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[crybyemissamericanpie]

Pops would fucking hate you - Felix Catton x Masc!Reader

Pops would fucking hate you - Felix Catton x Masc!Reader

i had to rewrite this like 2 times,and i still dont like it but it is what it is

TW:Small fluff,Part-Nudity,Homophobia,Sexual theme meantions, cursing, smoking, meantion of alcohol,daddy issues(lol),overthinking

"My pops would fucking hate you"You humble out with a small smile,head layed on the cold wall,as you stare at the ceiling,feet slowly swinging in the air,sometimes hitting the bedframe, some old song playing in the background

"Oh really?Sounds a bit homophobic innit'?"Your boyfriend humbles back a small chuckle leaving his lips,as he tunes the tabs on his guitar which was in his lap

"that's probably the case"You sigh out,fidgeting with the half-smoked cig between your fingers

Your dad was never really the human rights guy,i mean he was a white middle aged cis straight man,he had no reason to be protesting and support as it doesn't affect him nor his family,or at least thats what he always said until,when you were 10 you and your guy best friend at the time were giggling about how would it feel like to be kissed,so you both find out with each other,it was just a small peck

And that would be just that but as your usual english walls,they were really fucking thin and your father in the other room could hear everything.he never told anyone or mention it to you,it was just the way he looked at you after you came in his room for a charger

The room falls silence for a moment,the guys voice on the record player starts again after instruments,not an awkward silence nor a comforting one.You put the cig between your lips and took a hit,feeling it go to your core,as you get goosebumps from the open window that none of you would bother closing,then you blew the smoke,out and watch it disappear into thin air

Felix stringing a few notes was the one who took you out of your own thoughts.”it doesnt matter,we fucking hate him either way”The boy snarks out,a small comforting smile on his face.This wasnt the first time you talked to Felix about your dad,you both went through the trauma dumping on the second date.You didnt know how to feel about your dad,i mean he was your father at the end of the day,and youve had mostly forgotten about him since you came to uni,but sometimes he would just appear in your mind.

“good point”You look at felix,his tender smile,make every girl and boy melt.It was definitely an experience dating the heartthrob of Oxford.He was new to long term relationships so of course sometimes you'd argue about some stupid girl flirting with him at the local pub and he didn't try to stop her or anything,maybe he was a bit right,maybe you could be a bit jealous,but he doesn't need to know that you kinda agree with him on that

“I think my parents wouldn't believe me if i told them that im dating you”said felix,stroking a few strings on his guitar,like he was about to sing a love song.”i mean like..not even me dating but like dating someone amazing like you”He says as he doesnt break his eye contact with the strings of the guitar,his smile could even be heard from his voice

“yeah sure”You chuckle a bit at his statement,not convinced at all.You take another blunt from the cig.”its true,they probably think that im having sex with girls right now”He says,as he sits up more,looking at you blowing the smoke out of the cig.”i mean..you were in the start of the term”You tease,with a small smirk,as you smear the cig on the glass cig dispenser,next to you on the small table

Felix scoffs,sassily”well that was at the start of the term,before i met you!”he says,both of his eyebrows perked up as he leaned a beat closer,then let himself fall back on the pillows which were leaned on the frame of the bed.

A smirk on your face as you see your boyfriend get a bit worked up”i cant argue with that”You choose to not tease him this time with it”I think my dad knows that im fucking a boy”You wonder,you knew that your dad.Felix hm’d in response,his attention on the guitar again

Silence fills between the two of you only the rain hitting the grass and the vinyls instruments filling up your ears,,as you look at the window,where the now very cold breeze was coming you see that it's raining,water coming on the edge of the window.felix's eyes follow your gaze and he puts the guitar next to you on the bed and gets up and closes the window,his shirt getting rain on it

You overthink a bit of what if he is now upset that you said that your fucking a boy,not actually dating one,Felix was sensitive despite his personality that he puts out,before you wanted to apologize he was taking his shirt off,his muscles beautiful,then he pulls his pants and boxer off in one go,grabbing a new pair of boxer which you guessed was his pajamas.its not like it was the first time you have seen him naked of course,but you cant help but admire everytime.

As Felix straightens up and you start”i'm sorry”You whisper out,hoping you wouldn't have to repeat it,felix looks puzzled”for what?”He asks his voice soft as he walks back to the bed putting the guitar next to his nightstand,sitting down next to you also laying his back against the cold wall

“for saying that i only have sex with you”You mumble out, staring at your socks,as you rest your chin against your knees,he was much more than that to you,much more that you couldn't even put it to words.you wanted to prove it and continue your words but when you would start Felix,puts his hand on your back,with a comforting smile”i know you didn't mean it that way”He says,his eyes glimmering at you,like you were a the last drop of water on planet earth and he have been thirsting for over 1 month

You can't help but smile at his words,making you feel better that you didn't offend him,he never liked when you over thinked.You straighten your legs,then hug him,burying your face in his bare chest,he wrapped his arms around your body,kissing the hair on your head,with a smile,you can feel his fingers drawing shapes on your clothed back.You look up at him,faces close that you could still feel the cheap beer of his lips

“i love you so much”He whispers,it was easy for him to say that,like it was the most simple words in the words,with no meaning behind them.”i want to have you for the rest of my life,have a family and move into a small farm house”He says,his brown eyes tickling,as he stares into yours,you can't help but chuckle as a big smile washes on your face”i know it's..like really early but i know,i feel it”Felix said.he had big plans,and you were one of them.

“i know…i hope too”You say,voice shooting as you give a small peck to his lips,then his lips falls onto yours for a longer kiss,and you don't hesitate to kiss back,lips pressed together as you were 2 pieces of a puzzle.

[boypied]

the boy next door

[friends boyfriend] nate jacobs x male reader

summary: an affair between you and maddie's boyfriend has been going on for some time now. you regularly sneak around his house since you're neighbours. you know he only sees you as a 'cum sock' but you don't care.

wc: 1.4k

notes: MDNI, FDNI, dominant nate, submissive reader, degrading, cheating, rough sex, choking, spit, unprotected sex, gay slurs.

You lay down in your bed thinking about how much of a bad friend you are, simply because you've been sleeping with Nate... your bestfriends boyfriend. You couldn't bare face Maddie knowing that she would be able to tell that something was wrong just by the look on your face and how strange your body language would be with her, plus Nate is your neighbour so it's double risky; you can't be caught by Maddie or his parents. It all started in a bathroom, at the New years Eve party, that everyone was at. You were both drunk, and one thing led to another and his cock was buried deep inside your ass giving you the pounding of a lifetime, he didn't even bother to wear a condom. Normally, you'd force whoever you were going to be having sex with to wear a condom but with him... you just didn't care. Your mind went completely numb and blank from just a simple touch from Nate. The majority of people knew that you've had a crush on Nate because of how alarmingly obvious it was, but when he got with Maddie, everyone probably just thought that you'd get over it since you should be happy for her.

You pick up your phone nervously as you prepare yourself to text Maddie and confess everything to her until you stop yourself as a message from Nate pops up. "Come over." is all it says, and you immediately sneak over to his like a lost puppy, Nate has you pracially on a leash, so he knows that he has all the control over you. Once you make it into his room, he stands there in nothing but his boxers revealing his toned muscular body that you love so much, "get naked, fag." Nate grunts out and you immediately begin stripping off naked, "y-yes sir." You mumble out as you reveal your body to him as you gently and seductively pull down your underwear while facing the other way so that your plump ass gets exposed to his first. Nate watches, and he gently bites down on his lower lip as he watches how your hips sway side to side until you step out of your underwear and kicking them to the side turning back round to face Nate, you both walk closer to each other closing the gap that was between the two of you.

Nate wraps his veiny hands around your neck tightening his grip while his other hand travels round to grip the back of your head pulling your hair causing your head to jolt up and look him in the eyes, you stare in his eyes that immediately cause you to fold and become submissive completely under his control. "I love that I'm your secret.... and I can't tell a soul." You mumble out as your hard cock twitches hitting against his rock hard monster of a cock, Nate just smirks and looks down at you "I love how fucking sick you are." He says in a low tone loving how horny and desperate you are for him. You look over at Nate's bedside table where you see his phone lighting up as he's getting a call from none other than Maddie, you gulp slightly but you ultimately decide to ignore it and be all here for your daddy. "You wanna please me?" Nate grunts out with a smirk growing more and more as you slowly nod your head as Nate releases his grip on your neck and hair and you slowly drop down to your knees and you run your hand over Nate's monster cock that is enclosed in his underwear, you grip the hem and slowly pull it down.

Nate's firey red tip that is dripping with pre-cum and quite girthy length is exposed as you pull his boxers down, your mouth is gaped open in shock as you've forgotten how big it is in that small moment with your mouth gaped open Nate pushes his cock into your mouth in a rough manner causing you to gag ever so slightly but you enjoy every moment. Your eyes flutter up to meet with his, Nate continues to bruise your throat as his cock curves downwards with each thrust. Nate runs his hand through your soft hair as his thrusts into your throat become rougher and rougher until you're a gagging, spluttering mess for him. Nate pulls his cock out of your mouth creating a pop sound, his glistening cock revealed to you as you see his spit covered cock right before your own eyes. "Get on the bed... ass up." He grunts out as he gently slaps your cheek, you oblige to his commands as you strip off naked and climb onto his bed, pressing your chest against the bed and keeping your ass up revealing your tight pink asshole. The asshole that he loves so much but won't admit to it, not even to himself.

Nate climbs up on the bed coming up from behind you as he grips his base and slaps it against your hole. "F-Fuck," he mumbles out under his breath as he pushes his thick tip into your asshole feeling your tight muscle ring tighten around him. It slightly loosens once he gets past the ring and into your soft velvet walls that could make any man cum in an instant which is what Nate loves about you so much, that he gets to fuck a man that all men dream about while fucking their girlfriends. Nate leans forward as your muscle ring tightens around his base as he buries himself deep inside of you entirely. He pushes your face against the duvet, using it as leverage to begin thrusting into you at an instant quick pace. "N-Nate!" You whimper out as you feel him constantly hit your sweet spot, "n-ngh!" You whine out until Nate grabs his pre-cum soaked underwear from the side, and he stuffs it in your mouth to keep your quiet, "quiet!" He grunts out as his thrusts become rougher and rougher, and your muffled moans become more frequent, and your eyes flutter back. Nate's phone is constantly being bombarded by messages and phone calls from Maddie, but he ignores it as he's showing you his attention.

Nate's hands spank down against your ass leaving a bright red handprint. He grips your hips and begins to slowly but rougher pound into your asshole but with each thrust, he speeds up faster and faster until your asshole is pounded to a pulp, you adjust your hands and wrap a hand around your cock and you begin pumping your hand back and forth quickly so that you match the rhythm in which Nate is pounding you in, your other hand travels down lower to fondle with your balls. "Fucking slut!" He grunts out as he pounds you faster and harder, with each slap of his groin against your ass to ripple and the sound to echo throughout the room. Nate pulls out and flips you over so that you're lying on your back. He leans on his knees and pulls you up to sit on them as his cock slides into your soft asshole, he fits back in perfectly like a puzzle piece.

You wrap your legs around his waist as he slowly lifts you up and down on his cock in a slow and loving manner which doesn't last long cause the lifts become more rough and aggressive which causes your eyes to flutter back. Nate's hand leaves your waist and he grips it around your throat choking you, "cum for m-me." He whimper and grunts out to you. You begin pumping your hand faster and faster as you feel his cock slip in and out of you in a constant manner, "N-NGH!" You bite down on your lower lip to keep your moan quiet as you come undone all over his abs, the sight of Nate's cum covered abs causes him to speed up fucking into you like you're nothing but a fleshlight to him, one more thrust as well as the tightness of your asshole and Nate's cock is painting your ivory walls white with his thick creamy cum. He stays buried inside you as he continues to pump his load into you. He carefully lays down, making sure to hold you. "So...do you wanna stay the night?" He mumbles out embarrassed that he's even asking you this, you nod your head swiftly, which causes Nate to become slightly defensive "uhm...it's just so we can fuck in the morning...alright!" He says and you just smile and nod, "I'm sure." You whisper to him as you snuggle your head against his bare chest and he slowly closes his eyes as his cock becomes flaccid and slips out of your cum filled hole. You both drift off to sleep in eachothers arms filled and coated in each others cum.

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[dreamersworldduh]

HIS AWAKENING

• NATE JACOBS x MALE!READER

SUMMARY — Nate Jacobs embodies the quintessential all-American quarterback—athletic, commanding, and effortlessly attractive. Beneath the surface, however, lies a man riddled with inner conflict. His outward bravado conceals a fragile core shaped by toxic societal expectations, a broken family dynamic, and a deep struggle with his own identity. Nate's carefully constructed image masks a storm of repressed emotions, his intimidating presence serving as both armor and a warning to those who might venture too close.

That is, until Y/N entered his life. Strikingly handsome and unapologetically bold, Y/N exudes a magnetic confidence that demands attention the moment he walks into a room. His blend of charisma, sass, and fearless energy challenges everything Nate thought he knew about himself—and about the walls he's built to keep others out.

WARNING! FLUFF. Suggestive Langauge. Swearing.

WORDS! 10.8k

AUTHOR'S NOTE! Sorry for the delay—this is quite a long fic that I had to break into two parts. Now, I know some people feel about the immensely complicated Nate Jacobs, however, I wanted to show a different side of him and give his gay awakening.

NEXT PART! HIS AWAKENING — PART 2

The late afternoon sun bathed the campus in a golden hue, casting long, uneven shadows across the pathways. Y/N stepped out of the administrative building, a folder clutched tightly in his hands, filled with room and board information, dormitory rules, and a map of the sprawling university grounds. His mind buzzed with anticipation and a hint of nervousness as he mentally ticked off the steps to get settled. The day had been a whirlwind of check-ins and introductions, and all he wanted now was to find his dorm, unpack, and get a moment to breathe.

Lost in his thoughts, Y/N barely noticed the bustling crowd of students around him until it was too late.

Without warning, he collided with what felt like a brick wall. The impact sent his folder slipping from his grip, papers scattering onto the ground.

"I'm so sorry—" Y/N began, crouching to gather his things, but his apology was cut short by a sharp, irritated voice.

"Maybe you should watch where you're standing," the stranger snapped, his tone clipped and unforgiving.

Y/N froze mid-reach, his gaze snapping upward to meet the source of the hostility. He was greeted by the sight of a towering figure, broad-shouldered and radiating a palpable air of arrogance. The guy was wearing a football jersey, the bold number on his chest practically screaming athlete. His jaw was set, and the way he loomed over Y/N gave off a distinctly entitled vibe.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said, straightening up slowly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Didn't realize this was your sidewalk, Mr. Quarterback. Want me to bow next time you grace it with your royal cleats?"

The guy's face darkened, a flicker of irritation flashing in his eyes. His jaw tightened as he took a small step forward, towering over Y/N even more. "What's your problem, man?"

"No problem," Y/N replied smoothly, his tone calm but laced with amusement. He dusted off his papers and tucked them back into the folder before glancing back up. "Just don't appreciate being plowed into like I'm part of your warm-up drills. Or is that how you flirt?"

That comment landed like a slap, throwing the quarterback off balance. His brows furrowed, and his mouth opened slightly as if to retort, but he hesitated. Finally, he muttered, "Yeah, not interested, thanks."

Y/N smirked, unbothered, his sharp eyes scanning the guy with calculated precision. There was something about his tightly wound demeanor, the tension in his shoulders, the barely contained frustration in his voice. It was fascinating in a way that made Y/N want to push a little further.

"Relax, big guy. You're not my type either," Y/N said, his smirk widening. "Too much bottled-up rage under all those muscles. But hey, therapy exists for a reason."

The quarterback growled under his breath, his fists clenching at his sides. "You don't even know me," he bit out, his voice low and simmering with frustration.

Y/N shrugged, already stepping to the side as if to end the encounter. "Don't have to. You've got 'walking anger issues' written all over you." He turned back briefly to add, his tone almost lighthearted, "Oh, and next time you want to storm through a crowd, maybe pick someone who won't call you out."

The quarterback's patience snapped, his voice lowering into a growl as he took a step forward. "What makes you think I won't—?"

Y/N didn't miss a beat, spinning on his heel to face him again, his smirk sharp and dripping with confidence. "Fight me? Go ahead, QB. But fair warning—I fight dirty. And I don't lose."

For a moment, the two stood there, tension crackling between them like a live wire. The quarterback's fists remained clenched, but he didn't move. There was something flickering in his eyes—something unreadable, caught between frustration and intrigue.

Without waiting for a response, Y/N turned on his heel and walked away, his steps confident as he rejoined his waiting parents by the car.

As Y/N disappeared into the crowd, the quarterback remained rooted to the spot, watching him go. His fists slowly unclenched, but his mind raced, replaying the encounter over and over.

What Y/N didn't know, as he laughed with his parents and carried his things to the dormitory, was that the guy he had just clashed with was none other than Nate Jacobs—his soon-to-be roommate.

The dormitory hall buzzed with the energy of move-in day, a cacophony of shuffling boxes, shouted instructions, and the occasional crash of something fragile being dropped. Parents bickered over furniture placement, wide-eyed freshmen struggled to find their rooms, and the air smelled faintly of fresh paint and sweat. Y/N navigated through the chaos with a box tucked under his arm, its contents rattling with every step. His other hand gripped the edges tightly—his track gear was in there, and he wasn't about to let it spill everywhere.

When he reached the door to his room, he paused, his gaze sweeping over the space. It was compact, the two beds crammed against opposite walls, a small shared desk wedged between, and a closet barely big enough to hold his shoes, let alone his wardrobe. Functional, sure, but it was far from luxurious. Still, Y/N's mind was already buzzing with ideas for rearranging the space as he crossed the threshold and set his box down near one of the beds.

"Guess this'll have to do," he muttered to himself, surveying the drab beige walls with mild disinterest.

As he began unpacking, the sound of heavy footsteps thudding down the hallway pulled his attention. The steps grew louder, and then the door creaked open wider behind him. Y/N turned, his curiosity fading into sharp recognition when he saw who was standing there.

Nate Jacobs.

The guy from earlier—the walking brick wall in a football jersey. He stood in the doorway with a duffel bag slung over one shoulder, his sharp features framed by the dim light from the hallway. His hoodie hung loosely over his broad frame, but the edge of his jersey peeked out, making it impossible not to identify him as "QB." Their eyes locked, and for a moment, neither said anything.

"Oh, great," Y/N said, breaking the silence as he dropped a shirt onto his bed with an exaggerated sigh. "It's you."

Nate's brow furrowed, his face twisting in mild disbelief. "You've got to be kidding me," he muttered under his breath as he stepped inside. He dropped his bag with a heavy thud onto the empty bed opposite Y/N's, rubbing the back of his neck. "Of all the people on campus..."

Y/N leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms as his lips curved into a smirk. "Didn't think the universe hated me enough to make you my roommate, but hey, here we are."

Nate shot him a look, his irritation obvious. "Trust me, I'm not thrilled either. Last thing I need is to share a room with some loudmouth track star who doesn't know when to shut up."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Loudmouth? Big talk coming from the guy who growled at me like a pissed-off grizzly bear earlier."

"You were the one running your mouth first," Nate countered, his jaw tightening as he crossed his arms.

Y/N straightened up, walking to his stack of boxes with a casual air. "Right," he said, tossing a look over his shoulder. "And you were just minding your own business, Mr. 'Maybe you should watch where you're standing.'"

Nate scoffed, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "Look, let's just get through this without killing each other, alright? I've got enough on my plate without you adding to it."

Y/N paused, one hand resting on the box he was about to open. For a moment, his smirk softened into something more contemplative. "Fine by me," he said lightly. "As long as you don't turn this place into a football locker room, we're good."

"Deal," Nate replied, though his tone carried the faintest hint of skepticism.

Satisfied, Y/N returned to his unpacking, pulling out a stack of books and arranging them on the small shelf above his desk. "You're not gonna do the whole 'alpha male' thing in here, are you?" he asked without looking up.

Nate frowned, clearly caught off guard by the question. "What the hell does that mean?"

"You know," Y/N said, waving a hand in Nate's direction without turning around. "All the posturing, random yelling, punching walls when your team loses. That sort of thing."

Nate's glare could have cut through steel. "Do I look like the kind of guy who punches walls?"

Y/N turned to face him, his gaze raking over Nate's broad frame. "Honestly? Yeah, you kinda do."

Nate opened his mouth to argue but stopped, clearly deciding it wasn't worth the effort. With a low growl, he turned back to his duffel, pulling out a stack of neatly folded shirts.

Y/N chuckled under his breath as he returned to his own unpacking. "Relax, QB," he said with a grin. "I'll stay out of your way if you stay out of mine. Fair enough?"

Nate didn't look up from his bag, but his response was low and clipped. "Fair enough."

For a while, the room was filled with the sound of zippers, rustling papers, and shuffling clothes. The tension between them hadn't disappeared, but it had simmered down enough for them to coexist—for now.

As Y/N placed a framed photo on his desk, he threw a sly glance in Nate's direction. "By the way," he added, his tone casual but teasing, "you should work on your comebacks. 'Loudmouth track star' isn't exactly cutting it."

Nate's jaw tightened again, his hands pausing mid-fold. But this time, he didn't rise to the bait.

"Welcome to the dorm, Nate," Y/N said with a grin, leaning back against his desk. "This is gonna be... fun."

Nate didn't respond, but as he turned back to his bag, the faintest twitch of a smirk crossed his lips—though it was gone almost as quickly as it appeared.

The sun hung high in the sky, its relentless heat radiating off the manicured grass of the university's sports complex. Sweat clung to the air, sticking to every athlete who dared brave the afternoon heat. The track team had just wrapped up their grueling practice session, their laughter and chatter filling the space near the bleachers.

Y/N stood in the center of his group, casually stretching out his legs. His running shorts were impossibly short, exposing the full expanse of his toned thighs, every muscle seemingly sculpted to perfection. A light sheen of sweat glistened on his skin, catching the sunlight as he leaned into a stretch, completely unbothered by the attention his appearance drew. Y/N was always confident, effortlessly commanding the room—or in this case, the field—without even trying.

Not far away, the football team was mid-drill, their coach barking orders as they ran through their routines. The rhythmic thuds of cleats on turf filled the air, accompanied by the occasional grunt of effort. During a water break, Jake and Ryan, two of Nate's teammates, wandered toward the sideline, their eyes drifting to the scene by the bleachers.

Jake nudged Ryan, nodding toward Y/N. "Man, look at those shorts," he said with a snicker. "I swear, are those even legal? Dude's got more leg on display than half the cheer squad."

Ryan let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Right? He's just out here showing off. Like, we get it—you've got legs. Congrats or whatever."

Standing a few feet away, Nate overheard the exchange. He rolled his eyes, tossing a football absently into the air and catching it. Normally, he tuned out their locker-room banter, but today, for some reason, he couldn't resist chiming in.

"Maybe he thinks the shorts make him faster," Nate said, his tone deadpan as he spun the football in his hand. "Aerodynamics or something."

Jake laughed, emboldened by Nate's comment. "Yeah, or he just likes the attention. Look at him. Bet he spends more time flexing in the mirror than running on the track."

Unbeknownst to the trio, Y/N's sharp ears had picked up every word of their conversation. His smirk widened as he straightened up, casually brushing a hand over his shorts as he turned to face them.

"Aw," Y/N called out, his voice sweetly mocking as he strode toward them with deliberate ease. "I didn't realize the football team was so interested in my thighs. Should I start charging for the view, or are compliments enough?"

Jake and Ryan froze mid-laugh, their faces flushing with embarrassment. They exchanged panicked glances, unsure how to respond.

Jake stammered first, trying to recover. "W-We weren't—"

"Oh no, please," Y/N interrupted, holding up a hand as he stepped closer, his smirk wicked. "Don't stop. It's flattering, really. I had no idea my legs were such a hot topic. Maybe next time, though, you could focus on your drills instead of gossiping like high school mean girls."

Ryan muttered defensively, "We weren't gossiping—"

"Sure you weren't," Y/N cut in smoothly, raising an eyebrow. "By the way, if you're gonna talk about someone, maybe be a little less obvious. Your whispers are about as subtle as a marching band."

Jake opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. He looked like a fish gasping for air, which only made Y/N's smirk grow.

Finally, Y/N's attention shifted to Nate, who was still standing there, the football frozen in his hand. "And you," Y/N said, his tone growing sharper as he cocked his head. "I'm surprised, QB. You had a whole two cents to throw in, but it's funny—I don't remember asking for your opinion."

Nate blinked, momentarily caught off guard. He wasn't used to being directly challenged, especially not by someone like Y/N. His faint smirk faded into a defensive glare. "I didn't say anything worse than what they said."

Y/N tilted his head, pretending to consider this. "True. But unlike them, I thought you had a spine. Guess I was wrong."

Behind Y/N, the track team, who had been watching the interaction unfold with barely contained glee, erupted into muffled laughter. Jake and Ryan didn't dare respond, their embarrassment palpable.

Satisfied with their stunned silence, Y/N tossed one last smirk over his shoulder as he sauntered back toward his team. "Don't worry, boys," he called out breezily. "Not everyone can pull off confidence and shorts. Better luck next time."

Jake muttered under his breath, "Dude's savage."

Nate didn't respond, though his grip on the football tightened. His gaze lingered on Y/N as he rejoined his group, laughing easily with his teammates as if nothing had happened.

Something about Y/N got under Nate's skin, and it wasn't just the sass. It was the sharp wit, the unapologetic confidence, and the way Y/N had absolutely no fear of putting him in his place. It irritated Nate—but it also intrigued him, in a way he couldn't quite shake.

"Jacobs!" the coach yelled, jolting Nate from his thoughts. "Back on the field!"

Nate turned sharply, tossing the football to a teammate with more force than necessary. But as he jogged back to join the drills, his mind stayed stubbornly stuck on Y/N, replaying the encounter over and over.

The silence between Y/N and Nate had become suffocating, stretching across days with no sign of breaking. The tension hung heavy in their shared dorm room, in the classrooms, even on the fields where they practiced their respective sports. Y/N had made it abundantly clear—he wasn't interested in speaking to Nate, or even acknowledging his existence.

For Nate, the lack of interaction was an unfamiliar and deeply unsettling feeling. He wasn't used to being ignored, especially not like this. It gnawed at him in ways he couldn't fully explain, like a splinter lodged too deep to reach but impossible to forget.

It started off as the first rays of dawn spilled into the room, bathing it in a warm orange glow. Nate lay awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind replaying their last conversation on the field. Y/N, as usual, was up early, moving quietly around the room as he pulled on a fitted t-shirt over his toned frame. His movements were precise, methodical, and entirely devoid of unnecessary noise—a courtesy Nate was beginning to resent.

As Y/N grabbed his backpack and water bottle from the desk, he glanced briefly at his phone, scrolling through notifications. He didn't so much as glance in Nate's direction.

"Morning," Nate offered, his voice low and tentative, breaking the stillness.

Y/N didn't respond. The only sound that followed was the click of the door as it shut behind him.

Nate sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. It was going to be another long day.

By the time class started, the lecture hall buzzed with muted chatter as students trickled in, taking their seats and pulling out notebooks or laptops. Nate entered behind Jake and Ryan, scanning the rows instinctively until his eyes landed on Y/N. He was seated a few rows ahead, angled slightly toward a classmate he was chatting with.

Without realizing it, Nate chose a seat a few rows back, perfectly positioned for an unobstructed view.

Y/N sat with one leg crossed over the other, his notebook balanced on his knee as he scribbled notes in the margins. Every now and then, he leaned toward the person next to him, whispering something that earned a quiet laugh. Nate couldn't hear the words, but he didn't need to. The easy smile on Y/N's face, the relaxed way he carried himself—it was a stark contrast to the cold shoulder he'd been giving Nate.

Nate's eyes lingered. The way Y/N tapped his pen against the desk, the slight furrow of his brow when he focused, the unconscious habit of brushing his fingers through his hair when he stretched—it was all maddeningly distracting.

"You okay, man?" Jake asked, nudging Nate's elbow.

"Yeah," Nate muttered, tearing his gaze away and forcing himself to focus on the professor's droning voice. But even as he tried to take notes, his eyes kept drifting back to Y/N.

As the heat of the afternoon sun bore down on the sports complex, baking the grass and filling the air with the faint scent of sweat and turf. Nate was supposed to be focused on running passing drills, but his attention kept slipping to the track just beyond the field.

Y/N was sprinting, his powerful strides eating up the distance effortlessly. His movements were fluid, almost graceful, and the way he slowed to a stop after his lap left Nate momentarily frozen.

"Jacobs!" the coach's voice barked, snapping Nate out of his thoughts.

"Focus!"

"Yeah, sorry, Coach," Nate muttered, catching the football mid-air and throwing it with a little more force than necessary.

As he jogged back into position, his eyes darted toward the track again. Y/N was standing by his team, his chest heaving as he took a long swig from his water bottle. One of his teammates said something that made him laugh—a loud, easy sound that made Nate's chest tighten.

It was infuriating how completely oblivious Y/N seemed to his presence.

By the two made into the dorm, it was quiet, the air heavy with unspoken words. Y/N entered first, tossing his bag onto his bed without so much as a glance in Nate's direction. Nate followed, shutting the door behind him with a little more force than necessary.

For a while, the only sound was the faint rustling of Y/N unpacking his gear. Nate leaned against the door, his eyes fixed on him. The silence was unbearable.

"Are you ever gonna talk to me again?" Nate asked finally, his voice cutting through the stillness like a knife.

Y/N didn't even pause. "Didn't think there was anything left to say."

Nate's jaw tightened. "You're really this pissed about what I said on the field?"

Y/N snapped his head up, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "Pissed? No, Nate. I'm disappointed. I thought you were at least capable of being decent, but clearly, I overestimated you."

Nate frowned, stepping closer. "I was joking!"

Y/N shook his head, his voice calm but biting. "Oh, I got the joke. It's just not funny coming from someone who doesn't know the first thing about respect."

Nate opened his mouth to argue but stopped himself. Y/N had already turned away, pulling a fresh shirt from his drawer and pointedly ignoring him.

A knock on the door broke the tension. Y/N walked past Nate to open it, revealing one of their neighbors leaning casually against the frame.

"Hey, you two coming to the frat party tonight?" the guy asked.

Y/N glanced over his shoulder at Nate, his tone dismissive. "I'll be there," he said. "Can't say about him."

Nate bristled. "I'm coming too," he said firmly, stepping forward.

Y/N raised an eyebrow but didn't respond. Instead, he turned back to the neighbor with a small smirk. "Guess we'll see you there."

The door closed, leaving them alone again. Y/N grabbed his things and left without another word, the silence in the room now suffocating. Nate stood there for a long moment, staring at the closed door, wrestling with his frustration—and something far more complicated that he couldn't quite name.

The bass reverberated through the cramped frat house, shaking the walls and drowning out any chance of meaningful conversation. The air was thick with the mingling scents of cheap beer, sweat, and an overzealous amount of cologne. Multicolored lights pulsed in time with the music, casting flickering shadows over the packed rooms. People were crammed into every corner, laughing, drinking, and dancing, their movements chaotic but full of life.

In the middle of it all, Y/N commanded the makeshift dance floor in the living room. He wore a cropped black graphic tee emblazoned with a bold design, the hem cutting off just enough to reveal his toned stomach. His low-waist black jeans hugged his hips perfectly, emphasizing his every movement. The outfit, combined with his easy confidence, made it impossible not to watch him.

Y/N moved like the music was a part of him, his arms swaying above his head, his hips rolling effortlessly in time with the beat. His friends surrounded him, hyping him up with loud cheers and playful shouts as he spun and struck teasing poses. A playful grin danced on his lips as he leaned into the energy, the kind of carefree charisma that lit up the entire room.

Across the space, Nate stood with a group of his football teammates near the beer pong table. A red Solo cup dangled from his hand, barely touched, as his gaze kept drifting toward the dance floor. Specifically, toward Y/N.

"What's got you so distracted, man?" Jake nudged Nate's arm, his voice cutting through the din.

"Nothing," Nate muttered, his tone clipped, though his eyes remained locked on Y/N.

Jake smirked but didn't press.

The situation shifted suddenly when a tall guy with dyed hair and a silver chain stepped confidently into Y/N's circle. The stranger's movements were smooth, his intentions clear as he joined Y/N in the rhythm of the music. He leaned closer, his hand brushing Y/N's hip as their steps aligned.

Nate's grip on his cup tightened, the cheap plastic creaking under the pressure.

Jake, noticing, glanced toward the dance floor. "Looks like your roommate's got himself an admirer," he said with a teasing grin.

Nate didn't respond, but his jaw clenched as he watched the stranger say something to Y/N, earning a laugh. Y/N threw his head back, his carefree laugh cutting through the music as he spun into the guy's arms. Their faces were close now—too close.

An unfamiliar irritation churned in Nate's chest, sharp and insistent. It wasn't jealousy. It couldn't be. He didn't even like Y/N like that. So why did seeing him with someone else feel like a punch to the gut?

"You good, man?" Jake asked again, his tone more curious now.

"I'm fine," Nate said shortly, his voice harsh as he tore his gaze away. He tipped his cup back and took a long swig, trying to focus on anything else.

But his resolve faltered almost immediately. His eyes found their way back to the dance floor, where Y/N now had his hands in the air, his body leaning into the guy's. Their movements were perfectly synced, like they'd been dancing together for years. The crowd around them seemed to blur, leaving only the two of them in Nate's focus.

"What's your problem with him, anyway?" Ryan chimed in, noticing Nate's growing tension. "You've been weird about Y/N since day one."

"I don't have a problem," Nate snapped, the words coming out sharper than intended.

Jake raised an eyebrow. "Right. And the way you're glaring at that guy right now is totally normal."

Nate scowled, his knuckles whitening around his cup. "I'm not glaring."

"Sure," Ryan said with a smirk. "Whatever you say, QB."

Nate ignored them, his attention snapping back to Y/N just as he threw his arms around the stranger's neck, laughing again. The easy intimacy of it—the way Y/N could just be himself, confident and unbothered—grated on Nate's nerves.

It wasn't just the dance. It was the way someone else was getting Y/N's attention, his laughter, his energy. It was the way Nate couldn't seem to draw that out of him anymore, no matter how hard he tried.

Before he could stop himself, Nate muttered under his breath, "What's so great about that guy, anyway?"

Jake burst out laughing. "Oh, this is gold. Jacobs is jealous."

"Shut up," Nate growled, shoving Jake lightly, though his flushed face betrayed him.

Jake kept laughing, but Nate didn't care. His focus was entirely on Y/N, who seemed to sense Nate's eyes on him. Y/N glanced up, his gaze locking with Nate's for the briefest moment.

Y/N's expression was unreadable, but the smirk that tugged at his lips wasn't. It was sly, teasing, and far too knowing, as if Y/N could see right through him.

Nate's stomach twisted.

Y/N turned back to his dance partner, but not before throwing Nate a look that seemed to say, I see you watching.

Scowling, Nate tipped his cup back again, downing the rest of his drink in one go. He tried for the rest of the night to focus on his teammates, on the beer pong game, on anything other than Y/N. But no matter what he did, his thoughts kept circling back to him.

And that damn smirk.

Soon the party had shifted into its final stages, the once-deafening music now muted, replaced by the hum of lingering conversations and occasional bursts of laughter. The crowd had thinned, but pockets of energy still buzzed throughout the house. In the corner near the door, Y/N leaned heavily against the wall, his cheeks flushed, his eyes slightly glassy from one too many drinks. Despite his clear intoxication, he retained that magnetic, carefree air, laughing easily at something the guy next to him said.

The guy—a tall, confident-looking student with a cocky smirk—leaned in close, his lips brushing against Y/N's ear as he whispered something that made Y/N giggle. Y/N swayed slightly, his balance unsteady, and the guy placed an arm around his waist, guiding him with ease. Y/N leaned into the touch, his body language loose and trusting as the guy began steering him toward the front door.

From a few feet away, Nate watched the scene unfold, his grip tightening on the edge of his Solo cup. For the past ten minutes, he had been quietly observing, his irritation building with every second. Jake and Ryan stood nearby, but their banter barely registered as Nate's attention remained fixed on Y/N.

When he saw the guy's arm slide more firmly around Y/N's waist, something inside Nate snapped.

"Where are you going?" Nate's voice cut through the air as he stepped forward, his tone sharp and commanding.

Both Y/N and the guy turned to face him, the sudden interruption catching them off guard. Y/N blinked, momentarily confused, before a lazy smirk spread across his face. "Hey, QB. Didn't know you cared," he drawled, his words slurred just enough to betray how drunk he was. He leaned more heavily against the guy, his body swaying slightly.

Nate ignored Y/N's teasing and turned his full attention to the other guy, his piercing gaze hard and unwavering. "You can leave," Nate said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "He's not going anywhere with you."

The guy frowned, holding up his hands defensively. "What's your problem, man? We're just leaving. It's not a big deal."

"It is if he's drunk," Nate snapped back, stepping closer. His voice was low and edged with a quiet intensity that made the guy falter. "Find someone else to bother."

Y/N chuckled, clearly amused by the exchange. "Relax, Nate," he said, his voice thick with amusement and alcohol. "I can handle myself. Not my first rodeo."

"You're wasted," Nate retorted, his eyes narrowing as he reached out and gently but firmly pulled Y/N away from the guy's hold. His hand rested on Y/N's arm, steadying him as Y/N stumbled slightly. "You don't even know this dude."

Y/N looked up at Nate, his expression shifting to one of annoyance and mild curiosity. "Wow," he said, his tone biting. "Since when are you my babysitter?"

"I'm not," Nate shot back through gritted teeth. "But I'm also not letting you do something stupid."

The guy, clearly irritated now, stepped forward. "Look, man, it's none of your business—"

"It is now," Nate interrupted, his voice dangerously low. His glare alone was enough to make the guy hesitate. "Go."

The guy looked between Nate and Y/N, his frustration evident, before scoffing and throwing up his hands. "Whatever, dude. Your problem now." He turned on his heel and disappeared back into the thinning crowd.

Y/N pulled his arm free from Nate's grip, his movements unsteady but deliberate as he glared at him. "Seriously, what is your deal?" he demanded. "I was having fun."

"You call that fun?" Nate shot back, crossing his arms. "Getting blackout drunk and going home with some random guy?"

Y/N smirked, but it was weaker now, less sure. "Jealous, QB?" he teased, though his voice lacked its usual bite.

Nate's jaw tightened, his gaze darting away for a moment as he struggled to find the right words. "No," he said finally, though even to himself, it sounded unconvincing. "I just don't want to deal with you getting into trouble and me having to explain it to the RA."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, leaning closer as his smirk returned, sharper this time. "Right. Totally about the RA," he said, his voice dripping with mock sincerity, "and not because you can't stand seeing me with someone else."

Nate's eyes snapped back to Y/N's, his expression unreadable. For a long moment, neither of them said anything, the silence stretching between them thick with tension.

"You're drunk," Nate said finally, his voice softer now, almost reluctant. "Let's just get you back to the dorm."

Y/N sighed heavily, leaning back against the wall. "Fine, QB," he muttered. "But only because these shoes are killing me."

Nate rolled his eyes but stepped closer, steadying Y/N with a firm hand on his shoulder. "Come on."

As they made their way out of the frat house, Y/N mumbled something incoherent about his shoes and the terrible music, his head lolling slightly against Nate's shoulder. Nate kept his grip steady, his chest tightening in a way he couldn't quite explain.

It wasn't about the RA. He knew that much.

And maybe, just maybe, it was time to stop pretending otherwise.

The dormitory door slammed open with a loud bang, the sound echoing down the quiet hallway as Nate strode inside, his steps purposeful and heavy. Draped over his broad shoulder like an unruly sack of potatoes was Y/N, who groaned loudly, his legs kicking weakly in protest. Despite his best efforts to wriggle free, Nate held him firmly, his strength making any escape attempts laughable.

Y/N had made a valiant, if poorly coordinated, attempt to run away halfway back to the dorm, weaving unsteadily down the sidewalk in a way that had Nate's patience snapping. Without a word, Nate had hoisted him up with an ease that left no room for negotiation.

"Put me down, Nate!" Y/N shouted, his voice muffled against Nate's back as he bounced slightly with each determined step. "I don't need your help!"

"You're drunk," Nate replied flatly, his tone devoid of amusement as he kicked the dorm room door shut behind them with a sharp thud. "And you almost ran into traffic, so yeah, you kinda do."

Y/N let out an exaggerated groan, his fists weakly thudding against Nate's back in a half-hearted attempt to protest. "I hate you," he grumbled, his words slurring slightly from the alcohol still coursing through his system.

"Sure you do," Nate replied dryly, his voice tinged with sarcasm as he moved across the room. Despite his curt tone, he lowered Y/N onto his bed with far more care than he wanted to admit, making sure the other boy landed softly.

Y/N sat up almost immediately, swaying slightly as he jabbed a wobbly finger in Nate's direction. His expression was a mixture of annoyance and defiance, though his flushed cheeks and glassy eyes robbed it of any real weight. "I don't need your hero complex right now, okay? I can take care of myself."

Nate crossed his arms, his broad frame looming over Y/N as he raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Really? You couldn't even walk in a straight line five minutes ago."

Y/N scowled, his hands fumbling with the hem of his crop top as he attempted to smooth it out and reclaim some semblance of dignity. "Doesn't mean I needed you to carry me like I'm some damsel in distress," he shot back, his voice petulant. "I'm fine."

"Fine?" Nate repeated, his tone heavy with disbelief. He stepped closer, leaning down until they were at eye level. His piercing gaze locked onto Y/N's, refusing to let him look away. "You're a sweaty, drunk mess who tried to ditch me in the middle of the street. That's not fine, Y/N."

Y/N opened his mouth to argue, but no words came out. The closeness between them was almost suffocating, the intensity in Nate's expression enough to leave him momentarily speechless.

"Exactly," Nate said after a beat, his voice softer but no less firm. "Now sit still and stop trying to act like you've got this handled."

Y/N opened his mouth, ready to fire back with another slurred but defiant retort, but before he could get a word out, Nate moved. In one swift motion, he reached forward and tugged Y/N's crop top over his head, leaving the smaller boy momentarily stunned.

"Hey!" Y/N squawked, his arms flailing wildly as he tried to grab the shirt back. His movements were clumsy and ineffective, his balance still shaky from the alcohol. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Getting you out of this," Nate replied matter-of-factly, his tone steady and unbothered. He held the damp, sweat-soaked crop top between two fingers as if it were offensive before tossing it unceremoniously onto the floor. "You're gonna feel like crap in the morning if you stay in it."

For a moment, Y/N could only blink at him, his brain scrambling to process what had just happened. He crossed his arms over his now-bare chest, his cheeks flushing a deep pink—not entirely from the alcohol. "You could've asked, you know," he muttered, his tone more flustered than annoyed.

Nate smirked faintly, crossing the room to rummage through Y/N's drawer. "Yeah, because you totally would've cooperated," he shot back, pulling out an oversized t-shirt that looked soft and well-worn.

Y/N glared at him, the heat in his cheeks only intensifying as Nate approached with the clean shirt. "I could've done it myself," he muttered, but the bite in his tone was weak.

"Sure you could've," Nate replied dryly, kneeling slightly to pull the shirt over Y/N's head with surprising gentleness. His hands brushed against Y/N's skin as he adjusted the hem, the warmth of his touch sending an unexpected shiver down Y/N's spine.

Y/N froze for a split second, his heart racing inexplicably as Nate leaned back to survey his work.

"There," Nate said, straightening up. His tone was softer now, almost satisfied. "Better."

Y/N shifted on the bed, his arms dropping to his sides as he glanced down at the oversized tee now hanging loosely on his frame. He tried to ignore the way his pulse was pounding, instead narrowing his eyes at Nate in an attempt to regain some semblance of control.

"Great," he muttered sarcastically, crossing his arms again. "You've played dress-up. Now leave me alone."

But the way his voice wavered slightly at the end betrayed him, and Nate's smirk deepened just enough for Y/N to notice.

Nate ignored Y/N's protests, dropping to a crouch at the foot of the bed and reaching for his shoes. The laces were tangled, no doubt from Y/N's stumbling attempts to leave the party earlier. Nate tugged at the knots, his fingers moving with a practiced ease, his expression calm despite the grumbled complaints coming from above.

"Seriously?" Y/N said, his tone a mix of annoyance and embarrassment. He tried to sit up straighter, wobbling slightly as he propped himself up on his elbows. "I can handle that."

"Uh-huh," Nate replied without looking up, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he slipped off one shoe, followed quickly by the other.

Y/N scowled, his brows knitting together. "I'm not completely useless, you know," he muttered.

Nate finally glanced up, his piercing eyes locking on Y/N's. "Right. Because you've been handling everything so well tonight," he quipped, his tone dry. Then, as if it were the most casual thing in the world, he added, "Do you wanna try taking your pants off yourself, or are you gonna make me do that too?"

Y/N's face turned a deep scarlet, his mouth falling open in disbelief. "Excuse me?" he sputtered, his voice pitching higher than usual.

"Relax," Nate said, rolling his eyes as he reached for Y/N's legs, pulling him closer to the edge of the bed with little effort. "It's not like that."

Y/N froze, momentarily too stunned to respond as Nate's hands moved to the waistband of his jeans. With a flick of his fingers, Nate unbuttoned them, the sound of the zipper loud in the otherwise quiet room.

Nate worked with practiced efficiency, sliding the jeans down Y/N's legs and tossing them aside in one smooth motion. Left in nothing but his snug boxer briefs, Y/N instinctively crossed his legs, his flushed cheeks now impossibly red.

"Happy now?" Y/N muttered, avoiding Nate's gaze as he tugged at the hem of the oversized shirt Nate had put on him earlier.

Nate didn't respond immediately. He stood, his full height towering over Y/N, and for a moment, his gaze lingered. It wasn't just exasperation anymore—there was something softer in his expression, something unspoken that made Y/N's heart stutter in his chest.

"There," Nate said finally, his voice quieter now, almost gentle. "You're good."

Y/N looked up at him, his lips pressing into a thin line as he tried to ignore the heat rising in his face. "You're really annoying, you know that?" he mumbled, though there was no real malice in his tone.

Nate smirked, taking a small step closer. The corner of his mouth quirked up in that infuriatingly confident way, but his voice carried a hint of warmth. "Yeah," he said, his tone low, "but you'll thank me in the morning."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, meeting Nate's gaze for the first time. "Doubt it," he shot back, his voice softer than he intended.

For a moment, the air between them shifted. The playful tension from earlier dissolved into something heavier, more charged. Nate didn't move, and neither did Y/N, their eyes locked in a silent exchange that seemed to stretch on forever.

The sound of Nate's steady breathing filled the small space between them, his presence overwhelming. Y/N could feel the heat radiating from him, his own pulse racing as he fought to keep his expression neutral.

Nate leaned forward slightly, his smirk softening into something more tentative, more vulnerable. Y/N held his breath, his gaze flickering to Nate's lips before quickly snapping back to his eyes.

But then Nate straightened, stepping back with a barely audible sigh. "Get some sleep," he said, his voice quieter now, almost reluctant.

Y/N didn't respond, his heart still pounding as he watched Nate retreat to his side of the room. The unspoken tension hung in the air long after the moment passed, leaving Y/N staring at the ceiling and wondering why he couldn't shake the way Nate had looked at him.

The dormitory bathroom was dimly lit, its harsh fluorescent lights buzzing faintly in the stillness. The quiet was broken only by the sound of Y/N brushing his teeth, the rhythmic scrape of bristles against enamel filling the otherwise empty space. He leaned lazily against the sink, still groggy from the remnants of sleep and the unsettling memory of a strange, vivid dream he couldn't quite shake.

After rinsing his mouth, he splashed cold water on his face, hoping to clear the lingering haze in his mind. Grabbing a towel, he dabbed at his skin, his thoughts elsewhere. When he turned to leave, he froze mid-step, his breath catching in his throat.

Nate stood in the doorway, his broad figure filling the frame, one shoulder casually propped against the wall. His arms were crossed over his chest, the muscles in his forearms tense, and his expression unreadable. He didn't move, blocking the exit as his piercing eyes bore into Y/N.

"Jesus, Nate," Y/N said, his voice muffled as he tossed the towel aside onto the counter. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack? What are you doing here?"

Nate shrugged, his eyes flicking away for a brief moment before locking back onto Y/N. "Bathroom's on the way to my room," he said casually, his voice steady but lacking its usual bite. "Didn't know I needed permission to stand here."

Y/N narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the sink. "Right. Because loitering outside the bathroom at midnight is totally normal behavior."

Nate didn't reply immediately. Instead, he studied Y/N with an intensity that made the air between them feel heavier. The silence lingered too long, his gaze dipping slightly before snapping back up.

Y/N's expression shifted, his brow furrowing as he straightened slightly. The teasing edge in his voice was gone when he spoke again. "Alright, spill. Why did you really stop me from leaving with that guy at the party?"

Nate's posture stiffened, his arms dropping slightly as he stood up straighter. His jaw worked for a moment before he finally spoke. "I already told you," he said, his voice clipped. "You were drunk. You could've done something stupid."

"Uh-huh," Y/N said slowly, tilting his head as if trying to see through Nate's words. His tone was skeptical, almost mocking. "And I'm supposed to believe it had nothing to do with... jealousy?"

Nate let out a bark of laughter, but it sounded forced, too sharp to be genuine. "Jealousy?" he repeated, shaking his head. "Trust me, I wasn't jealous. You're not that special."

Y/N raised an eyebrow at that, his lips curving into a sly smirk. "Oh, really?" he said, his tone dripping with amusement. "Then why were you staring daggers at him all night?"

"I wasn't," Nate snapped, his response too quick, too defensive.

Y/N pushed off the sink, taking a step closer. The distance between them was shrinking, and with it, the tension in the room thickened. "You sure about that, QB?" Y/N asked, his voice low, teasing. "Because if I didn't know any better, I'd say you didn't like the idea of me with someone else."

Nate's jaw tightened further, his fists flexing at his sides as if he were trying to keep them still. "Don't flatter yourself," he said through gritted teeth. "I'm straight, okay? You're not my type. At all."

Y/N paused, studying him closely, his smirk fading into something softer, more curious. His eyes searched Nate's face, lingering on the tight line of his mouth and the tension in his brow. "Right," Y/N said finally, his tone quieter but no less pointed. "You're straight. That's why you've been acting weird around me since day one."

Nate stepped forward, his height casting a shadow over Y/N as he closed the remaining space between them. "I'm not acting weird," he said firmly, his voice lowering. "You're the one making this into something it's not."

Y/N didn't back down, his chin tilting slightly as he met Nate's gaze head-on. For a moment, the room felt impossibly small, the charged silence pressing in on both of them.

"Okay," Y/N said finally, his voice calm but tinged with something knowing. "If that's what you need to tell yourself." He moved past Nate, his shoulder brushing against him as he stopped at the doorway. Y/N paused, glancing over his shoulder with a faint, almost teasing smile. "But just so you know, people who are totally straight don't usually get this worked up over their 'not-my-type' roommate."

Nate didn't move, his fists clenching at his sides as he watched Y/N disappear down the hall. His chest felt tight, each breath harder to take as Y/N's words echoed in his head.

I'm straight, he told himself, gripping the edge of the counter as he turned toward the mirror.

But as he stared at his own reflection, the doubt that flickered in his eyes told a different story. For the first time, Nate wasn't sure what he believed anymore.

The countertops were cluttered with stray utensils and empty mugs, evidence of late nights and hurried mornings. The air was thick with the mingling aroma of freshly brewed coffee and whatever leftovers Nate had just pulled from the fridge.

Y/N stood by the counter, the picture of effortless ease. He leaned back casually, his mug cradled in one hand as steam curled lazily upward. His other hand drummed a slow, steady rhythm against the counter's edge, as though he had all the time in the world. His eyes flicked to Nate, who was bent over, half inside the fridge, rummaging noisily.

"Move," Nate said abruptly, his tone more gruff than polite as he turned, balancing a carton of milk and an apple in one hand. His shoulder bumped Y/N's in an impatient nudge.

Y/N, unfazed, merely smirked. He didn't shift an inch. "Say 'please,'" he drawled, his voice teasing, laced with just enough challenge to be infuriating.

Nate huffed audibly, clearly not in the mood for games. He stepped closer without hesitation, closing the already minimal gap between them. His broad chest brushed against Y/N's back as he reached over the counter to grab the half-empty box of cereal perched precariously near the edge.

The contact was brief but electric. Y/N's posture stiffened almost imperceptibly, a small hitch in his breath betraying him before he quickly smoothed over the moment with a practiced veneer of nonchalance. He tilted his head just slightly, glancing over his shoulder with a smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Careful, QB," Y/N said lightly, his tone deliberately playful. "Buy me dinner first."

Nate recoiled as if burned, retreating a step too quickly. "You're annoying," he muttered under his breath, his voice low and clipped. He kept his gaze fixed on the counter, avoiding Y/N's eyes entirely as he busied himself pouring cereal into a bowl with far more focus than the task required.

But the flush creeping up Nate's neck was impossible to miss. A faint pink dusted his cheeks, standing out against his otherwise stoic expression.

Y/N noticed, of course. He always noticed. A slow, self-satisfied grin spread across his face as he turned back to his coffee, taking a deliberate sip. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he pretended not to notice Nate's embarrassment.

The gym was quieter than usual, its usual cacophony of clanging weights and rhythmic grunts reduced to a distant hum. The faint smell of rubber mats and chalk lingered in the air, mingling with the sharper scent of sweat. Y/N lay stretched out on the bench press, his fingers curling around the cold metal bar, the plates on either side gleaming faintly under the fluorescent lights.

Nate's shadow loomed over him, breaking his focus. "Need a spot?" he asked, his tone casual but carrying a slight edge, the way it always did when he was talking to Y/N.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, pausing to wipe the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. His lips quirked into a lazy smirk. "Didn't know you cared."

Nate crossed his arms, rolling his eyes but unable to hide the faintest hint of a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Someone's gotta make sure you don't drop the bar on your face," he shot back, stepping closer. His hands hovered just above the bar, ready but not intrusive.

With a small huff of amusement, Y/N settled back into position and began his reps. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, muscles contracting and releasing as he powered through each press. The bar creaked faintly under the strain, but Y/N's focus didn't waver. Nate, however, wasn't as disciplined.

Despite himself, Nate's gaze kept slipping—drifting over the line of Y/N's arms, the way his biceps flexed with each upward thrust, the tautness of his shoulders under the weight. The faint sheen of sweat on Y/N's skin caught the light, highlighting the sharp lines and curves of his body. It was distracting, far more than Nate would ever admit, even to himself.

"You gonna stare all day, or are you actually spotting me?" Y/N teased, his voice breathless but carrying that familiar sharpness. He didn't even look up, but the smirk in his tone was unmistakable.

Nate jerked slightly, caught off guard. A faint flush crept up his neck, and he quickly averted his eyes, his focus snapping back to the bar. "Focus on the bar," he muttered, his voice tighter than usual.

Y/N chuckled, a low, knowing sound that Nate found both infuriating and—he'd never admit it—amusing. With a controlled motion, Y/N lowered the bar back onto the rack, the clanging sound reverberating through the gym. He sat up, rolling his shoulders and reaching for his water bottle, his grin still firmly in place.

"Whatever you say, coach," Y/N said, the words dripping with playful mockery.

Nate didn't reply right away, his jaw tightening as he busied himself adjusting a nearby weight. He could still feel the heat creeping up his face and silently cursed himself for it. Meanwhile, Y/N leaned back against the bench, casually stretching his arms overhead, his grin widening as he watched Nate's back stiffen ever so slightly. The unspoken tension between them hung in the air, heavy but electric, as Nate fought to maintain his composure.

"You done admiring me, or should I grab the dumbbells next?" Y/N quipped, breaking the silence with another laugh.

"Shut up, Y/N," Nate muttered, but his voice lacked the usual bite, and Y/N only laughed harder.

The library was nearly deserted, the silence broken only by the faint hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional rustle of paper. Rows of bookshelves stretched out in every direction, casting long shadows across the polished wood floors. At one of the large study tables near the back, Y/N and Nate sat side by side, an unintentional arrangement born from choosing the same spot at nearly the same time. Neither had moved, both too stubborn to concede the table to the other.

Y/N was sprawled comfortably in his chair, a picture of effortless confidence. A few loose papers and an open notebook were scattered in front of him, but he wasn't exactly focused on them. Instead, he leaned forward to grab a book from the far corner of the table, the movement causing his cropped hoodie to ride up just enough to expose a strip of skin along his waist.

Nate noticed. He hadn't meant to, but his eyes flicked downward, caught for a moment too long on the sliver of skin and the faint shadow of muscle underneath. His jaw tightened as he quickly looked away, his fingers tapping out a random rhythm against the keyboard of his laptop, but it was too late.

Y/N straightened up slowly, his sharp eyes catching Nate's fleeting glance. A smirk spread across his lips, equal parts amusement and challenge. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, the motion making his shirt ride even higher.

"See something you like?" Y/N asked, his voice low and teasing, the tone carrying just enough edge to make Nate freeze.

Nate's ears turned bright red, a telltale sign he was flustered despite his attempt to maintain a neutral expression. "Your shirt's just... short," he mumbled, awkwardly gesturing toward it with one hand, his eyes resolutely fixed on the table now.

Y/N's smirk only deepened. He tilted his head, leaning slightly toward Nate as if to close the already narrow space between them. "Yeah? Guess that's why you can't stop staring." His tone was light, almost casual, but there was a deliberate weight behind his words that made Nate's discomfort palpable.

Nate cleared his throat, his fingers suddenly flying across his keyboard with an intensity that suggested he was trying to summon every ounce of focus he could muster. "Focus on your work," he muttered, his voice gruff. He didn't look up, but the slight jiggling of his leg under the table gave him away, a nervous tell he couldn't quite control.

Y/N chuckled softly, the sound barely louder than a whisper in the quiet library. "Whatever you say, Nate," he drawled, leaning back even farther in his chair, his arms still crossed. He watched Nate out of the corner of his eye, clearly enjoying the way the quarterback's posture grew more rigid with every passing second.

The door to the bathroom creaked open, and Nate stepped into the room, steam trailing after him like a veil. His hair was damp, darkened by water, and clinging messily to his forehead. A towel sat low on his hips, barely secured, revealing the sharp cut of his hip bones and the lean muscle of his torso. Droplets of water traced erratic paths down his chest and abs, glinting under the soft glow of the desk lamp in the dim dorm room.

Y/N, seated at his desk with his laptop open, barely registered the movement at first. But as Nate leaned casually against the doorframe, the sudden presence was impossible to ignore. Y/N's gaze flicked up instinctively, his eyebrows shooting upward in a mixture of surprise and exasperation.

"What?" Nate asked, his voice dripping with mock innocence, though the smirk curling at his lips betrayed him. He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning more comfortably against the doorframe, the motion emphasizing the play of muscle under his skin. "Never seen someone fresh out of the shower before?"

Y/N scoffed, forcing his attention back to his screen even as his ears burned. "Boy, please. You could... put some clothes on," he said, his voice coming out more strained than he intended.

Nate didn't miss the tension. His smirk widened, and he pushed off the doorframe with deliberate slowness, walking across the room to his side. Each step seemed to echo, purposeful, and exaggerated.

"Oh, what's the matter, Y/N?" he drawled, his tone rich with teasing. "Afraid you'll see something you like?" His voice dipped just enough to make the words hang in the air, playful but laced with challenge.

Y/N didn't look up, his fingers hovering over his keyboard as if pretending to type. His shoulders were stiff, his neck tense, and his face was turning a shade of red that Nate couldn't help but notice.

"Shut up," Y/N growled, the words coming out more flustered than threatening. His eyes stayed glued to his laptop screen, though his focus was clearly elsewhere.

Nate chuckled, the sound low and satisfied, as he finally pulled open his dresser drawer. He took his time grabbing clothes, moving as if he had all the time in the world. Every so often, he threw a glance over his shoulder, catching the way Y/N's jaw tightened, the way his hands fidgeted in his lap.

Revenge had never tasted this sweet. For all the teasing Y/N had put him through, Nate was finally getting his moment, and he was enjoying it far too much.

"I'm just saying," Nate added, his voice light and casual, "if it bothers you that much, you could always move to another room."

Y/N didn't respond. His screen was suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world, though the pink flush creeping down his neck gave him away.

Nate grinned to himself as he pulled a shirt over his head, the satisfaction of his victory lingering in the air like the faint mist from his shower.

However, victories can only last so long.

The music pounded through the packed frat house, the bass vibrating through the floor and reverberating in Y/N's chest. The dim, colorful lights shifted and spun, casting the room in flashes of blue and red as bodies swayed to the rhythm. Y/N was in the center of the makeshift dance floor, moving effortlessly to the beat, his hips rolling with a confidence that was impossible to ignore.

His low-waist jeans clung perfectly to his figure, dipping low enough to reveal the faintest hint of skin between the waistband and his cropped graphic tee. The shirt, short enough to tease his toned stomach, shimmered slightly under the lights. Every movement, every turn of his body, seemed to draw eyes his way.

Across from him, a frat guy stepped closer, emboldened by Y/N's easy energy. His hands inched toward Y/N's waist, a sly grin on his face as he leaned in. Y/N let it happen, his lips curling into a mischievous smile as he played along, his movements slowing to match the guy's. The moment lingered, electrified by the heat of the crowd and the pull of the music.

But from the edge of the room, Nate stood frozen, his grip on the Solo cup in his hand tightening with every second. He hadn't touched the drink in over ten minutes, his focus entirely on the scene unfolding in front of him. His jaw was set, his chest rising and falling as he fought the growing frustration gnawing at him.

When the frat guy leaned in even closer, his hand brushing against Y/N's hip, Nate's patience snapped.

He pushed through the throng of dancers, his broad shoulders cutting a path as he moved toward Y/N. Without a word, he reached out and grabbed Y/N's wrist, his grip firm but not rough.

"Hey—what the hell?" Y/N yelped, stumbling slightly as Nate yanked him away from the dance floor.

Ignoring the frat guy's startled protests and Y/N's struggles, Nate dragged him through the crowd and up the stairs. The music faded to a dull thrum as they reached the second floor, the noise from the party below muffled behind closed doors. Nate shoved open the door to an empty room, pulling Y/N inside before slamming it shut behind them.

The sudden silence was jarring, broken only by Y/N's heavy breathing as he wrenched his arm free.

"Seriously, Nate? Again?" Y/N snapped, spinning to face him. His chest was still heaving from dancing, his hair slightly damp from the heat of the room. "What is your problem?"

Nate stood there, his fists clenched at his sides, his eyes dark and unreadable as they bore into Y/N. "What the hell were you doing with that guy?" he demanded, his voice low and strained.

Y/N scoffed, throwing his hands up. "Dancing? Flirting? Having fun? You know, normal things people do at parties?"

"That guy wasn't—" Nate started, his voice rising, but Y/N cut him off.

"Oh, don't even start," Y/N said, stepping closer and jabbing a finger at Nate's chest. His voice was sharp, each word like a dagger. "Straight people don't get to interfere in their gay roommate's love life just because they're feeling territorial. You've got no right to—"

"Shut up!" Nate barked, his voice rough and cracking at the edges.

Y/N froze for a beat, his eyes narrowing. "No. You shut up, Nate," he snapped back, his tone fierce. "I don't know what's got you so wound up, but I'm not gonna let you treat me like I'm some kind of—"

"I don't know what I'm doing, alright?" Nate interrupted, his voice suddenly softer, almost desperate. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing the room in agitated strides. "I don't—this isn't normal for me. I've never felt like this before."

"Felt like what?" Y/N asked, his voice losing some of its bite as he crossed his arms.

"Like this!" Nate snapped, stopping abruptly to face Y/N. His eyes were raw with emotion, his composure slipping with every word. "About a guy. About you."

The confession hung in the air like a thunderclap, the weight of it pressing down on both of them. Y/N stared at Nate, his expression softening but his guard still firmly in place.

"You're kidding," Y/N said finally, his voice quieter but still edged with disbelief. "You, Mr. I'm-Straight-As-An-Arrow, have feelings for me?"

Nate exhaled sharply, his shoulders sagging as he looked away. "I don't know what this is," he admitted, his voice breaking slightly. "I didn't let myself think about it."

"Think about what?" Y/N pressed, his tone gentler now, the anger replaced by curiosity.

Nate's gaze snapped back to Y/N's, and for the first time, his vulnerability was laid bare. "You," he said simply. "How you make me feel. How much it pisses me off to see you with someone else. How I can't stop thinking about you, no matter how much I try."

Y/N blinked, stunned into silence as the words sunk in. For the first time, he didn't have a quick comeback.

Before he could respond, Nate crossed the room in a single step, his hands cupping Y/N's face as he leaned in.

The kiss was hesitant at first, almost unsure, but the moment their lips met, everything else fell away. Y/N's hands instinctively found the front of Nate's hoodie, gripping the fabric as he kissed back. The hesitation dissolved into something more certain, the kiss deepening as weeks of tension and unspoken feelings spilled out between them.

It was messy and unpracticed, their movements slightly clumsy but real. When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting together as they struggled to process what had just happened.

"Wow," Y/N murmured after a beat, his voice soft but tinged with amusement. "Didn't think you had it in you, QB."

Nate let out a shaky laugh, his lips curving into a faint smile. "Yeah. Me neither."

[starboye]

pairing: jacob elordi x male reader x tom holland

request: I'm a manwhore for Jacob Elordi and Tom Holland being possessive over male reader whenever he talks to another guy whether he's just being friendly in general and the two of them just fuck and tease male reader whenever they get a chance and male reader calling them daddy(btw love your work!)

warnings: smut, rough sex, fingering, teasing, face fucking, cum eating, daddy kink

you were just chatting it up with some other actor at an event, you weren't even all touchy with them like jacob says but somehow just talking to the guy shows how badly you wanted him to fuck you so they just had to interrupt the conversation, both of them wrapping an arm around you waist and laying a kiss on your head.

"hey baby who's this" jacob asks moving his hand lower to grope your ass right in front of the man "just a friend i was talking to" you say already knowing the thoughts bouncing around in their minds "well seeing as we're here now you can go now" tom pipes up, watching the man quickly walk away to not start anything with tom or jacob.

"now why did you do that" you ask turning around to see the shit eating grin on their faces before jacobs leans down to kiss you and tom starts kissing your neck "we have no idea what you mean" tom mutter "guys stop we're in public" you try to push them off you but once they have a thought in mind they wont stop till they do it.

pushing you into the nearest bathroom and locking the door before taking off your clothes and letting them drop to the floor, jacob bending you over the the sink and spitting on his fingers, sliding them up and down your hole to open you up while tom continued making out with you to swallow your moans to keep them from reaching the ears of the others outside the door.

after some time of teasing you jacob finally slips his fingers inside you, curling them inside you over and over as he pumped them in and out of you, just grazing against your good spot leaving you moaning into toms mouth like a needy cock whore "please please i need it" you whined making them both chuckle "you want this cock in you" jacob taunts you, just barely rubbing his tip up and down your hole.

"mhm please j" you choke out and jacob fulfills your request, slipping his thick cock into you in an instant, whimpers falling from your mouth as the large man plows your hole raw while tom decides he has to keep you quiet some way, turning you his way and pulling his pants down to let his cock flop out and shoving it in your mouth, your moans reverberating around his cock making him shudder a little.

"two tight holes for two big cock" tom laughs pumping his cock in and out of your mouth roughly, listening to you gag around him like a good boy, it felt so good being a cock slut for tom and jacob, feeling their dick fill you up and stretch you out everyday, although it left you sore it was so good to be the only hole for them.

"what do you say, should we fill him up jacobs" tom asks feeling himself already about to unload "it would be a crime if we didn't" jacob smirks pounding into you harder before emptying his load into you, tom following close behind and cumming down your throat, hearing as you struggle to take all his thick cum down but you do.

"now what do you say" jacob asks giving a little slap to your ass "thank you daddy" you stammer out "good boy now lets get you dressed" tom says, they both help you put all your clothes back on and walk you to the car, getting weird stare from the guests that see you walking funny and looking fucked out, only if they knew.

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[g4yforethan]

dangerous

pairing: nate jacobs x male!reader

summary: nate spots reader at a party and invites them upstairs for some fun !

warnings: cursing, drinking, top!nate, bottom!reader

a/n: i hate nate jacobs but jacob elordi is so fine so i had to write himm ;)

your friends had invited you to a party on saturday night. you weren’t exactly in the mood to go out but they convinced you to go anyways. you wore a white tee and black jeans and drove with your friends to the party. when at the party, you went to go grab a drink in the kitchen. when doing so, you noticed someone eyeing you. it was nate jacobs. he always had an intimidating stare but this stare was different. he looked intrigued and desired you. “yo what got you here?” he says to you as he gets closer.

“oh nothing just here with some friends.” you quickly say while grabbing your drink. you try to leave which he notices and grabs your arm. “bro chill i’m not gon hurt you or anything like that. what’s your name even?” his hand still grabbing ahold of your arm. “uhh y/n. i’m in your english class.” he nods his head and let’s go of your arm. he takes another shot and slams the cup on the kitchen table. “why don’t we chill upstairs? your friends will be fine with it right?” you were confused as to why nate jacobs was asking you to hang out but you agreed.

as the party started to die down, the two of you went upstairs to the master bedroom. you sat down on the side of the bed and nate locked the door. he sat next to you and started to massage your thigh. “you know i never knew you were this pretty.” you started to blush and he took note of this. "uhh thanks. you know i kinda had a crush on you for the longest but i thought you were straight." you were scared that you said too much but he leaned in and whispered in your ear. "i go both ways." he grabs your face and pulls you in for a kiss. "fuck your lips taste so sweet." he moans as you massage his crotch and his dick starts to grow. he quickly unzips his pants and you get on your knees and put his dick in your mouth.

he moans and forces you to take his entire cock in your mouth. you pull out to breathe and he grabs your chin and kisses you on the lips. "fuck you look so pretty sucking my dick. you tryna do more?" you nod your head and he smiles. you pull your pants and lay on the bed with your back arched and ass facing towards him. he starts to lick and kiss your hole which leaves you body filled with pleasure and desire. "you like that baby boy?" you moan yes as he starts to tease your hole with his cock. he enters and goes slow at first grabbing your waist in the meantime. he leaves kisses all over your back as each stroke he gives becomes more passionate and stronger. he starts to pick up the pace and starts pulling your hair back. "that's right baby. take this dick." you start to moan and roll your eyes back as nate goes faster and faster.

"fuck im gonna cum." he pulls out and shoots his load all over your back. he lays back on the bed and looks at you with a smile on his face. he grabs your face and leaves a hickey on your neck. "you taste so good you know?" you blush at his comment. "thanks. i put on a good amount of cologne before coming here so." he laughs and gets up and puts his clothes back on. "i'll see you in english class y/n." he gives you one more kiss on the lips before leaving the room.

[supercap2319]

Maddy: "Y/N is a two-faced cunt."

Y/N: "I'm not a cunt. You're the cunt."

Maddy: "You're the fucking cunt, bitch!"

Y/N: "Actually, it's 'slut.' At least that's what Nate called me before he fucked me. But between you and me, he's not as good as Danny Sullivan."

Crowd: *Oohs*

Maddy: *Gets out of her seat* "Oh, this bitch needs to be put down."

[jazzsonly]

ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ

pairing(s): maddy perez x fem!reader (no pronouns used.)

warning(s): angst? arguing? none technically. old fic meaning old ass writing.

summary: you can't understand why Maddy won't save your failing relationship

part two. (coming soon!)

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you were laid against fezco's couch while you, him, and rue shared a blunt. tv on, with a random movie blaring from it. you don't know, you weren't really paying attention. maddy was clouding your mind as she usually did.

you had your sixth argument alone this week. you were tired—you couldn't understand. everything was fine. you were fine—more than fine, you were happy. so was maddy or at least you thought because all she seemed to do was start an argument lately. the weirdest part: she'd get even more mad when you tried to deescalate the situation and understand her.

"i think jules is cheating on me." rue announced, blowing smoke from her nose.

"oh word?" fezco let out while I was hummed in response.

was that it? was maddy cheating on you? no. you held her too high to think of her doing that.

"she’a been hanging with elliot a lottt." rue dragged her words.

"maybe you should ask her..." you trail off.

“you know, communicate.”

"yea’ that's word. communication is key." you both turn to fezco.

"when have you been in a relationship?" rue asked the question you were both thinking.

"don’t worry about me—I know a little some." you snort, you loved fez. you knew if you needed anything he had you.

"yo, there's this weird ass old guy out back." everyone looked at ashtray who held a shotgun in his hands.

"fuck, man."

fez stood and turned to both of you, "y'all should head out."

you didn't ask any questions, standing up you made your way to the door. rue behind you as well, grumbling about how she was comfortable.

"you need a ride?" you asked the Bennett.

"nah I got a bike."

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maddy's house was on the way to yours so you figured why not stop by. you weren't in the mood to argue so you thought maybe you could get her relaxed and watch a movie.

you knocked on the door a totaled or three times before her mom open it,

"y/n?" she seemed oddly surprised to see you.

"hey mrs.perez, is maddy here?"

"yeah, she's in her room." she pointed to the familiar stairs, stepping aside to let you.

you followed the route upstairs, knocking on the bedroom door twice before peaking your head in. maddy on her bed, phone to her ear. her eyes met you face and she rolled her eyes before telling whoever (assumed Cassie) on the phone she'd call them later.

"hey—I was on my way home and wanted to stop by, hope you don't min—

"come here." you followed, closing the door behind you. surprisingly, she pulled you into a hug, after placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"listen, I don't wanna argu—

"were you smoking?" she questioned, sniffing your shirt that had a light scent of weed.

"yeah, just a little." you mutter already having an idea where this was going.

"you've been doing it a lot—and you've been hanging with rue."

"i’m not on that shit, maddy. just some weed and light drinking. just to relax." you huff at her accusation.

"drinking too? what? you gonna end of like my dad AND rue?" here you go.

"maddy—"

"you’re so fucking selfish." here come the insults.

“i do it because of you!" you blurt of out, voice rising.

"me? no you do because you're fucking self and only think about yourself. god—i should've known when i found you were friends with rue and fez."

you perk up, pointing your finger. “they're good people. don’t you fucking look down on them."

you weren't normally defensive but you weren't gonna let her shit talk your people.

"look, maddy, i didn't come here for this shit. so call me when you get your head on right, bro." you stood, trying to exit of the door you came in but maddy’s hand caught your wrist.

"stay."

"i just—

"we can watch a movie." she gave you doe eyes and you contemplated for a second.

if you stay you know you'd probably argue again but there's also a chance you can be civil. but that was a 75 to 35 ratio

"please, baby."

you sigh, sitting back down.

━━━ 👩🏽‍💻

[leighbaye]

— HOUSE OF BALLOONS

written by mina leigh 𝜗᭪ , elliot fike 𝔁 m! reader | wc 2750

summary. you’re over at elliot’s house, alone without your sister & jules. he explains the complicated situation between the trio and as you vent out your pent up frustration about the revelation, elliot comes up with a way to calm you down, not that you were imposed.

labels. bennett reader, elliot’s kinda horny, he also gets touchy, mentions of reader nicotine smoking, angry makeouts, praising, hair pulling from both parties, angst, dubcon. VIEWERS DISCRETION ADVISED.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ mina speaks. i just needed to write something with elliot & male reader after remembering elliot admitted he fucked ❝ 4 to 3 ❞ guys when jules was interrogating him

you were in elliot’s bed, staring up at the ceiling, fingers fumbling with the buckle on your belt as elliot leaned back, reaching for your vape. the room was dimly lit, curtains drawn tight, suffocating any light that dared creep in. there was a weird tension between the two of you — not new, not entirely unfamiliar, but more pronounced now that it was just the two of you. no jules. no rue. just the silence, punctuated by the quiet hiss of the vape and the soft hum of a playlist neither of you really cared about.

elliot took a drag, his lips pressing against the cool metal, and exhaled slowly. the faint scent of nicotine and something sweeter hung in the air. he glanced at you, as you were still fidgeting with your belt but not really looking at him. elliot ran his tongue over his lower lip, hesitating for a moment before finally breaking the silence.

❝ hey, uh ... can i tell you something? but you gotta promise not to get mad alright? ❞ his voice was calm, lazy, but there was an undercurrent of something more. guilt, maybe.

you paused, your hands stilling on the belt, eyebrows knitting together. ❝ depends on what it is.? ❞

elliot took another drag, stalling. ❝ it's about rue.? ❞

the room seemed to grow colder instantly. your grip on the belt tightened instantly.

❝ what about rue? ❞

elliot sighed, sitting up straighter, letting the vape roll between his fingers. ❝ me, rue, and jules ... it's ... complicated. ❞ he glanced at you, observing your reaction, then pressed on. ❝ i mean, we've all kind of been messing around, you know? it's not exactly a secret.? ❞

you sat up too, your body suddenly tense, reaching into your pocket for your own vape. placing it on your lips, taking a long dab before exhaling sharply. ❝ what the fuck are you talking about, elliot? ❞ your voice was strained, irritation bubbling just under the surface.

elliot bit his lip, trying to figure out how to phrase it without making things worse.

❝ look, man, rue's your sister, i know that, but she's... she's been in a weird place, and jules — ❞

❝ jules? ❞ you cut him off, voice rising ❝ what the fuck does jules have to do with this? ❞

elliot looked away for a second, rubbing the back of his neck. ❝ it's not like ... like we planned it or anything. shit just happened. but ... they've been together, kinda ... and i've been there too.? ❞

you coughed, choking on nic, eyes wide with disbelief, ❝ are you fucking serious right now?? ❞

elliot leaned back, avoiding your gaze. ❝ i didn't mean for you to find out like this.? ❞

you then felt a surge of anger rush through you, your heart pounding in your chest as you reached out and grabbed elliot by the collar of his sweater, yanking him forward.

❝ so what, you just ... what the fuck, elliot? ❞

elliot didn't resist, didn't pull back. in fact, a slow, almost smug smirk spread across his lips. it was the kind of smirk that made your blood boil even more. elliot's eyes darkened, and he tilted his head, his voice low and teasing. ❝ you mad at me, y/n? ❞

you grit your teeth, pushing elliot back onto the bed. but elliot's smirk didn't fade. instead, it grew, like he'd just come up with the most brilliant idea. before you could even process what was happening, elliot surged forward, crashing your lips together in a heated, messy kiss. tasting strawberry ice gelato melting in your mouth.

for a second, you froze, caught off guard by the suddenness of it. but then, something snapped inside you, and you kissed elliot back with a fury that surprised even himself. elliot wasted no time, using the momentum to flip you both over so he was straddling your hips. his hands were everywhere — running up your sides, tangling in his hair, tugging just hard enough to make your breath hitch.

❝ fuck, ❞ you muttered against elliot's lips, your hands trailing finding their way under elliot's shirt, feeling the warm skin beneath. your mind was racing, anger and confusion mixing with something else, something you didn't want to name.

elliot's hands moved lower, toying with your belt buckle like it was some kind of game, his fingers brushing against your skin in a way that made you shiver. ❝ you're so tense, ❞ elliot whispered, his breath hot against your ear. ❝ you need to relax. ❞

you responded with a low growl, your hands gripping elliot's hips, pulling him down harder against you. the kiss grew more frantic, more desperate, and before you knew it, your fingers were tangling in elliot's hair, tugging hard enough to make elliot gasp into his mouth.

❝ you think you can fuck with my head like that and get away with it?? ❞ you muttered, your voice rough and low. elliot's smirk returned, but this time it was more breathless, more eager.

❝ is that what you think i'm doing? ❞ elliot's voice was teasing, but there was a challenge in his eyes.

you didn't bother answering. instead, you tugged elliot's hair again, harder this time, earning a low moan from him. you felt a strange sense of satisfaction at the sound, the power shifting between you, and for a moment, everything else seemed to disappear. the anger, the confusion, the betrayal - it all faded into the background as you lost yourself in the heat of the moment.

elliot's fingers fumbled with your belt buckle again, teasing, but you weren’t in the mood for games. you flipped him over once more, pinning elliot beneath you, your hands gripping the sides of elliot's face as you kissed him fiercely. you didn't feel the need to care about being careful or gentle — you just needed to feel something, anything, to drown out the whirlwind of emotions in his chest.

elliot's hands slid up your back, pulling you closer, and for a while, it was just you both. no words, no thoughts, just the raw, messy collision of your bodies and mostly your anger.

but then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. you pulled back almost forcefully, your chest heaving, your mind catching up with what had just happened. you stared down at elliot, who was lying beneath you, his lips swollen, his hair a mess from where you had pulled at it.

❝ fuck, ❞ you muttered, scrambling off the bed and running a hand through your own hair. what the hell had you just fucking done?

elliot sat up slowly, watching you with a curious, almost amused expression. ❝ you alright dude.? ❞

❝ no, i'm not fucking alright, ❞ you snapped, grabbing your jacket from the floor and shoving your vapes back in your front pockets, with trembling hands. ❝ i gotta get out of here.❞

before elliot could say anything else, you were already out the door, the sound of it slamming shut echoing in the empty house.

you didn't stop walking until you were outside, the cool night air hitting your face as you leaned against the side of the building, trying to steady your breathing. biting your now swollen lips almost making them bleed. still smelling elliot’s god damn attractive scent lingering around you. it was just so unfortunately intoxicating.

© MINA LEIGH 2023 - 2024

[marrziy]

—★: imagina uma AU com esses atores nesses universos? Um trio de assassinos gostosos atrás de mim querendo botar minhas entranhas pra fora AAAAAAA 🫦 era meu sonho (só na ficção mesmo pls

[crybyemissamericanpie]

Puppy love - Felix Catton x Gn!Reader (soft fluff)

Puppy love - Felix Catton x Gn!Reader (soft fluff)

I have been on a writers block for a while but im slowly climbing out of it so here is this oneshot

TW:Part-nudity,meantion of alcohol

The dim of light flashes onto you,the morning breeze quiet calming as you lean againts the balcony fence staring into the big backyard of the mansion.

"y/n?.."A small raspy voice says behind you making your head turn,your expression immediately softening as it was Felix who called you out,still in bed.

"yes?"A soft smile lingering on your lips,as you walk back to the bed.Felix squinting his eyes trying to get used to the sudden light

When you walked close enough to the side of the bed,he softly and lazily grabbed your hand,with a small groan,his eyes still squinting as he softly drags your hand to the bed

Didnt ask any question,you knew what he wanted.You got back in the bed pulling the blanket over your exposed chest as you turn towards Felix,and he almost immediately snuggles into you,his forehead on your shoulder,arms wrapped around you

You kiss the side of his head as playing with his hair"needy arent we?"You say,maybe a bit sounding mean as it came out

"no"Felix groans quietly,he was like a big baby,needing full attention on him,special attention,your attention. but never admiting it

"no shame"You whisper in his ear but only earn a 'mhm' in response

It was wierd but also lovely to see your boyfriend like this,he rarely ever let out his needy.It felt great that sometimes you could break his shell.

You stop caressing his hair for a second "mmm"Felix lets out against your shoulder

"whats that?"You asks"mm...play with my hair"Felix lifts his head up from you shoulder to speak his face in front of yours,his curls messy.His hazel doe eyes not leaving yours

You cant help but chuckle at his request"its not funny"Felix pouts"yeah..its not funny"You smile at him,and give his lip a small kiss,you could still taste the alcohol from his lips.Then he rests his head on your chest,and you continue to play with his hair.

[boypied]

FULL OF LIFE.

pairings: nate jacobs x male reader

summary: nate decides to come after maddie's slightly younger brother, which he ultimately succeeds in by using his charm and sexual appeal.

requested by: @jaysreyess - here

warnings: smut, gay slurs, anal sex, unprotected sex, breeding, ass eating (r!receiving), being watched during sex, cheating.

Nate aggressively pushes your head straight into the pillow to keep you quiet. He was conflicted by hearing how loudly you were moaning, it showed how fucking good he was making you feel and that made Nate feel like a faggot. Either side of your asscheeks was one of Nate's thick hands gripping onto a cheek each, holding them wide open so that his tongue can dip in and out of your pulsating asshole. "N-Nate!" You groan out in agonising pleasure as your rock hard cock painfully pulsates as he leaves it alone. He slowly pulls away as your body exudes all its power and drops down against your satin sheets, "mhm" you whimper out as the feeling of him pulling away was all too much as he takes away all the pleasure that you were living for, for the past whole hour that he had spent eating you out.

Nate flips you over and lines up his cock with your hole and he gently thrusts forward and he watches how your cock disappears into your warmth, "nate!" You whimper out in slightly shock as you've never experienced the size of a cock that big. Nate was blessed with a nine inch and graced with a thick cut delicious dick. Your phone has been blowing up for a while, so as he continues to pound back and forth, he picks up your phone as his eyes dart back and forth from the phone to your face. Nate smirks as he picks up the phone, and he doesn't even need to tell his body to move his hips in a rough manner as your tongue drops out and spit runs across it. "Good boy," he mumbles under his breath until he answers one of the many calls and clicks onto face time.

"Hey- WHAT THE FUCK!" you hear the sound of your boyfriend down the end of the phone, you hear how loud he shouts trying to get through to you. You don't even have a second thought about running to take the phone out of Nate's hands as he continues to pound away at you, one thrust at a time. "Y/N! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? " he shouts down the phone, and Nate turns the camera back to himself as he shows your boyfriend him thrusting his cock deep into your asshole, "He's getting fucked by a real man!" Nate groans out in agonising pleasure as he chuckles loudly with each thrust of his cock. Your moans echoe throughout the room, and your boyfriends phone echoes with the sound of another man pleasuring you in an ungodly way.

Nate's one hand gripped onto your hips as he stopped focusing on your boyfriend on the phone, and his eyes travelled down to your asscheeks and he admires the way they jiggle with each thrust of his cock. "Look at how happy he is!" Nate grunts out between thrusts as he turns the camera onto your face as your eyes are fluttered back and your tongue is sticking out as sweat drips down your face and you pant, your body convulsing in pleasure. Nate turns the camera back onto him to notice that your boyfriend had hung up at some point when he wasn't looking, leaving nothing but a message that said, "I'm done." Nate just stares at it for a moment while laughing as he throws your phone to the side, and he grips your hips with both hands, and he begins to pump his cock in and out of you. As he piston fucks you your cock bounces up and down, hitting your stomach and Nate's perfectly sculpted abs.

Nate piston fucks into you, roughly and dominantly which ultimately causes you to shoot your load all over your body. You lean up slightly to watch as your cock spurts out cum and paints your stomach white, hands free. Nate smirks as he watches how pleasure you've become, he fucks into you a couple more times until he shoots thick ropes of his white seed into your asshole. Your eyes widen in pure bliss as you feel your walls contract around his cock as he pumps your stomach full off his seed, "Nate!" You whimper out as he leans down and presses his lips against yours "just..Shh, baby. Enjoy it, " he whispers in your ear as he starts breeding your asshole with a couple of thrusts until he pulls out of you. You whimper slightly at the disconnect until Nate pulls your body close to his and you close your eyes and smile as his cum drips out of your asshole and down your asscheek.

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nate jacobs (short)

[dreamersworldduh]

HIS AWAKENING — PART 2

SUMMARY — Nate Jacobs embodies the quintessential all-American quarterback—athletic, commanding, and effortlessly attractive. Beneath the surface, however, lies a man riddled with inner conflict. His outward bravado conceals a fragile core shaped by toxic societal expectations, a broken family dynamic, and a deep struggle with his own identity. Nate's carefully constructed image masks a storm of repressed emotions, his intimidating presence serving as both armor and a warning to those who might venture too close.

That is, until Y/N entered his life. Strikingly handsome and unapologetically bold, Y/N exudes a magnetic confidence that demands attention the moment he walks into a room. His blend of charisma, sass, and fearless energy challenges everything Nate thought he knew about himself—and about the walls he's built to keep others out.

WARNING! 18+ MDNI. Suggestive Langauge. Swearing.

WORDS! 12.9k

AUTHOR'S NOTE! Here’s part two where things get spicy for this lovely duo. I hope you enjoy.

PREVIOUS PART! HIS AWAKENING

The cool air was a stark contrast to the heat still lingering on Y/N's skin from the party—and from Nate's touch. Their lips crashed together again, urgency threading through each movement as Nate pressed Y/N back against the door of their dorm room.

Y/N let out a breathless laugh between kisses, his hands fisting the front of Nate's hoodie as he tugged him closer. Nate's hands gripped Y/N's waist, fingers curling possessively around his hips, his broad frame effectively caging Y/N against the door.

"You were so dramatic about leaving," Nate muttered against Y/N's lips, his voice rough with desire.

Y/N smirked, tilting his head to deepen the kiss for just a moment before pulling back, breathless but still sharp-tongued. "I'm not making out in a disgusting frat house bathroom," he retorted. "Sticky floors, weird smells, God knows what on the walls—no thanks."

Nate chuckled, his breath fanning across Y/N's jaw as he pressed a lingering kiss just beneath his ear. "You're ridiculous," he murmured, but there was nothing but warmth in his voice.

"Practical," Y/N corrected, gasping when Nate's lips brushed the sensitive skin of his neck. "There's a difference."

With a low growl, Nate reached behind Y/N, fumbling blindly for the keycard. "Then let's be practical and get inside," he muttered, finally managing to unlock the door and push it open.

They stumbled into the dorm room, still tangled in each other. Y/N kicked the door shut behind them with a practiced ease, his back barely hitting the closed door before Nate surged forward, capturing his lips again in a heated kiss.

Y/N's fingers tugged at the hem of Nate's hoodie, slipping beneath the fabric to feel the warmth of his skin. "This... is so much better," he mumbled between kisses, his voice breathy.

"Yeah?" Nate rasped, his hands sliding up Y/N's back, fingers splaying against bare skin as he tugged him even closer. "Because you're so into cleanliness, right?"

Y/N grinned wickedly, tilting his head just enough to nip at Nate's lower lip. "I have standards, QB," he teased, his tone playful but charged with meaning.

Nate's response was immediate—he pressed Y/N against the door, his grip tightening just enough to draw a soft gasp from him. "I'll show you standards," Nate growled, crashing their mouths together again, sending them spiraling into another heated, breathless kiss.

Y/N barely had time to react before Nate's large hands gripped his thighs, lifting him off the ground with effortless strength.

"Whoa—Nate," Y/N gasped, his words breaking into a breathless laugh as his arms instinctively wrapped around Nate's shoulders for balance.

Nate's smirk was devilish as he pressed Y/N's back against the door, his hands tightening their grip on Y/N's thighs to hold him in place. "What?" he murmured against Y/N's lips, his voice low and rough. "Afraid I'm gonna drop you?"

Y/N rolled his eyes, though his breath hitched when Nate shifted his grip, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Y/N's thighs. "No," he shot back, though the sharp edge of his voice was undercut by the flush rising in his cheeks. "I'm just surprised you didn't ask first—"

Whatever else Y/N was about to say dissolved into a sharp inhale as Nate leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of Y/N's neck.

"You talk too much," Nate growled, his voice muffled as he began trailing kisses along Y/N's neck, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down Y/N's spine.

Y/N let out a soft moan, his head tilting back to give Nate more access. His fingers curled in the fabric of Nate's hoodie, holding on tightly as Nate's lips moved lower, finding a spot just above Y/N's collarbone that made him shudder.

"Jesus, Nate," Y/N whispered, his voice breathy and laced with something he couldn't quite name.

Nate didn't respond, his only answer the press of his teeth against Y/N's skin, followed by the gentle suction of his lips. A low, guttural sound escaped Nate's throat as he worked, leaving a dark mark that bloomed against Y/N's pale skin.

Y/N's breathing grew heavier, his thighs instinctively tightening around Nate's waist. "You're—" He gasped when Nate moved to a new spot, his tongue flicking out to soothe the sting of his teeth. "You're really going for it, huh?"

Nate pulled back just enough to meet Y/N's gaze, his lips curled into a smug grin. "You're not stopping me," he said, his voice dripping with confidence.

Y/N narrowed his eyes, though the effect was ruined by the flush still burning across his cheeks. "Maybe because I—ah—" His sentence was cut off as Nate bit down lightly on another spot, drawing a soft moan from Y/N's lips.

The sound sent a surge of heat through Nate's chest, and he couldn't help the low groan that escaped him in response. "You're so sensitive," he murmured, his voice dropping even lower as he pressed another kiss to the rapidly darkening marks along Y/N's neck.

Y/N huffed out a laugh, though it was shaky. "Don't let it go to your head, QB," he said, his voice tinged with playful defiance.

But Nate didn't stop, his focus entirely on Y/N—on the way his body arched slightly against him, on the soft, breathless sounds escaping his lips, on the marks he was leaving behind like a claim.

"You're not as tough as you pretend to be," Nate murmured, his lips brushing against Y/N's ear.

"Shut up," Y/N shot back, though his voice was weaker now, his fingers tightening their grip on Nate's shoulders.

Nate chuckled, the sound vibrating against Y/N's skin as he pressed another kiss to his neck. "Make me," he whispered, his tone equal parts challenge and promise.

Y/N let out a soft, shaky breath, tilting his head to give Nate better access. The pressure of Nate's lips, the occasional scrape of teeth, and the warmth of his breath sent shivers cascading down Y/N's spine.

Y/N, needing some semblance of control in the situation, shifted slightly, loosening the grip of his legs. Nate hesitated, his hands tightening on Y/N's thighs to steady him, his brows furrowing slightly. "What are you—" he started, but his words cut off as Y/N leaned back against the door and gently kicked off his shoes. They hit the floor with soft thuds, the action slow and deliberate, his gaze never leaving Nate's.

Nate pulled back just enough to meet Y/N's eyes, his expression a mix of confusion and intrigue. "What are you doing?" he murmured, his voice low, almost a growl.

Y/N smirked, a teasing glint in his eyes as his hands slid up Nate's chest. "Relax, QB," he said, his voice breathy but steady. "Just making things... easier."

Without waiting for a response, Y/N's fingers reached the collar of Nate's hoodie, curling around the fabric. He moved slowly, his touch deliberate as he began to push the jacket off Nate's broad shoulders. Nate's breath hitched slightly, but he didn't stop him.

The hoodie slipped down Nate's arms, falling in a heap on the floor. Beneath it, Nate's t-shirt clung to him, the thin fabric outlining every muscle. Y/N's hands lingered for a moment, his palms brushing over Nate's chest as if committing the feel of him to memory.

Nate swallowed hard, his jaw tightening as he looked down at Y/N. His hands, still gripping Y/N's thighs, flexed slightly, and his breathing grew heavier. "You always this bossy?" he asked, his tone tinged with both amusement and something deeper.

Y/N tilted his head, his smirk softening into a sly smile. "Only when it works," he replied, his voice low and teasing.

Nate let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head slightly, but the intensity in his gaze never wavered. "You're something else, you know that?"

"Yeah," Y/N said, his voice quieter now, almost a whisper. His hands slid up to Nate's shoulders, pulling him closer. "And you're still holding me up like I weigh nothing. Show-off."

Nate's lips twitched into a small smirk of his own, but instead of replying, he leaned in, capturing Y/N's lips in another heated kiss. The moment their mouths met, the room seemed to shrink, leaving only the two of them and the electric pull between them.

As the kiss deepened, Nate shifted slightly, pressing Y/N more firmly against the door, and Y/N couldn't help the soft moan that escaped him. His hands gripped Nate's shoulders tightly, his earlier teasing replaced by something far more raw and unguarded.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. Just them.

Suddenly, Nate's hands remained firm on Y/N's thighs as he pulled him away from the door, his strength evident in the ease with which he carried him. Y/N's legs tightened slightly around Nate's waist, the friction of the moment sending heat radiating between them.

Nate's gaze flicked toward his bed, the unspoken intent clear in his determined strides. But as they neared the edge of the mattress, Y/N gently pressed a hand to Nate's chest, his touch firm but not forceful.

"Wait," Y/N said, his voice soft but steady, his cheeks flushed with a mix of exertion and emotion.

Nate froze, his brows furrowing slightly as he searched Y/N's face. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Y/N didn't answer immediately. Instead, he let his legs slide down from around Nate's waist, his feet finding the floor. Nate's hands hovered instinctively at his sides, as if ready to steady him. But Y/N's movements were purposeful, his eyes locked onto Nate's with an intensity that made Nate's chest tighten.

Y/N took a small step back, his hands slipping from Nate's shoulders to rest on his chest. Slowly, deliberately, he trailed his fingers down the fabric of Nate's t-shirt, over the firm lines of his torso. His touch was light, teasing, as he traced the faint outlines of muscle.

Then, without breaking eye contact, Y/N dropped to his knees.

Nate's breath hitched audibly, his hands twitching at his sides as he looked down at Y/N, the sight before him rendering him momentarily speechless. Y/N knelt there, his movements fluid and deliberate, his fingers toying with the hem of Nate's shirt as a sly smirk played on his lips.

"Y/N..." Nate started, his voice catching in his throat. He wasn't sure if it was a question, a warning, or something else entirely.

Y/N tilted his head, his eyes glinting with mischief and something deeper. "Relax, QB," he murmured, his voice low and velvety. "I just figured I'd take the lead for once."

Nate's jaw tightened, his breathing shallow as he tried to process the shift in control. Y/N's fingers brushed over his waistband, light and teasing, and Nate couldn't help the way his body reacted, his hands instinctively moving to Y/N's shoulders for balance.

The moment hung heavy between them, charged with anticipation and an undeniable heat. For Nate, every nerve in his body felt alive, his focus entirely on Y/N—on the way he looked up at him, the way his touch sent shivers down his spine.

"Y/N," Nate said again, his voice softer this time, filled with a mix of restraint and longing.

Y/N's smirk softened into something more genuine, his hands stilling as he met Nate's gaze head-on. "I've got you," he said simply, his voice carrying both reassurance and a quiet confidence that left Nate reeling.

Nate stood frozen, his hands resting heavily on Y/N's shoulders, his breathing uneven as Y/N knelt before him. The faint hum of the dormitory's fluorescent lights was the only sound, but it was drowned out by the rush of blood in Nate's ears.

Y/N's fingers moved with deliberate slowness, brushing against the waistband of Nate's jeans, toying with the button for a moment before undoing it with a deft flick of his fingers. His eyes flicked upward, meeting Nate's with a mischievous glint as he gripped the zipper tab, pausing just long enough to make Nate's breath hitch.

"You're awfully quiet, QB," Y/N teased, his voice low and silky, the corners of his lips curving into a knowing smirk.

Nate swallowed hard, his hands tightening slightly on Y/N's shoulders. "Y/N..." he began, but his voice was thick, his words trailing off as Y/N slowly dragged the zipper down, the sound loud in the stillness of the room.

Nate's jeans loosened around his hips, revealing the band of his boxers beneath. Y/N let his hands linger, brushing over the fabric teasingly before tugging the jeans down just enough to expose more of Nate's boxers. The bulge beneath the thin fabric was undeniable, his arousal straining against the material, and Y/N's smirk deepened at the sight.

"You've been holding out on me," Y/N murmured, leaning forward until his lips hovered just above Nate's clothed length. His warm breath ghosted over the sensitive area, drawing a sharp inhale from Nate.

"Y/N..." Nate's voice was low, almost a growl, but there was a raw edge of vulnerability in it that made Y/N pause for a moment, his smirk softening.

"Relax," Y/N whispered, his voice steady but laced with playful reassurance. "I told you—I've got you."

And with that, he pressed a soft, teasing kiss against the fabric of Nate's boxers, right over the swollen length beneath. The contact was light, almost maddeningly so, but it was enough to draw a quiet, unrestrained groan from Nate's throat.

Y/N continued, his kisses slow and deliberate, each one sending jolts of heat through Nate's body. The warmth of Y/N's lips against the thin fabric was a maddening combination of pleasure and restraint, and Nate's grip on Y/N's shoulders tightened, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath.

"You're... driving me crazy," Nate managed to say, his voice hoarse, his usual control slipping with each passing second.

"That's the idea," Y/N quipped, his tone playful but dripping with intent. He kissed his way along Nate's dick, his lips trailing from the base to the tip, the thin barrier of fabric only heightening the sensation.

Nate's head tipped back slightly, his hands slipping from Y/N's shoulders to grip the edge of the nearby desk for support. His knuckles turned white as he fought to keep himself steady, every nerve in his body alight with sensation.

Y/N's lips lingered for a moment longer before he pulled back, his gaze flicking up to meet Nate's. His smirk returned, equal parts teasing and self-assured. "You good up there?" he asked, his voice dripping with mischief.

Nate looked down at him, his usually sharp eyes now clouded with a haze of want. "Y/N," he said again, his voice firmer now, though it trembled at the edges.

Y/N chuckled softly, his hands sliding up Nate's thighs. "Don't worry, QB," he said, his tone softer now, more intimate. "We're just getting started."

Y/N's fingers lingered on the waistband of Nate's boxers, his touch teasingly light as he toyed with the elastic. Nate stood above him, his breathing uneven, his hands now gripping the edge of the desk behind him for support.

Y/N glanced up, his sharp eyes meeting Nate's, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. "You're not nervous, are you?" he asked, his tone light, though it carried an edge of mischief.

"Not even a little," Nate replied, his voice low and steady, but the way his chest rose and fell betrayed the truth.

Y/N hummed softly, his fingers curling into the fabric of Nate's boxers. With a deliberate slowness that could only be described as torturous, he pulled the waistband downward, just enough to free Nate's swollen dick.

The sight before him made Y/N pause, his usual quick wit momentarily silenced. Nate's size was, frankly, impressive—more than impressive. For a brief second, Y/N's expression faltered, his surprise flashing across his face before he quickly schooled his features into something more composed.

"Damn," Y/N murmured under his breath, his voice almost inaudible, but loud enough for Nate to hear.

Nate's lips twitched into a smirk, the kind of self-assured grin that sent a flicker of both amusement and irritation through Y/N. "Something you want to say?" Nate asked, his voice deep and laced with unmistakable smugness.

Y/N tilted his head, his smirk returning as he looked up at Nate with a practiced nonchalance. "You're not bad, QB," he said, his tone casual but with just enough bite to keep Nate on his toes. "I'll give you that."

"Not bad?" Nate echoed, raising an eyebrow as his smirk widened. "Pretty sure that's not what you were thinking just now."

Y/N rolled his eyes, though the slight flush on his cheeks gave him away. "Don't let it go to your head," he quipped, his hand wrapping loosely around Nate's length, his thumb brushing along the heated skin. "Confidence isn't always a good look."

Nate let out a low, shaky breath, his smirk faltering for a moment as his head tipped back slightly. "You talk a lot," he managed to say, though his voice had lost some of its usual bite.

Y/N chuckled, his grip tightening just enough to make Nate's breath hitch. "And you're pretty full of yourself," he shot back, his smirk softening into something more playful. "Let's see if you can keep it together, QB."

For once, Nate didn't have a comeback, his focus entirely on Y/N's touch as the tension between them reached a fever pitch.

Y/N's smirk didn't waver as his fingers tightened slightly around Nate's dick, his touch deliberate and calculated. The slight hitch in Nate's breath was all the encouragement Y/N needed.

"Relax, QB," Y/N murmured, his voice low and teasing as he leaned forward.

Nate's jaw clenched, his knuckles white where they gripped the edge of the desk for balance. He didn't respond, but the way his chest rose and fell in uneven breaths betrayed the effect Y/N had on him.

Without breaking eye contact, Y/N leaned closer, his tongue darting out to flick lightly against the tip of Nate's swollen dick. The touch was featherlight, almost teasing, but it drew a sharp inhale from Nate, his hips jerking forward slightly in response.

Y/N chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against Nate's skin as he licked again, this time trailing his tongue slowly along the underside of Nate's dick. His movements were unhurried, methodical, and maddeningly precise, as if savoring the way Nate's body responded to him.

"Jesus, Y/N," Nate muttered, his voice rough, his head tipping back slightly as he fought to maintain some semblance of control.

Y/N smirked, the corners of his lips curling as he pulled back slightly. "What's the matter, QB?" he asked, his voice thick with mock innocence. "Not what you were expecting?"

Nate let out a low, shaky breath, his gaze dropping to meet Y/N's. His usual confidence was faltering, his composure unraveling with each skilled flick of Y/N's tongue. "You're—" he started, but his words caught in his throat as Y/N wrapped his lips around the tip, applying just enough pressure to make Nate's knees threaten to buckle.

Y/N hummed softly, the vibration sending a shiver through Nate's entire body. His hands gripped the desk even tighter as Y/N worked, his tongue gliding over every inch of him with practiced ease. Each movement was deliberate, calculated to drive Nate closer to the edge without giving him the satisfaction of falling over it.

"Where the hell did you learn—" Nate started, his voice strained, but he didn't finish the sentence, his breath hitching again as Y/N's tongue swirled expertly around him.

Y/N pulled back just enough to speak, his voice dripping with amusement. "Wouldn't you like to know?" he teased, before leaning back in, his movements smooth and unrelenting.

Nate's smirk was long gone, replaced by a mixture of frustration and something deeper, more raw. His fingers flexed against the desk as he looked down at Y/N, his breath coming in shallow gasps. "You're... impossible," he managed to say, his voice hoarse.

Y/N glanced up at him, his eyes glinting with mischief as he slowed his movements, drawing out each moment with excruciating precision. "And you're easy to impress," he quipped, his lips brushing against Nate's shaft as he spoke.

Nate let out a low growl, his head tipping back as he let the sensation take over, every nerve in his body alive with the intensity of the moment. For the first time, he had no control—and he didn't care.

Every flick of Y/N's tongue and deliberate movement of his lips unraveling Nate's composure piece by piece. Nate's grip on the desk behind him tightened, his knuckles white as he struggled to stay upright, his legs threatening to give out beneath him.

The moment Y/N took him fully into his mouth, the warmth enveloping him, Nate let out a low, guttural groan that echoed through the room. His head tipped back, his eyes squeezing shut as his lips parted in a breathless exhale.

"Fuck, Y/N," Nate muttered, his voice deep and ragged, the sound tinged with both desperation and awe.

Y/N smirked slightly around him, his movements calculated as he hollowed his cheeks, increasing the intensity. His tongue worked expertly, tracing every contour, every sensitive spot he'd quickly learned to exploit. He glanced up briefly, catching Nate's expression—a mixture of pleasure and disbelief—and felt a surge of satisfaction.

Nate's groans grew louder, the sound vibrating in his chest as his free hand instinctively reached out, his fingers threading through Y/N's hair. He wasn't forceful, but his grip was firm, grounding himself in the sensation as his hips pressed forward ever so slightly.

The warmth of Y/N's mouth, combined with the skilled way his tongue moved, sent shivers racing up Nate's spine. His breathing was ragged, each exhale punctuated by soft curses and murmured praises.

"You're... so fucking good at this," Nate managed to say between breaths, his voice cracking slightly as another groan tore from his throat. His vulnerability in the moment, the rawness of his reaction, sent a thrill through Y/N that spurred him on.

Y/N's hands rested firmly on Nate's hips, steadying him as he continued, his movements unrelenting. The faint scrape of his nails through the fabric of Nate's shirt added another layer of sensation, one that had Nate gasping audibly.

"Y/N," Nate groaned again, his voice breaking into something almost pleading. His usual confidence had completely melted away, replaced by unfiltered need. "Jesus Christ, you're—"

Y/N pulled back slightly, his lips dragging slowly along Nate's length, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. "Speechless, QB?" he teased, his voice low and husky, his breath warm against Nate's skin.

Nate's jaw clenched, his eyes opening just enough to glare down at Y/N, though the effect was ruined by the flush creeping up his neck and the way his chest heaved. "You're... ridiculous," he muttered, though there was no heat behind the words.

"Maybe," Y/N murmured before taking him back into his mouth, his pace quickening just enough to draw another sharp groan from Nate, his entire body tensing in response.

Every sound Nate made—every groan, every breathless expletive—only fueled Y/N's determination to push him further, to see just how far he could unravel the man who prided himself on control. And as Nate's voice filled the room, raw and unrestrained, Y/N knew he was succeeding.

Nate gripped onto the desk behind him as though it were the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. His broad shoulders, usually squared and confident, slumped slightly under the weight of the moment, his head tipped back, his chest heaving.

But none of that compared to the sight before him.

Y/N was on his knees, a picture of deliberate poise and control. His movements were fluid, each flick of his tongue and glide of his lips so purposeful it felt like a carefully crafted symphony, each note resonating deep within Nate. The dim light caught the angles of Y/N's face, the faint sheen of sweat on his brow, the way his lashes framed his half-lidded eyes as he glanced up at Nate with something that felt far too knowing.

Nate's stomach twisted—not in discomfort, but in something he couldn't quite name. It wasn't just physical; it wasn't just the way Y/N was touching him. There was something deeper, something far more unsettling about the way his chest ached when he looked down at him.

Damn it, Nate thought, his jaw tightening as he tried to focus on anything but the warmth pooling in his chest.

Y/N was breathtaking like this, every movement dripping with confidence, every smirk tugging at the corner of his lips challenging Nate in ways he wasn't used to. The sharp wit, the audaciousness that always left Nate either flustered or infuriated, now felt like a magnet pulling him in further than he wanted to go.

The thought sent a pang of panic through him.

No. This isn't that, Nate told himself, though even in his own head the words sounded hollow. He wasn't supposed to feel this way. He wasn't supposed to notice the faint blush across Y/N's cheeks, the way his hair fell messily against his forehead, or the look of determination in his eyes as though he were intent on unraveling Nate completely.

But he noticed all of it. He felt all of it. And for one terrifying second, Nate almost let himself admit it.

The word love floated at the edge of his mind, soft and insistent, but Nate shoved it aside with a force that almost felt violent. He couldn't go there—not now, not ever.

Instead, he tried to focus on the heat of the moment, on the physical sensations that were enough to leave him gasping for breath. He let his gaze drop to Y/N again, taking in the sight of him, every sharp edge and soft curve illuminated by the dim lighting.

And just for a fleeting moment, Nate let himself feel it.

Maybe this is what it's supposed to feel like, the thought whispered, unbidden, before he squashed it down again.

"Y/N," Nate murmured, his voice rough and low, the word falling from his lips like a confession.

Y/N glanced up at him, his smirk shifting into something softer, something almost tender. "Yeah?" he asked, his voice warm and teasing, his lips brushing against Nate's skin as he spoke.

Nate hesitated, his throat tightening around the words he wanted to say but couldn't. He let his fingers brush against the edge of the desk again, his grip faltering as he forced a smirk back onto his face.

"Nothing," Nate finally said, his voice a little too strained, a little too hollow. "Just... keep going."

Y/N raised an eyebrow but didn't push, his knowing smile returning as he leaned back in. Nate's breath hitched again, and for the rest of the night, he let himself drown in Y/N's touch, letting the feeling replace the words he couldn't bring himself to say.

But deep down, Nate knew the truth. It was there in the way his chest tightened, in the way his thoughts kept circling back to Y/N's face, his touch, his voice. And as much as Nate tried to ignore it, he couldn't help but feel the weight of it settle in his chest.

Almost in love, he thought again, though he wouldn't admit it. Not to Y/N. Not even to himself.

Y/N continued his deliberate work. His mouth moved over Nate's dick with practiced precision, every flick of his tongue and every deliberate pull of his lips sending shudders through Nate's body. The heat was overwhelming, radiating between them in waves that seemed to build with each passing second.

Nate's grip on the desk tightened, his knuckles white, his breathing ragged and uneven. His broad chest heaved, the faint sheen of sweat glistening on his skin as he tilted his head back, eyes squeezing shut. Every nerve in his body felt alive, hyper-aware of the warmth and pressure Y/N was providing.

"Y/N," Nate groaned, his voice hoarse and unsteady. The sound was almost a plea, his usual confidence stripped away as the sensations overwhelmed him.

Y/N didn't stop, his hands steady on Nate's hips as he continued with deliberate care, his tongue tracing every sensitive spot with maddening precision. His eyes flicked upward, catching the expression on Nate's face—jaw slack, lips parted, brows furrowed in a mixture of pleasure and disbelief.

Smirking slightly, Y/N pulled back just enough to let his breath fan across Nate's length, his voice low and teasing. "What's the matter, QB?" he asked, his tone laced with playful arrogance. "Can't handle it?"

Nate let out a strained chuckle, though it sounded more like a groan. "You're... annoying," he managed, his hands twitching as though fighting the urge to grab Y/N and pull him closer.

Y/N's smirk deepened, his lips brushing against Nate's heated skin as he whispered, "And you're loving every moment of this." He moved again, his mouth enveloping Nate with renewed focus, drawing a sharp inhale and another low groan from him.

But suddenly, as if something snapped inside him, Nate's hands moved. Without warning, he gripped Y/N firmly by the shoulders, the strength in his fingers undeniable. Before Y/N could process what was happening, Nate's arms flexed, and he lifted Y/N effortlessly off the floor.

"Whoa—Nate!" Y/N yelped, his hands instinctively gripping Nate's forearms as his feet left the ground. His protest was cut short as Nate turned and set him down on the edge of the desk, the movement quick but controlled.

The cool surface of the desk contrasted sharply with the heat between them, sending a shiver through Y/N as he adjusted to the new position. Nate leaned in, his hands braced on either side of Y/N, his towering frame caging him in. Their faces were close now, close enough for Y/N to feel Nate's warm breath against his lips.

"What the hell was that for?" Y/N asked, his voice breathless, though the faint blush on his cheeks betrayed that he wasn't entirely annoyed.

Nate smirked, his gaze intense as it locked onto Y/N's. "You were having too much fun," he said, his voice low and gravelly, laced with something darker. "Thought I'd even the playing field."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, though his lips quirked into a sly grin. "Even the playing field?" he repeated, his voice dripping with amusement. "Big talk for someone who could barely stand a second ago."

Nate let out a low chuckle, his hands sliding to Y/N's hips, his grip firm but careful. "Keep talking, Y/N," he murmured, his tone both a warning and a challenge. "See where it gets you."

Y/N opened his mouth to respond, but the words dissolved into a sharp inhale as Nate leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was heated, urgent, and consuming, the kind of kiss that left no room for doubt about who was in control now.

Y/N's hands gripped Nate's shirt tightly, pulling him closer as he returned the kiss with equal fervor. The desk creaked slightly under their weight, the room filled with the sound of their breaths mingling, the tension between them snapping like a live wire.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the party they'd left behind, not the lingering questions in Nate's mind, not the growing heat between them. All that existed was the here and now, and neither of them was willing to let it go.

The kiss broke with a sudden, deliberate motion, leaving both Nate and Y/N breathless. Nate leaned back, his hands lingering on the desk on either side of Y/N as he stared down at him, his chest heaving. Y/N's lips were slightly swollen from the kiss, his cheeks flushed with heat, his eyes burning with a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

Without a word, Nate reached for the hem of his shirt, gripping the fabric tightly before pulling it over his head in one fluid motion. The action was unhurried but confident, his movements purposeful as he tossed the shirt aside. His skin glowed faintly under the dim dormitory light, every muscle of his torso carved with a precision that could only be earned through years of discipline and effort.

Next came his shoes, kicked off carelessly to land somewhere near the desk. Then his pants, unzipped and discarded with a practiced ease that made it clear he had no time for hesitation. Finally, Nate hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, sliding them down slowly, deliberately, until he stood before Y/N completely bare.

The room seemed to still as Y/N's gaze swept over him, lingering on the defined ridges of his abs, the broad expanse of his chest, the sharp line of his jaw—and lower still, where Nate's confidence was impossible to ignore.

Nate's smirk widened as he caught the way Y/N's eyes flickered up and down, the brief widening of his pupils betraying what words didn't. "You like what you see?" Nate asked, his voice low and teasing, dripping with the kind of cockiness that only he could pull off.

Y/N's mouth quirked into a small, sly smile, though the flush on his cheeks betrayed his composure. "You're definitely not shy, QB," he retorted, his voice carrying a hint of breathlessness.

"Why would I be?" Nate countered, stepping closer, his body radiating heat and confidence. "When you've got this?" He gestured to himself with a faint tilt of his chin, his tone playful but tinged with pride.

Y/N rolled his eyes, though his grin deepened. "Careful," he said, his tone mockingly serious. "That ego's getting too big for this room."

Nate chuckled, his smirk softening as his hands reached out to Y/N, gently gripping his arms. "We'll see who's talking about egos by the end of this," he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent shivers down Y/N's spine.

With a deliberate slowness, Nate pulled Y/N to his feet, their bodies just inches apart. His hands moved to the hem of Y/N's shirt, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of Y/N's stomach as he began to lift it. He took his time, his eyes never leaving Y/N's as he slipped the shirt over his head, tossing it to join the growing pile of discarded clothes.

Next came Y/N's pants. Nate's hands slid down Y/N's sides, his touch firm but careful, guiding Y/N's hips forward as his fingers hooked into the waistband. He didn't rush, instead pulling the fabric down inch by inch, his lips curling into a smirk as more of Y/N's skin was revealed.

"You're quiet," Nate said softly, his voice teasing as he knelt slightly to pull the pants down completely, leaving Y/N in nothing but his underwear. "Not like you."

Y/N's breath hitched slightly as Nate's hands brushed against his thighs, his skin tingling where Nate's fingers lingered. "Just... enjoying the show," Y/N shot back, his voice quieter than usual but still carrying its usual edge of defiance.

Nate let out a low chuckle, his hands slipping to the waistband of Y/N's underwear. He tugged at it gently, his eyes darkening as his gaze swept over Y/N's body. "Your turn," Nate murmured, his smirk softening into something more intimate as he began to slide the fabric down, exposing Y/N fully to the warm air of the room.

The tension between them was palpable, each movement deliberate and charged with unspoken energy. When they were finally both stripped bare, Nate stepped back slightly, his eyes raking over Y/N with a mixture of admiration and hunger.

"Looks like I'm not the only one with something to be cocky about," Nate said, his smirk returning, though there was a warmth in his tone that made the comment feel less like a tease and more like a genuine compliment.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, his smirk mirroring Nate's as he closed the gap between them, their bodies brushing. "Told you that ego was too big," Y/N murmured, his voice low.

"Guess you'll just have to put me in my place," Nate replied, his hands finding Y/N's waist.

Their bodies were flush against each other, skin slick and warm, each breath they shared fanning the heat between them. Nate's hands found their way to Y/N's waist, his fingers gripping firmly as he pulled Y/N even closer, their bodies perfectly aligned.

Y/N gasped softly, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths as he felt Nate's dick graze against his own. The sensation was maddeningly intimate, the contact sending a jolt of electricity through him.

Nate's lips brushed against Y/N's ear, the warmth of his breath making Y/N's knees threaten to give out. "You feel that?" Nate murmured, his voice low and rough, each word dripping with seductive intent. "That's all because of you."

Y/N's hands pressed against Nate's chest, his fingers curling slightly, but he didn't push him away. Instead, he tilted his head, giving Nate better access as his lips ghosted along the sensitive skin just below Y/N's ear.

"You're driving me insane, Y/N," Nate whispered, his voice a mix of frustration and raw desire. His grip tightened, his large hands sliding down to Y/N's hips before moving to firmly grasp his ass. The roughness of his touch drew a sharp gasp from Y/N, who arched into him instinctively.

Nate smirked at the reaction, his confidence growing as he kneaded the soft flesh with his hands, his fingers digging in just enough to leave a lingering heat. "You like that, don't you?" he teased, his tone laced with a wicked edge. "You like the way I touch you. The way I make you feel."

Y/N's head fell forward, his forehead resting against Nate's shoulder as his breathing grew heavier. "Nate..." he murmured, his voice shaky but not pleading, a challenge wrapped in soft surrender.

"What?" Nate replied, his smirk audible in his voice as he pressed their bodies closer, their dicks grazing again. The friction was almost too much, the sensation pulling a low groan from Nate's throat. "Can't handle it?"

Y/N's breath hitched, and he tilted his head back, his lips dangerously close to Nate's as his eyes burned with defiance. "You're the one losing control," he shot back, though his voice wavered, his body betraying the composure he was trying to maintain.

Nate's smirk deepened as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Y/N's jaw before moving back to his ear. "Losing control?" he whispered, his tone dark and seductive. His hands squeezed Y/N's ass again, pulling him even closer, their bodies practically molding together. "No, Y/N. This is me in control. Every sound you make, every time your body reacts to mine—that's all me."

Y/N's sharp intake of breath was all the confirmation Nate needed. He shifted slightly, the deliberate motion creating just enough friction between them to make Y/N let out a soft, unguarded moan.

Nate chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating against Y/N's skin. "That's what I thought," he murmured, his lips brushing against Y/N's ear again as he continued his whispered assault. "You're mine tonight, Y/N. Every inch of you."

Y/N's response was lost in another gasp as Nate pressed them together again, the heat and intensity of the moment consuming them both, leaving nothing but raw, unspoken desire in its wake.

Nate lifted Y/N effortlessly, his strength undeniable. He set Y/N down on the edge of the desk with deliberate care, his body slotting between Y/N's legs as he leaned forward, their foreheads briefly brushing together.

Y/N let out a soft gasp, his thighs instinctively wrapping around Nate's hips to pull him closer. The heat between them was undeniable, their skin flushed and slick as they pressed together, Nate's broad frame practically engulfing Y/N's.

Nate reached down, his hands sliding along Y/N's thighs, his grip possessive and firm as he aligned their bodies. The room was silent except for the sound of their shallow breaths and the faint creak of the desk beneath them.

Just as Nate positioned himself, Y/N placed a hand on Nate's chest, his lips curling into a teasing smirk. "Top drawer," he said, his voice breathy but playful. "There's lube in there. Might make things easier, you know."

Nate paused for a beat, his sharp eyes locking onto Y/N's. The corner of his mouth twitched into a cocky grin, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from Y/N's face. "Appreciate the offer," he murmured, his voice low and dripping with confidence. "But I've got my own way."

Before Y/N could respond, Nate brought one hand to his dick, wrapping his fingers around it with practiced ease. His other hand cupped Y/N's hip to keep him steady as he spit into his palm, the sound sharp and deliberate. Y/N's eyes widened slightly, his gaze fixed on Nate's every movement as Nate spread the moisture along his dick, his hand moving with slow, deliberate strokes.

The sight was hypnotizing—Nate's muscles flexing with each motion, the gleam of his length catching the dim light, and the self-assured smirk on his face as he watched Y/N watching him. "See?" Nate said, his tone laced with teasing arrogance. "Told you I've got this."

Y/N's cheeks flushed, but he didn't look away. His lips parted slightly as he exhaled a shaky breath, the anticipation winding tighter in his chest. "Always so sure of yourself," Y/N murmured, his voice softer now, though there was a hint of challenge in his tone.

Nate's smirk deepened as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Y/N's ear. "Because I know exactly what I'm doing," he whispered, his voice rough with intent.

Y/N shivered at the sound, his fingers gripping the edge of the desk as he tilted his head back, exposing the curve of his neck. Nate didn't waste another moment, his hands sliding to Y/N's hips to position him properly, his touch firm but careful.

The room seemed to hold its breath as Nate adjusted his stance, his movements unhurried, every action deliberate. The tension between them was nearly unbearable, the air thick with expectation as Nate lined himself up, his focus entirely on Y/N.

"Ready?" Nate asked, his voice softer now, a rare moment of vulnerability slipping through his usual confidence.

Y/N met his gaze, his own smirk fading into something more genuine. "Always," he whispered, his voice steady despite the tremor in his chest.

With that, Nate pressed forward, his hands gripping Y/N's hips with a mix of control and urgency. Y/N's head tilted back, his lips parting as he let out a soft, shaky moan, the sound breaking the stillness of the room. It was quiet but raw, laced with pleasure and vulnerability, and it sent a jolt of satisfaction straight through Nate.

Nate froze for a moment, his smirk deepening as he processed the sound. His eyes locked onto Y/N, who was flushed and breathless, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. The sight of Y/N like this—completely undone, his body arching against the desk—was enough to stoke Nate's confidence to a fiery peak.

"Like that?" Nate murmured, his voice low and teasing as he leaned forward, his breath warm against Y/N's ear. His fingers tightened on Y/N's hips, holding him firmly in place as he pulled back slightly, only to push forward again with deliberate precision.

Y/N gasped, his hands gripping the edge of the desk for stability as Nate began to find a rhythm. His voice came out in breathless fragments. "Nate..." he moaned softly, the sound barely above a whisper but filled with enough heat to make Nate's stomach twist.

The smirk on Nate's face grew as he took in every detail—the way Y/N's back arched just enough to meet his movements, the way his thighs tensed around Nate's hips, the faint sheen of sweat forming along his skin. "That's it," Nate said, his voice rough and commanding. "Let me hear you."

He adjusted his stance slightly, his hips snapping forward at a faster pace. The desk creaked faintly beneath them, the sound mingling with the soft moans escaping Y/N's lips. Every thrust drew another reaction from Y/N, each one more unguarded than the last, his voice rising in pitch as Nate pushed him further toward the edge.

"Fuck, Y/N," Nate growled, his smirk faltering for a moment as the pleasure coursing through him became almost overwhelming. He gritted his teeth, his focus locked entirely on the way Y/N's body moved with him, the way he clenched around him with every thrust.

Y/N let out another soft, drawn-out moan, his hands scrambling to find purchase on Nate's shoulders. His fingers curled into the firm muscle there, holding on tightly as his head fell forward, his breath hot against Nate's neck. "You're—" Y/N started, his words dissolving into a gasp as Nate's pace quickened further, his movements becoming more intense.

"What was that?" Nate teased, his voice rough but steady as he dipped his head to brush his lips against Y/N's ear. "You can't even finish a sentence, can you?"

Y/N's response was another soft moan, his fingers digging deeper into Nate's shoulders as he tilted his head back, exposing the line of his throat. Nate couldn't help himself—he leaned in, pressing his lips to the sensitive skin there, his teeth grazing lightly as he continued to thrust.

The combination of Nate's movements and his teasing touch sent Y/N spiraling, his body tensing and trembling as the pleasure mounted. "Nate..." he gasped again, his voice cracking slightly as he clung to him.

Nate's smirk returned, but his movements remained relentless, every thrust calculated to drive Y/N further over the edge. "That's it," he murmured, his voice almost a growl. "Keep making those sounds for me."

And Y/N did, his moans filling the room as Nate's pace quickened, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that felt both chaotic and perfectly synchronized. Nate's cocky exterior may have been intact, but the way his jaw clenched and his breathing grew heavier betrayed the fact that Y/N was pushing him to his limits, too.

This was more than physical—it was raw, unfiltered, and completely consuming, leaving neither of them any room to think about anything but the fire that burned between them.

Y/N's mind was a haze, every coherent thought drowned out by the waves of pleasure crashing through him. He knew Nate had said something—teasing him, challenging him, that smug tone laced with arrogance—but the words barely registered. The only thing Y/N could focus on was the heat of Nate's body pressed against his, the firm grip of Nate's hands on his hips, and the relentless rhythm that left him gasping for air.

His lips parted as if to respond, but no sound came out except for a soft, breathless moan. The pleasure was all-consuming, leaving Y/N completely at Nate's mercy. His fingers curled tightly around the edge of the desk, his knuckles white as he tried to ground himself against the overwhelming sensation.

Nate's voice came again, low and teasing, right against Y/N's ear. "What's the matter, Y/N?" he murmured, his tone dripping with smug satisfaction. "You always have something to say. Cat got your tongue?"

Y/N wanted to snap back, wanted to match Nate's cocky energy with a sharp retort, but the words were caught in his throat. Another thrust from Nate sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through him, his back arching involuntarily as his head tipped back. The sound that escaped him was more of a gasp than a response, his body trembling under Nate's relentless pace.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Nate growled, his hands tightening on Y/N's hips as he pulled him closer, their bodies moving perfectly in sync. "You're too far gone, aren't you? Can't even think straight."

Y/N let out a shaky laugh, though it dissolved almost immediately into a whimper as Nate shifted slightly, hitting a spot that made his vision blur. "N-Nate..." he gasped, his voice shaky and weak, barely audible over the sound of their bodies moving together.

Nate smirked, the corners of his lips curving upward as he leaned in, his breath hot against Y/N's neck. "That's all you've got?" he murmured, his tone both mocking and tender, the combination enough to make Y/N's knees feel like jelly.

Y/N tried again to form a response, his lips moving soundlessly for a moment before another thrust sent him spiraling, his grip on the desk tightening as his body shuddered. "I—I..." he stammered, but whatever thought he'd been trying to voice was wiped away by another wave of pleasure.

"That's what I thought," Nate said again, his smirk widening as he watched Y/N unravel beneath him. "Blinded by it, aren't you? Don't worry—I've got you."

And Y/N, for all his usual wit and defiance, could do nothing but cling to Nate's words and the overwhelming sensation, his mind and body completely at the mercy of the pleasure Nate was giving him.

Nate's hands gripped Y/N's thighs firmly, his strong fingers pressing into the soft flesh as he adjusted his stance. With a low, guttural groan, he bent slightly, his muscles flexing as he hooked Y/N's legs around his waist.

"Hold on," Nate murmured, his voice rough and breathy, carrying both a warning and a promise.

Y/N instinctively wrapped his arms around Nate's shoulders, his fingers curling into the fabric of Nate's damp shirt. His legs tightened around Nate's hips, locking him in place, but it did little to prepare him for what came next.

With one smooth motion, Nate lifted him, his powerful arms supporting Y/N's weight as if it were nothing. The movement caused Y/N to gasp sharply, the sudden shift making him hyperaware of the way Nate was still buried deep inside him. The stretch, the pressure—it sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through Y/N's body, leaving him breathless.

Nate smirked, his confidence only growing as he felt Y/N tremble in his grasp. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice low, almost a growl. "I've got you."

Y/N barely had time to respond before Nate began moving him, sliding him up his length with a deliberate slowness before pulling him back down. The sensation was intense, every movement sending sparks through Y/N's body as he clung tightly to Nate.

"Oh, my God," Y/N gasped, his head falling back as his body arched. His nails dug into Nate's shoulders, desperate for something to hold onto as Nate set a steady rhythm, lifting and lowering him with practiced ease.

Nate's grip tightened, his strong hands guiding Y/N's movements with precision. His own breath was ragged, his chest heaving as he watched Y/N's reactions. The sight of Y/N like this—completely undone, his head tilted back, his lips parted in breathless moans—was enough to make Nate's control waver.

"You feel so fucking good," Nate muttered, his voice rough and unsteady as he shifted slightly, angling his thrusts to hit deeper. The change drew a sharp cry from Y/N, whose thighs tightened reflexively around Nate's waist.

"Shit—Nate," Y/N gasped, his voice breaking as the pleasure built to a fever pitch. His body moved in perfect sync with Nate's, each slide and thrust pushing him closer to the edge.

Nate grinned through his own ragged breaths, his smirk tinged with something softer as he leaned in, pressing his forehead against Y/N's. "I've got you," he murmured again, his voice a little quieter, but no less certain.

Y/N's hands slid to the back of Nate's neck, his fingers tangling in his hair as he held on tightly. The room felt like it was spinning, the only grounding force the steady strength of Nate's movements and the heat of his touch.

"Don't stop," Y/N whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with urgency.

Nate let out a low chuckle, his grip on Y/N tightening even further. "Wasn't planning on it," he replied, his tone laced with determination as he quickened his pace, driving them both toward the edge with every deliberate motion.

The heat in the room was almost unbearable, the air thick with the mingling scents of sweat and desire. At some point, their frantic movements had carried them off the desk and onto the floor, the hard surface cool against their heated skin. Neither of them seemed to notice or care. Their focus was entirely on each other, their bodies entangled in a rhythm that had long since blurred the lines between urgency and passion.

Y/N was straddling Nate's lap, his back arched as he leaned against Nate's broad chest for support. Nate's arms were wrapped tightly around him, one hand gripping Y/N's hip with bruising force while the other slid up to rest lightly on his neck. The possessive hold sent a thrill through Y/N, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as Nate's hips thrust upward in a relentless, unyielding rhythm.

The sounds of their movements filled the room—the soft slap of skin against skin, the creak of the floor beneath them, and the unrestrained moans that spilled from Y/N's lips. His hands braced against Nate's thighs, his nails digging into the firm muscle as he tried to ground himself against the overwhelming sensations.

"Look at you," Nate murmured, his voice low and husky, the words brushing hot against Y/N's ear. "Completely falling apart for me."

Y/N shuddered at the sound, his body arching further into Nate's chest as another wave of pleasure coursed through him. "N-Nate..." he gasped, his voice trembling, though whether it was from exertion or raw emotion, even he wasn't sure.

Nate chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against Y/N's back as he leaned closer, his lips grazing the shell of Y/N's ear. "You feel so fucking good," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "You're perfect like this. Taking everything I give you."

Y/N let out a soft, breathless moan, his head falling back against Nate's shoulder. The angle exposed the curve of his neck, and Nate didn't waste the opportunity. His lips trailed along Y/N's throat, leaving a path of heated kisses that made Y/N's body tremble.

"Can't get enough of you," Nate murmured, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just beneath Y/N's jaw. His hand on Y/N's neck tightened slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind him who was in control. "The way you move, the way you sound... it's all mine."

The possessiveness in Nate's voice sent a shiver down Y/N's spine, his body responding instinctively as he arched even further, pressing himself closer to Nate. His legs trembled, the relentless thrust of Nate's hips pushing him closer to the edge with every movement.

"Nate, I—" Y/N tried to speak, but the words dissolved into another moan, his voice cracking as the intensity of the moment overwhelmed him.

"That's it," Nate growled, his grip on Y/N's hip tightening as he adjusted his angle slightly, hitting a spot that made Y/N cry out. "Let me hear you. Don't hold back."

Y/N didn't. His moans grew louder, more desperate, his hands clawing at Nate's thighs as he tilted his head back to meet Nate's gaze. The raw hunger in Nate's eyes was almost too much to bear, but Y/N couldn't look away.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Nate whispered, his voice softening just slightly as his hand slid from Y/N's neck to cradle the side of his face. His thumb brushed over Y/N's cheek as he leaned in, pressing a hot, lingering kiss to the corner of Y/N's mouth.

The combination of Nate's words, his touch, and the overwhelming sensation of their bodies moving together was too much. Y/N let out a choked gasp, his body tensing as he felt himself hurtling toward the edge, completely consumed by the moment.

The intensity between them reached its breaking point as Y/N's body trembled uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure coursing through him. His breathing grew ragged, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession as his back arched against Nate's chest. Every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire, the sensation building to an almost unbearable peak.

"Nate," Y/N gasped, his voice shaky and broken as his hands scrambled for purchase on Nate's thighs. His entire body tensed, his moans growing louder and more desperate until he finally reached his climax. A choked cry escaped his lips as he released, his hot stream spilling onto his stomach in shuddering waves.

Nate's breath hitched, his own body responding to the sight and feel of Y/N unraveling in his arms. His grip on Y/N's hips tightened briefly before his hand moved, his fingers curling firmly around Y/N's dick.

"You're a fucking vision," Nate muttered, his voice rough with awe and desire as he began to stroke Y/N with deliberate care, his pace slow but firm. Y/N whimpered at the overstimulation, his body trembling even more as Nate's movements sent aftershocks of pleasure rippling through him.

Nate leaned forward, his breath warm against Y/N's neck as he whispered, "Let me take care of you."

Without waiting for a response, Nate's hand slowed, his thumb brushing over the sensitive head of Y/N's length. The slickness of Y/N's release made every movement fluid, and Nate's other hand slid along Y/N's chest, pulling him closer against his broad frame.

Y/N let out a soft whimper, his head falling back against Nate's shoulder as he felt the heat of Nate's lips ghost against his ear. "Nate—" he started, his voice weak and trembling.

"Shh," Nate murmured, his tone softer now, almost reverent. He shifted slightly, guiding Y/N's release onto his fingers before lifting his hand.

The moment Y/N registered what Nate was about to do, his eyes widened slightly, his cheeks flushing even deeper. But before he could say anything, Nate brought his hand to his lips, his tongue darting out to taste the slick warmth.

The act was slow and deliberate, Nate's gaze locked onto Y/N's as he licked the cum from his fingers, his expression a mix of cocky satisfaction and something more intimate. "Sweet," Nate murmured, his voice low and teasing as he let his tongue trail along his fingers again, savoring the taste.

Y/N's breath caught in his throat, his body trembling anew at the sight. "You're insane," he managed to whisper, though his voice lacked any real conviction.

Nate smirked, his free hand sliding up to cradle Y/N's jaw, tilting his face slightly to meet his gaze. "And you love it," he replied, his tone filled with quiet confidence as he leaned in, brushing his lips softly against Y/N's.

The kiss was brief but searing, the taste of Y/N's release lingering faintly on Nate's lips as he pulled back just enough to whisper, "I could do this all night."

Y/N shivered at the promise in Nate's voice, his hands clutching at Nate's thighs for stability as the tension between them simmered, the moment charged with the unspoken acknowledgment of how deeply they were losing themselves in each other.

A movement between them was deliberate, every touch igniting sparks that only seemed to grow brighter and hotter. Nate's hands moved with practiced care as he guided Y/N down, his strong grip on Y/N's hips firm but not rough.

"Trust me," Nate murmured, his voice low and breathy, sending a shiver down Y/N's spine.

Y/N obeyed, his body sinking forward until his hands pressed against the floor, his knees steady beneath him. His back arched instinctively, the position making him hyperaware of every point of contact between them. He felt Nate's hands slide along his waist, thumbs pressing into the dip of his back, grounding him as he shifted into place.

"Perfect," Nate whispered, his tone husky with desire. The word carried a weight that made Y/N's cheeks flush, though there was no time to linger on it as Nate adjusted behind him.

Nate started slowly, the deliberate press of his hips almost agonizing as he slid into Y/N with a precision that left them both breathless. Y/N let out a soft moan, his fingers curling against the floor as Nate filled him completely.

The initial pace was slow, almost teasing, Nate's movements fluid and rhythmic. His hands gripped Y/N's waist, pulling him back to meet each thrust with a control that spoke volumes about his strength and focus. Y/N couldn't help the soft, broken sounds that spilled from his lips, his body arching further into the sensation.

"Nate," Y/N gasped, his voice trembling as the pleasure built steadily, his breaths coming in short, desperate bursts.

Hearing Y/N say his name like that sent a jolt of raw need through Nate's chest. His grip on Y/N's waist tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he adjusted his angle slightly. The next thrust drew a sharp cry from Y/N, his back bowing even more as the intensity surged.

"Found it," Nate muttered, his voice low and smug, though there was an edge of breathlessness that betrayed how much control he was losing.

Y/N turned his head slightly, trying to glare over his shoulder, but the expression faltered as another deep thrust sent a wave of pleasure crashing through him. "Cocky," Y/N managed to mutter, though the word dissolved into a moan.

Nate chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating in his chest as he leaned forward slightly, his hands moving to grip Y/N's hips even tighter. "You're not complaining," he countered, his voice rough and dripping with satisfaction.

And then he sped up.

The deliberate rhythm gave way to something faster, more primal, Nate's hips snapping forward with a force that made Y/N cry out. Each thrust was perfectly angled, driving deeper and harder, leaving Y/N gasping and trembling beneath him. The desk creaked faintly from the impact of their movements, though neither paid it any attention.

"You're incredible," Nate murmured, his voice raw with emotion as he leaned over Y/N, his chest brushing against Y/N's back. His lips found the curve of Y/N's shoulder, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along his skin.

Y/N whimpered at the contact, his body shuddering as the combination of Nate's thrusts and his touch sent him spiraling closer to the edge again. "Nate, I—" Y/N tried to speak, but the words dissolved into a moan as Nate's pace quickened again, leaving him no room to think.

"Let go," Nate whispered, his voice rough but tender as his hands slid up Y/N's sides, pulling him even closer. "I've got you."

The room felt like it was on fire, the heat between them radiating out in waves that blurred the edges of reality. Nate's movements, once driven by relentless urgency, now grew more deliberate, each thrust a mix of passion and control as the tension in his body built to its breaking point. His breathing was ragged, his chest heaving with each motion as sweat dripped down his temple, mingling with the heat of Y/N's skin beneath him.

Y/N's moans had grown softer, more breathless, as his body trembled under Nate's touch. His hands clawed weakly at the floor, his strength fading, though the intensity in his voice never wavered. Every movement sent a shudder through him, every deep, precise thrust drawing him closer to the edge of blissful exhaustion.

Nate's grip on Y/N's hips tightened, his fingers pressing firmly into the slick skin as his pace began to stutter. His usually confident exterior had all but crumbled, his voice raw and husky as he groaned Y/N's name, the sound muffled against Y/N's shoulder.

"Y/N... I'm—" Nate's voice cracked, and the tremor in his words betrayed just how close he was.

Y/N barely had the energy to respond, his own body trembling with the aftermath of his release, but he managed a soft, encouraging sound that sent Nate tumbling over the edge.

With one final thrust, Nate buried himself deep inside Y/N, his hips pressing firmly against him as he let out a low, guttural groan. His body tensed, every muscle locking up as he released his hot seed in a series of sharp, shuddering waves. The warmth spread between them, the sensation drawing a soft whimper from Y/N, whose body instinctively arched into Nate's.

For a moment, neither of them moved, their bodies frozen in the overwhelming intensity of the moment. Nate's forehead rested against Y/N's back, his breaths ragged and uneven as he tried to recover. His hands, still gripping Y/N's waist, softened their hold, his fingers brushing over the flushed skin in a gesture that felt almost apologetic.

As the high began to ebb, Nate let out a shaky exhale, his hips moving in a slow, languid rhythm as he rode out the last of his release. Each movement was softer, more deliberate, as if he were reluctant to let go of the connection they'd shared.

"Y/N," Nate murmured, his voice quieter now, the arrogance replaced by something softer, more vulnerable.

Y/N hummed weakly in response, his body too spent to move but still leaning into Nate's every touch.

Eventually, Nate stilled completely, his hands sliding from Y/N's waist as he slowly pulled out, careful not to disturb Y/N too much. The loss of contact drew a soft, involuntary whimper from Y/N, who shifted slightly, his body collapsing onto the floor with a quiet thud.

Y/N rolled onto his side, his body curling slightly as his chest heaved, trying to catch his breath. His eyes fluttered closed, the exhaustion pulling at him like a weight. His skin was slick with sweat, the heat of the moment still lingering, but he felt a faint sense of relief as the intensity gave way to a calm stillness.

Nate let himself fall back onto the floor beside Y/N, his arms sprawled out as he stared up at the ceiling. His chest rose and fell with each labored breath, his face flushed and damp with sweat. For a while, neither of them said anything, the silence filled only by the sound of their breathing.

As the seconds stretched into minutes, Nate turned his head slightly to glance at Y/N, who was still lying on his side, his face half-hidden by the crook of his arm. A faint smile tugged at the corner of Nate's lips as he let out a quiet chuckle, his voice rough and low.

"Well," Nate said finally, his tone laced with dry humor as he ran a hand through his damp hair. "That was... something."

Y/N let out a weak laugh, though it was more of a breathy exhale as he cracked one eye open to look at Nate. "You're... so full of yourself," he muttered, though there was no bite in his tone, only a quiet amusement.

Nate smirked, shifting slightly so he could rest an arm behind his head. "You didn't seem to mind," he shot back, his voice carrying the faintest edge of cockiness.

Y/N rolled his eyes, though the small smile on his face betrayed him. He shifted again, curling up more comfortably on his side as his breathing finally began to steady.

"Well," Y/N drawled, his voice laced with teasing amusement as he propped himself up on one elbow, his hair a mess and his cheeks still flushed. "That was... decent."

Nate turned his head, arching an eyebrow at Y/N, his lips curling into a smirk. "Decent?" he echoed, his voice low and rough, still tinged with the aftermath of their exertion.

Y/N nodded, the playful grin on his face widening as he stretched languidly, clearly putting on a show. "Yeah, you know. Solid effort. Maybe a little... predictable," he teased, his tone light but dripping with mock arrogance.

Nate let out a quiet laugh, his smirk deepening as he pushed himself up onto his elbows, his sharp eyes locking onto Y/N's. "Predictable, huh?" he repeated, his voice carrying a dangerous edge of amusement.

Y/N shrugged, biting back a grin. "I mean, I've had better," he said with a casual wave of his hand, though the twitch of his lips betrayed the lie.

"Oh, is that right?" Nate asked, sitting up fully now, his body still radiating a quiet confidence. His smirk grew, his eyes narrowing slightly as he leaned closer to Y/N. "Because I seem to remember you being pretty quiet a few minutes ago."

Y/N's grin faltered just slightly, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink as he quickly tried to recover. "Quiet? I don't—"

"Yeah," Nate interrupted smoothly, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he moved closer, his face just inches from Y/N's. "You were quiet. Except for when you were moaning my name like a prayer."

Y/N's mouth opened to retort, but no words came out, his brain temporarily short-circuiting at Nate's words.

Nate tilted his head, his smirk growing even cockier as he leaned back, clearly relishing Y/N's stunned expression. "What was it you kept saying?" Nate mused, pretending to think as he rubbed his chin mockingly. "Oh, right. 'Nate, don't stop. Please, Nate.' Sound familiar?"

Y/N's jaw dropped, his face burning as he shoved Nate's shoulder in mock outrage. "You're such a jerk!"

Nate laughed, catching Y/N's wrist easily before pulling him closer, his smirk softening into something more affectionate. "Don't get mad, Y/N," he teased, his voice warm and playful. "You just made it too easy. And honestly..." He leaned in, his lips brushing against Y/N's ear as he whispered, "I liked hearing you say my name like that."

Y/N shivered at the words, his indignation faltering as he felt Nate's breath against his skin. "You're a dick," he muttered, though his voice had lost its bite, and the way his body relaxed against Nate's betrayed how much the teasing didn't bother him.

Nate chuckled, pulling back just enough to meet Y/N's gaze. "And you're adorable when you're flustered," he said, his tone soft but still carrying that teasing edge.

Y/N huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he tried to glare at Nate, though the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips ruined the effect. "I hate you," he said, though the words lacked any real venom.

"Sure you do," Nate replied, his smirk returning as he leaned back onto his hands, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

The room settled into a comfortable silence, the teasing fading into soft smiles and shared glances. And though neither of them said it, there was an unspoken understanding between them—a recognition of the connection they had just shared, one that went far beyond words or playful banter.

The first light of dawn filtered through the dormitory window, casting soft golden hues over the room. The space, usually cluttered with books, clothes, and the remnants of late-night study sessions, felt oddly serene. The air was still, save for the faint sounds of Y/N's soft, even breathing as he lay nestled against Nate's chest.

Nate was wide awake. He'd woken an hour earlier, his body naturally attuned to early football practices, but he hadn't moved. Instead, he stayed perfectly still, his arm draped protectively over Y/N's waist, holding him close as if afraid he might disappear.

Y/N's face was partially buried in the pillow, his hair messy and his lips slightly parted. There was a peacefulness about him, a vulnerability Nate wasn't used to seeing but found himself captivated by. His usual sharp tongue and quick comebacks were absent, replaced by the quiet rise and fall of his chest.

Nate couldn't tear his eyes away.

For the first time in a long time, he wasn't thinking about the pressure of his football career or the expectations placed on him by his family. His mind was entirely consumed by Y/N—by the softness of his features, the warmth of his skin against Nate's, and the steady rhythm of his breathing.

It was strange, this feeling. Foreign, yet not unwelcome. Nate had never been the type to dwell on emotions or let himself get caught up in things he couldn't control, but lying here with Y/N felt... different.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he thought back to the night before—the way Y/N had teased him, the way he'd surrendered to Nate's touch, and the way he'd said Nate's name in a voice that still sent shivers down his spine.

Mine, Nate thought, the word echoing in his mind with a possessiveness that surprised him. He hadn't just discovered something new about himself last night—he'd uncovered something he couldn't ignore.

He wanted Y/N. Not just in the fleeting, physical sense. He wanted more.

The thought should have scared him, but it didn't. Instead, it settled in his chest like a steady flame, warming him from the inside out.

As he studied Y/N's sleeping form, Nate's jaw tightened with determination. He didn't want to hide this—hide them. For the first time in his life, he didn't care what other people thought. His teammates, his friends, the judgmental whispers on campus—it didn't matter. He wanted people to know. He wanted them to see Y/N by his side and know that Y/N was his.

The thought made his chest swell, but it was quickly followed by a pang of doubt. He hadn't even talked to Y/N about what this was. What they were. He hadn't asked, hadn't clarified, hadn't dared to put a label on the feelings swirling inside him.

But then again, why would he? He wasn't the type to ask permission or seek validation. He'd always been the one to take what he wanted, and this felt no different.

Still, Nate thought, his gaze softening as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from Y/N's face. His fingers lingered for a moment, the touch light and reverent.

Y/N stirred slightly, letting out a small, sleepy hum as he shifted closer to Nate, his body instinctively seeking warmth. Nate couldn't help the quiet chuckle that escaped him, his hand moving to rest gently against Y/N's cheek.

"Sleep well, troublemaker," Nate murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

He didn't need to say the rest—the things he was still figuring out, the emotions that felt too big to put into words. For now, this was enough.

As the morning sun climbed higher in the sky, casting its light over the room, Nate let himself relax, holding Y/N close and silently vowing that no matter what, he wouldn't let this slip through his fingers.

[starboye]

starring: jacob elordi x male reader

request: jacob elordi fucking his boyfriend just rearranging his guts in doggy style and his bfs ass is just bouncing with each thrust and he keeps spanking his juicy ass

warnings: SMUT, stomach bulge, rough sex, overstimulation, creampie, unprotected sex, cursing

"fuck- jacob slow down" you desperately moan out, putting your hands between him and you trying to stop his thrust but he just grabs your wrist and pins them above your head, pushing them into the bed as his grunts get louder and louder "im sorry baby but i can't you feel so fuckin' good" jacob groans leaning down to kiss you as a sort of apology for going so hard.

but it's not his fault just seeing you in those shorts really got him going and there's no stopping him once he makes up his mind that he's gonna fuck you and you knew that all to well from the multiple times before that this has happend but now it felt different and even harder.

his large hands wrapped around your thighs holding your legs apart as he fucked you into the bed, your moans were like words of encouragement pushing him to pound you harder and harder, ut with that you were slowly losing your mind as you turned to mush under him "ngh please jacob just 5 minutes" you try to plea with him but it falls upon deaf ears as jacob brings your legs into his arms.

pulling them into his chest tightly to make you even tighter and get a good look at your face, your tear soaked and wrecked face that's begging him to take a break but his hips wont listen, he continues fucking you on and on until you're a babbling bitch under him for his cock, not being able to conjur a single thought in your mind other than letting out whimpers and moans.

"just one more time i promise then im done" he was apologizing again and again but his hips told a different story as it kept abusing your ass, he may have thought it was the last time but then he'll go another and another and another till the sun is beaming in through the curtains the next morning.

"please finish jac...." your eyes were rolling to the back of your head at this point as you struggled to stay awake after the hours of fucking, your ass bouncing with each thrust into your hole and your stomach bulging out as jacob stretched you out like a flesh light, which is almost what you were reduced to with the amount of cum flowing from your gaping hole after he finally took control of himself and pulled out after the 8th or 7th load.

and seeing you fucked and knocked out made him feel especially bad once coming to the realization it was him who did this, waking you up the next morning with breakfast in bed and kisses as if he didn't fuck you unconscious last night "and what is this" you asked lifting yourself up to lean on the headboard "an im sorry breakfast" jacob smiled hoping you'd forgive him for his actions "well then i gues i could get past it" you chuckles kissing his cheek.

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[malereadermaniac]

Actors/Characters x Male Reader Masterlist

Key: ❤️-Smut 🖤-Angst 🩷-Fluff

Categorised by actor - first can be about actor or a role they've played

Kit Connor

🩷 Giddy - Kit Connor comes home tired from work and you two cuddle to sleep

🩷 Jealousy looks good on you - Kit connor is the jealous type

🩷 First Move - Kit Connor makes the first move on you during a movie

Jacob Elordi

🖤❤️ Toxic - Nate Jacobs is a closeted cunt

Robert Pattinson

❤️ Hogwartz' Heart-throb - Your first time with your boyfriend Cedric Diggory

Eric Dane (Mark Sloan)

🩷 Experiment - Mark Sloan's old Med School 'friend' joins Seattle Grace

Mitchell Hope (Ben Florian)

🩷 Too Trusting - Ben Florian is too trusting when it comes to Mother Gothel's son

Devon Bostick (Rodrick Heffley)

❤️Exploring - Imagine messing about with Rodrick and exploring your sexualities (Drabble/Imagine)

🩷❤️Boyfriend Experience - Long-form headcannons of dating Rodrick! From the start of it, to the smut of it!

Tom Holland

❤️Gym - imagine getting freaky when working out with Holland!Peter Parker

[supercap2319]

Nate: "Come take a shower with me."

Y/N: "No thanks. Why don't you see if Maddy is free?"

[denim-devil]

Yo just saw saltburn…fell in love with jacob elordi OOP-