#jeff wittek writing

[tw1nklet03s]

heyyy. long time no see!!

ik ik, ive been M.I.A for over a month. but! that’s just case ive been going through stuff and i’m kinda stuck on what to write.

so saying that! my requests are open. so feel free to comment or message me something you would like me to write!!

people i will accept requests for:

- rafe cameron

- colby brock

- rowan laslow

- drew starkey

- jj maybank

- grayson dolan

- david dobrik

- ilya fedorovich

- jeff wittek

- chris sturniolo

categories i will accept

- smut

- fluff

- angst

- or you could combine two!

- or all three!!!!

- dad imagines

things i won’t write about

- cheating

- abusive boyfriend

- r@pe

- sa

ok that’s all. love yous and take care of yourselves x

[isthisthingeven0n]

understanding that time : j.w

during your period, jeff decides to provide some comfort eventhough he’s partially clueless as to what is happening (900 words)

requested: yes by the sweetest anon, just some lovely fluff for a sunday  warnings: none that i’m aware of

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(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it hasn’t been approved me unless specified. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK - IT IS ALL MY OWN WRITING

Curling up in another blanket, you could barely move as another wave of cramps hits you with full force.

“Y/n?” You hum in response as Jeff shifts beside you, sitting upright as he notices your body tense up. “What’s wrong?” He asks quietly as you swallow the lump in your throat, tugging on the blanket covering you tightly.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry,” You attempt to brush it off, but as the words leave your lips your ovaries go into overdrive and a groan escapes you.

Now kneeling, Jeff sighs. “Well, it’s clearly something.” He states, catching you rolling your eyes as you shuffle to lie down. “Who do I need to hurt?”

Laughing lightly, you stretch your arm out and cup his cheek with your hand. “No one, I promise.” You mumble and reach for another cushion, hugging it against your stomach.

“Wait,” Jeff pauses for a moment before reaching over and grabs his phone. “oh baby, is it that time already?”

“Yeah,” You respond as you roll up into yourself, hugging the blanket closer. “it’s day one so mother nature is giving me hell.” A dry laugh follows, but Jeff furrows his brows, hating to see you in pain like this.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” He asks, his voice filled with concern as you bury your face into the pillow. “Erm, chocolates? A massage? Me to go away?” He suggests anything that comes to mind, yet you remain silent. “Are you alive in there?”

“I am,” Your voice is muffled by the cushion as your hair covers the cotton cover. “but it feels like I’m dying inside.” You add, and Jeff just nods along, still having no real idea what it is that happens to you every month.

“I know I don’t have a mensical cycle every month, Y/n, but if you need anything at all, just ask.” Jeff explains, and slowly you lift your head up, weakly smiling.

“It’s called a menstrual cycle, babe.” You chuckle, causing Jeff to scoff.

“I knew that.” He remarks. “Do you want me to go grab that hot water bottle that’s shaped like a polar bear?”

Nodding in response, Jeff peels himself from your side and rushes into the kitchen as Nerf follows behind him.

Whilst Jeff remains occupied, you lie back down on your back, but within seconds you rise to your feet and rush to the bathroom.

“-there’s only milk chocolate is that okay?” Jeff walks back into the bedroom, seeing you absent from the pile of sheets you were previously cocooned in.

As he steps closer, he can see a few spots of blood, and the sound of the toilet flushing.

Shyly, you emerge from the bathroom with your leggings in hand. “I’m sorry,” You sniff, dropping the leggings as you bury your face into your hands. “I’m a mess, I, I’ll just change and go home.” You explain, moving to bypass Jeff, but he holds his arm out, bringing you into his embrace instead.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Jeff mutters as he runs his hand over your hair whilst you cry into his chest. “we can clean it up, it’s no big deal.” He ensures as your cries ease ever so slightly. “And I’ve got some pants you can wear, they’ll be a bit big on you though.” He adds, feeling you snigger lightly.

“Are you sure?” You quietly ask, lifting your head up to see him smiling down at you.

“Of course, come on.” Jeff lowers his arm and takes his hand in yours, guiding you to perch on the edge of the bed whilst he rummages for some suitably sized pants. “Aha!” Revealing the pair, Jeff hands them to you and kisses your forehead. “You go get changed, I’ll sort this out.”

Disappearing into the bathroom once more, Jeff quickly removes the bloodied sheets and changes them with ease. By the time you’ve finished freshening up, the new bedding awaits you as Jeff hovers in front of it.

“I’ll go grab some snacks and tablets for you, yeah?” Jeff squeezes your shoulder before running into the kitchen, leaving you with a fresh face and easing cramps.

Unable to keep still, you follow behind Jeff to witness him frantically grabbing all sorts from his mostly bare cupboards. “Jeff?” You call out, crossing your arms over your chest as he pauses. “Can I just have a hot water bottle please?”

“I, sure,” Jeff stumbles over his words as he lowers his chocolate protein powder. Within a matter of minutes, Jeff secures the screw on the water bottle, now filled with hot water and passes it across to you. “come on, babe.”

Walking back into his room, Jeff keeps his arm around you until you both sit back down on his bed with you instantly humming in content. "This is nice." You mumble whilst Jeff grabs a glass of water for you.

“Now, wanna watch something, or just cuddle?” Jeff asks, but as he glances back at you, a smile crosses his lips at the sight.

You're now lying down, eyes growing heavy with ease as you snuggle closer into Jeff, barely able to form a response.

Chuckling to himself, Jeff lifts his arm up to tug you against his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from the polar bear in your arms as your breathing slows down.

“Cuddle it is.” He whispers, closing his eyes knowing you're okay - for now at least.

[blissfulsun]

Masterlist

updated 02/01/21

Personal favourites are marked with a little •

(s) for mature

**I AM NO LONGER TAKING REQUESTS FOR THE PERSON BELOW**

Jeff Wittek

blurbs & concepts can be found here

One shots/Stories:

Infatuated 

In which Jeff knows you’re worth waiting for

Actions Speak Louder Than Words 

It’s just a game of who’s going to say it first

Anything For You

You’ve got him wrapped around your finger

Artistic License 

Jeff could watch you paint all day long

Here For You

Clumsy Zane leads to some revelations

Will They, Won’t They

It’s never black and white with you and him

Ultimatum 

It should’ve been you & I against the world baby

Forbidden Fruit •

The heart wants what it wants. And yours has been cracking your rib cage in it’s need for him

Miscommunications

Jeff jumps to conclusions, you realise something

Wake Up Love (s)

The best sight to wake up to

Pretty Little Fears •

The two of you have history: you have questions, Jeff only hopes he’ll have the right  answers 

Home’s wherever I’m with you

You play pretend long enough to build a home

Secret Love

You’re his, whether others know it or not 

No Strings Attached

It’s only sex. Until feelings somehow entangle themselves within the messy bedsheets.

Easy Transition

Things are still new between you while you navigate friendship blooming into something so much more

Vinyard Flirt 

Jeff can’t decide if it’s the alcohol or genuine emotion that keeps you falling into his awaiting lap

Right Direction

Tu es dans toutes mes pensees 

Stages of Grief

Denial, anger, hurt...Jeff wants to hold you close through it all

Heartbreak Accomplice •

You’ll play your part, even if you’re falling apart on the inside

Don’t want to be your friend, I wanna kiss your neck

One touch and I think I’m addicted to the way you taste 

Plus one for life

Summer on You (s)

Sleepless Nights 

What happens in Vegas (s)

Left my heart in LA

Can’t keep my hands to myself (s)

Phantom Touch

Birthday on the road

Honesty Hotline

First time in your mouth (s)

Irrational in love •

Warm with (for) you 

Caught (s)

Out of Love

Missed calls

Smitten

When it’s all said and done

Wish you were mine

Only one

What are we?

TWENTY88!series [discountinued]

Lessons in love!series [completed]

Pregnancy!series: [completed]

storytelling

instant connection

gender reveal with a twist

accident prone

at your beck and call

positive

double trouble

let’s tell the grandparents  •

needy vs nervous

hormones overdrive 

carbon copy

can’t sleep without you

[jeffywittek2020]

Play this compilation for me on my death bed

@rebeccapodevin thank you 100x times for this 💕

[wvttvk]

are u up? — Jeff Wittek

a/n: just a random horny thing I wrote last night, idk lol. smut&language warning. lmk what ya think. 2.1k words. (( are u up? pt2 ))

Fuck.

Your eyes shot open, meeting only the darkness of the bedroom. You were definitely awake now. You sat up in the love sac, rubbing your eyes as they adjusted to the darkness of the room. You immediately noticed the layer of sweat coating your body. You felt uncomfortably flustered, a feeling you were familiar with. As you fought to get out of the blanket you had become entangled in, you climbed out from the giant bean bag you’d fallen asleep in.

Through a crack in the curtains you could just barely see the moonlight casting the fainted sliver of light into the bedroom. It was Natalie’s room, you remembered; memories of a long night flooding your brain. It had turned from a day of shooting for the vlog to a night of drinking at David’s house. The group was exhausted and therefore were drinking like monsters, a drunken mosh pit of hormonal friends grinding on each other. It was probably one of your favorite nights.

Through the darkness you saw Natalie and Corinna in the bed, their bodies forming a V, their legs intertwined to a point. You smiled from the cuteness but also in relief that you hadn’t gotten extremely horny in bed while next to your friends. You stood from the floor, and grabbed a pair of socks from the drawer next to you. You needed to get out of the room, you needed water and maybe some fresh air. You needed a release.

Adorned in a big t-shirt and cheeky underwear, you slid out the room, your phone in hand. Once out of the room you crept into the kitchen, seeing that none of the group were sleeping out on the main couch. You thought to yourself that Jeff, Zane, and Todd were most likely sleeping in the studio or in Dave’s room, so you continued to the kitchen. After making it to the sink with only one injury; a horribly painful stubbed toe, that you reacted to in what you had deemed an impressive manner—only whisper-yelling “fuck” at a moderate volume. As far as you were concerned you were successful in your escape to the kitchen undetected by your sleeping friends.

You leaned against the counter, turning on the cold water. The coolness of the water against your burning skin felt so nice, your hands rubbing against your forehead, cheeks and neck. What had you been dreaming? Even now, you shifted your thighs against each other in hopes to ease the pressure. Your screen lit up next to you.

A message from Jeff. You hated to admit it but damn at the sight of his name you felt the heat in your cheeks begin to bloom. He was sexy, everyone knew it. However, he knew as well as you did, that as a member of the friend group, sex among the friends has shown to be a true road to disaster. So when Todd had drunkenly exposed Jeff for admitting you were hot, you made a decision: you sure as hell didn’t want any drama. Therefore, he was a forbidden fruit. Something that you can look at all you want, but can’t touch. So you tried to steer clear of Jeff. Always keeping him at arm's length, friendly but not too personal. And that worked fine for you.

Opening the text, you felt your heart begin to race again.

are u up?

It was such a simple text but god were you excited to see his name on your phone at 4:34 in the morning. You responded a quick yes before you could talk yourself back to Natalie's room.

You leaned against the counter, your hands scooping your hair to pull into a ponytail. You could feel the hair at the base of your back that had been matted with sweat. The cold of the counter felt good on your lower back through the thin shirt and you let your head fall on your shoulders, the tiredness letting your eyelids flutter closed in resting.

“Hey.”

His voice sliced through the silence around us and my eyes shot open at the shock.

“Holy—What the fuck, Jeff.” You whisper-shouted across the kitchen island, you hand raising to rest on your heart. “You scared me. I didn’t even hear you...” you trailed off, watching as he casually walked through the kitchen grabbing two water bottles and continuing to stand adjacent to you. His arm reached across the empty space, a water in hand. You reached out to grab it, mumbling a thank you. From such a slight interaction you felt your body react to his proximity.

You hated how attracted you were to him, how his slightest move sparked such a chemical reaction from you. Your eyes were glued to his. The warm brown of his eyes looked so beautiful in the light of the moon. His lips were moving but you didn’t hear what they said, you were too locked in on how his eyes raced across your face, occasionally dropping to glance at your body so quickly, you had almost missed it completely.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm” you snapped back to reality, “what did you say?” He took a step closer and your heartbeat dropped to between your thighs. Your legs just slightly shifted tighter and as much as you hoped he hadn’t, Jeff noticed. His eyes dropped lower, rising again to land on your eyes. A smirk was just ghosting his lips and you knew he knew. You just hoped he wouldn’t talk about it.

“I asked, why are you up?” The words had tumbled so gracefully from his lips, the syllables dragging as he shifted in your space. He moved just slightly closer to where you were leaning. There was no way to create distance without noticeably running away from him.

“Oh, I couldn’t sleep, I needed to get some water. And you?” You countered trying to make innocent conversation but Jeff was feeling playful.

“You didn’t get water till I got here.” His face no longer trying to hide the smirk spreading across his lips.

“I was just—whatever,” you rolled your eyes, your cheeks were warm and you knew he was teasing you now. “Why are you up Jeff?” You asked, your arms crossing in front of you.

“Same as you…” he began. When his eyes dropped from yours again, you realized your clothes—or lack of clothes you were wearing. You released your arms trying to remain nonchalant as Jeff visibly checked you out. You cleared your throat again. Your mouth was dry and you know that you were wet, you needed to get out of this damn kitchen.

With the silence and the intensity of Jeff’s stare, you needed a quick escape. So you straightened yourself to Jeff, “Alright well I’m going back to bed...”

You had just barely taken a step into your escape when Jeff’s hand reached out to touch your side. The heat of his palm was against your stomach and his long fingers just skimmed the curb of your waist, he just slightly moved you back to your prior position leaning against the counter, only now his hand was against the thin fabric of your shirt.

He stepped closer, he was completely in your space, his right hand against the left side of your abdomen, trapping you against the counter. He felt so much taller now, his shoulders turning down for him to move his face next to yours.

Your breathing was noticeably uneven as his nose brushed against your jaw, his hot breath rushing along your neck and collar bones. You took in a sharp inhale as you felt the tips of his fingers toy with the bottom of your t-shirt, his fingers skimming across the skin above your underwear.

“I thought you couldn’t sleep.” His lips were at the shell of your ears as he questioned you, his index finger tracing back and forth against the lining of your underwear. It was so hard for you to fight a moan as well as fight the urge to move your hand between your thighs. You couldn’t speak, really. This all was becoming so much, you were horny and you couldn’t sleep, this is not what you had in mind as a way to calm down.

Before you could muster an answer he moved his hand to cup you through your panties. He finally was able to conjure a vocal gasp from you, your hand rising to hold on to his bicep. His face pulled back to look at you, his eyes now dark and filled with something new. “Hmm?” He asked again, the playfulness in his tone clear as he knew you were quite literally putty in his hands.

“I-“ you didn’t even know what to say. He had begun using his middle finger to apply pressure to your center through the thin fabric of your underwear, his teasing was too much. He felt how wet you were, he knew he won, but he needed to hear you say it. You let out what sounded like frustrated whine as you caved. “Please, Jeff.”

He didn’t tease you much longer, with a victorious smile his lips pressed hungrily against yours. His tongue pushed its way into your mouth, brushing against yours in the most delicious way. But you needed more, and you caught his lip between your teeth. Just enough for him to hiss in shock, his eyes reigniting with a fire that matched yours.

His hand that had been cupping you rose to your face, his thumb brushing your lips before pushing into your mouth. Your lips closed around his thumb and your tongue grazed it as he retracted it from your mouth, a raspy and quiet moan sneaking out from Jeff’s mouth.

His smile was dark and confident as he let his hand fall to its previous spot, this time skillfully slipping into the fabric and feeling you for the first time. You let out a moan as his fingers traced against your slit, his thumb finding its way to your clit.

Your moans were muffled into his free hand as he thrusted his digits in and out of you. It was an alteration of lazily connecting your lips and Jeff kissing against your neck, his voice coming out in pants against your skin, sending shockwaves running through you. As his beard pricked your neck in the most beautiful way, and you dug your fingers into his arm, you were euphoric.

“S’good, Y/N.” He spoke against the skin of your collarbones. “C’mon, babe.” You knew you were close, your body was needing a release. With Jeff’s free hand sneaking under your shirt to your hardened nipples, you couldn’t hold out any longer. You came undone with his fingers still inside of you. He was holding most of your weight against the counter and your lips found his. He swallowed your moans and his thumb continued circling your clit as you rode the high.

Your forehead rested on his chest. It was rising and falling beneath you; you could feel his fingers still in you. You leaned off of him as his hand snakes out of your underwear. Looking at his face now, you were bright red. His eyes stayed locked on yours as he lifted his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them. You were shocked at how forward he was and it made the pressure begin to rebuild in the pit of your stomach.

His eyes closed if only for a moment, and you heard him hum from behind his closed mouth. He pulled his fingers from his mouth, his dark eyes burning into yours again. You didn’t know what to say. You were beyond flustered. Before you could do anything, Jeff looped his hand to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a final kiss. Jeff took control of the kiss, making sure that you could taste yourself on his tongue.

He pulled away and you noticed his erection. You stepped forward, your lips pulling into a smirk, ready and almost excited to return the favor but Jeff stopped you. His hand wrapping around your wrist before you could feel his toned chest. Before your insecurities could question why, he spoke, letting his hand rest along your jaw, his thumb brushing against your swollen lips.

“Next time. Now you owe me one.” He said it with a smirk, walking around you. His hand quickly smacked your butt as he passed you, and you let out an airy gasp. Your whole body felt electric. His head turned back to you and he was already smiling, “Goodnight, Y/N.” He rounded the corner with a wink, and he was gone.

“Fuck.”

[jstlikemagic]

can u elaborate on jeff’s sexting skills? im horny sjdjshdn

imagine y’all are at david’s house and issa party. and you’re just sitting on the pool table talking to carly and erin, who are sitting next to you on the pool table with you. jeff is currently in the lovesac that is nestled in the corner of the living room. in the midst of the conversation, your phone goes off.

jeff: daddy likes what he’s seeing. come over and give me kiss

smirking at the text, you put your phone down and continue your conversation. paying no mind to jeff directly, you can feel his eyes burning through you. again, your phone vibrates in your lap.

jeff: i can see you ignoring me. you know how i feel when you ignore, daddy. come over here and don’t get me mad.

deciding to play a game with him, you get up and walk into the bathroom. taking your panties off and sliding them in your bra, you push your tits up and situate your hair. carefully sliding yourself back onto the pool table, you cross your legs. the thought of you being bare and nude under your dress made you so horny, especially because other people were there. picking up your phone, you sent a text to jeff.

you: look at me, i have a surprise!

as you watch him pick up his phone, you position yourself with your hands behind you supporting you. still looking and talking to erin, you slowly slid your legs open. it was enough where jeff can see your pussy but not too much where the position looked unnatural. catching a quick glance of his face, you can see the redness brushing up on his cheek. crossing your legs, you settle back more comfortably into the conversation with a smile on your face. you knew you had him in the palm of your hand. feeling your phone vibrate while hovering over your bare pussy, you almost jolt a bit.

jeff: don’t you fucking dare play with me like this. when we get home, i swear to god you’re gonna wish you never did this to me. i’m gonna fucking remind you that daddy makes the rules and at the end of the day, you’re a cum loving slut that needs to be punished.

[duskypinkbow]

my writing✨

Well...on my masterlist I said “i don’t feel comfortable enough to write anything..” cuz english isn’t my first language... 

but look at us now!...

-> fics

~ Shitty Weather

the one where you meet him again after a very long period of time

~ ...so kiss me

the one where you finally kiss him

~ All love

the one that is inspired by a fletcher song

-> blurbs/promts/concepts 

~ pre relationship Jeff softness 

~ shy!jeff meets you for the first time

~ when he realises that he likes you more than friends

~ how Jeff would ask you out

~ “You make me feel...you make me feel things that i’m not supposed to feel and i hate it..”

~ post break up but still have feelings for each other

~ a cute little movie night

~ david teasing you about your obvious crush on jeff

~ his behavior on a dinner date

~ idk how to call her (by her I mean the blurb lol)

[ohhoneypiee]

Pick Me Up

Featuring: Jeff Wittek x Reader

warnings: angst, mentions of drug use, and a toxic relationship.

WC: 948

Summary: he’s the only person you can think to call.

Sitting on the curb silently you waited for him to pick you up. He was about ten minutes away from getting you and knew he was going to lecture you.

Running your hands down your face you let out a yawn. It’s two in the morning and you're exhausted, but there was no way you could sleep anytime soon.

His car pulls up in front of you and standing up with shaky legs you walk toward his car. Silently you slide into the passenger seat and look over at Jeff.

The silence between you is so loud as he clenches his jaw and looks straight ahead. You can’t deal with the whole ride to his house sitting in the awkward silence.

“Can you please just yell at me already?” You say as you buckle your seatbelt.

He looks over at you as a conflicted look plays across his face. He swallows and silently stares at you, almost as if he’s trying to figure out what he wants to say to you.

“Are you high?” he asks, finally speaking.

Shaking your head you feel sick that he would even ask you that.

“Why are you so shaky?” He going down his list of questions.

“I’ve told you before I don’t do that,” you respond.

He doesn’t say anything as he shifts the car into drive and heads off to his place. You look out the passenger window and wish that things between you weren't so strained. There was a point in time in your friendship or whatever you call this that you didn’t have to call him from your friends party to get you. There was a time when he didn’t constantly question your ability to make choices.

Pulling into the parking garbage at his apartment he gets out of the car and walks to the back of the car and turns to face you. It’s clear he’s waiting for you. Climbing out of his car you walk over to him. He’s staring at you with a saddened look. He looks so conflicted.

He reaches down and gently laces his fingers with yours. He leads you towards the elevator and presses the button and the doors open. Walking inside he never releases your hand. He presses the button to his floor and stands next to you.

Once you’re in his apartment he leads you off towards his room. He drops your hand so he can remove his shirt.

You work on removing your shoes and taking off your leggings. You're left standing there in your oversized sweater.

“You need to stop doing this,” he says finally speaking again.

“I’m not doing drugs.”

“Then why do I keep picking you up from those parties, filled with all your “friends” who are doing drugs?” He was standing at the foot of his bed.

“I don’t know. I used to do stupid things with these people, but I stopped.” You think back to your time in college when your life was spinning out of control. It’s been five years and you thought you had everything under control, but a toxic relationship brought you back to that dark place.

“Are you done with him?” Jeff refused to say Lucas’ name.

From the moment Jeff met Lucas he told you he didn’t like him. He never tried to sugar coat his opinion of him. According to Jeff, Lucas is nothing more than a party boy who has too much money. You knew damn well that Jeff was right.

“We broke up tonight. That’s why I called you,” you say as you look down at your feet.

He stares at you for a long moment before he strides towards you in two steps. He takes your round face in his hands and looks into your eyes. His expression has softened and he is looking at you almost as if he wants to kiss you.

“Are you finally done with him for good?”

“Yeah.”

Leaning forward, he presses his lips to your forehead for a gentle kiss.

You think back to the time before you started dating Lucas. Everyone in your friend group always assumed something was going on between you and Jeff. You were super close and would constantly hang out without the group. There always seemed to be such sexual tension between you. After a late night hanging out with Jeff you confessed your feeling to him, but was completely heartbroken when he stated he “he truly loves you, but he can’t ruin your friendship. Swallowing your pride you tried to act like it didn’t bother you, but it hurt to know he didn’t feel the same. Three months later you met Lucas and things didn’t go the best.

“Please don’t go back to him,” pulls you into his chest and hugs you tight.

“I’m not. I don’t want to go back to him. I want to fix things between us,” you whisper.

Pulling away from you he looks down at you with a sad smile, “I love you, and I’m sorry I was worried about our friendship.”

You smile as your eyes brim with tears, “I need you more than ever right now.”

“I’ll be here for you,” he takes your hand and leads you toward the bed.

Crawling into his bed he walks around and crawls in on the other side. Laying on your side you stare at your beautiful friend. He reaches out and pushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Can I hold you?” He asks.

“Yes,” you say moving closer to you.

He holds you as you both drift off to sleep. You know from then on things between you are going to change for the better.

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[davidobitch]

N.Y. Meets L.A.| Jeff Wittek

(A/N: I’m honestly not sure how I feel about this. but oh well it is what it is. enjoy!)

“I’m so happy I’m finally here!” You say as Jeff helps you put your luggage in his car. You were visiting L.A. for a week since Jeff has been bugging you since the day he moved to come see him. You’ve been best friends since High School so of course you missed him enough to jump on the offer to stay with him.

“I’m surprised you actually came. You’ve been putting it off since I moved here,” Jeff replied with a smile. You rolled your eyes and got in the car.

“I wasn’t putting it off, I just wasn’t ever able to get off of work,” You shrugged your shoulders, semi telling the truth. It’s true that you weren’t able to get off, but you never really put much effort into requesting the days. You were scared to meet Jeff’s other friends. You weren’t jealous, you just knew how completely different everything is in California.

You’ve seen David’s videos and from the looks of it, they get ten times crazier than yours and Jeff’s friend group ever got. 

From the corner of your eye, you could see Jeff raise his eyebrows as he knows something else was the reason why. You silently thanked him as he changed the subject. He informed you of tonight's plans before arriving at his place.

It was still pretty early in the day so you decided to take your time getting ready while Jeff left to film with his friends. You didn’t mind spending the time alone after a long day of flying and layovers.

Around 6:30 you got a text from Jeff, telling you that he was on his way back over with David to pick you up. You hurried around the room, gathering all your essentials before fixing your makeup before they got here. Not even 15 minutes later, Jeff walks through the door with David trailing behind him.

“Oh good, you’re ready,” Jeff says before introducing you to his other best friend.

“It’s cool to finally meet you,” David says as he put his hand for you to shake, “He’s been talking about this nonstop for the past month I swear.” He lets out that famous David laugh before Jeff hits his chest, telling him to shut up.

You giggled, “Wow I’m surprised Jeff actually talked about a hometown friend. I was convinced he forgot I existed.” You earned another laugh from David, causing Jeff to throw his hands in the air.

“I’m sorry is this attack Jeff Wittek day or something?” Jeff replies, putting his hands on his hips. “Can we get this show on the road before I get attacked even more?”

You follow David out the door with Jeff behind you, quickly locking it before catching up to you.

The ride to David’s consisted of him bombarding you with questions about yourself, your friendship with Jeff, and making sure you were okay with being on the vlogs.

You hands started to get clammy as you realized you were probably going to be introduced to all his other friends and would have to go through all these questions again.

Your thoughts were proven right. The second you walked through the door, everyone was asking you a million questions at once.

Jeff could sense you were getting overwhelmed with everything before stepping in, “How about we give her some space to breathe and then you guys could annoy her.”

You smiled up at him, silently thanking him for getting them to back down a little.

“Here come sit!” A tall red-headed girl said as she moved over on the couch, giving you space between her and another girl.

You took your spot in between them as Jeff sat on the floor across from you. He went down the row introducing you to everyone, giving you a little information about each friend.

Finally, giving everyone what they wanted, you opened up about Jeff’s high school self. Every story you told, you watched Jeff rolls his eyes or shake his head at you. Of course, he always had a counter argument about what happened, according to him.

An hour or so went by before David took over, “So how about we show (y/n) what it’s like to party with us?” The room was split between people being excited to go out and the rest joking about how bad of an idea that was.

All eyes landed on you, giving you the ultimate decision.

“Well I’m only here for a week, so why not!” You exclaimed, causing the room to cheer.

For the next couple hours everyone was downing shot after shot, buying drink after drink, giving David the content he needs. Eventually, everyone went off to do their own thing and left you alone at the bar while they filmed a bit. 

You felt someone’s presence sit on the chair next to you. You looked up at them to see if it was your friend only to find a stranger smiling at you. You politely smiled back and returned your attention back to your drink. 

After a couple minutes, the guy next to you finally spoke up, “So what’s a gorgeous girl like you sitting here all alone?”

You took a sip of your drink, pretending like you didn’t hear him. Except this only made him move closer to you. With his mouth right next to your ear, you could smell the alcohol seeping through his veins. “Is your boyfriend out there somewhere?”

You couldn’t help the face you were making, being overly disgusted with the smell coming from him.

“No,” You said sharply, moving over an inch, trying to get away. Just as you had enough, you started to get up from your seat to leave, only to be pulled back down.

“Where you going, baby? Your boyfriend’s not here right? Just stay and have some fun,” The man said, his hand trailing to your waist.

You opened your mouth to say something only to shut it quickly when you heard someone shout behind you.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing,” You turned around to see Jeff, who looked slightly angry, Todd, and Scott quickly walking in your direction.

You felt the guy’s hand grab you tighter, roughly pulling you into him. You tried to push away but his grip was too tight.

“Dude, let her go. She’s clearly not interested,” Todd said, almost stuttering over his words.

Todd took a step towards you causing the guy to stand to his feet. He finally let go of you and put his hands up, apparently ready to start a fight.

“Hey, let’s not cause a scene here,” Scott said as he moved to stand between the drunk and Todd. You could see he quickly regretted it as he had to dodge a swing.

“Yo what the fuck!” Jeff said, almost tackling the guy down.

Everyone around you finally seemed to notice what was going on and the bartenders called over security. You tried getting Jeff’s attention so you guys could leave, but when he turned his head a punch came at him.

Stepping back, Jeff’s hand covered his nose, blood being visible now.

If there’s one thing you were certain about when it came to Jeff, it was that he was never a violent person until someone else was violent first.

So, of course, Jeff threw a punch back causing everyone around him to move before they got his from crossfire.

Scott and Todd were quick to pull the guys off each other just in time for security to run over.

“You guys need to leave now!” One of them yelled as they were pulling you towards the exit. 

Just as the security guards threw out Jeff and the other guy, you saw David running behind you.

“Dude that was crazy!” He said, his camera panning over from you to the guys, “Jeff you looked fucking scary when you fight,” Dave laughed, making Jeff crack a smile.

“Some guy was being a creep with (y/n),” Jeff said, holding his shirt to his nose as he tried to stop the blood.

“Hey, I guess that’s what happens with New York meets L.A. We’re a different breed of girls,” You joked, making Jeff roll his eyes at you. He pulled you into a side hug and you quietly thanked him for stepping in before throwing yourself at Todd and Scott, thanking them as well.

Maybe Jeff’s L.A. friends weren’t as bad as you expected them to be.

[isthisthingeven0n]

too little too late : j.w

brief summary: after an argument with jeff, you refuse to leave your bedroom and lock him out until he apologises for his actions (1k)

requested: yes by an anon!  warnings: angsty , but a happy ending i promise 

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“I just don’t fucking care! What about that don’t you understand?” Jeff yells, unable to stop the scoff leaving his lips as silence falls between you both.

There had been plenty of times in his life where Jeff knew he took things too far, scraped on the edge of humour into hurt. But he should’ve known looking at you after he raised his voice and saw tears brimming in your eyes he’d definitely taken it too far.

“I’m sorry, Y/n,” Jeff speaks softly as you shake your head, walking toward him.

A sliver of hope lines in Jeff’s heart as you stretch your arms out, resting them on his chest. “Get out.” You mutter and push with all your might causing Jeff to lose the last bit of hope that he hadn’t ruined things.

“Y/n, please,” Jeff tries to talk, but you ignore him until he’s stepping backwards, giving in as you slam the bedroom door in his face, turning the lock to ensure privacy. “fuck.” Resting his head against the door, Jeff sighs as he can hear you crying on the other side of the door, alone.

Turning away in defeat, Jeff walks with his tail between his legs into the living room to see several faces greeting him.

“What?” Jeff asks as Zane sighs whilst Heath and Matt lower their heads. Todd is the only person to look Jeff in the eyes as he shakes his head.

“You really didn’t hold back there.” Jonah comments as he walks into the living room from the kitchen, Nerf following behind him. “We could all hear you from out here.”

“You all heard that?” Jeff questions quietly, shame beginning to cloud his mind as Todd rises to his feet.

Patting Jeff's shoulder, Todd walks toward the spare bedroom as Jeff follows. Once the door is closed, Todd leans against it before turning to face his friend.

“Why would you say all that to Y/n?” Todd doesn’t hesitate to ask as he rests his hands on his hips whilst Jeff sinks into the bed.

“I don’t know,” Jeff starts as he thinks over the argument, how it started as a minor disagreement and escalated to new heights. “she just wouldn’t stop encouraging me with this new series we’re planning.” Jeff mutters, faintly hearing you in his mind telling him how good of an opportunity it’ll be if he just focuses on it.

“How awful, your girlfriend supports and encourages you?” Todd sarcastically remarks. “Are you guys not doing so good, is that it?”

“Not at all.” Jeff quickly responds. “She’s, she’s the perfect girl.” He smiles to himself, knowing it’s true. “It’s just been difficult lately, with us both at home now all the time and our work schedules are never in sync.” He carries on to explain in a calm manner whilst Todd listens.

“You gotta just talk to her, dude. Be calm, and collected. Oh, but apologise first.” Todd states as he sits beside his friend. “Just tell her the truth.” Todd adds.

“I can do that.” Jeff mutters as he and Todd clap their hands together before Jeff walks out of the bedroom and straight towards the locked door.

Standing outside of the door, Jeff raises his fist and knocks three times.

Silence follows until he hears you move around the rooom. “Fuck off, Jeff.” You sternly state as you wipe your eyes, officially tired of crying.

“No, I won’t, baby.” Jeff softly tells you, resting his hand on the door. “I want to talk to you, I owe you an explanation.” He pauses as you scoff loudly.

“Understatement of the century.” You mutter under your breath as you cross your arms.

“What I said earlier, when I yelled at you it was completely out of line and you don’t deserve that, ever.” He continues, leaning against the door now as he glances down to the handle, hoping to see it move. “And I can’t say I have a valid excuse for it, but it’s been hard lately, being here all the time and with our different schedules, I’m just feeling lost.”

You uncross your arms as you listen to him intently, having noticed the signs over the past few weeks. Jeff starts work later in the day and doesn’t finish until the early hours of the morning. Whereas you start at the crack of dawn, finishing not long after he sits down to edit videos.

“I shouldn’t have taken it out on you, and tell you that I don’t care because I do.” Jeff sighs. “I care so fucking much about what you think, about your opinions and advice. Honestly, Y/n, you’re the best person I’ve ever met.” His voice trails off as he inhales deeply. “So please, open the door doll, I wanna tell you the rest in person.”

Hesitantly, you reach down and turn the lock. Jeff can feel his heart rise at the sound of that quiet click, followed by the door handle bending and the door opening.

He watches as you appear behind the door, dried tears lining your cheeks as you smile weakly to him. “Hi.” You mutter, sniffing loudly as you fiddle with the hems of one of his many hoodies you now own.

“Oh Y/n,” Jeff steps closer and wraps his arms tightly around you. “I’m so sorry, truly, I am.” He mumbles into your hair as you bury your face into his chest, holding on with all your might as you force back a sob.

“It’s okay, Jeff.” You tell him as you loosen your grip around his waist, leaning back so you can look at him clearly. “What else did you want to say?” You ask, raising a brow.

“Oh,” Jeff chuckles under his breath before lifting one hand up and cups your cheek. “I love you, Y/n.”

You lift your hand up, resting it on top of his. “And you think I care?” You retort, watching his face fall for a moment before laughing light heartedly. “Baby, I’m kidding!”

Jeff rolls his eyes as you move your hand to the back of his neck.

“I love you too, doofus.” You mutter before closing the space between you both, forgetting the argument ever happened.

[blissfulsun]

Lessons in Love [completed]

a love in practise 

You’ve never been in love. Your best friend is willing to show you what it feels like. 

don’t wake me up, i’m not dreaming

Jeff wants to start his day right, with you in his arms. You almost forget about his intention to give you 24 hours of fabricated affection. 

a masterpiece in the making

He knows you better than anyone, stumbling through the day with hands intertwined. 

what i learned from love (us) 

The aftermath: fear and loathing or your hand in mine?

[jeffywittek2020]

[wvttvk]

are u up? pt.2 — Jeff Wittek

a/n: this is the part two continuation of are u up? I hope you guys enjoy, mild smut& language warning. let me know if you guys liked it, ilysm 🤍 Word Count: 2.7k

“Happy fuckin’ birthday!” Health screamed as he leaped from the top of the shed onto the plastic folding table. Laughs echoed around the yard as he landed on the tiny store-bought cake, continuing the tradition for David’s vlog. It was a long awaited birthday party and finally everyone was able to get together. It was a delayed celebration for Scott and Todd; our California boys. You stood with Mariah as the boys huddled together, yelling and singing with glee.

You were really starting to sweat. Not only because you had been in the backyard for the past two hours on this hot LA afternoon, but also you were pretty sure Jeff’s stare was burning a hole in the back of your head.

It had been almost two weeks since your scandalous rendezvous with Jeff in the middle of the night and you were quite proud of how successful you had been in managing to avoid him. You had seen him face to face twice since then. Both times you tried to remain as far away as possible, ready to make an escape as fast as you could if necessary. Both times your face was bright red whenever you caught his gaze, already fixed on you.

It’s not that you were afraid to face him; you were embarrassed at your own vulnerability. He had the upper hand, he had seen you come undone in the literal palm of his hand. He knew how wet you got when he entered a room. He knew how you tasted. He has all of the power in this situation and you hated it. You hated that you were now in a situation that could complicate the friendships of everyone around you, and there was nothing you could do to change it. You had fucked up.

Therefore, today you had been very careful to not be alone. From the moment you arrived you felt Jeff’s eyes following you. You bounced from group to group and as much as you felt you were acting petty, you were surrounded by all of your friends and it was not the ideal place for you and Jeff to discuss the mess you had gotten yourselves in.

You watched as David crouched down, taking pictures of the birthday boys. You couldn’t help but smile as Zane left your side, having received a signal from David to tackle Scott and Todd into the pool. Before you could realize what was happening, you felt heat from behind you. You’d been caught. He leaned down, his beard tickling the shell of your ear as he spoke.

“I need to talk to you.”

Shit. Before you could even muster an excuse or a response, Jeff’s fingers wrapped themselves around your wrist, which now looked extra small in his hold.

You finally looked at him and you felt your whole body begin to heat. A slow throbbing just beginning between your thighs as you saw how dark his eyes had become as he looked at you. You knew he had no plans to let go of your wrist, so you gave in. “Not out here.” You spoke, your voice low, “Inside.”

You didn’t resist as he led you through the backyard. It was inevitable that you spoke to him. Despite what you would’ve wished, you couldn’t avoid Jeff forever. As you were pulled away from the commotion, your eyes caught the gaze of Carly and Natalie, both of the girls faces settling into curious expressions at yours and Jeff’s sudden exit. You shot them a gentle smile and playful eye-roll to ease them, giving a sign that it was a private matter but that you were fine. This was the type of attention you had been trying to avoid.

He led you through the house, pulling you into what looked like a guest room and he finally released his grip on your wrist.

His arms pulled to cross in front of his chest and you tried hard to not stare at how the fabric of his shirt hugged his taut shoulders, his tan biceps contrasting the white cloth. His expression was hard to read as he just looked at you completely uninterested.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“I have not.” You have. Your heart was pounding as he rolled his eyes, turning his back to you. His hands rose to run through his hair and you anxiously bit down on your lip.

He turned around quickly, taking two strides closer to you, his eyebrows furrowing as he noticed you take a step back. His eyes were confused and almost hurt as they raced back and forth across your features. “What’s going on? Are you mad at me? Is this about what happened at David’s—do you regret it, was it not good?”

He was talking faster than you had heard him, his words lazily falling back into his natural accent. His eyes were looking so hurt and worried as he feared that he interpreted what had happened that night differently than you had.

You interjected his ramblings, as you finally spoke, your voice coming out louder than you expected, “Jeff—Shut up—Fuck. I didn’t want to talk about this here.” Your hand ran through your hair, you didn’t even know what you wanted to say to him. Your whole body felt like it was on fire.

“Talk about what?” He dropped his arms to his sides. “Is there a problem with what happened?”

“Yes.” You snapped back, his mouth stopped moving and he froze. He opened his mouth to speak but you continued, “The problem was that I enjoyed it. I was not supposed to do that, certainly not with you. Fuck, Jeff, this was not supposed to happen.”

His expression changed from hurt and confusion to annoyance as the brown of his eyes seemed to darken.

“What are we doing Y/N? What is this?” He asked, his hands gesturing in the small space between you two.

“Nothing. This is nothing.” Even as you said those words, you felt your body disagree. Unconsciously, Jeff seemed to be getting closer, or maybe he had always been that close. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that even with him towering over you, you felt his hot breath fan against your face. The familiar scent of him encompasses you and you could think straight.

“And what if I disagree with that answer.” His words came out laced in a sultry tone. You recognized what he was doing, you knew where this was heading, but you couldn’t seem to do anything to stop it.

He took another step to you, you pressed yourself against the wall, having no more room to retreat. You tried to stand your tallest, your shoulders pulled back and chin high in defiance. His eyes dragged down your frame, a smile ghosting his lips as he saw your exposed skin in the light of the day now.

He slipped one of his knees between your legs, knocking your legs further apart, managing to create just slightly more space from where your thighs had been clenched together. You let out a gasp as you felt more open, his leg remaining between yours to prevent them from clamping shut again.

“Jeff…” His name fell from your lips in what seemed like a moan. You had tried for it to be a warning but your body had other plans.

His hands finally reached for your body, the heat of his palm coming to hold the small of your back. You were officially trapped in his hold, your breath hitching as he pulled you against him, your hips coming in contact with him.

Jeff hummed at the contact, his length becoming more noticeable against your thigh. His free hand came between your legs, his knee preventing you from closing around his wrist. You tried to swallow a groan as you felt his hand just hover near where you knew you were already wet. His thumb lightly traced against your inner thigh and you knew this was his way of getting back at you for avoiding him.

He spoke against your neck, “I had you in this same position that night in the kitchen.” His tone had become more raspy as he spoke, his breath raising goosebumps along your skin. He wouldn’t kiss you, his lips merely hovered, same as his hand which continued to tease under your dress. “Bet you’re just as wet for me as you were that night.”

You could’ve rolled your eyes at his words. But as much as you hated it, you wanted more contact. You let you hand fall against his stomach, letting it trail lower to rest right above his shorts. You wanted to even the score, if only just a little bit. You abruptly lowered your hand, feeling him through his shorts.

He grunted from above you, his head tilting back in frustration. You just barely stroked him as you shifted the pressure. Finally, you moaned in satisfaction as he finally moved his hand to firmly cup you through your underwear.

The mutual satisfaction ended just as fast as it began as Jeff retracted his hand from under your dress, your hand stilling against him.

“Shit, Y/N.” He spoke stepping away from your touch as he turned his hands tugging in his hair. He turned back to face you, his expression frustrated as he spoke. His skin was flushed and his eyes were filled with lust and anger, both rightfully directed at you.“We’re acting like fucking children right now. What the fuck do you want from me?”

You didn’t say anything again. You didn’t have anything to say that would ease the hunger that you both were feeling. You looked into his eyes, fully allowing yourself to see him for the first time in almost two weeks.

Deep down, you could tell this was going to become both of your downfalls. Looking into his eyes, this man was not going to go down without a fight. But damn you just wanted to feel his skin against your palms. You needed an agreement, no matter how fake on his side, you would deal with the consequences... any agreement from him gives you an out—a clean escape.

So here you were. The fire that was ignited during your late night in David’s kitchen was looming between you both. The warm brown of his eyes staring into yours, you made a decision. You wanted to be selfish. Instead of extinguishing the blaze, you decided to let it consume you, consume both of you.

“Well— clearly I don’t want— God if we’re going to...” You trailed off, you were word vomiting again and needed to refocus. Inhale. Exhale. Pause. “If we cross this line again, there has to be an understanding… limits.” His brows pulled together as he watched you, waiting for you to continue. “Jeff, I can’t and won’t let this become too emotional… too intimate. So you have to know—you need to agree that I’m not going to be your girlfriend or anything like your girlfriend. You can’t try to hold me and claim me in front of our friends or in public. I’m not going to be yours. That’s not what this is. That’s not something I can be for you... it’s not something you could be for me. So yeah, we can do whatever this is, but when I leave, you need to let me leave.”

A conflicted emotion ran across his face and his eyebrows pulled themselves together. You could see his hands twitch forward as if to reach for you, but instead they rose up to scratch at his beard.

He wasn’t answering, just merely looking at you. You felt your insides continue to warm in a budding feeling so you pushed it down and took a step back, rolling your shoulders back into a confident stance.

No weakness in matters of the heart.

“I need you to say this now Jeff.” Your eyes were begging now and his eyes raced across your face, clearly not wanting to agree to what I had proposed. Jeff didn’t like being given ultimatums. He started this day with what seemed like an upper hand, but now he found himself powerless against you. However, he knew the tension between you two needed resolve—you both needed this compromise. If only to say you tried.

“Cmon Jeff, just give me a fucking answer.” Your voice was raspy and desperate; the persistent ache between your thighs was making you irritable.

He stepped forward now, his stern face not wavering and you didn’t have reason to step back. He kept coming till he was in your space, close enough to see how your breath pulled in and out at a faster speed, your want for him being expressed chemically through your body. His hand raised to the back of your neck, his fingers disappeared into your hair and you slightly leaned your head from where his hand was; accepting his touch but not falling into it. Despite how close you had become, Jeff had not spoken and your eyes danced across each other's faces as you sized the other up.

His proximity to you was dizzying, and your voice trembled in your final asking, “So… are you up for this?” It was so simple, you could’ve walked away and it would be so simple to keep your original distance. you could go back to keeping Jeff at an arm's length.

But the heat from his hand at the back of your head was burning and the feeling of fingers tangled in your hair was euphoric. You were so close to him. You could see how slightly his lips would part as he breathed deeply and you watched his Adam’s apple drop like your heart in your chest when his hand tightened its grasp on your hair.

The tightening of his fist in your hair was accompanied with him firmly pulling down, your head falling back and your mouth ajar in shock. Your bottom lip skimmed his chin, that’s how close you had become. His eyes dropped to your lips and how close they now were to his. He found now his perfect time to answer, “You are so fucking annoying,” he started and you would have laughed if you weren’t fighting every muscle trying to jump his bones, and he continued, “but yeah, you got a deal.”

The wind was knocked out of you in the way that sounded almost animalistic in excitement and Jeff took the open expanse of your neck and your vulnerable state to place a sexual-tension-filled kiss to right below your jaw, near your jugular vein.

You wondered if he could feel it throbbing.

You could hardly breathe, all you could focus on was the scratch of his beard on your hot skin. His hand slipped into your panties, same as he did that night in the kitchen. The feeling was enough to cause a guttural moan that was muffled only by your teeth clamping on your lower lip.

With his mouth below your ear he took that moment to whisper, his addendum to the agreement, “Fair warning, I can guarantee that by the end of this, you’ll be begging me to call you mine” closing with a wet kiss below your ear at the curve of your jaw.

He knew that was sexy. He knew you were putty in his hands. You could’ve come right then.

Despite him contradicting everything you wanted him to understand about this arrangement, your mind was focused on the feeling of Jeff’s fingers as you grinded down on them, hoping to relieve the building pressure between them. You could not wait, You could not fight anymore. Leveling your head with him, your darkened eyes now meeting his of equal desire, responded, “Good fucking luck.”

And there it shifted. Like the initial crash of a tsunami on the dunes of the shore, like two plates meeting at their fault, they crash despite knowing what destruction will come in the aftermath.

[jstlikemagic]

dom!jeff taking you from the back (doggystyle) with your face pressed into the pillows. your breathing is shallow and your moans are muffled into the pillows. as he keeps pounding into you relentlessly, you can feel sudden feelings of pain imprinted on your ass cheeks. his deep moans fill the room mixed in with the sound of skin hitting skin.

suddenly you feel a yank on your hair into a makeshift ponytail, which pulls you up to his chest. wrapping his hands around the front of you, he grabs your throat and pushes you more into him so your head is leaning back on his shoulder. thrusting harder and harder, you can feel your orgasm come closer. “are you gonna cum for me, fucking slut,” he growls while putting his lips next to your ear that sends shivers down your spine. “answer me! who’s making you feel so good? who’s fucking this tight little pussy?” he yells.

“you are,” you manage to choke out in between thrusts. he smirks knowing that he’s the one who fucks you right night-after-night and the one that makes you not be able to walk the next morning. trailing kisses down from your neck, he makes it to your shoulders. lightly sinking down his teeth, you scream at the contact mixed with pleasure due to the pain. unwrapping his hand your neck, he pushes you back down onto the bed. holding onto your hips, he picks up the pace and goes deeper.

[duskypinkbow]

I know this is a screenshot.. but my stupid ass posted this ask by mistake.. and the fic wasn't ready yet so.. i made a screenshot to remember it... lol anywayss.. this took way to long again.. but i hope you like it cute anon! :)

~

David invited some of you to a party of one of his famous friends. You gladly accepted the invitation, put on a cute dress, had a few drinks and just enjoyed the evening. Eventually you are standing on the terrace of the big and beautiful L.A. mansion, overlooking the whole city and watching the sun slowly making it's way down. Your look, a piercing glance, went to Jeff and stayed on him for longer than you've anticipated.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

You cleared your throat, surprised of his observation "I am just... speechless. You look beautiful." now finally saying what you thought for almost every single day that you saw him. "What?" He asked, not knowing what to answer to your unexpected honesty. "You look really really good today..." You repeat yourself with different words "especially in that lighting..." - "No no noo.." he says, putting his hands up, wiggling with his fingers. "...that's not how it works.." you look at him in confusion "what?" now enquiring with furrowed brows.

"I should be the one giving you compliments about your looks or something..." he explains, and goes on before you even have the chance to interrupt him.

"I should be the one who says that your hair looks beautiful when you leave it open.. telling you that those cute little dimples are even more noticeable when you laugh out loud... being the one admiring your choice of clothes.." he stops for a short second "I swear i could go on but..".. he sights heavily, biting his lower lip and scratching the back of his head.

"Go on a date with me.." you demand, liquid courage speaking for you, after his endless enumeration of compliments. "Did you hear what i just said? About that i should be the-" - "oh for fucks sake Wittek.. we are living in the 21st century.. women can ask men out too.." you explain your self, taking the last sip of your drink "especially when the men doesn't have the balls to do it.." you add, looking him up and down, noticing his distinctive little smirk.

"Is that so?" now stepping closer to you, almost pressing you onto the glas made railings. Your breathing getting tremulous at the sudden change of positions, now noticeable to him. He looks down into your eyes "I..-" you start "I'm gonna pick you up at eight.." he whispers in your ear, before tucking a hair strand behind it. You just nod quietly confirming his command. "Good.." he says, gradually giving you some space again. "Wear something nice.." one last instruction he gives you, before making his way back into the house.

[afraidoflove1997]

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