, but too intimate. His fingers splayed across your waist, and for a split second, you felt the heat of his hand despite the cool water. You froze, caught in the way how perfectly his palm fit against the soft curve of your waist. It was more than just casual for you.

''Careful..'' he murmured, voice a tad bit shakier but you didn't notice, you were too busy trying to shift away so he wouldn't hear how your heart was practically jumping in your chest. But failed at doing so.

Jake didn't seem to notice, or maybe he was pretending not to. He smiled, eyes glinting with a hint of playfulness as he pushed away that strange feeling. What? Don't want me touching you?'' he teased, his voice light as if the moment had been completely innocent.

''Didn't say that.'' you replied, voice quiet and casual as you looked away, focusing on the waves instead of how his touch made your heart skip a beat.

Jake gave you a skeptical look before his grin softened as he leaned closer. ''You sure?'' he said, his voice low and teasing. And maybe a hint of something else.

Before you could answer tho, the moment was interrupted as a friend jumped into the water with a loud splash, startling you both. Your shoulders raised and his hands instinctively came to your waist to turn you to the other side, as if shielding you. Your eyes widened as you looked up, his wavy hair wet from the splash and his face close, too close as his fingers lingered. But he quickly pulled away and splashed back towards the friend, laughing as if nothing ever happened.

It was one of those late summer-time evenings when the sun hadn't set and the city-street was full of life. You and Jake were out with a couple of friends, looking for something to eat after hanging out all day. The street was full of street-food vendors. You and Jake stopped at the tteok-bokki stand as your friends wandered off to the hotteok one, leaving the both of you standing in line. He pointed towards the board with various options.

''I'm telling you, the spicy ones are the best.'' Jake said, putting a hand over his chest for dramatic effects.

You rolled your eyes out of amusement, laughing afterwards. ''Yeah sure, I'll believe it once I'm crying my eyes out and chugging down like 10 bottles of water.''

Jake just grinned, nudging you playfully. ''I'll be there to help you out.''

Once you two had reached the front of the line Jake asked for his usual spicy ones while ordering the mild spiced ones for you. The old lady grinned and prepared the food for the two of you.

''You two are so cute together, reminds me of my husband and I when we were young.''

Your eyes widened, a confused chuckle leaving your face as you were about to correct but Jake spoke up before you even got the chance to.

''You think so?''

You blinked in confusion, turning towards him as he grinned, hands in his pockets while the lady nodded. ''Of course! You two seem so comfortable together, plus the fact you knew her order.''

You shot Jake a quick, almost panicked glance, unsure of what to say. He seemed unfazed, his grin widening as he took the skewers from the woman. ''Gotta know how to treat your lady am I right?''

He then turned towards you, handing you your cup before paying, you were so fazed by the incident you didn't notice how he took your hand and walked off. Your eyes widened as you stopped him. ''I need to pay!''

He grinned, looking back at you. ''What kind of a man would I be if I only paid for my food? That's no way to treat my lady.''

You were lying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling while the TV played some random channel. You couldn't help but feel the flutter in your stomach each time you thought about the words he said ''That's no way to treat my lady.'' Must've meant nothing to him, or that's what you were trying to convince yourself

There was no way in hell he liked you. That's just how he was. Playful, energetic, being able to say words without them holding any deep meaning. That was it. He was like that with everyone. Though he didn't play along being someone's boyfriend, he didn't let his fingers linger on somebody's waist. You groaned and flipped to your stomach, feeling utterly delusional. You two had known each other for like two decades, maybe it had become a habit.

You sat up and stayed seated there for a few more minutes before your phone buzzed. From Jake's number.

Hey noona, Jungwon here. Hyung is preeetyyy wasted so you think you can pick him up?>.<'

You sighed and started typing

Send me the location and I'll be there. Oh and you need some money for the ride back?

And then a location was sent, of course, the same old bar.

Ah no, I'll be leaving with a few friends, thank you for the offer tho! Oh and once again, thank youu for coming to pick hyung up, he's nuts when drunk.

The walk to the bar wasn't far, it was only 5 minutes from your place, being about 8 from his. Once you saw the neon lights shining in contrast to the other places nearby, you knew that was it. Even from a mile away you could spot it. You walked towards it and saw how Jake was leaning onto Jungwon for life. Poor Jungwon, his friends were eyeing him and once you came he couldn't stop thanking you.

Jake had one arm draped over your shoulder as your arm was wrapped around his waist. You took slow and steady steps. He was so wasted. Face flushed, words slurred, barely hanging on. But still he managed to joke around.

''You're overreacting.. M'not even done with my regular yet..''

You rolled your eyes, amused by his denial. ''Mhm sure.''

You continued dragging him across the street, his nose now brushing against your shoulder as he murmured, voice barely over a whisper.

''You smell nice..''

You were caught off guard, not knowing what to do or how to reply so you brushed it off with an awkward chuckle. ''Weirdo.''

He hummed, on the verge of passing out as you neared his place. ''We're almost there, just hang on okay?''

Thankfully his building elevator was working this time. because you were not going to take him 17 floors. Lie, you would IF the elevator was out of service of course.

You turned on the light swtich, finger sliding down the switch to make the lights dim before shifting your focus back to him. You took easy and slow steps before lowering him onto the couch, his eyes closed and face flushed. You gently fixed the bangs covering his eyes before sighing and turning. A firm grip enveloped around your wrist, you turned to see Jake looking at you with pleading eyes, his eyes barely open but he looked desperate

''Don't leave..''

Your breath hitched, his grip becoming firmer around your wrist. You wanted to explain that you were just gonna look for some hangover medicine but were too tranced to do that. He sat up, pulling you closer until he pulled you down to straddle him , one hand holding yours and the other coming up to your face.

''You have such pretty eyes..''

Your eyes widened, heat creeping up to your face. If it were any other person, you'd thank them with a smile, you weren't the shy type. But when it came to him? You clearly were. You didn't even notice the way he had subtly leaned in and softly pressed his lips against yours.

It wasn't your first kiss with him, but this one seemed different. It was as if the world around you two had stopped, his other hand coming up to your face too. The kiss wasn't lustful. Sure it was needy in some kind of way but sweet. Almost too sweet. The way his lips moved against yours, the way he leaned over.

You knew this was dangerous, that it would make things only harder for you. But how could you stop? How when he had looked at you like that, like you were the only thing that mattered? You felt your heart race, thoughts starting to blur as you slid your hands up to his shoulders. It was a mix of hesitation and need.

His lips moved with a tenderness you didn't expect, almost as if he was holding onto something fragile. You could feel the warmth of his breath, his hands on your waist. It made your chest tighten, and you couldn't tell if it was the intensity of the kiss or the weight of the situation that was overwhelming you.

''Jake..'' you whispered, your voice barely audible against his lips, unsure of what to do. He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes.

His gaze was full of something you had never seen. It was purely raw. ''I don't want you to go..'' he muttered again, his voice rough and his thumbs tracing small circles on your waist, sending shivers down your spine.

There was desperation in his eyes, as if it would be the end of the world if you let go, that look made your chest ache. You wanted to pull away, to protect yourself from this mess. But every nerve in your body was screaming to stay, to not overthink. That you belonged right there.

You let out a soft sigh, your body leaning into his and the rest? It unfolded like a quiet surrender. His arm tightened around you, pulling you closer as if he couldn't bear to let you go. His breath was warm against your neck, lips grazing your skin as he whispered your name.

''I don't want you to leave..'' he murmured, voice strained as he closed his eyes, his grip on you tightening for a moment as if trying to make sure you were there.

''I'm not going anywhere.'' you whispered back, voice thick with hidden emotions. The words felt real - because you knew, you never wanted to leave.

You found yourself yet at another party and you could feel the tension between you and Jake more than ever. The club was packed, lights shining in every direction and music blasting everywhere. You were standing at the bar, holding a glass of water, head throbbing in pain.

And then, as always, Jake appeared next to you, the faint scent of cologne drifted with him. He flashed you that grin that never failed to make your heart flutter.

''Water huh?'' his voice was playful, teasing, but there was a hint of something else you couldn't quite put a finger on. ''Isn't this a party?''

You looked at him, sighing. ''I have my reasons. You're not drinking either tho.'' you pointed out, raising a eyebrow.

He shrugged, hands in his pockets, God he looked so effortlessly cool. ''I'm taking it easy tonight.''

You knew he was lying. Jake was never the type of guy to stop moving, whether if it were a stage or a crowd like this. But you never called it out on him. You enjoyed it, you were quite like that too.

You and Jake stood side by side, chatting quietly as the night unfolded around you. His arm brushed against yours every now and then, like it was completely accidental, but it didn’t feel accidental at all. You could feel the heat from his skin every time.

You tried to focus on the conversation. The music was loud, but you managed to make out his words, his voice vibrating in your chest like a low hum.

"Do you like these kinds of parties?" he asked, eyes glinting with amusment.

You thought about it for a moment. ''Right now? Not really.'' you admitted. ''But it seems like you're having the time of your life.''

Jake laughed, the sound effortless. "Yeah, I guess I do. But it’s different with you here," he said, his eyes meeting yours, his tone shifting just slightly, making your stomach flutter.

You felt the world around you blur as his gaze held yours for just a beat too long, and for a split second, the noise, the flashing lights, everything seemed to disappear. His words ''different with you here'' hung in the air between you, but neither of you acknowledged it aloud.

Instead, the music shifted, a new song blasted through the speakers, and Jake reached for your hand, interwining his fingers through yours. The touch was light, almost unnoticable, but there was no mistaking it for what it was.

"Come on," he said, tugging you gently toward the center of the room where the crowd had gathered to dance. "Let’s have some fun."

You hesitated for a moment. The hand holding yours felt warm, but there was something in his casualness that made you question everything.

This is casual, right?

You swallowed hard and let him pull you into the crowd, the headache long forgotten.

The next few hours passed in a haze of flashing lights, loud music, and the pull of Jake’s presence. Every so often, his hand would find its way to your lower back, guiding you through the packed space, but never pulling you too close.

The crowd was crowded, bodies pressed together. People dancing and having the time of their lives. Normally you would have loved a party like this, but something was wrong today, and Jake seemed to have caught on. So he stayed close.

At one point, he pulled you in just a little too close, his chest brushing against yours as you both danced to the beat. You felt his breath against your ear, the warmth of his body so near, and yet, the way he acted—it was as if none of it meant anything more than the music that surrounded you.

"Having fun?" His voice was a whisper, sending a shiver down your spine.

You nodded, pretending you were. Pretending that the weight of his touch didn’t make you feel things you weren’t ready to admit. "Yeah, it’s fine."

Jake’s smile grew wider, and for a moment, you almost thought you saw something in his eyes—something deeper, something that maybe even he was trying to hide. But then he pulled away, his fingers lingering a moment too long on your wrist before letting go, slipping back into the crowd.

The night dragged on, and you felt like you were losing your mind. Jake was quite literally everywhere. Sometimes startling you with a touch on your shoulder, leaning down to whisper a teasing comment just for you two hear. Everything seemed too casual. And you realized it was never gonna be enough for you, that you were finally being selfish for once.

At one point, you found yourself standing at the edge of the balcony, trying to get a breath of fresh air. The noise from inside the club was muffled here, the cool night air hitting your skin, but it did little to calm the storm in your chest.

"Hey," Jake’s voice came from behind you, soft, like he was trying to avoid startling you.

You turned to face him, and for a moment, the world outside the club felt far away, as if it were just you and him, standing there, the city lights twinkling below you. He was standing close, just enough so that you could feel the warmth radiating off of him, but not enough to make it feel like anything more than another casual encounter.

"Are you okay?" Jake asked, his voice quiet now, the casualness slipping away for the briefest second.

You should have told him the truth. You should have told him how you felt, how his every touch left you wanting more, how his every word made you ache for something you couldn’t even name. But you didn’t. You didn’t want to ruin it—whatever this was.

"I'm fine," you lied, smiling a little too brightly. "Just needed some air."

Jake looked at you for a long moment, his eyes narrowing slightly, like he could see right through you. But then he shrugged, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "Alright. Well, you know where to find me if you need anything."

You nodded, watching as he turned to walk back inside. But just before he disappeared into the crowd, he glanced back over his shoulder, his eyes locking with yours.

And for the first time tonight, you saw it—the flicker of something more in his gaze. It was quick, almost imperceptible, but you caught it.

Maybe it wasn’t just casual for him either.

The rest of the night passed in a blur. You tried to ignore the growing discomfort in your chest, the way your heart ached when you thought about Jake’s lingering touches, his moments of closeness. But by the end of the night, the truth was unavoidable.

You couldn’t keep pretending.

As the party began to wind down, you found yourself at the exit, the cool air hitting you like a slap to the face. You had to leave. You had to stop pretending that this thing between you and Jake was nothing.

You turned on your heel, heading out the door, the sound of the music fading behind you.

But just before you could leave, Jake’s voice stopped you, calling your name.

You turned, and there he was, standing a few feet away, looking almost… confused.

"I thought you were having fun," he said, his voice quieter than usual, almost vulnerable.

You shook your head, the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "I can’t keep doing this, Jake. This... whatever this is. It’s not casual for me anymore. It never was."

His face fell, but he didn’t move, didn’t try to stop you as you walked away from him. Maybe he couldn’t.

And maybe that was the problem. Maybe this all was just casual for him.

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