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Babies on Board Part 1 (MBJ x Famous Black OC)

A/N: Sort of a part 3 to Falling Apart? Gonna be honest... this is just 5k words of Els and Bakari being cute lol there's no plot here... just fluff and cute pregnancy vibes.

12 Weeks

“Any concerns before we get started?” Simone asked as Michael helped Charlotte get situated on the examination table. 

Her initial response was a mere disgruntled huff as she flopped back against the cold uncomfortable material of the table. 

It would have been easier to list what was not a concern at this point. She was was not even close to done with teh process and was already ready for this baby to move the fuck out of her uterus to a new address. She was constantly uncomfortable, throwing up every hour of every damn day, dizzy and to make matters worse, she was gaining weight faster than she could have ever imagined. Limbs that never ached before seemed to now only know one setting: pain. And she knew it was only going to get worse.

The A list couple had made the conscious decision to not publicly announce their pregnancy yet. That decision had made the final week of their press tour decidedly miserable and their vacation did not fare much better as Charlotte fought off non stop morning sickness. While she enjoyed the first week of their trip, laying out on their private beach in Saint-Tropez, she was essentially sequestered to the cabin of their yacht during the final week as the deadly combination of morning and motion sickness hit her. She tried to power through but even she could not hide how miserable she was. So she was not shocked when Michael cut the trip short so they could get home and Charlotte could relax at home and be close to her doctor.  

They both knew their runway to announce this themselves was quickly running out as Charlotte had, much to her chagrin, already formed a small but distinct baby bump. Her wardrobe now consisted almost exclusively of Michael’s oversized clothes from his Killmonger days to hide it. And while it was cute and chic now, she knew it would not last without someone noticing soon enough. She knew it was not a secret they could hide forever but she thought they would have more time than this. 

The bump was the first physical and tangible sign that they were going to be parents and that their lives were about to drastically change. And every time she looked at herself, she was hit with this all consuming dread that she was not ready, that she had gone on this journey and she would not be good enough. Michael was ready, he had been born to be a father and his excitement was bright enough that she did not think he even noticed how dim her light was.

“Umm the only thing… I feel like I’m already gaining too much weight?” She paused when she heard Michael make an annoyed tsk noise, whipping her head around in frustration. “What? That’s my concern right now.” 

“That ain’t what we talked about, baby,” he sucked his teeth in annoyance, though his tone maintained its usual sweetness toward her. He knew she was struggling with all of this and the hormones certainly were not making it any better for her. 

Vain was not a word he would have ever used to describe Charlotte. She cared about her appearance and being a fashion it girl on red carpets but she never really harped on putting on extra weight or things like that. However, as her body started to make subtle changes week by week, she developed an obsession with her weight and figure. And every day she looked in the mirror and noticed something different or saw the number on the scale increase, it only added fuel to the fire in her mind. And while he understood all of that, there were real concerns that he did not want to get lost in her pursuit to maintain her weight despite being pregnant. 

She groaned, rolling her eyes as she folded her arms like a petulant child. “It was just the once, Bakari. And everything I read said it’s normal.”

“It wasn’t just once. And you know it’s hella convenient when you choose to listen to Google and when you don’t.” He turned to address his rant to Simone who merely sported an amused look on her face. “100 articles told her it was totally normal to start showing at 12 weeks but she’s convinced that can’t be right. But WebMD, which told her she had brain cancer once cause she had a fuckin’ headache by the way, is right about you faintin’ left and right??” 

“First, ‘left and right’ is dramatic… this isn’t a set, no need for theatrics.” She sucked her teeth in annoyance. “Second, there’s no reason to trash Web MD, real doctors submit that information and it is literally science…” she started to fuss at him when Simone cut her off, shaking her head at the couple’s antics.

“Ok, ok, ok. How about you tell me, an expert, you know years of schooling and residency and a mountain of debt, and I’ll tell you if it is normal or not?” 

“Well the two things are connected, in my opinion,” Charlotte responded. “When we got back from vacation around 9 weeks, I felt like I was already gaining a lot of weight so I increased my workouts a bit. Got dizzy a few times and someone,” she cut her eyes toward Michael, “insisted I cut back. But I already have a bump and it’s huge… I look like I could be six… EIGHT months pregnant!” Simone and Michael both snickered at her exaggeration but her hormones gave her a pass. “Don’t laugh at me, Michael! I’m serious! This all just feels too soon and I know it’s not my diet. I just started being able to keep food down all day like yesterday.” 

“She’s leaving a lot out,” Michael chastised, though his tone mirrored the loving and exasperated expression on his face. “We cut back because she’s fainting after her runs. And not just after runs, I bet she didn’t tell you about her fainting spell on our press tour.” 

“Once!” She cried out. “And I already compromised with you on this! And that was weeks ago… such a snitch,” she whispered the last part under her breath.  

“Twice,” he called out louder. “She fainted twice, once in the driveway and once trying to walk up the stairs after her run. She was alone the first time and I was behind her the second time thankfully. Or else, I would’ve been taking her to the damn ER. She could’ve been seriously hurt. And she’s been getting lightheaded and dizzy almost every day. Her compromise was to cut back from 5 miles to 3, which is the point of this argument that I’ve been having with her for the last 72 hours since I caught her from falling down the damn stairs. She needs to stop completely and she thinks she shouldn’t because of the weight gain.” 

Simone’s hand went to her heart as she made a small “awww” noise and wheeled around in her chair. 

“An overprotected husband and a wife who can’t slow down… you two are in for a very long 9 months,” she chuckled before turning her attention back to Charlotte’s chart. “Many women have a bump at 12 weeks. It’s jarring, which is totally fair, and can be overwhelming but it’s true. Everyone’s different. We’ll make sure nothing’s wrong. But Charlie, you’re gonna have to learn to accept the changes in your body as they come. I’m sorry but you aren’t gonna be able to outrun a baby bump. If there was a way, lord knows I would’ve done it for my kids. And you’re both right and wrong so that’s fun and please, for the love of God, stay off WebMD. Dizziness and fainting are common and there can be several causes but if they persist as time goes on, you should let me know. You are fine to work out for now but listen to your body and take it easy. I would lay off running outside and trails unless someone is with you thoug. Is that a good compromise for both mom and dad?”

“Fine, if Michael gets us a better treadmill than that janky one in the gym.”  

“If it keeps your ass from running through our neighborhood, I’ll buy 10 treadmills. I assume that’s in addition to your real push present?”

“Naturally. Diamonds, baby… lots of them. And a new car if you ever want me to go through this shit again,” she winked at him and pushed herself up to kiss him softly. 

Michael knew she was half kidding and did not expect all of those things, however, he would get them without question. In fact, he was already shopping for a new car for her and a new family car. He had not figured out her other gifts yet but they would most certainly be of the sparkly and expensive variety. His baby deserved every push present he could afford.

“Hope that Black Panther check is still coming,” Simone mused as she stood up with the ultrasound wand. “Alright, let’s see what we got going on in here.” 

Michael pressed his lips to Charlotte’s forehead to calm her as she nervously fidgetted. It was more than nerves, they both knew, she was terrified. Terrified that they had made it this far only for something horrible to go wrong. She would never admit it to Michael but she had barely forgiven herself for their miscarriage. If something happened this time, she did not know how she would survive it. 

She was thankful every day for Michael, his steadiness and calm. His face was already the picture of fatherly pride as he stared at the black and white ultrasound monitor. He was the only thing holding her together, the only thing keeping her ever present terror somewhat at bay. They waited in a slow silence until a soft thumping filled their ears. Charlotte let out a deep exhale of relief as their child’s heartbeat sounded through the room. 

Michael did not outwardly show his relief, even though he had been just as nervous as Charlotte. He was simply better at hiding it and did so mostly for her benefit. He could tell she had been keeping the pregnancy at arm’s length up until this moment. Her excitement was muted, she spoke in terms of ifs instead of whens as if she was convinced something would stop them from seeing that glorious finish line. While Michael had always been more of the optimist in their relationship, he was a bit surprised at how little Charlotte wanted to talk about or acknowledge her pregnancy until the first trimester was over. He imagined that was what fueled her obsession with her weight and the changes in her body. Those were the physical signs that she was indeed pregnant and that it was not something she could push to the back of her mind because she was scared. 

But Michael, regardless of his fears, had faith that this was their moment. Every day that passed assured him that this was different. He saw their child and future family so clearly, it was as if God was speaking to him. In a few months, they would have a healthy baby. His mind would not allow him to believe anything other than that. 

“And there’s our little one’s heartbeat. Very strong.” 

Charlotte squeezed Michael’s hand as they listened, both of their eyes filling with tears as they listened to the steady beat of their child’s heart. Proof that they had created this miracle together. 

“Thank you, baby. I love you so much,” Michael whispered as he kissed her lips.  

Before she could say it back, Simone interrupted them. 

“And… oh, give me a second. I see something that could be…” Simone continued moving the wand around, the heartbeat fading away as she studied the black and white ultrasound machine. The doctor was clearly preoccupied with whatever was on the screen that Charlotte could not hope to understand, her half completed sentence dying off much to the couple’s chagrin.

Charlotte glanced between her husband and her doctor, her joy souring into panic within an instant. This was the one moment and place she did not want her doctor to see anything that gave her pause. She glanced back at Michael whose face was no longer the excited one from minutes ago, but had gone utterly stoic. His eyes were the only thing that gave insight into his emotions, his worry swirling around in them despite his best efforts to shield his wife from it.

“W-what’s wrong?” She asked, clearing her throat, hoping she could keep the pure panic she felt out of it. 

“Relax, Charlie. Nothing’s wrong. Sorry, I just wanted to triple check but our friend has a friend in there. Hear that?” She moved the wand to another part of her belly, another heartbeat sounding. “You’re having twins.” 

Silence.

“W-what?” 

“N-No, no. That can’t be right. H-How’s that possible?” 

Simone laughed. “Well, sex… genes and pure luck, honestly. Can’t tell the genders yet but you definitely have two growing in there. Which would explain the weight gain and bump and lightheadedness… multiples can make symptoms more severe. So just listen to your body and take it easy,” Simone smiled. “You two look like I just grew three heads.” 

Charlotte let out a nervous chuckle. “No, no… I think that just wasn’t on our list of things you’d say today. Twins… whew… God’s just throwing us in the deep end, huh?” she laughed, glancing at Michael. She was excited, her eldest sister had twins and their bond was truly beautiful to see. However, she could not tell how Michael felt. They were doubling their household in one go and she could not tell if he was happy or utterly terrified. 

Michael merely smiled and kissed her. “We know how to swim,” he whispered. Michael knew he should be terrified at the prospect of two babies but he wasn’t. But with Charlotte, he knew he could tackle anything, they could do anything.

“Famous last words,” Simone remarked, enjoying their blissful excitement. 

***

New Years (15 weeks)

“Come on, bed. You’ve been on your feet all night.” 

Charlotte laughed and glanced back at him as they walked up the stairs to their master suite. “You gonna be this overprotective the whole pregnancy? You were damn near pushing me into every open chair all night, Bakari. I stood for maybe two hours total.” 

“Yea well, still too long. And you just started to feel better a few weeks ago. Bey did not care that you weren’t tearing up the dance floor. She’s been where you are. She said she was shocked you even made it out of the house.” 

Charlotte sighed as they both walked into their giant closet. Their garment bags were already hanging and ready for their matching New Years Eve fits to go back into their safe homes. 

“She has been amazing… so much good advice. And please… as if I was going to miss Bey and Jay’s epic New Year’s party. It’s the party of the year, babe. Though this year was not the same with my stellar dance moves.” 

“Drunk dance moves,” he whispered as he came behind her to help her take off her jewelry. 

“Don’t pretend like drunk Charlotte isn’t your favorite,” she teased. “Too bad she’s serving a ten month prison stint. I miss her,” she moaned quietly. 

Michael let out a barking laugh. “I love you in all forms, baby.” His eyes fell down to her boobs, which were straining against the deep v neckline of her dress that stopped right at the top of her belly bump. “Particularly this form,” he leaned over and sucked on a particularly sensitive spot on her neck. 

He loved every aspect of Charlotte’s body, always had. And while Charlotte continued to bemoan the changes her body was going through, Michael was not complaining one bit. Her boobs were bursting out of every top and her already perfect hourglass figure had started to fill out a bit more. She looked radiant and sexy as fuck. Michael could barely keep his hands off of her. All of his friends who were dads warned him that there might be a lot of cold showers in his future depending on how the hormones affected her. But that had not been an issue. When she was up for it, his honey bee was putting his high sex drive to shame. 

His hands rested on the sides of her perfectly rounding belly, which is why Charlotte decided to enter 2019 with on full display. She had Law only pull outfits that would accentuate her growing bump and new curves. She was still getting used to them but she knew she looked damn good tonight. And she was pleased that her husband thought so too. 

She let out a breathy moan. “Let me get out of this dress and shower first and then we can ring in 2019 properly.” She paused. “Oh! First, we gotta pick a photo for Instagram. Gotta get something out before the official photos get out there. I know we took those great ones before we left but… I kinda want to post one of the photo booth ones. They’re so fun.” 

“Sounds good. We can each post our favorite. You sure you’re ready to announce?” 

“Don’t second guess it after I basically told all of Black Hollywood babe! We don’t have a choice now. Besides, I’m tired of hiding under giant sweaters, it’s just getting weird.” 

“I hear you. Just wanna make sure you’re sure and don’t feel pressured to do it. We don’t owe people shit.” 

“I know. But we also deserve to share our news and joy… we’ve always done our thing on our time and I don’t want that to change. I’m just glad we waited till the second trimester. Now it feels good. ” 

Michael unzipped her dress, helping her shimmy out of it. “Are you excited now?” 

“I was always excited,” she muttered as she anxiously pulled the excess rings off her fingers, leaving her with just her engagement and wedding rings. 

“Lighthouse?” he whispered, kissing her bare shoulder. 

Her eyes clenched shut. That was their code, the one word they could invoke that demanded vulnerability and honesty, not assurances that placated the other’s feelings.

“I was always excited… my fear was just bigger,” she amended. “I didn’t want to disappoint you… or myself again. I know things that could still go wrong, b-but the fear is just different now, I guess.” 

Michael nodded as he started to take off his own outfit, carefully hanging them both back up and zipping their bags so they could be picked up the next day. He already knew everything she said, but Charlotte often needed to be pushed to voice the insecurities rattling around in her brain. And he knew that their relationship always struggled when they did not voice their fears and concerns. Neither of them were particularly good at being vulnerable and leaning on others but they were both working on it. He thought her subdued nature around the pregnancy was merely her fear of another miscarriage but there was still something that felt slightly off to him. It was something so subtle that he would have missed it if he did not know her so well. But this went beyond the typical fears of impending parenthood and he was determined to figure out why. 

“For the record,” he remarked as he pulled her over to their bed. He sat on the edge and pulled her between his legs, his hands resting on her sides. “You never disappointed me. What’s scaring you now?” 

Charlotte studied him for a few moments before shaking her head. She was not ready to share what weighed her heart down now, what terrified her. He would merely question why he decided to have kids with her and she could not take that. 

She ran her fingers down his arms and shrugged. “Just you know… scared of how fast everything is changing. Feels like we’re gonna run outta time before they get here. I’m excited, Bakari, I promise.” 

He decided to leave it there for now, knowing that she was not being entirely truthful. But it took time and perhaps she did not even know what bothered her yet so he would let it go… for now. 

“Excited enough to spend tomorrow in bed picking out baby names??” 

Michael could not explain it but he was particularly excited about picking out their children’s names. While Charlotte bemoaned the process of having to find enough combinations of names they liked to name multiples, Michael found pursuing baby name books and the internet to be oddly fun. He already had a list on his notes app of every name he loved. 

“Never met a man this excited about naming babies.” 

“How many men you tried to name babies with??” he asked playfully, gently tickling her sides. 

“Stop, stop, stop,” she begged as she broke out into laughter. She tried to move but his strong ass legs kept her trapped. He continued his playful assault for a few moments before giving her a reprieve. “Only you, I promise.” 

“That’s what I thought,” he kissed her belly. 

“Can we wait till we know the genders, please?” she pleaded. “Without that, it’s too many potential combinations to think about.” 

“It’s crazy that your mama can keep the lyrics to every musical ever created in that big brain of hers but she can’t keep names straight,” Michael whispered to her belly, causing Charlotte to roll her eyes. 

“Once upon a time, your mama was a musical savant,” Charlotte bragged with a playful grin. “Now, she can barely remember her own name. Let alone 100 combos of first and middle names. But as soon as we have genders, yes… we can pick out names. Aka review your list.” 

At his jaw dropping, she shrugged. “Daddy’s kinda tech illiterate, doesn’t even know that his notes sync to his laptop. It’s ok, y’all will teach them.” She offered to the two babies in her belly that could not remotely hear a single of their playful insults to each other. 

Michael pursed his lips before nodding. “Fine. Once we know the genders. No gender reveal… I ain’t waiting that long.”

“Deal. I hate that shit anyway.”  

22 weeks

"So Michael... this one learned how to slow down yet?" Malcolm called from the other end of the table, Charlotte covering her face jokingly with a napkin.

"Not a chance in hell," Michael joked as he gestured for staff to refill everyone's glasses. "Remember, mocktail for her," he motioned to Charlotte at the other end of the table. "I see she didn't tell y'all how I found out she was pregnant?"

"Some of us are more interested the story of how she got pregnant?” Chris joked, his husband playfully swatting him on his arm.

“Right because that’s an appropriate story for dessert?? But… maybe call me to tomorrow,” Charlotte winked at him jokingly, causing the entire table to erupt in laughter. "Michael's literally never gonna let me live this one down, yall. I may or may not have passed out right before our press conference."

"And then, check this out. Told our director to give her a minute and she'd be ready. As if we hadn't just picked her up off the floor?"

"Soooo embarrassing," Charlotte laughed. "And totally ruined my cute onesie situation that I actually had planned."

Loud chatter and laughter filled the Jordan home at their long farm-style table at a dinner party with some of their friends. A few of Charlotte's co-stars from her last musical and friends from the Hamilton were in LA for work so naturally Charlotte used it as an excuse to host, much to Michael's chagrin. Malcolm, Chris, Lin, Renee, Leslie and most of their spouses were able to come. And though he thought it was too much stress for her, he could tell that she was having a ball.

"Charlie never learned when to sit down and relax though," Chris mused as they dug into dessert.

Charlotte took one bite of the perfect tiramisu she had stood on her feet for half the day making before discreetly pushing it away from her. When she tasted it earlier, she had to make Michael hide it so she did not eat the entire thing. And now? The taste was so sickeningly sweet that it made her want to vomit.

She had not had too many insane cravings or issues over the last few weeks but when her body was turned off by something, it felt as if it was in active revolt. All night, despite the ravings of everyone at the table, Charlotte merely took one or two bites of everything before wanting to toss it out the window. Her body did not want any of this fancy stuff.

She wanted In & Out. But the host could hardly sneak away for a burger and animal-style fries run. So she transformed into her usual outgoing self, so talkative and bubbly that no one even seemed to notice she was not eating.

Well... no one except a very perceptive actor seated across from her.

"So what are you most excited about?" Lin asked. Almost everyone at the table were parents.

Charlotte glanced down at Michael for a moment before sitting up straight. "I'm excited about a lot... but I think I'm just excited to get to know them. See and experience their personalities and uniqueness. Michael and I are insane," she chuckled. "So we're in for a real treat with these two."

Michael grinned. "Yea same. I have so many memories with my pops... I'm just excited to spend time with 'em, you know? Build all those core memories that they'll remember when they're our age."

"That's beautiful. You two are going to be amazing parents. Those two don't know how lucky they have it."

Charlotte's hand rested on her belly, rubbing it gently. "Thank you... and thank you for all the advice. All of you are my parenting role models so I'm keeping you all on speed dial."

Dinner progressed and by the time Charlotte hugged their last guest goodbye, she was ready to collapse into their bed. The only thing stopping her was the gnawing hunger and craving she felt. But they had spent so much money and energy on this party and it had been her idea. So she was not too keen on admitting to her husband that she was still starving.

"Thank you for indulging me and my friends. Everyone had fun." Charlotte stretched onto her tiptoes and kissed him on the lips in their foyer after they closed the door. He had been a trooper all night and during Charlotte's planning.

"You have fun?" Michael asked as he pulled her flush to his chest.

"I really did. Though the only other party I'll be hosting before these babies move out is the baby shower. Cause fuck I'm so tired," she moaned, leaning her head into his shoulder. "You were right."

"Gonna savor this moment cause I know I'll never hear those words again," he whispered against her massive curls as he pressed his lips onto the top of her head. "But you can't crash yet."

"Why nottttttt?" She whined like a child.

"Because you need to eat."

"We just had dinner?"

"No... I and everyone else had dinner. You pushed your food around and acted if I was one of these oblivious niggas. You need real food. So what do you want?"

Charlotte's heart turned into a puddle and then the water works started.

"Oh baby. Els, don't cry."

"No... it's just, you're so sweet to me. A-and I spent all our money on this p-party and t-then all the food m-made me want to die a-and now you're gonna s-spend more money on m-me... I d-don't deserve you."

Michael chuckled as he rubbed her back. "You didn't spend all our money. I think I can afford a second dinner for you, honey bee." He leaned back so he could look at her. His fingers whisked away all her falling tears. "So, what sounds good?"

"In & Out?" She asked with a smile. "OH NO! The tacos... a-at that taco truck we went to. Fuck what was the name??"

Michael steered her toward the garage as she ranted about how delicious the tacos at this place were as if they had not gotten food from there almost once week for the last 4 weeks.

"Tacos it is."

"Thanks babe." Charlotte paused, squeezing his hand.

"For what?"

"Taking such good care of me... and CJ and MJ."

Michael pecked her on the nose before stopping. "Who tf is CJ and MJ?"

"Our children???" she gestured down at her belly, her tone signaling her appall at him not knowing her made up baby names.

"What do they stand for?"

"Charlotte Jr and Michael Jr? Duh!"

Michael almost doubled over in laughter . "We ain't naming our kids that, Els." He made sure she was settled in the passenger's seat before he jogged to the driver's side and climbed in.

"You don't like it because you haven't let me tell you the vision!"

Michael let out an exasperated laugh before he nodded, sliding his hand onto her leg, rubbing her soft skin as he drove.

"Don't think the vision will change my opinion, baby. But thankfully, tomorrow, you'll probably forget both those ideas... hopefully," he whispered the last part.

"Just for that, I'm gonna write them in your official brainstorm list," she grabbed his phone from the console, Michael playfully swiping for it. She let out an evil laugh as she added her objectively insane name choices to his ever-growing list.

"Pregnant you is a menace."

"I thought you loved me in all forms?" she teased.

He eyed for a moment before acquiescing. Pregnant Charlotte was certainly different... a more dramatic, hormonal, sour yet sweet, chaotic version of the woman he loved. And he wouldn't trade her for the world.

"I do," he pressed a soft kiss to her ring finger before squeezing it. "Except when you're hangry so let's get you some tacos."

26 weeks

“Alright, an Oreo milkshake for you, my love,” Michael handed her a homemade milkshake, the young woman practically dancing in her seat on the couch with excitement. 

After bursting out into tears one night at 4 a.m. because there was no place open to get the coveted milkshake her body craved, Michael started making them from scratch to her exact specifications. He made sure that every week on their grocery run, her emergency milkshake supplies were restocked so she never went without. 

He positioned himself at the end of the couch and slid her feet into his lap.

“Thank you. This is the exact brain fuel I needed for baby names. I still think, we shouldn’t rule out -” 

Michael immediately shook his head, he knew exactly where she was going with this. “No, absolutely not. The Michael alphabet-middle-name Jordan complex dies with me, baby. Besides what would they be? Michael C. And Michael D. Jordan?? That’s insane. We ain’t the Foremans.” 

She rolled her eyes. “You’re so stupid,” she laughed. “Not even a junior?? For me?” 

“No juniors. They deserve their own names, their own reputations. And I don’t like the idea of naming one after me and not the other.” 

They found out a week prior that they were having twin boys, which was exciting and terrifying in a mixture of ways. They both genuinely had not had any preference, they had hoped it would be a boy and a girl so they could get the best of both worlds. But neither of them minded at all. 

She moaned, frustrated. “Ugh, you hate me. Fine. What if, compromise… We could do your initials? MBJ, it's a nod but not a junior and we could find B middle names for them both and you had some M names on your long ass list.”

“My thorough list,” he corrected. “And I… am not against that. I do like when families’ names have a theme. I do love the name Miles.” 

“Miles Bakari Jordan… not too shabby. I think it’s really nice. Let’s write that one down?” she instructed Michael who was in charge of their official notes app note that contained their final baby name choices. 

“What’s another one?” 

“Maddox is cute?” Charlotte tried as she scrolled through a baby forum. 

“Yea if he was a white boy. You know any niggas named Maddox?”

Charlotte opened her mouth to rebut, however, immediately closed it and acquiesced. “Touche.” 

“Mason?” 

“So everyone can say I stole a name from one of those Kardashians? Fuck that. Nextttttt!” Michael laughed as they continued scrolling. “Malcolm?” 

“Malcolm Jordan? That’s awful. Maybe you should let me lead this, babe?” Michael joked, seriously questioning his wife’s naming ability. 

Charlotte jokingly swatted at him with a pillow while she laughed. “I really hate you. Umm… Oh I love the name Malachi?” 

“Miles and Malachi, I like them together. What middle name though?” 

“Ugh this is why I hate this! You land on a good name then you gotta come up with another name!” She threw her head back dramatically. “There are too many options.” 

“Boys… you’re gonna see pretty immediately why your mama has two Oscars.” Michael lowered his voice to talk to her belly as if she could not hear him. 

“Ummm why their mama is an EGOT… put some respect on my name in front of Malachi and Miles, please?” She grinned. “See? It just rolls off the tongue. Wow, I’m so good at this,” she mused, giddy as she took a long sip of her drink. 

Sometimes she finished it within seconds of Michael handing it to her, inhaling it so quickly that Michael was genuinely concerned, and others she held onto it to “savor” it. Tonight seemed to be a “savor” night. 

“Yes, you are. I dunno… I kinda thought it could be cute if we did your middle name for the other? You know… carry on something of your name too. But Malachi Bennett Jordan is a mouthful.” 

Tears welled up in Charlotte’s eyes causing Michael to smile and rub her leg. 

“Els… what’s wrong??” 

“That’s j-just really sweet… UGH these fucking hormones,” she pouted, hating how the smallest things made her start sobbing like a weeping willow. How did her body even produce this many tears?? “That’s super sweet of you, baby.” She shifted so she could crawl across the cushion and kiss him. She decided to just settle in his arms instead of returning to her spot, a content exhale escaping her. “My dad had two sons to carry on his name, he’s all set. I think it’s gotta be shorter. What about… Brooks? Malachi Brooks Jordan?” 

“I like it.” 

“Can we add it to the official list?” 

“Yes but… let’s pick one more back up.” 

“Michaellllllllll…” Charlotte groaned. 

She could tell he just enjoyed talking about it, putting names to these children who they’d been referring to as “the babies” 100 times a day. It did make them more real in her head, hearing them test out future names. She decided to indulge him, she loved Michael’s enthusiasm about all of these mundane and random aspects of pregnancy. He was not content with just sitting on the sidelines, he was active in every decision and step. How to decorate the nursery, baby names, the changes in their development week to week, the changes in Charlotte’s body, researching and buying every gadget and baby item that he thought would keep his future princes safe and sound and happy. 

One day last week, Charlotte literally burst into tears as she listened to Michael ask a list of 100 safety questions about the stroller they planned to buy. He was so excited about being a father, active and present and it just warmed her heart at every turn. 

“Fine but I need another milkshake, please?” She flashed him her signature puppy dog eyes, which had him up and in the kitchen before she could say please again. 

Pregnancy did have some perks. 

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A/N: My brain sort of ran off with itself with this one lolol I just needed the fluff lol Thanks for reading!

[madameaug]

Scandal || KTH x OC

Pairing: Actor!Taehyung x !Actress! Mei Mei

Mei Mei and Taehyung are the leads for the spicy, hot, and jaw dropping spin off of NBC's Scandal. Instead of an affair in the Whitehouse, it's the love story of two political rival's children. The chemistry on screen and on the carpet is undeniable.

Red Carpet, 8:05 pm, Hollywood California

Mei Mei looked amazing. The lights were hitting his skin perfectly. Makeup is flawless, pores absent. Large fluffy lashes complimented her hazel eyes. She was serving in every sense of the word. No one could take away her shine, not even if they tried. The designer dress wrapped her body like a second skin. The dress had a deep plunge, showing off bits and pieces of her cleavage. It was the perfect balance of sexy and chic. It was the complete opposite of the character she played. Her character was preppy, conservative, and always had her shit together. Daughter of a Prime Minster, it was expected of her.

Her character wouldn't allow herself to expose so much skin, for stranger's eyes to look at. The only man who would even look at her fully naked body was her steamy fling, played by Tae.

Taehyung stood at the other end of the red carpet. His hair was slightly crimped and dangling over his eyes. His lips were straight, but his eyes smiled wide and extensive. His head turned slightly, spotting his castmate Mei Mei. A smile cracked his stoic look.

In seconds he took to stride across the carpet to get to Mei Mei was comical. His big hands found a natural rest on her hip bone. The pair hugged, Mei Mei careful not to rub her foundation on his face.

"It's so good to see you, baby." Mei Mei's manicured nails touched the bottom of his chin.

"Likewise." Taehyung

The cameras were eating up the interaction. There were already hour long compliations of 'TaeMei' on the internet. Combining from their scenes and interviews they've done together. Pop culture was doing everything in its power to, make this ship sail.

"You look beautiful." Taehyung shamelessly checked out Mei Mei. The dress rucching tightening in the back. Making her figure even more goddess-like. Mei Mei was already on the taller side. 5'8 without her typical heels. But now on the carpet she was standing roughly at 6'1. A stallion was the most appropriate way to describe her.

Taehyung loved tall women (short women too), but tall women were now digging a special place in his heart.

With arms interlocked the pair walked down to where some of the interviewers were stationed. Individually they have done hundreds of interviews. Only when doing interviews together, was it actually fun.l

What is your favorite scene you've done together?

Mei Mei immediately started laughing. She liked simple questions that showed Mei Mei the person, not but on an act and answer how her character would.

"I think the scene we did when our characters first met. Our characters got held for ransom, technically."

Mei Mei trailed off, but Tae was not in the same room as her. He was in a different reality. His eyes were just looking over the beautiful woman beside him. He couldn't help it.

Mei Mei was a gorgeous woman. He wasn't blind. One of the reason he was glad he was doing this romance drama was because he didn't have to fake attraction to hi screenpartner. It was all natural. Although he maintained a professional aspect, but if Mei Mei wanted to explore something, Tae would be down.

"I'm sorry. What was the question?" Tae lowered his eyes at the interviewer. Even a blind man could see that Tae was making her melt. Melt so much, that she started stuttering to get out the next question.

"What are some of your favorite looks this season."

"I wore a body fitted denim dress, with a long sleeve white blouse underneath. That was a memorable look for me on set. The second one-"

"Damn I remember that. You looked good, baby." He stepped behind Mei Mei, his hands wrapping around the front of her dress. Not necessarily resting on her stomach but more on her belly button. His veiny hands becoming an accessory for her dress.

"I love it when he calls me that." Mei Mei let out a girly screech.

"Thank you, baby." She returned the comment. Neither one of them packed down from the eye contact they were holding. Not giving a second thought to the cameras, still capturing every moment they shared. The interviewer long forgotten, she was too stunned that Tae give his infamous 'fuck me' eyes.

Taking the cue to move on, Mei Mei led Tae to the next interviewer, hand in hand. Oh for sure they were going to be the talk of the night.

Commenter 1: I love seeing my parents together

Commenter 2: I just know Tae's girlfriend is sliding down the wall Commenter 3: I need someone to look at me the way Tae looks at Mei Mei Commenter 4: They just need to launch the relationship at this point. It's getting ridiculous Commenter 5: Mei Mei is so pretty Commenter 6: I love seeing black women happy :)

#bts x black reader #bts #taehyung #kim taehyung #taehyung x oc #taehyung x fem oc #taehyung x black oc #black oc #madameaug #black fem oc #x black oc #kim taehyung x oc

[madameaug]

strawberry kisses 🍓⊹｡ෆ | JJK (18+)

♡chapters: one / two / three / four / drabble♡

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❥pairing: badboy!jungkook X virgin!reader // black!reader

❥genre: acquaint. to lovers AU, university AU, angst, drama, smut

❥summary: Jungkook is notoriously known as a f^ckboy who doesn’t eat p^ssy, until he finally gets alone with you…

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❥!!warnings!!: very descriptive virgin talk, reader is a ‘pure’ virgin [hymen], ‘virginity’, ‘v-card’, being scared about sex, eventual slight yandere jungkook, allusions to unsafe decisions and past toxic relationships [PLEASE ADHERE❣️]

❥other warnings: oral fem receiving, fingering, heavy petting, exhibitionism, sex sex sex on reader’s mind 24/7, plotting, princess nickname, fuckboy AND badboy jungkook⭐️, stoner jungkook, weed, alcohol, jungkook’s an undercover munch okay, and some shit he says and thinks is very vulgar, light choking, brown coochie desc [cause yeah tee hee], ‘strawberry’ used a lot, first time experiences, grunge/2000s vibe for their appearances and setting, grunge hottie with a y2k babe🎀

❥word count: 10.8k

-inspo: gif from btsjkgifs on tweet

-jungkook’s weed playlist: so high- dc | party girls- jeremih ft ludacris | into it, swim- chase atlantic | in for it remix

-author’s note: I finally got an actual virgin fic started cause I feel like phony virgins or determined virgins don’t get much show time in fics. Usually they’re shy and innocent, but I wanted insert to be that AND very set on what she wanted. I think it’s more realistic this way with how I wanted Jungkook’s character to compliment hers. Plus, I already did a corruption style type for Angel.

I hope you enjoy this and look forward to the next part! I can’t wait to finish 💗

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Jungkook was not the best influence on you.

In just a few months, you skipped more classes than you ever had in your academic life, started going to parties, dabbled in a harmless drug, and got stuck with a needle and ink for your first tattoo that signified this phase.

The stick-n-poke Jungkook did on your thigh wasn’t going to last forever—just as you suspected the friendship. It was lined perfectly though, as he was secretly artistic and a perfectionist.

It felt intimate, since you’d done one on him as well. A spider with a jagged abdomen and seven legs was hidden amongst his growing tattoo sleeve... He didn’t get it. Why you chose a sneaky arachnid as the symbol you saw fit for him, you mean. But he laughed and taunted you about your childish drawing skills, admiring your focused face as you carefully poked across his skin that night by the lake.

In your mind, Jungkook was the spider in your tame and boring life when the friendship started. Dangerous and cunning. You, the curious butterfly—like the ink on your thigh—that got too close to his web. All the hang outs and late nights were him spinning you in silk, around and around until he finally had you stuck and unmoving. He wouldn’t strike unless you moved first to get away.

Then he’d take what he wanted.

And you’d let him.

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The sexual tension between you and Jeon Jungkook was too high to ignore it.

But what did anyone expect to come from a blossoming friendship between a ran-through fuckboy with an attitude problem and a phony virgin.

There were lots of lingering touches and kisses and heavy petting to the point that was all you could think about instead of college work. You were more worried about having Jungkook balls-deep inside you rather than your next exam, experimenting on smoking weed or hitting his vape pen with him until morning.

Despite how fucked up he is, he’d been hooked on your mind since the day you met him. He was the one in all black with the tattoo sleeve, the piercings on his face, and a dark gaze that told you he wanted to do really bad shit to you.

Yeah. That guy.

Notorious badboy who lives faithfully by an “I don’t eat pussy” motto that doesn’t deter him from fucking anyone because he’s just that damn delicious to look at. He likes to get his dick wet with no strings attached and no promised special treatment in return.

Maybe it’s a bit misogynistic that he’ll gladly receive head and won’t give it, but he started lining up too specifically with your sexual desires, so you stayed around.

See, Jungkook keeps to himself. He’s a hit-it-and-quit-it, but his hookups are only known because they brag about how big and good of a fuck he is. Surely, he’d just give you the dick and leave. He wouldn’t boast about gaining another body nor would he name drop. Your not-so-innocent deed would remain a secret.

You’ve kissed quite a few guys up until junior year, some nerds that weren’t too shy to stick their tongue down your throat in the back of the campus library, but no one’s gotten far. Hell, Jungkook hasn’t gotten that far himself. Fondling you through your bra is nothing compared to the many girls he’s banged into oblivion.

Nonetheless, the asshole respects your boundaries. He can get real sex whenever he wants. You’re just a fun filler in-between his other hookups, a girl playing hard to get. He enjoys kissing on the cute, shy babe he sits next to in a math class he barely attends. Gets a thrill out of calling you princess to tease you, because he doesn’t know your real name.

What Jungkook also didn’t know was that you were undeniably on the same wavelength as him. Just in a sugarcoated format. You liked to play. You liked to kiss and touch and feel up on another body… But you were still the doe-like glint in your eyes that your makeup couldn’t shield, the timidness in your step that the cuff of your ass in your mini skirts and your cleavage couldn’t distract.

A virgin. With a very real v-card.

And okay, you get it. Jungkook has got to be the worst option to take it. Even now as you gaze at him he’s wickedly attractive, sporting a vintage band tee and a studded belt because his waist is too slutty to hold up his cargo jeans. His hair has grown into a mullet that fits his wild lifestyle and his sculpted face, curling around his neck where faded hickeys someone else has done stain his honey skin.

He’s a walking red flag.

But you can make your own rash decisions.

Jungkook gets to be so fucking easy and the epitome of a typical fuckboy. Why couldn’t you let this one thing happen for once and for all?

He’d do this quickly, too. Take you hard and fast when you tell him you want it. You’ve heard he fucks like a rabbit, so it’d go smoothly. No questions. Only two bodies bumping against each other to get their fill. Well, you wouldn’t know what the fuck you were doing, but he should be too selfishly horny to notice...

“Princess.”

His voice alone brings a plethora of goosebumps to your skin. You blink out of your dangerous state of mind as he blurs back into view.

“Hm?” You respond.

Jungkook smugly grins, dimples popping in his cheeks as his tongue teases the hoop in his bottom lip. He’d been fixated on you as you spaced out. You hadn’t answered his question for a full minute.

So he repeats himself. “I asked why you were soaking wet when I haven’t done anything to you…?”

“O-Oh.” You realize his hand is indeed up your skirt, the other pressing your hips to the door of your dorm room. You can’t remember the walk here or all the flirting done at the frat party to lead up to this. Clearly, you aren’t as calm as you told yourself you would be when Jungkook brought you to your demise.

It doesn’t help how odd and out of place he looks inside your hyper feminine dorm room either—pink decor, Sanrio plushies, and your strawberry perfume permeating the air in a thick cloud. He’s the only dark theme in your room, intruding the soft-core space with his mysterious aura and the smell of smokey cologne and weed.

There isn’t much talk about your girly decoration though, as Jungkook is eager to have you around his dick and invade your bedsheets with the scent of him. You’d been bold enough to finally take him to the women’s dorms you stayed in, sneaking him through the back door he knew all too well. Per university code, he was down to get fucked. You figured he’d understand what this meant you wanted from him…

Jungkook is rough as he presses his body closer, the passionate wetness of his tongue on your neck and the grip on your hips is nothing you’ve experienced before. You like that he’s not going slow, but the raw, carnal desire is terrifying.

Especially when you feel what he’s working with in his cargos. It grows heavier as his hands travel around your waist to underneath your skirt, grabbing handfuls of your ass and teasing the little thong you decided to slip on earlier. He goes as far as rubbing you right where his experienced fingers know your entrance would be, and, fuck, it feels so much different with having someone else in control of your pleasure.

You feel your panties getting stickier than ever at the mere fact that he’s warming you up for the inevitable. How quickly drenched he’s made you and the noise that escapes when he finds a sensitive spot on your skin. You moan his name, gripping his hand to get a sense of reality.

The fuckboy groans back, stopping to look at you. You can’t believe you’ve chosen death himself over the sweet, kind guy who’s been trying to get with you all month. Brandon would have been all lovey about this… but Jungkook is going to murder you. Specifically, your insides.

He knows it, too, with how he smirks at your flustered expression and panting lips. It makes you nervous that you’ve gotten this far, and you’re back to your shy, timid self when you think about what’s to come next. You’re so close to flaking and leaving him with a hard on once again, but you want this.

So you take it upon yourself to kiss him. It’s barely a peck, and you end up brushing his silver hoop piercing more than his rosey lips. His tongue flicks out to lick the residue of strawberry gloss you left on the corner of his mouth, and Jungkook becomes lost in the flavor of you.

He tilts your chin up and kisses you back.

It’s not gentle or polite like the one you gave him. His tongue demands dominance as soon as your lips touch, his muscle smoothing over the flesh of yours which has you thinking of badder things than tongue kissing. It’s sloppy and urges your hands all over each other, your hips flush together, Jungkook’s legs hitting the edge of your bed, and you nearly falling on top of him.

The way your hips begin grinding on him is so alluring... You’re such an enigma to him right now—as if you weren’t already—that he’s determined to use this opportunity to finally have what’s between your legs.

You become a bit more aggressive since you’re trying to keep up with Jungkook’s tempo and not get him bored, but you can’t help but feel anxious when he cups your chest, breaking the kiss to ogle the cleavage of your lace bra underneath your top. You go to move away, but he yanks you back down on his lap.

“Are you getting all shy on me again?” He whispers. “It’s nothing I’ve never seen before, princess.”

True… but you’ve never been naked in front of anyone else. Your fairy lights aren’t dim enough, and you didn’t think it’d be taking this long to get pounded. This is too intimate.

However, Jungkook is quick to divert your attention by rolling over on top of you. Your skirt rides up with the movement, and he gets a glimpse of delicate, pink panties decorated with a tiny bow. That hug your pussy like a present ready to be unwrapped. They correlate with your bra, too, and Jungkook heavily believes in matching sets gracing him with the best pussy he’s ever had. You’re so done for.

Jungkook admiring how the baby pink contrasts beautifully against your brown skin forces your legs shut in fear. You had worn the lingerie for him, but you didn’t expect staring. Where is his urgency to put his dick in you?

Apparently, nowhere to be found as he follows you further back on your bed, eyes curious and enticing, sizing you up. He hovers over you when your pillows and plushies make it impossible to go further, the skull pendant on the silver chain around his neck dangling in your face.

You clearly want this, otherwise you wouldn’t have said what you said at the party or sent those texts all last night. You’re just too shy to go for what you want, and Jungkook finds it adorable. He chuckles at how skittish and scared you’re being, trying to calm your nerves with some humor.

“What are you, a virgin?” He asks.

It’s a joke. At first. Until you bite down on your tongue and avoid his eyes for a second, unable to maintain your faux confidence any longer.

Jungkook freezes.

Shit.

“No way…” he mumbles, looking at how sexy you are laid out underneath him. It seemed he was contemplating on dipping or not giving an ounce of a fuck that you had never done this before.

He’s suddenly conflicted on how you’ve gotten this far undetected. It makes sense when he reminisces about your bashful antics and you pushing him away before things get too far, but he thought of it as simply respecting that you have boundaries no matter the reason. He just never thought it was because you were… untouched.

Jungkook doesn’t do virgins as much as oral. It’s laughable to find out he’s been played along by a phony virgin the whole time.

“Were you trying to hide it from me?” He tsks, tilting his head down at you. “Cute.”

Your lips are shut together, as you don’t know how to answer, because, yes, you have been hiding your virginity from him. It’s not wrong… but maybe it isn’t so right to have him obliviously deflower you.

He doesn’t make a big deal out of it though, instead waiting on you to speak. So you don’t want to make a big deal out of it either, trying to brush it off.

“A-Are you still gonna…?”

“No, I’m not gonna fuck you,” Jungkook says as he leans in. Your chest hitches when his palm rests on your thigh.

“I’d rip you open, princess…” He mumbles softly, round nose nudging with yours. “You’d probably bleed all over my cock, fuck…”

Weirdly, you were not put off by that. He could tell by how your eyes practically sparkled that you were into it… His jeans feel tighter.

“Unless you want me to?”

You swallow. Unable to say it, but begging to be split in half in your head.

“Such a freak,” Jungkook murmurs. He’s heard quiet girls were the freakiest, but, damn, you were taking the cake.

The room grows quiet, and Jungkook moves as if he’s about to free you from his grasp, leave you high and dry like you’d done to him plenty before, but you’ve gotten too close to spend another night fantasizing about what he’d do to you if given the chance.

You grip his bulging forearm. “C-Can you kiss me?”

Making out has got to be so lackluster to him now, but he doesn’t hesitate to do as you ask. Fitting his mouth to yours is like second nature, the sweet oil of your gloss something he’d never say no to and how your bottom lip pricks between his teeth because he can’t help but to bite.

You mewl right into his lungs, hands roaming up tattooed skin to cradle his neck. His erection bumps against your thigh as he shifts to kiss down your throat again, and you realize that this isn’t actually going to stop when Jungkook starts sucking the tops of your breasts. When his lips meet your belly button, wavering over the sliver of skin between your skirt and cropped shirt.

Jungkook has been waiting as long as you to fuck each other. Is he really going to let your virginity be a deal breaker?

You smell like strawberries again tonight, followed by a hint of cocoa and marshmallow that has Jungkook wanting to stick his nose to every inch of your body and just breathe. You smell so fucking edible to the point that he wants his tongue running all over your melanated skin, too. He doesn’t notice that he’s kissing down your inner thigh until you gasp.

“What are you doing?” You ask nervously, blinking down at him.

He’s quiet for the moment he takes to stare up your skirt, at how your pretty, pink panties is nothing but a string of ruined fabric covering your swollen pussy now. You drip right through the lace and onto his fingers when he rubs you.

“Really wanna taste you,” Jungkook says, barely loud enough for you to hear over the thumping in your chest.

Your throat is too dry to say anything when his eyes flick to yours. He grips your knee to push your legs further apart, getting on his to sit up and lean over you again.

You don’t expect his hand to fall to your neck, thumb brushing your lips as his other palm squeezes your breast. You grab his wrist when he applies some pressure, thinking he’s going to choke you to death, but he just smirks at your doe-eyed expression.

“Princess… I trust that you’ll keep this pretty mouth shut.”

Oh. Right. He didn’t go down on his hookups. Or maybe he tells other girls this same thing, to keep hush about it.

At least all of your efforts wouldn’t be wasted. So you nod with his thumb on your tongue. “O-Okay.”

Jungkook hums at your compliance before reaching for your skirt and telling you to “lift up”. You do as he says and allow him to begin undressing you, your body shivering in anxiety when he throws your skirt on the floor and grips the band of your underwear next. You inhale a deep breath and lift up again, Jungkook’s eyes glazing over at the thick strings of wetness that have pooled in your panties as he drags them down your legs.

The fuckboy isn’t a stranger to getting his partners excited. He knows he has a face that can get anyone soaked. But this? He wouldn’t last for shit.

Jungkook likes it super wet and super tight. From all the women he’s fucked, not every girl feels the same. Virgins have been a big no-no in his sex life, but now he’s rethinking everything he’s ever stood for at a mere glimpse of how wet you are and how your hole looks like it can’t even take his fingers.

He’s about to put his mouth on you for fuck’s sake. This is exactly why he’s avoided your kind.

And you, in particular, are extremely dangerous. Playing as if you’ve had experience the whole time this has been going on, plotting this whole night out from suggesting meeting up at the party and coming back to your dorm. It doesn’t take much to notice that you’re completely hairless and smooth everywhere, too. Skin glowing like you took all morning prepping for a proper dick appointment.

Jungkook isn’t complaining. It’s hot that you dolled yourself all up for him in hopes of getting your v-card taken. Wanted to look like the princess he calls you when he takes you. Which you do.

Fuck, you look like the prettiest pillow princess ever as Jungkook lays on his stomach and yanks your hips closer to his face. You shyly glance up at your fairy lights, becoming embarrassed when he spreads your thighs wider and you can feel your pussy lay out for him. You don’t think you can muster eye contact during this, but you notice Jungkook’s eyes taking in your face and your princess parts without a care in the world.

There’s browns and flushed, dark pink hues that has him biting at his lip piercing in sweltering anticipation, and he’s so damn eager to put his mouth there that he doesn’t think twice about what he’s doing and goes with his instinct to lick. You squirm in response, catching a squeal in your throat at the foreign sensation. Jungkook, on the other hand, is already following up with another lick between your folds and then another…

You taste so sugary, and the way your juices are sticking to his tongue in webs makes him wish he’d eaten you out sooner. His blunt nails dig deeper into your thighs as he pushes his face closer so that his nose bumps with your clit. You begin whimpering, and it’s the perfect motivation to get you further.

Your cunt feels uncomfortably slick, but the tingling and tightening in your core that Jungkook is gracing onto you feels too good. You doubt that he’s never done this before; He’s eating you like it’s his craft. All while looking like—the devil.

His face is perfect for pussy eating, hell, face riding even. There’s no way no one else hasn’t witnessed his cheeks flushing, his furrowed eyebrows and rough tongue as if he’s angry as hell… The fluffy mess upon his head tickling your thighs.

You can’t bring yourself to touch it. You can’t believe someone’s pleasuring you and enjoying it. To keep yourself sane, you bury your face into your pillows and promise to not look down. Your moans are already as humiliating as you thought they would be, you can’t imagine your facial expressions.

But Jungkook finds your noises sweetly airy and sensual, desperate, but sexy. Your shaking legs and how you’re gripping the sheets, too, indicates that he’s treating you right. Gliding his tongue at a rhythmic pace, changing it up for a few seconds to nibble and swirl here and there. He doesn’t think he’s doing it correctly although you’re clenching like crazy.

Licking on pussy he hasn’t been in is so out of his character, but “you taste so fucking good” is all that passes through his swollen lips when he pulls away to catch his breath. You’re adorably hiding behind a Hello Kitty plushie, equally out of breath but able to hum at Jungkook’s compliment.

He doesn’t mind your shyness, which he’d expect from a virgin in the first place, but now he wants to see you lose it. Lose all your composure, rut against his face to get off. Cum. You’ve probably never had an orgasm before.

He proves himself right when he touches your slit with his fingers. You jump as if it’s foreign, too, and your cunt slicks up even more when he brushes your entrance. Jungkook’s rubbed you over your underwear a couple of times before, more so to tease, but it’s clear you haven’t had your own fingers down here to do real work.

So he wraps his lips around your puffy clit, sucking as he sticks his middle finger in your pussy to give you more pleasure… but then realizing he can’t go far or even curl his fingers how he wants because you tense up and—

“You still have a fucking hymen?”

Jungkook was partially kidding about popping your strawberry. He thought that was a traditional myth, or that nowadays many virgin women didn’t always have hymens for natural reasons. He figured you would just be a tight fit. Not that he’d have to actually break you in… To his luck, you keep surprising him.

“I-I’ve never done this before,” you mumble, pulling the Hello Kitty plushie down far enough for him to see your eyes. “I told you I was a…”

“Yeah, as in you haven’t had sex before,” Jungkook responds, tone nearing annoyed as he retracts his finger, careful to not tear you. “Not as in you’re some type of pure virgin bullshit.”

You sit up as he moves from in between your legs, your ears burning at how his lips are glistening from your mess. You hug your knees to your chest and use the plushie to cover yourself as he gets up from the bed.

There’s no way he’s leaving you.

“Jungkook—“

But he’s already made it out the door of your dorm, slamming it shut.

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Not that he contacted you much before, but Jungkook doesn’t message you for the next week. Not even to get high with him or go to the lake.

It’s a different type of silence between you both with knowing what happened, and you kind of expected it to go down like this after he got a piece of you anyways, to completely ignore you after getting what he could. It sucks that you didn’t get fucked how you imagined, or got to experience a first orgasm, though another experience to jot down in your diary was still a win.

It’s strangely made you confident that you’ve been half naked in front of another man, especially a seasoned fuckboy like Jungkook. If you can have him on your bed like that, then imagine how down bad you’d have your other option—Brandon.

Jungkook’s easy, but you know Brandon’s been trying to hit at you for a while. You could get him to fold with the snap of your fingers. He’s already so flirty and preoccupied with you as the umpteenth party of the semester goes on, him sticking to your side like a lovesick puppy and paying for your fruity cocktails with his daddy’s money.

You can’t be too stuck up on Jungkook when plenty of men have a dick, and, after all, your v-card can’t be much harder to get rid of. You wouldn’t give up a good time with Brandon.

He’s a popular senior with brown skin, dark hair, a bright smile, and gorgeous, hazel eyes. Very cute and lean since he plays varsity soccer. He’s not in a lot of mess with girls, but everyone knows he gets heavy play outside of the field.

Plus, Brandon is the son of some wealthy businessman. He doesn’t need to do much to pull any thirsty bitch, but you’ve been making him work for it. Other girls want to date and marry into his rich family; You just want his dick and maybe that roll of money he keeps unbundling for you.

Brandon can’t possibly suspect you’re a virgin with how you’re feeding into his teasing and teasing right back, knocking out drink after drink and giggling at everything he says. This is the longest you’ve engaged with him outside of class, so you hope you’re giving off that you’re interested in sleeping together, despite the shy and introverted persona you have.

The soccer player seems to understand your reciprocated desire though as he gets touchier and leans in to whisper how good you smell and how sexy you look—because, when has a mini skirt ever failed? But you catch the big, brown eyes of someone across the floor.

Staring.

Jungkook.

You look away first, as he has no shame in letting you know he’s watching you. While sitting between two girls that were practically on top of him.

Urgh. The nerve to glare at you when he’s been walking past you on campus without a word all week… Asshole.

“Did you want another drink?” Brandon asks, rubbing your arm at the sudden change in your facial expression. You like that he doesn’t meddle in who you might’ve seen and offers more poison.

“Yeah, sure,” you tell him. The alcohol has loosened you up quite a lot, but you can still remember the shit that has you pressing yourself to Brandon, so you down another, thankful that your mind gets fuzzier.

It only lasts for a few minutes before you’re reminiscing the other night, Jungkook’s hand on your throat, his tongue in your pussy, and what could’ve been if you weren’t a virgin. You want to say ‘fuck him’ out loud and forget about it and him in general. But you glance back over to where you’d noticed him to see he’s leaving the party. Alone.

Making quick eye contact with you through the crowd. It speaks for itself.

Fine… Let’s talk then.

You step back from the kitchen counter as you set your cup down. “I-I gotta go.”

Brandon chuckles, although he’s not happy about losing his piece of ass. “Want me to drive you back?”

“I drove,” you say, wielding your Sanrio charm decorated keys from your wrist wallet. “But thanks.”

“You can’t drink and drive,” he claims, and within the second of him pulling you back into him, he snatches your keychain. “I can get you back to your dorm, ________.”

“I can drive fine, not drunk,” you mumble. He’s right, you shouldn’t drink and drive, but you’re going to see someone who you trust more to be inebriated around. “Can you give me my keys?”

Brandon pockets them and shrugs. His nonchalant attitude shift is different than how he approaches you in class. “How about we go upstairs to chill before you go? You’re not sober enough to drive.”

“Then I can walk,” you exclaim. He’s pissing you off. Sure, you had a good amount of alcohol, but you’re highly functional, speaking without slurring. Tipsy, maybe, but not drunk. You can’t tell if he’s trying to protect you or be a jackass about you leaving so soon.

“I’ll give you your keys if you give me something in return.”

Okay. Jackass about you leaving so soon it is.

“What?”

“A goodbye kiss,” Brandon frowns, thick eyebrows furrowed. “You’ve been such a tease to me all night, thinking I’ve finally gotten through to you. I didn’t think you’d still be such a prissy good girl around me outside of Chemistry.”

You suck in a nervous breath, understanding how this might look to him. But still… doesn’t mean you owe him anything, and it sounds like he’s alluding to it. You wanted to have sex at first, but you can change your mind whenever you want, right? He’s acting as if you’ve ruined everything by not putting out.

“Or not want me to take you back,” he continues, wrapping his bulging arm around your shoulder as he takes a swig of alcohol. “You’re not as drunk, are you? Like you said? Let me drive you to your dorm.”

You can’t fathom the words coming out of his mouth so casually, and, suddenly, his sharp cologne is stinging your nose, his varsity jacket is heavy on your neck. He’s turned you all the way off, and you’d be pushing it to let him drop you at campus. What would he ask for then?

You wrench his arm away from you. Fuck the keys. A goodbye kiss because he spent his money on you? And can’t handle the idea of sexing up anyone else in here but you? What makes him so entitled.

Brandon calls out to you as you leave your keys behind and push through the crowd, wanting to explode on yourself for what happened and being blinded by something as unserious as your desire to lose your virginity. Brandon was sweet until he wasn’t, but you don’t know if you’re looking at green flags or red ones.

Maybe he was joking about the kiss and playing around? What if he was worried about your safety for real? Ack… Your mind didn’t feel right, but you know how you love to overthink.

Once outside the frat, a sigh visibly escapes your lips and fades into the cool, night air. There’s as many people here as in, but everyone is lit off their alcohol or whatever drugs being passed around to notice your frazzled state as you step down the porch stairs. You figure to head to your car and wait until Brandon eventually gives you your keys back, scared your little baby may get stolen. However, low and behold, parked right next to it in the makeshift parking lot of grass other college students have dumped their cars across, is none other than an iconic blue and white mustang.

Actually… you don’t mind waiting for your keys. Jungkook leaning there against the hood of his old school gem smoking is going to keep you occupied for a while.

You come to a stop in front of him, anxious, but he’d been the reason for you to leave in the first place. It’s not like you’re unwanted in his presence.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything at first, glances at you up and down in your revealing outfit while you check him out the same. He’s in a fitted black top and baggy, dark wash jeans held up by a belt that accentuates his lean yet muscular figure. A chain decorates his neck, and his fingers are shiny with steel rings as he removes the blunt from his mouth to blow the smoke.

He’s so menacing looking like the bad boy he is, curled hair styled to perfection. You’re too entranced by his handsomeness to notice his hand pulling you closer by the back of your thigh to pass you the blunt to hit.

You puff it for a second and exhale the weed in a sigh. It’s something about you being all dolled up in cute makeup, pink clothing, and your leg warmers that makes Jungkook’s lip quirk up at you engaging in illegal behavior with him. He takes another hit when you give it back, your strawberry flavored gloss sweet on his tongue as he lets the smoke fade into the darkness above before finally speaking.

“What’s with you talking to that guy?” He confronts. “Acting like I don’t give you enough attention…”

He wasn’t about to beat around the bush. No wonder he was death staring you.

“Is that what you brought me out here for?” You ask. “I didn’t say anything when those girls were all over you.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue, sharp jaw tightening. “I have girls all over me all the time, princess. Doesn’t mean I want their attention.”

As if on cue, he looks over at a group of girls clearly giggling and gushing about him a few cars over, despite you standing right there. You scowl as you turn back to him to see a smirk on his face.

“Or need it.”

“I didn’t need his attention either,” you feign innocence. What the hell is he trying to get at? So what if you were on Brandon.

“Didn’t look like it.” He sizes you up before catching your eyes again. “You dress like an attention whore, had your tits pressed against his arm the whole time… You wanted him to fuck you, yeah?”

“If I did?”

A beat of silence before Jungkook chuckles, yanking you between his legs by your hips this time to get nose to nose. “He can’t give you what you want.”

“Y-You don’t know what I want.”

“You want me.” He smiles with bunny teeth, and, god, he’s so fucking fine even though he’s so full of himself. “Right, princess? Don’t give me that pout.”

You step back and immediately fix your face before he reaches up to fix it for you. “Is this all you had to talk about?”

It’s his turn to pout at your pissy mood, but it doesn’t stop him from pushing on.

“I didn’t bring you over here for nothing, princess,” he says.

“Then what do you want?”

“To taste your pussy. I thought that part was obvious…” Jungkook nods back at his car, and your breath runs rapid.

No way he had enough room in there to have his head between your legs. Comfortably anyways.

He’s gotta be fucking with you? Eating you out, walking out on you, and ignoring you for a week to then come finish the job? What a joke.

“You’re insane.”

“A little.” Before you can walk too far away, he grips you by the wrist to pull you back. “Wanna hot box?”

“That’s an even dumber idea, Jungkook…”

“Not like it’s stopped you before.”

What’s his fucking issue? He’s acting like the night in your dorm room never happened and that he didn’t ghost you for days after finding out you were a virgin. As if this whole friendship or situationship wasn’t as unhinged already. Now he wants to ‘chill’ after seeing you cozied up with Brandon. Typical fuckboy!

Your choices in men weren’t great, but Jungkook has this special charm to him that bends you to his each and every will. If he wanted to smoke you high, your body was going to find a way to make it possible. Or his raven eyes are just that majestic to have you whispering “Fine…” in agreement, without weighing the consequences.

Next thing you know, Jungkook’s propped the passenger seat forward to let you and him slide into the back of his old school mustang. The back seat isn’t ideal for his height or yours since the roof is lower and a bit cramped, however, you don’t mind having to lie back and being pressed next to Jungkook’s warm body. Hot boxing with him was a cheat on therapy.

The tinted windows fog up ten-fold due to the chilly weather outside and the fumes filling up the vehicle. There’s music playing from the radio that hugs your skin just right, and you loll onto Jungkook’s shoulder as you allow yourself to buzz after the blunt’s gone. How he knew you could use this moment was beyond your comprehension, but motherfuckers like him always knew when to show up and keep bruising their marks before they disappear.

It’s much easier, in his case, when the butterfly on your thigh has yet to fade. He draws circles on the stick-n-poke he’d done on your skin months ago, thumb as soft as a feather. Fingertips lightly grazing the expanse of your smooth, brown legs over and over.

You suspect he’ll kiss you, make out, go as far as sucking on your throat to feed the oral fixation he gets when he’s faded and to fuel the stickiness you get in your panties at his touch. You can smell his cologne on his neck mixing in with the loud as he leans in closer.

“It pisses me off,” he starts, and the huskiness in his voice has your hairs standing on edge. “When you play in my face, princess.”

Your hooded eyes can barely push up a confused eyebrow. “What… What did I do?”

“Make stupid decisions,” Jungkook tsks. “Your little boyfriend doesn’t know?”

He was still stuck on that shit with Brandon? Men were so damn dramatic, hell.

“He’s not my boyfriend, neither are you,” you explain, annoyed. “You didn’t want to take it... What does it matter if I wanted him to?”

“Are you that stupid to have someone else’s tongue up your cunt?” Jungkook utters, finger coming up to coil a curl around it before making eye contact. “I licked it, so it’s mine.”

You giggle. The weed makes your laugh last longer, but it’s funny, genuinely. Staking claim over your coochie because he ate you out? Mr. I Don’t Eat Pussy pressing you about it is crazy. He has to be high out of his mind, but you entertain him back, feeling a little too bold from the kush and alcohol.

“Yours? When you didn’t even do much before running out?”

The car goes quiet except for the audio lowly bumping the speakers. You can’t believe you said what you’d been so pissed about. He surprisingly doesn’t get mad at you coming for his ego, instead, he laughs it off, tonguing his cheek hotly, dangerously.

“Did you wanna be a brat tonight?” Jungkook responds, hand tightening on your thigh. You didn’t know exactly what he meant by it, but you were not up to find out.

You bite your tongue and shake your head, scared out of your mind at what you’re positive crossed both of your consciences in that moment. Jungkook’s veiny hands adorned in those silver rings leaving your ass welted. You, a whimpering mess and regretful about opening your mouth.

“You sure?”

You nod. “Y-Yes...”

Jungkook finds you fucking adorable as you trail off and blank out. He isn’t used to girls thinking around him, so he can’t help but to stare, move a little closer to see if he can read your mind. Your pupils are big, filled with anticipation. Expecting more.

“Is that why you haven’t texted me?” He breaks the silence. “Cause I didn’t get you off?”

From your perspective, you hadn’t thought of it in that way. He didn’t text you, but neither did you text him. The lack of communication is on both parts, but he always hit you up first to hang. He can’t all of a sudden act as if it’s the other way around, like you’re the one dragging him along for the fun of it.

“It’s because you ran out on me in the middle of… doing it, what am I supposed to think?” You ask.

“Princess,” Jungkook makes a noise and throws his head back against the seat. “You’re so hard to understand.”

“W-What do you mean?” What was so hard to understand about wanting to get fucked into your mattress?

“I mean,” he begins, red eyes flicking to yours past his nose. “Have you even touched yourself? Came?”

You blink. “Came…?”

“Orgasmed,” the fuckboy smirks, cheek dimple popping. “When it feels too good and you just let go.”

The flesh of your cheeks warm as you imagine it, the stuff you’ve seen in porn and those times you’ve tried to get yourself there but embarrassingly failed.

“No… but I touch—I touch myself sometimes. I just… rub it. It hurts if…” You avoid his gaze, unable to say it aloud.

“Cause you don’t know what you’re doing,” Jungkook concludes. “You’re jumping ten steps ahead when you haven’t seen a real cock in person, princess. You don’t know what you like.”

Your dolly lashes blink up at him in guilt yet admiration. You have a serious lack of experience with sex, heavy petting being the furthest you’ve gone with Jungkook, and you come to realize that it isn’t smart or safe to be so willing to give up your virginity. You’re clueless enough for the university’s biggest fuckboy and the police’s worst nightmare to hang morality over your head. Jeon Jungkook. Trying to communicate about your nonexistent sex life instead of getting a quick nut.

Oh, god, why does he care? It makes you want to fuck him more instead.

“I get what you’re saying,” you tell him. “But… does it matter? To you, that I’m…”

“Yeah.” He’s back to playing in your hair again, body facing yours, head tilted to the side as he hums. He’s high, but still in control of his actions and words and… agh.

“W-Why?” You ask.

You feel like any other guy would be dying to be a girl’s first time. Jungkook’s restraint and adulation in this situation is so sexy, despite how disposable you’ve heard he treats women.

“Well, I just wanna fuck you,” he honestly admits. “You might not want that from me.”

Your chest pounds faster as he traces the curve of your neck, thumb grazing the tops of your chest and cleavage. No shocker there that he only desires sex from you, can’t keep his eyes off your body. But that’s what you want, too. A good time.

You boldly grab his hand to place it on your chest, and he immediately squeezes. Jungkook’s surprised by your action, and the peek of the lace bra underneath your top isn’t allowing him to think rationally.

You whisper, “What else do you think I want?”

His eyes roam over your body again, before he blinks back into reality and says, “A boyfriend. Commitment.”

“Because I’m a virgin…?”

He nods and reaches up to touch your face.

“Yes. I think girls like you get attached, princess.” He thumbs your bottom lip. “And crazy.”

He has to be wrong. You don’t think you will turn out like that. Not over sex. You care little about your virginity, and you aren’t the type to take it as extremely and give it to someone you vow your life to in marriage. You could have sex and move on like everyone else.

“I was your first, wasn’t I? When you tasted me..?Why can’t you be mine?”

The fuckboy finds your logic flawed. Oral versus intercourse wasn’t anywhere near the same. “That’s not how it works, princess.”

“Then show me how it works, Jungkook.”

Your determination has Jungkook’s dick hardening in his jeans. His sweet and soft princess is so set on what she wants that he doesn’t want to tell you no. Of course, finding out you were a virgin didn’t make you any less desirable to him. If anything, he wants to break you in half and take you for himself.

But, it’s not right. He’s an asshole and commits crimes here and there, but he’s not a bad person. And he doesn’t want to hurt you, whether that’s emotionally or physically. Virgins are stop signs to him for a number of reasons, some shit he’s dealt with as one himself. He just—doesn’t want to take advantage of you. He’s selfish and unavailable in too many ways he needs to be. You don’t deserve that.

It’s a good thing he’s as good as he is when it comes to women. He can give you what you want, all while still not giving you what you really want.

“Open your legs,” he demands, calmly and assertively. As expected, you freeze.

“B-But—“ you stutter, looking around at the tinted windows of the car. Jungkook knows his windows are pitch black, but he likes how nervous you get about possibly being seen exposed.

“Your legs, pretty,” he repeats, tugging on your thighs. “Spread them.”

You let out a breath and lessen your resistance as Jungkook maneuvers your legs over his thighs and coerces you to spread one, enough to let his palm flatten between them, a thumb pressing up against your cute underwear. The crotch is unsurprisingly damp.

“You’re so fucking easy, princess,” he taunts. “Are you sure you’re a virgin?”

“I-I am.” You don’t know if you’re stuttering because of him or how aroused you’re getting. Jungkook and weed is a terrible combination.

Jungkook greedily pushes his fingers down your panties when your mouths connect to feel all of it skin on skin, clit sticky and fuck, yeah, you are a virgin based on how tiny your hole still feels as he circles it.

It’s insane how internally possessive he grows to be reminded. Sex and pleasuring another leaves him satiated but not wanting more than just a quick fuck. With you, he can’t hit it and done. He can’t push your face into the backseat and cram his cock into you. He has to take his time, wants to give it to you right in every way he can.

Virgins aren’t his thing. Eating pussy isn’t his thing. Not when he’s only done it once… He’s just… experimenting. All while developing new, sick fantasies you’ve ingrained into him.

“Can I touch you?” He breaks the kiss to ask, like his digits aren’t already slipping through your folds.

Your ears burn at the faded yet needy look in his pupils. You think he wants to go further, and here you are again, ready to lose your virginity to the fuckiest fuckboy, despite the attitude he’s given the past week. What was wrong with you? And him?

Who knows… You gladly nod your head.

You slightly lift your hips to let him pull your pink panties down your knees, over your leg warmers and platform shoes. They’re discarded somewhere in the car, and you shriek as Jungkook repositions so that you’re more on top of him and your lower half is over his, pelvis angled to better expose your core. You thought P-in-V was next, but you’re not realizing how serious this is until he moves his fingers back down there. The pretty ones with the rings that look like they’ll break you.

“Y-You can’t, I’m…” Too tight. You were too embarrassed to finish your own sentence. However, Jungkook is already ahead. Stupid you to think you could take cock when one finger is about to make you a wreck.

“They’ll fit, princess,” he coos. “Relax.”

You try to do just that by letting your body mold into his, taking slow breaths, vibing with the music you can hear, trying not to be too in your head about what you’re doing. It’s weird at first when he brushes your clit again and starts rubbing it, but the sensation quickly brightens into pleasure. The little nub grows hotter with every circle, and your pussy aches for more.

You whimper a cuss word at your legs jerking and grip his tatted hand when a figure walks by the tinted windows. The party must’ve began dying down and people were leaving. And you’re here in the backseat of Jungkook’s mustang getting your clit beat, wishing he’d stuff you, because you can feel how badly the inside of your walls want to be full.

“Think you can take it?” He rasps in your ear. You nod and moan as he picks up the speed on your hood, using his other hand to fondle your breasts over your shirt.

Like any other woman, you wet yourself easily at Jungkook’s ministrations. By your heavy breathing and squirming, he can tell you’re dying to get a taste, that you want to cum on his fingers so hard. He kisses you more, rubbing and rubbing along your slit until your pussy is drenched on his fingers, and then does he take the opportunity to prod at your hole.

Your body freezes once you ingulf an influx of air, the foreign feeling uncomfortable yet tempting. You want it, despite the sting you have to endure before your core naturally submits and accommodates his ringed finger.

Your breath falters out of your chest as he pushes, and you dig your nails into Jungkook’s wrist. You feel hot, everything’s so hot, and your walls are clenching nonstop.

“I know, I know,” he comforts you, pierced lips whispering against the side of your neck when you throw your head back in ecstasy. “Let me in, pretty.”

“Ngh, fuck, oh my god,” you moan out, wrapping your arm around his neck to hold onto something. No way it feels this good, and you’ve been missing out all this time.

It’s Jungkook’s middle finger you’re clenching around and babbling over, close to ripping the curly tresses out of his scalp with how hard you’re tugging. A delicious sheen of sweat coats your neck as Jungkook drags his digit in and out slowly for you to experience the motion, and you look so sexy spread out on his lap taking it.

Another shadow flits by the car window, and your pussy immediately tightens in excitement. You start trying to rock against his hand to get him deeper, anxiously watching for outside but still enjoying yourself.

“Jungkook, f-faster,” you beg, reaching for his hand and pressing it more against you if possible.

He listens, adding more movement in his wrist, allowing his finger to slip further and quicker into your silky warmth. He’s as breathless as you when you whine out at the feel of his thumb stimulating your clit.

“Pretty little pussy suckin me in so good,” He mumbles against your skin, strawberry scent blessing his nostrils. “Fuck.”

Now he’s imagining you wrapped around his dick sucking him in just like this. Stretching you out until you’re full of him and crying about how it feels too much. So he uses his other hand to spread your pussy, ring finger sliding in next, obsessed with getting your sex to open up for him. He barely has to try. You’re so slick and relaxed and willing that you take the two fingers with little struggle.

“You’re so tight, princess,” Jungkook moans, barely able to move his fingers despite getting them inside. He figures he’ll hurt you if he tries to force further because of your hymen, so he’ll deal with what he can.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize in embarrassment, a bit uncomfortable too now with another finger since it feels bigger.

He guides you back into bliss, though, not allowing you to slip into that insecurity, and bends his head down to aim and spit on your folds like a professional. “Breathe for me, okay?”

“M-Mmkay,” you sob, because he was mental for having the nerve to spit like a freak and then talk to you as if he really cares about your pleasure and well-being.

He doesn’t press you to go any further, accepting that this may be as far as he can get you. Which is fine. You’re a virgin after all. He doesn’t expect you to hop on his dick, hot and ready. He’s much bigger than the two fingers your pussy can’t handle, not to brag. But it’s okay. Vagina was still vagina, and he knows exactly how to satisfyingly end this.

“Don’t think about it,” He whispers, his voice soothing you to unwind and let him take back control.

“Think… Think about what?” You breathe, voice hitching when Jungkook goes to rub your clit, keeping the other two fingers lodged in your tight wetness. He doesn’t answer you and instead slides his fingers deeper. Not thrusting. All of the motion is focusing on your swollen little button.

You don’t expect the buildup to hit you fast and so quickly. Lashes wet with tears, lip bitten raw from trying to keep noises down. But it rips through you without any remorse that you cry out loud.

Jungkook steadily abuses the nerves to get you there, holding you down to his body so you can’t run away from the climax. There’s fingernail indents reddening on his wrist when he slows down, and you gasp as you continue to cling onto him throughout your orgasm.

That was… crazier than you expected. You feel like you’re floating for a few seconds and have lost your mind. It’s as pleasant as people say.

“Good, princess.”

Jungkook is delighted that he pulled it off. Gave you your first orgasm awakening. He could’ve done better and so much more, but with how your chest is heaving, he would have made your heart explode. He’s happy with this for now.

“Aak!” You suddenly scream when you look down, but cover your mouth to not alert outsiders.

Jungkook leans up at attention. “What?”

“S-Sorry. I felt something… Inside. And it scared me,” you mumble. “Can you…?”

Your fingers gently touch the two still lodged inside your entrance. Oh.

“Yeah.” He slowly pulls them out, careful to not hurt you. And then does the final result of Jungkook’s finger fucking show.

A cloudy stream of cum flows from your pussy and forms a small pool on the crotch of Jungkook’s dark jeans near the zipper. He takes it upon himself to spread your lips for the full view, tiny cunt clenching around air.

“Of course you’re a creamer,” he notes, eyes fixated on the juices on his hand.

You pout. “Is that a bad thing…?”

“No.”

Although he enjoys when women squirt, it fits your entire persona and being that you cream. Some cheesy, aesthetic shit like chocolate covered strawberries and whipped cream is very fitting to the way you smell, dress, and look… Even during sex.

Shamelessly, he brings his fingers to his mouth to lick them.

You taste sweeter than last week. Or maybe it’s been too long to remember the exact way you did, so his tastebuds have forgotten. Either way, he wants your cunt in his mouth. Now.

The tension between you and him grows and grows as he leans in like he’s going to kiss you, and with those pillows wet from your essence, you’re begging him to ‘kiss me more, kiss me more’ in your head.

You can smell your scent on his breath when your lips brush, but your excitement is cut short.

Ruined by a beating on the window glass.

“JEON!”

You freeze.

Jungkook lets out an airy chuckle and hangs his head.

“Fucking hell…”

“JEON!” It sounds like a girl. And a mad one, since she bangs some more, her fist shadowing on the fogged window. “I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE, YOU ASS!”

You frown. “Who is that?”

“Don’t say anything to her,” Jungkook responds, and slides you off his lap. “I don’t know where I threw your panties.”

The banging and yelling continues, and the doorknob is also yanked on. Your blood pressure rushes into defense mode when a nasty thought invades your brain, but you can’t ponder on it for too long. You’re clearly being rushed out of the car, and you’re half naked.

Jungkook looks down on the carpet for your missing undergarment, but something pink catches the corner of your eye. It’s your underwear. Up there on the dashboard.

More banging.

You don’t think you’ll get it on in time, this was already taking too long.

“Forget it,” you tell him, pulling your skirt down. “You want me to stay in the car, or what?”

“No, fuck,” he groans. He easily pushes the passenger seat forward and unlocks the door so he can get out.

The door flings open. All hell breaks loose.

“Oh? Now you open the door?!” The girl yells.

“Giselle,” you hear Jungkook say, and what sounds like scuffling. “Stop.”

“You got a bitch in there?!”

A bitch…?

Oh, god. You roll your eyes, nervousness catching in your throat. Was this his girlfriend? A hookup? You’d forgotten he was a fucking fuckboy. You should’ve expected this if you were going to be around him in public and in general.

What were you thinking? How much of a piece of ass do you look getting fingered in the back of his car at a party. And then to have some chick yelling at him about his endeavors.

You didn’t have time for this. You got your nut. It’s time to make like a man and bounce.

So you slip out of the car after obtaining your wrist wallet from the pocket behind the seat, expecting to make a quick getaway. However, Jungkook was guarding the passenger door and there’s a girl standing in front of him, fuming.

She’s a popular senior that you’ve passed by a few times on campus, two years above you and Jungkook. You never cared to know her real name, but you did know that she was too old to be red in the face over someone like your acquaintance. Unless… this was her man. But Jeon Jungkook didn’t date.

“Is this who’s getting your dick wet now?” She, Gigi, or Giselle, looks you up and down, flips her dark hair, and crosses her arms. “What a downgrade.”

You blink, honestly not fast enough and too confused to respond because you didn’t expect the insult.

“Cut it,” Jungkook firmly states.

“How about you cut your penis off and stop fucking everything you see?” Giselle steps in his face, and it kinda pisses you off that he lets her and just turns his head to tongue his cheek in annoyance. “What’s on your lips? Gloss? And that cum stain and your boner tells me all I need to know, did I interrupt?”

Ew. What a fucking bitch.

Your face scrunches up at her attitude and the way she’s talking to him. It’s degrading and weird. This can’t be his partner. Jungkook is never one to not voice what he has to say or be talked to any kind of way, so you assume her and him have history. But whatever history it is… It damn sure wasn’t healthy.

“J-Jungkook..?” You mumble, grabbing on his arm that’s blocking you to get him to move. Giselle’s eyes snap towards you, and Jungkook presses you back as she steps closer.

“And whoever you are,” Gigi points a French tipped fingernail at you. “Don’t let me catch you again, bitch.”

Was that a threat?

You know that she expects you to be quiet, too, to not retaliate. Probably because you are docile and sweet looking. And she thinks she can run anyone simply because she’s gorgeous and wears nice clothes and has a reputation to uphold. But you don’t do disrespect. Not over dick and balls.

So you step up to that fucking fingernail in your face, holding her eyes.

“Or what?”

She’s stunned. Eyes freezing at the fact that you opened your mouth to talk back.

You were shy, okay. But you weren’t a spineless bitch. Putting your pussy in Jungkook’s face was number one proof.

It’s quiet between the three of you for a second, just the sound of the breeze and university students laughing and talking as they exit the party. Inside Giselle’s head is loud with anger though.

“Princess, in the car.” Jungkook breaks the silence, coercing you to sit down in the passenger seat.

“You’re gonna let her talk to me like that? Really?” Giselle questions behind him. “Jeon. I’m talking to you.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you hear him say before he shuts the door. You listen in on their conversation as you let out a breath. “We’re not together. She has nothing to do with what we have going on anyways.”

“Fuck you, Jeon! Seriously!” You hear Giselle yell and watch as Jungkook’s figure crosses in front of the mustang. “You should know that I don’t take disrespect lightly. Not with any of the whores you talk to! Everyone knows that!”

Jungkook simply reacts by shaking his head and opens the driver side door, getting in and revving the car up. He glances over at you. “I’ll take you back to the dorms, okay?”

You take a little while to respond as he pulls off of the grass and through other cars. You were too shocked about whatever that was, upset about how she talked to him and her disgusting first impression on you. Sure, Jungkook wasn’t a saint, but she damn sure wasn’t one either. She was awful, and to be a popular figure at the university… You were glad you kept to yourself.

In other thoughts, Giselle had to have been Jungkook’s ex. Maybe they were on a break, and she was being celibate while he still fucked around. It made the most sense for her to be mad over. Then, he said they weren’t dating, so maybe not.

Sigh. You didn’t know. You didn’t want to know.

“Uhm…” you quietly speak up as he nears your dorm building. “Brandon has my car keys.”

“Why?” Jungkook asks.

“I don’t know, I think he was just playing,” you answer. “Sorry… I should’ve said something before you zoomed out of there.”

“No, it’s fine,” he says. “Get inside. I’ll get your keys and car for you by morning.”

“Jungkook—“

“I’ll get them.”

You close your mouth at his sharp tone, eyes fixating on his tattooed hand gripping the wheel. You hope he will get them smoothly. Too much chaotic shit already happened, and you didn’t want to be at fault for anything else.

“T-Thanks… Be nice about it, please?”

He chuckles, and you light up a little at his mood lightening, despite that altercation a few minutes ago. “You can talk your shit, but I can’t talk mine?”

Please. You were not going to go head-to-head with Giselle over dick. Only if it came down to her hitting you first... However, Jungkook’s a fighter, whether he’s hit first or not, so Brandon should think twice about playing with him.

“Still… be nice. Thanks.”

He nods. “Yeah.”

You awkwardly open the door and get out, grabbing a hold of your wrist wallet. Before you can close it, Jungkook stops you.

“Forgetting something, princess.”

You bend down to see him holding your pink panties out to you.

“Jungkook!” You snatch them, balling them up in your hand and looking around to make sure no one saw. Like you both were doing a drug deal.

“I can keep them up here as a souvenir, if you want.”

“N-No, bye.” You embarrassingly shake your head and close the door, biting your lip as you turn and enter the building. Jungkook’s mustang doesn’t noisily speed off until you swipe your identification card and the door clicks behind you.

You palm you warm cheeks as you ascend up the stairs to your floor.

What a night…

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Your residential assistant brings you your car keys in the morning, saying that they were left on the office desk without a word but your name. You thank her, going to look out your window to see your car parked across the lot in reverse.

How nice of him.

You wonder how Brandon acted when Jungkook approached him for them. Tsk. Probably tucked his tail and gave them up right away. It secretly annoys you that you couldn’t get them back yourself, but hey, sometimes guys won’t listen until another one makes them. Sad to say.

You jump back into bed after doing your morning routine and pull up your chat with Jungkook. You should thank him. For getting your car keys and bringing your car. Not… for fingering you and giving you your first orgasm. That’s weird. And you shouldn’t pry into his situation with Giselle. That would be weird to ask about, too, when you and him are just acquaintances having fun.

Okay. Let’s forget anything else happened. Be normal.

you: hi. thx for dropping my car off

Send.

Except, it doesn’t. The message is green, and you’ve seen Jungkook’s iPhone that he rarely loses sight of.

What?

No way.

You huff, pretty loudly. Chin plopping down on My Melody’s plush head.

You send another message, a period. To act like you forgot to put it at the end. It’s green. And you’re not getting the option to send it as a text message.

You call, too, the call not going past the first ring.

You’re… blocked?

“Wow…” you mumble, not knowing how to describe your confused emotions…

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[madameaug]

Black selfshippers please imagine wearing a bonnet with like a really wide band and it keeps falling over your eyes so your f/o gently tugs it up and is like "There you are, can't hide from me now, can you?" And gently kisses your forehead

[madameaug]

DayCare Moments|| JJK x OC

A/N: Taking a quick breather from nursing school to push this out. I miss Jennette and Jungkook (& Peanut too!)

Might add onto this later, but just wanted to post something.

Pairing: Jungkook x Jennette

Dropping off a Daycare...

Even when he is running late, Jungkook always walks hand in hand to the front door of the daycare. He could be meeting his favorite idol of all time and would still walk his Peanut into the building. He rings the doorbell of the home daycare. The late fifty-year-old black woman answered the door with a smile. A sleepy toddler on her hip.

"Have a good day." Jungkook watches Peanut's coils move in the wind as she enters the daycare. Within seconds, she conversed with Cameron, one of her daycare friends.

"I love you!" Jungkook raises his voice, seeing that Peanut didn't respond to his earlier statement. Remembering that her dad still existed, she wobbled back to the door.

"Love you!" Jungkook crouched down to her level before embracing her. With ease, he scooped her little body up. Blowing raspberries on her cheek as she squealed.

"Appa loves you so much. My peanut cup."

Placing her on the ground, he left one kiss on her forehead. Careful not to shift the Hello Kitty clips Jennette placed in her hair this morning. Peanut was at that stage where she wanted to pick out her clothes like mommy and daddy. However, she had the pickiness of her mother and got fussy if her hair or clothes were not neat.

With one hand touching her hair, she waved goodbye to her father. Jungkook smiled at the mini Jennette in front of him. He blew several kisses to her before turning around to walk back to his car.

❤︎

"What song are we listening to today, Peanut cup?" Jennette buckles in her toddler. Peanut was always given the aux cord when Jennette had to take the toddler to school. Plus, it was funny to hear Peanut's raspy voice sing beautifully off-key to the songs.

"The Red Panda song." Peanut grooved in her car seat. Two weeks ago, Jennette and Peanut watched the Disney animated film 'Turning Red'. Jennette didn't expect Peanut to like the movie as much as she did. As it wasn't necessarily focused on really young kids. But Peanut awwed and gushed over Mei Mei's panda form. Requesting Jungkook get her a red panda plushy (which arrived the next day from Amazon).

The second reason Peanut liked the movie so much was the songs the fictional boyband 4-Town sang. The most recognizable one 'Nobody Like U' was nicknamed the 'Red Panda song' by Panda. Jennette didn't complain much as it gave her a break from hearing 'Part of Your World' from the Little Mermaid.

Jennette played the song before pulling out of the driveway. Occasionally, I look in the rearview mirror to see Peanut dancing to the song. At some parts of the song, she would make up her own lyrics; she was in her own groove. Her head moved side to side as she sang her little heart out. Twenty minutes later, when they got to the daycare, Peanut was still singing the lyrics to 'Nobody Like U. '

Peanut Makes a Friend ...

Jungkook was doing some stretches on the carpet, listening to Peanut recap her day. She sat at the dining table, with a coloring book in front of her.

"... then it was time for recess, Cheese asked me to play hopscotch with him."

Jungkook paused, 'Cheese?'. What were parents naming their kids these days? Jungkook thought to himself. He didn't want to interrupt Peanut, with his growing list of questions.

"I was hopping like a bunny rabbit. Going like hop, hop, hop." Peanut mimics the hopping with the purple crayon in her hand.

"We had so much fun. I can't wait for recess tomorrow."

*next day*

"Bye bye, Ms.Potts, bye Gabby, bye Cheese!" She hugged the little boy. Peanut standing slightly over the little boy.

Jungkook smiled, watching the sweet interaction. One of his fears as a parent was Peanut being bullied. However, she appeared to be adjusting well at the daycare and had some friends.

"It's Chase, not 'cheese'." The little boy whined.

He pointed to the engraved lunchbox in his hand. Clear as day, the hand stitching spelled out 'Chase'. Quickly covering his mouth, not to laugh out loud. Jungkook ushered Peanut out of the front door.

❤︎

Jennette was making Peanut's lunch for school tomorrow when the four-year-old tapped her leg.

"Mommy am I allowed to have best friends?" She tilted her head, looking up at her mother so innocently.

"Yeah, you can have best friends."

A smile appeared on her face. "Good! I know Appa said I couldn't have girlfriends or boyfriends. But I wasn't sure about best friends."

"What's your best friend's name?"

"Cameron, Gabby, Chase, Makayla, Louis, and Bernard."

"Goodness, that's a lot of best friends." Jennette flipped the sandwich in the frying pan. She admired the golden brown color of the bread internally.

"We play at recess and sit beside each other in circle time."

Jennette nodded her head. The next time she picks Peanut off from school, she'll consciously look for all these 'best friends.'

A light bulb went off in Peanut's hand. She scurried around the corner out of Jenentte's sight. Brief ruffling could be heard. Sticking her head out slightly, Jennette wondered what Peanut was up to.

Surely enough, Peanut came around the corner with eight mini Rice Krispie treat bars in her hand.

"I hope you don't plan on eating all those tonight, miss ma'am."

"I was gonna share with my friends."

Peanut put on her puppy dog look for her mother. "Then why do you have eight. You named six friends?"

"Well, I was thinking about an extra for myself." She twisted a foot and looked down.

Jennette couldn't hide the laugh coming out of her mouth, even if she wanted too.

"Fine, Peanut. Fine."

#jungkook x jennette #bts #black oc #jungkook #madameaug #jeon jungkook #black fem reader #bts x black reader #jungkook imagines #family imagine #x black oc #black oc imagine

[madameaug]

hey are your request open I love your writing :)

I am, although i’m currently on a slight hitaus. I’m starting nursing school and trying to get my bearings 🩺🫶🏾. But i would love to write for you, although it probably be short :)

[madameaug]

angel | JJK (18+)

❀one-shot❀

❥pairing: fuckboy!jungkook X inexperienced!reader // black!reader

❥genre: university AU, angst, smut, some fluff

❥summary: After giving your virginity to the university’s most notorious fuckboy, he’s on a mission to slut your innocent ass out and take all that he can get... [OR] small collection of fuckboy jk turning you out...

❥ !!warnings!!: preying and plotting, some coercion to engage in sexual activities but is all consensual, manipulation, insecurity

❥other warnings: solo/mutual masturbation, cumming, mentions of fingering, oral (fem and male receiving), exhibitionism, sexual intercourse, riding

❥notice: Angel is the nickname Jungkook gave reader.

-If you don’t get the metaphor at the end then just look it up in urban dictionary or ask🏃🏽‍♀️.

❥ word count: 5.2k

❥ pic inspo: 😩Bye because the picture gives me college fuckboy//college crush vibes and when I saw it... the fit, the pose... yeahhhhh I still can’t think straight about what I would let this type of mf do to me.

-author’s note: I loved writing this so much idk why but hope you enjoyyy!!!🤍✨

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“W-What if someone sees...?”

“The windows are tinted, angel,” Jungkook reminds you with a gentle swipe of his tatted hand under your chin so that you can look at him and not what he just pulled out of his cargo pants. He chuckles at your wary expression and big, worried eyes. “C’mon, don’t be scared... Just touch it a little.”

You bite your lip and can’t help but to turn and glance out the front windshield of Jungkook’s Mustang. The windows are tinted, but it doesn’t calm your nerves to see so many people walking and hanging about the parking lot before class. Someone’s even parked right next to the car on Jungkook’s side. He really wants to do this now? He’s at more risk of getting caught.

However, you can’t deny that you are into it. You’ve never touched a dick before, only having felt Jungkook’s in you a week ago. He’s huge, too... And it’s so much more nice looking at it in the morning sun than in a dark room. You wonder if he constantly stays trimmed because he sleeps with a lot of people. Nonetheless, his hard cock in your face is giving you the confidence to pleasure him. He did the same for you.

You’re afraid to mess up under his scrutinizing gaze, his eyes boring into your concentrated face. You’ve seen some videos on male masturbation, but never someone else doing it for them. Did guys actually like it when others touched them in this way? What was the purpose? Maybe it feels the same way as it did when Jungkook had his fingers inside of you, though that was different since you never really touched yourself. You automatically liked what he did to you.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head, angel?” Jungkook murmurs as he leans over to kiss your cheek. You’re sure he can feel how warm they are.

“J-Just... n-nervous,” you answer, fidgeting with your fingers. You really don’t want to disappoint him. And it sucks that what’s running through your mind is all of the girls you’d seen him with before. Surely they could go through with this with no hassle. You don’t want to leave him unsatisfied. It’d be embarrassing. The rumors you heard would be true: Someone like her can’t even please someone like him. Well... they should’ve seen you take his cock.

“There’s no need to be,” Jungkook reassures you with another tap on your chin. “Do you want to watch me do it first?”

You suck in a breath. You could use this chance for your inexperienced mind to figure out how to do it. So you nod quickly. “Y-Yes.”

He grins at your eagerness. “You’re so cute.”

Your hands grip onto the armrest console as you watch him move his long sleeved, black pullover more out of the way so that you can see as much as possible in the small space of the car. His hand can just about wrap around his entire girth, but his hands are bigger compared to yours. You feel intimidated.

After licking over his palm, he demonstrates moving it up and down his shaft. “And have a good grip on it, too,” he breathes, your eyes blinking at how hot this is making you. “If it gets hard to stroke, just add more moisture.”

You nod, still staring at his member. You want to ask why it’s able to stand so erect like that and why is it twitching on its own, but something else catches your attention. “What’s that? Did you already...?”

Jungkook frowns and gazes down at his dick, cheeks flaring up when he sees you’re talking about the bead of precum at the tip. You thought he came. “Ah, it’s precum. Kinda like when you’re wet.”

Your body pricks up in goosebumps at this, because he’s aroused. For you to touch him? That’s... hot. You wonder if he had this with your first time with him. “So you’re like... wet, too?”

Jungkook preens at the more feminine term you use against him, mainly because it shows how ill-informed you are on this. At least he can teach you about it while breaking you out of your shyness.

“Basically,” he agrees, mouth pulling into a sexy smirk as he leans his head back against the head rest of his seat and glares over at you. His stare just made you wet alone. “Spit in your hand, angel.”

You feel your heart hammering in your chest as you lean off of your hands and hold your dominant one palm up. Gliding your tongue over your gums and cheeks, the saliva you gathered is spit into your hand. You gather up your anxieties as well and put them to the side in your head, being bold and reaching over to wrap your hand around his cock.

A deep moan falling from Jungkook’s mouth has you keening in praise. He’s bigger than your hand, and you don’t know what you expected a dick to feel like, but it wasn’t this. It feels a little different than it did inside of you with a condom, but it’s still like a... hard and heavy mass of flesh that feels like it might have a bone but doesn’t. The weight on your hand is weird, but the skin is so smooth feeling, including the veins running up the length of it. The wet head is even more soft and velvety.

“Mmm, you sure you haven’t done this before, angel?” Jungkook questions you with an airy chuckle at how fast you learned, but your eyes stay glued to his lap. Watching you touch him in such awe is reminding him of when you’d ran your hands over his torso, so intrigued by the ridges in his stomach like you’d never seen something like it up close. Well, you hadn’t before him.

Reaching over, he unlatches the white buttons of your long sleeve cardigan, revealing the hickeys he’d given you all over your chest last night when he paid a visit to your dorm room. Seeing his marks on you turns him on even more.

Jungkook hasn’t even noticed how fast your soft and damp hands has brought him to the edge until he’s groaning really loudly. His torso arches back for a few seconds and then crunches forward with another moan. Before you know it, jizz is oozing over your fingers and knuckles, some even getting on his cargo pants. It’s interesting to see. Especially this up close.

You’re staring at him when he opens his eyes, your chest heaving as much as his. Is this how it felt when Jungkook made you cum on his fingers last night? On his member? Like he experienced the orgasm as well? The sense of pride in oneself for successfully pleasuring the other?

“Did you like that?” He asks as he bends his head down to kiss on your neck, hands cupping your tank top covered chest that you realize is now exposed.

“Y-Yeah,” you voice as confidently as you can as he pulls away. He’s still smirking with cockiness, and you swear all you see right now is him throwing his head back with parted lips and cumming over your hand. It just happened, and it’s already stuck in your mind. You barely got over his tatted fingers up your sex or him thrusting his hips in and out of you, being haunted by the visionary throughout the past few nights and this morning in your dreams... And now this...

He hums as he pulls out fast food napkins from the glove compartment, cleaning the strings of cum off your hands first and then himself. Taking a quick glance out the front view windshield, you’re glad to see that the crowds of people in the parking lot are dispersing, meaning classes are about to start. You’re not glad to see your friends chatting and loitering near the entrance. You forgot that they wanted to walk with you today...

Jungkook grabs your bag from the backseat before he gets his and asks if you have everything. Nodding, you pull down the sun blocking visor to look at yourself in the mirror to make sure you don’t look sex crazed, even though you didn’t have any sex. Jungkook just... makes you look like you’re high all the time, and your friends notice it. Blown out pupils and everything.

You don’t even bother to worry about your eyes or clammy forehead, because the dark hickeys on your brown skin has your attention the most. You go to button your cardigan back up, but Jungkook’s hand sliding over your lacy tank top in the small mirror stops you.

“Leave em out,” he suggests with the cutest pout. “For me?”

Despite your upper chest and collarbone looking like you had Dracula sucking on you, you give in. “O-Okay.” Your friends were going to say something about it, but you liked pleasing Jungkook more.

You get out of the car with your things, hoping that everyone around you chooses to mind their business today. Unfortunately, that is almost impossible for people to do when someone like you gets out of the car with someone like your newly acquired acquaintance. Jungkook doesn’t care about the stares you both get when he hugs you tightly around the waist in front of his car, kissing your forehead like he does to the other girls he gives rides to.

“Uhm... bye,” you say, not exactly knowing what to say to him in this instance.

“I’ll see you later, angel,” he says with a smirk and a wink, tapping you on the ass as a farewell. You feel so weird with this type of “affection”...

Jungkook smiles to himself as he watches you walk across the parking lot, wondering if you will keep your cardigan open the entire day. Even your little nerd friends needed to know that you were about to be his and his only.

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“No one’s looking, angel.”

You beg to differ with how much your skin is covered in goosebumps and how fast your heart is beating. It feels like someone is watching. Or maybe it’s you that is watching this scene unfold from an outside point of view and causing that feeling. Because looking around, the campus football field is not empty, and the stands you and Jungkook are sitting on are shadowed by passing clouds only a little. The football players practicing may not even know you and Jungkook are on the bleachers, but the area is so... open.

Jungkook tugs you closer to him and drops his hand on your bare leg. You’re wearing a skirt today. “Angel... Just give them to me...” he coerces, lips attaching to the weak spot on the side of your neck, caressing too high up your thighs.

You don’t know why, but you end up stammering an “O-Okay...” with no hesitation. Jungkook is convincing and makes you feel so secure and safe along with it.

Glancing down at the field again to make sure you both are not being watched, you bite your lip as you bring your hands under your skirt, pinching the band at your waist. You quickly lift your lower half off of the bleachers, sliding your lacy underwear down your brown legs and over your platforms, handing them off to Jungkook with a blazing face.

“I was about to call you a good girl until I saw your panties,” he explains, literally holding them up to the sun and inspecting them. “Why are you wearing lace? And a thong—?”

“J-Jungkook—!” you quickly grab his hand so that he can hide them away, but he’s laughing like it’s hilarious. You feel a little humiliated.

“My angel wants to look sexy and not show me,” he states with a fake frown, and you can finally breathe when you see him tuck the skimpy material into his pants pocket. “Bad girl... I should buy you cute underwear, too, then, hm?” He suggests, pulling you into his lap and caressing you to calm you down when he sees how embarrassed you clearly are. “Since you seem to like it...”

“I-I guess...” you mumble shyly, eyes staring down at the field of football players running back and forth, too timid to look back at the man holding you.

“You’ll send me pictures?” He questions, hands going to squeeze along your chest, and you use all your strength to hold back the urge to arch your body and grind against his lap.

His question is intimate. You might send him some... though you’re still new to... all of this. You’ve seen each other naked, but Jungkook is the one who’s always sending scandalous pictures or videos, especially when you’re in a class or in the middle of the night. You’ve only sent him a boob picture that didn’t really show much, but Jungkook still has it as his phone screensaver. You guess you could get more open with him, seeing as you’re a bit more comfortable now than you were when you sent that first “nude”.

“M-Maybe,” you answer, and Jungkook hums. Your response may mean yes or no in definition, but for Jungkook, yes is written all over it. Once he’s proposed an idea, you won’t get it out of your naive head anytime soon because you know that’s what he wants. He really has you wrapped around his finger, but never will he think for a second that you don’t have him wrapped around yours as well.

Jungkook smirks to himself when you send him nudes later that night, the confidence emitting from them in how you pose and expose your body letting him know that he’s getting there.

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“You’re not paying attention to me...”

“I-I told you I had to finish some work when you asked to come over,” you mumble, your face still glued to your textbook while Jungkook groans and plops down on your bed. He brought you Korean barbecue food and snacks to eat with you, but you’re too busy worrying about college work.

“But, angel,” he whines. He actually can’t believe he is begging for your attention. Usually it was the other way around with girls he messed with before, but engaging with you was different, kind of challenging, new, and fun. He doesn’t see himself leaving you anytime soon, and it honestly makes him feel weird. “Is the textbook more important than me?”

“Well, are you about to take this quiz for me and pass it with a hundred?” You question, flicking his nose when he literally bites your book like a puppy and tries to pull it away from you.

He groans again, giving up, lying his head on your thighs and shaking his headful of fluffy hair. “No...”

“Okay, then...” you cutely giggle. “I’m almost done, and the quiz shouldn’t take long.”

“Good, because my angel needs to eat,” he casually responds, reaching for your television remote and flicking through the channels. You find yourself smiling at how much he seems to care for you. You’re still so shy and anxious around him, but he has his ways of making you comfortable, even if it is out of your comfort zone. You like him. A lot.

You finish up your work and pass the homework quiz with flying colors, Jungkook hopping up and getting the takeout from your makeshift dresser once he sees you toss your textbook and computer on the floor. You laugh at how quickly he has everything splayed out, handing you chopsticks—which he taught you how to use—but ends up feeding you from his own chopsticks, because he’s trying to get you to taste everything.

“Good?”

“Mhm,” you nod with a mouthful of Bulgogi. He cheeses.

After eating a late dinner, Jungkook decides that he wants to spend the night. While he goes to get an overnight bag from his place, you shower and do your night routine to get ready to relax in bed. He returns in a t-shirt and sweats, sliding into bed next to you and lying his head on your chest. He’s like a big man child with how he holds onto you with his face in your breasts, but you just run your fingers through his hair while you both watch late night sitcoms. You wonder if he has cute sleepovers like these with other girls...

Once it hits 1 in the morning, Jungkook is barely sleepy. You playing in his hair has given him a hard on that he didn’t even think he could get this way. You affect him too much.

Moaning, Jungkook slowly lifts his head up to say “You’re makin me hard, angel...” in a raspy voice. You push his fluffy hair out of his face so that you can analyze how worked up he looks with that lazy yet sinful gaze of his. Your legs press together at this news, and you tongue the inside of your cheek, a habit you picked up from him.

“I-I’m sorry?” You respond in a confused tone. You like that you can make him aroused easily, but is that a bad thing?

Jungkook’s grip around your torso loosens as he sits up over your frame, the TV light casting his shadow over your face. “Why are you apologizing, angel?”

“I... don’t know,” you answer, your hand boldly falling from his hair to his broad shoulders, tentatively running down the taut muscles of his pecs and abs over his tee. You bite your lip at how quickly your mind short circuits at the feel of his body. Would he give it to you again if you asked?

Jungkook just hums and bends down. Not only do you feel his lips on your chest, but you can feel how hard he is sitting against your inner thigh. A moan of his name slips from your mouth when you clench his shirt for dear life, taking it upon yourself to grind down on him.

“Extra horny tonight, hm?” He concludes, hands rubbing down your sides while he trails those kisses up your collarbone. You’re excited for what he might have for you next. And it looks like you didn’t have to try to ask with the “Gonna put my tongue all in you, angel...” he tells you.

You whimper at his promise, already practically feeling his tongue gliding in and out of your entrance just at the thought of it. You feel so wicked for wanting it as much as he gives. Jungkook kisses you with a laugh at how fast you’re trying to hump his erection through his sweatpants, flicking his tongue into your mouth to give you a preview.

“You get needier every time I do it,” he sits up with that signature smirk you can spot even with the shadows on his face. You feel filthy yet so loved under his stare.

Pushing the blankets away, he gets up on his knees to have access to your form lying down below him. Lifting your tank top over your stomach, he grabs for your tiny gray shorts that you were already seeping through. No wonder. You’re not wearing any underwear.

“You plotting on me?” He playfully asks, and you turn your head in embarrassment, because, yes, you’d went commando with thoughts of this happening. It was no point in ruining a pair of underwear when you know he eats you out damn near every day... Jungkook feels a little pleased over this, for he does the same to you: plot. You’re learning.

“M-Maybe,” you bite your lip, and Jungkook just smirks again, yanking you towards him and pushing your legs open so that he can have room. You gasp, hand going to hold his muscular arm to steady yourself, but he’s getting on his stomach and kissing down your thighs too quickly for you to catch a breath. Your fingers return right back to his hair as he glides his perfect tongue through your wet folds. Your friends don’t and will never understand why you continue to talk to him.

He moans along with you at the taste of your juices, how fast he has your legs quivering next to his head, and how much he enjoys getting you off like this. You’ve visibly gotten more confident in these encounters, and his hips can’t help but to hump against the sheets with how you’re really fucking yourself against his mouth, not holding back, letting yourself go and showing him how good it is. He goes to just give you what you really want, his tongue in your cunt, but you’re pushing him off and trying to get away. He stops.

“What is it?” He questions, panting as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, giving you leverage to leave his grip if you want to. He did not really expect the offer that comes next.

“C-Can I s-suck you off?”

You’re as soft and shy as Jungkook imagined you to be with your mouth wrapped around his leaking head, your body between his legs clad in just your pretty skin. He doesn’t care that you’re not able to take him all in your mouth yet. He doesn’t care that you’re struggling since it’s your first time. The fact that you’re allowing him to show you how to do it and trying to please him so much is about to make him bust quickly.

“Ah~” he huskily moans as he stares down at you from his position on the pillows. His hand is gently caressing the back of your neck, urging you to keep your mouth where he wants it without tugging on your bonnet. “You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you, angel? You’ll let me fill your mouth?”

He might be pushing you too far ahead, but you nod with a moan at his suggestion. He cums at your consent, sticking his fingers in your mouth for you to suck on after you swallow his nut. There’s some tears running down your cheeks, too, from when you tried to push yourself to take him in too deep, to which he kisses the drops away as he places you up on the pillows he was laying in. He can’t even hide his own eagerness with how much he’s biting your legs and rubbing down them. He wants to finish eating you out like he intended to.

Your body can’t take the skilled licks and sucks he dooms onto you as per usual. You don’t even think you know the man between your legs when he stares back up at you with those daring, seductive eyes that make their appearance. He’s merciless with you trying to push his head away, grabbing both of your wrists in one hand and pinning one of your legs down to the bed with the other to leave you spread open for him so that you can’t run. His strength and unforgiving tongue fucking in and out of your entrance has you cumming all over his face. You’re embarrassed and almost disgusted with how much you let yourself loose in front of him this time, but he finds it so hot, licking up your climax with his tongue and finishing you out.

You feel... dirty. Until Jungkook leans over you to kiss you, praising your performance, still cooing at you as if you’re his innocent little angel.

He likes you this way, you notice.

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“W-Why this position?” You ask shyly, hands shaking over his chest. You’re positioned on top for the first time, and you feel everything but confident. He can see so much of you like this. It’s embarrassing for you, because you doubt you look desirable from his point of view.

“I want to see like this...” Jungkook tells you as he rubs his hands up your body, squeezing your chest and licking his lips. “Let you take control for a bit.”

He needs to stop looking at you like that, like he can’t turn away for even a second in the presence of your naked body. It’s making you more anxious.

“J-Jungkook...” you start to shy away from this one, but he just holds you tighter, encouraging your confidence.

“Please,” the man lying underneath you begs, softly caressing you. “I just wanna see how pretty you look for me. You’re so sexy.”

Your ego is inflating with his words and how his eyes are not looking anywhere but at your nudeness. He called you... sexy? You don’t think you’re anywhere near that term, however, Jungkook’s evident admiration in you makes you feel like it.

“H-How do I...?” You begin, glancing down at how you’re positioned over his bare hips and wondering how this is even going to work.

“You move your hips back and forth or up and down,” he directions. “Or whatever feels good to you, okay?”

You nod as he tilts you a bit forward with his left hand on your waist while he uses his right hand to reach down and grab his erection. “Will... you feel good, too?”

“Yeah,” he answers, his eyes meeting back up with yours. “It’s like how I make you feel good, except you’re on top.” At the press of his tip at your entrance, you tense in anticipation, but the push doesn’t come. “You put it in...” Oh. You guess you are actually doing all the work since you’re on top.

Jungkook doesn’t really plan to lie here and watch you on top of him the whole time. He just wants to see you fuck yourself up on his dick first.

Reaching back with an uncertain hand, you grab Jungkook’s shaft from him. Realizing that he isn’t going to move, you decide to push your body back. The gasp that escapes you when you feel the head squeeze between your folds is shaky but in want of more. Jungkook’s own groan has you trying to take all of him in to impress him, but this angle and your determination is making it harder and slightly more painful.

“Angel,” he scolds you with a grip on your hip. “Slow.” He helps to leisurely guide you all the way down on him so that he can carefully spread you without too much pain. The fact that you’re already greedy lets Jungkook know that your shy and quiet character is not going to last long.

“Fuck,” Jungkook spits out when he’s completely in. He’s doomed himself by coercing you into this position. He might not last long either.

“F-Fuck,” you curse back, and the man beneath you can’t even comprehend that you actually just cussed, because you dig your nails into his chest and lift your body forward. The slide feels so good like this. With another move of your hips, you feel him deeper than before, and a loud moan escapes you this time.

Jungkook can see the sweat forming on your face and skin already, your body tensing beneath the hold he has on your chest. “You like that, hm?” You’re already shallowly moving yourself back and forth on his cock, your eyes dazed. He wants you fucked stupid.

“Y-Yeah...” You stammer, trying to keep your focus on pleasing the dick in you instead of responding. You turn your head to avoid Jungkook’s stimulating eyes, but he reaches up to get you to look back down at him with a nudge of his fingers.

He has to keep his own stutter at bay with how good you’re going on him. “Look at me while you make me feel good, angel...” he moans.

“Hmph,” you huff, and all you receive is a harsh slap on the ass. Jungkook had forgotten what came with your type of confidence: the attitude you get when you know you have leverage over him. The ass slap did nothing but make you moan even more and push you to grind harder than before. He feels so good inside you, while you feel so good wrapped around him like this. “Hah— J-Jungkook~”

“Yeah?” Jungkook answers your call for him though you can’t really answer back, whatever you were going to say taking the form of babbling. With how you’re rocking against him with your ass in his palms, mouth falling open and hips moving quickly, he knows you can’t think straight. He can’t think straight himself, his inner thought spilling from his mouth in a groan. “Dick got you dumb, angel?”

You can’t answer to that either, too caught up in fucking yourself on him. Jungkook bites his lip when he sees you lean up off of him with your hands and move them backwards to plant them on his muscular thighs. Your body is more presented to him, and he has a clearer view of your pussy bouncing up and down his cock. Your whimpers and desperate moans fill Jungkook’s ears as you tighten your hold on his legs and throw your head back. He tries to keep his eyes on you as best he can through his hazy vision, but he knows for sure that you’re creaming his shit, it’s dripping all over him. Fuck... You’re his. Forever.

“Jungk-kook, Jungkook~” you repeat his name like a mantra, body stuttering, hands shaking. Jungkook’s moans are as loud as yours, and he’s not even thrusting back. He can’t think about pleasuring you when you’re doing it yourself. He’s obsessed with how you look right now, almost delirious, so fucked out. He’s gonna need this position more often.

You cum immediately, and Jungkook has to pull out because he doesn’t trust himself to stay in your tightness and work you through your climax without nutting himself. You’re not even done being out of character when you catch his dick with your cunt, letting his shaft slide up and down between your swollen folds. You look so sexy with that spark in your eye and with those whimpers when Jungkook cums between your soft lips, all over your pussy. The person he can turn you into has him wishing he’d went for your type earlier.

Jungkook catches your downfall before you wallow in it. He can already see your mind beginning to gear back up minutes later, your insecurities on the tip of his tongue. “You did so good, angel,” he praises breathlessly, sitting up and pulling you both hip to hip so that he can wrap his arms around you and kiss over your skin.

“I did?” You bring your lips to his, hands fitting into his hair.

“Mhm,” he slips his tongue out of your mouth. “You get all slutty on my dick, it’s cute. My little slut...” You squeak when he slaps your ass, kneading the flesh.

“Slut?” You inquire.

“My slut,” he corrects, and you grin because of his claim of ownership over you, not because you exactly understand the term.

After pulling you under his blankets with him, Jungkook is too giddy about tonight’s events. He thinks he’s done it, cracked your barrier. But he can’t help but think of how you’re fucking him up as much as he is you.

“I kinda wanna do that... thing again...” he whispers into your ear while you’re half asleep in his arms.

“What thing?”

“Make you my toaster strudel...” he subliminally answers, and it takes you a while to get the imagery. Jungkook smiles at how you get shy all over again. Despite slutting you out in sex, he doesn’t wish for your actual personality to go away. You’re too cute.

“M-Maybe again,” you respond.

There’s nothing else to say other than the fact that you indeed ended up looking like a toaster strudel the next morning.

Jungkook has a new screensaver.

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[madameaug]

SNOW IMPRINTS ✷

“I’m grown, I’m not dipping my dick in the snow to compare dick sizes.”

Synopsis: What was supposed to be a family reunion, ends in comparing dick sizes.

Genre: established relationship! married au!

Pairings: DILF!Jungkook x fem!reader

Warnings: Jungkook being whipped as fuck, Jungkook being a girl dad! (Cute.) a lot of cussing, mentions of sex, mentions of consumption of alcohol, found family.. Jungkook is just such a cutesy dramatic baby!

a/n: hai… I disappeared for a bit but happy new year!! I read “unravel me” and it inspired me to write this super short blurb so enjoy Jungkook being a golden retriever husband. (Ignore all mistakes, wrote this while high) 🤍 Word count: 1.4k

“I’m literally the biggest DILF,” your husband starts again. Jungkook points to himself while Iseul giggles in his arms.

“If you don’t shut the fuc—“ Yoongi irks.

“No cussing!” You and all the wives jump in. A heavy sigh leaves your mouth because this is like the hundredth time you have told all the boys not to cuss when the kids are around. Not since what happened when you decided to babysit Ye joon.

“Jeon, get your ass in here!” You shout from the kitchen, hoping your husband can hear you from upstairs. You stare at the empty cookie jar you had refilled yesterday, and there was only one reason why they were gone.

“What, baby?! What’s wrong?” Jungkook runs down the stairs with Iseul in one hand and Ye joon in the other. The two babies laugh at the bouncing. “Did you eat all the cookies!?” You glare at Jungkook, your hands on your hips as your husband looks everywhere but your eyes.

“Actually… Taehyung stole some when he left Ye joon.” He explains as if that would change anything. Knowing Jungkook for ten years, you know damn well Taehyung maybe took three cookies and the other fifty Jungkook ate them.

“No more cookies.” You announce with a shrug not wasting any time and move closer to your daughter who’s in your husband's arms, who stands there with mouth agape.

“No mowe cookies dada!” Iseul giggles as she makes grabby hands for you to pick her up, wiggling out of Jungkook's arms as you grab her.

“Now what do you mean no more cookies?” Jungkook switches Ye joon to his other arm, mouth hanging open dramatically. “There were like three packs in there, and you ate them in a few hours, so no more cookies.” You dance around the kitchen with Iseul in your arms, her chubby arms wrap around your neck as she laughs non-stop. Contrast from Jungkook on the other side of the white counter.

“What the fuck, baby?” Jungkook literally whines as Ye joon giggles, his little hands in his mouth, drool dripping down his chubby cheeks. “Come here, baby, come with your aunt.” You make your way to Ye joon only to stop in your tracks.

“Fuck!” Ye joon beams, clapping his hands, smiling up at you with all his baby teeth showing, as you stare at him dumbfounded.

“No, no, no, don’t say that.” You quickly interfere as Jungkook is staring at you with wide eyes. “Fuck! Fuck!” Ye joon laughs as Iseul joins in.

“Fuck!” Another giggle.

“This is so your fault!” You point to your husband who is trying so hard not to laugh. “Don’t laugh!” You put a hand over your mouth, trying to hide your amusement.

“I’m not— fuck!” Jungkook slaps a hand over his mouth.

“How the fuck are we going to explain this to Taehyung and Ari?” you sigh with a slight laughter in your tone.

“Fuck!”

“We couldn’t get Ye joon to stop saying the f word for like two weeks straight; daycare was seriously about to kick him out,” Taehyung sighs dramatically as Yoongi stares at Eunbi, his wife who stares down at her tiny belly. Wondering if that’s going to be his case in the future.

“Let’s pray for the new baby to not come out like this little beast,” Jimin squeezes Ye joon’s cheeks, making him squirm in Taehyung’s arms.

Ye joon, three years old, Taehyung and Ari’s child, the second-born from the group and the most mischievous, he really doesn’t listen to anyone but his parents, besides Jungkook and you. His godparents. Jiho, first-born, Seokjin’s and Lora’s child. He’s about to turn ten in January. Iseul, third-born, Jungkook's and your child, two years old and the only girl at the moment.

Besides Eunbi, who’s three months pregnant, no one else is going to have kids anytime soon, well, that’s what they say.

“It’s cold; let's go inside, girls.” You suggest as you pick up Iseul from her dad's arms, as the girls stand up following your movements inside the house through the glass door.

“Give Ye joon to Ari!” Hoseok hushes as he swats Taehyung on the shoulder. “Babe! Take Ye joon!” Taehyung shouts. Ari laughs at how her husband has Ye joon up in the air like the Lion King waiting to be taken.

“Come with mama.” Ari picks up the boy in a puffer jacket, making him look like a big marshmallow before skipping inside, joining all the girls inside.

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“So sad Seokjin and Namjoon couldn’t come... they really decided on that cabin instead of us, crazy.” Jimin whines as he takes a sip of his beer before placing it in the hole he made in the snow before snuggling into his sweater.

“Honestly, I would take being in a cabin with my wife a hundred times more than being here,” Jungkook playfully jokes, “imagine the bomb-ass sex in the woods,” He smirks with the rim of his bottle on his lips, making the rest of the boys roll their eyes.

“Crazy how y/n has you wrapped around her finger,” Yoongi chimes in, blowing into his hands as if it would make them non-cold.

“Not even.” Jungkook playfully rolls his eyes.

“Dude, you’re so whipped, like it’s so fucking crazy,” Taehyung joins in, as he laughs when the boys hum in agreement.

“Dude, you tried to wrap her in bubble wrap when she was pregnant because you swore she would fall and hurt herself,” Hoseok recalls two years ago. “She could’ve fallen down the stairs; I needed to take precautions,” Jungkook tries to defend himself but fails miserably.

“What the fuck is that for?” You question your husband who enters the main door with a giant bubble wrap roll.

“This is for your safety, baby, can’t have you falling and hurting yourself, so I’m wrapping the whole house like it’s a Christmas present.”

You stare at your husband who is speaking literally, “Jeon, you are not wrapping anything,” you warn him.

“It’s either wrapping this house up or I’m wrapping you in bubble wrap for nine months... your choice baby,” Jungkook shrugs, looking down at your laying body on the couch, hands rubbing down your two-month pregnant belly.

“Be extremely for real.” Your mouth drops open dramatically.

“Even Iseul in her two years of life has you pining after her; imagine when she gets a boyfriend.” Jimin brings up, almost sending Jungkook into a cardiac attack right there and there.

“Fuck no! No boys till she’s forty!” Jungkook points his finger to Jimin. “Or girls either!” He finishes with a pout, making the boys howl in laughter.

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“Excuse the fuck outta me!” Jungkook shoots up from his chair.

Somehow the conversation steered with a lighthearted joke about who was the biggest, and suddenly everyone ganged up on Jungkook, talking about he had the smallest dick of all of them.

“We all know that Taehyung has the biggest dick here, let's be honest,” Jimin shrugs, which only makes Jungkook's jaw drop lower.

“Say less, only one way to find out.” Jungkook reaches for his zipper.

“Ayo, what the fuck! There are children here,” Hoseok rushes out, “we are not about to whip our dicks out to compare sizes,” he finishes.

“Of course not.” Jungkook makes his way to the snow, his back facing the boys as his zipper gets pulled down, and before everyone knows it, he spreads his arms wide, face planting in the white snow.

“Shit, fuck, cold!” He scrambles to his feet, tucking himself in as he shivers from the cold. Then, he chuckles with a grin plastered on his face as he points to the snow angel on the snow… and a perfectly shaped imprint of his cock.

“So who’s next?” Jungkook asks.

“I’m grown, I’m not dipping my dick in the snow to compare dick sizes.” Yoongi shakes his head, crossing his arms.

They all dipped their dicks in the snow to compare dick sizes.

“What the fuck! I swear it shrunk cause it’s cold, I swear,” Taehyung begs to the boys who stare at all the lined imprints.

“Motherfuckers, I told y'all I was the biggest,” Jungkook smiles proudly as he sees he is the biggest out of all of them.

“I can’t believe this, we just boosted his ego more,” Jimin sighs as he stares at his own imprint and then to Jungkook's.

The glass door slides open, making the five men abruptly turn around. Five women come marching towards them, “what are you guys doing?” Ari asks, with a big smile on her face.

“Nothing,” Taehyung answers a little too fast.

You stare at your husband, raising your eyebrow at him, and that makes him fold like a lawn chair. “We were comparing dick sizes in the snow,” Jungkook blurts out, “I won though!” He cheers, pointing to his snow angel happily.

“Fucking shit, y/n how are you upright?” Eunbi gasps as she stares at Jungkook's imprint. “Now we know why you are always so damn happy,” Yoongi chimes in with a grin.

[madameaug]

TEASER!!

No One Likes Being Played ...

The family of three wrapped up their outing by returning home. Peanut rested her head on her mother's shoulders. She was tired, and running around the trampoline park was much more fun than anticipated. Her appa showed her how to do flips and all types of tricks. Then, after bouncing around for sixty minutes, she filled her belly with beef and rice noodles.

"Peanut you have a good day?" Jennette asked, walking into their house. Turning on the low lit lights, as not to fully wake up the drowsy toddler. It was thirty minutes out from Peanut's scheduled bedtime. It was enough time for Peanut to get her second bath of the day and read a short story.

Peanut didn't verbally respond to her mother but she moved her cheeks up and down her mother's shoulders. Jungkook went into the bathroom, running the warm water. Jennette undressed Peanut, placing the worn clothes in a hamper. Still clutching onto her mother's shoulders, Peanut didn't move much.

"Go decompress baby. I'll do the nighttime routine." Jungkook received the naked toddler in his arms. He made silly noises as he gently placed her in the tub. Peanut slapped her palms against the water. Drops of water collected around her face.

Jungkook squished the rubber duck, eliciting a sound that Peanut found hilarious. She laughed, showing her small teeth. Jennette closed the bathroom door, going into her bedroom. She threw herself backward on the bed. Eyes closing and reopening slowly. Her busy day catching up to her. She had do some shopping for Asia's upcoming birthday. So she went to the strip mall and looked around for an hour. She got her hair done, sitting in the salon chair for six hours getting her waist-length box braids. It was the summer and was time for her favorite summer style. Giving her natural hair a much-needed break.

Then of course she met up with Jungkook and Peanut for the family activity, which happened to be going to a trampoline park. It was a lot.

But it was fun.

She loved looking at her chunky baby's smile. Bouncing repeatedly, trying to keep up with her overgrown kid-like father. When looking at the two, it is obvious that Jungkook is Peanut's father. Her eyes were a direct copy of Jungkook's. She expressed her emotions with her eyes. They were the size of saucers when she was excited. They were almonds when she was being shy or bashful. And when she was having an attitude, she was notorious for cutting her eyes at someone.

She scrolled through her photo gallery. Liking pictures that she liked, to see, which she would send to Jungkook's parents. Since they were living in Busan, Jennette made a conscious effort to send pictures or videos of Peanut. It was almost an everyday occurrence. Just so that they could still be in their granddaughter's life.

Jungkook entered the bedroom. He had a similar look of tiredness but with a lighter tone. The front of his shirt was slightly damp, probably as an aftermath of bathtime with Peanut.

"Today was a good day."

"Yes it was."

"Peanut didn't even make it past the fifth page. Kiddo was tired." Jungkook laid beside Jennette. He loved days like this spending time with his family. The two most influential women in his life. He wished all his days could be like today. Spending the morning with Peanut, watching her play with her Barbie dolls. Her sassily tells Jungkook what she wants to wear for the day. To spend the evening with his lover. Taking cringy selfies together at the dinner table. To just lay in each other's presence. If he was lucky he could finish the night with some extra loving that only Jennette could give him.

Jennette's mind was furthest away from anything romantic. She pushed thoughts to the back of her mind, making their way to the forefront. The topic of marriage. The idea of moving forward, becoming something more.

It's been dancing through her mind for a while. She initially thought that it would have occurred by now. Back when she was still in her twenties, and definitely before Peanut arrived. She didn't necessarily have a timeline for her relationship with Jungkook.

But she didn't think it would take so long.

Six years passed, and she was still just Jungkook's girlfriend. Well technically, his baby momma. A technicality that she didn't like. Her relationship with Jungkook wasn't just some one-night hookup that resulted in a pregnancy. There was no lingering tension between parties, just two adults raising a child together. So many like Jennette opened their hearts and their bodies to men that they loved. Carrying and pushing out a child or two symbolizes that love. At any moment, they can be dropped.

She didn't believe it took six years to know if you wanted to marry someone. The old her would have cut her losses and moved on, but Jungkook was different. He wormed his way into her heart. His heart was genuine. He wasn't thinking with his dick. Letting lust or physical attraction lead his actions. It was obvious that he led with his heart. Jennette loved him. Her family loved him, her friends loved him. Yet it seemed that wasn't enough. Six years in with no sight of marriage.

The past year or so had been calm. Jungkook's boxing schedule had calmed since he officially moved into the professional league. His fights were more sparse, but the payout was double what he got at the old gym. He was able to spend more time at home with his family. Now would be the perfect time to propose and continue on with the next step.

"Jungkook," Jennette started, nerves slowly getting the best of her. She was putting herself in a vulnerable position. "Do you ever think about our future?"

"Yes, always." He gently rubbed her hip. "I love our life together. I don't want it any other way. Why?"

"We've had six beautiful years together. We were friends, became lovers, and birthed a beautiful baby girl. Not to sound ungrateful or anything. I just can't help but wonder..."

"About?"

"Getting married. Making our family official." Jungkook took Jennette's hand in his. Pressing a sweet kiss to her knuckles. His eyes never left hers.

"I love you, Jeanie. I love you and Peanut with my whole being. This family is official. It was official when Peanut was born."

Jennette was disappointed. She sighed harder than she wanted to.

"It is, but don't you think we're ready for the 'next'?"

"We are. I just want to make sure that everything is right. I don't want to rush."

"How long have you been thinking about this?" Jennette released another sigh.

"About four years ago."

"Four years ago!?" Jungkook was gobsmacked. "Baby! Why'd you wait so long to tell me."

"Ironically for a similar reason you just said. It just didn't seem like the right time. You were under so much pressure from boxing. I didn't want to add onto it. And then, we found out about Peanut."

"Jeanie, I wish you told me sooner."

Jennette continued to explain, finding it difficult to keep eye contact with Jungkook. She rested her eyes upon a family picture on her side of the bed.

"I just don't want to be just a 'baby momma'. All of the women in my family were married, THEN they had kids. I can't help but feel as if I did my life backward."

Jungkook furrowed his brows, sensing the weight of her words.

"You aren't just a baby momma to me, though. You are my lover. I love you. I know I haven't proposed, but it's not because I don't see you as wife material. Quite the opposite."

Jungkook reassured Jennette. She gave a slight smile. Jungkook was always good at comforting. He always knew just what to say. It was one of the many things she loved about him.

Interjecting in the moment, she heard her mother's voice. A conversation that took place shortly after to told her parents about her pregnancy.

Love is one thing, but securing a life together is another. Don't get stuck and settle for something less."

She didn't want to admit that her mother's words might be coming true. Had she been settling? Had she been content with her status of 'girlfriend'.

Was she stuck?

"You know I don't just want this for me. Well, at least not anymore. I want Peanut to have a family that's officially hers. I want our relationship to bring security in her life."

Jungkook pulled Jennette closer to his body. Her face was now a mere inches away from hers. His hand draped across her hips. She placed a kiss on her forehead.

"When the time is right."

The sentence shouldn't have triggered her as it did, but she couldn't help it. What was he running away from? She removed herself from Jungkook's arms. A knot formed at the bottom of Jungkook's stomach. He felt as if he had just chosen the incorrect dialogue option.

"I've been patient for six years. Six amazing years. Six long years. 'When the time is right', I don't know if I can wait that long. Giving myself hope for something that may never happen."

Jungkook sat up on his elbow. That romantic conclusion he was hoping for long gone. Jennette stood up in front of the foot of the bed. Frustration laced her tone. But she internally chanted a mantra to calm herself down.

"What are you saying?"

"I can't, wait possibly another six years for you to gather the courage to take the next step with me. I can't."

"I'm not asking you to do that Jeanie. And one day I will marry you. I swear on my life that I will. I just want it to be perfect for you and Peanut. I don't want us to rush into things and later come to find out that you regret it. It'll crush me."

"But I'm okay with imperfections. I want decisiveness. I want you to claim me. I want you to claim me to the world. I want to be your wife, for you to be my husband."

Jungkook didn't respond.

"I need to know that these six years will lead to somewhere. That we aren't letting feelings and comfort keep us coasting through life."

The knot of anxiety was transforming into a boulder. Flaring in the pit of his stomach. The fear of losing his family becoming more and more real. It was taking him to a place he didn't want to remember. His childhood. Feeling powerless and out of control. Like he was forced to watch this nightmare just unfold. He needed to remember those breathing techqniues that his mother taught him.

"It will. I promise. I'll make it right, I just need more time."

Jennette shook her head 'no'. Her lips pressed against each other.

"We can't get time back. I need to know if you will take this step with me." She was more forceful with her response. Her heart and her mind pulled in opposite directions.

Her brain knew that she was long overdue for a proposal. The longer she stayed, the harder it would be to leave. No matter how she looked at it, six years was too long.

Her heart, wanted to nuzzle in bed with Jungkook. Telling him that she loved him, and that she would always love him.

"I think we should spend some time apart." She didn't want to make a rash decision in the heat of the moment. Maybe a break was what they both needed. Perhaps this was what their relationship needed. A pause. A moment to reflect.

"Jeanie- no."

"I don't want to give you an ultimatum, Jungkook. That's not fair. But in the same breath it's not fair for me to keep spinning in circles. A break could give us time to figure this out."

Reality was sinking in. Time was moving in slow motion. He could hear every heartbeat thump in his head. Like his heart was hitting his ribcage and cranium at the same time. His salvia was thicker. Throat dry. Fingertips tingly.

"We can work through this. I don't want a break. I- I can't lose you."

"I just need clarity."

With that Jennette turned away from Jungkook. She pulled out a large duffle bag. Taking clothes for herself and for Peanut. Jungkook watched Jennette packing in horror. Disbelief takes over his body. He simply couldn't comprehend what had happened.

A break? She wants a break. Those words struck fear into his heart. Him and Jennette would never be over. He wouldn't allow it. He'd swallow glass before choosing to break up.

"I don't want you to leave." His voice was strained.

Jennette momentarily paused. But she remained firm in her position. This break was to benefit both of them.

"Don't we both deserve to be sure about our future?"

The question lingered in the air. Jungkook watched helplessly as the woman he loved packed to get away from him. Even for just a limited time, the hurt was settling in his chest. For the first time in forever, he wasn't sure what the future held. It wasn't a guarantee that Jennette would come back to him.

At the end of this break, she could decide to leave his ass in the dust. Taking Peanut with her. He hated how negative his thoughts were becoming. He needed positivity and reassurance.

His anxiety was surging, an unbelievable level of panic gripped his heart. He was struggling to find the words. Like he was being submerged underwater. No oxygen. No Jennette. There was a storm brewing in his chest.

His breathing was erratic. He clutched his chest, noting that each breath was becoming shallower. Jennette moved throughout the room, getting plenty of necessary items. Packing extra, as she was unsure how long this break was going to be.

He wanted to alert Jenentte about the impending anxiety attack he was getting ready to have. Yet he was mute. Nothing was coming out, even though he wanted to, like his throat was constricting. He was suffocating in silence. He needed to get a grip.

Barely able to get out of bed, Jungkook's legs lost energy. He sank quietly onto the ground. He was paralyzed by the panic. His hands reached out to Jennette, but her back was to him. His mind provided him vivid imagery of a life without Jennette. His thoughts were torturing him.

If this temporary separation has him acting like this, then surely a permanent separation would end him. It wouldn't be able to survive something like that. In a desperate gasp, Jungkook heaved. The sound catching Jennette's attention.

His unusual silence struck Jennette as odd. She looked over her shoulder to find Jungkook on the ground. A panic of her own encompassed her as she rushed to his side.

"Wha- What's happening?" She kneeled beside him.

He couldn't speak full sentences. Only getting out a singular phrase. "Don't go." He repeated it. Jennette rubbed his jaw. She could feel how tense he was. A wave of guilt rushed over her.

"I'm sorry bug."

She was the one setting them along this path. The one with uncertainty. She was tearing apart her happiness. Hoping that, in the end their mutual love for each other would bring them together.

{ Not an attack on single parents or couples with children who are unmarried. But I think we can all agree six years is LONGGGGG}

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Jungkook x Jennette Oneshot Requests

OPEN 🔓

if you have any ideas you want to see the family go through feel free to share. I’m working on a long piece and I have no clue when it’ll be done. But i don’t want to desert them yk. :)

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[madameaug]

Get to know yourself 🩰

the key to confidence is knowing yourself and what you want. so here are some tips for you to start embracing and knowing yourself ♡

find your "aesthetics" or start presenting yourself the way you would like to.

there are a lot of styles you could get inspo from, and feel the best in. I want you to not put yourself in one box of an aesthetic like "I like coquette, so I will forever wear things like it". sure! you can do it if you feel like this is the style that suits you most, but if you feel like expressing yourself more than in one go for it! there is no way you have to pressure yourself to fit in one category just because people or you won’t be "confused". you are you by wearing pink dolly dresses with grey hoodies and cargo pants.

find hobbies and stand strong by them

try many different things which you will enjoy. books, movies, knitting, writing, journaling, self care and the list goes on. do not listen to anyone saying that it’s "weird" or "doesn’t suit you". this is what will make you , you! never let go of beautiful things that make you happy. even if you like collecting dolls at the age of 16 (like me) and society tells you it’s child’s hobby, so be it. hobbies do not have an age range bc with the same logic they could say "knitting if for grandmas".

journal

find some promts on pinterest and write , write , write

start being comfortable with yourself or when you’re alone

realize that you are that person who’s funny , charming, smart, INTERESTING. a lot of us are uncomfortable with being alone and have the need to always meet someone. now don’t get me wrong, you have to meet people! do not by any means isolate yourself but forcing yourself to meet just because you don’t like being all alone is wrong. Imagine going on dates where you go to YOUR favorite restaurant, order YOUR favorite food, buy YOURSELF the prettiest flowers. why don’t you like being with yourself if you and your body knows all your favorite things , and offer a lot than anybody could ? my advice for you to is go out on single dates , sit in your home and read a book, or even in silence just with yourself. and you will realize a lot more about yourself. trust me you’re going to love it <3

set goals and make promises to yourself , work on them

these are essential things that will help you trust yourself more. I want you to remember that everything in your life is success. even if it’s not "perfect" it’s yours! and that’s what should matter the most. keep growing and teaching yourself.

- ♡

[madameaug]

ONE SHOT : YOU ARE MY NEW DREAM

PAIRING : Lewis Hamilton x Black reader

SUMMARY : Reader and Lewis formed the perfect family with their daughter Luna. However, Lewis' old demons might destabilise the little family. Will they be able to overcome it?

WARNINGS (+18) : Angst, heartbreak, mention of divorce, Mild smut, pregnancy and dad Lewis! - A LOT OF WORDS : 17k

(English is not my first language so feel free me to correct me so I can improve it next time).

I wanted to write something different so let me know what you think about it. I would love to have your opinions and thoughts on this one. Remember writing takes a lot of time, if you enjoyed, please reblog, comment and interact.

Tiredness and frustration slowly increased as you looked at your four-year-old daughter, Luna, crying in the middle of the night while she should have been asleep. At midnight, the little girl decided that she had enough of staying here and wanted to see her father, probably the person she loved the most on earth. 

Luna crossed her arms as she leaned against the wall. At first, she was simply angry, but sadness slowly grew in her. "I miss daddy."

"I know, babygirl, but we've already talked about this. You can't be with him all the time. He's a very busy man."

"I want Daddy." She repeated in the same sad whisper, you heard plenty of time. The same one that often broke your heart. Sometimes you were mad at yourself for ruining her balance, but choices needed to be made. You could not stay in a situation that impacted your mental health that heavily.

"Luna, listen, princess. How about we call him tomorrow? We can't call him now because he needs to sleep for tomorrow’s race." She looked down while moving her toes. By the way she was pinching her lips, you knew it was just a matter of time before she started crying. You let out a loud sigh while trying to keep your balance in the crouching position you were in.

As predicted, you heard sobs coming from your daughter. The crying sessions and the tantrums in the middle of the night became more frequent as time passed. Contrary to what you thought, the situation was getting worse each month. Luna missed her dad every single day. She would talk about him every day, call him every chance she got, or even draw and paint for him. Luna would do anything to see a smile on her dad's face or to get his attention. The bond and love they had for one another were unbreakable, and the distance couldn’t change anything.

You took her tiny hands before taking her chin and forcing her to look at you. "Luna, I know it's hard for you, but things have changed. You can't see dad like you used to."

"Why? Why has it changed?"

”Because, as you know, mom and dad are divorced. That’s why we don’t live together anymore."

The sobs intensified as she listened to you. "Why divorce? I want to be with daddy and you. Not only you." Hearing those words felt like a punch in the face. Of course, she would never be okay with the idea of living with you 90% of the time without seeing her dad. Due to Lewis tight schedule, Luna could rarely see him or spend time with him. Unless you sacrificed your job and weekends to attend half of the Grand Prix. If his schedule only relied on the Grand Prix, your life would have been easier. However, between Fashion Week, private events, ads, interviews, shooting, and Mission44, Lewis had little to no time. Therefore, every time Lewis had some free time, he would always prioritise Luna over any friend or family member. He always tried his best to see his daughter at least twice a month. 

"I want daddy back with us. It's not fair." She whispered while brushing off the curls on her forehead.

"I know, baby, I know." You murmured as you tightly hugged her, trying to give her all the love she needed. "It's hard for mommy too. She misses dad too." You explain while slowly carrying her back into her bedroom. 

Once she was in bed, she immediately grabbed the Mercedes plushy Lewis gifted her when she was two. Since that day, Lewis bear has been an official member of the Hamilton family. She could not sleep, eat, play, or go out without him. The plushy was her best partner, even more so after your divorce. One night, as you were about to check on her as you always do when she falls asleep, you heard murmurs. "Lewis bear, we need to pray really hard so dad can come back home. Mommy is mad at him, but if we pray hard enough, she will forgive him. I want daddy and mommy at home, just like my friends. I'm sad." Your heart shattered into pieces when you heard those words. One of your worst fears became true, and you blamed yourself for it. Your mother warned you about that decision, but the good, stubborn head you were didn't listen. "Think about Luna, she’s still four years old. A divorce can really mess her up." 

Luna held her bear tightly as she looked at the ceiling. You caressed her curly hair, which reminded you of Lewis' hair. She looked everything like him, except for the skin tone. Genetics did its magic, giving you a beautiful brown-skinned baby who looked like a girl's version of her dad. A little girl you could die for. "Mommy?"

"Yes, baby."

”Why do you not love daddy anymore?" Your eyes widened, you were surprised to see how smart and observant she was at her age. You took a deep breath before replying. 

"I love your dad. I always will. What is happening between dad and me has nothing to do with you. We love each other, but we can't live together anymore."

"Why? I want daddy to be with us."

"Hum. It's complicated, baby, okay?" She looked at the ceiling again, always rubbing her Lewis bear. "Can I have a little brother or sister?"

"Luna! Mommy is not with dad anymore."

"Yeah, but he can still give you the potion to have a baby." Interiorly, you wanted to burst out laughing, but you kept your composure. 

"You should sleep, baby. We will call daddy tomorrow, okay? Mommy loves you, never forget that." She nodded with the little smile you loved so much.

"Good night, mommy. Luh, you too." You kissed her cheek and forehead before disappearing into your own room. 

Since the divorce, you've lost count of the sad nights where you spent hours crying on your bed. Sometimes, you missed him to the point of wishing to get back with him, but most times, you hated him for putting you in that situation and for giving up on your marriage. You stared at a picture of the three of you in front of the Giza Pyramids in Egypt. It was probably one of the best vacations you had with your family. As you studied every detail of the pictures, memories flowed back into your mind.

*****

Before marrying Lewis, you knew how demanding his career could be. How many sacrifices, dedication, and time it required to be THE GOAT of the sport. However, something changed after that night in Abu Dhabi. The most competitive side of him took over, making him forget about his vows to you. Winning an eighth title quickly became his main and only concern. According to him, the rest was just a mere distraction. When the season 2022 started, your marriage slowly started to crumble. His eighth title ambition would have to wait because the car was underperforming. However, Lewis, being Lewis, decided that he would do everything in his power to help the team. Which meant collecting data, spending more time at the factory, and also spending more time in meetings to discuss the car. As a result, he had little time for his daughter and no room left for you or your marriage.

After waiting for him for three hours, you decided that it would be better to go to bed. Lewis promised to be home at 9:00 p.m. so he could spend some time with Luna before she went to bed at 9:30 p.m. The same text message you have been reading plenty of times per month appeared on your screen: "Hey sweetie, I won't be able to make it on time. Kiss Luna for me. 😘" Once again, he would not keep his promise. In that situation, you didn’t care about yourself anymore. What mattered the most was Luna. You already knew that your case was a lost cause.

After staring at your screen for five minutes, you decided not to reply. Not when you knew what would happen next. The little girl would cry in your arms and express how much she wanted her dad to be here. "I want daddy."

"Daddy won't be able to come, and you need to rest. You’ll see him tomorrow."

"No!" She yelled and crossed her arms.

"Luna, if you don't go to sleep, you're going to lose a behaviour star on the board." 

"I want to wait for daddy."

"You know it’s not possible, babygirl. It’s already late."

She pouted before entering her room. Instead of punishing her all the time, you opted for a star system. Every time she was misbehaving, you would remove one star from the board until she reached one. A punishment would occur only if she had one star left on the board.

Fortunately, Luna had the same character traits as her father, which included loving a challenge. As a consequence, she always made sure to keep the maximum number of stars for the longest time. Contrary to you, Lewis rarely removed any stars, even if his daughter was in the wrong. Something you complained about more than once. "Lewis, I understand that you love her with your entire soul, but being a father includes educating her. You can't keep forgetting to remove the stars. She needs to understand that she cannot do whatever she wants."

”Yeah, baby, I know. I'd make an effort." However, the second he saw the mini version of him with longer curls, he would forget whatever promises he made earlier on. 

When she fell asleep, you waited for hours before giving up. As you were about to lie, you heard the keys in the door. Instead of rushing, you would let him have his dinner. Once he finished, you joined him in the kitchen. "Hey sweetie. I thought you were asleep already."

"No, I was waiting for you because we need to talk." Lewis poured some fresh water into his glass as he stared curiously at you. "What's going on?"

"A lot." Lewis looked away. He already knew why you were coming for him.

"Lewis, I'm tired of this situation. I've been telling you for months and months. I'm just tired of feeling lonely as a married woman. I know how much F1 matters to you, and I understand the desire for an eighth tittle, but it's becoming a problem. It's at the expense of our family."

"Sweetie, I know that I'm asking a lot, but I promise to retire after that title."

"What if it takes 5 years? Are we going to continue like that? Lewis, I can't do it anymore. I'm drained. Tonight, she cried again. Is that what you want for her?"

"Luna is my everything, and you know that. She's the most precious thing to me."

"Then act like it." Lewis rubbed his face as he sat down in front of you. "I really want that 8th tittle. You need to understand me." You shook your head at Lewis’ statement. The audacity of him to ask you to endure as if you had not done it for years. "Is the title more important than Luna and I?"

"I've never said that. You mean the world to me, and you know it."

"I don't believe you anymore, Lewis. That's the problem." A silence settled in as the two of you stared at one another. "I can't even remember the last time we shared family time or even mom and dad time. It's all about you and your career." 

"You knew it before marrying me. What has changed ever since?"

”Oh, let me think, maybe the fact that you're not even trying to spend time with us. That eighth title is polluting your mind, and Luna is the collateral damage of your choices. I won’t accept that."

"We're making progress in the car data for next year. I know it's not going to be this year, but I don't want to give up."

"I feel like I'm talking to a brick wall. Lewis, I'm not even having this conversation for us. I'm thinking about her. Spending one hour per week with her surrounded by the Mercedes staff is not what I would call quality time."

"She's happy to come to the paddock with me, and you know it."

”Still, that's not enough. It's easy to have your point of view when you're not the one who has to sit there and listen to her cry. Each time, I need to find new words, new excuses, new ways of comforting her because of your mess. I’m tired, Lewis." You explained, concluding with a louder tone than intended. "Calm down, sweetie." This time, you had enough. He had no right to ask you to calm down, not after what he was putting you through. "I’m not calming down. Today, I will speak. I’m mentally drained because of you. Shit, do you realise that you keep asking me to make sacrifices year after year without ever giving anything in return? The era where you were the F1 playboy is over, you’re a family man now. Think about it." You finally shouted, way too angry to control the tone of your voice. Usually, you never raise your voice, but tonight, you just had enough. 

You shook your head as tears rolled down your face. "When I was pregnant, you promised to not be that work-alcoholic man again. Yet, here we are. F1 before anything and everything, including your wife and daughter." Lewis clenched his jaw, he hated when you compared his love for F1 with the love he had for his daughter, the most precious thing life could have given him. The most beautiful thing you gave him. "I’m going to stop you there. Luna is the most important thing in my life. My career will never be more important than her." 

"Bullshit. If that’s the case, why don’t you spend more time with her? Why are you missing so many milestones in her life? Lewis, you literally missed her end-of-year show. I will never forget how she performed with tears in her eyes as she looked at the audience, looking for her dad. At the end of the show, she ran to me and cried for an hour. Every time she looked around and saw other kids with their dads, she sobbed even more. Do you realise that she even asked if you still loved her? Lewis, you need to understand that your choices are impacting our family. It's not just about you anymore."

"I’m sorry. I had plenty of time for that day. I promised it wouldn’t happen again. Why are you bringing it back?"

"Because unfortunately, your promises don’t mean shit these days." The tone you used was harsher, colder, and more aggressive. As if the love and affection you had for him had just vanished. "Okay, say what you want to say. I know you’re holding back. After seven years of relationship, I can tell." He replied in a calm tone. At first, you admired how relaxed the man was, but after many years, it started to bother you, especially during fights. How could he be so calm when he was the one to cause that much damage? "Yes, I was not done. Don’t worry. Lewis, what do you think about our marriage?" 

"Hum. I know I’m lucky to have you. Thank you for holding our family together, for all the sacrifices, the love, and everything you do for me." You almost rolled your eyes at his stupid declaration. "I hope you’re joking, Lewis." You spat between your teeth. Once again, you lost control of the tone of your voice. "Lucky to have me while you don’t even appreciate me. I don’t feel loved or supported. You prioritised your career so much that you completely forgot about me. I can’t even remember the last time we went on a date or the last time we made love. Shit, even a simple conversation or some quality time, I can’t remember because you gave up on us." You yelled one more time as tears kept rolling down your face. 

As Lewis was about to reply, a voice interrupted the two of you. "Mommy, daddy." Luna looked at you in confusion as she held her Lewis bear tighter. Luna intensely stared at you while you stared back at her. It would not be the first time she would hear you fight, but you could not allow her to see you cry. In a matter of seconds, you dried your tears. To your surprise, the little girl understood that you were crying. Within seconds, she came to you, and handed you a tissue. "It’s okay, mommy. I’m here for you." She whispered before using her small thumbs to dry the tears left under your eyes. The small attention made you smile as you tenderly played with her hair. "Why are you crying, mommy?" She asked in a worried tone. 

After being confronted with silence, Luna pursued, "If mommy is sad, Luna is sad too." Her innocent voice almost made you cry again. She was the reason you held on to this marriage to this day, she was the reason you woke up in the morning; she was the reason you wanted to become the best version of yourself. She was your everything, and you felt very blessed to have her at this particular moment. Lewis approached the two of you before he gently rubbed your shoulders. "Mommy is sad about something, and she was telling dad about it." The innocent girl in front of you looked at her dad. "So you’re not fighting?" Lewis shook his head while he lovingly kissed the top of her head. "We were just discussing, baby. We still love each other. Don’t worry." 

As per usual, her intelligence and liveliness surprised you. ”Why was mommy screaming if you’re just discussing?" You cleared your throat, taking your small hands in yours. "Mommy felt very strong emotions, that’s why. We are fine, babygirl. I promise." You reassured the toddler, whose face illuminated when she heard those words. Your daughter took the opportunity to hug the two of you at the same time. The action made Lewis and you stare at one another out of guilt. You needed to do better because Luna deserved better. To relax the atmosphere, Lewis suddenly took Luna in his arms before kissing her entire face. The laughs she let out every time her dad kissed her always made you smile, even if at the moment all you wanted to do was cry. 

After Lewis put Luna in bed, you joined your shared bedroom. Once he closed the door, you prepared to go to bed. Now is the perfect time to finish the conversation you didn't have the time to conclude earlier. Your husband was comfortable in bed when you arrived. "Lewis, I wanted to remind you that you’re the first man in her life. You’re setting the standard for her future and the future men in her life. I don’t want her to think that it’s normal for a man or a person in general to not hold to their promises. Do better. Also, if you don’t make a significant effort for our family, I will have to make some decisions. I can’t stay in a situation that mentally drains me. I’m giving my all for our family, but it takes two to make it work. I can’t be the one to do all the work. This is your last chance, and I hope you will take it seriously. Good night." Obviously, you did not have a good night. Your mind and heart would not let you rest. 

***** 

The day you feared the most has finally arrived. At the beginning of your relationship or marriage, you would never have thought about ending up in such a situation. Yet, decisions had to be made for your own good. It broke your heart to initiate that process, but you had to. You did not sign up to feel lonely in marriage. That day, you were waiting for him in the kitchen, where he often ate his dinner. As per usual, he came home late due to a meeting with the team. It was not even racing week, yet the man still privileged his career above you. Sure, he made efforts when it came to Luna, but those efforts did not exist for you. Lewis smiled at your presence in the kitchen before kissing your cheek. "Hey, sweetie. How are you?" Not him, trying to make an effort the day you already started the process. Lewis calmly ate his dinner as he spoke to you about his day and goals for the next day. When Lewis was about to sit down next to you, an envelope on the table caught his attention. 

"Is that for you?" You shook your head, making a hand sign to encourage him to open it. The more he read, the more his face changed. He gulped, his eyes glistened, and his mouth was slightly open. All the signs were reunited, Lewis was sad, you hurt his feelings. The word divorce felt like a punch in the guts for him. "I tried. Believe me, I did, I just can’t anymore. I’m mentally exhausted."

"Sweetie, please. We can figure it out. We can't divorce, you’re the love of my life. Don’t do that to me, please." The way he was pleading almost made you reconsider your decision. "I need my family near me. My wife and my daughter. Don’t do that to me."

"That’s the problem, Lewis, it’s always about you." Lewis rubbed his face, hoping that he was just having a nightmare. "I’d do whatever it takes to avoid a divorce. I know I’ve been a neglectful husband, I know it. Now, I can promise that I’m going to do better if it means that I keep my family by my side. You can’t separate me from Luna." Hearing him whisper from a place of despair was too much for you. To avoid feeling your heart shatter into pieces, you got up and left him in the kitchen. Seeing the person you love hurt is never a pleasure. Since that night, you have started to sleep in the guest room in the most discreet manner possible. The last thing you wanted was for Luna to notice something.

**** 

Until you pass away, you will probably remember that day. The day you officially divorced from the person you thought was the love of your life, your soulmate, Lewis. Instead of feeling a kind of relief, you felt an extreme pain in your chest. Since the divorce announcement, Lewis has become another man. He was still performing on the grid, but outside of it, he was lost. Lewis was shocked and sad about the situation. Despite all the efforts in the world, it did not change your mind. The damage was already done. The strong-headed woman you were refused to change her mind about the painful decision you made. Unfortunately, he realised that his obsession with his career led him to break the most precious thing he had on this earth, his family. Now, he is condemned to see his daughter a few times per month instead of seeing her several times per week when his career allowed him to. It was only now that he truly realised the consequences of his actions. The little attention, encouragement, and love he was getting from you are all gone. Now, he would have to go back to an empty and silent house with Roscoe as his only company. 

Sadness gained him every second as he thought about the small privileges he just lost: coming home to a family, hearing his wife’s voice, discussing with her, laughing with her, sometimes playing with her, having her unconditional support, having someone who understood him. The probability of finding another woman like you was slim to none. You were his soulmate, he knew it the second you went on your first date. To everyone’s surprise, it took him only two years to marry you. Lewis the bachelor, the man who ran from commitment and only focused on F1, decided to give love a try when he met you. One of the best decisions he ever made. At that thought, his heart ached even more. He could not hold you accountable for what happened, you warned him too many times. He could only blame himself for not listening and making significant efforts. Regrettably, he let the old Lewis take over, and it cost him his actual family and the one he imagined in the future. In his head, he would have all his children with you—the three he wanted so badly. 

The two of you intensely stared at each other while the lawyers concluded the last terms of the divorce. Lewis had his eyes closed for almost the entire audience. As if thinking about his mistakes was too painful. If he could go back in time, he would have made better choices. It was too late now to realise how much he loved and valued his family, especially you, his soon-to-be ex-wife. After seven years together, you could read him like an open book. He hated himself for losing control, for failing you and your daughter. During the entire process, you insisted on not wanting anything from his fortune. "This is not what I married him for in the first place." The child support he had to pay would be more than enough. "Yeah, but I still want you to keep the house we bought in London."

"Thank you." You whispered while avoiding his gaze. The lawyers stopped talking for a moment before asking the final question, "Are you sure that it is truly what you want?" Lewis jumped on the occasion to try to convince you.

"This is not what I want. I never wanted to divorce you, sweetie. If I’m signing those papers, it’s only because you want to be free, and I don’t want to be the one to hold you back. If it only deepened on me, I would die by your side. You’re one of the most precious things in my life, and I don’t want to lose you." At the sight of your lack of reaction, Lewis pursed, "Sweetie, I learned my lesson. We have the power to stop it if we want to. I’m begging you to think about us, our family, the sacrifices, our vows, everything. I love you. I always will, and I always did the second I laid eyes on you in that elevator. I’m sorry for the pain I caused, for my selfishness, and for my lack of empathy. You’ve been holding our family back for years, and I should have been more understanding and grateful." Memories flowed inside your head as you remembered your very first meeting with Lewis. How he had to chase you, how he proved himself throughout the years, how he contributed to your happiness, how he supported you, how he encouraged you. The partner you always dreamed of until he lost himself again in his career. "Lewis, if you had remembered your vows, we wouldn’t be here." You whispered, trying your best not to burst into tears. "I’m sorry, but I don’t believe anything you say anymore. I don’t want to give you another chance just to end up hurt and disappointed again. I don't have that kind of strength within me anymore." You dried the tears that tried to roll down your cheeks. After looking at him one more time, you took a deep breath and signed the final paper. The one that officially terminated your marriage. 

If someone had told him that a more painful moment than Abu Dhabi would happen, he would never have believed them. Here he was, feeling the heaviness, regret, and sadness of the consequences of his actions. Lewis slightly sank into the leather chair as his finger played on his beard. Now that you had signed it, he had no choice but to sign it as well. He couldn’t believe that he was leaving seven years of relationship behind him, five years of marriage, and an uneven family balance. It was all his fault, you warned him multiple times. His hand shook while he signed the paper—one of the hardest things he ever had to do. Whatever the lawyers last words were, Lewis did not hear them. He was in his own world and bubble, too lost and hurt to connect again with the real world. The final straw was when they tore the marriage certificate apart right in front of you. This time, it was too much. He got up, thanked every single person before storming out of the room.

"Lewis, Lewis, Lewis, wait." You screamed at him when he was about to hop in his car. "Don’t think that this is what I wanted."

"It doesn’t matter. I’m not mad at you." He approached you before resting his forehead against yours. "I will never forgive myself for that. Of course, you’re an amazing woman, so I can only wish you the best for the rest of your life. I love you and always will." He tenderly kissed your forehead for many seconds. The tears fell down your cheeks this time, it was the most painful moment of your life. "Take care of yourself. I see you later." He concluded while jumping in his car and vanishing in the middle of London.

****

When you got back home to the home Lewis kindly gave you during the divorce, you closed the door and threw your bag on the floor. The pain you tried to hold back earlier came back in full force. As it slowly invaded every part of your body, you leaned against the wall before sliding down the floor and shedding all the tears your body could offer. Thankfully, Luna was with her grandmother, so you could grieve in peace. Why did it have to happen to you? Why, why, why? You loved Lewis with your entire soul, but you could not love him more than you loved yourself. The situation was too draining for you to keep enduring it. Not when you've already endured for two years. Now, you would have to start all over again. Sure, you failed in many areas of life and in many projects, but your marriage was never something you thought about failing in. Your father warned you multiple times before you married Lewis. "You will never truly be a priority. He might try for a few years, but as we say, the leopard doesn't change its spots, the leopard can't change its spots. Lewis is an elite athlete, a competitor, F1 will always come first. Are you sure you can handle it?" Your father has always been opposed to that union. He thought that you deserved a man who had more time on his hands to truly take care of you. Of course, you always defended Lewis and stood by his side. "He’s been making efforts since the beginning. Look, I know that you are worried about me, but I want to give us a chance. If it ever failed, at least I would have tried."

One thing you could be proud of was that you tried your best and gave everything to make it work. However, you can’t be the only one to work your ass off to make the marriage last. A partnership could not rely on one person, not when you both agreed on the terms and conditions of this commitment.

A few days later, the moments you feared the most happened. The public announcement of your divorce was a shock to many people. Since Lewis and you were pretty private, people never knew that much about your couple. What they were seeing from time to time and on the paddock made them believe that you were the perfect couple. At the beginning, you would have agreed, but the last two years were far from perfection. Apart from the public announcement, the hardest part was explaining to Luna that her dad would no longer live with you. That day, Lewis arrived before Luna came back home to collect some of his stuff. "You don’t have to take everything. Your daughter still lives here. So it makes sense if you spend the night occasionally. You should leave some clothes."

"I’d rather not sleep here. It’s too hard for me. Do you know why I bought this house?" You shook your head, waiting for his reply. "I imagined it as our final home for when I retire. Perfect for a family with multiple kids. Anyway…" The silence that settled in was the most uncomfortable one you've ever experienced. Thankfully, Luna’s screams interrupted the awkward moment. 

"DADDY! Where are you?" He smiled at the sound of her looking for him. The second she saw him, she ran into his arms and hugged him tightly. "I missed you, daddy."

"I missed even more, babygirl." He replied with a weak smile as he rubbed her back. Instead of brutally introducing her to her new reality, you let her spend time with him as you prepared her snacks. Once she enjoyed her food with her dad, you asked her to sit on the couch. "Luna, mommy and daddy need to talk to you." She sat down with a big grin on her face. The sight of that smile almost made you give up on the idea of being openly honest about the situation. 

Lewis squatted down and rested his hands on her knees. He looked at her tenderly as she tightly held her Lewis bear. "Babygirl, we have something to tell you. It’s not easy for us, but we can’t lie to you. Lying is not a good thing, you can’t do it, but we also can’t do it." Luna intensely stared at Lewis then at you, wondering what you were going to say to her. "Before I start, I will say that whatever happens, nothing will ever change. Mommy and daddy love you, we will always be a family, okay?" She nodded. "Daddy loves mommy, and..." He paused to take a deep breath. 

"Mommy loves daddy too, but they have decided not to live together anymore." Luna stayed still, probably too shocked to react. "What do you mean, daddy?" You sat by her side as you explained, "Sometimes when two people love each other deeply, they don’t want to hurt the other one. It’s better if they separate. Since I don’t want to hurt dad, and he doesn’t want to hurt me. We have to take some distance." Lewis discreetly nodded to say thank you. He hurt you, but you lied to protect his image in his daughter’s eyes.

"Where will you go, daddy?" Lewis smiled as he played with his beautiful, light brown curls. "Hum. As you know, daddy travels all the time. So I’ll be in hotels a lot of the time, but sometimes I will be in Monaco or London. It depends."

"Are you abandoning us?" She whispered with teary eyes. "No,no,no, babygirl. Daddy could never abandon you. He loves you too much for that. You’re just going to see him less than before." Luna rubbed her eyes to dry her tears. Lewis closed his eyes while you tried your best to control your pain. "I don’t want that. I want my daddy with me."

"You can call me whenever you want, okay? I’ll always be there, okay?" Luna sobbed even harder, holding her teddy bear stronger than before. Lewis took her in his arms as he tried to comfort her. You wish you could find the right words, but you can’t. "Don’t go, daddy. Stay with us." You looked down, trying with all your will to control the sobs that wanted to escape. Lewis tried to calm his daughter by promising to come back soon. "Daddy needs to leave. The plane is waiting for him." Lewis kissed his little princess forehead before storming out of the house. It was too hard for him, he couldn’t stand the situation. He was responsible for the situation and hated himself for it. Luna surprised you by getting out of the house and running after her father. "Luna! Come back here!" You immediately ran after her. 

When you arrived outside, Lewis stared at you with sadness in his eyes. He was ready to jump in his car, but he stopped when he saw Luna running towards him. He took her in his arms one more time, murmuring words of positivity, love and promising that he would be back soon. "I don’t want to wait." She screamed between sobs. The most heartbreaking scene was yet to come. After Lewis tried to comfort her, he handed Luna to you. The little girl hid her face in the crook of your neck, crying all the tears she had. Luna then left your arms to stare at the car in front of her. When her father waved to her and started the engine, she ran after the car, screaming to Lewis, "Daddy, stay, please. Daddy, please." You ran after her to catch her, a little girl running in the middle of the road was too dangerous. After catching her, you took her in your arms and let her cry as long as she needed. On the other side, Lewis hoped in his private jet with a clouded mind. Those images of his daughter crying and running after his car would stay in his mind forever. Lewis rarely cried in his life, but this time he had valid reasons to. He just shattered his family and hurt his daughter and wife. The next few months promised to be the toughest of his life.

London, UK

"DADDY!" Seeing her face light up when she sees her dad always warms your heart. Hey, my little princess, I missed you so much."

"Me too, Daddy." She said this while kissing his cheek and hugging him tightly. Lewis then turned around to greet you with a kiss on both cheeks. "Tell dad what you've done for two weeks." Luna immediately started to speak for long periods of time, giving a lot of details about her days and activities. "Also, I helped mommy dress up to go out."

No, no, no, she wasn't supposed to spill the tea about your date night. Lewis cleared his throat. Even if he was jealous, you knew he would never show it. "Oh, I hope mommy had fun." He replied nonchalantly. The atmosphere between you has always been cordial, and the main subject has always been Luna. From time to time, Lewis tried to deviate, but you would always cut that dynamic straight. You refuse for your coparenting relationship to be mixed with old feelings or sexual tension. "Daddy?"

"Yes, babygirl?"

"Can I have a brother or sister? I'm bored. You can still give the potion to mommy, right?" Lewis tenderly smiled at his daughter's innocence. "No, he can't, baby. Sorry." Luna let out a despairing sigh as she looked at you. "Why don't you love mommy anymore, daddy? I want to live with you both. Like other kids at school." 

Lewis looked at you with sadness in his eyes before replying to his daughter. "I love mommy. I always will, but we need some distance to not kill our love." Luna pouted, unconvinced by his reply. "Even if mom and dad don't live together anymore, it doesn't mean that they love you less. We still love you from the bottom of our hearts. Okay, princess?"

She nodded, despite her sad eyes. "Is your bag ready?" She nodded again with excitement in her eyes. Seeing her leave the house to spend days with Lewis always hurts. Not because you didn't want her to spend time with him. You were just used to having her by your side all the time." Enjoy Monaco, princess." Luna thanked you as she hugged you with all the strength she had. "Goodbye mommy!" 

"Be nice with daddy, okay?" Lewis caressed the top of her head as he replied, "She’s always nice to me. Anyway, take care of yourself, swet- Y/N." He still struggled to simply call you by your name. You nodded before accompanying them to the door. Three days without Luna would be very long.

**** 

3 days later…

The sound of knocks on the door already made you smile. Three days without your baby were long, it didn’t matter how hard you tried to keep yourself busy, your mind would always bring you back to her. By the way she widely smiled, you could tell that she had a great weekend. Luna ran to you and jumped in your arms the second she saw you. "Mommy! I missed you. I wish you were with us." Lewis tenderly smiled at his daughter, who wasted no time and told you every single detail about her weekend. "Wow, you played tennis with daddy and grandpa? That’s amazing!"

"Yes, grandpa was better than daddy." Lewis rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Next time, I’m taking my revenge." The three of you shared more conversation around the weekend your daughter just spent. After an hour, Lewis checked his watch and got up, which made you furrow your brows. 

"Where are you going?"

"Home. It’s getting late. I don’t want to bother." You rolled your eyes at him. "You’re not a stranger, stop it. Stay with us for dinner." Luna turned to you with a surprised face. "Yes! Daddy, please stay for dinner."

"Unless daddy has other plans?" You teasingly asked, hoping that the response would be negative. Even if it has been six months since the divorce, you still have feelings for him. Lewis made a grimace before sitting back down. "Of course I’m staying." Luna jumped and screamed in excitement before running into her dad's arms. "Yeeeesss!!!" The happiness on her face made you smile like you had not for a long period of time. 

The family moment brought you back to the era when you were still married. The lightness, the laughs, the flowing conversations, the relaxed atmosphere—everything almost made you regret your decision. After dinner, you decided to do some playdough with Luna to extend her feeling of joy. The moment would stay on your mind for a long time. "What have you created, daddy?"

"A helmet and a F1 car." Luna giggled while you rolled your eyes at him. "Also, I created a small moon for you." He whispered, handing the grey playdough ball to Luna, who grinned. "Moon like Luna." Lewis nodded while caressing her curls. "Yes, just for my princess." The way his eyes glistened when he spoke to his daughter—even the soft tone he used—almost made you melt on the spot. Even if Lewis has not been the best husband, you did not have that much to say about his dad's skills. He loved Luna with his entire soul, and you could tell. Lewis turned to you with his usual gentle grin. "How about you, mommy? What have you done?"

"Well, I’ve made a flower for Luna." The little girl giggled at the sight of the flower. "Thank mommy." You smiled at her before caressing her arm. "Not to be that person, but it’s bedtime, babygirl."

Luna pouted while snuggling against her father. "Five more minutes, please, mommy. I want to stay with Daddy more."

"How about Daddy get you to bed? I can read you a story." Luna screamed again out of excitement, probably because it reminded her of the moment you were still living under the same roof. As they left the living room, you exceptionally decided to clean up the mess and tidy everything. Once you were done, you went to Luna’s bedroom and checked if she had fallen asleep. Instead, you were met with the sight of Luna nestled against her father while he read one of her favourite stories, Moana. When Lewis ended the story, he kissed his daughter’s forehead. "Daddy! When I will grow up. I like to explore the sea, just like Moana." Lewis giggled at Luna’s words. He knew that Luna was courageous, ambitious, and an adventurer like her mother. Remember, Luna, you can do whatever you put your mind to. "Never forget that, but if you want to navigate through the seas, you need to know your geography."

"Yes daddy! I will learn everything I can. I will make you and mommy proud." Lewis grinned so hard that the crinkles around his eyes appeared. He wished he could stay with Luna longer, but it was getting late. You probably wanted to go to sleep peacefully. "I’m already proud of you, babygirl. Okay, time to sleep now."

"Can you tell me another story, please, daddy." Lewis was incapable of saying no to his precious little daughter, so he started to tell her how the two of you met. "Well, I stayed at the Mandarin hotel in Barcelona for the Grand Prix. One night after I came back late to my hotel room, there was this beautiful and confident woman who entered the elevator, saying words you should not say. She was very angry, but I ignored her. I know why." You smiled as you remembered your first meeting with Lewis. The poor man saw the worst version of you from day one. 

****

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! I don’t even know why I’m trying at this point since it’s never enough. Fucking pieces of shit." Lewis eyes were glued. For once in a long time, he was drawn by energy. A spark lit up within him, he could not explain why. Once you realised that you weren’t alone, you shook your head. "Oh shit, my bad. Good evening, Sir." You said without even bothering to turn around. Lewis lightly chuckled at your indifference. "It’s okay as long as you don’t turn into the Hulk." Despite your anger, you laughed at his joke. "Oh, sometimes I wish I could. It would certainly calm certain people down." The two of you shared another laugh. "On a more serious note, whatever you’re trying and feeling like you’re not enough, please do me a favour. Don’t give up. If people can’t see your value, it’s on them. Always believe in yourself." The ding of the elevator made you jump as you turned around to look at the stranger. Your breath almost stopped when you realised how beautiful he was. However, your brain did not make the link, in your eyes, he was just a random guy who was making enough money to afford a room in this expensive hotel. "Thank you, Sir. What’s your name?"

"I’m Lewis." 

"Well, thank you, Sir Lewis. Have a good night." The second you exited the elevator, Lewis already had a plan in mind to get at least your number before leaving the hotel. The warmth, peace, and lightness he felt while talking to you intrigued him. He wanted to dig, he needed to dig. When you came back to your hotel room that night, you thought about him for thirty minutes before refocusing on your work. After all, he was just a random man you met in an elevator. What could possibly happen after that. You don’t even have his full name. Little did he know that his last name would become yours two years later.

****

Lewis smiled when he looked at Luna’s sleepy face. She looked like an angel fallen from the sky in his eyes. He kissed her forehead tenderly for multiple seconds before whispering, "I love you, princess. I’ll do my best to see you very soon. Good night, my little moon." As Lewis was about to head out of Luna’s room, you ran into the living room. He did not need to know that you stared at him for more than half an hour. When he appeared in the living room. You pretended to read while sipping on red wine. Hearing the story about your first meeting recreated a new wave of feelings and the desire to spend more time with him. It’s not because you were divorced that you only had to stick to co-parenting. You could be friends, right? "Want me to pour a glass for you?"

"I can’t, I’m racing in two weeks." You shook your head. "Which means, you have two weeks to burn the calories." Lewis smiled, that type of reply reminded him why he fell for you in the first place. However, he did not feel comfortable because he had no control over the situation. One of the things he hated the most was losing control. "I see that you’re hesitating. Look, it’s not because we’re divorced that we can discuss things like adults. I don’t hate you."

"I thought. The way you pushed me back these last months…"

"I could never hate you, even if I tried. You know it. I just wanted to make sure that we were building a solid co-parenting relationship. So are you staying? Unless one of your girls is waiting for you, of course."

Lewis shook his head while he sat down by your side. "I’m a free man. One glass only." You smirked as you poured the red liquid into his glass. "When did you start randomly drinking wine?"

"Hum. Since I have been gifted a bottle." You shrugged with a smile. Lewis giggled before taking a sip. "Hmm. This one is pretty good."

"Yeah, a client’s gift. Another advantage of working in finance as a freelancer.” Lewis grinned before asking, "Is everything okay with Luna?"

"She’s an adorable, smart, and empathetic girl. A little bit stubborn and competitive too, but she got it from her dad." Lewis laughed at the mention of his daughter’s character traits. "A mini-me."

"Thank you for reminding me that my contribution is almost nonexistent." He lightly chuckled again. "I wouldn’t call myself a smart guy, that trait is yours." She also has a little attitude, just like her mother." The two of you shared a smile before you teasingly pulled on his beard.

Lewis laughed while trying his best not to imagine your beautiful manicured hand caressing his back and torso. However, the sight of your beautiful legs, a body part he always loved, made it harder for him to not spark a sexual desire. He cleaned his throat, trying his best to brush off any sexual thoughts from his mind. Of course, he still loved you and would do anything to get you back. The idea of getting back together was still on his mind, he refused to give up. Maybe you needed more time, but until you get into another relationship, he believed in a future reconciliation. Talking about relationships, he needed to know why you dressed up last time. Obviously, he hoped that you just went out with the girls. 

"Luna told me that she helped you dress up to go out. Is the party girl back?" 

"Absolutely not. I’m a mother. Clubbing is complicated when your daughter wakes you up at 7 or 8a.m."

"What about you, playboy?"

"Don’t call me like that." He snorted, giving you a teasing stare. 

"Why not? Sir Lewis Hamilton is single again. All those thirsty girls who wanted you as a married man can jump on the occasion." Lewis chuckled, remembering how some women did not care about his marital status. Thankfully, it never started a fight. Instead, the two of you always laughed off the very innovative techniques some would find to take your husband away from you. Whatever they tried never worked, Lewis never felt the need to see if the grass was greener elsewhere. He was happy in his marriage and would not trade that for a meaningless sex night. 

”They can still try, but that doesn’t mean I will respond." He replied in a confident tone. The type that always turned you on. "What’s stopping you?" Lewis rubbed his lower lips with his thumb, something he often did when he tried to hide his feelings. "You’re still a very hot 38 years old." He shook his head while laughing. "Thanks for the compliment. Let’s say that my mind is focused on something else." You nodded, waiting for him to develop his answer. Lewis snorted when he noticed how you were intensely staring at him. "I’m waiting, Lewis. What’s your mind focused on?" Of course, you would not let him slip. "Focused on my career, my daughter, and my mental health." 

"So there’s no one? Not even a bootycall?" Lewis furrowed his brows, surprised by your boldness. Even after seven years of knowing each other, you always find new ways to surprise him. Lewis chuckled before shaking his head. "No. Not for now. What about you?" Lewis was thankful for the door you opened. It was really important for him to know if you were seeing someone or not. A silence settled in as you stared at him sipping. The way his short-sleeved shirt displayed his biceps sparked a certain fire within you. The wine was definitely a bad idea for someone who was horny and still loved her ex-husband. 

"I went on one date, and it was because my friends set me up. I don’t care about that man." You whispered, carefully avoiding his gaze. After another moment of silence, Lewis decided to speak his mind. "I’m also focusing on getting my wife back." You stopped sipping your wine to stare at him. "Lewis! We already had this conversation, please."

"Let me finish. We’re both unhappy in this situation, Luna is unhappy. Why are we still pretending? I know you’re scared to live the same things that led us to a divorce, but I promise this time to be a better man, a better husband."

"Lewis. It’s not against you. I just can’t suffer again. The situation we’re in is already hard. Also, what if we fail again? What about Luna? It will break her."

"Luna should be the reason why we’re trying even harder. Look at how happy she was tonight. Also, look at how relaxed we are."

"Lewis, we had wine. It’s normal to be relaxed. Look, we can be friends, but I can’t do more."

"Well, I’ll take it." He concluded as you both shook hands. Something within Lewis told him that he could have you back. He knew that the process would be long, but he would not give up until he tried everything in his power to get his family back. The eighth title was no longer important, you were his new dream. Whatever it takes, he will fight to make his new dream come true. To avoid a weird situation, you changed the subject. "Well, as a friend, I have something to confess to you. I don’t know if I’m doing enough for Luna. Ever since we divorced, I feel like no matter what I do, it’s not enough."

Lewis got closer to you to rub your back. "Why do you feel like that? You’re the best mom Luna could have had. You should see how she always talks about you when you’re not around. Luna loves you from the bottom of her heart, trust me." Lewis got closer to comfort you and rub your back. "I don’t know, I feel like it’s my fault, Lewis. Every time I see her cry or ask for her daddy, it breaks my heart. Maybe I’ve been selfish by destroying our family. I don’t know." Your eyes were glistening with tears while you played with your hands. Lewis grabbed your hands and intertwined them with his warm palms. "Sweetie, I’m the only one responsible for what happened. I should have been a better husband and not prioritised my career after I promised not to. I should have been more present for Luna and you. Instead, I let that eighth title obsession blind me. There’s not a second of my life that I don’t regret. If I could go back in time, I would have changed my behaviour. You’re not selfish, you never have been. With all the sacrifices you've made for me, I could never tell that you’re selfish." Without thinking, you lay your head on his shoulders as the two of you enjoyed the contact of your hands. "Thank you, Lewis. You always find the right words." He tenderly smiled before kissing the bridge of your nose, like he always did to comfort or reassure you. 

"As I said, I’ll always be there for you." What you didn’t expect was to make intense eye contact with him. His words warmed your entire being like they used to when you were still married to him. To avoid giving in to temptation, you cleared your throat and redirected the conversation. "Women who wanted you so bad when you were married are probably thriving." You joked, waiting for his reaction. "The new situation won’t change a damn thing. My heart still belongs to you."

"Lewis, please. I had wine, stop tempting me." He giggled. "Alright, it was fun, but I feel like I should leave." The last thing he wanted was to sleep with you because of wine. As he was about to get up, you pulled on his hand. "What if I don’t want you to leave?"

"Sweetie, you had wine. I don’t think that’s a good idea."

"Come on, you’ve been knowing me for seven years. It’s not three glasses of wine that can knock me down. I’m sure of what I want." Lewis hesitated before sitting down again. "I like talking to you, Lewis." 

"I know, I’m the shit." You chuckled playfully, smacking his bicep. ”Oh, there we go." The giggles turned into louder ones as you remembered old memories together. The evening was going better than you expected. 

**** 

If someone asked you to explain how you ended up in that position, you would not be able to reply. All you remembered was that you shared precious moments together before his tongue ended up down your throat. "Lewis!" Feeling the warmness of his tongue against your clit after multiple months without sex reactivated new sensations. Sensations you thought you would never feel again. One thing you definitely missed about Lewis was his great bed skills. You tried to fill the void with self-gratification sessions that clearly could never replace the pleasure Lewis gave you. The thoughts you had were cut short when you felt Lewis sucking on your clit. "Oh God! Just like that, babe." Lewis smirked when he saw your face distorted by the pleasure he was offering you with his skillful mouth. The little hmms he made added vibrations that intensified the pleasure. "Please, Lewis." His face was wet, covered with your arousal. "Should we continue?"

You nodded, opening your legs wider to give him better access to your core. Lewis smirked before using his thumb to rub on your swollen bud. "I missed that taste." He whispered while parting your lips with his fingers. The licks on your lips, and caresses on your clit caused you to arch your back. "Lewis! Oh fuck! Yes!" After plenty of months without any sexual activity except self-gratification, you felt your body coming back to life. When Lewis added his fingers to the mix, the euphoria of the moment increased. 

The moment of bliss you waited for arrived, making you curl your toes, throw your head back, and moan his name even louder. As your heartbeat decreased and your core’s contractions slowed down, Lewis brushed his lips against yours. "I can never get enough of your taste." Your hands landed on his muscular back while you sealed lips with him. The sensation felt similar, just like it did in the past, when Lewis was still your husband. Despite the divorce, you could confirm that Lewis still feels like home. The tender kiss quickly became heated and sloppy—a good combo to fuel your very excited body. Lewis pulled back to stare at your eyes and kiss the bridge of your nose. In the meantime, your hands gently rubbed his arms and back. The suggestive position you were in already predicted the next step of the night.

After a moment of hesitation, there you were scratching his back as he passionately made love to you. The stretch, the fullness, and the familiarity caused your back to arch. Suddenly, you remembered why the old you was kind of addicted to the man. His sex skills are unmatched to this day. The kisses, the moans, the whimpers, the touches every single thing contributed to another moment of ecstasy. Lewis would probably have scratches all over his back and arms, but he could not care less. It came from the woman he loved. "I love you, sweetie." He whispered while accelerating his strokes, and the rhythm of his thumb played with your swollen bud. "You’re the only one who can make me feel this good, sweetie. He moaned before capturing your lips and finishing inside of you. Those words sent you over the edge, making you moan louder than intended for the second time of the night. Lewis immediately captured your lips with a smile to silence you. 

Once the post-nut clarity hit you, your eyes widened at what just happened. "Fuck!" You groaned as you realised that you just slept with your ex-husband. Lewis looked at you with a grin on his face as he tenderly rubbed your arm. "How do you feel, sweetie? Be honest."

"Hum, I don’t know how to feel. Obviously, having great sex again after ten months felt amazing, but I also don’t want you to think that there’s a chance between us." Lewis heart slightly jumped in his chest, sad at the thought that his ex-wife might have used him to warm her empty bed. "Okay, I understand." He murmured, gently rubbing your cheek with his thumb. "I’m not going to lie, I don’t think we should ever reproduce what happened tonight." Lewis’ thumbs left your cheek when you finished your sentence. "Okay, maybe I should leave then."

"That would be great." You whispered in the softest tone. Even Lewis showed no signs, he was heartbroken. He could not believe that he had got his hopes up only for them to be shattered all over again in a matter of seconds. Maybe he should have driven home earlier and kept it moving. Once he was fully dressed, you threw a robe on to accompany him to the door. "Can we hug?" You nodded while opening your arms. Contrary to what you thought, the hug felt good, just like a good source of comfort would. "Thank you for tonight. I had a great time, Lewis." Six months after the divorce, you imagined that your feelings for Lewis would have toned down, that he would stop feeling like home, and that the lack of companionship would shrink. None of that happened. Quite the opposite was actually happening. You missed him more than six months ago, you spied on some gossip website to see if he had already moved on; you thought about him every night before going to sleep, you prayed for him before every grand prix; and your body craved him more than ever. Sharing intimate moments like you did tonight will definitely cause you more problems in the future. 

You were the one to pull away to stare at Lewis’ face. It broke your heart to notice that he still had the same sad eyes he had the day you divorced. "Lewis, it’s not easy for me either."

"Yeah, but you don’t have the burden of responsibility for our marriage failure." You let out a loud sigh while you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. "You should forgive yourself. Honestly, we’re just human beings who are going to make mistakes at some point. Personally, I forgave you."

"Thank you, sweetie." He smiled, hoping that you could do more than forgive him one day. 

As the two of you were about to lean in for a goodbye kiss, a small voice made you jump. "Daddy, mommy?" Luna entered the room, rubbing her eyes with her plushy in her arms. A brighter smile illuminated her face as she asked, "Are you back together? Are we going to live together again?" Seeing the hope on her face made you regret those hours of pleasure. You immediately released Lewis to kneel in front of your daughter. "Hum. Mom and dad are just good friends. They’re not getting back together, babygirl." Luna looked down with glistening eyes. The sourness of regret hit you as you looked at her. It was stupid of you to not think about the consequences. Of course, your four-year-old daughter would assume that you were back with her dad. "Why is daddy sleeping here then?" Lewis decided to intervene to help you. "Hum. Daddy was just about to leave, babygirl. As good friends, daddy just needed a hug from mommy." Luna nodded, the disappointment in her eyes was obvious. "How about daddy get you back in bed before he leaves?" Luna rubbed her eyes before jumping into her daddy’s arms and tightly wrapping her own arms around his shoulders. 

When the two of them left your bedroom, tears fell down your face. You really needed to do better to stop hurting your daughter, she deserved better. In less than ten minutes, Lewis was back in the bedroom to collect his stuff and leave. As you accompanied him to the door, you felt the need to clarify things. "Lewis, we can’t slip like that anymore. From now on, we’re just going to be parents, okay? I don’t ever want to see the disappointment I saw on her face earlier on. She deserves better. Text me when you make it home, please." Lewis gave you a weak smile before turning around and leaving. A part of you wanted to run to him and confess that you wanted to try again. Yet, the other was mature enough to know that your daughter's well-being came first. With a broken heart and tame horniness, you returned to your cold and empty bed, thinking about Lewis. "I’m home. I agree with you, let’s keep it to co-parenting."

Monte Carlo, Monaco

Three months later…

Nausea, changing mood, vomiting, dizziness—if you were honest with yourself, it could only mean one thing. You had the exact same symptoms as Luna. Since that heated night with Lewis, the two of you have kept your relationship pretty cordial. Refusing to create any kind of friendship since both of you knew how things could quickly escalate. 

To be precise, you were the one to keep the distance. If it only depended on Lewis, you probably would have remarried. Luna was extremely needy these days, which made things more complicated for you and your symptoms. No, it couldn't be real. Not when you took the emergency pill the next morning. Sure, the pill was not 100% effective, but you still had hope that you were just sick, lacking in vitamins, or whatever, as long as you were not pregnant. 

”Pregnant," the test clearly ended any kind of hope you had. After checking the second one just in case, there were no doubts left. You were pregnant with Lewis second child. One of your worst fears would become true, being a divorced mother of two children was not something you never thought about. How are you going to announce it to him? How will Luna react? So many questions popped into your head. A part of you suggests getting back with him so you can form the perfect little family again. The other part was scared of feeling that same pain again, scared of feeling lonely and heartbroken again. Announcing that news on the phone was not the best idea, not in the situation you were in. Therefore, you decided to spend the weekend in Monaco so you could peacefully find a solution to your pregnancy. 

After dressing, you decided to surprise him at his apartment. You were already three months pregnant, so there was no need to wait to tell him the news. A gasp of surprise escaped your mouth when you saw Fencer opening the door. After an awkward moment of silence, he greeted you in a manner that alerted you. Perhaps you were inside your head. Also, it would make sense for his friends, or brothers, as he likes to call them, to hate you. Witnessing their friend suffer, going through a heartbreak of such intensity was not the best way to gain sympathy. On the other hand, you could not care less about their opinions of you. It’s not like they were inside your marriage. The only version they had was Lewis’ one, and you were completely okay with that. The more you walked inside his Monaco apartment, the more you could feel the heavy atmosphere. Travelling all the way to Monte Carlo was the only way to address the issue. If you were still husband and wife, or even boyfriend and girlfriend, you would never have bothered to go to such extremes. However, as ex-wife and ex-husband, you needed to speak face-to-face to find the quickest and most convenient solution for everybody. 

Fencer offered to sit down before bringing you some drinks. The awkwardness he displayed at the beginning morphed into some kindness and attention. He asked about you, Luna, and your new life as a divorced mother. "It’s not easy, but we’re doing our best, right?" After talking to Fencer for ten minutes, you started to wonder where Lewis was and why he had not mentioned him since you arrived. "Where is Lewis? I came all the way to talk to him. It’s very important." Fencer cleared his throat before replying, "He’s out. Probably went running or something." His answer surprised you: There is no way in the world that Fencer is with Lewis, and they are not working out together. Something was not clicking. "Oh, why didn’t you go with him?"

"I need to rest my muscles today." You nodded, feeling the lie all over his breath. What in the universe were they hiding from you? "I’ll wait for him then." Fencer put on another uncomfortable smile before suggesting you come back later. "No, I can’t miss him today. Sorry. Are you waiting for someone special? If that’s the case, just be honest enough. You’re too grown to pull up lies." 

Fencer should have known better than to lie to you. Of course, you would figure it out very quickly and call him out on his bullshit. As Fencer was about to add another word, Lewis’ voice interrupted your conversation. "Bro, thank you for inviting Lindsay. You’re the best." Fencer rubbed his face out of embarrassment, it was only a matter of seconds before you understood. Lewis’ jaw almost fell on the floor when his eyes landed on you. "Y/N? What is going on? Is everything alright? What about Luna? Is she fine?" You gave him a death glare as you stared at his half-naked body. "If Luna had a problem, don’t you think that I’d rather be by her side?" Another voice stopped the conversation, this time it was a woman’s voice. "Lewis, daddy. Come back to bed. I need you." The blonde girl’s blue eyes widened at the sight of Lewis’ ex-wife in the apartment.

You let out a nervous laugh before turning to Fencer. "Is that why you lied to me?" Fencer looked away, incapable of providing a substantial reply. "Whatever. Lewis, I didn’t come to spy on your sexual life. I came because I need to talk to you."

"Hum. Okay, let’s go to the balcony. I’ll be right back, Lindsay." Imagining them having sex in the bedroom you once shared with him disgusted you. Sure, you have been divorced for nine months, but you thought that he would truly fight for you. Instead, he went back to his old ways, which consisted of fucking models. The exact playboy you knew before he made the decision to commit to you.

Lewis sat on the sofa while you stayed up, leaning against the balcony rampart. "I’m worried. Why didn’t you call?"

"Because I feel like it’s not the type of news you give on the phone." You replied coldly, not bothering to look at him. Your heart had a hard time processing that he had already moved on without even trying to win your heart again. "I’m listening." 

"Before I start, next time when you’re having random hookups, tell your friends not to lie. It’s completely unnecessary. After all, you’re a nine-month-divorced man, right?" Lewis furrowed his brows at your sudden switch and coldness. "His reaction is normal. We didn’t expect you here."

"I didn’t want to come, believe me. I just don’t have the choice." Lewis intensely stared at you, as if he tried to second-guess the news. 

You looked at the sea before pronouncing the sentence, "I’m pregnant, Lewis." His eyes widened while he let out a shocked scream, "Huh?" In his head, it felt like treason. How did you move on so fast? How were you ready to have a kid with another man when you planned on extending the family with him? If he could scream out of rage, he would have. As if the news was not painful enough, you had to travel all the way to kill him from the inside. "Lewis, say something."

"I’m disappointed, but congrats to you and your new buddy." You furrowed your brows before shaking your head. The audacity of him to think that you could let any random man get you pregnant. "Lewis, are you serious? Wait, what the fuck? Do you really think that I would easily throw seven years of my life behind me with the first incomer? I suggest you get your shit together." Lewis looked surprised at your reaction and confused. "May I remind you that we had sex three months ago? When did you drop Luna home from your weekend in Monaco? You’re the father, Lewis."

"Wait, I thought you took an emergency pill."

"I did, but they’re not 100% effective. Proof is that I’m three months pregnant." Lewis rubbed his face. He hated to lose control. First, he lost control of his marriage and relationship, and now he would have to welcome a baby with his ex-wife. Out of panic and frustration, Lewis asked, "Are you sure that I’m the father?"

The fear you previously had was replaced by anger. How dare he? "Excuse me? Do you really think I’m that kind of person? What would I even gain from lying? You’re my ex-husband. There’s literally nothing for me to gain by lying about this. Anyway, you know what? Fuck you, Lewis. I’ve had enough. Go back, fucking Lindsay, while I figure out how I’m going to take care of my kids." Lewis immediately got up when he saw the disgust and anger on your face. Why did he have to make things even more complicated? 

"Wait, sweetie. This is not what I meant. I’m sorry." Lewis ran after you, trying to catch your hand. The second his hand touched your arm, you stopped in your tracks. "Let it go." You spat in the firmest tone he had ever heard. "Sweetie, don’t do it. We need to talk." 

"I said, fuck you, Lewis." You replied back in an aggressive tone before brushing his hand against your body. He quickly realised how stupid he was for insinuating that you were a liar. In seven years of relationship, he should know that you don’t lie. Only the truth comes out of your mouth, you were honest—brutally honest sometimes, if he had to describe it precisely. Now, he needed to think about how he was going to fix his mess before you leave the country.

****

Out of anger, you aggressively threw your belongings in the small suitcase you prepared for the weekend. The hopes for reconciliation, harmony, and friendship vanished in a matter of seconds, just because of his stupid words. Your puffy and red eyes revealed how bad the cut was. Before meeting him, you still had hope for reconciliation. However, your mind changed when you saw the blonde girl appear in the living room. At that moment, you realised that you might have lost him for good. Yet the final straw was still coming. In a million years, you could never have thought that Lewis could think such a thing about you. Not when he knew like no one else did. Once you were done packing your stuff, you sat down on the bed. "Looks like it’s just going to be the three of us, babe." You whispered while tenderly rubbing your stomach. Since you were starving, you opted to try one of the many great restaurants in town. After all, you were in Monaco without Luna. Mommy times were pretty rare, so you needed to enjoy them. As you were about to put your shoes on, the phone in your hotel room rang, which did nothing but intensify your anger. "Mrs. YLN? Mr. Lewis Hamilton would like to see you, should we allow him to?" Of course, he would find out about your hotel. The man knew exactly which hotel was your favourite in Monaco. After years of trying them all, your heart finally chose Monte Carlo Bay. You let out a groan before agreeing. 

If it only depended on your feelings, you would never have allowed him in. Nevertheless, you could not be selfish because Lewis was still the father of your daughter and future child. There was no way you could fully turn your back on him. The knocks on the door brought you back to reality, to a conversation you would have preferred to never have. 

"Sweetie, I’m sorry." He whispered, almost out of breath.

"Stop calling me sweetie. You can be sure now more than ever that the only type of relationship we will have is coparenting." Lewis let out a loud sigh, fully aware that he had only worsened the situation with his reaction.

"Listen, I know you’re pissed, but we shouldn’t make any decisions when we’re angry. Especially not about our kids." You crossed your arms, attentively listening to him. "Our kids? You mean our kid since the second one isn’t yours, right? Damn, Lewis, you’re back on your playboy life, and suddenly you can’t think anymore."

"I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you. Guess I just panicked because I hate losing control." You looked down, wondering how you would be able to manage it. "I came all the way so we could find a solution. Before we start thinking, I’m letting you know that abortion is off the table."

Lewis titled his head to the side. "I would never have asked you to do that. You know me, I’m not that man."

"With what you said to me earlier, I’m staying on my guard." Lewis sat down on the sofa, right next to you. "Sweetie, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you."

"Whatever, what are we doing? Can you think quickly? I would like to go to dinner."

"I could go with you."

"Absolutely not. Also, don’t you have a woman waiting for you at home?" Lewis threw his head back while rubbing his face. You started to mimic his voice: "Yeah, my focus is on getting my ex-wife back. You’re so full of shit. No, you’re busy banging insta models."

"Oh no, we’re not playing this game right now. I’ve tried non-stop for nine months, you never gave me the opportunity to prove myself. You literally blocked every single attempt. You always co-parented zoned me. You can’t complain. Yeah, I’m fucking because I need to. Nobody is holding you back from doing the same." You crossed your arms, avoiding looking at him. If not, you were scared to lose your temper and say or do things you might regret. Even if, deep inside, you knew he was telling the truth, you wouldn’t admit it. "I don’t give a fuck about your sex life. Find a solution about the baby in my uterus, Lewis."

"We should have this conversation tomorrow around brunch. What do you think? I feel like we’re both tensed, so we won’t make the best decisions."

"Why are you even tensed for, uh? Yeah, let’s talk tomorrow. So you can peacefully fuck your blonde girl. You know what? I’m going to repeat what I said earlier, Lewis: Fuck you. Now get out of my room real quick." Lewis stood up, looking down at you while you rolled your eyes. "I’m not going anywhere because we have a problem to solve. It’s a serious issue, we’re talking about my kids. Even if you decide to go to that restaurant, I’m going to follow you anyway. I don’t play around when it comes to my kids." You let out a loud sigh, knowing that the man wouldn’t back up. Starting a fight would not pay off. 

"Fine. We have an hour ahead of us, I’m going to call to delay. Sorry, but I really need this time on my own." Lewis nodded as he sat closer to you. "How do you feel?"

"I have the same symptoms I had for Luna. Talking about her, I don’t know if she feels that I’m pregnant because she’s more demanding than usual." Lewis tenderly rubbed your back as you looked down. "I have a solution, but you won’t like it."

"Say it." Lewis tried to take your hand, but you moved it. "Maybe I should come back to live with you." A small giggle escaped your lips while you shook your head. "Man, you’re never home. What is it supposed to do for us?"

"It’s true, but I can try to spend more time home. Look, you’re going to need help and a presence at home. Luna will need more attention, and you will get more tired. Do you have a better idea?"

"I thought about a nanny or my mother. She could live with us for a year." 

"I refuse. I’m the dad, it’s my role to be there for my family. It’s not your mother’s role." You let out an annoyed sigh before thinking about that option. After all, Luna would be happy to have her dad at home and spend more time with him. "What about Luna? What if she thinks that we’re getting back together?"

"We’ll explain it to her before I move in. She’s smart enough to get it." You nodded, not imagining a better option. It would be cruel of you not to give your second child the opportunity to have his dad by his side like Luna did. "Alright, but it doesn’t mean that we’re back together. You’re a roommate. Oh, we’re also not sleeping in the same room. And your hookups aren’t allowed in the familial home."

"Who the fuck do you think I am? Seriously? Do you really think I’d bring random people around my kids? Respect me, please."

"Whatever, Lewis. Now that we have found common ground, let me go enjoy my dinner."

"Wait. I’m thankful for the new one on the way. I’ve always wanted a second child. Just not in those conditions. I’m still on the grid, and to top it all off, I’m divorced." 

"Well, we’re going to make it work. This isn’t what we wanted or imagined, but it’s our reality."

"I promise to not let you down this time." He whispered, directly looking into your eyes. "You mean, let your kids down, right?" Lewis grinned while nodding. "Yeah."

"Hum. Good night, Lewis. Lindsay is probably waiting for you." 

"If I didn’t know you, I would have thought that you were jealous." 

"I’m not. The sex we had, I know you can’t find anywhere. You can try as much as you want to reproduce it, we both know you can’t. Enjoy, just make sure she’s not getting pregnant too." You sent him a kiss before disappearing in a taxi. Lewis had a huge grin on his face. The Gods finally heard his prayers. It was his chance to get his family back, and he would not let it go to waste. "Thank God. I’m getting my wife back."

****

Lewis meticulously established a plan to get you back the second he entered the house. He truly wanted to prove to you that he was a changed man—the one you needed him to be and the only one you should be with. 

You announced the news to your daughter Luna, who was extremely happy to know that she was going to live with her two parents. To top it all off, she is going to be a big sister. Her light brown curls bounced while she jumped in front of the door, waiting for her father and Roscoe in excitement. The second the door opened, she ran towards Lewis. "Daddy!" The two of them hugged tightly while whispering how much they missed one another. Once he put Luna down, she got to her knees to play with one of her best friends, Roscoe. 

Lewis approached you and kissed both of your cheeks. "Hey future mama! How are you today?" Having his smell in the house again did not feel weird, contrary to what you thought. It just feels like he never left in the first place. "Thankful because I don’t feel nauseous." If you were honest, the first few weeks felt weird. Having your ex-husband live with you is not a common thing. However, the feeling quickly dissipated when you realised that Lewis made all the efforts to not invade your personal space. Quickly, he became more than a roommate, he became a friend again. You sometimes shared dinner together, spent the evening playing video games or board games, and even watched series or movies together. A company that brought you a sort of peace and protection. 

*****

After two months, Lewis decided that the time had come to speed things up. Since the next race was in two weeks, he had more time to spend at home with his loved ones. That night, he knew you would come home late, due to your meeting with a very demanding client. The idea was not to scare you or put any kind of pressure on you. He wanted things to happen naturally. You let out a gasp when you entered the living room. Lewis prepared a food board with a mocktail. Some candles lit the dark room. "Hey, I know you had a long day. I hope it helps." The attention warmed your heart, it reminded you of the man you married years ago. "Oh yeah, it will. Thank you so much. Too bad I can’t have wine." Lewis smiled, taking your bag and coat. "Lewis, I know you too well. Don’t you think that it's a date, tho." Lewis giggled, he didn’t care about your suspicion. He would still go with his plan. "Come on, it’s a friend's attention." The night resulted in one of the best chill nights you've had. The two of you spoke about deep subjects until you fell asleep on the couch. 

****

As the months passed by, you were getting closer to Lewis without truly realising it. Your old feelings and desires resurfaced, making it hard for you to not open your mind about a potential second chance. Thus far, he has proved that he is a changed man. Still, you needed to be careful not to fall into something you would have a hard time handling later on. He was probably the best friend a girl could have, he was caring even when he was not home. He made sure that you rested as much as you could during the pregnancy, that your cravings were taken care of, and that you were mentally doing well. The caring, empathetic, and protective sides of him did nothing but fuel your old feelings. It was good to feel like family again. 

Lewis’ interpretation of Usher is probably going to be a lifetime memory. When he took his shirt off, you laughed even louder, almost peeing in your pants. "Lewis! Stop! I'm going to piss in my pants." The laughter was interrupted when your baby kicked your stomach. "Ouch!" Lewis immediately stopped and kneeled in front of you. "Is everything alright?"

"Just our baby complaining about the noises by kicking my stomach." The two of you giggled before you took his hand and placed it on your rounded belly. Lewis tenderly caressed your stomach while speaking to the baby. "Hey little one. Sorry for bothering your sleep and making mommy laugh that hard." You smiled at the cute interaction before a yawn escaped your mouth. "Thank you for the laughs, daddy Lewis, but the time has come for us to go to sleep." You blew him a kiss before leaving the room. The reason you escaped was not only sleep, you also wanted to tame the ragging sexual desire that grew day by day, along with your feelings for him. 

****

That night, you finally gave in. The horniness became unbearable, and unfortunately, your sex toys and fingers could not do that much anymore. Your heart raced while you knocked on the door. The sight of Lewis torso made you salivate and worsen your raging hormones. "Hey, is everything alright? Do you need something?" You looked down and played with your fingers, too embarrassed to speak. "I know I said we’re friends, but I can't help anymore, I need your dick. Of course, if you feel too uncomfortable about the situation, I will understand. Also, what can happen? I’m already pregnant, right?" Lewis replied to your offer by giggling and eagerly capturing your lips. "I’d be glad to help a horny mom out."

"Don’t make me change my mind." You laughed as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. 

****

The friendship turned into a friendship with benefits. Of course, you tried your best to hide that slight change in the relationship. First, protect your daughter Luna and do not give her fake hopes. Second, your parents and friends were not comfortable with the idea of Lewis and you living together. If they knew that you were also having sex, they would probably persuade you to suggest that he go live elsewhere. Something you refused to hear because you were more than happy with the current situation. Delighted to see how much progress Lewis has made, he was the same man who basically had significant growth. However, one question kept wandering in your mind. Was he messing around with other girls? Since you weren’t in a relationship, those types of questions were borderline. At the dinner table, the atmosphere was always as light as possible. It was important for Luna to be able to enjoy those moments that were not that common due to her father’s career. Lewis stared at you while he cleaned his hand with a napkin. "I’m attending the Versace show in Cannes next week."

”Oh, that’s cool. The F1 star near a fashion podium, who would have thought?" Your sarcasm was one of the traits that made him fall in love with you. "Do you want to come with me?"

You almost spat your water at his offer. With his straight face, you knew he was serious. "I’m pregnant, Lewis. I don’t think that’s a good idea." At the sight of the smirk on his face, you knew that he understood that you were lying. "You still can travel. It’s not because you’re pregnant that you’re forced to stay home." Luna looked at you with a grin. "You should go with daddy, mama."

"I don’t want people to know that I’m pregnant. Also, let’s be real. My presence will spark public scrutiny because we’re supposed to be a divorce couple."

"Sweetie, by now you should know that I don’t care about people’s opinions. They can think whatever, we’re the ones to know the truth."

"Mommy, please. Go, so you have cool stories to tell me." Seeing your daughter's little face trying to convince you didn’t help. 

"I have nothing to wear." Lewis laughed while shaking his head. "It’s not a problem, and you know it, come on."

"Please, mommy. You said daddy is your friend, so you should go with him." After rolling your eyes, you agreed to go with him. "One thing, I want us to be the most discreet possible." Lewis nodded with a wide smile. "Thank you, sweetie. I appreciate."

Cannes, France

The control freak Lewis planned everything for your arrival in Cannes. When you landed, you split into two different cars in case the paparazzi were following you. Once you arrived at the hotel, a glam team was waiting for you in the suite. "Here is the queen of the day, please take good care of her." Lewis explained to the team before kissing your cheek. ” I'll see you later, I need to get ready. I’ll send a different car for you." 

"Thank you, Lewis." You rubbed his forearm while you sat down to get ready for the Versace show. 

The small attentions Lewis has implemented to make you feel like a queen did not go unnoticed. Without realising it, you were falling in love again. The problem is that you cannot help, but think about other girls. What if he truly considered your relationship a friendship with benefits? It would break your heart, even if you refused to admit it. The second you arrived at the show, his eyes could not stop looking at you. To make it seem as if you were not together, they placed you at different tables. Since the nature of your relationship was blurry, you’d rather keep things low-key. Lewis discreetly turned his head plenty of times to ask if you were okay, smile at you, or even wink at you. The questions in your head increased when you saw how women were looking at him and how some were flirting with him. Jealousy is a feeling you hate. If you were still his wife, you would not have given in to that feeling easily. After all, Lewis was a beautiful, single man, what did you expect? The evening ended with a very private dinner organised by Donatella herself. 

During the dinner, Lewis openly wrapped his arm around your shoulder and caressed your stomach, making everybody in the room understand that you held his heart. Once you went back to the hotel, Lewis hugged you from behind. "Hey, pretty little thing. You look gorgeous. The styling team did a great job." You smiled when he kissed your neck. "Thanks, mate." Lewis furrowed his brows.

"Don’t call me mate." The two of you laughed before abandoning yourselves to the undeniable sexual chemistry between you. 

Lewis could read the worries on your face at the end of your passionate lovemaking session. 

"What’s going on? Tell me everything."

"Be honest. Are you seeing other girls?"

"Someone is curious, I see." He smirked, which made your heart jump. 

"I was, but I stopped when we started to sleep together. Since you’re pregnant, I don’t want to take any risks." Instead of feeling relief, you felt down. Basically, if you were not pregnant, he would still pursue other women. "Why are you asking that all of a sudden?" He murmured as his fingers caressed your palm and wrist. "I feel like our relationship has evolved to more than friendship."

"Sweetie, you know where I stand. If it only depends on me, know that I don't want to be your friend. Or just the baby daddy. I want us back, I want what we had back."

You slightly moved to find a more comfortable position. "I know, but what if you mess up again? I wouldn’t be able to take it."

"I won't. Just focus on my actions. Give me a chance, and you’ll see. I made that stupid mistake once. I’m not taking that risk twice. You’re the only woman I want to spend the rest of my days with. You know I don’t do commitment, but I’d do that for you, for us. Our kids deserve to grow up surrounded by our love." You took a deep breath before holding his hand. "Don’t mess it up, Lewis Hamilton." He laughed while hugging you tightly. "You won’t have to worry about me. I promise. Thank you so much for trusting me again." Lewis was more than happy, but not surprised. He knew that one day or another, he would get his wife back.

****

Never in your life would you have thought about getting married for the second time. Yet there you were with your very close friends and family members. "I do again." You whispered with your eyes glued on Lewis. A second after you both started to laugh uncontrollably. Only the two of you could truly understand it again. You've never seen Lewis grinning so hard for the longest time. 

Family and friends did not necessarily understand your choice, but they respected it anyway. No one or nothing could have made you change your mind, not when Lewis was pouring his entire soul into the relationship. The new version of Lewis was even better than the first you married. This one understood that life was more than F1. This one knew how to be more vulnerable, how to make efforts, how to be consistent, and simply how to love you and make you feel loved and cherished. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." A few tears rolled down your face as you tenderly kissed your husband. 

****

Six months later…

Holding your little boy in your arms was probably one of the best feelings in the world. The new Hamilton member, who exactly looked like his sister, Luna, peacefully slept in your arms. Lewis tenderly smiled as he rubbed the one-month-old baby. "Look at what we created. He’s so beautiful."

"Beautiful like our princess Luna." The two of you grinned at the thought of your children. "Thank you for giving me a second chance, sweetie. I’ll always be thankful for that. There’s nothing more important in this world than my family." You lightly chuckled at how Lewis made all the effort in the world for you to give him a second chance.

A few months before you gave birth, a few months after the wedding, Lewis decided that the time had come for him to retire. "Lewis, it’s not because you want your family back that you have to abandon your career and goals. I don’t want to be that kind of wife." That day, Lewis lovingly caressed your cheek as he sat by your side. "It’s not about you. I just don’t want to miss more milestones. I want to spend more time with my kids, see them grow up, and be more present in their lives. They’re more important than any title. You’re the most beautiful accomplishment of my life, my family." Contrary to the first time, Lewis held to his promises. He did everything he could to be as present as possible and to be the best partner possible. Lewis was your soulmate, he was the love of your life, and no one could replace him. The two of you were trending in the media for the longest time, but you didn’t care. No one could understand you or put themselves in your shoes.

As you were about to put your son, Apollo, to bed, he started to cry. Long story short, the name Apollo was out of the equation for a long time. Unfortunately, Luna and her dad loved this name because it would stay in the space theme. When Lewis pulled out this argument, you gave him a death glare. "I wasn’t aware, we were trying to form another galaxy." He chuckled before kissing the bridge of your nose. "Now, you know."

"My son will not be named Apollo. I don’t give a fuck, Lewis." The narrative changed when Luna begged you to call him like that. "Fine, but his second name will be Hayden. " Lewis and you shook hands. "Fine." 

The second you, Apollo, or Hayden, as you preferred to call him, felt like he was no longer in his mother's arms, he started to cry. For now, he was not really okay with Lewis holding him. "Hayden, come on. Try daddy’s arms. He won’t bite." Lewis tried to rock him while humming Calm Down by Rema. "Do you want him to turn up or sleep?" The two of you giggled, which caused your little boy to smile. "Look at him—a future troublemaker like your dad."

"Crap! Your mom is the one who cursed in front of him without even knowing me. She’s trouble." 

"If you didn’t hold my son, I would have pinched your arms." Apollo fell back asleep in his father’s arms after he hummed for a few minutes. "You’re so cute, buddy." Lewis whispered, kissing his son's forehead.

Your daughter’s radar must have activated when her dad's attention focused on Apollo. Luna took the opportunity to sneak into your king-sized bed. "Can I sleep with you, please? I want to be with my little brother." Of course, you agreed. Luna could not spend many hours without seeing her younger brother. She loved him from the bottom of her heart. You could tell by the way she gently caressed the top of his head or just kept an eye on him in general. The three of you talked about Apollo’s habits while he was deeply asleep. "Time to sleep, guys. I need to wake up in four hours to feed Mr. Apollo Hayden Hamilton. I still can’t believe I agreed to the name Apollo." 

Luna and Lewis giggled as they shared an accomplice's stare. The type that made you melt on the spot. After less than ten minutes, everybody was asleep, except you. The sight of your little family was too beautiful for you to miss out. Luna and Lewis held hands while his free arm tightly secured Apollo, who peacefully slept on his chest. The perfect image of what you exactly imagined. An image you would not trade for anything in this world. With all the obstacles and bumps on the road, you could tell that the final result was all worth it. The man has promised to get you back, get his family back, and be a better man, and this is exactly what he did. You considered yourself lucky to fall in love with him a second time.

Lewis was right. It’s never about how you fall, it’s always about how you get up. "I love you, babies." You whispered while turning the lights off. Lewis whispered, "I hope babies include me." You laughed discreetly before pulling on his beard. "Shut your mouth and go back to sleep." The two of you giggled again. "We love you more, sweetie." Despite Luna sleeping in the middle, you find a way to peck his lips before peacefully resting your head on the pillow for a restful night of sleep. This is what you thought until Apollo started to cry in the middle of the night.

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[madameaug]

2024 goals & resolutions 🎀

with 2024 right around the corner I figured it would be a good idea to list out some of my 2024 goals in the different areas of my life. I will have financial goals, health goals, fitness goals, academic goals, and relationship goals.

💕 Financial Goals

build my savings account to a minimum of 1000$ by the end of the year

save enough (~800$) to move into an apartment with my boyfriend

pay off my two credit cards, then use them sparingly

begin investing my money

use a monthly budget spreadsheet (loosely)

💕 Health Goals

Follow a semi anti inflammatory diet using the 80/20 principle

get closer to my goal weight range (healthy weight for my height)

only eat out on occasions, otherwise cook at home only

incorporate more whole foods into my diet

stay hydrated on a consistent level

💕 Fitness Goals

walk 7k-10k steps daily

keep a consistent weight lifting/cardio routine

begin attending pilates/workout classes

don't skip any of my yoga classes at my university

work on improving health and reaching my dream physique

💕 Academic Goals

raise my GPA closer to a 4.0

pass spring/fall classes with all B's/A's

keep a consistent study routine

turn in all assignments conplete and on time

increase class attendance as I am paying for my education and should utilize class time

💕 Relationship Goals

join one to two on campus clubs

make a friend or two within my major

take myself on solo dates

weekly dates with my boyfriend

keep in contact with all friends I make

💕 Random Goals

Read at least 3 books in their entirety throughout the year

Move into a new apartment/rented house

Continue regular posts on my tumblr

Get to N5/N4 level of Japanese proficiency

Get to conversational fluency in Spanish

Those are my goals for the next year! Given that there are 365 days in a year, I should be able to accomplish at least 85% of these!

til next time lovelies 🩷

[madameaug]

oooo can you do when Jeanie pranks jungkook by saying another man’s name? Love the fictions keep it up!

Sure! I'm going to keep the 'wrong name' basis but add my own twist :) Hope it still meets your requests.

*just for this imagine Jungkook has continued down his path as a singer/member of BTS. Not a boxer but everything else remains the same

Pairing: Jungkook x Jenentte

"Guess what I learned about your daddy?" Jennette asked to Peanut as she swung her legs to the right. She wiped her daughter's hind legs with a moist wipe, removing all of the urine.

"Appa?"

"Yes! Guess what I learned about him." Jennette tossed the wipe into the trashcan, sliding up the fresh diaper up Peanut's legs. She babbled a response squirming slightly from the cold air. Tilting her up, her polka-dot leggings rose with no issue.

"His English name is Justin. Isn't that a funny name?" Wiggling her nose against Peanut's, causing her to laugh. Her two baby teeth peeked out of her gums. As quickly as Peanut was growing up, she was starting to resemble a lot like her mother. Those first few months of baldness were over and she had a decent amount of hair. If Jennette used a small rubber band, she could do pigtails.

"Why would he want to name himself Justin. Your appa is so silly." She carried Peanut in her arms and walked out of the woman's bathroom. "Let's prank him, okay?"

Not really sure what her mother was stating, Peanut clapped.

"Appa. Appa."

They returned to the table of three where Jungkook was sitting. Peanut slid perfectly into the restaurant's booster. It had been a while since the family of three had been out in public together. With Jungkook's commitments and Jennette's new managerial role their time together was limited.

But with the members pursuing solo endeavors now, it was the most free time Jungkook has had in a really long time. He was spending every moment possible with his family.

"Peanut cheese!" Jungkook pulled out his phone, taking pictures. Ever since he became a father, he's found no reason to take a picture of Peanut. Her first time at a restaurant, he took a picture. First time touching the grass, he took a picture. First time using the potty, you guessed it. He took a picture.

Like a subject of classical conditioning, Peanut started cheesing. Her cheeks were open, her eyes closed, and drool slipped down her mouth. Jennette jokes that if Peanut were to model, she wouldn't be camera shy.

"Justin, can you pass me that napkin?"

Watching the clear liquid string down onto Peanut's shirt, Jungkook moved with haste. Not even registering the name Jennette just called him.

"What did you say?

Before Jennette could respond, the waiter brought the food out.

The steam coming from his plate enticed him. Jennette was treating him to breakfast at a black-owned restaurant. He decided to be spontaneous and try shrimp and grits. Looking at his dish, he could tell his shrimp was well seasoned. The grits were thick and cheesy.

Taking a spoonful, he had to bite his tongue from releasing a satisfied moan. The grits were hotter than he anticipated, but they were too good for him to spit out. So he tried to cool it off with his mouth.

Nodding his head he quoted the saying of food reviewer Keith Lee.

"For sho, you right on." He fed himself another spoonful. "I don't know why you kept me from this place for so long. It's so good."

Jennette smiled, seeing Jungkook enjoy his food.

"Well this can become our little spot."

"Absolutely."

"Justin." Peanut grabbed onto Jungkook's shoulder. She wanted to get his attention and try some of his bowl's food.

"Who's Justin, baby?"

"You're Justin, Justin."

"What?" Jungkook was addled. Slowly scooping up a Peanut appropriate amount of grits. Who the fuck was Justin? This man who apparently has been around his girl and baby. Jungkook looked to Jennette for a clue, but her face was neutral.

"Tell appa who Justin is baby."

"Pleaseeee." She leaned her body, trying to get closer to the spoon of grits in Jungkook's hand.

Not denying his baby girl the grits any longer, he fed her. Watching the good food hit her belly. She smiled, then opened her mouth again.

"Justin look at this funny meme." Jennette laughed while showing her phone. It was a funny new parent post of Instagram that Jennette had been following since she learned she was pregnant.

Taking her phone, Jungkook tucked her phone under his thigh. "Who the hell is Justin? Cause it's not me, and you got my Peanut repeating after you."

"Just a guy I know."

"Who is he." Jungkook's tone was becoming more assertive. He was tired of repeating of himself. And the longer he was going without knowing 'Justin's identity the more he feared ruining this nice family breakfast.

"Jennette, please, my patience is thinning out."

Taking him at his word, Jennette answered his question.

"I found an old video of you saying that you wanted to go by Justin. I shared that with Peanut in the bathroom. It was just a prank, there's no Justin."

Jungkook's face immediately softened. He playfully rolled his eyes. Knowing exactly what interview you were referring to.

"Oh gosh, you watched that clip." He physically cringed. Peanut whined still wanting some grits. Jungkook pulled her onto his lap. Feeding the remaining of his grits to his baby girl.

"I'd hate to be Justin right now." Jennette laughed.

"Whatever." Jungkook kissed Peanut's cheek. Enjoying the rest of the breakfast hour with his little family.

AND SCENE <3

Happy holidays to all of my beautiful followers and readers. May the holidays be enjoyable and relaxing for you. 2024 is just around the corner. Wonderful things are waiting for you. Smooches ~~~

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[madameaug]

Work Wife || JJK x OC

Pairing: Jungkook x Jennette

Context: Jungkook's self-appointed work wife oversteps at the Christmas party.

*woman is not a face claim for Jennette

"Is this Mick Jung of the residence?" Jennette was polite when speaking to the woman who answered the door. She was unable to attend the office ceremony due to securing child care for Peanut. She was going to have a sleep over at her Godmother Nala “Lala” house. So Jungkook texted her just to come to the after party at Mick’s house. She had sat in the car for five minutes, ringing Jungkook’s phone. But knowing him he was probably in some deep conversation not paying any attention to his phone.

Yasmin, the woman answering the door was the gyms talent acquisition director. Jennette had seen her before in passing at some of Jungkook and Jaehyun’s fights. However this was the first she ever directly interacted with her.

"Whose asking?" Penny stands up straighter to prevent Jennette from looking inside the house. Unlike Jennette, Yasmin knew exactly who Jennette was. The girlfriend of her work crush. She thought she would have Jungkook to herself, since there was no sign of her at the office.

“Jennette?” She didn’t like that her response came out like a question. If she Yasmin kept staring her down she would feel compelled to pull out her drivers license.

"Yo!" Coming to Jennette's rescue was Mick. "Don't close the door on her. Come on in."

Reluctantly, Penny stepped aside to let Jenentte inside the house. The home decor was seasonal with a gold and white Christmas theme.

“Mick you must clearly be in the Christmas mood.” Jennette complimented. This was her first time stepping foot in his home in person but she’s seen pictures. It was a bachelor pad, but not as messy. Sexually suggestive artwork with proudly displayed alcohol bottles.

It was what you expect a boy decorating his first college apartment to look like. Mick was past his college days by at least a decade. But shared the same taste as one.

“I have very important company over.” His head turned toward an asian woman looking around the apartment. A red solo cup in her hand, but she had on thigh high heels. Her salt and pepper hair was blowed out straight and framed her thin face nicely. She looked like she meant business. A sharp contrast to Mick’s goofy demeanor.

“I see.”

“She’s so pretty.”

Mick was clearly drunk, but in good spirits. He was chatty, escorting Jenentte into the thick of the party. Friends of Mick were socializing with cups of jello shots in their hands.

"How's my girl doing. She talking yet?" Mick asked about his honorary niece.

"Is she talking? She won't stop talking." Jennette gushed. Peanut was finding her voice. Instead of relying on hand gestures to communicate what she wants, she'll use her voice. Her voice was raspy, but so adorable.

"All day she just tell me and Jungkook 'no'."

Jennette soon realized she was talking to herself, as Mick was swayed into another conversation. Slightly awkward Jennette went on the hunt for Jungkook. The person she was accompanying at this event in the first place.

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Jennette hadn't realized she stepped into the lioness den. It didn't take her long to find Jungkook in the house. He was in the kitchen talking to Jaehyun and Yasmin. His back was to her front.

Yasmin put on her friendly act, announcing Jennette arrival. Jungkook was overly excited and kissed her forehead affectionately.

“So this is the Jennette I’ve heard so much about.” Yasmin started, catching the attention of Jungkook. The statement was odd. He didn’t go rambling about his relationship with Jennette. Unless he was in Mick’s office then he would talk his head off about his family. Never to regular employees at the gym. Especially not to those that work more in the office than the physical gym.

“So what are y’all? Like friends or something.”

“We’re dating.” Jennette answered shirt and sweetly. Unsure of what Yasmin’s motives taking a sudden interest in her relationship with Jungkook. She could assume that it wasn’t good, from the cold welcome she got at the door.

“She’s the mother of my child.” Jungkook corrected.

“Oh so she’s just your baby momma.” She swallowed the jell-o shot. The liquid courage making her bolder with the following statements.

“Are you expecting again?”

“No.”

“Oh! Oh my goodness. I’m so sorry.” She turned to make a face, believing the at if she twisted her body, Jennette couldn’t see the fake guilty on her face.

“Let’s talk about something else.” Jaehyun steered the conversation away the emotional landmines, Yasmin was trying to set.

“I didn’t mean to be rudeee. I just thought Jungkook and I were close.”

“When we trained together a couple of times, sitting beside each other in meetings, going to talk to potential clients together. We had a lot of good times together.” Her voice was drawn out trying to create a seductive drawl.

The mind tricks did little to her. Plus she didn’t know Jungkook six years ago. Anything before they started dating she couldn’t hold him accountable for.

“Yasmin that was one time and almost six years ago. When I first moved to Georgia.”

“Did you know that so many people shipped us together. We were like husband and wife. We were like the ideal couple, that never was. I was the one who got away.”

“Work wife?” Jungkook nearly choked on his shot.

Yasmin was trying to frame her words to have a deeper meaning then what truly happened. Like a lioness showing her claws, to warn prey that she was dangerous. If Penny was trying to spark a light of jealously in Jennette, then she was failing. If anything she was only making Jungkook more annoyed and irritated by her presence.

"Are yall in love or something? Or is this a temporary thing?"

"Yasmin I think you've had too many shots. They literally have a kid together." Jaehyun chimed in. Not sure why Yasmin was choosing this moment in particular to interogate Jungkook.

"I didn’t get this tattoo for nothing.” He stretched his neck, showing his tattoo dedicated to Jennette. It was Jennette's lip print on the right side of his neck, with the letter 'J' in cursive.

He also just got a tattoo dedicated to Peanut as well. Except it was on his chest. Her infant foot prints on his chest, above his heart. There was no doubt in his mind about how committed he was to his family. Jennette and Peanut were his girls for life.

"I think the babysitter is calling." Jennette spoke up to Jungkook. It was the secret code that they would use to excuse themselves out in public. Taking his cue, he exuded himself from the conversation. Saying goodbye to Jaehyun in Korean.

Once out of Yasmin ear shot the couple immediately started laughing.

"If looks could kill." Jennette started. "I think Yasmin like you."

"Literally no."

"She was definitely marking her territory. It would explain the warm welcome I got at the door."

"Wait, what did she say to you?"

"It's not necessarily what she said. It was more of how she said it. Her body language spoke volumes.”

"I've literally only seen her four times. And I'm not even exaggerating."

"Sounds like you've made quite the impression, Mr. Jeon."

"Marry me."

"Is that your proposal?"

"Not the official one. But I do want to marry you."

"Looks I need to marry you, before ole girl comes snatches you up."

"Hush." Jungkook looked over his shoulder.

"I wouldn't let that happend. I didn't push out your baby just stay a baby momma."

"My sexy baby momma. Soon to be wife.”

"Damn right."

Jungkook opened Jennette's door. Running to his side and opening up his door.

"What about Mick?" Jennette's seatbelt clicked.

"He's playing host, so he's distracted." Jungkook shrugged waisting no time pulling out of the lot.

In the mist of their comfortable silence, Jungkook brought up the question.

"You didn't technically answer my question."

"Well you didn't techincally ask so I don’t have to answer."

I just want some reassurance. You still want to be the future Mrs. Jeon."

"Assuming I'm still gonna get a real proposal when I'm not in cheesy Christmas pajamas. Yes, Jungkook I'll marry you."

Jungkook didn't respond but a huge grin appeared on his face. He pumped his fist, hitting his knuckles on the overhead of the car.

“Ow!”

#jungkook x jennette #black writers #black fem reader #jungkook #black oc #madameaug #jeon jungkook #jungkook x black oc #jungkook imagines #black fem oc #bts

[madameaug]

summary: in which jungkook gets his motorcycle license and you don’t believe in fate.

idol!jungkook x reader, est. relationship / fluff, a dash of angst / word count: 5.5k

content/warnings: protective!bf jungkook 🫡 / jk gives oc h*ckeys / jk is sad and scared bc many couples r breaking up :( then he gets h*rny and i can’t blame him bc oc is hot / oc loves short skirts n jk is stressed / oc gets an anxiety attack !! bc they thought jk got into an accident / bam cameo <3

> in which masterlist!

note: ART REPORTING FOR DUTY 🫡 it’s been a while so i feel quite rusty and my brain is fried pls bear with me </3 i’m excited to post regularly again and get back into the flow hehe. as always feedback and reblogs are appreciated! 🥺

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it is a rather calm afternoon in your shared apartment. you and jungkook may be together in the living room, but you’re each spending your alone time.

you’re sitting on the couch with bam’s head on your lap, your not-so-little baby sleeping soundly. you indulge yourself in a fashion magazine, occasionally lifting your head when you sense your boyfriend staring at you longingly from the desk. he would quickly avert his eyes to feign obliviousness, switching between the laptop or his phone to busy himself.

“babe, spit it out.” you giggle, lowering down the magazine from your face. “is there something wrong…? what do you want?”

“no, it’s nothing. just ignore me.”

“then you’re going to be upset with me when i actually do it?”

“yah! that’s not true!” he looks at you wide-eyed, chest puffing up in defense. “it’s really nothing, okay? you can go back to reading.”

“mkay, whatever you say… i’m not reading, though.”you mumble the last sentence, burying your nose in the magazine again.

with a glittery golden-inked pen, you draw a star beside a bag from the spring/summer collection that you fell in love with at first sight. you hear the clacking of the keyboard pause and resume, pause and resume, but you ignore your boyfriend’s beseeching glances like he asked you to.

minutes pass by on the clock as you flip the pages with twinkling eyes and silent squeals, but they feel like hours to jungkook.

he blinks at the laptop screen as he sinks his teeth on his bottom lip.

he just needs to do it— get it over with. whatever it is, he’s certain that the two of you could reach some sort of compromise… right?

he puts on a face of determination before wheeling the gaming chair towards where you are. and with no one to blame but himself, he releases a disgruntled noise when he collides with the leather couch. the impact sends him a couple of feet away from his destination, but his hands find purchase on your exposed thighs and he brings himself back to you.

his clinginess never fails to fill your stomach with butterflies.

you smile in secret, silent as he hooks his arms underneath your knees and lies his head beside bam’s. he kisses bam’s forehead, and in a somewhat twisted way, you are grateful for all the times the universe tugged at the string of joy and made you chase after it, because it led you here.

he has folded himself in a position that looks wildly uncomfortable, but jungkook likes to torture his senses for some reason, so you let him be. you pretend that no one has invaded your space, attached theirself to you so close that you’re carrying a quarter of their weight; feeling tickled by their exhales against your skin.

you planned to mix yourself a cocktail halfway through your magazine, but that is pushed to the bottom of things you can do now that your boyfriend is displeased with the lack of attention from his lover.

“this won’t do!”

his impatience forces him out of the chair and onto the couch, where he sneaks his strong arms around your waist. the movements shakes bam awake from his slumber. the doberman sits up, tiredly blinks at his father as if he is so done, and leaps off the couch to strut to his house.

jungkook scratches his head guiltily. “bam! dad is sorry that he disturbed your sleep!”

to no one’s surprise, he doesn’t receive a reply.

“oh, bam, are you mad at me…? you can’t be, right? you must understand… we both really love ____, don’t we?”

but he does receive one from you— a fond gaze that thinks of him bizarre.

“he’s not mad!” he defends himself.

“he should be. we were having a peaceful time together.”

“yah, that’s so mean. i’m part of this family too!” he complains with a scowl. “i want to cuddle.”

“no one’s stopping you, babe.”

this time, he hides his face in the crook of your neck.

he breathes you in, and his mind becomes clouded with the natural scent of you, so uniquely you, sweet and fresh like the clouds on a spring day, mixed with a hint of strawberries. humans smell fragrant flowers and break off their stems. jungkook smells you and he bites, sinks his teeth on your skin, sucks, again and again, and then soothes the ache with a slow and gentle slide of his tongue, but it doesn’t erase the marks that blossom into a hue of a bruise.

he licks his lips, wet with saliva, feeling cocky with the memory of your sharp inhales— cockier when he lifts his head and sees the dilation of your pupils behind a curtain of haze.

however, they’re still trained towards the fashion items printed on paper that you so desperately wish would materialize into thin air.

he groans.

“baaaaby,”

“mhmmm?” you mimic the tone of his whine, resting your head on his shoulder— just to be closer, let him know you’re here and you’re listening.

he clears his throat, prepares for the worst.

“these days, there’s something i’ve been thinking of a lot… i’ve been researching here and there, too…”

“about?”

“motorcycles…”

“okay,”

“okay?”

bewildered by your nonchalant response, he pulls away to squint at you in suspicion.

“…i’m planning to buy one and get a license? like, maybe next week?”

“okay,” you repeat yourself.

hit with a twinge of confusion, you briefly tear your eyes away from the beautiful gowns worn by beautiful models.

“are you telling me or are you asking me?”

“uh- uhm,” he stutters. “i’m telling you.”

“alright then,”

his chest puffs up as he inhales sharply. “that’s it?!”

“what do you want me to say?” you flip a page, a flicker of amusement flashing across your face. “you’re not allowed to…? i mean- sure, i can do that, too.“

“no, no, no, no, no-” he kisses your cheek— nearly, barely, he’s smiling too big to do it properly. “no, really! are you serious?”

“why won’t you believe me?” the magazine lands on your lap as you cross your arms in annoyance. “what do you think of me?”

“i heard couples really fight about this in particular, though?” he chuckles, and it’s your pouted lips’ turn to be granted a kiss. “sorry, i assumed you won’t approve of this one. you’re so strict with me about driving safely.”

“it’s no problem because i know you’re responsible. i just get worried sometimes,” you mumble. “when you’re tired from work.”

“i know,”

“good,” you sigh, leaning into him to steal a kiss yourself. “can i just ask you for one thing then?”

“yes,” he nods eagerly. “anything.”

“if i find out that you didn’t wear a helmet one time…” you tuck your bottom lip in between your teeth, unsure what type of reaction you will elicit. “you’re getting rid of it.”

“three times-”

“oh my god, absolutely not!”

the sheer horror painted on your face further fuels his mischief.

“twice?”

“you said anyth-”

“please?”

“no! then i’m getting rid of it myself!”

you shove his shoulder, and he allows himself to fall flat on the couch before bouncing back with the mission to ease your mind.

“i’m just joking, baby!” his giggles fill the entire apartment.

he cages your face in his hands but you stubbornly resist.

“i’m joking- i’m joking. i’m sorry. come here, give me a kiss.”

he makes a smooching sound with his puckered lips and you send an unimpressed glare in return.

“promise me first,” your fingers wrap around his wrist to deny his affectionate advances. “one time!”

“i promise!”

“and you won’t get angry at me?“

and with that, his heart begins to ache in his chest. the shift in your voice, the nervousness blanketed by softness… fuck.

“how hard can that possibly be?“

he just remembered how upset you were when he got himself infected after visiting a tattoo shop in america. you told him it would probably be best to do more research on the place, but he isn’t jungkook if he isn’t stubborn. it was hell, to say the least. being in pain and fighting with you for days. you would tend to him and the silence would rub salt on the wound.

today, however, he was more than prepared to defend his case in the event that he faces rejection.

he doesn’t.

on the contrary, he is a given a gift.

“i hate you,” you whimper, but your words contradict the way you respond to his kisses— the sharpness of them has been dulled by his tongue. he tastes like the green apple lollipop that you completely forgot you left on the desk four days ago.

he draws back with a playful grin.

thief… your kisses and your candy and your body and your heart. all his.

“huh, you don’t mean that.”

“i do!”

“i love you,” he utters tenderly. “i trust you to set me straight when i need to get my shit together.”

“then you understand that i just don’t want it to become a habit, right…?”

what does he think of you? a person who treats him with utmost gentleness, supports his happiness, and worries about his safety— a person more important to him than himself.

“and even if it’s only one time… we never know what’s going to happen. i wouldn’t be able to bear seeing you outside the celebrity segment of the news. jungkook, i swear.” you pray that he doesn’t hear the crack in your voice, disguising it with a layer of humor. “i will lose my mind.”

“of course i understand! that won’t ever happen, baby! i want to tell you not to worry too much, but… but to be honest… i think i will be more upset if you don’t lecture me about this kind of thing at all.”

“really?”

“yes. because then doesn’t that mean you no longer care about me?”

this whole time, you’ve been saying i don’t want you to get hurt i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you, and he hears you clearly— like how one recognizes their favorite song playing in public even from far away.

you smile sheepishly. “show me the motorcycle you want.”

your outspoken interest makes jungkook’s face light up like a christmas tree.

“there’s actually a few that i’m looking at…” he trails off, running back to the desk to grab his laptop.

“i’ll help you choose!” you clap your hands excitedly. “is there a pink one?”

“pink?!” he exclaims, which is then followed by endeared laughter. “you want it?”

you assume that he is going to ignore the silly idea, that is until he returns to his seat beside you.

“sure, there should be one somewhere.” he whispers, more to himself, typing away on the keyboard to feed your curiosity.

“really? really?” you babble, clinging to his arm to take a peek at the screen.

“hmmm,” he hums. “get a license too and i’ll buy it for you.”

a sound of disapproval bubbles in your throat. “eh, not for me. i want you to use it.”

jungkook dramatically pauses. he stares at you, doe eyes infront of blazing headlights.

he releases a burdened sigh.

“why me?!”

—

“bend over,” jungkook commands sternly, standing arms crossed infront of the bedroom door to deny your exit. “right now.”

“eh?” you gape at him. “but aren’t we goi-”

“i said turn around, baby.”

you’re left with no choice when his patience runs thin and he captures your hand— it comes so naturally when you twirl on your toes as if you’re waltzing to a slow love song. he pushes you forward gently, and you carry your innate grace all the way to the arch of your back.

jungkook swallows down a moan elicited by the tantalizing view, clearing his throat. he masks the sound by unceremoniously spanking your ass, the skin-to-skin contact also causing a sharp sting to spread across his palm.

“shit- i knew it, it’s too short.” he tugs your skirt down, a useless attempt at concealing your white lace underwear. he harshly breathes out in exasperation. “baby, i can see everything! you can’t ride a motorcycle wearing this!“

“what? motorcycle?! i can finally ride it?!”

you only heard one word come out of your boyfriend’s mouth, it seems.

you flip in excitement, facing him again with a smile as bright as the sunny sky outside. “you got your license? why didn’t you tell me?!”

“i was going to surprise you but-”

he still looks stressed out, eyes trained to your skirt- well, your legs. the skirt is barely there.

“going back here from the parking lot to change would be-”

“but it’s miu miu,” you quietly remark, looking down at the article of clothing with a frown. “it’s not that short…”

“look at the mirror,” he points to your left with his eyes, but then he is already carrying you by the curves of your waist so that your back is facing it.

you bend down on your own, and jungkook clicks his tongue when you only giggle heartily upon seeing your own reflection.

“it’s fiiine! you’re there to protect me. i just won’t bend down.”

“but won’t you get cold?”

“nope!” you reply without a second to spare. “for fashion, i never get cold.”

it’s been more than five years since he met you; jungkook knows damn well that is very far from the truth. not a single autumn and winter have passed that he didn’t lend you his jacket, his warmth, and then some more, simply because you refuse to stop wearing skirts until you’re at the verge of freezing to death.

alright, maybe he’s being dramatic, and you’re stubborn as hell.

“and i’m wearing my tall boots,” you raise your leg in a straight line to show off the leather brown boots that stop below your knees. “look, look… don’t i look cute?”

cute? such a word won’t do you justice. you’re acting like he’s not also looking at your panties.

“of course,” a soft smile replaces his hardened features. “you look so beautiful, baby.”

“hm, thought so,” you scrunch your nose, and his heart skips a beat.

damn, but that- there’s definitely no other word to describe it but the word cute.

“but how about, let’s say, wearing a coat over it?”

“jungkook! no!” you grunt, punching his arm- but then a lightbulb illuminates your brain.

“or shorts under it-”

“oh my god, i think you have one that matches. i remember i saw it the other day-”

“no, wait, wait, wait- shorts are safer! ____!”

you sprint back to the walk-in closet, leaving jungkook alone in the bedroom.

“come back here!”

he jerks his head in distress, rubbing his eyes harshly with his tattooed knuckles.

“ah, ____!”

“what?!” you yell, voice bouncing off the walls of your apartment. “i found it!”

—

“is it too tight?” jungkook inquires, looking up to you from the floor.

you bend your knees to assess the tightness of knee pads. “nope, it’s good.”

he proceeds to grab the elbows pads he hung over the handle of the motorcycle.

“hmmm, next… you wear these instead.”

you pout, recalling that he forgot his riding jacket at work yesterday. “but what about you?”

“i only have one pair.” he says. “it’s fine, it’s just for now. let’s pick up my jacket at the company before going to the museum.”

“how about let’s wear one each?”

upon processing the mechanics of your suggestion, his tall and broad frame shakes with mirth.

you obviously grew up with little siblings. they were so lucky to have you.

“hey! what are you laughing at?”

“nothing, you’re just cute.” he chuckles, wrapping the other protective pad around your left elbow. “just wear them both. i’m confident with my driving but… i still need you as safe as possible, baby.”

“but jungkook! what if y-” you whine out a protest, which he instantly silences by slipping your helmet over your head. “ugh, you’re so rude!”

he beams with pride as he clips its straps beneath your chin. “wow, it fits so perfectly? i only guessed… ah, as expected of jeon jungkook.”

his hand freezes on the visor when you strike him with the beady eyes, pouting your lips to request for a kiss, which he grants— more than willingly. gladly. happily. with pleasure.

cruising through the city on a motorbike with the love of his life; going on dates; putting on your helmet for you and learning how to angle his face for when he steals a kiss— he used to only witness this in romance films.

at the end of the day he’s just a simple man, jungkook admits.

what a dream come true.

—

it definitely becomes clearer to jungkook today— why you did not oppose the idea of him getting a motorcycle license on such short notice.

“this is so cool!“ you squeal behind him, subconsciously raising the pitch of your voice to contest with the wind and the roaring engines.

“____, be careful,” he chides you. “or else i’ll slow down!”

a sense of relief washes over him as you readjust your arms around his waist, your weight resting on him ironically making his chest feel lighter.

if only jungkook could protect you by keeping you bubblewrapped at all times, he would.

“you’re enjoying this more than i expected.”

the two of you idle before a red light. he balances the two-wheeled vehicle with his left foot planted on the ground.

“is it fun?”

“so much fun!” you gush, enthusiasm overflowing past the seams of your lips. “you already drive like a pro!”

“of course! i studied hard! i don’t plan on putting you in danger with my stupidity!”

“still-” you interject. “you’re just good at everything.”

while he is aware that he is gifted in many ways, technically speaking, jungkook knows he can’t possibly be good at everything. but hearing it come from the person he love and adore most in the world? he can’t help but to allow it to inflate his ego a little bit.

ten seconds before the traffic light turns green.

his smirk is hidden inside his helmet, but you can masterfully envision it in your head just from the transparent smugness in his voice.

“time to hold on again, baby.”

“i think you just like me feeling you up.” you muse.

you teasingly slip one hand underneath his shirt to caress his toned stomach, and he hisses out a curse. with how strict you are about road safety, one would assume that you would restrain on being frisky while riding a vehicle thirty times more dangerous than a car. you either have too much in trust your boyfriend or you underestimate your effect on him.

in his case, double the thirty.

the engine roars to life and the wheels screech against the concrete road. your gentle touch turns into a bruising grip on his waist.

jungkook thinks that you might be right. he would never miss an opportunity to feel your skin on his skin. he selfishly decides then and there— he now prefers motorycle rides with you.

—

it doesn’t take you long to catch up to that fact. when he tells you wear something comfortable, you also know not to spend too much time doing something cute with your hair because the helmet will just turn it into a tousled mess. for the past two months, he has been calling you every night to ask whether you want to be picked up from work with the bike or the car, because as much as you both relish in the thrill and the wind and the intimacy, sometimes you fall asleep on the way home from exhaustion and he doesn’t want you… quite literally falling on the streets of seoul.

but today is your day-off, and with your head hanging from the edge of the bed, you tear your attention away from your phone to find jungkook is upside down. he stands outside the bedroom door hugging your rainbow hello kitty plushie to his chest, frowning woefully with a cause you are clueless about.

the contrast of his black t-shirt with the rainbow makes you crack a smile, reminiscent of the countless memes you’ve seen on the internet. you find it funny, but mostly endearing. because you’re the one who loves colors but dreams of nightmares, while he loves dark colors but dreams of stars, fairies, and soaring through skies and different dimensions. you don’t believe in fate. however, jungkook believes that it was fate that brought him to you, and that you are the person he is destined with. you don’t believe in fate, but you wholeheartedly, unequivocally believe in him.

“i was watching the news-” he huffs, seemingly perplexed. “why is everyone breaking up all of a sudden?”

“who broke up?”

he freezes, attempting to recall the names that flashed across the television screen only minutes ago. “i honestly don’t know them, but still!”

“then why are you pouting?”

he doesn’t answer. instead, he carelessly tosses the plushie on the bed before climbing on it, sneaking his arms between your torso and the mattress to engulf you in a bone-crushing embrace. your phone slips away from your grip, buried somewhere in the sheets, but when big bundle of love and warmth is over you, it’s impossible to be consumed by anything else.

you weave your fingers through his hair, whispering teasingly. “scared of being in the headlines too?”

“scared…” he agrees, then he doesn’t. “of losing you.”

he scoots closer to nuzzle his face against your neck, his warm breath fanning your skin.

“i-it’s just,” he pauses. “ah, i don’t know! nevermind, forget it.”

“no, tell me. it’s okay.” your hands cup his cheeks, coaxing him to look at you. “tell me what’s bothering you. whatever it is. i’ll listen.”

there’s a glint of melancholy on his glassy eyes, and you desperately want to know what brought forth this pain so you can take it all away. your heart shatters when his nose scrunches into a sniffle, skin becoming more flushed, a shade of red that dusts his skin only when he cries.

“when couples break up after a long time… many of them say…” he trails off, held back by uncertainty.

“they say?” you urge him to continue, pretending to be absorbed in fixing his hair— running your fingers through the soft locks, rearranging his bangs, trying to see if they’re long enough to be tucked behind his ears— all in an indulgent effort to show him that this type of conversation doesn’t need to be awkward or intense.

“they say that… that they just woke up one day and- and realized they were no longer-” his lips curve into a frown, deeper than before, and you mirror him without knowing. “happy, or in love.”

he breathes shakily, avoiding your eyes to gather himself together.

fuck, jeon jungkook. man up! are you seriously going to cry right now? like this?

“and we’ve been together for five years.”

“almost five,” you correct him with a sweet smile, poking his soft cheek right where one of his dimples would be. “our anniversary is right around the corner.”

the unadulterated joy you radiated as you spoke those words makes the trepidation in his brain glitch.

“sorry, i couldn’t help myself. please continue.”

he licks his lips, and then opens his mouth but- “i’ve lost my train of thought.”

“oh my god, i’m sorry.”

“for what?”

“you were talking about something serious.” you wince guiltily.

“our anniversary is something serious too!” he points out, pouting cutely.

“yes, but… it’s a different story, breakups are- jungkook! why are you suddenly laughing?!” you sputter, shoving him away in annoyance when you hear a snort in the midst of his uncontrollable giggles. “what’s so funny…? you were just so close to crying!”

he shakes his head profusely, collapsing over you, but he ends up rolling over to the side so he can lie on his back and clutch at his aching belly.

“ah, ____! my heart fluttered when you mentioned our anniversary. i totally forgot what i was talking about!”

if it fluttered earlier, now it goes absolutely wild in his ribcage.

your positions are switched before he can comprehend it— you’re now on all fours on top of him. his head is trapped in between your arms and your gold necklace is dangling over his face and you’re straddling his lap and now it’s getting harder to breathe and not picture obscene images that involve you worshipping his body.

he probably likes this way too much than he cares to admit.

“do you see it now?”

he purses his lips, obviously distracted, controlled by his desire for you as he finds the curves of your waist to caress. “see what?”

“that you don’t need to be anxious about us not being happy in the future, because we’re happy right now.”

he cannot detect an ounce of hesitation even if he tried. you are steady. you are sure. something intangible and inexplicable floods your souls when your eyes meet, but the two of you know that it exists and it is real.

“fuck… i love you. i fucking love you so much.” his voice borders on a growl, and a whimper escapes your lips just before they crash against his for a kiss so full of passion that it completely catches you offguard. he pulled you down so swiftly that your hands anchored on the bed scrambled for his forearms to break your fall, nails digging into his skin as you balance yourself.

jungkook isn’t much for words, but something in him always wants more. he likes to speak with his tongue in a way so sweet that it compels you to abandon your vocabularies in the farthest back of your mind.

you sit down on his lap breathless after making out. your boyfriend watches you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, slipping his hands underneath his head as he cockily grins in satisfaction.

you roll your eyes at the sight of his biceps being shamelessly flexed. “bastard,”

“bastard you’re crazy about,”

“unfortunately,” you sigh with faux disappointment, hugging the hello kitty plushie you picked up from the floor.

“want to go for a ride?”

“to where?”

“anywhere,” he shrugs. “it’s already late so there shouldn’t be traffic anymore.”

you jump off the bed without another word, returning a minute later clad in a black harley davidson jacket. you look so fucking chic and attractive in it, he always pats himself on the back for buying it for you.

jungkook would go against all laws of the universe if it meant spending a hundred more almost five years with you, until the hello kitty plushie you’re still hugging becomes gray and unrecognizable.

“babe, why are you still staring at me like that? i’m ready!”

—

from the entrance, jungkook discerns your familiar figure pacing back and forth across your designated parking spaces. you appear to be engrossed in your phone as you nibble on your thumb, which he knows to be a tell-tale sign of your anxiety. you just got your nails done, and for the first three days, you’re usually very conscious of messing them up.

you fail to notice the loud presence of his motorcycle, not until he has successfully parked and pushed down its side stand on the ground.

“baby! what are you doing out here?”

he lifts off the helmet, ruffling his hair to tame it. and as he brushes his stubborn bangs away from his eyes, that’s when he sees his lover overcome with distraught.

his heart drops to his stomach.

your eyes are filled with unshed tears, chin trembling with the struggle of holding them back.

“jungkook!” you wail out his name, and you haven’t cried this loud since you were sixteen.

an unnamed neighbor walks by the scene and says to theirself, somebody must’ve died.

“yah- why? why, why, why?” he stumbles over his own words in panic, carelessly hanging the helmet on one of the handles of the motorcycle as he gets off. “what’s wrong? baby? what happened?”

you hide your face in the palms of your cold yet clammy hands, ashamed by the surge of your emotions flooding the parking lot as acid rain, but a sense of safety blankets you when jungkook gingerly tugs you towards him.

“i thought something bad happened to you! a car hit a motorcycle nearby- and i thou- i really thought-”

“oh, that’s right! how did you know?” he gasps. “i passed by them earlier. there were so many people and police officers.”

“jungkook!” you snap, hitting his chest in frustration.

“sorry- i’m sorry! okay, that was insensitive of me- fuck.” he rambles, and you visibly cringe when his glove-clad hands touch your face.

the texture, and only god knows all the places it’s been…

“there’s no need to cry, baby! i’m already here, aren’t i? i’m so healthy. there’s not a single scratch on me.”

he hastily takes off his jacket to reveal himself in a white sleeveless shirt. spotless that it looks brand-new.

“see? all good!“

you fall silent. your eyes frantically scan his body, but your brain doesn’t really register anything that you perceive.

“aigoo, why are you shaking so much?”

he can’t bear to watch you in this state. he feels nauseous, almost, like his gut is being twisted and wrung in different ways.

“my baby must’ve been so worried about me, is that right? come here.”

in the solace of jungkook’s embrace, wrapped in his strong arms that are, praise heavens, not broken, the pounding of your heart gradually returns to normal.

his, however, becomes louder. and these days he likes to believe that he is no longer the crybaby he once was, but his skin feels flushed as tears fills his eyes, because damn, what a blessing it is to be loved by you.

he leans on the motorcycle, lovingly rocking you back and forth with shushes and soft hums.

time flies by when you are floating, but jungkook is patient as he waits for you to land and come home to him, even when his feet have fallen asleep.

“you haven’t forgotten your promise?” you whisper.

“never not wear a helmet,” he coos, pressing his lips to your temple. “of course i haven’t forgotten.”

“good,” you mumble, drawing back. “go home and shower. you’re all so sweaty.”

“i will. i feel so sticky.” he chortles. “this is so annoying. i hate summer!”

—

you continue to cling to jungkook all the way to the apartment unit, arms circled around his torso and soft cheek smushed against his back. snuggling him from behind like a koala does a tree is a newly-discovered joy. and if you were single you would be rolling your eyes at a person for saying this, but it is quite wonderful to have a boyfriend for a pillow that is also a blanket. has anyone invented that?

“you know, i regret not getting a motorcycle earlier.”

“why?”

the door opens with a short jovial jingle as a signal.

“i saw someone with a puppy in a basket this morning. it was even wearing goggles! it was really cute!” he laments, dragging you along with him into the living room. “ah, i’m an idiot. why didn’t i think of that? we could’ve done that with bam!”

you form the mental image of tiny baby bam wearing tiny goggles and a tiny leather jacket, and then another, but with the current bam.

“but bam is already as big as the bike!” you dissolve into laughter.

jungkook grunts, and you can’t tell whether he’s genuinely feeling this regretful or he’s just trying to distract you after you broke down with the mind-numbing anxiety of losing him forever.

“exactly!”

you sink into the couch, instinctively reaching for the hello kitty plushie to hug. meanwhile, he begins stripping off his shirt.

“it’s not even possible at all now!”

“but i do want to see him wear goggles…” you say in jest, fishing out your phone from the pocket of your shorts. “should i look for one?”

wait, what do you even type for it? dog goggles?

“i found them. there are helmets, too.” you gasp, covering your mouth as an epiphany hits you. “the puppy wasn’t wearing a helmet?”

driven by curiosity, jungkook sits next to you as you search for the item online. he is practically naked, left wearing only his black calvin klein boxers.

“oh,” he pauses. “now that you mention it, the puppy wasn’t wearing one.”

“how are you still sweaty?” with your thumb, you wipe the bead of sweat threatening to enter his eye. “go shower first.”

he manages to sneak a chaste kiss to your wrist before it becomes out of reach.

“before that, i need to tell you something.”

you bob your head, encouraging him to speak out, but the longer you maintain eye-contact with him, the faster his impulsive courage melts into a puddle of nervousness.

marry me.

marry me.

“baby…”

“yes?” you half-smile. “what is it? you’re starting to scare me.”

marry me.

when i see the future, i only see you.

“i love you.”

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Devoted to Trouble

Spider-Man!AU | Peter Parker!Jungkook x Reader

genre: fluff, smut, comedy, lil angst

rating: explicit

description: In which the whole world finds out Jungkook is Spider-Man, but he doesn’t care about anything but you. OR Can you survive seven days of Jungkook pining over you while his identity is exposed to the world?

word count: 11.5k

warnings: Seven JK… need I say more? JK being a SIMP, JK being a flirt, the entirety of the Seven MV being Peter Parker/Spider-Man coded, JK being a dork, JK is persistent and annoying but in an endearing way, fake death, cursing, the most respectable fuck boy!JK, he just loves you so much

smut warnings: oral sex (m & f receiving), standing 69, dirty talk, protected sex, face-riding, breast play, strength kink, standing sex, missionary, serpent’s embrace, that line from his working out live, multiple orgasms, sir kink, 

a/n: Hello! IT IS DONE. My two loves combined in one, Spider-Man + Jungkook! I just love the idea of JK being such an unserious Spider-Man/Peter Parker who only loves you and wants you and voila! He is your lovesick loser. :))) I sure hope you love him as much as I do. Feel free to let me know what you think! Thank you for reading. 

Monday

You didn’t know why you bothered dressing up for dinner when the end goal was to turn Jungkook down. After his identity was revealed to the public (source unknown), panic set in, and you realized that a future together was not possible. However, out of courtesy, you decided not to flake on the date after promising him. The boy was ecstatic, and deep down, you suspected his ego loved the fact he won over someone like you, who had consistently turned him down.

As you approached the restaurant door, someone unexpectedly rushed past you to open it himself. Startled by the sudden action, you jumped in surprise. 

“Jungkook? Oh my god, you scared me!” you exclaimed. He offered an apologetic smile, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. You noticed his heavy breathing, wondering if he had exerted himself. “Did you run here?”

“Yeah, I was stopping a heist nearby and didn’t want you to wait long,” he replied.

Your heart softened at his thoughtfulness, but it also served as a reminder of why a future together would be challenging. “You didn’t have to waste your stamina. I just got here.”

“Trust me, babe. I have plenty of stamina.” 

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