#like these guys are CONSTANTLY traveling it’s ridiculous. hence why we never see them during holidays .

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making my formal apology to my cousins for disparaging their years long lacrosse obsession. went to a tournament td and maybe that Was fun enough to warrant missing 1/2 of the last 20 family vacations.

[balorclubbabe]

Right Here

Sami Zayn/OC (smut): You and Sami are best friends and get into an argument over him not liking the guy you’re seeing. But when you get dumped, he’s there to comfort you and later on, your true feelings for each other come out. (Slightly fluffy as well, because come on, Sami Zayn is sweet lil’ ball of sunshine.)

Tagging: the lovely @xfirespritex

I’m so excited to finally be posting this, I hope you guys like it!

Do you ever have one of those moments where you look back on your entire day and wonder, “How the fuck did I end up here?”

Because that’s what I was in the midst of doing; sitting on a cushioned bar stool, absentmindedly clicking the heel of my stiletto against the metal frame. All while I was sipping what was maybe my third or fourth alcoholic beverage of the evening.

Paired with the simple black cocktail dress with a cutout back that stopped just above the knees, I pretty much stuck out like a sore thumb. The bar around me wasn’t rundown or full of big scary leather clad bikers or anything like that, but amongst the other people in the room, I was the only one in such an outfit.

There was a guy with dark hair a couple of stools down who had been paying for my drinks ever since I made my way into the dive. Of course he wasn’t always sitting at the bar, he had started across the room and had been gradually moving in closer and closer with each drink, probably figuring that this was the easiest way into my panties. The fact that I had flashed him a cute smile when I walked in definitely helped me get more drinks than I probably should have had.

Considering the fact that the bar is a few blocks away from my apartment, I had been here before, just not in this kind of attire or alone at all for that matter. Usually I’d be here with my friends/co-workers to unwind, having a few drinks and plenty of laughs. A person that I always came here with no matter what was Sami Zayn, my roommate and best friend who I was currently avoiding, hence my presence here instead of our apartment.

We had gotten into a huge fight earlier and I definitely needed to be fairly drunk before I could even think about facing him. Hell, maybe if I had stayed out late enough he’d be asleep and I could slip back inside without him noticing.

Sami and I usually got along very well both as co-workers and roommates; he paid his half of the rent on time, always cleaned up after himself, didn’t snore, pretty much anything you could want when you live with someone. I used to have, well I guess currently have a huge crush on the redhead, but for the sake of not jeopardizing our friendship and working relationship, I kept it to myself. We had known each other for a few years now and were practically attached at the hip, making my feelings all the harder to suppress. Which is why normally any guy I dated would last no more than a few months at the most. Not gonna lie, some of them were tools, while some of them were actually genuinely sweet guys, but it all boiled down to the fact that none of them were Sami.

Normally I’d be against rooming with someone that you work with, but Sami and I were so close that I would never in a million years want to live with anyone else. Until about a month ago, right around the time when Greg came into the picture. I guess that’s when I noticed things were becoming…odd between Sami and I.

I was on my way out of the local coffee shop when I experienced my first encounter with Greg; he had bumped into me and, rather boldly may I add, asked for my number right off the bat. He was a banker or an accountant or something, always wearing nice suits and expensive-looking watches, and full of himself like you wouldn’t even believe someone could possibly be. We had been on a few dates and I tried to make it clear that I wasn’t looking for a one-night stand or a random hookup, which I guess is what he was after the whole time. That was probably the reason that things didn’t quite work out. Well, that and the sinking feeling I had that the “Jessica” who constantly texted him wasn’t actually his “cousin”.

Sami never liked Greg from the moment he met him. It was our second date when he came to pick me up that Sami was insistent on meeting him before we left, “I just want to make sure he’s not some kind of creep,” he had said in a half-teasing manner. I didn’t mind too much though, Sami was always pretty protective of me.

The exchange was fairly pleasant between the two, handshakes and all, but when I had gotten home, I was greeted with Sami who looked like he had previously been asleep on the couch, probably trying to wait up for me. “Hope you had fun.” He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, getting up to go to his bedroom.

When I rambled on about how well the date had seemed to go and how sweet of a guy Greg had been he responded with a shrug, muttering, “He’s alright.” under his breath. After that every time Greg came around it was nothing but curt, passive aggressive comments from Sami, which was unlike him considering how personable and kind he was towards everyone he met.

Tonight had been the breaking point though, and I’m not really sure what caused it or why. I was getting ready, having just applied my lipstick in the bathroom mirror and triple checking that my hair fell around my shoulders in just the right way. I was meeting Greg at a fancy Italian restaurant and I wanted to look my best, which is why I opted to wear one of my favorite dresses.

Sami stood in the doorway, sighing heavily, almost as if he was hesitating on whether to speak or not. “He’s no good for you, you know. I don’t know what you could possibly see in a guy like that.”

I whipped around to face him, my eyes narrowed in his direction. Normally I wasn’t so quick to anger, but I was over him constantly harping on and on about this. “Can I ask what the hell your problem is with Greg? He’s a good guy and he’s been nothing but nice to you.”

Sami scoffed, arms crossed over his broad, bare chest. He was probably waiting to use the shower as I preened before the mirror. “The dude’s a total jerk! He’s completely full of himself!”

“You’re being ridiculous. Please tell me what he’s done that makes him such a jerk?” My hands were on my hips now, waiting for some kind of explanation or reasoning from him. He didn’t even know Greg and I understand looking out for me, but he was taking this way too far.

“Are you fucking blind!? Can’t you see what an asshole this guy is!?”

“The only one being an asshole right now is you, Sami! I don’t know why you’re acting like this!” I tried not to let him see that he had rattled me slightly. I could tell he was annoyed but I never expected him to raise his voice.

His jaw was clenched, his eyebrows knitted together in clear frustration. We had never yelled at each other like this. “Fine! When he dumps you, I hope you don’t plan on running and crying to me. You know, considering the fact that I’m such an asshole.”

“Oh believe me, I wouldn’t fucking dream of it!” Unable to stand to being around him another second, I stormed out of the apartment and slammed the door shut behind me for good measure.

After waiting around at the restaurant for nearly half an hour, I received a short text from Greg.

Hey babe, I’m really sorry but I don’t think this is working out. Things are just moving way too slow for me.

I didn’t even bother to demand a reason from him as I left the restaurant, trying not to glance at the sympathetic face of the waitress or the maître d as I did so. They must have had a hunch that I got stood up by my date. The thought of going home and facing Sami right now was too much for me; while I’m sure he meant well I couldn’t exactly take him adding insult to injury at the moment.

So that’s how I wound up here; overdressed and way too drunk for my own good.

The guy who had been buying my drinks (I think he said his name was Justin?) was now sitting right next to me, his hand reaching out to run along my arm. “One more, babe?”

Before I could answer, I heard someone saying my name from behind and I turned around to find Sami, a look of confusion on his face. He was dressed simply in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, his red hair visible, having chosen to forgo his hat tonight. “What are you doing here?”

I lifted my glass of orange-yellow liquid (I’m pretty sure it was a Whiskey Sour this time around) and shrugged my shoulders. “Drinking.”

His eyes grew angry, but not towards me. They darted around the room, looking for Greg no doubt. “That piece of shit is letting you get wasted by yourself? Where the hell is he?” Sami demanded.

Rolling my eyes, I downed the rest of my beverage, eyes turning to the dark-haired stranger next to me. I batted my eyelashes at him, my fingers dancing along the back of his hand, as if to silently say, “One more?”.

“Justin” or whatever his name was smirked, his hand that was rubbing my arm traveling along my shoulders and down my back, fingers moving along my spine. “I’ll get you another babe, then we can get outta here. My place isn’t far.” Safe to say, I never had any intention of going home with the guy whatsoever, but I guess he and I were on different pages.

Sami spun around, eyes like daggers as he took a step towards us, “Don’t even think about it buddy. And if that hand moves another inch lower I’ll fucking rip it off.”

Justin immediately put his hands up in front of himself defensively and stood up, slowly backing away, disappearing into the crowd at the back of the bar. Clearly getting the shit kicked out of him over some girl wasn’t something he planned on happening during his night out.

“What are you even doing here Sami?” I let out a sigh, knowing I’d have to pay for any more drinks I’d be having.

Sami answered simply, “Needed a drink,” but was still clearly angry as his eyes danced over each of the patrons at the bar, just waiting until he spotted his target. “Stop changing the subject, where is he?”

“Well Sami, if you MUST know Greg isn’t here. He dumped me.” I leaned forward, hoping to catch the bartender’s attention.

His eyes shot back to me, the look on his face somewhat sympathetic. “Wait, he did what? Shit, I’m sorry.”

I let out a bitter laugh as Sami shook his head at the bartender, mouthing the word “No” to him. Guess my fun for the night was officially over. “No you’re not,” I huffed, adjusting on my stool so I was facing him. “You never liked him.”

Sami sighed, “Just because I didn’t like the guy doesn’t mean I’m happy that you’re upset,” and took my arm, tugging me off of the barstool, making sure I was steady in my heels before moving. “C’mon, we’re going home.”

I scoffed as he pulled me along with very little effort on his part considering I had the grace of a toddler trying to walk for the first time. “Why? So you get to have your great, big “I told you so” moment that you’ve been dying for? Because I don’t want to hear it.”

Sami raised an eyebrow at me as we walked to his car parked in front of the building. “No, because you’re drunk and I want to make sure you’re okay.” He ushered me into the passenger seat before moving to the driver’s side. ”This has nothing to do with that jerk.”

I stayed quiet as we drove, only breaking the silence to mumble under my breath, “He is kind of a jerk, isn’t he?”

Sami glanced at me from the corner of his eye, chuckling. “Yeah. Yeah he is,” and put the vehicle in park once we pulled up to our building. “Lets get you inside, ok?”

I nodded as Sami helped me up the single flight of stairs and through the front door, where I soon collapsed onto the living room couch, kicking my heels off.

Sami sat down, gently rubbing my back as I felt my bottom lip begin to tremble, a small fit of sobs escaping from my lips. I felt stupid, humiliated, and about a dozen other words that refused to come to mind.

“Oh sweetheart, come here.” He pulled me close so that my face was buried into his chest, no doubt smearing some make-up off onto his shirt. I felt him lean his chin in my hair, planting a kiss on top of my head. “Shhh I’m right here. It’ll be all right. He didn’t deserve you. Hell, he’s lucky I don’t track him down and beat the shit out of him for doing this to you,”

After a few minutes of silence, he nudged me gently. “Go get out of that dress and get comfortable, ok? We’re gonna watch a movie or something. You’re not allowed to be sad anymore tonight.”

Reluctantly moving out of his warm embrace, I stood up and dragged myself down the hall and into my bedroom. Glancing at the mirror on my wall, I saw just how much of a mess I really was. I wiped the specks of black make-up that had converged underneath my eyes, and used a tissue to wipe off the rest of my already faded lipstick. I slid my dress off and threw it in the corner, opting to change into a pair of shorts and one of Sami’s old t-shirts that he let me keep since he had accidentally shrunk it in the wash.

As I was sliding his shirt over my head, the door opened. “Hey I-“

Sami froze, the shirt half over my head, meaning he caught a peek of my bra. (Which was nothing all that special mind you, just a plain old red bra). “S-shit sorry. I uh, was wondering if you were hungry. I was just about to heat up some leftovers and I thought you might want some.”

Normally I’d have turned scarlet by now, but I just shook my head, pulling the shirt on the rest of the way. I don’t know if it was because I was exhausted, drunk, or both. Or maybe because I really didn’t mind too much. “I don’t have much of an appetite right now, Sami. Maybe later. Thanks though.”

Relieved that him walking in on me hadn’t upset me, he nodded and plopped down on the couch with the plate of the leftover Pad Thai he had heated up for himself. “I know it’s not Italian but hey, it’s still pretty good,” he grinned, offering me a forkful, which I politely declined.

It probably wasn’t my brightest idea to have drank all of the alcohol I did without much food in my stomach, but I didn’t want to eat right now at the risk of getting sick for the rest of the evening.

I situated myself next to him on the couch, curling up so that my knees were to my chest, blinking a few times and hoping it would steady my still slightly wobbly vision.

Sami flipped to the hockey game that was already halfway over before turning to me. “So do you feel like telling me what happened?”

I sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, knowing he’d want to talk more about it sooner or later. “I waited at the restaurant for about half an hour and he never showed up. Then he texted me and said that things were moving “too slow”. Aka me not sleeping with him after 4 or 5 dates, I guess. Plus I’m pretty sure he may have been talking to another girl. Or maybe girls, as in plural.”

“What a dick,” Sami managed through a mouthful of noodles. “S’like I said before, a guy like that doesn’t deserve someone as great as you. You’re better off without him.”

I sighed, “I guess you’re right. I just thought…maybe I had found a good guy. Maybe not the right guy but...ugh I don’t know.” I was a liar. Despite not knowing what an asshole Greg was initially, I knew for sure he wasn’t Mr. Right. Maybe I had just said that to remind myself that Sami was the one I wanted.

Sami stopped chewing for a second, his eyes moving from his plate to me. “You’ll find someone, I just know it. Someone who can appreciate how amazing you are.”

My eyes and head hurt, the tears and alcohol exhausting me thoroughly, something which Sami must have taken notice of. “Wanna sleep it off a little? I’ll make you something to eat if you get hungry later.”

I nodded, leaning my head on his shoulder, ready to fall asleep right then and there.

He chuckled, setting his plate on the coffee table. “At least let me help you into bed so you’re comfortable. I’ll even give you a piggy back ride there.” He sang, a grin on his face as he squatted down in front of me.

Sluggishly, I wrapped my arms around his neck from behind, my legs locking loosely around his torso. The smell of his cologne hit me as I inhaled, burying my face into his shoulder as he carried me to my bedroom, lowering me onto the bed. “And there we go. Yell for me if you need something ok?”

Before he could walk away, I grabbed his arm. I wasn’t sure what I was thinking, normally not being anywhere near this bold. “Sami? Could you stay with me? Please?”

Sami cleared his throat, “I uh…don’t know if I should.” He gently placed his own hand over mine, which was still tightly gripping him.

“I just…I don’t want to be alone right now. Please Sami? I…I really need you.” I felt a lump in my throat as I spoke. I wasn’t sure exactly why I was getting choked up, but the idea of me being alone right now was too much.

Sami’s face softened as he climbed into bed with me, laying on his back and allowing me to lean my head on his chest. “Of course. I’m right here, it’s all gonna be alright.” His hand rubbed my lower back in small circles, as he would softly mutter comforting words every so often.

We had fallen asleep on the couch together before after watching a movie or after a long car ride together, usually my head leaning against his shoulder, but never had we gotten so closely intimate before. I don’t think he’d ever done so much as sat on my bed while waiting for me to throw my jacket on or search for my shoes before going out. And although the feeling was foreign, having his arm tightly wrapped around me surprisingly didn’t make me feel nervous.

I felt him shift underneath my touch as my fingers danced up his chest, stroking his bearded cheek. I don’t know what it was about his presence right now, but the fact that he was actually in my bed next to me just felt so right. “Hey Sami?”

He glanced down at me, lips brushing my fingertips as they accidentally grazed against his mouth. “Hm?”

I scooted up slightly so that our faces were level with each other, opening my mouth so I could tell him what I wanted to do, or even ask him if he’s even ok with it, but all I could do was lean forward and press my lips against his.

I felt him jolt, “Woah, hey um…you probably shouldn’t do that,” he pulled back slightly, his arms still around me so he could only go so far back into the plush pillows. “Not that I didn’t like it, but just uh, you’re really drunk and I don’t want you to…ya know, do something you’re gonna regret.”

I wasn’t sure why I did it or what I had exactly been expecting to happen, but I guess it hadn’t upset me as much as it normally would have. “Sorry. You’re right,” As I closed my eyes, I let out a yawn, fiddling with the soft cotton material of his t-shirt. “I wish I had someone like you to love me, Sami.”

I felt him press a kiss to the top of my head, mumbling my name, “If it means anything, I do love you,” he paused, exhaling, “Just get some rest, sweetheart. I’ll be right here when you wake up,”

I guess what was supposed to be a nap turned into something dangerously close to a coma as I awoke the next morning with a nasty headache and a parched throat. From the corner of my eye, though drawn, I could tell it was light outside of the blinds. I sat up, immediately groaning and sinking back into my comforter when a sharp pain shot through my temple from the abrupt movement.

“Bad hangover, huh?” a familiar voice reached my ears.

I jolted, the movement causing my head to throb again, as I turned to see Sami lying beside me, still in his clothes from the night before.

He chuckled, “Woah, take it easy, it’s just me.” He sat up, cracking his back as he did so. He probably didn’t wake up very long before I did.

“Sorry. Not used to waking up with someone next to me,” I rubbed my hands over my face, grumbling aloud, “What time is it?”

He glanced at the clock on the wall. “Almost 7. You pretty much slept through the night. Feeling hungry?”

I shook my head, slowly sitting up, pushing the blankets off of my legs. “Not really, no. I could definitely go for some coffee though. I feel like shit.”

Sami nodded, “Yeah coffee sounds great right now,” and stood up, heading out of the room. “I’ll go make us some.”

I dragged myself out of bed and made my way to the kitchen, snatching a bottle of water from the fridge and downing half of it to sooth my dry throat.

He shot me a smile before switching on the coffee maker. I swear Sami was a godsend in moments like this when I was without a doubt at my absolute shittiest. Even something as simple as making coffee, which I could easily do myself, I was grateful for.

I licked my dry lips as my eyes met his dark chocolate ones, “Sami I’m really sorry about yesterday. I shouldn’t have gotten upset with you or called you an asshole. You were right about…everything with Greg. I really must have been blind or something not to see that.”

Sami ran a hand over his beard, sighing loudly. “I didn’t want to be right. It was just a feeling I got. Don’t beat yourself up over it, that’s the kind of person you are; you just see the best in people even if they don’t deserve it,” He wrung his hands together. “Like me, for instance. Just because I felt a certain way about the guy didn’t give me the right to act like such a dick. Especially not to you.”

“You were only trying to look out for me Sami and I should have realized that,” I thanked him once he handed me the ceramic mug filled almost to the brim with the piping hot beverage. “I mean, you’re one of the sweetest people I know. You’re always so kind, even to strangers. It should’ve been a red flag in itself when I saw how you felt about him.”

Sami puffed his chest out, “Hey I’m not always so sweet and adorable! I took care of that guy at the bar last night, didn’t I?”

I laughed, squeezing his flexed bicep, “Ah yes of course how could I forget? My knight in shining armor, coming to my rescue and threatening strangers.”

Sami playfully swatted my handed away, “Oh sure you tease now but you were the one who-” he cut himself off, his mouth immediately shutting.

I raised an eyebrow, “What? Oh god, I didn’t do anything stupid while I was drunk, did I?” I let out a groan, holding my head in my hands. I truly didn’t remember everything that happened after Sami swooped in at the bar and helped get me back home. Bits and pieces here and there, but nothing solid was registering in my mind.

“It really wasn’t even that bad.” Sami encouraged, almost pleading for me to drop it. “Really, I didn’t even remember it until now.”

I frowned. “Sami come on, that’s not fair. We tell each other everything.”

Sami let out a breath, “Well right before you fell asleep, you uh...kissed me. I was nervous when you woke up that you’d think something else happened, honestly. Ya know, with me next to you is all.” He was clearly embarrassed.

I mean I was too, but I tried not to let it show too much. “Oh. I mean…that’s not so terrible. Was that all?”

He seemed to hesitate a little bit, and then shook his head. “Yeah, that’s all. Nothing else whatsoever,”

I gave him a look. I felt like he was hiding something, but I figured I’d get it out of him at a later time if he was, “At least I didn’t puke in the bushes outside the bar like someone at Finn’s birthday last year,” I was desperate to change the subject at this point, and I could tell he was too.

Sami gasped, “Hey! I was peer pressured into taking those last few shots and you know it!”

I laughed, “I had to practically drag you into the car too. Guess that makes us even now, huh? I saved you from busting your ass in the parking lot and you saved me from some creep last night.”

Sami ruffled my hair, “In fairness, you can normally handle yourself.”

Rolling my eyes, I took another sip of coffee and smoothed my hair back down with my free hand. “Knock it off, my bedhead is already bad enough,”

Sami looked like he was about to speak again, but instead he finished his coffee and placed his mug in the sink. “I’m uh, gonna go shower and stuff,” leaving me alone with my hangover.

I took my time in finishing my own coffee, allowing myself to finally wake up a little more before swallowing a few aspirin, something I wish I were smart or sober enough to do last night before passing out.

As I sat at the kitchen table, idly glancing through social media on my phone, my mind just wouldn’t stop itself from conjuring up the image of Sami in the shower. I was no stranger to what he looked like without a shirt, both from work and the fact that we were roommates, and hell I had even caught him in his underwear a few times. I absentmindedly chewed my bottom lip, a small part of me mentally scolding myself for the dirty thoughts. I sure as hell shouldn’t be picturing my best friend in the shower, wet and naked. And I especially shouldn’t be wondering what would happen if I had joined him, you know, just to help him wash up. And I definitely shouldn’t be thinking about my hands wandering down his chest, lower and lower until they-

The sound of soft footsteps echoed against the tile and I found myself snapping out of my daydream as Sami entered the kitchen again. And fuck, all he was wearing were those gray sweatpants, the ones that I could clearly see the outline of his lower half through. I immediately got up to wash my mug, mainly so my eyes wouldn’t wander any lower than they should.

Sami came up next to me, leaning against the counter as I rinsed the two mugs and the bowl from his leftovers last night. “It was my turn to wash the dishes, you know.” From the corner of my eye I can see small water droplets scattered along his chest, dripping down towards his stomach, disappearing beneath the gray waistband.

“I owe you for taking care of me last night,” I joked. “I don’t mind, really. You can get them next time.”

Sami was silent for a few seconds, then spoke, “Hey so, you don’t have any more dates coming up anytime soon, do you?”

I shook my head ‘no’, “Not anytime soon or at all. I think I’m going to take a break from dating for a while. Why, you wanna do something tonight?” I was secretly hoping he didn’t have anything planned that involved getting dressed or leaving the house at all for that matter. I was perfectly content with vegging out on the couch and ordering pizza with Sami tonight.

He shifted almost nervously, “No, well, I mean yeah, I just...don’t really know how to say this,” his eyes seemed to take interest in the tiled floor as he refused to meet my gaze.

“Sami is everything ok?” I rubbed his arm comfortingly, turning towards him. Was he still upset with me about our fight yesterday? Maybe this had something to do with whatever he was keeping from me. Or maybe me drunkenly kissing him has now created a permanent tension between the two of us and now our friendship will never be the same.

“No it’s just, I-I don’t want to see you going on dates with guys like that anymore,” before I could ask what he meant he spoke again, “because I want it to be me, ok? I wanna be the guy you go on dates with. Who takes you out to nice places and gets to show you off to everyone and spend all the time in the world with you,” he took a deep breath, “I’m just trying to say that I really care about you and that I’ve seen you as more than my roommate or friend for awhile now. Like, a long while.”

My heart felt like it was caught in my throat after hearing Sami’s confession. Suddenly his behavior for the past month involving Greg began to make sense. Between working and living with him for so long, I knew how Sami was around people he wasn’t fond of. He’d be as polite as he’d have to be and leave it at that; at the very most making some comment to me about them when they left. I should’ve known it was more than just Greg turning out to be a douche that caused Sami to act so rudely.

I was abruptly pulled out of my thoughts when he cleared his throat, “This might sound really stupid but, would it…be alright if I kissed you? Like a real kiss? You can say no, I don’t want you to feel like you’re obligated to or anything I just-“ His chocolate orbs met mine, and I don’t think I had ever seen him quite this nervous.

“Sami,” I cut his ramblings off before he could say another word, “I would love it if you kissed me. If that wasn’t already apparent from last night,” I giggled, trying to fight the blush that was creeping up on my own cheeks.

Gently, Sami took my face between his hands and pulled me closer, pressing his lips to mine. And I don’t think it’s much of an exaggeration to say that I swore I saw fireworks behind my eyes when I closed them. It was that weird, cliché moment where kissing him felt so right that everything seemed to fall into place.

I wasn’t sure why it took me so long to realize that maybe he held the same feelings for me as I did for him. He was right here the whole time and I was just brushing off everything he did as him being my best friend and nothing more than what I saw him as. It was a little silly, I thought, that two decently intelligent adults who also happened to be inseparable friends and roommates weren’t able to figure out that they both felt the same way about each other.

He pulled back ever so slightly, “God I should’ve done that so much sooner,” his eyes found mine, radiating warmth.

I couldn’t help but ask, “Why didn’t you? Not that I’m complaining or anything,”

“I don’t know,” he sighed heavily, squeezing his eyes shut for a few seconds before reopening them, “A bunch of shitty excuses; the main one being I was fucking terrified. I didn’t want to screw things up and lose you. Lose what we have. You’re my best friend and I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t in my life.”

I grinned up at him, “Well I’m not going anywhere,” I ran my fingers over his hand that was still planted on my cheek, “Especially not now. Looks like you’re stuck with me, Sami.”.

After that morning, Sami and I seemed to be behaving more and more like a couple as the days went on. Sure we hadn’t exactly put a label on it or told any of our friends/co-workers yet, but everyone at work knew we were roommates and good friends so as far as they were concerned we were keeping things professional, being that we were spending pretty much the same amount of time with each other.

To be honest, I think we were both surprised by how strangely…normal everything stayed between us. We still cooked, ran errands and did chores together as usual. The only difference were small things like me planting a kiss on his cheek to thank him for taking out the trash or him wrapping his arms around my waist while I made breakfast for the both of us.

The one thing we couldn’t quite figure out though, was a permanent sleeping situation. We had pretty much been alternating whose bed we’d end up sleeping in, the decision only really being based on whose bed sheets needed washing. Plus both of our beds were comfortably queen-sized.

“We should get a bigger place soon,” Sami turned his head to look at me. “What do you think?” We were lying together in his bed, my head against his chest as he browsed a house-hunting app on his phone. “Ooh we should get a puppy too, I mean, if you want.” I could tell by the tone of his voice that he very much was hoping that I also wanted a puppy.

Most girls would be over the moon if their boyfriend brought up the idea of getting a place together but Sami and I already living together dulled that spark just a little. Still, it made me happy to think that he’d maybe want a house together. Even though he wasn’t technically my “boyfriend” yet.

“I think that’s a good idea. Especially the puppy,” I planted a kiss on his lips, his beard tickling me as I did so. “We should look next week on our day off,” I lightly moved his arm from around me and stood up. “Be right back. Gotta brush my teeth,”

I exited the room and made my way to the bathroom down the hall, locking the door behind me. I ducked down to open the cabinet underneath the sink and pulled out the paper shopping bag I had hidden there earlier. It had been almost a month since Sami and I became an item and we still hadn’t had sex yet. I think we were both under the impression that the other one didn’t want to rush things too much, but I finally decided to take the leap of faith to try and initiate things.

Trying not to let the paper crinkling make too much noise, I slid out of my clothes and pulled on the lace black bra and panty set I had purchased earlier that day at the mall. I admired myself in the mirror for a few seconds, loving how the bra squeezed my breasts together for just the right amount of cleavage. I made one last attempt to doll myself up by running my hands through my hair and fluffing it slightly to give it a “messy but still sexy” look.

Taking a deep breath, I exited the bathroom and walked back to Sami’s room, only to see him still scrolling through his phone. “Hey so there’s a place not far from here that I think we should-“ he stopped in his tracks when his eyes moved to my barely clothed form. “Woah,”

I felt the blush stain my cheeks as I felt his hungry gaze wander over me, chewing on my bottom lip.

Sami was sitting up now, crooking his finger at me in a “come hither” motion, his eyes never leaving me.

Slowly, deliberately, I walked over to where he sat, only to let out a squeak of surprise when Sami yanked me onto his lap. “Look at you, baby. So fucking beautiful,”

His fingers traced small circles on the exposed skin above my panty line, his thumb dipping below the elastic slightly. My excitement got the better of me and I thought they’d venture a little lower, but to my disappointment, they didn’t. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, my fingers tangling into his red locks, deepening the embrace. I felt him chuckle against my mouth as my fingers moved out of his hair and twisted in the fabric of his plain black t-shirt, tugging it upwards. “Oh? You want it off?” he teased.

I nodded eagerly as he helped me tear the garment over his head, tossing it off to the side and revealing to me his well-toned chest and sparse little areas of hair. “What else do you want me to take off baby? Tell me.”

My fingers trailed down to the waistband of his sweats, gripping the elastic and playfully snapping it against his skin. “These too. Please?”

Sami pretended to think it over, humming quietly before he began to slide them off his legs. “I think that’s fair,”

I reached down between us, gently stroking his cock through his boxer briefs, causing him to let out a soft grunt. “Mmm baby,” His eyes fluttered closed as my hand worked him softly, squeezing the shaft with the right amount of pressure. Being that I was on his lap, I began moving my hips slightly against the lower half of his member while my hand worked around the head, causing Sami to shudder in surprise. “Shit sweetheart, you’re fucking good at that,”

I leaned forward, pulling him into another brief kiss, “Sami, I want you. So, so badly.”

He hummed in approval, dragging his lips across my collarbone, leaving tiny kisses across my skin, periodically pausing in between whenever he found a spot that seemed to drive me crazy. He began sucking on said spot, loving the reaction he was getting from me. I was fairly certain a hickey would form, but I couldn’t find myself particularly caring. “Want you too. I swear I’m the luckiest guy in the world right now,” he murmured, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck, until his mouth came to the center of my cleavage. “You’re so perfect baby,” I felt his warm hands reach behind me and unclip my bra, sliding the straps off my shoulders one at a time.

I ground against him slowly, feeling him harden against me as I did so. The aching between my legs only continued to grow as Sami gently cupped my breasts, dipping his head lower so that he could take a nipple in his mouth. So badly did I want him to get on with it and fuck me, but his motions were all unhurried, as if he were appreciating and memorizing every last inch of skin his fingers and mouth came across.

I felt his right hand drag down my side, finally providing me with a little bit of relief as his fingers slid past the fabric of my panties, coming into contact with my wetness. “Honey you’re so wet for me,” he mumbled, having switched to my other breast, teeth grazing slightly over the nipple. “Mmm I can’t wait to feel you,”

My eyes squeezed shut as two of his fingers easily slid inside of my entrance, causing me to arch against him. He had barely begun to touch me and I was already quickly becoming a writhing mess in his lap. “S-sami…” His response was to curl his fingers inside of me again and again, and my nails were digging into his shoulders, no doubt leaving marks.

His desire-filled eyes met mine, a smile across his lips. “Just like that? Do you want me to keep going? Or should I use something besides my fingers? Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you baby. Whatever you want. You just gotta tell me,”

My mind felt like it was going about a mile and minute and I could barely focus on the words he was saying to me, my entire body feeling as if it were buzzing. “I-I just need you, Sami I need you so fucking bad p-please…” I managed to choke out my answer.

That was apparently good enough for him because suddenly I was off his lap and lying splayed out on the bed with Sami hovering over me. His fingers hooked into the sides of my panties and tugged them the rest of the way down my legs, tossing them to the side of the bed. “This what you wanted baby? You want me to taste this sweet little pussy?”

Before I could hurriedly nod, his tongue slid through my folds once, twice, three times before focusing solely on my clit, making tight circles as his fingers gripped my thighs. “Oh god, don’t stop please!” My toes curled as his tongue lavished the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing my back to arch off the mattress.

It only took him a few more strokes with his tongue before I was bucking against his face, crying out his name as I reached my climax. Between the arousal that had already previously built up and his fingers and tongue simultaneously working on me, I wasn’t all that surprised that it took me such a short amount of time to cum.

I almost thought he wasn’t going to stop, but sure enough he rose back up to me, sloppily kissing me again, his tongue dancing with mine, and his beard slightly sticky. His cock was rock hard against my stomach and I pushed forward, making him sit up for me so I could assist him in the removal of his last piece of clothing.

I felt my face flush as I pulled his boxer briefs down, allowing his hardened cock to spring out. And it was safe to say, all of my fantasies and daydreaming did not do it any justice whatsoever.

I leaned down after giving it a few strokes and took as much of him as I could into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head. Sami’s hand gently found it’s way into my hair, tugging softly and groaning in delight as I removed him from my mouth and gave him one long lick on the underside of his shaft.

Before I could taste his cock again, Sami hurriedly pulled me upwards and pressed me back down onto the mattress, descending over me shortly after. “Baby, baby I need you now. I can’t wait anymore,”

I definitely wasn’t complaining, although I was a little disappointed that I didn’t get a chance to taste him more. It was short-lived however, when I felt his hardened member pressing against my thigh.

Sami licked his lips before gripping his shaft and guiding it to my dripping wet entrance. “Are you ready for me sweetheart?”

Pretty much the second I nodded he surged forward inside of me, causing me to let out a whine of surprise at the very sudden motion. He gave me a few moments to adjust before pressing forward, causing me to let out a gasp of pleasure when he finally bottomed out inside of me, filling me completely. “Oh fuck Sami,”

“How’s that feel baby? Is that good?” I could tell that Sami’s main focus was immediately how he was making me feel versus his own pleasure. However, I could definitely tell by the look on his face that he was enjoying himself as well.

I responded by arching against him, his hips grinding into mine at a slow, monotonous pace initially. I wasn’t sure if he was intentionally trying to be gentle on me, or if he was just teasing me by going so slow, but regardless I wanted him to speed up.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, forcing him deeper inside of me as I did so, causing him to groan. “Yeah? Is that what my girl wants? You want it like that?” he punctuated the last word with one particularly hard thrust that hit me at a completely new angle. Chuckling, Sami noted the way my body responded and thrust that one particular spot again and again, moving in and out, not taking his eyes off me for even a second.

“You feel so good baby, holy shit. So fucking good, squeezing my cock like that,” Never in a million years would I ever think that Sami would be such a huge fan of dirty talk. Not that I wasn’t enjoying it, because holy shit, hearing him say these things was definitely adding to the experience. He was pounding into me at the perfect pace, hard and fast, yet still making sure that every single one of his thrusts were angled so that his cock brushed my G-spot over and over again. My eyes could’ve rolled to the back of my head with one particular thrust that caught me off guard, drawing a loud cry of pleasure from my throat. “Oh fuck! Sami please right there, that feels so good!”

He continued to hit that one spot with slow, deliberate strokes, his mouth hanging open slightly. With a groan, he lowered himself so that our foreheads pressed together, “Fuck sweetheart I love you, god I fucking love you so much,” his pace faltered slightly as he realized what he said. Safe to say by the brief look of what I can only describe as panic crossing his face that he hadn’t planned on saying that out loud.

I brought my hands from around his neck and gently held his face between my hands, my thumbs idly stroking his cheeks, “Sami. I love you too.” Besides not wanting him to stop, hearing him verbally say those words, much like our first real kiss, just felt so right that I didn’t think to question saying it back it at all.

The smile that spread across his face was like none I had seen before. Not the bright, million-watt smile that he usually had; this was a look of genuine content that I don’t think I had ever seen in Sami.

He kissed me again, this time slowly and softly, whispering my name against my lips, “I’m not gonna last much longer, sweetheart.”

I rolled my hips upward to meet each of his thrusts, noting the shudder it elicited from him. A lot of people throw the phrase, “I’m going to fuck you into the mattress” around during sex, but it literally felt like that’s what Sami was trying to do to me. Not that I was complaining of course. It was like he was pouring every ounce of strength he had into the fluid motions of his hips meeting mine.

I bit my bottom lip so hard that I swore I could’ve drawn blood as my second orgasm began rolling through my body, “ Oh god Sa-!,” I barely got out the last syllable of his name and I cried out loudly, tightening around him and he pounded into me over and over again.

Sami buried his face in my neck, loudly moaning as his own orgasm overtook him, “Ugh fuck sweetheart here it comes, here it fucking comes,” growling out one last “fuck” before collapsing on top of me.

Sami rolled off of me after a few seconds as not to crush me, exhaling loudly, and saying once again, “Woah.”

I laughed, “That’s a word for it.” I leaned over and pressed a kiss against his lips.

Sami wasted no time pulling me to his chest, and it wasn’t too surprising since he loved cuddling in general, even after sex. “Hey so…I actually have something to tell you. About that night you got drunk,”

“I know,” I turned over so I was face to face with him, still leaning on his chest. “You’re terrible at keeping secrets, you know. Like, really terrible.”

Sami chewed on his bottom lip, “Yeah so uh you didn’t just kiss me when you were drunk. You said you wish you had someone like me to love you and, I guess you don’t remember but I told you I loved you. And well since I know that the feeling’s mutual I guess I finally felt comfortable enough to tell you,”

I took in his words, thinking over what he said. If he had told me that day I probably would have been more embarrassed with my drunken antics, but now?

He frowned, a worried look crossing his features, “You’re not mad at me are you?”

“No! God no, of course not Sami.” He continued to watch me, knowing I had more to say, ”I mean…it’s the truth. I-hell not just me, any girl would be lucky to have someone like you. I took a peek up at him, trying to fight the blush that was once again staining my cheeks. “You’re one of the most amazing people I know, Sami.”

Sami grinned, kissing the top of my head, “Well I’m right here, aren’t I? And I’m yours already. I mean, well if you want me to be. Like, officially I mean.”

“If I didn’t make it clear that I want to be with you already then I’m doing something wrong here,” I rolled my eyes playfully, planting a kiss on his lips.

I settled myself back into his arms, completely and utterly spent. Just as I felt the welcome signs of sleep starting to overcome me, Sami’s hand shook my shoulder, causing me to grumble. “Wait baby, you can’t go to sleep yet! We still have to decide what kind of puppy to get!”