"So, truth or dare, Angel?" Max asked with a mischievous grin. I had been dragged to yet another slumber party—the first one since I moved away months ago. But I wasn't complaining. I missed my friends more than I realized. Angel hesitated before replying, "Truth." Immediately, the group lit up, excitement flickering in their eyes. "Do you have a crush on anyone?" someone blurted. Angel paused, her eyes flicking in my direction—so quick I might've imagined it. Then she said quietly, "Yes... I do."
The room buzzed.
"You're kidding! Who is it? Do we know them?" Max pressed. She's always been a little intense—first-grade friendship didn't come without battle scars. "Yes," Angel replied, attempting to look calm. She didn't succeed. Something fluttered in my chest. Relief? Nerves? I didn't say anything. I just watched as Max and the others continued to prod until Angel clammed up completely and the game moved on. "Dare," I said with a smirk when it was my turn. Max grinned devilishly. "I dare you to flirt with Angel."
I blinked. "What?"
"C'mon! You just have to fluster her a little. We've all done it before!" Internally, I wasn't opposed. Not really. But I wasn't ready to let anyone—especially Angel—know how I felt. I had been catching feelings for her lately, but they weren't soft and gentle. They were loud. Physical. Intense. And that scared me. I'd been pulling away without even realizing it. Angel touched my thigh. "It's okay, Y/N," she said, smiling gently. "I don't mind."
Max leaned in. "Just do it!"
I sighed. "Okay, but I'm keeping it tame."
I turned to Angel, cheeks warm. She looked a little nervous but didn't back away. Taking a breath, I stood up, walked to her, and gently placed an arm around her waist. My other hand rested at her back, drawing her closer. Our bodies pressed together. Hers was softer, warmer. My heart thundered. She swallowed hard, her hands resting tentatively on my arms.
"You okay?" I whispered into her ear, letting my breath tickle her skin. She nodded, her fingers tightening. I leaned down and kissed her neck—slowly, deliberately. She shivered, barely audible as a small moan escaped her lips. Pulling back, I met her gaze.
Max clapped. "Damn, that was hot! I wish my boyfriend had half your game." Angel giggled, her face flushed. I smiled back, my stomach in knots. The rest of the night passed in a blur of snacks and laughter, but all I could think about was Angel.
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~Angel's POV~
I couldn't stop smiling after she kissed me. It wasn't even on the lips, and yet—I wanted more. Craved it.
But afterward, Y/N seemed... distant. Pulled back into herself. Was she embarrassed? Regretting it? My chest tightened at the thought. I sat there quietly, watching her laugh with Max, watching her pull away just enough to hurt. Maybe she liked me. Maybe this wasn't a game. I couldn't stop hoping.
***
~Y/N's POV~
When I climbed into bed later, my head was spinning. I actually flirted with Angel. Not just flirted—touched her, held her, kissed her. And it felt electric. I kept thinking about her body pressed against mine. Her lips, her skin, her breathy little noises. It made me ache in a way I didn't fully understand. I turned onto my side and buried my face in my pillow, trying to calm down. A soft knock interrupted my spiral.
"Come in," I called.
The door creaked open. Angel stepped inside. Messy bun, tired eyes, sweats and a tank top—no bra. My mouth went dry. "Hey, Y/N," she said softly. "Can I ask you something?" I nodded, sitting up. She crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, clearly nervous. "Do you... like girls?"
My heart stopped.
"Um..." I hesitated. "I think I might." Her blush deepened. "If you're confused, I could... help you figure it out?" I tilted my head. "What do you mean?" She inched closer, eyes wide and scared but determined. "We're friends, right? And I just thought..."
She leaned in—and kissed me. Soft, warm, hesitant. Then she pulled back, red as a tomato. "I guess that answers that." I sat frozen, brain catching up. "You don't get it, do you?" she whispered, face inches from mine. "I like you, Y/N. Then she kissed me again. This time, slower. Tender. Her lips moved against mine like she was savoring it. When she pulled back, she whispered, "I know what I want." I stared at her, stunned. "How long?"
"A while," she admitted, looking down. "I'm sorry if that's—"
"No! Don't go," I said quickly.
She blinked in surprise. I added, "I mean... don't leave me alone. Please."
She relaxed, smiling. "Okay."
She climbed back onto the bed, and I scooted closer until I could rest my head against her shoulder. Her arms wrapped around me naturally, and I sank into her warmth.
***
~Angel's POV~
Her body fit perfectly against mine. We lay there, not speaking, just listening to the rhythm of our breaths. I shifted, turning toward her. "Are you okay?" I whispered. Our noses brushed. I kissed her again, soft and slow. Her lips parted just slightly. I felt dizzy. "I love you, Y/N," I murmured. Her eyes widened, but then she smiled. "I love you too," she said, like it had been sitting on her heart all along.
***
~Y/N's POV~
Everything inside me buzzed. When I looked at her, it was like the world faded.
"You're so beautiful," I whispered. "But I can't stop thinking about you. About what it'd feel like to... really be with you." Her breath hitched, but she didn't pull away. "I hope that's okay... my Angel." Her eyes softened, and she kissed me hard this time—urgent, hungry. I kissed her back just as fiercely. She moaned softly, and I felt it all the way through me. This wasn't just a crush. It was something more.
Something dangerous. Something beautiful.
Something real.
***
Y/N'S Pov
I'd be lying if I said I hadn't done my homework—some articles, a few too many videos. Purely academic, of course. Guess the research paid off.
Angel's lips tasted like mint gum and lip balm and something sweeter I couldn't place. Her tongue slid against mine, hungry, curious. I could feel her breathing harder through her nose. Her hands tugged at the hem of my shirt, and I leaned back just enough to look at her.
"Y/N," she murmured, a little breathless. Her lips were swollen, eyes half-lidded.
I didn't answer. Just dipped down and pressed my lips to her jaw, moving slowly, deliberately. Her skin was warm under my mouth. I kissed the curve where her jaw met her ear, then sucked lightly at the lobe. She jolted beneath me, a little twitch of her hips like she couldn't help it.
"God, Y/N..."
I pushed her hair out of her face so I could see her eyes again—wide and dark and so full of want it made my stomach tighten.
"Angel..." My voice cracked. "Will you please give me a reason to stop?"
She blinked slowly, cheeks flushed. "Come here," she said, pulling me in again. Her lips crashed into mine, messier this time, hotter. While we kissed, she guided my hand beneath her shirt, sliding it up over her ribs until I reached the swell of her breast.
She wasn't wearing a bra.
My fingers found her nipple, hard already, and I circled it gently, watching her face. Her mouth fell open and she let out a sharp little gasp, backing up just a little.
"Is this okay?" I asked, my voice shaky.
She nodded and laced her fingers through mine. "This is fine," she whispered. Then, quieter, more desperate: "More."
I leaned forward, kissing under her chin and down her neck, my hand sliding down her side and back up again. When I cupped her breast in both hands and squeezed gently, she moaned—really moaned—and I felt my whole body react.
She pulled me closer, nails lightly digging into the back of my neck. Her breath fanned across my face as she leaned in and took my bottom lip between hers. She sucked on it, slow and deliberate, then licked the spot she'd just kissed.
I felt soaked. My whole body was pulsing.
"Can I..." I whispered. "Touch you?"
"Yes." Her voice was hoarse. She yanked me forward by my waist.
I laid down next to her, guiding her to straddle me. I kissed the space just above her bellybutton and worked my way up slowly, kissing every inch of skin I uncovered. She was shaking slightly. My hands went to her back, and I found the knot of her bra, undoing it gently. I slid the straps down her arms and tossed it aside with her shirt.
Her nipples were already hard. I took one in my mouth, careful, while I rubbed the other with my thumb. Her back arched, her head tipped back.
"Jesus, Y/N..."
I pulled back just enough to whisper, "You're so fucking beautiful," then dipped down to kiss her stomach.
Her body was warm and twitching beneath my hands. I moved one hand down between her legs, slipping into her pajama waistband. Her breath hitched, but she didn't stop me. I slid my fingers lower and felt just how wet she already was.
She gasped and grabbed my wrist, pressing my hand harder into her. Her thighs trembled around me as she tried to stay quiet, biting her lip, breathing hard. When I slipped two fingers inside her, her whole body tensed. Then she exhaled a low, broken moan.
I wasn't stopping now.
***
~Angels pov~
Y/n pushed in another finger, stretching me in the most delicious way. My back arched off the bed, hips bucking into her hand like I couldn't get enough—and I couldn't. I didn't care where this desperation came from, didn't care how fast it hit me. I just needed her. All of her.She started pumping her fingers faster, deeper. I gripped the sheets with one hand and tangled the other in her hair as she leaned down and kissed me again, swallowing the broken sounds coming out of my throat. Her tongue shoved past my lips, messy and eager, and I moaned straight into her mouth.
I felt her hand shift, the heel of her palm grinding into my clit while her fingers stayed buried deep inside me. I whimpered. My thighs shook.
"Fuck," I gasped, head falling back as I pulled away from her mouth. "Y/n—"She didn't stop. If anything, she got rougher.
Her nails raked down the sides of my waist, dragging hard enough to sting. I cried out, pleasure spiking up my spine like a live wire. My hands clutched her shoulders, digging in. My legs wrapped around her waist, locking her in place. I wasn't letting her go anywhere.
Then I felt her shift down the bed. She kissed down my torso, lips and tongue trailing hot and wet over my skin. I felt her breath ghost over my thighs. My hips twitched.And then her tongue was on me—hot, soft, and relentless.
"Oh my God, Y/n," I cried out, voice ragged and shaking. Her fingers didn't stop moving, thrusting in perfect rhythm while her tongue flicked and circled my clit, sucking it into her mouth and pulling moan after moan from my throat. It was overwhelming. Every part of me was burning, trembling, desperate for more.
She sucked harder. My thighs clenched around her head. I didn't even know what I was saying anymore, just breathless sounds and curses spilling from my lips.
"Please—don't stop—please—"
She looked up at me, eyes locked with mine, lips still wrapped around me like she could taste how close I was. I saw the smirk forming there before she pulled back, just enough to speak.
"You like that, Angel?"
Her voice was hoarse. Taut with hunger. I nodded, breath hitching.
"Fuck yes," I panted. "Yes, don't stop."
She didn't. She went harder. Her fingers curled, pressing right into that spot that made my whole body twitch. My toes curled. I gripped her hair with both hands now, holding her there, grinding into her mouth. I couldn't help it. I was so fucking close.
I felt my body start to lock up. My thighs shook uncontrollably. My stomach clenched and a wave of heat rushed over me, crashing down like a tidal wave.
I came hard.
My whole body tensed and shook, hips lifting off the bed, mouth falling open in a silent scream before the moan ripped free from my throat.
She didn't stop until I was twitching, gasping, begging. Finally, she let go, crawling back up to kiss me. I tasted myself on her lips.
"That..." I whispered, chest still rising and falling fast, "was perfect."
She kissed the corner of my mouth and smiled. "I'm just getting started."