One shots

The Bookworm - Part 2 🌶️

ʸ'ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ˡᵒⁿᵍ- ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵒᵛᵉʳᵈᵘᵉ- ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᵎ ᶦᵗ ᵏᶦⁿᵈᵃ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵃ ᵗᵘʳⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ʰᵃᵈ ᵖˡᵃⁿⁿᵉᵈ- ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃᵗ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ˡᵃˢᵗ- ᶦᵗ ᶦˢ ᵈᵒⁿᵉᵎ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ˡᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏ ⁼⁾

If I had known sex with your best friend was this good, I would've pushed harder years ago.

By that, I mean I would've asked Finn to fuck me instead of being a little chicken and watching from afar wishing he were mine.

It's been months since the first time, but he still hasn't allowed me to see the notebook he talked about. Whenever I bring it up, he laughs it off and says, "Maybe later," and distracts me with mind blowing sex.

A very effective strategy, but very frustrating thinking about it later.

Although we aren't officially together or anything, he still calls me cute names and takes me out on dates.

Like the one he's planning now.

"Okay, I get off work at 6 today. What do you say we go see that movie you've been wanting to and then go from there? I can pick you up, I'll just have to get ready quick." Finn proposes over the phone on his break. I sit at home, wishing it wasn't his weekend to work.

"I can meet you at your place." I counter, desperate for more time with him. I feel like I never see him anymore. Sure, we see each other several times every week, but lately it's felt like I have to fight to keep his attention unless we're having sex.

The sex is great, don't get me wrong, but I miss my best friend. If I wanted a fuck buddy, this would be fine. But I didn't want to lose the Finn I had before just to get there.

His pause is long. So long that tears form in my eyes, feeling like this is the beginning of the end. "Finn?" I ask quietly so my voice doesn't crack.

"Sorry, yeah, that's fine. I'll meet you there at 6. I gotta go, bye Rae-Rae."

He hangs up before I can say bye, or point out that if he gets off at 6, he won't be there by that time.

I try to read, but I can't focus the rest of the day. Restlessness eats at me until I get up and throw all my stuff in a bag with a plan to head over to Finn's.

I send him a text that I'm going over early to use his shower, since the hot water is broken at the apartment I share with my brother.

"Where are you goin'?" Robby asks from the living room.

"Finn's." I answer shortly, grabbing my keys off the hook.

He grunts. "Gonna tell him to get his head out of his ass and ask you out for real?"

I glare, flipping him off as I walk out. "Love you." I grumble, knowing it's not really him I'm upset with.

"Love you too. Be safe, text me when you're coming home!" He calls after me.

When I reach Finn's apartment I let myself in with his spare key.

It's cleaner than one would expect.

My room is typically a bit of a mess...

I immediately jump in the shower, wanting to give my hair time to dry fully before we have go. As soon as I'm done washing my hair, I turn the water up to what Finn likes to describe as Hell fire.

I call it a nice shower, he doesn't know what he's talking about.

By the time I've finished, my body is bright red and I'm in a significantly better mood than before.