Various WayV Requests

Lucas used to be your FWB until he caught feelings, now he's all you think about

"Might as well just go home, I guess," you shrugged your shoulders and left the hotel room, deleting Tinder on your way out.

This cycle continued for weeks, actually. Trying to go on dates with other guys, even trying a new FWB, but every time you ended up thinking about Xuxi in the end, and it was all just infuriating and just outright not fair. You were the one who ended it in the first place, why are you doing this to yourself?

You were sitting on your couch, mindlessly flipping through Netflix movies when you finally decided, fuck it. You took your phone out and opened Xuxi's contact, staring at the empty conversation. You had deleted the original chat after you called things off with him, after all, and now this blank screen was just a daunting reminder of your mistake. Regardless, you took in a deep breath and sent the message. You stared at it for a while, and after two minutes of no response, you shook your head and tossed your phone to the other side of the couch. You picked the remote back up and played the first movie you saw.

Twenty minutes later, there was a soft knock at your door. You glanced to the front of your apartment, turning off the TV in the process. Then you picked up your phone again, there were no other text messages from anyone. You stood up and rested your hand on the doorknob, thinking for a moment if you really want to do this.

You pulled it open and you and Xuxi looked at each other. You couldn't tell what he was thinking, hell, you didn't even know what you were thinking, all you knew was that you wanted to see him and, well, here he is.

"Hey..." you didn't get to finish your sentence. He walked into your apartment and immediately pushed you up against the door, and just like clockwork, you pulled him closer, something you had done many times, but now you knew what you wanted. Your hand tangled in his hair and you pulled his head down to meet yours. You heard him lock the door behind you while he kissed you, you actually almost forgot about the crappy door you were pushed up against, no doubt some passing neighbor of yours would question the way it was shaking right now. This is what you wanted, you wanted the wind to get knocked out of you, you wanted the thrill, this was something that the other guys you tried to talk to just couldn't give you. He tapped on your waist and you knew what that meant. You jumped up and he held onto your waist, letting you wrap your legs around him while he moved on to your neck, easily pushing the strap of your camisole out of the way and biting into your skin softly, which was enough for you to finally let the quiet moan leave your mouth. You tugged his shirt off right after and threw it to the side.

"God, I fucking missed you," he said in a low voice. He carried you to the couch and hovered over you. Your lips connected again and you couldn't help but notice how right it all felt, and now you couldn't help but to reprimand yourself for not realizing it sooner. His hands, fuck you could cum just thinking about them but you're not a quitter, moved down your torso and settled at your waist, applying just the right amount of pressure to drag out another moan from you. You were starting to get light headed but you didn't want him to stop. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours, allowing you both a second to catch your breaths before you pushed your lips together again. It's strange, you had texted him with the full idea of wanting to fuck, but that just didn't seem like the right term to use anymore, actually, you were more happy with what you two were doing now, just making out on your couch. And, thank god, he caught on to your thoughts quickly. Again he pulled away and you whined. God, fuck, you whined, of all things. "Is it safe to assume you missed me too?"

"You have no idea, Xuxi," you groaned. "You don't even have a clue about how often I've thought of this."

"I think I can make a good guess," he winked at you and you looked away.

"Is it too late?"

"For...?" He knew damn well what you meant but you could tell he wanted you to say it.

"Us to be in a relationship?" You asked in a small voice. "I mean, it's totally okay for you to say no, I mean, I ended this in the first place, so I get it if you don't want to anymore, it's up to you..." He sat up and huffed.

"So you're telling me that I came all the way here to your apartment, which by the way is a good ten minute drive without traffic, pushed you up against your crappy door that I've told you many times that you should fix, gave you probably the best make out session of your life, and you think that I'm not interested in you anymore?" You propped yourself up on your elbow.

"I mean, I had to ask," you flashed an awkward smile. "Just in case, ya know? It's been a couple of weeks..."

"No, by the way. It's not too late," he says. You grab onto his wrist and pull him down next to you.

"Thank god," you clutch onto his arm. He pushed your head up on his chest.

"Were any of those other guys even close?"

"Fuck no," you laughed. "God, do I have stories for you, it wasn't even the sex, some of them were just outright rude to me."

"You had sex with them?"

"Well... if it counts I didn't exactly enjoy it..."

"Now this won't do," he clicked his tongue and rolled over you again, locking you in place, "I don't know how I feel about my girl screwing around," you knew he was joking but you also caught on to the more mature undertones. It was going to be long night, you knew that, but at the same time, you weren't exactly complaining.