triggers - not much of a trigger, but a warning, smutt. not full on detailed smutt just like.. lowkey smutt i think
Y/N, for the first time, felt conscious on what to wear. She didn't know whether to go for a dress or pants. Baggy or tight. Colorful or Dull. She was practically pulling her hair out trying to find something to wear. Why does she even care? She's just gonna hang out, watch movies, smoke pot, not go on a fancy dinner, cuddle and fuck.
She exhaled as she settled for something comfy. Something that showed that she definitely-didn't-spend- too-much-time-picking-out- clothes-to-go-with-this-instead.
She brushed her hair back before nodding to her reflection.
Her heart was skipping beats in pure nervousness and she didn't even know why. She jogged through the pavement trying to calm her nerves down but it just quickened her heart beat.
What is going on with her today?
Carl on the other hand was no different from Y/N. He quickly took off his apron and rushed out of the business and made his way home. Quickly changing out of his shirt into a new one, changing into new pairs of boxers and pants and making sure he sprayed axe here and there and also down there.
He ruffled his hair and brushed his teeth before running down, making sure none of his siblings were home at the moment and were doing their own thing.
He sighed to himself contently as he plopped himself to the couch after preparing the movie and lighting a roll.
He took a huff and closed his eyes. I hope we fuck tonight.
Cherry Balm.
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Y/N hesitantly knocked on the door. Carl was quick to run to it and open it, Y/N smiling just made him even more excited than nervous.
The girl on the other hand was nervous. Carl opened the door wider so she can come in and she took the welcome gladly.
Carl took another huff of his joint before passing it to Y/N who looked at it before taking another huff.
"What's on for tonight?" Y/N grunts, sitting on the couch. "This is the End?" Carl suggested. Y/N thinks about it for a moment. "Yeah, sure. It's funny." She giggled. Carl sets up the TV and starts up the movie.
It was awkward to say the less. Really awkward. Other than the movie blasting and the smoke from the blunt, the two were never this quiet in their whole entire life.
Carl should be spitting some pick up lines, being dirty like he used to with other girls. Y/N should be giggling, rolling her head, licking her lips but they just couldn't.
It took a lot of courage for one to move and they decided to move together after an awkward silence for 4 minutes straight.
The two both looked at each other, "Oh what the hell." Y/N shrugged and leaned in for a kiss. Carl kissed back, and they were making out aggressively and that making turned into something more aggressive.
Y/N grunts and huffed and pants and Carl just groaned and rolled his eyes back.
What a hell of a night.
It was a nice idea that Y/N opted for her favorite bra and underwear.
Their nice time were interrupted half way in when someone opened the door and, lo and behold, it was Frank. Y/N yelped and Carl looked at the door in annoyance. Frank just looked at the two of them, Y/N ontop of Carl, sweaty and had this embarrassed, scared face almost as if her soul got sucked out and Carl just had this irritated face, annoyed his father, out of all people, interrupted.
Frank pursed his lips and nods slowly, pointing to the counter, Carl widened his eyes on him as if to tell him to hurry up and Frank did so before leaving and slamming the door shut.
Y/N sighed and leaned her head to Carl's shoulder in pure fluster. "That was embarrassing-" She chuckled before Carl continued and pounded into her making her yell and jolt up, "JESUS CHRIST, A WARNING?" He just shakes his head and chuckled and kissed her, and then the night goes on.
