Warnings: Smoking, alcohol consumption, and language. Smidge of angst-ishness if you squint.
( Part Three ) ( Part Five )
May 2013
You watch from the safety of the patio table as he slides his arm around her artificially tanned slender waist pulling her closer to him, his lips placing a kiss on her temple. She lowers her heavily made-up eyes and giggles in response to whatever he’d said as she wriggles her skinny body closer to his.
Tears well in your eyes for some reason unknown to you so you attempt to combat them by averting your gaze to the treeline directly in front of you, nails unconsciously picking at the label on your beer bottle while your lit cigarette dangles forgotten in your other hand. So lost in your own thoughts that failed to hear the sliding glass door open and you nearly jump out of your skin at the hand that came to rest on your shoulder.
“Hey babe whatcha doing out here?” your boyfriend asks curiously.
Your lips form a smile though internally it feels as disingenuous as it is, you turn your eyes up to face your boyfriend. Holding up your hand to show off the cigarette that you’d lit but only taken a few drags of since settling into the chair a few minutes ago.
Moving your eyes unconsciously toward the sound of giggling that's becoming louder. The noise is a distraction that penetrates your thoughts and in your peripheral vision, you watch the two of them hand in hand walking toward you, him smiling as her high pitched giggles continue. You roll your eyes in response to the next round of irritatingly high pitch noises leaving her mouth, taking a long drag off your cigarette, exhaling the smoke allowing the gray wisps to temporarily block your vision. She was always giggling, his new girlfriend and it was downright annoying. You weren't alone in feeling that way as even Sami had expressed his annoyance with it earlier in the day.
Your boyfriend takes a seat next to you stealing your forgotten beer with half the label peeled off, downing the semi cold beverage faster than should be humanly possible.
"You alright babe?" he asks, knowing you well enough to know that something was off.
"Just fine," you smile again, hoping your tone sounded convincing enough for him to drop it.
At that moment Rami and the new girl, as you called her, made it to the twins’ deck.
“Hey you!” Rami greets with a warm smile which somehow elicits another giggle from the new girl.
Your lips press in a hard line for a second before you take another long drag off your cigarette while silently observing Rami swipe your pack of cigarettes off the table and extracting two of them. You don’t protest at his actions but you’re silently seething at his willingness to share your things with New Girl.
You did almost laugh out loud as the cigarette dangles from his full lips while he does a wiggly sort of dance patting down all his pockets in search of his lighter. Only upon realizing that he doesn’t have it, does he turn to face you. Those big doe eyes of his pleading as you lean forward knowing exactly what he wants and light his cigarette. You can feel new girls' eyes on you during the whole exchange with Rami. When you rudely turn away and don't offer her the same treatment she casually shrugs and leans forward to monkey fuck her cigarette off of his, giving you the side eye and letting out another high pitched giggle.
Irritation bubbling its way out of your gut and you decide that instead of choosing violence and strangling New Girl, you'd call it a day. You angrily stub out your cigarette in the sparkly green ashtray that’s in the center of the table. Rami watches your face curiously and you can feel his eyes on you, resisting the urge to flip him the bird. He can sense something is off but he chooses to keep his mouth tightly shut.
Standing up rather abruptly and pushing away from the table you call out to Rami.
“Rami, I’m not feeling very well. I’m gonna head out. Happy birthday, friend, I love you.”
You’ve never seen Rami move so fast, as he comes to stand in front of you his face searching yours for some kind of answer. He can see through you, and you know it, he wouldn't call you out for lying in front of friends.
“Thank you, babes, I love you too and I hope you feel better,” he says, wrapping you in a tight hug. You nearly melt and let yourself lean into the warmth of the hug until the sound of giggling shatters the moment to pieces.
You extract yourself from his embrace and give another hug to Sami, expressing the same sentiments you'd just given his twin.
Sami however was reluctant to release as he whispers, "I know you're just fine. When you're really unwell you don't smoke. Please don't leave."
"I'm sorry Sami, I-I-I can't stay. I really don't feel well. I'm sorry. I love you Sami, please have a happy birthday."
He squeezes your hand in response and watches you and your boyfriend walk out the door, his mind working overtime to figure out the reason for your sudden feigned illness and abrupt departure. Just then the annoying giggle of his brother’s girlfriend rang through the air and he cringed.
He mutters to himself, "New Girl won't be around very long."
Requested: you should do a rami smut based off the song ‘empty cups’ by charlie puth it is NEEDED pls listen to the song and you’ll unDERSTAND
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Warnings: Sexual Content, Alcohol Usage, Cheating, & Swearing.
Word Count: 5.1k
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A/N: I made this Josh...hope that’s okay! Also, thank you so much for requesting this because it got me sooo inspired that i think i’ll make this a multi chapter, maybe??? and collab with another writer????? Lemme know what you guys think xx
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It was so cold outside -- the dress that I chose was less then enough fabric to cover up my legs which were beginning to feel numb, but it was worth it; so damn worth it.
I was doing something that most would see as terrible and the saddest, most sadistic part was that I didn’t care. It wasn’t often that I was selfish in life; I would say i’m quite the giver and usually retire to worrying about others more than myself, but tonight was about me.
Dressing up to impress a man who wasn’t my beloved boyfriend was something I’d never thought to be doing, and yet here I am in the frigid winter cold, risking my relationship for what? Even I wasn’t completely sure. All I knew is that my mind was made up and I was going to seek out a resolution to these feelings I had been having, regardless of who was hurt and who was pleased.
Some would say that i’m a terrible person and ‘blah blah blah’, i realize this, but this man was something I couldn’t get my thoughts away from. Every time my boyfriend slid his arm across my shoulder, I pictured it was Josh. Every time my boyfriend and I engaged in any type of sexual behavior, I pictured it was Josh and as much as I didn’t want these feelings i would miss them terribly should they leave.
To make things every bit worse, my boyfriend was nothing but a saint to me. He treated me good and i couldn’t think of a single thing to complain about when it came to him, except for the fact that he wasn’t him. He wasn’t the Josh that I’d met a year ago through our mutual friend, Sam, and the Josh who stole my heart from the minute I laid eyes on his tousled hair and smug attitude. He already had me in the palm of his hand and yet he had zero idea of it. The only person who knows how I feel is Sam. Of course, Sam is an angel and told me to just stop thinking about him--if she only knew. Should it had been that easy, I wouldn’t be in this situation because, of course, I don’t want these thoughts. Me and my boyfriend have been together for 3 years and what we have is good, but Josh; Josh had something and I couldn’t quite comprehend what it was exactly that drew me to him so much, but it was something I wasn’t quickly able to rid myself of or even remotely start to forget about...which brings me to my current situation.
Josh was having a party and I couldn’t resist the chance at finally doing what I've fantasized about for the past year. His lips on my skin, his hands gripping my thighs, his body slick and hot, and his breath even hotter. No matter how much this could screw everything up and no matter if I would regret it the instant it happened, this was something that I needed to do. Maybe if I just do this it’ll get out of my system or it’ll be less than what my expectations were and then I can move on. That’s it -- this is for the purpose of moving on.
My first clanged against the front wooden door as I winced at the cold air hitting all of my exposed skin. To my dismay, it wasn’t Josh who had opened the door, but his sister, Hannah, as she greeted me with a smile and one armed hug, her other hand being occupied with a red plastic cup.
“Is Josh around?”, I asked as I rid my body of the heavy wool coat that was previously shielding me from frigid temperatures and hung it onto a nearby rack.
“‘Course!”, Hannah slurred, “I think he’s in the living room.”
I patted her shoulder, giggling as she quickly got distracted as she tip toed over to the kitchen, letting out various sounds of excitement as she slid into a group of people I assumed were her friends.
The bass was heavy as it thumped from speakers set in the living room as various people were littered around them. Groups and pairs of people were chatting, drinking, making out, or a good mixture of both as I took in my surroundings, attempting to find the one person I had come to see.
“Addie!” Suddenly, tiny arms were hugging me around my middle while I smiled, immediately knowing that all too familiar voice.
“Hi Sam”, I laughed, spinning myself around to get a good look at the blonde who still kept her arms around my waist.
Her eyes were glazed over as the affects from the nearly empty cup, in her hand, started to change her physical appearance, but that didn’t change the welcoming smile she always seemed to wear.
“Now Sam, how drunk are we right now?”
“We are not drunk, but I am drunk enough”, she giggled, taking the last sip from her cup and setting it on a nearby table.
“You look fancy.” Sam grabbed my hand, forcing my body to move as I twirled in circle.
“What’s all this for?”
Of course I wasn’t going to tell her it was for Josh. She would immediately pass judgement onto me and force me to go home or be tethered to her for the rest of the evening, so I settled for a little white lie.
“Just felt like looking nice is all”, Sam gave an approving nod as she reached in the nearby tub of ice and pulled out a shiny new beer can.
“No Adam tonight?”
Oh, Adam. I had nearly forgotten that Josh had also invited my boyfriend to this party, but the secret was that I hadn’t even bothered to tell Adam about the party at all. Instead, I settled to tell him I was hanging out with Sam tonight, which wasn’t entirely a lie, I was, indeed, with Sam right at this very moment. Of course, I knew that wasn’t a good excuse, but it still cleared a portion of my conscious that was scolding me for wanting something so wrong.
“Nope”, I answered with a pop of my lips as a familiar laugh rang from a distance.
Josh was intermingling with a mixed group of guys and girls. He spoke so confidently and poised as he listened and chimed into the conversation whenever necessary, that is until he caught my eyes staring at him. Quickly, I darted my gaze away, dramatically turning my head to focus back on Sam.
“Addison...” Sams tone was both disapproving and a bit concerned as she kept switching her gaze from me to somewhere behind me or rather someone.
“Hmm?”
“Please stop.”
“Stop what?” Of course, I knew what she was referring to, but playing dumb seemed like a safe way to keep my little plan for the evening under wraps.
Sam sighed as she took a long swig from her beer and turned around, giving me a clear view of Josh and the group he was with. Immediately, our eyes found each other as Josh sent a smile towards me.
“Adam is a nice guy..”
“I know Sam, I know, but i’m not doing anything wrong.”
She took a deep breath before taking a long swig out of her beer as we just stared at one another. Her trying to figure out my motivations, i’m sure, and me trying to figure out if she was buying the bullshit I was feeding her.
“I just don’t want things to get messed up for you is all; i do it because I care.”
I smiled, placing my hand affectionately on her shoulder and fully preparing to lie through my teeth. “I know you do Sam, but honestly. I’m not doing anything wrong.”
Sam nodded as Mike came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her as she pressed her back into his chest.
I watched as they both flirted with one another and began subconsciously moving to the pop music that was blaring through out the lodge. Their puppy love was something amazing to see; they were a fresh couple and still getting to know one another and that stage in a relationship is something to be truly treasured because it doesn’t last nearly as long as it needs to..or maybe with me and Adam it just didn’t... i’m not sure. Adam was my first and only relationship so I was by no means an expert, but it just seemed like our little ‘hopelessly in love’ phase came and went within a month or two and things just started to go a tad bland.
“We’re gonna go upstairs. Are you okay to be alone?”
I nodded, smiling and shooing Sam and Mike away as I watched them waltz up the staircase, sparing each other little kisses and movements of affection until they were out of my view.
“Hey Ad.”
My body couldn’t have twisted around fast enough as I turned to face the deep, familiar tone as he stood directly in front of me, arms crossed over his chest, making his biceps even more pronounced then they usually were.
“Hi Josh.”
Though he tried to hide it with a quick flick beneath his eyelashes, I saw the way he eyed me up; gazing up and down my tightly fit dress and then respectfully back up to my face.
“What’s the occasion for this type of outfit?”
My answer was similar to the one I gave Sam -- a shrug and humble, “Just wanted to dress up.”
Josh nodded, taking a sip of his beer as he brushed his eyes down my body again, but on this instance he took his time. One could argue that he had possibly had a lot to drink already which is why he had become so shameless and bold, but i didn’t care. As long as he was noticing me the way I wanted him to, then it was alright with me.
His lips were puckered ever so slightly, his eyes glossed, and his pointer finger was gently thumping against the plastic cup in his hand, making a dull ‘ping’ sound and I wanted nothing more than to grab the back of his neck and kiss him as if it was my last day on earth.
Alas, I did not. I had self control, at least for now I did and the self control was larger due to me being scared to initiate anything. This was something i’d dreamt of and pictured for the past year and I wasn’t about to waste the night so quickly when I could be patient and take the time to enjoy his company and, of course, I hoped that he would accept the kind of company I wanted to give him.
“You wanna dance?” Through my long and terribly false lashes, I glanced back up to Josh’s face, taking note of the hand that was now placed at his side and slightly out stretched, ready to embrace me if I were to accept his invitation.
“Sure”, I nodded with an all too cool tone, even though my mind was internally screaming everything in a voice so opposite; one could even compare it to a high pitched squeal.
Our fingers latched together as Josh smoothly glided the both of us through the crowd of dancing and intertwined bodies until he found a big enough free space for the both of us. Instantly, our bodies meshed perfectly together as we both started off by simply swaying our hips, but still keeping a safe distance of a couple inches from each other. However, this distance didn’t last long as Josh slowly slithered his hand around my waist, pulling my front closer to his until we both looked as if we were connected to one another by our hips.
The second I felt our bodies brush against one another I knew this was going to be it. It was for sure going to happen tonight and suddenly I grew needy and impatient, much opposed to my feelings earlier, but I knew I was ready for it. I’d been thinking of this exact scenario for the past year after all.
Swiftly, I turned my body around, letting Josh adjust his hand until his palm lay flat on the fabric covering my stomach as I pressed my back against his chest while we continued swaying and grinding to the upbeat music.
Josh’s other hand rid itself of its beer and came to lay against the top of my thigh, making me shiver as he gently pressed my body further against his, making my ass grind against his groin. Although the music was loud, I could still hear the sharp intake of breath he took as his reaction to this new found body contact we were both attempting to familiarize the other with. However, it didn’t take long for us both to naturally get comfortable with the other -- we were always quick to adapt when it came to each others company.
One song, two songs..who knows what number deep worth of songs we got until I decided that enough was enough, but i’m just happy that I had mustered up enough confidence to do so as I slid my arm up Josh’s body til it laid on the back of his neck as I gently nudged him to lean down towards me.
“Wanna go upstairs?”, I whispered into his ear as his grip around my waist slightly loosened, making me fear that I was taking this too far.
Josh knew that I had a boyfriend, maybe that was what was causing this sudden hesitation, but that also didn’t stop him from asking me to dance. Not to mention, the dancing was definitely not PG 13. Maybe he just thought I was a tease and, so far, had we really done anything wrong yet? I was merely just dancing with my friend, wasn’t I?
I felt a hand intertwine with mine as they led me out of the sweaty, dancing crowd and it wasn’t until we began to head for the bottom of the stairs that I saw it was Josh leading the way as he briefly looked back at me, eyes seeming to ask if I was sure, but I already knew that answer all too well.
A small smile from me reassured him as he kept our hands laced together while we both climbed the stairs. Various others couples were littered in the upper hallway -- kissing, groping, and some even doing more than that all lingered about as Josh reached for the handle on his bedroom door.
Twisting the knob, gasps from two scarcely clothed people twitched from their previously kissing positions on Josh’s bed as he gave them an angered glare. The pair both nodded and scrambled to grab their clothes as they made their way up and out of Josh’s room, leaving us both in nullified silence, except for the familiar bass thump that had now become normal to be flowing throughout the lodge.
At first, it was incredibly awkward...and i’m willing to blame my lack of any alcohol in my system for this feeling, but I knew it wasn’t totally to blame. Josh was thinking, just as I too was thinking as we stood in his room in silence. Thinking about how much I wanted him and how much he wanted me, thinking about the fact that my boyfriend was sat at home, oblivious to my affair I was trying to indulge in. Lastly, thinking about how this would change things, if it even would change anything, but I think, deep down, we both knew that it was bound to make things different. It’s rare that you have sex with anyone and not feel different around them, right? Was it possible to be that intimate with someone, regardless of the strings or lack there of attached during the heat of the moment, and bounce right back to your places in the world?
I jumped slightly as I heard my phone chime from my back pocket. Josh had seemed startled by the breaking of the silence as well as he watched me with wide owl eyes as I plucked my phone from my back pocket. That’s when I started to feel incredibly guilty about this entire thing, in fact, I nearly ran straight out of that room as soon as I saw my boyfriends name flash across my phones screen.
I continued to stare at the home screen for far too long as I felt a pair of hands snake around my waist from behind. Plump lips began to leave kisses on the back of my neck and whatever guilt I was feeling before hand quickly disappeared as I closed my eyes and leaned my head back to rest on Josh’s shoulder as he moved his lips to the side of my neck. His kisses were soft to start, then began to get much more rough as his teeth grazed against the taut skin as he started to suck on my neck, making me whine out his name as my other arm snaked up and around the back of his neck.
Just as Josh’s hands began to wander upward, my phone went off again, making me quickly pull my phone back out from my pocket with a frustrated groan.
“Turn it off”, Josh muffled against my skin, as his hands smoothed the curvature of my waist, nearly touching my bust.
“I can’t just turn it off, he’ll start to worry Josh..” My finger hovered over the ‘answer’ button, fully prepared to pick up the phone call even if it was just to put Adam’s mind at ease that I was not in harms way..unless you considered Josh’s lips nibbling on my skin a type of harm.
“If you turn it off, then he’ll just think your phone died or something.”
I pondered on Josh’s words, still not completely convinced that I should listen to him, until he moved his hand up to my left breast, giving it a slight squeeze as his teeth nibbled on my ear lobe. His hot breath fanned against my ear making me instantly hold the right side button to turn off my phone as I slipped the device back into my back pocket and spun my body around.
This was the first time we had really made eye contact since being alone in his room and it was a heated stare to say the very least. Josh’s eyes were narrowed on me as his hands returned to my waist, pulling my body flush against his as he rested our foreheads together.
“Are you sure you want this?”
Was that even a question? Of course I wanted it, but I guess me turning my phone off, not to mention requesting that we go upstairs together, wasn’t enough for Josh to see that this is all I had thought about and I couldn’t want anything more right at this very moment.
I nodded, looking him dead in the eye as my hands came up to cup the sides of his face, to which he responded my leaning his head towards my palm and resting his cheek there.
“I just don’t want you to regret it, you know what I mean? I hope you don’t think i’m pressuring you or trying to seduce you or..fuck maybe I am but-”
I shushed him by bringing my pointer finger up to his lips, shaking my head as I smiled at his hesitance which really only made me admire him more because he was nervous. I too was nervous, I couldn’t lie about that, but I also knew for certain that I wanted him, but the fuzziest part of it all was that I wasn’t sure if it was sexually or emotionally...but I chose to give in to the sexual craving for now. Worrying about any other kinds of feelings I may have would just cause tonight and everything that would ensue in the next several minutes (or hours) to be filled with anxiety and second guessing and I wasn’t having any of it.
I had waited much too long to be with him; I wasn’t about to waste this special time together on tentative actions and questioning of every move, so i’m stopping, right here, right now and i’m merely just going to be his in this very moment. My mind is free and i’m just going with the first thought and feeling and reaction I felt.
“Kiss me Josh.”
It was as if we had both just been waiting for the other to verbally announce that what we were doing, or rather, thinking about doing was okay, as our mouths lurched towards one another, lips smacking together as our open mouths ate each other up in a desperate fashion. Josh’s hands reached down to the back of my thighs, effortlessly lifting my body up as I wrapped my legs around his waist for support.
Our lips remained attached as the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed, making him sloppily fall onto the mattress, taking me down with him as I straddled his sitting form. For a moment, he just studied me as his fingers combed through my tangled hair, thanks to the wet snow that ruined the perfect curls I had attempted to make prior to the party.
“What?” I questioned.
He shook his head as he smiled at him, taking his thumb and rubbing it against my cheek as he slowly drew his lips nearer to mine until a delicate kiss was left to fill in the distance. Our mouths were so slow this time, happily taking their time to get acquainted with the others as our heads tilted and turned and pressed harder into each other as Josh’s hands slipped under the fabric of my dress that had now been piled up by my waist. I shivered as his cold hands touched my bare skin and it felt even better than anything I could have imagined over the past year.
I remembered one night, gliding my own hands up and over the curve of my hips to my waist and up to breasts, to my lower back, imaging it was Josh’s tanned fingers climbing all over my skin, but my imagination was severely losing compared to the real feel of his hands on me as his fingers gripped the fabric of my dress and began slowly pulling it up and over my upper half until our lips disconnected so I could allow Josh to slip my top up and over my head.
“Your turn.” I quirked, tugging lightly on his t shirt as I too let my hands slip underneath the fabric, allowing my finger tips to graze the muscles of his abdomen all the way up to his broad chest until I had a good grip on his t shirt and was able to lift it and discard it onto the floor.
“I’ve wanted this for so long”, I mumbled against his lips.
However, I was taken aback as Josh lightly pushed his face away from me. “You’ve thought about this before?”
Suddenly, I was very self conscious of the little secret I decided to spill as I nervously diverted my eyes to anywhere but his face.
“Hey, I've thought about this too, I just didn’t know you had been thinking about it as well”, Josh brushed his hands up and down my bare back and even the faintest touch of his fingers grazing the back of my bra was making me shiver.
“Addie.” Slowly, I turned my eyes to him as he had a smile that showed pure enjoyment as he pressed a kiss to my lips.
“Do I have permission to take off your clothes and fuck you senseless now?”
Although Josh’s whispered words made me hold my breath for a second, I couldn’t move fast enough as I leaned forward with enough force to knock Josh on his back, having me straddling his waist as his hands moved to my ass, giving it a good squeeze.
His hands found the back of my bra, unclasping it within the first or second try, as his hands moved to my breasts in an instant. Needing them and pinching the small pink nubs, making me winch and grind my hips against the very present bulge that was pressing into my lightly clothed center.
“Less clothing please”, I requested as I got up from my straddling position and began unbuttoning my jeans.
Josh watched on, body weight leaning back onto his elbows, as I stripped down to my simple, yet complimenting, panties. “Should I take these off myself or would you like to do the honors?”
“Oh please”, Josh outstretched his arms so his hands rested on my hips, “Allow me.”
Within minutes, we were both completely naked with one another as I climbed back onto the bed. This time, Josh climbed between my spread legs as we both continued to sloppily and aggressively kiss, until Josh’s lips began to travel down my body, from my lips to my neck, down to my breast until he was kissing my lower stomach, mere inches from where I wanted him the most.
Josh hummed a ‘mmm’ as he gave a lick to my lower lips, admiring the way they tasted while he spread my legs wide open with his hands as he indulged in eating me out. His tongue danced between my clit and my entrance as he took long licks up and down until he settled on moving his tongue in circles against the sensitive nub. My hands immediately went to my inner thighs, squeezing and pinching them as I relished in this feeling that Josh was making me feel so good and the best part was, I had no guilt, no remorse, and zero regrets about any of this, at least for now I didn’t. I was merely just enjoying how well he was taking care of me.
However, as much as I would’ve love to cum from his mouth alone, I wanted to feel him deep inside me when I finally hit my climax, so I tugged a bit on his hair, making him come up for air as he looked at me.
“I don’t want to cum yet”, Josh was all but a cocky smirk as he moved back up the bed to again rest between my legs, the tip of his cock pressing teasingly against my wet lips.
“Before I forget...”, Josh fumbled to quickly reach for his side table, moving his hand around until he found the foil packet he had been in search of.
“Thank god someone remembered”, I laughed, pushing the hair away from my sweaty forehead as I watched on with lust as he moved the material over his sizable and erect length.
“Now, where were we.” Josh hitched one of my legs over his shoulder, resting his palm on my opened thigh as he took a hold of his dick and slowly pressed his tip into my entrance.
This contact alone was a billion times better then what my fingers could do while I was imagining this very thing with Josh and I couldn’t hold back my moan as he filled me up completely with one swift thrust.
“Fuck”, Josh winced as he started slowly moving his hips, pushing himself in and out of me as my leg still rested on his shoulder.
“You feel so fucking good.”
“Better than you imagined?”
“Fuck yes.”
Eventually we switched up positions, me on all fours and Josh lining himself up at my entrance from behind just before giving one of my ass cheeks a slight smack, making me moan and playfully wiggle my ass as if it were a tempting treat, which to him, i knew it was.
Due to the wetness between my legs, he slipped into me with ease and just started pounding roughly as his hands gripped my hips harshly. Thank god for the heavy music, the movie Josh had flicked on beforehand, and the other copious amounts of people who were doing the same thing we were doing because my moans were loud and unable to be held back as our skin smacked against each other with a loud sound.
“Mmm, i’m close” Josh groaned as he moved his hand around my body so he could move his fingers in a circular motion on my clit.
I bent upward from his touch on the sensitive area as I immediately climaxed around him as Josh continued fucking me roughly through the intense orgasm. I hadn’t felt an orgasm like that..ever I don’t believe. No way could Adam make me feel like this, no possible way.
Just as my body began to calm down, Josh pulled out of me, stretching out his legs so they stood flat against the floor. I turned around to see him pumping his now bare cock in his hand at a fast pace as he watched me while I scooted towards the end of the bed.
“Allow me”, I replicated his words from earlier as he smiled down at me before pressing the tip of his cock against my lips. I gave him a good lick before completely taking his tip into my mouth and once I got a good hold on him, he removed his hand completely and let me just make him feel good as my tongue worked its skills on him, bathing him with my mouth as I licked every vein and ridge of him until I was feeling him in the back of my throat.
A couple movements from his hips and he was shooting his load down my mouth as he steadied his hands on my shoulders, keeping himself afloat and standing until he was satisfied and completely spent from his orgasm.
I watched as he opened his eyes for the first time post orgasm and, I admit, I was a little scared for his reaction because this was, after all, the afterword of what we had done. Would he immediately regret it? Would he tell me to leave now that he had gotten what he wanted from me?
“Want to watch a movie?”
That was hardly the response I had expected, but nevertheless I was extremely happy with it as we both snuggled up our nude forms together under his covers and watched the television that he had turned on prior to the loud and intense sex we had just had.
I thought for sure guilt would flood me as soon as we were spent, but it hadn’t. The name Adam or any thought pertaining to my boyfriend hadn’t even crossed my mind, all I was thinking about was Josh’s arm around my shoulder, our fingers intertwined, and the fact that we were seeking out a little sanctuary in his bedroom, while all the other people my age were out there getting fucked and shit faced. I liked this little sanctuary. I could get used to this.
You lay in bed in a sleepy haze and begin to reminisce about last night.
Suddenly your heart is full of pride and admiration for your amazing boyfriend Rami, finally winning the Oscar for playing Freddie Mercury.
You got to celebrate all night long with your family and friends. You danced, drank, sang, and enjoyed each others company.
You turn over and see Rami fast asleep and chuckle to yourself. He always sleeps later than you.
You love watching him sleep.
He looks so hot when he sleeps that it usually makes you really horny.
You just couldn’t wait any longer, you had to wake Rami up.
You lean over and place gentle kisses on his chin and trail up his jawline.
You soflty kiss him until you hear him stir.
“mmmm” Rami groans. He smiles at you as he peaks through his tired eyes.
“Good morning, handsome” you whisper in his ear and nibble on his ear lobe.
“Goodmorning, beautiful” he whispers back while rolling onto his side to stare into your eyes.
You move closer to him, so badly wanting to close all the distance between you.
“I can’t believe I’m in bed with an Oscar winner” you tease.
Rami laughs, “Y/N, this award is just as much yours as it is mine. You’re the love of my life, I couldn’t do any of this without you.” He places his hand on your cheek and gently kisses your lips.
You melt into his kiss feeling the tension begin to build in your stomach.
There’s a slow passion to your kiss as you’re both still waking up.
Rami gently moans as you caress his torso and begin to trail your hands down onto his hardened cock.
“Y/N, do you really want to do this already?” he laughs.
“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up, I’m dying to get my hands on you” your words come out like a growl.
You’re amazing, you know that?” Rami’s words are breathless and passionate.
“I’m all yours, Rami” you reply as you begin to trail kisses down his chest.
You replace your hands with your mouth and begin to suck. Rami let’s out a deep groan.
“Y/N” he moans your name which turns you on even more.
His hands are in your hair as he pumps his hips to the rhythm of your mouth.
You can tell he’s going to finish fast because he’s already shaking under you.
You feel so powerful bringing him so much pleasure.
“Yes, Y/N just a little faster. I’m almost there.” Rami gasps.
You suck him hard wanting nothing more than for him to fill your mouth.
Rami let’s out a loud moan as he finishes. His cum filling your mouth.
You wipe your face with the old Tshirt you’re wearing and lay down next to Rami.
Rami’s eyes are half open, he looks over at you in awe, “I truly do not deserve you.” he says before closing his eyes with a content grin on his face.
“You deserve the world and more, Rami. I’m so proud of you, my love.” You whisper.
You lean over and kiss him gently on the cheek before laying your head on his chest and closing your eyes.
This work is technically part six of a seven part series based on songs from Ed Sheeran’s album, Divide. This chapter and “You Look Happier” can be read without the other chapters though.
Rami Malek x Reader
Word Count: 3,349
Your original plan had been to stay with Camryn and Sebastian at their apartment, but they had gotten almost a year break between their filming schedules and you didn’t want to crash their long term vacation if you could help it. So you ended up crashing at Joe’s until the apartment you had your eye on opened up at the end of the current contract, but you never ended up moving out. Joe had been there to comfort you; understanding what it was like to have to walk away from someone you loved but could no longer keep yourself around. He understood there wasn’t a limit on how many tears needed to be shed; no limit on how long it takes to get over someone.
The funny thing was, it didn’t take you as long as you thought. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself. You quickly found yourself falling for Joe. He was hesitant at first about the whole situation, with still being decent friends with Rami. But after he noticed Rami keeping to himself after the split, he didn’t mind as much. Eventually Rami stopped asking about YN during their chats.
It was five months after you had moved in when the press had really started having a field day with your and Joe’s new relationship. You had been out together, seen holding hands and sharing sweet kisses only a few weeks after you moved in, but hadn’t really posted much on social media about it. You had started feeling more comfortable, so you’d taken a selfie of you and Joe lying in bed, hair messed up and clearly lacking clothes under the sheets pulled up to your chests.
@itsyagirlynn: Sunday mornin, rain is fallin @joe_mazzello :*
@joe_mazzello: You need to start sharing the covers.
@benhardy1: Thanks for stealing my man @itsyagirlynn. Whatever will I do now :”(
@mrgwilymlee: What am I, chopped liver?
@imcammystan: You guys are sickeningly cute. Give @imsebastianstan some pointers @joe_mazzello.
The comments from your friends had eased the butterflies in your stomach. You had finally stopped constantly thinking about the what-ifs and started thinking about your future. You had a great group of friends who had been there for you during this trying time. They had stuck up for you after small rumors had started circulating when you two had been seen out on your first public date at O’Reilly’s all those months ago.
Things were going splendidly, if you didn’t think about him. You couldn’t… because if you did, then it would just uncap all the heartbreaking feelings you had managed to bottle up and stuff way down deep. You were happy with Joe, and you loved him. Didn’t you?
@ighandle1: MOM WHYD YOU LEAVE DAD
@ighandle2: she didn’t wait long did she?
@ighandle3: bish a homie hopper. Git it.
@ighandle4: You guys are the definition of cute and we stan a beautiful couple.
@ramimalek liked your photo: Sunday Mornin, rain is falling –
@joe_mazzello: You guys are all just jealous. Sucks to be you!
@imcammystan: You eggrolls need to get a life! Whomever she chooses to love is her own damn business. You got a problem you can come to me you pigheaded baboons!!!!
@LucyBoynton: <3
Seeing the negative comments littered among the usual fanfare of your Instagram hurt you more than you would have liked, but you had come to accept that you would never be able to make everyone happy so you settled for just trying to make yourself happy. Five months quickly turned into almost a year. A year without Rami by your side… But a year with Joe. You were happier, weren’t you?
~*’*~*’*~*’*~
You’d been having a movie night. Friday you’d started a Marvel movie marathon off with Captain America: The First Avenger. Now it was Sunday evening and you’d started on Disney classics.
You hadn’t been paying attention as Joe had put in a new DVD from the entertainment center, but regretted letting him pick the next one. The opening scenes of Beauty and the Beast started playing on the large screen in front of you and you tried not to stiffen up. Joe mistook your stiffness for a cold spell and snuggle closer to you, wrapping the comforter closer around your bodies.
By the time the ballroom dance scene started you could feel a panic attack coming on. There was a slight flush to your cheeks and the hot sting of tears tickled your eyes. You tried to keep your breathing even so Joe wouldn’t notice you were getting upset. You started feeling your back muscles tense and shiver along your spine as Belle walked down the steps.
You had started counting the windows in the living room, breathing deep and even. Joe had tightened his grip around your shoulders, rubbing his hand along your bicep lovingly. You were counting the windows in the living room, cursing yourself for looking at the spots where the windows were in your and Rami’s apartment. Rami’s apartment… You nearly jumped when a large hand ran down your arm and gripped your clammy hand.
Joe effortlessly pulled you off the couch and into his arms. You closed your eyes as he softly pressed his lips to yours. You were mad at yourself as tears fell down your face. You pulled your lips away and rested your head on Joe’s shoulder. He chuckled deep in his chest and tightened his grip around you. You choked back a sob, but you knew Joe felt your body shudder as you hiccupped. As the last note of Tale as Old as Time played quietly, Joe leaned down and whispered in your ear. The roughness in his voice surprised you.
“You still love him.” You blew hot air out of your nose at Joe’s statement.
“Course I still love him – I always will, but that doesn’t mean- I’m happy with you. I love you, Joe.”
“I love you too, but you were happier with him.” You were both crying silently now, avoiding eye contact but clutching to each other tightly. Neither of you wanted to have this conversation, but deep down you both knew it needed to happen.
Joe had felt your panic attack coming on when the movie started. He’d had a knot in his stomach the whole film and didn’t want to bring up the conversation you needed to have. He loved you dearly and wouldn’t trade a moment of these last six months; but he couldn’t watch you rip yourself apart anymore. You still loved Rami. You missed him terribly. Joe would be damned if he was the reason that you two weren’t together. He was mad at himself for letting things get this far.
“Don’t beat yourself up, Joey. I let us happen too.” God it was like you could read his thoughts. He met your eyes and smiled solemnly. You both let out a soft laugh as you continued to sway softly, movie long forgotten.
“I’m sorry, YN.”
“I am, too.” You shared a chaste kiss before you continued your slow waltz for a few more minutes before pulling away. You both fell asleep in each other’s arms that night, savoring one more night together. Surprisingly, as you felt your lids drooping closed, focusing on Joe’s strong heartbeat beneath your head, you felt at peace with how things were closing between you and Joe.
~*’*~*’*~*’*~
A month after you had moved out of Joe’s and into the spare room of Cam and Seb’s condo overlooking Central Park, you still couldn’t bring yourself to get a hold of Rami. It wasn’t like you were far away- your old apartment and the Stan’s was only a couple blocks away from each other. Less than a ten minute walk at a casual pace. You found yourself walking the complete opposite direction each time you tried to go there.
You and Joe still hung out on the regular but had become public with the mutual split. Both of you were content with how you’d ended things and all your friends were- as always- supportive. The fans hadn’t stopped with tagging you and Rami in posts and comments over every platform about getting back together; while others kept tagging you and Joe together. The former had only posted once about how you two wouldn’t be reuniting in that manner and to stop bugging him about it. You hadn’t seen anything from Rami concerning the fan-fueled feud. You’d logged out of all your social media over a week ago and hadn’t logged back in.
You were reading out on the patio, deeply entranced in the printed words as the world buzzed on around you. It was the first week of May and you had all the doors and windows open in the apartment. A comfortable breeze was wafting through the air, carrying the scent of blooming flowers from the streets below.
Camryn and Sebastian were watching the live feed of the MET Gala. All three of you had been formally invited but you had declined, not being brave enough to chance running into Rami during one of the biggest televised events of the year. Cam and Seb had declined as well, not wanting to leave you alone at the apartment. Cam had tried to get you to attend but hadn’t succeeded and didn’t try to push it like she normally would. She knew you’d come around eventually.
You were interrupted from a rather exciting part of your book by Seb’s booming voice calling your name. You jumped and turned your head to face the man. He had changed his lounging position on the plush couch to sitting on the edge of the cushion, hands clasped together, elbows on his knees, vein almost too visible on his forehead. Cam popped her head over the kitchen counter where she had been making a snack for you all.
“YN, get in here now, I said!” The pleading tone in his voice was unnerving you. Camryn and you got to the living room at the same time. You cocked your hip and bit at your thumb nail as you watched the scene unfolding on the flat screen. Cam gripped your shoulder when she heard you inhale sharply.
You watched with bated breath as the camera closed in on a red-faced Rami trying to contain his anger towards the interviewer but failing horribly. His eyes were bugged out slightly and his lips were pursed tightly in a thin line. He was dressed in a black velvet tuxedo, looking like sex on legs – should be illegal, honestly. You blinked your eyes rapidly and redirected your attention to the conversation happening on the red carpet.
~*’*~*’*~*’*~
This was the second interviewer Rami had dealt with that had asked him about Joe and you splitting. He didn’t know what had happened between you two, but he knew that it was mutual and there were no hard feelings about it. Joe had told him that much after you had moved out, but had said he needed to talk to you for the rest of the story. This current woman though, she was really grinding his gears. She kept pressing about what occurred when you had left.
“You know what. I’m so sick and tired of you guys sticking your noses where they don’t fucking belong.” Rami didn’t even care that he was cursing on live TV. He was physically sick to his stomach about this whole thing. The woman looked shocked to say the least, she made a move to remove the microphone from in front of Rami’s face but he grabbed it and held it firmly. He didn’t wait to see if she’d pull away before he let go and continued with his rant.
“I’ve lost the best thing I ever had. Eight years. Eight years of loving YN and it’s all gone because of you god damned people. We were happy, you know?! We were about to get married, start a family. And it’s all gone now. It’s all fucking gone because you-” He stopped mid-sentence, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The woman held her hand up still, arm slightly shaking at the adrenalin of catching Rami’s raw, uncut rant on live TV.
Rami blinked the tears from his eyes before angrily wiping them off his face, not caring that he was close to sobbing on live TV. He looked down at his feet, letting the tears fall down to darken the red carpet below. It wasn’t the pap and media’s fault that he had lost you. It was his. He had so many chances to fix things, you had tried to fix it for six months and he had been too reserved about your relationship to make any type of statement about it. It would have been so simple…
“You know what-“ He smiled tightly, ignoring his tears, and threw his arms out to his sides, palms up.
“It’s not your fault. I’m sorry, you’re just doing your job. It’s my fault YN and I didn’t work. She knew the rumors weren’t true. She wasn’t ever worried about our relationship. That’s not what led to her leaving me. It was the simple fact that my dumb ass wouldn’t stick up for us to all of you and dispel the rumors. And I didn’t. I didn’t stick up for the best thing that has ever happened to me. And that’s on me. It’s all on me. And now I can’t fix it.” Rami had stopped crying. A melancholy look graced his trouble face now. He had finally admitted it out loud instead of in the dark, lonely confines of his troubled mind.
He didn’t wait for the reporter to say anything before he backed away and ran up the carpeted steps, ignoring the other cameras, reporters, and guests. He walked calmly to the bathroom where he composed himself for a few minutes before heading to his table.
~*’*~*’*~*’*~
You stood, mouth agape, staring in bewilderment at the TV screen, which has changed to a commercial now. Cam’s hand left your shoulder for a moment before poking you with your ringing phone. You didn’t even glance at the caller ID as you took it and answered. Your hands were shaking as you held the phone close to your ear. Joe’s excited voice filled your eardrum.
“YN are you watching the MET!? Rami, he just – “
“I know. I’m watching right now.”
“YN you need to go there. Like now. This is your chance!” Joe was talking so loud Cam and Seb could hear him through the earpiece. You glanced at the couple and widened your eyes as they frantically nodded their heads in agreement with Joe. As you stood silently in shock, your phone started vibrating with text message notifications.
“Yeah.” You hung up before Joe could say another word of encouragement. You turned slowly towards your closest friends only to find them missing from the living room. You blinked slowly and tried to gather your thoughts about how you were going to confront Rami.
What should you wear? When should you leave? What should you say? You were shaken from your thoughts as Sebastian stuffed your wallet into your hands and Camryn shoved you onto the couch. She started slipping your tennis shoes on your feet as Sebastian threw a lightweight jacket to you. They pulled you up and led you to the front door. You looked down at your capri leggings, tank top, tennis shoes, and thin jacket. Your frantic eyes stared up at your friends.
“What should I even-“
“Anything babe, literally anything that comes to mind. Just say something for fucks sake, YNN.” Seb nodded his head in agreement to Cam’s answer.
“What she said.” With that, they shoved you out the front door.
~*’*~*’*~*’*~
Rami barely made it through the opening speeches or appetizers before he excused himself to the bathroom. He carefully splashed cold water over his face before toweling off and making his decision. He was going to stop acting like a pussy, man up, and go after you. The Stan’s apartment was maybe fifteen minutes away if he jogged. He knew you’d be there. He didn’t say goodbye to anyone, and didn’t see anyone on the front staircase as he walked out. He was temporarily blinded by the unexpected flash of the pap cameras as he opened the doors.
When his vision cleared he nearly choked at you standing below him at the bottom of the limestone steps, news media vans and paparazzi surrounding you behind the velvet ropes. You had your hair up in a bun that was falling out haphazardly, with leggings and a jacket that he had bought you a couple years ago when you were camping at Port St. Joe in Florida.
You didn’t really know what to expect once you had gotten to the MET, but Rami almost falling out of the front doors was not one of the scenarios that played out in your head. You still were trying to compose some sort of comprehendible sentence as he ran down the steps two at a time, arms out to his sides for balance. As he neared you, your vision blurred as tears threatened to escape. You saw his green eyes glisten as well. He came to an abrupt halt in front of you, mouth agape, and hands hanging awkwardly at his side.
“That suit is a sin.” Your eyes widened in horror and shock as you realized you had said exactly what Cam had told you to- the first and only coherent thought that had come to your mind. Rami’s glistening eyes widened a bit. His mouth hung open slightly, not quite sure how to reply to that.
“Oh my God, I’m sorry Rami. Cam said just to say anything because I needed to say something and ever since I saw you earlier on TV that was what stuck.”
“You saw that? Earlier I mean… On the red carpet?” Rami’s eyes downcast to his shoes, kicking an invisible pebble. You tentatively grabbed both his hands and brought them to your chest, covering them with your own. Rami made eye contact with you when he felt how fast and erratically your heart was beating. It matched his own.
“Yeah. I don’t know what to say. I think I’m still in shock to be honest.”
“Yeah, me too… I- I was leaving to come find you.”
“You were?”
“Yeah… listen YN, I meant everything I said earlier. I didn’t know you’d be watching I swear. I miss you and need you and I don’t even know how I’m still functioning without you. I didn’t want to try to get a hold of you when you were with Joe. You two looked so happy. So much happier than we had been those last few months before I fucked it all up and let you walk out.” He took a breath and you stole a chance to interject, hoping that it would get your point across that you just wanted to forget this all ever happened.
“I was happier with you. It’s always been you.” You both shared a tear filled wide smile before Rami continued.
“I don’t know how or what I can do to make it up to you but I am begging you to give me another chance.” Rami started to kneel down, and at the slight roar of the unwelcomed audience behind you, you pulled him up into your arms and kissed him sloppily on the lips before pulling away.
“You already did make it up to me. It’s all I’ve ever wanted is for you to just stick up for what we have to everyone. Even if they don’t mean anything to us. You don’t have to beg for me, you never lost me. Not really.” You both were crying openly now, the paps and news cameras long forgotten. Rami cupped your face in his large hands and kissed you deeply.
Warnings: Alcohol consumption and ridiculous behavior from Rami
( Part Two ) ( Part Four )
February 2012
Single.The worst thing for a person to be on a Valentine’s Day but here it is, another Valentine’s Day, another year of celebrating the joys of being single. Normally this annual event was only ever made bearable by copious amounts of alcohol and an unhealthy amount of chocolate but this year the pain of singlehood is magnified. For some reason unbeknownst to you, your best female friend decided that today of all days would be the best, most romantic day of the year to marry her long-time partner. Oddly the singular bright spot to this entire ordeal was not having to endure this entire day alone because both Malek brothers were also in attendance albeit one of them was drunk, very drunk, as he was busy trying to drown his newly single sorrows in a bottle of tequila. As a testament to how much of a great actor he is, he was putting on a semi-convincing brave face as he attempts to convince anyone that he’s just enjoying the freeze booze.
The festivities were kicking off post-ceremony which was absolutely beautiful though quite a cliche, and you were trying to enjoy a well earned drink. You’d made multiple trips to the open bar but more often than not you’d get waylaid by someone you barely knew that decided they absolutely had to make conversation with you. After sipping a few watered down drinks, a fierce determination settles in as you were only seeking a respite from requisite social duties you miraculously manage to make it to the bar uninterrupted, ordering several shots of your favorite liquor.
Scanning the room for the boys whom you’d lost track of fewer than fifteen minutes into the reception you spot Sami having a chat with a cute brunette but Rami was nowhere to be found. The bartender returned with your requested drinks shooting a slightly disapproving glance at the number of shots you’d ordered. Picking up the first of several shots and throwing them back like you were still in college, which you hadn’t been for some time, the thought unleashing a deep laugh from you.
Opening your small handbag and digging out a few twenties, you toss them into the tip jar that was cutely decorated on the bartop and set off in search of Rami. You spot Sami again this time he’s on the outer edge of the dance floor shaking his ass to some pop song with the brunette he’d been chatting with earlier. Skirting the edge of the dance floor, looking for Rami everywhere you nearly end up sprawled on the floor as you run into a hard body. You didn’t need to look as you could recognize him by the smell alone like some sort of animal but it was the grip on your upper arms that gave it away. You’d know that touch anywhere.
“Woah there babe, take it easy,” Rami says with a very relaxed drunken smile.
Without warning you suddenly find yourself being pulled into a very drunk Rami’s embrace before he releases your body and grabs your hand.
“Come with me,” he instructs, his eyes glassy but alight with amusement. Gone is the sadness you’d seen in them earlier most likely in large part to the copious amounts of alcohol that he’s imbibed and the bevy of pretty women he's been chatting with to occupy his short attention span.
His grip on your hand was iron though you aren’t sure he was aware of that fact as you struggle to keep up with his brisk pace as he pulls you along only stopping, rather abruptly in the middle of the dance floor. Nervously glancing about at all the other couples that you’d had to move through to get here.
His body begins moving to the tempo of the music, even if it was a little off, as the music shifts from some pop tune to a slower Bruno Mars number. His smile is bright and genuine as he pulls your body much closer than was necessary for a friendly dance, his hands settling on your hips while yours awkwardly settle yours on his shoulders, the pair of you looking very much like a couple of middle schoolers at your first dance. The fluttery feeling of butterflies in your stomach returns with a vengeance as is often the case whenever Rami touches you these days. Even if the touch was innocent it still causes that uncomfortable fluttery sensation. Your head began to feel floaty which you blame on the alcohol you’d consumed and definitely not the intoxicating scent of your friend.
As the two of you began swaying together to the music you could hear him softly singing the song. Stumbling a few times over each other before settling into a comfortable rhythm one of his hands comes up to brush away an errant strand of hair that had fallen out of your updo. The way he looked at you at that moment was unfamiliar. He'd never looked at you like that before. Confusion racking your alcohol-addled brain making the intensity of his eye contact nearly unbearable. Instead of holding eye contact, you decide to rest your head on his shoulder moving together as he continues quietly singing the song, purring the lyrics into your ear.
"If you ever leave me, baby,
Leave some morphine at my door
'Cause it would take a whole lot of medication
To realize what we used to have,
We don't have it anymore.
There's no religion that could save me
No matter how long my knees are on the floor (Ooh)
So keep in mind all the sacrifices I'm makin'
To keep you by my side
To keep you from walkin' out the door."
His hands slide up from your hips as he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you impossibly close setting all of your senses on high alert. It felt as if every sense in your body was overstimulated simultaneously which left you feeling dizzy. The dizziness caught you by surprise; one moment the two of you were swaying together in time with the music and the next thing you both knew you were falling. You end up flailing your arms looking like an oversized bird attempting to take flight just to keep your balance but his grip on your waist was firm; within moments you were both sprawled out on the floor with your body landing atop of his landing with a thud and an ‘oof’ from both of you.
“Well if you wanted to lead babe all you had to do was say so.” he laughs out, clearly amused from his position underneath you.
In an attempt to sit up you smack him playfully on his shoulder muttering some very unladylike things under your breath which evokes another amused giggle from your current body pillow. Attempting to roll over and off of him but the firm grip he held on your hips stopped you.
With not a care in the world, his fingers began dancing along your hips as he nonchalantly continued singing the Bruno Mars song. His hands made their way along your hip and thigh before stopping on your ass, which you realize has become entirely exposed during your fall and Rami is now squeezing your bum as if he were kneading bread dough.
"Rami-" you plead.
He responds with another giggle as he continues his gentle, yet firm kneading of your ass.
With a groan, you drop your head onto Rami’s chest, realizing that this is a futile fight. He's distracted and has completely forgotten where he is. Letting out a small huff you attempt once more to extract yourself from the drunken pile of man on the floor. In protest he manages to pull you back down to him, your head thumping against his chest again with a soft grunt.
"So squishy. It's so glorious," he muses, much to your chagrin.
“Rami-” you plead again, hoping that this time he'll come back to his senses.
He just drunkenly laughs as you squirm against his embrace hugging you tighter the more you move. With a resigned sigh you just rest your head against his body allowing your senses to be overwhelmed by the intoxicating scent of the man below you; tequila and his cologne.
Attempting to banish your wayward impure thoughts you try to refocus on how to escape your Rami prison. Every time you shift your weight he just holds you tighter as if he is trying to slowly suffocate you in all that is him.
As if sensing your internal distress beacon you find yourself being lifted away from your temporary dance floor captivity by strong hands so similar to the ones holding you hostage, yet so different. A jacket is placed around your shoulders and you unconsciously smooth down your dress. As Sami helps his brother up off the floor you were unsure of what to do, so you were frozen in place as you watch the twins retreating backs with Rami stumbling every few steps, as he leans on his younger brother for support, weaving their way through the throngs of people and tables.
Troubling thoughts fill your head as you try to make sense of what the hell just happened on the dance floor. It was so out of character for Rami to be like that in a public setting. Sure he was affectionate but never like that, ever. Shaking your head to clear those thoughts, choosing instead to grab some water for yourself and Rami. Clearly, both of you had consumed enough alcohol that it wouldn’t hurt.
With the cold bottles in your hand, you slowly approach the table that Sami had taken his brother located in the farthest corner of the reception hall, stopping in your tracks as you overhear part of the conversation currently taking place between the two brothers.
“She smelled so good I didn’t want to let her go,” Rami argues, though his tone was lighthearted.
“Okay, but did you really think the middle of the dance floor was the appropriate location for a-a, cuddle?” Sami stammers, trying to find the right words to describe exactly what he'd witnessed.
“I don’t see why not. It was just a cuddle. Cuddles are valid everywhere.” Rami laughs, looking at his brother as if he had to explain a joke.
“Rami, you took the poor girl down in the middle of a crowded dance floor and then held her captive. Did you not realize that the reason she was struggling to move was that her entire ass was on display?”
“It was just a cuddle! I don’t see how it is my fault she wasn’t wearing any panties under her dress. Her bum was so soft and squishy, who wouldn’t want to grab it? She does have an amazing ass but- it was just a cuddle. I’m not getting any cuddles anymore from anyone so-” Rami continues to ramble as if he somehow needed to defend his actions.
The DJ chose that moment to shift gears from the set of slower songs back into the upbeat dance music; unfortunately from your vantage point that left you unable to hear the rest of what Rami had been about to say. The only two things that were unmistakable at that moment were the dopey grin Rami was wearing and the scowl of disapproval on Sami's face.
Warnings: Some language and fluffy cuteness. Watery revenge.
( Part One ) ( Part Three )
August 2011
The heatwave that was currently affecting the entire west coast was so bad that it felt like everyone in California was flocking to any water source they could for respite against the high temperatures. All of the beaches were so incredibly packed that the heat radiating off the masses of bodies made it feel several degrees warmer than it actually was despite the ever present and unrelenting coastal winds. Those that had a pool were being inundated with calls and texts from friends begging for an invite to go for a swim. A random message from your favorite Malek brothers was how you’d found yourself lounging poolside with them.
You’d sprawled yourself out casually on one of the chaise lounges next to the pool in an attempt to work on your tan while watching Rami splash around with some of his friends. His golden skin was a beacon that made it impossible to look away from. You were just as mesmerized by him as you were by the droplets of water dripping from the end up of his mass of curls.
It didn’t take long for the heat of the day combined with the bright light of the brutal California sun to create a sort of lull for you as your eyes started slowly closing behind the lenses of your dark tinted sunglasses. With a start, your eyes snap open at the feeling of cold drops of water landing on the exposed bits of your now burning flesh. Annoyed, you manage to crack an eye open behind your sunglasses to see Rami standing over you wearing his famous shit eating grin.
“Fuck off Malek-” you grumpily protest at the interruption of your heat induced semi-coma.
He doesn’t say anything, just continues to grin down at you the droplets of water rolling off the ends of his hair, down his shoulders, back, and chest. The smattering of freckles across his chest and shoulders standing out against the golden glow of his skin as you continue watching water droplets from his hair run along his skin like little Rami Rivers. A few of the water droplets were escaping his hair and anding on your stomach leaving a trail of goosebumps as they rolled away.
“Did you need something Rami?”
“You need to get wet, right now,” he says matter of factly.
You arch a brow behind your sunglasses watching in amusement as his smile falters and his cheeks take on a subtle reddish hue as he realizes his unintentional innuendo.
“Oh, I do?” you respond with a snicker.
He doesn’t say anything else, just reaches down and pulls you off of your lounge chair so abruptly that you can't even voice a complaint. He sprints the few feet toward the pool holding your squirming body close to his chest, snug in his embrace as he cannonballs you both into the pool. You struggle against him until your bodies descend into the deep end of the pool, his grip on you only loosening once you’ve both become completely submerged in the tepid water.
Resurfacing angry and sputtering, hair plastered to your head leaving you temporarily blind as you search around for your assailant ready to exact some watery revenge. You can hear him resurface fairly close to you as he takes a deep inhale of oxygen. You allow yourself to dive back under the surface of the water and move your hair away from your face as you swim towards what appears to be his legs. For a brief moment, you consider pulling his swim trunks down but decide that your retaliation has to be something far better.
Resurfacing a second time in a matter of seconds you notice that he’s just bobbing in the water a few inches from you. Pulling your sunglasses off and tossing them out of the pool you recognize the grin he’s wearing as the playful mischievous one he’s known for. He arches a brow at you, the look on his face silently challenging you to fight back before he dives below the surface of the water again.
This is just the first part of a series that I’ve written and is mostly complete now. I was debating publishing these as one whole piece or in fragments.
I’ve decided to go with my original plan and publish these separately. Some will be shorter than others. Some of these pieces may not feel as if they are complete and that is intentional. The whole series is going to be snippets of Rami’s friendship with a female reader through about 12 years and each part is just a small piece of that story. It will conclude with a much longer story that will tie all of these together.
( Part Two )
October 2010
“Hey, watch it!” you mumble as you try and push his body away from yours, shouldering him as you huff in frustration at the hindrance that your warm blanket cocoon was providing.
Your complaints were followed by another poke to your ribcage and a low chuckle of amusement from him as you twist away to refocus your attention on the crappy horror movie that is playing on the large mounted tv above the fireplace. He did love all things horror and Halloween related, and while you did not share those passions, you were willing to suck it up if it meant getting to spend quality time with your two best friends.
Observing him warily as you clumsily worm your way toward the opposite end of his couch until your body hits the armrest as a mischievous smile spreads across his face. Rami nearly springs forward off the couch and lands on top of you as he jabs you in the ribcage again. You hadn’t told him to stop and you knew he was only being playful at your expense. Struggling inside your blanket prison for a few short seconds until you manage to free one of your arms to reach out to poke him back in silent protest, this time the smile was lighting up your face. Thinking that you’d gotten away with your jab, you raise your hand again and the fingers of your right hand nearly make contact with his torso until your wrist unexpectedly becomes captive in one of his large hands.
“You thought you were going to get away with that?” he huffs out, the fingers of his left hand tightening the grip on your right wrist. Your giggle in response only prompts him to continue as he shifts his weight forward, “Baby, I’ve got the reflexes of a cat,” he purrs in your ear, the warmth of his breath ghosting over your skin.
Snorting in response to his quip, yeah, he may have the reflexes of a cat but he’s clumsier than a toddler in socks taking their first wobbly steps on a waxed hardwood floor. The flood of images of Rami’s random acts of clumsy playing like a movie in your head leaving you barely able to suppress a giggle.
Of course, the little shit would take advantage of your momentary distraction for his own entertainment as the fingers of his free hand connect with your side. Your brain snapping you back to reality as your instincts to fight back take hold. Your body is thrashing about the couch loosening the cocoon of fluff from the blanket you’d wrapped yourself in earlier. The loud laughter escapes as you throw your head back in laughter while writhing against the couch as you try to find safety away from his unrelenting tickling fingers.
“Shut it you two!” Sami shouts from the other side of the living room in annoyance. Both your eyes quickly cast a glance at Sami, both momentarily forgetting he was present before his eyes meet yours again with a wide grin.
The reality of your current predicament setting in as your best friend’s body is casually sprawled across the top of yours, the soft blanket tangled somehow inexplicably tangled around both of you, his handsome face only inches away from yours full mouth quirked into one of those charming grins while his left hand is still firmly wrapped around your right wrist pinning it between both of your bodies. You cast your eyes downward in an attempt to break the eye contact that you’d been holding for a few seconds longer than you ought to have as the butterflies you were unaware you possessed began their fluttery dance inside of your belly.
Your head thumps back against the headrest as you close your eyes hoping that he cannot hear your soft exhale as you furrow your brows in confusion at how suddenly intimate this moment feels. Deciding that you needed to extract yourself somehow you sat up so rapidly that Rami hadn’t enough time to register what was happening as your foreheads met with a loud crack that caused you both to groan in pain.
Snorting in response to his quip, yeah, he may have the reflexes of a cat but he’s clumsier than a toddler in socks taking their first wobbly steps on a waxed hardwood floor. The flood of images of Rami’s random acts of clumsy playing like a movie in your head leaving you barely able to suppress a giggle.
Of course, the little shit would take advantage of your momentary distraction for his own entertainment as the fingers of his free hand connect with your side. Your brain snapping you back to reality as your instincts to fight back take hold. Your body is thrashing about the couch loosening the cocoon of fluff from the blanket you’d wrapped yourself in earlier. The loud laughter escapes as you throw your head back while writhing against the couch as you try to find safety away from his unrelenting tickling fingers.
