Fake scenarios + one shots (y/n x h/n)

•Friends w benefit (heavy smut)• |dear|

Y/n pov:

I can't believe this. Oh. My. God. I just hooked up with my best friend?! I mean... I wanted to. He wanted to. It was amazing. But—what the hell am I supposed to do now? I scramble to gather my clothes from the floor, slipping into a pair of his joggers and one of his hoodies before quietly heading for the door.

But before I leave, I glance back at him one last time. He's lying there, sprawled across his king-sized bed, his hair a tousled mess, looking so effortlessly perfect. His beautiful eyes are still closed, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. His arms rest above his head, veins visible, looking hotter than ever. And on his neck—two deep, dark hickeys. I did that. I swallow hard, quickly turning away before my thoughts spiral even more.

Shutting his door behind me, I rush to my car, take a deep breath, and press the gas pedal, driving home in complete disbelief. Once I make it back to my apartment, I sink onto my couch, staring at nothing.
What the hell just happened?

Flashback:

One of H/N's friends was throwing a birthday party, and since H/N didn't want to go alone, he decided to bring me—his best friend. While I was getting ready, I sensed someone watching me. I turned around, and there he was—leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.

My makeup was done. My hair was styled. I wore a black dress a friend lent me for the occasion. The problem? I couldn't reach the zipper. "Could you be so nice and help me?" I asked, turning around and lifting my hair.

A moment later, I felt his cold fingers against my skin as he slowly zipped up my dress. I let my hair fall back in place and turned to face him. He gave me a once-over, his brows furrowing—but he didn't say anything.

I shrugged and was about to walk out the door when— Suddenly, he grabbed me, threw me over his shoulder, and carried me straight to my bed.
"H/N, what the hell?!" I snapped, looking up at him as he leaned over me.

"So innocent," he murmured. I raised an eyebrow. Innocent? Not even close. And I was about to show him that.I slowly dragged my hand down his body, but before I could go any further, he grabbed my wrist, pinning it above my head.

His fingertips trailed lightly over my skin, stopping at my lips. He brushed his thumb over my bottom lip, his breathing turning heavier when I flicked my tongue against his finger and smirked.

His eyes darkened."Y/N, what the fuck are you wearing?" His voice was low.
"That, my dear best friend, is a dress."
"Come on, it's way too short. You look like—" He exhaled sharply. "Your too tempting"

I shoved him off me, making him land next to me on the bed.

Then, grinning mischievously, I climbed onto his lap, settling on the very obvious bulge in his pants.

"Tempting?"A temptation you can't resist, huh, H/N?" He clenched his jaw. "I don't think I'm going to be able to resist tonight" Our eyes locked, lust written all over them. I smirked at him but before I could tease him more, he grabbed me and crushed his lips against mine—aggressively, desperately.

His hand wrapped around my throat, making me moan into the kiss. Then, his lips trailed down my neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses on my skin.
I tilted my head back, giving him even more access.

"Y/N, you really can't go out like that," he whispered against my skin. "I need to get you out of this dress immediately." Smirking, he yanked the zipper back down. "Is that so?" I teased, slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt, revealing his sculpted abs. "Then I need to get you out of this shirt."

He groaned when I dragged my nails lightly down his arms, sending a shiver through his body. Then, suddenly, he lowered himself, pressing kisses along my inner thigh. A whimper escaped me. God, I was so needy for him. His mouth moved lower, teasing me, until— My back arched as his tongue flicked against my clit, sending shivers down my spine. He started slow, but quickly picked up the pace, making my entire body tremble. I bit my lip, trying—and failing—to hold back my moans. My hands instinctively tangled into his hair, gripping tight as he devoured me.

Holy fuck. "H/N," I gasped, tugging at his hair. "Don't stop yourself, sweetheart," he murmured. I let go. A moan ripped from my throat as waves of pleasure crashed through me. I was in heaven.

He kissed his way back up my body, pressing his lips against mine, his tongue slipping into my mouth.I could taste myself on his lips.

"You taste so fucking good," he groaned. "It's my turn to taste you," I whispered. Settling between his legs, I dragged my hand up his thigh, palming his hardness through his pants.His head tipped back, a deep groan leaving his lips. Slowly, I tugged off his boxers, my stomach twisting with anticipation.

The tension between us had always been there, lurking beneath the surface, just waiting for the moment we'd finally give in.And now? We were. I ran my tongue along the length of his cock, teasing him, before taking him fully into my mouth. "Fuck, Y/N," he moaned, gripping the sheets.

I kept going, hollowing my cheeks, sucking, teasing—until his whole body tensed beneath me. "Baby, if you don't stop, I'm gonna—" A deep groan ripped from his throat, his breath ragged. But he wasn't done yet. "Divine," he whispered. "But I want more. I want to feel you." I shivered. „Then what are you waiting for?" I whispered against his lips. His hands gripped my waist as he guided me down onto him, filling me completely.

I gasped, overwhelmed by the fullness, the intensity, the way he stretched me so perfectly. Slowly, he started moving, thrusting deep. His pace quickened. Our bodies moved together in perfect rhythm—harder, faster, rougher. "Y/N," he moaned, his grip tightening.I could feel it—he was close. I was close.
And then—Pure. Fucking. Euphoria.

We both collapsed onto the bed, breathless and utterly spent. It was, without a doubt, the best sex I'd ever had.

Present:

I was ripped from my thoughts when my phone buzzed. A new message. From him.

"Whatever the fuck that was, don't do it again. We'll talk." I stared at the screen, my heart pounding. So... leaving him in the morning wasn't what he wanted, huh?

But did that mean we were going to do it again? God, I hoped so.

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Uhm yeah I'll get myself a bible and some holy water.

I think this will be the spiciest chapter in this „book"
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To the credits: part of this was inspired by a Tik Tok (the end and the beginning) the main smut part was inspired by a FF I read here. So credit to them.