morning hug

you walked into the kitchen still half-asleep, wearing one of his shirts that barely covered anything. laiys stood at the counter with his phone in hand. you stepped up behind him, slipped your arms around his waist, and pressed your cheek between his shoulder blades.

he went still. then you felt it, his cock thickening against the front of his boxers, growing steadily until it was fully hard and pressing into your hands.

you huffed a quiet laugh against his back. “seriously?”

laiys let out a low breath and covered your hands with his. “yes.” his voice was rough. he turned slowly so he was facing you, the hard length of him now pressing against your stomach. a small damp spot was forming on the fabric. “you hugged me for three seconds and this happens.”

you looked down, then back up at his face, still smiling. “it’s kind of impressive.”

he gave a short, self-aware laugh and kept his hands on your waist under the shirt. “don’t remind me.” he didn’t grind or ask for anything. he just held you there while his cock stayed hard between you.

you stayed for another minute, occasionally shifting just to feel him twitch, then stepped back to get a coffee. he let out a quiet breath and adjusted himself with a grimace, still hard.

you poured your coffee, glancing over at him with a small smile. “you’re just gonna stand there like that?”

“pretty much,” he said. “that or jerk off as i watch you make breakfast.”

you snorted, raising your eyebrows slightly. “now that i think about it…im not hungry”

he didn’t follow when you walked out of the kitchen.

and he was still hard when you left.

couch cuddling

you were curled against him under a blanket, head on his chest, one leg thrown over his. the show played in the background. for a while it was quiet and comfortable.

then you felt the slow, steady swell of his cock against your thigh. it kept growing until it was fully hard. laiys didn’t move away. he just exhaled through his nose and kept his arm around you.

you shifted slightly and felt him twitch. a soft sigh escaped you. “i’m not even doing anything.”

“you’re breathing on me,” he muttered. “and your leg is right there. that’s enough.”

you tilted your head to look up at him, smiling. “you’re so easy.”

laiys glanced down at you, cheeks faintly flushed. “yeah, yeah. laugh all you want. doesn’t make it less hard.” his hand stayed on your shoulder, tracing slow circles. every time you adjusted, his cock pressed more firmly against your leg.

you stayed where you were for a while, occasionally shifting on purpose. “does this happen every time we cuddle, or am I special today?”

“every time,” he said without hesitation. he didn’t ask for more. he just stayed hard underneath you while the show continued.

when the episode ended you sat up. the outline of his erection was still very obvious. you looked at it, then at his face, and chuckled under your breath.

“i’m getting water,” you said, standing. “want anything?”

“you.”

laiys watched you shake your head, walking away. he closed his eyes firmly, laying their quiet and aching.

quick kiss at the door

you had your bag over your shoulder, ready to leave. laiys caught you by the waist and pulled you in for a goodbye kiss. it started soft, then his body pressed closer and you felt his cock harden against your hip almost immediately.

you broke the kiss instantly. “you’re kidding me.”

“not kidding,” he said, voice already a little rough. he kept you close for another few seconds, the hard length of him pressed against you. “i’m not even sorry.”

you looked down between you, then back up at his face, still smiling. “one kiss and you’re already like this. it’s actually impressive.”

laiys’ mouth twitched. “impressive is one word for it.” his hands stayed on your waist. after a moment his voice dropped. “stay five more minutes. just… let me feel you a little longer. or help me out before you go. i’m already leaking.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you’re begging already?”

“a little,” he admitted, not even trying to hide it. “you’re leaving and i’m this hard. and to be fair it’s your fault you look like that. please? just a minute. i’ll be quick.”

you kissed him once more, brief this time, and stepped back. “i’ll be back later. try not to think about it too much.”

he let out a short, frustrated breath and adjusted himself through his jeans. “you’re really just gonna walk out while i’m like this?”

you smiled over your shoulder as you opened the door. “yep.”

in a way, he loved that you leave him hard and wanting. it makes him want even more.

walking around the apartment

you were barefoot in the living room in a tank top and soft shorts, moving between the kitchen and the couch, checking your phone, nothing special. while laiys sat on the couch.

after a couple of passes you noticed the tense demeanor of your boyfriend. you knew almost immediately when he readjusted himself two times over.

you stopped and raised an eyebrow. “really?”

he looked up at you, eyes a little darker than usual. “you keep walking past me like that. what do you expect?”

you walked over and stood in front of him, still amused. “i’m literally just walking around.”

laiys reached out and hooked a finger in the hem of your shorts, tugging you a step closer. “it doesn’t take me much. you know that.” his other hand stayed on his thigh.

you stayed for a moment, smiling down at him. “so you’re telling me, you get hard just by me walking?”

“i’m always horny around you,” he said. “walking the least of it.” he just looked at you while as his hand trailed your body

you eventually stepped back. “i’m gonna keep walking around, then.”

laiys let out a quiet breath and leaned back against the couch, still throbbing.

“you’re evil.”

straddling his lap innocently

you climbed onto his lap on the couch, arms around his neck, just talking about ordinary things. his hands rested on your hips.

you were laughing about something the chat was saying yesterday during streamer games.

then without fail, mid conversation you felt him start to harden underneath you. the thick outline of his cock pressed up against you through his clothes until it was fully hard and twitching with every small shift of your weight.

you looked down between you, then back up at his face, and smirked softly. “you’re hard again. we’re literally just having a normal conversation.”

laiys’ cheeks flushed faintly. “but your sitting on my lap.” his hands stayed on your hips, holding you still. every time you shifted, his breath hitched a little.

you stayed like that for a while, continuing the conversation while occasionally rolling your hips just enough to make him twitch. “it’s kinda funny how little it takes.” you said at one point, smiling.

“laugh all you want,” he muttered. then his voice dropped, rougher. “you stay like this…or move a little more.” he then moved his dark eyes to his shorts. “or pull these down and sit on it properly, which we both know you love doing.”

you raised an eyebrow, still amused. “are you that desperate?”

“a little,” he admitted. his hands tightened slightly on your hips. “you’re sitting right on it and it’s driving me crazy…please?”

the sound of his desperation got you.

so you looked at him for a second, then reached down and tugged the waistband of his shorts lower. his cock sprang free, thick and flushed, already shiny at the tip.

you wrapped your hand around him and gave a slow stroke.

laiys’ breath caught hard. “fuck—yeah. just like that.”

youu did it again, slower this time, twisting your wrist lightly on the upstroke. his hips twitched under you, but he stayed mostly still, watching your hand move on him. you settled more firmly in his lap, the hard line of his cock trapped between your palm and his stomach, and started a steady rhythm, firm, unhurried, the kind of pace that made him feel every inch of friction.

his breathing roughened. one of his hands left your hip to cover yours, guiding you for a few strokes before letting go again, as if he needed to feel it without controlling it. you tightened your grip just a little and sped up, the wet sound of your hand on him filling the quiet between you.

his precum slicked your fingers and you used it, spreading it down the shaft so every stroke was smoother, hotter.

“shit—” his voice cracked. “you’re gonna make me—fuck, don’t stop. please.”

you didn’t. you kept working him, watching his face the whole time, the way his jaw flexed, the way his eyes kept dropping to your hand then flicking back up to yours. his thighs tensed under you. you leaned in closer, still stroking, and felt him throb harder in your fist.

“look at me,” you said quietly.

and he did.

his hips jerked once, twice, chasing your hand. but you didn’t let up. a few more strokes and he came with a low, broken sound, spilling over your fingers and onto his stomach in thick pulses, body locking up under you while you kept him through it until he finally shuddered and went soft in your hand.

this got ME going crazy.

neeeeeeed the faze/core boys writers to come backkkughhhh plsss bro where did yall go yall were feeding us so good

and god laiys is also so underrated bro he needs more written on him ughhhhh guyssss pls im so desperate

tag me if yall write any abt any of dem👀 •*

texts with bf!laiys

⤷ ゛bf!laiys x fem!reader ˎˊ˗ 

𝜗ৎ warnings: a little suggestive. sexual activities are implied but nothing happens. ‘baby’ is used. slight swearing. high!laiys mentioned. baby fever mentioned.

#AMOURIIESS SPEAKS: here you gooooo, hope you liked<3 guys i have 5 drafts saved ( adapt, laiys, ron, jason, and marlon ) and the other smaus that im working on, I SWEAR THEY WILL BE PUBLISHED SOON!!!

Mr and Mrs giggles

pairing : laiys x female reader

warning : NOT PROOFREAD, potential bad grammar and spelling.

note : it’s my second time writing so mistakes will be made, but hopefully you guys enjoy!! and please leave and tips for me in the comments and messages!!

word count : 1.4k!!

CANT FIND OUT.

you had been ron’s assistant for a little over a month, and the tension with dylan had been building since day one.

it wasn’t something either of you had ever actually talked about, and honestly, you weren’t even completely sure when it started. maybe it was the first time you caught him watching you from behind his camera while you were helping ron with something. maybe it was the way he always seemed to end up near you whenever you were at the core house, even when he didn’t really have a reason to be there.

dylan was ron’s cameraman, which meant he was usually somewhere behind the camera, following ron around while everyone else did whatever they were doing. he was quieter than most of the guys, but you had noticed pretty quickly that he wasn’t actually shy.

not around everyone else, at least.

with you, though, things were different.

there were always these little moments that neither of you ever acknowledged.

stolen glances across the room.

accidental brushes when you passed each other in the kitchen.

the way his hand would linger for a second too long whenever he handed you something.

sometimes you’d catch him looking at you, and the second your eyes met, he’d suddenly become very interested in whatever was happening on his camera.

you did the exact same thing.

neither of you ever said anything about it.

until tonight.

you were heading out the front door of the core house, bag over your shoulder, ready to drive home after a long day. you had been running around helping ron with different things since earlier that afternoon, and by the time you were finally leaving, you were exhausted.

the sun had already gone down, and the lights around the basketball court were glowing through the windows. you had one hand on the front door when you heard footsteps behind you.

“y/n, wait.”

you turned around.

dylan was jogging down the steps, hoodie half-zipped and hair messy like he had been running his hands through it. he stopped a few feet away from you, looking slightly out of breath.

you raised your eyebrows. “what’s up?”

“uh…” he rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking much more nervous than you were used to seeing him. “can i talk to you for a second?”

you nodded, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

“yeah.”

he glanced back toward the house for a second. you could faintly hear ron and the others talking inside, completely unaware that dylan had followed you out.

he took a breath.

“i’ve been wanting to ask you this for weeks.”

your heart immediately started beating a little faster.

“okay…”

“would you…” he paused, almost laughing at himself. “would you wanna go out with me? like, on a date. just us. tomorrow night?”

you blinked at him.

“really?”

he gave you a small, awkward laugh. “yeah. i know ron’s our boss and i’m his cameraman and this is probably a bad idea but…”

he looked down for a second before meeting your eyes again.

“i can’t stop thinking about you. so. yeah.”

you could feel your face getting warm, but you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling.

“okay,” you said softly. “yeah. i’d like that.”

the relief on his face was immediate.

his shoulders relaxed, and this soft, genuine smile appeared that you hadn’t really seen from him before.

“cool,” he said. “good. okay.”

you laughed quietly. “you seem surprised.”

“i wasn’t sure you were gonna say yes.”

“why?”

“i don’t know.” he shrugged. “you’re you.”

you smiled. “that doesn’t explain anything.”

“i know.”

you both laughed, and for a second neither of you moved.

it felt strange after spending so long pretending there wasn’t anything between you.

dylan looked toward the house again.

“i’ll text you the details,” he said. “and… don’t tell ron yet? please?”

you laughed. “why?”

“because i don’t want it to be weird at work.”

“you’re scared of ron?”

“no.”

you raised an eyebrow.

he sighed. “a little.”

that made you laugh again.

“okay. i won’t tell him.”

“thank you.”

you finally opened the door, but before you could step outside, dylan called your name again.

you looked back.

he smiled.

“see you tomorrow.”

“see you tomorrow.”

you drove home that night with a smile you couldn’t really get rid of.

the next day, dylan texted you around noon.

dylan: you free tonight?

you: you literally asked me out last night.

dylan: yes or no

you: yes

dylan: okay good

you stared at the message for a second before another one came through.

dylan: don’t wear anything too nice

you: why

dylan: because now i’m nervous

you laughed to yourself.

you: you asked me out???

dylan: i know. that’s the problem.

you couldn’t stop smiling at your phone.

the first date was at a quiet little sushi place that wasn’t too far from where you lived. neither of you wanted to go anywhere too crowded, mostly because you both knew how easily someone from the house could randomly show up somewhere.

you were both slightly nervous at first, which was almost funny considering how long you’d already known each other.

you had spent weeks working in the same house, talking whenever you got the chance, but suddenly sitting across from him at an actual table felt completely different.

dylan seemed to feel the same way.

he kept laughing at himself whenever he stumbled over his words, and you caught him looking at you more than once before he quickly focused on his food again.

eventually, though, you both relaxed.

you started talking about everything you normally didn’t get the chance to talk about at the house. random stories from before you met everyone, things you wanted to do, places you wanted to visit.

dylan ended up telling you stories about working with ron that you’d never heard before, and you couldn’t stop laughing at some of them.

“i can’t believe you didn’t tell me that.”

“because it’s embarrassing.”

“for ron?”

“for me too.”

you laughed. “that’s even worse.”

he shook his head, smiling.

halfway through your meal, he looked across the table at you.

“so…”

you immediately smiled. “so?”

“you haven’t told ron, right?”

you shook your head. “no. you told me not to.”

he let out a relieved breath, leaning back slightly.

“good. i haven’t either.”

you laughed. “you really think he’d care that much?”

“you don’t know ron?”

“i work for him.”

“exactly.”

you smiled, picking up your drink.

dylan shook his head. “i know he’d lose his mind if he found out his assistant and his cameraman were dating.”

“we aren’t dating.”

he paused.

you both looked at each other.

“not yet,” he corrected.

you smiled into your drink.

“but seriously,” he continued, “i just don’t want to make things awkward for you at work.”

you were surprised by that.

“i thought you would’ve asked him first or something.”

dylan laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“nah. i’m doing this behind his back.”

you raised your eyebrows. “wow.”

“i like you too much to wait for his permission.”

that made your stomach flutter.

you tried to hide it by looking down at your plate, but dylan noticed anyway.

his smile widened.

“what?”

“nothing.”

“you got all quiet.”

“eat your food.”

he laughed, and you couldn’t help smiling too.

by the time the date was over, neither of you really wanted to leave.

you ended up sitting in his car outside your place for almost twenty minutes, talking about everything and nothing, neither of you making a move to actually get out.

eventually, dylan looked over at you.

“so…”

you laughed. “you keep saying that.”

“i’m trying to figure out how to ask you something.”

“what?”

he smiled slightly.

“can i see you again?”

you looked at him.

“yeah.”

“good.”

you smiled.

“good.”

and that was basically how it started.

a couple weeks later, you were officially together, but no one knew.

well.

almost no one.

the main guys had absolutely no idea.

you and dylan had gotten surprisingly good at keeping it quiet around the core house. there were too many people around all the time, and the last thing either of you wanted was for ron to find out before you were ready to tell him.

so you kept it between yourselves.

stolen glances across rooms.

quick brushes of hands when no one was looking.

texting each other from opposite sides of the same house.

sometimes you’d be sitting in the living room with everyone while dylan was across the room filming ron, and your phone would suddenly buzz.

dylan: stop looking at me.

you’d look up at him immediately.

he’d already be looking at you.

you: you looked first.

dylan: liar.

you’d have to bite back a smile before anyone noticed.

the other cameramen figured it out pretty quickly, though.

gilbert was probably the first one to notice.

you had been standing in the kitchen one afternoon, talking to dylan while everyone else was busy, when gilbert walked in and immediately stopped.

you and dylan both looked at him.

gilbert looked between the two of you.

then he slowly backed out of the kitchen.

“i didn’t see anything.”

you burst out laughing.

dylan just shook his head.

“you’re annoying.”

“i’m not the one hiding in kitchens.”

after that, gilbert definitely knew.

jawhn figured it out not long after, mostly because he always caught dylan staring at you while ron was streaming.

drew figured it out because you weren’t exactly subtle around each other when you thought nobody was watching.

rocket somehow figured it out because, according to him, “you two are not good at this.”

instead of exposing you, though, they just started helping cover for you.

sometimes gilbert would conveniently distract ron if dylan needed to pull you aside.

drew had once walked into a hallway, saw the two of you standing suspiciously close together, and immediately turned around.

“nope.”

you had nearly died laughing.

“thank you,” dylan called after him.

“i don’t wanna know,” drew yelled back.

—

one afternoon you were in the kitchen grabbing something for ron when dylan walked in.

you barely had time to look up before he caught your hand and pulled you toward jason’s camera room.

“dylan—”

“shh.”

you were laughing as he pulled the door mostly closed behind you.

“what are you doing?”

“i haven’t seen you all day.”

“you saw me literally two hours ago.”

“that doesn’t count.”

you opened your mouth to argue, but he was already leaning down to kiss you.

you melted for a second before remembering exactly where you were.

you pulled back slightly.

“dylan.”

“what?”

“ron’s literally upstairs .”

he glanced toward the door.

“i know.”

“then why are you doing this?”

“because i wanted to.”

you stared at him.

he smiled.

you tried not to smile back.

“you’re annoying.”

“yeah, but you like me.”

“unfortunately.”

he laughed quietly before leaning in to steal one more quick kiss.

then he opened the camera room door and walked out like nothing had happened.

you waited a few seconds before following him.

when you stepped back into the kitchen, you saw ron sitting on the kitchen island.

“where were you?”

you froze.

“uh…”

dylan answered from across the room without missing a beat.

“woj had asked her to get something from jasons camera room.”

ron nodded, completely unconcerned.

you looked at dylan.

he looked back at you.

neither of you said anything.

another time, you were helping set up for a stream when dylan walked past you in the hallway.

you were both alone for maybe two seconds.

his hand brushed against your back as he passed, lingering just long enough to make you look over your shoulder.

he was already walking away.

you narrowed your eyes at him.

he glanced back and smiled.

you mouthed, “seriously?”

he just shrugged before disappearing around the corner.

you had to turn around and pretend to be busy with whatever you were doing because you could feel your face getting warm.

the secret made everything more complicated.

but somehow it also made everything more exciting.

one night, after everyone had finally gone to bed, your phone buzzed.

you looked down.

dylan: guest house. now.

you stared at the message for a second.

you: seriously?

dylan: yes.

you: why?

dylan: just come here.

you smiled to yourself before quietly getting up from the theater room and telling drew and rocket that you’d be right back.

you slipped out through the back door and crossed the yard, looking around to make sure nobody was still awake.

the second you stepped inside the guest house, dylan was already waiting for you.

“hi,” you whispered.

he smiled.

“hi.”

you barely had time to close the door before he pulled you closer, kissing you like he’d been waiting all night.

you laughed softly against his mouth, hands resting against his chest.

“what was that for?”

“missed you.”

“you saw me this morning.”

“doesn’t matter.”

you shook your head, smiling as he kissed you again.

the night eventually turned quieter, the two of you tucked away in his room with the rest of the house completely unaware.

you stayed close afterward, curled against his chest while his fingers traced lazy patterns along your back.

for once, neither of you had to worry about someone walking into the room or catching you looking at each other for too long.

dylan looked down at you.

“i hate sneaking around.”

you smiled against his chest.

“me too.”

he was quiet for a second.

“but…”

you looked up at him.

“what?”

he smiled.

“it’s kinda hot.”

you laughed quietly. “yeah. it is.”

he leaned down and kissed the top of your head before settling back against the pillows.

outside, the core house was completely quiet.

everybody was asleep or busy, completely unaware that you had slipped out of the house to spend the night with ron’s cameraman.

you knew eventually you would have to tell ron.

you just weren’t sure when.

for now, though, you were perfectly happy staying right where you were, curled up against dylan while his hand rested lazily on your back.

neither of you wanted to move.

but eventually, you knew you would have to slip back inside before anyone woke up.

dylan seemed to realize the same thing.

he sighed.

“we should probably go.”

you groaned immediately. “i don’t want to.”

“me neither.”

“then lets just stay here.”

he laughed quietly.

“ron’s gonna fucking kill me.”

you both stayed there for another few minutes anyway, neither one willing to be the first to actually get up.

because as much as you hated sneaking around, there was something about having this little secret between the two of you that made it feel like it belonged completely to you.

and for now, that was enough.

Chapter 1

In slow motions and cliche meetings

𐙚Pairing: Laiys (Dylan) x Reader

𐙚Warnings: “☆” means your name, Slooow Burn, Some potential bad grammar&spellings.

𐙚Word count: 5.6k words

𐙚Series Masterlist

You would think being Silky’s cousin or sister as he insists, means that you would be familiar with his group of streamer friends considering that you are too a streamer but you’re wrong.

Always traveling to different locations to film content and even most of those places have little to no signal. You weren’t really updated that much from his life. Another point to this is that you and your cousin’s content doesn’t really go into the same genre.

Although you do call each other from time to time to catch up, anything deep into streamer things was never really discussed. You do know that he along with some of his friends left their last group and created a new one named Core.

Having started streaming a few years after him, the two of you agreed to keep your connection private. It wasn't exactly a secret, you'd both admit you were cousins if anyone ever asked but neither of you went out of your way to mention it over the years.

The decision had mostly been his. He never wanted any of the attention or the occasional drama that was tied with him to spill over onto you. By keeping your family connection lowkey, he hoped you'd be able to build your own community without being caught in the crossfire of his.

Time flew past after that. Cause the next time you two called each other again was after 5 months of no contact. it happens when you’re currently stuck in the middle of nowhere in Antartica i guess.

Silky mentioned that applications for Streamer University was currently happening. You had watch some clips of it when it happened last year and it looked like so much fun. You just hadn’t been able to join cause you’d been deep in the amazon forest filming a youtube video.

“You’re going to apply to Streamer University this year right?”. Jerry's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, reminding you that you were still on the call with him. Glancing back at the screen of your phone you rolled your eyes.

“of course im going to apply” you replied as you further cozied under the blanket. Closing your eyes you continued “I’m not missing out on it again”

Jerry let out an obnoxiously loud laugh at this making you crack one eye open to squint at him through the screen. "Well, that's what happens when you're filming in the fucking Amazon rainforest."

A snort escaped you.

He suddenly sat up, pointing a finger toward the camera as if he was making a serious argument. “Now you’re in the middle of fucking nowhere in Antartica”.

You closed your eyes starting to welcome that feeling of sleepiness cause you know he was going to start a rant about what content you do again.

It tends to happen when you have an overprotective cousin or brother as he insists you call him.

Your point was proven as he remained silent for a few seconds and then started to spew the same lines you’ve heard over and over from him before. “Seriously,” he continued “Do you ever film anywhere normal?”.

You heard shuffling on his end.

“I mean “☆”, i don’t even know if you’re a youtuber or an explorer at this point on god.” He exclaims.

You mumbled a quiet “i am a YouTuber…who explores” to which he ignored you completely.

“Sometimes i swear you only became a youtuber because it gave you an excuse to go wherever the hell you wanted. Is this because you weren’t allowed to go anywhere as a child? Talm bout some explorer shi.”

He was really on fire today cause he was not stopping.

You weren’t really listening though, half of your consciousness was tipping towards dreamland.

“Is this some kind of unresolved trauma “☆”?”. He paused dramatically before continuing. “Bruh, therapy exists for this, you know."

His long rant was suddenly cut off when a high pitched girly voice screamed his name.

“Ohh Jerryyyy! Can we smoke Jerry?”

Feeling too sleepy you didn’t bother looking at who it was and just laughed lowly.

“Damn unc still got it” you murmured sleepily and a faint laugh from the background on his end was heard.

Jerry spluttered in offense “that’s not! Nevermind..” he said sighing in defeat. “Good luck in your application “☆” hope to see you soon”

You just hummed and whispered a goodbye letting him end the call.

──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

It was a month and a half after you uploaded your application in tiktok for Streamer University. It was finally the day where kai announces those who got in.

You were still in the middle of nowhere when you were setting up your stream, like setting up your stream outside the cottage you’re staying at and facing a side where the background is completely white while there’s an active blizzard happening.

Why? For the love of game of course. It was also kind of funny for the clips.

‘Lea’ your camera woman slash tech support slash personal assistant slash best friend and etc. was sitting beside the set up and was fixing the camera then shot you a thumbs up as a signal to start the stream.

You plastered your ‘Starting Stream in 1:00’ on the screen and played the background music for it.

You waited for the viewers to come in and read some of their comments.

Yoo a stream after a few months???

EEE

“L champ emote spam”

She’s in the middle of a deserted place again i bet

LLLLLLL

After the timer went off, you wasted no time in shouting a loud greeting. “Hello friends!! WE are at the middle of nowhere in Antartica” and laughing hysterically.

wthhh

Who’s we?😭

TOLD YALL SHE SOMEWHERE DESERTED AGAIN

L

Damn she even in the middle of a blizzard too

Bro’s side quests are immaculate

You’ve finally stopped laughing as they still continue to spam in the chat “Welcome back to the stream guysss”.

After wiping the small tears that gathered at the corner of your eyes you started clicking. “We’re going to see if we got in on streamer university for today’s stream”.

Finally able to click Kai’s stream you were quick to share screen it to the chat. Thankfully you were right on time as he started revealing the school staff.

It was after 30 minutes of getting to know the professors and janitors, some you were familiar with. Before kai finally got to revealing the students, you sat up straightly as the nerves was slowly starting to creep in.

You glanced towards the moving chat murmuring a soft “I really hope i get in guys”.

Bro’s nervous

WE are getting in trust😍😍

LMAOOO

“Random chat emote spam”

EEEE

After a few more minutes of revealing, it finally reached the half of the second set of students. The reactions of the streamers was too funny when their name is revealed. Some had their own background songs too.

Kai was then clicking something on his computer then his stream started to play a pop smoke song then it clicked.

“Oh! It’s silky!!” You say excitedly. After a few seconds of teasing kai then ripped the piece of paper revealing Silky’s name.

When that happened you started to scream in excitement and clap for him.

She knows Silky?!???!!

Gang😭✌️✌️

Bro knows ball ig..

Kai then showed Silky’s stream. He was wearing these all black suit with a suitcase and started pushing everyone around and off of him. It was funny honestly you couldn’t help but laugh at the scene kai was showing.

The next forty minutes felt agonizing. One by one, the remaining students were revealed. You celebrated every student who got revealed, those you know and didn’t know.

You celebrated with them. You really did but with each name that wasn't yours, the knot in your stomach only tightened.

As the list grew shorter, so did your confidence. You could feel the exhaustion creeping in.

Eventually, only two covered names remained.

You could almost hear your heartbeat with how loud it was beating. You have your palms held together in front of you now with the anticipation.

You stared at the screen barely blinking, while Kai leaned toward his computer and was typing something with an unreadable expression.

Then without a word, music began to play.

Not just any song though, it was ‘Always been a dreamer’ by Staffan Carlen.

Not to own the song or anything but that’s like YOUR song. It was your starting streams background music as it was also the intro and outro of you youtube videos.

Glancing at the chat on the side you can see how they’re also starting to freak out.

ONG

FIEHSIAKWSNWHQKQKQBQHQIWNW

YOU JNOW I fEEL JUDT A LITTLE BITTT

told you WE will get in😍😍

W

Not wanting to celebrate too early as kai was still teasing on revealing the name, you sat up straighter in anticipation and when he ripped off the paper covering.

You felt all the nerves suddenly bleed put of your body because the plaque had showed your name.

Immediately stood up and started celebrating, Lea tackled you and both of you started to jump around while screaming and laughing.

You glanced back at your laptop and saw that kai had pulled up your stream. He was watching your stream with furrowed eyebrows in confusion.

Very perplexed, he asked his audience. “Chat why the fuck is she streaming outside in the middle of the blizzard”

The statement made you laugh hysterically and shout “WERE IN ANTARTICA!!” like it was just nothing. Kai only placed one of his palm over his eyes and laughed. Then moved on to the last streamer.

After Kai wrapped up the remaining announcements, you closed the shared screen of his stream and switched back to your own.

You stuck around for a little while longer, celebrating with your chat as the excitement slowly settled.

Messages of congratulations continued to flood in, and you made sure to thank everyone for their support before finally saying your goodbyes.

With one last wave, you ended the stream.

──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

A week or two had passed after the announcement.

It was 3 days before you started your flight on going back to America. You and your camera woman had to get like 4 flights because this year’s streamer university was at Arkansas in USA, and Antartica was so far to there.

The journey had been exhausting. Multiple flights, endless hours in airports, and your ears constantly popping had made the trip anything but enjoyable.

You were glad you made sure to leave Antartica a day earlier because it was exactly the third day now from when you left Antartica when it was supposed to only be 2 days.

It was a good thing you called someone on your team who was at your penthouse in New York to drive your car in picking you and Lea up at the airport.

Unfortunately, the delay in your flights meant you had missed the opening ceremony. a bit of a bummer, considering you'd been looking forward to it.

It was almost half an hour when you’ve finally reached the school. A crowd of fans had gathered outside the gates, their excited cheers echoing through the area.

After showing one of the staff members your invitation along with your ID, you and Lea were escorted inside the campus grounds.

Kai apparently begun speaking to everyone one by one, giving them their dorm keys and telling them they were allowed to stream.

You left Lea in what looked like a common lounge while another staff member guided you farther into the building.

"You're with the last five," they explained as you walked down the hallway.

Unfortunately there was not anyone you were familiar with. All of them were so sweet though and introduced themselves. As time goes by, one by one were called by kai. You being the last one, no surprise in that being late and all.

After being guided again by a staff to a room with these large wooden doors. You slowly opened it and peeked inside, Kai then started to cheer and shout. You were laughing while coming towards him.

“EYYY LOOK WHOS HEREE” he said standing up and stretching his hand out for a handshake to which you did.

“Hi kai!!!” you said and looked around at the multiple cameras and deciding to face the one at the side, waving a hand. “Hi friends!!”

Kai just laughed and then sat down again. “Now here is your things and dorm keys yeah” he said as he gathered things and handed them to you. Picking them up as you cheered, he clapped and continued “You can now stream”.

“Yay! Thanks kai! See you around” You said waving your free hand and turning around to leave the room.

──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

When you met up with Lea again, the two of you started to set up the stream before leaving the building.

A short starting-soon countdown filled the screen as viewers slowly began trickling into the chat. After about a minute, you switched to the live feed and shouted a greeting.

“WE are at Streamer University!!!” You laughed as the chat started to speed up.

YOOO

EEEEEEEEEEEE

STREAMWR UNIVRSITY!!!!

WWWWWW

yes WE are🥰🥰

You started to walk around trying to find the exit. “Let’s go explore this campus people”. You say as you let your camerawoman walk in front of you to angle the camera better.

It was a few minutes before you finally found the exit. There was a lot of streamers running around when you finally went outside the building.

Determined to find someone you know, you started to look around and that’s when you finally saw your cousin. He was with a group of people and they were like in this small gossip circle.

Not being able to contain your excitement you suddenly ran up to him and screamed his real name. He didn’t even had the chance to fully face you before you almost tackled him to the ground.

He was shocked for a second before finally screaming your name too and jumping up and down while holding onto your shoulders and shaking you.

Okay you regret tackling him now cause you’re pretty sure you got some brain damage from the way he was shaking you.

He stopped after a minute finally realizing that the shaking was too intense. “Sorry, my bad g” he replied laughing, not sorry at all.

“When did you get here?” He asked while still having a big grin at his face. You paused for a second before finally feeling better, You couldn't help but mirror his expression.

"Literally just landed not too long ago!" you replied enthusiastically.

Before he can say anything else, both of your bubbles were popped when there was a very loud cough that was heard on your guys’ side.

Looking at the source, you forgot that he was with some people in the first place. Every one of them was looking at you guys as well as their cameras.

You also noticed your own camera woman had finally catch up to you and was at your side panting slightly lol.

A person who was on a wheelchair spoke up first.

“So silky who is this you’re with?” He asked wheeling? a bit forward to you guys. One of the guys shouted a loud yeah.

Jerry had let out a looooooud laugh before slinging an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in closer beside him. "Guys!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

“Meet my baby sister!". You blinked in surprise, You weren’t aware there would be a reveal but oh well.

Playing along, you raised both hands and gave an enthusiastic wave. "Hello, friends!" you shouted just as loudly.

For a beat only silence was heard. The everything became loud.

“what..”

“No fucking way!”

“THAT’S YOUR SISTER??”

People were talking over one another, some were shoving each other in disbelief while others stood there completely frozen, trying to process what they'd just heard.

Even some of the cameraman’s was crashing out.

the entire scene was chaotic.

The reaction was so over the top that you couldn't hold back your laughter. Beside you, Silky had doubled over laughing just as hard.

WHATTT

SISTERHRKFHEJSND???????

Uhm since when?😭

Bro what the hell is this crossover..

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

You mean OUR baby sister😍✌️

It took a moment for everyone to calm down.

An asian guy was emoting then suddenly yelled. “Nah how the hell are you guys related??!”. His expression was genuinely in disbelief.

Jerry called him the n word. “Tf you mean by that. Is it because im black you think we aint related” He said starting to crowd the guy with intimidation as a joke.

The dude just help up his hand and shouted at his camera that no he wast not racist.

Jerry then turned to look bacj at you who was just standing in front of them still smiling.

“☆” he said “This my group, you remember Core. The one i told you about right?”.

To which you nodded enthusiastically at “of course i remember!”

He then started to introduce you to them one by one. “This crippled guy is Lacy” He said pointing to the said guy. You sputtered in surprise with how he introduced Lacy.

The man in the wheelchair just laughed at your reaction. “hi nice to meet you” he said reaching out for a handshake.

You returned the gesture. “Hi im “☆” nice to meet you” you replied with a grin after recovering.

Jerry then pointed to the guy standing beside Lacy.

"This one's Marlon." Marlon, one tall of a man offered you a warm smile before extending his hand. You shook it with a smile of your own and said the same greeting you uttered to Lacy.

“Then this one is Jason and Ron” Your cousin continued as he pointed towards Jason and Ron who was holding onto each other? Hugging?.

They waved at you and said hi.

You just smiled and waved at them since they don’t look like they’re going to let go of each other and just said the same introduction again.

You glance behind them and saw Ron’s? Camera man maybe.

He was stood just behind the two a small smile tugging at his lips as he quietly laughed to himself while panning the camera between Jason and Ron.

Then absentmindedly he looked up. His eyes met yours.

Oh

For a moment, neither of you looked away.

The conversations and laughter around you blurred into meaningless background noise.

People around the two of you were moving in a very slow pace and you can feel the wind blowing onto your cheeks gently. It was like everything was in a haze.

All you could focus on were his eyes. Your heartbeat skipped a beat. Then it started to beat rapidly.

People always talked about moments where time seemed to move in slow motion. You never really believed them.

Your life had always moved at an impossible pace.

There was always another flight to catch, another country to explore, another video to film. Everything was rushed. Everything was moving.

Until now. For the first time in your life, it felt as though the world had stopped and took a deep breath.

You weren't sure how long the two of you stayed like that. A second or maybe longer. It didn't matter.

Because the moment Jerry called your name, the spell shattered.

The noise of your surroundings suddenly came rushing back all at once. You blinked, finally tearing your gaze away.

“And this one is Adapt” Jerry introduced next.

Quickly turning your attention back to them you shook Adapt’s hand as he outstretched them and introduced yourself for the last time.

Unable to help yourself, you stole a quick glance back at the guy you had been staring at earlier.

Big mistake. He was still looking at you.

The moment your eyes met again, you quickly looked away heat creeping up your cheeks before you could stop it.

Needing an escape from whatever was happening, you gently tugged on Silky's shirt to get his attention.

"I think I'm gonna go find my dorm first," you said a little too quickly.

looking up at him with a smile you hoped appeared normal, praying he doesn’t notice anything weird.

You apparently weren’t really good at acting cause he raises an eyebrow in slight worry. He just hummed and pulled you into a quick side hug.

"Come find me later, okay?" he said. "We still gotta catch up."

You nodded, returning the hug before he let go.

You didn’t say anything and just shot him a thumbs up and a smile.

Quickly waving goodbye at the others you went on your way. Making an effort not to glance at the guy. You just turned and headed toward a building.

You were quiet for a few minutes aimlessly walking ahead, you could feel Lea’s confused gaze on you.

You were always the type to talk someone’s ears off so it was weird for her seeing you quiet and dazed like this.

You then suddenly stopped walking, startling Lea.

You briefly glance down at the chat

Bros disassociating

Same bruh

Hohoho i saw that👀

Me when school

You looked up and stared directly at the camera.

Staring quietly at them for a few seconds, you uttered words they would’ve never expected to hear coming from you.

“Friends i think i have a crush” you said exhaling lowly still in a bit of a daze.

Even Lea got startled and looked at you with wide eyes before quickly fixing the camera angle again.

HELLO?

AAAA IT REALLY IS LIKE COLLEGE

Woah there

I BET IT WAS ADAPT

LMAO

she just met core right?

WE have a crush😍

LOL

ik smthing u guys dont😂

The chat was rapidly moving but you just continued to walk ahead not saying anything further.

Finally seeing some people you knew you went up to talk to them.

You pushed that situation at the very back of your mind and just socialized with a lot of people.

──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

Of course in the span of a few hours people made that clip more famous than finding out you were Silky’s sister or something.

You don’t really have a problem with it, the hard part was just avoiding people’s questions and redirecting the conversation.

Now you were just wandering around the campus, after running away from another conversation that was questioning you about your crush.

You never really went through with your excuse of finding your dorm room though. To be honest socializing and talking to people made you forget about it.

You and your camerawoman slowed down in your tracks when you saw someone ahead.

It was Lacy having a hard time going over those mini speed bumps on the cemented path. He was all by himself with his camera man nowhere in sight.

Immediately you went over. “Hi lacy! Let me help you” You said grabbing onto the handle and started to push the wheelchair.

He was startled at the sudden voice but grinned when he saw that it was you. “Oh thank you so much!”

You shouted a “Tada!” after successfully pushing him over the bump. He as well cheered.

Stepping beside him both of you was just going forward on a path.

“Because of that good deed, you are now under my protection!”. He said while letting out this evil laugh of some sorts.

You chuckled “Protection for what?”. You asked as he was still doing that evil laugh.

He stopped in his tracks and folded his hands together like a villain. “Well ill have you know “☆” that i am this school’s biggest bully. Yknow shoving people into lockers and giving them wedgies” he said cackling.

Lea angled the camera down showing his wheelchair.

LMAOOO

Lea😭😭😭

SHADY CAMERA NO

Camera did him dirty😅

He continued his speech with the same dramatic tone. "But because you've helped me" he declared, placing a hand over his chest. “I shall personally make sure no one messes with you in this campus”.

You were practically gasping for air from laughing too hard as he ended his speech. Finally managing to compose yourself, you straightened up and played along.

"Why, thank you so much!" you said dramatically. Then exclaimed with such enthusiasm. "Now no one will steal my lunch money!”

The both of you were just staring in complete silence before bursting into laughter. After calming down you then continued down the concrete path, towards this building.

Your attention then drifted down to chat.

Hmmmm

Ohohohoho is this THE crush??

L

doesnt look like it to me chat

LACY??

Erm

BABE HE HAS A GIRL AT HOME

You froze mid step.

“Friends” Your eyes narrowed at the messages flooding the screen.

You looked directly into the camera, your expression suddenly serious. “Stop that”.

Beside you Lacy turned to look at you, thoroughly confused by your sudden change in demeanor.

You continued “Lacy is not the crush”.

Lacy blinked for a second then broke out in a startled laughter, doubling over as he finally realized what happened.

The three of you then continued walking when he stopped laughing hysterically while you stand beside him with furrowed brows.

Some viewers were speculating that it was a member of core since they were the once you met before admitting you have a crush.

Not wanting to have these shippings continue if ever you meet some other members again, you decided to clarify something once and for all.

“My crush isn’t a streamer”. You said out of nowhere while walking in silence.

That only made chat explode more.

Not a streamer????

L crush

IS IT A FUCKING CAMERA MAN

oooo cameraman

ohohhohogogohohohohog siebe?????

damn

i know who it is👀👀👀

The man in the wheelchair beside you gasps dramatically. “is it a cameraman?” Lacy shouts in disbelief as his wheelchair stopped moving forward, making you stop also.

Before you could even react he held onto your forearm, giving it a loght few shakes like an overly excited middle school girl.

“Oh my tell me who!” He whined. “Tell meeeeee”.

What is it with my cousin and his friends constantly shaking people. Choosing to preserve your dignity, you simply kept your lips sealed.

your brain trying to figure out an escape plan.

Thankfully, the universe seemed to take pity on you.

Your saving grace arrived in the form of Yonna Joy. Who came skipping toward the two of you, unknowingly interrupting Lacy's relentless interrogation.

“Hey guys!” She says as she stops in front of you both.

Lacy let go of your forearm and rested his hands back on the armrests of his wheelchair.

"And what do you want now, Yonna?" he asked with exaggerated sass.

Yonna raised a brow at him. "Well, I'll have you know, La-cy," she said, crossing her arms and deliberately emphasizing every syllable of his name. "that I'm here to collect my roomie." she continues and pulls you by slotting her arms with yours.

Lacy then immediately dropped the act. "Ooo Wait, you guys are roommates?"

“Yeah!" Yonna answered, breaking character just as quickly.

You blinked and turned to look at her. "We're roommates?" You asked in confusion.

She laughed. “Yeah girl” she exclaimed.“Saw your name on the other desk earlier. Chat said you haven’t found your dorm yet so im here to collect you”

Before you could even say a response. She suddenly took off, dragging you along with her.

A surprised laugh escaped your lips as you stumbled after her.

Behind you, you could hear Lacy yelling something in protest though his voice quickly faded into the distance.

Neither of you paid him much mind lol.

The two of you were too busy laughing as you raced through the corridors, eventually slowing to a stop in front of another building.

Slightly out of breath. Yonna pointed where the elevator was as you two and your camera mans made your guys’s way at. She pressed the button for the second floor, then chatted with you as the elevator slowly climbed.

Once the doors opened. She happily showed you around the hallway, pointing out a few rooms and common areas before finally stopping in front of one of the dorms.

“This one is ours” She exclaimed as she opens it.

The room was simple but cozy, with two neatly made beds separated on opposite side. You had your own desk set ups too.

Yonna then informed you that the Cameraman’s have their own dorm rooms and told you where it was.

After chatting with you for a bit, she then said she’d leave you to let you fix your things and get rest while she explore more.

Nothing much really happened from noon to evening in Day 1 at Streamer University.You spent your remaining time of the day arranging your things and set up.

You bid goodbye to chat and ended your stream early to catch up some sleep.

After days of non stop flights and running on pure excitement for the whole day, it was no wonder you crashed the minute you ended stream.

──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

Waking up a few hours later, a wave of disorientation hit you as you sat up. You just remained sat on the bed for a few minutes before the sleep fog cleared up.

Finally realizing you were at Streamer University you glanced at the other side of the room. Yonna was already tucked in and sleeping.

Quietly you got out of bed and grabbed your phone on the desktop. The blinding light of your lock screen greeted you as you fumbled to lower the brightness. After successfully doing so you were able to properly able to check the time.

It was one o’clock in the morning now. Grabbing the dorm keys you made your way to the door.

As quiet as possible, you opened the door and went outside then quietly closed it back after making sure you didn’t wake up yonna and locked the door.

You didn’t really have any much planned when you got out of the dorm room. Just want to walk around for a bit.The hallway wasn’t really that quiet, you can hear some screaming and loud laughter from far down the hallway.

As you were about to round the corner, you collided into something solid.

A startled yelp escaped your lips as your feet lost their footing, instinctively you squeezed your eyes shut. Bracing for the painful impact with the floor.

But it never came.

Instead there was a firm arm wrapped securely around your waist while another caught your wrist before you could fall.

Snapping your eyes open. You were startled as the guy in front of you was standing much closer than expected.

He has his eyebrows lifted in surprise and his eyes shining in concern.

But it wasn’t just any guy.

It was that cameraman from earlier this morning. The one you had that whole slow motion shazam with.

It was your crush.

Neither of you spoke for a few seconds, still looking into each other’s eyes. The noisy hallway earlier seemed to fade into the background.

He blinked first. “Are you okay?” His voice was quiet and almost hesitant.

That shook you out of your daze and you fixed your footing as he slowly lets go of you.

“Yeah! Im sorry i wasn’t really looking where i was going”. You answered as you feel your stomach do somersaults.

He then crouched down to pick up your keys that you’ve dropped. Standing up, he muttered a quiet “Here” and passing it to you.

As you reached for them, your finger brushed against his for the briefest moment. A strange warmth surge through your fingertips, you could’ve sworn your fingers shook a bit too.

Shaking off your nervousness, you beamed up at him. Offering your free hand for a handshake.

“Hi! My name’s “☆”, Nice to meet you” you exclaimed.

His eyes widened for a second before shaking your hands. A slow grin made its way to his lips.

“My name is Dylan but everyone kinda calls me Laiys” He replied.

“Oh! Your ron’s cameraman right?” You questioned.

His eyes glanced down at your hands as the both of you slowly let go of the handshake. He then quickly looked up and smile at you.

“Yeah i am” he said, the corner of his eyes wrinkling at the gesture.

“Jerry’s sister right?” He retorted now grinning widely.

You let out a laugh. “Yeah i am” you said copying his answer.

It was quiet for a moment as both of you were just looking at each other with both wide smiles. Breaking the silence, you let out a small chuckle.

“Well” you started. “I should probably let you get some rest. You’ve probably had a long day”

He gave a soft laugh and nodded. “Yeah. I guess i should”

“And i should get going too” you continued.

Another brief silence settled between you, neither of you seeming in much of a hurry to end the conversation.

“Uhm” you started feeling that bit of shyness creeping up again.

“It was very nice meeting you Laiys” you said smiling up at him.

His smile that never once dropped only seemed to brighten up. “You too” Laiys replies.

You gave him a small wave. “Good night Laiys”

He returned the gesture. “Goodnight, “☆”

You sidestepped around him, making your way down the hallway in the direction he'd come from.

A few steps later, you glanced back. He was already walking away, his back facing you as he disappeared farther down the hallway.

Later when you return to your dorm room and lay at bed, you couldn’t help but replay the interaction again and again while having your eyes closed.

The next thing you knew you were already falling asleep with a small smile on your face.

Can someone PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE write for Laiys x reader ANDDDD Stable Ronaldo/Ron x reader bro PLEASEEEE ILL BEG ON MY KNEES IM SO DESPERATE FOR FICS OF THEM BOTHHH💔💔💔💔 THEY BARLEY HAVE ANYTHING SPECIFICALLY LAIYS💔💔 PLSSSSSSSS!!!

IF YOU DO POST A FIC OF EITHER LAIYS OR RON PLSSS TAG ME IN IT PLSSSSLSLSLLS🙏🙏🙏☹️

the moment you heard about the bet all the boys made for november, you were pissed. this wasn’t just about ron, because what were you gonna do for a month without any sexual interaction? you were in need just as much as he was.

ron had told her that it would be easier if they didn’t hangout so close for the month.

“whenever i’m around you i get horny.”

an idea popped into your head after a few days in. if ron was so confident he’d be able to last if you just gave him space…then you’d do the complete opposite and make him pay for ruining november. so every couple days you would do something to make him want you even more.

“rani?” you called for him from his bathroom. you knew he was streaming and you didn’t like to bother him while he was working, but you were too committed. “raniii?”

ron took his headset off in the other room aggressively. “what y/n?” he looked towards the bathroom waiting for a response.

“can you come here?”

“y/n i’m streaming.”

“i need your help” you said, smirking to yourself.

ron sets his headset on his desk, getting up and heading towards his bathroom. opening the door quickly, his annoyance is clear. “what?-“ his words were cut off by the sight in front of him.

you stood there fresh out of the shower. only in the his favorite bra of yours and black leather shorts.

“y/n..”

“i need you to tie my top in the back.” your words came out innocently but the look on his face wasn’t. “please.”

you placed the top on your body perfectly and turned your back to him. he slowly tied the strings, lightly grazing your bare back every so often.

the shiver down your skin his touch gave you made it feel like you were torturing yourself instead.

ron stared down at you in the mirror as he finished tying. his gaze was sharp and you felt it everywhere.

“you look good, baby.” he said, lowering his head to your ear.

“i’m going out with my friends, i love you.”

you walked away, not once looking back. he couldn’t see it but the grin on your face was wide.

ron stood there turned on and annoyed. all he wanted to do was fuck you, especially after seeing you like that. he closed his eyes, shaking his head. walking back to his stream, he muttered to himself.

“it’s only been a week.”

you and ron made your way to the kitchen at 1 am. you’ve noticed he’s been eyeing you all night, trailing every inch of your body during dinner.

the vibe went both ways though. you had to squeeze your legs together just to contain the raging desire pulsing everywhere. he looked so good in his baggy jeans with a white polo, and those damn glasses.

it was torture.

“looks like one of the boys made brownies.” he said approaching the counter with a pan sitting on top. then turning to right, he chuckled at the bowl. “and left some of the batter.”

ron scooped up batter with two fingers, bringing them to his lips to try. you swallow watching the motion. your mind trails back to memories of late nights involving the same act.

“it’s kinda good.”

two can play at that game, you thought.

“i wanna try.”

before he could move you grabbed his hand, taking his two fingers with leftover batter, into your mouth. his eyes widened, watching you closely.

you sucked the brownie batter off his hands very slowly, swirling your tongue. his usual steady breath became shaky as you stared into his eyes the whole time.

“y/n...”

you slide his fingers out with a pop. smiling innocently at him, “it’s very good.”

he continued to stare at you, his mouth slightly open. you hold onto his hand for a few more seconds before dropping it and turning away.

“you can’t do that.”

“do what?” you asked grabbing a water from the fridge.

“you know what.”

“okay then do something about it.”

“y/n you know i can’t.”

“why rani?”

“it’s 10 bands.” he sighed, stepping towards you.

you raise your eyebrows at his defense. you could tell how close he is to breaking just by his body language. he was tense, his cheeks turning to a flush, his jeans growing tighter every minute.

“do you know how bad i want to bend you over this counter right now.” he breathed, grabbing your hips and pulling you against him roughly.

you bit your lip slowly at his aggressive handling. but you knew he wouldn’t break, not in this moment.

“but you won’t.”

you pushed him off you lightly and walked back up to his room in silence.

it’s been a week since you pulled that stunt, a week since you’ve seen ron.

it wasn’t on purpose.

he has been on a work trip to miami the past couple days and now he’s back.

and he wants to see you.

it surprised you almost, how eager he was to see you.

just as you grabbed your keys to leave a text message lit up your phone.

rani 💌

come over now.

you

i am

rani 💌

hurry

starting to become worried, you put your phone into your purse and started you car.

you walked up to ron’s room as fast as you could while still saying hi to laiys and drew.

ron swung the door open before you could even knock. he answered in grey sweatpants and a wrinkled white t-shirt, looking like a man who'd been unraveling for days. his dark hair was messy, jaw shadowed with stubble, and his eyes, god his eyes, were doing that intense thing where they locked onto her like you were the only thing in the room worth looking at.

"you’re here," he said, leaning against the doorframe.

"you sounded desperate."

"i am desperate." he stepped aside to let you in. "i’ve been losing my mind."

you placed your keys down on his night stand and gave him your full attention.

"and i’m fucking done with this shit." he ran a hand through his hair, looking almost sheepish. "it’s been weeks thinking about you every single night until i couldn't breathe."

"that sounds like a you problem."

"it's about to be a you problem."

you laughed, but it came out breathier than intended. he was standing closer now, not touching her yet, but close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off his body.

you reached up and traced you’re finger along his jaw, feeling the scratch of stubble. he closed his eyes at the contact, a small exhale escaping him, and that tiny reaction sent a thrill through her. he was so wound up that even that barely-there touch was getting to him.

"then do something," she whispered.

his eyes opened, dark and hungry, and he pulled you against him in one fluid motion. his mouth found yours, and the kiss was nothing like the tentative ones you’d shared before. this was weeks of frustration poured into a single moment.

"i want to do something for you," you said, your fingers curling into the hem of his shirt.

he pulled back just enough to look at you. "like what?”

“this is about you tonight." you slid your hands under his shirt, palms flat against his stomach, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch. "you’ve been suffering for weeks. let me take care of you."

“y/n—“

“shut up and let me."

you pushed his shirt up and over his head, tossing it somewhere behind you. you traced your fingers down his chest, down his happy trail, stopping just above the waistband of his sweatpants.

he was already hard. that much was obvious through the thin grey fabric, the outline of him straining against the material. but what you noticed immediately was the dark spot at the front, a small wet patch that had already soaked through.

"oh my god, rani."

he groaned, tipping his head back against the wall. "i told you. i’ve been losing my mind. ive been leaking for days just thinking about you."

you hooked your fingers into his waistband and pulled the sweatpants down in one motion, leaving him in nothing but boxer briefs that did absolutely nothing to hide the situation. the wet spot was more visible now, a clear sign of just how deprived he'd been.

"you’re already making a mess and i haven't even touched you yet."

“i’m aware." his voice strained, almost pained. "every time you purposely teased me, which was constantly, i’d get hard and have to will it away. you have no idea what that does to a man."

you knelt in front of him slowly, looking up through your lashes. "then let me find out."

you pulled his boxer briefs down, and his cock sprang free, already glistening at the tip with pre-cum that had been building for days. he was so turned on that a thin strand of it connected to the fabric as she pulled it away, and she watched his jaw clench at the sight.

"don't tease me," he said through gritted teeth. "i swear to God, y/n, if you tease me right now I will not survive it."

"who said anything about teasing?"

you leaned forward and ran your tongue along the length of him, base to tip, tasting the salt of pre-cum that had already gathered there. the sound he made was somewhere between a groan and a growl, his hand flying to the wall behind him for support.

"fuck," he breathed. "fuck, fuck, fuck."

you took her time with him, wrapping your lips around the head and sucking gently, swirling your tongue in slow circles. he was already so sensitive from weeks of denial that every small movement made him twitch against her mouth. more pre-cum leaked onto your tongue, continuous and steady, and you realized he wasn't exaggerating, his body was absolutely overflowing, weeks of pent-up arousal leaking out in waves.

"you taste like you've been waiting for this," you murmured, pulling back just enough to speak.

"i have been waiting for this." his hand moved to your hair, not pushing, just resting there like he needed something to anchor himself. "every night, i thought about your mouth on me. thought about this."

you took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks and creating a slow, deliberate rhythm. his fingers tightened in your hair, hips jerking forward involuntarily before he caught himself.

"you have no idea how good this feels." his head was tipped back, throat exposed.

you took him back into your mouth, cutting off his words with the sensation, and he let out a broken moan that echoed off the bedroom walls. you could feel him getting harder against your tongue, which you hadn't even thought was possible. his thighs were trembling, and the pre-cum was constant now, slicking her lips and chin.

"i’m — if you keep going, i’m going to—"

you pulled off immediately, and the sound of frustration he made was almost comical.

"you said you wanted to feel good," you said, looking up at him with a deliberately innocent expression. "i didn't say i was going to let you finish yet."

he stared down at her, chest heaving, eyes wild.

"you held out for three weeks. you can hold out a little longer."

"i take it back. i was wrong. o made a terrible mistake. please—"

he grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward the mattress with a desperation that was genuinely flattering, practically throwing himself down and pulling you on top of him. you straddled his hips, feeling the hard length of him pressing against you through your thin pants, and he groaned at even that indirect contact.

"you’re still wearing too many clothes," he said, his hands already working at your pants.

he sat up, and she helped him pull her shirt over her head, then reached back to unclasp her bra. his eyes tracked every newly exposed inch of skin like he was memorizing it, and when she was bare from the waist up, he just stared for a moment.

"you’re so fucking beautiful," he said quietly. "you know that?"

"you can tell me again when i’m naked."

he laughed, a real laugh, surprised and genuine, and then took off your pants while you shook out of them.

"i need you," he said. "right now. i can't wait anymore."

"then don't."

he flipped you onto your back with a speed that knocked the breath out of you, settling between your thighs. you could feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance, already slick, the heat of him was almost unbearable.

"no condom?" you asked, not because you were worried, you’ve had the conversation before, but because you wanted to hear him say it.

"i want to feel you." his forehead pressed against yours. "i want to feel everything.”

"then get inside me."

he pushed forward, and you both groaned as he sank into you. he was thick enough that the stretch made you gasp, and he paused immediately.

"okay?"

"more than okay. keep going."

he slid the rest of the way in, bottoming out, and his arms shook as he held himself still. "you feel — god, you feel incredible. i’m not going to last."

“so let go.”

"no, i want—i want this to be good for you too—"

you grabbed his face and pulled him down for a kiss. "rani. you’ve been losing your mind for three weeks. let go."

he started moving, and the pace he set was anything but gentle. his hips snapped forward with a desperation that was almost feral, each thrust deep and hard and uncoordinated in the way that only genuine need could produce.

"fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, burying his face in your neck.

you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and the angle shift made you cry out. he hit something inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids, and he noticed immediately, adjusting to hit that spot again and again.

"there?" he asked, voice rough.

"right there, don't stop—"

"never. i’m never stopping. i’m never doing that stupid bet again." his thrusts were getting harder, more erratic, and you could feel him throbbing inside you.

"i’m close," you gasped.

“me too." he was sweating now, damp hair falling across his forehead, and the look on his face was somewhere between agony and ecstasy.

"do it."

you clenched around him as your orgasm hit, and the sensation ripped through you in waves that made your vision blur. he followed almost instantly, a broken sound tearing from his throat as he buried himself as deep as possible.

three weeks of pent-up frustration poured out of him in a way that was almost overwhelming, and he kept thrusting weakly through it, riding out every last wave.

"holy shit," he breathed, collapsing on top of you without pulling out. "holy shit."

he laughed against your neck, the vibration of it humming through her skin. "i’m never doing no nut november again. that was the worst decision of my life."

"you say that now, but you're the one who agreed to it in the first place."

later that night ron picked up his phone from his nightstand as you slept soundly.

ron is typing…

ron: who do i give the 10 bands?

i’ve been working on this for a week omg