Albert x F!Reader ONESHOTS

sleepover / should this be mature????????

short story by ava,

No inspiration from other writers, just came into my mind. Sorry if it sounds similar to any other stories.

1:34 am;;

I rub my eyes and  reach over to my nightstand, waking up to an annoying 'ding' repeating. I'm usually obliged to ignore it, but this time I checked, because if you are texting me at almost 2 in the morning it has to be serious. 

I notice my friend alberts profile picture on the notification and decide to tap it. I type in my passcode and open messages.

'hey'

'sorry I'm texting so late'

'idk if u are going to see this'

'My parents are going out of town for a few days.'

'wanna come over?'

I stare at the texts for a few seconds, trying to decide.

I start to type,

'YESSSS' I type, trying to sound excited.

'YESS<-' I delete it and try to think of something better. If he would've asked me this sooner, I wouldn't be so hesitant. But now it's changed. I don't know how the night would end, and thats what I'm scared of.

Usually when we hang out, the atmosphere is light and raw, we talk about future careers and mindlessly stare at our phones.

Last time was different.

The air might've been a little warmer, maybe his room was cleaned, but it was just different. I have always secretly had a warm spot for him, but I would never admit it.

Not even to myself.

Until last time we hung out.

 [LONG FLASHBACK]

When I arrived it was the same old thing, we would just stare at our phones and have light conversation between swipes. but 3 minutes in, he put his phone down.

"It died" he spoke, looking right through my eyes into my soul.

Instead of getting a cord he just threw it on the table. He scooted closer to me from his spot on the couch, which I didn't mind. Until I felt eyes on me. Not my phone.

I tapped the button on the side and shut my phone off. I put it down and then looked back up. Staring. We locked eye contact for at least 8 seconds, and then he creeped his hand near mine. I noticed it, but I didn't wanna let it happen, even if I knew it would. I gave up the forcefield of anxiety when I finally felt his hand graze my fingers. I reluctantly blinked, looked to the side, and then back into his eyes.

"Whats up, Albert?" I asked him, trying not to sound nervous.

But I was. I wanted to grab him and kiss all over him, and throw up or smack him at the same time. I knew what was coming.

"Why do you ask?" He questions. I know his intentions and he knows that I know. I see the subtle smirk lying upon his face as his hands sneak around my wrists.

At this point our faces are only inches apart, my heart is racing 800 miles per minute, and I beg that he can't see me shaking.

I don't say anything, I just look at him. Looking at him hoping he knows what I'm thinking, but thats impossible because I'm thinking many different things. Things like, 'don't do it, it will ruin it,' or 'please let me feel it,' and

'Just get it over with.' My mind isn't in one place, I'm wishing this is just a dream, and it won't have consequences.

He must have thought that silence was permission, because in the next 17 seconds he slides his hands up to my neck, gently cups them around my face and pulls me in for what will unfortunately be the worst and best thing ever.

A kiss.

Before in know it his lips are scattered all over mine, his tongue is finding its way down my throat, our lips moving in sync to a silent rhythm he calls love, and it feels like pure heaven. And the worst part is that I liked it. I reciprocated and I didn't even know what was happening. I close my eyes, accepting the moment and trying to enjoy it, my pessimistic thoughts living in the back of my mind.

He sucks my bottom lip, learning about me, his really good friend. I love it though. I let my tongue into his mouth, and then I am hit by a sudden realization. friends don't kiss. I bring my tongue back in my own mouth, tasting his saliva, its sweet and fruity. But friends don't do this. I open my eyes, I'm met with half lidded beautiful brown eyes. I almost don't want to stop, but it needs to. I bite his lower lip and his eyes widen in shock. 

The best I can do right now is a silent apology.

We pull apart, I look at my hands as I'm gasping for air and he's just looking at me. In disbelief. I felt horrible.

I look back up and try to form an answer, anything that comes out of my mouth is incoherent because my brain is mush. He pulls away and starts to panic.

"Oh my god, am actually so sorry, did you want that? I thought- like you looked like you did but I wasn't sure and I just went for it and I didn't mean to scare you or anything, I am so sorry Y/N, Im actually so sorry man, I-"

"It's fine." I get out, lying to myself, lying to him. It truly wasn't, I was both terrified and relived he had kissed me, and I didn't know why I felt either of those things. But the look of relief on his face after reassuring him was soft and relaxed, calming me down.

"Are you sure?" He whispers. I wanted to answer. I wanted to tell him how I feel. But I couldn't. So instead I take a few deep breaths.

"Yeah..? " I announce, trying to not sound absolutely terrified.

 This sucks. This actually sucks.  My best friend just kissed me. I just kissed my best friend. I looked at him for a few seconds, then at his lips, then back up to his eyes. 

He started laughing. LAUGHING??? I look at him in confusion. I couldn't help but smile. if I'm being honest the kiss was the best feeling ever. but I am so confused now. I didn't know whether to cry or laugh or kiss him again. I thought about the options for a few moments before the melody of his laughter is gone and I feel arms pulling me down. We were no longer on the couch.

 I felt the arms that were just pulling me pulling me off a couch pull me into a hug. I did need a hug. maybe he's the reason I need a hug but hey at least I got one. I hug Albert back, as tight as I can. I hoped that would never happen again. At least not the way it did. 

[FLASHBACK ENDING]

...

I think I got a little lost in thought.