Petrichor.

worlds slowest fanfic author tries really really hard

it’s 2028. trump is dead. elon is dead. zuckerberg is dead bezos is dead they’re all dead

-Spoil You Rotten-

Sam Kiszka/Reader

18+ Only!

You were only here because it was your best friend's birthday. You'd never spend this much money for a night out at such a fancy restaurant otherwise.

Your eyes scanned the room, searching for your best friend among the sea of well-dressed patrons. Every woman seemed to be draped in luxurious fabrics, their jewelry most likely more expensive than your car. Men donned in tailored outfit exuded an air of confident sophistication that you just couldn't mimic.

You, on the other hand, felt out of place in your simple ensemble, its lack of embellishments a stark contrast to the attire around you.

You shuffled past a waiter who side-eyed you a bit, finally catching a glimpse of your friends familiar hair. She grinned and waved you over, gesturing to the seat beside her.

"Hey, you made it!" She exclaimed. Her grin widened, causing you to smile as well, her joy infectious.

Your eyes glanced at the various faces at the table. You recognized nearly all of them, most being mutual friends of yours. One, though, you've never met.

He wore a purple and white bleached button up shirt, though it was half-unbuttoned, exposing his soft chest. An expensive looking gold pendant hung around his neck, the gold glinting back at you in the gentle candlelight around the table. His short chestnut hair was pushed back out of his face, showing off his honey brown eyes and a little scruff of facial hair. His lithe fingers delicately lifted the champagne glass up to his lips, your eyes following it without thinking.

Okay, you admit that this stranger was pretty. His eyes met yours for just a moment, a slight smile gracing his lips.

"Oh, Y/N, this is Sam. He and his brothers are good friends of mine, and-" Your friend kept explaining how she knew him, but to be honest, you weren't paying attention.

Sam... so that was his name...

"It's nice to meet you, Sam," you say, your voice a little breathless as you extended your hand towards him. Sam's honey brown eyes sparkled mischievously as he took your hand, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. His grip was firm, yet gentle, his fingers calloused but palms soft. Your face suddenly felt a bit warm.

"Nice to meet you too, sweetheart," Sam replied in a playful tone. He released your hand and, with a teasing wink, knocked back the rest of his champagne.

Your friend leaned over, her laughter bubbling up from her lips, "He's always like that, pay him no mind," she said, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. You couldn't help but join in her laughter, the tension from the momentary exchange easing as a sense of familiarity settled in.

As the dinner progressed, your focus shifted back to the party for your friend. Everyone presented her with various gifts; a new pair of shoes, the book series she's been eyeing for a while, a whole box of cookies from her favorite local bakery, an expensive gold bracelet from Sam, and from you, a simple hand-knit scarf.

Your gift seemed ordinary in comparison, but when she wrapped you in a tight hug you let go of your anxieties, knowing she loved it just as much as she did everything else.

You caught Sam's gaze again out of the corner of your eye, that mischievous glint in his eyes again.

"That's a great scarf, Y/N..." He mumbled, a slight twinge of admiration worming its way into his voice, "You're pretty good with your hands, eh?"

Your cheeks flushed crimson, the heat spreading across your face like wildfire. There were a few chuckles as you looked away from Sam, unsure if he was complimenting you or making fun of you.

You shook your head and tried to ignore it as a waiter came over to take your dinner orders. You silently paled at the prices, wondering if it was worth next week's groceries for a nice dinner tonight. Your decision was made for you when Sam spoke up.

"I'll pay for everyone tonight."

A few polite objections came up, but he waved them off with a chuckle, "Nope, I've already decided. Order whatever you guys like, I've got the bill handled," His eyes met yours and, for a second, you felt like he was speaking to you directly, "Let me spoil everyone a bit."

You still tried to order something inexpensive, then leaned over to your friend.

"Hey," You whispered, "Is he really gonna pay for everyone's food?"

"Oh yeah, he is. He does this all the time," She replies with a quiet laugh, "He won't take no for an answer, so don't even try."

"How does he even have so much money?" You ask in a hushed whisper. Sam didn't seem to dress excessively lavish or anything, so his apparent wealth was surprising.

"Oh, you didn't know? He's a musician, he and his brothers. They're all in a band."

You sputtered a bit, covering your noise of surprise with an awkward cough. The first chance you got, you pulled out your cell phone, tucking it under the table a bit and typing the band name into Google.

"Holy shit..." You mumbled to yourself. Sam was a celebrity?? You shouldn't have been surprised, really; the guy oozes charisma and your friend has always had a knack for befriending popular people.

You looked him up and down again, looking away when you realized he had caught you staring. Trying to avoid his gaze, you accepted a glass of wine offered to you, sipping it quickly.

"Let's raise a toast to the birthday girl!" Someone suggested, everyone agreeing.

You risked another glance at Sam as you lifted your glass, and promptly gripped the table as hard as you could.

Sam's eyes never left yours as he raised his wine glass, an unreadable expression on his face. His other hand, though, subtly pulled at the front of his shirt, exposing one of his nipples.

Fuck... He was flirting with you, wasn't he??

As soon as the toast was said, you all but chugged your wine. You were way too sober for this situation, face red and hot. Sam seemed unbothered, laughing with the others like nothing happened.

"You should go for it."

The sudden whisper from your friend surprised you, nearly giving yourself whiplash from how fast you turned to look at her.

"W-what?"

"Sam. You should totally ask him out. I bet he'd say yes."

You scoffed quietly, shaking your head, "There's no way. He's cute and all, but I'm just a nobody."

Your friend had this look on her face, like she knew something you didn't.

"It's your choice, but I think you should do it."

The quiet conversation between the two of you trailed off as the party neared its end. The lively atmosphere that had filled the room seemed to fade into a soft hum, drowned out by the rush of blood in your ears. You had indulged in a few glasses of wine at this point, the liquid adding a gentle sway to your movements. The champagne from earlier had only heightened the intoxicating haze that enveloped you.

As you stood, you could feel a slight wobble in your steps, your mind momentarily disoriented by the heady mixture of alcohol and emotions in you. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself, and wished everyone a good night.

A a chorus of farewells and well wishes met your ears, but you dared not risk a glance in Sam's direction. You knew that if your eyes were to meet, all your resolve to go home without making a fool of yourself would crumble like a sandcastle at high tide.

Instead, you focused on getting to your car and back home. You dug around for your keys, blinking away the double vision that appeared for a minute. Maybe you shouldn't drive. But, you couldn't just leave your car here...

A warm, calloused hand snagged your keys from your unsuspecting grip.

You whirled around, your eyes widening as you caught sight of Sam standing there with a gentle grin on his face, your keys held delicately between his fingers. The flickering lamplight cast a soft glow on his features, accentuating the twinkle in his eyes.

"I, ah, don't think you should be driving, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a low, melodious timbre.

"I... I can handle it," you mumbled, your voice betraying your uncertainty as you reached out instinctively for your keys. But before your trembling fingers could grasp them, Sam swiftly moved his hand out of your reach, his eyes never leaving yours.

"No, you really shouldn't," he insisted gently, his voice laced with a hint of playfulness. "It's not safe, and I wouldn't want anything to happen to you."

You watched as he let himself into the driver's side of your car, gesturing to the passenger seat.

"Well?"

"What?" You asked, not understanding.

"Are you gonna get in so I can drive you home or do you need me to help you into the car?" He asked, a small chuckle slipping out.

Drive you home?? You just met the guy tonight, and still had no clear read on him or his personality, and he had spent all night sort-of flirting with you. The logical thing would be to turn him down and just call for an Uber.

But... you couldn't lie. He was pretty, he seemed nice enough, and damn it, it's been a while since you'd went home with anyone. So, after shooting your friend a quick text, you climbed into the passenger seat of your car and told him the address so he could pull it up on his phone.

You hoped this wasn't a mistake.

The car ride was silent for a while. You stared out the window as Sam drove, occasionally taking quick glances at his reflection.

He really was pretty. There was a feminine charm to him with his soft skin and delicate limbs, but his strong features and low voice that made your knees weak gave him a masculine energy that turned heads.

When he met your gaze this time, you didn't look away.

"Y/N, you're staring," He teased, looking unbothered.

"Yeah..." You replied, wiping your sweaty palms on your thighs.

"You seem to do that a lot."

"I have... recently..."

"Mhm... I see."

The car was quiet again, too quiet. You could feel the tension in the air, and it was driving you crazy.

"Thanks for paying for everyone tonight. That was generous of you." You mumbled, hoping to break the awkward silence.

The soft illumination of the passing streetlights painted delicate shadows on his face, accentuating the contours of his features as he spoke, "I like spoiling people..." He glanced over at you, "And you looked like you could use a bit of spoiling."

Your face burned red at that, but you managed to pull a response from your lips. "I, um... thanks. I really appreciate it, Sam. If you ever want, I can pay you back..."

"Nope." Was his simple response.

"But-"

"Nuh-uh. I have more money than I know what to do with, Y/N. I'll gladly spend it on a dinner with my friends. I mean, what else would I use it on? Another piano? Trust me, I don't need you to pay me back."

You snickered at his words, grateful for his relaxed energy.

"Alright, alright. I'll let you spoil me, but only this once," You teased back as he pulled into the driveway of your apartment complex. It was then that you realized something, "Wait... how are you gonna get home?"

He shrugged, "Ah, I figure I'll call an Uber or something."

You shook you head and, before you could think about it, words tumbled out of your mouth, "How about you spend the night?"

Even Sam seemed a bit taken aback by your offer, his eyebrows wrinkling in surprise.

"You don't have to do that, I don't even live far-"

"I want you to."

And there was that tension from before. Maybe the alcohol in your system was giving you a boost of confidence, or maybe you had finally gone crazy, but you repeated what you had said, slower this time.

"I... I want you to stay the night, if you want to."

He nodded, his eyes darker than before, "Yeah. I want to."

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You'd be embarrassed about it later, but you pounced on Sam the second the door closed behind you both, your body moving with an urgency you didn't know you possessed. You pushed him up against a nearby wall, hands finding their way into his soft chestnut locks as his moved to your hips.

"Mm- fuck, babe..." Sam gasped as you both pulled away for air, "I knew you were desperate but damn."

You used the hand still buried in his hair to yank his head back, giving you room to bite at his throat. A whine clawed it's way out of his throat at the sudden sting of his hair being pulled and teeth on his neck. You giggled against his pulse.

"Who's the desperate one now?"

He rolled his eyes, gripping your hips tighter and pulling them flush to his.

"Oh, shut up and kiss me again," He mumbled, grinning against your cheek.

You two made your way to your bedroom, stumbling down the short hallway and fumbling with your doorknob for a moment before finally getting it open. Sam cornered you against the edge of the bed, his lips never leaving yours. You let your hands wander down to his pants, teasing the button with your fingers.

"Can I...?" You mumbled when he pulls away for a breath.

A low whine slipped from his lips, "Please."

You chuckle, your fingers trailing over his zipper, "Oh... I like it when you beg like that."

"Fuck, sweetheart..."

Sam didn’t stay dressed for very long after that, tossing clothes haphazardly onto your floor to find later.

Your eyes traced the contours of Sam's thin frame, absorbing every inch of him. His sharp shoulders tapered down to a slender, delicate waist and arms sculpted from years of being a musician. The soft glow of the moonlight cascading through the parted curtains highlighted the subtle lines and curves of his body, making him look softer somehow. A trail of hair, sparse yet enticing, led your eyes down to his cock, already hard and weeping against his abdomen.

"You see something you like?" He asked, a cocky grin on his face.

It was your turn to roll your eyes, pushing him onto his back and clambering into his lap. You felt him tense in anticipation beneath you as you let your hands wander over his chest, just feeling his skin beneath your palms. He gasped when you teased a nipple before moving to the other side, mirroring the action.

"...good boy..." You mumbled, not fully aware you even said it aloud.

The reaction was immediate. Sam arched his back, grinding his erection against your core with a high-pitched whine. You were surprised by the intense reaction, not expecting two little words to do so much for him.

"Did you like that?" you asked, your voice a whisper against his ear, your lips brushing gently against his jaw. You felt his body tremble beneath you, his breath hitching in his throat.

"Y-Yeah... I liked it..." he mumbled, his voice barely audible, his blush deepening. His chest rose and fell rapidly, a flush of warmth spreading across his cheeks and trailing down to his chest, contrasting against the pale expanse of his skin. His eyes, now darker than before, were locked on you, awaiting your next move.

You decided to give in for now, keeping eye contact as you scooted down the bed, positioning yourself between Sam's legs. He sat up, his own eyes filled with anticipation and excitement. The air was heavy with the heady scent of desire, thick and intoxicating, as you let your breath ghost over his cock. Your warm exhale sent a shiver down his spine, causing his member to twitch.

Sam's hands trembled slightly as they reached out, his fingers gently tangling in your hair. You gave him a disapproving look.

"Good boys are patient, Sammy... I'll let you hold my hair so long as you don't try to rush me," You warn, leaning into his touch.

"I'll be good..." He replied, not looking away.

And without another word, you leaned in and licked a stripe up the underside of his cock. Sam tensed, trying to hold back any sudden movements as a groan slipped out, his grip on your hair tightening instinctively.

The room seemed to hum with anticipation, the sound of your breathing mingling with his low moans. As your tongue traced along the sensitive ridge of his arousal, his hips twitched involuntarily, a small gasp escaping his lips.

He was doing so well at being patient, until...

His hips jolted up as you took the head into your mouth, causing you to gag. You pulled off immediately, not missing the disappointed whine your actions caused.

"Wha-"

"I told you to be still and be patient, didn't I?" You ask. A mischievous glint dances in your eyes as you rub your cheek against his thigh, relishing in the softness of his skin against your face, "Bad boys don't get rewarded, Sammy..." you tut, playfully shaking your head.

Sam's breath hitches at the combination of your words and actions, his pupils dilating as desire courses through his veins.

"I won't do it again."

You shake your head, "You need to say sorry, sweetheart, " you say, using that nickname he used on you.

When Sam kept his lips shut, you grinned.

This was getting good.

"Is my good boy going to be a brat now?" You ask, running a fingertip up to the slit of his cock, teasing it as a bead of precum leaked out, "That's a shame. I guess I'll have to just punish you..."

You wrapped a hand around his cock, drooling onto it to lubricate the slide as you began jerking him off. He clearly seemed confused, not expecting you to continue getting him off. All the teasing seemed to have worked him up quite a bit; it was clear he was already getting close. He was nearing that edge, nearing that tipping point, and then...

And then, you let go, backing off completely.

"No!" Sam gasped, his voice filled with desperation, "Why'd you stop? 'M so close..."

"Bad boys don't get to cum," you replied as you hovered just out of his reach.

Sam's eyes widened, need shining in their depths. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breaths coming out in short, uneven gasps. He tried to reach for his aching member, his hand trembling, but you swatted it out of the way.

"Don't make me tie up your hands, Sammy..." You threaten, but place a gentle hand on his thigh, a silent, "Is this okay?"

Sam gave the faintest nod, so you pushed onward.

"If you say please, maybe I'll forgive you."

Sam kept his mouth shut.

Well... on with the show.

He got worked up much faster this time, his hands twitching from their spot at his side as you tightened your grip on him. The raw intensity in the room was palpable, a potent mix of desire and anticipation, as your fingers wrapped around Sam's throbbing length. His breath hitched in his throat, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips. His eyes were glazed over, his pupils dilated as he watched you.

"You getting close again, baby?" You ask, grinning when he nodded.

Again, before he could finish, you pulled your hands away. He let out a frustrated sob, so close to finishing that even the smallest touch could send him over the edge. His fingers curled into his own hair and he finally gave in, his voice rough from desperation.

"P-please... let me cum..." He begged, tears in his eyes, "I'll be a good boy, I promise! Please!"

Satisfied with his begging, you leaned up and kissed him, trailing your lips down his body.

"There's my good boy..." You mumbled, before taking him into your mouth. He barely lasted a minute, so close from your previous edging. You cringed slightly at the bitter taste of his spunk in your mouth, but it gave you one last idea. You crawled up and pressed your lips to his again, shivering as he tasted himself.

You collapsed beside Sam, making sure to give him plenty of attention as he came down from his orgasm. You kissed the tear tracks that ran down his cheeks and gently ran your fingers through his hair, cradling his lanky body to yours.

"Was that okay?" You ask quietly.

"More than okay, sweetheart..." He replied with a smile, wrapping his arms around you, "Though I think I'm due for some cuddling now."

"Now that's something I can do."

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Baby, what’s your blood type?

Jake being submissive for once, and it takes you by surprise because he's normally so dominant. He's shy about it and nearly doesn't say anything because he's embarrassed, but god does he want to be pampered and teased and to not be the one in the lead for once. And you do just that, giving him nearly an out of body experience that leave him much more eager to ask for it the next time he's feeling submissive. 🤭

I'd love to see him slowly bring your hand to his cock, asking you with his eyes, unable to get the words out. Wanting you to jerk him off, to touch him and talk dirty in his ear. You'd be happily surprised. Taking him so slowly in you hand, whispering just how good he looks. Calling him a good boy for letting you take care of him and to relax for you. He'd moan and whimper, just unraveling at your touch. His voice higher and shakey as he cums, desperate as he finishes all over his chest.

Fraternity Fever

Jake X Reader

Chapter 4

CW: Cussing, Oral both receiving, Marijuana, Alcohol, sexual intercourse, intoxication, fingering , sex

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Y/N POV

As he dropped your hand, your heart dropped as well. You knew that you shouldn’t have invested yourself into him so quickly. You felt the tears welling up in your eyes. Careful to not show your emotions, you had to get yourself away from him.

“I have to go to the psychology building, I will talk to you later,” you struggle to say while turning away.

He stopped you, “Do you want me to walk you there?”

You shook your head no and quickly left him in the middle of campus. You made sure he could not see the feelings overwhelming you.

You finally got to the psychology building and made your way into the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror for a moment before allowing the tears to finally flow. How could I have been so stupid? You knew his reputation, you knew what he was like, you knew exactly what he was like, so why had you trusted him? Why had you assumed that you would have been different?

Pulling yourself together, you ran your hands through your hair, gently wiping your eyes before finally making your way to class. As you sat, doing your absolute best to push him from your mind, your phone vibrated. You didn’t check it - you knew what it would be.

Jakey: Hey

Jakey: Everything okay? Kinda dashed off there..

You decided not to respond, hoping that it would hurt him somewhere near as much as he had hurt you. You continued to feel your phone vibrating, granting you looks from others in the class. You lifted it from your pocket, finally opening it.

Jakey: Can we talk?

Jakey: Don’t ignore me

Jakey: If you don’t reply I’m just going to come over there.

You sighed softly, before replying to him.

You: I’m fine. You don’t have to come over.

Almost immediately, he responded.

Jakey: Josh wants you to come over tonight. Not a party. Just a get together.

You: I have plans already, sorry.

Jakey: I know that’s a lie, he already asked Jayden and she said that both of you were completely free tonight. I’ll see you there.

You pushed your phone back into your pocket. Fucking Jayden. How were you supposed to speak to him like you weren’t affected by this? You didn’t want him to see you as upset as you were.

You didn’t want to go, but knew that you had to. Maybe you’d try to be the bigger person, show him that you didn’t care. Then again, that didn’t work out so well last time.

Jake POV

You sighed as she finally replied to you - why were you acting like this? You knew exactly how you felt about her. You wanted her more than you’d wanted anything before, you just wanted her to be happy. So why were you hurting her? Sure, you didn’t want people to know that you were together, you weren’t ready for her to be exposed to those kinds of rumours - the same as every other girl you had tried to date - but surely it was okay if Danny and Sam knew? They were your brothers, after all.

You couldn’t figure it out, deciding to leave the classes early and head home. Sitting into your Jeep, you found yourself at home in no time. It was quiet - only Josh was there, setting up for tonight. It was only going to be you, the boys, Jayden, and Y/N - a little get together that Josh had put together, no doubt to have you and Y/N get closer.

“So.. how’d it go?” he asked, not looking up from his phone.

“How did what go?” you replied, furrowing your eyebrows at him. Of course they told him.

“Your little adventure last night? I heard she was here again this morning.”

You were silent for a moment, before nodding. “Yeah, she was.”

He hummed, pursing his lips, “Is she coming tonight?”

“I hope so.”

He raised his eyebrows once you spoke, locking his phone, and plopping it onto the couch.

“You two… doing okay?”

You huffed, sitting down on the couch beside him, leaning your head against the back of the couch. “Josh, you know we aren’t a thing.”

“That’s not what Sammy told me this morning.” You didn’t reply to him, simply closing your eyes.

“Talk to me, tell me what’s going on. Please,” he pleaded, his voice quiet.

“I don’t know what’s going on. That’s the fucking problem. One minute I feel like I love her more than anything on this earth, and then the next I just shut down. I don’t know what to do Josh, I don’t want to hurt her, but I don’t know if I can open myself back up again. I don’t know if I’m ready.”

He nodded his head once again, clearly thankful that you were finally talking to him about it. He always did have a way of getting under your skin, revealing any secrets that you had.

He spoke slowly, considering his words carefully as he did so. “I think you need to talk to her. You need to tell her about what happened. You need to be honest with her. It’s not fair to be so hot and cold with her. She deserves the truth, at least. Let her decide where to go from there.”

You didn’t want to admit it, but you knew that he was right - you had to tell her. You could only hope that she would understand.

You thanked him, he was right, as always. Making your way up the stairs, you found yourself in the bedroom, pulling that same book from the bookshelf. Opening it up, you flipped to the page that held the polaroid - you hadn’t looked at it in years. The night that she had left, you had thrown it into a random book, almost afraid of what it would make you feel.

You tossed the picture onto your desk, sighing to yourself, before beginning to get ready for tonight. By the time that the doorbell rang, you had showered and dressed, ready for the conversation that had to happen.

Y/N POV

The breeze kissed your skin as you stood outside of the door, waiting for it to be answered. You were going to talk to him tonight, tell him how hurt he made you feel. You had decided that he had to make a decision. He couldn’t keep treating you like this and expecting you to stick around. You had had enough of that in the past few years, and you weren’t going to do it again. Regardless of how hard it would be to give him up, if you needed to, you would.

As the door was opened, you were greeted by Josh - always with that same look in his eyes, always like he knew something that you didn’t. Making your way inside, you sat yourself next to Sam on the couch as he scrolled through the streaming services, trying to find something as background noise. You found yourself looking at him, more closely than usual - his lip was bruised, and he seemed to be sporting a black eye.

He lands on The Wolf of Wall Street, this wasn't a surprise of course this was their favorite movie. He turned to you, noticing your eyes tracing his face. “What?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“What in the name of god happened to you?” you replied, tilting your head to one side.

“Oh, That. Remember the cops last night? Ended up getting in a fight with one of them, got taken in, Jake had to come get me.”

You paused after he spoke. “Jake had to come get me.” He hadn’t forgotten about you. He hadn’t left you waiting there just so that you’d suffer. He had gone to help his brother.

You felt your heart soften ever so slightly, nodding your head. “That was nice of him.”

Speak of the devil. There he was, walking down the stairs and into the living room. He sat next to you, sandwiching you between him and Sam. You didn’t look up at him, simply choosing to focus on the movie as it began to play. It wasn’t until he placed a hand on your knee that you turned, finally catching his eyes. He seemed nervous, like something was about to happen, you hated that look.

“Can we talk later, please?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Why? You want to confuse me again?” you replied, staring at him.

“No, no, I’ll explain everything later, okay? I just need you to trust me right now.”

“Oh NOW we talk about trust? Is that it?” you retorted, before standing up once more, making your way over to Josh, and plopping yourself down beside him.

You could feel Jake’s eyes on you as you sat, clearly hurt. Good. You made the usual small talk with Josh, asking how the pledges were doing, whether they had anything else lined up for the future, and whether he was going to run for president again. Every time you spoke, you could see him in your peripheral vision, keeping a close eye on you. You were sure it wasn’t jealousy. He knew that it wasn’t Josh that you wanted. It was him.

Time seemed to fly by and before you knew it, the credits of the movie were running. You saw him look at you, nodding towards the door. You sighed, not ready for whatever conversation was about to happen, but standing up nonetheless to make your way into the hall after him.

Jake POV

She followed you throughout the house, up the stairs and into your bedroom. You beckoned her to go on the balcony and grabbed a pre-roll from the back of your drawer. You thought this would ease the tension between you two. Finally you made your way to the balcony and sat on one of the old chairs. Placing the blunt in between your lips, you hold the lighter to the end while shielding the orange end from the wind. Taking a large hit, you place it between your thumb and index finger and pass it towards her. She reluctantly took it, sitting on one of the chairs opposite you.

“So..” she whispered, her eyes pinned to the ground.

“So,” you replied, unsure of exactly where to start.

You left the balcony for a moment, retrieving the polaroid from your desk. Spinning it between your fingers, you made your way back out to the balcony, the cold air hitting you.

Silently, you passed her the photo, allowing her to take a moment to look at it.

“Who is it?” she asked, turning the photo at different angles as she spoke.

“That’s someone that I used to know. We met back in freshman year, Ashlee,” you could already feel a weight coming off of your shoulders as you spoke, taking the joint from her. As you took a pull, you leaned back, crossing your legs before continuing.

“We dated for almost the entirety of the year. I loved her. I, uh, I thought she loved me.”

Her face could have broken your heart, her eyebrows low, clearly not expecting what you were saying. “During the summer, I brought her home with me. We were only young, I took her to all of my favorite places, I showed her every part of me. She was my everything. I woke up one morning, and she wasn’t in the room. Knocked on Josh’s door, he didn’t answer me. Sam’s door was open, and there they were. I didn’t know what to say. I just slammed the door and left.”

You could feel your eyes begin to water slightly, running the back of your hand against your cheeks to hide it. You didn’t want to seem weak in front of her.

“Apparently everyone knew what they were doing. Not even Josh told me. Everyone fucking knew how much I loved her. They thought I would not believe them until I saw them with my own two eyes.” A soft sigh left your lips as you continued, remembering back to the way that Josh had spoken to you after you found out, how sympathetic he had been. You could have killed Sam, honestly, you still could.

“I kicked her out. She tried to apologize, tried to tell me that it meant nothing, tried to tell me that it was just a mistake. I didn’t care. She had been fucking my brother and everyone fucking knew.” You continued to try to hold back the tears, to no avail, wiping your nose on your sleeve.

“I kept that photo hidden for years, and didn't know what to do with it. All I wanted was to forget her, forget how she made me feel, forget how it felt to be in love.”

Looking up at her once more, you touched the polaroid to the tip of the blunt, allowing it to smoke up. Dropping it onto the floor, you watched it, shriveling up and sending smoke into the air. Free at last.

Y/N POV

Jake looked at you with tears in his eyes. You didn’t know what to think. One day he hates you and now he’s opening up to you. The polaroid sat burning in between you two as you remained silent for a moment.

“Jake, that's awful. I am so sorry,” you spoke. As you touched his cheek, wiping away his tears with your thumb. Now face to face you looked into his big brown eyes. Your hands now cupping his face. You pull yourself closer to softly kiss his lips. As you pull away you see him softly smile.

“Is this why you have been acting so weird towards me? You're afraid?” you question.

“I don’t think I was acting weird,” he chuckled, his eyes soft. “But yeah, if I’m honest. I’m afraid. I’m afraid to fall for someone else and have them leave again. I’m afraid of being betrayed by someone that I thought was my forever. That’s why I was so annoyed yesterday, seeing you with Sam. I thought it was all happening again, I thought he had taken you from me. And yeah, I know, you’re not mine. You’ve never been mine, but… you know what I’m trying to say?” he replied, shrugging his shoulders slightly.

“Yeah, I know what you’re trying to say. I know what it feels like to love someone and have them leave. I suppose I didn’t tell you why I transferred here in the first place?” you replied. You truly hadn’t expected to be having this conversation tonight, you had assumed it would be the usual - you ignore him, he ignores you, you wake up in the same bed.

“I transferred here right after my whole life exploded basically,” you begin. “It all happened at once, like one bad thing, then another after another. First my father - well I wouldn’t consider him a father anymore.” You paused and composed yourself. “He was around when I was younger but became more distant. I loved that man but he didn’t love me. After my parents divorced, he disappeared. Last year I found out that he has a whole other family and a daughter the same age as me. I tried to contact him, but he wants nothing to do with me. Then in August, my mother ran away with a random man she met the week before at a bar.”

You didn’t cry. You didn’t feel like wasting your tears on the two fucked up people who brought you into this world. You had almost become numb to the trauma your parents had left you with. “I guess everyone I love leaves me.”

You looked at Jake sternly.

“Jake, for my own well being please make a choice. I cannot go through you changing your mind on me. Choose me or not but I cannot keep on playing this game with you.” His soft smile turns into a frown. You have clearly hurt him. You stand up to go back down stairs, then you feel his hand grab your wrist turning you to face him.

Jake POV

You couldn’t let her leave. Not again. You stood up from your chair, before taking a deep breath.

“That’s why I brought you up here tonight, that’s why we’re having this conversation. I’m done with this. I’m done with being afraid. It’s always been you. Ever since you came into this room and cried your heart out. Ever since you vomited all over my fucking floor.” you took a moment to chuckle, remembering the annoyance that you had felt.

“Ever since I had to leave you that morning, afraid that I’d have to face my own feelings. It's you. I won’t live in fear anymore. I want to learn how to be myself again. I NEED to learn how to be myself again, and I want you to be there for it,” you spoke, looking directly into her eyes. Her face seemed to soften as you spoke before leading you inside and sitting you onto the couch. “I can’t live like this forever - always afraid that any little fight will make everything fall apart. I want to be able to take care of you, like I did that night, and not have to hide it. I want to be the face that you wake up to in the morning, and I want my bed to be the one that you climb into at the end of the night. I want to scream it to the world, that you’re mine, mine and only mine. I know I’ve been a dick - everyone told me, Josh pointed it out, God even fucking Sam pointed it out. I just didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to get attached again, because I know how it ends. I thought I knew how it ends..

But I don’t feel that way with you. No matter what I said to you, no matter how horrible I was to you, degrading you in front of everyone, and yet here you are. You always came back to me. I wish that I could say that it didn’t make me happy every time that you did - every time that we’d start again. I want to start again, for real this time. I want to make a real go at it.”

“I need you to be serious,” she began, her hand resting on your knee. “I need to know that you mean it, and that tomorrow morning you’re not going to turn into someone I don’t know again. You need to say it, and you need to mean it. Because you’ll only get one chance.”

You found yourself nodding, not noticing the tear that slid down your cheek. “I’m serious. I want to be with you, I need to be with you. I can’t think of anything else besides you, what you’re doing, who you’re talking to, whether or not you’re safe. I felt terrible leaving you behind last night, I just had to-”

“You had to get Sam,” she cut you off quickly. “I know. He told me. I’m sorry I was pissed off at you about it, I didn’t know. I thought you just left, that you weren’t coming back. It brought all those feelings back up. Then in the morning it was nice, it felt like you were truly comfortable. And then you saw them and everything changed again, I can’t keep doing this, I won’t keep doing this,” her voice was quiet, her eyes falling to the couch.

You lifted her chin to look at you, holding her jaw between your index and your thumb. “You don’t have to. I’m here, and I’m here for good.” You placed a soft kiss on her lips, a smile finally finding its way onto them. Your hands find their way to her waist inviting her to straddle over your lap. The kiss gets more furious and desperate almost as if you needed each other to survive.

Breaking the kiss, you start to kiss her neck leaving purple marks, hands find her shirt pulling it over her head exposing her bare chest. Kissing a trail from her neck down to her chest, her fingers undo your belt. Her hand starts stroking your already hard dick. You can’t help but let a moan escape your lips.

You quickly pull her skirt above her hips and before inserting yourself inside her, you whisper in her ear, “No panties Y/N? You're my slut aren't you?” She nods as you thrust yourself into her.

She is already soaked around you. A moan leaves her lips as you grab her hips.

“Fuck Y/N, you feel so good,” you hiss into her ear while pushing your hips into her. She rides you while your tongues fight for dominance.

“Jake please…” she begs as you thrust into her sweet spot. Your eyes squeeze shut.

“Fuck I’m cumm-” you moan as you feel your body tense up underneath her. Your back arching like the string of a bow until you release into her. She gets off of you and you both clean yourselves up.

Y/N POV

As you clean yourself up you can’t help but look over to Jake. He looked even hotter sweaty. He ran his fingers through his long wavy hair. God, he’s gorgeous. As soon as he noticed your eyes on him, he opened the door and summoned you outside of the bedroom. You both went down the stairs and saw the group now watching Super Bad. You sat on the couch with Jake by your side. His hand made its way to your thigh, squeezing it slightly so you knew that he was there with you. Suddenly, you felt all of their eyes on you and Jake.

Sam and Danny made eye contact with each other. Danny seemingly tells Sam to not say it with his eyes. They both chuckled while holding their thoughts in. Josh finally breaks the awkward silence in the room.

“Hey Jake, so what happened up there?” Out of the corner of your eye you catch Sam catching his laughter. Shit. Did they hear you? Do they know you guys just hooked up? You feel your face getting redder by the second.

“Josh, I just took your advice, that's all,” Jake replies with a chuckle while moving his hand up your thigh. You feel Jayden’s eyes on you as she pulls out her phone. A moment later you feel your phone vibrate. You pull it out of your skirt waistband and check the message that Jayden just sent you.

Jay: Dude, was his dick good?

You: What? We didn’t fuck.

Jay: BS, we heard you. It sounded pretty good. All the practice must have made him a sex god? Would you agree?

You: Fine. Yes his dick was good.

Jay: Well I’m happy for you but please don’t be as loud next time. I don’t know if I could save you from Danny and Sam’s jokes.

You: Yes ma'am

You place your phone back into your waistband and turn your attention back to the group. They are talking about what they should get for dinner. You haven’t realized how hungry you were until you heard them talk about it. Sam and Danny just want to go to the dinning hall since they don't need to pay for it. Suddenly, you hear Sam’s voice.

“Damn Jake you are hungry! Don’t we feed you enough?” Sam chuckles.

Danny joins in, “Y/N did you get attacked by a vampire up there?”

Josh shoots daggers at them with his eyes and Jake whispers in your ear, “Don’t listen to them, they are just jealous, they couldn’t pull any girl.”

Suddenly you both are getting up to go to dinner with the rest of the group.

Happy 26th Birthday Sammy boy ♥️🎂

Yolk

aka "Bro Remember When We Used To Be The Same Egg? Wack."