Snl Oneshots

Roommates pt.2 (Andy Samberg)

*warning: slight smut*
(Or at least I think, I'm not really good at this kind of stuff)

"What do you mean by 'the opposite'?" He asked, confused.

"I... n-nothing, really... I just meant... I meant that you're really nice too..."

"Y/n, don't lie to me, you're not good at it... just tell me, I won't judge..."

"It's... ugh" she sighed, rubbing her temples "It's nothing..."

"Y/n..." he said, softly.

He put a hand on her knee, making her blush.

"I-I can't tell you..."

"Why?"

"Because... b-because it's complicated... and it will ruin everything, and-

"What is it?"

"...I-I like you"

He froze.

"Fuck" she said, hiding her face in her hands "...I knew it"

She bit her bottom lip, trying to hold back the tears.

She fucked it up.

He didn't like her, she knew it... and everything was going to change forever.

He would be too embarassed to talk to her, and they wouldn't have seen each other anymore... no more movie nights, no more beers together...

"I fucked it up" she cried.

"Y/n..." he smiled.

"I messed up, I knew it"

"Y/n, calm down!" he chuckled, taking her hands in his, "You didn't"

He put a hand on her cheek, smiling as he dried off a mascara-tear with his thumb.

"Why the fuck did you put mascara on?" he laughed "You stayed at home all day!"

"Because I wanted to" she giggled between the tears.

"...Y/n... trust me, it's ok. You haven't fucked anything up"

"You just pity me" she said, looking away, ashamed.

"No, I don't" he whispered softly, raising her chin to look at her in the eyes "I really don't"

"And why should I belive you" she sniffed.

"Because of this" he whispered.

"Because of wha-

Before she could finish, he smashed his lips on hers.

She froze, feeling her heart skip eight beats at a time.

Was it even really happening?

He gently put his other hand on her hip, making sure she was ok with it.

She was more than ok with it.

Y/n melted into the kiss, embracing that warm, familiar feeling. It was like she already knew his taste... his touch...

And yet, the only place where it had already happened was in her dreams.

And his, of course.

She rested her hands on his surprisingly-hard chest, and gently pushed him, making his back hit the backrest of the sofa.

She could feel him smirk as they kissed.

"Enjoying yourself, y/n/l?"

"Shut up" she giggled, breathless.