Karl Jacobs x OC

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Millie POV

I woke up at one and couldn't fall back asleep, I felt so awake, like it was midday. I stood up and looked out my window just to make sure. Yep, still dark out.

Downstairs, I knocked softly on Clay's door. When no one answered and there was no movement I sighed, about to go back upstairs when I heard someone hum downstairs.

I slowly went downstairs, the lamp was on in the small living room. "Karl?" I asked, he was sitting on the couch, phone in hand, looking through Twitter.

"Hey, why are you up?"

"Why are you up?" I repeated.

He shrugged "I couldn't sleep."

I nodded. "Same." He patted the spot next to him on the couch and I sat down, hugging my knees up to my chest. He wrapped his arm around my back and leaned me over onto his shoulder, running one hand through my hair. "Did you sleep at all?" I asked quietly. I felt him shake his head no. "You should stop drinking so many monsters."

"Yeah, probably." He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

I closed my eyes. "Goodnight, Kar." I said, releasing a content sigh.

"Goodnight Mills."

As I was about to slip back out of consciousness, I felt his lips being pressed against the top of my head, making my heart flutter.

Karl POV

I woke up to movement next to me and something soft brushing against my jaw. I opened my eyes and looked down, Millie was still lying on me, I felt her cold skin against my hand and I leaned forward to see what she was wearing, she was in shorts and a crop top. I grinned sleepily and saw her feet start moving slowly, indicating she was waking up.

My eyes closed and I leaned my head back like I was still asleep, I don't know why I did this, it just, happened. I heard her shifting her in her position and her head come up off my shoulder. "Damn it." She murmured to herself.

Before she left, I felt a short and sweet kiss pressed against the corner of my lips, it took all of me not to open my eyes and move my head to the left just a bit to come in contact with her lips.

Clay POV

I watched George from bed, he lifted up his arms for a moment, showing off his perfect little fragile body underneath the large hoodie. When he turned around and saw me staring the top of his cheeks turned light pink. "You're obsessed." He said, walking back over to the bed, I was sitting on the edge with my feet touching the ground and he slid onto my lap, kissing my neck once.

I scoffed and put my hands on his butt to keep him from sliding off. "I am not obsessed."

"I've caught you staring at me like four times this morning and you haven't even been up for an hour." He pressed another kiss into my neck. "Also your hands are on my ass right now."

"Well, I- okay, whatever." I stumbled, rolling my eyes.

He hummed and got off my lap. "Mkay, Dreamie." He cooed.

I grabbed his hips to stop him from walking away and stood up. "Fine, I might be obsessed." I kissed his neck roughly, he turned around and I picked him up, placing him down carefully on the bed while keeping my lips on his skin. I snuck my hands up his hoodie and traced my fingers across his body. "You're so perfect." I whispered, moving to his lips.