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Bad Timing - Noah Centineo Imagine Part II

Author: @sweet-pea-channie

Pairings: Noah Centineo x Reader

Warnings: little bit of fighting, confession, alcohol, smut 18+, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids!), oral (female receiving), orgasm denial, overstimulation, swearing

Summary: After Y/N ended the relationship she had with Noah, thanks to a big fight, she starts her new life. With a new job, new city and her own place. One night she meets the one and only who broke her heart.

Words: 6,5k+

A/N: soooooo, here it is! I’m sorry that it took me so long. I wanted to publish this yesterday but a storm (you could say it was a tiny tornado) cancelled my plans. We had no water, no electricity, no internet and no signal at all. Trees were torn out and blocked every possible way to our small little village and the other ones around. But yeah... less talking more action! Here is part two of ‘Bad Timing’. Hope you like it :) And yes there is a keep reading! I can’t help you if tumblr is f!cking it up again...

Part 1 - Masterlist

Read part one here before you continue reading!

„Yeah, sorry. I’m on my way, I’ll be there in a few minutes, I just have to finish this. I can’t leave until I got the calculation for Mr. Whitaker,” you mumbled, holding the receiver between your shoulder and ear.

“Come on, Y/N. You can probably finish it on Monday, he won’t even notice,” your best friend whined. “Plus, I’ve been waiting for you for twenty minutes now. People are probably thinking that someone stood me up.”

“I’m sorry, Liz, but this had to be done yesterday. You should’ve seen Mr. Whitaker’s face today when it wasn’t done. He was furious. I can’t postpone this any longer,” you sighed as you typed some more numbers in the system. “Maybe you can find some attractive guy and enjoy the night with him.”

“Hm,” Liz summed while she looked around the bar. “There are some cute guys around here, indeed. But I’ll be waiting for you here. Hurry up, lil bean.”

Liz hung up and left you alone to your work. It was late in the evening, everyone except the security guy at the entrance had already left for the weekend, it was just you up in the office.

It took you another thirty minutes until you had all the calculations right for Mr. Whitaker. With your head on the table and your hands balled to fists next to it you let out a big sigh and mumbled to yourself, “I need a tequila.”

One last glance at the watch on your wrist convinced you to join Liz at the bar. So you shut down your computer and grabbed your coat, putting it on while you walked to the elevators. Once the doors of the elevator shut, you saw what a mess you were. Your hair was sticking to different directions and your lipstick was worn off except for the lip liner.

You sighed again and rummaged through your purse until you found your lipstick and applied it on. On the remaining way down you combed through your ponytail with your fingers and smoothed your slags. The bell ringed and the doors of the elevators opened before you rushed out.

“Have a good night Ms. Y/L/N,” said the security guard Mr. Johnson as you left the building. You smiled at him and said your goodbye as you walked out.

The fresh night air hit your face while you walked down the side walk to get to the car park as soon as possible. It was a horror day for you, so all you wanted to do was drown a few shots, have a good night and then sleep until it would be too late to eat breakfast anymore.

Speeding down the streets of LA, you realized that you missed those kinds of nights back in Phoenix, where you lived the past few years. But it wasn’t the future that you were imaginating. Phoenix wasn’t your city, it was LA, where you grew up and left all your friends and family behind. But you needed a fresh start, so you moved to another state as soon as you finished studying. You always promised your best friend to move in with her in LA once you finished university but you couldn’t go back. It all reminded you of him, Noah. You had your several dates, some men even got another date, some even a third one, but nothing serious happened.

Once you made it to the bar, you parked your car on the side of the street just around the corner and checked yourself in the mirror of your rear view. You applied some lipstick and loosened the tight ponytail and let your hair fall down your shoulders.

You walked through the doors of your favorite bar and looked around, searching for your dark haired friend. It didn’t take you long to find her. She was sitting at the back of the bar with two men by her side. You rolled your eyes at her and walked through the mass of people, pushing your way to the back.

“There you are!” she exclaimed as you made it to their table. “Thought you’d dump me.”

“Nah, I really need a drink right now,” you replied and sat down next to her.

“Guys, this is Y/N. She’s my bestie. Y/N, this is Kali and his friend Fyre. Remember, I told you about Kali once or twice.”

“Yeah right, you’re the guitar guy, am I right?” you asked the blonde guy sitting right in front of you.

Kali nodded, about to tell you something when one of the waitresses made her way over to your table. “Anything else for you guys?”

“Just give us another round please,” Kali replied and raised his empty bottle of beer. “Or do you want something else?”

“Nah, that’s fine with me,” you answered and smiled at the waitress before she walked away.

“So, I heard you just had a big gig the other night,” you started a conversation with the boys. “Are you also playing in his band?”

“Unfortunately, I can’t play any instruments,” Fyre laughed. “But Kali over here is a guitar god! You should see him perform one day.”

“Yeah, Y/N! Why don’t we join them on his next gig?” Liz asked you full of euphoria, leaning against Kali’s side. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders looked at you with hoping eyes. “It would be fun.”

“Okay, yeah, why not?” you laughed and grabbed your bottle of beer that the waitress just put in front of you. Fyre raised his bottle and clinked his bottle with yours.

Nearly two hours had passed and you were down to your fifth beer. Nothing you couldn’t handle. Fyre and Kali were cool guys, the type of guys your friend Liz was looking for, but not you. Fyre tried to come closer to you once or twice while Liz and Kali were deep in their own conversations.

It was late and you were trying to find and excuse to leave, but Liz wouldn’t let you go. “Anyone in for another round of shots?” you asked, hoping that the more alcohol you put in Liz’s system, the more tired she would get.

Liz cheered and raised her hands up in the air, “You know exactly how to make me happy, Y/N!”

You laughed and grabbed your purse, heading for the bar. You could’ve waited for another waitress but you wanted to be alone for just a second.

“Can I get four shots of your strongest liquor, please?” you asked the bartender. He nodded and placed for empty glasses in front of you, filling it with some brown liquor.

“Wow, Y/N. Must’ve been a really tough day, huh?”

You turned your head to your left, your eyes widened as you saw the dark mop of hair, followed by those brown teddy bear eyes that you loved so much, a smirk on his lips, surrounded by 5-o-clock-shadow.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, the words barely louder than a whisper.

“Well, I could ask you the same, Y/N. It was you who moved away, after all.”

“I’m sorry, Noah, but I have to get back to my friends,” you said and grabbed the four glasses, ready to walk away when his hand grabbed your wrist and stopped you from leaving.

“I know you, Y/N. And I could see it in your face that you were trying to find a way out. Why don’t you just stay here with me? We could talk, tell each other what we missed those few years. And… your friend over there doesn’t seem to notice that you are gone,” he whispered in your ear, looking over your shoulder to see Liz enjoying herself way too much.

You sighed and looked back at Noah. He was giving you a delicate smile, raising his brows to ask for your answer. “So?”

“Alright,” you gave in and put the shots back on the counter. “But then we have to drink those.”

“With pleasure,” he answered and sat down next to you on one of those bar stools. He grabbed two shots and placed them in front of him. He took the first shot and raised it, waiting for you to grab yours. You raised your eyebrows and raised the first glass, clinked it with his before you drowned it. Noah did the same, squishing his eyes together. “What the hell is that?”

“It’s called Berry Whipped,” you answered and took the second shot. “It’s basically just whipped cream vodka with strawberry vodka and a splash of grenadine.”

“Ugh, I thought you were never into vodka?”

“Well, a lot of things can change in five years,” you sassed, waiting for him to take the second shot.

Noah laughed and shook his head.

“What?”

“Five years,” he mumbled and reached for his glass. “You don’t remember?” he asked as he saw your reaction, or better lack of reaction. “Wow.”

Before you could register what was going on, he had already drowned the second one and put the glass upside down on the bar in such a severe way. “Give me another one!” he shouted at the bartender. The bartender refilled his glass, which Noah drowned in a second.

“You know, if you wanted to ignore me, I could’ve just gone back to my friends,” you retorted and hopped of the stool.

“Okay, wait,” Noah said and grabbed your wrist again. “Why don’t we start from the beginning?”

“It’s quite hard to start from the beginning with all that happened in our lives, our past relationship,” you told him, pronouncing that everything that ever happened between you was now in your past.

Noah ignored your statement and let go of you before he held his hand in front of you saying, “Hi, my name’s is Noah and your lovely name is…?” he asked you charming.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand, shaking it. “Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“Come on, Noah. Are we really doing this right now?” you sighed and rolled your eyes at him.

“Yes. I mean, it was you who said that we should’ve met five years later!”

“And it was you who said to make ten years out of it!” you shoot back at him.

“So you do remember!”

“Yes, of course, I remember! How could I not? These were the last words I said to you before we broke off.”

“We broke off? I think you’re getting this wrong. You walked out that door without letting me explain it. You threw the towel! You ended our relationship, not me!” Noah justified, his voice was slowly raising.

“Yeah, because you weren’t fighting for our relationship anymore!”

“And who says that? I just fulfilled my dreams of becoming an actor and you weren’t supporting me like I hoped you would do,” he revealed. “I was busy and yeah, I wasn’t the guy you once dated back then but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t love you anymore. Why couldn’t we just talk about it?”

“Because you were always gone! Either you were filming, on press tours or spending time with your friends instead of me. I always tried to visit you in LA when I had the time to. I know that long distance relationships are difficult and hard to master, but I was willing to and I couldn’t get the feeling out of my head that you weren’t,” you confessed. Your voice was slowly getting quieter with every word you spoke and Noah realized that this wasn’t the right place to have this kind of conversation.

“Okay, before this is getting out of hand, and I don’t mean it in the wrong way, why don’t we head out of here? Talk about it at a quiet place? A bar might not be right place and a coffee shop as well!” he said before you would suggest a coffee shop like you always would.

“What do you say? My place or yours?”

“Depends on where you live right now… but honestly, I’d prefer my place, so I can kick you out when I want to,” you replied.

“Right,” Noah sighed and put some money on the counter. “Do we have to take a cap?”

“You can drive my car. I had to many beers and no I don’t want to say goodbye to Liz. She’s only going to stop me.”

“So she knows all about me?” Noah asked, raising his brows.

“Everything that she needs to know, yes.”

“Great.”

“So this is where you live now? Hermosa Beach?” Noah asked once you made it to your place. He parked your car at the garage that you shared with others living in your complex.

“Yeah. I’ve been looking for a place for quite a time and this was the first apartment that wasn’t too expensive and too far away from work.”

“Where did you live meanwhile? I mean after you graduated? Or did you move right back here?” he questioned.

“Is this twenty questions?”

“Come on, Y/N. We haven’t seen each other for years. I want to know what I missed,” he replied as you opened the door to your apartment.

“You want to know what you missed? Well it wasn’t much! And no I haven’t been in a serious relationship once we… or should I say I broke things off? But in case you are being serious right now… I moved to Phoenix once I graduated but it wasn’t the place where I wanted to settle and grow old, so I moved back here like eight months ago. What about you?” you asked, getting rid of your shoes before you sat on your big L-shaped couch with your legs crossed.

Noah sat down next to you and mimicked your actions. So there you sat, both criss-crossed on your couch, staring at each other.

“Do you want to drink anything? I think I’ve got half a bottle of red wine left,” you asked the big boy who was now grown into a man.

You had to be honest, he was still looking fine. Hell even better than before. Age just hit him in the right places. He got buffer, his arms and legs weren’t as tenuous as before. He gained some weight but not too much. He grew his facial hair out but it wasn’t too long. But the most important thing: he still made you nervous… in a good way.

“Sure,” he said, ripping you out of your thoughts.

You nodded and got back up, making your way to the kitchen to get two glasses of wine. On the way there, you didn’t miss Noah’s glances. He wouldn’t let you out of his sight like this would be the last time he’d get to see you.

“Thanks,” Noah smiled when you gave him a glass of red wine. As you sat back down, you raised your glass before you took a sip. “So, you didn’t answer my question.”

“Right,” Noah remembered and set the glass on your coffee table. “Well, I still live here in LA, but I moved to another neighborhood. People were finding out where I lived and sooner or later a lot of fans were waiting in front of the complex, some even made their way in. That’s when I decided to move and get a house instead of an apartment. It’s not the biggest house, like Eminem has,” he joked, “But it’s decent. There’s enough space for me and my family in case they’re staying over.”

“Sounds nice… well, you know, getting a house, not the fans following you around… you know what I mean,” you rolled your eyes at yourself.

Noah laughed and nodded. “It is.”

And that’s when the both of you fell into an awkward silence. You knew what was about to happen. You were finally talking about your relationship and the way things ended. You knew that the conversation before was just small talk, trying to forgo the serious subject.

“Sooo…,” Noah started while he played with the blanket that was folded neatly beside him. “Why did you ignore my texts? I wrote you tons of messages, Y/N.”

You sighed. “I read every single one of them, but I couldn’t answer. I just couldn’t. I knew that I’d just come back to you, but I didn’t want to have my heart broken a second time.”

“Heart broken? Are you serious? You walked out, you left me standing there without any explanation.”

“Yes, you broke my heart! I remember your words clearly. You said that our relationship changed in a bad way. There was nothing left to fight for. It was done, Noah,” you said cold. You promised yourself not to go through that pain again. “It was good while it lasted, but once it was just one sided, not so much.”

“It wasn’t one sided, Y/N,” Noah mumbled.

“Oh come on, Noah. Let’s be real for just a moment. You enjoyed your new life so much, that you forgot about me!”

“I’d never forget about you!” he defended himself, his voice slowly rising.

“Okay, let me put it in another way. I wasn’t your priority like I used to be. Hell, it felt like you put me last. And I didn’t want to be treated that way.”

Noah sighed, his head dropped so he was looking at his lap where he still played with his fingers. “Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked with his head hung low and a hint of regret in his voice.

You tried to tell him lots of times. You even had a fully planned conversation in your mind, but every time you wanted to say something, you couldn’t find the right words, like your vocal cords were made of stone. “I tried.”

You didn’t know how or why, but a single tear rolled down your cheek. “I tried so many times, but I just couldn’t find the right words to tell you that I didn’t feel loved anymore.”

“If you had just told me, Y/N! I would’ve told you how much I love you!”

“Yeah, but those three words would’ve been forced then and that’s not the same,” you mumbled as Noah slowly raised his head. His brown orbs stared into yours and immediately softened when he saw the tears filling your eyes.

“Y/N,” he said, his features clouded with sadness. His hands reached forward, carefully grabbing your face before he wiped away the tears with his thumb. “Please don’t cry.”

You forced a smile just as another tear rolled down your face. Noah was about to say something until he snapped his mouth shut and stood up, walking away. He returned with a box of tissues that he found on your kitchen counter and gave them to you.

“Okay, I might have to try this another way. There’s only one reason why I asked you to sit with me at the bar and do you want to know why?” Noah asked as he sat back down next to you.

You grabbed a tissue and carefully wiped the tears away, trying not to smudge any more of your mascara. “Why?” you asked, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

“Because every time I saw a new photo of you that you posted online on Instagram, I still got this feeling. And today, when I saw you for the first time after we broke up, I knew that I was still smitten for you,” he confessed, studying your face.

To say that his statement left you unimpaired would be a total lie. Your jaw dropped, only just a little bit before your mouth set in a hard line, your eyes closing. “No. No, you can’t say that. Not right now.”

“Why not?” he asked with his brows knitting.

“Because you just can’t, Noah! All those years, all the time, I tried to get over you! I told myself so many times that no matter what, I’d stay away from you. But-“

“But what?”

“But now… hearing you say those words... it’s like I’m falling for you again.”

Noah didn’t need another word, he knew that he had to go all in, he had to risk everything! He grabbed your face and pressed his lips against yours.

Your eyes were wide open with surprise, your hands were on his shoulders in a second, ready to push him away, but your heart was quicker than your mind and so you pulled him close. You were kissing him back, carefully. His lips were chapped and dry but it didn’t matter. Noah furrowed his brows, giving everything into the kiss that he could, even though it was just a simple kiss.

You pulled away, being unable to open your eyes for a few moments afterward. Noah had his hands still on your face, trying to figure out if that just really happened. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his breath hot on your face.

You finally opened your eyes and saw how close he was. “It’s okay,” you replied and slowly backed away. “It kind of missed this.”

“Really?!” he asked while his eyes lit up.

You just nodded your head, watching every body movement of his. His hands were shaking, just a little bit, but it was enough to show you that he was nervous as hell. He was scared to be left standing alone once again. He couldn’t go through it one more time.

“And… I want to do it again,” you said in hushed tones.

He shut his eyes and a corner of his mouth lifted, before he mumbled something to himself, which you didn’t quite catch. As he reopened his eyes, desire glowed in them.

It was you this time who initiated the kiss. Grabbing his shirt by the collar, you pulled him against you. Your bodies were so close, you could feel his heart pounding. One last smile of yours and Noah was smitten for you before you pressed your lips against his.

Noah didn’t waste time, his one hand found your face, while the other was wrapped around your waist, holding onto your back. His tongue traced over your lips, a small whimper leaving them. Your entire body froze for a moment, the feeling of kissing your loved one took over your whole body.

Noah stopped and pulled you away, whispering something against your lips, “Are you sure you…”

“Yes, I am,” you replied and changed your position. You swung your left leg over his lap and straddled him. His hands left your lower back and found its new place on your thighs.

“I have to ask you something before we rush things here,” he said in a hushed tone, his eyes scanning over your face.

“What it is?”

“I just can’t shake the feeling away that once the sun rises, you’ll ignore me again and this time it will be me who gets his heart broken,” he confessed while his grip on your thighs got tighter.

You sighed and dropped your hands that were on his shoulders. You stared into his eyes that were filled with insecurity. “Okay, why don’t we grab something for breakfast tomorrow? And no matter what happens, we’ll talk about it, alright? I’m sorry that I walked away the last time. I just… I had no energy left to fight for the relationship any longer. I was tired of it and I saw no other option than to walk away from you. I guess, I never realized that I hurt you as well. I’m sorry that I was so naïve, I just thought that you had better things to do.”

“Y/N, I gotta be honest with you. Yes, you hurt me, but I realized it once it was too late. It took me weeks after you left to realize that something was missing, that you were missing in my life. Of course, we were falling apart and yes, I was getting used to see you only a few times a year. But that doesn’t mean that it hurt me less. You can ask my mom or Tay. I was a wreck and seeing that you left my texts on read hurt even more. I knew that you had moved on, it was the only explanation why you didn’t answer me. It was weeks, even months after we broke things off. And when you unblocked me on social media, I saw your happy face. You were happy in New York and I followed your path until you graduated two years later and that’s when I knew that I had to move on as well. But that doesn’t mean that I didn’t love you anymore. I had loved you all the time, through all the years and …I still do.”

“Noah,” you whispered and grabbed his hands while you were still straddling his lap. “Maybe, if we had just talked about it, everything would’ve been okay. We both fucked up, that’s for sure, but what if this is our second chance?”

“Then I won’t fuck it up again,” he tattled and pulled you against his upper body with his hands in yours.

It was the prettiest smile Noah saw on your face, he could’ve stared at it the whole night. The goosebumps on his arms wouldn’t fade away. Your smile was contagious. His eyes drank you up the same way they always did, looking over your face with the aid of the moonlight from outside, glittering across your skin.

Noah’s warm lips kissed against your collarbones, against the crook of your neck and everywhere he could reach while his fingers touched over the arch of your back, tracing against your spine to bring your body as deep into his as he could. The warmth of your body against his had him purring deep into the curve of your jaw, but perhaps it was also the way your fingers raked through his curls.

“Kiss me or don’t, you know I always hated it you teased,” you snarled.

He granted the kiss you deserved, swallowing the heavy sigh you fed him. He slipped his tongue past your lips, wanting to taste you. Your nails dig further into his neck, surely leaving behind a mark or two along. Tugging at his hair as you fell apart, his mouth hovered over your face, watching your features contort with pleasure. He adored you extremely at that moment. His plump lips ghosted over yours once again, swallowing your moans and he groaned at the vibration.

Amusement tugged at his lips as his fingers played with the line of your pants, finding it endearing how casual this was for you two. If you couldn’t judge his eagerness by the way his fingers touched over the curve of your body, you could definitely tell by the pressure underneath you, the straining in his pants that pressed against you.

He leaned back against the rest, deep in your cool couch and looked up at you while your fingers fiddled with the buckle of his black leather belt. You were taking your sweet time, though, so when you finally did get it undone, Noah had grown impatient. He pushed you off his lap and pulled you with him while he mumbled one simple word, “Bedroom.”

You hurried down the hall, desperate to reach your bedroom. Noah was so hungry for you that he pulled at your intertwined hands and pulled you against his body. You gasped as you stumbled along, your feet moving backwards without you thinking about it because you were too busy touching to pay attention to where you stepped.

His soft lips grazed against yours. His feather light touch ignited the same hunger inside you that he was already desiring.

You felt Noah’s hand entangle in your hair, his fingers soothingly rubbing against your scalp as he deepened the kiss. A soft whimper echoes around the room as his tongue traced along your bottom lip. You immediately granted him access, letting out a moan of desire as our tongues dances together.

His skin grazed against your waist as his hands hungrily roamed. Noah was intent on fully worshiping your body. At that moment, the closeness between your two forms was the only thing that mattered to him. He craved your contact after all those years as if he was starving without you by his side; only your touch could reaffirm his existence.

His grip tightened around your waist as he pulled you up to his protective hold. It was as if he feared you’d fade away before his eyes, run away like the last time.

You pulled away for a moment, opening the door to your bedroom while you peeled away his shirt as you ran your hand over his sculpted chest, your touch lingering against him. His hands gripped the bottom of your shirt as he slowly pulled it off, exposing your beauty.

His eyes stayed on your breasts, covered with a thin laced bralette before his gaze fixated on yours as he gently pushed you on your bed.

You blushed under the intensity of his gaze. Noah’s brown eyes could always make you feel completely loved.

He bent down on front of you to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. At that moment only the two of you mattered.

You shivered as his hands traveled down your arms, softly pushing you back until you were laying on your back. Noah hovered over you, taking his weigh of you with his hands on either side of your face.

You let out a soft moan as his mouth attached to your neck, enthusiastically sucking and nipping at your skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to pull him even closer to you. Noah groaned against your skin, pressing a final kiss on your collarbone before his lips trailed down your body.

Noah’s hands sneaked behind your back, unclipping your bra while his lips traveled further down your stomach, his warm breath heating your skin.

As he got rid of your bra, his lips found their way to your left nipple, sucking and licking on it while he paid the same attention to the right one with his hand.

“You’re still so beautiful,” he mumbled against your nipple before he took the right one in between his lips. His teeth grazed it carefully, earning a moan from your lips. Your hands tangled in his dark locks, pulling at it whenever you felt another sensation running through your spine.

Noah released your nipple with an audible pop and peers up at you with a lustful gaze. Tearing of his pants, you shot up and fumbled his with boxers in excitement and pulled out his hardened cock already dripping with precum. You pump his length and try to get down on your knees to blow him but he stopped you with a firm grip on your wrist. “It’s not about me tonight. I’m here to make you feel better,” he insisted.

You bit on your lower lip, leaning back on your elbows as his eyes darkened while he unbuttoned your jeans. He glanced down and chewed uncertainly at his bottom lip. With your eager nod, Noah ripped your panties down and dropped to his knees immediately, tugging your jeans and panties fully down as he did. He barely gave you time to breath before he’s urging your legs apart, his strong hands on your thighs and you throw your head back at the first touch of Noah’s mouth on your inner thigh. He kisses up the one thigh and down the other, avoiding the one place where you desperately needed him, the teasing and closeness making you aware of how wet you already were.

“Noah,” you moaned as you got back up on your elbows, watching his lustful eyes as they stared up at you. “Teasing! You’re teasing again!”

Before you could say something else, Noah pushed you back and licked your folds, flattening his tongue and repeating the action as you finally cry out, covering your mouth with your palm in attempt to hold back your noises. Noah didn’t waste any time and ran his tongue over your core again and again as you shake above him, gripping his hair a little too tight but he didn’t seem to mind. When his tongue dipped into your entrance you whine loudly, your hips jerking against his face, pushing his tongue as deep as he can within you before retreating to lick at your clit with just enough pressure to drive you mad.

“Oh fuck, Noah! Your mouth!” you cry out loud as your hands gripped the white sheets underneath you.

At the first press of Noah’s fingers against your core you arched your back, your hips pressing against his fingers. His lips left your nub, traveling up your body until they were back on yours. You could taste yourself on his lips, but the sensation was too much that you could care about it.

“’m so close,” you moaned as his pace quickened, his fingers pushing in and out of you in a rush until they stopped.

“No!” you whined. “Why’d you stop?”

“I want you to come around me, dove,” Noah says, eyes flashing dangerously when he stared at you. Your hands tensed in his hair again while you wrapped your legs around his waist, your wet center pressing against his bulge in his boxers. Noah cursed against your lips as they were still ghosting over your plump and swollen ones, while he struggled to get his boxers off.

You pulled yourself further up your bed until your head was resting on your pillow, giving Noah his time to pull his strong legs out of his boxers. “Do we need a condom?”

You shook your head, “I’m good to go, I’m on my pill.”

Noah smirked as he climbed up the bed to tower over you and held his erection loosely in his hand. His other hand was tight on your hip as his lips brushed your ear. “Are you ready?”

“For you always.”

Your hands were shaking as Noah pushed into you slowly, kissing along your neck as he bottomed out and you moaned loudly at the feeling. Noah didn’t move at first, waiting for you to get adjusted to the feeling of being this close. He gathered your hair and let it fall over one shoulder while he continued to trail his lips along your neck.

“Please,” you begged. “Move.”

Noah’s pace was slow but powerful. His thrusts took away your breath and made your head spin until you managed to hiss harder. Noah accepted your plea and quickened his pace, thrusting harder into you. Pulling almost completely out, Noah thrust back into you hard. He quickly set a brutal pace, the sounds coming from where your bodies met was loud and pornographic.

“Good?” he asked, changing his position from his elbows up so he was holding his weigh on his hands. You gripped at the sheets as Noah pounded into you. Every bump adding uncountable amount of pleasure.

“So, ah, good,” you moaned and threw your head backwards at the feeling of his whole cock deep in your cunt. Noah took advantage of it to scrape his teeth against your collarbones once more. You desperately tried to keep your voice low.

You pulled your knees up, wrapping your calves around his thighs. “Fuck,” Noah groaned at the new angle you were giving him access to. “You feel so good around me, fuck!”

He pulled you closer, changing the position because it was too much for him and he knew that he wouldn’t last long if he would fuck you like this any longer. Noah was now sitting on his knees, your thighs straddling his and you sat in his lap, cock tip against your wet folds. You bit your lips, rears spilling from your eyes in pure despair.

Noah felt you pulsate around him as you rode his cock. He couldn’t see your eyes because they had rolled back into your head. You felt like you could explode from all the pleasure.

You held onto his shoulder as he was helping you ride his dick with his hands on your bum, always hitting your g-spot.

“Oh fuck, I’m close,” you nearly sob, picking up the perfect pace to make you cum in a few seconds. Already on edge from earlier, sparks were setting in your fingertips. Your body shook as you felt the precipice on the horizon, begging you to fall.

Noah picked up the pace, his one hand bending in between your bodies until he found your clit, rubbing hard against it.

“Shit, Noah!” you cried out as your head fell on his shoulder, biting softly into it as you felt your orgasm coming closer. You opened your mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Like the sting in the balls of your feet after a messy jump, your orgasm ripped through your body.

Noah moaned loud for you as your walls were milking him. He fucked you through your orgasm, pushing you higher and higher with every thrust of his hips.

You pushed his hand away as the feeling was too much for you, your legs were shaking uncontrollably.

Carefully pushing you back down on your back, Noah needed a few more thrusts and clamps of your walls until his face was buried in your neck, a soft and quiet moan leaving his lips. His thrusts got sloppier and messier as he was reaching his high. His white and hot seed filling you to the rim.

As he allowed the last few waves of his orgasm to ride out, you brought your hands up to trace along his jaw. Your eyes were locked as you spread your legs, coming down from your high. Noah stared at you, trying to read your face while he was still deep in you, cum dripping down your thighs.

He was so glad that this happened now that you were in his grasp, you would never escape. Noah caressed your body until he pulled out and crawled to the edge of your bed. Pushing himself up, he walked to your dresser and turned his head, looking at you with a questioning face, “Towel?”

“Lower shelf,” you breathed out, still trying to catch your breath.

You watched him as he grabbed a towel and cleaned you up afterwards. Throwing the towel to the rest of your clothes, he pulled at your sheets and motioned for you to lie underneath. Noah laid down next to you and pulled you closer against him. You laid your head down on his chest and listened to his heartbeat for a while. It took him a few minutes until his heartbeat was steady, the round of sex left him in a complete mess.

“I really missed you,” Noah broke the silence.

You huffed, turning in his hold on you so you were on your side looking at him. “Noah, I’m sorry, I…”

“Please don’t say that you regret it.”

“No, I don’t. I’m sorry that I walked away. I shouldn’t have done it and now I realized that I was so stupid and… why don’t you leave a toothbrush here at my place?”

Noah chuckled, he really thought that you were going to throw him out, maybe even yell at him again, but he couldn’t go through that once more.

“I’d love to.”

#noah centineo #noah centineo imagine #noah imagine #noah centineo au #noah centineo one shot #noah au #noah one shot #noah centineo x reader #noah x reader #tatbilb #peter kavinsky #peter kavinsky imagine #peter kavinsky au #peter kavinsky x reader #covinsky #the perfect date #the fosters #centieo #noah cent

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goodproofingwater · 5 years

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A Wake Up Call - Noah Centineo x Reader

Word count: 1508

Requested by: anon - “Noah with a short girl”

Warnings: graphic sexual content

Soft dreams of pillowy kisses and warm touches were broken by a hiss of running water, the force of the power shower in the hotel hitting the marble of the walls making you flinch as it woke you. You had just about gotten used to the amount of hotels you had to stay in being with one of the most popular actors in the world, but it was still strange to wake up in a new place almost every other morning.

It had settled down since he had started filming to all the boys 2, with the production company putting him up in a hotel suite close to set and allowing him to stay there for the entirety of filming. Still, when you opened your eyes to starched white sheets you longed for home, the cotton that so delicately caressed both you and Noah’s sunkissed skin, the large window which blew the breeze softly through his curls as he woke you up with kisses down your body.

Squinting at the clock on the bedside table, you let out a soft groan as you saw the time, 5:30am - far too early for your liking but you knew he needed to be on set by 7 and liked to give himself time to get ready. He always allowed extra time in the morning when you were staying with him, and it would have been cute if he didn’t usually spend the extra half an hour making your lips quiver and your back arch.

And just like that, you had an idea. Standing from the sheets, you let the silk slip you had worn the previous evening fall from your body, your small frame effortlessly allowing so. You used to be self conscious about your height, but Noah had fixed that. He was incredibly tall compared to you, but always made sure to make you feel good about it, whether that was by picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, or by towering over you and kissing your neck as he thrust into you from behind.

His croaky just-woken-up voice softly sang to How Far I’ll Go from Moana, and you almost didn’t want to interrupt him with such flagrant intentions as he entrancingly sang it word for word. You shut the door to the bathroom a little louder than you would have in order to announce yourself somewhat, and he finished washing shampoo from his hair as he looked up at you, a smile cracking his features.

“Hey baby, coming in?” He turned and you let your eyes move over him, that glorious bronzed skin, the veins on his arms and his hip which beckoned you along with the running water past his tan lines. If you hadn’t already had the intentions you had settled on, you would have now. The way his eyes fell over your body made you even more hungry for him, his bottom lip catching in his teeth as you moved through the open space and behind the glass screen with him.

“You wake up in a mood?” He licked his lips, pushing hair from your eyes as water began to ran over your own body, the warmth eliciting a soft moan from your lips and you couldn’t help but let your eyes dark to the way he was already hardening for you.

“Yeah babe.. was dreaming of your lips all over my body.. your fingers gripping at my skin..” his lips parted as his hands gripped at your waist, his neck ducking to run his lips softly against your own as you spoke. You knew how much he loved dirty talk, how he loved hearing such nefarious words slipping from what looked like such innocent lips. It had been the mixture of how short and cute you were paired with your penchant for cursing and being blunt that had drawn him to you in the first place.

“Well I guess we’ll just have to make that happen huh?” He smirked, a hand moving to run along your jaw, a thumb running along your bottom lip as he bit his own, “you gonna be a good girl for me?”

You felt your knees weakening at the question and you nodded, looking up at him with innocent eyes. Before you had time to comprehend what was happening, he had squatted down and picked you up by your thighs, your legs now resting on his shoulders as you desperately gripped at the wall and the shower head.

“Jesus Noah what..” and then his mouth was on you, his tongue running from entrance to clit as he warmed you up, sucking your clit into his mouth as you moaned and gripped his hair. “Oh fuck..”

Your head fell back against the wall as you tugged on his hair, the constant fright of falling not allowing you to fully enjoy his mouth but he was so good that even being half aware was amazing. The good thing about being 5-foot-something was that he could put you in positions like this and it was totally fine.

He smirked up at you as he began to move his tongue in circles exactly the way you liked it, and you were having trouble keeping your hips from moving against his mouth when he gripped your waist again, sliding you down the wall in a move that made you shiver. The marble was colder than you had anticipated in such a warm shower but his dominance sent a chill down your spine that had nothing to do with temperature.

You had expected him to put you down and turn the shower off or fall to your knees, instead he moved your legs to wrap around his waist, his eyes darting between you as he lined up his now fully erect shaft with your dripping pussy.

He gave no warning as he sank into you to the hilt, the movement making your head fall back again against the marble and you clung to him for dear life as he pressed his body against you.

“God I’ll never get over how tight your pussy is…” he groaned against your lips, and you whimpered in response, his hands moving to hold your legs up as he began to move slowly from you, almost completely separating your bodies.

“Noah baby please..” you moaned, looking between you and biting down hard on your lip at the sight of his long member still inside of you.

“What’s that baby?” He croaked, his husky voice wrapping around each syllable as he looked down at you with an expression that would have been innocent if he wasn’t teasing you by pushing the tip of his shaft in and out of you.

“P-please fuck me..” you moaned, gripping his shoulders as he got a little deeper, and you looked up at him with desperate eyes as you attempted to move your hips and almost slipped.

You chuckled together and he shook his head, licking his lips once more, “alright baby I’ll give you what you want, but you gotta let me take control of this one okay? You’re too small to balance properly and I don’t want you falling and hurting yourself.”

You nodded up at him, pulling yourself up a little so that you could meet his waiting lips, his body pressing you against the wall once more as every inch filled you until your eyes rolled back in your head. He wasted no time in his movements, using his body and his hands to keep you steady as he fucked you into the wall, the constant stream of warm water hitting your clit almost perfectly. You wondered if this was a coincidence until a large hand moved to point the shower more directly at your pussy, and he tried a few settings before settling on the original one and smirking at the reaction it earned him.

It felt absolutely incredible. The mixture of his shaft perfectly moving up into you and the water pressure sent you over the edge far quicker than either of you had expected by the proud look on his face, and he buried his face into your neck as he thrust hard up into your body. His hips slammed sloppily against yours as he came hard for you, your orgasm subsiding when he began to softly gently, although he allowed the beautiful moment of melding to continue until your legs began to fall from him.

Holding onto your waist, he bent a little to ensure you could stand before he stood himself, changing the shower to a more gentle setting as the water washed the two of you clean of the mornings sin.

Wrapping your arms around his neck he smiled down at you, kissing you gently under the steady water flow and running his nose softly against yours.

“And there I was thinking I was gonna give you a day off from morning sex..” he grinned, kissing you softly once more and you chuckled.

“Please… this is the best part of the day…”

#Lauren writes #one shot #noah centineo #noah centineo request #noah centieo fluff #noah centineo smut #noah centineo imagine #100+#200+

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love-condorcentineofanbrasi-blog · 6 years

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#noah centieo #noah #centineo #covinskybr #peter kavinsky #peter #kavinsky #para todos os garotos que já amei #To All the Boys I've Loved Before #man #smile #jesus foster #jesus #foster #the fosters #the #fosters #love #brasil

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queenwille · 6 years

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like is Noah centieo for reAL

#that boy is a dream #i swear #noah centineo

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hollywoodsecretstarters · 3 years

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Let’s spread the love → February Starters

Liam Payne [new]

Noah Centieo [new]

Dylan O’brien [new]

Hero Fiennes-Tiffin [new]

Elisabeth Olsen

Hailey Baldwin

Josephine Langford

Justin Bieber

Felix Kjellberg

Zendaya

Rihanna

Vanessa Hudgens

Charlie Gillespie

#hsecretsstarter

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youngfcs · 6 years

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Landry Bender + Noah Centieo como casal?

Eu só consigo ver o Noah comigo! É real isso DFIAUSDHFUI

mas acho que dá eles sim haha também servem como irmãos!

(cib)

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hoodmoranclan · 6 years

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HOOD-MORAN (OLIVER)

OLIVER HOOD-MORAN | YOUNGEST SON OF CALUM & ELLY | KIAN LAWLEY

DELANEY EVANS | DAUGHTER OF FIONA AND KARA / GIRLFRIEND–BABY MOMMA OF OLIVER | BRIDGETTE LUNDY-PAINE

NICOLAS ADEN EVANS-HOOD | SON OF OLIVER AND LANE | JT CHURCH/NOAH CENTIEO

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sweet-pea-channie · 5 years

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Help required - Peter Kavinsky Imagine

Author: @sweet-pea-channie

Pairings: Peter Kavinsky x reader

Words: 3k+

Request: by @saucywith5sos: Hi!! im not sure if you’re still doing requests, but I was wondering if you could do a fic where Peter kavinsky’s little sister gets her period for the first time and he has to help her/ explain it to her? I think it’d be super cute and fluffy! no worries if you can’t do it tho! thx! btw I love ur work!!

A/N: So I got this request a few days ago and I had a lot of fun to write it, so here it is! Also there is a keep reading, but I can’t help you if it’s not showing on mobile, sorry :( Also I gave Peter’s sister a name, it’s Mia.

Masterlist

“Hey Y/N, I really need your help with something.”

“911″

“This is an emergency! I’m not kidding! I really need your help!”

You read the needy texts on your phone as another one came crashing in.

“ASAP!”

You sighed and grabbed your phone from your night stand, unlocking it before you pressed the call button on your best friends icon. Not even a second later, he picked up, completely out of breath.

“I swear to god, Peter, if this is a joke and you woke me up from my loving nap, I’ll make sure to castrate you on my own!” you threatened.

“Oh wow, lovely greeting. You make me feel soooo much-loved”, he groaned into his phone. “But I swear, this is an emergency and I need you right here this instant.”

“Okay, shoot, what it is?” you asked him as another yawn creeped up your face.

“Well, um... I need you at my place like right now,” he mumbled, probably into his shirt, while he tried to whisper so no one else could hear it.

“Why?”

“There’s a huuuge problem, like really huge and I don’t think that I’m supposed to solve it. Mom’s not here right now and you’re the only one that could help me right now.”

“Just spill it, Kavinsky! You woke me up from my nap, so this better be good!” you groaned and slowly rolled out of your bed until your feet were dangling down, your toes barely touching the carpet.

“It’s my sister, she’s... she just got her period,” he breathed out. “Oh god, that was easier said than I thought.”

“Are you for real? I thought it’d be something more dramatic!”

“It is! I’m a boy. I can’t give her the girl talk! You have to do it, please. I’ll buy you your favorite can of ice scream and watch your favorite movie with you tonight, please,” he begged. You knew exactly that he was giving you his puppy dog eyes through the phone, his begging voice gave it away.

“Alright, I’ll do it,” you gave in as you finally put your feet on the ground and walked over to your dresser. “But I have to make a quick run to the store on my way. Talk to her! I don’t care about what, but just talk to her. She’s probably freaking out.”

“So am I!” he shouted into the phone, causing you to pull your phone away.

You rolled your eyes at your best friend and grabbed your coat, throwing it on before you grabbed your tote bag and made your way down the steps to the front door. “Just relax, I’ll be there in 20.”

“Thank you, Y/N.“

You said your goodbyes to your mom and put on your sneakers, heading out the front door to get to the garage. Your bike was leaning against the gate where you left it after school. You hopped on and made your way to the nearest store to get Peter’s sister the supplies that she needed from now on.

Knowing how hard it was to get your first period, you made sure that you packed everything. Pads, tea, ice scream and of course chocolate. You packed everything in your tote bag and put it in the basket right in front of your handlebars.

The store wasn’t that far away from Peter’s place, so you made it in less than ten minutes. You parked your bike right next to Peter’s blue jeep and grabbed your bag, making your way to the front door that was already opened. You closed it behind you and took off your shoes.

You heard him talking to his little sister somewhere upstairs, so you headed to the kitchen and placed your bag on the counter, putting all the things away you just bought.

After you boiled some water and put the tea bags in her favorite cup, which you knew because you were spending quite a lot of time at the Kavinsky household. With the cup in your hands, you walked up the stairs and headed to her room, where you heard Peter talking. He was trying his best to explain everything about menstruation that he knew of.

“If I were mom, I’d try talking about my own period experiences, so you can relate to the subject in a more personal way, but unfortunately I can’t,” he sighed.

You were hiding right next to the door and leaned your head against the wall, listening to the conversation inside her room.

“I just remember when Y/N got her first period. She was scared because she was only eleven years old and I remember her crying because she ruined her favorite bed sheets. But her mom told her that it’s okay. She just put her sheets and pj’s into the washer,” he remembered. “She wasn’t at school that day and I was worried sick because she wouldn’t tell me what was going on, so I visited her after school. She just laid there on the couch with a heating pad on her stomach, because it hurt so much. Her mom told me, when she opened the door for me, that she just got her first period and that I shouldn’t mention it to her because she was embarrassed, so I just sat right next to her, put my feet on the coffee table and watched her favorite movie with her.”

“Will you watch my favorite movie with me?” she asked her big brother.

“Of course,” he replied.

A smile creeped up your face. Peter wasn’t that bad at giving the talk. He was pretty good at it.

“Can you tell me more? What happened after that? With Y/N?”

“We were just sitting there, staring at the screen until her mom joined us and gave Y/N a cup of her favorite tea. I told her what she’s been missing on in school because the idiot, who kept on hitting on Y/N just got suspended for a week. Y/N was quite happy that we were not talking about the topic but eventually she told me what was going on that day. And I just said that it’s a shame that girls and women have to hide the fact that their body is going through something that is totally natural.”

“Peter’s right,” you joined the conversation, getting out from your hiding spot. You saw Peter jumping up. He placed his hand on his chest and stared at you wide eyed, giving you a look that said something like, “How long have you been listening?”

“You know, menstruation is a natural process, but we still live in a society where we hide pads up our sleeves and where images of blood stains are removed from social media,” you added and walked over to them, handing the cup of tea to Emma. “Here, it’s your favorite.”

“Thank you,” she mumbled and scooted over, making more space for you to sit on the bed. But before you joined them, you walked over to Peter and wrapped your right arm around his shoulder, pulling him into a side-hug.

“You’re the best,” he mumbled into your shirt as he hugged you back.

“I know,” you bragged and let him go, sitting down next to him on the bed with your legs crossed. Mia took a sip of her tea before she placed the mug on the nightstand.

“I still have some questions,” she mumbled and looked at you.

Peter coughed and stood up, flattening the shirt that he wore before he said, “Yup, I think the sheets are ready for the dryer. Don’t wait for me.”

You rolled your eyes and gave Mia a look. She just giggled before her face went pale, knowing that the awkward girl talk was just about to start. “Alright, just talk to me about periods just the same way you’d explain about skincare, so I know what’s going on and what I have to do. I want the facts, but I don’t want to actually have the conversation, it would make me cringe.”

“Wow, straight to the point, huh?” you laughed. “I know it’s embarrassing, that’s how I felt when my mom gave me the talk, but we still need to know this stuff. Just like we nee to know how to do math.”

“But why? I mean why on earth do we have to … bleed,” she whispered the last word. “It’s like someone’s punishing us.”

“For not being pregnant?” you asked. She nodded as her cheeks reddened. “That’s what I said to my mom as well. First you think it’s unfair, boys and men don’t have to go through this. But instead of having to deal with menstruation every month, they have to deal with shaving nearly every two days. Of course, shaving doesn’t hurt. Men don’t have to go through the cramps and the craving for some chocolate, but this makes us the stronger gender, don’t you think?”

Mia nodded. “Will anyone be able to tell I’m on my period? I mean, what if blood leaks through my clothes?”

“Make sure to change your pads, or tampons, whatever you’re more comfortable with, regularly. And no, you can’t lose a tampon inside you permanently and a tampon won’t kill you. Those are just misinformation’s. But you might want to use a tampon when you’re a little more comfortable with your period. Today’s pads are much more sports-friendly and easier to hide than the bulky ones when I started my period. And a tip, use a smaller size of tampon first, just to get the feeling. But for now, stick with the pads.”

“Thank you, Y/N. I don’t know if I could’ve asked Peter all those questions and mom’s not here right now. I was freaking out and so was Peter. He wasn’t helping,” she told you.

“Peter’s never good at helping,” you laughed.

“I heard that!” Peter shouted from the hall before he joined the two of you again.

“I was joking.”

“I hope so,” he said and grabbed the remote from the small TV in Mia’s room. He hopped on the bed and leaned against the headboard behind him, turning the TV on. “So, now that this is cleared, what do you wanna watch, Mia?”

“Beauty and the beast, but the new one. It’s on Netflix,” Mia replied as she made more space for you. You thanked her and crawled beneath the blanket next to her, squeezing yourself between her and Peter.

Peter started the movie and raised his right arm up in the air, saying “Come here.” You smiled and snuggled against his side, leaning your head on his chest before he placed his arm around your shoulders.

It didn’t take long for Mia to fall asleep, her tea was long forgotten. And if Peter wouldn’t stop stroking your arm any time soon, you’d be joining Mia in a heartbeat.

“You know, you did a great job today,” you mumbled, your eyes falling shut for a few seconds.

“So did you,” he replied. “Come on, why don’t we leave her alone and head downstairs to watch your favorite movie like I promised.”

You smiled at him as he got out of bed, holding his hand out for you while you tried not to wake his little sister up. Grabbing his hand, you hopped out of bed and followed Peter downstairs. You let go of his hand as soon as you made it to the living room, leaving Peter alone to grab something to drink for the both of you.

He joined you on the couch and plopped down right next to you, hitting your thigh in the progress. You groaned and pushed him away, reaching for the ice cream in his hands which he held away.

“Peter, please. You promised!” you whined and reached for the ice scream again. Peter gave you your spoon and sat back next to you, turning the TV on. You snatched the ice cream out of his grip and snuggled against his side. He raised his left arm and pulled you closer against his side, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

While the two of you sat there in silence, taking spoons full of ice scream and watching a movie on Netflix, Peter couldn’t stop staring at you. He had listened to every word you said to his sister. After he put the sheets away, he eavesdropped your conversation. He was hiding on the staircase, thankful that you agreed to help him. He couldn’t get the picture out of his head what it would feel like to have this every night, you and him, side by side, watching a movie together.

Yes, he had a crush on you, he always had, but you gave him no signs. That’s when he took the one chance he had to get a girlfriend, Gen. God, you hated her. It wasn’t the same anymore when Gen and Peter got together. He replaced you with her, told her all the stuff he used to tell you, took her to the movies instead of you.

Of course, you had told him that, but being Peter, he told you that you were imagining it. You were done with his bullshit and decided to do the same with him. You didn’t text him anymore and that’s when things started to get worse. Your friendship, well, you couldn’t call it a friendship anymore, was slowly becoming something else. Gen realized what was going on and decided to give it a little push. She was telling Peter stuff that wasn’t true about you and sooner or later, the two of you weren’t talking anymore. A few stares were shared in the hallways of the cafeteria, but nothing more.

It lasted until he confronted you, saying how sorry he was and that the two of them ended their relationship. You accepted his excuse, but told him that you still weren’t over this. Since then, he tried his best to win you over again and since then his feelings for you were getting stronger and stronger. He knew that he wasn’t fighting for a friendship, he was fighting for your love.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?” you answered, your focus was still on the TV in front of you.

“Y/N?” he asked again.

“What?” you barked and turned your head up, to get a better look.

He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you off him, holding you and arms lengths away. “I have to tell you something.”

You raised your brows at him, since he never continued.

“You know that I’m sorry for what I did to you, right?”

“Oh god, Peter. I don’t know how often I told you that you shouldn’t apologize anymore. It’s okay. It was stupid, but that’s over. We’re good now. I told you so!” you groaned and grabbed his hands that were still on your shoulders, you intertwined your fingers with his and dropped your hands on your lap.

“I know, but the reason why I was fighting so hard wasn’t to get you back as a friend and… oh my god no no no no!” Peter stopped as he saw your face. You were giving him a pissed look, one that could kill you in seconds. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Peter, I don’t know what you’re trying to tell me,” you mumbled and let go of his hands. Peter sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, pulling at the top, which he only did when he was nervous.

“I… um… have you ever wondered what it would feel like to do this more often?”

“To do what more often? Watching a movie together? Explaining your sister more about the women 101?” you joked, earning a laugh from your best friend.

“No… yes. I mean, you and me, sitting here, watching a movie or not watching a movie-“

“You’re confusing me.”

“Okay. I’ll just… I’m in love with you, Y/N. I always have been,” Peter finally confessed, closing his eyes to avoid any strange glances from you. But as seconds passed and no words left your mouth, Peter reopened his eyes and stared into yours.

“Y/N?”

“I’m… you’re? You’re in love with me?” you whispered, the words barely leaving your lips. “Me?”

Peter grabbed your hands once again and traced some patterns with his thumb on your palms while he looked you in the eyes. “Yes. I am and I’m such a bad friend because I could’ve told you sooner and maybe we didn’t have to go through all the shit and drama lately and-“

“You loved me all the time Even before you dated Gen?” you asked, trying to get the facts right.

Peter nodded and pressed his lips together, forming a thin line. “And I’m sorry if this might affect our friendship but I can’t keep this to me any longer. I’ve always had those feelings but the last few months it was getting stronger and stronger because I was fighting so hard for our friendship and it was then, when I realized that I was fighting for something more than just our friendship. And maybe we can work this out. I could-“

“Just shut up, Peter,” you smiled and pressed your lips firmly against his plump ones. Peter was taken back for a second, but before you could pull away, he let go of your hands to grab your face and deepened the kiss.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you mumbled against his lips when you pulled away. Peter opened his eyes and sighed, shrugging his shoulders. “I was scared, I think.”

“God, we could’ve done this more often until now,” you laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“So you’re?”

“Yes, Peter. I was hoping all along that I my feeling wouldn’t be one sided,” you replied and kissed him again. Peter smiled while kissing you and grabbed you by your waist, pulling you onto his lap. He deepened the kiss while his hands ran all over your back, trying to find the right spot. He finally wrapped his arms around your body and leaned into the kiss.

“Say it,” he begged in between your kiss. “Please.”

“I’m in love with you, Peter Kavinsky, with all my heart.”

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