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yeehaw4yoongi · 2 years

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Iced Americano | JJK

Pairing: jk x barista female reader

Rating: 18+ | minors dni | nsfw

Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: drinking alcohol, kissing, some swearing, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, fingering, mentions of cum, titty play, mentions of food/eating, mentions of milk (but literally just milk nothing nasty is being done with the milk), shower sex, dom-ish jk

Genre: fluff, smut, non-idol au, strangers to lovers, some angst

Summary: You wake up thinking today would be like any other day but you were wrong.

A/N: Hi tumblr! This is my first stab at writing any kind of fanfic. I'm new to all the warnings, categories, and abbreviations so please bear with me. Thinking about doing a part 2 since I feel like there is so much build up in this half, so if you enjoyed it, please comment, reblog, and like!

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Today started like most of your days do. The alarm yanks you out of your slumber at 4:30AM and you drag yourself to the shower. You have about half an hour to get to the bus so you can make it to work at 6:00AM. You sprint to your stop and make it just as the bus pulls up. You won’t be late today.

As you ride down the dark city streets you make a list of everything that needs to be done to open the cafe by 7:00AM. You take inventory of everyone out and about already hard at work. Street sweepers and stall keepers mill around setting the scene for the world that has yet to wake. Despite the start time, you love the opening shift. It’s where humans on different paths cross as night transitions into the morning. Party people with pupils the size of the moon and 9 to 5’ers alike find themselves convening in the queue for coffee. The day goes by as usual. Taking orders, making light conversation, steaming milk, and cleaning up empty cups make the morning go by quickly, and before you know it’s nearly time for the shift change. By now the freshness of the morning ceases to exist. You’re covered in coffee grounds and sweat has taken its toll on your makeup. You switch out the till drawer and head to the office to count the morning’s takings. Once you finish, you collect your bag and head back into the bustling cafe. It’s a small space so you weave your way through the crowded shop. You stop by the counter on your way out to bid your workmate adieu and that’s when you notice him.

His tall slender frame leans against the counter as he orders an iced americano. He reaches for his wallet and you notice the tattoos on his hands. You don’t allow yourself to keep looking. Instead, you push passed him and the other people queuing and head for the door. One of your workmates shouts behind you “see you tomorrow!” and as you turn around to wave you meet eyes with Iced Americano. For a split second, your heart plummets into your stomach. He looks down at his phone and you’re released from his grip. He seems unfazed but the depth of his glance has shaken you. Walking down the street toward the bus you brush off the interaction. This city is full of attractive people. You serve them every day. What made him different?

“Never mind,” you tell yourself as you climb the steps to the top deck of the bus. You have errands to run and a friend’s birthday dinner to go to tonight. As the afternoon wanes you forget about Iced Americano and go about getting ready for the evening’s festivities. You make your best effort. The restaurant you’re going to for the party is one of the nicest Italian places in town and you want to look the part.

The city sparkles as you make your way through town in the cold. You see the restaurant down the road. The warmth practically flows out of the windows. As you enter, you’re met with a scene of beauty. Peach-colored light is defused through sheer fabric dressed around each of the fixtures that hang from the ceiling. They reflect off of the polished brass glass rack hanging above the marble-top bar and bathe the marble walls in a rose gold hue. Vintage mirrors hang above a row of pale blue booth seats that run parallel to the bar and give way to the dining room. You stand at the door and take it all in. Scanning the dining room you realize you’re the first of your group to arrive. The maitre d’ pulls out one of the plush mint green bar stools and motions for you to take a seat. You order yourself a glass of wine and pass the time looking through your phone. As you wait, the bar fills up around you. Your phone buzzes and it’s your friend saying they’re nearly there. You motion to the bartender to close out your tab. He places the bill on the bar. When you look down you see something familiar out of the corner of your eye- a tattoo and more importantly the hand it belongs to. How long had Iced Americano been there? Your eyes never leave the tray the receipt is on as you slide it towards you. That’s when you hear his voice. “What wine are you drinking?” You mess up your signature but decide there’s no way he was talking to you and so you push the tray back toward the bartender and place your card back in your wallet. It’s when you get up to tell the maitre d’ your group has almost arrived that you meet Iced Americano’s gaze. Turns out he was talking to you. He looks at you with an inquisitive brow as he awaits your response.

“I, I uh, it’s the Cabernet” you manage to blurt out through your shock. The bartender nods at Iced Americano and he orders the Cabernet. “Thank you,” he says with a wide smile. You stand there looking up at him for what was probably only 2 seconds but feels like much longer. Just then your friends swan in and swallow you up in their hugs and kisses of greeting. You look back at Iced Americano and smile and give him a small wave as you head to your table.

Your seat at the table faces one of the mirrors hung on the walls. You and your friends order two bottles of wine and some small plates to start. You’re wrapped up in the comfort of their company. Everyone is sharing the highlights of their day and listening as the birthday girl lists off all of the presents she’s gotten. As the server brings the wine and serves a sample to your friend you look up into the mirror. Sitting at the table directly behind you is Iced Americano with two others. His seat at the table gives you a clear view of his face in the mirror’s reflection. You try your best to stay engaged in the conversation happening at your table but the image in the mirror pulls your gaze back to it. His face is kind and his eyes are soft and doe-like. The curve of his jaw is sharp. Even through the vintage mirror, you can tell his bone structure resembles that of a statue. You’ve lost yourself in his image and he must have felt you staring because his eyes look up to meet yours. You’re rendered breathless but you don’t divert your eyes. The server pours your glass of wine and you refocus on the table.

Several food courses and drinks go by before the bill inevitably arrives. Your party wraps up and as you collect your things to leave you steal another glance at Iced Americano in the mirror hoping it won’t be the last. You make your way out with your group and wait with them as each of their cabs arrive. Standing alone on the sidewalk outside of the restaurant you watch your Uber get closer and closer to picking you up but you’re not ready to go home yet. You look behind you through the restaurant window and see Iced Americano sitting at the bar. You decide to throw caution to the wind and cancel the Uber.

The liquid courage running through your veins makes it easy, a little too easy, to take the seat directly next to the man that has captured your attention. You don’t say anything to him as the weight of your decision begins to hit you. It’s too late now, and when the bartender asks what you would like you say, “He and I will have an espresso martini,” and motion to Iced Americano sitting next to you. He looks at you with a surprised look and you grin. “Did you order that for me?” he asks with a chuckle. You nod. “What’s your name?” you ask. He responds, “My name is Jungkook. It’s nice to meet you.”

You sit at the bar nursing your drinks and talking. He’s in town working for a couple of days. You mention being a barista but don’t mention where. You talk about traveling and the places you’ve been, comparing notes on cities you’ve both visited. He is incredibly well-traveled and regales you with stories about his time spent on the road. As you chat the restaurant starts closing down. Eventually, the bartender makes the last call and Jungkook asks if you’d like to take a bottle of wine to go. The idea sends a tingle up your spine. You initially thought the espresso martini would be the nightcap but your shift doesn’t start until the afternoon the next day, and why wouldn’t you get a bottle of wine to go? You answer him, “I’d love to. I know a place we can go with it.”

When you step outside the cold air hits your lungs and the warm blur from inside the restaurant sharpens. You are greeted by the sounds of cabs passing by and people chatting and laughing as they make their way to the train station. The city lights shine and wrap you up. You feel safe under them. The libations from dinner and the impromptu nightcap make your mind feel light and optimistic like anything could happen. As though somehow this moment is the beginning of your life.

You start walking down the road and turn to see if Jungkook is following you. He’s still standing at the door holding the wine and thanking the staff for a wonderful meal and exquisite service. Waiting for him a few paces along the sidewalk you take the opportunity to admire his whole form. He’s tall with broad strong shoulders. His turtleneck hugs his arms and chest and his slacks are perfectly tailored - a statue. As he walks toward you he asks, “Where do we go next?”

The two of you make your way through town passing the theatre district down to the river. You find a bench along the bank and take a seat to watch boats pass while lights on the other side twinkle in the background. He had the forethought to ask the bartender to uncork the wine but you both forgot cups. He playfully pulls the cork and takes a swig straight from the bottle and then hands it to you. It’s cold out but you don’t feel it. Maybe it’s the wine? Maybe it’s him? Either way, you never feel uncomfortable. You talk with him about what brought you to the city and how you love being there. He listens intently and seems to hang on to your every word. Time flies as you take turns drinking the wine and before you know it, the bottle is empty. You sit there with him in the dark a bit longer looking out over the water. The silence between you is pleasant. You can feel his arm up against yours and you fight the urge to take his hand at that moment.

He looks at his phone and breaks the silence, “Let’s walk back to where I’m staying and I can get you a cab back home.” By now, you know that even if you didn’t desperately want to walk him home, you’ve had so much wine that there’s no way you can get into a vehicle without walking it off a bit. As you stroll up to the beautiful historic hotel, you see there’s a town car parked in the front. “This is for you,” Jungkook says with a smile and motions to the car. Going home is the last thing you want to do but you don’t want to force anything. You thank him for the ride and tell him you hope he has a great remainder of his stay in town. As you turn toward the car, Jungkook takes your hand in his and pulls you toward him into a hug. You breathe him in and he smells like clean fresh laundry. “Thank you for showing me around,” he says releasing you, “I had a great time.” You go to respond but don’t get the chance. He leans in and gives you a gentle kiss on the lips. “I’ll see you around,” he whispers in your ear with a sly smile and you stand there stunned. He notices that you’ve been caught off guard and walks to the side of the car and opens the door. That’s your cue. You get into the backseat and he closes the door behind you, giving a small wave as the car pulls away from the hotel.

Your whole body buzzes as you ride through the city. When you get home you realize you never exchanged numbers. As you sink into bed you replay the events of the evening in your mind. Every look, every word, every brush of his arm against yours. The kiss cycles over and over. Even if it was just tonight, it was worth it.

The next day you have a slow morning. By some miracle, you aren’t hungover but the booze has made you feel sluggish. You think about Jungkook as you get ready for work that afternoon and while heading to the bus stop. You think about him as you ride through town and as you walk to the cafe. You can’t shake him and you don’t want to. Deep down you tell yourself not to get your hopes up. What are the chances of you seeing him again? Despite you trying to manage your expectations, you watch the cafe door your entire shift hoping he’ll appear there. Patron after patron comes in. No Jungkook. Finally, you give up hope that he’ll come in but that doesn’t stop you from thinking about the night before. You spend the rest of the shift on autopilot, stuck in your endless daydream. You close up the shop and head back home. You have to open up the next day and can’t afford another late night. Riding the bus, your mind drifts to last night. It remembers the feeling of his arms wrapped around you. It remembers the feeling of his lips pushed against yours and the feeling of his breath on your ear.

Once again, your alarm startles you awake at 4:30AM. Another day, another shift. You’ve accepted the idea that your evening with Jungkook was only a brief encounter and one of the many perks of living in the city. You never know who you’ll meet and what will happen. The memory will live fondly in the back of your mind for a while until time inevitably reduces it to a blip on the timeline of your life. The shift goes by as normal and you greet and serve the first arrivals into the shop. The morning is peppered with the regular corporate types and rave stragglers. You spend your time chatting, catching up with them, and listening to what they have planned for the rest of their day. As the lunch rush starts to pick up, the queue for service extends to just outside of the door. You’re nearing the end of your shift but there’s still a lot to do, so you move from the till to behind the coffee machine to help your workmate with the influx of coffee orders flooding in.

As you steam the milk at the end of the counter, you grow tired and the awareness of what’s happening around you disappears. It’s just you and the milk pitcher. You watch the milk swirl around in the jug making sure not to burn it. With your focus on the upcoming orders you never see Jungkook enter the cafe, but now he is standing at the end of the counter and says, “Hi” breaking your focus. When you look up and see who the greeting comes from, you almost don’t believe your eyes. The chances of you meeting again seemed slim and yet here he is. You realize that you’re fully staring at him, mouth agape. You try to respond like someone who has spoken before but your “Hey! How are you?” comes out as more of an abrupt shout. He doesn't skip a beat and tells you that he was meant to leave town the day before but that he still had some things to wrap up and extended his trip a few days. You’re delighted by this news but you do your best to stay cool and nonchalant. His drink is a few places behind others in line but none of the other patrons matter anymore. You make each drink and just slide them to the end of the counter as you and Jungkook chat. He didn’t know you worked here and mentioned how he was in the cafe a few days ago. You pretend not to remember. Finally, his drink is up. Unlike the coffees before his, you take extra care and gently slide the drink directly toward him. He asks you for a lid and as you go to put it on, there is a brief fumble. He doesn’t anticipate you putting the lid on for him and reaches to secure it as you place it on top of his cup. His slender fingers and soft palm land directly on the top of your hand. You both look up at each other and giggle. He takes a sip of his drink and thanks you for making it just right. You swoon and he notices. He says that he’s been given tickets to a show later that night and asks if you’d like to go with him. You exchange a glance with your workmate standing to your left. She has completely stopped making espresso shots and is waiting for you to respond to him while nodding her head as though to say, “Say yes, fool!”. You quickly turn back to face Jungkook and tell him, “sounds great”. Noticing that the number of people waiting for their coffee has caused a crowd to form, he takes a pen from his bag and writes his number on a napkin, and hands it to you. “Send me your address. I’ll pick you up at 7.”

As soon as you finish work you text him your address. [See you soon.] he replies. You race home and start the process of getting ready. No task is spared as you prep for a night on the town with quite possibly the most beautiful man on the planet. You try on all of your clothes and then all of your roommate’s clothes before finally deciding on what you’ll wear. You put on the designer perfume your grandmother gave you for your birthday. Promptly at 7:00PM your phone buzzes. You give yourself a last look and take a deep breath. When you open the front door, there is Jungkook sitting on the street in an Aston Martin. He gets out of the car and goes around the other side to open the passenger door. He’s wearing black combat boots, fitted black trousers, and a knit charcoal grey crew neck sweater over a white collared shirt. You walk toward him and he takes your hand to help you into the car. He gets into the driver’s seat but before he puts the car back into gear, he looks over at you and says, “You look amazing.” You thank him and reciprocate the compliment even though “amazing” doesn’t even begin to describe how gorgeous he looks. He is fucking hot with his black hair combed in a way that exposes a bit of his forehead. You fight the urge to lick your lips as you watch him wrap his tattooed fingers around the steering wheel.

You arrive at an elite member’s only Burlesque club in Soho. The hostess shows you to a cozy private booth with soft cushioned upholstery and oversized pillows that line the back. As the two of you settle in, the manager stops by the table to drop off a complimentary bottle of champagne. Jungkook smiles when he sees her and stands up to greet her with a hug and cheek kiss, as though they’ve met before. He introduces you and she winks as she greets you. She says, “Any friend of JK is a friend of mine. If you need anything at all, just ask for me.” A server comes by and takes your drink and food order just as the lights in the club dim and the spotlight flicks onto the stage. Jungkook makes sure your glass never runs dry as one beautiful woman after another takes the stage. Each one of their performances is glamorous and sensual. As the show goes on, the two of you inch closer and closer to each other until he takes his arm and puts it over your shoulder. You allow yourself to let your guard down and lean your head to the side to rest it in the nook where his chest meets his shoulder. You stay there until the show is over.

The club isn’t far from his hotel and as you stroll down the street it dawns on you that that’s the direction you’re heading in. You brace yourself for another town car. When the hotel is just within eyeshot, Jungkook makes a random but smooth turn onto a narrow alley and points out some street art on the wall. As you follow behind him trying to see what he’s talking about he turns around and slowly walks back toward you until you’ve backed yourself onto the wall opposite of the one he was looking at. He walks right up to the point where you’re nearly touching and then stops. You turn your gaze upward to look him in the eyes and he says, “I’m just kidding. I wanted a private place to kiss you.” He leans in and lays a small kiss on your lips. And then another. You kiss him back as you slowly wrap your arms around his waist and draw him in closer. For a few moments, the two of you stand there entwined seemingly suspended in time. It feels like you’re levitating. He opens his mouth and slides his tongue into yours, triggering all the butterflies in your stomach to a frenzy. Pulling back, he lays a few more small kisses on your lips before bringing your arms up around his neck and wrapping his arms around your back to pull you into him again. You stand there in silence breathing in unison. As you stroke the hair that grazes the nape of his neck he leans into yours and kisses it softly. Kissing your neck he says, “Do you,” another kiss, “want,” another kiss, “to come up,” another kiss, “with me?” You reply into the night sky as your head rolls back, and his kisses drift further down your neck, “Absolutely”.

Your heart pounds as you walk through the hotel doors but you aren’t nervous. Facing the front of the mirrored elevator doors, Jungkook stands behind you. He admires your reflections for a moment and you watch him as he drapes his left arm over the front of you while using his right hand to caress the left side of your face and turn it up to the right to meet his for a kiss. The doors ding open and you walk into the elevator. He pushes a button near the top floor and the doors close.

You are standing on opposite sides of the elevator and with each floor that passes the tension between you grows. It takes everything you have not to throw yourself on him but you test the waters and ask, “Why are you all the way over there?”. His demeanor shifts and when his gaze meets yours, you see a fire burning in his eyes. He takes the two steps across the elevator, looks over at the buttons, and smashes the Emergency stop. The elevator halts. Facing you, Jungkook raises his hand and places his thumb on your lip, applying some pressure while moving it carefully and with purpose until your mouth is slightly open. He starts to lean in, slowly sliding his thumb and index finger down to the tip of your chin, and lifts your face until your mouths meet in a deep and passionate French kiss. Your face rests gently in the palms of his hands. The way he kisses you feels like he needs you to breathe. “Can I touch you?”, he asks, his voice nearly a whisper but not quite. As he waits for your response, once again you find yourself answering into the sky but this time you’re met with your reflection in the mirrored ceiling of the elevator. You look yourself in the eyes as they roll back into your head and you whisper, “Please”.

When the elevator doors open Jungkook slides his fingers out from your now-damp underwear and leads you into an immaculately decorated suite. He flicks on a lamp and then another and you stop at the end of the entryway to take in the space.

As you admire your surroundings, Jungkook asks if you’d like a glass of wine while he pulls back a heavy curtain to reveal a private terrace with a breathtaking view of the city. You walk over to where he’s standing by the window and look out. The city lights twinkle in a panorama. He asks you again if you’d like some wine but you are too distracted by flashbacks of the elevator ride up when he slid his middle and ring fingers inside of you as he rubbed your clit with the bottom of his palm to notice Jungkook waiting for your response whilst you look out over the city. He clears his throat and you are suddenly very aware of him waiting and see him looking at you out of the corner of your eye.

You turn toward him and say, “I think I want something stronger,” as you move your hand over the front of his trousers to find what you actually want. You land on the task at hand and you feel him twitch slightly under your palm, as he begins to harden at your touch. Looking up at his face, his eyes are closed and he lets out a soft moan as he exhales. You keep your hand where it is for a bit longer before moving it up toward his waist until your fingers are touching the bottom of his sweater giving it a light tug to signal that it’s time for him to take it off. He crosses his arms over his torso, reaching to where your hands are resting near his waist, and pulls the sweater up and over his head. While his arms are still mid-air, you reach up and start unbuttoning the white collared shirt. You lay a kiss on the skin that is exposed with each undone button. He is breathing heavier now. You only get halfway through unbuttoning his shirt before he takes you by the waist and turns you toward the window. He puts his hand on your back and presses you into it just enough to indicate that he’s the one in control. His hand moves down your back to your hips and guides them into place. His other hand is busy lifting your skirt and resting the fabric on your lower back to expose your ass. “If you want something stronger, that’s what you’ll get”. You hear his zipper coming down and his belt clink as he unbuckles. The glass is cold against your palms and arms. The city continues to glow in front of you as you feel him slide your panties down.

The anticipation begins to bubble over and every part of your body throbs and screams out for him. You let out a whine when he starts teasing you with his tip, before slowly and gently sliding every inch of him inside of you. You both moan softly and relish the first moment your bodies fully meet each other. Jungkook pulls out nearly leaving you but slides himself deep inside you again. He repeats this a few times and then proceeds to slowly and steadily fuck you from behind. Each thrust is deliberate and forces you to feel all of him as he strokes your g-spot. You can feel the pressure inside of you starting to build and he can too. He gradually quickens his pace remaining consistent with the depth and cadence of his strokes. Your head gets cloudy as your orgasm continues to mount. “Fuck!” you exclaim as Jungkook starts to hammer into you with a rhythm where you cease to see straight anymore. You try to regain your composure but all you can do is plead with him not to stop- never stop. “I won’t,” he barks through gritted teeth. You come so hard that your legs nearly give out and he’s quick to catch you with one arm around your torso to keep you from buckling. He never misses a beat and the waves of your orgasm keep crashing over you.

When he feels you reach the other side of pleasure, he pulls himself out of your warmth and gently rubs the head of his cock across your ass cheeks as he releases onto them. You feel the warm trickles of his cum roll down as he steps back to admire his work. Still bent over and facing the window you look back at him over your right shoulder and see him standing there with a naughty smile stretched across his face while he pulls up his trousers. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says. In an effort not to make a mess of your skirt, you unzip it and bring it up over your body and head. You drape it over one of the armchairs and hear the shower turn on in the other room. As you walk toward the sound you remove your top and drop it onto the floor.

Entering the bathroom you are met with a fully naked Jungkook. The form that you’ve admired through turtlenecks and fitted trousers is now on full display. He has a striking physique and you can tell that he takes time to maintain it. He is lean but still muscular. He’s strong but has made an effort not to overdo it so that it looks almost effortless. You can see all of his tattoos now and you’re surprised by how many there are.

Steam spills over the top of the walk-in shower and he opens the door and beckons for you to get in. He takes the sponge hanging on the wall and squeezes some soap onto it. The scent of gardenia wafts through the steam as he creates a lather and drags the sponge along the different parts of your body, paying particular attention to your ass making sure to remove whatever is still left of him. He wrings out the sponge and hangs it back on the wall. As the warm water continues to cascade down, you turn to face him and wrap your arms around his waist to pull his body close to yours. You rest your head on his chest and feel him breathe. Still captured in your embrace, Jungkook turns the two of you as a unit so that you are facing him as he slowly sits down on the banquette that is built into the shower. You continue to stand. You place your hands under his chin and tilt his head so that he’s looking straight up into your eyes. You lean down to kiss him. He kisses you back gently and when you move your head to change angles you catch a peek of his face through your partially closed eyes. His brow is furrowed as though he is savoring every second of this kiss. His expression is soft and sincere. It makes you feel like at that moment, you belong to each other. Like you want to take care of him. To protect his heart. To make sure he always feels cherished. You start to lose yourself in your head as you continue to caress him. The emotions rising into your throat border on heartbreaking. You know this is a fleeting moment. Nothing is promised after tonight.

You pull back from the kiss and start to straighten your stance, while he glides his mouth down your neck and chest until he has one of your breasts in his mouth. You feel his tongue circling your nipple as his hand takes your other breast into it. He rubs his thumb over your other nipple while using his free arm to keep you close to him. Gently, you comb your fingers through the wet hair on the back of his head and hold it as he transfers his mouth to your other breast. You reach down between his legs as he continues to suck on your tits and find that he is hard.

Jungkook adjusts so that he is sitting on the very edge of the banquette to make it easier for you to straddle him. As you lower yourself down onto him, he pulls you in so close that it’s hard to tell where he starts and you stop. Your arms are wrapped around his neck and your face is pressed against the side of his. Once you feel that he is completely inside of you, you start rocking your hips back and forth slowly. He moans when he feels your core grip around his cock. Breathing in unison, every slight movement becomes more gratifying than the last, transporting you to an alternate realm. Nothing else exists as you allow yourself to surrender to the intimacy of this moment. No one can see you. No one will ever know the energy exchanged here tonight. It belongs solely to the two of you. “Give it all to me, baby,” Jungkook coos in your ear, as though he’s cheering you to the finish. Your ears pop when you come and for a moment you are totally paralyzed as you let out a silent scream and throw your head back while palpable bliss courses between you. As you slowly grind on him you bring your face to his eye level and kiss him while he comes inside of you. Even after he’s finished you stay connected on the banquette while the water continues to run so you can stay in this moment as long as possible.

Dawn starts to shine over the city skyline as you climb into the big hotel bed. Jungkook pulls the heavy curtain across the window and the room descends into nearly pitch darkness. He crawls into bed next to you. You’re both still naked and your skin is warm and clean. The two of you lay in the darkness talking for a while. You talk about how beautiful the burlesque dancers were at the show and about how delicious the food was. Your conversation wanders aimlessly as you curl up into the nook of his neck and he reaches down to pull your leg over him. He holds on to the bottom of your thigh to keep it draped over him. His breathing starts to deepen and you are lulled to sleep by every inhale and exhale. You smell gardenias as you doze off.

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blazestar3450 · 22 days

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The Dani fic is finally here!!! I'm sorry it took so long but I hope you all like it despite it being pretty short.

The winds howl as the sirens blare. Dani smirks astride the Devil Ride as she tries to get to the compound before the Ash Storm arrives. The moment she heard a storm was coming she booked it to Brass as soon as she could. As she slides into the compound doors, she sees many a racer, some new some old. She reminices a moment on Amun the Ancient, the Mummy Lord that sadly perished during the last race she was involved in, before stepping off the bike and looking around and walking up to the organizer.

“So, what’s the pool this time?” she asks as she hands them 20 gold for the race. The organizer, another Fire Genasi, says “Got about 180 gold this time around. Big turnout this time. You sure you can keep your spot on top?” “Oh, you know I can” she responds before turning back to the bike and getting ready near the giant double doors that face the track. Well, less of a track, more of a bunch of markers put around winding city streets and markets.

As she puts her goggles down over her eyes the doors begin to open, clouds of ash and soot carried by strong winds blew at her face. She steadied herself on her bike as the organizer walked in front of all the racers and gave the usual shpiel. Dani was just waiting for the queue to start. The organizer starts counting down “5…. 4…..3….2….1….” As the countdown ends Dani speeds off along with the other racers, following the dancing lights set up across the course.

As the ashen winds whip across her face she sees three people ahead of her. First, Flint, the Fire Genasi that also showed up to her very first race, looks like he got his ride fixed up after his defeat last time. Then a Salamander riding an odd mount that looks between some sort of reptile with white hot glowing scales and a phoenix. Finally, an Azer astride a very similar bike to hers except it still lets out that infernal scream and combined with Flint’s it’s a cacophony of sound that almost makes it hard to think.

Yet as she gets just behind them, she comes up with an idea. She lays a hand onto the Anarch Sphere that powers her bike and hopes for the ability she called on last time.

As the sphere powers up it lets out a huge gust of wind that propels the bike into the air and forward 60 feet before settling the bike onto the ground. Not what she was hoping for, but it works. She’s now about 20 ft ahead of her opponents but they’re gaining fast. She needs a way for them to not catch up. Oh yeah. That should work.

At this moment a sphere made of shimmering blue energy appears around her, blocking a Produce Flame attack that was coming in at her from Flint. Suddenly she’s moving around in this thing like a hamster ball and speeding towards the finish line, her opponents hot on her tail as they all are vying for that 180 gold.

As they all round the final corner Dani tries one last hail mary, hoping to trip up the other three. She casts Grease directly behind her and it gets one of them as the Azer tumbles off their ride. It’s just her, Flint and the Salamander and in one last ditch attempt she smacks the Anarch Sphere one more time, pushing them away with a wave of water that knocks them off the course right before she crosses the finish line.

The fire Genasi from before walks up to her, handing over a bag that clatters with what can only be gold coins. “Congrats, now you know what to do. The Illuminators will be out any second now, get outta here before then”. Dani nods and tips her hat to him before speeding off towards the docks.

When she arrives to the Per aspera she sees Kyana and Vhas sparring on the deck. “Oh, hey captain! Did you win?” she asks as she holds the Githyanki’s sword between her monstrous spectral arms. “Yeah. I actually think it might be enough to finally get the ship fixed up” she says. “Oh finally!” Vhas exclaims as he pulls his sword from Kyana’s grasp “Been waiting to have the ship at full working order again since that job in Gehenna”. “Yeah, well, we’re in Brass. Gotta go see Oto for this so we can take care of this while we’re here. Anyways I’m gonna go down and get to work” Dani says. “Alright boss, you have fun” Vhas says as Dani proceeds to go below deck to prepare her next project.

#rolling with difficulty #rwd #dani rwd #fanfic

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hello!! i had the pleasure of writing a fic for @hammerbonk for the @winter-sekai-gift-exchange !!

she requested AnHane and something from her unit shuffle AU (which is incredible, go check it out!) , so i hope i did both of these things justice! :D

"I can't believe we're actually doing this," An sighs. She still doesn't believe this is happening. Even after a 45 minute train ride and a short walk to the convention center, she stands in a queue for a concert. An idol concert, nonetheless.

"Oh, lighten up Shiraishi! Keep your mind open to new experiences! I imagine this will be fun!" Rui smiles almost devilishly down at her. She grimaces back.

An is trying to keep an open mind, she swears. It's just hard since she hasn't been to an event this scale since renouncing street music.

"Ah, it's our turn!" Hinomori is smiling. Even Asahina looks less depressed than normal. Maybe this will be a good thing.

An was wrong. Oh god, she was so, so wrong. This is awful. The entire space is decked out in pink, sugary decor. The lights are blazing and the air is ridiculously humid. And all the people. There were so many people, more than An had ever seen in her life. Of course these girls that gave Asahina the tickets had to be famous.

Speaking of Asahina, she looked to be doing just as well as An was feeling. Her normally blank-staring face was twisted into an expression of anxiety and disgust. The things she must endure for her kouhai, An mused, must be pretty tame compared to this. Rui and Hinomori, on the other hand, seemed to be having the time of their lives. An had always known the two of them to be familiar with the idol industry, as Hinomori used to be a victim of it, and Rui had been hyperfixated on it for quite some time.

However, none of the others' opinions had any bearing on An herself. She decided to check the time. A quick glance at her phone told her it was 3:15, and the show started at 4:00. There was still a good 45 minutes before the show started. Maybe she should learn a little bit about this idol group. Just so she could put names to faces, or... something like that.

Instagram was as good of a place to start as she could think of. Opening the search bar, she grabbed the ticket back out of her pocket to check the name of the group. 'SUGARSMILE'.. Probably another one of those factory-made pink girl groups, An guessed.

As usual, she was right. Pastels and fairy decor covered the posts on the page. However, the pinned post's first slide was labeled group introduction. This should have some more general info about the group, right?

After clicking on it, the post opened to a group picture of what An assumed to be the group's members. Two girls with pink hair, two girls with blonde hair, and blinding smiles on all four. They were very pretty, as expected of girls in the idol industry.

The next slide was a little bio about one of the pink haired girls. Her name was Emu, and she was regarded as the leader of the group. The pictures of her on the slide depicted her as being incredibly energetic and fun-loving. This was most likely the girl who gave Asahina the tickets, as she regularly described the kouhai as a 'little whirlwind.'

On the next slide was, frankly, one of the prettiest girls An had seen in a long time. Her name was Kohane. Her blonde hair and shy smile had An wrapped around her finger almost immediately.

How could a girl be this cute, An wondered. Before long, she was looking to see if this girl had her own account, separate from the group one. She did. An spent the next few minutes looking through it, suddenly way more excited to see the show.

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

Kohane was nervous, to say the least. It wasn't like anxiety was an abnormal thing for her, but today it seemed much worse. It was their first solo show, and to top it off, Emu had invited Asahina-senpai. If she hadn't already been nervous, this knowledge would have set her off even more.

Speaking of Emu, she was bouncing off the walls, as normal. The other members of their group, Airi and Saki, were stretching in the middle of the green room. Airi was directing Saki, making sure she was properly stretched out to avoid injury. All four of them had warmed up together earlier, but with Saki's history of injury and hospitalization, it never hurt to be careful. Kohane had been invited to join in, but when Airi noticed her anxious state, she was advised to simply take it easy until showtime.

This was not Airi's first rodeo, and it definitely showed. Kohane knew her senpai had been in the idol industry before joining SUGARSMILE, but hadn't realized how much experience she had. It was comforting to know they had someone who knew what they were doing to help them along.

Before long, Kohane had calmed down a bit. Sure, she was still nervous, but it was a good kind of nervous. The kind that makes you excited to do your best. It was showtime soon, and she finally felt ready.

At last, it was showtime. Their set was a simple six songs, one picked by each of the girls and their two group debut songs. Opening with Newly Edgy Idols, then From Tokyo, Parasol Cider, Flyer, The Theme of the Niccori Survey Team, and ending with The World Hasn't Even Started Yet. Kohane was confident in her vocals and dancing, so it was up to her to add some audience interactions and flair.

Entering the stage was an experience in itself. The room was dark except for the stage lights and the glow sticks that some of the audience held. As soon as Airi and Emu took their first steps onto the stage, the audience erupted into cheers. She and Saki followed behind, taking their spots for the music to start.

"More, more!" Airi started the song off strong, like always.

"More, more!" Emu echoed.

"More, more!" Kohane sang.

"More, more!" Saki followed.

Their dance moves were in sync as the song continued, Kohane feeling more and more confident as it went. She finally felt like she could do this! She turned her gaze out to the audience, scanning the crowd. The song ended and she struck her final pose, giving the audience a wink.

She caught the eye of someone in the audience. A girl with blue hair and amber eyes, standing next to.. was that Asahina-senpai? Ah, whatever, that wasn't important. This girl was so beautiful, and she was looking at Kohane like she had hung the stars and moon in the sky.

Kohane was in love at first sight.

#winter sekai gift exchange 2023 #an shirashi #kohane azusawa #anhane #bee.txt #rui kamishiro #shizuku hinomori #mafuyu asahina #emu otori #airi momoi #saki tenma

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kiwinatorwaffles · 9 months

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decked out opening day got my notifications bombing with videos im about to have a queue longer than a 4 hour video essay

#hermitcraft #kiwi’s calls

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moccahobi · 4 months

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Tangled Mess: Solitare

Summary: Studying is tiring. Somehow you know exactly how to help Hoseok refocus during a long and tiring studying session.

Paring: Hoseok x GN Reader, Yoongi x Jungkook

Genre: Soulmate AU, Grad School AU, Young Professional AU, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: A Breakup

Word Count: 362 words

A/N: Super late lol. Been away and sick so I wasn't super active. But the series is back up and Imma queue a few too!

Part 4 << Masterlist >> Part 6

Hoseok needed a break. This was something he knew on so many levels, his body aching from sitting in the cafe chair for four hours, his head throbbing from too much caffeine, his brain fuzzy from too many hours of memorization, and his heart hurting from confusion.

Hoseok couldn’t take a break though. The final for his Victorian era fashion class was in two days and if he didn’t get all this information memorized, he was going to be at risk of failing the class… which could set him back from graduating.

Rest was a privilege that Hoseok didn’t have access to. Despite taking a week off of his part time job to study more (only made possible because Seokjin, the amazing roommate he is, offered to cover 3/4 of the rent this month so Hoseok could work less). He needed to pass this class.

“Oh! Hello there!”

His eyes snapped up, you were standing in front of him, all bundled up from the cold weather outside, a large smile warming the room.

You can’t think like that Hoseok.

“Hi! How are you doing?”

“Ok. Better now that I’m talking to you! I’ve not talked to anyone today.” You said with a laugh, “How are you?”

“Tired.”

You nodded, letting a beat of silence brew between you before asking, “Is it ok if I join?”

“Sure! Although, I’ll be a horrible table mate,” Hoseok started organizing his notes and flashcards, “I have a final soon.”

You winced and nodded, going off to the register to place an order.

Soon enough, the two of you were working away in silence (well you were reading a book while Hoseok worked). That was until Hoseok grabbed his phone and started to scroll away, his brain too foggy to properly focus for a bit. It wasn’t a good habit, but scrolling through mindless media offered a pause to his mind that he desperately needed.

“That’s some odd work you’re doing.” You said with a laugh, already looking at Hoseok when he looked up.

“Oh. Yeah. I needed a break.”

You nodded, “Rest is vital. How long have you been studying here?”

“A few hours probably.”

“Damn. No wonder you needed the break. Will you be able to stop for the day soon?”

Hoseok shook his head.

“Hmmm. Then I will be here to help you relax while you’re breaking!” You laughed quietly before pulling out a deck of cards, “Have you ever played solitaire?”

“Of course. I’m horrible at it though.”

“Perfect! I can teach you then! I’m amazing.”

After clearing their table of everything but their drinks, Hoseok and you fell into a rhythm of playing solitaire. His coffee got cold before you stopped to let him work more but he didn’t mind. His heart raced every time your hands got close and he saw the small gap between the red strings but he tried to ignore it. His mind felt a little more tired but he surprisingly had more energy to get back into homework.

His heart was even more confused though. You were just being friendly. Just friendly.

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phantomstatistician · 2 months

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Saturday Status Update

REQUESTS: CLOSED

The wait time for a request is: 57 working days

Upcoming charts (if the sample size is large enough):

Harry Potter - Pandora Lovegood

The Devil Wars Prada - 10 most popular ships (AO3), Crossovers

Hamilton - Maria Reynolds

Stella Glow - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Les Miserables - 10 most popular ships (AO3), Eponine

Ever After High - 10 most popular ships (AO3), 10 most popular characters (AO3)

One Piece - Monkey D. Luffy, Vinsomke Sanji

Sk8 the Infinity - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Parahumans Series/Worm - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Rick and Morty - Rick Sanchez

House of the Dragon - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Undertale - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

The 100 - 10 most popular ships (AO3), Clarke Griffin/Lexa most popular AU tags (AO3)

Super Mario - Peach, Luigi

Pokémon Scarlet and Violet - 10 most popular characters (AO3)

Tolkien - Sauron, Glorfindel

Homestuck - Equius Zahhak (2016 - present)

The Locked Tomb - 10 most popular ships (AO3), 10 most popular characters (AO3)

Anne of Green Gables - L. M. Mongomery - 10 most popular ships (AO3) (excluding "Anne With an E")

Radiant Historia - 10 most popular characters (AO3)

Suikoden Series - 10 most popular characters (AO3)

Total Drama - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

DuckTales (2017) - 10 most popular ships (AO3), Webby

Spy x Family - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

My Hero Academia - Mirio Togata

Danganronpa - Himiko Yumeno

Merlin - Merlin

Megamind - 10 most popular tags (AO3)

Community - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Encanto - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Twisted Wonderland - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Mystery Science Theater 3000 - 10 most popular characters (AO3)

Star Trek: Lower Decks - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Baldur's Gate - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Percy Jackson - 10 most popular ships (AO3), Percy Jackson

Fire Emblem Awakening - Lucina, Severa

Descendants - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Into the Spider-Verse - Gwen Stacy/Spider-Gwen

Harry Potter - Remus Lupin

Naruto - 10 most popular tags (AO3)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Persona 3 - Akihiko Sanada

Powerpuff Girls - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Formula One (RPF) - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Yellowjackets - Lottie Matthews

IMPORTANT NOTE: My husband and I are going on vacation to Japan!! I'll be away 4/4-4/20 and will not be posting during this time.

Have a more elaborate request? Or want to jump the queue? Or you want to support me as a content creator? Buy me a Kofi!

#saturday status update

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can-they-lift-thors-hammer · 2 months

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The Star Trekkers

Those from any Star Trek who are worthy to possess the power of Thor.

**If a character is not here, it's not because I forgot them. It's because A, they haven't been submitted, B, they've been submitted, but their poll is still open, C, their poll is in the queue and hasn't posted yet, or D, they were deemed Not Worthy in their poll.

1. Mr. Spock (TOS)

2. D'Vana Tendi (Lower Decks)

3. Hugh/Third of Five (TNG/PIC)

4. Data (TNG) 🥈Second highest percentage of Yes votes

5. Will Riker (TNG)

6. Geordi LaForge (TNG)

(Tags are only the shows represented here. I'll add others as characters from them are deemed worthy.)

#hall of hammer wielders #star trek #star trek lower decks #star trek picard

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waitmyturtles · 9 months

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A post-Only Friends Old GMMTV Challenge update! Let's do it this:

1) Tomorrow, I unleash a long review of Love of Siam, a seminal film from 2007 that has long had artistic influence on the Thai television BL genre. I only wish I had watched this film chronologically from the start, because I think it's clear that it's had a ton of impact on Thai BLs since the genre was born. It's a tough film, but well worth watching, and I got very nerdy about it. Many thanks to the dear friend @bengiyo for reading my post in advance and for recommending the film as a must-watch for the project. Despite its toughness -- it was fantastically done.

2) Later this week, I'll post a review of a very. different. kind of movie. in 2014's My Bromance, which I took on to learn more about yaoi tropes in Thai queer media, and to see Fluke Teerapat and Fluke Natouch in pre-BL roles. Woof.

3) Last week, I DEVOURED Tee Bundit's Lovely Writer -- Y'AAAALLLLLLLLL! I'm just like! If you read around here regularly, you KNOW how pissed off I was about Step By Step, and I hadn't even seen Lovely Writer yet, which now explains to me why a lot of folks stuck around with SBS. I'm just like. HOW did the SAME FILMMAKER make TharnType, AND Lovely Writer, AND SBS? I have no clue. But Lovely Writer was SHARP, LAYERED, SMART as hell, managing MANY THEMES with artistic fluency. The special episode was also well worth watching -- and that was at the usually-expected Tee Bundit length of nearly two hours! When I get to reviewing LW, I will focus heavily on the show itself, but I'm just like, WOW, Tee, my dude, whoa. What's going on there.

4) I have a few reviews in the queue coming up over the next few weeks: Manner of Death, A Tale of Thousand Stars rewatch, and Lovely Writer. I've pressed pause on the OGMMTVC for one hot second to CONSUME Jojo Tichakorn's The Warp Effect as prep for Only Friends, and fuck, am I glad I did -- I will throw out a review of TWE in the midst of all of this.

5) And finally! Whoa, whoa! Last Twilight in Phuket and I Promised You The Moon is on deck for my viewing pleasure this week. Teh's looking at Only Friends, being like -- crazy game meets crazy game, playas! See y'all tomorrow with a Love of Siam review in hand!

#the old gmmtv challenge #ogmmtvc #turtles catches up with old gmmtv #love of siam #my bromance #lovely writer #manner of death #a tale of thousand stars #last twilight in phuket #i promised you the moon

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playstation-lichenthrope · 1 year

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ughghghhbhnbh someone fucking bug me and/or cedar to update carrd stuff and the pinned post when we get up

like. even just leaving a like idc just we've placed notes we've set timers nothings working someone help before it becomes too late for our brain to rationalize pleasseese

i wanna do so much but just keep getting distracted hhguhh

#now that i look at that last 'noise typed out as letters' it looks like hhgregg and i cant unsee it #Deck the Malls #Yeah hi first post by mee i guess (why do we do this its corny and stupid /lh [not mad at you rotary])#rambles #queue 4 u

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Info for Faith In The Future World Tour CHICAGO, IL - JUN 15 2023

With special guests THE SNUTS & ANDREW CUSHIN!

Important Times:

4:00 PM – General Queuing for GA Begins (no wristbands required)

4:30 PM – Parking Opens (you will be able to park earlier if needed)

5:30 PM - Doors Open

7:00 PM - The Snuts

8:00 PM - Andrew Cushin

9:00 PM - Louis Tomlinson

Times are all approximate and subject to change.

General admission (pit tickets):

We do not allow camping or overnight parking of any kind.

Guests with General Admission tickets can begin lining up no earlier than 9am on 6/15.

Sequentially numbered wristbands will be given out on a first-come first served basis.

Guests must have a valid ticket for the Huntington Bank Pavilion June 15 show to receive a wristband, and All guests must be present to receive wristbands.

Any guest camping overnight or arriving before 9 am will not be given wristbands and be sent to the back of the line.

Guests are encouraged to return at 3pm to queue for General Admission entry at THE MAIN TICKET GATES.

Security will honor wristbands from 3:00 PM - 4:00 PM. After 4:00 PM, guests will join the line on a first come, first served basis

Loss, removal or tampering with a wristband will result in loss of place in the GA line.

Guests are not permitted to hold places in line.

Please be respectful and courteous to all other guests in line.

If you have seats there's no need to line up!

Note: the venue seems to be quite strict and professional about this policy (see their socials)!

Subject to change. Check the venue’s socials for updates (IG / Twittter)!

⚠️ HYDRATION REMINDER ⚠️

Hydrate before the show, while waiting in line and during the show

For optimal hydration drink something with electrolytes such as Gatorade or LiquidIV

Eat well!

Here are important policies:

The venue is CASHLESS! Pay with a card or mobile pay!

Parking: Several parking options available. Info here and here. $40 Adler Planetarium Lot, East Parking Lot, and $35 North Garage, Waldron Deck, and South Lot (subject to availability). Soldier Field's North Parking Garage available, book in advance here ($35-40). VIP parking sold out.

Upgrades: Lakefront VIP Club ($50), Live Nation Blanket ($20) - buy here.

ADA info here

Cameras: camera phones, disposable cameras, and small digital cameras ALLOWED. Any camera that has a detachable lens will be considered professional and not allowed in. If the camera lens zooms out more than 1 inch it will not be allowed in.

Water: up to 1-gallon in a factory sealed or empty bottle. NO Metal water bottles.

Food: in a clear, 1-gallon ziploc bag

Designated smoking areas are in the plaza and lawn area (when the lawn is open).

NO alcohol

NO Animals (except service animals)

NO Marijuana or any cannabis products

NO drugs

NO Coolers, umbrellas, strollers

NO Glass, Metal, or Hard Plastic Containers

NO Metal water bottles or Hydration packs/Camelbacks

NO knives, firearms, Brass knuckles, Tasers & mace/pepper spray or weapons of any kind

NO Fireworks

NO Laptops

NO Lawn chairs

NO Selfie sticks

NO Laser Pointers

There is NO RE-ENTRY!

VIEW VENUE MAP here and here

VIEW SEAT MAP

*This list is not exhaustive. Items not appearing on the list may still be prohibited at the discretion of Security

For more details click here

Bag Policy:

Clear plastic, vinyl, or PVC tote bags no larger than 12” x 6” x 12” ALLOWED and/or

small clutch bags (6”x 9”) approximately the size of a hand ALLOWED - doesn’t need to be clear.

NOT allowed: Non-clear purses larger than a clutch bag, coolers, briefcases, backpacks, fanny packs, cinch bags, luggage of any kind, computer bags, camera bags, or any bag larger than the permissible size.

No other bags of any type will be allowed.

Banners, signs and flag policy:

Signs larger than 8.5" x 11" are not allowed (this is the size of a standard sheet of paper)

We do not allow flags per venue policy.

More here and here

Contact:

For additional questions please call the venue at (312) 288-3190 or 312-540-2668. You can also access their website. Check their twitter here and IG here for updates. Address: Huntington Bank Pavilion at Northerly Island, 1300 S. Linn White Drive, Chicago, IL 60605

#fitfwt chicago #venue policy #venue info

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princessmisery666 · 2 years

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Glimpse Of Heaven - Part 5.6 Under The Radar Mini Series

Summary: Unknowingly, Jake earns himself some brownie points, and you reward him.

Warnings: smut, fluff

W/C: 1.3k

Characters: Lieutenant Jake "Hangman" Seresin, fem!reader (You. Call sign: Huntress). Mentioned/Small Parts: Penny Benjamin, Lieutenant Javy "Coyote" Machado, irrelevant but required OC’s.

Pairing: Hangman x Fem!Reader, (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

A/N: my wonderful beta @deanwinchesterswitch is all finished and given me her stamp of approval. So I'm changing the schedule to post the last 4 parts over the next 4 days.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: made by me on canva // @writercole made the dividers.

Series Master Lists: Parts 1 - 5 // Drabbles & One-shots

A Glimpse Of Heaven

A month or so later.

It’s been a long day. One of the new recruits, Apollo, went into G-lock - luckily recovered before he made friends with the mountain edge, and another, Flipper, decided to throw up while inverted in the two-seater F-18 with you. Funny how Maverick never gets vomited on.

The last thing you want to do is go to The Hard Deck. You want to shower and sleep. Coyote stuck around Fightertown, too, so it’s not like Jake is all alone, waiting on you, and you’re sure he’s having fun drinking and shooting pool with his friend.

You call Jake, and he answers on the third ring.

“Hey, beautiful,” he greets, a smile evident in his voice.

“Hey babe,” you say wistfully.

“You sound tired. Everything okay?”

“Long day. Do you mind if I give tonight a miss?”

“No, of course not, darling,” he says, but he sounds disappointed. “But can I come give you a kiss when I get back?”

“I’ll leave my door unlocked,” you smile.

“G’night, baby,” Jake says softly before hanging up.

It’s been a busy few days, you’ve hardly seen him, but you look forward to him waking you up later with a kiss. But while you shower, the notion of being able to kiss him now, feel his arms around you, massage some of the tension of the day out of your shoulders has too great a pull, and you find yourself rushing to finish up and change.

The bar is packed; with uniforms and civilians. A pretty blonde strides in your path as you enter, laser-focused on a target, and she gives you an apologetic smile when you have to stop to not collide. “Sorry,” she says.

You chuckle, telling her, “go get him, girl,” with a wink. Her smile grows, and she continues on her path.

The queue at the bar is three people deep, and you have to wait. You don’t need to search the crowd for Jake; you know he’ll be at the pool table. When you finally make it to the bar, you glance over. Coyote is bent over a pretty dark-haired woman, giving her some pointers on her form. Jake’s standing to the side, leaning on the wall waiting his turn, but the blonde woman you’d encouraged is standing close by - too close. Jake’s head is tipped low so she can whisper in his ear.

“Hey, Y/N,” Penny greets you at the bar, just as Jake straightens and laughs. “Usual?”

You hear her but don’t process it; too busy watching the interaction. The blonde’s hand is on his bare forearm.

“Don’t worry about her,” Penny says, finally gaining your attention. “She’s a frequent flier, and I’m pretty sure he’s already been there, but we all know you’re the only person he’s ever gone back to.”

Penny isn’t wrong. Besides, Jake is a flirt. It’s something you’ve come to expect. He flirts with everyone - likes the added ego boost. But he also has a high sex drive, his appetite is insatiable, and he likes to come twice during every session.

However, it’s been a month, and you still haven’t let him get passed third base. Maybe he’s had enough; maybe he’s frustrated enough to think he can get his dick wet with this groupie, and you’ll be none the wiser. After all, he’s no longer expecting you.

Penny hands you a bottle of beer, and you take it without looking. Jake takes a half step back, and her hand falls from his arm. You see his lips move, and he’s shaking his head. You maneuver through the crowd, and the blonde is walking toward you, smile now absent. “Strike out?” you ask.

“He has a girlfriend,” she shrugs with a look of genuine disappointment, carrying on toward her friends.

A warmth spreads through you. Bashful glee that one, he rejected her and didn’t revert to his old ways, and two, he called you his girlfriend. It only occurs to you in the moment that it's the first time either of you has officially labeled the relationship. Okay, he’s definitely earned some brownie points, and you decide he deserves a reward.

You squeeze your way through the mass of bodies and stand at the left corner pocket of the pool table just as Jake pots the black ball. His eyes drive the length of the cue and up your body. His face breaks out into a huge grin when he sees it’s you. “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, beautiful,” he greets, straightening up. “I didn’t think you were coming.”

“I wasn’t, and we’re not staying,” you tell him. You can feel the lust in your expression, hungry eyes, and husky voice, “take me home.”

Jake reads the situation correctly, wets his lips, and holds his cue out to Coyote without taking his focus off you. “Bye, buddy.”

Jake felt the tension in your body when he pinned you against his car outside the bar. His hands under your shirt, kneading your breasts, mouths connected in a charged kiss. Your hand gripping his hair, the other groping his hard cock. “Backseat,” you’d suggested breathlessly.

“Nu-huh,” he’d said, pulling back to look into your lust-blown eyes. “No, sweetheart, I’ve been waiting for this. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right.” he told you, “no quickie in the backseat. I want to take my time. Take it real slow. I can see your mind is overworked, I can feel the tension in your body, so I’m gonna make every second of this worth it.”

He meant every word, and he’s following through with his promise. Yet, it's increasingly more difficult not to rut into you and chase his end.

Jake’s completely intoxicated. The lights are dimmed low, and the temperature is just right, the open window blowing a gentle breeze over his naked form. He’s right where he should be, you caged beneath him, slotted perfectly between your legs, cock buried so deep he’s nudging your cervix with every calculated thrust.

“Tell me your desires,” he whispers in the shell of your ear, hips rolling and snapping. “I want to provide every single one.”

“You, Jake,” you moan, eyes fluttering, “you're my desire. I just want you.” you draw his face down to yours and kiss him with a passion and eagerness he’s never felt before.

Fuck. That’s enough to make him want to blow his load, but he doesn’t. He holds himself back, smoothing his hand up your arm, intertwining your fingers, and presses it into the mattress.

You roll your hips as he fucks into you, making him go unbelievably deeper, and you whimper his name on a stuttering loop.

You’re so warm and tight, enveloped around him, and he can’t describe how incredibly perfect it feels. It’s different this time. He’s never gone this slow before. He used to let his cock take over and sprint to the finish line, only slowing to make sure you come before him. But this, this moment, he wants it to last forever.

“Fuck, Jake,” you groan.

“Shit, you feel so good.”

“I want you to come with me,” you request, “please.”

From the pitch of your plea, he knows you're close, right on the edge, and he knows one precision swirl of his thumb on your clit, and you’ll come undone.

“No, baby,” he apologizes, reaching between your bodies, and hitting the bullseye with his thumb. “I’m not finished with you yet,” he manages to say before you splinter beneath him.

He kisses you through it, never slowing or changing his rhythm, waiting for you to come back down.

“I love you,” he declares, and though you don’t say it back, the way you look at him, he swears he catches a glimpse of heaven in your eyes.

Part 5.7 - Attention

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