“Honey prank on my girlfriend prank “
Word count 976
tags #prank #fyp #lgbtq #18+only # fypp
Arthur note this was lowkey funny idk what I was doing fr just trying sum out lmk how yall feel about this ? xoxobri
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Paige leans forward, her signature smirk widening as she adjusts the camera lens. The lens flares slightly under the bright convenience store parking lot lights, capturing the glint of mischief in her eyes.
"Hi guys! Welcome back to the channel. You already know what time it is it’s prank time," she whispers, her voice dropping into that conspiratorial tone her fans love. "And y’all know when I’m by myself, it’s finna be a banger. So, as you can see, I’m in the car at the store, and I just went in and copped a little something special."
She reaches into a crumpled brown paper bag on the passenger seat, the crinkle of the paper loud in the quiet car. With a flourish, she pulls out a small, neon-colored sachet.
"A honey pack," she says, holding it up to the camera with a giggle. "Now look today was supposed to be a chill day with friend. We’re gonna watch movies, maybe play some games, definitely order some pizza. But I figured, why not spice things up and tease Azzi a little bit? She’s too comfortable today, y'all. We gotta shake the room."
She tosses the pack back into the bag and shifts the car into drive, glancing at the rearview mirror to check her hair.
"The plan is simple: I’m headed to Starbucks right now to grab her usual iced coffee. I’m gonna slide this in there, mix it up real good, and see how long it takes for her to realize something is... different. It’s going to be comedy gold, I promise you. I'm finna head there now, and I’ll catch up with y’all when I’m pulling into the driveway."
She points a finger directly at the camera, her expression turning playful but serious.
"And yo, if you’re a real one and you’re watching the full video all the way through, I want to see you drop a pink heart 💗 in the comments right now so I know who the Day 1s are. Alright, let’s get it. See y’all at the house!"
With a quick peace sign and a wink, she reaches out and covers the lens with her palm, the screen cutting to a vibrant transition. The camera cuts back in with a sharp focus on Paige’s face, the lighting now softened by the tinted windows of her car. She’s parked at the edge of the driveway, the engine idling with a low hum. In the background, past the steering wheel, several unfamiliar SUVs and sedans are lined up near the garage.
"Okay guys, I just pulled up at the crib," Paige says, her voice low and breathless as she glances toward the front door of the house. "I didn't realize everyone was gonna be here already. It looks like the whole squad is inside, which actually makes this ten times better and ten times riskier."
She reaches into the cup holder and lifts a large Starbucks iced coffee, the condensation glistening on the plastic. Beside it sits the crinkled paper bag. Her expression shifts, the playful smirk disappearing as she stares directly into the lens, her tone turning uncharacteristically grave.
"Before I do this, look at me," she says, leaning in until her face fills the frame. "I’m being so serious right now do not try this at home. I know we like to have fun on this channel, but you gotta be careful with what you’re putting in people’s food and drinks. Azzi is my best friend, we do this all the time, and I know exactly what’s in this. Don't go out here being reckless, for real."
Having delivered the disclaimer, she sets the camera into the dashboard mount so both her hands are visible. With steady fingers, she pops the green straw out and carefully pries the lid off the iced coffee. The sound of clinking ice fills the quiet cabin. She picks up the honey pack, teeth tearing a small notch into the corner of the plastic wrapper She squeezes the sachet, watching the thick, amber-colored syrup swirl down into the dark coffee and cream. It ribbons through the ice cubes, slowly settling toward the bottom. She replaces the lid with a firm snap and gives the cup a aggressive swirl, watching the colors blend until the evidence is completely hidden.
"It's invisible, y'all. She has no idea."
She grabs the camera, unmounting it with a click. Her eyes are bright with anticipation as she looks toward the house one last time.
"The trap is set. I’m finna walk in there, act totally normal, and hand her this like the 'good friend' I am. Let’s go see if we can catch her off guard without the rest of the group catching onto the vibe. Keep those pink hearts coming in the chat if you think she’s gonna notice on the first sip!"car only heightening the adrenaline. She tucks the camera close to her side, making sure the lens is angled to catch the action without being too obvious. She hops out, shuts the door with a firm thud, and heads for the front porch.
As soon as she turns the key and swings the door open, a wave of noise and energy hits her. The living room is packed.
"Hey, girly pop!" KK calls out from the sofa, standing up to meet Paige halfway. They exchange a smooth dap, the energy in the room already high. Yanna follows right behind, giving Paige a quick dap and a grin. "What's the word, P?"
A chorus of "Hey Paige!" and "What's up, P?" echoes from the rest of the group scattered around the lounge area. Paige plays it cool, giving a general wave to the room, but her eyes are darting toward the back of the house.
Just then, Azzi rounds the corner from the kitchen. Her face lights up the second she sees Paige standing there. She walks straight over, closing the distance instantly, and leans in to press a soft kiss against Paige’s lips.
"Hey bae, I missed you," Azzi murmurs, pulling back just enough to notice the camera Paige is clutching. She flashes a bright, photogenic smile. "Oh, you vlogging? Hi vlog!" She reaches out, wrapping her arms around Paige’s waist for a warm hug.
Paige squeezes her back, trying to keep her poker face steady while the "sabotaged" coffee is still gripped in her other hand.
"I missed you more," Paige says, her voice a mix of affection and hidden mischief. She holds up the Starbucks cup, the plastic sweating slightly in her palm. "And yeah, I caught you. I thought you might want some Starbucks."
Azzi’s eyes widen with excitement as she looks at the drink. "Oh my god, thank you! I was literally just craving this."
Paige hands it over, the camera capturing every second of the hand-off. The prank is officially in motion. The camera is propped up at a slight angle on the counter, perfectly framing Azzi as she takes another long, thoughtful pull through the green straw.
"Did they add more cream to it?" Azzi asks, pulling the straw away with a faint pop. She swirls the cup, watching the ice clink against the sides, her brow furrowing just a fraction. "It’s like... extra thick today. And way sweeter than usual. Did you tell them to add extra pumps of something, P?"
Paige bites the inside of her cheek to keep from bursting out laughing. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees KK and Yanna glance over from the living room, sensing the shift in the vibe but not quite sure what’s happening yet.
"I mean, I just told them the usual," Paige says, her voice going up an octave as she tries to play it off. She reaches out and adjusts the camera slightly, hiding her smirk behind her hand. "Maybe they just had a heavy hand with the vanilla today. You like it, though, right? You said you wanted sweet."
"I mean, I'm not complaining," Azzi laughs, taking another massive sip. She licks her lips, looking puzzled by the lingering texture. "It’s actually kind of fire, it just feels... different. It’s got like a kick to it."
She turns the cup around in her hand, inspecting the caramel-colored swirl that hasn't fully integrated yet. Paige holds her breath, waiting for the realization to hit. The honey is definitely doing its job, adding that heavy, velvety sweetness that usually doesn't come in a standard latte.
"You're acting weird," Azzi says suddenly, pointing the straw at Paige suspiciously. "Why are you looking at me like that? And why is the vlog camera so close to my face right now?"
"I'm just documenting the 'best girlfriend' energy, bae," Paige retorts quickly, finally letting a little bit of that signature mischievous grin slip. "I bring you coffee, I want to make sure the fans see you enjoying it. Drink up, don't let it get watery."
Azzi shrugs, seemingly buying the excuse for now, and takes another deep drink. "If I have a sugar crash in twenty minutes, it’s on you," she mutters playfully, walking back toward the living room to join the rest of the crew, totally unaware that the "kick" she's feeling is about to make the afternoon a lot more interesting. Paige props the camera up against a heavy glass vase on the coffee table, making sure the lens captures the whole semi-circle of friends. She settles onto the couch, and almost immediately, Azzi moves toward her.
Azzi’s movements are a little more restless than usual; she shifts her weight, a slight flush creeping up her neck as she feels that sudden, warm tingle blooming through her system. Without a word, she climbs onto Paige’s lap, settling in and reaching up to idly twirl the edge of Paige’s ear with her fingers.
"We doing 'Never Have I Ever,' okay?" Yanna announces, nodding to the group to get their attention. She holds up both hands, fingers spread wide. "Ten fingers up. I know y'all know the rules, but for the vlog every time you've done the thing, a finger goes down. First one out has to treat the whole squad to dinner tonight."
"Oh, I'm eating for free tonight," Paige brags, sliding an arm around Azzi’s waist to keep her steady. She looks into the camera with a confident wink.
Azzi doesn't even chime in with her usual competitive trash talk. She just leans her head back against Paige's shoulder, her eyes looking a little hazy as she takes another long, slow sip of the coffee. The honey is definitely hitting now she feels energized but strangely focused on Paige, her thumb tracing the shell of Paige's ear over and over.
"You okay, bae?" Paige whispers near her hair, her voice thick with suppressed laughter. "You're being real quiet."
"I'm fine," Azzi mumbles into the straw, the ice clinking loudly as she drains more of the cup. "Just... really focused on the game. And this coffee is literally making my heart race. They must’ve put like five shots of espresso in here."
"Must have," Paige agrees, biting her lip to keep from losing it.
"Alright, first one," Yanna says, leaning forward with a devious look on her face. "Never have I ever... lied to get out of a practice."
Paige immediately drops a finger, while Azzi just keeps drinking, her eyes locked on the living room wall as she tries to process the weird, buzzing warmth traveling through her leg . The "friend day" was definitely starting to take a turn. Paige’s breath hitched as she felt Azzi’s lips press against the sensitive skin of her neck. The "honey pack" had clearly taken full effect, and the playful teasing from the car had transformed into an intensity that Paige wasn't prepared to manage in a room full of people.
"Bae, stop," Paige whispered, though her own body was starting to react to the closeness. She tried to focus on the game, but Azzi’s fingers were back at her ear, tracing the edge in a way that made Paige’s toes curl.
"Can you tell them to go home, please?" Azzi’s voice was a low, desperate vibration against Paige’s skin. "I need you... now."
Across the coffee table, KK stopped mid-laugh, her eyes narrowing as she studied Azzi’s flushed face and the way she was draped heavily over Paige.
"You okay, Az?" KK asked, leaning forward with genuine concern. "For real, you look like you're burning up. Your face is beet red, girl."
"Yes... I'm fine," Azzi mumbled, not even looking up. Instead, she tucked her face deeper into the crook of Paige’s neck, her kisses becoming slower, more deliberate, and much more heated.
"Okay, well, if she's 'fine,' let's keep it moving!" Yanna shouted, trying to bring the energy back up. She held up her remaining fingers. "Never have I ever... sent a freaky text and the person actually saw it before you could unsend it!"
A chorus of "Oh, definitely!" and "Guilty!" erupted. Every single person in the room—KK, Yanna, and the others—slowly folded a finger down, laughing about their most embarrassing digital slip-ups.
Paige reached out to fold her own finger down, but she felt Azzi’s hand tighten on her waist. Azzi didn't even acknowledge the question. She was completely tuned out of the "friend day," her entire world narrowed down to the heat radiating between her and Paige. "Your go, P! Say yours!" Yanna shouted, leaning forward with an expectant, mischievous grin. "The fingers are disappearing fast. Let’s see if you can take out the whole room."
Paige swallowed hard, trying to maintain her "cool vlogger" persona for the camera propped up on the table, even as she felt Azzi’s teeth graze the shell of her ear in a slow, distracting nip.
"Alright, alright," Paige managed to say, her voice slightly strained as she held up her hand. "Never have I ever... sent my partner a freaky pic while she was busy or in the middle of something important."
A collective "Oooooh!" erupted from the group. KK let out a loud cackle, immediately folding a finger down. "Guilty! I sent one to my girl while she was in a literal board meeting. She almost dropped her iPad."
Yanna and the rest of the circle followed suit, groaning and laughing as they tucked their fingers away. But on the couch, the energy was different. Azzi didn't even look up at the group. She just let out a soft, hazy giggle that vibrated against Paige’s skin, her hand tightening its grip on Paige’s thigh under the cover.
"I’ve definitely done that," Azzi whispered, her voice a low, velvety rasp that only Paige could hear. "Remember that game in Vegas? I sent you that one in the locker room... and you couldn't keep your head in the play for the first quarter."
Paige felt a flush creep up her neck that had nothing to do with the Starbucks coffee. She folded her own finger down, her heart racing.
"Okay, so everyone’s a menace," Paige said loudly to the room, trying to redirect the focus. "That’s like... eight fingers down for everyone. We’re getting close to someone paying for this surf and turf tonight."
"Az, you haven't moved in ten minutes," KK said, pointing a slice of pizza at them. "You didn't even drop a finger for that one, and we all know you're the queen of the 'distraction' texts. Azzi finally lifted her head, her eyes looking dark and unfocused, a stray curl falling over her forehead. She looked at KK for a split second, then immediately turned her face back into Paige’s neck, hiding from the light.
"I'm just... sleepy," Azzi lied, though her voice was thick with an intensity that suggested she was anything but tired. She shifted again, her damp shorts dragging against Paige’s jeans in a way that made Paige’s breath catch in her throat. "P... please. Tell them the game is over. I can’t... I feel like I’m melting."
Paige looked at the camera, then back at her friends, who were starting to exchange confused glances. The prank had been a massive success for the channel, but the reality of the situation was becoming a lot to handle in a room full of people. force.
"Look, Az is clearly hitting a wall with this 'sugar crash,' so I’m just gonna buy dinner for you guys. Consider it my treat for winning the game," Paige said, her voice dropping an octave as she tried to sound casual. "I’m finna take her upstairs so she can actually get some sleep before she starts sleepwalking."
"Whoa, free dinner? Say less, I’m down!" KK shouted, her eyes lighting up as she snatched the card. She did a little celebratory dance toward the door, waving the plastic in the air.
"Don't spend too much, for real," Paige warned with a half-hearted smirk, though her mind was already elsewhere.
"Yeah, yeah, we got you. We'll talk later, P. Text me when she’s back on planet Earth," KK called out over her shoulder. Yanna gave a knowing wink and a wave as they finally ushered the rest of the crew out. The heavy click of the front door deadbolt felt like a starting pistol. Well, guys," Paige whispered to the lens, a triumphant but exhausted smirk playing on her lips. "I hope you enjoyed the chaos. The prank was a 10 out of 10 success, maybe even a little too successful. If you want to see the footage from the 'Aftermath' or more pranks like this, make sure you hit that "
"Bae..." Azzi’s voice cut through the outro, no longer a whisper but a firm, demanding rasp. She pulled back, her eyes dark, hooded, and locked onto Paige’s with an intensity that made the air in the room feel thick. "Stop talking to the camera. Right now."
Paige froze, the camera still rolling. "I'm just finishing the video, Az..."
Azzi reached out, her fingers curling around the top of the camera lens and tilting it down toward the floor. She leaned in until their noses touched, her breath smelling faintly of vanilla Starbucks and something sweet.
"I don't care about the video," Azzi breathed, her voice dropping an octave, sending a literal shiver down Paige's spine. "I feel like my blood is vibrating. My skin is on fire, Paige. Every time you touch me, it feels like an electric shock. So I'm going to ask you one more time, and you better be honest..."
She climbed higher into Paige's lap, pinning her against the back of the sofa, her gaze piercing.
"What exactly was in that coffee? Because if you think I'm just going to 'sleep' after what you just did to me, you've got another thing coming."
Paige gulped, the mischievous glint in her eye flickering with a hint of genuine 'oh-no' realization. She had definitely unleashed something she wasn't sure she could handle. "It was just... a little honey pack, Az. For the vlog. I didn't think it would hit you this hard."
Azzi’s lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile. "A honey pack? Oh, so you were trying to tease me? Well, P... congratulations. You caught my attention. Now, turn that camera off for real, because what happens next is definitely not for the subscribers. bye guys! Drop that pink heart 💗 if y'all made it to the end of the video. We out!"
Paige quickly reaches out and presses the power button. The small red recording light blinks once and then goes dark, leaving the room in a sudden, heavy silence. She sets the camera face-down on the coffee table, but before her hand can even leave the device, Azzi is moving.
Without the lens watching, the playful "vlogger" energy vanishes, replaced by the raw, buzzing tension the honey pack had stirred up. Azzi tangles her fingers into the back of Paige’s hair, tilting Paige’s head back just enough to lock eyes.
The end
