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#please laugh i've had this in my head for months
greenxgloss · 12 hours
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omg okay only if u want to but the mission is have for u is:
playing 7 mins in heaven w charlie, jill, kirby, etc and you spin the bottle on charlie and end up giving him head in the closet.
“do you want to kiss me charlie?”
“you can touch me wherever you want char”
and a mumbling stuttering charlie who’s never had head and he’s asking a hundred times over “do i do it like this?” or “is this okay?”
i just rewatched all of the scream series and even tho i’m in love with r!euro i can’t stop thinking ab charlie walker :,)
AHHHH OMG I LOVE THIS YOU CLEVER MIND there's just something about cinema geeks
7 Minutes (Charlie Walker)
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Summary: you and Charlie join a game of 7 minutes in heaven and when you get your 7 minutes you give the shy virgin more than just a kiss Warnings: NSFW, sub!charlie, charlie receiving oral, soft!dom!reader, praise kink, fem!reader, use of Y/N
"do you plan on making a move tonight?" Kirby asked and you shrugged at her question. "he's totally into you he probably barely even notices me. I'd definitely tear that up if I got the chance though." you said causing the both of you to burst out laughing.
"it got really quiet out there." you joked as you sat on the counter of Jill's kitchen talking to Kirby. you both grabbed your drinks and walked out to the main room to see everyone playing 7 Minutes in Heaven. "now we're talking!" Kirby exclaimed as she pulled you to sit in the circle. "Uh I don't know if I should play." you tried to fight her but she glared at you. "you are playing you prude." she joked causing you and the rest of the group to laugh. "okay jills turn." Robbie said, passing her the bottle.
7 minutes later Jill and Trevor walked back into the room, Jill looking upset and Trevor embarrassed causing you to giggle. he definitely got a lecture in that closet. "okay my turn!" you exclaimed snatching the bottle. "please never make me do that again... Who even invited him??" Jill said, sitting back down next to Charlie. you spun the bottle hoping it would land on him. you'd been fantasizing about Charlie for months but just didn't know how to approach him. you were also sure he was interested in Kirby so you never made a move.
sure enough, it landed on him and you reached for his hand and led him to the closet while everyone giggled and teased him. you blushed though you tried to keep it cool and collected. you were screaming inside. you finally got your hands on him.
you walked him into the closet and closed the door. "uh I've never.." he began but you interrupted him. "it's okay Charlie we don't have to do anything you don't want to do." you told him but he stayed quiet, eyeing your lips, glancing at your cleavage. "Do you want to kiss me, Charlie?" you asked. he nodded but it wasn't enough. "use your words." you pulled him closer and pressed up to him. "I do. I want to kiss you." he said, quietly almost mumbling and something about it made your skin tingle. he wrapped his hands around you and you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.
when you pulled away you could see the tent pitched in his pants. "that's so cute." you cooed as you palmed him gently, causing him to quietly gasp. "Do you wanna touch me? you can touch me wherever you want char." you told him, kissing him again and feeling his hands press to your tits. you moaned quietly into each other's lips. "is that okay?" he asked, whispering. "yes baby you're doing so good." you told him, reaching into his jeans and lightly stroking him and his body tensed.
"its okay you're safe. you have no idea how long i've wanted to get my hands on you." you told him. he blushed. "you fantasize about me?" he asked in a low whisper as you got on your knees. "mhm" you hummed as you unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock. "oh uh-" he stammered, his hands waving around in confusion.
"put your hands on my face." you told him as you guided him. you licked his tip and hooked your tongue under his hood causing him to throw his head back in pleasure. "oh fuck." he moaned out and you immediately put your thumb in his mouth to quiet him. you pull away. "you have to be quiet baby they might hear us. and we have 4 minutes left is that enough for you?" you asked him while you continued to pump him with your free hand.
"yes yes oh fuck yes." he kept his moans quiet. his quiet needy voice soaking you. you couldn't wait to watch him beg for you. "am-am i doing okay?" he asked, pulling away from your thumb. "of course baby you're doing so good for me. you taste so good." you told him and quickly shoved his length into your mouth and bobbed your head. he lightly tugged at your hair, causing you to moan, the vibrations sending him over the edge and he came in your mouth. "fuck Y/N oh god that was so good." he said, hot ropes of cum pouring down your throat.
"you're a virgin but you definitely keep prepared." you laughed. "what? how do you know?" he asked, helping you stand up. "well you were oblivious to what to do but your cum was sweet." you told him as you wiped your mouth and kissed him hard. "times been up for like 2 minutes you dirty dogs." Kirby yelled, banging on the door. charlie and you looked at each other before you giggled and his face flushed.
the both of you walked out and Kirby made a face. "smells like sex in there." she teased, all the boys patting Charlie on the back.
"to many more yeah?"
A/N: this may have been a little rushed but only because my ideas and endings kept leaving my brain and I kept coming up with new ones omg I can't I love yall requesting Charlie, the ideas are endless with him cuz he's basically living a double life
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It's Wednesday and WIPs and stuff
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Alright, let's do this while I'm still up doing my best impression of a world-class insomniac, even if nothing about it feels world-class
I posted that little ACD signs all the books fic gotta sign 'em all
So that means I'm back on the TSwift fairytale for next month and well Henry's still a kitten (well technically as I've already written later parts he's not but in this part I've been working on he is)
Young Prince Alex is in the garden with his Kitty Hen, chasing him as he runs through the flowers and under bushes. The longer he is in this form, the more trouble he leads Alex to, and he’s quite done with being the only one scolded. He’s in the process of coaxing the kitten, who is also his best friend, from a tree limb just out of his reach when it happens. Queen Mary, out for a walk in the garden, who he and his kitten/friend have been able to avoid since the magic snafu, is on the garden path behind him. He is unaware of this until he hears the sneering voice behind him, “Prince Alexander, please tell me what you are doing in that tree?” Prince Alex stills: one who looks closely at him can tell he is wracking his young brain for the best way to handle this, “Um, well, my kitten got stuck in this branch, and I’m attempting to get him out.” Luckily for all, he remembers the adults are attempting to keep what had happened secret in time. The queen turns to some of the security with her, and the young prince worries about what she will have them do. Queen Mary snaps at the closest guard, “Get that cat out of the tree so he can stop trampling the garden.” Prince Alex stares down at his feet, nerves evident, as the guard grabs the kitten, his friend Prince Henry, from the tree. He works hard to keep his nerves off his face, looking as if he is just affected by the scolding. The guard shoves the kitten into Prince Alex’s arms and guides him back to the path. “Prince Alexander, I believe it is best you find your way back to those in charge of you while you are here. The garden will do well with a break from your particular blend of exuberance.” Queen Mary says, looking down her nose at him. “Yes, Your Majesty.” Before Prince Alex can turn to leave the kitten in his arms, he butts his head against him, reminding him he needs to bow. He bows quickly and walks down the path towards the palace, holding his friend tight to him so he is unable to escape. After he puts more distance between them and the queen, he whispers to his friend, “Thanks for the reminder about the bowing, Hen; the last thing we need is to end up in the dungeon.” The prince laughs when his friend licks his hand with his little kitten tongue. When they return to the palace, Princess Beatrice is looking for them. “Alex, it’s time for you to go to the lower level rooms; my father believes they have found the solution to Hen’s hairy little problem.” The prince's eyes widen at the princess's words. He will be happy to have his friend back in his usual form, but he thinks he may miss having him in this adorable kitten form. He strokes the kitten’s back as he follows Princess Beatrice to the lower levels of the castle, nervous that maybe they’ll end up in the dungeons after all.
alright so all kinds of no-pressure tags going out to: @adreamareads @agame-writes @anincompletelist @bitbybitwrites @dragonflylady77 @duchessdepolignaca03 @england-would-fall @firenati0n @firstsprinces @forever-fixating @heysweetheart-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @inexplicablymine @itsmaybitheway @junebugclaremontdiaz @kiwiana-writes @littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @magicandarchery @nocoastposts @piratefalls @priincebutt @sophie1973 @stellarm @sunnysideprince @suseagull04 @taste-thewaste @typicalopposite @oxfordslutphase @thesleepyskipper
excited to see what y'all might be working on
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therapycat21 · 2 days
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Hi, I love your writing! I’d love a Travis one shot where he’s a guest on our podcast or we’re one of the sports interviewer after a game and we engage in a lot of flirty banter which ends up with him sliding in our dm’s!
Call Her Daddy?
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Request? Yes/No! Description: Having the most famous podcasts on the internet, You have a guest who loves to flirt. Note: Thank you so much! It means the world. Here is your request! Much Love, TherapyCat21
"Hello, I'm Y/n and welcome to call her daddy, on today's episode we have three three-time Super Bowl champion and tight end for the Kansas City Chiefs, please welcome, Travis Kelce!" I smiled and looked over at the 6'5 bearded man in the lavender fluffy chair with headphones and a mic.
He smirks before bringing the mic to his mouth "Hello, hello thank you for having me" He smiles at the camera and turns back to face me. He never fails to have a smile on his face.
"So congratulations on your current win, I was grateful to be one of the fans in the stadium watching live this year and it was amazing to witness, how have you felt recently after all the chaos with winning a third Super Bowl?" I ask.
"Uhm it definitely has been chaotic since but things are kind of slowing down now, right now I'm kinda just relaxing and taking a good time off, eating a bunch of junk food before the next season" he chuckles.
I laugh "Hey, I would do the same if I did what you do, what's your favorite junk food?" I questioned "Definitely gotta be spicy nacho Doritos or the chunky chips ahoy cookies. " he smirked
"ooh, those sound good! but the real question is, what drink?" I smirk back. "how bout this, I'll give you the brand and we both try to name the same?" he suggests. I nod in agreement "Okay, I'm down." I tell him.
"Okay so the brand is Fanta" he looks at me with a lazy smirk. I squint my eyes at him before they widen. He claps his hands together in excitement "You know damn well which flavor I'm talkin about! On the count of three, we say it at the same time!" He tells me. I nod
I laugh before sighing "Okay ready?" I questioned, He nods
"1!"
"2!"
"3!"
"GRAPE!"
I jump from my seat laughing, as I settle back in my seat, he leans over and we high five "That's my girl, I knew you'd get it, great minds think alike" he says with a lovesick smile.
I smiled back "This has been awesome, thank you so much for coming on today, I definitely needed this!" I say with the most genuine smile I've had in months. He nods, clasping his hands together "No thank you, It feels good to be interviewed like this, We really have to do this again." he suggests.
I nod over at him "Absolutely, thanks to Travis for making room and coming onto Call Her Daddy today," I look at the camera "Please remember to like and subscribe and remember to check back soon to see who the next guest is next week! Bye everyone!" I wave at the camera before the signal is off.
I look at Travis "Seriously thank you so much for making time and coming on today, it means a lot " I tell him as I stand up from my seat. He stands "No thank you needed, It was refreshing, I needed this"
My social media manager comes over to us "Okay, can we get a picture of you two together to upload for this week's episode?" She questions.
We both nod and shuffle closer together and I finally see how tall he is compared to me, He places himself practically touching sides, throws his arm around my shoulder, and lays his head on the top of mine and we both smile as the picture is captured.
"thank you both so much," she says before walking to upload the picture.
We let go and hang out for a little longer before his manager tells us it's time for him to attend another event. We stand up from the seats we sat back on to talk more and hug each other goodbye.
I finally get back home and decide to take a shower and watch some TV with my cat when I get a notification, I open Instagram to see tons of notifications from the picture of me and Travis my manager posted for the new episode.
I look over to see a new message request, I click and see it's Travis, I smile before clicking the notification to see he tried sending me a message.
"I had an amazing time with you today, I was hoping we could do it again but this time at a nice restaurant at 8 this Friday? Let me know soon!"
I sit in shock before I respond
"Absolutely, here's my number so we can discuss this more (xxx-xxx-xxxx) ;)"
Twitter:
@user212121: Did y'all see how he was looking at her??!!!???
@furefchids: Their vibe is amazing, they go so well together!
@fhrhffds: Did not expect this pair but absolutely living for it!
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osaemu · 4 months
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GOJO SATORU: IT'S GONNA FEEL SO GOOD, I PROMISE!
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.ೃ࿐ he's dreamt about fucking you for months, and now that you're finally in his sheets, he has no intent of letting you go—especially when he finds out that he's your first time. NSFW
contents: fem!reader. virgin!reader. kinda sorta subtle coercion, corruption kink, slight dubcon, fingering, p –> v, lots of praise!!, mentions of prior dirty dreams (about you).
author's note: had this stuck in my drafts for a while so uhhhh. yea enjoy. tagging @mymegumi bc i love selene ꨄ︎
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"please, baby, it'll feel so good," satoru cooes, threading his fingers through your hair and pulling your face closer to his. "i promise i'll be gentle."
you shrug, scrunching up your nose at satoru hesitantly. "i don't know..."
your boyfriend presses his lips to yours briefly and smiles tenderly. satoru's soft eyes are fixed on you, only you as he widens them pleadingly. "i wanna teach you how to fuck. please, sweetheart, we can stop anytime. jus' wanna make you feel good, i promise!"
it's only partially a lie—yes, satoru certainly wants to teach you to fuck, but he's not entirely certain that he could just stop anytime. especially because he's well aware that fucking a virgin is such an addicting experience—satoru knows you're gonna be so tight that you'll just suck him in, and he isn't that confident that he'll be able to stop once he's started.
but whatever, that's a problem for later—for now, he's focused on persuading you to spread those legs for him and show him your pretty pussy.
you pause, considering his proposal. after a couple seconds, you nod hesitantly. "you promise you'll be gentle?" you ask meekly, averting your eyes.
satoru nods, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "of course—now c'mon, let's get those clothes off of you, baby." and a couple agonizing minutes later, you're half naked underneath a shirtless satoru, and his fingers trace the inside of your thigh.
"so first, i'm gonna make you cum on my fingers, 'kay?" satoru informs you. "needa loosen you up so you can take my dick."
"o-okay," you whisper, swallowing nervously. "i'm a little scared," you admit, fiddling with the waistband of your lacy underwear. "will it hurt?"
after a moment, satoru nods in response. "at first it will. but then you're gonna feel so good, i promise."
"you promise?"
"i do."
satoru tugs down your panties and grins at the sight of your pussy, untouched and reserved just for him. he's dying to just fuck you then and there, rough and no prep, but he made a promise. and satoru has no intention of breaking it.
"ready?" he breathes, positioning his fingers just outside of your entrance. when you nod, he shakes his head. "i'm gonna need to hear it from you, baby. use your words."
"i'm r-ready," you confirm, inching your thighs farther apart for him.
"good girl."
then satoru slips his fingers inside, and you can't suppress the sudden moan that slips out of your lips. to you, it's embarrassing, but to satoru, it's music to his ears. he steadily pushes his fingers farther and farther into your tight cunt, and satoru can't help but marvel at the way you just suck him in.
"you're so fuckin' tight," satoru mumbles, eyes fixed on your pussy. "and so wet, too. i've barely even touched you, fuck."
it's agonizing, really—the sensation of having someone else's fingers inside of you is so new and so strange that you can almost ignore the pain (which is present but not as throbbing as you had feared). satoru makes sure to be as gentle as he can, which unfortunately isn't quite as gentle as you'd like—but it's not too rough for you to handle.
satoru starts widening his fingers in a scissor-like motion, stretching you farther apart to make room for his already rock-hard dick. you squirm around him and whine about how deep his fingers are, but satoru dismisses your complaints with a laugh. "c'mon, this is barely the beginning. if ya can't take this, how're you gonna take my dick?"
a couple minutes later, when satoru finally deems you loose enough, he pulls out his now-drenched fingers. looking you in the eye with a smug smile, he slips his fingers into his mouth and licks your slick off of them. "mm, you taste so good, pretty. lemme see if you feel as good as you taste, yeah?"
and that's how he convinces you to keep your thighs nice and spread wide open for him as he positions the head of his dick at your entrance, practically trembling from the effort it takes to not just pound into you. you're so compliant and perfect for satoru, and it takes every ounce of his willpower to resist the urge to push you up against the headboard and fuck you until you pass out.
but somehow, he manages to control himself. "alright, baby, this is gonna hurt," satoru warns, touching his reddening tip to your soaked pussy. "you ready?"
"y-yeah," you breathe, distantly noticing the way your hands start to tremble. satoru exhales softly and shakes his hair out of his eyes before gently pushing himself inside of you, and the first thought that enters your head is that he's ridiculously big—it feels like you're getting torn apart every second he goes in farther.
"satoruuu," you whine, starting to paw at his chest when he goes in farther, and it's too much, too fast, but he only grins down at you in response. "it hurts, ow... y're too—"
"uh uh, just shut your pretty mouth n' take it," satoru groans, shifting the angle of his hips and going in a little deeper. you cry out in pain, face scrunching up in an effort to numb the stinging sensation around your waist. satoru dips his head and kisses your forehead, murmuring praises on how well you're doing.
"it'll feel so good soon, i promise, baby," he insists, pressing his lips to the spot in between your eyes. "you're takin' me so good, fuck— agh, you're so damn tight, this one's gonna hurt like hell, but you can take it, yeah? my pretty princess, you'll do anythin' i say, won't ya..."
satoru doesn't give you a chance to respond before he says something about this being the last stretch, but his words don't really sink in until he's two more inches deep into you. his last thrust is so sudden and jarring that it makes you cry out his name, over and over and over until the pain evident on your face starts to turn into something that looks a lot like... pleasure?
a self-assured smile grows on satoru's flushed face when he sees the chance, and a thousand more words of praise fall from his lips. your vision's a little fuzzy in the corners, and your mind is all but gone—it's hard to focus on anything but the slowly fading pain.
satoru starts to move his hips back and forth, easing your loosening cunt into him and nodding at the way you slowly start to show signs of wanting more. your eyes brighten up a little and you seem more alert the longer satoru opens you up.
"startin' to feel good now?" he asks, smiling smugly when you nod your head. "yeah, told you so." the prominent blush on his face starts to creep down his neck, and when you reach up and tentatively touch his cheek, that's when he loses it.
it takes every drop of self-restraint in his body to not flip you over, face-down and ass-up and fuck your tight cunt the way he's dreamed about for months. satoru's imagined it for so long that it's practically a reality for him—the way you would whimper his name and claw at the sheets, the way you would cum all over him too many times to count, all of it. he's seen it a thousand times in his head, but having his fantasy so close and yet so far drives him insane.
but as you smile up at him, the almost unnoticeable tremble in your bottom lip assures him that this probably isn't the time. after all, you're not leaving him anytime soon, so he might as well train you first before even attempting any of that on your perfect, untouched body.
"what do i do now?" you ask, and the simplicity of the question is almost childish. especially when satoru almost laughs in response, soft blue eyes glinting with amusement.
"jus' lie there and stay pretty f'me. and keep your legs spread wiiide open," satoru cooes, shaking his hair out of his eyes only for it to fall right back in.
"yeah, you're doin' so good that i don't even buy that you were a virgin—or are you just naturally made for me, huh? maybe that's it, 'cause i swear on my life that i've never fucked a cunt this fuckin' pretty, heh."
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talaok · 1 month
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Love your writing! Could we please do a cute pregnant reader x Pedro going to and at the SAG awards in honour of our boy winning! 🤍🙏🏼
Pairing: Pedro Pascal x pregnant!reader
a/n: this is how i found out he won btw. I'm so happy for him i cant even, I just love that fucking guy gosh ahhhh (as always this request skipped the line bc it wouldnt make sense in a month)
Gif credits: @tessas-thompson
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"thank you" you told him as he emerged from underneath your bump after having slipped your shoes on for you.
Turns out that when you're 7 months and a half pregnant, the most basic tasks like putting on shoes become a two person job.
He only smiled, kissing your belly and then your lips before standing up, offering you a hand to do the same.
"Heels would have looked much better with this dress" you pouted, studying yourself in the mirror, 
You hated ballerinas, but again, you weren't really in the condition to wear anything else.
"You look stunning sugar" he promised, kissing the crown of your head
You couldn't help but snort.
As much as he told you so over and over, together with everyone else in your life... you still struggled to see it, especially now in this uncomfortable dress.
"I look like a stuffed turkey" you sighed "and my boobs are so much bigger than when I first tried this dress, now they look a move away from spilling out"
His eyes twinkled with kindness, with love as he placed his hands on your waist and turned you towards him, away from your reflection.
"You're beautiful sweetheart" he promised, one hand now stroking your cheek as your own hands went to his waist "You're sexy and gorgeous and so fucking hot that if Coco wasn't still here I would demonstrate just how much right here right now" he growled, not giving you time to answer before he kissed you, soft at first, and then once you whimpered, it was like a switch turned and he was fiery and passionate and his left hand trailed to your ass and-
"Pedro!" you scolded him quietly, eyeing Coco on the other side of the room.
"she's seen worse"
She had.
Nonetheless, he took a step back, returning his hand to your waist.
"Thank you" you murmured, looking up into his hazel eyes "and by they way, you look very beautiful too"
You could have sworn you saw red staining his cheeks 
"thank you baby"
You adjusted his shirt, as you got lost in your own mind.
There he was, you beautiful, talented, Emmy, golden globe and SAG award nominated husband, looking every bit as perfect as ever.
And just like that, tears pooled in your eyes
"what's wrong?" he asked, worried
"I just-" you sniffled, trying to fight the tears as your lips trembled "I-I'm so proud of you"
"aw sweetheart" he cooed, half laughing as he wrapped you into his arms.
He'd gotten used to it now, taking care of your over-emotional self was part of his daily routine.
"Y-you just" you cried "you worked so hard a-" another quiet sob "and n- now you're finally getting the recognition you deserve I-"
"I know baby, I know" he cooed, softly kissing the top of your head "thank you" he smiled, his fingers drawing soothing circles on your back "It means a lot to me too,"
"I love you" you murmured, finally raising your head to look at him
"I love you too honey" he kissed you, laughing softly as he pulled back to see tears still running down your cheeks "You're gonna cry the whole night, aren't you?"
"I made the makeup artist use only waterproof products" was your way of saying yes, yes I'm going to, and yes I've already planned ahead
He chuckled, kissing your forehead as his hands trailed to your bump, soft kicks hitting his palms.
"She's excited" he murmured
"She's proud of her daddy too" 
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Pedro Pascal.
Pedro Pascal.
Pedro P-
Your husband. they had called your husband.
It was probably comical from the outside, seeing the shock on both your faces as you stared blankly at each other, the way your mouth gaped open, while he slapped a hand onto his, it was like- it was like time had stopped, and the word went completely quiet, until- until-
"oh my god" you breathed, throwing your arms around him and hugging him so tight it probably hurt
He didn't dare speak a word as you leaned away, landing a kiss on his mouth as you gripped his face 
"go" you laughed, grinning like an idiot as tears glimmered into your eyes "go" you urged again, this time, having him comply.
You watched every step, every move, until he was right in front of the microphone, his award in his hands.
"This is umh" he mumbled "This is wrong for a number of reasons-" 
he was in shock, his voice trembling, his eyes watery, but he kept going
"b-but thank you hbo, Bella Ramsey, Craig Mazin, Neil Drukman, Frannie, and -" A shaky sigh fled his mouth, as he chuckled to himself "jeez louise I'm making a fool of myself and my wife is gonna make so much fun of me for it and-"
All the sudden his eyes were on you, 
"my wife" he smiled, his smile brighter than the sun "I wanna thank my beautiful, amazing, intelligent, and perfect wife" he said "I love you y/n, I love you and our daughter more than anything in this world and if I'm here today- If I'm here today is mostly because of you" 
You were shaking from how hard you were crying, from how happy, ecstatic, and euphoric you were for him.
"You've made me the happiest man on this earth, you've made me a dad, you- you're my everything sweetheart" he beamed "so thank you"
He stopped a moment, as if realizing only now this had all really happened
"And now I'm gonna stop talking 'cause I need to get down there to kiss you and try to make you stop crying" he laughed, ending his speech
"thank you, everybody, really, thank you"
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He did exactly as he said,
he held you tight as he kissed you like the world was gonna end tomorrow, like if he didn't he was gonna die
And when he leaned away- when he leaned away time stopped once again, but as he pressed his forehead to yours, as you lost yourself in each other's eyes, you remembered
"You said it was wrong" you said, both your hands holding his face "but it's not" you shook your head, watching his eyes water "you deserve this baby, you do"
"sweetheart-"
"no" you shut him off, your voice hoarse from the sobs, but it didn't matter, you wanted him to know, you needed him to know "No I need you to understand that you do baby" You smiled "that you worked your ass off and that you deserve every single inch of this award" you took a deep breath, steadying your voice as you looked at him, so many unspoken words traveling between you
"ok?" you asked, finally
"ok" he beamed, kissing you again "God I love you so much"
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norrisleclercf1 · 3 months
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Santa's Little Helper
Pairing: Dad!Lando Norris x F!Reader
Rating: PG
Words: 1.3K
Warnings: Pregnancy, other than that none just fluff
Requested: Yes/No
Synopsis: Lando is finally coming home for the holidays and decides to play elf
A/N: Yes I broke my hiatus, don't judge me
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"Ready to be home?" 
Lando lifts his head from the window of his seat and looks at Oscar. They weren't the young kids they were once, long gone the season of '23. Oscar was married with two adorable little girls, Lando having married you years ago. 
"Of course, I miss them." He whispers. The season was finally over, and Lando could eventually join his family back home. You, of course, called him and kept in touch, but it was also hard to travel with a toddler and you being pregnant. 
"Yeah, I'm flying home soon too. Have to finish up here first." Oscar nods towards the McLaren factory. Groaning, they both climb out of the car, stretching. "Just need to get through this and then can be home," Lando mumbles as the two trudge through the harsh Woking winter. Oscar sighs when the intense heat of the building hits their faces, which makes Lando melt. 
"Hurry up, I've got to get back to London before Y/n and Theodore get home." Oscar rolls his eyes as he follows Lando through the factory to the meeting room. 
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Zak knew it was useless to get Lando to focus on the meeting. The older driver needed to be more focused on checking his phone every once in a while. Everyone knew you were out of town and still believed that Lando was in Dubai instead of home in England. Zak could tell that Lando was losing his patience as his knee tapping got quicker and louder. Yep, Zak was ending this now. 
"Alright," The CEO claps his hands and stands up, patting Andrea on the back and letting him stop talking. "I think we've had a very long season and year with that," Lando didn't wait as he grabbed his stuff and rushed out of the room. "Have a wonderful holiday." Zak sighs, Oscar chuckling, holding his own phone and leaving. But Zak can hear his voice pick up and the screams of delight from the speaker. 
"Well, see you in January." Andrea laughs and pats Zak on the back, walking out. 
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" Just, can you please try and delay them?" Lando begs into the phone. Your mother laughs as Lando frantically rushes around your home in London. He only had enough time to sort this out and needed you to be stalled. "Lando, darling, only so much I can do." Your mother chuckled, but her voice grew quiet when you passed by. 
"Mom? Who are you talking to?" Lando stills, holding his breathing, thinking that you'd be able to tell it was him through that. "Your aunt sugar plum, want to talk to her?" Lando can practically see your nose scrunching up as you quickly say no and walk away. Sighing in relief, Lando rushes, looking for the rest of the Christmas decorations and the new ones he's bought. 
"Really? Calling me the Aunt, that's your sister Ma." Lando teases, and your mother snorts. "That old bat will talk Y/n, poor ear off. So, why should I help you?" Lando rolls his eyes. Your mother and he constantly pick on one another, but it is filled with love. "How about I'll let you hold the baby after Y/n and I?" "Deal, I'll hide the car keys." She hangs up, which has Lando cheering. 
Stopping, he looks down at his feet and smiles, dropping to his knees. "Well, buddy, we better get started." Your English Cocker Spaniel, named Cookie. Cookie barks loudly and licks Lando's hand. "Good girl," Lando stands and looks around. "First, let's set the mood." Walking over, he hooks his phone up to the speakers and smiles as Frank Sinatra's voice fills the house. 
Lando doesn't start decorating right away. Instead, he starts cleaning the house. You were about 7 months pregnant, and it was hard to do some house chores. He wanted to show you how much he loves you. Lando wasn't one with words; more actions and giving. Moving through the house, he pushes open his son's room and smiles. 
Theodore loved Formula 1 and Marvel. His room was nothing but decked out in its merchandise. A picture of you and Lando holding him in front of his McLaren and then one giant group, one with all his uncles. Theodore's room was covered in his toys, and Lando gets to work. Putting up the toys and grabbing one of his shopping bags, he strips the bed of its sheets. He got these cute little snowmen for the sheets. Theodore matched the sheets with the identical snowmen for the comforter he got. 
He grabs another bag and takes out mini decorations. A little fake tree with Marvel and f1 ornaments. He gets to work setting it up. He hums along to the song with Cookie at the foot of the bed, watching Lando. A mini navy blue tree skirt covers the bottom of the tree and places fake gifts there. Next, Lando hands up some little fairy lights on the wall behind the bed. He puts a moose, snowman, elf, and Santa stuffies on the corner and then two red and green pillows on the bed. 
Lando finishes it by hanging up a little zipline with an Elf on it and flying over the bed with a remote. "Alright, time for the main room." Cookie whines but happily follows Lando through the house. 
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"Momma, hungry," Theodore whines as you pull up the driveway. "I know, babes, we'll eat when we get inside. It's been a long day. The baby was kicking your bladder. Theodore wanted nothing more than his Daddy. Lando wasn't answering his phone, and then your mother hid your fucking keys. "Hungry," Theodore whines, helping him out of the car; you just nod. 
"Come on, I'll make you some nuggies." Theodore smiles at you as you open the front door and freeze. There greeting you was your Christmas tree covered in soft lights, ornaments, and gifts already wrapped and under the tree. "Wha," "Hey, dinner is ready." You turn your head to see your husband wearing a Mrs. Clause apron. "Lando?" Your husband smiles, and Theodore gasps. 
"Mommy, Santa was here." Theo giggles and points at the gifts. "Um, excuse me, little man? Aren't you happy to see me?" Theo squeals louder, running toward his father and swinging him up Theodore, babbling happily. You clear your throat, trying to gain control of your emotions, but you can't notice that the house is also clean. "Lando," You whisper, hand cradling your belly. 
He gets that tooth-goofy smile of his and walks over and hugs you. "Mommy, Daddy is home," Theodore whispers, which makes you laugh through your tears. "Yes, buddy. Daddy is home." Lando snorts, wanting to make a joke but doesn't. "Alright, there are nuggies and some mac and cheese that's getting cold." Theodore wiggles out of his father's hold and zooms into the kitchen. Lando chuckles but stops when you pull him down, kissing him deeply. 
Lando moans as he pulls you in and dips you slightly before pulling you back up. "Well, hello to you too." He grumbles, blinking his eyes open as you push back his unruly curls. "I'm guessing that wasn't my aunt talking to my mother earlier?" Lando blushes and looks away. "No idea what you're talking about." You giggle and kiss him on his cheeks, smiling. 
"Why'd you do all this?" Lando pulls back, needing clarification on your question. "Baby, you're growing our baby, and besides, I love you and wanted to make things easier for you. I'm your husband. This is the bare fucking minimum. The dishes are done, the laundry is folded, the sheets are all clean, and dinner is cooked. Now, let's eat our nuggets before Theo, the little gremlin, eats them all." Nodding, you head into the kitchen, seeing Theo stare hard at his plate. 
"Theo, you could've started." You push back his hair, and he shakes his head no. "Daddy is home, but the elves still might be here. Have to be good." Lando snorts and plates your food, and your mouth waters and sit down. "That's right, Theo, better be good, or I'll bring back the elves." Rolling your eyes, you knew the elves were no more than Carlos, Charles, Max V, Max F, Oscar, and Daniel. 
"Yeah, the elves." You remark, and Lando cuts you a glare, but it is playful. "Hey, the elves are the ones who got all the gifts. Don't be mean to the elves." "Yes, and you were all wonderful little helpers." You smile, and Lando slowly pushes back the evidence of the others helping him. 
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awearywritersworld · 8 months
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tell me you don't want me
gojo satoru x reader summary: gojo adds falling in love with his dead best friend's little sister to the list of things that keep him up at night w/c: 1.8k tags/warnings: angst to fluff. gojo takes care of reader when they have a migraine. they watch shark week together, so shark haters beware. arguing, but nothing super harsh. protective!gojo. reader is referred to as a sister but there are no pronouns. gojo is around 27, reader 23. curse words. no out right smut, but a heavily suggestive ending so lets say 18+ a/n: i've been writing purely fluff for gojo, so it seems about time to return to my angst/fluff roots. today's epi made me had me feeling some type of way. may write a part two to this? idk lemme know what you think! masterlist check out my latest work for gojo here
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after you arrived at jujutsu high as a first year, everyone wore the same expression when they looked at you, their eyes full of pity and apprehension. you really couldn't blame them though. after what happened with suguru, you were left a shell of yourself, paranoid that you were destined to the same fate as your older brother.
however, the boy that suguru called his best friend held something different in his gaze whenever his eyes fell on you. understanding, maybe? gojo knew that if there was anyone in the world who missed suguru as much as he did, it had to be you.
for most of the year, the two of you really only talked in passing, dancing around a discussion neither of you were brave enough to initiate. then your brother's birthday rolled around and you found yourself drenched in rain, sneaking into the boys' dormitory to knock on gojo satoru's door.
he wasn't surprised to find you standing there.
"that idiot always refused to let me celebrate his birthday," you blurted out, damp hair sticking to your forehead.
he laughed. it was just a breath, but it was still genuine. "right? he couldn't stand being fussed over for one day."
and as you both stood there, rain pattering against the window, you felt months of unspoken tension melt away. "well, come in. i bought cake."
after that day, gojo took on the roll of your older brother and he really leaned into it. flicking your forehead to annoy you, threatening anyone he thought had a crush on you, giving you advice whenever he deemed you needed it.
you weren't sure if he was aware, even after all these years, that he'd saved you— pulled you away from the brink. you became like the little sister he never had, while he tried his best to fill the hole suguru had left in your heart.
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gojo spends more time in your apartment than his own, so it's no surprise when he barges in one afternoon, singing out your name (rather terribly, one might add).
"i have a migraine, 'toru," you groan from the couch, pulling the blanket up over your head as the bright light from behind his figure worsens your discomfort. all of your blinds are shut, the curtains pulled together. "can you please close the door?"
he hums, stepping inside and pulling the door shut quietly. "you seem to be getting them a lot lately."
"probably because i spend so much time with you," you whine facetiously.
he gasps, hand clutching at his heart. "i come all the way here to visit you, only to be ridiculed. my devastation is untellable."
after grabbing a washcloth from the linen closet, he pads over to the kitchen sink. you peer at him from under the blanket as he runs it under cold water, noting how the veins in his forearms become more prominent once he wrings it out.
you're laying across the entirety of the couch, but you scoot away from the edge and he situates himself in the space beside your hip, his body facing you. the corner of his mouth is turned down, evidence of the worry swirling in his chest. he presses the back of his fingers to your forehead before folding the cloth neatly and laying it there.
"you should mention the migraines to shoko," he suggests earnestly.
"they just flare up sometimes, you know that. it's really not a big deal."
"yeah, maybe.. but i still worry about you."
you can't help but notice how close he is and while it feels casual, it also feels... intimate? the cold cloth does bring some relief to your head, though you'd have preferred it if his hand had remained there instead.
"have you eaten?" he questions after a moment, pulling you from your thoughts.
"not yet."
"then i'll go pick up some food," he offers, rising to his feet. "do you need anything else-"
"no," you say a little too quickly, your fingers wrapping around his wrist. "i mean.. can you just stay?"
he suddenly looks very smug. "oh, what's this? are you sure spending more time with me won't make your head feel worse?"
you attempt to roll your eyes but the movement sends a sharp pain through your skull, causing you to grumble. "don't make me hurt you satoru. i was joking."
"i know," he smirks, decently self satisfied. "but you do have to eat, so-"
"there's leftover egg drop in the fridge, can you just warm that up for me please?"
"'course! anything for you, (y/n)-chan!"
his tone makes it sound as if he's teasing you, but he knows it's the truth. he's painfully aware that there isn't a thing you could ask of him that he'd deny. he tries not to think about that though, because he can't bring himself to admit what it all means.
once your soup is ready, he joins you on the couch. you move to sit up and while that makes plenty of room for him, he still lifts your legs, sitting so that they lay across his lap. one of his hands is resting on your shin, the other on your knee.
"shark week?" he suggests as you reach for the remote.
you nod eagerly. "yes."
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the two of you have never fought before.
well, maybe that's not entirely true. it isn't uncommon for the both of you to argue over video games, the latest chapter of a manga, or other things of that nature. but you and gojo have never had a genuine disagreement.
that is, until you mention wanting to challenge a decision made by the higher ups. he's well aware of how they deal with people they deem troublesome, so he can't help the vexation that bubbles up in his chest at your words.
"absolutely not," he tells you. his voice is low, not one hint of amusement to be found.
the tone leaves you narrowing your eyes, and you sound a bit misbelieving when you ask, "what do you mean 'absolutely not'?"
after everything that happened with geto, the higher ups have been wary of you. honestly, they're probably just looking for an excuse to pull another stunt like the detention center and he can't risk that. he can't risk losing you.
rather than express any part of that sentiment, however, he just goes all stone faced and vague. it's weird, so naturally it's followed by a bit of back and forth that goes nowhere, the conversation growing unreasonably volatile with each passing second.
why can't you just listen to him? why can't you give him the benefit of the doubt? he's earned that by now, hasn't he?
"i don't understand!" you hiss, your chest heaving with indignation. "why are you acting like this?"
because i love you. because i need you. because you mean more to me than everything else in this world put together.
he can't possibly say that though.. can't lay his shame bare for you to see.. can't bring himself to admit the feelings he has for you.
he's in love with dead best friend's little sister and it's wrong. it keeps him up at night. claws away at his self respect.
"i'll take care of it," he promises, sounding a bit defeated. "just please stay out of it."
"quit treating me like i'm a child, satoru. you're not my father."
your assertion makes the air in the room shift, and the feeling that forms in the pit of gojo's stomach is not unlike a cord being pulled too taut before snapping.
"so what am i then, huh? what am i to you?" he interrogates, taking a step toward you.
his eyes burn with intensity and the conviction in his voice is dizzying, especially since it's meant only for you. he immediately notices the way you stiffen, suddenly unable to meet his eye.
he swallows thickly, any restraint he has left ebbing away once he hears your small, nervous voice. "'toru, w... what do you-"
you're cut off when he takes another step in your direction, your back meeting with the wall after you attempt to maintain the space between the both of you.
one of his palms presses to the wall beside your head, though the other remains at his side. he doesn't want to trap you there, not when he still doesn't have a clear idea of how you're feeling.
his breath fans across your face, your mind struggling to process what was happening. you whisper his name, unsure of how else to respond.
"i want you." he nearly chokes on the words, the pain of admitting them evident in his voice. "want you more than anything."
and he does. he wants you more than the sleep he never gets. more than he wants to honor suguru. more than he wants to be a good man.
his head dips down, your breath catching in your throat when his lips find the spot on your jaw just below your ear.
"please, tell me to stop," he begs, sending a shiver down your spine.
your hands move to his chest, the rise and fall of it uneven and sporadic. god, you make him so fucking weak it's almost pathetic.
his lips shift to your cheek, closer to your mouth, and his hand reaches up to cradle the other side of your face. he sounds irrevocably desperate now, "tell me you don't want me."
your heart's beating so loudly in your ear drums, you can hardly hear yourself speak. "satoru, please."
"please what?" he asks, and for a moment you're unsure of the answer.
you try to open your mouth once more, but the words are lodged in your throat. confusion and frustration rattle around in your head, making it difficult to string together your thoughts. finally you just give in, grabbing his face between your hands and pulling his lips against your own.
he let's out a strangled noise, some unknowable mix of pleasure and relief. his hands land on your hips at once, greedily pulling your body against his own.
his lips are chapped, but they're perfect in the way they move against yours. the kiss isn't clumsy, nor is it unsure. it's ardent and comfortable, as if it's the most natural thing in the world.
you pull away first, each of you holding the other's gaze. you're both hazy eyed, your mouths curved into giddy, lovesick grins.
gojo doesn't hesitate when you glance down at his lips, your words easing that bitter self loathing he'd been enduring for longer than he cares to admit. "if you want me... then make me yours."
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alltoowelltom · 3 months
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driving lessons
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lando norris x reader
a/n: just wanted to get back into writing and i've gotten super into F1 the last few months
"Alright, y'ready to start?" Lando asks from the passenger seat. 
You hum, running a hand over the gear shift. 
"Yeah. Let's get this shit over with."
Lando chuckles at that, rolling his eyes. It's weird for him, turning his head the other way to look at you in the driver's seat of his McLaren. He usually hates to give up control, especially when driving is involved. 
"You might start to really like it once you get confident." He suggests. "Might even put me out of a job if I'm not careful."
You double check in the rearview mirror one more time. It's a crisp, early morning on a quiet residential street that Lando picked for you to practice your driving in. He's determined for you to pass your upcoming drivers' test and finally get a license. When he'd approached you about teaching you to drive a few weeks ago you'd jumped to the wrong conclusion. 
"I'm sorry if I ask you to drive me around too often," you'd apologised immediately. "You can always say no, I don't mind getting an Uber or catching the train."
"Nah, it's not that, lovie," he'd corrected you, pulling your body closer on the couch and resting his curly head atop of yours. "I like being useful to you and driving you places. I just worry about you when I'm away, there's always so many creeps on public transport. I just want you to be safe."
Your heart had squeezed at his words. Maybe he was right, maybe it was time to finally learn to drive?
"You're all clear." he informed you, twisting around to double check the road behind you. "Just take off the handbrake, put the car into drive and pull into the road, okay?" 
You do as he says, switching on your indicator before pulling out. 
"Oh yeah," he laughs his famously high pitched laugh. "Definitely indicate too, good idea."
"I'm better at this than you already." you laugh. 
You continue to drive along the narrow streets, slowing down to let a stray cat scamper across the road. Lando seems to grow impatient at the pace, motioning for you to speed up a bit, please. 
“I didn’t know this car could go so slowly.” he says, rolling his eyes. “Gonna have to have a word with McLaren about it.”
He directs you to an intersection and you blink at the sight of so many cars whizzing past. 
"Lan, help me," you turn to him with wide eyes. 
"You're fine, love." He grins. "Wait for your gap and then merge the way they're going."
"But they're going so fast." You say. "What if I time it wrong and fuck up your car? This is not the ideal car for someone who can't actually drive."
"This is a great car." he defends. 
"The doors open up instead of out." you deadpan. "This car is out of my league."
He shrugs as he stretches out in his seat, the picture of relaxation. 
"I've added you onto my insurance as a learner driver," he says casually, almost yawning. "It'll be fine." 
You ignore the butterflies in your stomach at his statement and follow his instructions, carefully merging in behind another car. Lando cheers, placing his big hand on your thigh and lightly tracing his fingertips along your inner leg. 
"Stop that!" you shriek, slapping his hand away.
"Huh?" he blinks at you in confusion. "I'm being a loving boyfriend? I love when you have your hand on my leg while I drive, I thought you'd like it too?" he splutters. 
You take one hand off the wheel and bring it to your mouth to hide your laughter. 
"No," you say, cheeks tinged with a pink blush. "I physically can't concentrate on the road when you're touching me. Like I cannot think about anything else but you."
It's Lando's turn to blush now and he turns his face towards his window to hide it, pretending to be oh so invested in the stores you drive past. He knows the effect you have on each other, but it gives him butterflies to be reminded of how you see him. You've only been together a few months and he gets overwhelmed at how quickly you can turn him from a confident, sometimes even cocky guy to a pile of pink mush and hearts in seconds. 
"Right," he blows a puff of air out his cheeks. "You're doing great at this. Maybe we can get you driving the Jolly next?"
thank you for reading! feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated <3
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dreamescapeswriting · 15 days
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Contracted Love ~ MYG
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GENRE: CEO AU, marriage contracts, blackmailing, fake dating, fake marriage, falling love and realising you’re scared, (might actually be my fav piece)
PAIRING: Yoongi X Fem!Reader
⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - March 2024
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As Yoongi began to walk through the bustling heart of the city he couldn't stop his mind from wandering back from the meeting he had just left and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry at what had happened.
It had been his grandfather's will reading, something that heartbreaking in and of itself but what was getting to Yoongi more was the stipulation that came along with his portion of the will. 
"It is not my wish for you to end up like me, old, alone and afraid of love."
Was that the piece of paper read, his grandfather was giving him strict orders to follow if he had any chance of getting his grandfather's portion of the company he owned and he needed it.
There was no way it could go to his father's side of the family, the vultures as his grandfather called them. They only hung around him long enough to know that they were going to be put into the will and didn't want to know his grandfather any other time. But it was all stupid. In order to collect his portion he had to be married and have a child all within a year.
A man who had hardly dated before was supposed to married and have a child within twelve months if he wanted any chance of keeping his company alive. Now Yoongi could have sworn he heard the ticking of a clock in the back of his mind as a constant reminder that he hadn't got much time.
"Please, I promise I can get it for you by the end of the week if you just give me some more time!" A voice pleaded, interrupting his thoughts and making him freeze on the sidewalk wondering what was unfolding in front of him.
"I've heard this a million times, Yn, I'm sick of hearing it." A male said, angrily staring down at you as you whimpered a little. He was your landlord Richard and he had just served you with an eviction notice for your business.
"Pages & Aromoa's will be a hit in no time and you'll have all the money I owe you." You sniffled but Richard handed you the piece of red paper and walked away, ignoring your begging and driving off.
"Fucking cunt," You hissed before heading inside of the door.
Yoongi stared up at the cafe sign it was basically falling apart but it was easily readable. The brick walls of the cafe had patches of Ivy clinging to the surface as if trying to breathe life into the ageing structure. The windows were slightly grim but offered a glimpse into the warmth inside that awaited anyone walking by. 
The cafe was nestled between two giant skyscrapers, one of which belonged to Yoongi but he'd never even noticed the cafe before. Sighing to himself he wondered if this was the cafe his grandfather had been boasting about before he had died and he found himself walking inside. The bell above the door sounded as he did so but you were nowhere to be seen.
"I'll be just a minute," Your voice called out. Despite the outside appearance of the building, Yoongi was pleasantly surprised when he walked inside. The interior was a sanctuary of tranquillity and refinement. Polished hardwood floors gleamed under the soft glow of vintage bulbs that were casting a warm ambience in the cafe. The perfect place to hide away and work or even read which was something that clearly happened here.
There were shelves lining the walls, stretched from floor to ceiling, the books all looked used and loved. Plush armchairs and cosy reading nooks were all over the place, offering a place for someone to lose themselves in the pages of a good book or work in silence. It was obvious why his grandfather had loved this place and had been talking about it for months.
"Stupid, machine." Yoongi heard you grumbling as you finally came up from behind a counter and smiled warmly in his direction. The smile that sent a warmth throughout his chest he suddenly felt guilty about having.
"What can I get you? And please, don't say coffee because the press is broken and the machine won't work," You pleaded with him, Yoongi's mouth opened to say something but he found himself unable to speak, struck by something he didn't understand. His chest was fluttering and his stomach was in knots, he didn't know what was happening. 
"Oh! Are you deaf? I know some sign language but I can write stuff down if it's easier." Before Yoongi had a chance to protest you were beginning to sign to him, something he didn't even understand himself but he was pretty sure you'd gotten it wrong.
"Can I get some tea?" He didn't know what was going on with his stomach but his grandfather always told him that tea solved most issues. Something warm to settle a raging stomach.
"Sure! I have a whole selction-" You were about to list off the extensive list you had when Yoongi shook his head,
"Early grey would be fine, with Milk."
"To go?" You arched a brow at him, most people that came in dressed the way he was got all of their orders to go. You knew the type he was, a businessman, too busy to learn the name of the place they were in but were loyal to it, it was nice.
"Erm," Yoongi glanced around and then down at his watch. He wasn't due back at work for another hour or so,
"I'll stay," He smiled at you and you nodded, pointing around the shop for him to sit anywhere he wanted. It wasn't like it was going to get busy anytime soon and your regular customer you'd had for a few months had suddenly stopped coming recently.
"Sure, make yourself comfortable." You gestured around the room and Yoongi stayed frozen in place,
"Don't you need my name for the order?" Yoongi countered you smirked a little at him.
"Because it'll get lost in the sea of customers?" You asked sarcastically, laughing nervously at the end,
"I guess that's true." He chuckles a little, and for the first time in a long time it feels like a genuine laugh from him, something he hadn't done for a long time
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"He died?" Your voice was so sympathetic as soon as Yoongi told you about his grandfather, Rath, who had been your most loyal and regular customer. The two of you had been discussing your business for a while and you'd mentioned to Yoongi about having to close down soon if you weren't picking up in business.
"I wondered why he stopped coming by," You slowly sank down in the armchair opposite Yoongi and he smiled sadly down at the cup of tea in his hands. 
"Were you close to my grandfather?" You weren't close with the man but he'd been coming in every day it felt like you were friends.
"I wouldn't say close but we did talk a lot whenever he was here, he loved you." You smiled, Rath had spoken so much about Yoongi that you felt as though you knew him but he hadn't been at all what you were expecting. 
You'd expected some small, nerdy-looking guy but Yoongi was the opposite, he was built well, dressed in the finest of suits and looked as though he could be in the pages of magazines.
"I have a proposition for you." He suddenly said. Yoongi wasn't blind, he could see the business was going under and he knew you needed him as much as he needed you.
"Which is?" You laughed a little, looking up at the time and then back to Yoongi. The two of you had been sat talking for almost two hours now and still not a single other person had come in, which hadn't gone unnoticed by Yoongi, who was already concocting a plan in his mind.
"I need to get married." He said bluntly.
"And I need your help to do it." You held back the urge to laugh as you stared at him, you weren't sure what his grandfather had told him but you didn't know anyone in the market at the minute.
"Unfortunately I'm not sure I'm your girl, I can't help."
"But you can. You see, I have a lot of money and you need a lot of money." You knew that already, the Min family were richer than rich, one of the richest families in the world.
"What makes you think I NEED money?" You were trying to play it close to your chest, but it was true. You were desperate for money, your coffee machines were broken and you were behind on four months worth of rent.
"Yn, let's be real, your business is going under and I can help. I can keep you afloat or make you a huge success, whatever you want I can do that." As amazing as that sounded you still didn't know anyone that would be willing to just randomly get married to him,
"But I don't know anyone that wants to be married." You shook your head but Yoongi smirked at you,
"You can marry me," The words registered in your brain and you bit back the urge to laugh in his face.
"Are you insane?" You added a nervous laugh at the end and stood up, moving away from where he was sitting but he was quick to follow you.
"I have a lot of influence, I can easily make this place well known." He told you with a giant smile, your hands nervously tugged at the cleaning rag in your hand and you stared at him. 
"Just for marrying you?" 
"Just marrying me. All fake, no one would have to know we're not really together," Shit like this didn't happen in real life, only in books and really bad film adaptations, there had to be a catch. 
"What do you get out of this? Why do you need a wife so badly?" Was this something he did on a regular? Ask random women to marry him and then never follow through with all of his promises.
"If I get married, I can collect my grandfather's part of the company but I need a wife." He was going to ignore the child part until absolutely necessary, he was sure there was a way out of that.
"Why wouldn't he leave it to you?" You frowned, Rath had seemed so sure of Yoongi, you were positive he would have left his Grandson something. 
"He doesn't want me to end up alone," Yoongi admitted, your heart breaking a little as you remembered Rath mentioning he wished he'd never divorced Yoongi's grandmother,
"Oh."
"You'd get your business up and running, booming, I'd get half of the company away from my vultures of a family and everyone will be happy." You'd heard stories of the other side of Yoongi's family, stories from Rath and things you'd read about in the media.
"Okay...But there have to be some rules in place...A contract?"
"Agreed," Yoongi glanced down at his watch and bit his lip, he was already late for a meeting but that didn't matter.
"Come up to my office tonight, give your name to security and they'll bring you up. We'll work out a contract and hash out all of the details." He smiled warmly at you and you somehow believed him that all of this was going to work.
"My business will be fixed if I do this, right?"
"I promise." He breathed out before rushing out of the door, your heart racing at the thought of all of this becoming true. You glanced down at your outfit before cursing yourself, you were dressed in clothes with holes and your apron was torn to pieces.
"New outfit," You mumbled, heading to the door and locking it up. If you were going to go into business with Yoongi then you wanted to look the part. 
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"Come in," Yoongi called as he heard a small tapping at his office door, the day had gone on for longer than he'd liked and he was looking forward to writing out the contract and heading home for the night. 
"Mr Min, Yn is here." His assistant announced before shutting the door, Yoongi slowly glanced up from his desk and his eyes almost popped out of his head.
He had been expecting you in the same scraps of clothes you had worn this morning but instead, you were dressed in a black pencil skirt and a red silk top that was unbuttoned to show just enough cleavage.
"Is this okay? It's the only thing I had left from my office days," You laughed nervously when you noticed him staring at you a little longer than he had done that morning.
"It's-It's erm, perfect." His voice stuttered and cracked as he stared at you. He had no idea that you could look this way and now he suddenly felt as though he was out of his depth. 
"Please sit," He gestured to the seat in front of his desk before grabbing two bottles of water and sitting back down. By now you'd gotten out a worn leather-bond book from your bag and smiled.
"Let's get straight to it," You said, your tone businesslike yet hidden with a little humour. Yoongi smiled to himself, preparing his own notepad.
"We need some rules in place, so nothing is blurred along the way." He stated simply.
"Your business will be my number one priority during all of this. We'll sit down with a bookkeeper and organise your bills as well as figure out anything that's owed." You suddenly felt your chest tighten, you were in a massive amount of debt. Yoongi had already gone into research mode when he got home and knew everything you needed to pay off.
"T-That might be a lot. Are you sure you're up for it?" You hated that you were in so much debt, when you'd ventured out alone to own your own place you'd been so sure it would be great you could pay it back in no time.
"No issue, I assure you, I didn't become the CEO Of Min Media but shying away from challenges." Your debt wouldn't even cause a dent in his savings but he wasn't going to tell you that and make you feel bad about it.
"That means a lot...Thank you," You smiled warmly, the smile sent his stomach into knots once again, he really wanted to see someone about that.
"We need to keep everything strictly professional." You finally stated, looking up from your notepad and back at Yoongi who was, once again, staring at you.
"Agreed." He jotted it down on the notepad.
"Secondly, we can't tell anyone it's not real. It's imperative to me we keep everything hidden. We keep up a genuine illusion to appease my family and the shareholders." He told you, if anyone found out this was all fake he'd most likely lose his shareholdings as well as be the laughingstock of the media world.
"Agreed." You wrote it down, and Yoongi eyed you up. You'd been quiet about your family finding out and it worried him a little. He didn't want you to go around telling anyone it was fake, it would only take one slip-up for the world to know.
"What about your family?"
"What about them?" You asked, staring up at him with a blank expression on your face, Yoongi frowned.
"You can't tell them the truth." He reminded you and you nodded, your lips in a line as you shrugged your shoulders a little.
"Not a problem, I haven't spoken to them in almost four years since I went out on my own to own a cafe."
"Understood. We must present as a united front," He stared at you. His heart felt heavy at the thought of your family ignoring you for following your dreams. 
"We will have to attend social events together, support each other publicly and appear as a happy married couple at all times." You nodded at him.
"I can handle that." It was no big deal, you'd get to dress fancy for a while and it would be fun,
"Living arrangements?" Yoongi wrote down and then stared at you,
"Well, I currently have a place in the lower part of Seoul, you're more than welcome to come and live with me," You teased only to be met with widened eyes.
"That was a joke Yoongi," You clarified with a small laugh,
"You can move in with me." He stated plainly, you frowned at him. As much as you hated your place you weren't sure moving in with him was the best idea.
"Is it necessary though?"
"Yn, once we're seen together you'll never get peace...People will want to know why a soon-to-be-married couple are living separately." You knew he was right, there would be too many questions and you didn't want to have to deal with them,
"Okay."
"I'll arrange a moving van for you tomorrow." He smiled, writing down on a sticky note to remind himself once the two of you were done.
"Can I suggest one more?"
"Sure." He looked up at you, expecting something about asking to be paid, or for more than you were getting out of it. All of which he was willing to do if it meant getting what he needed out of you.
"No falling in love. It's a business arrangement and any romantic feelings that may develop should be ignored." Yoongi was taken back but nodded his head at you. 
"Of course. We have a deal." He smiled shaking your hand across the table.
With a sense of determination, you added a final clause to your contract: Yoongi would take over the financial management of Pages & Aromas, ensuring its stability and prosperity while also shouldering the burden of its debts.
"We will be announcing our marriage this weekend, it'll be held here. In the meantime, I'll pay your rent for the cafe," He stated as you both signed along the pieces of paper, Yoongi took them both into his grasp and filed them in his drawer his eyes lingering over the clause about not falling in love.
"I'd like it if you didn't work for a few months if that's okay?" He suggested, staring at you as you frowned.
"We can fix up the shop a little, have it redone to your specifications and then announce it as a grand opening." 
"What am I supposed to do in the meantime?"
"You can do whatever you want, money is no issue."
"It is for me."
"We'll be married, what's mine...is yours," He stated before laying down a black card in front of you.
"Yoongi, it's already enough you're helping my business I can't take your money too." The statement was shocking, everyone Yoongi knew was always after his money, it was why he'd never dated in the past.
"Fine. But please keep it, you can use it as an emergency card, or if you need an outfit for an event...it's yours," He told you as you flipped the card over, already finding your name inscribed on it, had he been so sure about all of it since this morning?
"Okay. Fine."
"I'll have Alan drive you home and I'll see you tomorrow at my place." He smiled warmly at you as you got up from the chair, feeling a little overwhelmed with everything but nodding your head.
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With a sense of nervousness mingled with excitement, you stepped into Yoongi's luxurious penthouse apartment. Your final box had been taken up by a group of men and you were unsure of what you were supposed to do now. You walked through the door, slipping off your shoes before your eyes widened at the opulence that surrounded you. The spacious living area was adorned with sleek modern furniture and tasteful artwork while floor-to-ceiling windows offered sweeping views of the city skyline below. You could practically see all of Seoul from up here, how did he get anything done? You knew you'd find yourself people-watching more than you should.
Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you set about unpacking your belongings, your mind racing with thoughts of the new chapter that lay ahead. As you sorted through boxes and arranged your stuff in their designated places, you couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place in such a lavish environment.
"Mr Min will be late this evening, he said to make yourself at home," Alan, who had driven you home the night previous, said with a warm smile on his face. But how were you supposed to do that? You didn't know what you were and weren't allowed to do or even where to go. Did he have rooms off-limits to you? More questions flooded your mind but as the afternoon waned into evening, you found solace in the familiar routine of preparing dinner, the rhythmic chopping of vegetables and the sizzle of food cooking on the stove grounding you in the present moment.
You'd always loved cooking, you were hungry and determined to make a good impression on Yoongi. Even going as far as to make your famous cake no one could say no to it.
By the time Yoongi arrived home, the apartment was filled with the tantalizing scent of home-cooked food and freshly baked treats. Stepping through the door, he was greeted by the sight of you bustling about the kitchen, a warm smile gracing your lips.
"Welcome home," You said, your voice infused with genuine warmth, something Yoongi hadn't had the pleasure of hearing in years. His eyes lit up with surprise and appreciation as he took in the scene before him. 
"You've been busy," he remarked, a note of amusement in his voice as he watched you carefully. You shrugged modestly, a warm feeling spreading onto your cheeks. 
"I wanted to do something nice for you. Dinner will be ready soon, and I made cake." Yoongi's smile widened as he crossed the room to envelop you in a grateful hug.
"Thank you, Yn. You didn't have to do all this." You were in shock at the hug at first, your heart thumping as you tried not to overthink it. He was just grateful for the food. You smiled a little, returning the embrace, a sense of contentment settling over you. 
"I know. But I wanted to." You admit before going to set everything down on the table ready to eat. 
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It had been almost a week since the news had broke that you and Yoongi were going to be married and he'd been right. People followed you EVERYWHERE. You'd gone grocery shopping two nights after the news was released and you'd been followed by men with cameras, all of them screaming questions at you. Luckily you and Yoongi had already come up with a story for you both, something easy to remember. You'd met because of his grandfather and it had almost been love at first sight. 
Tonight though you were at a restaurant together, your hands linked on the table as you stared lovingly at one another. All of it feels a little too real for you. 
"Tell me something about you that I wouldn't find in a magazine or news article." You begged Yoongi. Since moving in with him you'd done extensive research on him, wanting to be prepared in case any of his crazy family members tried to doubt the two of you. 
Yoongi stared at you, hesitating for a moment as he thought about it. He was torn between the desire to open up to you and betraying your agreement but the look in your eyes made it hard to resist. 
"Well, I've always loved astronomy," He confessed, his eye staring down at the glass feeling suddenly vulnerable.
"There's something about the vastness of the universe that puts everything into perspective." Your eyes lit up with interest, finally, something about him that wasn't run-of-the-mill CEO shit.
"That's beautiful," You whispered, 
"I've always been drawn to the stars as well." You admit, the two of you getting lost in conversation and completely forgetting about the many people snapping photos of you together. Yoongi let himself open up to you more, finding himself falling in a freefall for you. His head reminded him of the agreement you'd made together, no falling in love and he couldn't risk jeopardizing everything. 
"Why haven't you spoken to your family?" He suddenly found himself asking over dessert, your fork freezing midway to your mouth as your throat suddenly ran dry.
"They decided they didn't want me to ruin their family name,"
"But you were following your dreams, shouldn't that be something they were proud of you for doing?" He didn't understand how someone couldn't support the person they loved in everything that they did. 
"The Score family don't follow dreams, they crush them," Your voice was flat and dry as you placed your fork down.
"Score? As in-"
"Lawyers, the best in the business." You hissed out, you hated that all of this was being bought up but you owed it to Yoongi to tell him the truth.
"I don't speak to them, biologically I'm their daughter but legally I'm not."
"You were emancipated?" He watched you closely and you nodded your head,
"As soon as I left the company I did it myself," You admit with a smile on your face, you were proud of what you'd done. Being a lawyer had never been your dream and if the people that had raised you had it their way you'd still be another cog in the inner workings of their awful company.
"Believe me Yoongi, they have nothing to do with me-" His hand was on top of yours, rubbing over your skin in a soothing motion.
"It wouldn't bother me if they were still in your life." He promises, a weight being lifted from your chest as you let out a happy sigh.
The two of you continued to talk all night long, discovering things each other you hadn't known before and it was starting to feel like a true friendship was forming.
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Months began to fly by as you and Yoongi worked on your fake relationship and countless parties you attended together, business and personal, but tonight was the one you were most nervous about. You were pacing around in the living room of the apartment waiting for Yoongi to come down and meet you. Your hands nervously played with the purse you were holding, the prospect of meeting his family tonight looming over your head like a dark cloud. 
The door to the living room opened and Yoongi stepped inside, freezing when he saw you pacing around but he couldn't take his eyes off you. You were in a stunning floor-length gown, crimson colour to match his tie but it clung to your body perfectly, seeing you turned his blood to fire. You paced away from him giving him the perfect view of the back of the gown, which had a crisscrossing strap at the back, the fabric shimmering and glowing with every step you took.
"I don't know if I can do this." You admit to Yoongi once you notice him there. You'd been faking it with everyone and everyone believed you so far but were his family going to be so easy to convince?
"Your family...they're going to see right through me." Your voice trembled with uncertainty and Yoongi smiled weakly walking over to you. He was nervous himself but he wasn't going to admit it to you.
"Yn, you're stronger than you think." He told you, his hand gently reaching out and rubbing your arm.
"We'll get through tonight, together." He had no doubt the two of you could convince his family you were together, to be honest, he had a hard time convincing himself it wasn't real. 
"What if they ask about our relationship and I cock the story up? What if they see through me?" He smiled down at you, running his hand over your cheek.
"We'll handle it, Yn. I won't let anything happen to you," And he meant it, if anything were to ever happen to you he knew he'd never survive it. 
After months of spending every second by your side, he felt himself falling harder and harder in love with you until the point where everything was blurred except for you. All he cared about was a future with you. His words were like a lifeline pulling you back from the edge of panic, you took in a deep breath and forced yourself to focus on everything again. 
"And if they don't believe us? What happens to me?" You asked, your voice tinged with apprehension.
"I'll make sure your business is taken care of, I'll not let anything happen to you but for now, let's focus on getting through tonight together." He whispers, kissing your hand softly as you feel a spark running through your veins. No matter what challenges lay ahead, you knew that as long as you faced them together, you could conquer anything that stood in your way. And with that realization, the weight of the world seemed to lift from your shoulders, replaced by a glimmer of hope.
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As the two of you made your way through the entrance, all eyes turned to greet you, your presence as a couple commanding attention amidst the sea of glamorous attendees. 
"They're staring." You uttered to Yoongi as he smirked, his arm wrapped around your waist as the two of you walked together, your steps synchronized in harmony. Heads turned, smiles were exchanged and greetings were offered as you passed by people. 
"How could they not? You look like you stepped out of a magazine, you look beautiful." It wasn't the first compliment that Yoongi had ever paid you, in fact, you'd grown used to the compliments he'd give to you all the time. Including the small hugs and kisses the two of you would share even if you were in public, it was clear lines were starting to blur but you weren't entirely sure you minded anymore.
"Look, it's Min Yoongi and his fiancée," Someone whispered, their voice tinged with awe. 
"They're a stunning couple." Her date said back to her, their eyes trailing over you both as you moved through the crowd. 
"Let's give them something to talk about," Yoongi whispered but before you had a chance to ask what he was talking about he was taking you over to the dance floor. 
His hand rested gently on your waist, guiding you with a tender pull as you began to move around the dance floor together, the rest of the world fading into the background. 
Your movements were slow and deliberate, each steps a silent conversation between you as you swayed to the rhythm of the music. Your heart raced with every beat, your breath catching in your throat as you allowed yourself to be swept up by the magic of the moment.
"You look beautiful," Yoongi whispered, your eyes locking as you stared at one another.
"You said that already," You mumbled nervously as he smirked to himself, moving in time with you as you fell back into a comfortable silence. Not a single word needed to be uttered as you knew what was happening to you, you were falling in love with him too fast and everything was falling apart around you. You continued to dance together, neither of you daring to speak the words that lingered in the back of your head. Knowing that acknowledging your love would shatter the delicate illusion you'd worked so hard to maintain.
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"So this is the lovely Yn." You turned your head to face Juliain, Yoongi's father and Yoongi wrapped his arm tighter around your waist.
"Lovely dance the two of you did, your mother made me dance shortly after." He chuckles softly but Yoongi remains deadpan and unreadable, his grip on you tightening. You'd heard about Julilan from both Rath and Yoongi and you knew the man was bad news, a slimeball only after money.
"Julilan. Lovely to see you, shame you didn't make it to grandfather's funeral, it was a lovely service." Yoongi said coldly, your eyes staring up at him. Julian had refused to go to the funeral but had gone to the reading of the will, only to see what he was entitled to. 
"I have no doubt, you always knew how to throw a party." Julian laughed but your heart shattered, Rath had been an amazing man and to insinuate that a party was held for his dying instead of a grand funeral boiled your blood.
"Party? A man died-"
"Hush. You don't speak unless spoken to." Julian said in a dismissive tone, your mouth dropping open as you couldn't believe the man in front of you. 
"With all due respect, sir, I am not a decoration on Yoongi's arm I am his Fiancée," You spoke clearly but Julian turned to look at his son who was now red in the face,
"I see she has no manners or concept of brains. Where did you pick her up? A brothel?" Your stomach dropped as you looked down at yourself, was he implying you looked like a whore? The woman who had dressed you tonight told you that you'd looked elegant.
"Don't." Yoongi seethed through gritted teeth,
"Women should be seen and not heard. Act like the trophy wife you are meant to be." Julian was in your face but within seconds he was shoved away by Yoongi, a smirk playing on his father's lips as he realised he was getting under his skin.
"Don't speak to my wife like that." He ordered but you pulled at his arm, you could already see people starting to stare and Yoongi didn't need the bad press.
"You're not married yet. Are you really going to cause a scene over a woman? Behave." He hissed at him, you stared at him as you waited for him to insult him one last time.
"Still just a child." He muttered, about to walk away when you finally found your voice once more.
"A child who has done more than you'll ever accomplish in your life." You hissed out at him, earning a smirk from Yoongi, he had to admit he was proud of you for not backing down from him.
"Why you little-" A hand was raised in the air but Yoongi caught it, shoving his father away from you.
"I see why you hate the man." You mumbled as Yoongi checked on you, his eyes softening once he saw you were okay.
"If he'd hurt you just then." It didn't bear to think about, he was angry, blood-curdling as he thought about the way his father had gone to strike you. 
"He didn't." You whispered to him, your hand rubbing his back softly but it did nothing to calm him down right now.
"I'd kill him."
"Yoongi." You pleaded with him, but he was lost in his own anger.
"He's a disgusting piece of shit and I would have killed him." You stepped in front of him, your eyes finding his as he stared down at you in shock,
"But then I'd have no one to watch the stars with," You whispered only for his whole body to relax and he nodded slowly at you.
"Let's get some food and go out on the balcony, we can go and look at the stars and pretend Julian isn't even here," You offered to him.
Yoongi ventured off to fetch some food and you found yourself alone in the gala, looking around at everyone who was dancing together or mingling. This world was something you'd never thought you'd fit into before but after spending so much time in it, it almost felt like home.
"Ah, Yn dear, there you are." You slowly turned around to see Mia, Rath's ex-wife making her way to you with a giant smile on her face.
"I've been meaning to have a word with you," She said as she reached you, her voice gentle and a welcoming contrast compared to her son.
"Of course, Mrs Min. Is everything alright?" You eyed her up as she smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. 
"No one's called me that in years, call me Mia." She begged, you nodded at her and slowly made your way out onto the balcony to talk better together.
"I wanted to first tell you how happy I am that Evan has found someone like you." Your eyes widened in surprise, your heart fluttering at the unexpected praise.
"T-Thank you, Mia. That means a lot to me." Mia reached out to pat your hand affectionately.
"You know, I've seen the way he looks at you. It reminds me of the way Rath used to look at me." Your breath caught in your throat at the implication of her words.
"I...I'm not sure what you mean." She chuckled softly at you,
"Oh, my dear, don't be so modest. It's written all over his face- He loves you, and I couldn't be happier for the both of you, even if you were faking it at first." You smiled weakly, your heart pounding in your chest as you struggled to process everything you'd just heard. Yoongi loved you - truly, deeply and unequivocally and that sent a surge of panic through you.
"Rath would have adored seeing you both together," Mia added before giving you an envelope.
"In my side of the will I was to give this to the beautiful girl from the cafe, now I assume that's you." You stared down at the envelope and nodded, quickly placing it into your bag to look at another time, when you weren't so stressed. 
"I-I have to go," You rushed out, panic taking over you as you began to hurry through the crowded hall. Your mind was a whirlwind of confusion and fear, you loved him too but there was no way you could do this. You raced around a corner when you collided with Yoongi, sending you both sprawling to the floor.
"Yn, what's wrong?" Concern was etched in his features as he reached out to steady you. Your breathing turned tagged as you struggled to compose yourself, slowly standing up.
"I...I need to talk to you," Your voice barely came out above a whisper but Yoongi nodded, leading you to a nearby alcove away from prying eyes.
"What is it, Yn? You're shaking." He reached out to touch you and you took in a deep breath, words tumbling out in a rush as you fought to make sense of everything.
"I just spoke to your grandmother, and she...she said that you love me, Yoongi. And...I...I don't know what to do." Yoongi's expression softened as he reached out to cup your trembling hands in his, his touch sending a shiver of warmth coursing through you.
"Yn, listen to me. I know this is overwhelming but you need to understand something...you belong here with me," You stared up at him as he didn't deny falling for you, tears welling up in your eyes as you shook your head.
"I ran away from this world."
"And now you're back but I promise it'll be nothing like your family's world." He breathed out as you stared at him, his eyes boring into you,
"You belong here, with me."
` "What if you suddenly decide I'm not good enough for you? What if I can't give you everything you deserve?" Yoongi brushed a gentle thumb across your cheek, wiping away a tear.
"You're everything I need, Yn. Your love, your strength, your unwavering support - it's more than I could ever hope for. And as long as we have each other, we can face whatever comes our way." Tears began to melt away as you stared at him.
"I love you, Yoongi." You whispered, the words feeling like a weight was taken right off our chest.
"I love you, Yn, Always." He whispered. 
With a soft sigh, he closed the distance between you and you leaned in slowly to him. It felt like an eternity until your lips met in a tender kiss, time seemed to stand still as you savoured the sweetness of the moment, your hearts beating in harmony as you finally surrendered to the pull of love. It was a kiss so full of tenderness and longing, of hope and promise. 
When you pulled away your foreheads touched and you giggled a little.
"Let's go home, I wanna show you how much I really love you," He winks, as you squeal a little taking his hand and practically dragging him out of the party.
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Months Later 
"CEO'S Expecting: Min Yoongi and Min Yn Announce Pregnancy, Anticipate The New Heir To The Legacy?" You read out the title of the "Webber Files" newspaper and stared over at Yoongi with a blank expression.
"I see why their paper sucks," You grumbled, folding it up and staring at your husband who hadn't been able to take his eyes off you.
"Don't look at me like that, the last time you looked at me like that, this happened!" You stated, pointing down at your baby bump and whining at him.
"But we had fun," He wiggled his eyebrows at you and sat down beside you on the sofa, the two of you curling up together on a lazy Saturday morning.
"We did," You giggled as he ran his hand over your bump, smiling happily to himself. Not long after you found out you were expecting Yoongi told you the other stipulation about getting his grandfather's portion of the company and that was a child but you couldn't have been happier it was happening.
"Julian will flip a lid." You laughed at the thought of his father finding out about his son having a child but more importantly, you couldn't wait for him to figure out he was getting nothing in the will besides a small shop in the middle of nowhere.
"Oh, I meant to say. Gran asked if you'd looked into the envelope yet. Whatever that means," He frowns and you reach out for your bag, opening it up to find the envelope still sitting there.
As you took it out and opened it you couldn't believe what you were reading.
"By now I assume Yoongi and yourself are together and knowing My Mia she would have given this to you at the appropriate time, but enclosed are the deeds to your cafe. All yours, all paid for, as well as the number to my lawyer who will arrange for you to inherit some money as an investment to you and your dream.
Best Wishes,
Rath,"
You and Yoongi stared at one another, laughing a little as you realised Rath had been planning your get-together for a very long time.
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Restless Dreams
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pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader
summary: leon gets home late after another hard day at work to you having some extra sweet dreams.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, fingering, somnophilia, wet dream
word count: 3.6k
a/n: hey everyone!! hope you all enjoy this :) i guess i've been into soft leon with somno lately idk LOL. i was kind of tired myself when writing/editing this, so forgive any errors pretty please. new divider from here. thank you for any comments and reblogs <3
tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @nexysworld @explorevenus
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“So what time do you think you’re gonna get here?” you ask before blowing on the drying polish that coats your nails.
“My shift finishes up at 12, and then I gotta file some reports. I’ll probably be done at 1, so not too long after that,” Leon explains through the phone. Despite his attempt to lay it out for you, there’s still a pause, one he came to recognize as your reaction of displeasure. A smile plays on his lips. “But you know the real answer is as soon as I can.”
You look down at your phone on your vanity, a pout forming on your face. Obviously, it wasn’t his fault he had to work so much now. He’d warned you when he started at the police station a few months ago, but it didn’t prepare you for how much you’d miss him.
It made you feel dumb, that nagging, achy feeling of longing in your chest. It wasn’t like he was off to war or something. You still saw him almost everyday. But more and more of his time was consumed by work now. Even when he was with you, he was often exhausted. 
Sometimes all you could think about his new job was that he was your boyfriend, not theirs. You’d mentally scold yourself for being so immature when that happened, but the sentiment still lingered in your head.
“Ok…” you say, trying to keep your voice neutral. He hears the dejection in your tone though.
“Baby,” he coos in that voice that sent warmth through your spine and got you to agree with everything he said, “You know I’d rather be with you. I’m just new and have to take the time to learn. Plus, with the caseload and the number of officers here, they need me at the station.”
“I need you more,” you say. You try to pass it off as playfulness, but it comes from real feelings. Your heart was beginning to tense with resentment for the RPD for taking him away so much. You knew the job meant a lot to him though which is why you would never unleash your admittedly petty frustrations.
A low laugh leaves him, and you can hear that loving smirk on his face as his voice comes through your phone’s speaker.
“Do you now? You’re really missing me that much?” he teases, leaning back in the driver’s seat of his cruiser. 
He knew that you did in fact miss him that much. And even though, since starting at the police station, he tried to project the image of a tough guy, he missed you just as much. That’s why he started calling you during lulls in his shift.
“Mhm. It’s not fair. It’s like I’m sharing you with the station. And I don’t like sharing,” you say with an exaggerated huff.
“Oh, I know you don’t,” he chuckles. He sighs happily, checking the time to calculate how much time was left before he could have you in his arms again. “But not much longer, baby. Then you get me all to yourself for the whole weekend.”
“I better,” you grumble with a smile.
“I promise you will,” he says genuinely. A light on his dashboard flickers, alerting him that his attention is needed elsewhere. “Just don’t stay up too late waiting for me tonight, ok? Your rest is important.”
“Seeing you is more important,” you respond.
“I know, but I prefer my girl when she’s not all cranky and sleep deprived. So try tonight, sweetheart. For me?” he asks.
“I guess,” you concede. Your heart already aches, knowing he’s about to hang up.
“I love you, baby,” he says softly, “I’ll see you later.”
“I love you too,” you tell him before he disconnects the call.
The silence that falls over your room makes it feel even more empty. You tap the glass screen of your phone, scanning for the time before you finish getting ready for bed. Your mouth curves downward when the numbers light up on the screen.
Only 10:30. Too much time till you’ll hear him come through your front door, but it’s not like you can do anything about it. You haphazardly go through the rest of your routine before dragging yourself over to your bed and getting in.
Sliding between the soft pink sheets, you flop down against your pillow and stare at the ceiling as you contemplate how to kill the time. Nothing grabs your interest because none of it’s him. It’s all just filler.
And worst of all, you were starting to feel sleepy. You wanted to wait up for Leon so badly, but you also went through a whole day of your own that tired you out. Plus, your bed was just so comfy with your plush blankets and full pillows, stuffed animals and frilly decorative cushions scattered on one side.
Thinking it would help to keep your eyes actively focused on something, you try to read. Your eyes scan over the words, and it isn’t long before you realize you’d made a horrible mistake. Moving your eyes along the page only made them more drowsy.
Next you turn on the tv and put on something you didn’t really have to pay attention to. But the soft glow of the tv casts across you and the low chatter of the characters becomes background noise, making it even harder for you to keep your eyes open.
You lazily reach across your bed and grab the bunny stuffie Leon had bought for you a few weeks prior. Tucking it beneath your chin and close to your chest, your drooping eyes fall shut and your breaths become soft and even. Barely any time has gone by before you’re sinking into slumber.
Leon glances down at his phone, the small numbers illuminating 2:04 in the darkness of the hallway. He enters your place with the key you gave him and shuts the door as quietly as possible. He knows you’re sleeping from seeing the dark bedroom. Already feeling guilty for taking longer than he’d expected, he didn’t want to add to that feeling by waking you up.
He makes his way to your room, padding silently down the hall. Once he reaches the door, he pushes it open with almost no force in an attempt to avoid even the slightest creak. You’re where he expected you to be, curled up in your bed, completely peaceful as you slept. He knew he probably looked like a little lovesick puppy right about now, eager to hop into bed and snuggle up to your side, but he didn’t care.
It takes him no time to shed his police uniform. He makes quick work of unlacing his boots and kicking them off. His pants and shirt crumple up at the foot of your bed next to his belt and socks. Finally, once he’s got on a pair of sweatpants he kept at your place, he climbs into bed with you.
He shoves your stuffies and extra pillows out of his way with a playful roll of his eyes and gets as close to you as he can. His arm drapes over you, and he nuzzles the back of your neck, planting a few kisses on the base of your head. You smelled so good, felt so soft, perfect to come home to.
His body melts into the mattress, and he’s ready to give into his own urges to sleep. That is until he notices you’re not as peaceful as you appeared from the doorway. His eyebrows raise as he feels your legs squirming. Restless movements from your feet beneath the covers and your thighs shifting aimlessly against each other.
He’s ready to brush it off at first. ‘Must just be having some wild dreams,’ he thinks with another kiss to your head. But then he hears the faintest sound, so quiet that he probably would have missed it had he been focused on anything else. It’s a whimper. A gentle, tender squeak that slips from between your lips into the cool air of your bedroom.
Now, his face conveys his concern. He worries you’re having a nightmare. That at any moment you’ll wake up with tears in your eyes and your heart pounding out of your chest. Immediately, he begins stroking your arm, kissing your temple, murmuring “It’s ok, baby. I’m here.”
But you make that little noise again, and this time it paints a different picture in Leon’s head. This whimper didn’t sound scared or stressed, like you were crying out for his protection. No, this sound brought to mind images of you writhing beneath him, nails marking his biceps with small crescents as he pumped himself in and out of you.
He shakes his head because that couldn’t be it. That’s just his horny mind creating things that aren’t there from being so pent up.
At least that’s what he tells himself until you make the noise again. It brings the same memories up, but this time he’s even more sure of it. He lifts his head off of yours to look down at you and try to figure out what to do next.
You look so cute, brows slightly furrowed, lips parted. As he brushes some hair from your face, he notices your fingers clutching your stuffed rabbit a little tighter. Your breath hitches for a moment before you let out a soft, sleepy whine of his name.
It’s unmistakable now what’s going on. He smirks and traces a finger over your lips. The pad of his index finger drags on your bottom lip slightly, turning your mouth into that pout he loved so much. He leans and kisses your cheek as you whine again.
“Please.”
He chuckles at how needy you sound even in your sleep, but at the same time, your voice has blood rushing to his cock while his head swirls with desire. He shifts his own hips, subtly pressing his erection against your ass. His eyes flutter at the minute pleasure. He grows more bold, and his hand rubs your hip before coasting up your side to your chest, giving your breast a gentle squeeze.
You whimper louder and squirm. He squeezes again softly while lowering his head to your neck to lay some tender kisses on the side of your throat. His palm leaves your tits and smooths down over your tummy in the direction of your shorts.
Cautiously, he maneuvers his hand past the waistband and dips into your panties. He cups your pussy, feeling the heat radiating off the area. A single finger slides between your folds in almost an exploratory touch. He feels your slick all over his digit. Clearly, this dream was a pretty good one.
He begins to use another finger, sliding the two up and down through your wetness. You roll onto your back, your breasts rising and falling as your breath gets heavier. Your thighs spread a little as if you subconsciously sensed his presence between your legs.
In your dreams, Leon was doing a lot more than rubbing you with his fingers. After you had fallen asleep, it felt like no time had passed. All of the sudden you were just on the table in your dining room, spread out for his rapture. 
You didn’t realize you were dreaming, everything felt so real. To you, he was really there, looking down at you with those loving yet lecherous eyes. Hands roaming your exposed body, lips caressing your skin all over. Everything seemed light and airy while also feeling heavy and thick. Your head, filled with clouds, slipped in and out of the moment. The sensation of him rutting his cock between your thighs and sliding inside of you was your reality at the moment.
In actual reality, Leon continues to move his fingers slowly, swiping them over your entrance and taking them back up to circle your clit. You mewl when he applies some pressure, sending sparks through you. Your squirming becomes more motivated, and he can tell your drifting away from your restful sleep back toward consciousness.
“I’m right here, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his voice huskier with arousal this time around.
You hear his voice in your dreams. The deep rumble enters your ears as you envision his hips pistoning into your wanting cunt. You mumble something in response, but he can’t understand the sleepy babbling. He rubs your clit a little harder with some more speed. You twitch in response, yet your eyes remain closed.
“I know, baby. I know it feels so good,” he coos and kisses behind your ear.
More incoherent words fall from your mouth. He sucks love bites into your neck, and you tilt your head back, craving more of that feeling. The dream version of him began mimicking the actions of the real Leon as you neared waking.
Whining louder, your fingers dig into the smooth fur of your plush bunny before letting it go. He nips at the sensitive skin of your throat as his fingers travel down and push inside your heat.
The feeling rips a moan from you and causes your eyes to open. Your back arches as he works them deeper. Your hips wriggle a little as you make sense of what’s happening.
“Leon?” you whimper. Your sleepy eyes struggle to stay open after being torn from the fog of sleep.
“That’s right, baby. It’s just me. You were having some nice dreams, weren’t you, pretty girl?” he says.
“Mhm,” you hum mindlessly.
“About me?” he teases, eyes watching your body fidget with the pleasure you felt.
“About you,” you confirm before he leans down and kisses your lips. They were so soft against his own. He slowly moves his mouth with yours and languidly slides his tongue against yours.
You moan into the kiss as his fingers curl within you and hit your favorite spot. Your feet lightly kick at the sensation. Your hips rise a little as you feel the flood gates holding your release about to break.
You’re too sleepy to tell him out right, but he knows the signs. He keeps working you there until your body seizes and arches off the bed. You let out a throaty moan and turn your head to bury your face against his shoulder.
“There you go. Let it all out, sweetheart,” he whispers and kisses your head.
You ride out the high on his hand, and by the time you’re done, you’re ready to fall asleep again. Your mind is hazy with the fog of release. You’re drifting off as your body settles without even realizing it.
You’re only yanked back to reality by Leon scooping you up into his lap. He’s sitting with his back to the headboard, and he situates you between his thighs, back against his chest. His arms keep you caged in nice and close, safe and warm.
“Don’t fall asleep again just yet, babydoll,” he murmurs while kissing up your neck.
Your head lolls back against his shoulder. The fight to stay awake gets a little easier as his hand returns to your soaked panties. He doesn’t tease this time, just slides in two fingers and starts moving them in and out.
The new angle makes you squirm and whine, but he holds you tight in place with his free arm.
“Gotta work you open, honey. Can’t just slide my dick in you with no warm up,” he says with a smirk.
His voice pulls you towards lucidity a little more. Your hands wrap around his free arm for support while your hips instinctively roll into his blissful touch.
“I missed you,” you choke out between gasps and whimpers.
“I know you did,” he teases, grinning against your throat. His cock throbs against the small of your back as his ears latch onto the sound of your slick around his fingers. “Came home to cuddle with my sweet girl, and I find her having such dirty dreams.”
Your cheeks heat up as you start to piece together what had happened. You fully realize now that your escapade on the kitchen table was entirely in your mind. You feel embarrassed for a moment, but the feeling dies pretty quick as you rapidly approach the edge for a second time.
“Not my fault,” you whimper shyly.
He chuckles and kisses your temple once more. “I know it’s not. If anything, it’s mine. I think I’ve been neglecting my baby,” he says with a mocking lilt in his voice.
You cry out as his fingers brush against those same spots that brought you to the finish last time. Your hips twitch, and you grip his thighs as your peak rises within you. Moments later your cumming all over his fingers, sucking in a harsh breath as a second release courses through you, even more intense then the last.
His free arm keeps you secure against his chest while rubbing your side soothingly. The heel of his other palm roughly massages your clit as his fingers pump in and out.
“Good girl,” he coos, “That’s it, just one more and then I can put you to sleep how you deserve.”
As soon as you seem to be coming down, Leon lifts you up again, tugging your clothes off and moving your body around like a doll to get you in the position he wants. You were definitely more pliant after two orgasms, but you could also see how his training had been paying off. Maybe this new job wasn’t all bad.
He has you on your back now, thighs against your chest and knees hooked over his arms. Again, he had no patience to tease right now, so after pushing his sweats down to mid thigh, he takes his cock and slides it in you with no hesitation. He groans as your hole takes him in, your walls pulsing around him even after he bottoms out.
“So wet. I can just slide right in,” he mumbles as his own hips twitch.
Your eyes droop at the stretch. It always felt so satisfying, having him buried balls deep in you. As close as he could possibly be. No fear of him leaving or pain of being separated. You whine and reach up to pull him closer.
He follows along and rests his face against your neck as he begins thrusting. You hear him panting right in your ear. His hands grip your hips so hard you know there’ll be marks.
“Perfect pussy’s made for me,” he grunts while snapping his hips, “Miss it every second I’m not inside it.”
You nod lazily as you continue to clamp down around him. After two releases, you didn’t even feel a building ecstasy anymore, just a constant stream of pleasure.
“Leon,” you whine, “Harder. Wanna feel it.”
He moans at your plea but indulges you, grabbing you harder, pressing your legs higher, filling you deeper.
“Wanna be sore after, don’t you, sweetheart? Want a reminder of me while I’m at work. Something to tide you over till I can do this again. Won’t have to rely on dreams then, right?” he says.
“Yeah,” you whimper. Your bed creaks as he picks up the pace, but your moans mask the sound as they grow in volume.
He fucks into you over and over, stoking the flames within himself, trying to build to that explosion. You were so tight, so warm. He hums another low moan and whimpers softly as he feels it right there. He gasps softly before holding you tighter and muttering in your ear.
“Ready for another one, honey? Gonna be the last one and then we’ll get you comfy and off to sleep.”
“Yeah,” you moan again, unable to say much else.
“Good… good girl,” he moans before his hips buck wildly and he finally releases.
You finish for a third time. You cling to him tight as the euphoria washes over you again. Locking your legs around his hips, you keep your face pressed to the warm skin of his neck as it goes through you. You feel the hot flood of cum he fucks into you. His chest is heaving now too as he recovers from the high.
He stays on top of you for a moment before pulling out. You cling harder upon losing that full feeling. He smiles at your desire to be close to him and gives you one more kiss before sitting up.
“So sweet to me, baby. I hope that made up for the late night,” he whispers and strokes your hair.
“It did,” you say with a nod. Your eyes were already shutting again, ready to go back to sleep after being fucked so good.
He looks at you with all the love in the world as he pulls his sweats up. He then helps you pull your panties and shirt back on, trying to laugh at your sleepy, half-assed movements.
After that, he gets you all tucked in next to him, snuggled up in his arms like he originally intended. He even grabs that stuffed bunny he got you and fits it close to you in case you want it.
“Get some rest, honey. You need it,” he whispers while rubbing your back.
“Mhm,” you respond tiredly, “You too. You’re all mine for the weekend, and I don’t want you tired out the whole time.”
“Alright, but I’m gonna be tired out if we do some more of that again tomorrow,” he jokes. He pulls you close to him and shuts his eyes, nestling his head against yours and settling in to rest.
That puts a smile on your face and you nuzzle him once more before letting yourself fall asleep for the night.
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In The Seom: Love For Dummies | JJK
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Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader
Genre: Camping AU, FwB To Lovers, College AU, smut, fluff, angst
Word count: 21k
Warnings: Shower sex, casual hookups, alcohol consumption, smoking, Jungkook hits a guy like once, toxic Jungkook if you squint
Synopsis:
Always the friend, never the girlfriend.
Jeon Jungkook doesn't date. At least that's what he thought until he met you, a chemistry student who seemed to have it all—except for love. Meeting at a mutual friends frat party, you hit it off right away. However, due to both of your stubbornness, it has never progressed beyond being friends with benefits.
The annual camping trip with your friend group was supposed to be the turning point in your relationship with Jungkook. But what happens when your best friend of 18 years unexpectedly comes back from Busan and confesses to you, further complicating matters?
A/n: Not gonna lie I've had the idea for this fic for sooo long now and I finally decided to sit down and write it. I think it turned out great with just the right amount of comedy, Angst and smut. Enjoy!
"Oh my god, Jungkook!" You moan as he forced you down onto his dick while you ride him.
With the way he pounds you, his dick leaves you whining. One of his big tattooed hands fondled with your tit as the other manages to sneak around your belly to push you against him even more. The mirror in front of you did wonders to showcase the unholy position you two were in right now; you riding Jungkooks cock, your back facing him as he watched your tits bounce up and down.
"Fuck yeah, like this princess?" He moans, making sure to rub your clit a few times. Nodding you throw your head back against his broad chest—He'd been working out more lately, having taken on extra boxing classes.
"I wanna cum" you whine, pushing against him in an attempt to get him closer too. "Me too-fuck" he swears when you reach down to fondle his balls. "Baby- princess I'm gonna-"
"Me too, baby, me too," you whine and soon find yourself coming all over his dick as he fills the condom.
"That was great," Jungkook comments as he walks out of your bathroom in only his boxershorts.
You smile at him and motion for him to join you in bed, the ungodly hour—2 am.— making you extra tired. "Next time you're horny wait 'till the next day, please," you whimper against his chest as he draws circles on your back. "You and me both know that's not gonna happen." Jungkook laughs, and that's the last thing you hear before falling asleep on his chest.
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You and Jungkook weren't exactly dating by any means—It was more of a situationship at most.
You'd met him 4 months ago at a frat party—very original I know—due to your mutual friend Taehyung. The two of you just clicked and became friends almost immediately.
Kook majored in photography, whereas you studied chemistry. With the exception of Taehyung, who majored in art and spent the majority of his free time painting in the studio, your schedules were quite similar. You were all always available at the same time.
Jungkook and you simply happened to be lonely and drawn to one another, and soon enough, the two of you started hanging out and fooling around.
This 'situationship' as you liked to call it, has been going on for the fast 2 months; you were invited to a party? Jungkook was your plus one. Bored out of your mind on a Friday afternoon? Jungkook was the first you'd call. Hungry but too lazy to make food? Jungkook always had leftovers.
Naturally, someone will always start developing feelings when spending a lot of time with another person. In this instance, it was Jungkook who'd—while high and talking to his best friend Taehyung—had oddly confessed how he felt;
"I don't know, man, usually I'm not the type to buy flowers and shit y'know? I like to keep it lowkey—invite the girl for lunch every other week or so after fucking. But with Y/n, I just feel like I need to give her presents the whole time, like, last week when we were hanging out, she brought me muffins dude— muffins." Jungkook moaned in frustration. "I don't eat sugary shit like that. My trainer says it's bad for building muscle and all. But damn, when I tell you, I ate all of them in one sitting just cause they reminded me of her."
"So you like Y/n?" Taehyung just asks, laying on the ground, not really paying attention to his friend who was for the first time ever, confessing that he had feelings for a girl.
Rolling his eyes Jungkook shakes his head "didn't you fucking listen to- ugh fuck it yeah I probably do"
"Well, then you should tell her" Tae shrugs, taking another drag and turning off his phone finally paying attention to his friend.
"I'm not gonna fucking tell her, she's gonna reject me, we said from the beginning that it's just sex" Kook throws his head back in frustration "and it was me who proposed that too"
"You're an idiot for that, Y/n is kind, smart and fuck, she's hot. Honestly, if I weren't dating Jihyo, I would've made a move ages ago".
Raising a brow, Jungkook finishes his joint and throws it away, sitting up. "Don't we have our annual camping trip in 2 weeks? Maybe I'll pull some romantic shit like a picnic or something and ask her out? you think she'd be into that?" Jungkook wonders out loud.
"Go for it"
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"Morning, sweatpea," Jennie chuckles as she ruffles your hair, waking you up from your wonderful slumber. "What time is it?" You groan, trying to locate your phone without opening your eyes. You struggle for a second before finding it. 8:30. You groan. "Why are you waking me up at this hour? We're supposed to be on break," sitting up, you whine, and try to fix your hair.
Jennie shakes her head disapprovingly, "Girl, we have to pack! We're leaving tomorrow already." Taking your hand, she makes you stand up. You groan again, accepting your faith. "Right, I forgot," your belly grumbles right after you say that, making you move out of your room with your best friend right behind you. "I need a coffee first, then we can start packing."
The time of year had finally arrived when you and your group of friends—Jennie, Taehyung, Jihyo, Namjoon, and You—would rent a cabin in the woods and spend a full month there. The tradition started almost 4 years ago when you guys got drunk as hell and randomly booked the trip one night.
Taehyung suggested that Jungkook join you guys this time, and he did so for the first time. Because she is studying abroad for this semester, Namjoon wasn't bringing his girlfriend this year, so you invited your other best friend Jisung to attend for the first time as well instead.
"Is Jisung coming with us in the car, or is he driving himself?" Jennie asks as the both of you sit in front of your luggage and pack. You shrug. "I think he's coming 1 day later than the rest of us," you state, remembering him telling you a few days ago when you were on the phone.
Jisung and you have known each other for at least 18 years now. He was 1 year older than you, making him 22. Sadly, he visited another university, meaning that the two of you didn't get to hang out as much as you wanted to anymore.
"Can't wait to finally meet my competitor," Jennie chuckles. She's being on and on about having to compete for spot number one best friend with him. And even though you know it's a joke, she still seems pretty serious about it at times.
You shake your head laughing "I hope you guys don't actually start a competition when we're at the cabin"
"It would be kinda funny though, just imagine us doing races and shit." Jennie laughs out loud.
"It would be"
Even though you two had only just met when you moved to Seoul two years prior, you two had already developed a stronger bond than two magnets. And ultimately moving in together.
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Pookie🩶: Can't sleep. Send me a pic of your boobies?
With a silent ping, your phone lights up, showing a message from Jungkook.
You: 🫣
You: can't, I'm already in bed, nervy for tomorrow
Sighing, you turn around onto your back in your bed, rubbing one eye as tiredness takes over your body. It was almost midnight.
Pookie🩶: how come? Nervous to see me?😎
You: in your dreams koo
Pookie🩶: what's up then? You scared of bears?
Laughing, you shake your head at Jungkooks attempts to distract you.
You: I'm seeing Jisung again for the first time since he left for Uni
Pookie🩶: Jisung?
You: Yeah, my best friend, I vividly remember telling you last week
Pookie🩶: Oh, you mean that childhood best friend of yours
You:🤨
You: are you jealous Kook?🙃
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Asshole.
When it came to texting back Jungkook was the worst, he'd always pull excuses like; "oh I fell asleep" or "I had class"
You're sorta thankful anyway, since it was late and you really needed to catch some sleep before waking up at 5 am. Tomorrow morning to start the 2 hour road trip to the cabin.
"Y/n did you see my hair dryer?" Jennie yells from her bedroom as you pack the last few things like your hairbrush and toothbrush into your etui. "No, but you can use mine if you end up not finding it fast enough" you yell back, standing up and brushing your clothes clean before grabbing the handle of your luggage and bringing it outside to where the car was already waiting for you.
Namjoon—gotta love him for this— had managed to rent a minivan that fit all of you plus your suitcases inside.
"Hey guys," you greet Namjoon and Taehyung, who were waiting outside the car for you and Jennie. "Where's Jungkook?" Turning, you look around for the boy only to be met with anything but him.
"He slept in, should be coming in a few minutes though," Taehyung informs you, making you shake your head. Of course, Jungkook, out of all people, had slept in. This was not surprising at all.
"Looking for me?" You feel two strong arms hug you from behind as Jungkook kisses your cheek. "You're late, sailor," you joke, returning his hug and ruffling his hair much to his dislike. "You're lucky you're cute" he frowns making sure his hair is back to normal after ruffling through it a few times.
"You're lucky I even let you come on this trip after sleeping in." You cross your arms.
Jungkook was about to respond when he was interrupted by your best friend.
"Ready to go?" Jennie asks as she walks out to the parking lot with not 1 or 2 but 3 suitcases. "You've got to be kidding me?" You laugh out loud at your roommate. "What?" Jennie asks. "One is for my shirts, one if for my pants and one is for my shoes," she reasons, telling Namjoon to help her get the luggage inside the car.
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"-Oh my, oh my God 예상했어 나 I was really hoping that he will come through Oh my, oh my God 단 너뿐이야 Asking all the time about what I should do-" the car is filled with joy as you all sing along to New Jeans' new song.
Soon enough, one hour had already passed, and you were halfway to your destination. When Jennie suddenly turns off the music making all of you whine in union.
"Jennie, what the -" Taehyung complains, but Jennie interrupts him. "I have to pee, let's stop somewhere"
"Can't you wait another hour?" Namjoon rolls his eyes, squeezing the steering wheel in annoyance.
Jennie had been trying to catch up on sleep for the first 20 minutes of the ride, only to be disturbed by you guys' singing. And she'd been complaining ever since. For you, it's funny how dramatic she can get at times.
"Guys I have to go too" you speak up, "and we ran out of snacks 30 minutes ago,".
"Fine let's make a stop at the next Gas Station, but don't take too long, I really fucking hate driving with an entire choir of people in the backseat, I want to get there already" Namjoon says as he eyes You, Taehyung and Jungkook who just laugh.
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"I can't decide between these two," you pout, pointing at the skittles and kitkats and sighing. "Just get them both," Jennie shrugs as she herself gets some chocolate cookies. "No, they're always so expensive at gas stations." You continue whining until eventually Jungkook comes up behind you and grabs both packs of candy and your hand walking to the cashier and paying. Blushing, you thank him and intertwine your hand in his as the both of you walk to the car and have a little moment to yourselves before everyone comes back.
"How are you liking it so far?" You quietly ask Jungkook as you nibble at your chocolate bar. He let's out a chuckle, placing your hair behind your ear as he looks at your with endearment. "You mean the 1 hour we've been singing karaoke in the car?"
Hitting his chest, you huff. "You know what I mean!"
"Just wait until Taehyung puts on Celine Dion" you joke
Jungkook just nods and keeps you close to him as he seemingly stops to think about your question.
"I like spending time with you," he speaks up eventually, closing the little distance between you two and pecking your lips shortly after. His hand reaching to stroke your blushing cheek.
Every day, it felt like you and Jungkook were getting closer. You did things that couples do, such as kissing casually or spending time together without it having to end in sex. However, the fact that he hasn't asked you out yet has left you perplexed; if you two liked each other so much, why didn't he take the next step and ask you to be his girlfriend?
You talked about this with Jennie plenty of times already. You really wanted to have your cinderella moment and have Jungkook do the talking while you listened and eventually agreed to be his.
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"Were here, children," Namjoon sighs as he walks out the minivan and immediately goes to his phone, calling his girlfriend—They were a cute couple, having been dating for almost 2 years now, the two of them were inseparable until she moved to Australia for 6 months. It took Joon some time to get used to not seeing Sana every day, but eventually, with facetime and the occasional visit, everything seemed to work out just fine between the two.
You were envious of just how effortlessly they carried their relationship. There was no pressure to get married yet, eventhough both of them were already in their mid 20's.
"I'm getting the bigger room cause I organised the trip." Taehyung speaks up suddenly, bringing you out of your thoughts as you help Jungkook take the luggage out of the car.
"What? No! Jennie and me were the ones that booked the cabin!" You protest crossing your arms.
Hearing Jungkook laugh beside should you send him a glare.
"Wait -" Namjoon crosses his arms as he walks closer to you guys.
"I was the one to rent the minivan that even caused all of us to be here in the first place"
"Good point" Taehyung agrees making you even more confused.
"That's a stupid point." Looking at Jennie, she nods. "So stupid." she agrees, rolling her eyes but not really caring anyway.
"Taehyung, you're one person. The ones who deserve the big room are me and Jungkook," you argue
Taehyung seemed to think of a way to argue back, but when he realizes that yes, you were right, he dismisses you with a simple "fine" making you jump up and down happily
You get a call from Jisung shortly after putting your belongings in the closet, somewhat embarrassed by how much you'd actually taken with you on this trip, leaving Jungkook with almost no space at all.
But he'd assured you that everything was fine and that he'd figure out a way to deal with it. After all, you were no better than Jennie.
"Hi, Jisung!" You almost squeak seeing your best friend, even though over the phone, for the first time in weeks. "How are things going, Y/n-ie? Did you arrive safely?" Jisung inquires from the other end of the phone. Nodding, you take a sip of water and settle into your bed as you watch Jungkook exit the bathroom that was connected to the room. With a small wave of your hand at him, you return to your phone. "Everything went off without a hitch! You should've been there! We sang the entire ride here; you would have loved it!"
"I'm sure of it, sorry again, but uni has been kicking my ass," he says, but you dismiss him almost immediately. "It's okay, it's only one day! I think we'll just have an early dinner and then go to bed because today was pretty stressful - "As you speak, you look at Jungkook. "Someone, I won't name names, slept in, and forced us to leave later than planned."
Jungkook crosses his arms at that, raising a brow. "Who are you talking to?" He asks, even though he knew it was Jisung he wanted to make sure. "Jisung" you prove him right by answering, looking back at your phone you laugh at something he said.
Jungkook simply rolls his eyes and settles beside you, having changed into more comfortable and clean clothing. He then pulls you onto his lap and rests his head on your shoulder, just to set some boundaries for your best friend. "Oh, see-" You raise your phone to Jungkook, "this is Jungkook."
Jungkook just nods his head towards Jisung completely ignoring his friendly "Hello" and how are you?".
It was safe to say that Jungkook was already pissed off at the fact that another guy had your full attention.
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You decided to take a small nap after you were done talking to Jisung, placing the covers over your body you inched even closer to Jungkook and closed your eyes.
"Tired? Mh?" He asks as he turn off his phone and plays with your hair as you just hum. "It's so cold here compared to Seoul" you whine, hugging the cover closer to your body.
"I know a way to warm you up that's always worked." Jungkooks voice was quiet but malicious, a smirk forming on his face. "Oh yeah? What's that?" You tease him, sitting up a bit and looking up at him with your cute puppy eyes. Taking your chin in his hand, he places a small kiss on your lips before answering, "I think you know".
His hand wanders to your ass, giving it a small squeeze as you moan in return. "Kook.."
"What do you want, huh?" He asks teasingly, playing with the hem of your shorts, tugging for you to take them off. "Want me to make you feel good?"
"I always want you to make me feel good, Kook," you say, kissing his neck and leaving a bruise here and there. He enjoys when you do that, he loves showing off that he's—although not officially—taken.
His hands roamed your body, and before you know it, the both of you are lying next to each other, naked.
His fingers pump in and out of you at a nice slow pace, just how he learned you like it. "You look so good like this," he moans, referring to your body that lays on top of his with your legs spread wide open for him. Anyone could walk in on you guys and see your pussy in all its glory at any moment. But you didn't care. It just felt so good.
"Take these off." Referring to his pants, you tug them down as much as you can, pulling them down just under his balls and taking hold of his hard dick. "You're so big, Jungkook," you breathe out, licking his tip down to his shaft. "Fuck, just how you like it huh?" He continues the dirty talk, loving the way your tongue makes hin feel like he's in heaven. "Suck on it, princess"
You don't hesitate to do as he says as you make an effort to choke on it a little. So much to taking a small nap before dinner.
"Fuck, damn-" Jungkook mutters under his breath, his hand guiding you up and down in nice swift motions. The sounds of your gagging almost make him nut just then.
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Jisung😼: I'm 30 minutes away
You: omggg okay wait I'll prepare you some food for when you arrive
Placing down your phone, you run over to the kitchen and start preparing some lunch for Jisung to enjoy later when he arrives. To say you were excited to see your best friend after nearly a year was an understatement. You talked almost every day, sure, but it didn't compare to actually seeing each other.
Jisung😼: you're a Saint. I love you
I love you
Jungkook grimaces as he reads the message, he didn't necessarily mean to peak, but the message had just appeared when he sat down for lunch as well.
"What are ya making?" He asks as he watches you scramble around the kitchen
"Just some sandwiches for when Jisung arrives, he's had a pretty horrible taxi drive here" you start
"You want some too?" You ask as you turn around to a pouting Jungkook who just nods.
"Fine, I'll make you some, you big baby." You tease him, earning a slap on your butt when he was suddenly standing behind you.
"Can you believe they charged him 150$ for a 30-minute drive?" You say shaking your head as you cut some lettuce. Jungkook didn't care how much Jisung paid to get here, and to be completely honest, he'd probably pay 150$ for him to just leave.
Somehow, the feeling of having a guy close to you made him.. jealous. He felt as if your attention was not going to be on him 24/7 like he's used to.
Namjoon and Taehyung were eating their lunch outside at the lake, while Jennie was still fast asleep in her room, most likely from talking to her sister all night.
"Put extra cheese on mine, please," Jungkook mumbles as his strong arms encircle your waist, placing his head on your shoulder like he always did, watching you prepare the food.
Humming a random tune to yourself, you finish up the food and place Jisungs into the fridge, giving Jungkook his right away.
"Are you not gonna eat?" He asks when he notices your lack of food. You shake your head. "I'm too nervous," you say, shaking your hands showing just how excited you really were.
Jungkook rolls his eyes internally, grabbing one half of his food and handing it to you "Eat, I don't like when you miss meals"
"Jungkook don't worry, I'll eat when-"
Ding dong
"Oh my god," you jump up, running to the door, opening it almost immediately as you're met with your best friend.
"He-"
"Jisung!" You yell, jumping into his arms, making him drop his bags and hug you back laughing. "What's up Y/n, missed you"
"Are you kidding me? I missed you even more!" You say this while looking at him excitedly. "You look great; have you started going to the gym? You've definitely gotten buffer ". That's when Jungkook had enough as he stood up and left to your room; no one else was allowed to be complimented on their muscles by you except for him.
"Wait until I tell you the shit I had to go through until I finally got here" Jisung groans annoyed as he finally let's go of your waist, walking into the house a bit more, looking around. "Damn, this place is huge. When you said cabin, I pictured a small cute house in the woods," he laughs. Hitting his chest, you cover your mouth giggling. "Well, it has to fit 6 people in it." Shrugging, you hush him over to the table where you thought Jungkook was still sitting.
"Im so excited for you two to finally meet I-" turning you see-.. no one?
"I could swear Jungkook was here like 5 minutes ago," you mumble under your breath, not letting the thought hinder you from enjoying the fact that your childhood best friend was standing in front of you.
"It's fine, I guess you two can meet each other later. Let me get your food. You can go set your luggage in the first room to the right!" You smile as you walk into the kitchen and open the fridge.
"Oh Jungkook, there you are." You jump in surprise when you turn to see him sitting at the small table inside the kitchen eating his food. "I thought you disappeared on me for a second." Laughing, you lean over him and kiss his cheek after setting the plate with Jisungs food down next to him.
"Nope, I'm right here, didn't wanna interrupt your little moment" he huffs, taking the last bite of his sandwich and taking a sip of water as he leans back into your touch, not being able to stay 'mad' at you for too long.
"Don't be ridiculous, I want you guys to meet!" You grin happily about to give him a small peck on the lips when someone clears their throat at the entrance of the kitchen.
With a small wave, Jisung makes his presence clear. "What's up, dude? I'm Jisung. It's nice to finally meet the guy who makes my best friend ignore me for says straight. " he obviously jokes, not earning a single laugh from Jungkook, though. Hitting his shoulder, you glare at him before laughing. "He's shy,".
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"And this is mine and Jungkook's room, we haven't really been able to do more than just put our clothes in the closet, but at least that means that it's not messy just yet" leaning against your doorframe you giggle. "Well that's it, it's honestly not that big when you think about it"
"It's pretty big y/n. You and Jennie did a great job," Jisung compliments.
"So you and Jungkook.." Jisung speaks up after a second, "are you two together?" He awkwardly asks, making you bite your lip nervously. "Um.. Well, we're not together, but.." You start, sitting down on your bed. "I really like him, you know?" Looking up at him, you wait for his response.
Completely disregarding what you'd just told him, his brows rise when he realizes something, "I actually brought you a present from back in Busan." he blushes a bit, but you fail to notice. "You did?" Placing your hands behind your back, you raise your brows. "Well...? What is it?"
"Right-!" Jisung jumps into action as you follow him close behind to his room.
"I don't know it just made me think of you." He scratches the back of his head after he hands you a cute blue bracelet. Looking down, you grin. "It's so nice, I love it." You thank him, hugging him tightly. "I really missed you"
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"Bitch this is so real" Jennie comments as the both of you are chilling on the couch, watching a random 2000's movie, eating some popcorn. "I'm not even paying attention anymore at this point," you chuckle, earning a loving hit from her. Looking down on your phone at the picture Jungkook had just sent you, you smile. All of the guys were currently down at the lake, drinking a few bottles of beer and swimming. While the thought of going for a swim in the lake sounded very much appealing to you, you preferred staying in the warm cabin with Jennie, binge-watching all of Netflix.
Pookie🩶: *attached picture*
Pookie🩶: are you girls coming down here anytime soon? we still have a few beers left.
You: 🥶
Pookie🩶: Get one of my sweaters and come down here, we made a bonfire, and everything
You stop to think for a second, wearing one of Jungkooks sweaters—that smelled like heaven by the way—and cuddling with him by a bonfire? You're sold.
Looking over at Jennie, she's already giving you a look. "Fine, you wanna go and hang out with your man instead of spending quality time with your best friend? Go for it." The sarcasm in her voice was clear, and after just looking at one another for a second, you two burst out laughing. "I'm just kidding, I think I'm gonna call it a night. You have fun, though." Blowing loving kisses at her, you make your way upstairs to your room, grabbing Jungkooks Balenciaga hoodie that he wore earlier and making your way down to the lake with a smile on your face.
"Hey boys," you wave as you walk towards them, hugging your arms around yourself. Even though Jungkooks sweater was helping with the cold, it was still freezing outside. "Princess," Jungkook calls, waving you over to him. "You look cute"
"So what did you guys do all alone?" Taehyung asks, taking a drag of his cig and blowing the smoke out with ease. You shrug. "Nothing illegal," you joke, leaning against Jungkook and closing your eyes for a second. "Just watched some movies, ate popcorn that was probably expired"
The whole round laughs as the music they put on faded to the background.
"You should watch the new show that just came out, what's it called..." Jisung speaks up, thinking for a second before continuing. "The Glory."
Your eyes light up at the mention of the show, turning to Jungkook, you smile. "Yeah, Jungkook and I started watching it like last week. It's so good." You nod, playing with Jungkook's larger hand as you discuss the show with Jisung.
Jungkook was filled with pride when you mentioned watching the show with him; something about the memory from last week—you cuddling up to him in only his shirt as you began watching the first few episodes—made his heart skip a beat.
"...yeah I really do hope they make a season 2" your voice breaks him out of his daydream, his hand wandering to your stomach and pulling you closer to him, noticing that you in fact are very cold.
"We should call it a night," he whispered into your ear, patting your hip to get up. Yawning, you nod, agreeing with him and standing up.
"Night, see ya tomorrow, I heard it's supposed to get pretty hot" Jisungs calls after you guys, making you yell out in excitement.
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"Good morningggg" you singsong, walking into the kitchen the next morning. Jennie and Jisung sat at the counter, talking about whatever. "Morning," Jennie greets you, sliding a bowl of yoghurt with fruit towards you. Thanking her, you sit down next to Jisung, stealing one of his blueberries and poking your tongue at him in amusement. "So where are the others?" You query, getting up again after eating a few spoonfuls, and making yourself a coffee.
"I think Namjoon and Jungkook are in the gym downstairs, and Taehyungs still asleep. He facetimed Jihyo all night doing god knows what" Jennie rolls her eyes, already regretting choosing the room beside him.
"So Jisung, be honest." Jennie starts, and looking back at her, you can see she's about to ask something dramatic. "How do you like the guys? Cause I can totally understand if you hate either Taehyung or Jungkook, those two stoners -" "Jennie," you stop her from finishing her sentence as you give her a look of disapproval.
Shrugging, she just takes another mouthful of her food. "I know what I'm talking about, Are you blind or do you not see the way Jungkook literally bores daggers into Jisungs back every time he gets remotely close to you"
Sighing, you take a sip of your freshly brewed coffee. "First of all," you look at Jisung, "that's just how Jungkook looks at literally everyone." You smile, really not wanting your best friend to get the wrong impression of your boyf- of Jungkook. "wrong," Jennie interrups you. "He looks at me or Namjoon just fine when we're with you"
"That's cause..." You want to argue but can't find a reason as to why Jungkook looks at Jisung the way he does. "It's cause he doesn't know him. He doesn't trust easily," you brush her comment of by saying. Jennie just rolls her eyes and winks at Jisung, who visibly blushes, ugh Jennie and her charms.
"What's up? What's up?" Taehyungs voice fills the silent kitchen, drawing a smile to your face. "You want breakfast? I think I'm gonna make some protein pancakes for Jungkook," you smile "a-and Namjoon." You correct yourself. "Jungkook and Namjoon."
Taehyung raises a brow at you but nods, grabbing your mug of coffee and sipping from it "hey-"
"Helloooo" Namjoon is the next to enter the kitchen, making you wonder where Jungkook went off to.
"Hey Joon," Jennie and Taehyung say at the same time. "God, are you making pancakes? Can I have some, too?" Namjoon makes his way over to you, looking over your shoulder at the pancake batter almost salivating. "I'm making them for you guys, actually! You gym rats need the calories, right? Oh, and Taehyung also wanted some. " You shrug, laughing when Taehyung sends a frown your way. "If you must know, I am very comfortable in my body" ,"and that's great, sweetie." Jennie sarcastically comforts the older.
The whole kitchen laughs out loud, already starting the day with such a good vibe.
"Y/n," Jisung comes up behind you leaning against the counter so he could talk to you one on one as the others ate their—beforehand your—breakfast.
"Shoot," you answer him, flipping over pancakes. "So since the weather is nice today, I was thinking we could go out and swim while the sun is still hitting the lake?" Jisung proposes making you gasp excitedly. "Yes, we should all have lunch by the lake today and swim!" You agree with him earning a small cheer by the peers behind you.
Jisung clears his throat, though, seemingly something was wrong. Raising a brow, you look at him questionably "what wrong? You don't want to anymore?"
He shakes his head though, "No, but I was thinking we could just go as the two of us, you know? Like old times when we used to go to the outdoor pools?"
"Oh," you let out a surprised comment. "I mean,-"
"Morning," says a low, raspy voice, and when you turn around, you see Jungkook entering the kitchen area, his eyes searching for you.
"Good Morning" you respond amongs the others
Jungkooks face lights up when he sees you. His hair was wet, so he must have taken a shower after the gym, which explains why Joon arrived before him.
You return your attention to your friend and resume your conversation with him. "So you were saying?". "Right," Jisung clears his throat and prepares to speak to you when Jungkook interrupts him once more. "Good morning, princess," his arms circle around you as if it were second nature, his head resting on top of yours. Before turning to see what you were making, he gave Jisung, who was much smaller, a glare.
"Jisung?" You ask again only to receive a "nevermind" as he leaves.
"Kook," you whine, knowing the reason your friend left was because of him.
Jungkook just ignores your complaints, though, as he leans down to peck your lips. "What ya makin'?" He wonders out loud,
"Protein pancakes for the big boys" you joke, referring to him and Namjoon.
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Later that day, you all find yourselves at the lake, the sun was shining, and there were no clouds appearing anytime soon. In comparison to yesterday, this was literal heaven.
"Y/n-ie, go stand by the water. I wanna take a picture," Jennie yells from behind, making you groan. "This is the last time. You've asked me like 15 times already."
"It's cause you're hot," she says, winking, quickly snapping a picture of you.
"She's not wrong" Jisung says from besides you, teasingly pocking your side. "Underwater breathing contest?" He asks in a challenging tone. "On the count of three" you agree.
"1...2...3!" And with a quick motion, you're underwater, eyes open and making funny faces at one another. About 20 seconds later you both go up for air "that was so" you start, stopping to catch your breath "that was so unfair of you" you whine, getting out the water and dringend yourself off. "I would've totally won if you didn't pull that face"
"Look at them." Jungkook nods towards you and Jisung, crossing his arms, his muscles appearing more toned than ever. "What? They seem to be having a good time." Namjoon just shrugs, pulling out the meat for the bbq later. "You should be having a good time as well. What's the point of pursuing Y/n if you're not even spending time with her? ". Jungkook cracks his knuckles as he looks at Namjoon. "I hate that guy." Namjoon comes to a halt for a split second, looking annoyed at Jungkook. "Do you even care what I have to say?"
"I do hyung, but just- fuck, look at them, they're acting all couple-like and shit" pressing his tongue against his cheek he finally looks away and helps his friend.
"Well, you're not her boyfriend, so she is perfectly capable of doing whatever she wants." Hearing Namjoon say this makes Jungkooks blood boil. It was his fault that you guys weren't dating yet. He knew that. When you first started hooking up, he'd set clear boundaries. Ones that he's now slowly breaking.
"My plan is to ask her out on the trip, I just haven't found the right moment yet," the younger shrugs as he places a piece of meat on the grill. "What do I even say?, I mean technically we act as if we're dating; we kiss, we fuck, we hang out, we talk about our feelings." Jungkook sighs, "I shouldn't even have to ask her out In the first place, were not 14, were adults. But Y/n is into all that romance shit and I want to make her happy"
"I asked Sana to be my girlfriend, and that was only 2 years ago, we weren't teens either." Namjoon starts speaking again, trying to speak some sense into Jungkook. "What I'm saying is that asking people to be their boyfriend/girlfriend is totally normal. Just because you think it's cringe doesn't mean that everyone else does."
"Jungkook, Joonie! There you are!" You say approaching the two boys as they prepare the barbecue. The only thing covering you was the skimpy baby blue bikini Jennie had convinced you to wear. In her words, it would make Jungkook ask you out even sooner. Sure, what she said made no sense at all, but the bikini is cute, so might as well.
"Jennie, Jisung, and I wanted to play some music, Taehyung said you had the loudspeaker?," you ask, looking at Namjoon with big expecting eyes. "Sure, I think it's in my room. Just go in and get it, " Namjoon tells you, placing another piece of meat on the grill. "Okay!" Walking into the cabin, you notice Jungkook follow you, turning you smile at him."You don't wanna go swim?"
"Might go later, I promised to help Joon with the food," you hum in acknowledgement before grabbing the speaker and turning to him. "We should all play some volleyball later, Jisung Brough a ball and net," you propose to him, grabbing his hand to head back to the others. "Whatever you want, princess." Jungkook laughs, shaking his head when you jokingly hit his chest and pout. "It'll be fun!"
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"Kids, foods ready!" Namjoon yells from the picnic table outside, placing the different kinds of food down on it. "Looks great, Joon," you compliment, sitting down beside Jungkook and already putting food on his plate. "Thanks, jagi." The nickname just kind of slipped out of him, the situation just feeling way too domestic.
"Y/n, pass me the salad, please," Jennie yells from other side of the table, your hand immediately reaching for the food and passing it to her. "The foods great Namjoon," Taehyung compliments, immediately digging into his meat, making everyone laugh.
"We should all definitely play some volleyball tomorrow. We should make use of the great weather," Jisung suggests, making everyone nod in agreement, even Jungkook.
Later that evening, Taehyung and Namjoon decided to go back into their rooms and call their girlfriends. While Jennie had already taken a shower and was now watching a movie on the big TV in the living room, you had just finished up doing the dishes with Jungkook. "I should take a shower too, I feel like I have sand everywhere." You laugh as you dry your hands. "I'll join you," he winks, grabbing you by the waist and leaning in for a kiss, but you teasingly lean away, running upstairs.
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"Fuck Jungkook" you moan, his dick sliding in and out of you with ease as he holds you up against the shower wall. "Fuck you feel so good princess". His hands held you by the ass, head leaning down to your neck leaving hickeys and love bites all over it.
"Look at how pretty you are." Although Jungkook's words are adorable, you couldn't manage to mumble a thank you. The way his hips were rutting against you made you dumb. One could say you're cute, sure. But You were never one that tried to be overly sexy.
"Aren't you so good at this, baby?" You hum in acknowledgement, trying your best to fuck him back in this position. gaining self-confidence, you manage to change the position from getting fucked against the shower wall with your legs around his waist to your tits touching the cold wall and Jungkook taking you from behind. His tattooed hand holding you hip still while the other landed a few slaps on your ass.
"You like this?" He asks, laughing, flashing one of his toothy smiles.
You could swear this man is a demon of some sort, by the way his dick is jackhammering into you right now.
Mumbling a small "I'm gonna cum" you turn to see him form a small smirk at corner of his mouth. The small metal ring around his lips stands out to you as he licks his lips, his hips somehow managing to fuck you harder.
"Oh- fuck," he grunts, hips losing any kind of rhythm, as he himself gets closer to his release. His hips are practically right against your ass, giving him no more space to push in further.
The filthy words that come put of your mouth as you reach your orgasm seemed to make him go crazy by the way he was now holding you right up against his ripped chest and playing with your tits.
Jungkook locks eyes with you, parted lips letting out moans as he cums in you.
Brushing your hair back, you smile at Jungkook through the bathroom mirror, blushing cheeks, turning even redder when he walks up behind you, pecking the side of your lip. "What's that?" he suddenly asks, referring to the bracelet that adorned your left wrist. "Oh, this?" Looking down at the bracelet Jisung gave you 2 days ago, you smile. "Jisung gave it to me when he arrived, said it reminded him of me," you tell him, not really making a big deal of it.
Poking the inside of his cheek, Jungkook looks irritated, his hand on your waist tightening out of reflex. "Did he now?" cocking his head making eyecontact with you in the mirror. "Pretty little thing," he mumbles mindlessly playing with it.
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"Jungkook, it's just a bracelet," Taehyung groans, rolling his eyes, his head hitting the pillow on his bed.
Jungkook had gone to complain to Taehyung after you two finished your shower. "I'll be right back," he'd told you. Now, it had already been 30 minutes since he left, and you were starting to get a bit confused. You initially thought that he was getting some water or just forgot something downstairs.
"Are you blind or are you acting stupid on purpose, hyung?" Jungkook moans and puts his head in his hands. "It's obvious that Jisung likes her."
"I don't trust the guy" Jungkook speaks up right after, "he keeps wanting to be alone with her"
"Of course he does. They haven't seen each other in ages." Taehyung tries to reason. "Why are you even jealous? You know how easy it would be if you just asked y/n out?" With an annoyed sigh, Taehyung sits up again, grabbing his phone and tapping the screen. "It's late. Get out. Jihyo is supposed to call me right about now"
"What? How would it make it any simpler? He would continue to make an effort to be close to her," Jungkook adds as he gets up and moves toward the door. "But at least you'd have a good reason for behaving like a total dick toward him."
"Fuck off" Jungkook mumbles before leaving Taehyungs room
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You put on your headphones and begin listening to your favourite music as you go onto the treadmill. It was precisely 7 a.m., which was early, given that you were on vacation. Somehow, you couldn't fall back asleep after waking up at around 6, so you decided to be productive and work out a bit before starting to prepare breakfast for everyone because. Why not? You had the time to do so.
You supposed everyone was still asleep given that the lights were still turned off when you walked downstairs. The small gym being situated in the basement of the house, meaning that you had to walk down a flight of stairs that seemed like it needed some renovation.
"...oh say it ditto..." You singsong as you walk at a normal speed on the treadmill. Jungkook, being the gym bunny that he was, had taught you to always start your workouts lighty, so that's what you were doing. It was honestly a blessing to have Jungkook in your life. Besides the obvious, he was a great gym partner. Sure, you weren't much of a gym rat, but every once in a while, Jungkook managed to convince you to do a few workouts with him.
Due to the loud music playing in your headphones, you didn't notice someone walking into the gym, but when you suddenly look up and see Jisung smile at you, you wave at him turning off your music.
"Morning" you smile, slowing down on the treadmill as you talk over to him. "How'd you sleep?" He asks you, looking at himself in the mirror as he fixes his hair. "I didn't really expect anyone to be here this early"
You laugh "well here I am," shrugging and getting off the treadmill completely to do some stretching. "You're done already?" Jisung laughs, making you blush embarrassed. "You know I quickly I run out of breath"
"I remember." he nods, sitting down beside you to stretch as well. "How are you liking it here so far? Are you getting along with the guys?" You start the conversation again, stretching your legs and groaning in pain, mentally noting to work out a little more in the coming weeks.
"It's great here, I mean, the view is amazing" he answers and you nod agreeing with him "I know, when me and Jennie saw that the house was up for rent we immediately went for it, it's more on the pricier side though"
"Understandable" your friend agrees with you, watching you get up to grab your water and take a few sips. You looked hot in your black leggings and blue sports bra, your boobs looking amazing. Jisung turns his head away before you catch him glaring, clearing his throat.
"So what's on the agenda toda-" Jisung is cut off by the door opening once more, revealing Jungkook. Much to his despair.
"Kook," you run up to him excitedly, hugging a surprised looking Jungkook. "What are you doing here?" He laughs, squeezing your side as he places his small towel and water bottle down on the ground. Scowling, you hit his chest. "Hey! I work out too at times" you whine. Jungkook smiles before his gaze meets Jisung, his smirk immediately dropping.
"I guess we could do a whole workout sesh now," you joke, referring to the three of you. "Jisung, did I ever tell you that Jungkook sometimes gives me free workout lessons?" You brag, wiggling your eyebrows
"Really?" Jisung laughs along with you, "Yeah those are the perks of being friends with someone like him," you joke,
Friends
There it was again, Jungkook thought, that stupid label.
"You wanna work out with me, princess?" Jungkooks asks you teasingly, adding the nickname just to annoy Jisung a tad bit. Smiling, you nod in excitement, already grabbing his hand and leading him closer to the top to bottom mirror. "I already did 30 minutes on the treadmill," you proudly state, earning a smile from Jungkook. "Did you now?"
Nodding, you sit down on the yoga mat, waiting for Jungkook to instruct you.
Meanwhile, Jisung starts on the weights, feeling a judging gaze from the older male as he works out.
"Jungkook, I can't anymore. I'm exhausted," you whine as you hold your form, planking on the ground, sweat dripping off your forehead.
Jungkook taps your shoulder lightly 10 seconds later and you let yourself fall to the ground almost immediately, an exhausted grunt leaving your mouth.
"I hate this," you moan, closing your eyes. "I thought you wanted to work out, huh?" Jungkook keeps teasing you, tickling your side. "Alright then, rest a bit. I'll go get started on the weights." And with that, he stands up and walks over to where Jisung is, grabbing a weight that was double the weight the younger was currently lifting.
"Jisung! Pass me my water, please. " You call out for him, referring to the water that was right besides him. "Go get it yourself lazy" he teases you, earning a warning glare from Jungkook. "Shut up, I can barely move right now" you complain.
Placing down his weights, Jungkook walks over and grabs your water, handing it to you as you thank him.
"I would've brought it to her, you know." Jisung rolls his eyes at the older, only to be met with Jungkooks piercing eyes as he pokes the inside of his cheek. "But you didn't when she asked you to-"
"Okay, boys, let's calm down." You nervously laugh, standing up and heading towards the two of them, "I get that you don't like one another very much, but let's not fight every 2 seconds, yeah?" You sweetly ask them, more for the sake of Taehyung, Jennie, and Namjoon. You knew they wouldn't like the bickering between these two.
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"Anyone who's up to go to the grocery store raise your hand." Namjoon exclaims as he walks into the living room where everyone else was. The silence indicated that nobody really wanted to leave this idyllic home and take a 30-minute journey to the grocery store. Yet it had to be done, there was no other choice, and the supply of food was running low.
"I'll go" Jisung and Jungkook say at the same time, making everyone else stare between the two of them.
"Well?" Namjoon crosses his arms, waiting for one to tap out. "I'll go" Jungkook repeats, already standing up and not even giving Jisung a chance to complain.
Things have been weird between the 3 of you since this morning. Ever since you said that the two of you were just friends, Jungkook has sort of been ignoring you. You know why, of course you do. The two of you liked each other but didn't want to admit to it.
"Damn, way to kill a mood," Jennie mumbles next to you as she mindlessly scrolls on her phone. "I'm sure Jungkook just wants to leave and not have to face you for a while." Taehyung chimes in next to you, making you raise your knees to your chest, hugging them. "I dont know what to do, guys," you mumble, leaning against Jennie. Turning off her phone, she pats your hair. "Admit that you like him." Looking up, you raise a brow at her. "I do like him"
Rolling his eyes, Taehyung speaks, "Not to us, you idiot, tell Jungkook"
Pouting you answer him "Jungkook knows I like him".
"How? Have you told him?" Jennie teases, knowing exactly that you, in fact, didn't.
"It doesn't take much of a brain to notice, I mean-" you scoff "we kiss, we tell each other what's on our mind, we-" you swallow, looking around in case someone was eavesdropping. "-we have sex"
"Y/n, Jungkooks as smart as a rock, if you don't tell him, he won't know" Taehyung shakes his head as he stands up, walking out of the room.
"Hate to admit It, but stoner has a point," Jennie shrugs, making you whine as you walk upstairs into your room and throw yourself on the bed, hugging a pillow in distress.
Is it sad? Sad, that you thought Jungkook was going to use this trip as a way to get even closer to you. To finally gather the courage to ask you out?
Another whine left your lips, the pressure of it all, being too much for your body and mind to handle. Thank god Jungkook was leaving for at least 2 or 3 hours, giving you time to think about your relationship, or lack thereof, and maybe even take a nice long bath.
Jisung😼: You okay? You've been in your room for quite some time now
You: I'm fine, just taking a really long bath 😴
Jisung😼: do you mind if we speak after you're done? I have to tell you something
You stop and stare at the screen for a second.
Taking a screenshot, you send it to Jennie, waiting for her to give her 5 cents.
You: *insert photo*
Jennie👩‍❤️‍👩: girl
Jennie👩‍❤️‍👩: he wants you so bad
Jennie👩‍❤️‍👩: Whatever it is that you took for men to want you like this, give it to me
You: Jennie.
Jennie👩‍❤️‍👩: okay what do you want me to say?
Jennie👩‍❤️‍👩; the man's head over heels for you
You: but I'm not, for him at least
Jennie👩‍❤️‍👩: time for you and Jungkook to have the talk then 🤩
You sigh, turning off your phone, re-starting your music, and eventually closing your eyes slightly. You can't help but unwind when you hear lo-fi music and smell the lavender scent of your bath salt. That is, at least, until you hear someone enter your room and disrupt your me-time. Confounded, you turn to check the time, gasping as you realize you've been in the bath for nearly an hour and a half.
It's none other than Jungkook himself, of course. He doesn't come into the bath, but he does knock on the bathroom door lightly, informing you that he's back.
You make an effort to get dry and dressed as quickly as possible to avoid being seen ankes by him. On other occasions you wouldn't mind, you be happy about it to be honest, but right now it's what you needed the least.
"Hey," you mumble as you enter your bedroom and place your phone to charge. You don't dare to make eye contact with him, and as you put on some house shoes to leave the room as fast as you came in, your heart pounds.
"Jisung" you call his name, making him turn around from where he stands on the front porch, probably wanting some time alone.
"You.. wanted to speak to me?" You initiate the conversating, watching as he tenses and clears his throat.
"I- well, yes. Sit down, please?" He asks you, motioning to the empty spot on the couch next to him.
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"...honestly I don't know what I want at this point, I don't know what she wants at this point." Jungkooks voice fills Namjoons ears once again as they both walk down the aisles of the grocery store in the small town.
Cracking his fingers, Namjoon sighs out loud, letting Jungkook know that he's being annoying. "Do you want me to repeat my speech that I give you every time you bring up Y/n?"
Jungkook stops in his tracks as he looks at Namjoon with wide eyes, offended.
"Actually yes, go on"
"Y/n and you like each other, yes or no?"
"Yes." Jungkook states with confidence
"Then why is it," Namjoon rubs his temples with his fingers, casually placing some tomatoes in the cart. "That whenever one of us-" he points at himself but also refers to Jennie and Taehyung. "-Tells you to just get into a relationship"
"You just completely ignore us and go back to just being friends with benefits or whatever shit you've got going on"
"Cause-" Jungkook interrups, crossing his arms and playing with his lip-piercing with his tongue, annoyed.
"I'm not done yet" Namjoon warns the younger, pointing a finger at him
"You're 23 for God's sake, and Y/n-ie is 21, you're not kids anymore"
Namjoons voice is deep, his face showing anything but joy. "What. Do. You. Want.?"
"I don't know what the fuck I want! I want her!" Jungkooks' voice startles the other customers around him, but he doesn't care.
"She's told me before; she wants the guy to ask her out cause she thinks it's romantic and shit. And I get that okay? But whenever I'm about to ask her, you know, let her know she's the one for me." Jungkook grabs a coke and places it in the cart. "I chicken out, it's like- I want to date her, so bad, but I also don't want to commit to a relationship. What if I fuck up?"
"Do you even remotely know how many times I've fucked up with Sana?" Namjoon keeps talking as he helps Jungkook place the items on the checkout conveyor belt.
Jungkook shakes his head, nodding for the older to continue with his pep talk
"Exactly, I fuck up every 2 to 3 work days, but then we talk thing's out, get shit we think off our chests and then everything's back to normal" paying for the groceries Namjoon sighs as they walk out. "What I'm trying to say is; if you're scared to fuck up, don't be, it's normal to argue as a couple"
"Let me ask you this; how many times have you two argued since you started your..." he motions with his hands,"...whatever it is that you've got going on"
Shrugging Jungkook places the grocery bags in the car, "I don't know, maybe 2 or 3 times"
"See, you two obviously like each other, and you obviously make a good fit." Namjoon ends his speech. "You're young, just fucking go for it."
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Walking into your shared room, Jungkook notices the music coming from the bathroom, he recognises that it's your 'Lo-Fi Bath' playlist almost immediately, smiling to himself happy that you're taking time to relax. After the talk with Namjoon earlier, he's pretty sure of what he wants now, and what he wants is you.
With a small knock on the bathroom door, he lets you know he's back from the store. When Jungkook doesn't hear an answer, he assumes you either didn't hear or are purposely ignoring him like he did to you all morning and afternoon. Fair enough
Taking off his clothes, Jungkook changes from his jeans and sweater to something more comfortable, sitting on the bed and going on his phone, checking his messages.
Soon after, he watches you walk out the bathroom, fully clothed and with a frown on your face. He wants to say something, anything
But as soon as he gathers his courage, you're already leaving the room.
He spends around 10 minutes considering whether or not he should go after you. Everything always seemed so much easier in the movies you made him watch, but this was real life, and he was going to lose you if he didn't act out on his feelings and finally asked you to be his girlfriend.
Just as he was going to get up anyway, a text from Taehyung interrups his plan.
Taehyung: dude
Taehyung: Not to make you anxious or anything, but I'm pretty sure Jisung is asking Y/n out
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"Does he not know that we're together?" Jungkook growls as he watches you and Jisung talk outside at the porch. It was cold. Why weren't you wearing a sweater at least? You'd be sick by the next morning if you stayed out there any longer.
Placing a hand on his shoulder, Taehyung holds a smirk away "You're not"
"Fuck off hyung, if you're just gonna stand here and piss me off you better leave" shrugging Taehyung's hand off Jungkook crosses his arms, muscles bulking out.
He watches as Jisung places a hand on your arm, smiling. And when you return it, Jungkook nearly loses it.
With quick steps, he does what he promised Taehyung not to do not even 5 minutes ago, walk out.
"Maybe you should back off a little." You hear Jungkook speak from behind you, startling you. "Jesus, Jungkook," you breathe out in surprise, hand on your chest as you stand up just like Jisung. "What's wrong?" Seeing Jungkooks stressed expression you ask him, trying to calm him down by placing a hand on his arm just like Jisung did to you earlier.
"He's so obvious. It's embarrassing." Jungkook argues, making you raise a brow in confusion. "Wait- what do you mean?" Looking back at Jisung he just shrugs, placing both his hands in his pockets as he watches the scene unfold before his eyes.
"He-" Jungkook starts, stopping himself to breathe out. "You're stupid if you think he just wants to be your friend"
You're shocked, with everything you'd expected him to say this wasn't even close. "Excuse me?" You ask him offended, raising your voice just a little bit. "Jeon Jungkook what the fuck did you just call me?" It seems as if he'd hit a nerve with the way you were reacting so suddenly, your aura completely changed. "What the fuck is your problem dude?" Jisung intervenes, stepping in front of you and that way separating you from Jungkook.
"None of your fucking business" watching Jungkook push Jisung away just a little too harsh you look back at Taehyung and Namjoon who were watching the scene unfold from inside the house. Namjoon seemed to have noticed your worried expression as he hurried out and separated the two men before a fight could break out. By now, a few tears of stress and disappointment were running down your face.
"It's okay, come here," Jennie speaks as she grabs your shoulders and hurries you inside, walking you to her room so you can calm down.
"What the fuck is going on here" Namjoon is the first to speak up out of the 4, his brows furrowed and arms crossed. Taehyung just shrugs, and so does Jisung. "I don't know, I was talking to Y/n, and then suddenly this dude."
"Don't call me dude," Jungkook interrups him, walking towards Jisung, Taehyung stopping him once more.
"He suddenly goes fucking crazy and insults Y/n"
"The fuck?!" Jungkook grows even more furious at the mention of him hurting you in any kind of way. Struggling in Taehyungs grasp, unfortunately stronger than his hyung, he manages to get out, landing a hit against Jisungs cheek.
"For fucks sake!" Namjoon yells, face shocked as he grabs the younger and pulls him away, forcing him inside the cabin and away from Jisung. "The fuck is that guy talking about? I didn't just randomly insult Y/n! He was clearly flirting with her!"
You hear Jungkook yell from outside the door, anxiety taking over as you inch closer to Jennie, who just hugs you tighter. "What is going on- I don't understand." You silently cried, wishing this was all just a dream.
"Jungkook calm the fuck down before I'm the next to land a hit on your face" Namjoon threatened, not really meaning it. "Tell me what the fuck happened just now"
Poking the inside of his cheek, Jungkook looks away, clearly not proud of his actions.
"Taehyung texted me that Jisung was asking Y/n out." Jungkook explains, hearing Namjoon sigh, he stops him from speaking, "But I didn't want to do anything at first! I trust her, I know she wouldn't just - I don't know - agree to be with him, I guess"
Namjoon nods, waiting for him to continue.
"But then that fucking basta-"
"Jungkook."
"Sorry. Then he got all touchy with her and I fucking lost it okay?" Burrying his head in his hand Jungkook groans "I shouldn't have let my emotions get the better of me"
"I called y/n stupid..." he admits seconds later.
Joon lets his hand brush over his face as he sighs out loud "why" he just asks. "Cause- how can she be so oblivious about it?! It's so obvious he has a thing for her, everyone can tell, come on!"
"Dude, come on, let's get that checked," Taehyung says as he walks Jisung to the bathroom to take care of the bloody wound Jungkook gave him.
"Fuck" he groans, pulling away from the wet towel as he curses. "Well suit yourself," Taehyung speaks as he hands Jisung the towel and leans against the counter, observing him.
"The fuck did you do to deserve that anyway?" Taehyung can't help but laugh dryly. Jisung looks up at him through the mirror his eyebrow raised. "Doesn't concern you or anyone else but me and Y/n"
After a small silence, Taehyung speaks up
"You like her." He shrugs as he states the obvious, making Jisungs eyes widen in shock.
Was it really that noticeable?
Taehyungs phone vibrates in his pocket, Namjoons chat appearing as he unlocks the phone.
Namjoon: make sure that Y/n sleeps in Jennies room tonight, Jungkooks fucked up man. He won't stop beating himself up over what happened
Namjoon: he's crying
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The next morning you can't help but feel horrible for your friends. Obviously, it wasn't your fault. Everything that happened yesterday only had one person to blame.
You'd slept in Jennies room last night. She told you that it would be best if you didn't have to face Jungkook or Jisung for the rest of the night.
It was morning now, though, and you had to speak to either of them at some point. But firstly, you needed to apologise to Namjoon and Taehyung. They shouldn't have to spend their vacation taking care of you three just because you were too immature to do it yourselves.
So you got up around 6 a.m., knowing that everyone was still sleeping, and went into the kitchen to make some bomb ass breakfast for the boys. You've always been good at cooking, so you might as well use that skill to apologize.
With blueberry pancakes in one hand and a bowl of fresh fruit in the other, you knock on Namjoons door first. It was now a bit later, maybe 7 or even 7.30. You seemed ti have woken him up since, when he opened the door, his hair was messy and eyes barely open.
"Sorry," you apologise for waking him up, smiling when you hold up the tray of food. "What's all this?" Joon asks, looking down and almost salivating at the way too good-looking food. "My apology for what happened yesterday," You sigh as you walk into Namjoon's room and place the tray on his table. "I'm truly sorry; you and Taehyung shouldn't have to worry about me and Jungkook all the time, and I understand how inconvenient that can be." Namjoon only nods and shakes his head. "I spoke with Jungkook before shit went down."
"I don't want to intervene in your relationship, I know it's been an up and down, but Jungkook seriously likes you, he's just scared"
"I know" you sigh, walking towards the door to let him enjoy his early breakfast.
"Namjoon?" you speak up before closing the door, making him look up. "Yeah?"
"Thank you for telling me"
Next was Taehyung, he'd be a lot easier to apologise to; give him a fancy flavoured juul and the guy was sold.
Either way you walked towards his bedroom, which was right besides Jisungs. Swallowing hard you knock on Taehyungs door, hoping Jisung wouldn't walk out, out of the blue.
Thank goodness that didn't happen; instead, a fairly awake Taehyung smiled as he opened the door and saw the tray of food. "For you," you say as you move closer to him. "Thank you, woah," he says, cheerfully setting it on his bedside table. "I suppose you understand why I'm apologizing?" You cross your arms and lean against the doorframe once more. "It's fine, you know how Jungkook can get, I've gotten him out of worse shit," Tae says, taking one of the strawberries and placing it in his mouth.
You nod a little, laughing, "Either way, I already told Namjoon this, but you shouldn't have to spend your vacation looking after us like little kids." Tae shakes his head. "It's fun to put Big Bad Boy Jungkook in his place sometimes," he jokes.
"Well! I hope I'm forgiven," You speak while clasping your hands together, leaving the room.
Well, now that that was out of the way it felt like a huge weight was lifted off your chest. You could barely sleep at night just because of how bad you felt.
Just as you were about to return to the kitchen to eat some of your leftover pancakes, you noticed Jungkook doing just that. Coming to a halt and lightly gasping, you duck behind the wall. However, it appeared that it was useless because Jungkook spoke up only seconds later.
"I saw you"
Shit, should you run into Jennies room? Or maybe speak to him like an adult would?
Taking a deep breath in and out, you comb your hands through your hair and make sure your shirt isn't wrinkled.
"I wasn't hiding" crossing your arms you lean against the doorframe, trying to act cool.
"I didn't say you were," Jungkook mumbles, raising a brow at you, looking you up and down. "Is that my shirt?"
Looking down at yourself, you blush, it was.
"Don't change the topic! Why did you punch Jisung?" You suddenly speak up, getting to the point. Body tense as you two just stare at each other. "Don't even try to deny it! Taehyung told me"
All Jungkook could do was shrug, not even able to look into your eyes.
"What? You had the balls to punch my friend, but now that I'm confronting you about it, you -" You scoff "- you should be embarrassed."
You watch him bite his lips before walking a little closer to you, not fully in front of you but definitely close enough to hear his breathing.
"I'm really sorry, okay?"
You scoff "I'm not the one you should be apologising to"
"Asshole," you mutter under your breath before eventually leaving, but not before brushing past him to fetch yourself the last pancake.
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Later that day, you find yourself using the opportunity that Jungkook was in the gym downstairs to pack some of your things. You'd talked to Jennie, and both of you agreed that it was best if you stayed in her room for the rest of the two weeks you were staying at the cabin.
"This and that," you mumble as you place random things into your suitcase, not really acting whether or not they were packed neatly.
"Oh," you gasp, looking down at the bracelet Jisung had gotten you. You must've forgotten to put it back on after your bath yesterday. Further inspecting the jewelry, you just now notice the small engraving of both your names initials.
Now, it would've been cute if it weren't for the event that went on yesterday;
"You wanted to talk to me?" You ask, sitting down besides Jisung on the small couch at the porch outside. He nods. "Yes. I-" he starts, seemingly looking for the right words. "You...?" Smiling at him, you encourage him to keep talking.
Looking up, he locks eyes with you for a second before turning away, looking anywhere but you. "There's a reason that I came here on this trip with you all the way from Busan"
You nod, waiting for him to continue. Placing a hand on your arm, he inches closer to you, making you back up just a little. This felt weird. What was he getting at?
"The truth is," he sighs, now fully locking his eyes on you. The cold air of the night makes you shiver. "I've had a crush on you ever since we met, and -" he stops to link his lips, stating right at yours. "-I'd like for us to be more than just best friends"
You didn't know what to say. It's like your heart sipped a beat at his words. This wasn't happening right now. Please, god, let this be a dream.
"Jisung I-"
"Maybe you should back off a little"
You shake your head when your thoughts wander back to yesterday, the thought of having to talk to Jisung later, messing with your head.
Placing the bracelet in a drawer, you turn to your small suitcase to close it up. Having placed most of your shirts, pants, and undergarments in it, you should be good to go to live off it for the next few days, and you also had Jennies wardrobe to choose from anyway.
"I wouldn't talk to her just yet" Namjoon tells Jungkook as they both sit at the lake, enjoying the last few rays of sun before it got dark. "I want to fix things as soon as possible" Jungkook argues, throwing a rock into the water and watching it flip a few times before eventually drowning.
"Sometimes it's better to wait, Kook, everyone is still pretty upset about what happened, especially Y/n" he makes sure to let Jungkook know.
"I talked to her this morning, by the way," taking another sip of his beer. Namjoon starts to speak again after a small silence. "You did?" Jungkook turns to him in curiosity. The older nods, "she made me and Taehyung breakfast as an apology, 10/10, by the way," he laughs.
So that's why there were pancakes in the kitchen earlier.
"...well, what did she say?" Jungkook asks, leaning back and observing the sunset.
"Not much, just that she's upset that me and Taehyung have to take care of you like little kids." Jungkook laughs at that, yup definitely something you'd say.
"Have you apologised to Jisung yet?" Namjoon brings up the guy who's—in Jungkooks opinion—fault it was.
Shaking his head, Jungkook groans. "No."
.
Knocking on his door, you wait for Jisung to open it. Millions of thoughts ran through your mind at the moment. How would he take your rejection? Would he ever forgive you? Would he still want to be friends?. You honestly didn't know how or where to start, but when he opened the door for you, cheek bruised and hair messy, you knew you'd probably woken him up from a nap.
"Can I come in?" You carefully ask him, not really wanting to come off as too demanding. Nodding he steps aside and let's you walk in, turning on the lights as he did so.
"So?" He makes sure to let you know he's upset. You knew, of course. You'd known him for over 18 years. It was impossible not to read the others' facial expressions by perfection.
"I came here to firstly; apologise." You start sitting down on the little chair he had by his desk. When he doesn't say much, you continue. "I'm also here to tell you that" damn this was going to be difficult "Jisung I don't feel the same way, I'm sorry"
It felt like you'd just torn off a band-aid off an open wound.
"I should've known," Jisungs says, shaking his head, "I should've declined Busan University's scholarship and gone to Seoul with you," he admits angrily, his head falling into his hands. You make a shaky motion with your head. "That wouldn't have changed my feelings, Jisung," you say softly, not wanting to irritate him further.
"Yes, it would've, you wouldn't have met him!" He yells out in frustration, "every time we talked, every time we texted, you always mentioned him. Damn, do you even remotely know how fucking awful that felt?"
You sigh, standing up and walking over to him, placing a loving hand on his shoulder "Jisung, you should've told me-"
"Would it have changed your feelings, though? Huh? Would it have made you change your mind? Would I have made you love me?" He asks, one small tears falling from his eyes. You bite your lip. It wouldn't.
Grabbing a tissue from his bedside table, you give it to him, lightly patting his shoulder. "Jisung, I- I don't know what to tell you," you say honestly.
"I need you to tell me you love Jungkook enough to reject me like this. Tell me you have no feelings for me," he scoffs, his teeth clenched in annoyance.
There's an uncomfortable silence for a minute or two. We're Jisung just crying into your arms. "Jisung, I can't love you," you finally admit. "I love Jungkook"
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The next day, things definitely seemed a little bit more normal, Jungkook had apologised to Jisung, and although it was a short one, you'd appreciate that he had at least done it.
You were preparing lunch with Namjoon in the kitchen when Jennie walked in, phone in hand as she grabbed a slice of your cut-up paprika and snacked on it.
"Hey," you laugh, "we still need that!". Shrugging, she smiled up at you and poked her tongue out, making you laugh. "So..." she raises her brows in anticipation. "So... what?" You ask her, placing the ingredients in the pan and letting Namjoon do the rest as you sat down beside your best friend and took a sip of water. "Have you talked to Jungkook yet?" She asks making you choke on your water.
Shaking your head, you scrunch your nose. "I don't even know if I should be the one to approach him? Shouldn't he be the one to apologise?"
"Ah, there you go acting like a kid again," Namjoon speaks from beside you, placing the veggies down on the plates and grabbing a can of soda for himself, sitting besides you two.
Offended you pout.
"It's not about who's fault it was and whose it wasn't." Namjoon once again starts with his pep talk, making you and Jennie roll your eyes. "She's right. He should be the one to approach her!" Jennie defends you. Fistbumping her, you smile. "Exactly"
"You, out of all people, should know how much effort it took for Jungkook to even apologise to Jisung in the first place" Namjoon lets you know.
You nod, he was right, Jungkook wasn't one to ever apologise for anything, so the fact that he went up to Jisung was crazy.
"Even if I were to come up to him..." You start. "I wouldn't even know how to start, let alone know what to say"
When Jisung suddenly enters the kitchen, you all go quiet, looking at the boy I'm shocked. Of course, he was entitled to walk anywhere in the house, but you genuinely thought he stayed in his room for a few days. At least, that's how you knew him.
"Hey," he waves, giving you guys a tight, forced smile.
"Jisung," you say in surprise, standing up and walking over to him. Jennie gives you an awkward look but puts her thumbs up. "Should we... go outside a bit?" You ask him, already grabbing his hand and walking out.
It seemed to be the worst timing ever cause just as you were leaving the house, you walked into Taehyung and Jungkook, who were cleaning the picnic table from yesterday day nights dinner. You give them both a tight smile as you walk past, pulling your hand away from Jisung as you pass Jungkook.
Jungkook turns around to look after you two, his fist clenching in anger seeing the two of you so close together after what happened.
"She already rejected the guy, chill," Taehyung says, hitting Jungkook shoulder and forcing him inside the house.
"So how are you?" You casually ask as the two of you walk by the lake, the sun shining, making the weather nice and warm. "To be honest..." Jisung starts, kicking some rocks. "I expected your rejection to feel worse than it actually did"
You cringe at his words, eventually nodding and humming.
"So does that mean that you don't hate me?" You ask him unsure of what his answer would be.
Laughing Jisung shakes his head, "Of course not, you idiot. How could I ever hate someone like you?"
Now you're laughing, too. "Well, I did reject you and told you that I loved Jungkook." Shrugging, you come to a halt. "No need to rub it in," Jisung warns. "Sorry"
"So..." he raises his brows at you "Do you?"
"Do you love him?" He asks in all seriousness.
The question hits you harder than it should, making you bite your lip and look out at the lake. "Me and Jungkook have a complicated relationship." You begin, unsure of how to continue. "You know, if you would have asked me 2 months ago I would've laughed in your face"
"And now?" Jisung asks
"Now..." you wonder, "now I wouldn't hesitate to say yes"
"I love Jungkook"
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It's around 1 am. when you come to the brilliant idea to stargaze outside. You'd yet to talk to Jungkook, but what would you even tell him? I'm sorry for giving Jisung the wrong idea? I'm sorry for inviting Jisung in the first place?
God, everything was a mess. Your head was spinning with a million, thoughts that all led to Jungkook.
"Seeing you this upset over something I did makes me feel even worse," the voice of the man you were currently thinking about catches you off guard.
What the- did you just manifest Jungkook to come comfort you?
"Does it now?" You wonder out loud, not looking back to where he stood.
Humming Jungkook takes a seat beside you at the shore, his eyes set on you. You bite your lip for a second before turning to the guy you've been seeing for the best few months, the guy who stole your heart without even realising.
"I'm sorry for hurting you." He confesses, playing with his lip ring. Jungkook throws his head back. "Ah, it was so stupid of me"
"What was? The part where you called me stupid or the part where you hit Jisung across the face?" You ask sarcastically. The quiet sounds of the forest are the only other things that could be heard besides the two of you. The scenery was too pretty to be ruined by the two of you fighting.
Jungkook stopped to think for a second. He didn't come out here knowing you'd be there, too. He wanted to apologise the next morning, prepare a nice picnic for the two of you to talk over. But it seemed like destiny had other plans, as he saw you sitting at the lake all alone. It took him a minute to gather all of his courage to speak up again.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you. I'm sorry I made you cry, and I'm sorry that we fought." There's a second of silence before Jungkook continues. "And I'm sorry I got so fucking jealous," Jungkook says under his breath.
You nod, understanding but still not looking at him. "I know you're sorry, Jungkook." Shrugging you sigh, "it's been 2 days since the incident, and everyone's pretty much moved on. People who needed to apologise, apologised."
Somehow, you grow agitated, your brows furrowing in confusion to your own feelings.
Scoffing, you turn to him, locking eyes you watch him nibble at his piercing nervously. "Everyone had the guts to admit to their wrong doings but you!" Your voice grows louder, scaring away a few lizards that were brave enough to come closer.
"I'm-"
"I just don't get how you can be confident enough to hit someone but not to apologise," you interrupt him. Standing up, you're about to leave when his hand grabs your arm, stopping you in your tracks.
"Y/n, please," he begs, his voice quiet. You bite your lip, not fighting him as you two just stand there in the middle of the woods, alone.
"Please, don't do this to me. I can't live without you." Jungkooks voice was soft, sort of like an angel. When you turn and see the desperate look of regret in his eyes, your heart swells. You were never one to stay mad for too long, let alone argue.
"Jungkook," you whisper, staring into his big doe eyes, waiting for him to say something that would make you stay.
"I've never done this before. I'm probably not going to be great at it." Jungkook whispers, walking closer to you so that he was now only inches away. "I don't know how relationships work, I've never been in one"
You nod, understanding.
"Neither have I. But we could figure it out together." You whisper against his lips as they were now touching yours.
"You think I'm gonna be a good boyfriend?" He anxiously asks, his hand finding its way to your waist pulling you closer to him, bodies now fully touching. You're cold. He could feel it. But he'd take his time later to scold you for not wearing a proper jacket.
Chuckling against his lips, you peck him lightly, barely closing the distance "we've been in a pretty good situationship until now"
"Situationship, huh?" Jungkook laughs lightly, his tattooed hand tugging a hair strand behind your hear, stocking your red cheeks moments after. "You're a creative one"
"Always been" you agree.
"This would probably be the perfect moment for a kiss.." You initiate, and Jungkook hums in agreement, Your hand pulls his face closer to yours kissing him.
Who would have thought that at the end of the day, you'd be the one to make the first move after all.
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"Y/n would you like to be my girlfriend?" Jungkook chuckles, face buried in your neck as you make him ask you the same question for the tenth time that morning.
"Yes," you answer him sheepishly, smiling to yourself.
You'd moved your things back to his room. After your conversation at the lake, agreeing to be more cautious about each others feelings and properly talking things out, the two of you were now official.
"Ah, there they come, the married couple." Jennie rolls her eyes as she watches you two walk into the kitchen hand in hand, giggling to yourselves. "Well, what did Mr. Loverboy do to win you over?" Namjoon asks, taking a bite of his food as he observes how incredibly whiped Jungkook looked next to you. "I used my magic," he answers for you, making you frown. "I was the one to kiss him first!"
"Yeah well I was the one to actually ask you to be my grifriend so technically-"
"God, you two are already insufferable," Taehyung groans, making Jennie nod beside him. "You're just lonely," Namjoon tells Jennie, making her scoff and widen her eyes offended. "I don't need a man"
Shrugging off Jungkook, you walk over to her and first-bump her, nodding "me neither"
"Babe," Jungkook whines from behind you, making you and Jennie laugh in Union. "I was just kidding"
"Take care of her man," Jisung speaks up from behind Jungkook, suitcase in hand as he looks at everyone else. "You really have to leave already?" You pout, walking over to him and giving him a big hug.
Jisungs University had called earlier this morning informing him that a big company was interested in him to work for them. This was unmistakably an opportunity he couldn't miss.
"Yeah, it's a long drive home, I'll let you know when I'm back home"
"Okay" you whisper sadly, looking over at Jungkook who pulls you towards him, comforting you.
"Drive safely," Namjoon waves.
"Don't drink and drive," Taehyung adds
"Y/n still likes me better." Jennie shrugs, going back to looking at her nails.
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Alibi
Pairing - Thomas Shelby and Reader
This is set in Season One, when Tommy has been betrayed.
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Stood by your kitchen sink, you wiped your forehead with the back of your hand. It had been a long day, but you were determined to tidy up before bed. Peering out into your small back yard, you glanced up at the moon. Full moon tonight, that was never good. It made you unsettled. It brought trouble.
Drying your hands, you stacked away the plates. Wondering if you should have a little nightcap, before bed. One wouldn't hurt, it would help you sleep. Something you had been craving. You hadn't slept well for months. Always having trouble sleeping alone. That’s what you were now.
Alone.
Pouring a small whiskey, you flopped onto the sofa. Bored and lonely, you began to swirl the liquid around. Until you heard a bang, from above your head. What the hell? Sprinting towards your handbag, you fished out a small hand gun. Which you carried for protection.
You needed it in Small Heath.
Hearing footsteps above, your heart raced. The hairs on the back of your neck, stood up. Could you really do this? Could you use this gun? What choice did you have?
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you looked up. Emotions instantly turning, from fear to anger. You froze, gun raised, still pointing upstairs. Confused....Seriously ?!
“Jesus Christ, I was going to shoot you!” You hissed the words out.
Staring up at your husband, ex-husband. Checking behind him, he padded downstairs. Boots heavy on the wood, his chest rising up and down. Hair wet from the rain, as he carried his hat in his hand.
“You can put the gun down now, Y/n,” he warned, bending over, holding his knees. Trying to catch his breath, having ran here. Through the streets of Small Heath. Climbed onto the shed roof, and in through the window.
“Can I?” You replied sarcastically, “I feel I may need it, why the hell are you breaking in at this time of night?”
Deciding he was right, you slipped the gun back into your bag. Putting it out of reach, on the side unit. So much for catching up on some sleep.
“Breaking in?” He scoffed, picking up your left over whiskey and draining it. Wiping his mouth, with his palm. “It’s my house, love,”
He was so annoying!
“Was…. the word you need is …was. And anyway, it was our house, and that was my whiskey,” you fumed, stepping towards him to re-fill the glass. “Another thing gone,”
Pulling out a chair, you sat as he paced your small lounge. Hands running through his hair. “What is it you want, Thomas?” You sighed, already bored of his drama. “There has to be something,”
Meeting your eyes, he stopped. Coming to stand in front of you. Fully looking at you, as if for the first time. You still had on the dress, you had worn for work today. He loved you in emerald green. But, your hair was now loose. Just how he liked it.
“I… I need an alibi,” he answered, straight faced. Eyes flitting across your curves, unashamedly. Fuck ...he missed you.
You burst out laughing, you couldn’t help it. Your life felt like, a comedy show sometimes. But this, this just was the icing on the cake. An Alibi? Of course he does, of course he needed something from you.
Always taking, taking, taking, never giving anything in return.
Wiping your eyes, your expression dropped. A hard glare returning. "What good am I to you, as an alibi?" you raised both hands questioningly, shaking your head. "You have the whole of Small Heath police force in your pocket, Tom,"
The nickname you always called him, made his heart lurch. "It's not just Small Heath, Y/n. Ok? I've... we've been fucking betrayed, alright, ey?"
Pouring out another measure of whiskey, he drained the glass. Observing you, waiting for you to speak. Leaning back in the small chair, you crossed your legs. "Betrayed by who?"
Tommy couldn't meet your eyes, instead shrugging off his wet jacket. Flopping onto your small sofa, he ignored your question. "If the police come, I slept here all night. Came home at five, never left, ok?"
It was a statement, not a question, so you don't have a choice?
"That would be a first," you scoffed, bitterly.
When had he ever come home, at that time? When had he ever came home, when you needed him? No he had been too busy with barmaids, and whores. You still remember that day, you had walked into The Garrison office. Grace bent over the desk, as he pounded away behind her.
That had been the final straw for you. No more, you could take no more. You knew he hadn't been the same after the war, you had pretended you didn't know.
Ignored the smell of cheap perfume on his shirts, ignored the way Lizzie fucking Stark ogled him.
His eyes darkened at your comment. "You hear me? I came at five and never left," he reiterated.
"Betrayed by who?" you asked again, actually enjoying watching him grovel.
"I don't know," he lied, resting his head on the back of the sofa.
Legs spread wide, taking a deep breath. If only what he was saying was true, you were still living here together. Still sleeping in the same bed, making love. Because he did love you, always had.
"Yes you do," you stated, standing up to pour another drink. You need it this time. "It was her, wasn't it?"
His expression remained impassive, eyebrow raised, a slight shrug of his right shoulder. You could feel your anger building. The hurt and pain, hitting you all over again.
"Was it her?!!!!" you screamed at him across the room.
Taking the glass tumbler, and throwing it at the wall. Ducking out of the way, Tommy stood up. Ready to lie, when a loud cry came from upstairs. You both started to walk towards the stairs.
"No," you warned, just stay there. Trying to block his way with your arm, he pulled you out of the way. Hand gripping your bicep.
"You can't keep me away from my own kids, Y/n," he warned, voice low. His hand still holding onto your arm.
Showing him away, you rubbed at your arm. "You should have thought about them, when you were sticking your dick in every whore in Small Heath," you spat back, with venom.
You couldn’t help it. You were still very bitter. You were not going to sit back, and take it anymore.
"Daddy?" a small voice asked from the top of the stairs. The cries of your baby still reaching your ears. Shoving past you, Tommy climbed the rest of the stairs. Arms held out, for his two year old daughter.
"Hey, my pretty princess," he smiled, scooping her up into his arms. His nose burying in her long blonde hair. She had your colouring, but her Dad's eyes of course.
Standing beside them, you stroked her cheek. "Daddy will take you back to bed, Elsie. Before he leaves," you added, you had to get that in.
Fuck Tommy! All he did was lie to you.
Lifting your ten week old son out of the crib, you held him to your breast. Resound to the fact, you would have another long night ahead. And not just with the children.
Of all the places he could have gone. He came to you. No one would even believe his story. You were both the talk of Small Heath. Thomas Shelby’s poor wife, living all alone.
You had seen the looks of pity, from the other women.
But, you were stronger now.
You had to be….. you would do what you had to for your children.
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hangmanssunnies · 3 months
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The Hangman Special
Summary: On a night out with your friends at a fancy cocktail bar, you are just trying to keep your head down and ignore the girl that your ex cheated on you with. The night only seems like it's going to get worse when you are dared to kiss a stranger at the bar. However, it seems like the odds might finally be in your favor when you notice a familiar set of broad shoulders. If you can be convincing, you think you might just be able to get your brother's friend Jake "Hangman" Seresin to help you out with your little problem.
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Pairings: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader
Word count: 7k
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Warnings: 18+ only, kissing, hot and heavy make-outs, exs, truth or dare, bad friends.
Author's note: Dreaming about kissing Jake in a bar. Thanks to everyone who looked at earlier drafts of this. I hope you enjoy this if you take a chance to read. My inbox is always open if you want to let me know your thoughts. Reblogs with your thoughts, opinions, and tags are gold to me. I love reading through them.
The bar is buzzing with the loud chatter of patrons, the clinking of glasses, and the rhythmic beat of music. You are sitting at a corner table with your friends, a group with an eclectic mix of personalities. You are known for being more on the shy and reserved side, but tonight, you are even more withdrawn than usual. No one had mentioned that Tassie had also been invited to the evening's hang out at the bar. An oversight you felt was probably intentional since everyone knew Tassie had started dating your ex only a week after your breakup. She went so far as to post a picture of them together on her Instagram. It had been a few months since that happened, and until now, you had managed to avoid running into her. However, it seemed like luck had run out.
"Hey, I've got an idea that would spice up the night," Cece says after the first round of drinks. She is one of your bold and outspoken friends, and you aren't sure you like how she is eyeing you with a mischievous glint. "Let's play truth or dare." 
The whole group groans at the suggestion, and one of your friends vaguely wonders if you're all still in middle school playing that kind of game. Despite the initial lack of enthusiasm, after another round of drinks, the group is laughing and entrenched in the game. 
When Cece sings your name when she finishes her turn, you are nervous by the sly smile she is wearing as she formulates an option for you when you hesitantly concede to doing a dare. "You're the only one of us still single, so I dare you to go over to the bar and give somebody a kiss." 
"What?!" 
"Just a quick one, nothing too scandalous," Cece says placatingly. "Come on, live a little! It's just a bit of fun. What's the worst that could happen?"
"I bet they won't do it. They're too chicken for this kind of thing, not one to step out of their comfort zone," Tassie says. It makes your blood freeze in your veins because you know those words. You have heard that criticism thrown at you in the past, but not from her, from your ex. 
Your eyes narrow at her, and you ask, "Too chicken? Seriously?"
"Yeah. Please, prove us wrong. Show us you can do something spontaneous," Tassie taunts, grinning. You feel a surge of defiance welling up. Even though you're reserved, you are not one to back down from a challenge, especially not when the woman who cheated with your boyfriend is acting like you're the one who should be ashamed. Acting like she is better than you. 
"Fine, watch this," You declare, feeling hot with a mixture of embarrassment and determination. As you stand up, your friends exchange amused glances, convinced that you are about to back out of the dare. 
With absolutely no intention of  backing down, though, you scan the bar. After a moment of examination your heart soars because you realize you have this dare in the bag. You have the advantage even, because there is a familiar tall, broad-shouldered blonde at the bar that you know all too well. Jake Seresin, or Hangman, is one of your brother's best friends, and he is looking just as delectable tonight as he always does. The group would undeniably be impressed with you kissing someone so handsome, and you knew one way or another you could convince Jake to help you out. 
"Cece, I'll even let you pick since you made the dare. Point out the hottest man in the bar, and I'll kiss him." You say confidently. There is no doubt that Jake is the most attractive person there, and he is just Cece's type, too. She falls right into what you want, pointing Hangman out for you. The rest of your friend group hoots, making even more comments that you aren't going to follow through with the dare and approach someone who is that drop-dead gorgeous. 
Ignoring their taunts, you square your shoulders and walk with as much confidence as you can summon into sashaying across the bar. Putting mental effort into trying to project some form of hotness onto yourself not only for the confidence boost but also the bit of spite burning in you. 
Reaching the bartop area, the hesitation starts to set in as you admire Jake's profile. He is sitting on a bar stool leaning against the counter, patiently waiting for the bartender in the crowd that is starting to grow. Taking one last breath to steady yourself, you reach out and delicately set a hand on his bulging bicep. 
"Hangman!" You say brightly as if you're surprised to have run into him. Jake turns to face you at your touch, and an easy wide grin spreads across his face. 
"Fancy seeing you here, my dear! How are you?" He asks as his eyes trace you slowly from head to toe and back again, the grin on his face not slipping once. 
"Oh, I’m fine, and I am so glad I ran into you." 
"Most people are," Jake says, winking at you. You are nearly distracted by his handsome face and flirty tone. He looks like he has put on even more muscle since you saw him last. The green button-down he is wearing appears close to bursting at the seams with how it clings to him. "So, what have you been up to these days?" 
"Are you still single?" You blurt quickly, ignoring his question, not wanting to lose your steam. 
"Yes, Ma'am. Last I checked. Why?" 
"Perfect, can you do me a huge favor?" You ask. 
"I'm always happy to help out a friend," Jake says, sounding increasingly suspicious. The smile hasn't dropped from his face, but his eyes have narrowed slightly, examining you. 
Quickly standing on your tip toes, you loop an arm around Jake's neck, appreciating that he is sitting on a stool, helping level your height difference. Wasting no time, you pull him down to meet you in a quick kiss. Once his lips brush yours, you let go of him, stepping back, not even taking a moment to savor the feeling or enjoy having Jake this close. 
With your mission accomplished, you have every intention of making a hasty retreat back to your friends and hoping that you will be able to forget this. You are going to erase knowing you've kissed Jake Seresin from your brain, and then the next time you see him, you're going to pretend this fiasco never happened. It feels like the best and only course of action for you to take. 
However, you don't even get to make a full step away from Jake before large hands and thick arms circle around your waist, pulling you back towards him. He tugs until you are standing between his spread thighs, his hands maintaining their position on your waist. 
"Woah now, where do you think you're going?" He asks, eyes darting around your face, studying you closely. 
Embarrassment at having to explain your actions rushes through you, turning your stomach and overriding or maybe enhancing the butterflies there. You glance away from Jake towards your friends and see them watching with rapt attention. Then his thumb moves in a slow soothing circle, drawing you back towards him. 
"I'm sorry! My friends dared me to kiss someone at the bar, and when I saw you, well, I knew it wasn't a lost cause because you're not a complete stranger." 
You refuse to believe that the frown that flashes on Jake's face is one of disappointment. However, it's hard to ignore when his eyebrows are scrunched together, and his hands are so warm you feel it bleeding through your clothing. 
"You could at least buy someone a drink before stealing a kiss, you know. That's just some common decency." 
"I'm so sorry, Jake," you apologize again. "Let me buy you a beer for your troubles." 
"Naw, you don't got to." 
"Well, now I have to because you made me feel bad," you say, waving your arm to try and flag down a bartender. 
"I didn't take you for one to just kiss someone on a dare," he says conversationally. You try not to wriggle uncomfortably in his hold, but without even trying, he seems to have pulled you even closer. 
"I normally wouldn't be," you agree. "But the girl who I highly suspect of cheating with my ex while we were still together is here. I'm sure she thinks she's better than me and that I'm a boring prude."
"She clearly has never been around when you drink tequila," Jake laughs. You can't believe he would still remember the camping trip from years ago, where you were drinking tequila. Definitely notable because it was probably the last time you had dared have any of the liquor. 
"Can you please forget about that? And tonight, too?" You request. Jake pretends to think it over, humming lightly before shaking his head. 
"Sorry, no can do. It's already burned into my eidetic memory." You huff at his response, avoiding eye contact with him to try and catch sight of the bartender again. "You know, if you just asked me first, I would have given you the friends and family discount." 
"And what is that?" 
"Pretty similar to buy one get one free," he says, his voice dropping a little lower. Your mouth falls open in surprise, but you can't find any words. "Could have given you more than a quick peck, something that would really wow your friends." 
Trying very hard not to imagine what kind of kiss Jake would consider wowing, you decide to deflect. Jokingly saying, "Didn't think you were from one of those kinda southern states. Do you make a habit of kissing family members?" 
Jake throws his head back and laughs full-bellied at you. "The friends and family of my friends discount then," he amends. 
"I already hate being in this situation. I don't want more of a pity handout than I've already taken."
"Darlin," he sighs, shaking his head at you. "I would have even given you the Hangman special. Which is a deal, bargain, and steal. Comes with a kiss that's guaranteed to impress friends, people who cheated with your atrocious ex, everyone in this bar, and has even been known to, on occasion, inspire a standing ovation." 
"Ha.Ha. You're so funny," you say dryly, rolling your eyes. 
"I am, thank you for noticing," Jake says. "However, I think you deserve that kind of kiss to prove a point to your friends over there." 
"They didn't even think I would be able to make it over here to talk to you." You admit to him, glancing over at your friends again, a little displeased that they are still obviously observing your interaction.
"That them over there?" He asks, following the direction you're looking. You hum in acknowledgment. "Which one's the cheater?" He breathes, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear, sending a shudder down your spine. 
You describe Tassie a bit to him, finding yourself shifting closer into his embrace, enjoying how he is somehow able to help most of the chaotic bar disappear from your senses. It's hard to think about the noise or the increasing number of people starting to press in when Jake's touching you. When he picks out who she is, Jake grunts a little. He lowers his face and nearly kisses your neck over the pulse point. His hot breath tickles the spot, causing shivers again as he declares, "I don't see the appeal." 
"Wish my ex felt that way," you sigh. 
"Fuck him," Jake says with conviction. Drawing a bit back from you to make eye contact again. His green eyes are clear, and in the dimmed mood light around you, they seem to shine even brighter than usual. 
"You sure you don't mind me having kissed you to prove a point?" 
"My dear," he laughs like you told him a funny joke. "I can't imagine a situation where I would mind you kissing me. Let alone one where I get to help you out." 
Sliding your hand up his chest to casually rest on his shoulder, you wonder, "Is the Hangman Special still available?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Guaranteed to be wowing?" You check. 
"Got a warranty for you and everything," Jake says lowly. 
Your hand curls around Jake's neck again, and you attempt to tug him closer to you. He doesn't even budge, though. One of his hands slowly traces up your side from your waist until he is cupping your cheek. Then Jake leans close, his breath ghosting over your lips, where he lingers for a moment. Your eyes flutter closed, and as soon as they do, his lips press to yours. This time, it's not a quick peck. 
He is slow and deliberate in how he kisses you. Tilting his head to the side to get a slightly better angle, Jake uses his hand on your face to urge your lips to align better with his. Pliable to his touch, you open your mouth to him, seeking even more, and rewarded when Jake's tongue brushes against your own. You never doubted that Jake would be a good kisser, but knowing firsthand is something you know you won't be able to erase from your memory. When the kiss starts to border on indecent, he pulls away. 
You linger in the moment, keeping your eyes closed until your heart doesn't feel like it's going to burst from your chest. While you are in that limbo spot, his thumb slowly strokes your cheekbone. Sea glass green is the first thing you see when opening them again, Jake not making any effort to veil how he is admiring you. His lips are slightly pinker now than they just were, and you can't help but imagine how pink and swollen they would get if you had the opportunity to get this man alone on a couch. 
Just as you consider requesting that he kiss you again, just to really really solidify how good you are to your friends, because obviously, three kisses are much better than the one they dared you to get, you are suddenly bumped from behind. The motion roughly shoves you against Jake's solid chest. Both his hands automatically return to your waist, tightening as he steadies you there. Glaring over your shoulder at whoever bumped you, he asks, "Are you okay?" 
"Yeah, I'm okay," you breathe. Being this close to him, the woodsy scent of his cologne tickles your nose. And you suddenly wonder why exactly he is in this upscale cocktail bar dressed so nicely. 
"I'm glad you decided to kiss me and not any of these other assholes," he mutters darkly, still glaring over your shoulder. 
"Well, it wasn't really a choice." You reveal, which has his eyes snapping back to you in an instant and a frown pulling at his lips. One of his thumbs that's resumed making circles on your waist stops, and the other falls off your waist entirely now. He doesn't move otherwise, but his presence feels less consuming. Tersely, he responds, "I see." 
"I may have skewed the odds. Told my friends to pick the hottest man they could find. What would you know? They picked you." You explain quickly.
"That's some good luck on your part." 
"It wasn't luck, not really."
"How do you mean?" He wonders. 
"I knew they would pick you." 
"What made you so confident?"
"Because, Jake, you are, hands down, the most attractive person here," you reveal to him shyly. Your fingers curling into his silky shirt, where they have found themselves on his chest after being pushed. 
"See now, I don't think that's true," he says, his eyebrows pulling together. The frown is gone though, the edges of his lips quirking up again. 
"Oh please, Jake. Do not pretend you don't know how handsome you are."
"I'm aware. However, that doesn't change the fact that you're the most attractive person in this bar tonight." 
"You're a flirt," you accuse him. 
"I am," he agrees with no argument. "But that don't make me dishonest or mean I'm not genuine. I haven't been flirting with you just for the sake of it." 
Warmth blooms in your center at his words, and you nearly forget all about trying to escape away from him. Right now, you just want to get closer, as close as he will let you. However, you are pulled out of the fantasy when you look away from Jake's intense gaze to see your friends and how most of the table seems shocked and scandalized. Wryly, you notice Cece giving you two thumbs up. It's like you could almost forget that this was just him being flirty and imagine he was kissing you for more than just helping prove a point. "Well, I appreciate your help with the Hangman Special. I know they will all be impressed and jealous when I head back over there." 
"Now, wait a moment. You can't just sneak away. The Hangman Special not only comes with mind-blowing kisses but also a free night out, all expenses paid, and dinner at any restaurant you choose. "
"You just give that away to any random person who asks?"
"No, only the pretty ones I've had my eye on for a long while," Jake says, his eyes intense, the hand still on your waist flexing tighter for a moment.
"You have?" You ask, completely surprised. 
"Yes, Ma'am," he replies with no hesitation. Before you can respond, the bartender finally makes his way over to you two, asking for your order. Jake instantly defers to you before ordering, asking, "What do you want, my dear?" 
"I thought I already told you I'm taking one of the Hangman specials." You say, after taking a moment to think it over. The grin that lights up Jake's face is sunny and bright, and if you weren't being supported by his strong body, you would have probably fallen over swooning. 
Turning back to the bartender, Jake requests two bottles of water and both of your tabs. As you peek over his shoulder while he signs, you see the bill consists of just one beer, the water, and the two drinks you've had tonight. 
"So you want the full experience?" He asks you when you've taken a sip of water, and he has downed half of his in the same time. 
"From what I know about you, Jake, I don't think you're someone who does things by halves," you answer, fiddling with one of the buttons on his silky green shirt. Then you are pushing a bit on his chest, trying to step away. When you do, Jake's hands find themselves on your hips again pulling you closer to him. 
"Where you going?" He pouts. 
"I just need to grab my purse." 
"Whatcha you need your purse for, sweetheart? Don't you know I ain't going to let you pay for nothing?" Jake drawls. 
"I'm sure you want that to come off gentlemanly, but you're close to flirting with misogynistic." You say, playfully poking a finger into his chest.
"No." Grabbing your hand and bringing it up to his lips, Jake brushes a kiss on your pulse point, saying, "I know exactly who I'm flirting with, and that is you, my dear." 
The laugh you let out is slightly involuntary, but it makes Jake look like he won a prize, so you can't be too displeased, especially not when he has resumed drawing circles on your skin, and it feels like some sort of hypnosis you never want to end. "I'll be right back, and you can keep flirting with me for as long as you like." 
"That a promise?" Jake asks.
"Sure thing," you agree, but Jake still hasn't let go of you. 
"Do you want some company?" 
"You don't have to." 
"Little worried you're going to try and sneak away," he admits. 
"But Jake, I am sneaking away," you say in a fake whisper as if sharing a secret. "Sneaking away with you from my friends and this bar." It makes him smile again, just like you were hoping it would. "Just wait here for me. Okay?"
"Okay," he reluctantly agrees. Despite agreeing, the hold he has on your hand actually slightly tightens. "One more kiss?"
"I'm starting to get the feeling that you're always going to want one more kiss."
"You already know me so well," Jake grins. You press your lips against his again in a quick kiss, careful not to get caught up in it, before slipping out of his grasp. When free, you practically skip away from Jake to grab your things. 
Arriving back to your friends, you're greeted with loud whooping and even some clapping thrown in. Cece is practically giggling as she says, "I really didn't think you had that in you." 
"What were you talking about for so long?" Another one of the group asks.
"Was that kiss as hot as he is?" Someone else wonders, and then questions are coming from every direction before you can answer any of them. 
"It was great, he's great." You manage to get in. When they start to flood you with even more questions, you cut them off. "I would love to talk all about it, but I'm sorry y'all, I'm actually just over here to grab my purse." 
"There is no way you are leaving with that guy," Tassie says incredulously. 
Irritation and anger flares up in you as you turn to glare at her. "Really, there's no way? And why would that be Tassie?" 
"Come on," she says, clearly surprised that you've decided to call her out. "You're just not the kind of person to go home with someone from the bar, and he doesn't really seem like your type." 
"I don't know how tall, handsome, funny, and phenomenal kisser could not be someone's type," You say harshly, snatching your purse and jacket from where you had been sitting. 
"I'm just trying to look out for you," she responds sharply. 
"I don't think that's true," you snap back. 
"Hey now, why don't we all chill out," your friend Marv cuts in placatingly. 
"Sorry to interrupt," a familiar southern drawl says from behind as a warm arm wraps around your shoulder. You nearly sag into Jake. The urge to explode on your friends, more specifically Tassie, instantly absorbed by his presence. "But I was promised I could take this one out on a date tonight." 
"We can't let our friend just leave with a stranger," Cece says, and you turn to narrow your eyes at her, frowning that she is butting in when she is the one who set all this into motion in the first place. 
"While I respect that, I don't think you get to make that decision," Jake says lightly and a lot nicer than you would have in that moment. 
"You could be a crazy serial killer or something," Tassie says. 
"While I am a killer, that's normally just how people describe me in bed," he answers in a flirty, exaggerated way. That has you nearly coughing, you suck in air so hard. He gently pats your back and continues on. "If you're really worried though, you can look me up on Instagram. That's at LT.H_ANGM_N. I hope y'all have a good night. I know we will be," Jake punctuates the sentence with a kiss to the side of your head. 
Stuck between laughing and balking you glance around at everyone’s surprised faces at Jake’s boldness. You know exactly what Jake's last Instagram post was, having spent several minutes the other day debating whether you should like the shirtless picture of him on the beach. 
"Are you ready, sweetheart?" Jake asks you, practically muttering the words in your ear. All he needs is your nod before he confidently starts to turn you and lead you out the door. You manage to throw your friends a small wave goodbye, but it only takes a few steps for them to be out of your mind. 
"Did you drive?" Jake asks you as the fresh evening air rushes over you both. 
"No.” And you’re glad you didn’t when it means Hangman will be driving you home.  
"Good," he grins, "do you mind me driving?" 
"I don't," you answer easily, completely content to follow Jake to wherever he is going to lead you. 
He stops in front of a Jeep Gladiator, and you aren't overly surprised by his taste in vehicles. He goes to open the passenger side door for you, but you don't immediately take his offered hand to get inside. Instead, you tug it as you lean against the side of the truck. Jake follows the motion easily, not hesitating to bend down and mold his lips to yours. 
Jake looms over you, one of his hands balancing his weight against the side of the truck just over your head. The other on your side pulling you a bit closer to him. Looping your arm around his neck for some leverage, you let Jake take over your senses. The softness of his tongue paired with how he nibbles at your lower lip pulls a little whine from you.
When you have to pull away for a ragged breath, Jake groans low in his throat as you press teasing kisses down the column of his neck to the V of skin his shirt shows off. The hand on your waist slides up to cup your cheek and pulls you back to his lips. Kissing Jake is easy, he doesn't leave enough room for you to question if he's enjoying it. Nor do you have the capacity to overthink it as Jake's lips move surely and confidently with your own. All there is is him, his warm strong body, soft lips, and the calluses of his fingers. 
Leaning backward, you pull Jake with you wanting to have him pressed flush because even though you're tasting him, caged in, surrounded by him it still isn't close enough. However, the motion presses one of the Jeep’s jutting door hinges sharply into your back. You can't help but gasp a small "ow" as you try to shift. Concern creases Jake's features, and he pulls you away from his truck into his chest, glowering at the vehicle as if it had somehow betrayed him. 
"You okay, darlin?" He asks, his hands tracing down your back checking for injury. You lean more into his chest even though you don't really need the support, it's just nice to be in his arms. 
"I'm fine," you reassure him. 
"Let's get you out of harms way." He says pulling open the passenger side door. As you start to heave yourself into the tall truck Jake is practically picking you up and easily setting you in the seat. You blink at him in surprise at his show of strength. He remains there, standing in the open door, leaning closer and placing his hand just above your knee, his thumb drawing circles there. Then he asks, "So, where would you like to grab some dinner, my dear?" 
"I've heard of this really great restaurant I've been dying to go to."
"Yeah? Let's make it happen then." 
"Mhmm," you hum in confirmation. "It's called Hangman's House." 
Jake's thumb immediately stops moving and the smile on his face seems to shift. The genuine glint there slipping away, to something hard for you to really identify, practiced or guarded. Whatever the change was you don't find yourself liking it and immediately wonder where you misstepped. 
"So, Hangman's House, that's a pretty exclusive place. They don't usually do unplanned reservations," Jake says after what's nearly an awkward silence. 
"That's too bad. I heard that they have great service." You say a little dejected but glad he told you no in a casual manner that you can play off. 
"You're in luck though, my dear, because I know the owner. I think he would be willing to make an exception for us sometime, but they are better known for their breakfast menu." Jake responds upbeat again. 
"I like breakfast." You mutter in what you think is a flirty way. However, it's obvious that you've missed the mark when Jake's hand drops off your leg completely now. 
"Listen, if this is just a one-night thing, just some making out and fun stuff, where you are going to leave in the morning and pretend it never happened next time we see each other," he says seriously. Pausing, he runs a hand through his hair taking a measured breath, and you watch as the muscle in his jaw flexes. "That's fine, but I need to know it now." 
As you study his face intently it occurs to you that maybe even men like Jake Seresin have insecurities. Maybe he was used to interacting with people where more often than not they only saw him as a handsome face with a nice body. People who were ready to leave the next morning. The realization that a one night stand isn’t the series of events he is interested in with regards to you twists a pit of uncertainty in your stomach. You feel a little uneasy not sure exactly where you stand or what he wants with you. 
Reaching to catch Jake's lost hand and tangling your fingers, you start playing with the big class ring he is wearing. He allows the movement and relaxes his hand further, giving you additional leeway. The distraction of Jake's fingers gives you the courage to say, "I guess maybe I misunderstood that this was going to just be a nice fun night with you. Is that not what you were looking for?" 
"I do want that," Jake says adamantly. " However, I don't just want that." 
"What do you mean?" 
"I want to bring you flowers, dance with you, write you love letters. I want to explore every inch of your body and heart until I know what makes you tick. I want you to forget that any other man besides me even exists." Jake presses himself close to you again, and he turns his hand to thread your fingers tightly together. "Now I'm good, and I mean really good my dear, but those aren't goals I can make happen in one evening. So I want to start with tonight, taking you out and giving you a good time. And then I want to do the same thing tomorrow or whenever you have free time. I want to do that for as long as you will let me." 
"Oh wow," you breathe, taken aback by his declaration. "That's kind of a lot." 
"I know, but I don't want my intentions to be unclear. I wasn't lying when I said I've had my eye on you for a while. I'm happy to go at whatever pace you need; I'll do whatever you want. However, if this was all just getting back at your ex and proving a point. If you can't see yourself wanting anything more with me past tonight again, I need to know." Now, Jake takes his turn playing with your fingers as he breaks eye contact to stare at where you're intertwined. "I'll happily let you break my heart, but I don't want to be blindsided by it. 
Surging forward, you pull Jake in to kiss you again. It's an awkward angle, and the way the truck makes you taller than him feels odd. However, none of that matters when his lips are so pliable against yours. 
"I don't want to break your heart," you tell him between kisses. "I want to go on dates with you, and I want to go home with you. I want to go to bed with you and do it more than once if we find out we are compatible." 
"Are you doubting our compatibility?" Jake asks, raising an eyebrow. 
"Not really, but you know it's better to make sure with these things. Have to double check, I think." 
"That makes sense," he concedes. 
"Now let's get some food so you can take me home and then to bed. Show me these killer skills you mentioned earlier." 
"We can do a lot tonight, but we can't sleep together," Jake says mournfully.
"Why not?" You ask confused. 
"Everyone knows you don't sleep together until the third date," Jake drawls.
"That's a cliche. Plus, why does it really matter?" 
"Because I've been dreaming about forever with you, and when you want forever with someone, you don't want to skip any steps." Jake answers, dead serious and earnestly. It makes you wish you weren't in such an awkward position in the truck. If you were still outside pressed against it, or in the bar even, it would be so much easier to show him the appreciation and affection burning inside. 
"We've got to be somewhere near the third date by now. We have tonight and that camping trip we went on. Oh, and that one time that everyone went bowling. Plus, there was that bonfire a few months ago!" You say, trying to think of occasions you and Jake had spent a good amount of time together. While considering it, you also realize he has nearly always gravitated to your side during group interactions, and going off tonight, that clearly wasn't as coincidental as you had previously thought. 
"You deserve real dates," Jake responds with conviction, and the look in his eye really isn't something you can or even want to argue with. There isn't anything wrong with someone wanting to act like a gentleman with you; it's actually flattering, especially when it's clear Jake isn't going to play any guessing games with you concerning his feelings. 
"Well, then we are wasting time when we could be on our first date," you say, pressing another peck to his lips and lightly pushing him away from you. 
"One last kiss," Jake whispers as he lurches close again for another peck. Then, he gently closes your door and jogs over to the driver's seat, asking where you want to get a bite to eat. 
The two of you end up at a fancy Italian restaurant where you share an appetizer, bottle of wine, and dessert. During dessert, Jake insists you pose for a picture. Despite your initial resistance, he convinces you, and then, nearly as soon as he takes it, your phone lights up with a notification telling you that you’ve tagged you in his story. He tells you before you even ask that he hopes your friends looked him up on Instagram but requests that you repost it on your own just in case they didn't. He claimed it's so they know he's not kidnapped you, but you suspect that it's more likely he wants to prove a point. And it's something you don't mind one bit, especially when he easily lets you post a picture of him on your own story. 
After the restaurant, Jake drives you both out of town a bit to where the sky is much clearer and the stars are visible. The evening isn't warm enough to cuddle in the truck bed like he wanted, so instead, you end up in the backseat with the moon roof completely rolled back. You manage to pretend to be looking at the stars for about three whole minutes before crawlingl into Jake's lap to kiss him. 
Before the making out can get too heated, Jake grips your chin, urging your face upwards to look through the moonroof. Gruffly, he mutters into your ear, telling you to behave. Words that only make you squirm in your newfound place sitting on his lap. He lets you stay there, though, his hands steady on your hips, and his lips leisurely brushing yours or your neck whenever inspiration strikes. 
"What were you doing out tonight looking so nice?" You wonder absentmindedly, unbuttoning the top button of Jake's shirt. It's not with an ulterior motive. Really, it's because Jake's shirt is so soft, and the top of it is hiding his dog tags from you, which you have suddenly decided is unacceptable. The new skin exposed to you is just an added benefit. 
"Ah, nothing to worry about darlin'." 
"Common, you can tell me," you say, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw. 
"You know, whinnies?" 
It takes you a moment to place the restaurant and remember that it's across the street from the bar where you met up with your friends. "The wine bar?" 
"Yeah," Jake confirms. "Well, I was on a date there." 
"Oh." When Jake doesn't say anything, you decide you have to push the conversation forward. "So, what happened to your date? Were they not nice?"
"No, she was real sweet," Jake says, and you feel your stomach drop as if you aren't in the back of his truck and sitting in his lap right now.
"So why did you end up at Gem's?" 
"I was checking Instagram before she got there, and I saw you post that you were at Gems, right across the street. And no matter how nice she was, I knew it wasn't fair that I was thinking of a different person the whole time. So, we didn't even make it through appetizers before I had to be honest with her about that, and then I swung by Gems, hoping I would bump into you." 
"You were at the bar just to see me?"
"Sure was. So imagine my surprise when you found and approached me first."
"How would it have gone if you had approached me first?" You wonder. 
"For one, I would have offered to buy you a drink before stealing a kiss," Jake says teasingly. 
"You're not going to let that go, are you?" 
"Probably not for a while," he tells you. You groan and hide your face in his neck as if that will save you from some of the embarrassment. Feeling his chuckles in his throat and rumble in his chest is soothing, and you pepper more kisses to his neck and collarbone as if you were tracing the sound.
"You wouldn't have left without a kiss, though?" 
"I wouldn't have left without seeing you, and I would have done everything to try and convince you to give me one," Jake promises. 
"How would you have kissed me for the first time?" 
"Are you asking for another demonstration?" he wonders. As soon as you nod in affirmation, he pulls you close, repositioning you on his lap so you're straddling him. The darkness of the truck makes it so you can't quite see how green his eyes are, despite that they are still somehow bright.  He holds eye contact with you for a long moment. His hand cups your cheek, and like earlier in the night, he pauses, not closing the gap, observing you close. When you try to lean forward and seal your lips, he backs his head away. Then he chastises you while wearing a smirk, "I'm goin' to kiss you, baby. Now, let me do it how I want." 
Anticipation tingles in you as Jake leans close; however, at the last minute, he swerves, pressing a kiss to your cheek, then the other cheek, your forehead, and your nose. Finally, his lips meet yours firmly. Closing your eyes, you sigh into the kiss. The feeling of being intimately connected to Jake again is nearly the same as relief. When your mouth opens, Jake licks into you, searching out your tongue with his own. 
There no longer seems to be any will in Jake to tamper down the heat of your kissing. He allows you each time you push the envelope of the moment being just the soft sweet first date kissing he initially claimed to want. As he sucks on the sweet spot, her discovers on your neck, the way you grind downwards is involuntary and completely by accident. A low moan comes from Jake, and you like the way it sounds. So, the next time you grind down on him, it's completely intentional. 
The dark slacks he is wearing don't do much to conceal his hardened length. After a few more rolls of your hips, Jake's hands tightly grip your waist helping you grind against him. He urges you into a rhythm that has whimpers, moans, and gasps passing from both your mouths between hot kisses. As you try to speed up, frantic lust beating so loud you can hear it in your ear, he doesn't let you. Though you are on top of him, there is no doubt that Jake is in complete control. 
Just from this night, it's not difficult to imagine how he will be in the bedroom. Strong,  consuming, and in control. You can picture how he will confidently lead you exactly where you want to go, and you will get there because just a back of the car's make-out shouldn’t cause someone to be as turned on as you are right now. You unbutton his shirt and let your hands roam over his chest. Dragging your nails along his abs causes a full body shudder and Jake to grip your ass so hard you think you might bruise. It doesn't bother you, though, because how can anything that gets you closer to his cock be a bad thing? 
“Jake,” you say in a sudden moment of clarity. He hums his acknowledgment but keeps kissing at your neck and squeezing at your ass. A particularly hard thrust upwards from him nearly has your brain going fuzzy as you desperately try to hold yourself together.  “Jake,” you repeat more forcefully, “we need to stop.” 
“What’s wrong?” He asks concerned, detaching his lips from your skin and losing his hold so he is barely touching you. 
“If we keep at this I'm going to beg you to fuck me right here right now,” you answer. He makes a strangled groan. With his swollen lips, lust filled eyes, and hard dick you're sure he wouldn't actually mind. “Which would be amazing but you told me about a three date rule and I agreed.” 
“I did say three dates,” he responds and looks like he hates himself for it. 
“But if it doesn't actually matter I would like to suck your cock at least once before we fuck.” You boldly tell him, twisting his dog tags in your fingers pulling them taut against Jake’s neck until the release beads give away. The chain falls into your grasp, and you use the warm metal to distract yourself. 
“Fuck me,” he breathes throwing an arm over his eyes and leaning back. “You're perfect, you know that?” 
“I'm not.” 
“You are. So perfect, so hot.” He kisses you like he's about to ignore what you just said. Hot and a little sloppy with tongue and a bit at your lower lip. When he pulls away he rests his forehead against yours saying, “We are going to stop now  because I don't want there to ever be a doubt in your mind that I'll keep the promises I make to you.”
Your stomach flips with affection, and you sag, leaning heavily into Jake, just hugging him tightly, waiting for the lust that's sparked to cool. The two of you even manage to get some actual stargazing in where hands roam but in more so in an exploratory way than sexual. 
Holding hands driving back into the city you can’t stop staring at Jake’s profile, or admiring his fingers or tracing the veins of his forearms. You are focusing on trying to convince yourself that this isn’t a dream, you're definitely going to wake up with hickies in the morning, and another date with Jake Seresin scheduled tomorrow. It’s something that if you had been told at the start of your evening, you would have laughed at the absurdity of the idea. 
"I know it's really soon, but do you think that if you asked me again in a few weeks if I'm still single, we'll be able to change my answer?" Jake asks you after a bit breaking the comfortable silence you two had been in. 
"I think that's possible. What do you think about that?" You wonder. 
"I would change my answer tonight if you wanted me to."
"Jake..."
"Listen, I really like you, and I don't see that changing anytime soon. So as soon as you give me the okay, I will bring you flowers with a promise ring and ask if you want to go steady with me." Jake's thumb rubs along your pulse affectionately, "I'll change my Facebook relationship status. I'll get a nice little charm with your name on it for my dog tags. I'll take you to meet my friends and brag about how amazing you are." Jake leans over at a red light to press a soft kiss to your lips. "The whole shebang." 
"That sounds nice. Does that deal have a special name, too?" 
"Yeah, we can call it the Jake special. It is a whole package, long-term, all-inclusive deal." 
"Extended warranty?" You check jokingly.
"It actually has a no-return, no-refund policy," Jake answers.
"That's a pretty big commitment," you whisper back, even though the idea of keeping Jake all to yourself sounds nothing but appealing. 
"It's not something that expires. So how about tonight, we just worry about getting you home where you're going to let me walk you to your front door and give you a kiss goodnight."
"Just one kiss?" You ask in a pretend pout. 
"Let's shoot for two, but don't be surprised if it's three, maybe even four." 
"I want five," you declare stubbornly.
"Then I'll give you six," he easily offers. 
You try to hide your smile but don't quite manage it. It's a permanent fixture the whole drive home and during all seven of the goodnight kisses you get. They aren't the best kisses in the world because Jake is smiling through them, too. It's okay, though, because you both know there's going to be more in the future, a lot more. 
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the sun
pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader
summary: after the events of the snap, you find out news that's both heart wrenching and warming. what happens five years later when bucky's back?
warnings: death, mourning, pregnancy, childbirth, canon-typical violence (not much but just adding to cover all the bases), loosely based on end game and infinity war (as in ignore my mistakes lmaooo), if i failed to mention any warnings PLEASE LET ME KNOW!
wc: 2.6k
a/n: dude idk why i've had an urge to write such heart wrenching angst lately. i'm actually in a decent place rn. i tried to cut this fic down bc originally it was SOOOO long i felt like a lot of it was just filler and i feel like shorter fics of mine tend to do better... ANYWHO! this does have a happy/hopeful ending so no worries! also picturing this beefcake for this story is AGHHHHHHH!
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you never thought two lines on a stick could ever break your heart the way they did.
tears clouded your vision as you gripped the counter, trying not to crumble or succumb to your grief.
6 weeks ago, the avengers lost. everything.
half of the world, gone in a moment.
in one moment, your world collapsed. seeing bucky fade to dust right in front of you...
sobs wracked through your body as you crumbled to the ground.
this was supposed to be a happy moment. there should be tears of joy, not sobs of sorrow. your heart should feel full of love, not like there's a super-soldier sized hole in it.
"y/n," nat's voice rang outside the door, giving you a moment to yourself.
"just-," you tried to level your breathing before she opened the door, knowing but not understanding the grief you were feeling.
she wrapped her arms around your body, tucking your head into her neck as she gently rubbed your back soothingly. steve leaned against the bathroom door, glancing on the counter to see what they had all expected.
a positive pregnancy test.
you were having bucky's baby.
without bucky.
you gripped his dog tags that you had been wearing since the funeral. they were the only thing that could truly ground you.
they brought back happy memories of cuddling in bed, the cool metal shocking your skin for only a moment before realizing that it was only bucky and smiling at the memory.
god, it hadn't even been two months.
how were you supposed to do this alone?
"we're here for you," steve's voice called from the doorway, as if he could hear your thoughts. "you'll never be alone. not in this... not ever." he shook his head, his brows furrowed in a serious, straight line.
eventually, your sobs subsided. you stood with nat from your seat on the ground, wiping your own eyes mustering up a pathetic smile before she left you and steve to work out your grief together.
"we didn't even know it was possible," you shrugged. "it's like he sent me them..." you placed your hand on an invisible bump before facing steve, his teary eyes reminding you that he had lost his best friend, too. "he sent us this baby."
you reached your hand out for steve to hold. he took it gratefully and pulled you into his arms, hugging you tight and letting only a few tears slip his waterline before pulling back.
"if you'll let me, i want to be there for you for everything," his chin wobbled. "buck would kick my ass if i let you go through this alone." a genuine laugh left your lips for the first time in nearly two months.
"i would be so grateful for that," you nodded as you let go of his arms. "part of me still can't believe that it's real. it's like part of me still expects him to walk into the compound from a long mission or something..." you shook your head. "i know that sounds so stupid."
"it's not," he shook his head with a smile. "it's what i wish was true, maybe it's your subconscious trying to preserve your mind?"
"maybe," you shrugged before continuing, "i should probably talk to tony and bruce, huh?"
-
you knew you were around eight weeks along.
according to the doctors' tony had enlisted, however, you were already 12 weeks along, which was impossible.
bucky had been gone on a mission at that time... but it's whatever. you got to hear the heartbeat. steve went with you, too. you both bawled together. you kept three copies of the ultrasound and he kept two.
banner had already offered to do some testing on the dna of the baby, noting that the serum would likely affect the pregnancy (as it probably already has).
you had talked to tony about retiring from the whole superhero gig for the time being. you needed to mourn and prepare for a new life simultaneously. tony had promised to provide anything you needed at the drop of a hat, and he sure as hell delivered.
within no time, your pregnancy was being measured at 20 weeks while only being pregnant for 12. banner was concerned for your body's ability to keep up with the rapid rate of growth of the baby. he had you on a strict, hefty diet with two different prenatal vitamins in attempt to help your nutrition.
in spite of your best efforts, you were always exhausted and in pain. but you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. this was bucky's baby. you didn't care how much pain you went through when you had half of him growing inside of you.
you couldn't walk for long without feeling like passing out, which banner chalked up to low iron. steve had grown progressively more worried for you and the baby the longer the pregnancy went on.
as a result, he had moved into the spare room that was in your and bucky's house. truly, it just made it easier for him to help you finish up the nursery anyway.
he was very handy about it all, painting, building furniture from scratch, the whole deal.
"i've been thinking... and if it's a girl, i want to name her evangeline james barnes," you informed steve as you ate the steak he had been making for the past few weeks of your pregnancy, as ordered by dr. banner. that with carrots, broccoli, potatoes, and for dessert strawberries, blueberries and raspberries over ice cream. "and if it's a boy, cyrus james barnes. evangeline means good news, and cyrus means sun."
steve placed his hand over yours, "i think buck would've loved them." he smiled warmly as you downed the food in a few minutes.
you had begun showing soon after you found out you were pregnant, but now, it felt like it was impossible to hide. nat had been wonderful about helping you keep up with the changes your body was going through, getting you new maternity clothes every week.
she even made sure to get you every single craving that wasn't in accordance to banner's hefty diet. not that he didn't want you to eat more, he thought it was best you did! but he also wanted to make sure that with all that you did eat, your body got as many nutrients as possible.
just to be safe, he kept you on other vitamin supplements anyway.
you couldn't help but imagine what bucky would say or do about everything now.
he would hold your body closely, pressing firm kisses to your bump every chance he could get while whispering some sickly sweet sayings to your unborn child, words that would melt the winter soldier's cold exterior.
he would whisper words of encouragement any moment you felt worried about your abilities to be a mom. he would say how beautiful you were, in spite of being bloated in places you didn't know could bloat.
he would be wonderful, and in your mind, he was still alive and vibrant. well, as vibrant as bucky ever was, at least.
truthfully, that's the only way you were able to keep going on like this. steve was wonderful, but you couldn't help but want the love of your life by your side as you tried to navigate this new chapter.
in a couple more weeks, you were projected to be at 32 weeks. bruce and tony were talking with your doctors about the safety of inducing so early, both for you and the baby.
oh, and you wanted the gender to be a surprise.
and within the week, you were having your baby.
steve and nat were by your side during the birth, whispering encouraging words and compliments of your strength.
"i need him!" you screamed in pain as you held one of each of their hands, sobbing in agony. "i need james! i need my bucky! i can't do this alone, i can't-i can't!"
"you can," nat reminded you. "this baby needs you," she held your face to look at hers. "bucky is a part of this baby." you swore you could see tears in her eyes before turning to face steve.
"remember what you told me when you found out you were pregnant?" he didn't bother wiping the tears from his face. "bucky sent you-sent us this baby. he knows you can do it." you sniffled before nodding at your two best friends, pushing with one last scream and a second later, you had...
"cyrus james barnes," the nurse called to you. "it's a boy, congratulations mom."
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the next few years went by quicker than you could've ever imagined.
crawling, first words, first steps...
you missed bucky. not a day passed where you didn't miss him.
but, having cy helped a lot. he looked just like his father. dark brown hair, icy blue eyes, a cute little nose... not to mention his father's stubbornness.
you made sure he knew who his father was. you took him to the museum often, showing him the statue of his father and his background in the world war, him saving the world so much. you told him how you fell in love with him.
how you fell for the quiet man before ever really talking to him. how you were partners on a long-term, undercover mission and that's where your love ignited from the sparks.
not that cy understood any of what you told him. you just felt it was important to know that his parents loved him, and each other dearly.
you never took off his dog tags, either.
steve was a huge help the whole time. he kept working for the avengers, so he was gone often, but he provided a good male role model for cyrus. after all, he was his uncle steve. he already taught him how to throw a ball, albeit a little softball, but it counts!
you made sure to document everything that went on in yours and cyrus's life.
banner had said that cyrus was growing at an exceeding rate, but nothing to be concerned about. in fact, cyrus was turning five in almost half a year, meaning the anniversary of bucky's death, or disappearance or whatever you called it, was coming up.
then, you got a call from tony and banner.
it all happened so quickly, from testing to planning to the execution. pepper watched cyrus for you while you went back with steve, scott, and tony to get the tesseract.
of course, the men being men had to come upon a few hiccups, but eventually, after going as far back as the 70s, you brought back the tesseract.
the only thing is that nat never came back...
next thing you know, bruce is snapping his fingers and clint is getting a call from his supposedly deceased wife. your eyes fill with tears, hands searching in your pockets for your phone to see if you've gotten anything yet.
is it possible he wasn't brought back? he was the first to... disintegrate. die. maybe that meant something in the eyes of the stones?
then, you felt a buzz in your hand.
although, you didn't have any time to try to grasp what that meant, because more aliens came to earth.
shocker.
after yet another war, one that you weren't even prepared for, after losing more people, again. after losing tony...
but amidst the chaos of the aftermath of the fight, with screams of joy and shock and grief surrounding you, tears streaming down your face, your eyes met the blue ones you only saw in your son.
he slowly walked towards you as the tears sped up. you didn't even realize when your feet began running towards him.
when his arms wrapped around your waist, you finally felt the home you thought you had come to terms with never feeling again. your arms wrapped around his neck, your face buried in his shoulder as you breathed in the scent of gunmetal that had overtaken him in the battle.
"oh my god," you cried into the leather of his jacket. he lifted you off the ground, your legs wrapping around his waist as you felt his smile on your cheek. "i can't believe you're really here."
"i'm here, doll," his hands cradled your head so tenderly. "i'm not ever leaving again. never."
you pulled back before your eyes widened in realization. "you've gotta meet someone, jamie."
his brows furrowed in confusion, just smiling and nodding along with whatever you said.
within the next few hours, simply being held by bucky before steve stole him away with a hug, you finally brought him home.
"so, steve moved in," you started as you pulled your car into the driveway, turning to see bucky looking at you with an incredulous look. "you'll see why." you reached to hold his hand before he brought yours to his lips, pressing a kiss there.
you told him to wait in the car as you went inside to relieve the babysitter for cyrus. after giving him some cash, he went outside, knocking on your car window to let bucky know he should make his way inside.
upon entering, he saw you sitting on the floor with a little boy with striking blue eyes that seemed so familiar to him. his nose, too. his lips though, they were all yours. he had a slight grin plastered on his lips, one that matched yours to a t.
"daddy?" suddenly, it all clicked.
his heart, his mind, his fucking soul, everything made sense now. the pain, hydra, the mind washing, the torture.
meeting you. falling in love. dying?
his son.
he started walking closer to bucky before the steady walk turned into a run. bucky knelt down, wrapping the boy in his arms, cradling his tiny frame in his arms protectively. his son.
"cyrus james barnes," you said with a teary smile on your face. bucky, without breaking the hug with his son, looked up at you with a smile that matched yours. "cyrus means 'sun', and i thought it was fitting. he brought me so much light and hope after you..." you choked up before he stood up with cy in his arms, walking towards you before wrapping you in the big, family hug.
"i love you so much, both of you."
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hazenllas · 1 month
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Mommy's Girl
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pairing: Regina George x fem!reader
Contains: smut, Eating out (r! Receiving) Dom! Regina, Regina being mean but it's like hot, fluff, Jealous Regina, I think that's all!
Apologies for any spelling mistakes, English isn't my first language.
Summery: nobody knows you and Regina are in a relationship. But when Regina sees someone trying to hit on you, she shows everyone who you belong to.
"Fuck baby, I missed you so much." Regina mumbles against your soft lips. "Mhm, I missed you more." You kiss Regina's lips hungrily. She grabs at your hips and you grind yourself against her. She puts her hands up your black oversized hoodie. You moan at the cold sensation of her fingertips against your breasts. Your head thuds against the wooden door feeling Regina's manicured hands massage your tits in a messy rhythm. You grab her face and kiss her with passionate and lust. "Hey we will pick this up later m'kay? If not I won't be able to keep my hands off of you." Regina kisses your neck and you thank the dim light of the janitor's closet because your face reddened with a soft pink tint. You nod with a bright smile and tumble out of the small room and readjust your sweater Regina had been messing with just earlier. At lunch you go to your usual spot where Janis and Damian were sitting. You sat down and vegan eating your salad. You look over at Regina's table to see her already staring at you with a smirk. She winks and turns back to her friends sitting with her. "So what's with you and Regina, Y/n" Janis asks playing with her fries. "W-what? What do you mean?" You shoot up at the girl infront of you with widened eyes. "I mean you're both always looking at eachother like you want to fuck eachother's brains off in a good way" You look at her and take a deep breath. "Listen you guys. I've been keeping this a secret for the longest time but, me and Regina are like together. We've been together for a few months but she doesn't feel ready to announce it publicly yet." You say holding your hands in a fingers crossed motion. "No way girl! How come you never told us?" Damian looks at you with the widest eyes you've ever seen. "I dunno, I guess I didn't want to risk anything." You shrug and continue to eat your salad. After school you quickly head to Regina's house. You knock on the door and find Regina on the other side. "Come on in baby, my parents aren't home yet." You nod and you both run towards her room like little girls. Once you both get in there Regina slams you against the door and you gasp in surprise. "Missed me that bad huh?" You jokingly say as Regina starts to leave bitemarks on your neck. "Oh shut up loser." Regina laughs and takes your baggy clothing off. She throws you on the bed and towers over you. "Fuck I miss this body baby." Regina kisses your body as she goes lower and lower to where you want her the most. "Please mommy." You groan and Regina smirks at you. She starts to kiss at your plush tight and looks up at you fit consent. You quickly nod and Regina wastes no time to lick a long strip through your pussy. Your body arches back and you hear Regina chuckle darkly. She continues to eat you out until you start to feel that familiar knot in your stomach. "Fuck mommy, I'm gonna cum" You manage to squeal out. "Fucking cum for me baby." As soon as Regina says these words you completely snap and ride out your high. Regina cleans you up and lays beside you. Regina gets a phone call and she quickly picks it up. You look up at Regina and then after she's talking on the phone she looks down at you. "I'm sorry baby, Gretchen, Karen, and Cady want to hang out this afternoon. I'm sorry." You quickly get your cloths on and look at her with a smile. "It's okay Gina,I have a ton of stuff to study tonight anyways." Regina nods and gives you a kiss on the cheek.
After getting home you decide to call one of your friends Bea to study with. To your surprise, she is throwing a party and asked you to come. You agreed and began getting ready. Once you got there you saw many drunk teens scattering the place. You settle in the kitchen and stare at your sprite. That is until a random girl who you don't know walks up to you. "Hey sweetheart, you with anyone?" You look up at her and shake your head. "Uh no actually. I was just invited here." You stand there awkwardly. You could tell she was drunk. She looked at you with hungry eyes and leans in to kiss you. Until she is shoved away by Regina. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Regina stands over the girl with fire in her eyes. "Shit uh Regina! This is uh this is my girlfriend!" You look at the girl who's on the ground with wide eyes. "Oh really? Let's see about that." Regina smirks and pulls you into a heavy kiss. You moan as you feel Regina put her hands over the space just above your ass. The girl on the ground looks at you both with scared eyes and runs off. Regina pulls away and laughs. You can't help but laugh with her. "Her fault, she should've known who you belong to." Regina pulls you in for one more kiss until she leads you into an empty bedroom.
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msgexymunson · 8 months
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Treasure
Description: watching the latest Mad Max film has you discovering something new about Eddie and his kinks 
A/N: just a smutty blurb I came up with when I watched that film last night! Ignore the timeline, just pretend Fury Road came out in the 80s. Please reblog if you like my work, I'll love you forever, promise.
Warnings: AFAB reader, NSFW, minors DNI, subby Eddie, breeding kink, p in v unprotected sex (reader on b/c) 
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The new Mad Max film blares its opening titles, echoing off of the tinny walls of the trailer. The lights are all off; darkness had fallen outside some time ago, so the only light came from the flickering blue glare of the TV. 
There was barely enough room to sit side by side on the narrow bed, so you sat between Eddie's spread legs, your back flush with his chest, cuddled in a swaddling embrace. You'd only been seeing each other for a couple of months, but the comfort of having his arms around you in such a natural way made you feel safe. 
"I've been looking forward to watching this, took a lot not to watch it before you came around." He admits, hand reaching up to stroke your face briefly. 
"Well, aren't I lucky." 
"Damn straight." 
You laugh, grabbing his hand and wrapping it back around your torso, settling down to watch the movie. 
Losing yourself in the film, you focus on the characters, the chases, the struggles. Then you notice Eddie's hand has drifted to your thigh. Your eyes roll upwards, he's usually handsy with you when you're trying to watch TV so this is not surprising. What is surprising is the nature of his movements. They seem compulsive, thumb rubbing back and forth as if he's not aware he's doing it. Staring at his hand, you see it's trembling slightly. 
You cup his hand with yours and he stops immediately. 
"You alright there baby? Are the girls that hot?" You quip, amusement in your voice. 
"Oh, no, not at all!" He shakes his head, a few strands grazing your cheek. "They're pretty, sure, not a patch on you." He responds, kissing your temple. The reply is so forthright and honest, like everything else he says to you. It's definitely the truth. Honestly, you wouldn't even be jealous if it was the girls that got him worked up. You know he's yours.
Settling back down, you continue watching, but curiosity is chewing on your brain. It's fuelled even further by a very familiar bulge that's now digging into the small of your back. 
It's only when you hear the character on screen saying 'his treasures, his prize breeders' and Eddie's hand grips your thigh hard, that you put two and two together. He tries to disguise it as a cough, but the damage is done. 
You tilt your head back a little so you can take in his profile. For once, Eddie looks nervous. His cheeks are flushed, eyes as wide as a bush baby, nibbling on his lip neurotically. He's never looked so flustered. 
The devil on your shoulder is whispering an idea in your brain that you can't ignore. Seeing him so worked up is doing something to you, blood travelling in between your legs. 
Softly, so he barely notices at first, you run your hands up and down his thighs. Gentle caresses, back and forth, until you feel him hum in his chest, melting slightly. He's relaxing beneath you. Your nails join in, dragging across the soft fabric of his sweatpants. 
"Eddie, am I your treasure?" You ask sweetly, voice as innocent as you can muster. 
"Of- of course, baby." He responds, a quiver in his voice, tensing up again at your words. 
"Is that what you want? For me to be your treasure?" You ask, pressing your back against him harder, beginning to gently grind on his bulge. 
"Wha-what do you m-mean?"
He staggers it out, his usual cadence gone. It's high pitched, almost whiny. This is going well out of your usual territory; it wasn't uncommon for Eddie to be pulling whimpers out of you, not the other way around.
You have to say it, to take the leap. 
Leaning to whisper right in his ear, you decide to just come out with it. 
"Do you want to breed me Eddie?" 
His eyes widen even further, mouth falling open. You continue to grind against him, your hands tracing higher up his thighs. 
"Is that it baby? You wanna fuck me raw, fill me up?" 
The noise he makes is alien to you. It's high, quivering and desperate. His breathing has quickened, hands coming to rest shakily on yours. 
Pulling them off you gently, you reach for the remote and pause the movie. Then, you swivel around so you can straddle him, throbbing heat pressed against his rock hard length. 
"Eddie, answer me." You say quietly, but firmly. His hands rest on your hips, anxiously rubbing the skin under your shirt. His shirt, the old one you'd stolen weeks ago. 
"I- I, erm, yeah, I mean, fuck" He stutters, losing control as you massage his length with each roll of your hips, only your panties and his sweats in the way of absolute pleasure. 
You grasp his chin between thumb and forefinger, forcing his gaze to meet yours. 
"Eddie. Words." 
"I mean, yeah." His voice is smaller than you've ever heard. Then, it all rushes out of his mouth in a jumble. 
"But I, I don't mean I want to like, have kids right now or something it's just-" 
"You like the fantasy." 
He nods so hard and fast it's almost comical. The puppy dog look he's giving you is so soft and you don't want to hurt his feelings, so you swallow your laugh. 
"You know, I was gonna mention earlier…" you start as you run a hand through the front of his hair, nails dragging on his scalp slightly, his eyes rolling back at the gesture.
"What sweetheart?" He all but whispers, his head rolling in tandem with your ministrations. 
"I'm on the pill now." 
His eyes snap back open, bugging out of his head almost. A laugh escapes then, you can't help it. It's a girlish giggle, which turns into a dirty smirk. 
Grinding against him harder, hand coming to rest on his chest, a moan sounds low inside you, echoing from deep within. The friction is good, making you wet, but it's not enough. 
You need him. Now. 
"So, you wanna fill me up? You can cum inside me, as many times as you want." 
"You'll let me?" He looks shocked.
"Oh please, sweets, please." 
His grip on your hips is harder now, fingers tight on your flesh. 
He all but sulks when you climb off him, pouting his bottom lip like a child. It's not for long though, as you shimmy out of your panties, discarding them somewhere on the floor. You pull his sweats off and away swiftly, to join the mire of mess on his carpet. 
Hovering back over him, you circle the tip of his leaking cock. It's teasing, you know, but he looks so flustered and sweaty and desperate. 
"Can I take this off?" He asks, tugging at the hem of your shirt, "please?" 
The question takes you back. You're not used to being in control, the thrill of it tingles through your nerves. You pull the top off very slowly, finally releasing your breasts. Eddie groans in his throat at the sight. 
As you sink down on him, you press your mouth on his, collecting his moans in your throat. Your pussy swallows him up, sucking him in greedily. You do the same with your tongue, fervently licking into him, heating up your mouth, your skin, your cunt. 
The room is soon filled with the sound of your slapping skin, your nails leaving red crescents into his shoulders. 
"Fuck, you feel so amazing. Go- go a bit slower, please." You comply, rocking into him, his swollen length jotting against your g spot with each pass. 
Leaning towards him, you let your lips brush against his ear, hot breath fanning against the shell of it. 
"This what you wanted baby, hmm? To feel everything…" Letting the word linger, you push against him harder, fingers winding into his hair. 
"Yeah, oh yes- fuck" 
"Yeah? You wanna cum inside me? Stuff me full of your cum? You want little Munsons running around the place, hmm?" 
He whimpers. He actually fucking whimpers. 
You pull on the lock of hair you've twisted in your grip, making his noises even more strangled. 
"Baby, oh my God, please, can I get on top?" 
"Of course, your treasure will do anything for you" you smirk. 
"Fuck!" 
He pushes you down then, flipping you onto the mattress as he fucks into you intensely, hand coming to your clit to rub tight circles. Even in his state he still wants you to come first. 
The coil in your stomach that has been tightening slowly speeds up at his touch, warming through your body, tingles reaching right to your fingers and toes. The heat is outstanding, buzzing between you both. Your insides are fluttering as you dig heels into his bare ass, forcing him as close as he can get, needing more, more. 
"Please come, Jesus Christ, I need it, I need it. Come so I can, please!" 
Its babble, spewing from his lips in urgent bubbles of sound. The subby neediness of it is what pushes you over that edge, clenching hard around his thick member, squeezing him to within an inch of his life. You scream out your release, throaty and rough, gripping his biceps tightly. 
"Oh my God sweets, fuck!" 
The feeling must be just as intense for him. You push him further, knowing he wants it. 
"Eddie, please cum inside me, I need your cum, I wanna feel it, fuckin' breed me Eddie." 
That was it, that pushed him over the edge; the word 'breed'. He releases deep inside, crying out your name so loudly you're sure the neighbours are going to complain. He's throbbing inside, still coming, and coming. Finally, it stops and he goes limp, slipping out of you. You accept his weight, holding him to you closely. 
A cold, wet feeling on your chest takes you by surprise. Looking down you see that Eddie is crying. Not hard, just little, hiccupping sobs that make your heart swell. 
"Shh, it's OK baby, it's OK." Attempting to placate him, your fingers run through his hair trying to soothe him. 
The whimpering stops and he looks at you, eyes almost shameful. 
"I'm so sorry that was pathetic, honestly-" 
"Baby, I ain't judging." Flashing him a soft smile. 
"I just never came that hard. Ever." 
Your chest swells with pride but you jolt as you feel his fingers on your soaking heat. 
"Baby what are you doing?" 
"Keeping my cum inside you." 
Giggles explode out of you, slapping his arm. He doesn't stop, fingers hard against your cunt.
"That was really fucking hot. I should let you take charge more often." 
"Let me? Seems I took charge all on my own." 
"And I thank you for it." He nods, pressing a soft kiss to your chin. 
He hesitates, fingers still harsh on your cunt. 
"Did you mean it?" 
"Mean what?" You stare down at him, confused. 
His voice drops down an octave, eyes flashing menace. 
"That I can cum in you, as much as I want?" 
Biting your lip, you nod. 
"Fill me up Eddie." 
"Fuuuck" He huffs, biting down on the soft skin of your breast, "give me five minutes and I'm gonna rock your world." 
Giggles are replaced by moans when he shoves two fingers inside your soaking cunt. 
Seems you've unlocked a new kink of his. You smile, happy to be his treasure. 
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