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eremiie · 3 years

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pretty for the camera

❥ nsfw | 4.8k words | camboy!eren x reader

❥ content - breeding kink, exhibitionism, choking, dumbification

❥ you had no problem just being behind the scenes of eren’s little livestreams until you catch a glimpse of his comment section. maybe it was time he needed to bring on a guest.

based on this ask here!

ty to @murmikaa @arlerted for beta reading, ily guys!

ewrose: wanna replace ur hand w mine

min1103: fuck u look so good

yasminab: holding my phone with one hand rn

lyssa1997: if only i was there to help you out<3

you made a disgruntled sound as you scrolled through the comment section of eren's live. it was comment after comment, and even though your face would scrunch up in displeasure at each lewd remark, you continued to let your finger drag across the screen to see more.

you didn't know why it made your stomach turn, you were the one who told eren it was okay. you told him you were fine with him recording videos of himself for the internet to see, you told him you were okay with him live streaming while you twisted in a chair in the corner of the room.

you had no reason to be upset when he was the one who repeatedly said, "are you sure, baby? i don't have to do this." and you repeatedly brushed him off and said it was fine. on the plus side, it put a few extra bucks in his pockets for the both of you.

you weren't the jealous type. if you were you probably wouldn't even be able to sit in the same room with him as his hand worked himself in front of a camera in front of hundreds of people. but it was something about the way they talked so explicitly about what belonged to you that made you pout, that made you sink into the chair and glance eren's way one too many times.

but what good would come out of you complaining? watching eren with envy as if he didn't fuck you good every other night— as if that couldn't be you beside him, showing his stream what belonged to you, or better yet having him show his stream what belonged to him.

your legs falls from the seat of the chair until your toes touch the carpet. your hand slips under eren's shirt that you wore, unclasping your flimsy bra and letting it fall around your waist. grabbing the hem of the shirt, you scrunch it between your hands and pull it over the top of your head. once you're in nothing but your panties, you stand up from the chair, making as little noise as possible and toeing over to stand next to the camera.

catching sight of him again almost left you awestruck. the imagery of his head being thrown back and him grunting while his attention lied on the tip of his cock. he must've felt you staring at him because he pulls forward again, half-lidded green eyes meeting yours, making you blink a few times and snap out of the trance he put you in.

a warm smile was thrown his way and his gaze trails down your body, taking every inch of you in before he looks to the camera. It's amusing how he quirked his brow when his eyes met yours again.

you didn't blame him. you had never done this before, never had the courage to do this. but once again, it needed to be known that you were an actual person, that there was someone behind the camera that got eren's attention when it was off.

he doesn't speak and doesn't even try to, he just lets his eyes tell you all about it so subtly. you were interrupting his stream but he couldn't let the people watching know that.

your finger points to the camera while your other hand trails from the curve of your breasts to the soft skin of your stomach, passing the hem of your underwear and rubbing at the fabric, a silent message to eren that you hope he'd understand.

eren's hand slows in his strokes and his tongue smoothed over his bottom lip, eyes meeting yours again. a raise of his eyebrow asks you if you were sure. you've never joined one of his streams before; this is a first and he wanted you to be certain.

miathesl4t: what is he doing

mochibts: ??? the show must go on

you nod your head and step one foot forward, pausing for a moment until eren scoots back on the bed. he lets go of himself and watches you saunter over until you stop between his legs.

you're aware that hundreds of eyes were on you now. they're probably studying the curve and dimples of your back, the cotton fabric of your underwear, and the soft skin that only eren got to feel under his hands.

the light highlighted every dip of your body and every inch of you while the camera stared at you so dauntingly. it made your body tense. you want to shy away, but this was a decision that you made. you get as close to eren as possible, wanting to feel his skin up against yours to feel that comfort that he brought to you, help you ease up.

yasminab: wait who's that

mayle.e: omg um???

your leg swings over one side of him, then the other, straddling his lap. warm hands settle on your hips while his cock sat taut against his stomach between you both.

"what's up?" he murmurs, only low enough for you to hear.

your hands come up to cup his jaw, tan skin hot in your grasp. he turns his head to press his lips to your hand,softening up at the feel of you. he almost completely forgets he's recording because that's the effect you alone have on him.

his reputation precedes him— someone who has never met him before, who only knows him from his streams, his filthy videos, and pictures would say something completely different about him than you would.

you, however, knew how tender he could be, how loving he could be. you also knew what he put up for the camera wasn't completely a sham because well... you've experienced it first hand, and you reckoned if you asked kindly you could experience it again.

"want you to fuck me." your nearly whispering to him as you spoke.

"on camera?" he's not taken aback, he knew that you knew what you were getting into the second you stepped foot in front of the camera. if you wanted to back out now he wouldn't mind. he'd never force you to do something you didn't want— even if it would disappoint the watchers, even if it would disturb his live.

"on camera." you roll your hips forward, his hands on either side of you tightening as he hums. pink lips press against your shoulder before he rests his head on it, verdigris eyes meeting the camera again with a small smirk.

"we have a guest guys." his voice is sing-song, eren failing to hide his excitement because he was excited. excited to show you off, excited for his followers to see you in all your glory, to see what was his like you wanted them to, to see who fucked you dumb every chance he got.

erenwhore21: i did not sign up for this

you turn your head to the side so your profile is showing, fluttering your eyes at the camera as if you were a natural-born star that was made for it, and you give a shy smile as you lean forward into eren. his body on yours was a haven. "hi."

erenwhore21: but i am not complaining

lillilyx: HE GOT A GF omg

erenwhore21: he didn't say that

"she wants me to fuck her on camera." eren's hand comes up to turn your head towards him, pulling you closer by your jaw and pressing a kiss to your bottom lip while his other hand moves down to squeeze at your ass— an abrupt slap making you yelp. "isn't that nasty?"

your eyes roll at the irony of his words— as if not moments ago he was getting off for the eyes of strangers.

"so what do you want, baby? tell them what you told me."

your hands slip over his shoulders and your arms dangle behind them. you lean forward to peck eren's lips as his hand slides underneath your underwear to grip the flesh of your cheeks. "i said, i want you to fuck me."

he reciprocates your kiss and his lips upturn as he does, happy with your compliance. your arousal pools in your stomach, not only because you're about to give yourself to eren, but because you're going to let him have you on camera for everyone to see.

"you hear that?" he's not talking to you although his eyes are on you. he's searching for a sign of hesitation in them, a sign that you don't want to do this anymore, but you're too giddy. so when he finds none he pats your side, "turn around."

and with that same lack of hesitation, you listen, pulling your legs from over him and turning to face the camera.

the light felt brighter than it was when it could only see your backside, the camera felt farther than it was before you were facing it, and you press back on eren as much as possible. your eyes dart around his set up while you get comfortable in his lap, sitting pretty— a doll on display. "this is my girlfriend, she wants me to slut her out for you guys."

lillilyx: eren shes HOT

yasminab: thought he was single :((

b3li3v3: bI pANIC BC WHEW

eren's hands travel to your breasts, kneading both of them while pressing soft, wet kisses to your neck. you can't help but squirm in his lap— you wanted to feel something down below, you were already ready for him from the moment you stepped foot in front of the camera.

"she wants to show you guys how i fuck her when no one is around. she's dirty; my little whore, right?" the way his voice vibrates through your body from where he speaks against your neck sends a shiver through it, your back unintentionally arching and your hips trying to gain friction from your position on top of him.

one of his hands drops from your chest to your clit, giving it a few taps over top of your underwear. "right?" and only then did you realize he was speaking to you.

your eyes were focused on the camera, the thought of what was to come racking your nerves delightfully. "right... yours, no one else."

he nods his head, rewarding you by slipping his hand down past your underwear. your lips part in surprise as his warm fingers brush against your clit before dipping down further to your folds. "then show them."

eren draws a small whine from you and your hands scramble to tug at your panties, begging eren to take them off without opening your mouth. and he listens, helping you pull them off with his other hand while you lift your hips.

he slips them down far enough so that you're able to get them down your legs and let them fall to your feet. sliding out of them you open your legs further while his hand covers your cunt as if he was hiding it from his— your audience.

"you guys wanna see?" he taunts, and your head falls back onto his shoulder. you ached for him to really touch you, to really make you feel good. the camera moves into your subconscious and it almost feels like every other time when it's just you and eren.

his palm cups your heat while his fingers dance across your slit, and you find yourself trying to grind against him, trying to get more from him.

"she's so wet... don't even think i need to prep her," and as if he was testing his theory, his two fingers plunge into you making you moan at the feeling. his fingers always stretched you open so nicely, even if it was in the slightest bit.

your pleasure was short-lived. as fast as he buries his digits into you he pulls them out, and your eyebrows furrow in discontent, muscles in your leg tensing beside eren.

"eren," you whine his name, chest jutting out— god was he such a tease, you could hear him chuckle from over your shoulder before bringing his fingers up to his lips to taste you.

he made a noise of satisfaction, another small peck to your shoulder, reassuring you you'd get what you wanted. his hands come down to massage the skin of your stomach as he looked up to the camera. "i should just fuck her, yeah?"

lillilyx: YES

mira928: please do

it was funny— it didn't matter what the chat said; eren wouldn't be able to read the comments from the distance away he was from his set up. it was his decision to make. it was always his decision to make.

you found yourself nodding your head, jaw brushing against the side of eren's with every up and down motion before he pats your side, signaling you to stand.

"all fours," and you stand, the camera getting a clear view of your backside while you crawl onto the bed. eren stands up as well, positioning himself behind you, as his hand follows the curve of your spine before giving your ass a firm spank that made you wince from below him.

his eyes flit to the camera for a minute, and you reckon he was trying to make sure you were centered enough for them to see you well before his hand presses down on your back making you rest on your forearms.

his dick slides against your folds and you shudder with anticipation, letting your head rest against the sheet and pushing back on eren as he teases you.

it was teasing for him too. as much as he wanted to fuck you he had to take his time, let his viewers indulge in everything, let the camera pick up everything from the sounds of your slick coating his cock to the soft impatient whimpers that would fall from your lips.

"ready?" you can't tell if he's talking to you or the camera, but you nod your head faster than expected anyway, pressing back on him before he adjusts your hips. "gonna fuck you so good."

your mouth can't help but drop open when eren's tip meets your cunt and your breathing stutters as he slides into you. although you were slightly aware so many faces could see you, this time felt no different from the rest.

he grips your hips and sheathes himself fully inside of you, a low groan emitting from his throat as he bottoms out completely.

you feel so tight, so good, better than you usually do— and eren isn't sure if it's a trick of the camera or not. either way, he indulges in the feeling of you sucking him in, slicked up and ready for his cock.

you bury your head into the sheets to smother your moan, the way every inch of eren settles inside of you making your body quiver and your eyes roll.

eren doesn't seem to like this, his hand reaching forward to grab a handful of your hair and exposing your face again. he angles his grip facing you towards the camera, the red light winking at you, taunting you; almost like it was telling you to smile.

"look up, they can't see your face."

this is what you wanted. if you were gonna disrupt his stream the least you could do was listen to him. so you stable yourself on your elbows and keep your head up. his hand falls from your hair and onto your shoulder to keep himself steady as he begins to move.

the way he moves his hips back and forth 'til they're flush with your ass is enough to make you shudder. you can feel every movement of him sliding in and out of you through your whole body— and it feels better than ever. you're sure the attention on you has something to do with it.

"god, eren,"

eren speeds up his pace and the smack of his hips can be heard throughout the whole room alongside the sound of your juices getting pushed around every time he fucked into you. it was lewd— disgusting, but what was even nastier was the comments.

they were enjoying this, much to eren's satisfaction and possibly yours too.

jjjohn21: fuck she's hot

cumslxt0: turn her more to the camera ;p

itachiwife: need to see more tits!!!

guest37657: i wanna fuck someone like this

"god," as if eren could read what they were saying he adjusts your body by pulling you up by your neck, hands warm around your throat while your back presses up against his chest. he's radiating heat, it makes you even more warm and gushy than before, and a small whimper leaves your mouth. "you like this?"

another whimper and your eyes slide sideways so you can see the camera in your peripheral, the image of it jumping every time eren slammed into you.

"yes, yes, yeah," you gasp, your words choked.

"you like everyone watching you?"

your eyes flutter for a few seconds, mouth open to speak but only small croaks slip from your lips.

you did like everyone watching you. you liked them seeing how eren fucked you; how his cock slid in and out of you swiftly. deep strokes that made you dazed, unable to utter anything but quick confirmations to his words, and even then— barely that.

if it wasn't for the pleasure that swallowed you whole you would've felt embarrassed, would've been trying to sink into eren because of the eyes on you, because of the way you stupidly stumbled when trying to be coherent. and it was all at the hands of eren.

you didn't feel embarrassed, you felt hedonistic. felt devoted to this way of pleasure, like this was the only way you'd ever feel so euphoric— on top of the world. you could do this a million times over.

the vulgar comments no longer bothered you because you were sure they were about you. you were sure people's free hands were typing away trying to appraise how hot you looked. from your chest moved with each forceful thrust, to your ass clapping every time eren reached your cervix, small uncomfortable cries tumbling from your mouth that were a blend of pain and pleasure.

you'd try to speak again. "shit—" maybe hearing your sultry voice would help the image of you that they all had burned into their heads by now. "eren,"

maybe it would help the mirage they'd form at night from here on out. it'd be them fucking you, running their hands over your soft curves and helping you bounce over the top of them while you whispered obscenities in their ears. "hah,"

you could see why eren liked the camera so much now.

despite your hokum, you felt like a star, and you played the role so well. eren must've been long forgotten the minute you stepped foot into his spotlight.

but he couldn't have that either.

first and foremost, the only reason they were able to see you in this state was because of him. he's the one who fucked you so stupid, so dumb that you couldn't speak. you were his and as if he knew what you were thinking he'd let it be known.

"you can't speak baby?" he hums condescendingly ashis fingers crawl up from your neck, the tips prodding at your lips, slipping into your mouth to make sure of it.

your tongue lolls out so gracefully, the sloppy surface of it wetting eren's fingers and making him push up in your mouth so he could get a better grip. "fucked you so dumb?"

you nod your head, his fingertips grazing the back of your throat and eren's chuckle turns into a guttural sound when you clench around him at his words. "shit— you like that? like showing everyone how well i can fuck you?"

another nod, another whimper.

"and i'm the only one who can fuck you like this, yeah?" he slows his strokes and when he's buried inside you his hips grind against yours as if he's trying to get as deep as possible. trying to reach your stomach— hell, you can feel him in your stomach.

your yes is so mumbly, but eren can understand it all too well— you're not sure about his viewers though. "that's my girl." he lets his fingers fall from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting his index to the tip of your tongue. your spittle is smeared onto your nipple by him before he lets go of you completely, letting your body fall to the bed with a plop.

you don't even realize how you're circling your hips against his until eren pulls out of you, falling onto his knees and shuffling to the edge of the bed to pull you into his lap. you're straddling him, cunt searching for his dick— fluttering at the empty feeling.

eren couldn't have taken any longer to position you, you wanted to be full again. "let's show them how your slutty pussy takes my cum too."

lillilyx: they r so hot im crying

nbhdluvr: bestie THIS is so hot

laur7n: (s)CREAMING /s

eren's dick is coated in your slick and it glistens as light reflects off of it. eren's thankful for his setup, it makes the sheen of sweat coating the both of you look like an intended glow, accentuating your best parts and making you camera ready.

he pumps himself a few times before lining himself up and pushing into you again with a sound that's near titillating.

your moan is so breathy as you accommodate his length so easily. eren hisses at the feeling of your squishy walls squeezing him again. it's like he's fucked you so many times that you're molded to him, a perfect fit for him— cinderella's glass slipper.

"oh god— eren," you're becoming spent, leaning almost all your weight against eren, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your face into the crevice of his neck.

you mouth at his skin, hot open-mouthed kisses being planted on the tan of his neck, and he reciprocates the gesture by smoothing his thumb over your ear, holding you by your nape as he leans back.

he presses a small subtle kiss to the side of your head that may have gone unnoticed by the camera but not by him and you squeeze your eyes shut relaxing against him.

"fuck me." you mutter. it's so quiet that you're not sure if eren begins moving because of you or because he would've anyway.

eren's movements are steady, bucking up into you so you don't have to do much work— only taking him and taking him so well. he's proud of your performance and he's a little sad the two of you were already in the last act of it.

he speeds up a bit when you tense up, back arching and you putting in a little work as your orgasm creeps up on you. your head lifts from eren's neck slightly and you begin to let out small pants of breath. "eren..."

"yeah?" his voice is shaky and his pace begins to falter. he's just as close as you are.

"almost there," now your meeting eren's thrusts, slamming down onto him as he bucks up into you. your hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing small circles into it to the best of your ability, squeezing around eren and your mouth dropping open to let out larger pants, let out moans. "'m almost there, 'mma cum,"

"me too, me too." stray brown strands stick to the sweat coating eren's forehead. his hand on your nape falls down to the small of your back pushing you as close to him as possible. there's a furrow in his brow as he stares straight at the camera. the heat bubbles in his stomach, that familiar build-up, and it doesn't matter that he's looking at the camera— he can barely see it, eyes half-lidded and his mind blanking as all he's focused on is you and him. his high and yours.

"come," your tone pleading, you wanna be filled to the brim with his cum. want it to leak out of you for everyone and have him push as much in because you can't waste a single drop! you want eren to claim you on camera for your last act and your body shivers at the thought. "please!"

eren groans at your voice, the tremble of it is almost enough to send him over the edge. he leans back even further so you're more on display and his breathing gets heavier. "shit— want me to.. to cum inside you? fill you up?"

"yes, eren, please!"

his body tingles, that same pleasurable sensation spreads. "breed that pretty pussy, like the little slut you are, yeah?"

"yes!" you're practically sobbing for him, sobbing for it.

"fuck, baby take my cum..." and eren shoots inside of you, warmth filling you up. you cream all over him at the same time, your cunt clenching him so tightly. an unintelligible cry of his name escapes your lips. you sound so consumed, so weary, and eren loves it.

he tenses up underneath you, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he fills you up like you wanted, like he wanted.

yasminab: omg

guest11923: ughhh sexy

it was no doubt you belonged to him now.

your body still twitches, and eren has yet to pull out. the two of you are calming down, it's only your heavy breathing that fills the room.

after a moment eren finally speaks, tapping your side. "come on, get up." and as much as you didn't want to you do, lifting yourself up slightly on weak knees— eren's cum following his cock out of you and dripping onto his leg. he sighs at the sight and you sigh at the feel. what a finishing touch to your performance.

your skin gets prickly and cool albeit the warmth of the room, and you're hyper aware that the camera's on you once more. the exterior you built up begins to fade, and as if eren can read your mind he stands up to shut it off and end the live as he usually does.

you relax, watching as he turns off some of the extra lights, and heads to the bathroom, coming back to clean you and him up before sinking into the bed with you wrapped in his arms.

you're tired, your eyes are droopy, and you know eren's holding off the few more things he needs to do to cuddle with you, to lull you to sleep.

he's peppering kisses along your cheek, massaging the fat of your stomach, and holding you so close to him. "you did so good," is what he mumbles between every kiss.

the softness in his voice is what makes you feel tender, feel loved.

your envy was absurd. it's the way he gently kisses your skin that makes you realize that on or off camera eren belonged to you. you didn't need to show out for his viewers (not that you regret it), or prove anything to them. sitting behind a camera was fine as long as it was you who had eren in his entirety at the end of the day.

even after your realization, you're not so sure if this would be the last time you'd step foot in front of a camera, with or without eren.

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whydontwe-fanfics · 7 years

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Capture and Effect (J.M)

Description: When live on YouNow, fans capture Jonah’s face while looking at you and rumors spread like wildfire.

Warning: Jonah being a smol bean, FLUFF, that’s it

Word Count: 3.2k

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The Marais family was practically your family. You grew up next to them all your life and everything they went through, you went through.

Like when Jonah announced that he'd be moving to L.A to share a house with his four other bandmates. You, along with his family, were devastated. Jonah was your best friend, your ride or die, the Clyde to your Bonnie. But then he left and returned ever so often. Of course, you'd visit him a few times but it wasn't the same.

Even when he did leave Minnesota, you didn't lose contact with anyone. You would hang out with Esther and Svea and have dinner at their house whenever your parents were working. Sometimes you'd watch Svea while everyone else was busy and other times you and Esther would go out and do whatever you two could possibly do at the time.

You hadn't spoken to Jonah in a while, though, which was very upsetting because it was like the two of you were missing out on one another's lives - something that was always rare between the two of you. You always told him everything and vice versa, so it kind of sucked not knowing what he was up to. There were his Snapchat and insta stories, but that's all you had.

So imagine your emotions when he walks into your room at three in the afternoon on a random Saturday, Esther standing in your doorway recording everything.

Your eyes widen as you feel too astonished to move for a moment, not believing what was before your eyes.

"Jonah!" You scream after realizing that is was really him standing in your room. You jump up from your bed, your homework falling off your lap, and throw yourself at him.

He is quick to catch you, your arms wrapped around his neck and his around your waist. Your head rested on his chest as it vibrated from him chuckling.

"Hey, Buttercup," he mumbled, kissing the top of your head as you melted in his embrace that you've been longing for quite some time.

"I missed you," you murmured, his arms tightening around you when you say that.

"Awww," Esther cooed as she stopped recording.

You pull away from Jonah and he furrows his eyebrows when he sees the glossy look on your eyes.

"Don't cry," Jonah sadly smiled, cupping your cheeks.

"Shut up," you scoff before going back to hugging him.

The three of you headed to their house after you changed into some jeans and a clean tee.

"Jonah's back!" Svea squealed when you walked into her room, said boy walking on your heels.

"I know," you grin. She scooted over and you sat beside her, pushing strands of hair out of her face. "Now we've got him all to ourselves." You glance to Jonah who grins in the doorway.

The rest of your day was spent at their house. You and the Marais siblings hanging around and talking about anything and everything.

That night, Esther had gone to sleep early so it was just you, Jonah and Svea hanging on the back porch. You and Svea sat on the porch swing, her head resting on your shoulder as she plays games on your phone.

Jonah sat on a plastic chair in front of you as he signed into YouNow and started a live broadcast.

"Why now?" You ask, swinging back and forth on the swing.

"Why not?" He replied, shifting his laptop so you're in the view just as the views start growing.

"I see your point," you hum.

"Hey, guys, what's up," Jonah greets his fans as the view count grows by the second. "I'm back in Minnesota for the week, with my family and stuff."

"You're supposed to avoid being knocked off," you tell Svea as she plays another one of your games.

"Oh," she nods before retrying the level.

"The fans who've been here for very very long know Y/N and Svea, and if you don't, Y/N is my best friend and Svea is my little sister."

You salute to the camera with a small smile as the comments flood with the sweetest greetings to you and Svea.

Jonah answers questions and replies to as many comments as he can for the next thirty minutes.

where are you right now???

"Minnesota, my hometown, Stillwater."

never heard of stillwater

"Yeah, it's sort of a small town, I guess you can say," Jonah shrugs.

AWWW Svea is falling asleep back there

Jonah looks back and sees Svea sleeping against your shoulder, your free hand running through her hair gently. He smiles at the two of you just as you look up.

"What?" You raise a single eyebrow.

"Nothing," Jonah runs a hand through his hair. "She should probably head to bed."

"Yeah, I just don't wanna wake her up," you frown.

"I can carry her," Jonah suggests.

You sigh and purse your lips to the side. "Svea," you whisper, rocking your shoulder slightly. "C'mon, you're tired."

"Hm? No, I'm not. I was just resting my eyes. I wanna stay up with you two," Svea pouts.

"We're both gonna be here in the morning," you tell her.

"Yay," Svea yawns before sliding off the porch swing, you following after her.

"I'll be back," you tell Jonah as you follow Svea into the house, your hands on her shoulders. Jonah watches you two leave, slightly biting his lower lip before turning back to his laptop.

Is Y/N your girlfriend? || Y/N and Svea are so cuttteeee || you look whipped || Y/N AND JONAH 2k17 MAKE IT HAPPEN

Jonah laughs with a small shake of his head. "Y/N's been my best friend for sixteen years, guys - not my girlfriend." He continues reading the comments. "Yeah, Y/N is like another sister to Svea and Esther, she's part of the family."

I WANT JONAH AND Y/N TO BE TOGETHER || i'm so okay with y/n and jonah || Jonah if you get with anyone other than Y/N I s2g || WE NEED SHIP NAMES

By now, Jonah's face was red and he faked a small chuckle to hide his embarrassment. "Guys," he complained, covering his face. "Stoooop," he laughs. "I adore Y/N as my best friend."

A few minutes pass before you return, sitting in a plastic chair beside Jonah now and not on the swing.

"How's everybody doing out there?" You spread your arms out and try your best not to be loud because Jonah's mom and sisters were currently all asleep.

Y/N I LOVE YOU || HIIII || IM DOING GOOD

"I love having fans because of you," you tease Jonah, who rolls his eyes with a smile.

"You have fans because everybody loves you," he mentions.

"That, too," you wink at him playfully before turning back to his laptop, bringing a knee up to your chest. "They want you to sing," you tell Jonah, poking him in the cheek.

"I have a sore throat right now," he frowns, using his knuckle to gently knead at his throat, knowing that that won't do anything to the cause. "You should sing."

"Haha, very funny," you deadpan.

Who remembers when Y/N sang in a YouNow a few months ago? || OMG WHEN Y/N SANG TITANIUM what a throwback || I wanna hear Y/N sing!

"I have a yucky voice," you say.

"No, you have a beautiful voice," Jonah says as he swipes under his nose, so his voice is kind of muffled, but both you and the audience he sported heard clearly.

"Aww, thank you," you coo, a cheesy grin on your face. "I could sing Twinkle Twinkle-"

"Oh, gosh," Jonah throws his head back as you laugh. "Sing the boys and I's new song."

"You and the boys have a new song?" You tease.

"Have you been under a rock?"

"I'm sorry, the world doesn't revolve around you, Jonah Marais," you snort, narrowing your eyes a bit. "No, I don't wanna sing These Girls, you fuck boy."

Jonah's jaw drops. "That's not what the song is abou-"

"Ehhhhh," you squint one of your eyes and cock your head. Jonah sighs and slouched in his chair as you send a wink to the YouNow viewers. "If I sing, you've gotta sing with me," you slap his leg.

"I can't sing with a sore thro-"

"Um, yeah you can. Jonah, you can sing with marshmell’s in your mouth. I know you," you tell him.

"Ugh, fine."

You smile and go to poke his cheek, a habit of yours, but he sways your hand away. You fake a frown and he rolls his eyes at you before pulling your finger up to his cheek, your smile reappearing after that.

"What song?" You hum.

"The A Team," Jonah quickly responded. You look at him with amusement for a split second.

"That was my favorite song in-"

"2011, yeah I know," he says, causing your insides to go warm.

FIND U A MAN WHO KNOWS YOUR FAVE SONG FROM 6 YEARS AGO || more goals than i'll ever be capable of || OH JUST KISS ALREADY || I LOVED THE A TEAM, TOO || ed sheeran for liiiffeee || I’M.-.

Jonah and you don't pay attention to the comments as you both start singing the song, his voice a little deeper than normal but overall still amazing.

“White lips, pale face Breathing in snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Light's gone, day's end Struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange men

And they say She's in the Class A Team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since eighteen But lately, her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries”

You pay more attention to your untied shoelace during the song while Jonah's eyes never leave your face. He forgets that they were live and all he sees is your face that he's been in love with for the past seven years.

“And they scream The worst things in life come free to us 'Cause we're just under the upper hand And go mad for a couple grams And she don't want to go outside tonight And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland Or sells love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly Angels to fly”

His eyes glance to your lips for a mere second before he goes back to watching you whole, enjoying the sound of your voice syncing with his. You turn to him and catch the smile on his face, one growing on yours as well.

“Ripped gloves, raincoat Tried to swim and stay afloat Dry house, wet clothes Loose change, bank notes Weary-eyed, dry throat Call girl, no phone

And they say She's in the Class A Team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since eighteen But lately, her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream The worst things in life come free to us 'Cause we're just under the upper hand And go mad for a couple grams And she don't want to go outside tonight And in a pipe, she flies to the Motherland Or sells love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly An angel will die Covered in white Closed eye And hoping for a better life This time, we'll fade out tonight Straight down the line

And they say She's in the Class A Team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since eighteen But lately, her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries They scream The worst things in life come free to us And we're all under the upper hand Go mad for a couple grams And we don't want to go outside tonight And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland Or sell love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly Angels to fly To fly, fly For angels to fly, to fly, to fly For angels to die”

By the time it was over, you were grinning and Jonah was holding himself back from placing his lips on yours.

"I told you you were good, even with a sore throat," you smirk.

"I could sound like trash and you'd still tell me my voice is amazing," Jonah stated.

"That is very true," you point out. "That's cause I love you," you brush some hair out of his face and turn back to the viewers who were all holding their breath at the tension between you and Jonah, something you happened to be very oblivious to.

Jonah knew that either some or all of them caught him staring at you, and nothing was holding them back from commenting it for you to see.

If Jonah isn't whipped, I'm not human || OMG JONAH LOOKED SO IN LOVE LOOKING AT HER || TELL ME SOMEONE CAPTURED THAT MOMENT || SO MANY SCREENSHOTS || i want to be Y/N so bad.. ||Y/N, JONAH LOVES YOU PLEASE LOVE HIM BACK

You didn't get to read a single comment because Jonah quickly announced that it was getting late and closed his laptop.

"What was that for?" You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

"It's getting late. We should head to sleep," he stretches his arms out.

You shake your head and rise to your feet.

"That was so weird, though, how you just slammed it closed. They all must be so confused."

"Now I feel guilty," he says, flicking the porch light off and letting you go into the back door before he does, locking it afterward.

"You should," you chuckle, heading to his room and collapsing on his bed.

"Do you still have clothes here or did you take them back while I was gone?" Jonah asks as he places his laptop on his dresser and opens his pants drawer.

"They're still here," you get off his bed and open the closet, pulling out the basket full of your clothes. You pull out a pair of dark red leggings and a Plant Fitness t-shirt, changing into them with your back turned to Jonah.

You had gotten used to changing in front of Jonah by now, being that you two were closer than any other friendship you've ever known.

When you guys were young, changing in front of each other was normal and it still was now. To you, at least. You had no idea that whenever you'd take off a shirt in front of Jonah he had to hold his breath and think of the most disgusting things so his little friend didn't make an appearance, and half the time that wouldn't work so he'd have to go take a cold shower.

Like, now, for instance.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower," Jonah grumbles, using a pair of sweatpants and a blue hoodie to cover his boner.

"Okay," you turn to him just as he rushes out the room.

---

You woke up beside Jonah with your head on his arm and your legs tangled together under the bed sheets. You shifted your head so that you could look up at him.

"Morning, Buttercup," Jonah murmured, his voice low and raspy.

"Morning," you sigh, sitting up and stretching your limbs before falling back to where you lied previously and curling up even more in Jonah's side. The two of you lie around on your phones before you hop into the shower and get dressed for the day. You, the Marias siblings and their mother would be heading to see a movie in a few hours and you wanted to be ready early.

After you had gotten dressed, you hung around Jonah's room until he also got out of the shower and got dressed. Jonah was on his laptop while you sat right beside him, your thighs leaning against one another as you went onto Instagram.

Your normal daily scrolling goes by but something catches your eye.

You had always followed fan accounts for the boys, Jonah, Jack, Zach, Daniel and Corbyn. There are even a few for you. Chrstina and all siblings related, and you always smile when the people behind the accounts grow so happy when you either follow or like their posts.

Though this morning all of the accounts you follow seem to be focused on one thing.

There was one video of you and Jonah singing with a red circle focused on Jonah's face, which was directed towards yours. Jonah looks absolutely positively whipped, read the caption with a ton of hashtags underneath it.

Then there was a collage of you and Jonah from the live last night. One picture was of you brushing hair out of Jonah’s face, and the others were of Jonah looking at you with that adoring love-struck look on his face. I'll sell my soul for these two to become a thing that caption read.

You glanced up at Jonah with scrunched up eyebrows before looking back at your phone. For the next ten minutes, that's all you see. Edits and photos and collages of Jonah with comments and captions all focusing on Jonah's apparently obvious feelings for you. Well, not so obvious that you caught on.

You avoided the hate comments, too busy being confused on why Jonah would look at you so intensely.

You went into more digging and even found a few screenshots of Jonah looking back at you and Svea with comments that made you nearly choke on air.

Jonah realizing Y/N's got mom qualities || OMG THEY'D BE SUCH CUTE PARENTS

"What's wrong?" Jonah asks when he sees your face turn beet red.

"I-uh... have you been on Instagram at all, lately?" You ask awkwardly.

"No, why?"

"Because all your fans who watched the live last night think that you have feelings for me," you rush out, not looking at him as you bite the inside of your cheek.

Jonah's eyes widen as his breath hitched in his threat. His unresponsiveness made you turn to him as he tried to find something to say.

"Jonah?" You ask slowly.

"I-um... I..."

"Do you actually have feelings for me?" You question, to which he still sits there nervously. But his silence is all you need. "When did it start?" Your voice was quiet now, and Jonah didn't know if you were disgusted, amused, confused or all of the above.

"When we were twelve," he mutters, glancing down at the bed sheets. You were taken aback by his answer. "It just started out as another crush but then over the past few years they grew and I can't look at any other girl without thinking of you. Trust me, I've tried to get over it, but I can't."

"Why didn't you tell me?" You frowned.

"I thought it'd ruin everything. You're my best friend and the feelings are unrequited-"

"I never said that," you pull in your lips. Jonah halts as his eyes snap up to meet yours.

"What?"

"I mean... there's always been that thought that crosses my mind every once in a while... but I was sure that you only thought of me as a sister, being that that's what you always say."

"I just... I want to try, but I don't want us to ever split as best friends. I've had you by my side for sixteen years and the last thing I'd want to do is mess that up."

"So let's do what you said. We can try," you shift closer to him, sitting with your legs in straddling position on the bed. Jonah's eyes glanced to your lips before the two of you leaned in. Your lips attached and you both moved closer to one another, your hands cupping either side of his neck as he has one arm around your waist and the other caressing your cheek.

"Just promise me one thing," you breathe, pulling away slightly. Jonah nods, his eyes not leaving yours. "No matter what happens, we will always be best friends, even if this all turns to crap in the end."

"It won't," he shakes his head. "It won't turn to crap."

"Just promise me," you beg.

Jonah looks at you with assurance before nodding. "I promise."

"Thank you," you sigh before leaning back in and connecting your lips once again.

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